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thef1diary · 3 months

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Little Big Fan | Three

— Little Big Race

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wc: 2.4k

Usually, you had a hard time waking your daughter up, and unfortunately she got that habit from you. It was something your mother laughed at a lot whenever you told her about it. She would always say, "you were a troublesome child so now you have a troublesome child but she's cuter."

Today was a different story, Isabella was the one waking you up. "Mama, mama, mama, wake up, we have to see Maxy race today!" She jumped up and down on the bed even though you've tried to tell her not to.

Groaning, you peeked out the blanket to see the biggest toothy smile on your daughter's face and it should've been enough to wake you up. You looked over and saw the time, it was way too early for her to be this energetic. You still have no idea how she musters up so much energy in her little body.

"Bella, qualifying is seven hours away, let's sleep a little longer?" You asked and easily wrapped your arms around your little one. Covering her in the blanket, you hoped to at least get another hour of sleep.

It took her less than two minutes to fall back asleep in her mother's arms. That habit, was from her father who never had an issue of being unable to sleep quickly.

The hour passed by rather quickly, and this time Isabella woke up as soon as she felt you getting off the bed. The giddy excitement was still there and rightfully so but it was a little calmer than an hour ago.

Since you only had to order room service instead of cooking breakfast, the morning was a lot less stressful for you. As soon as Isabella was finished eating breakfast, she ran to her little suitcase and took out her outfit for the day.

Once you helped her change, your little girl was decked in a blue dress with red glittery clips in her hair according to her wishes, her reason being, "Maxy always wears red and blue."

Soon enough, you two were enroute towards the track. You had gotten your passes when you first checked in at the hotel because Max had dropped them off before you arrived.

It was simple enough finding your way towards the entrance, but it was a whole different story after. There were so many people, albeit less than outside, and they all looked like they knew where they were going.

Holding Isabella's hand tightly, you continued walking in hopes to figure out where you're supposed to go. "Where's Max, mama?" Your daughter asked but you didn't have an exact answer.

"Hopefully somewhere around here, angel." You contemplated calling him, unsure whether or not he'd be busy. But then again, if he is then he won't pickup so there was no harm in trying.

Keeping your gaze on Isabella, you called him. After two rings, he picked up, "Hi, I was just about to call you, are you here?" You could hear him panting on the other end as if he ran to pick up your call, but you decided not to comment on it.

"Yeah, I don't know exactly where we are though," He laughed on the other end, "it's okay, just describe the area and I'll come find you."

You did as he instructed and Max was walking towards you within three minutes. However, he was not alone, there was another man in different coloured teamwear walking next to him.

Isabella's smile grew when she spotted Max but since you were holding her hand, she couldn't run towards him. Max crouched down and held his hand up so Isabella could give him a high-five.

The man standing next to him the same, and Isabella was mesmerized, gasping, "Daniel Ricciardo." She probably butchered the pronunciation of his surname but he didn't seem to mind.

Max shook his head, "no, Isabella, he's Daniel Avocado." The comment made Daniel burst out laughing, and you couldn't help but join in.

The sound of your laugh directed Max's gaze towards you and once it was on you, it was stuck there. Even when Daniel nudged him and asked, "introductions?"

A few seconds passed by without Max saying anything so to save him from further embarrassment, Daniel decided to take the liberty of introductions. Once you introduced yourself to him, Daniel had a knowing smile on his face.

"So you're the one who's daughter ran away because of Max," he chuckled while your cheeks grew red in embarrassment, "unfortunately yes, how did you hear about that?" You asked, having an idea that Max probably told him.

But the answer Daniel gave you was surprising, "I've heard the story around ten times so far since someone keeps bringing you up in conversations."

Max's eyes widened but you laughed, "is that so? Well Isabella hasn't stopped talking about Max either."

You and Daniel collectively looked at Isabella who was still starstruck by not one but two drivers, the shock of being in the paddock finally catching up to her. Then the two of you looked at Max, who was also unusually quiet according to Daniel, and burst out laughing once again.

"Looks like both of them had too much to say and now it's not enough," Daniel commented and you agreed with a nod. "Your daughter is adorable by the way," he added to fill the silence and nudged Max harshly when you looked at her.

"How about I show you around?" Max finally found his words, and you looked at him skeptically, "I don't want to take up your time if you have something else to do."

"I've got some time, plus it would be very unfair if you came all the way here and I didn't spend time with you and Isabella." Max didn't wait for a response from you, instead turning his gaze towards your little one, "right?"

Isabella gave him a sharp nod, and you couldn't help but smile as you saw the two interact. "Alright then, lead the way."

It took him thirty minutes to show you around the paddock, but he mainly focused on the RedBull Energy Center, as that was where all the driver's guests could relax and enjoy some team catered meals.

Isabella asked him all sorts of questions, and Max even stopped for an extra minute to grab some noise cancelling earmuffs for her little ears.

Your eyes widened when he placed them on her head, mentally cursing at the fact that out of all the things you could've forgotten, it was the headphones. Once again, before you could hide your expression, Max noticed it and muttered, "it's okay, that's why we have them here."

He explained that since it was his home grand prix—something you didn't know until he mentioned it—most of the fans were rooting for him.

Then, Max was approached by someone from his team, telling him that he was needed back in the garage. The rest of the day passed by quite fast. You watched qualifying from the hospitality as per Max's suggestions.

As the session continued, you slowly understood some of the terminology, but it would still take a few more races to fully understand what is going on. On the other hand, Isabella clapped happily every time Max's RedBull passed by, and you even joined her after a few times.

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It is race day. You and Isabella were back in the paddock and this time you had figured out where to go. You were proud of yourself for navigating the area after only being shown around once. You reached later than you hoped due to the traffic, but fortunately, there was still a while before the race began.

Max had told you to meet him near the garages and when you neared them, you could see him speaking expressively to a small group of people. Based on their outfits, you knew they were drivers. The only one you remembered other than Max was Daniel, as you've met him yesterday.

"Mama, walk faster," your daughter urged, her pace fastened as soon as she spotted Max, tugging you along. You were glad that she didn't leave your hand.

"Maxy!" Your daughter cheered as soon as she was in hearing range of the drivers. They all collectively turned towards the noise, Max's face lighting up as soon as his gaze landed on you two.

"Isabella!" Max cheered with the same amount of energy, and you let go of your daughter's hand so she could run up to him.

He greeted you as well, taking a step closer to you and with a sheepish smile on his face he spoke, "I got something for her." Max said quietly enough so Isabella didn't hear him, since he wanted your approval first before he revealed his surprise.

You nodded, encouraging him and with a big smile he placed a cap on Isabella's head, surprising her. She took it off to look at it and when she saw his driver's number on the cap, she gasped.

Then, she placed it back on her head and turned to look at you, "mama, look!" You chuckled, "very nice, what do you say, angel?"

Isabella didn't think twice before hugging him, "thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Max held out another cap for you, and before you could say anything he added, "I need everyone to know who you're cheering for." Deciding to tease him you responded, "what if I want to cheer for Daniel?"

You saw his smile drop, making you break out into a smile to let him know you were just joking. You pointed to the number on the cap, "number 1 driver, yeah,” you stated, the implication of him being the number one driver both literally and figuratively was heard loud and clear.

"Mama," Isabella grabbed your attention, pointing at the driver in a red suit that you've yet to be introduced to. "Lightning McQueen," she added, making the group of drivers around you laugh at her words.

Charles pointed at himself, "me?" he looked at you for an answer and you nodded, "yeah, can you really blame her though, you're all decked out in red."

As if you were lying, he looked down and then shrugged, "fair."

Isabella was content with being the center of attention between the drivers that you now know the names of; Charles, Lando, Alex, and George.

Max pulled you aside. "I wanted to ask you this yesterday but we didn't have time. Do you think Isabella would like it if I let her sit inside my car?"

Your mouth quite literally dropped open, and you had to blink a few times as if it would make you understand his words better. "Huh?" is all that left your mouth.

"My car? Is she going to like it?" He asked again and you nodded, "she would love that, are you even allowed to do that?"

He chuckled at your question, "it's my car, I think I can do anything I want with it."

Before he could turn around to speak to Isabella, you reached for his hand to stop him, "Max, you have no idea how much this would mean to her." He nodded in understanding, "make sure to take lots of pictures."

You heard her squeal in excitement as soon as Max asked the question, watching her eagerly nod. You followed them into the garage, heart warming at how Max held Isabella's hand the entire time.

With the way Isabella hasn't stopped smiling, you would think her smile was permanently stuck on her face. You took loads of pictures, a few even with Max's helmet on her head that was way too big for her.

Even the team principal, Christian Horner, stopped for a moment to look at the joy on both Isabella and Max's face. It would make one think that it was Max’s first time around a F1 car as well.

By the time the race started, Isabella's energy had significantly drained, but she remained awake for the entirety of the race. Watching the race from the garage unlocked a different joy on her face, and she would cheer when Max came into the pits for fresher tyres.

As soon as her eyes drooped, something would occur in the race that would cause her to brighten up again. Max barely had to overtake as he started off in pole position, only needing to pass the other drivers after coming out of the pitlane.

Just like Isabella, your eyes didn't waver away from the race despite how fast your heart was beating due to nervousness about the drivers' speeds.

You knew they were the best of the best, very professional, but ever since you've gotten to know them personally, you couldn't help but worry for them. Especially Max.

Turns out, you didn't have to worry too much as Max crossed the finish line first, winning the race in front of his home crowd.

Everything after that was a blur. You just remember Christian leading you towards the crowd underneath the podium, ensuring that no one had the audacity to push or shove you. Isabella was safely in your arms, watching the celebrations with wide but sleepy eyes.

As soon as she saw the trophy being handed to Max, she rested her head on your shoulder and was out like a light.

Once the champagne was sprayed, you made your way through the crowd, walking towards the exit. Your daughter was sound asleep and you didn't want the noise waking her up and disturbing her much needed rest.

Other than the one extra hour of rest in the morning, she hadn't taken any naps since she was mesmerized by everything around her. Now, since it was all over, all you focused on was getting back to the hotel.

As soon as Isabella was comfortably in bed, you decided to take a shower to wash away all the built up and dried sweat. While you were busy, your phone rang with two calls, both from Max, that were inevitably sent to voicemail.

After your shower, you ordered some food and turned on the tv in the other room. Around fifteen minutes went by before there was a knock on your door. Thinking it was room service with your dinner, you opened it without checking who it really was.

Max was stood on the other side, changed out of his race suit but still in a Redbull polo.

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luvv-nikki · 6 months

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Tainted Love

Your reserved, idol boyfriend makes you wonder if your relationship is one sided.

Pairing: Seungmin X Fem!Reader

wc: 1387

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A/N: Hi guys this is my first time writing on this app so I kinda have no clue what I’m doing forgive me in advance if anything is weird!

It had been three months since you started dating Seungmin. From the moment you met him, you knew he wasn’t very out there or even very affectionate, but you didn’t mind, or at least you thought you didn’t. It seemed like every day he grew further apart, or maybe it was your insecurities starting to grow more, but you wondered if your boyfriend even liked you with how cold he was.

You sat front row at the Stray Kids World Tour. You had decided to surprise your boyfriend since it was their last show and you hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever. He seemed so happy on stage, even cracking a few genuine smiles here and there. As they were performing one of their songs, Seungmin came over to your section for the first time since the concert started. The fans started screaming as he reached out, touching some of their hands. Your eyes locked with his, and his smile immediately dropped. He looked surprised, but you couldn’t tell if it was a happy or upset surprise. He got up and walked to his other members, and that was the last time he came over there for the rest of the concert.

After the members ended the concert, the security guards helped you backstage, where you were immediately met with love, greetings, and thank-you's from the members. All but Seungmin, it was like he disappeared.

“He went to the bathroom.” Chan mentioned as he noticed you looking around, and you nodded sitting on one of the couches. Felix came and sat next to you, starting a conversation.

You didn’t even realize how long you were talking to Felix, who indulged in the conversation about your favorite movie. Seungmin hated the movie, so talking to him about it was like talking to the wall. You felt the cushion on the other side of you sink, and a pair of cold hands wrap around you. Seungmin rested his head on your shoulder, looking at you with a blank expression.

“Keep talking.” He said simply before closing his eyes, and you smiled slightly before going back to your conversation. That was the last thing he said to you from then until you all got back to the dorms.

Chan, Minho and Changbin all came to the dorm since they were going to a small celebration dinner. While they ordered the Chinese food, you and Seungmin were in his room. He was unpacking his bag while you sat on the other side of the bed. You watched how tired he looked and how slow he was moving, and you decided to try and help. When you got up, you accidentally kicked his nicely folded clothes on the floor.

His expression immediately changed to an annoyed one, but before he could say anything, you quickly apologized going to pick up the clothes. But luck just wasn’t on your side today because when you got up, you hit your head on the nightstand, knocking a glass of water on yourself and Seungmin’s clothes. He sighed and snatched the clothes out your hand.

“I just washed those! My god, can you do anything without making a mess of yourself!?” He snapped, and you could feel your heart shatter. It was the first time he ever yelled at you like that. You got up, dusting off your outfit, avoiding eye contact as tears stung your eyes.

“I made a mistake while trying to help you, but if you’re going to be a dick about it, fine!” You yelled back before leaving his room, making sure to slam the door behind you. You felt the tears fall and rushed out the door before anyone could say anything, though you could feel the eyes of the other seven boys on you.

It was freezing outside. It was very obvious that it was winter. You shivered as you walked, the cold air hitting the wet parts of your clothes and hair. You were halfway down the steps when a hand wrapped around your waist stopping you. You turned to Seungmin, watching his face drop when he saw you crying. He quickly wiped the tears with his other hand before taking his jacket off and putting it on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, can we talk about it in-"

“Do you want to break up with me?” You cut him off, making his expression change from empathetic to confused.

“What? No, where did you get that stupid idea from?” He immediately rebutted, taking a step closer.

“You never smile at me or talk to me; you ignore me like at the concert today, and you’re so distant and short-tempered like you hate-,” You were cut off by him pulling you in for a hug and shoving your head into his shoulder.

“Don’t finish that. Never say that.” He said and you just nodded. He fell silent for a few seconds before talking again. “I’m scared.” He whispered.

“What?” You questioned, causing him to sigh.

“I’m scared if I smile at you…You’ll think I’m unattractive because of my braces; scared if I talk to you, I’ll say the wrong thing; if I perform near you, I’ll mess up; and scared if I'm close for too long, you’ll think I'm clingy or weird because of the way I admire you because... I have no clue how I got a girlfriend as beautiful as you that makes me so nervous and that I worry about so much to the point I get scared and snap at her whenever I even think of her hurting herself.” He hooked his finger under your chin, lifting your head and staring into your eyes for a second before leaning in and placing a small kiss on your lips.

“I love you so much, pup.” He whispered between kisses, making your heart drop. It was the first time he said he loved you, and probably the nicest he’d ever been to you.

You pulled him in closer, tangling your fingers in his hair, and kissed him more. “I love you too, Minnie.” You whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Once you were close enough, he picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder as he took you back to the dorm. You kicked and wiggled, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment, but soon gave up as Seungmin opened the door. You covered your face, wanting to turn invisible, as you felt all the boys eyes on you yet again.

Seungmin put you down on the bed before getting a hoodie and sweatpants from his closet. “I’ll put your clothes in the dryer when you’re done.” He said handing you the clothes and laying on the bed.

“Oh, you mean like now? In front of you?” You muttered, watching as Seungmin’s face flashed red.

“Oh right. Sorry, I’ll go out-"

"No, it’s fine, but... could you close your eyes?” You asked shyly, and he nodded, closing his eyes.

You peeled the wet clothes off your body, sliding the sweatpants on. When you went to grab the hoodie, you saw Seungmin’s eye start to open, and threw the wet shirt over his eyes. ��Hey! No peeking!” You said in a playful tone, causing him to laugh. It was genuine and warmed your heart, especially with the way he was smiling with his gums. You slid the hoodie on your body before sitting next to him on the bed. You leaned in, pecking his lips. He put the shirt to the side before sitting up, so he was at eye level with you. His hand cupped your cheek before he pulled you in, kissing you deeply.

You immediately melted into his touch, kissing him back. You pulled away your face, still only inches from his. “You don’t have to be scared to be yourself around me. I’ll never think any of those things about you. You’re perfect to me, Minnie.” You said while softly caressing his cheek. The door suddenly opened, causing you both to look over. Chan stood in the doorway, digesting the scene, before speaking up.

“Sorry for interrupting. The food is here.” He said before frantically closing the door. You looked at Seungmin, and the both of you laughed before getting up and going out to the living room to eat dinner.

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suguci · 14 days

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— JOTARO KUJO X FEM READER SMUT IMAGINE

— MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+ ONLY

— SUMMARY: It's the middle of summer in a heat wave, and while you and Jotaro are trying to cool off, Jotaro seems to have other plans to raise the heat instead.

— WC: 3.0k

— WARNINGS: Temperature play, ice play, brat taming, ass slapping, fingering, edging, p in v penetration.

— A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic in quite a while. I've written fics before but it's been abt a year or so since I've written, so I hope it's not too bad! Thank you, hope you enjoy!

It's the middle of the summer in Japan─where it's hot and humid, the sun is blaring through the windows, and the sounds of tree frogs and crickets are relentless.

You and Jotaro lie in the bed, unmade, with your clothes strewn off to the side, laying skin to skin, with a few electric fans plugged into the walls of your bedroom–the only thing that seems to be keeping the both of you cool.

Normally, the air conditioning would be on, and you wouldn't have to be in this sweltering heat, but, the summers of Japan in the countryside are hot and brutal, which eventually decides to even break the air conditioning unit after staying on twenty-four-seven, wearing it's efforts thin.

Jotaro's fingers gently trace small circles on your sticky, sweaty back before he groans and turns from his side to lay on his back, breaking the miserable silence of just lying still under the unbearable heat.

"Fuck," He groans once more. "I wish we had a swimming pool out here, or we lived near the beach."

You can't help but let out a weak chuckle as you grab another ice pack from the cooler that's sitting beside your bed, and you toss it on top of the large, sweaty man who lies next to you.

"That's the fifth time you've said that Jotaro," You mumble, also taking an ice pack from the small cooler and placing it on top of your forehead in hopes of cooling you down.

Jotaro grumbles and sits up, taking the ice pack you handed him and he glides the cooling pack along his face and neck to help cool him down quicker.

"Didn't know you were keeping count."

You sigh, and you sit up. You look behind you, looking at the towels you laid down on the bed, and upon seeing your sweaty body imprint you groan at the sight, wondering just how much water you must've expelled from your body by now.

"Well, there's not much to talk about other than complain about how hot it is, so, I just wanted to see how many times you'd complain about not having a pool, so I've kept track."

Jotaro just chuckles and he rolls his eyes at your retort, too hot to even think of an answer to retort that. Instead, he continues to drag the ice pack across his skin, letting it move from his neck and down to his chest and over his abdomen.

Your eyes follow his movements unashamedly, and, out of the corner of his eye, Jotaro catches you staring.

He chuckles at your lack of shame, but he isn't even one to judge simply because he's been staring at your sticky, sweaty body for the majority of the time that you've both been nude.

"Care to tell me why you're staring?" He asks, his eyes now following yours.

Your eyes flick back to his facial features and you see a smug grin plastered onto his face, and instantly you feel heat rise to your face from being caught, but you're quick to retort.

"Like you're one to talk─You've been gawking at me the entire day."

Jotaro shakes his head and he rolls his eyes, finding your attitude almost chuckle-worthy.

It's his turn to look over at you now. His eyes wander over your sweaty figure, how your hair sticks to your skin, and how the sweat droplets glisten off of you in the afternoon sun, mainly paying attention to how pretty your breasts are covered in sweat, too.

He sees that you're looking at him in the same way he's admiring you, and he suddenly understands a certain thickness forming in the air alongside the persistent humidity. Slowly, he reaches over and runs a hand up and down your waist as you sit hunched over with your poor posture-his fingers teasing the curvature of your stomach-and presses his fingers against your skin.

You get the hint, and slowly he guides you with his hand, guiding you to sit on top of him. He gives you another smug grin meanwhile you give him a pout.

"Jotaro, aren't we only going to get hotter with this-"

Your question is interrupted by Jotaro's command. "Don't care. Come here." He taps your hip-a signal you know to hover over him-and in one hand, he takes his hardening cock, and pumps it a few times until he's fully erect, and slowly, he swipes his tip over your entrance to feel how wet you are, and when he decides it's good enough, he slips it inside of your hot, wet cunt, and immediately both of you let out a moan at the penetration.

Jotaro grabs your hips, and slowly, he pushes you down on his cock until your hips are flushed together.

You let out a whine at the dull sensation filling you up and making you go dizzy, loving how thick your boyfriend is, how you can feel him stretching your walls out, and how his fat tip sits perfectly on your g-spot.

God, he feels so good, you think to yourself, while your hands find a mind of their own and grab his thick quads to find purchase to start riding him, but Jotaro quickly grips your hips in protest.

"No, stay put. We'll get too hot, remember?" He smirks, using your own words against you, and you let out a frustrated groan.

"Please, Jotaro," You beg, which catches you by surprise, finding it funny how easily he already has you falling apart.

He seems to find this surprising too, as one of his dark eyebrows raises, and that smug grin of his reappears upon his lips.

"No, don't want you to move quite yet, sweetheart. Just stay still and... let me cool you down..." He says, his voice low as he grabs the ice pack that you left on the bed, and slowly, he brings the cold pack over your skin, gliding it, and watching water droplets form as he drags it across your body.

You watch with bated breath as Jotaro drags the ice along your skin. You swallow thickly, as your chest rises up and down, your eyes following his every move, and how your breath skips when the ice suddenly gets too cold when he moves the pack over your breasts and the peaks of your nipples.

Jotaro's eyes watch your chest rise up and down with interest, finding the way you react to the cold against such a sensitive part of your skin to be almost gratifying. He watches closely, and intently, seeing the water move across your skin almost as if it's mesmerizing, and how goosebumps rise across your skin from the sensitivity. He smirks at that and looks up at you.

"I see you're cooled down."

You huff, shaking your head, because it's quite the contrary, feeling as if your skin is on fire from how close Jotaro is─how his piercing green eyes look so intently at your breasts, and how good he feels buried deep inside of you. You swallow thickly and reach down, your hands gripping his thighs once more and digging your nails into his skin, hoping you'd return a stinging, hot sensation to him.

The hiss he lets out confirms it, and you flash him a smug grin back at him. Your hips then grind down onto him, moving in a circle, and Jotaro immediately lets out a groan and grips your hips tightly, digging his fingers into you.

"F-Fuck, stop that," He groans, halting his movements with the ice pack.

You watch as his eyes flutter from the pleasure of you moving your hips, how his Adam's Apple bobs, and how his mouth hangs open─you think he looks so good like this, so you let your eyes wander over his pretty facial features, and down his neck, looking at the droplets of sweat adorning his strong, scarred body-it's all such a good view, and it doesn't stop you from moving your hips, that is until Jotaro grips your hips harshly with his strong, calloused hands, causing you to come to a halt and your breath to hitch.

He's silent when he stops you except for the sound of his heavy breathing, which leaves your heart pounding a million miles a minute, wondering what he's gonna do next makes the atmosphere incredibly palpable.

He's silent for a minute more, leaving you anxious, and so, you start moving your hips again to gauge his reaction, but his grip on your hips only tightens and he lets out a huff. You raise an eyebrow at his refusal to acknowledge the silent situation, but, before you can blink, he quickly takes hold of you in both of his hands and flips you over so your face is pressed into the pillows.

You're breathless from how fast the movement is, unable to comprehend the situation fully, you can't even give Jotaro a remark before his rough hands grab hold of you once more to position you with rough grunts; where he grips your hips tightly pushing your ass into the air, and pushing on your back till it curves, and then he grips your thighs and pulls them apart as if he were tearing open a tightly sealed package.

Your eyes are wide with how rough he's handling you, so you grip the bedsheets tightly as if your life depended on it. You swallow thickly, knowing that it was your refusal to stay still that caused all of this.

"J-Jotaro..." Your voice is weak from the newfound tightness in your throat, as well as the fact that your face is pushed into the pillows in front of you. With this, you're practically begging to be recognized with the fact that you're sorry, but, you can hear Jotaro huff with frustration from behind you, making it seem as if he isn't too keen on forgiving you.

"I told you to be still..." He mutters, and you can feel one of his rough hands grip the globes of your ass-cheeks-pulling you slowly apart─and his calloused thumb swipes gently over your poor, weeping hole which reluctantly pulls a soft whine out of you.

His thumb trails down and, as if he were pondering about something, he slowly swipes his thumb over the soft folds of your cunt, making you let out another reluctant whine. You turn your head back to look back at Jotaro to ask for forgiveness, but a quick slap on your ass that has you lurching forward and letting out a quick yelp tells you that he was already reading your mind.

"Won't take an apology, sorry," He says bluntly, and he grins from knowing that he's probably making you annoyed.

You huff, begging to differ, but once you feel a large finger push forward inside of you, it's as if you've felt all of your complaints wash away in a matter of seconds. Your body leans back into his touch, and Jotaro is amused at how easily you lean back into him.

He groans and smiles at how good you look like this, and slowly he begins to curl that finger inside of you, making that motion over and over again, which makes you grip the covers of the bed needily.

"You gonna be good now, now that your wet little hole is weeping from my fingers?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly finding your easy submission quite amusing.

You nod slowly, and you push back on his fingers as if you'd like them to go deeper, but Jotaro grips your hips tightly once more and with his free hand, he slaps your ass again, shaking his head.

"Seems like you're not gonna be still, so I'll just take my time here," He mutters, and he reaches down with his other hand and pinches your clit, sending a warning to you, which has you let out a frustrated whine.

"Jesus, Jotaro... I'll be still for fuck's sake," You murmur into the pillows, your head feeling a little shaken from Jotaro pinching your clit.

A smug smirk appears on his face, and then slowly, when his fingers start to move again, his face returns to its stoic expression as he watches his finger curl into you before adding another one which makes you moan, and you grip the bedsheets once more.

Once he's satisfied with your moans, he slowly then brings his other hand down and begins to gently rub your clit with his thumb, making you let out another moan.

You feel as if you're in heaven from the way his fingers feel, just enjoying how they make you feel so full and how they curl to hit that spongey spot inside of you every single time. Your head feels so full of bliss as you revel in the feeling of his fingers, knowing that if he kept going, you'd feel close to climbing your climax soon.

In the meantime, Jotaro is watching you intently. He watches the way your body reacts, his eyes watch your pretty cunt clench around him, and how your legs tremble whenever his fingers curl into that spot so deliciously-needless to say, he's focused on you, hoping to see when you're close.

Of course, however, you're giving him everything he wants, with your legs trembling from how good his rough thumb feels on your clit, drawing small, slow circles, you feel the familiar feeling of a rope tightening in your stomach, making you moan louder than were you before, and your breath becomes heavy as a result.

At that moment, Jotaro decides in a split second and quickly removes his fingers from you, and instantly your eyes pop open and look back at him in anger as you lose focus on your incoming orgasm.

"W-What the hell?! I-I was being still!" You retort with eyebrows furrowed, and piercing eyes like daggers as you stare at Jotaro, feeling as if you've lost all of that pleasure at once.

He gives you a smug smirk in response and he leans down, his dark curly bangs falling in front of his face and he nips at your neck.

"I know... just felt so good to get you back," He says, and the smug smirk on his face is practically audible as he leans down to press his soft lips along your skin, and as much as you want to roll your eyes at him, you let out a soft sigh as you feel his warm breath dance along there anyway, just wanting to feel him again.

"Now..." He grunts and sits back up and lifts your ass by gripping your thighs and pulling you towards him again. You let out a surprised yelp at that and he spreads your ass cheeks again, before reaching down to grip his cock. He groans as he slowly begins to tease the tip on your entrance, and as much as you're tempted to push yourself on it, you refrain from doing so because you know he'd only tease you about it.

Jotaro sees this remarkable effort you're making and he grins and lets out a low chuckle, finding your sudden obedience very entertaining.

"There we go... did the heat finally get to that little brain of yours?" He asks, and you huff and roll your eyes at his remark.

"Shut up and just fuck me, Jotaro," You murmur, not finding his teasing amusing at all, and you grip the pillows in front of you for support.

Another grin tugs at Jotaro's lips when you fire back that retort, and he sighs and slaps your ass one more time for good measure which makes you squeak before he slowly pushes himself in. He groans as he slowly moves inside of you, and your mouth drops open when you feel that familiar stretch.

Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, making you instantly let out soft moans from how good he feels─his thick girth slowly opening you up more than you already were from his fingers. Eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers slowly grip the sheets as you feel the over-encompassing heat swell up within your body, feeling as if the heat wave is starting to finally get to you. Clearly, it seems to be getting to Jotaro too as you hear him groaning, and breathing deeply as he picks up his pace, his hands moving to grip your ass tighter so they wouldn't slip from the amount of sweat the two of you have accumulated over the past twenty minutes or so, inhaling and exhaling each other's heat.

The heat passing between the two of you is almost more than you can bare as your breath picks up with Jotaro's quick pace─his thick cock hits that delicious spot inside of you earning him moans and shaky legs, and the sticky, wet sound only increases in volume as Jotaro keeps chasing that heat, wanting to finish as his cock twitches inside of you.

You can only moan at this point, feeling so dizzy and hot as you can only take Jotaro's cock as his quick pace suddenly turns more punishing. You whine, feeling your body tighten and your legs shake and jolt from getting so close to your orgasm.

"C-Close..." You murmur, letting your head fall forward, letting the heat build up inside of you until it's close to coming to that breaking point. Jotaro can only groan in response to your murmur, knowing he's close too.

Finally, with a few more thrusts, Jotaro lets out a groan and he grabs your hips tightly, you let out a long moan as your legs shake and that hot blaze inside of you finally bursts free as you finish.

Jotaro finishes and pulls out of you, groaning as he cums on your ass, watching the white, sticky warmth flow down your ass cheeks. He huffs as he watches, trying to catch his breath, and his eyes drift down to you to see you falling limp against the mattress. He chuckles.

"Looks like the heat waves finally got to us, hmm?" Jotaro remarks, and he sighs as he watches your whole body finally go limp against the bed, he slowly lowers himself next to you with a smug expression written all over his face when you turn to look at him.

You just groan and roll your eyes, letting your breath calm down as your mind is swimming with bliss, trying even to comprehend his words.

"Yeah, yeah... still would've been better if we had a pool."

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coolprettyleo · 3 months

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begin again au ☆ - Frankies Lore!

wc: 1.8k

tw: drinking, mean coach, quitting, embarrassing? fluff bit of angst?

ryan leonard x hughes sister au!

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frankie couldn't believe what she had just done. something that had been a long time coming finally crashed down and for the first time in her life frankie felt bittersweet.

her whole life has revolved around the sport of hockey; having three brothers playing in the NHL and a mother and father who both played collegiete and now coach is a nightmare in disguise; for someone who is so tired of trying.

dont get her wrong she loved the sport. growing up, she started to confuse what the love was actually for. she thought she held the same passion to play that her brothers did, she was wrong. she now knows the love was to watch it never play it. she loved too watch her family come together and love something so much. she loved too watch other people play. she loved it from a distance. it took a while to come to terms with that.

when she explains the situation to anyone she always uses the same analogy. she loves to hear country music but that doesn't mean she wants to become the next taylor swift. even if she was a fan.

frankie had finally had enough and quit. not before going off on her coach though. something that she had been wanting to say every time she had been forced to stay after practice, run extra drills, every time she has been yelled at for tipping a shot in, every time she had been compared to her brothers, she finally did it.

*flashback to earlier*

"I want to see you guys here tomorrow morning seven am sharp!" coach lindsey said fiercely.

frankie respected the woman. her story was something she found inspiring. but right now she wanted the strangle the woman. her bones felt as if she was just hit by a bus and she hadn't had a good night sleep in about a month. so frankie being frankie, loudly groaned.

"hughes! just for that, you can stay back and do some laps!"

dont cry. dont cry. dont cry. you caused this.

her teammates filed out torwards the locker rooms desperately trying to get away before their coach decided to ultimately punish all of them while she began to skate. in her head frankie was about to lose it as her coach began to yell insult after insult.

"cmon hughes! you're never going to be good as your brothers with that speed"

"you call that faster?"

"I didn't tell you you can stop!"

coach lindsey yelled. she looked and sounded like abby lee miller. frankie smiled to herself at the thought as she began to slow down after skating as fast as she could for about fifteen minutes straight. not feeling well frankie skated off the rink towards the closest trashcan and threw up.

as she heard her coach coming up to her she began to plead.

"please, I cant take it anymore" she cried.

"your done for tonight. and fix that attitude by tomorrow morning will ya. you think your brothers are pulling this crap with their coaches?"

"I said I cant do it anymore!" frankie yelled finally having enough. shocking both herself and her coach.

"how is any of this okay! after everything you just yelled at me, pushing me through utter exhaustion, you come over here and try to act like its okay!?! i'm done."

"grow up and stop being a brat hughes. i'll see you tomorrow."

"you won't. I promise you that" Frankie threw back as she got her bag and began to walk out.

"you walk out that door and your future on this team is done!"

"its been done" frankie said walking out with tears streaming down her eyes.

*flashback ended*

she didn't know what to do. if she were to call her family they would worry and fly in thinking she was going through a manic episode, maybe she was but this felt real and it felt good.

its like her brain and heart had been at war since she was thirteen and her heart had finally won the war five years later. she didn't know whether to laugh or cry though.

she was happy because she was finally free. but she felt a dark cloud gloom over her when she realized she had to tell her family what she just did. she honestly didn't know how they were going to react.

the guilt began to rain on her as she remembered hoe happy they had been for her because they realized she can actually go on and play professionally since the PWHL had its debut and she was already a top prospect for the 2024 year draft but she just went and ruined it.

they're going to disown me.

that thought alone caused frankie to be where she was right now. in a bar with her fake ID drinking her feelings away on a wednesday night. alone. this had to be borderline alcoholic.

"I mean I wanted this right? so why do I feel like throwing myself off the bridge! why am I like this! am I being annoying? you can tell me greg" frankie rambled on to the bartender whose name was actually john.

"im going to call you and uber" he said dismissing her not wanting to deal with a drunk college girl.

"no! let me call someone!" she said taking the bar phone away from him. seeing as her phone had died about forty five minutes ago. quickly dialing the only number she remembered due to the fact she never saved his contact in her phone.

"hello?"

"drew! please, please come pick me up! you know I hate taking ubers alone. I swear i'll give you a little something after..." she said suggestively.

"frankie? hold on drews in the shower. its will, are you drunk? really on a wednesday? where are you?" will began to scold her over the phone, sounding very motherly.

"don't you judge me, I needed this. and im at the mecca" frankie slurred.

"ryan and I will be there in fifteen" he said hanging up.

"lady get off the counter!"

is what will and ryan heard when they walked into the bar.

"oh god" ryan said as he saw frankie start to crawl onto the counter. quickly rushing over to pull her off.

"m'not interested." she mumbled when she felt big hands around her waist.

ryan felt his heart crack. he knew he shouldn't because, one she probably thinks its some random guy and two frankie doesn't know he likes her.

since he first met frankie he realized he's had a thing for her but being the good friend he is, he kept his feelings to himself not wanting to start problems with drew.

it gives him so much anger to think about the fact that drew basically just uses her for sex. but at the same time she's probably just using drew too. so who is he to to get mad.

someone who would give her the world

"what are you doing frankie" will says giving her a disappointed look as ryan pulls her over his shoulder.

"I was just trying to dance!" frankie says upside down.

"on a wednesday at seven thirty pm? at least wait till ten" ryan says approaching the car and strapping her in.

"i quit the team"

"WHAT"

"ur lying"

will and ryan said at the same time with their eyes wide. they knew frankie hated playing hockey, they just never thought she was going to quit. someone with as much talent as frankie needs to be out there.

"m'not. im done and im scared to tell my family. I think they're going to be mad" she slurred as her eyes began to water.

ryan, who cant handle to see her cry quickly got into the back seat with her, and started to comfort her. wrapping her up in his arms and wiping her tears that began to fall from her big blue eyes. he could stare into them forever.

he told will to start driving back to her apartment as he comforted her.

"frankie, your family loves you and you know that. they're never going to hate you because you quit, if anything I think they've been expecting it-"

"geez thanks ryan" frankie says crying drunkly. ryan cant help but smile a bit because even though he hates to see her like this she looks really cute.

"not like that, its just anyone who knows and loves you can see your not happy out there. I see it, will sees it, so I know for a fact they see it too. and if they didnt and they do get mad thats on them. its your life not theirs" ryan says with his arm wrapped around her as she sniffles into his shirt.

"I guess so" she finally says seeing as their pulling up to her dorm.

"can you walk me up? its okay if you dont want too! I get it, im just scared that the RA is going to see me like this and call campus security on me and-"

"frankie! of course ill walk you up, are you kidding" ryan cuts off her rambling pulling her out of the car.

"i'll walk home smitty, you dont have to wait" ryan says knowing he was doing homework earlier that was due tonight before frankie had called.

"you sure?" will says kinda feeling bad for not staying and helping him take care of her. but then realizing ryan probably wants to take care of her.

him and gabe loved to tease ryan on the fact he was hopelessly in love with frankie. of course they would never tell drew even though they know if ryan were to just tell drew how he feels drew would back off. ryan just likes to be complicated.

"yeah, we'll be fine. right frankie?" he says keeping her upright. she was fully awake but the thing about frankie hughes is she loves to lay on the floor when she was drunk.

"yup!!" she chirps while ryan smiles down at her.

they wave goodbye to will while ryan picks her up and walks to towards her door. he smiles as he gets too her door and sees her doormat.

'cool bitches only'

he opens the door using her keys that he found in her purse and hauls her inside down the hall to her room. her room was so her. he loved it.

god I sound like a creep.

he shakes the thought from his head as he settles her down, takes off her shoes, and wipes all the remaining makeup off her face. thinking of how perfect she was.

"ryan" she says dreamingly as she feels him pull the cover over her body.

"yes baby?"

frankie felt her stomach do a cartwheel and she couldn't understand why.

"thank you. for everything."

"anytime frankie hughes"

he says before giving her a kiss on her forehead and walking home.

send in ideas for this au!! im really excited for it!

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steddieasitgoes · 5 months

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@steddiemas Day 5 Prompt: Grinch vs Christmas Cheer

Tags: Modern AU, Eddie Munson & Jeff, Steve & Eddie Are Neighbors, Teacher Steve, Meet Cute

wc: 1863 | Rating: T

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“I thought you said you talked to them?” Eddie groans. He tips his head so far back he wobbles in the chair for a moment before he rights himself and buries his head in his hands. “I can’t work under these conditions!”

“I don’t think planning a campaign counts as working,” Jeff teases.

They’re in their apartment kitchen. Jeff cooking something that smells a hundred times better than the vending machine sandwich he had for lunch at the shop. Free from his day job, Eddie’s working on something he actually cares about now. The latest Dungeons & Dragons handbook is open to a random page while his trusty notebook sits open. There’s no use in hiding it from Jeff. It’s not like he could decipher Eddie’s chicken scratch penmanship anyway.

Besides, he hasn’t gotten much of anything done since he plopped down on the worn leather chair. It’s hard to work with the blaring sound of Mariah fucking Carey’s Christmas album playing on repeat for the third day straight coming from their neighbor's apartment. The obnoxious whirling of the fans keeping a dozen or so Christmas inflatables blown up on their shared stairwell and balcony also doesn’t help.

If this continues any longer, Eddie swears he’s going to find them a new place to live. The peace and quiet would be worth losing out on their rent-controlled place. At least, Eddie thinks so. Christ, he misses the Richards who moved last year. He’d take their scowls and snide comments over this Christmas madness any day.

“It absolutely counts as working,” Eddie scoffs, shooting a glare in Jeff’s direction. “And don’t change the subject, Jefferson. Did you even talk to Mr. and Mrs. Claus next door?”

Jeff snorts, shaking his head before returning to the pot of sauce he has simmering. “No, I didn’t and I’m not going to.”

“Jeff!” Eddie whines. “Your job as the approachable one of this house is to confront our neighbors when they’re annoying us.”

“Okay, but they’re not annoying me.”

“Well, that’s a lie. You hate Michael Buble as much as I do and I know you heard his stupid crooning voice at seven this morning like I did.”

“Okay, you’ve got me there,” Jeff sighs, turning away from the stove to face Eddie. “But I can’t tell them to lower their music! Not when they haven’t complained once about the shit you blare at all hours of the night or our Corroded practices when we have nowhere else to go.”

If Eddie was less stubborn, maybe he’d see that Jeff has a point. But he is stubborn, so he doubles down instead.

“That’s different.”

“It’s really not.”

“Fine,” Eddie shouts, throwing his hands up in defeat. The headache festering behind is eyes is too painful for him to keep arguing with Jeff. Besides, he’s never been able to push Jeff around. It’s why they make such good roommates. “Can you at least talk to them about their decorating habits then? I had to wade through a fucking forest of inflatables this afternoon. M’pretty sure Frosty the fucking Snowman almost punched my balls.”

“Eds, need I remind you that a few days ago you had the entire place decked out for Halloween? How is a few inflatables different than all those skeletons and demon shit you had up?”

“First of all, how dare you compare my artistry to whatever is going on outside,” Eddie scoffs. He’s going to give himself a sore throat if he keeps this up. “I have taste. My decorations told a story! Those inflatables aren’t even from the same properties. They’ve got Santa Mickey next to the fucking Grinch! Charlie Brown mingling with Yoda! There’s no plot!”

Jeff’s shoulders slump, forearms coming to rest on the kitchen counter so he’s at eye level with Eddie. “Just look on the bright side. At least they haven’t done one of those obnoxious light shows like that stupid reality show.”

As if Jeff accidentally summoned a demon in the form of Christmas cheer, a burst of red and green floods their apartment. Their once dimly lit kitchen looks like the inside of a club, red and green lights flickering with the occasional white and blue mixed in. The flickers are timed with the beat of another Mariah Carey Christmas song.

This is what hell must look like, Eddie thinks, as he glares at Jeff.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Jeff defends, hands up in surrender.

Eddie can seem him struggling not to laugh and it takes all the energy he can muster not to reach around the counter and playfully punch his shoulder. How can Jeff think this is funny? The flickering lights completely goes against their moody aesthetic! Not to mention it’s a health hazard! There’s no way Gareth is going to be able to come over here — not with the way he’s so sensitive to strobes.

Jesus H. Christ and it’s only November 25th! He has to put up with this for weeks!

“It’s not funny, Jefferson!”

“I mean,” Jeff snorts, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his smile from growing. “It’s a little funny.”

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The lights have not fucking stopped. Not for one single day. Eddie had hoped his neighbors would have grown tired of the constant strobing and Christmas music by now. But nope. A week and a half and its still going strong.

He’s going to lose his goddamn mind.

“Jeff,” Eddie hisses, lifting the blanket of his makeshift fort enough that he can make eye contact with Jeff. Or at least, try to. Jeff’s perched in their recliner with the biggest pair of sunglasses Eddie’s ever seen. “Please. I can’t take much more of this!”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I might have believed you if you weren’t wearing those ridiculous things,” Eddie snorts. He waits for Jeff to retort but when he doesn’t, he groans and slowly emerges from the safety of his blanket fort. Christ he forgot how bright those damn things are.

Stalking over to their small entryway, Eddie hastily tugs on a pair of boots and reaches for the doorknob.

“What are you doing?” Jeff asks, voice laden with concern.

“Someone has to confront the neighbors!”

He doesn't give him time to respond, yanking the door open and slamming it shut behind him in one fluid movement. It should be a short trip to the neighbor's front door, just a few long strides, but Eddie forgets to account for the fuckton of inflatables cluttering the path. He ducks around Frosty, flipping him off when his stupid wood arms nearly deck his balls, again and forcibly shoves Mickey’s face away from him.

It takes another bit of carefully navigating before he finally reaches the front door adorned with a festive wreath. These people really left no spot undecorated. Eddie doesn’t spare them the decency of a nice, neighborly knock or ring of the doorbell. They’re way past that. Instead, he makes a fist and slams his knuckles into the wood door, and keeps going. Knock. Knock. Knockknockknock.

They probably can’t hear him over the damn music, Eddie thinks, as his knuckle turns redder and redder. Just when he’s about to retreat and face Jeff’s smug wrath, the door opens.

The first thought that passes through Eddie’s mind is oh, he’s hot. The second, more vital thought, comes a moment later. He’s going to kill Jeff. How dare he not disclose how attractive this guy is the minute he met him months ago?

The guy, who Eddie vaguely thinks is named Steve, looks just as surprised to see him as he is. Decked out in an obnoxious Santa-themed apron and green plaid flannel pants, his cheeks are spotted with flour and his hands are stained a faint red color. Judging from the delicious aroma of vanilla and peanut butter wafting into the hallway, Eddie interrupted some very serious baking.

“Oh, you’re not the Instacart shopper,” maybe Steve frowns. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, uh,” Eddie trails off. He’s here for a reason, he knows this, but his mind is blank. Distracted by the smells and the lights and the gorgeous fucking man standing in front of him with hazel eyes so sparkly Eddie’s pretty sure he belongs in a cartoon. “I’m Eddie, your neighbor.”

I’m Eddie, your neighbor?

This cannot be the same brain that creates intricate, plot twist-ridden campaigns that last months. Absolutely not.

“Ah, so you’re Jeff’s roommate! It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Steve.”

“Right, Steve” Eddie nods. He’s not sure why he nods, it’s not a normal thing to do when you meet someone, and yet, he can’t stop nodding. Stop fucking nodding!

“So, uh, what brings you by?” Steve asks, casually leaning against the doorframe.

“Oh, I uh…” The lights. You were coming here to complain about the lights! “I came to tell you, uh… I could smell you baking!” Oh my fucking god. “You know these walls are thin and we, uh, share AC vents or something I think? So the smell was filling our place and it smelled so good I just, uh, had to come over and see what you’re baking?”

If Jeff was here, Eddie’s pretty sure he’d be two seconds away from collapsing in a fit of laughter. Thank god he’s not. As soon as he gets back to his room, he’s going to take a lukewarm shower and try to forget this entire interaction ever happened and then hide from Steve for the rest of his life.

“Oh, I’m making peanut butter cookies.” Steve’s smile is almost as blinding as the twinkling lights and like a moth to a flame, Eddie can’t look away. “One of my students has been having a rough time and they’re their favorite.”

“Damn, maybe if I had a teacher who baked me cookies I would have done better in school.”

Steve laughs, “Tell me about it. Actually, uh, do you want to help? I’m allergic to peanut butter and my best friend is tied up at work. I could really use a taste tester. Make sure they’re edible.”

“Oh, uh…” Eddie glances over his shoulder and takes in the sight of the sea of inflatables staring at him with their beady painted on eyes, squints at the obnoxious flashing lights keeping time to a terrible cover of “Jingle Bell Rock.” Together it’s the reminder he needs as to why he trekked over here in the first place, but when he turns he’s hit with a punch of peanut butter and well… “Not to toot my own horn, but I am a pretty good taste tester.”

“Perfect,” Steve smiles, pushing himself off the doorframe. “Kitchen’s this way.”

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Eddie returns an hour later. Belly full of joy just peanut butter cookies, but also chocolate chip, and gingerbread, and some cinnamon concoction that had him considering a marriage proposal on the spot and a tupperware overflowing with said cookies.

Jeff is still in the living room, sunglasses shielding his eyes, but Eddie knows him well enough to know he’s judging him.

“Don’t say a word,” Eddie sneers, heading straight for the kitchen.

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lovelyhan · 1 year

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Kai hi! Don't know how and why but, I've been experiencing severe Seventeen brainrot in general so, I'm here to supply hard thoughts. (Also, I reread the JeongCheol x Reader trilogy you wrote and it remains a favourite of mine.)

I don't know who to start with so, I'll go with my man lol. The thought of being forced to cum on Cheol's ridiculously thick fingers makes me need to sit down. You know he'd be running his mouth too and, telling you how good you're doing for him.

the svt brainrot is well-deserved <3 and JAAHFJHD i'm so touched you reread inflection point thank you so much TT BUT HELLO? being forced to cum on cheol's fingers.... [kai.exe has stopped working]?!??!?

it kind of reminds me of the oneshot i wrote after he posted those pics on ig :| his fingers,,, what i'd do to get to cum around them /gen,, you can treat this drabble as a short continuation to that fic :3c

⟣ forced orgasm with cheol ⟢ wc: 0.8k words minors do not interact!

Choi Seungcheol is a man of his word.

When he tells you he'll pick you up at seven o'clock on a Friday evening despite his harrowing schedule, he'll pull up at the curb in front of your apartment with five minutes to spare. When he promises to call you every night he's away on tour, he'll phone you despite the time differences, and the fact that he sounds way too tired to be asking you about your day.

So when your boyfriend promises to stuff you full the next time you see each other, you know better than to call his bluff.

About twenty minutes since he hung up, you hear the telltale knocking on your door. You don't bother putting your underwear back on -- fully confident of the identity of your late-night visitor.

It's safe to say that when Seungcheol sees you behind the crack in the door wearing nothing but a flimsy tank top with your pert nipples straining against the fabric, you were completely at his mercy.

You don't even make it back to your room. Seungcheol simply brushes past you and makes himself comfortable on your couch -- dark eyes hooded with equal parts arousal and disappointment as he manspreads all over the cushions. Fuck.

"If I wasn't the one who was outside, what would've you done then?" he asks gruffly. "I didn't know you were such a fucking slut, princess. Answering the door wearing nothing but that top of yours. Might as well have done it naked."

You humor him with a laugh before striding over to take a seat on one of his thighs, making a mess of his sweatpants as you rub your needy pussy all over the fabric.

"That's just how badly I need you, Cheol," you whimper, sliding your hips against his thigh for the friction you've been craving since you saw those pictures he posted. When you feel those big, warm hands of his sliding up your thighs, you can't help the moan that spills from your lips.

"Turn around and sit on my lap," he commands, and you're much too willing to comply.

The moment your back is pressed against his broad chest, Seungcheol pries your legs apart -- gathering your slick between his fingers before prodding your lips with them. When your boyfriend whispers a quiet, "That's my girl," you practically preen at his praise.

And that's how you find yourself writhing on your boyfriend's lap as he fucks you open on his thick, large fingers -- whining and crying as your walls clamp down on each digit. Seungcheol deigned to start with three, as you've already loosened yourself up during that sultry phone call you shared before he came over, and he delights in how depraved you are from his mere fingers alone.

"Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you?" he rasps, sinking those digits into your cunt before curling them just so. "You miss me that much, baby? Want to keep me all to yourself?"

"F-Fuck, Cheol!"

You can't even bring yourself to respond. He's so thick, and so, so deep, and he hasn't even brought out his dick yet. But when your brain manages to make you remember how you felt seeing all those fans thirsting for your boyfriend, you end up hissing through your teeth as you grind down on his hand.

"Mine, mine, mine. You're mine," you mewl, barely hearing the sound of Seungcheol's amused laughter before he smashes your lips together.

"All yours, princess," he whispers, and you cry out when those few, subtle words end up becoming the catalyst for your inevitable release.

But even as your walls spasm around his fingers, Seungcheol is relentless. He continues fucking into your cunt with unending fervor -- as if he means to engrave the idea of how much he's missed you as well into your body. You're practically twitching on his lap as he mumbles an incoherent string of words against the skin of your neck, but you're not exactly in the right headspace to tell him off.

"My beautiful baby, always so pretty when you cum for me," is what you first hear when the white noise finally recedes from your ears. You realize that you're still moving your hips despite the overstimulation, so fucking desperate to have any part of him inside you again. "You want more? I've fucked you stupid with my fingers alone, and you still want more?"

You do. You do want more.

"I remember a certain someone saying he'll blow my back out the moment he's back here with me," you sigh, tilting your head so you can kiss the corner of his mouth. "Is he going to make good on his promise?"

The ravenous glint in his eyes is enough of an answer. After all...

Choi Seungcheol is a man of his word.

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altheasmeadow · 1 year

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WC: 1.2 K

Pairing: Kim Seungmin X reader

Warnings: Angst, breakup

It was expected, how could it not be? Dating an Idol would never have been easy, but she at least thought it would be the fans she was battling and not the other members. So when she had heard Changbin explain to Seungmin that all of them thought she was using him, she didn’t exactly know how to approach the situation, she could come out from behind the wall and act like everything is okay, she can walk out of the dorm and away from the boys where she’s not wanted, she can go out and confront the issues head on, or she can excuse herself politely and ask Seungmin to speak to her in private. The latter seemed like the best option for Seeungmin, he preferred when she was upfront about her feelings, but she felt like maybe she could change their minds. So she waited, she didn’t distance herself, it would defeat the whole purpose, but she didn’t go out of her way to make time for them as well.

The tension lasted months, and it was visibly taking a toll on Seungmin who felt like he had to divide his time between his lover and his group mates. He refused to mention her to his groupmates not willing to start that argument up again, and honestly he would’ve happily kept them physically separated if they didn’t purposefully crash their dates without his permission.

“All I’m saying is, you definitely make more money than her. You’re always paying for the dates. How can you be sure she’s not just using you?” Hyunjin asked, not knowing that the girl in question was just outside the door having come to bring Seungmin his lunch.

“I pay because I want to. And don’t talk as if you know her.” Seungmin frowned, looking down at his phone as he types out a text to his girlfriend asking how far out she was.

“You’re an Idol! She could totally just be using you. She doesn’t belong in this world.” Changbin said, he and Hyunjin seemed the most adverse to Seungmin’s relationship, Felix had tried making her feel welcome but she just gave him a smile and stayed quiet usually, Han naturally didn’t like having her around but it was just because his anxiety spiked everytime the thought of Seungmin getting hurt crossed his mind, Lee Know didn’t care about her, whether she was there or not he just ignored her existence, Chan had nothing against her but avoided her to avoid any issues, Jeongin didn’t hate her per say but he did find her odd, nobody was just naturally that nice in his opinion.

“You don’t know her! You never took the chance to know her so stop making assumptions based on your own fears!” He shouted and would have continued if the door hadn’t opened revealing a teary eyed woman holding a bag of food, she approached her boyfriend without sparing a glance at anyone else. The way she was acting was enough to tell Seungmin exactly how she was going to handle this situation so he quickly gripped her wrist to try and keep her there but she simply pressed a long kiss to his lips before nudging his sad figure away from her.

“Please don’t do this.”

“It’s okay, If it’s meant to be we will be.” was all she said before parting ways and walking past the seven stunned members, all of them confused as to why a gold digger wasn’t trying to force their way into their lives further.

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She hummed the tune of Case 143 softly as she packed the canned goods into the boxes to be shipped. She was making a lot of progress, especially since her brothers were finding any excuse possible to be near her after the breakup.

The door opening snapped her attention from her work as well as her brothers from the kitchen area, he peered through the window curiously. The entrance of two men made her head tilt in confusion.

“What are you two doing here?”

“The past month Seungmin hasn’t been himself,” Felix murmured, earning a nod from the woman. She knew. Of course she knew she had kept in contact with him and listened to all of his weeping over the situation, “So we did research.”

“We came across this place and read everything we could about you. Jeongin’s reasoning was he didn’t think anyone could ever be that nice but he was proven wrong, we all were. You were with Seungmin because you truly loved him.” Lee Know sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked around, taking in the different projects in production, so many donation boxes sitting against the wall, clothes, food, blankets so many things scattered about in a mess of organized chaos as the woman worked to make it all ready for shipping.

“Yea well, everyone makes mistakes.” Was all she said, lifting the box and moving around two to make her way towards her other brother who was waiting nearby to carry the next box out to the truck.

“Is there a way you can forgive us, I really don’t think Seungmin should be punished for our mistakes.” Lee Know tried to reason, earning an eye roll from the family members in the room.

“He’s not being punished.”

“You broke up with him, I’d call that being punished.” Felix commented.

“Yeah well you all tend to make plenty of assumptions, don’t you?”

“This isn’t an assumption, it’s a fact.”

“Is it?” A new voice chirped, making everyone turn to face her oldest brother who had jut entered with Seungmin by his side, the younger boy glaring at his friends who keep butting into his personal life.

“Seungmin?” Felix asked in astonishment, not thinking the two were still in contact, “Look we’re just trying to talk her into talking to you again.”

“She has been talking to me, every night, she calls me every time I have a nightmare, everytime I’m stressed, everytime the tension gets too much and she listens. Despite all the jabs and taunts all of you threw she stayed. We broke up because you guys were too close minded to think anyone could ever love an idol without other intentions. You guys didn’t even give her a chance, well Felix did but everyone else? You guys hated her right off of the back.”

“We were just trying to protect you.” Changbin’s voice spoke up making the woman tense turning to the door to see the other 5 gathered in the door.

“I didn’t need protection, have you seen her? She’s quite literally an angel.”

“We see that now but we were cautious at first, it’s normal.”

“Oh stop trying to rationalize your prejudice, just because she’s not an idol doesn’t mean she’s any less than you. She’s been through more pain than you’ve experienced, that’s why she built this place. To help people who go through what she has gone through. Better yourself. Because that is the only way she’s ever going to get back with Seungmin. She won’t put him in the position where he needs to choose again. So fix it. Because those two were the definition of puppy love and quite frankly I could punch you for taking that away from her.” The eldest brother spoked, patting Seungmin on the back before moving to work with his other brother in the kitchen.

“You guys know where the door is.” She said simply, motioning for the uninvited 7 to leave before turning to her ex with a small smile, “Come on, the puppies are back here.”

And as the 7 watched the two leave the room, looking lighter as they stood together, their hearts shattered taking in the strain they had placed on their bonds.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 11 months

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The Aftermath || LN4 {9}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Lando risks upsetting the FIA to give you the memorial they denied a year ago. Warnings: 18+ only, alcohol, fluff, tearful Lando 🥺 WC: 2k

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“Ride with us!”

You frowned down at Lando’s grinning face from the balcony above the garage thinking you had heard him wrong. “What?”

He pointed to the grid where the trailer for the parade was hooked up and waiting. “You too, maman.”

Maria squeezed your arm with a smile as she turned towards the stairs. “Let’s not keep them waiting.”

Lando met you at the bottom, his arm curling around your waist as he guided you to the gate at the back while Zak walked with Maria. His lips brushed your cheek as he dipped his head to whisper, “Think something’s going on with those two?”

You smiled at the sound of Maria’s laugh and shrugged. “I don’t know, but as long as she’s happy then it’s got to be a good thing.”

Lando’s hands gripped your waist and lifted you into the back of the trailer before he leapt up to join you. It was only once you had taken hold of the rail tightly that you spared a glance around the other drivers and noticed they all carried wreaths.

“What’s that?”

Lando shrugged shyly as he stepped in behind you, one hand holding the rail with you and the other waving to the crowd. “Since you missed the memorial at home I thought maybe we could have one of our own.”

You turned away from the crowd and he dropped his waving hand to cage you between his arms as the truck began to drive down off the grid, saving you from jostling at the sudden movement.

“Won’t the FIA have a problem with that?”

“What can they do? Penalise all of us?” he laughed. “And if it’s a fine, we’re happy to pay it.”

“They’ll blame you.”

“They’ve made so many wrong conclusions, but at least they would be right this time,” he joked. “Relax, love, it’ll be fine.”

Lando went back to waving to the fans and you smiled at the ones who held up signs for René, most of them orange hearts or the French flag with his driver number in the middle.

It wasn’t long that the smooth ride slowed and the trailer came to a stop at the barrier that had long since been replaced but you still saw the mangled metal and oil slick in your mind's eye.

You startled a little when Lando’s hand came to rest on yours and gently pulled it free of the rail. You shook your head to clear the image and the sounds of the track returned along with Lando’s calm voice as he murmured encouraging words in your ear.

You focused on his voice as he jumped off the back of the trailer before offering his hands to catch you next. Already the other drivers had made their way off track and were placing the bouquets and wreaths along the barrier. Some whispered quiet prayers and signed the cross, while others took a moment to reflect in silence.

You drifted over to the barrier with Lando at your side and sank to your knees in the soft grass running your fingers through the blades, waiting for the crushing weight to settle into your chest. The seconds ticked by as the wind picked up, the breeze a cooling welcome touch to your skin, but still the pain never came. There was only the permanent sense of sadness that hung like a small cloud in the sky no matter how sunny the day was.

“I miss you,” you whispered as you plucked a single red rose from the bouquet Lando held. Its sweet scent reminded you of the garden you had planted with René at home and the thorns dug into your palm as your hand tightened around the stem before you laid it among the rest. “You should see your fans. There’s so much love for you here, I can feel it all around me. Your mum was right.”

The drivers started to make their way back to the trailer and Lando pressed a kiss to your forehead. “When I was waiting beside him at the altar he made me promise if anything happened to him that I would take care of you. I never got to say the words to him because the doors opened and you walked in looking like an absolute angel,” his voice was thick with emotion and he cleared his throat before placing his bouquet with the others. “You have my word, René, I swear on my life.”

He grabbed the sunglasses tucked into the collar of his hoodie, pushing them over his red eyes and you wrapped your arms around his waist as he buried his head in your neck.

“He knows, babe,” you murmured as you rubbed his back until the small shudders of his silent sobs eased, being his strength for once. Neither of you acknowledge the damp marks on your shoulder, neither of you said a word as he looked at the flowers once more before heading back to the trailer.

“Take as long as you need, love,” he said quietly as he went.

You stood alone absorbing the moment, basking in the love that was surrounding you as you touched the cold metal barrier and looked back at Lando to see Maria placing her hand on his shoulder with a small smile. “Watch over him, Ren. Please keep him safe, for me.”

You were drunk, and so was Lando. There was no other way to put it. Finishing third had not been expected after the car’s performance in qualifying but, by luck or miracle, the conditions had been perfect for him to set a fast pace and move up the grid. So, needless to say, you were celebrating the hell out of the accomplishment with Lando in a packed nightclub full of his supporters and team.

“I’m so proud of you, baby!” The smile hadn’t left your face since he passed the chequered flag but with all the alcohol in your system you couldn’t feel the ache of the muscles in your cheeks. You cupped his face and traced his dimples with your thumbs before kissing him and getting lost in the spur of the moment.

“I love you and I am so lucky to have you.” There was no stopping the words flowing from your mouth, you were too excited for him since it had been a while since his last podium. The pressure from his Principle to get more points could finally ease a little and he was already looking more relaxed. “I think I drank too much, the room's kind of spinning.”

Lando’s laugh was contagious as he took the glass of champagne from your hand and finished it for you with a suggestion to dance instead. It took far longer than expected to make it through the crowd to the dance floor with everyone wanting to stop and congratulate him but you were happy to take it slow seeing how happy it made him.

He eventually extracted himself from the crowd and caught up to where you had found yourself under the lights and amongst the swell of people dancing the night away. His fingers laced with yours as he drew your hands up his body before he draped them around his neck and he pulled you closer.

You didn’t even notice the hundreds of people around you when Lando started moving against you. There was nothing but him and the music that his hips moved to, and the sound of his voice as he brushed his lips below your ear.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful, love.” The song changed and you turned in Lando’s arms deciding to tease him back as you danced against him, rolling your hips to the sensual music. His hands tightened their grip, his fingers digging into your hips where they had come to rest. “We need to leave before I do something very naughty right here in front of all these people.”

You peeked over your shoulder to see his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his glazed eyes full of promise. “But this is your party.”

“So I can do what I want, and I want you.” He kissed the space where your shoulder met your neck. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You stepped out of his touch, immediately missing the warmth of his body against your back, and took his hand. A grin grew on his face when you tugged him forward and he was quick to overtake you on the way to the door, separating the crowd and keeping you tucked in behind his body like a shield.

The cool air of the night hit your lungs and a shiver rolled down your spine at the sudden drop in temperature until Lando pulled you closer and waved for a taxi. It was hardly worth putting the seat belt on for how far down the road the car was going to take you but after Lando had opened the door for you he had walked around the car and taken his seat he had tutted after seeing the belt buckle empty.

“Not on my watch, love,” he said as he reached over you and grabbed the belt. “I need you safe and sound.”

Your lips pressed into a line when you tried to hide your amusement at his protectiveness. “Yes, daddy.”

His eyes flashed to yours and he curled an eyebrow up before he started biting his bottom lip again. “What did you say?”

The taxi pulled into the hotel entrance and you didn’t wait for Lando to come and open your door. You were already walking to the room as fast as your high heels would allow while he rushed to pay for the fare.

You could hear him racing to catch up when you turned down the hall that your suite was on. A squeak escaped before you could silence it when he caught up and pinned you to the door with his body, his lips stealing the soft moan that followed.

“What. Did. You. Say?” he enunciated between each kiss as he swiped his card over the handle and opened the door.

You almost fell backwards as it suddenly swung open but Lando’s arm curled around your waist and pulled you flush against him. Your lips parted with a heady sigh as you felt his hard length begging to be freed from his jeans but he smirked and shook his head when you tried to reach for him.

“Uh-uh, I’m still waiting,” he tutted as he walked you backwards into the room and kicked the door shut behind him. “I want to hear that little quip again, love.”

You teased him with a smile as you reached behind your back for the zip that kept your dress on. “I didn’t realise you were so eager to be a father.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he chuckled as he moved your hand and dragged the zip slowly down your spine. “But with you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Wouldn’t be so bad?” you repeated with a cocked eyebrow and a playful smile. “I understand the ‘no rizz Norris’ now.”

The material slipped down your body and you felt Lando’s exhale warm across your neck before he kissed your racing pulse. “Do you want me to tell you how much I would love to settle down with you, start a family and grow old with you? Because I will. I want it all. With. You.”

You tilted your head to give him more access as his words and the alcohol made your head spin. All of the futures you had once thought would be with René had died with him, but they came crashing back with Lando and you could see it playing out in your head. “When were you planning on telling me this?”

He smirked as his hands trailed down your body before he grabbed your thighs and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he made his way to the bedroom. “When you called me daddy.”

Click here for part ten.

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maeby-cursed · 6 months

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SOMETIMES I'M NOT MYSELF, I LOOK FOR A BETTER DISGUISE…

𓂃 DANCING TILL THE POWER GOES OUT.

a/n: following with my songfic series, this one is inspired by valiente by vetusta morla (the original lyrics are "a veces no soy yo, busco un disfraz mejor / bailando hasta el apagón") ! this is also an angst fic but the vibe in this one is a bit more pungent. i apologize for making toji like this, i will get back to my soft!toji program soon ♡ (this one is vv weird, btw, and i wrote it while suffering from a headache, enjoy)

✧ synopsis: you met toji seven months ago and since then, the only thing you've both agreed on is how much you cannot stand each other. now it's time to go; even if it means giving up trying, and leaving a familiar warmth behind.

✧ pairings: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

✧ wc: 1.6k

✧ rating: angst ! pure angst, discounted and at a good price ! angst and pain; two for the price of one ! of the richest quality and endless suffering !!

✧ cw: toxic relationship, toji suffers from toxic masculinity, a bit of an age gap (toji is early 30s, reader is implied to be early 20s), mentions of toji's shitty ass economy, heavy cursing.

There’s a storm inside your house and it is made of cries locked within the walls of your lover’s apartment.

You and Toji have been arguing for six months out of the seven you’ve known him.

Apparently, May flowers brought November showers (or better said, downpours), as well as a thick darkness, because since last week, Toji's entire street has been without light, water or electricity.

A desert in the middle of a flood, seems almost biblical.

Both of you are in the kitchen – distressingly narrow and painted in a gloom shade of indigo –, in the midst of your fifth discussion this week. The fridge door is open while you talk, but neither of you cares, all of its contents are already wasted, anyways. The light doesn’t even flicker.

You don't know exactly how this particular fight started.

Toji had arrived at his apartment – his, exclusively – late, with a bag of fast food in hand. An individual order. When he’d arrived, he’d looked at you and asked you what you were doing there, and everything had gotten out of hand from that point on.

After six months of waiting for him in the same place, in the same position, in the same corner of his grimy sofa, you'd thought he might remember you, might remember that you are a constant in his life.

Not the case.

The fight escalates to such an extent that you find yourself shouting and gesticulating aggressively.

What starts badly ends worse, your grandmother used to say.

(And yet, it ends).

So now you stand barefoot, in your white slip, looking at him with all the fire you can fan into your eyes.

"I have no fucking idea what is it that you want, Toji Fushiguro, but you need to stop looking for it in me. Either take me as I am or leave me, it's as simple as that."

He looks back at you, his gaze shallow. He always stares at you like this, as if instead of seeing you, he were trying to evaluate you; like you’re nothing but a mere statue to him and he’s looking for a spot where the artist could’ve slipped his chisel.

But you don’t cower before him. Although his height seemed imposing when you first met him, he now seems ridiculous to you. A child hidden behind a brick wall.

"Could you stop talking in code for two fucking minutes?"

"I want you to stop treating me like shit. You caught on now?"

He laughs unfunnily.

"I think I treat you pretty well, girl."

"Really?" you smile. There's a part of you that cringes at the gesture; he's been souring you since you met. Now you're fed up, but you know you'll never be able to return all of the blows he’s knocked you out with. "You think coming home and taking me to your bedroom for five minutes of grunts and sweat is treating me well?"

"Our bedroom."

That does make you laugh.

"Fuck, Toji, I don't live here! You never asked me to move in with you. And I've waited for you but I'm..... I don't even know what I am. Disappointed, maybe?" Your mood begins to shift as you search for him with your stare. You want to see some sort of reaction, something that isn’t a performance, something that doesn’t act as a mirror.

Something that tells you he cares about you.

"I thought I was dating an adult,” you continue, softly now. “That we could talk about it but... God, you're exactly like all the men I've been trying to avoid. All savages, the lot of you; too barbaric to be able to say you feel anything, even if it’s pure lust."

He raises a brow, closing the refrigerator door with a slam and leaning against the countertop with a click of his tongue.

"You want me to tell you that you make me horny?" he asks, with an ironic smirk.

"I want you to tell me that there's something that goes with the sex. Something that can last."

He doesn't say anything, just exhales loudly, huffing with annoyance.

And for some reason, the gesture takes you back two decades ago, when your father used to do that to you. A puff of air like cigarette smoke whenever you wanted something he didn't feel like giving you; mostly his time.

You don't know where the memory comes from, but it hurts. It burns and coats your throat with bile.

"There’s nothing," he whispers, at last.

Now you really have to make an effort not to vomit.

Silly girl, you say to yourself, you already knew that. But it's no use.

"And I had to dig that out of you with a spoon, baby," you tell him, dripping with sarcasm.

He doesn't notice how you pale, how you grab the skirt of your dress and bite the inside of your cheek. He doesn't smell your despair, nor the copper drops emanating from the wound you've caused yourself by biting on your skin.

Toji's not a bloodhound, no matter how much he resembles one. He's just an asshole.

Your words make him frown and stick out his jaw. You recognize his hint – you’d recognize him by taste alone –, it's the gesture he makes before he fights.

"And what the fuck did you expect? For me to telepathically figure out whatever shit you’re thinking?"

"No, Toji. I just wanted an answer." That’s it, you suppose.

You sigh, unclenching your fists without relaxing your shoulders, and head for the bedroom. Except for your cell phone and a pair of nightgowns, you have almost nothing here. Let him keep the panties, if he gave them back to you, you'd burn them anyway.

He follows when you pass him by on your way out of the kitchen, and, for once, he looks incredulous.

"What? You think we’re done chatting?"

"I don't even feel like looking at that asshole face of yours anymore."

Every word that comes out of your mouth stabs him in the spleen. He's never seen you like this.

You have nothing left to care for, nothing left to protect from the storm, nothing to hope and pray to see bloom. Your land is infertile and all you feel is frustration, so there's no more measuring yourself.

To hell with all this.

"Yesterday it was all about cuddling and today you're leaving,” he says. “What did you expect?" At that, he smiles with malice, one that, unfortunately, is not unfamiliar to you. "That we were going to fall madly in love? That this was about more than sex? Oh, but you're just a little girl. I've been with a hundred of the likes of you."

He's lying. You know he's lying.

This man has never loved a woman in his life – you pity his mother – but he's not a manwhore either. He wears things out until he’s outgrown them.

It's funny — he’s always looked too big on you.

Your head turns around, but you stay frozen where you are, kneeling in front of the bottom drawer of his nightstand. On your knees, you almost look like you're praying, but your eyes condemn a truth that hurts him. It burns and coats his throat with bile.

"I never expected you to fall in love with me, Toji. I'm not that stupid," you look at the drawer again, taking clothes and shoving them carelessly into your bag. "I'm just young."

“I may be young, but give me time.” Those words, the ones you told him when he met you, a little over half a year ago, ring in his ears. “I can take a hundred men like you.”'

He remembers them now, gall climbing up to his uvula. Your smile back then clashes with your current tears. You have aged seven years in seven months.

He can see it in your posture, in the expensive fabric of your dress and the way you tie your hair back. He can see it in the depth of your cupid's bow, in the care with which you hold your hands.

You know how to handle dynamite now, but you can't stop gunpowder from blowing up.

Toji is speechless. He doesn't want you to leave, but he's already worn you out, you've already woken up from your reverie. He hasn’t outgrown you yet.

When you get up, your cheeks are covered with tears. You wipe them away carefully; you would’ve never done that back when he met you.

You were free then; of wild smiles and clumsy hands, of loud cries and smell of freesias. Young with bravado, a shell of the sea.

Seeing you like this, knowing you're going away, turns his stomach. This is the last time, and you don't smell like freesia anymore. You're all orange and lavender, unmistakable and silent.

Toji raises a hand and brings it up to you. For a split second of madness you think he's going to slap you, but he simply catches a strand of your hair; only instead of tucking it behind your ear, he lets it curl around your cheek.

His hand falls to his side – he wasn't raised to be like this. He wasn’t raised to get you to stay.

"Get out," he murmurs, the timbre of his voice low and plangent.

You close your eyes for a moment, just to find his image behind your eyelids; smiling and defiant, with a glass of champagne in his hand and kohl-stained eyes.

The tide inside washes away everything else.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

What starts badly ends worse, you think.

(And yet, it ends).

(reblogs are appreciated !!)

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bloatedandalone04 · 8 months

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Crash Course - Part 2

Series Masterlist

➪the one where you and hayden are officially together, on and off the track.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 5.6k | Part 1 | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Seven months since your massive failure in front of hundreds of people, and seven months since you met Hayden.

You wished you could bring yourself to be embarrassed about the whole event, but it was the result of a deal you made with him, and it ended with you and him being wrapped around each other’s fingers.

Tonight was supposed to be packed as well, and the drivers were encouraged to head out onto the track a bit earlier than normal, but that still didn’t stop Hayden from taking you by the hand and dragging you into one of the empty concession stands for a quickie.

That’s where you are now, pressed up against the wall next to an out of order vending machine. Hayden kept your body pinned to the wall with his own, his hips rocking into yours at a pace that had your head spinning, and the two of you were still fully clothed.

You should have seen this coming, really.

Since you were in a serious relationship and had even moved in together a few months back, you drove to the track together to save some money on gas. And so you didn’t have to spend time away from one another.

Seven months in and you were still so obsessed with each other, it was like a never ending honeymoon phase.

You teased him during the whole ride here, so he needed to get out his sexual frustrations before he went on the track for the rest of the night, and luckily you were more than willing to help him out.

“Fuck,” he muttered against the skin of your neck, your jacket had long since been removed for the sole purpose of him wanting to mark you up before the race. Hayden had already left countless hickeys on your shoulders and neck, all of which would be covered by your jumpsuit later, so there wasn’t a need to make a fuss about the way he was tainting your skin with his mouth.

Your hands thread through his hair as he fucked into you, lifting his head so you could press your lips to his. “Oh, fuck, you’re so good,” you praise quietly, not wanting to alert any potential wanderers who entered the venue just outside the stand. “So good.”

Hayden groaned loudly, seemingly unbothered at the very real fact that you and he could get caught doing this by one of the many workers, crew members, or fans that had shown up. “So tight,” he commented, dipping his head down so he could watch the way his slick covered dick fucked in and out of you. “No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re still so tight.”

His words turn you on even more and you tip your head back further, the action making the sales poster that was pinned to the wall behind you crumple a bit. “God,” you whimper, tugging at the hairs on the back of his neck that were peeking out from his snapback that had the track’s logo etched onto it. “Hayden.”

He grunted, his fingers digging into the underside of your thighs as he hikes you up further, making your free hand shoot out to grip the wall. A couple of posters that had the menu for the stand on them were ripped from their tacks and fell to the floor when you steadied yourself, your legs locking even tighter around his waist. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he praised. “You’re so perfect.”

“Harder,” you quietly beg, moving your hand from the wall and knocking the hat off his head. While you absolutely loved the way he looked when he wore the hat backwards, you loved the feeling of his hair between your fingers even more. “Please, Hayden, give it to me harder.”

Hayden lifted his head so he could meet your lust filled gaze, and he knew his eyes held the same look in them. “You want me to fuck you hard, pretty girl?” He asked, tightening his hold on you as he pressed his hips to yours, making him go as deep as he possibly could.

The small box he had in his pocket poked him, and he could only hope that you wouldn’t call him out on what it was. You would find out later tonight.

He stilled his thrusts and locked his jaw at the way you throbbed and pulsated around him, your walls desperate for him to keep fucking into you. “Want it rough? Like this?”

When he gives a single sharp thrust, you cry out and grip his hair tighter, feeling the way your body shook with need. “Yes, fuck, yes. Just like that,” you moan loudly when he resumes the movements of his hips, going at the same pace as before but much harder, like you begged him to do. “God, you’re so deep. I love you so much, Hayden, fuck.”

He grinned at you, pressing his lips to yours as he rocked into you. “I love you,” he said in between noisy kisses. “My hot, needy girl.”

What a hypocrite. He was the one who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He was the one who pulled you into the out of order concession stand as soon as you arrived at the tracks. But it was no secret that his hypocrisy was what started your relationship, with him going on about how much you wanted him, when in reality, he wanted you just as much. Maybe even more.

“We have to be on the track soon,” you weakly remind him as blackspots begin to cloud your vision. With Hayden, it was never just a quick fuck. The word didn’t exist in his vocabulary. If he was taking you, he was taking you at his own pace and he didn’t care who had to wait on him.

There was, however, one way to get him closer a bit faster when you were in a rush. You discovered that Hayden was a sucker for hearing you beg for him to knock you up. You were on the pill and definitely not ready for kids yet, and you weren’t trying for them, but he was obsessed with the idea of you carrying his baby.

Despite only being together for less than a year, you had talked about it, briefly. You both decided that you weren’t going to try for kids until you reached your late twenties, right around the four year relationship mark.

“Yeah?” He teasingly asked, making no effort to pick up the pace. “Well, I guess they’ll just have to wait. There’s no way they would start without their two best drivers.”

“Hayden,” you purr, sucking on the skin below his ear. “I want you to make me come, then I want you to come in me.”

He groaned and tipped his head back, bracing himself with one hand flat against the wall beside you. The sight of his physical strength, and the fact that he was able to easily hold you up with only one hand, had you repressing a cry of his name. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hips stuttering when he felt you clench around him, your walls sucking him in deeper. “You want me to make you come, huh, baby? All over me?”

You nodded, biting your lip when you heard the sounds of footsteps right outside the door of the small room you were in. “Yes,” you answer in a whisper. “I want it so bad, Hayden. Please.”

He moaned at the sound of you begging for him to make you come, your words only fueling his desire for you. “I want it, too, princess,” he rasped, pressing you impossibly closer to the wall. “I want to feel you, all over me. I want it everywhere, make it messy.”

You cry out as you come, clamping down tightly around him as you squeezed your eyes shut. You pull him towards you with a hand placed on the back of his head, and he nuzzles his face against your neck.

As he continued to fuck into you, the sounds of your wet walls still taking him was all that could be heard, mixed with your whimpers and his grunts. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed about it, and Hayden had never let you feel embarrassed about it, as he loved how worked up he got you everytime.

“You hear that, baby?” He asked, grinning at the way your core noisily took him in. “Hear how fucking needy I made you? How good I made you feel?”

You nodded, whimpering softly when his hips began to slow, indicating that he was close, too. “Please, Hayden,” you beg quietly, your hands moving to gently run up his back. “I want you to come for me. Let me feel you, right in here.”

You press your palm to your lower stomach, feeling the movement of him inside you pushing back against your hand. His jaw went slack as he looked down at your abdomen, seeing the faintest outline of himself deep within you. “Baby,” he choked out, speeding up just slightly and taking in the quiet whine you let out due to your sensitivity. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”

“Please,” you encourage him, clenching hard around him to coax out his release. “I want you to, need to feel it.”

Hayden lets out a throaty groan as his hips meet yours for the final time before he is spilling into you. Heavy pants leave his mouth as he slowly pulls out before pushing back in, making sure his come reached the deepest part of you.

He looked up at you with hooded eyes, a tired grin on his lips. “We just got here and I’m already exhausted,”

You laugh, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Don’t wear yourself out too much,” you say, smoothing out his messy hair. “You need to focus on not crashing tonight.”

“Says you,” he teased, keeping himself buried in you as he peppered your lips with kisses. “You’re the one who crashed the night I met you.”

Rolling your eyes, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into an embrace. “But look where that got me in the end,”

Hayden grinned against your neck, lifting his head to place a lingering kiss to your mouth. “Where you belong,” he murmured. “With me. I love you.”

“I love you,”

Before any further words could be shared between you, the voice of the announcer came through the speaker. “Drivers numbers five and thirty four, please report to the maintenance garage for the team meeting,”

You laughed against his mouth, the faintest hint of a blush spreading across your face as Hayden finally set you down, a lazy grin on his own lips as he bent down to retrieve his hat from off the floor.

After the standard team meeting you had to do before going onto the track, Hayden kept his hand on your lower back as he guided you towards your car, his other holding onto his neon helmet. His own car was further down the line as he would be starting closer to the middle, while you’ll be starting on the outside of the first row.

Walking you to your car before every race had become a natural routine for Hayden. It allowed him to see you one last time before he was on the track, and also gave him the opportunity to trash talk you a bit just for fun.

He leaned against the side of your car as you pulled back the netting, watching as you lifted yourself up and slid in through the window. “Don’t crash,” he says as he leans down to level his head with yours. “Everyone knows how good you are at doing that. Show them something different for once.”

Even though you hadn’t had a serious crash since the one you were in on the night you met him, he still loved to tease you about it, despite him knowing just how good of a driver you actually are. “Haha,” you reply in a flat tone. “Funny you say that since you’ve spent every Saturday training with me since we met.”

He just shakes his head, grabbing your red helmet from off the top of your car. “Good luck, princess,” he said with a smile, handing it to you through the window.

“Good luck,” you say back, moving to kiss him quickly when he dipped his head further down. He fixes the netting on the window frame before heading towards his own car, his nerves rising as he hears the loud cheers of the fans.

Though he was good at hiding it, he still got nervous before every race, but his adrenaline usually overpowered it. Ever since he met you, he had become even more nervous about racing. Not only did he have himself to worry about on the track, but he now had you to worry about as well.

Sure, you were a great driver and hadn’t spun out in months, he still worried that the other drivers would grow sick of always being behind you and do something to get the advantage. While you never cared to get to know the other drivers, Hayden took the time to speak to a few of them, and the ones he spoke to were aggressive both on and off the track.

That was to be expected, though, as most racers only did this to let out some steam and frustration, while Hayden and you did it for fun.

The stands were packed, he noticed, when he was finally told he could pull out onto the track. There were only three races left of the season before the track closed for the winter, so it wasn’t too surprising to see that there were no empty spaces on the bleachers.

These last few races were well-anticipated, and they counted the most out of all of them because it would be the last time the drivers got to do this until the beginning of next summer.

The first race went well, with Hayden finishing in first and you in third, and the second one went even better, with Hayden in first again and you in second. The finale was next, and they would be pulling the best drivers from the first and second heats. Of course, you were both picked.

As the season went on, the races became more intense. For this final race, it would consist of twenty laps and eighteen cars in total, both from the bone stocks and the late models. It was a little nerve wracking, especially since Hayden was put in the fourth row from the front on the inside, and he didn’t know where you were.

You had to be somewhere behind him, but not knowing just how far was making him feel uneasy. He always liked having you in his sights, so to not know where you were was not calming his racing heart.

He had never been involved in this big of a race before. The most he’s ever taken part in is fourteen cars and that’s it. He knew this was new for you, as well, and he knew you had to be just as anxious as he was.

After following the pace truck for a few laps, the driver pulled off into the infield and the race began.

It was intense at first, but Hayden regained his control and was able to secure a spot in second place. As he kept up a steady pace, he did his best to glance behind him in hopes to catch a glimpse of you. It was hard to do, seeing as he had a helmet on, a net over the window, and had to make sure he didn’t go off the track, but he couldn’t help it.

He glanced back a few times and didn’t see you, making him a bit worried that you had been placed too far behind to be able to catch up in time. It was so like them to put the good drivers further back to give the less experienced drivers a fair chance. Hayden himself once had to go from last place to first in a twenty lap race, and it was a tough thing to do.

As he went around one of the turns, he finally caught sight of your red and white Ford, and he felt like he could relax a bit now and focus on his driving. You were a few cars behind him, and as he passed the speakers, he heard the announcer say that you had gone from thirteenth to fifth.

He also heard him say the name of the driver behind him, Ian Mackey.

Hayden had never heard of the guy before, so he was left to come to the conclusion that Ian was from the late model heat. He was proven right when he looked back and saw the kind of car this guy was driving.

He also noticed just how aggressive he was. Ian was pretty much tailgating Hayden, which was a bit unnecessary at this point because they were reaching the twelfth lap now, and most of the cars were decently spread out on the track.

As he sped up a bit, Hayden was once again beginning to feel nervous about the fact that you were back there with this aggressive guy.

Surprisingly enough, Ian did nothing to stop you as you passed him and drove behind Hayden. It should’ve made an alarm go off in your head, but you weren’t aware of how he was driving before you passed him.

It was somewhat calm for the next few laps, until you reached the seventeenth. While you were going around the corner, Ian, instead of trailing behind you like he had been doing for the past few minutes now, drove straight in an attempt to cut you off.

There was a reason no one ever attempted to pass when turning, and this was exactly why.

The front of his car hit the back of yours hard and the sudden impact had you powerless to do anything as you tried to correct, but the damage had been done. You knew better than to slam on the brakes, but before you could even do that, you were upside down and felt every hit of your body against the interior of the car.

Your head was pounding and your vision was blurry, but you were granted the gift of feeling nothing at all when your car slammed into the barriers, rightside up, but badly damaged. Your body went numb and your head was spinning before you let it fall back against the seat, your eyes falling shut as you listened to the sound of cars speeding past you fade out.

Hayden, who had heard the whole thing but hadn’t seen it, felt his heart drop when he caught sight of the smoke and dust that formed behind him. He wasn’t sure who exactly had been hit, but when he went around the other corner and saw that it was you, he felt his blood run cold.

He barely pulled off to the side before he was ripping the netting off the frame and tossing his helmet somewhere in his car. He pulled himself out through the window and sprinted across the track, his ears ringing as the other drivers had to swerve to avoid hitting him.

The red flag was held up and the other cars slowed to a stop on various parts of the track when he finally reached you. A couple of men from the clean up crew were already there and had pulled the netting off the window. He could briefly hear them trying to talk to you, but you weren’t responding.

“Get her out,” Hayden yelled at them as he watched one of the guys reach into your car to unclip the seatbelt. “Get her out of there, now!”

“Calm down, Christensen,” another guy said, stepping back when Hayden pushed away the comforting hand he tried to place on his shoulder. “We can’t pull her out until the paramedics get over here.”

Hayden shook his head and ran his hand through his slightly damp hair, but that was when he caught sight of Ian, whose car was a few metres behind yours and had undoubtedly caused the whole thing. “You motherfuck-” Hayden was pulled back once the crew guy caught onto the fact that he was on his way over to Ian. The man, whose name tag read Nick, grabbed Hayden’s shoulders and hauled him away from Ian, who almost looked proud at what he caused.

“Cut it out, Hayden,” Nick tried to say, but he wasn’t having it.

“You fucking asshole,” Hayden yelled while Nick guided him further away. “You fucking-” he cut himself off and held onto Nick’s arms when he felt his knees almost give out as he watched the paramedics lift you out of your totaled car.

You still had your helmet on, but your hands were bruised and had spots of blood all over them, and your eyes were closed. They set you gently down on the ground as the other paramedics worked on getting the stretcher out, and Hayden finally found his footing as he ran the few steps over to you.

He fell to his knees, surely ripping a hole or two into his jumpsuit, and grabbed your left hand in his. “Y/n,” he said desperately, heating up at the many eyes on him, and from the bright spotlights that had been turned on since it was nearing ten at night. He tuned out the voices of the fans and the flashing lights of the tow trucks around him as he tried to get you to open your eyes. “Baby.”

He could see from the visor part of your helmet that your face was a bit bloody, but nothing could’ve prepared him for when they slowly removed the helmet from your head.

Your lower lip was busted and it was clear that your teeth had gone through it, probably on impact, and your nose was shedding a steady stream of blood. There were a few scrapes scattered all over your face, all of which were also bleeding, and he could barely see your actual skin tone through all of the redness.

He shared a look with the paramedic, who looked beyond concerned at your current state, and that did not help Hayden stay any calmer as he gripped your hand even tighter. “Y/n,” he called out to you again, his heart going into overdrive when you still didn’t answer him. “Talk to me, baby, please.” He begged but to no avail.

He stood up when a neck brace was placed around you and watched as they lifted you onto the stretcher. They took you into the back of the ambulance, and Hayden took the time to observe the state of your car. The back end was caved in from the impact of Ian’s car, and there were several large dents that pretty much told everyone that there was no fixing it.

There was a big dent on the driver’s side door, and despite the multiple layers of steel that were built in to prevent it from harming the driver, all the layers were pushed into the car, meaning you had most likely been impaled by the sharp metal.

“Oh, fuck,” he heard the paramedic say, making Hayden turn to look over at him as they stood over your body. Your jumpsuit was unzipped and pulled down to bunch around your waist, and the white tee you were wearing underneath was stained red. “We need to get her to the hospital.”

His eyes widened at that and when the man gestured for Hayden to get into the ambulance with them, he never moved so quickly in his life as he hauled himself up and sat next to you.

He completely abandoned the rest of the race to go with you to the hospital, but he was sure it would have gotten cancelled, anyway, due to the extreme damage that had been done.

Hayden took your left hand in both of his once again as they hooked up your right arm to an IV, his eyes flickering all over your face.

His heart was beating a million miles a minute as he watched the slow rise and fall of your chest. “Stay with me,” he pleaded quietly, afraid to touch you anywhere other than your hand right now.

He tore his eyes away from your face when they pulled your shirt up and exposed the puncture wound on your ribcage. That had to have been from the metal of the door, and he was sure if he looked hard enough, he would have seen blood in both your car and on the padding of your helmet.

“How much further?” He asked, his voice breaking as he tried to keep his tears at bay.

“Less than ten minutes,” the man answered, but that was too long.

You needed help, now, but what could he do?

Nothing.

He just held your hand up to his mouth, not caring that your blood now coated his lips due to the shaky kiss he pressed to your skin.

You were met with bland walls and a dull ache in your head when you opened your eyes. The lights in the room were dimmed, but it still caused the dull ache to progress into what felt like a migraine.

When you lifted your hand, you noticed the pulse oximeter that was clipped onto your index finger. You try to sit up, but immediately stop when you feel a pain shoot through your body.

Your torso was itchy and it felt like there was a bandage wrapped around your ribs, but you didn’t bother trying to scratch at it, too scared to feel that sudden jolt of pain again.

Your face was sore, too, and you could see the red scrapes on your cheeks through your reflection in the window next to the bed. It was dark out, so it must be somewhere between twelve and four AM, but that was about all you could guess.

As you settle back down, you look to your left and that is when you finally notice Hayden. He was sitting on a chair next to the bed you were on, still covered by his racing jumpsuit, and his head was next to your thigh. Even though he was sleeping, he still looked distressed, and you reached your hand up to run your fingers through his hair.

It was also then when you noticed the diamond ring that had recently been placed on your finger. You gasp quietly, lifting your hand again to get a better look at it. “Hayden,” you rasped, but it was loud enough to wake him up.

He sat up and met your eye, and you could see the relief that flooded through him, before his gaze settled on your hand. “This isn’t how I wanted to ask you,” he trailed off, taking your hand in his. His fingers were stained with a bit of dried blood, and you could only assume it was yours. “I wanted to ask you after the race, but here we are.”

Your eyes stung as you tried to take in everything. “What happened?”

Hayden pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before hesitantly answering you, “There was an accident,” he began, meeting your eye again and you noticed the tears that gathered along his waterline. “It was a pretty serious crash. You were hit hard and I guess your car flipped a couple times before it slammed into the barrier.”

You tried to think back to that, but could only remember bits and pieces. When you really thought about it, you could briefly remember feeling the impact of Ian’s car, and the way your body hit every metal bar that was inside your own car, but nothing else after that.

“Before you ask, it’s totaled,” Hayden said and you felt your heart deflate at that. “But that is the last thing that should be on your mind.”

He broke eye contact and stared down at your joined fingers, his lip quivering in a way that told you he was barely holding on right now. “Hayden,” you murmur, moving your right hand to grab his free one. “It’s okay.”

But he just shook his head, the movement making a tear fall from his eye. “It’s not,” he muttered. “You have no idea about all the things that were running through my head when I saw you get pulled out of your car. Your eyes were closed and you were bleeding pretty much all over-” he cut himself off when he felt his throat begin to tighten.

Your eyes burn as you hold back your own tears, holding his hand as tightly as you could. When you went to bite down on your lip to stifle your cry, you wince when you taste the unmistakable bitterness of blood. Running your tongue over your lip, you felt how swollen it was, and you were sure you looked like a train wreck. “Hayden,” you tried again, but you were at a loss for words. “I…fuck.”

He continues to relive the nightmare of seeing you covered in your own blood and unresponsive as you lie on the track. “I was so fucking scared,” he confessed. “All the jokes I made before about you crashing suddenly felt so…real. They weren’t jokes anymore. I tried getting you to talk to me, but you weren’t awake, you weren’t answering me. I have never felt that terrified on a track before in my entire life.”

Tears fell from his eyes and that was all it took for your own to spill over. “Come here,” you requested quietly, gesturing for him to get onto the bed with you.

He just shook his head, not wanting to move you in any way until you were given the okay by the doctor. “No, princess, I could hurt you, I-”

“Hayden, come here,” you cut him off, trying to pull him up from the chair, but that was a lost cause. “Please. I need you.”

And unsurprisingly, Hayden was quick to give in to you. He stood from the chair and moved so he was sitting next to you on the bed, but you took it a step further by pulling him back so he was propped against the pillow. You moved so you were laying half on his chest and half on the bed, ignoring the dull pain in your ribcage.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” you mumbled, bunching up the fabric of his jumpsuit in your fist. “I hate that I put you through that, but I’m okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

Hayden nodded and gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, wanting to say a lot more but also knowing you needed to rest. There would be time to talk later. “I need to let the doctor know that you’re awake,” he says after a few minutes.

You hum, eyeing the ring on your finger before you grin, the pull on your lip making you repress a grunt of pain. “In a minute,” you say, lifting your head so you were looking up at him. “I think you have something to ask me, first.”

When you wiggle your finger at him, Hayden’s conflicted expression drops and he pulls you closer to him. “You’re right,” he turned the ring on your finger a few times before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you, pretty girl. I have since the moment I met you. I know this is probably the least romantic proposal anyone has ever done, but I can’t wait any longer.”

Hayden really hated the fact that he was asking you to marry him while you were confined to a hospital bed. He was sure you expected a much bigger and better gesture than this, one where you were wearing a fancy dress instead of an unflattering gown that he still thinks you look hot in - especially since he could see the faint hickeys he left on you earlier peeking out from the collar of the gown.

You smile up at him, urging him to continue when he pauses for a few seconds.

“Y/n,” he says quietly, turning the ring one more so the diamond reflects off the dim light above the bed. “I want to spend the rest of my life by your side and doing the thing we both love. The thing that brought us together. Well, once we fix you up a new car. I’m sorry, but yours is fucked.”

You laugh and sit up a bit. “You’re still okay with me racing after this?”

Hayden shrugs. “I can’t tell you to give up on doing what you love, even if the thought of this happening again terrifies me,” he mutters under his breath. “We’ll do it together, just like how we’ve done it the last seven months. Now, before I forget to ask, will you marry me?”

Grinning, you lean up and press your sore lips to his. “You really didn’t need to ask,” you tease, resting your head back on his chest. “Waking up with an engagement ring on my finger was more than enough.”

“Seriously?” He groans, leaning down to rest his chin on the top of your head. “You’re such a tease, you know that?”

“I know,” you say in response, closing your eyes when you feel him press a kiss to your temple.

While you still weren’t sure of how serious your injuries are, you knew you’d be just fine. Hayden seemed more than willing to help nurse you back to health and even help you get back on the track when you were ready for it.

You couldn’t ask for a better person to spend your life with.

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vodkabodies · 8 months

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Invisible String

Summary: An endless search for a remedy comes to a halt when Harry realizes he’s been tied to it, to her, all along.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Musician gf

WC: 475

Warnings: If you're NOT a fan of romanticrry, this is not the post for you ;)

A/N: Can you tell I’m a sucker for fluff? Here’s a little ‘thank you’ for the love you’ve given over my previous post <3 This is a really short one but still, enjoy!

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You were there all along, hidden in plain sight. At award shows, at after parties, even at our mutual friend’s wedding ceremony. Sometimes I wonder, what took us so long, then? For years you were always just a friend of a friend, an artist under the same record label, and now you have your own mugs in my kitchen cabinet and a side on my bed that will always smell of you.

Whenever I get lost in my thoughts like this though, as if by instinct, a connection only you and I are tied to, a brush of your fingers through the curly strands of my hair always wipes the questions away. As I lay here, sulking in your gentle yawning and the scent of your shampoo, there wouldn't have been a more perfect time than now. Not seven years ago when you were getting out of a toxic relationship, and I from a boy group I’ve been in for years to pursue my own endeavours.

We were meant to cross paths, eventually. At the perfect place, and at the perfect time.

I was scheduled for a meeting the very night of your opening show. I ran into my good friend, your manager at the time, who was on his way to support you. At that very moment, I received a call that our meeting was postponed. He invited me to join him instead, and so I did. With no intentions of coincidentally meeting my twin flame that same evening.

Ever since then, it’s been you.

As if tied to an invisible string, distance from you started feeling like hell. Like being pulled by rip currents, away from the safety of the shore.

I started to fear that every song I'll ever write from that day onward would be about you. And how you snorted a laugh when my voice pathetically cracked the moment I introduced myself to you, your hands that fit perfectly in mine as you shook it, and that voice, the one that grew a bed of flowers over the barricades that disabled me from running directly to you, the same one that now hums me lullabies.

You are the cure to my sleepless nights, the remedy for my mundane days, and extra lonely drives. I, a hopeless romantic, an artist, the product of loving and losing, has fallen deeply in love with you in a way that only words can explain, and only lyrics can describe.

I’ve written about finding no antidotes for curses, been convinced that loving someone else in the past was the cure, and thought another person had it all along. But it was you. Not a pill I could swallow, an action I could do, or something someone could possess. All along I was tied to the one I’ve spent lifetimes searching for.

“You are the antidote.”

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A/N: Hope you guys caught all the references I snuck in here. If you did, feel free to comment them below! I appreciate the support and feedback for my first work <3 More to come! (possibly a new fic??) As always, thank you for reading!

Twitter: @vodkabodies

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thef1diary · 3 months

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Little Big Fan | Six

— Little Big Gifts

Series Masterlist

wc: 1.9k

You watched as Isabella tugged Max into yet another store with a tight grip on his hand. At this point, you were losing track of how many stores you've been in and out of.

Falling behind a few steps, you took that moment to notice how Max and Isabella could've easily resembled a father-daughter duo to the strangers around you.

Pushing that thought away when Max looked for you, he smiled and held out his other hand—that was still holding a few shopping bags—as a gesture for you to come closer.

"How much money are you planning to spend on her?" You asked, looking at the increasing shopping bags in both yours and his hands, everything bought so far was for Isabella.

You had to physically stop yourself from grasping his bicep, cursing internally when you remembered that it wouldn't be the right thing to do. But you desperately wanted it to be a normal habit.

The first—and last—time you tried to pay was when you were checking out at the register in the first store of the day. Max lightly shoved you aside and tapped his card before you could notice what happened.

The cashier noticed and even commented, "let him pay for it, darling," with a cheeky wink directed at you.

Max looked at you, almost offended at the question you asked. "Until my account is empty," he stated with a shrug and a growing smile on his face when you shook your head. This would've been the perfect time to lean against him and smile at him, but once again you didn't.

"It would take a long time before that happens," you responded and he gave you a knowing look, "that's the point."

Isabella was roaming around the aisles with you and Max following behind. Every time she liked something, she would pick it up and look at you two with the cutest smile on her face while muttering the word, "please."

It reminded you of the day you first met Max through Isabella, since she was doing the same trick as today.

The only difference was that every time that happened, Max looked at you for permission as well and it felt like you were facing two versions of Isabella.

"Mama!" Isabella exclaimed when she laid her eyes on the prize, which happens to be hair accessories.

Little clips with bows, glittery ones, some even had flowers, and she loved it all.

"Pick out the ones you really, really like, Bella." If you didn't limit the items, Isabella would pick one too many. You stood beside her, holding each item that she handed to you.

There were lots of options, but your little girl was picky and this was one of the few times you were grateful for it. She picked out a total of six items, "because I'm six, mama," was her reasoning behind it.

You chuckled, "you can pick out seven things when you turn seven then, okay?" She nodded, and began counting how many months were left until her birthday.

Max watched the whole interaction with soft smile on his face, wondering how he had such amazing luck that he was able to befriend the sweetest mother-daughter duo.

Then, Isabella spotted earrings and asked if she could buy those too. "Your ears aren't pierced, angel." She frowned, "why not?"

“Do you want to get your ears pierced?" You asked, knowing it was a question you'd have to ask one day and it seemed like a good time right now.

"Yes please," Isabella nodded, and looked at both you and Max in anticipation. This time, you looked at Max for reassurance, wanting to know his opinion as well. Though you had no idea why his opinion mattered so much to you.

"It's going to hurt," Max commented or more so stated directed at Isabella, wanting her to know the process behind it. "I am a big girl!" She responded with enthusiasm, and by the tone of her voice, you knew that she had already set her mind on it.

"Okay, big girl, let's get you some piercings after we buy all this," you stated and she smiled brightly, holding onto your hand as you neared the cash register.

As Max reached for his wallet, you placed your hand over his to stop him, and he looked at you with a questioning gaze. "Max, you already did too much," you whispered, ensuring that your daughter doesn't hear you.

"What if I want to do more?" He countered, and you sighed. Then he added, "plus I promised Bella that I would buy her the clips she wanted, and she also asked for ice cream."

You knew he wasn't going to budge, so you let him pay but you needed to have a conversation with him about it.

You weren't used to this sort of treatment, and even after Max reassured you that it was truly his choice to pay, you felt bad.

As you walked out the shop holding Isabella's hand, who was beaming because of the new purchases, you looked at Max, "are you going to let me pay for the piercings?"

He debated it, knowing that if he kept paying, you might never take him along for shopping again. "If you insist," he shrugged and you smiled, quickly placing a kiss to his cheek in appreciation.

While you and Isabella continued walking, Max faltered and stopped midstep. He brushed his fingers against his cheek that you kissed with a small smile growing on his face. Then, he continued walking before you were able to notice that he stopped.

Isabella's nervousness almost matched her excitement as she sat in the chair. The piercer was a kind lady who understood both Isabella's nervousness and excitement.

She explained the process as it was your daughter's first time getting pierced. "Are you sure you want to do this, angel?" You asked, watching her wiggle around in the chair.

Still, her nod was just as firm, "yes mama."

Once the piercer marked Isabella's ear so the placement was precise, she looked towards you and Max then back at Isabella.

"Why don't you hold on to your mama and daddy's hand, you'll forget the pain and we'll be done in no time."

Isabella grabbed onto your hand but then shook her head, "he's Maxy, not daddy," she clarified. Max took a slight step back after her words, the realization dawning on him that he might've gotten a little too comfortable too quickly.

"I'm going to hold onto mama and Maxy's hand," Isabella stated, holding out her hand towards Max with a wide smile on her face, as if she didn't realize the words she spoke just moments ago.

Technically, she wasn't wrong which was why you didn't correct her. But, the truth of the situation wasn't something you focused on until recently, especially after the words Tyler spoke yesterday.

"Can you count to three for me?" The piercer asked Isabella, deflating the tension.

Your focus was completely on your daughter, mainly because you didn't want to think of the possibilities about your future with Max just yet.

The piercer didn't wait until Isabella finished counting, instead surprising her by piercing her ear a second earlier.

Max rubbed her hand soothingly as he noticed her eyes beginning to water but she didn't let a single tear drop. Inhaling sharply, she commented, "that didn't hurt too bad."

"You're a brave girl. Now let's do the other side," the lady commented and Isabella's eyes widened at her words. "The other side?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at her words, "yes, angel, she has to do your other ear unless you only want one earring?"

Isabella shook her head, and sat through the same process for her other ear.

"Good job!" The lady gave your daughter a high five, then she walked away to gather the items needed for post piercing care.

You kissed your daughter's cheek, carefully avoiding any accidental touches to her ear, "my brave girl."

The chair she was sitting on was higher up, so Isabella held her hands out towards Max. He took a step closer and easily wrapped his arm around her, helping her stand firmly on the ground. “You're going to be the coolest kid in first grade," he told her which made her eyes widen with excitement.

"Really?" Isabella asked. "Of course! You got a new bag, new clothes, and even new piercings. You are going to have so many friends."

After Isabella shared her fear of moving to first grade after kindergarten, you and Max tried your best to reassure her that it isn't as scary as she thinks it is.

You went up to the cash counter to pay and the lady explained the steps that should be taken after a piercing for proper care.

Meanwhile, Max was holding Isabella's hand and whispering to each other but stopped once you returned. "Where to next?"

"Ice cream!" Your daughter cheered, and you couldn't say no to her even if you tried. After all, she did deserve ice cream since she put on such a brave face for her piercings.

After buying three different flavours of ice cream, one for each of you, it was time for a much needed break. You knew that Isabella was close to wanting a nap since you saw her eyes droop slightly once you sat down to enjoy some ice cream.

She leaned against you and wandered off into her own imaginative world. "I think we're done for the day," you turned your head towards Max as you spoke the words.

"You didn't get anything for yourself yet," Max commented and you shrugged, "I don't think I have the energy to shop for myself, plus you didn't buy anything for yourself either."

"And you're sure that you're not saying that because you don't want to spend my money?" He asked and you had a sheepish smile on your face that gave you away, “that too.”

Max tried to understand why you were so adamant on that topic. He didn't know why you were so hesitant to spend his money. He knew that if it were someone else, they wouldn't have hesitated. But then again, you aren't just someone else, you're you.

"Fine, mister rich, don't look at me like that. I'll empty out your pockets one day and then you'll realize what a mistake you made," you teased him, knowing that you would never do that. "But, I seriously don't have the energy to continue shopping."

"First, it won't be a mistake if I ask you to do it, and second, I'm here whenever you need me—or in this case, my card—just give me a call."

You were glad that Isabella was not listening to your conversation, because you wouldn't know how to explain it to her.

"You can't say things like that," you nearly whispered. "It's actually true, I'm free for the next ten days. During that, we're going shopping again."

You shook your head with a smile on your face, "I'll take you up on that offer then."

"Good." You leaned closer to him, without actually leaning on him. Even that little inch closer, brought a smile to both your faces but neither commented on it.

Then, when you looked at Isabella, she had almost finished her ice cream but you laughed when you noticed quite of a bit of it smeared around her mouth. "Oh, Bella." She giggled as she tried to wipe away as much as she could with her tongue before using the tissue that you passed her.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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One of The Boys: Takeomi Akashi, Keizo Arashi, & Wakasa Imaushi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: You're just one of the boys. You hang out, eat, and drink with them like they're your childhood friends. Except... when you're all drunk. Then... you're something more.

wc: 1.3k

tw: dubcon, drinking, smut

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"You act like I'm not with you three twenty-four-seven." You tip the beer bottle up to your lips and take a sip, your face focused on the glowing television screen.

"Oh, come on," Takeomi mumbles, lying on the couch behind you and swirling a finger around your shoulder. "We let you have some time to yourself, don't we, guys?" Waka and Keizo grunt in unison, one splayed out on the floor beside you and nursing a glass of scotch. The other, larger one is sitting in the reclining chair, his eyes kidding ever so slightly.

"You're all old men and fucking drunk." Wakasa belches in response to your quip, but no one argues back.

"But you like old men," Takeomi replies slowly. You turn to face him and look into his eyes with defiance.

"Says who?" Three pairs of eyes look around at each other. There's something unspoken in the air, some conversation that had occurred without you present before this evening. But no one says a word. Waka settles back into the couch, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"You just know us so well," Keizo slurs, frowning. "You're kind of like the little buddy that tags along our quests."

"You're damn right. I know you three so well, I could tell you apart in my sleep."

"Let's play a game," Takeomi blurts, sitting up suddenly.

Waka calls out, "No Uno," while Keizo huffs, "Or Monopoly."

"No, no," Takeomi hisses, waving them off with a limp hand. "It's called, 'Guess Who.'" Everyone groans, including you. "You haven't even heard what the game is!" Takeomi stumbles in front of the TV, blocking the only light source as he reaches for something. "Okay, y/n, you're the guesser. I'm going to blindfold you, and you have to guess which of us is touching you since you know us like the back of your hand."

"Touching me?" Your pussy throbs at the thought of any of them touching you outside of a fight. You'd never spoken about your desire for fear of ruining your perfect dynamic, but it would be a lie if you said you didn't think about them in more than just a friendly way.

"You're with us twenty-four-seven, right?" Takeomi resurfaces with a bandana. "You get five tries. If you get three wrong..." He smiles at you wickedly. "Then you have to do whatever we say."

"I'm not going to lose," you admit confidently. "Go ahead. And if I win, you guys have to do whatever I say for a week."

"Three days," Waka counters.

"Alright." Takeomi shrugs, placing the blindfold over your eyes and tying it tight behind your head. He takes the beer out of your hand, sits you on the couch, and then shuffles around. The recliner creaks - Keizo is getting up - and Waka gets off the floor with a grunt. There's whispering, but you can't hear it over the TV that's been turned up considerably.

Feet shuffle toward you after a long pause, and you try to measure the gait of each step. But it's nearly impossible, and you feel a hand move over your arm. The feet move back, and you try wrapping your mind around any distinguishing factors. They were thin fingers, so it had to be either Wakasa or Takeomi. Beyond that...

"Guess who?"

"Wakasa."

"Lucky guess," Takeomi mutters, no doubt crossing his arms. "Alright, next one." There's shuffling and whispering, and then another one approaches you. This time, they touch your shoe, taking it off and revealing your socked foot.

"That's not fair," you grumble. "I can't even tell."

"Just guess."

"Then it was you, Omi."

"Wrong. It was me. Your shoes are on my carpet, and that's gross," Keizo replies.

"Typical."

"One wrong," Takeomi laughs. "Two to go." More movement. Then someone comes up to you and leans down. Breath fans across your face before lips touch yours, and your mind goes blank. Oh, fuck.

A moment passes before the lips disappear, and you're left breathless and unable to guess.

"That was... you, Omi."

"Oh, so sorry," Takeomi answers, chuckling again. "That was Waka."

"That's..."

"I've wanted to do that for ages," Waka admits emotionlessly. You're stunned into silence as the next guy approaches you, smoothes a hand over your hair, and then kisses your cheek.

"Two wrong answers," you hear as the blood begins to rush to your head. "This could be your last chance to win."

"I..." Your head begins to swirl as if the beer finally took hold of your senses. "I don't know..."

"Final answer?"

"Come on, y/n," Takeomi teases. "You know us so well."

"I guess I don't," you gasp, and fingers pull at the blindfold, lifting it off of one eye.

"So you admit it," Takeomi smirks. "You thought you knew us." You nod, and he shakes his head, clicking his tongue. "You can't even tell my touch apart from Keizo's or Waka's. Such a shame." He replaces the blindfold and sighs. "You lose, then. Now you're ours for the night."

You're not sure how your clothes came off so quickly, but fingers are sliding into your soaked pussy while one of them sucks leisurely on one of your exposed nipples.

"I'm feeling generous," Takeomi whispers in your ear, his half-naked body pressed into your backside. "You should take another chance to guess whose fingers are inside you."

"I know they're yours," you reply softly.

"Of course you do," he mutters back. "You really do know me after all, hm?"

It's Waka that's pressing your head down into his lap and holding the tip of his cock against your lips. And it's Keizo that's got one of your tits in his mouth while he hums.

How did you get so lucky?

Takeomi's fingers slip out of you as Waka's fingers knot in your hair, helping you bob up and down on his veiny length. A cockhead presses at your entrance, and you moan loudly, hoping Takeomi wouldn't stop as he sinks into you with care.

"Fuck," he whines, beginning to thrust into you. "You like that cock stretching you out, yeah?" You can only grunt around Waka's cock before it pops free, saliva and precum smearing over your lips.

"You'll be able to tell us apart in no time," Waka chuckles before shifting around. "At least, Omi and I. You'll have no problem knowing when Keizo's inside of you, right, Kei?"

"Right," he breathes, the cool air fanning across your chest as he moves into Waka's empty space. Your lips wrap around a bigger cockhead, which you're sure is twice as thick. "Take your time, baby," Keizo coos, holding your hair in one hand. Takeomi picks up the speed of his movements, his hips smacking your ass as you meet him thrust for thrust.

"You have to feel this pussy, Waka," Omi breathes. "It's like silk."

"Maybe next time," you hear Waka mutter from afar. "You're enjoying yourself."

"Shit yeah," Takeomi hisses, gripping your hips tighter. "You'll learn the difference between us, won't you, princess?" Keizo curses, angling his hips to take control of the blowjob you're giving. And you're stuffed full, praying that it would never end.

Keizo pushes you down on his cock, making you gag for a moment before letting you up and exhaling roughly, cum shooting on your face. "That's it," he pants. "That's it. There you go..."

You reach a hand down as you feel your own orgasm cresting to rub at your clit furiously. "Play with yourself," Takeomi encourages you, lifting your leg a little. "Yeah... that's what I like to see."

"Fuck, Omi... Gonna cum..." you whimper. Takeomi says nothing in response, but you can feel his cock twitch and hear him groan. "I'm cumming!" Your pussy clenches around Takeomi's cock just as he huffs and grunts and sighs loudly, his hips stuttering as he cums inside you.

There's a long wait before Takeomi slips out of you, his cock softening.

"We'll do this game again soon," he murmurs, taking the blindfold off. "We'll play fair next time, too. Deal?"

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munson-blurbs · 7 months

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Three Musketeers + Lemon head + Eddie

Love, @corroded-hellfire 💚

Exes-to-lovers/Mom!Reader/Eddie Munson

My birthday gift to you, my love. Thank you for being my best friend, my soulmate, my other half. I can't believe we haven't even known each other for a full year. I love you more than Max loves Steve's chest hair.

Warnings: marital strife and separation (it ends well, I promise!)

WC: 840

Divider credit to @saradika

Your fingers hover tentatively over the phone’s number pad, the receiver heavy in your palm.

Do it for Harmony, you silently will yourself; as if on cue, your six-year-old daughter tugs on your sleeve impatiently.

“Mommy, just call him!” she huffs, hands on her hips in a display of attitude. Six going on sixteen, you think. “I want him to see my costume!” She gives a little twirl as her tulle skirt fans out around her.

“Okay, Cinderella,” you relent with a laugh dialing the seven numbers that you hated to commit to memory. Because it means that Eddie is still living there, and not here.

Here is the home you’d bought together, pooling all your savings together to afford a two-bedroom house just outside of Hawkins. There is the apartment he’d been renting since you two had agreed on a trial separation four months ago.

It’s not that you didn’t love him; besides Harmony, you loved him more than anything in the world. But there had been too many evenings where he came home far later than promised, too many date nights canceled in favor of last-minute gigs at the Hideout, too many mornings that he’d scrambled to work without even offering you a kiss goodbye. At some point, your spark had fizzled out, and you didn’t have the energy to rekindle it.

He picks up on the second ring with a soft, “Hello?”

“Hey, ba—Eddie, it’s me.” You catch yourself just before you can utter the pet name.

“Is Harmony okay? Are you okay?” There’s an urgency in his voice that tugs at your heartstrings.

“We’re fine,” you hurriedly assure him, hearing a sigh of relief from his end of the line. “She just picked out her costume and wants to show you, if you’re free.”

His eager promise to be right over forms a pit in your stomach. You know he’ll show; he wouldn’t get his daughter’s hopes up for nothing. The problem is you: seeing him makes you miss him more, and you don’t want to want him. Not if the feeling isn’t mutual.

Sure enough, he’s at the house in fifteen minutes flat, leaning up against the frame when you open the door. “Hi.” One breathy word from his mouth already leaves you in shambles. His brown eyes flick from your lips upwards.

“Hi.” You stand, motionless, for a beat too long. “Oh, um, come in.” It’s strange and sad to have to grant him permission to enter, and while you appreciate him respecting that boundary, you almost wish he didn’t.

Harmony eases the tension, flinging herself into her father’s arms with an excited, “Daddy! I’m Cinderella!” She giggles as he peppers her face with kisses and hugs her tight. “Can you be Prince Charming? No, wait,” she scrunches her nose, “if you’re Prince Charming, then Mommy has to be Cinderella.”

You clear your throat, eager to change the subject. “Okay, Princess, go change into your pajamas and get ready for bed.”

She pouts but obeys, turning towards the staircase before swiveling around again. “Can we watch a movie?” Her hopeful eyes shine bright. “Like we used to do before Daddy moved away?”

Your heart tears in two, and you look over at Eddie. He gives an approving smile, but the time on the microwave clock requires an altered plan. “How about one episode of The PowerPuff Girls?” you suggest.

That satisfies her, and she flounces upstairs to her room.

Eddie sighs, walking over to you with his arms crossed over his chest. “Whatever happens with us, we made the cutest kid in the world.” He opens his mouth to say more, but closes it before any words can escape.

Curiosity tugs at you, urging you to ask him what’s on his mind, but you shove it down and press on. “We really did,” you manage, biting your lower lip. “Are…when can we talk about what’s happening with us? What the next steps are?”

“It all depends on what you want, babe.” The nickname slips out unintended, but he doesn’t take it back. “I just know that I miss you, miss us…” He rakes his fingers through his hair, fighting the desire to wrap you in a hug. “I’m so fucking sorry. I was a shitty husband, and I promise I’ll do better if I can get one more chance.”

Your voice is small when you ask, “do you still love me?”

He doesn’t reply with words initially; his lips crash onto yours hungrily while his hand presses against the small of your back. “I love you more than I can ever explain.” He digs into his pocket and pulls out his wedding ring. “I, um, brought this…in case you want me to wear it again?” It’s a question, an inflection at the end.

You nod, taking it from him and sliding it on his fourth finger, just as you did on your wedding day. “I do,” you laugh. “Are you ready to honeymoon with Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup?”

“I couldn’t dream of anything better.”

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bel1ewrites · 1 year

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Hi!!! I love your writing I think it’s incredible. I was wondering if I could request a Melissa x reader where reader gets hurt on set or something and starts crying so Melissa comforts her and they are already dating but Melissa comforts reader and takes care of her injury and it’s just really fluffy. Thank you ❤️

a/n: Hope this is decent! Thank you so much for the support <3

The Whole Thing? (Melissa Barrera x Reader)

Description: You have an unlucky day, but Melissa cheers you up in the way only she can.

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of blood, public embarrassment at it's finest.

YOU prided yourself on the ability to perform all of your own stunts, often earning praise from directors for making their job easier. They’d have you take sparring lessons on occasion for the more intense shots which gave you a decent understanding of self-defense and a muscle mass to match.

Though you enjoyed the challenge, the filming of Scream Seven was a nice break from the exhaustion of your normal roles that typically required you to work longer, more intense days. It still had its downsides, forcing you to sprint away from the ‘killer’ over and over again so that they could get the perfect take and painting you in fake blood that took forever to get out of your hair. However, it was still one of your favorite experiences as an actress.

While the break from your usual gigs was nice, the best part of shooting for Scream was getting to spend more time with your girlfriend, Melissa, who happened to also play your girlfriend in the movie. The writers decided to spice things up and bring in your character to play the lead alongside Jenna and Mel in hopes of catering to their fans who were hungry for more sapphic content. Melissa immediately suggested that you get the role, setting up your audition and cheering you on from the sidelines.

Unfortunately, being good at your job didn’t make you any less clumsy.

All day you’d been tripping over everything on set and giving your co-stars small heart attacks, hands swiftly shooting out to steady you. Melissa took the brunt of it, sticking to you like glue ever since you’d run into your makeup artist and sent her spiraling; apologies spilling from her lips as if she’d flattened your dog on the sidewalk.

Even soldiers had to take bathroom breaks though, and Melissa was only human.

She’d only been gone for two minutes at most, the extra large tea she'd chugged on her lunch break finally catching up with her. It all happened in slow motion. One minute you were on your feet, walking away from the set and towards the communal coffee table, and the next you weren’t.

There was a loose floorboard that you were unlucky enough to stumble upon, foot catching on it and hands sticking out in an effort to save yourself. It was admittedly one of the most embarrassing moments of your life save for that one incident from the seventh grade. You let out a girly little shriek before hitting the floor with a not so girly thud.

Melissa’s girlfriend senses tingled as she rinsed the soap from her hands, and she quickly scrambled out of the bathroom whilst simultaneously dripping water all over the floor. The sight she was met with made her heart drop.

You stood surrounded by crew members with your head tilted up and the bridge of your nose pinched between your thumb and forefinger. The makeup artist from earlier looked horrified as she attempted to assess the damage and calculate just how much concealer she would need to cover it all. Rivulets of blood poured from your nose and your lip was split open on the right side.

Your girlfriend pushed the crew out of the way, pulling your hand away from your nose and grabbing the sides of your face, keeping it tilted up as she scanned the injuries. Caught up in the spur of the moment, she tore the signature Samantha Carpenter jacket from her body and held the fabric of it up to your nose in an attempt to keep you clean. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t her brightest idea. A collective gasp ran through the room and made her roll her eyes.

“Oh, baby,” she sighed as she watched you try to keep your tears at bay, jaw clenched and fists closed, "You're having the worst day, aren't you?" her free hand tugged at a strand of your hair.

You nodded, lip quivering momentarily before the floodgates opened.

“That’s a wrap for today folks!” The director announced uncomfortably, beginning to say something else that was quickly ignored by Melissa as she wrapped an arm around you and ushered you out the door. She led you to her trailer and sat you down on the couch, grabbing paper towels from the counter to replace the jacket that you held awkwardly against your face.

She took the jacket from your hands, sitting down while placing it on her lap and gently grasping your face again. “Let me see,” she whispered, wiping tears from your cheeks with the soft pads of her thumbs.

Your bottom lip was swollen from where it had split on impact, bleeding slightly but looking as though it wouldn’t require stitches. She pulled your face to hers, kissing the cut as lightly as she possibly could and replacing the pain with pleasant little tingles.

"I think the worst part about this whole situation is the fact that we can't have any hardcore make out sessions until this stops hurting," her lower lip popped out in a little pout and you went to do the same thing, but the tug on your injured flesh prevented it.

The bleeding from your nose was slowing down, reduced to occasional crimson drops that were wiped away by her as soon as they slid down your skin. It still hurt like a bitch, but your ego was more bruised than your body was.

“One time I ate a prop apple on set in the middle of a scene,” Melissa admitted, seeming to read your mind.

You let out a watery laugh. “Like… the whole thing?”

“Of course not, no,” she clarified, waving a hand at the assumption. “I did swallow some of it though…”

“How-”

“I thought it was just bland at first! It’s not my fault that they look so real,” her lips turned up in a contagious smile that made your heart pound in your chest. “There she is! Thank God for embarrassing stories; I thought I’d never see you blush ever again.”

The statement only made you blush a deeper pink, turning your face to escape the sudden love-struck expression that played across her features.

"Am I embarrassing you? Am I embarrassing my little honey nut cheerio snookums bubba boo?" She teased, making excessive kissy faces as she leaned in for your cheek

"Mel, cut it out you psycho," you giggled, trying to push her away when she climbed on top of you and attacked you with her lips.

She pushed you back against the couch and laid down on top of you, effectively stopping you from running away as she continued her attack.

"Sorry, baby. I can't hear you," she lied, lips skimming over your forehead, "the apple made me deaf."

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt, forgetting all about the fall.

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