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royallyprincesslilly · 10 months

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Title: Stake My Claim {One Shot}*

Title: Stake My Claim {One Shot}*

Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader

Warning: Mild cursing, NSFW, Mild Smut, 18+ Mature Content,

Words: 2.4k

Summary: Nope.

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You and Lewis had been keeping your relationship quiet. You both thought it was important to keep things as private as possible to alleviate any outside noise that comes with celebrity relationships that made them complicated. Your lives were already complicated enough neither of you needed the extra pressure. So for the entirety of your relationship, 11 months, you'd remained mum on your private lives. While it was normal for Lewis to keep quiet about anything other than F1, for you, people noticed.

Whenever you were interviewed and asked about anything private, you remained tight-lipped. You didn't want to reveal even the smallest detail because expert internet investigators could piece things together from nothing and come back with a whole theory with receipts. You being tight-lipped tipped a lot of people off that you had someone in your life. Though they suspected you were dating they still had no idea who.

You were careful not to get pictured with Lewis. Careful not to have any pictures leaked of you being at the same place at the same time. You even went as far as to use your look-alike assistant as your body double sometimes to distract the paps so you could make a discreet getaway. You and Lewis had become impressively creative over the months to keep your relationship quiet.

It was a good call because after almost a year you felt closer to him than you'd ever felt to any of your exes. You felt connected on more levels than just physical. You really enjoyed him as a person outside of being your person. You found him interesting, intelligent, funny, genuine, and incredibly kind. There was no aspect of his personality you didn't like. You were so head over heels for this man that you were beginning to freak out a little bit with how perfect things were.

"What are you thinking about so deep that you're not even giving input for dinner tonight?"

You snapped out of it and looked across from you into Lewis' soft eyes that were completely focused on you.

"Huh? What?"

He snorted then shook his head. "Am I boring you princess?"

"What? No. Not at all. I was just thinking," you said reaching for the menus between you that were the top contenders for tonight's takeaway dinner.

Lewis reached over and rested his hand on top of yours stopping you from taking any of them. "Thinking about what? Talk to me."

This was one of the many things about Lewis. He had the ability to recognize when soemthing was off with you and always chose to tackle it head on rather than pussyfooting around it like you often did.

"It's nothing bad. I was just reminiscing about our relationship."

"Uh-oh."

You snorted and softly swatted at his hand. "Stop."

"Should I be worried?"

You shrugged. "Do you think you should be?"

Lewis smirked then leaned back in his chair. "Hell no. I know I'm the man and the best you've ever had. I'm straight."

You snorted loudly. "Boy!"

His smile was like a ray of sunshine. Instantly your belly flipped.

"Tell me I'm not."

You rolled your eyes and decided to fuck with him a little bit. You released an exaggerated sigh.

"Well I don't know," you began.

It was all you got out before Lewis had darted over to you pulling you straight out the chair and flush against him. It was done so quickly, so smoothly that he took your breath away.

"You don't know what princess? Don't know if I'm the man or the best you've ever had?"

His voice was panty wetting deep, so sexy you couldn't speak cause your throat was clogged with desire.

"Hm?"

He'd now maneuvered to the wall and pressed you against it. Lewis dipped his face to your neck sniffed then placed a soft kiss to your pulse point.

"Cause I have all the evidence I need."

He dipped his lips to your breast where you nipple was painfully hard and pressing against the fabric of your shirt, begging for attention.

"Exhibit A," Lewis said before he enclosed your nipple between his teeth.

"Mm."

He moved to your other nipple but swirled the tip of his tongue around the beaded peak.

You released a breathy sigh as your eyes fluttered closed.

"Exhibit B."

The combination of his voice, the heat emulating from him and his touch was making it very hard to breathe let alone think. Lewis raised your hand, laced his fingers with yours and kissed along your arm where goosebumps decorated your flesh.

"Exhibit C," he whispered.

Your eyes met and the spark of fire you saw within his said he was as turned on as you were, but he was enjoying this. You bit your bottom lip and his eyes dipped to them like you knew they would. Lewis came closer bringing his face to yours. Instinctively you closed your eyes in anticipation of feeling his lips. However, his lips never met yours.

"Shall I continue, or do you have enough evidence?"

Your eyes snapped open and saw the amusement bubbling within them. You were completely spellbound by their beauty--his beauty. Lewis must have taken your silence for a challenge because he used his knee to push apart your thigh and keep one of your legs slightly hoisted in the air resting over his knee. It didn't register what his intentions were until you felt the brush of his fingers against your sex.

"Mmmm."

"M-hm. Exhibit D."

Lewis' fingers slowly petted against your sex in downward strokes and with each stroke you whimpered. You couldn't help but imagine those thick digits pushing inside of you over and over until you saw stars and drenched them. The thought alone was making you even wetter. Lewis moaned then lifted his hand so you both could see your wetness smeared across the back of his fingers.

"I rest my case."

You reached between your bodies then gripped the concealed weapon that was pressing into your inner thigh.

"And what about my case? I'm surprised you haven't poked a hole through those pants with this dangerous thing," you teased.

Lewis smirked then licked his thumb before his hand disappeared between you again. The second you felt his thumb swirl around your clit you gasped and nearly blasted off into the ceiling.

"Shiiit," your croaked.

Lewis didn't stop. He kept his eyes on you, changed his direction then sped his movements. Now he was rubbing from side to side and pushing you closer and closer to the edge. When you felt him circle your opening with a finger your body responded by clenching the sliver of his finger was that there.

"Fuck," Lewis whispered.

"Lewis," you plead.

"Yes princess."

"Please."

"Say it."

Rolling your eyes you decided against beating around the bush or playing hard to get.

"You're the man."

He smirked. "And?"

His appendage spasmed in your hand reminding you just what precious cargo you held in your hands. You squeezed tightly until you saw his eyes flutter closed as if they were heavy. Using your thumb you circled the tip teasing him and his sensetivity there. Lewis' jaw relaxed as a rush of breath left him. When you saw his body shake every so subtly you began pumping your hand up and down. Each time you came up your squeezed and each time you went down you twisted using your wrist.

In just a few seconds, Lewis was moaning softly and quickly getting lost in the pleasure you were giving him. When his fingers began their slow torture again you both transitioned to jerking and rubbing each other trying to make the other lose control first. Just when you were sure you had Lewis right where you wanted him, he pushed two fingers into you, sending your head back into the wall.

"Ah, Lewis!"

You were so close you knew you wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer, so you did the only logical thing--decided to pull him over the edge of debauchery with you. As Lewis fucked into you faster and faster, deeper, and deeper you stroked him as if your movements would get you to your orgasm quicker.

"Y/N. Oh princess!"

The way he stretched out the "c”, "e" and "s" in the word in his deep voice was what did it. Lewis rotated his fingers then hooked them and that was it. You screamed out and grabbed his other arm needing soemthing to hold on to you didn't explode into pieces.

"Uuuugh!"

Your hand grew warmer, then you felt wetness. Looking down between you, you smiled when you found the reason why. He'd came right in his pants.

"For fuck's sake. How do you get me in these situations?"

Your smile widened as you beamed up at him. "Because I'm the best you ever had."

Lewis smiled and pecked your lips. "Fucking right you are."

Lewis kissed your temple, "Come see me race on Friday?"

"Ok."

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-Friday-

When you arrived at the paddock you made sure you kept your sunglasses firmly on your face. They were big enough that if you played your cards right your appearance here would go unnoticed just like all your other appearances. As you passed influencers, content creators and fans you did your best to remain inconspicuous. For the most part it worked but you did notice a few eyes that followed you and even a few pointing you out while asking the person they were with if you looked familiar. Before any of them could get a closer look, you always changed your course.

Because of that it took you nearly twice as long to get to where Lewis was. When you got there, you saw him sitting with a few other drivers, Carlos, Yuki, Sergio, and George. They laughed together then the interviewer asked another question.

"We know your perfect cars, but I am sure the ladies want to know your perfect women. What catches your eye?"

The men took turns responding while trying not to be too embarrassed by the question. Most played it coy and gave generalized traits and features but when it came to Carlos he smiled widely.

"Perfect woman? That's easy. Y/F/N & Y/L/N."

Your eyes bugged in shock. The men laughed and he shrugged.

"Just right out with it huh?"

"I mean why not? Shoot your shot. She's gorgeous and I've always been a fan, so I've read a lot about her and seen a lot of interviews and she has such a good head on her. You can tell she's down to earth and humble, a really sweet person, who cares about those around her and is a quality person."

The more he spoke the more touched you felt. You almost let out an "aw". As Carlos continued to gush about you, your eyes slipped to Lewis who sat there with both his hands squeezing his microphone, and his face as stoic as ever. If you didn't know any better you'd almost think he wasn't fazed at all hearing another man--a technical co-worker and rival driver singing your graces and making it known that he had a huge crush on you. Almost.

You could tell. Every so often you saw his eye twitch and watched his grip become lethally tight on the mic. To further confirm his slight annoyance you noted the way he toyed with chewing inside his mouth. He was hating this.

"Yes so if she is watching," Carlos said before he held up his fingers to his ear like they were a phone.

Everyone cracked up but Lewis clenched his jaw. You giggled to yourself as you slipped to the ladies room. After touching up your make up, and a few bathroom selfies posted to your social you walked back out. When you were closer to the Mercedes port you spotted Lewis. As if he felt your presence he spun to face you. A smile spread across his lips as one did yours. You were prepared to give him a subtle wave before you turned and went to your spot to watch the race but were caught off guard when you saw him making his way to you.

With wide eyes you looked around and saw people stopping to point at Lewis, which brought eyes to you. When he did a slow jog to close the remaining feet between you, you had the attention of tens of people. When Lewis got rght in front of you, he dipped down gathered you in his arms and lifted you into the air.

"Hi baby."

He didn't wait for your response, his lips pressed to yours bringing a loud gasp from those watching. As he kissed you, you could hear the loud chatter around you. Everyone was wondering who you were and if you were his girlfriend. Your brain was still stunned into inactivity, but your body responded. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck and kissed him back just as fervently as he kissed you. This was no hello peck, or demure greeting. This was a full-on tease, battle for control, passionate make out session.

When you pulled back and peered down at him, Lewis was smiling.

"What're you doing? I don't remember our hello kisses being a hello make out tongue down my throat session. There are so many people watching."

"I just missed you," Lewis replied.

"Did you now? You sure it wasn't hearing another man gush about me and confess his feelings?"

Lewis smirked realizing you'd seen right through him.

"Aw, is baby jealous?"

Lewis scoffed then shook his head.

"Oh my god. You are. Baby."

He reached up and took your sunglasses off revealing your identity to whoever was watching.

"Lewis!"

"You're mine and everyone needs to know."

"Know what?"

"Know that they don't stand a chance."

You snorted then saw a few of the other drivers watching from behind Lewis.

"Then you better kiss me like I'm yours."

Lewis smiled clearly loving that your petty matched his. When he kissed you again it was filled with heat, need and possessiveness. He turned so those behind him could get a perfect view then let you slide down his body. With his arm around you, he led you back with all eyes on the two of you.

"I think I like jealous you," you teased.

"We'll see if you still like him tonight," Lewis said loud enough for the other drivers to hear as you passed by.

Lewis wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis. You rolled your eyes at his antics. This was your man, and you loved every jealous and petty inch of him.

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tommydarlings · 1 year

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pairing: rbr!dom!sebastian x sub!reader

warnings: smut, slapping, dacryphilia

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“You wanted this remember?, don’t play the little innocent girl right now.” Sebastian mumbled while he was guiding your hips. Your back was arching as his hand pressed down onto your abdomen, immediately feeling his dick satisfying you like no one other could through your skin.

“Can you feel this? Yeah? Lewis could never make you feel like that, right? Say it, fucking say it right now.” He slapped your cheek with his palm that wasn’t currently feeling his own cock through your belly.

“L-lewis could n-never make me feel l-like this- fuck, please!” You yelled out in pleasure and also a bit of pain as the German man slapped you again. “Please what baby?, use your words.”

“I-I don’t know.”

“So fucked out already? Unbelievable, can’t even take more that a few orgasms around my tongue, fingers and cock and a few little slaps on her pretty face.” He stated with a smile written on his face. You cried out as one of his hands came down to rub your clit in the perfect circles, legs already shaking again while tears streamed down your red cheeks.

“Love seeing you crying on my cock, fucking love it, bet Lewis could never do that, make my perfect little girl cry.” He told you clearly before you came unstoppably around his cock and on his fingers, other hand still pressing down onto your skin to make it all even more intense.

“Gutes Mädchen, so ein gutes mädchen, nur für mich.” Good girl, such a good girl, just for me.

While you were desperately trying to calm down, tears still running down your face and breathing pattern still completely uneven, Sebastian grabbed his phone and got a quick grip of your jaw, tilting it perfectly into the camera before he took a photo.

“Need to show that to Lewis, he’s gonna freak out.” He laughed as he put his phone back. “And maybe a new lockscreen.” He muttered with a shrug and a smirk, definitely not lying.

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w2soneshots · 2 months

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Friends? -W2S

Words: 1.3k+

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, mention of a break up, friends with benefits. (I think that’s it?)

In which you and Harry start a new relationship but he breaks your heart.

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I've been best friends with Simon for as long as I can remember. We hit it off during school, I supported him when he first started YouTube, I introduced him and Talia and have always been the one person he actually talks to about things. Simon is a surprisingly closed off person, so when he cried into my arms because him and Talia were struggling I knew I'd finally broken down that wall.

When he began the Sidemen channel and moved into the house he shared with Vik, Josh and JJ we grew apart slightly. He was so busy: constantly streaming, making videos, editing those videos and his sleep schedule was royally fucked up. He had no time to hang out or even give me a call. But once he met Talia it began to change and I quickly found myself back in his life like nothing had happened.

I soon became good friends with the rest of the boys as I came around to the house more. I especially enjoyed Harry's company, he's funny, slightly awkward until you get to know him and he's very fit (which helps). As the years went by our friendships became stronger even as people began building their own lives with girlfriends, pets and even kids.

Almost 2 months ago while on a night out me and Harry got a little closer than friends should be... aka we fucked. The next morning I woke up next to him in my bed and slightly freaked out. But after that night it happened again and again until one morning as we sat lying next to each other, my head resting on his sheet covered chest we decided we were labelled as friends with benefits. I wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea but what else could I do? Tell him I was sorta starting to catch feelings... no way.

Another 2 months later... we have now been fucking, whenever one of us needed a release after a long day or just someone to hold them while they drifted off to sleep, for around four months. One day I woke up to a phone call from Simon. Me and Simon tell each other everything, we always try and find the time for a phone call at the end of the day or whenever anything big happens the other person is always one of the first to know. So it was no surprise he was very aware of mine and Harry's... situation. I answered the call "hello?" I said groggily through the phone. "Hey y/n... Harry-" he said hesitantly. "What about Harry?" I asked slightly pissed off that I was woken up from my deep sleep.

"His ex... she's back." he said. I was quiet for a second. Harry's ex abruptly up and left him almost a year and a half ago. She didn't give him a proper reason and he was left broken. "What do you mean she's back? Does Harry know?" I asked rapidly. "Woah woah, yes he knows... he told me he's getting back with her." he said the last part with pity in his voice. I felt as though all of the air in my lungs disappeared along with the oxygen in my bedroom. I blinked and a single tear rolled down my cheek. "y/n?" Simon said softly. I glanced down to my phone and clicked the red decline button.

As soon as I put the phone down I burst into tears. In that moment I knew I'd fallen hard for Harry Lewis. I was so confused on how he could completely disregard the past few months with me and get back together with the person who left him broken for everyone else to pick up the pieces. Almost an hour later there was a knock on my door. I signed and stood from my bed. Once I got to my front door I cracked it open to see Simon and Talia stood there. Talia also knew about me and Harry since she caught us making out in the back of a club so I told her the rest.

Simon opened his arms and I fell into them and began sobbing again. I broke away a minute later once I calmed down. Talia gently rubbed circles with her hands on my back as we sat on the couch. "How could he get back with her after what she did to him?" I said quietly. Simon spoke up "he told Behz that she just got scared of how serious they were getting so left, but I'm not one hundred percent sure about that." I looked up "he could have at least told me before I had to find out from you." I said fiddling with my hands. "I'm sure he just didn't want to hurt you." Talia said trying to think of any positive. "I would have found out ether way." I said.

They left soon after and I sat holding myself on my couch while I watched a movie. Then when 5 o'clock hit I ordered myself a Nando's, ate it and fell asleep on the couch. The next morning I woke up and took a long hot shower, got dressed into a sweat set and left my apartment.

I got the lift down into the car garage below my building and found my car. I hopped in and drove to Boots to pick up my click and collect package. After I picked that up I decided to go to Asda to pick up some stuff since I was in need of a food shop. I was wondering down the isles when I got a phone call from Faith... "hello." I said once I answered the call. "Hey, you ok?" She asked. "Uh ye, I'm just in Asda." I replied. "Oh ok, just because I heard about- um Harry's ex and I knew you too sorta had something." she said. "Wait what? You knew?" I said slightly flustered. "y/n. Everyone knew it was obvious." she said. "Shit."

After my phone call with Faith I paid for my food, packed my car and drove home. As I walked towards my apartment, three bags full of groceries in hand, I spotted someone sat next to my door. "Harry?" I said as he stood. "Hey." he said. I stared at him wide eyed "what are you doing here?" "I just- I- I need to talk to you." he said nervously. I sighed "come in."

Harry sheepishly walked into my apartment and we stood in the kitchen. I put the bags down and began unpacking them into the fridge and cupboards. Harry stayed silent until I was finished. I sighed and placed my hands on the counter that Harry stood on the other side of. "Listen, if you're coming here for a quick fuck then-" I started. "What- no- I- I just came um- to apologise." he said and I furrowed my brows. "What?" I said confused. "I broke it off completely with my ex... I just couldn't believe she was back- I was so stupid, I took her back immediately but last night I realised that she wrecked me and I'd already moved on and also that I loved someone else," he said and finally looked up at me properly... "you, I love you."

"You do?" I asked stunned. He nodded "it's okay if you don't feel the same but I just needed to tell you." I walked around the counter and stood in front of him "I love you too Harry."

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stonemags · 10 months

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stonemags

SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.7 Fend off

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary: You are trying to be a good friend, helping people that are closest to you to let go of their past. They take priority and even if you get hurt during the process, you need to keep them protected. Who will protect you? Will you let them?

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, fighting, blood, being hurt, arguments, mensplaning, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass.

Word count: 6913

A/N: This chapter is the last one before a longer break, im not sure when i will post next one, but it will come. Thank you to all for the support it wouldn't be the same without you. I hope you will enjoy this chapter.

Previous chapter

You just woke up, but you can already feel the tension in your shoulders. It was a hard week for you, work, school even Wanda and Nat made days difficult for you. Everybody expects something from you, deadlines are not being kind, and everything is piling up in the exhausting hill of responsibilities. You feel yourself sinking recently and if it wasn't for your whole future at the line, you would probably stay in bed for the next two weeks. Recently even thoughts about your future were too heavy, usually working as a motivator, now they are making you feel like you're at a gunpoint.

You didn't have to wake up with the sun today, after working till three am at the bar you needed that rest and thankfully everybody made sure not to bother you. You get up from the bed and immediately make it, so you can start your day not feeling guilty about having a mess around you or not being productive. It doesn't happen often but you actually plan on resting today. You put some music on and after meditating and giving offerings you hear a light knock at your door.

“Hey.” Darcy stands in a doorway, two coffees in her hands. She always looks out for you, even in those small ways, and to be honest you do feel special. She would never do coffee for Maria or Kate.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, everythings okay.” She sits down on your bed, and sets the coffee on the side table. You decide that freaking out about the stains right now is not a good idea. You will deal with it later. To your surprise Darcy is ahead of you and she gets up and grabs coasters and your meds, she hands them to you with your coffee.

“Thanks.” She nods and sits down at the previous spot.

“Do you want to talk about your date?” You don't, you know she cares and that's where it's coming from, there is still anger lingering at the back of your head, that she set you up like this.

“I- '' She looks puzzled, like she can't place exactly how to put into words feelings she has, but you understand.

“I know.”

“I was worried that you wouldn't agree to go. I should’ve handled it better, done it differently. To be completely honest, after we dropped you off I had been scolded by Carol already.” She laughs and you can't help but join her. You take a sip of your coffee, happily making yourself believe that it will wake your brain up more, and let her continue.

“It wasn't nice. I'm sorry, I don’t want to act that way towards you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate you being honest. I was mad, yes, even now I still am a little bit, but it’s going to pass. I'm just happy to be done with this.”

“They called Carol after that night, and they didn't sound happy. She didn't tell me anything, at least not that much, but… Yn, what happened?” you don't want to get into it, but Darcy is your friend, she is on your side, and you want her to feel included.

“Shuri called me in the middle of our dinner. I had to pick up Junior, it was an emergency. There was no taxi, no uber, nothing and this restaurant was so far away.”

“Yeah, again sorry about it.” Darcy scratches the back of her head, trying to ease down the nerves.

“They gave me a ride, and then we went to the theme park with Junior.”

“It doesn't sound so bad.” She is confused, but at the same time she knows that nothing with you is just simply… simple.

“It wouldn't be if I had any say in that. Darcy I had so much work I did not sleep the night after that. I agreed on extra work, i didnt had any food other that a fucking corn dog with junior that day, and nobody asked me about my opinion.” You start pacing around the room, you always talk with your arms and the more agitated you are the more they are working.

“Did you tell them that?”

“Yes I did. After the little family trip of course, I'm not a monster. I couldn't do that to Junior.” She nods in understanding. You both spend 20 more minutes chatting about everything that happens, while you clean your room. You will always happily use a body double to make yourself more productive, and it's so much easier with someone actually next to you. After a nice morning together and more cleaning around the apartment, Darcy told you that Kate asked you to call her and that it was rather important so you called right away.

“Hey sweetie, you wanted me to call?... Yes ... mhm … no problem i got this, don't even worry about it, I’ll text you after everything … I’m always careful … Yes, I love you too.” You finished your phone call, and as you were sitting in the kitchen Maria could hear everything. She just finished cleaning the dishes after herself, knowing how much you hate, when one of them leaves something in the sink, after you cleaned the whole kitchen. They are really helpful with your hyperfixations.

“What the bitch wanted?” You roll your eyes at the name that she used for Kate.

“Be nice. She asked me if I could pick her things up from Val, she left some clothes in her godless danger zone cave.” You answer by not taking your eyes off your phone, already looking for the bus and metro schedule.

“Oh, that should be fun.” Maria goes around the kitchen island and leans her back on it, right next to where you sit. You found that about her pretty early, how flirty and cocky she is, once she feels comfortable with someone. It takes a while, but once she gets to know you, you would never say that she was shy at first. She is touchy, her love language always makes her try to be close to all of you. Some people find it confusing, but you learn at some point. Her smugness it's a part of your daily life and you enjoy the entertainment.

“Yeah.. you are not going.” You get off the stool and start walking into your room to grab your bag. Your backpack is something you can’t leave the house without, you have a lot of useful things in it, which some of your friends find weird. There was always this sense of journey in you, or maybe running away actually, but this feeling made you always prepare to leave. Your backpack is always ready to help you survive if there is a need for you to.. well you aren’t sure what, but whatever that feeling means, you want to be ready. You have first aid there, a knife, dry pack meals which are not the worst and saved you a couple of times, along with unused metro and bus tickets, just in case and some rope. Sounds like a serial killer pack but all of the things were useful more times than you thought they would.

You put your shoes on, take your hat and dark jacket off the hook, and as you leave the apartment Maria comes running out of her room.

“Maria you’re not going.”

“Shut up, we have a bus in 10 minutes, come on.” She put her vintage 90s style jacket on and went out leaving you to close the door. She also learned a lot about you, and how discussing anything with you and trying to convince you of something is usually a waste of time. You respect that and her, the way she talks to you makes you feel safe with her, you know what to expect, there are no games, no double meaning under any words, no malice or anger behind anything. She lays things on the table and you feel safe with honesty. You don't fight her, you close the heavy door, almost tripping over the shoes again on your way out and follow Maria to the bus stop.

Drive took both of you not more then 20 minutes, Valkyrie lives in one of her friends houses from what you know. There have been a couple of times when you were picking Kate up from there but you never went in, for Val it was an issue itself that you are even in the neighborhood. From what you noticed from the outside there is a flag in the window, which is a red flag itself, cigarette buds pretending to be flowers in the garden and broken mailbox in front. Overall a very welcoming environment. You come up to her door and knock hard on the surface, trying to make sure she will hear you over the loud techno music. You feel nauseous, and you know that will not be an easy pick up, but you would do everything for Kate, even put yourself in dangerous situations so she doesn't have to. You hear screaming coming from the inside, someone yelling over music to open the door. Maria is right behind you, she grabs the right part of your open jacket, which is exactly why you didn't want to bring her with you. In situations like that it's hard enough for you to make sure you are going to be okay, and as sad as it is, anyone coming with you as a support is just an additional responsibility to you. Doors open with unnecessary force. In front of you there is Valkyrie, drunk out of her mind, in the middle of the week, before noon. To be honest if someone would ask you to describe her that's exactly what you would say.

“The fuck you want?” Off to a great start.

“Don't make it harder for yourself, give me Kate’s things back and we will be out of here.” She scoffs at you and spits on the ground. That's a comedy behavior and if you wouldn't fear things escalating because of Maria, you would already have a good laugh. Val comes out of the doorway and invades your personal space, trying to dominate you as she is always tired when you meet with her. It was an interesting battle and you were enjoying playing this game with her, till one day when you overheard how much unnecessary shit Kate had to hear from Val after that. She was always jealous of how close you were to Kate, and since that day you tried to be … less with Kate, when her girlfriend was around. You can smell the horrible alcoholic odor coming from Val, since Kate broke up with her it seems like she fell even lower, you didn't think it was possible. You stand your ground not letting any fear get to you, but Maria takes two steps back, not really enjoying the fact that she had to let go of you.

“Tell this slut-'' keep your cool yn, don't kill her, you promised Kate to be as civil as you can “-that if she wants anything back, she needs to come for it herself. I will make sure that she will have a really nice time with me, time she will remember for a long time.Whore likes it rough, but you should know something about it right Yn?” Valkyrie pushes you to the ground taking you off guard and she closes the door behind her, laughing. You get up and straighten your clothes, you can feel your facade breaking, almost as you can hear the sounds of cracks in your patience.You can feel your heart beating in every single vain, your teeth are clenched together, tha same as your fists. You never felt so angry in your life, at least you don't think you did. You never felt so angry at someone and yourself, that you let this relationship go for so long, you recall all those moments when you thought that Kate was silently screaming for help, and you weren't listening. At least this, now, in this moment, you can and will make it right. Maria comes up to you and touches your shoulder bringing you back out of your head.

“Yn-” she grabs your clenched hand “-your knuckles are white.” That's just a second of making a decision, at this moment you knew what it's going to take to make this end, to set Kate free, and you were ready for it the moment you left your apartment.

“They’re about to get red.” The force of opening and shutting doors behind you makes Maria jump. She stands outside wondering if she should follow after you, she hears the music abruptly stop and then shouting. She takes two steps towards the door and as she is about to put her hand on the cold handle she hears the sounds of fighting, something breaks, sounds of glass shattering hurt her ears. Her eyes get teary and she doesn't know what to do. She won't be able to physically help you, and she knows for sure Val wasn't alone in the house. She stands in the yard and takes out her phone, trying to pick up Pepper's number with shaking hands. She immediately picks her eyes up at the door at the squeaky sound of opening. You come out and really slowly close the door behind you, one hand on the handle and second one holding a bag. Contrast between you entering and exiting the house is making Maria question if the first one even happened. The first thing your friend notices is that your knuckles are actually red, but so is your face and your shirt. She comes to you really fast trying to take a better look at your face.

“Jesus Christ Yn! Are you okay?” She lifts her hand and you grab her wrist stopping her. You lift your head up, letting her take a good look at you.

“Let’s go, we are walking home.” She doesn't question you, she just grabs the bag from your hand. Maria doesn't comment on your busted upper lip, or greenish bruise appearing under your left eye, or the cut on your right eyebrow that drowns your vision with blood, or even the way you hold your ribcage. She listens to you, but at the same time being so worried about the state you are in she texts Pepper what happened, hoping that she will know what to do and how to help you. You are irritated with your clothes getting dirty and splitting one of your knuckles open. You don't feel pain, you feel satisfaction that you finally got something done, that you finally stood up for someone you love, adrenaline still kicking in keeping you painless, it's a good feeling, probably too good, but that's something you will worry about later.

On your way home Maria got information from Pepper to just bring you back and everything will be taken care of. You two are one street away from your apartment complex and both of you recognise Peppers car standing on the street. Not really feeling like talking, you tell Maria that you will just head upstairs and take a bath, maybe try to get rid of this already dried out blood from your face.

“Yn, you look like hell.” You are highly aware of that and Pepper’s comment is really unnecessary.

“Kate finished her job earlier today. I picked her up. I was planning on picking up Maria too and taking those beautiful girls somewhere out to eat.”

“Cool, have a nice time.” You can’t tell if that was addressed to you or Maria, or if Pepper was asking your permission, but your face hurts and you just want to go upstairs.

“I'm sorry I can’t leave Yn alone.”

“Yes you can. Go have fun.” You send Maria a smile forgetting how painful it is for you right now to use any face muscles.

“But-”

“Precious, Yn is right, also I don't think that she wants Kate to see her this way, am I right?”

“Very, I’ll be okay, have fun.” You give your friend a short hug and leave with Kate's bag. Pepper’s comment is right, you wouldn’t want any of your friends to see you this way, that's why you didn't want Maria to go with you in the first place, but you can't help feeling slightly hurt by that. Maybe it’s better for you to be left alone right now, coming up the stairs you worry about Darcy's reaction, she will for sure yell at you for being reckless.

You enter the apartment and set Kate’s bag in the washroom to immediately wash everything that it contains. You walk around the apartment only to find out that you are alone.

“Well, for the better i guess.” Talking to yourself is a normal thing, saying out loud a plan for the day, concerns or just letting your thoughts flow outside, airing out your head is something you enjoy with your loneliness. You are happy to be alone, nobody will see you being hurt, nobody will worry, take care of you or freak out at Val. You don't need that, just you and your solitude is enough.

You go to the bathroom and start undressing, a big mirror on the side wall allows you to see all of your injuries. Bruise is purple by now, and your face is covered in red, you are not surprised that Pepper had this disgusted look on her face. You slowly take your shirt off along with your bra, and just then you can see how dark is your right rib cage. Valkyrie took advantage of this one movement when you stumbled on something and fell in her house. She managed to deliver one kick onto your chest,at least you turned to the side in time and swept her off her feet. You would be happy to say that she looks worse than you, but you can’t, you promised Kate, so you protected yourself just as necessary. It doesn't matter how much you want to see her in pain, suffering for everything she has done. Val didn't have an easy life, but that doesnt give her a right to ruin others.

You decided on taking a warm shower and then getting some numbing ointment along with some food into your system. You are not sure if you had breakfast today, and your stomach is starting to hurt. You leave the foggy bathroom, covered in your towel and go straight into the kitchen. You start looking through the cabinets for a first aid box you have in the apartment, unaware of someone sitting in the living room.

“Need help Yn?” You jump at the sound of Natashas voice and a box with medicine falls to the ground spilling everything out. You hang your head low, without even turning around to make sure your towel stays secured around your chest and take two deep breaths. You hear Nat and Wanda get up and move closer to you. You turn around and to their surprise you are in much worse condition than they imagined when Pepper called them. Your face swells a little bit around your one eye, blood luckily only slowly going out of your lips and brow, but you have to still make sure to wipe it once in a while. Wanda covers her mouth with a shocked expression on her face, while Natasha looks just.. angry, but you can't tell if thats because of how you look or if that's just her face, to be fair she is always kind of angry. You don't have energy to play their game, to discuss, talk, talking hurts, you want them gone.

“Pepper called us.” Ah that explains it.

“Great, she is not here. I'll Let you know when she will come back.” You don't even try to pick up the box, you leave the kitchen and go to your room, aware of your half naked situation. You need to put some sweats on, and take care of yourself. It takes you just a couple of minutes and you are hoping that they are gone by now. You are going back into the kitchen and to your surprise they are sitting by the island, drinking tea and right next to them there is a third mug, yours green one.

“Yn, how are you feeling?” Wanda is concerned but you don't own her nothing, so you stay silent.

“Look-” she gets up from her seat to approach you by the fridge, you need to eat something.

“-I know you are not really fond of us-” You scoff at that under your nose, and you regret it immediately, when sharp pain goes straight into your head. Adrenaline is gone and you can feel everything now. You grab the side of your head trying to keep it at bay. “-but we want to help… let us help.” You think about it, you are tired but in too much pain to go to sleep. They picked the medicine up but you still have to look through it to find the right kind and ointment. Even thinking hurts now.

“Yn, can you please sit down?” Natasha’s voice is soft, you never hear her speak in this way, maybe once, just once when at Carol's party you caught one moment when Natasha and Wanda were alone. The way they were with each other, spoke to each other, praised each other, this is the voice Natasha used. You are not really sure what's the reason, maybe you are too tired for that right now, but you listen. You drag yourself into the living room and sit down slowly on the couch. Natasha is immediately next to you with a cup of tea and Wanda on the other side holding painkillers, a sandwich and numbing ointment, almost like they read your mind.

“Darcy told us what you might need, she called and also asked us to apologize that she is not here. Carol took her on a business trip and she will be back in two days.” You nod at the information, warming up because of the tea or maybe the fact that wherever Darcy is she has your back.

You take your painkillers, eat a surprisingly good sandwich and the last thing you need to do is use the ointment.

“Thank you for your help.” You make a move to take it from Wanda's hand but she moves it out of your reach.

“Let me.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Just no. Leave it okay?” You try to grab it again and in that moment Natasha puts her hand on the side of your body, just to try and get your attention, talk you out of being so stubborn, but she doesn't know about your ribcage. The moment her palm lands on your shirt, the sharp pain follows through your whole body, you scream a little not being able to contain your reaction in time. They both look scared while you bend down in half, trying to breathe normally and stop crying. You can’t hold it in, you try by biting your lip, which reminds you that it's still bleeding and the bite really didn't help. You get up, out of their reach, you stand in front of them, looking and feeling like a mess.

“Please just… leave. I'm going to be okay, I’ll handle it, just give me that and leave.” You clench your jaw like your life depends on it. Your tears are mixing with the blood coming out of your lip. Wanda makes sure to stand up slowly, treating you like you are about to break down, crumble into pieces and nothing makes you more pissed than this pity look in her eyes. She wants to say something, not really sure what, but her wife is faster.

“Lift up your shirt.”

“Pervert.”

“Yn.. this-” she points at you and moves her hand around “- all of this,as much as it's cute and admirable, it's pissing me off. You really think this is just about you?” You want to argue back, make your statement, not back down, you are just not sure if you have enough energy for that.

“No Yn, it's not. What do you think Kate will feel, after seeing her friend suffer because of her. And yes I know she didn't do it, but you fought for her, you really think she wont feel responsible for that?” You stay silent, feeling like a kid being scolded, you feel your chin getting wet with blood and tears. Your ribcage still hurts and makes it hard for you to breathe. You are ready for Natasha to start screaming at you, but she just let her wife take over.

“I'm going to lift your shirt up okay?” You don't fight them, you let her. She slowly lifts up your right side of the shirt revealing dark purple and pink bruises, covering at least three or four of your ribs.

“Oh..yn.” You look at Wanda and you see one tear falling down her cheek. You cover yourself up fast and take two steps back to put some distance between you two.

“Satisfied?” Natasha looks sad, and disappointed. You can't read them and that's the most frustrating thing for you.

“We have a personal doctor, she works for us and has a monthly payment, doesn't matter if she works or not. I called her and she will be here in thirty minutes. Will you please let her take a look at your ribs and face? I promise it won’t cost us anything” She is actually waiting for your answer, you look between them. Wanda with the ointment in her hands holding it so tightly, Natasha with a phone in her hand and this terribly worried look on her face. Another sharp pain goes straight into your head, you bend down to try and not react too much to it, but they can see.

“Yes…I…yes, please.” Natasha nods at you and you leave the room, uncomfortable with the situation, you decide to wait for the doctor in your bedroom.

It takes 40 minutes for the doctor to get to the apartment. At this point you took two more painkillers you had in your room, and you tried to just lie down in a way that hurts the least. You didn't check on Nat or Wanda, they can take care of themselves and as much as you would like to care even a little, the state you are in is hard to do so. Kate and Maria called you to check up on you. Of course Maria told everybody everything. You managed to pull some strength out of yourself to sound well, like you are doing okay ish at least. Seems like they bought it, you don't need them to worry more then they do already. Wanda came to your room to ask if the doctor could come in, you thought she would try to stay with the both of you but fortunately she left and gave you some space. Doctor said that it would be good to do xr-ay of your ribs but they don't seem broken, just really bruised. She stitched your eyebrow and said that your lip will heal on itself, you are relieved that you don't have to go to the hospital, that would probably ruin you financially.

After the meeting with the doctor you walk her out of the apartment making sure she wouldn't start talking about your state with Wanda and Natasha. Apologizing for the mess at the entrance you thank her and close the door behind her, wishing her a nice rest of her day. You are facing two issues now. First you need to get rid of both women from your apartment and get ready for your shift at the bar. You are not really sure how you will manage, but you have to somehow. You feel presence behind you and you are not ready for questioning, you are not ready for anything right now.

“What did she say?” Natasha is holding Wanda's hand tightly, trying to calm her down a bit.

“I'm healthy as a horse.” She just rolls your eyes and that somehow makes you feel bad.

“I'm sorry, first I really appreciate your help with all that, it means a lot. She said that I should be okay with my ribs, she stitched my eyebrow and lips should heal on their own.” Wanda reaches out with her hand. Very lightly she touches the area around your eyebrow, soft palm is feeling cold on your heated face. You don't know why but you let her get a closer look at your face, Natasha grabs your chin and picks it up slowly to take a better look at your lip. As she lets go her thumb touches the corner of your lips, and you feel her touch linger there even after her hands return to her side. It's hard to explain what's happening with you, pain mixing with the feeling of comfort, hurt mixing with soft touches, that's too much for today, or for the whole month, it's hard to tell, but you start crying out of nowhere. Silent tears escaping through closed eyelids, too afraid of what your eyes might be saying right now. You feel Wanda's hand touch the side of your head, lightly playing with your hair. Normally you would find it awkward. Silently standing at the entrance of the house, nobody is speaking, your eyes are closed and your fist clenched. You feel yourself lean your head in the direction of Wanda’s hand. The sound of your phone ringing brakes whatever was just happening between all of you and you open your eyes, looking scared and embarrassed.

“I need to pick it up. I'm sorry.” They follow after you into the living room. You look at your phone and the caller id makes your body shiver.

“What?” You start pacing around, you feel the eyes of both women follow your moves and you are making sure to stay extra careful with how you speak.

“No…Yes, at the end of the week.” You look at them sitting at the kitchen island, not even pretending that they are not listening.

“That's too much… I need to pay for school this month…No…Well, fuck you back… Listen, you take this or nothing at all, goodbye.” You hang up your phone and grab the side of your head, feeling the pain creeping up your lower back, coming from the tips of your fingers that hold the phone, through your spine into the top of your head. It's sharp but a little less after numbing yourself with pills. Your phone rings again and you are not having it today.

“WHAT?!” You regret not looking at your phone this time. “Shit, Steve, I'm sorry. Yeah my shift starts at six.” That makes Natasha stand up

from her chair. She is looking at you as you just said the dumbest thing she ever heard. “Yeah I understand but you know, Darcy can be dramatic. It’s not that bad… No! Listen, I need the money, okay? Don't ask Bucky, I'll be there.” He starts arguing, telling you how dangerous it can be for you, telling you that you might have concussion, or just some head trauma, that he can lend you the money for the day, he is really trying to keep you off of work. As you are about to talk back to him, Natasha takes your phone from your hand and tells Steve that you will call him back in a second. The audacity.

“You are an adult Yn, right? Then let's talk like adults.” That will be an interesting conversation. You are taking it into the living room, following Natasha with Wanda closing behind you. You sit down on the couch and they give you your mug filled with warmed up tea. It's even your favorite of the month, chamomile.Something about the smell and taste of it makes you feel calmer. You wait for one of them to start, not really knowing what they are even doing here at this point, you feel ashamed about how much you let them get close to you, maybe a little bit sick even, or maybe it's just because of your head.

“You should sue her, the girl that did this to you.” It's not a question and surprisingly it's coming from Wanda.

“No.” You know it might not make any sense to them but you have your reasons.

“I don't understand you Yn. Why? She hurt you, she did something horrible to your friend, why are you even trying to protect her.”

“I'm not protecting her.”

“You are, and you are putting Kate in danger because of it.” That makes you shut up and listen. For once you let them continue, really taking in what they are saying. The feeling of your throat closing up makes you feel like a kid again and you don't like it.

“You really think that she will be noble and won’t try to get you back, or Kate. If she would want to hurt you she has at least 3 ways of doing that.” You just look at her not really understanding what she means by that.

“Kate, Maria and Darcy. They are your soft spot Yn, you would always protect them or die trying. But sometimes you are fighting with somebody bigger than you, something bigger. How will you protect them if you are at work all the time, how will you protect Kate when she finishes her work at midnight and you are not with her. And even if you would pick her up everyday, you can't be at 3 places at the same time. You need help and we can provide it.”

“The question is will you let us?” They are looking at you in a way it's hard to describe.You feel the care they try to give but you can help but follow your thoughts and your gut feeling about the “why” of their intentions. What's in it for them? The thought of your friends getting hurt is crashing for you. It feels like the ceiling is slamming onto your chest making you unable to breathe. You hate feeling hopeless but you are not stupid, you can admit when your power or control over the situation goes thin with how serious things got. You need them and that is the worst thing that can happen to you. Needing somebody gives them control over you, your life, your decisions and it's just a matter of time when they will use it against you. You don't know when, but there will be this one moment, when one of them will cross your boundaries because you own them. They helped you, they were good and nice so it means that there is invisible space to hurt you, to make it even. You just need to trust yourself that you will be able to handle it when it comes, because it will, it always does. People prove you right, but you don't have a choice.

“I just want her out and far, can you do that? Can you help?” It comes out through your clenched teeth.

“We can” Natasha seems proud of herself, the sickening smirk on her face makes you believe that she is happy about this whole situation.

“How much will it cost me?” Everything has a price and you want to know it before you will agree on anything. Wanda tries to comfort you but you won’t fall for that.

“Yn you don't have to pay us anything.”

“I can't not pay, tell me how much.”

“Dinner, you said that it feels like work on our date. You own us dinner. “ Natasha states and you take a second weighing your options.

“Okay, deal. I'm gonna buy you dinner.” The idea is not your favorite but you are grateful for the opportunity to pay them back somehow, maybe it will lower down the feeling of guilt you have about them helping you.

“No,no. You're gonna cook us dinner, at our house, we have an amazing kitchen, wanda will gladly help you, she has amazing taste. right honey?” If Nat is trying to contain her excitement about having the upper hand she is not doing a very good job.

“Oh yes, we do.” Wanda answers by not taking her eyes off of you, especially your lips. You don’t know if she is trying to flirt with you or is looking at your cut, that's still bleeding a little, you feel the iron taste every time you run your tongue on it.

“Okay.” This is too important and you know it. Sometimes we have to admit when we lose, today you feel that way.

Next twenty minutes you spend on walking through the whole process of getting a restraining order against Valkyrie. It takes a lot of talking and paperwork but Wanda is amazing at her job so winning the case should be a matter of a couple weeks. You maily want it for Kate and your friends, you would rather not be on any record but Wanda is really stubborn about it, so you agree. After explaining and taking all the notes they have to take pictures of your injuries.You don;t want them to see you half naked but you understand the necessity of it. You ask Wanda to be the one taking the pictures, there is something about Natasha tak that makes you feel a little unsafe, you can't put your finger on it but it's there, and as hurt as she looks she doesn't argue. Evening came fast, it's getting dark pretty early at this time of year, so you made tea for all of you, as a small thank you towards two older women, that showed you a lot of kindness. You are all sitting in comfortable silence, they made you call off work which you understand, also Steve texted you he will kill you if you would come. You can feel their stare on you but you don't address it, keeping your eyes down on your green mug. The next thing that Wanda says takes you a bit off guard.

“I know you are scared, Yn... but you are doing just fine.”

“It doesn't feel that way.” You didn't catch yourself in time, you don't know where it's coming from but you feel yourself opening up.

“You are doing just fine.” Natasha joins in, your shoulders visibly stiff, mug in your hands lightly burn your palms with warmness but you can't let it go. You feel yourself slipping in some way, into the deeper part that is usually kept at bay, out of everybody, out of the outside world, inside of you, reminding you that it exists as clenched fists or stomach ache. You make yourself into a vessel that can only hold that much, each night in some controlling way you let go of some pain, stress or any hard emotions that are filling you up. Today you didn't get much time by yourself and it seems like you're overflowing, and you hate yourself for the stains you make with your sadness.

“It doesn't feel fine... why doesn't it feel fine?” It's funny how you think anyone can have an answer to that, even more, people that know nothing about you. You hate how pathetic you sound.

“It seems like everybody is making you reach unreachable standards, they expected too much so now you don't allow yourself any rest because you feel like you need to reach higher. But you are doing just fine, sugar. What you did today was heroic, maybe a little dumb, but you did it out of love and that was admirable” To your surprise what Natasha says actually makes some sense, and you feel it in your work, in your devotion to your friends, or in the ways you try to handle your struggles.

“It's true.. I think it's true.” You take your eyes from your mug and stare directly at Natasha, to make sure that the things you say flow through every single part of her, to see in her eyes that she actually understands. You swallow the pain, with the lump in your throat and as you reach for the raw part of you, knowing that you will regret it tomorrow you show both of them more true than before part of yourself .

“It is true Tasha.. and it changes nothing.” Your tone was the one ending this conversation. You see by Wanda's face that she wants to argue, tell you that you are just wrong, so, so wrong about this, but her wife grabs her hand and squeezes it two times with a light smile on her face. You stand up and put your mug into the sink. You move towards your room and they dont stop you. You hear them gather their stuff as you reach your door. You defeated them, proved one more time that nobody can save you from yourself. Good fucking job, be proud. You think to yourself while hearing the entrance door closing leaving you alone in an empty house. To be honest if you weren't stuck in your body you would do the same.

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Nix When He's Sick Headcannons

Lewis Nixon x Wife!Reader

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A/N: I'm really getting into headcannons now lol! this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

When you're sick:

In mid-September when the weather in New Jersey does it's cold one day and then warm the next. Needless to say, you get sick pretty easily.

When you can't get out of bed because your head is killing you, he'd close the curtains, go get you your favorite tea, and bring some painkillers for you.

He'd call out of work with no hesitation (perks of being the owner's son) and spend the day taking care of you.

You ask for a cold compress? You got it.

When your fever and congestion start, he'll gently place a hand on your forehead to check your temperature before covering you blanket after blanket until you're warm.

Literally becomes a mother hen: "Are you warm enough?" "Need anything?" "Do you want me to..."

He makes sure you're drinking fluids... "Here, drink this," he mutters after helping you sit upright and holding a bottle of water to your lips. (could you do it yourself? of course, but you knew he wanted to take care of you, so you let him.)

Dotes on you for everything. (he couldn't care less about himself, but when you're sick, he goes into a caretaker mode that always warms your heart, no matter how bad you're feeling.)

When you're struggling to fall asleep because you feel like death, he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you try to sleep. (he also runs his fingers through your hair like the angel he is)

He stays out of work for however long it takes for you to feel better again.

It's all he can do not to kiss you when you're sick:

"Can I have a kiss?" he asks.

"You'll get sick if you kiss me."

"That's okay," Lew shrugs. "I'll survive."

Then two days later...the sniffles start.

When he's sick:

I feel like Nix would act one of two ways: he'd either continue on like everything was fine (even if he's dying, leading you to drag him back to bed) or completely stay in bed wanting to be taken care of...there is no in-between.

Let's say he chose the first option:

The first thing you notice is his snores...Lew doesn't snore, so you know something's up right there. Then the next morning, when he gets up for work, you see his eyes have a sort of gloss over them (not from sleep either. even though he's a freaking deeeeeep sleeper)

You immediately ask him what's wrong, and he just brushes it off (cause he's a tough man, ya know? (affectionate eye roll)) He goes to work that day, and when he comes back, he's a hundred times worse.

He tries to go into his home office and work on some reports for the Nitration Works, but you don't hear the typewriter much over the sound of his coughs, sniffles, and sneezes.

You can't take it anymore and walk into his office to tell him to go to bed, but he's got his head in his hands, leaning on the tissue-covered desk with his elbows. You can see his red nose poking out and it tugs at your heart.

"Sweetheart, I know you're sick. Please come rest."

He sits up and you can see the exhaustion on his face. Going to say something, you cut him off...

"If I have to haul your sorry tail to bed just so you can get some rest, I will." (you knew he was going to come up with some excuse to keep working, so you shut it down before it could even start)

He's reluctant to stop working, but the second he gets comfortable and you've covered him with blankets, he falls straight asleep.

He doesn't wake up until much later, and you've already prepared his favorite soup and everything.

Seeing Lew so low breaks your heart, so you do everything in your power to help him feel better. You do, however, tease him about his bright red nose and kiss it when he starts to childishly pout (it's the cutest thing ever).

You don't want to leave him alone (because there's no telling what he'd do without you watching him), so you call Dick and ask if he can bring you some cough syrup for Lew.

He does, and the second you hold the spoon up to Nix's lips, he groans, his face grimacing.

"Stop whining and take the medicine, Lew." you laugh, helping him sit up.

"It's disgusting."

"I know, hon, but it'll make you feel better."

Loves being doted on, but will NEVER ADMIT IT.

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 5 months

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And All the Pieces Fall Right Into Place

I'll Write Your Name Chapter 2

Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader

3.7k words

Warnings: Language, adults drinking adult things, a smidge of slut-shaming, sexual references, immature adults, Roy being Roy

Holi Dani! I’m back in town. Let’s get together tonight! I miss you!

Under April’s watchful eye, I typed my text to Dani Rojas and hit send. I knew full well that the Greyhounds had a game; Keeley Jones had sent me their schedule, after all. Step one of the most insane idea in the world was officially in motion.

“Remember, you can’t seem too desperate,” April reminded me as we lounged in my living room. “We don’t want it to be obvious that you’re fishing for an invite. Just be really subtle, like ‘Oh you have a match? Wow I’ve never been to one.’ You know?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I know, I know.”

Bzz!

Dani’s quick response would have been surprising if it was anyone else; but Dani Rojas was the friendliest, most accommodating person I knew. Since we first met at a party for some tequila brand back in L.A., Dani and I immediately clicked. Our paths crossed frequently enough in London, and I considered him one of my favorite people in England. We bonded over our shared desire to find good pan dulce in London and how much we missed our big, crazy families when we were away. It wouldn’t be too hard to finagle an invitation to his game, right?

Aww chula, I wish! I’ve got a fútbol match tonight.

Just as I was crafting a text that would score me a ticket to Nelson Road, another message came in.

You should come!

“Well, shit,” I laughed, showing April my screen. “That was almost too easy.”

My assistant- sidekick and soulmate, I preferred to call her- chuckled and started typing on her own phone. “I’ll let Keeley and Lanie know that our mission is complete. And I’ll take care of getting your ticket. All you have to worry about now is looking hot and having a good meet-cute.” She paused, pursing her lips. “You and Kent… you two can flirt with each other, right?”

“The heck’s that supposed to mean?” I snorted as I texted Dani back, letting him know that I would love to go to his game.

She shrugged. “You two just didn’t seem to like each other very much.” Her matter-of-fact tone held no emotion. “You’re going to have to pull some Daniel Day-Lewis level acting for this to work.” April grinned at me. “I mean, your goal is to get an EGOT, right? Maybe your Oscar will be for acting.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as Dani texted me back, all excitement. “Well, just call me Meryl, because that’s how good my acting will have to be to get people to think I’m into someone like Roy Kent.”

April’s face softened. “You’ve gotta admit,” she said slowly, “he’s pretty cute.”

“Cute?” I rolled my eyes. “I mean, sure, I could see how he could be considered handsome by some people. I could totally see him with models and shit. But if you’re worried about me falling for the guy, don’t stress.” I slouched further into my couch. “No way in hell am I falling for Roy freaking Kent.”

Keeley grinned and showed her phone to Roy. “She got Dani to invite her!” she hissed to the manager as they ate lunch together in his office. “Everything’s going according to plan.”

“Yeah,” Roy muttered flatly as he poked at his food. “Great.”

What the fuck had he gotten himself into? He hated this kind of shit, the paparazzi and attention. And he hated her party-girl lifestyle, always out at clubs. And what the fuck were they supposed to talk about on the dates Keeley would surely make them go on? He liked football, hanging out with Phoebe, reading… What did she like? Flirting with scrawny rockstars? Stealing her best friend’s boyfriend (according to the tabloid he’d noticed at the store that morning)? Her Malibu Barbie Dreamhouse, or wherever it was she lived when she was in Los Angeles? And he was going to have to endure months of this. Fucking hell.

But it was for Keeley, he reminded himself as he watched the blonde munch happily on her salad. She’d asked him to do something, something she knew he’d hate, and he said ‘yes’ without complaint. That had to mean something, right? Surely that would earn him a few points with her, maybe even enough to forget about the whole ‘pick one’ shit he and Jamie had pulled. She’d definitely see how above and beyond Roy was willing to go for her and remember why she had loved him, wouldn’t she?

Besides, seeing him with an admittedly gorgeous popstar on his arm might even make Keeley a smidge jealous.

“It’s gonna work.” Keeley’s reassuring voice penetrated his thoughts. “I know it is. You wouldn’t believe who’s gotten away with this scheme. You know that actor from-”

I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Roy stood, frowning in the direction of the suddenly bolstering changing room. “What the fuck is that?”

Keeley grinned as she hopped up and followed his gaze to the sight of Jamie and Colin and a few other guys shaking their hips and singing along. “Your new girlfriend,” she whispered with a wink. “Come on, Roy, you know this one. It was only her big hit last summer.”

“Hmmph.” Yeah, he recognized the catchy tune that still seemed to always be on the radio all these months later; Phoebe’d made him play it about twenty times in the car just that week. But why the fuck was his team screeching it while they got ready for their afternoon training?

Jamie’s smile widened at the sight of Roy and Keeley. “Oi! Did ya hear Dani’s news?”

“What’s up?” Keeley asked, as if she didn’t know exactly what Jamie was about to say.

Sure enough, Jamie pointed in the direction of Colin’s little speaker, where the music was blasting from. “She’s comin’! To our game tonight!” He looked just about ready to do a cartwheel. “Apparently, she and Dani are buddies, and he invited her to watch us! Can you believe it?”

“You’re kidding!” Keeley gasped convincingly, smacking Jamie on the arm. “How the fuck did he never tell us they’re friends?” She glanced at Roy before turning back to Jamie. “D’you reckon he’ll get her to go out with you boys tonight? Or is she too famous for our little Greyhounds?”

Richard appeared over Jamie’s shoulder. “I hope so,” he sighed. “She recently broke up with her boyfriend.” He waggled his eyebrows. “She’ll be looking for a rebound, no?”

Roy rolled his eyes. Shit, was this going to be an even bigger distraction than he thought, he realized. For the millionth time since he stood in Keeley’s office and signed the NDA, Roy was regretting this decision. But when he saw the excitement shining in Keeley’s eyes as she watched the Greyhounds dance around, he couldn’t help the soft sigh he let out.

Fuck, he hoped it was worth it.

I took one last look in the mirror. Little jean skirt, black leather jacket, boots. April had assured me that the outfit was perfect: casual enough for a game, stylish enough for a night out with the team, hot enough to catch the attention of Roy Kent. Or at least, look like I’d caught the attention of Roy Kent.

The car ride to Nelson Road was quicker than I’d expected, and the walk to my seat was a blur of phones taking photos and my name gasped out of people’s mouths. I wondered if, with all the time I’d be spending at Nelson Road in the coming weeks, the reaction would die down. Or if, like Keeley Jones had implied towards the end of our first meeting, my presence would lead to a spike in attendance.

She seemed to be hoping for the latter, because she made sure my seat was very visible: right by the pitch, close to the Greyhounds’ dugout. Even if I wasn’t the biggest soccer fan, I had to admit it was exciting being so close to the field; I quickly snapped a few pictures to send to my family, who would appreciate the view much more than I ever could.

When the team came out, I joined in the enthusiastic cheers and screams, shouting Dani’s name loudly. His face lit up when he spotted me, and I saw him nudging his teammates and pointing in my direction. Keeley had warned me about their reactions; indeed, they were grabbing each other and making faces similar to the ones my nephew made when he saw Mickey Mouse on his first trip to Disneyland.

“Whistle!”

The two syllables slammed against my ears. There he was, no longer in the black leather jacket I’d met him in, but instead wearing a dark blue Greyhounds jacket. One of the players- Jamie Tartt, I remembered- started animatedly talking to a very bored-looking Roy Kent. With one of those eyerolls that I knew I’d have to get used to seeing, he turned in my direction.

Despite my initial instinct to roll my own eyes, I instead forced myself to hold his gaze for a moment. A horrified thought suddenly struck me: Could Roy Kent pull this off?

Then his mouth tugged upwards in the corner, forming an admittedly sexy little smirk. In return, I let my eyes wander down his figure, taking in the way his jacket hugged his muscular arms and the way his pants hugged thick thighs. Damn. If I hadn’t already met him, if I hadn’t already discovered what a cranky and irritable grouch Roy Kent was, I’d probably be attracted to his smug expression and athletic build. He wasn’t my usual type, but I couldn’t deny that he was, frankly, kind of gorgeous.

He gave me a curt nod of acknowledgement before turning back to his team and shouting at them, his sharp yell reminding me that I was here for a reason. Remembering Keeley’s instructions, I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of photos of the pitch, making sure to get Roy and the other Greyhounds in the frame. I quickly posted the picture to my social media and tagged Dani in it, as Keeley had suggested.

With the “official business” out of the way, I relaxed in my seat and prepared to at least appear to look like I was enjoying the game. Figuring that there were eyes and cameras pointed in my direction, I made myself steal several glances at Roy Kent; he must have been thinking the same thing, because more than once, he was already looking over at me.

Roy sighed when he looked over at the corner where most of the Richmond players were assembled, practically falling over themselves to get in a word with her.

It was a bit perplexing, honestly. These men were professional athletes. They regularly dated models and actresses. But this singer, this popstar, had them falling all over themselves trying to chat her up. Sure, Roy thought, her level of fame was pretty fucking impressive. She’d won a couple of Grammys, her songs were constantly on the radio, and he’d heard her latest tour was practically impossible to get tickets for. So maybe some of their fawning was justified.

He glanced at his phone, wishing he was at home in bed already. With a deep exhale, he made a beeline for Dani; the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could leave, he reasoned.

“Oi,” Roy grunted as he approached the striker. He nodded towards the swarm of players, doing his best to keep his trademark disinterested expression on his face. “You going to introduce me to your friend?”

Dani’s eyes sparkled knowingly. “You too, eh Coach?” He chuckled and clapped Roy on the shoulder. “Vámonos.”

Roy’s heart stuttered in his chest as he followed Dani to the corner of the club, where he saw, of all people, Jamie sitting close to the singer, murmuring something in her ear. She laughed at whatever he said and responded with a smile on her face. Her eyes flickered to Roy as he approached; was that… disappointment he saw?

If it was, it was only there for a fraction of a second. Just like on the pitch, her eyes trailed over his figure, a small smirk forming on her lips. If he didn’t know better, Roy would be intrigued by the boldness on her face, the uninhibited way she eyed him. In the back of his head, he couldn’t help feeling a bit smug when he saw the way Jamie’s brows furrowed as the striker looked back and forth between the two.

She kept her eyes on Roy as she stood up and stepped away from Jamie and the guys. She batted her lashes at Roy before turning to Dani, her eyebrows raised expectantly.

Shit, Roy thought. She’s good at this.

“Chula,” Dani said, smiling at his friend. “I want you to meet my coach, Roy.” He turned to Roy. “Coach, this is-”

Roy reached out and took her hand in his and shaking it slowly. “Only an idiot doesn’t know who you are,” he hummed, raising his eyebrows. “You caused quite a stir with my team, you know. You enjoy the match?”

She nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go. “I did. Sorry if I was a bit of a distraction.”

“I think you actually brought us luck.” Fucking hell, when was the last time Roy flirted like this? Was he doing it right? “You should come again sometime.”

Her smile widened as she tilted her head coyly. “Well, if that’s an invitation, maybe I will.”

Desperate to end this charade, Roy cleared his throat. “Have these fellas bought you a drink yet?” When she shook her head, he rolled his eyes playfully. “Fucking hell, guess I need to remind them what fucking manners look like.” With that, he placed his hand on her lower back and nodded towards the bar. “Come on, then.”

She winked at Dani and let Roy lead her to the bar, keeping that coy smile plastered on her face. Once they had ordered, she looked up at him, still smirking.

“Kent,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Watch your fucking hands.”

Sure enough, Roy realized that his hand was dangerously low, just above the curve of her ass. Shit.

Despite his embarrassment, Roy scoffed, although he did remove his hand. “You’re a natural at that flirting shit,” he all but sneered. “Then again, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of practice, with all your shaggy little rockstar pricks.”

Her eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second as the bartender slid over her drink. Still, she kept her expression neutral; to anyone watching them, she looked as though she was enjoying their conversation. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Her snarky tone contrasted with her sweet face. “Tell me more about the women who sell stories about your dick to the press and steal your watches?”

“Oi,” Roy growled as he picked his beer up off the bar. “That happened once, alright?”

“You mean it got into the papers once,” she grumbled, sipping her drink. She raised her eyebrows at him. “So, what’s the plan?”

Roy frowned. “Fuck d’you mean? We’re doing the fucking plan.”

She shook her head. “Like, are you going to ask me to dance? Are we taking off and going to a restaurant or some shit?” Roy avoided looking at the way her lips wrapped around her little straw as she sipped her drink. “Keeley said it’s up to us, just no going home together on the first night.” The little snort she gave would’ve been adorable coming from anyone else. “As if.”

“Well, I guess if we dance, we don’t have to fucking talk,” Roy muttered, doing his best to mirror her amiable expression; it was challenging, he realized, looking cheery while feeling irritated as hell. He downed the rest of his beer and practically slammed the empty bottle on the bar. “One song, alright? I don’t usually fucking dance.”

“Trust me,” she hummed, finishing the last of her drink. “For me, you’d make an exception.” Flashing what he assumed was her most winning smile, she took Roy’s hand and led him to the crowded dance floor.

On the dance floor, she pressed her body close to his, her movements teasing and natural. Everything about her- her hips, her smile, her eyes on his, the way her hands played with her hair flirtatiously- would have normally had Roy’s chest feeling tight with attraction.

She brought her lips to his ear, looking as though she was probably flirting with him. “I swear to God,” she hissed. “If you get a boner, I will fucking kill you.”

Yeah. Right.

Officially introduced? Check.

Flirted? Check.

Had a drink together? Check.

Danced? Check.

We’d gone through enough of the motions. There was no way I was going to spend more time with Kent than I had to; we’d be thrown together enough in the coming weeks once the “dating” began. Besides, Keeley had warned me that Roy didn’t like to stay out late anymore. He was probably even more ready to call it a night than I was.

Sure enough, after a couple of songs, he gave a small grunt and looked at his phone.

“Should get going,” he grumbled.

“Why?” I huffed, fluffing my hair. “Will you fall asleep right here on the dance floor soon?”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a real ball of fucking sunshine?”

“That’s an improvement from nightmare.” I exhaled and tugged at his jacket. “C’mere.”

Roy’s eyes widened. “Why?”

“So I can say goodnight, you idiot. Someone’s bound to take a photo of this.” Not waiting for an answer, I pulled his face close to mine and planted a small, lingering kiss on his cheek. His face was warm, a little itchy from his beard, and now carried a little red mark from my lipstick. I smiled up at him and released his jacket. “Goodnight, Roy Kent,” I hummed.

He cleared his throat and gave a curt nod. “Right. Goodnight, then.” He reached down and gave my hand a squeeze before turning and walking away, his movements stiff and almost robotic.

Fighting the urge to childishly wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, I returned to the corner where the Greyhounds were gathered. Dani’s face lit up when I slid into the booth next to him and stole a sip of his drink.

“Did you have fun dancing with Coach Kent, amor?” he asked, his voice dripping with teasing.

I smirked at my friend. “He was very nice,” I declared with a playful eyeroll.

“Roy doesn’t normally dance,” one of the players- Colin- informed me. “And he usually doesn’t stay out this late.” He waggled his eyebrows at me over his beer. “Wonder why he came out tonight.”

Putting on my best coy smile, I leaned forward. “What about when his girlfriend comes out with you all? Doesn’t he dance with her?”

Immediately, all the men at the table shook their heads. “Roy doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Isaac, their captain, clarified. “He actually hasn’t really dated anyone since….” He glanced around the table. “Well, since he broke up with his serious girlfriend, Keeley.”

“Keeley?” I echoed without thinking. “Keeley Jones?”

Dani’s smile widened. “Oh, how do you know Keeley?”

Shit.

“I don’t,” I lied. “But I’ve heard of her. We’ve got some mutual friends. She’s a model, right?”

Isaac nodded. “She’s moved into PR, actually. Runs her own firm, works with the club. She’s brilliant.”

“And once upon a time, she and Roy were our OTP,” Colin sighed dreamily. “But they’re good friends now. Them and Jamie and their weird little dynamic.”

“Jamie dated her too,” Dani explained. “Before her and Roy got together.”

I nodded, slowly piecing together the story. “Jamie dated her too?” I chuckled, wondering why I felt like I should have been told all this ahead of time. “Gosh, she has a type, doesn’t she? Dating two guys from the same team.” I put my hands up and quickly added, “Not that I have the right to judge. I dated bandmates once, did not turn out well for the band.”

The guys laughed good-naturedly. As I was about to feign interest and ask another question about Roy, Jamie Tartt approached, plopping down on my other side and setting down a drink in front of me, his arm behind me on the booth casually.

“Finally escaped from Grandad, eh?” he joked, eyes twinkling playfully.

Damn. Normally, his pretty-boy looks and admittedly annoying swagger would be exactly what I wanted, and we’d probably have a fun couple of weeks in each other’s beds. But I needed to stick to the plan; besides, wasn’t I done with guys like this?

Offering the athlete nothing but a polite smile, I turned back to Dani and took my friend’s hand. “It was fun watching you play today,” I hummed. “Think I could come again? Become a Greyhounds fan?”

“Yes!” Dani kissed my forehead. “Please, amor, come to more of our games.” He nudged me. “I’m sure Coach Kent would not mind one bit.”

Hoping my smile was shy rather than obviously fake, I giggled. “He did tell me I brought you all luck,” I said slowly. I batted my eyelashes at Dani. “Don’t suppose you could pass along my phone number to him? I’d love to know which game he’d like me to bring luck to.”

The table fell into a dead silence, all eyes wide and mouths agape. After the guys exchanged looks that could only be described as utterly shocked, Colin finally cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “are you asking Dani to give Roy your phone number?”

Feigning innocence, I nodded. “Sure,” I chirped. “Is that alright? You all said he’s single, so…” I shrugged and turned to Dani. “Unless you think it’s too weird, chulo?”

“No, no,” Dani assured me. “I can give him your number.” He tilted his head at me. “You… you liked Coach Kent, then?”

Nope. Not at all. Not one fucking bit.

“Sure,” I giggled, hating myself. “I mean, as much as I can like a man after one drink and a couple of dances.”

His smile lit up the entire club as he lifted his drink. “Well, then Coach Kent is a lucky man. I will give him your number tomorrow, how does that sound?”

I tapped my glass to Dani’s. “Sounds like a plan.”

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corrodedseraphine · 1 year

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have mercy on me | #1 mercy

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

chapter summary: When Chrissy breaks Eddie's heart you are the only one who saves him from drowning. Meanwhile, your dreams to feel what it's like to be much closer to him than you've had the chance to be before become reality. You are given a whole week in heaven, only to have it violently ripped from your hands later.

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song that I used here: Lewis Capaldi - Mercy

I don't promise it will be good, for real. I just had to find some way to deal with the low point I was in and something like this came out. It is possible that in this chapter everything happens too fast and chaotic.

When Eddie started dating Chrissy he was on cloud nine. The Hawkins High princess noticed the freak? After breaking up with Jason, she ran straight into Eddie who welcomed her with open arms. He felt as if he had just won the lottery, as if suddenly the Fourth of July celebrations had come much earlier and the sky was covered with a million beautiful colors. The breakup of the royal couple remained on the lips of all students for weeks, and rumors that someone had seen Chrissy somewhere with Eddie spread with the speed of light. For Chrissy, he was just a temporary escape from Jason. A way to annoy him after the breakup. For Eddie, she was a saint. The first love that completely blinded him, he lost himself mindlessly in her lovely voice, her flawlessly beautiful body, the sweet lies she whispered in his ear wanting to wrap him around her finger. He gave all of himself to her, believing that someday he would get the same in return. He waited patiently until she would one day be able to tell him those magical three words that he repeated to her over and over again. He tried to be patient when once again she said that those words were too important and she needed more time to get to them. So he waited. He waited for weeks, until weeks turned into months. Still not getting an answer, he told himself that everyone is different, that he shouldn't worry about it. So when, after a fourth month of waiting, he went to her house, when he knew she would be there alone, because for some reason she never wanted him to visit her when her family was home, he found her and Jason half naked on the couch his heart broke for the first time.

The fairy tale had come to an end. He returned to the reality that had brutally trampled his heart. Filled with despair, he returned to the trailer, where he suddenly began to realize what had actually been going on for the past time. The answers to all these doubts began to come up on their own, why she didn't want him to visit her when someone was home, why she didn't want to spend time with him at his house, why she kept avoiding getting to know Uncle Wayne, why she didn't come to any concerts...The truth was sometimes brutal, just like first love which mercilessly crushed not only his heart but also his self-confidence and self-esteem. The sadness that overwhelmed him was unbearable, he knew he couldn't cope with it alone, so his feet carried him on their own to where he always felt safe. Seeing his condition, you quickly let him inside, where all his walls collapsed. Curled up, he lay on your lap crying his eyes out as you gently stroked his hair wanting to bring any kind of comfort. Your heart suffered along with him. When you love someone you are not able to look indifferently at their pain. Despite the fact that from the very beginning you saw through Chrissy and her motives, you didn't say anything, not wanting to seem jealous. Everyone around you knew you had a crush on him, fortunately Eddie, always blinded by Chrissy's glow, suspected nothing. Could you have protected him from all this? If you had said what you were thinking earlier wouldn't he now be experiencing one of the many breakdowns that were yet to come? It didn't matter. It was already too late. Now all you could do was give him the support he needed, and that's what you were going to do. Over the following weeks you were by his side almost day by day, little by little leading him out of the bottom he was at. Little by little you brought back the light that was so lacking in his life. After less than a month, Eddie was smiling again. A vibrant Eddie came back with big dreams and the determination to make them come true. One of those steps was to win a contest that was held in a town near Hawkins in one of the most popular bars, which was called Soul. One of the judges was to be a music producer, who would provide the winner a music album contract. Corroded Coffin had a chance, and you decided to focus all your energy and attention on writing the best songs the world could hear, which involved hours and sleepless nights that you spent at Gareth's garage. Sometimes, however, you spent them with Eddie alone lying shoulder to shoulder on the floor of his trailer. These moments were much more meaningful than you might think. After Uncle Wayne would leave for work after hours of listening to your brainstorms and leave you completely alone in their small house the atmosphere changed. Eddie's heart sped up when he heard your laughter. He wanted to hear it more often. A shiver ran through his body when your fingers accidentally touched. He thought more and more about how he wished he could hold your hand whenever he got the chance. He remembered every moment when you hugged, in Chrissy's arms he never felt as safe as in yours. From her he had never felt the kind of affection that you conveyed to him with your every little touch. In her voice he never heard something strange that sounded like adoration in your tone. Was it possible that after all he had been through recently his heart was able to fall in love again? The same heart that, torn into tiny pieces, you gently took into your hands and with extreme patience stitched back together?

"I think... we're officially done, Eddie." you said, closing the notebook in which you wrote down the lyrics. From the very beginning, you helped the guys with song writing and from time to time performed with them as a second voice singing in the background for Eddie. "We are officially ready to crush the competition. First place is ours!" you shouted excitedly while hugging the notebook tightly to your chest.

"I can't believe it!" he replied equally excitedly and swiftly took you in his arms, feeling his warmth and satisfaction at how good a job you had done you felt like crying with happiness. "Thank you sweetheart, if it weren't for you I would probably be below the bottom by now." He kissed you on the forehead, and you moved slightly away from him so that you could look at him.

"You don't have to thank me Eddie, I'm always here for you whenever you need me." you said still smiling while looking into those beautiful chocolate button eyes. For a few seconds he kept his gaze on yours however after a moment it went a little lower straight to your lips. Feeling something completely new being born between you, you didn't dare move from your place. He was the first to move closer. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he brushed your lips with his own and your world swirled. It was the moment when everything else disappeared. Another brushing, which turned to slightly stronger over time until finally his hand landed on your cheek drawing you as close to him as possible. When you reciprocated it Eddie felt, for the first time in his life, what it was like when another person communicates feelings to someone else through a kiss. When you reciprocated the kiss Eddie felt, for the first time in his life, what it was like when another person communicates feelings to someone else through a kiss. What it was like to get that surge of energy from the other person, rather than only giving it. You paused the kiss to take a moment to breathe. A wide smile was painted on your face at the sight of which his whole chest was overcome with warmth. It was as if that smile contained a feeling of home filled with the warmth of the fireplace.

"I... really like you Eddie." you said quietly. Maybe it wasn't quite true because you had been sure for a long time that you were in love with him, but you didn't want to startle the moment with such a big word.

"And I really like you too y/n." he replied leaning in for another kiss, but you pushed back.

"Before this all goes too far... I just want to be sure that everything is over between you and Chrissy. I don't want to be a consolation prize, I don't want to be second choice..." you said uncertainly. The moment of silence between the two of you made panic begin to rise in you, seeing this he quickly began to speak further. "I understand this, And I can assure you…" he took your hand and pressed it to his heart. "I swear on my own heart that you are not a consolation prize nor a second choice. You are my lighthouse that in the midst of the storm helped me to return home safely."

That was all you needed to hear. Without waiting a moment longer, you threw yourself into his arms again and together, watching the sun rise over Hawkins, you waited for Uncle Wayne to return from work to immediately show off your finished songs. The old man was happy to see your excitement and, despite his fatigue, insisted that you absolutely had to play them for him, which you did with the help of Eddie's acoustic guitar. You wanted to remember this moment for the rest of your life, because it was one of the most beautiful moments. The sunrise not only announced a new day, but also the beginning. Filled with hope, you felt that this would be the beginning of something great.

The next week was like out of the most beautiful fairy tale in the world. You spent every moment possible together, when at lunch you sat next to each other his hand was still on your thigh and his thumb was stroking it through the material of your jeans. Walking down the corridor feeling your hands rubbing against each other not sure if you wanted that, he grabbed yours with his pinky finger. Sensing this your face immediately lit up with a smile and his knees softened. He still didn't get out of his awe at how different everything was from what he had with Chrissy. Or rather, what he didn't have. You didn't care what people would think when they saw you together, which is why you greeted him every day with a hug in front of the whole school. It wasn't new that you were present at the Hideout performances, you were always there, sometimes present on stage as well, but this time things were different. His view of love began to turn a hundred and eighty degrees, he began to notice everything that was missing the first time. During the week, he felt more loved than he had in all those months with her. A week. That's right, a week. That's exactly how long your happiness lasted. Going to school on Monday, you had no idea that this would be the day when a beautiful dream would turn into a nightmare. You didn't know that while you were spending the weekend with Robin preparing your outfit for the competition, he got a call from Chrissy asking for a meeting.

"Forgive me Eddie." she said when they met in the woods at an old picnic table. "Forgive me please." She had tears in her eyes as she grabbed his hand.

"I don't know Chrissy..." he whispered still having a million thoughts a minute in his head. Hearing her voice, which was once pure sweetness to him, he felt it slowly breaking.

"I am your first love, Eddie. First love is something extraordinary, remember? Remember how you said that first love is always worth fighting for if necessary?" she placed her hand on his cheek. "You won't regret it, darling, I promise that this time everything will be different."

Little did you know that her sweet lies once again took over his entire mind and he accepted her back. Chrissy was his first love and despite how wonderful he felt in your company he decided that if he had the chance he would try to rebuild that very first love. Once again blinded by promises, he believed that things would be different now. He believed that Chrissy would be able to give him the same as you did. If she promises it will be so, right?

"Eddie!" you shouted upon seeing him by his car. You already wanted to throw your arms around his neck as you always do, but he moved back with a quick motion.

"y/n we need to talk..." he said in a shaky voice. He didn't expect it to be so difficult. He felt like crying when he saw your terrified face. You weren't stupid. You knew what was about to happen.

Out of the blue, Chrissy appeared next to him. "Hi babe." she said smiling charmingly. Later, her gaze fixed on you. Confused you stood looking at him in disbelief.

"Y/n..." he began, extending his hand toward you. With the remnants of strength you had in you, you forced yourself to smile weakly.

"I am happy for you Eddie." you lied. You weren't happy at all. You felt like screaming, crying, smashing something. "It's fine, we can still be friends." you choked out and walked away. That day you didn't go to class. You spent the whole day at Family Video in the back room crying into Steve's shoulder, who could not calm you down in any way.

The following days were even worse. Pretending that everything was fine between you and Eddie was devastating you from the inside out. During breaks, you spent more time with Robin wanting to avoid hearing about how good he was after returning to Chrissy, but as far as you could see her behavior hadn't changed. She was still ashamed of who Eddie was. She was still unable to even grab his hand under the table at the cafeteria. To do so she would first have to sit by him yet she didn't dare to do that either.

The contest was fast approaching, which meant more rehearsals. More rehearsals meant more torture of being in Eddie's company and pretending. You felt like you were on the edge. You felt you were just one spark short of lighting a fire. A fire that broke out at one of the rehearsals a week before the show.

"Do you think we can write another song?" asked Eddie as he entered the garage.

"It depends what kind and about what." Gareth shrugged his shoulders. The rest of the band could sense all the negativity in the air but they didn't want to get into it, so they left it unsaid.

"I want to write a song for Chrissy, I was able to persuade her to come with us to the contest. Some kind of a love song could be fine." about first love." He didn't dare look at you when he said that. He had been looking at you less and less lately because the sight of your eyes reddened from crying kept him awake at night. He knew he had broken your heart and it hurt him mercilessly, every night he wondered if he had done the right thing, but he stubbornly stuck to the version that first love was worth every risk.

Hearing his words made you pale. You had the impression that your heart was made of glass and had just fallen on the floor, shattering into millions of tiny pieces that nothing would be able to pick up. The rest of the guys sent you worried glances, and immediately their gaze was followed by Eddie to see tears come to your eyes. It was over. The dam collapsed and with it flowed the first tear.

"Can we talk in private?" he asked. You nodded and walked out with him in front of the garage clutching your notebook tightly in your hand. "It's too hard for me y/n, I can't stand it," he said. HE is the one who can't bear something? Is it HIM who finds it difficult? Sadness was slowly starting to turn into something else entirely. Anger.

"What can't you stand Eddie? How happy you are with Chrissy?" you asked.

"What, no! I'm talking about you, about how I can't stand how heartbroken you are!"

"Can't stand the view or the fact that it's because of you?" your words were sharp. Sharp like a knife aimed straight at his heart. "How am I supposed to feel Eddie? You knew how I felt about you, and you lied to me. All that bullshit about the lighthouse? Like a fool I believed your every single word"

"I didn't lie!" he tried to defend himself. And he was telling the truth, but he couldn't explain that at that moment it really seemed to him that Chrissy no longer had a place in his heart.

"Then why did you come back to her? Why did you choose her after all this time? Are you really better off with her? Is she really so much better than me that you prefer her to break your heart once again instead of giving me a chance?"

Taken aback, he didn't know how to answer. When he thought of Chrissy the word first love kept popping up in his head. But despite that first was there still love? Was it really just sentiment?

"That's what I thought..." you laughed bitterly.

"She promised that everything will be different now, I have to try, y/n, please understand!"

"And is it different Eddie? Looking at you at school, I haven't noticed even the slightest change in her behavior!"

"I think...I think we should give ourselves a little more space, give ourselves time to think about a few things." he cut off the subject. He knew you were right, but he wasn't ready to admit it to you at that moment.

"Now I'm not even good enough anymore? You don't even want me in your life anymore? Not even as a fucking friend?" you thought he couldn't hurt you more, but you were wrong. You were so wrong, you felt like a fool, humiliated and rejected aside like an unwanted toy. "You swore to me! You promised that I wouldn't be a fucking consolation prize! That I wouldn't be a fucking second choice!" Although your vision was blurred with tears you saw how guilty he felt. You saw that your pain was also his pain, and the lack of a response from him brought you even further out of balance. "You want a love song, Eddie?" you asked and opened the notebook starting to tear the pages out of it. "Take them! Do what you want with them, because nothing of this matters anymore!"

"W-why?" He was shocked by your actions. He had never seen you in such a state in his life. He couldn't forgive himself that he was the one who brought you to this condition.

"Because I wrote them thinking about you, you fucking asshole!" you yelled. "You're right, we should take a break from each other. Forever. I don't want to know you. Good luck at the competition, I'm sure you'll do better without me." You threw the notebook at him with all your strength and walked away.

After that, you went straight towards Robin's house, not having the strength to struggle with all this alone. Lying on her bed surrounded by a pile of tissues you cried into the pillow and all your friend could do was to hug you. Nothing could ease your pain. You thought about the moments when it was Eddie lying on your lap crying like a baby. Now you knew perfectly well how he felt. Betrayed, rejected, cheated. The problem was that you pulled him above the surface, but he could not do the same for you. He could only hold your head under the water helping you to drown.

"What about the contest?" Robin asked when you had calmed down a bit.

"Nothing. I won't perform with them, I can't do it." you replied while sniffling.

"But it was your dream..." She looked at you with sad eyes.

"It was our dream, Robin. Now "we" doesn't exist anymore. And my dream for this moment is for this pain to be gone." another wave of tears flowed.

"Y/n, you can't give up so easily." she said hugging you tighter.

"Then what should I do? I've already told them I quit."

"You don't have to go back to them. Go there and perform by yourself."

"I left him my notebook. And I am not sure if I want it back."

"Then write a new song. You're great at it! Some say that a broken heart is the best inspiration for an artist!" she quickly got up and started walking around the room preparing everything she needed. After a moment, she sat down right next to you with a file of a paper and pens. "I will help you. I'll be by your side all the time."

Songwriting has always helped you during hard times, so you agreed. You knew that Robin wanted the best for you, so you took her advice.

Eddie hasn't spoken to you since you said you didn't want to know him. He couldn't get over the fact that he had lost you. Despite the fact that he got Chrissy back it was reaching him that he had lost something much more valuable. He realized this when he began to notice that the girl's behavior had not changed at all, despite her promises. She had promised him many things, and had also promised to go with him to the competition to cheer for them, but a few hours before she "suddenly" had to cancel it. The guilt was getting stronger and stronger and mixed with the pain he felt after you left was a poison devastating him more and more every second.

He was now sitting backstage biting his nails with nerves and looking around the room. He was surprised to see Steve and Robin who were sitting close to the stage. There was one empty seat between them. Were you there? A spark of hope sparked in him. If you came to the show it might mean he has a chance to talk to you. Maybe there was still a chance to win back a friend?

When the other vocalist was given a farewell with applause the presenter took the stage.

"We have only three performances left this evening, let us now welcome Corroded Coffin!" A burst of applause rang through the hall again. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, he ran onto the stage with the rest of the guys. Despite the fact that they gave their best and the performance turned out to be really good he didn't feel it at all. He felt an emptiness. He knew that one person was missing to fill it. That's why, even when he left the stage, he didn't take his eyes off the empty spot between your friends, hoping you would appear there.

"What a power! Now I wish I could put on an armor and for real go into battle with that fearsome dragon," laughed the leader as he returned to the stage. "Now, though, we're going to change the mood more than a little. Ladies and Gentleman, in front of you is Y/n Y/l/n with a song titled Mercy!"

Seeing you entering the stage he froze. Indeed you were there, but not to see their performance. You weren't there to cheer for them. You were there to give a message. To make it clear in a very expressive way what you were feeling, because you knew he would be listening to every word that will leave your lips on that stage.

In the spotlight, you looked like you were made for performing on stage. Mixed feelings swept over him, he knew it was at his own request, but he felt a sting in his heart when he thought about the fact that instead of returning to them you decided to perform alone.

For every second you been talking I've been trying to count the lines around your face 'Cause I don't know if I'll ever be this close again

I feel like I'm just wasting time Before you pull the trigger It's the drawing of the line It's my ghost you're gonna give up Got your made up mind It hurts to see you're alright When I'm not alright So if you're calling it a night

Please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, I'm falling apart Have mercy, my heart

Eddie had heard you sing many times, but he had never heard such emotion in your voice. He was used to duets with you, when your voices created perfect harmony and made a perfect match with each other. Now, the power you had singing this song alone would have knocked him off his feet if he hadn't been sitting down. He knew that you had written it yourself. He knew that every word was directed toward him. He recalled how you once lay in bed with him and with your fingers gently ran over his face. When he asked what you were doing with the giggle you replied that you were trying to memorize every possible detail. In your expression he saw admiration. Now he understood it. The very beginning of the song made him realize it.

I felt you slip away so slowly I lost my grip a little more each time we touched I've got no hope I guess I'll never get it back again

Felt like I was just wasting time Before you pulled the triggerIt's the drawing of the line It's my ghost you're going to give up Got your made up mindIt hurts to see you're alright When I'm not alright So if you're calling it a night

Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, I'm falling apart And I just don't know how we got So wrong, for so long Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, mercy my heart

He struggled to breathe listening to these words. Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart. He knew that the resonance of these words would haunt him for a very long time. Deep down, he also knew that he deserved it.

Somehow I can't let go But I know I've been holding on too long Somehow I can't let go But I know I've been holding on too long

Oh, oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, I'm falling apart And I just don't know how we got So wrong, for so long Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, mercy my heart Have mercy my heart

After you finished your performance, you left the stage and took a seat between Robin and Steve who excitedly praised your performance. The smile disappeared from your face when you saw Eddie watching you from across the room. You quickly averted your gaze and tried with all your might not to look in that direction until the very end, still feeling the weight of the chocolate eyes in which you were so much in love that it hurt. Unfortunately, love was often associated with pain, and the second definitely won out at that moment.

Unfortunately, neither you nor Corroded Coffin took first place. The truth was that you didn't feel too disappointed about it. You were satisfied with the very fact that you listened to Robin and performed there. You were also satisfied that Eddie heard the message of your song very clearly.

"Y/n! You were great, Holy shit!" shouted Gareth running up to you after the official end of the competition. "Jeff almost cried, that was crazy!" he hugged you.

"Thanks! And sorry Jeff," you hugged him back and then stroked the other boy's shoulder.

"Don't apologize, your performance was really... wow," he said.

"You guys were great too! I really thought you were going to win!"

"Maybe next time." he shrugged his shoulders.

Then Eddie joined them and the everything fell silent.

"You were amazing." he said. "Truly amazing."

"Thank you." Your tone was dry. Completely different from the one he was used to. All the warmth you were able to convey with it disappeared and was replaced by coldness. Or maybe even frostiness.

"Can we talk, please?" His gaze was pleading. He was ready to fall to his knees.

"We have nothing to talk about Eddie. I won't let you lie to me again." You said and walked away. Only on the way back you let all the emotion drain out of you. Tired of the pain you had felt for days, you begged in your soul for anything or anyone to have mercy on your heart and take all the sadness that surrounded you away.

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mlove44lh · 1 year

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Don’t hurt yourself

Chapter 1 - Intuition

Masterlist

Prologue

Warnings: Mention of possible cheating, mention of relationship neglect

Words: 2.372

“I tried to make a home out of you, but doors lead to trap doors, a stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet?

It's a cold day, the heater is on, and I’m wearing more layers than necessary, but I’m still getting goosebumps. I might even start chattering my teeth if I gave in to what I'm feeling. But I don't think it's just because of the cold, It's less than 8 degrees outside, but the heater is doing a good job here.

I haven't looked at her in a few minutes, I sit in the chair by the window, and the only view I have is the bustle of the city below me.

“The view of Monaco from this window is beautiful. It's a great location.” I remember that was the first thing I noticed when I stepped here for the first time five years ago.

“Y/n…” The woman stares at me while sitting in her armchair in the middle of the large room. “Why are you avoiding this matter?”

“I'm not avoiding it.” I still don't look at her.

“I think you are. You ran away from me as soon as I mentioned his name. And it's been 10 minutes that you don't even look at me.”

I take a deep breath before taking my stare off Monaco and back to her.

“What do you want me to say?”

“We don't need to talk about it. But every matter we start leads us back to him. Did you notice that?” I can barely look at her. Susan always calmed me down, and that's the reason I started doing the sessions with her. I always enjoyed our conversations. But not today, today I just want this to be over so I can get away from here.

“As it should, he is a very important part of my life.”

“Of course, he's your husband. He is the person quoted by you in every session of ours. But not in the last month.” She wears a friendly half smile, and her hands are resting on top of her crossed legs. She doesn't have her notebook today, which is unusual, but it doesn't bother me, I never like to see her taking notes regarding what I say here anyway.

“Y/n…”

Another 15 minutes and I'm out of here.

“What happened in the last month?”

Her voice comes out almost like I'm underwater. My thoughts are so loud that I can't focus on anything else. I need a few seconds to understand what she just asked me.

A humorless laugh seeps from my vocal cords.

Where could I start? For the part where he completely changed in such a short time? Of how overnight, Lewis was someone else? A cold person, who stopped calling, stopped with the flowers, with all the caress, with the dozens of “I love you” said every day? That I don't look like a wife anymore but more like a roommate? Or maybe I should talk about the times he came home at four in the morning and woke me up when he was almost inside me, desperate for some relief, desperate to release whatever God knows who put it in him? From the reclined car seat or the cheap feminine perfume impregnated in the seat belt. Which of these things should I open up and tell her about now? And how do I do that without feeling like an idiot, without the huge guilt monster that's inside of me creeping out again?

I shrug as I feel my throat burn with the painful memories of the last few weeks.

“Maybe I'm just too insecure. Or dramatic. Or both.” I don't talk to her anymore. My spoken words are more like external thoughts.

Susan doesn't say anything, she looks at me as she waits, and the silence makes me want to talk more and open up.

“He's in one of the worst moments of his career. There's too much going through his head, I know that. I can't freak out thinking he's having an affair just because he is distant, right? It doesn't make any sense. I can't be that cunt.”

“Do you think he's having an affair?”

“No. That's the point. He wouldn't do that. He's too good to do that.”

Susan shifts her position and leans towards me. Her gaze doesn't stray from mine for even a second.

“The real Lewis wouldn't do that or the Lewis you created in your head wouldn't do that?”

I look at her and the confusion is clear on my face.

“What?”

“Don't you think that maybe you put more into him than he gave you? That you created a version of him that doesn't really exist?” My heart is pounding like it's going to jump out of my chest at any second. I want to look away from her, but I can't. I need her to finish her reasoning. I don't want her to think I'm not ready to hear this, so I keep still as I wait for her to continue.

“You've always tended to romanticize things, which is understandable with everything you've been through. But maybe that led you to believe in some things that were almost not there while letting other important things pass right under your nose unnoticed.” Now it's my turn to lean to her. “You told me once that you always dreamed with a fairy tale, and that when he appeared, it showed you that it was all real, with butterflies in your stomach and vows of eternal love, everything as in your biggest dream. You fell head over heels in love with Lewis. So I ask you Y/n, which one wouldn't do that to you? The real Lewis or the one in your imagination?”

I try to assimilate what was said and play her words over and over in my head. For the first few seconds, it sounded almost like a joke, it was so ridiculous. But the tightness in my chest got bigger, and suddenly some things started to make sense.

“Think about it this week.” Susan gets up and walks slowly to the door.

That's the cue, my cue to get up, thank her for the session, and leave this room. But I can't move, I'm still sitting in the chair staring at the Buddha-shaped figurine that rests on her coffee table as if it's going to come to life and tell me what I need to do.

“Y/n.” I feel Susan's hand on my shoulder, and I come out of my trance. I turn to face her. “I didn't mean to say that what you live is a lie. But sometimes we do this kind of thing. We intensify what we feel and put a lot of feelings into things without even realizing it, so we can convince ourselves that something we really want is really happening. But that doesn't take away the shine and beauty of any of it. It doesn't take away the fact that everything you feel is real to you. For everything you tell me here, I'm sure you have a beautiful life with him, and that kind of thing doesn't go away. My job here is just to try to show you the things that are clear around you, what you're going to do with it, no one can tell you. Because no one would know how.”

I continue to look at the woman in front of me for some time. Trying to assimilate everything.

“We're done for today, okay? It was all very intense, and anything we talk about now won't have any effect anymore.” I nodded to her. “I'm going out to take a break, but you can take as long as you want here, Y/n. Take your time. Everything is fine.”

“Thank you.”

I watch Susan leave the room behind me, and as soon as the door slams, I'm back facing the city. I could stay here for hours, but I know I have to move and face what is waiting for me.

I don't even know how long I've been looking out the window, I'm only taken out of my trance when I hear the notification noise coming from my phone. I check the device quickly before getting up and grabbing my purse.

“I'm waiting for you down here ;)”

All the way to the outside of the big building, I feel weak, and numb as if my movements are being commanded by someone else. A thousand worries in my head, until my stare met his. Even though he is the biggest cause of all the chaos in my life at the moment, at the same time, he manages to remain my biggest font of calm.

“You didn't tell me you'd come to pick me up.” We are already very close to each other. There is no need for me to try to get closer because Lewis does not take a second to pull me closer to him.

Lewis join our lips in a quick kiss, and that shocked me. It's been a while since he last showed any interest.

“Where did that come from?”

“Can't I have missed my wife?” I feel uncertain, and I know it shows on my face, he barely looked at me in the morning, and now he acts this way. It is an unfair and single-player game. “I saw that you left your car in the garage, so I deduced that you could use a ride.”

We live two blocks away from here.

I've been walking back for five years now. It's almost like part of my therapy walking down the beach to get home on the way back.

I wish I didn't feel like something was very wrong, but I can't. After these last few days, everything he does sounds suspicious to me. And living that is like a living hell.

I push away any negative thoughts and smile at him. He seals our lips quickly before opening the passenger door. I settle back and take a deep breath before facing him again, who's now sitting next to me.

He's too good to do that.

Not a second after he turns on the car, Lewis takes his hand to my thigh and squeezes it lightly. I look at him who already has his gaze glued to mine. I can't help but smile at him. He let his hand rest on top of my thigh as he takes speed with the vehicle.

“Mercedes will organize a charity dinner on Saturday.”

“Cool. Here in Monaco?” I was already expecting something like that, another day without him, I guess.

“Yes. It will be the usual boredom with investors. But it would be nice if you came with me. Are you up for it?”

I look away from the street and look back at him. There he is, the man I've been looking tirelessly for the last few weeks. All of this is so confusing that suffocates me. Change so much in just a few hours, it's almost scary. But I decide to hold on to this moment and believe that I have my husband back.

“Sure.”

Lewis smiles before removing his hand from my grip and placing it on the steering wheel. I look away from Lewis when I notice the car pull to a stop. Only then do I realize we're at a gas station.

“I'm sorry, I need to fuel up. Otherwise, I don't think we're going to be able to get home.”

“No problem.”

“Do you need something?” He says while opening the door to get out of the car.

“No. I’m good. Thank you.”

He slams the car door, and I watch his figure make his way to the inside of the convenience store.

Maybe it was just a bad phase, and as usual, I tried my best to become something about myself. Thinking about it, everything could have a good explanation.

I'm an emotional person. I tend to overstate all my feelings, and almost always this leads to a bad place, which hurts me. As the masochist that I am.

I have no reason to imagine such a thing. Lewis wouldn't do that to me. I know who I married, and I also know that we've changed and grown together long enough that we can't do that to each other.

Maybe I was too over the top to think and doubt him and my trust in him. Maybe.

I try to turn on my phone screen, but the only thing that comes up is the low battery icon.

I open the glove compartment to look for the charger cable while still looking at the device in my hand, when pulling the white wire, I hear the metal falling on the floor, and only the low sound emitted is enough to make me worry. I close the glove compartment calmly before taking my hand to the floor to pick up the object.

I can identify what it is as soon as I pick up the small object. My stomach drops. I don't remember leaving any jewelry here. I bring the piece to my vision and stare at the small bracelet in my hand. A bracelet that isn't mine.

I snap out of orbit as I stare at the object. There's nothing else around me but me, this ridiculous bracelet, and my wedding ring burning on my ring finger.

No. No. No.

He's too good to do that.

He wouldn't do that to me.

The real Lewis wouldn't do that to me.

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mystinkylefttoe26 · 22 days

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Horror Movie-Neil Lewis

cw : ! perv!neil, kinda dumb-reader, non-con/dub-con, stepbrother!neil, cheating ?, sitting on lap

summary: your mom was freshly married and going on honeymoon vacation leaving you alone with your weird stepbrother Neil

„bye kids have fun !” your mom shouts happily while leaving with your stepdad.

your moms out the house and your left alone with your weird geek of a stepbrother

neil lewis

„great” you sigh as you turn around. „so you got any plans for today ?” neil asks you, „no what about you ?”

„neither, but i have an idea waht we can do lets watch a horror movie.“

„uh yeah sure“ you respond kinda unsure.

„you sure your not gonna be scared kid ?“ Neil asks raising a brow at you.

„no pff i’ll be fine“, „ok, you know what lets make a bet.“ Neil says „a bet ?“

„yeah, i bet your not gonna be able to handle it“. „oh ok, i bet your gonna be more scared than me”

„ok and if you or me wins we get to decide our reward.” you suggest already thinking about making him do your chores

„hmm, so i get to decide whatever kind of reward i want ?” Neil asks. „yeah”

Neil grinned already imagining his options — if he won, he could make you aka his cute step sister do basically anything he wanted.

you hopped on the sofa while neil inserted the dvd.

A couple minutes in and your already regretting it, the horror movie was wayy scarier than you imagined and also way bloodier.

Neil smirked sensing your discomfort.

15 minutes later and you couldn’t handle it anymore, at a particularly scary jumpscare you jumped on Neil burying your face in his chest.

„ey, you ok doll ?” „mhmm, just scared” you whispered having completely forgotten about the bet now.

„it’s okay,just stay close to me i’ll protect ya” Neil said while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pressing you even closer against him.

truthfully neil liked this he liked feeling like he was protecting you…almost like he was your boyfriend.

„your cute when your all scared like this” neil teased you. „shut up” you mumble.

"Were you that scared you needed to press your face in my chest ?" he continued teasing.

you simply nod shyly.

"Aww, did the scary movie get you all scared?" Neil teased, his tone dripping with mock sympathy as he spoke.

He was starting to enjoy this... a lot. The idea of his stepsister being so scared that she needed to cling to him felt... intoxicating.

"You know," he added, his tone now even more teasing. "You'd look even cuter if you pressed your face into my chest again during the next jump scare, you know that?"

and almost like he predicted, the next jump-scare had you hiding away again and pressing yourself against him again.

neil smirked as you pressed your face into his chest again. Yes... that was a cute reaction.

Neil was really starting to feel powerful here.

He had you right where he wanted you — scared, nervous, and clinging to him for comfort.

He couldn't help but think about how he could use this situation to his advantage.

"Oh my, so scared," he teased.

"You gotta get all close to me like that? Poor, scared stepsister..."

Neil smiled playfully, looking down at you.

"So scared, you gotta hide yourself from the big, scary movie?" he asked, still trying to make his voice sound playful.

„n-neil stop making fun of me” you pout while looking at him with big eyes.

"What? I'm not making fun of you," Neil said playfully.

He was tempted to lean in closer, but Instead, he just kept talking.

"It's adorable, really," he added, his tone still playful.

"You see a scary movie and immediately have to hide behind your stepbrother," he added.

"It's pretty cute."

"You're like a little kid," Neil continued teasingly.

"Aww, you're so innocent and scared. Don't worry, I'm here."

He smirked to himself. The idea that you were clinging to him for protection was a turning him on.

"I'll keep protecting you and making sure you're safe, okay? You don't need to freak out anymore."

„o-ok”

„you know what how about you stay close to me for the rest of the movje hm ?” neil suggested, while rubbing your arm up and down.

„ok that makes sense” you reply with a shaky voice.

„mhmm be a good girl for me”

The film was coming to its climax, the most intense part, and you were looking pretty miserable. your whole body was shaking now.

One particularly gruesome, bloody scene came up, and you started trembling even more.

"Still doing alright?" Neil asked casually, leaning in even closer to you. He couldn't help but savor this moment a little bit.

„You're handling this movie really well, considering how scared you were at the beginning," he added, grinning playfully.

„you're doing so good," Neil said playfully, his tone dripping with condescending mock sympathy.

He was enjoying watching you struggle.

"You're so brave for handling all this violence and gore!" he teased mockingly.

Neil could tell you were almost at your limit you were starting to shake even harder so close to just throwing your whole face directly into his chest — which, of course, was his plan all along.

you wanted to do it. you wanted to bury your face in his chest, to feel protected.

you were this close to snapping, and Neil was gonna keep this up for as long as humanly possible.

"Oh, you're so fearless!" he mocked.

you kept pressing youd body against his, getting closer and closer to him,desperate for comfort.

Neil started to wonder if you were consciously aware of what you were doing. Or if it was just an automatic response out of fear.

The ending of the movie was approaching quickly now. The last few minutes of the movie consisted of a pretty intense and bloody shootout.

you were clinging tightly to him you breathing getting quicker and shorter now.

Neils hands had moved down to your hips, just to make sure you stayed in place. He didn't want to give you an opportunity to move away from him in the last minutes.

„neil ?” you asked, truthfully feeling scared and uncomfortable now.

"Hmm?"

Neil was caught off guard by your voice.

He kept his demeanor casual, though. He didn't want to let you know how intense he felt in this situation.

"You okay?" he finally asked.

„no…uhm…can i call my boyfriend over ?”

Neil felt his mood change in an instant when he heard that.

"Your... boyfriend?"

He'd expected you to come up with an excuse to leave, but he hadn't predicted that one.

„yeah…”

"No. You can't."

Neil's voice shifted from playful to serious, and his expression was cold now.

"You're not doing that right now," he added.

„oh uhm…ok”

„You're staying here with me. Got it?" he asked sternly.

"This whole thing was your idea before, remember? You suggested watching a scary movie with me."

Neil was starting to sound more condescending now as he continued his stern tone.

"So you're stuck here. With me. You don't get to go anywhere."

„o-ok”

Neil paused for a moment, thinking about what to say next.

He could still feel the heat of your body pressed up against him.

He didn't want to let that go just yet.

"Good girl," he teased, his tone dripping with amusement.

"This is just how I thought it'd go down, anyways. You're scared, you need someone to comfort you. That someone isn't your 'boyfriend.' It's me."

„-your stepbrother”

"And I have to protect you from all the scary things in this movie. Even if... even if that means I have to hold you close to me," he added.

you nodded silently.

"Good girl. That's right. You're my good little stepsister, and you need your stepbrother to keep you safe."

Neil smiled to himself as he spoke. This situation was turning out pretty perfect for him.

you were so scared you were pressing right up against him.

"Now stay right next to me," he continued.

He kept a tight hold of you hips.

"I'm gonna have to keep holding you, just in case something scary happens and you start freaking out again," he added.

Neil kept eyeing you the whole time. Every time he glanced down at you, he made sure to keep his grip on your hips even tighter.

He could tell you felt it, too...

you could feel him pressing into you, his hands gripping your hips firmly.

Neil could tell that you were starting to feel self-conscious now. Starting to realize what was going on, what he was doing.

He was enjoying it.

„n-neil” you whisper

"What?"

Neil turned to look at you, his tone still stern.

He held gripped your hips even tighter.

„i dont think this is appropriate”

"Oh? Is that so?"

Neil turned his gaze completely onto you. He could tell you were getting uncomfortable now, which was exactly what he wanted.

He wanted you uncomfortable and powerless.

"Would you like me to let you go?" he asked, his tone becoming even more condescending.

„…yes” you try to move away but are quickly stopped

"Aww, are you trying to move away?"

Neil tightened his grip even further, pulling you back towards him.

"You're not going anywhere," he added.

Neil could tell you were starting to get frustrated now. clearly not liking the situation you were in.

But it just made the situation all the more fun for Neil. He liked knowing that he was making you uncomfortable.

"You're stuck here with me" he continued. "There's nothing you can do about it. I'm not letting you go."

"Just relax. Everything is fine," he added smugly

Neil couldn't help but grin — this was going so well for him.

you were stuck against him, and couldn't get away.

„uhm…neil..when is the movie going to..end ?”

"Just a few more minutes. Don't worry, it'll be over very soon," he continued.

"Until then, though... you're staying right here with me. No moving away. No calling your boyfriend either. Understood?"

„ok..” you mutter quietly.

"Good girl. Now be a good stepsis and relax. Stop panicking so much. This movie isn't even that bad."

Neil swiftly lifted you on to his lap wanting you even..closer.

„you know you’re really cute when your scared” he added rubbing over your back ,soothingly’.

"Oh, you're trembling like a little baby now? What's wrong? You're scared of movie violence, too? It's not even real — it's like you're 5 years old or something."

Neil's tone was slowly starting to get more condescending as he continues to harass you in this situation.

„neil i want to call my boyfriend dont wanna watch no more” you try to say sternly but end up with a shaky voice.

"No. You're not calling your boyfriend."

Neil's tone was still patronizing and condescending.

He knew what he was doing was pretty messed up, but he didn't really care.

"You're staying here with me."

„you know i still get my reward since i technically won the bet.”

„i guess so…”

„what would you want as a…reward ?”

„hmm, what would i want…” he asked himself

„something physical perhaps” „yeah” he continued talking to himself…

„i want a kiss…”

oh oh poor you little cute scared stepsister…

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#neil lewis #neil lewis x reader #perv!neil Lewis #Innocent!reade.#tw: non con #dub con #Stepbrother!Neil Lewis #cilian murphy #cilian Murphy x reader

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Sure it’s been said, but the real bread and butter of SpyXFamily imo is how Yor and Loid have polar opposite but equally batshit stupid and insane approaches to the whole “spies pretending to be a normal family” thing that lead to the same result of them functionally becoming their cover identities.

Loid has some weird denial complex from his life as a spy where he views everything he does as part of some kind of 5D mental chess game that he’s playing against some nebulous threat and approaches his cover identity accordingly, effectively being the “haha I was only pretending to be retarded” meme but with being a husband and father instead of internet trolling. Every interaction he has with his wife and daughter is accompanied by a machiavellian internal monologue about how this is all an elaborate scheme to further the mission. He could be taking Anya out for ice cream and be internally thinking “yes, now that I’ve given my daughter a delicious frozen treat, Westalis shall achieve ultimate victory!!!”. He could be dicking down Yor and he’d spend the entire time thinking about how his wife’s orgasm will bring about the fall of Ostania. He is so obsessed with being a fake husband that when he becomes a real husband, he just smirks and goes “all according to keikaku” while taking his family out to the zoo or helping Anya with her homework. And when the slightest problem for his family arises — like thinking Yor is mad at him or that somebody is being mean to Anya — he totally fucking melts down about it in a way that makes no sense for a detached spy, but he still goes through the effort of trying to frame his freak out as a problem for the mission; he’s not having a panic attack about his wife being mad at him because he loves her, he swears, he’s just worried about the mission!

And meanwhile Yor is just… all fucking in. She’s a method actor to the most unhinged extreme imaginable. She heard “you have to pretend to be a housewife to avoid drawing suspicion” and decided that meant she had to literally become a housewife. She’s the Daniel Day-Lewis of assassins. She throws her whole body and soul into every single thing she does, completely immerses herself in the “role” to the point that it isn’t a role anymore, it’s just her life. Within seconds of meeting Anya she’s like “guess I’m a mom now!!!!”, within seconds of Loid proposing she’s like “yep I love my husband!!!!”. She still has all her assassin instincts and training, but they’re all warped to fit her new life as a milf because that’s what she is now; she’ll brutalize or kill anybody who even looks at her family the wrong way, she approaches every situation from the perspective of “how can I eliminate this problem?”. And like any good method actor, she obsesses over whether her behavior is “correct” to the role. She is determined to be indistinguishable from a normal housewife to a point that you wonder how she has time to be an assassin anymore when all she seems to really care about is trying to win at being Totally Normal and/or being a good wife and mother.

And then in the middle of it all, you’ve got telepathic Anya just listening in on it and doing or saying the weirdest shit imaginable because she’s a kid and has no comprehension of why this situation is completely bizarre, this is just her mom and dad being cool spies.

It’s S-Tier stuff.

#spy x family #spyxfamily #sxf #sxf anime #yor forger #loid forger #anya forger #anime #manga #anime and manga

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honestly i think we've all become too used to maxiel insanity. they have fed us straight up batshit crazy moments for going on 9 years now that it's become "normal". they've shifted the overton window for inter-paddock flirting so much that no one even blinks an eye when they discuss how their animal counterparts would fuck. that pitlane bromance vid f1 released was met with "of course" not surprise. they've both said "i love you" to the other on camera etc etc. it used to drive me crazy when they'd lose polls b/c i'd be like wdym someone smiling at each other politely on a podium won - max and daniel talked about touching dicks in abu dhabi while tightly embracing? but now i'm like no i get it. it's the scarcity of the other options interactions that make them so special to their respective fanbases. sometimes i forget we have an all u can eat buffet. also: if max and daniel ever share a podium again.....we're winning it all lol.

i think u hit on something good here and i've said to multiple friends before, maxiel is built on them being team mates. they had the opportunity for that friendship to grow and build and for us to get content out of that. they were around each other for what seems very formative years of their lives. and so when daniel went to renault and then mclaren, at their base was a max and daniel friendship born from being team mates, and now that they're back in the same corporation, that still exists. max and charles don't have that. they don't have that closeness. they don't have that core foundation that other ships, not just maxiel survive on (carlos/lando, fernando/lance, nico/lewis) so i completely understand that when something fun-lestappen happens, why the fans gravitate towards it and hold onto it and freak over it because the moments are so far between whereas us max daniel fans truly get the most bat shit insane content that we might look at the lestappen things and go el oh el that's nothing. but also at the end of the day, this is all fake. and we're all just here to have fun. so the mantra i try to stick by is just let people have their fun. i will be dining at the maxiel all u can eat buffet for breakfast lunch and dinner tho. he didn't say charlie tho.

#anon #asks

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neondiamond · 10 months

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🌈 Recently Read Fics - June 2023 🌈

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 🩷

🌈 you can see my heart burning in the distance by @hershelsue (923, G)

Harry and Louis are an opposites attract couple. Harry wakes up at the crack of dawn to go to his law firm job, while Louis is just getting home from his DJ gigs. They make it work.

🌈 All This Time by @allwaswell16 (1k, T)

Louis Tomlinson had been best friends with flower shop owner Gemma Styles for years. It wasn't until she suggested he date her alpha brother that he ever thought of Harry that way. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea...

🌈 Completely Oblivious by @itsnotreal (1k, G)

an interaction with a stranger helps these two finally figure their shit out.

🌈 the sweetness of your words knows no bounds in making my heart leap by @bottomhaztoplou (1k, M)

At the end of his heat, Harry writes a letter.

At the beginning of his rut, Louis writes one back.

🌈 we will get another day (to begin again) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (1k, T)

“There’s a ton of health benefits to it, look.”

Zayn gives Liam an unimpressed stare. He doesn’t even acknowledge the phone in his hand. “I don’t care if it makes me immortal, Leeyum, I’m not going to take a freaking ice bath at six in the morning.”

🌈 time can always heal you by @larriescompass (2k, G)

harry catches a fever, louis takes care of him.

🌈 Ask Him by @fxckingprincesspark (2k, T)

When Lewis Capaldi gets pressed for information on who he's dating, he admits it... he's been seeing Niall Horan. The only problem? He jokes so much that no one believes him.

🌈 routine surveillance by @disgruntledkittenface (2k, E)

Harry’s training period for the Bureau consists of routine surveillance. One night, it becomes a little less routine.

🌈 Harry, That Kills People by @londonfoginacup (2k, T)

If there’s one thing that Harry hates, it’s getting his clothes dirty.

If there’s one other thing that Harry hates, it’s murder.

Unfortunately, right here and right now, Harry’s clothes are dirty, and he’s murdered someone. So. It’s not a great day.

“Ugh,” says Harry. “Yeargh. Bleh.”

🌈 Write You A Song by @all-these-larrythings (6k, G)

Harry’s new flat is great but the acoustics are even better. They’re so good in fact that his daily shower concerts start to entertain an audience besides his shampoo bottle.

🌈 The Way to My Heart by @ladyaj-13 (6k, T)

Louis' having a bit of a dry spell, until he bumps into an attractive alpha in the supermarket and leaves with his number. It was a hard bump. Very... muscular.

The only problem is, said alpha asks Louis to cook for him - which is not exactly his skill set.

🌈 Hold Me Tight (Or Don’t) by @hellolovers13 (13k, E)

Falling in love with Louis is easy enough.

Separating Louis from the singer persona Harry has been a fan of for years, however, is not.

But she's not the only one making assumptions.

🌈 what’s left of my halo’s black by @loveislarryislove (22k, E)

A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.

🌈 somewhere in between and not at all by @greeneyesfriedrice (24k, E)

Harry is new to NYC and discovers something about himself, and Louis is there for him. Always.

🌈 Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16 (30k, E)

It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.

🌈 Some Records Turnin’ by @ireallysawanangel (49k, E)

Harry is a soft alpha who owns a record store and Louis is a closeted singer omega masquerading as an alpha who randomly stumbles into Harry’s store.

🌈 another dream but always you by @nobodymoves (60k, M)

Harry is a Dreamwalker; he has the ability to visit people in their dreams and help put them on the right path. He's assigned to Louis, who's struggling after the break-up of his band. It's an unusual assignment from the beginning; Harry has a crush on Louis, and Louis's subconscious immediately decides Harry is the love of his life. When Dreamers cast Harry as their love interest, he can usually redirect them, but Louis is insistent on being Harry's boyfriend, and despite knowing they have no future, Harry wants to keep up the charade.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #monthly recs #hlcreators #trackinghome #tracksintheam #trackinghappily

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tooxmanyxships · 6 months

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141 Prompt

Celebrity Romance

Brocedes

Angst with a happy ending pls.

Nico as a hollywood actor. Lewis can be f1 driver or a singer.

I have a feeling this is gonna be turned into a multi chaptered fic (if people are interested in it) so like, take this as a first chapter/snippet.

"Who is it again that's coming to the track today?" Lewis asks, sounding completely uninterested, to an annoyed looking Toto.

"Nico Rosberg," He repeats himself, rolling his eyes as Lewis blinks at him. "Come on, Lewis. You know who he is."

"I think I've vaguely heard about his scandals."

"Stop it." Toto turns more stern. "You will not ruin this for our team. I won't allow it."

Lewis didn't get all the fuss.

Suddenly this 'big' actor guy wants to show himself off on an f1 race track, and for what?

He kind of got why Toto got so excited though. Normally the celebrities wanted to check out the Redbull facility, but this one had explicitly asked for the Mercedes one.

It was something Toto could rub into Christian's face. So yeah, he got that part.

The thing he didn't get was why he had to play a part in this whole cherade and Valtteri easily got out of this mess.

"Why do you need me for this? You can lead him around the factory perfectly fine." Toto was the team principal after all.

"Because I want you to do it. That's why."

No. That wasn't the answer he wanted. Now it was clear there was something more behind this.

"Toto..."

"This is not negotiable, Lewis." Toto's words were final. "You will not let me down."

Lewis groans.

This whole thing was gonna be the death of him.

~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~

It was a big mess. Or at least that's what Lewis thought when Nico Rosberg's camera team started setting things up in the factory.

Cords were running over the floor everywhere and cameras were being set up in the most ridiculous places.

This day was gonna be torture.

And of course.... No surprise..... The man of the hour was late.

And not just 5 minutes, not even 10. The man was 2 hours late.

2 freaking hours.

Lewis' whole day plan was destroyed. Even Toto didn't seem too happy, judging by the way he kept looking at his watch.

Susie was doing all the talking to the crew. The damage control.

Lewis was just sitting on the stairs, scrolling through his phone.

At last.... At last Nico came into the factory, not even looking bothered at all by the fact that he was incredibly late to an event he himself had planned.

Or well, the pretty blonde secretary next to him probably had.

They looked so cliché. The hot shot actor with the pretty blonde secretary. They probably fucked too.

Lewis glanced up at them, looking how the blonde female was fussing over the hot shot's clothes and his hair while the actor talked to Toto.

Oh yeah.... They definitely fucked.

Lewis snorted at his own thoughts, looking back down at his phone, not even noticing that a few minutes later, 4 people were standing in front of him.

One of them cleared their throat and Lewis slowly looked up, seeing the team principal, his wife Susie, the secretary and the hot shot standing in front of him.

Toto's raised eyebrow prompted Lewis to get up from his seat.

"This is Lewis. He'll be your guide through the factory."

"Oh," Nico startled a little as he shook Lewis' outstretched hand. "I thought you were going to be my guide."

Lewis' eyes snapped towards Toto. They narrowed when he saw the guilty look on his boss' face.

"I have.... Other things to take care of, unfortunately."

Lewis scowled at Toto before turning back to Nico, realizing that he hadn't let go of his hand yet. He shook it a second time, just for spite.

"Don't worry, mister Rosberg. I'm a better guide than Toto."

It was Toto's turn to scowl this time, but there was also a little bit of surprise in his eyes.

Susie and Nico's secretary, Lewis still didn't know her name, both chuckled. Even Nico looked a tiny bit amused.

Lewis took it as a one-upping Toto.

Toto quickly regained his composure though.

"Good to see you that confident. I'll leave you to it then." He added a wink as he held his arm out for Susan they both walked away.

Lewis was fucked. He had no idea where to even start this 'grand tour'. Meanwhile Nico, and his assistant, were looking at him expectantly.

Oh he was gonna get Toto back for this.

"Okay, so, uh..." He cleared his throat. "Where would you like to start? Or do you just want to see the cars."

Nico and his assistant shared a look. Nico seemed to just look amused, but his assistant looked slightly annoyed already.

So yeah, it was pretty clear he hasn't been paying attention and doesn't have a clue on what Nico Rosberg is actually here for.

Nico turned towards him, "The next movie I'll be in will be a movie with f1 racing cars. I - - - -well, Vivi, actually...." He gestured towards the blonde assistant. "thought it would be a good idea to get some...insight before actually acting in the movie."

Lewis blinked. With all those cameras around it looked like they were doing a movie already. Not to mention that the actor looked like he didn't even want to be there at all.

This was really going great so far.

Not.

"Okay. How about I show you the cars then."

Nico shared another look with his assistant, then looked back at Lewis and shrugged.

"Sure. Whatever you want."

Whatever he wanted was to just disappear.

But he couldn't do that now, could he?

So, not knowing what else to do, Lewis started leading them towards the showroom with all the cars Mercedes ever raced with.

Of course he gave a bit of information to each one, and even though it seemed like he was listening, Nico looked like he wasn't really there. Or at least it looked like his head was somewhere else.

Lewis saw in the corner of his eyes that his assistant nudged him a few times, so that he would say something, because the cameras were rolling, but whatever he said or asked when he was nudged, Lewis could tell something was going on.

Finally the tour in the showroom was done, which meant the most important part was done apparently, and Nico got a break while the blonde assistant went to talk to the camera crew and Lewis got thanked for the tour and the explanations. Maybe he wasn't needed anymore then.

Lewis saw Nico sneak away outside. He didn't know why, but something inside him told him to follow him, so he did.

Outside the doors, Lewis looked left and right, until he saw Nico go round the corner of the factory and followed him.

When he got there, Nico was leaning against the wall, his lips curled around a cigarette that he was just lighting up.

"Did no one ever tell you those things could kill you?"

Nico raised his eyebrow, taking a drag from said cigarette, blowing out the smoke in Lewis' direction on purpose.

"Did no one ever tell you those cars could kill you?"

Lewis raised his eyebrow this time, making a show of waving his hand at the smoke, then leaned against the wall beside the actor.

"Sorry if I'm going too far, but.... It seems like you don't really want to be here."

"That's because I don't."

He called it.

"So.... Why are you here then?"

"Vivi.... Vivian made me. Said it would be good for me."

"Good for you?"

"Get some inspiration. For the movie?"

Right. The movie.

"And are you? Inspired I mean."

Nico grimaced, taking another drag, exhaling slowly.

"I'm gonna quit the movie. Someone else can have my role."

Lewis gawked at him, "Was I really that bad of a guide?"

Nico had the audacity to chuckle.

"I wouldn't know. I barely heard anything you said to be honest."

"Rude, man."

"Not your fault. I'm sure you were great. I just..... Didn't really want to listen."

Lewis was quiet. Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

Something was slowly dawning on him.

"Who did you lose?" Nico turned surprised eyes towards him. "You said that those cars could kill, so.... Who was it?"

Nico looked kind of impressed by how perceptive Lewis was, then just stared off into the distance.

"A friend. Died way too young."

"What's his name? Maybe I knew him."

"Jules. Jules Bianchi."

Lewis still remembered. That damn truck on the track.....

"I knew him," Lewis' voice was soft. "He was a really nice guy."

"Yeah. He was." Nico took one last drag of his cigarette, then stomped out the stump on the ground. "I should get back inside. Before Vivi starts thinking I've been abducted by aliens. Or just, you know... Did a runner."

Lewis chuckled, "Maybe you should just do whatever you want to do, instead of doing what people expect from you. " He startled both of them with his reply, biting his bottom lip. "Hey. If you need more guidance....."

"Oh if you'd be so kind," Nico snarked, snorting when Lewis made a mock bow.

He just had to suffer through this one more guidance.

Then he'd never have to see this insufferable actor again.

He followed him inside, where the media circus immediately started up again.

Lewis lead the rest of the tour, sometimes glancing over at Nico, who now at least tried to be more attentive this time.

When they came back to the front doors, Nico's outstretched hand was the first thing he saw.

"Thanks, Lewis. It's been....an interesting tour."

Was that a wink from the actor?

"Glad to be of service," Lewis answered, his lips curling up into a little smile when he felt the squeeze in his fingers as they shook hands. "Good luck. With whatever you decide to do."

Something sparkled in Nico's eyes. "Thanks. Maybe I'll see you again sometime."

Lewis seriously doubts that.

"Maybe." He finally felt Nico let go of his hand. He wasn't really aware of it, until he felt his hand being empty and let it drop to his side.

He watched how the crew packed up their things, how Nico and his assistant were arguing about something.

He still didn't get why it all had to be filmed, but he was a bit out of his debt here anyway.

He finally saw the crew leave, Vivian behind them, while Nico seemed to hesitate inside the doorway.

He looked behind him, searching for, and finding; Lewis' eyes.

They're just - - - staring at each other, until....

"How did it go?"

Lewis jumped a little when he heard Toto's voice behind him. He glared over his shoulder.

"Fine, I guess." Toto raised his eyebrow and Lewis shrugged. "Not sure if he gained anything from this, but, we'll see."

Toto just nodded solemnly. Lewis knew Toto would already be glad with any kind of profit they got from this.

Lewis turned his head back to the front door, but the actor was already gone.

#brocedes #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #my writing #lewis hamilton x nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg

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deafchild2000 · 1 month

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Something just occurred to me: so there's a likely possibility that the planetary alignments the 2000s Mermaids endured happened as well with the 50s Mermaids (minus the Comet Eva event, that's a bit different).

Now, obviously, we have no proof of that, but given since a majority of canon believes in the timeline that Gracie, Louise and Julia turned in 1955 and - upon Gracie giving up her tail - everything ended in 1957, that would imply that the planetary alignment responsible for weather powers happened in 1957 and the 50s mermaids received them (fair enough that it's not exactly 50 years apart since the 2000s mermaids turned in 2006 and got upgraded in 2007).

With that thought, it had me wondering about the group. It would be fair to imply that maybe Louise and Co. could've managed to avoid getting upgraded powers during their second year as mermaids. Cause let's be honest: The original powers are powerful but basic & controllable once mastered. With @juicenet's fanfiction giving me some inspiration, it's possible. But it also brings in some interesting ideas.

Gracie goes first. We don't know about her family life - as an only child or an older sibling like Cleo & Emma - but two sides of the narrative can be true. She may have not initially liked being a mermaid at first but she did slowly come to appreciate it for what it was. She was a mermaid for three years, between films and photos, she must have come to a reluctant acceptance. But let's imagine Gracie got her powers upgraded. She's turned into a mermaid unsuspectedly, she has to be careful around water and that includes any activities that her family may want to do, which follows by slowly distancing herself from them. The powers might have freaked her out, and even with her two best friends to share her burdens with, she's reluctant to use them and it's maybe weeks or months before she's come to accept her tail and powers. She can sprout a tail and control water - that's it, right? (Props too if she gets the locket around this time). Then comes along a Full Moon and she gets taken with it and the next day, she comes to find out she can control the air too (and given she's called a "free spirit", the discovery could've been unexpected - meant to control water but got air instead - or emotionally driven). So suddenly, this girl who's had a drastic, lifetime change that she had to adjust and grow into now has to deal with another magical power she needs to master and discover the difference between. Then, we can imagine the downfall that led to her choosing to give up her tail. Unlike her granddaughter and Cleo, she possibly hasn't managed to control & differentiate her two powers, then Max starts becoming intrusive with his experiments - following Lewis in S2 - and who knows if her relationship with her family got worse. It would be a telling narrative if Gracie's growing distance was due to feeling isolated and growing away from the group of friends she could turn to. Being a mermaid was just becoming too much and a major inconvenience for her. Once she gave up her tail, she may have missed her friendship and still thought about her past - otherwise, she wouldn't have told stories & left artwork for Charlotte - but because she made her choice, she was able to live without the restraint brought upon with being a mermaid.

Julia is someone whose life isn't explored compared to Louise and Gracie. But working with that, if she did have events mirrored Rikki in S1 - after the Pier incident, if she indeed tried to boil him alive or destroy his property - moonstruck or not - I can see it. Ammunition for Louise to not be completely wrong for seeing Rikki in Julia. Even with the proof destroyed, Karl knew the Secret was bound to come back on her and her friends at some point. Now, let's say she got Pyrokinesis and Electrokinesis the next year. Did she discover her new powers when she simply intended to use her basic heating abilities or was it in emotional turmoil? What was her personal & family life like at that point? Did she struggle controlling her powers or did she manage to grasp them in time?

Louise Chatham is the last remaining of the 50s Mermaids. The first to meet the next generation of mermaids as well as the last one alive. She's the one who tells the story of her friends becoming mermaids and starts the reunification of the lockets Max made for them. Without knowing much of her personal history, Louise did move on & marry yet didn't leave a legacy like Gracie. Yet, she was somehow aware that a new group of mermaids had formed and where to find them, coming off as a mystique guide and using her past - a time she never truly gained closure from - to ensure the mistakes of before didn't befall Emma, Cleo, and Rikki. Like the collective, it's agreed that she had the basic ice powers as well as saved someone from drowning, making her an effective counterpart to Emma. And yet, there's the ever-present mystery of how she gave up being a mermaid & when it happened. So let's take cues from Emma, say Louise had a perfectly, full family unit. Was she the first to discover her powers or the last? Did she discover her powers by accident or was she quick to guess? Was she competitive or was she easy-going? Is there a reason she doesn't trust ocean perch that might relate to her time as a mermaid? Was she straight or a closet lesbian like the fandom seems to think? She'd been a mermaid for two years, and likely was the most accepting of her powers, so what must it have been like in 1957 to receive Cryokinesis? Was it the most convenient power or was it harder to control?

With these three possibilities to consider, with the Moon of Fifty Years right around the corner, I think there's still more to illustrate regarding the personal lives of the 50s Mermaids.

(Whether Louise and Julia were in love is openly subjective or whether liberties were taken and Gracie perhaps wasn't the only one to gain from giving up her tail - a narrative will always have more to tell if you just look.)

#h2o just add water #Louise chatham #h2o just add water julia #gracie watsford #cleo sertori #emma gilbert #rikki chadwick

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Alright so, I don’t talk about my canon openly very much, but I think there’s at least two people who want to hear about here so I’m just gonna ramble.

I don’t remember a lot before Gloomsvile so we’re not getting much of a “backstory” here :/ sorry. I do remember that it was only Mom though. I was a total momma’s boy. Len was very obviously the favorite though. I don’t really want to get into that here. I had (and still have) ADHD and Autism. Can’t comment on Len too much because memory is still very fragmented, but he definitely was not neurotypical. I was a very sensitive little guy while Len was the more rough and tough boy. Mom would call me a cry baby a lot. Len and I were twins, we weren’t born conjoined. I don’t remember how we died which is probably a good thing. Len loved creepy crawlies, I did not. He’d play with worms and I’d just be there freaking out. Still really don’t like the squirmy type.

Came to Gloomsville in search of more and stayed because, Ruby, duh. R.I.P Actually hit it off In Gloomsville and the neighboring towns. I remember the first time we made it into the paper, Ruby threw a big party and Len and I ate too much and got sick lol.

One time Skullboy thought he was related to a long line of Rock Stars and tried to get us to let him join the band. I’m named Frank for a reason (jk). Shut that shit down quick. Dude sucks at music. I think Iris AND Misery had had crushes on us for a while but that was extremely short lived. I don’t think anyone in that house was straight

(-Poe & Skull Boy) but I was probably the last one to come out for reasons we’ll get to later.

This is where the memories get more frequent and also a bit more sensitive. Read ahead at your own risk please.

Len and I had a medical emergency one night and for some reason the only solution the doctors could think of was to separate us, we were so far gone when they had us sign a waiver so neither of us could comprehend what was happening. Woke up in my own hospital bed in my own hospital room. Good lord the fear I felt that afternoon. Apparently Len had been freaking out way worse because he’d woken up like two days before I did. Shit was terrifying. You’d think “oh well now you get to experience privacy!” Fuck that I want my brother. I don’t remember exactly what had been wrong but both of us needed several different transplants, I got a new stomach. With that came new stomach issues. Could no longer have a lot of favorite foods or I’d get really sick. Len got off easy, I’m happy for him. We both got new dicks because we’d shared one. God bless that decision holy shit.

It was shortly after the emergency separation is when my mental health started to decline and I had that big meltdown that Skull Boy found reason enough to break my nose. In all fairness he’d thought I’d shoved Ruby when really I’d just startled her pretty bad. Not much better in my opinion. She didn’t deserve that. The guilt is what drove me to go hide in the woods surrounding the house. I’d originally planned to cool off and then lock myself in the garage for a while but fate had other plans for me that night. Took a tumble all the way down that huge hill the house sat on. I tried to find my way back home, I really did I promise. But I’d been so exhausted and was so lost I’d ended up in the neighboring town in the complete opposite direction of the house. I was lost in those woods for so long I’d kinda lost it a bit. My brain convinced me that there was nothing for me back home and that they didn’t want me there anymore. Kinda exiled myself at that point. Some guy found me collapsed in the snow and took me to him place to fix me up so I wouldn’t die out there. Definitely would have if he hadn’t found me. He’s the one who gave me the train ticket and the deed to the farm in Pelican town.

The train ride took days to get to Zuzu city. I slept the whole time anyway so don’t remember much. Lewis met me at the station and escorted me to the bus to the town. Passed out on the bus and woke up in the hospital, again. Getting real sick of that. Harvey thought Lewis had brought him a corpse at first so when I’d woken up he freaked out. Comforting. People would come visit. They were so nice. Got released from the hospital and Lewis and Robin showed me to the Farm. I miss the farm to this very day. I’d give anything to go back. Got the place all cleaned up with Robin’s help. Hid in the old cottage, refusing to come out for a month or so. Finally decided to try planting the seeds Caroline had given me to start the garden. Was very cynical about it until the little baby seedlings popped up. Immediately was hooked. I’d sit on the steps leading to the patio and just talk to the little guys. Random chicken showed up on my property one day and that’s when I’d met Jas, Vincent and Charlie. Jas was fascinated while Vincent was dragging her away from the farm screaming and crying that I was going to eat them. Only came outside to water after that. I’d catch Jas snooping around the property. She reminded me of Ruby so I’d get sad. She’d leave little flowers from the fields surrounding the ranch just south of the farm. Those flowers kept me chugging during that period of time. Eventually decided I wanted to keep Chickens for company so I made my way to the ranch. That’s when I met Marnie and Shane. Marnie had Shane help me with building the coop and the run. Didn’t say much. Marnie took it upon herself to keep pressuring him to come help on the farm after a while. He’d never really say much to me. We all know where that ended up.

Shane and I would talk more and more with each visit. Jas would come help too. I got fairly dependent on their visits. As Shane and I would talk more we’d get closer. We officially started dating about six months after I’d first got there. I was happy for the first time in ages, and so was he.

Things carried on as they were for two years until the big Stardew County fair. I was cleaning up my little booth when I heard a familiar voice shouting my name. I don’t know how or why they’d decided to attend this fair of all the other fairs and festivals but they’d found me. Len quickly went from sobbing in relief that I was alive to throttling me. Oh ho ho he was pissed when he found out about Shane. Had to pry him off of him. Poor Shane was so rattled. We had a big sit down talk with everyone. Skull Boy couldn’t even look me in the eyes. I could tell he blamed himself for my disappearance, and that made me feel terrible. Ruby never gave up on looking for me.

Everything eventually went back to normal. They’d come visit fairly regularly. Len would just show up unannounced sometimes but I liked it. Shane didn’t. Shane and I eventually got married and this is where you’d think it was happily ever after. I wish that was the case. I really do. I don’t remember the exact amount of time between that and my eventual, untimely death. It wasn’t long enough though. I was so happy. I had my friends back. I had my brother back. I was married with an adopted daughter, though Jas continued to refer to me as “ Uncle Frank” I didn’t mind though. I’d told Shane I was going to the mines and he practically begged me not to go because I’d previously gotten hurt down there, but I’m a hard headed, stubborn idiot. He knew he couldn’t stop me so instead he came along. I don’t know what happened down there, as I’ve blocked it out but something terrible obviously. Shane carried me all the way to Harvey’s, but it was too late. There was nothing anyone could do.

And now I’m here. Anyway, it’s 2am so I’m going to sleep now. I’m certain there are typos but I can’t be bothered. Goodnight.

#ruby gloom #frank and len #frank kin #ruby gloom kin #stardew valley #sdv #canon #yeah

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