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oracle-of-dream · 3 months

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Hotel Hookup

Summary: You're a huge Riize fan, and you're bias is Wonbin. You recently got to go to their concert and had so many amazing interactions with Wonbin. After the concert, you bump into each other in the bathroom and he gives you his autograph, along with his hotel room number...

Warnings: Male reader, Virign reader, idol Wonbin, dry humping, sub reader, dom Wonbin, corruption kink

Wordcount: 2.5k

This is a request

Walking down the street to the venue, the excitement was washing over you. The headlights of traffic, the breeze in your face, and the squeals and screams of fans as they travel with you to the same place. It was still hard to believe you managed to land tickets for the Riize concert, much less get a lucky VIP ticket.

The venue offered five random tickets to be selected for the VIP treatment, along with being able to purchase the VIP upgrade. The day you got the email that your seat was one of the lucky five, you almost slapped yourself; thinking it was a dream. The VIP treatment came with a seat upgrade, sound check, a hi-touch, and even a photo with a member.

You crossed the last street before reaching the venue; the lights shined into the night sky, and you could hear the thumbs of the speakers vibrating through your feet. The line for the VIP was almost empty, while the main entry had people lining up with at least 100 people already there. They must've camped out all day to get in line so early...

A staff member caught you taking in the view and approached you. "Are you lost? If you need, I can show you where you need to go."

You pulled out your phone and showed them your ticket.

"Oh, the VIP section is that way! You might want to hurry the sound check may start soon."

You followed the staff's directions: moving through the VIP section, rushing through the security check, and making it to your seat. The stage was so close, much closer than you could've imagined. You had a clear view of the right side of the stage, a little above the barricade. You were allowed to go to the barricade, but after hearing how vicious it gets, you decided against it.

After waiting about 10 minutes, some of the opening music started playing, and the members were lifted onto the stage from the floor. The VIP audience cheered for them as Riize went through the motions of their concert, practicing their last bits of choreography and interacting with fans as they did. Wonbin approached your side of the stage and waved toward your section, making all the girls scream and shout for his direct attention. Shyly, you smiled and waved back, cheering but not as loud as the others in your section. He smiled and walked off, but stayed around the right side of the stage.

Wonbin was even more beautiful than any of his photos. His glasses sat on his chiseled nose, his most of hair neatly tucked behind his ears with few strands sweeping onto his face, and his baggy white t-shirt that exposed his collar bone and some of his chest made him look like an ordinary guy. But you knew he was anything but that... For the rest of the sound check, Wonbin kept swinging by your section and giving love to your group.

There was a small break before the concert fully started. Some of your friends texted you asking to meet up with you. Agreeing to meet at the food court and get snacks.

After chatting with your friends, you stopped by the bathroom before heading back to your seat. A bit of a perk of being a male K-pop fan was that the men's bathroom was usually deserted compared to the huge line out of the women's room.

Just as you suspected, the bathroom was empty. You went to a stall and went about your business. Just as you finished, you heard the door open. Two people came in, a man and a woman, speaking Korean. You didn't know why, but you jumped onto the toilet seat to hide your feet.

No way someone was coming in here to hook up...

There was another bit of conversation before you heard the door shut again. Not a noise...

You stepped down from the toilet and opened the stall to see a figure with long black hair looking at himself in the mirror. He turned around to look at you. His long black hair coiled beautifully around his face. Wonbin was looking directly at you. Just the two of you in that bathroom...

"I'm sorry, I was just in here and..." You started but lost the courage to continue.

Wonbin smiled at you. "It's okay, I thought my manager checked well enough. Please, enjoy the show." He bowed slightly and walked out the door, walking away with his manager.

You washed your hands at the sink, reeling from the experience of having spoken to him. You sprinted back to your seat when you heard the crowd start cheering, signaling the start of the show. You'd have to tell your friends about meeting him later!

The concert itself was amazing. Anton's cello performance with Sohee singing a ballad, and watching Eunseok, Sungchan, and Shotaro have a dance-off made you laugh so hard. Wonbin's stage was a solo performance. He played guitar and sang, silencing the entire venue. He covered, "Attention" by Charlie Puth.

His eyes were trained on the camera in front of him, but every few words he'd glance off in the direction of the audience. One of those glances shot right at you. At first, it felt like it was a coincidence, just a lucky look, but he looked back. Again and again. After finding you in the crowd, he couldn't help himself from looking in your direction. Your face got warm at his expression, the look in his eyes.

"What are you doing to me?" He sang, looking directly at you. It felt like he was speaking to you.

Before you knew it, the song was over... The concert resumed and the audience was cheering loudly again, but you still couldn't get over Wonbin. The concert ended in a flash. Riize was giving their last goodbye, finished an encore stage, and started leaving. The staff directed the VIP section to follow them backstage to get a picture with the members. And you couldn't help but touch up your look, making sure you didn't look a mess before you got to meet them.

The boys came out of their dressing room, still wearing their outfits from the encore stage and wiping some of their sweat from performing. One by one they went through everyone. Sometimes the members chose who was going to take a picture if the fan was too overwhelmed. But when you stepped forward, Wobin immediately stepped forward for your photos, holding you by the waist while taking your phone to take it. That's when staff walked out with Riize's newest album as a surprise gift to the fans. Each member took the time to sign the albums and talk to each fan. The conversations were cut short, as the staff didn't let you speak for long, but Wonbin winked at you when he gave you your album.

"Read my message before you leave! I hope you like it!" He said as he was ushered back into the dressing room.

You followed the staff out the side door and walked to your car. Once inside you took a moment to crack open the album and find Wobin's message he left for you.

Our meeting in the bathroom was fun, let's meet again! Come to this address, my room number is 247, on floor 20. Knock three times so I know it's you. Don't keep me waiting~

-Wonbin

Your jaw was ready to come clean off your face. Wonbin wanted to meet you again!? You could hardly believe getting to meet him, much less him wanting to see you again. Not wanting to wait another moment, you put the address into your GPS and drove off to meet him.

The address led you to a fancy hotel, looking over the downtown area and not too far from the area. You nervously entered the lobby, trying to act natural so no one would stop you. You got past the front desk and got into the elevator right as someone else was getting in.

"Could you push floor 20 for me?" You asked.

The person nodded, mostly absorbed in their phone to fully acknowledge you.

You got to the twentieth floor and wandered before finding the door... Room 247. Holding your hand up to the door was harder than you expected. Your heart was in your throat, terrified that you'd get busted or get the wrong room. Before you got to knock, the door opened, and Wonbin standing in the doorway.

"Come in, quick!"

You hurried into the room and he closed it behind you. "So... Wonbin, it's so–"

Wonbin smashed his lips into yours, trying to make out with you.

Your eyes widened. You couldn't push him away, but you didn't know where to touch him either. And he must've noticed, as he took your hands and placed one on his neck and the other on his waist.

When you separated for a moment, you took your opportunity to speak. "Wait, I thought you just wanted to meet again!"

Wonbin laughed. "We can meet and fuck. Can't we?" He walked toward you slowly as you backed away from him.

"Can you slow down for a minute?" You backed into a chair, falling into the seat.

"What's wrong?" Wonbin frowned. "Am I not hot enough? You looked like you liked me watching you, and you look really about now." Wonbin's eyes pointed out the tent in your pants.

"You're hot! Super hot! I'm just..."

Wonbin tucked his hair behind one ear. "Say it for me to hear. Speak clearly."

"I'm still... a virgin."

Wonbin froze in shock. "You came here, a full-on virgin?"

You nodded, embarrassment starting to color your face. "No one's even seen it before."

"It? You mean your cock?" Wonbin laughed. "You've never taken a dick pic before, or anything?"

You shook your head.

Wonbin's energy changed. It felt less like a sexual panther, ready to pounce, and more like a sensual snake. It was clear that Wonbin was charged, but he could tell you weren't ready to drive over the edge just yet.

Wonbin sat on the bed. "So level with me. Have you had an orgasm? Like have you jerked off?" His tone was curious and playful.

You rubbed your fingers together, not answering him. "Well... I've tried, but it felt weird..."

"How so?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you..." You confessed in a soft whisper.

"That's not a bad thing! People jerk off to hot people all the time, that's what porn is for. I'm honestly flattered, so don't feel embarrassed." Wonbin approached you again, taking your face in your hands. "Let's take it slower then. Can I kiss you, y/n?"

It felt like a dream hearing Wonbin call you by your name. You nodded, closing your eyes and letting your lips connect softer this time.

Wonbin led, moving his lips gently so you could pick on the timing. He stroked your neck and gently pulled you into him, moaning into the kiss. Once you showed you could handle it, he moved your hands to hold his hips and moved to sit in the chair on your lap.

You separated again. His lips were pinkish and cute.

"Can I touch you, y/n?" He asked softly.

You nodded.

"Words." He commanded.

"Y–Yes, please touch me, Wonbin." You replied, embarrassed to say it aloud.

Wonbin reinitiated the kiss and let his hands run over your shoulders and down your back, pushing against your muscles as they tensed from his touch. They slowly dragged down into your lap.

Wonbin pulled awake again. "Before we keep going, now's the time to speak. What do you want exactly?"

Your mouth was dry when you opened it to speak. "I–I don't know if I can go all the way, but I also want to make you happy and please you. So I'll do whatever you think is–"

Wonbin placed his finger on your lips. He stood and stripped off his shirt, unbuckled his hands, and slowly stripped off his pants. Leaving him in his underwear.

Somehow your dick got even harder, the strain against your pants almost pleasurable.

Wonbin came back to you and sat down on your lap, laying his back against you and sitting perfectly on your clothed member. He took one of your hands and guided it to his underwear, letting it slide underneath the waistband.

You felt his cock, warm and squishy in your hands but hard at the same time. It was different from yours, it felt pretty. Slender, and about five inches. Wonbin guided you, moving your hand up and down, stroking him. When he let go of your hand, you continued to move earning moans of pleasure from him. His legs shook and he pushed against you, his ass rubbing against your dick in your pants.

Wonbin made a rhythm. Every time to stroked him, he'd push against you. A push and pull, giving you both pleasure. You could see a wet spot at his tip in his underwear. Curiously, you poked it and precum stuck on your finger, using it while you stroked him.

"Oh, improvising is good. I like that!" Wonbin purred.

"C-Can I see it?" You whispered.

Wonbin giggled. He lifted his lips and slid his underwear down enough for his cock to spring out, with your hand wrapped around its base.

Watching your hand work over Wonbin, and his reactions to you touching him were like magic to you. You focused on his tip, making his whole body shake and tense.

"Oh, fuck! If you do that, I'll cum fast..." Wonbin warned. "How about you, how are you feeling?"

You loved every ounce he gave you. It itched and burned in just the right places and feeling Won's body against yours was heaven with his sing-song voice moaning in your ears.

"I'm gonna lose it. It feels really hot like I'm gonna pee. But it's not exactly pee?"

Wonbin smiled. "Oh? You're close, are you? I'm right here, so go ahead and finish. It's gonna be amazing."

You trusted Wonbin, letting your body control everything. Your hips pushed forward to meet Wonbin grinding against you as you felt the pressure get worse. You couldn't help but bury your head into Wonbin's neck, softly biting and letting the feeling wash over you as your body stiffened all over you. You cock twitched again and again, shooting cum inside your pants. You didn't realize you were squeezing Wonbin so tight until you felt his cum leaking down your hand.

Both of you took a moment to catch your breath.

"I wasn't exacting the biting," Wonbin moaned.

"I–I'm sorry. It just happened."

"No, it was amazing. You did amazing..." Wonbin stood up. "You may want to take those off before it dries, by the way..."

You got nervous again. "Are you going to watch?"

"Y/n. You're not leaving until we fuck. But we have all night, so we don't have to rush."

#oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #riize smut #wonbin smut #wonbin #wonbin x reader #riize x reader #riize

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midnightarcheress · 1 month

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Simon lives up to the nickname.

pairing: bodyguard!ghost x actress!reader 2 | gold rush masterlist.

every time you set a foot out of the house, he’s there. surely, a few steps behind, just like the orders say, but he’s there, hauntingly following you like a true ghost. lurking in the darkness or making himself known in broad daylight, he takes the job seriously, glaring at the people on the street who even dare to glance at you. it’s even worse when fans stop you for an autograph or a picture, towering by your side and meticulously watching every move made in your direction, getting ready to pounce at any minute.

the first few days were weird. he could sense how disconcerted you acted in his presence, even while flashing him a smile and saying a sugary ‘good morning’. maybe it was his size, maybe it was the mask, maybe it was the fact that a man was actively following you nearly every second of the day. the last thing he wanted was to frighten you.

after a few weeks though, he noticed you getting accustomed to his company. he watched from behind how your back wasn't as tense, how you stopped glancing over your shoulder to check if he was still there, how you weren’t jumping anymore when he’d get closer, how you even tried to make small talk, despite his grunt-like answers.

Simon didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t have been more wrong about you. you weren’t a pretentious rich brat as he expected. you were always polite, always smiling, always treating everyone in your way with nothing but kindness, something he wasn’t used to seeing. he reasoned that it was just your job as a very public person, after all, you had an image to uphold and he’d never actually seen you without the constant risk of being photographed and blasted online.

but in that moment, he couldn’t help the genuine concern for your safety starting to fill his chest and surpass the mere contract bond. he would catch himself staring at you for a little too long as you walked together, eyes attentively chasing the sway of your hips in each movement of your legs, the delicate way your finger held a pen whilst signing your name, your beaming irises whenever a child recognized you. he couldn’t bear the idea of being acknowledged on the street for his acts like you do.

“just ignore them.” you say, looking over your shoulder and noticing him stopping on his tracks on the pavement. for Simon, dealing with the paparazzi has been the most difficult part. military training comes in both an advantage and disadvantage, as his sniper eyes bust them from a mile away, spotting the greedy lens with intense precision, no matter how well-hidden they think they are. but the hard task is to keep his anger and itch to rip the camera apart at bay, when all they want is to snap you in bad light and sell it to the first rubbish magazine.

he grumbles, muttering cuss words under his breath. “you’ll get used to it.” the sympathetic tone of your voice eases a bit of his annoyance, going back into walking right behind you.

the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills his nostrils as he opens the door of a small cafe for you to come in, rapidly scanning the room for threats. at that point, he already had your order memorised by heart. medium iced americano, no sugar. too bitter of an option for someone who looked so sweet, despite being accompanied by whatever muffin the store had left.

“Ghost?”

his crossed arms tense up when you call for him, brows knitting together as he assesses the situation for any problem that may have appeared in the seconds he stood distracted by the waving of your hair under the air conditioning breeze. “mhm? what is it?”

“i asked you if you want anything.”

his knee-jerk reaction is to say a hasty no, thanks, but he’s finding it harder and harder to deny your offerings each day, when the small curve of your lips as you patiently wait for his response is so tempting. think faster. “uh, guess i could go for a tea. earl grey.”

you nod and hand the barista your card, quickly paying for the order and standing by the counter. he remains a few steps back, waiting for the drinks with you. as soon as it’s ready, you hand him the cup of tea, fingers gently grazing over his, sending lightning sparks on his skin. keep to yourself, Simon.

he shakes the feeling away and opens the door again, catching your eyes flicking to the silver pendant around his neck. once again, old habits die hard. he still wears his dog tags, the glinting metal serving as a constant reminder that he’s Simon Riley civilian, but will always be Simon Riley soldier.

“military?” you question, stepping back to match his pace and walk by his side, curious eyes searching for his hardened gaze.

“yes.” his voice is sharp, settled in not prolonging the conversation.

you hum, turning your head back to the horizon, “that explains your skill set.” only then he shifts to see your face, raised eyebrows and question marks oozing out of his head. you chuckle, amused by his confused expression, “i got a file on you too, Simon.”

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mclarengf · 3 months

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la vida es tan dulce (contigo)

race day with dad!logan sargeant

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note: woooow this got out of hand quick… well, enjoy my first proper full length fic! #didntknowhowtofinish x

“come on honey, time to go,” your boyfriend calls into the hotel room, still holding the door open for your daughter.

lottie sargeant, every bit her dad’s lookalike, runs out, a tiny hand placed above the cap on her head to prevent it from falling.

you stifle a laugh at her mild panic, readjusting the purse on your shoulder as you follow her out. logan closes the door behind him and holds out his arm for you to take. lottie, seeing you’re both ready to go, leads the way to the elevator, hitting the down button as if to summon it faster.

you squeeze her hand as you step in, “are you excited, lottie baby?”

she grins up at you and nods, seemingly too happy for words.

“you’re gonna do amazing too, honey.”

logan looks up at this and shoots you a nervous smile. he’d qualified p14 the day before, a genuinely impressive result for the twisty streets of monaco.

“all thanks to my lucky charm,” he’d said afterwards, kissing the top of lottie’s head in thanks.

“i’ll just be happy if i can stay p14, y’know?” he says now, fidgeting with his watch, “at least it’s pretty tricky to overtake here.”

“daddy’s gonna win!” lottie, having regained the ability to speak now, wraps herself around logan’s leg, a hug of support. logan laughs at her blind faith and pats her head as he leads her out of the elevator and out to the street.

“thank you, baby, i’m gonna try so hard just for you, yeah?”

williams had managed to get you holed up in a hotel only a couple of blocks away from the paddocks, so you’re walking a bit slower than your family because of the heels you’re wearing, having wanted to dress up a bit for the prestigious monaco grand prix. lottie, who’s now found herself atop her dad’s shoulders, develops a system of tapping the top of his head whenever she looks back and you’re a bit too far behind for her liking, so that he stops and you get an opportunity to catch up.

although lottie’s brilliant stratagem means you get there a few minutes later than planned, you all eventually arrive at the paddock entrance. logan puts your daughter down to grab his pass as rifle around in your purse for yours.

“lottie, have you got your paddock pass?”

lottie reaches for her neck, only to find it empty and pass-less.

“mummy…” her lip wobbles and her eyes turn sad as she realises what this means.

logan stops as he’s about to scan his, already thinking of ways to get her in without a pass. she’s a kid- she’s his kid, surely it’ll be fine, right?

“oh look, darling, here it is!” you produce lottie’s pass from your bag, along with your own, and hand it to your girl on the verge of tears. instantly, she brightens and runs back over to her dad.

relieved he doesn’t have to smuggle his own daughter in, logan lifts her up so she can tap her pass on the gate, before doing the same with his own and pushing through the turnstile. you follow suit, cringing at the photo which pops up on the display.

just as logan hands lottie back over to you on the other side, a fan recognises him, and then another, and another. soon, logan’s being swarmed, and you’ve been pushed off to the side. lottie, to her credit, isn’t much disturbed by the sudden separation, but does cling to you tighter, probably for fear of being pushed away from her mum as well. logan’s head pops up above the sea of people, eyes searching for you and you gesture vaguely in the direction of the garage and hospitality areas when you spot each other. he sticks a thumbs up in the air before ducking back down to focus on autographing mementoes and taking selfies.

you’re only stopped a few times on the way to hospitality, by a couple of fans who recognise you as logan’s partner, and a few photographers, looking to snap a ‘candid’ picture of the sargeant family.

the williams team principal is engaged in a lively conversation with a few team members when you emerge on the second floor of the williams area.

as soon as he sees you, he crosses the room for a hug, greeting you with a, “how’ve you been? it feels like it’s been ages!”

“ah, you know, busy with this one always,” you return the hug and help lottie to stand on a chair.

“hello lottie!” james is ecstatic to be fawning over your daughter, “don’t you look lovely today?”

she’s dressed head to toe in williams merch, a team jersey layered over a white tutu and tiny williams-blue sneakers. her team cap is slightly askew from the journey here, but at least her pigtails seem intact for now.

“hi grandpa james,” she reaches for him to hug her, and giggles as she’s spun around in his arms.

“where’s logan?” james asks you, peeking over your shoulder to spot his missing driver.

“ah, we left him at the gates; i didn’t want lottie to freak out about the crowd.”

he hums in understanding, still holding lottie.

“it’s looking good today, you know,” he nods down to where the garage is on the floor below, “weather’s fine, car’s performing; we’ve high hopes.”

you start to reply when he’s called over by an engineer with a clipboard. he hands lottie back to you with an apology, which you wave off.

“come on baby, where do you wanna watch the race then?” you shift her weight into one arm as you free the other to fix her hat.

lottie furrows her brows in deep thought, pondering your question, then points towards the balcony.

the view from up here is incredible; you’re looking out over the pit lane and back straight of the circuit, and can see all the yachts lined up in port hercule.

just then, lottie makes a small squeak, looking down at the pit wall. you follow her gaze down to see your partner walking over to gaëtan, greeting his engineer by dapping him up and pulling him into a hug. logan’s already dressed, wearing his fireproofs and overalls, tied at the waist. the two part and start discussing something or rather— most likely the next two hours of racing.

you know the race is supposed to start soon, but if logan’s only now saying hi to gaëtan, surely you’ve still got a little while. enough time to pop down and wish your boyfriend luck, at least. you adjust lottie in your arms again and make your way downstairs.

logan’s no longer in the pit lane when you reach the garage, so you head towards the drivers’ rooms in the back. you go to knock on the door just as benny pushes it open on his way out.

“oh hello!” he smiles at you as you catch the door with your foot, but his arms are full of god-knows-what training equipment, so you forego a hug and settle for returning his smile. lottie waves at him as he goes.

“baby?” you turn your attention back to the room, hoping to see logan sprawled out on his massage table, or standing in the middle of the room stretching out. instead, he’s sat on the floor, staring at his phone.

“hey!” he gets up and takes lottie from you. she settles easily, head dropping onto his shoulder to watch her parents talk.

“how’re you feeling now, log?” you shake your arms out- lottie’s getting so big so fast- and wrap one around logan’s waist. he rests his chin on your head, breathing in deeply and letting out a sigh.

you stand together in silence until, “i don’t wanna disappoint the team,” he mutters into your hair eventually, “i’ve finally got a good quali position and i don’t wanna fuck it up for everyone.”

he takes care to turn his head away from lottie as he swears; she’s at the age where she’s picking up words left and right.

you move your head back to look at him, taking in every detail about him; the slight bags under his eyes, the freckles dotted across his face, the 5 o’clock shadow growing in. there’s a piece of hair hanging in his eyes which you brush aside as you take his face in your hand. it’s these quiet moments you really adore, where it’s just you two (and lottie) against the world. the sargeant family. even if you’re not technically a sargeant yet.

“you’re gonna do wonderfully babe,” you smile as he leans into your touch, watch as the stress in his face leaves it. standing in front of you now isn’t logan sargeant, the american who made it to f1, or logan sargeant, the other williams driver, each version of himself burdened with massive responsibilities. right now, he’s just logan, the boy you fell in love with.

“and for what it’s worth, we’re already so proud of you, no matter how you do in the race.”

at this, lottie perks up and reaches her hand up to logan’s face too, wanting to join in. he melts at the gesture, taking her hand in his to press a kiss to her palm.

“that’s worth everything.”

he sits lottie down on the massage table to kiss you properly for the first time today, arms settling around your waist. his hand drifts lower as the kisses get lazier, and soon it’s fully rested on your bum while you exchange slow, open-mouthed kisses.

remembering where you are and your audience in the room, you pull away first, placing one more peck on logan’s lips as he pouts, wanting more.

he holds you tight as you say, “you’ve got a grand prix to race in now, handsome,” and is only incentivised to let go when you remind him how much lottie’s been looking forward to helping him get ready today.

lottie helping her daddy get ready consists of watching him pull his race suit over his shoulders and watching you zip him up. she holds his gloves out as he slips his hands into them, and then- logan’s favourite part- gives him a good luck kiss.

he’ll put his balaclava and helmet on just before he gets in the car, which lottie can’t help with today because you’re watching from upstairs.

“i love you, logan. race hard, yeah?”

you kiss him one more time before you leave, relishing in the way he doesn’t want to pull away.

“i love you too. keep your fingers crossed for me- both of you?”

lottie frowns at this; she’s not yet mastered how to cross her fingers by herself, but you laugh at her little expression and promise you’ll help her once you’re upstairs.

pre-race rituals complete, you tug her away from daddy and return to hospitality.

logan gets a good start when the lights go out, though a slow reaction from an aston martin ahead means he has to swerve to avoid a huge crash. he manages an overtake on kevin magnussen through the chicane, earning cheers throughout the room, and no doubt from the garage below too.

the race ends with logan p13, but after zhou guanyu gets a 5-second penalty for leaving track limits, he finds himself in p12.

logan’s post-race radio plays from the tv playing sky sports f1, “-good race today guys, thanks for helping me not look so bad in front of my daughter,” he laughs.

crofty is saying something in response but lottie, already ecstatic because of the energy in the room, has stolen your attention by squirming happily in your arms as she hears her daddy talking about her on tv. you decide to take her back into the paddock so she can run around and let off some steam.

logan’s in the media pen when lottie spots him, and, full of excitement, she slides her hand out of yours and is halfway to him by the time you can react.

“-yeah, really happy,” you hear him say before he’s interrupted, “oh-? what are you doing here, baby girl?”

he picks her up and looks around for you, smiling when he finds you.

“and who’s this gorgeous girl? is this who you were trying to impress in the car today, logan?” the interviewer- thank god- doesn’t seem annoyed by the intrusion, and instead welcomes it, holding the mic up to lottie, awaiting her answer.

“i’m lottie,” your girl says brightly, “my daddy’s the best racer in the whole world!”

logan, the interviewer, and logan’s press officer all laugh at this, while lottie smiles proudly. logan takes the opportunity to carefully adjust the williams cap on lottie’s head, which has been knocked askew from her running.

“lottie, do you want to be a racer like your dad?”

logan angles her away from the mic before she can answer.

“oh, let’s not get those ideas in her head yet. she’s already a handful without the stress of karting and racing right now.”

this earns another laugh from the interviewer, thoroughly amused by father and daughter. the rest of the interview is uneventful due to lottie preoccupying herself with waving at the other drivers as they travel around the pen.

logan makes a beeline for you when he’s released.

“hi baby,” he lets lottie down and scoops you up just as quick.

“i’m so proud of you, log. for real.”

he says nothing, enjoying the moment, though you can feel him smile into the crook of your neck as he stays holding you up. you’re accutely aware of some people stopping around you and filming, but you’re just focussed on being with logan and lottie. your family.

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hearts intertwined (hamilton x sister! driver!rosberg) p8

chapter 8: could this be forever?

warnings - none at all

series masterlist

The crisp morning air filled Y/N's lungs as she rounded a corner on her usual running route. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the opposite direction, sending them both careening into a surprised stumble. It was Lewis. He looked.. incredible. Sweat trickling down the side of his face and his braids tied back made him look ethereal.

Awkwardness hung thick in the air. Y/N mumbled a quick apology and started to jog past him, but Lewis cleared his throat. "Y/N, wait."

She stopped, hesitantly turning back. "What?"

Lewis hesitated, his gaze flickering everywhere except at her. "About the other night… what you said…" He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Y/N scoffed and murmured what sounded like a german insult before taking off jogging once again.

Before he could catch up, a shriek pierced the air. A group of fans, alerted by their encounter, had materialized around her. Cameras flashed, questions were shouted, and soon, Y/N was caught in a whirlwind of autograph requests and selfies.

Suddenly, a hand clamped roughly on her lower back. A young man, his eyes wild with excitement, tried to pull her closer. Panic surged through Y/N. The stranger's hand started to move downwards.

But before she could react, a familiar figure shoved him away with a force that sent him stumbling back. It was Lewis. He stood protectively in front of Y/N, his face a mask of anger.

"Leave her alone!" he growled, his voice laced with a possessiveness that surprised even him.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Lewis grabbed Y/N's hand and steered her towards his apartment building across the street. His grasp over her hand was primal and possessive. For a moment, Y/N wanted it to be real.

The entire incident had unfolded in a blur, and now, standing outside Lewis's apartment door, Y/N's heart hammered against her ribs. His grip on her hand was firm, almost possessive.

"Here," Lewis said, fumbling with his keys. The door swung open, and Y/N, still shaken, blindly followed him inside. Pulling her in by holding her waist to steady her, both of the drivers panted.

He shut the door with a bang, his back pressed against it as he leaned in to catch his breath. He hadn't planned on this, on pulling her into his apartment in a moment of adrenaline.

Suddenly, he became aware of their position. His hands were still on her waist, holding her close in the aftermath of the chaos. Y/N's eyes widened, mirroring his own sense of shock.

As if scalded, both of them recoiled. The electricity that had crackled between them when their hands touched was undeniable, but the awkwardness returned with a vengeance.

Lewis cleared his throat, forcing himself to relax. He gestured towards the kitchen. "Coffee? I need some caffeine after that."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Uh sure, thanks."

He disappeared into the kitchen, and Y/N wandered further into the apartment. Her gaze landed on a worn leather armchair tucked away in a corner. Decorated by a variety of coloured shapes, it was the same one she used to curl up in as a kid after afternoons spent playing video games with Lewis and Nico.

"You kept it?" she murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Lewis emerged from the kitchen, holding two steaming mugs. He caught her gaze at the chair and a nostalgic smile touched his face. "Of course I did."

He handed her a mug, their fingers brushing briefly, sending a jolt through her. He gestured towards the chair. "Sit."

Y/N sat down, feeling a strange sense of familiarity in the unfamiliar surroundings. They sipped their coffee in silence for a moment, the tension hanging thick between them.

Finally, Lewis spoke. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice low. "About what I said at the race. It was unprofessional and disrespectful. You deserve all the success you're getting."

Y/N took a deep breath. "And what about the rest of it?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "About how the fight between you and Nico took away from my childhood friendship with you?"

Lewis looked down at his hands, shame etched on his face. "There's no excuse for that," he admitted. "I was so focused on winning, on beating Nico, that I lost sight of everything else. I lost sight of what mattered most," he paused as his eyes locked with Y/N's teary eyes. "I regret hurting you. I missed you. All of you, the vanilla obsession, the way you used to trash me in Mario Cart, the way you never stopped supporting me. It got harder every passing year to reach out, after your crash I was terrified. I came by when you were sleeping in the hospital. I left those tulips and vanilla cupcakes. Nico saw me that day. He didn't utter one word Y/N. It hurt me to know what I had done. After seeing you so bruised, I-I couldn't help but wish it was me in pain."

Y/N looked at him, her gaze searching. The boy she used to know, the one who made her laugh with his silly jokes and gentle teasing, seemed to flicker within the face of the hardened champion.

"Can we talk about it?" she asked tentatively. "About the past, about everything?"

Lewis met her gaze, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes. "More than anything," he whispered.

And so, sitting in the comfortable silence of his apartment, Lewis and Y/N began to unravel the tangled threads of their past, a tentative bridge of understanding being built between them, cup by cup, memory by memory.

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yourheart-inmyhands · 7 months

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I've been watching to much one piece-

Had a idea of yan! Furina and neuvillette

With a Fishman reader that is like there personal assistant/bodyguard

-🌮annon

mmmmm, i know they're bad but some of those fishmen were stupidly hot, then again the fishmen aren't even the worst on m list of one peice men i'd smash so XD

Warning: This post contains yandere-themes, including mentions of intimidation, mentions of race discrimination, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Furina is definitely one of the weaker archons, and while she isn’t entirely incapable of defending herself, it’s clear she tends to shy away from actual fighting and violence. So having a beloved that’s more like a bodyguard would be perfect for her. She’s more confident in her day to day life, not that she needs it, and feels more comfortable going about the city than she would’ve before meeting you. This doesn’t mean she doesn’t still treat you like her beloved though.

Walking diligently beside Furina, who skipped and hummed and swung your joined hands back and forth, your eyes cast over the crowd. Things had been a lot calmer since you started joining her on her expeditions to the city. No longer did people crowd her with pleas and prayers, but instead parted gently for her, eyes and trembling hands cast in your direction. Fishfolk weren’t rare per say, but they were known to keep to the waters, never mingling with humans due to their dislike for them. So, after many years of the species' limited interaction, for one to suddenly appear alongside their beloved archon, it shook them to the core. They didn’t understand how such a sweet girl like Furina could love a brute like you, but not a soul dare question it for fear that your intimidating aura carried some weight to it.

Yandere!Neuvillette would find it interesting and humorous. He certainly doesn’t need a guard, having turned down many prior to you, but he will not put a stop to your behavior either. Instead he gently reminds you that you needn’t be so harsh with the townsfolk and that they meant no harm. Though he does appreciate your shared care for the melusine.

Walking down a busy street, simply searching for some food, Neuvillette takes note of your vigilant attitude. He’d reminded you plenty that it was unnecessary but you never seemed to listen. Your protective instincts kicking into high gear whenever a woman would come up, asking about his day or occasionally for an autograph. While Neuvillette had found the women to be in poor taste, he was never too bothered by them, unless he was in a rush. Now though, no one was bold enough to do more than glance in his direction and murmur, their attention focused more on your than anything. You needn’t scowl or even carry a weapon to draw their attention and strike fear. No, simply your species alone was enough to startle the young women away, leaving you and your darling Neuvillette all the time you wish together.

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justmeinadaze · 8 months

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I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 6 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Security Dom Steddie X Sub (slightly bratty) Singer Fem Reader, SMUT, spanking, dirty talk, slight rough play (they show her a bit more of what they are into), FLUFF, they go on a date through Paris and she shows them around, they do discuss being more exclusive (as if she or they would want anyone else🙄 ), ANGST, slightly so with her talking briefly about being sober and her fears of being in a relationship again.

Word Count: 4812

“Obviously, you’re taking us to the Eiffel Tower, right?”, Steve grinned in your direction as you three walked the streets of Paris.

“Yes but tonight when it’s all lit up.”

The day couldn’t be any more perfect for you and you were the happiest you had been in a long time. You took them around to each place you could think of that didn’t have a long line, stopping at bakeries and little shops to have them taste everything while looking for little trinkets to bring back home.

They seemed to really be enjoying themselves which made you smile. Eddie had befriended a street musician who handed him an acoustic guitar and he sat beside him as they played a couple of songs. You took them to a vintage store where they had a blast looking at the clothes. Steve keeping trying on different hats asking you how he looked. One had a brim that three sizes too big causing you to spit out your water as you laughed at him.

After grabbing lunch, you took them to a park nearby and had a picnic.

“Seriously, I’m going to gain like thirty pounds off of this bread but so worth it.”, Steve chuckles as he takes another bite of his sandwich.

“Oh, yeah. The food is phenomenal but you have to watch out for the butter and the sauces. Don’t even get me started on the chocolate.” Eddie smiles when your eyes playfully roll back.

“Did you parents show you all these places or did you find them yourself?”, he asked.

“A bit of both. The first few years I came here I basically recreated that vacation but as I wondered the streets I found more places and things to enjoy.”

“Excusez-moi.” A little girl shyly comes up to your blanket holding out a pen and paper. “May I have your…”

“Autographe?”, you smile up at her comfortingly as she grins. “Of course. Um… Quel est… ton nom?”

“Chloe.” She beams in your direction.

“I’m sorry, Chloe. My French isn’t great.”

“It’s…okay.” Her grin grows as you give the paper back to her and lean up on your knees to give her a hug.

“Merci, Miss Y/L/N!”

“Merci, Chloe.”

The three of you watch her as she runs back to her parents.

“That was adorable.”, Steve smirks.

“It was. I didn’t know you had fans that were so small.”, Eddie adds.

“Yeah, that’s another reason I want to be better. I’m supposed to be a role model for them you know?”

“And you are, honey. You’re already doing so much better and we are extremely proud of you.”

***

“Why do I have to wear a suit?!”, Eddie shouts from the bedroom as he adjusts his tie.

“Because we’re taking her to dinner, you idiot.”

“I’m just asking!”

“Plus, this will technically be our first date with her so we should look nice.”

Both men turn when they hear you exit the bathroom and their mouths fall open in shock as their eyes drink you in. Your hair was pulled up into a neat bun displaying a pair of earrings that shimmered when you moved your head. The thin spaghetti straps held up a gorgeous, black, V-neck style dress that just barely touched your ankles. When you nervously shifted your weight, the slit in the fabric exposed your leg up to your mid-thigh showing off some fancy, matching black high heeled shoes.

“What, um, what do you think?”

“You…you…Jesus, I may be underdressed.”, Steve breathily chuckled.

“Eddie?”

“You look beautiful, princess.”

Blushing, you loop your arms into theirs as they escort you out of the hotel. When you three arrive at the restaurant, they watch you in amazement as you talk to the people in charge and an antsy gentleman leads you to a table. Steve pulls out your chair and you thank him as you take a seat.

Both boys straighten up when a man comes out from the kitchen and heads towards you but immediately calm when you smile, assuring them that this is someone you know.

“Miss Y/L/N! It’s been so long, my love! How are things?”

“Things have been rough but they are getting better. Julien, these are my friends AND security, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington.”

They grin as they shake his hand and he returns their smiles with a bright one of his own.

“Who better to watch your back than a friend that loves you, ah? Now, mon amour, should we start with the usual champagne?”

“Oh, no. Um, do you have something without alcohol?”

“Hmm? Oh! How about citron pressé?”

“Sure, I trust you.”, you giggle as you shrug, watching him disappear without asking the guys if that was ok with them. “I have no idea what that is but—what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Both men had been starring at you with a cute, goofy smile plastered on their face.

“Nothing. You’re just adorable.”

“It’s nice seeing this side of you to. You really needed a break, sweetheart.”

The rest of the meal couldn’t be described in any other way beside perfect. They talked to you more about some positive things in their lives trying to keep the mood uplifted. Eddie told you about his love for fantasy related things like D&D which made you laugh when the other man rolled his eyes. Steve surprised you by telling you of some movies he actually really liked.

“Ok you can’t sigh aggressively when I talk about sci-fi fantasy shit but then tell her that one of your favorite movies is Star Wars!”

“It’s completely different, Munson.”

“How!?”

“It’s actually not that different.”

“Thank you, princess!”

“But to be fair, George Lucas said he made Star Wars kind of like a western so Steve may drift more towards that then regular sci-fi.”

“Ok, you’re not on my side anymore. Hush.”, Eddie responds playfully.

You did your best to tell them more happy memories with you and your family but you struggled because it hurt. Every time you stuttered through a story, though, one or both of them would reach for your hand and urge you to continue.

After you were done eating, you kept your word and took them to the Eiffel Tower as it was all lit up. The people in charge cut off a section so you three wouldn’t be noticed or bothered which you greatly appreciated.

“Wow, check out that view.” Steve exhaled as he took a few pictures pausing when he noticed your face as you leaned against the railing. “You alright, honey?”

“Yeah. I just wish I could stay here in this moment. I’m having a lot of fun with you two and I think this is the first time in a long time I’ve actually been…happy.”

Eddie’s palm gently reaches out to run down your back before bringing you to his chest to wrap you up in his embrace.

“I know what you mean. Stop me if I’m wrong Harrington but we’ve never felt like this about anyone before. We really like you, Y/N.”

“We’re all in if you are.”

“You barely know me. What if I fuck up again? What if I hurt you? What if…I’m not what you thought I am?”

“She’s doing that thing again.”, Eddie murmurs to Steve as he releases you and leans against the railing. “It’s like her own brand of self-harm…or maybe self-protection?” He raises his eyebrows inquisitively and you quickly shift your gaze. “Ah yes. There it is. She keeps says ‘What if I’ but what she really means if ‘What if you’.”

“Baby, we’re not asking you to marry us or anything. What we’re asking for is MORE nights like tonight. To be able to take you out more and get to know you better and vice versa. We know you’ve been through a lot and still are. We would never push you like they do.”

“And quite frankly, sweetheart, I don’t think there could be any more surprises because you’ve already showed us you’re not who we thought you were originally.”

“Spoiled, washed up singer.”, Steve explains when you look at them in confusion.

“When it comes to the I’s, babe, we got you covered. You slip again and want to run all over Vegas, we’ll come get you. You have one of those moments where you try to verbally hurt us, don’t worry, we got you. We have ropes and handcuffs for situations like that.” You can’t help but giggle when he winks.

“When it comes to the you’s, you can ask us anything and we’ll answer. If there’s something you need or need to know just let us know and we can talk about it.”

Glancing out towards the city, you feel everything run through your brain at once. You knew from the moment you met them that they were different. You trust them with your life so why were you so scared to trust them with your heart?

Because everyone who’s supposed to love you, hurts you…

Do they even love you? They can’t possibly…like you said they barely even know you. I guess it couldn’t hurt to jump in with both feet.

“Ok. Can we…we keep it between us?”

“We honestly assumed you would because of the press and everything.”, Eddie answers with a small smile.

“I think that’s another reason Simon was with me. He liked the attention from the press.”

“Hm. Well, coming from a small town where everyone was in everyone’s business, trust me, we don’t want that kind of attention.”, Steve retorts as he leans over the railing like you had.

Looping your arm through his, you lean your head against his shoulder as Eddie holds your hand and looks out into the city.

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“I have a request.”

“Oh lord.”, the metalhead playfully sighs making you smile.

“Calm down, Mr. Munson.”, you giggle. “The other night I asked you two to show me how much you care about me…” They nod when you pause, urging you silently to continue. “Can you show me how to take care of you?”

Both men, who were now sitting on the couch in the hotel room looked up at you now with slight confusion.

“When we first got together, you said you liked it rough. The other night you implied there was more to what you both were into. I want to give you what you want.”

“You do, honey.”

“You really do.”, Eddie follows almost too eagerly.

“I still don’t think your ready.”, Steve sighs as he takes off his jacket and starts rolling up his sleeves.

“Isn’t this all about trust? Not only do I trust you two but you should trust me to know my limits. Well…in this regard.”

The other man takes off his jacket as well, removing his button up shirt underneath along with it now donning a white tank that displayed his muscles and tattoos in a way that had you salivating.

“Oh, come on, Stevie. We can start slow. Maybe we can show her what a punishment would look like. Something small for running away and having us worried.”

Steve sighs playfully as he motions with his fingers for you come closer. As you sit beside him on the sofa, he gently pets the back of your head while they both continue to look at you with nothing but care.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just say the safe word, ok?”

“Ok, Steve. I promise.”

He grins as his hand slides down to your back and guides your body till you’re laying across his lap on your tummy. While he flips up the underside of your dress Eddie runs his fingers through your hair, moving any lingering strands away from your face.

“How many you think, Ed? 10?”

“10 sounds good. I think she can handle that.”

As your stomach tightens into knots with nerves, Steve’s palm soothes you as it runs down your spine and over the meat of your ass. Abruptly, it lifted and came down spanking your behind eliciting a shocked gasp from your lips. He didn’t hit you hard as it was meant to test.

“How did that feel, babe?”

“Um, odd but g-good.”

“Has anyone ever spanked you before?”, Eddie asked.

“No. Not like this.”

“Honey, I want you to count for me, ok?”

“O-O-Okay. One.”

His hand come down much harder and this time you let out a little moan especially after Steve soothes you by running his fingers along the reddening skin.

“Two.”

“Good girl, sweetheart.”

He spanks you twice in quick secession and they both let out a groan of their own as you breathily count them off. Steve tugs down your panties, his hand coming back to travel a bit between your legs as your mouth falls open when his thumb slides between your sex.

“Oh, Eddie. Little baby is so wet right now. I think the spanking doesn’t feel so odd anymore, huh?”

When you didn’t answer, ringed fingers gripped your hair tightly and tugged you back.

“He asked you something, your highness.”

“Feels…good…AH! Five!”, you moaned as Steve spanked you again.

Eddie held a tight grip on you as the other boy began steadily rubbing your clit while occasionally delivering a harsh smack to your ass.

“What number are we on, baby? Wouldn’t want Stevie to lose count and have to start all over again.”

“Mmm—Nine—Please, Steve. I’m gonna…”

You didn’t see it but they smirked at each other as he slide two fingers into your core and rapidly pumped them inside of you. Your eyes rolled as the coil snapped and as you moaned his name his hand came down one final time while you panted out that final number.

“Good girl, honey.”, he cooed as he delicately lifted your dress over your head. “Let’s get this off here.” You keened into his neck as he sat you up and placed you in his lap while Eddie ran his palm along your legs. “Did you like it, baby?”, Steve whispered.

“Yeah, I liked it a lot. Did you like it? Spanking me?”

He chuckles under his breath, trying to stifle the moan that wants to come out at the sound of your little voice. Reaching for your hand, he places it directly on the bulge in his slacks.

“I loved it.” Your eyes flutter closed as his lips tenderly trail up your cheek to your ear. “You like that, pretty girl? You like making us feel good?”

“M-More. Please. I can handle more. I swear.”

They glanced at each other mischievously knowing you were all riled up.

“No.”

“Please! I can handle it!” As you begin to whine they smile and you can’t help but laugh. “You’re messing with me?”

“A little. We’re kind of curious in this headspace how far your brat can go.” Eddie’s grin grows as you climb on to his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Do you want me to be more bratty?”

“I think you’re capable of it. I work with you remember?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Hey. In here, honey, you answer us, not the other way around.”, Steve scolded.

The metalhead tries to keep the upper hand as you grind your hips against his own. His eyes remain heavily on yours as he licks his lips to keep any other sounds from escaping.

“In here, sweetheart, we have control.”

“You do out there to!”, you whine as you point absently outside. “Where do I have control?”

“Stop moving.”, he says sternly.

“Make me.”

His eyes grow dark as the smile he was adorning falls from his face.

“Stop. Moving.”

You falter for a second as his voice and demeanor throw you off guard but you remain steadfast as you continue. Steve laughs from your side before Eddie lifts you up with one arm and carries you to the bedroom.

Throwing you on to the mattress, he holds your down with his palm on your chest as he uses his other to unbuckle his belt and free his cock from its confinement.

“If you want to stop, just tap twice, ok?” When you nod, his fingers grip your hair as he hovers his face above yours. “Ok?!”

“Ok! Yes, sir! Tap twice!”

Steve nonchalantly throws himself beside you as he watches Eddie slide his cock into your mouth.

“She’s so fucking stubborn sometimes. I swear.”

While the metalhead takes over thrusting his length down your throat, Steve is always alert, watching you to make sure you really were ok. They genuinely did trust you would say the safe word if you needed but neither boy wanted to push you that far.

“Fuck, princess your mouth feels so fucking good. With all that fucking sass, I’m not sure she deserves our dicks in her pussy tonight, Harrington.”

Eddie tried to control his eyes from rolling back when he felt you groan around him.

“Did you have something you wanted to say?”

“Please. I’m sorry, Eddie. I’ll do whatever you want. I promise I’ll behave.”, you beg as you shift up to your knees and continue stroking him with your hand. “Please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”

Pinching your cheeks between his fingers, he brings your lips to his before firmly pushing you backwards onto the bed.

“Go show Steve how much you’ll behave.”

As you crawl over to the now naked man, you tenderly kiss his stomach making him smile as he strokes your hair. Delicately running your tongue along his slit, he moans as he pulls your hair into a ponytail with his hands and watches you fully take him into your awaiting mouth.

Eddie jostled you around a bit till your ass was fully on display for him and you both whimpered as he guided his cock into your entrance. The warmth of his chest encases you as he leans against your back and kisses your shoulder.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can take him better than that especially with the way you run that sassy mouth.” Taking over Steve’s hold of your hair, he guides your movements making you gag and drool as the man mewls with pleasure. “Atta girl. There you go.”

Eddie rolls his hips hard, roughly nudging against that tender spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back.

“Is that the spot, pretty girl?” Pulling your head, he forces you to look at him. “Is it? Right there?” You struggle to form words as he continues to grind against you. “Answer me, Y/N.”

“Ah! Y-Yes, there. D-don’t stop. Please…”

The metalhead grins as he pushes you back down on Steve’s cock before releasing his hold on your hair to grip your waist as he leans back on his knees and pounds his hips into yours.

“G-Good girl, honey. Fuck. You take us both so well.”, Steve coos as he pets your head.

Eddie’s fingers slide underneath you, rubbing fast circles into your little bundle of nerves, driving you crazy in the best way as you throw you head back in pleasure.

“FUCK! Eddie please!”

Ringed fingers wrap around your throat and pull you up to your knees as you lean against his shoulder.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name again. Who’s making you feel this good?”, he murmurs into your ear as he slams into you harder.

“Eddie! I’m…Eddie, please…”

Your hand takes hold of his wrist as your other clings his hair while your arm wraps around his neck. His fingers move faster to match his pace while you continue chanting his name until the ball drops and your body trembles against him as you cum.

“Fuck me.”, Eddie groans, shoving you back down against the mattress and holding your wrists behind your back as he chases his high.

Grunting above you, his rhythm becomes sloppier and you mewl as you feel him release his seed inside of you.

“Good girl, princess.”, he praised as he gradually pulled out of you and kissed any part of your skin his lips could reach. “It’s Steve’s turn, sweet girl. Whenever you’re ready.”

Your head shot up in search for him and as your eyes met his soft ones, his fingers reached out to caress your sweaty face. When you nod, he motions for you to come closer, taking hold of you under your arms and scooting you both up closer towards the pillows.

“Come here, honey. No, the other way.”, he instructs as you started straddling his waist. After turning away from him, he guides you down till your back his against his chest. One of his strong palms holds on to your chest as his other holds the base of his cock and runs to along your dripping lips between your legs. “Jesus. Eddie made you feel real good, didn’t he, baby?”

Nodding, you turn your head to kiss his cheek and he moans as he breaches your entrance, sheathing himself inside of you with minimal resistance. As he thrusts his hips up against you, his fingers move around to massage your nub as the hand on your chest takes hold of tit making you growl in ecstasy.

“Steve! So…so deep…oh god.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, Y/N?” Picking up his pace, the bed begins to move underneath you as he clings to your sweaty, messy frame. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s our girl. Your pussy is just fucking clinging to me, pretty girl, God damn.”

Pushing up, you balance on your hands as your hips push down to meet his.

“Can you see it? My cock disappearing inside of you?”

“Steve, please. Please!”

Tugging on your hair, he pulls you back against him, hugging your tightly as he thrusts into you harder. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room and your eyes roll back as you drag your nails against his flesh.

“I’m…I’m…”

Without warning, he shoves against your back pushing you up and pulling himself out of you, yanking your hips backwards till your pussy was hovering over his face. Roughly, his hands pushed you back down, urging your lips over his cock as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you still as he his tongue devoured you.

Your hips grinded against him as his head moved quickly from side to side causing you to lift your head and scream as you came. As he continued to lick your clean, you bobbed your head around his length wanting him to feel as good as he had just made you feel.

His grunts reverberated in your cunt as he pumped his hips upwards till you felt rope after rope of his spend hit the back of your throat.

Falling to the side, you both panted till Eddie’s voice broke the silence.

“Yeah, that’s cool. Just put your feet by my face.” You giggled as you lifted your leg and touched his nose with your big toe. “Ew, gross. With these beautiful pedicured, toes. Still purple, I see.”

“I like purple and no one is looking at my feet that closely in an arena style concert.”

“Do you want to take a bath, Y/N, or a shower?”, Steve asks.

“I want to curl up into a cocoon and sleep for 100 years.”

“Ok, bath it is.”, he grinned as he rolled over the side and lifted you into his arms.

While he got everything ready, Eddie’s hands lightly gripped your shoulders and tilted you forward. When your eyes shifted to the mirror, you realized he was looking at your behind.

“It doesn’t hurt. I mean, it’s sore but…”

“I figured. I just need to take a look and make sure you don’t need any ice or anything. I’m sure you’ve noticed but Steve Harrington has big hands so sometimes he unintentionally leaves marks that last for a couple of days.”

“Part of the reason I ask questions.”, he winks as he guides you into the water.

“No one has ever asked me questions before or even done any kind of aftercare. I like it. It makes me feel cared for.

“We do care… a lot.”, Eddie smiles as he holds up your hair while Steve continues to clean you.

“Is this normal for you two? The shared partner thing?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘normal’ but we’ve done it before. Never with a client, however.”, Steve sighs.

“So…this could look bad for everyone if people found out?”

Both men stopped moving as they gave you their full attention.

“Yes. And not just because of the press.”

“People may not hire us anymore if they thought our judgment could be altered when it came to protecting them.”, Eddie followed in a serious tone.

“Are you implying Mr. Munson, that your judgment in keeping me safe has now changed?”

“I’m saying, Y/N, I would take a bullet for you but, for example, us keeping you sober isn’t a part of the security job description. If…If you wanted to get drunk right now we shouldn’t have any say in that…”

“Unless it leads to you roaming Paris in your underwear or makes someone want to hurt you.” Steve glances over your serious face. “What are you thinking, honey?”

“I just…I see what you mean. I wouldn’t want either of you to take a bullet or get hurt because of me. I’d rather it be me…”

It had been a while since you saw their eyes shift into this particular authoritative glow. Steve almost too roughly cupped your cheeks in his hands as he forced you to look at him.

“Don’t ever think or let us hear you say that again. It’s our job to keep you safe not the other way around. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, I understand.”, you whisper as your hands takes hold of his wrists.

“Y/N, like I said, we care about you but if your safety is on the line BECAUSE of us then we would end this right here right now.”

You pushed down the urge to cry at the thought of them leaving you. They had done so much for you in the short time they had been a part of your team.

“I promise I won’t interfere. I trust you both to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes flick to Eddie’s for a moment before he kisses your forehead and lets you go.

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The following Monday, the three of you were sitting in your manager’s office waiting for him as he burst through with Sarah in tow.

“Well, look who decided to finally grace us with her presence. How was the vacation, Y/N?”, Jack sassed. “I don’t know why you two are even here. You’re fired.”, he gestures towards the boys.

“No they aren’t.”

“Excuse me?!”

“I said no they aren’t and you lower your voice when you speak to me!” Sarah smiled from her seat as the men on either side of you contained their excitement for you. “Jack, I’m tired. You were one of the ones that kept pushing me to get sober and now that I’m trying…I shouldn’t be on tour right now especially not with people like Mark shouting at me every 10 seconds. I need time to really have go at this.”

“Y/N…”, he sighed. “We’ve had this tour set up for months. Now I’ve put up with a lot from you but—”

“But nothing. I’m telling you no. I need a break. I can do interviews and keep working on the album. I can do little shows here but I can’t do a country wide tour right now.”

“Y/N, listen to me. Hear me. If you do this, if you cancel this tour, I will be forced to drop you as a client.”

You straighten up as you exhale, tapping into that sassy girl that resides within you.

“So be it. Sarah? Have you thought about being an agent?”

“Me? Oh, um, I mean…”

“You’re honestly the only person I trust who has always had my well-being in mind. I’ll pay you what I pay Jack and then some.”

She smiles as she glances towards your now former agent.

“I guess I just got a promotion.” You both stand, giving her a big hug before she pulls back to cup your face. “I’m really proud of you. I’ll come by later today and we can talk about a statement for the tour.”

“Y/N, please! Don’t do this! Look, why don’t you sit down and we can talk about this rationally.”, Jack begs. As he reaches for your arm to stop you from leaving, Eddie swats it away.

“I’m sorry, sir. You aren’t allowed to touch Miss Y/L/N.”

“But if you would like to speak with her, feel free to call her agent Sarah to set up an appointment.”, Steve grins as they both follow you out of the office.

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Sweet treats! Chap 3!

"Ochaco!? Izuku!?" Your mouth was hanging wide open while looking at the 2 Izuku was now taller than you and very muscular and Ochako's hair had now grown a bit and was the same height as you " It's such a pleasure to see you and what are the odds in a cafe!" She squealed as she hugged you across the register "Heh yeah It seems like I liked baking more than fighting heroes it seemed calmer and safer" "That's completely understandable! Her work can be extremely dangerous and very crazy at times but at least you saving Heros with your treats!"

Ochako chuckled and at her boyfriend's dorky comment while Izuku looked so proud and embarrassed about it "So what have you two been up to? Seen you two on TV a couple of times beating villains I even saw Ochako holding Deku princess-style ~" Ochako and izuku faces were both red in the face at both your teasing smile and at each other "s-shut up! It's not like thatatallhewasjustinjuredtothepointhecantwalkandI-"

"Mochi please-.." she was waving her arms in different directions while Izuku watched trying to calm her down "Heh anyways what would you like to have!" They looked around "Can I have the sugar-frosted cookies strawberry and birthday cake flavor please!" "And I'll have 2 of the jumbo cinnamon rolls!" You happily wrote it down and strolled away in the back with our shoes on wheels the couple was watching your every move almost like they were mesmerized by the way you hummed happily to yourself talking to a pink-haired boy!? Was he ur boyfriend? Were you dating? They had so many questions

"OK! They'll be ready in a few minutes if that's ok?" They quickly were snapped back into their thoughts and gave you a quick smile "That's amazing also who's that boy you were talking to?" Ochako's tone turned a bit serious izuku gave her a nervous glance before he could say anything "Oh, maharu? He's a friend of mine! My grandmother offered him to work there to earn some money!"

Ochako softened her gaze a bit and smiled "Oh well I bet he's doing an amazing job!" Izuku signed in relief but still showed a look of concern, as you and Ochako were happily chatting with each other izuku was busy in his thoughts, as much as he and Ochako missed you he didn't make you uncomfortable and blew their cover they had to do this in a slow past or it'll-

a ding snapped out of his thoughts and Ochako gently shook his shoulder "Izu we got our pastries! Aren't they pretty?" She smiled at the beautifully decorated sweets in a cute box-like container "Oh! Uh yeah, they're pretty! And I bet they're very tasty as well!" He smiled while looking at the treats he wasn't lying they looked absolutely amazing he didn't even wanna eat it!

Ochako and Izuku looked at each other ochako did a pleading eye and izuku playfully rolled his eyes and nodded "so Y/n I was wondering if you have free tim-"

"OMG IT DEKU AND URAVAITY" A bunch of people who seemed to be fans were cheering, taking pictures, and squealing holding out papers and items to sign you were surprised about the sudden appearance

"Fuck.." mochiko hissed under her breath while Izuku was busy trying to calm the situation down by quickly signing autographs "Aw well we'll see you later y/n it was such nice meeting you again" Byee!- HOLD ON WAIT!" You dashed to get a piece of paper and wrote a few numbers down "It's my phone number just in case you wanna come to chat with me! Ochako's eyes beamed and a big smile was plastered on her face "Thanks y/n I will! And see you later- hey now one at a time! Ochako smiled while trying to get the fans to calm down and stop overwhelming her boyfriend

You giggled and lazily waved at your former classmates while they were surrounded by fans

Later that night as you and your friends were walking down the street towards your homes maharu and Ziki were arguing about which ice cream, the flavor was better and Kitkari was ranting to you about her ex-boyfriend suddenly you felt a chill up your spine somebody was watching you kitkari notice this and gently put a hand on your shoulder "Hey you ok?" Maharu and Ziki stopped and looked behind the two of you "Yeah I just felt like someone was watching me but it's fine " you jokingly said trying not to sound scared your friends looked concerned

"Want us to spend the night with you?" "Us!? I ain't about to get slashed by Jason Voorhees" "DUMBASS HE ONLY KILLS PEOPLE IN CRYSTAL COVE" Kitkari rolled his eyes while seeing two of his friends fight "It's ok y/n we won't let anyone happen to your promise!" You felt calmer and made a small smile "ok then let's go to my place I'm sure Xin won't mind do you, boy?" Xin mewed and was resting on your shoulders the 4 of you walked away smiling laughing and goofing ur friends may be crackheads but they're the sweetest crackheads you could've asked for

?????: I hid in the bushed quietly while watching my gum drop and her little friends walked off into your house "sneaking into the bushes again #&%&=#*$? I looked behind to see my boyfriend #$%<^[< "$%^* will get very worried for you, you know she doesn't like you stalking y/n without her especially late at night" I groaned I know but I wanna see if they're safe and sound $%^& wouldn't mind &$^<^[< rolled his eyes

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #platonic yandere #bnha fluff #tw stalking

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Army elvis smut and the condom breaks (Reader doesn’t get pregnant) but it causes them both to freak out

Ohmygod. Why does this remind me of that story with Scotty, Bill, and Elvis (apparently the first time he had sex), the condom broke and he took the poor girl to the hospital so they could douche her. LMFAOO. Thank you so much for this request! ❤️

Elvis invited a few of his army over to his house where they had brought over a few girls. You weren't sure at first about coming to this little get together, but your friends insisted especially because Elvis Presley was the host. You didn't want to pass up an opportunity to meet Elvis, but it seemed a little too good to be true. But you finally agreed to go with them. How bad could it be? There wasn't going to be many people there and honestly a chance to meet Elvis would be a riot. You quickly ran off to your room to get ready, deciding to wear a pink plaid swing dress with kitten heels. You weren't sure what to do with your makeup or hair just in case Elvis Presley did make an appearance, you wanted to look your best. Once you had all gotten ready and headed out your friends couldn't stop squealing and giggling over the fact that they were going to Elvis' house.

When you finally arrived you had looked around at some of the guys and so far there was no sign of Elvis. Why would he have a party and not be here? You hung out and drank cokes and some of your friends were already pairing off with some of the guys, but you had no interest in any of them. You honestly just wanted to maybe get Elvis' autograph if he showed up and then go home, because you really didn't want to be there. Meanwhile Elvis was upstairs in his room dressed in his army uniform that he loved to wear even when he wasn't on duty, he was deciding whether to join the party or not. He was the one who decided on it, but he was suddenly not feeling up to it. But he knew that it would be rude not to, so he headed down hesitantly. You continued to sip on your coke and now one of the guys at the gathering was chatting you up and you didn't want to be rude so you politely spoke with him. You were becoming restlessly because it was obvious the guest of honor that everyone was waiting for was never going to show up, then suddenly a man was emerging from upstairs and it was the man himself.. Elvis Presley.

You quickly sat up from your seat the moment he walked in and your friends were just as starstruck as you. You thought it was a bit odd he was wearing his uniform, but he looked so handsome that it didn't even matter. "Uh, hello, sorry I was getting ready." Elvis said softly with a smile. Your friends completely swooning over him, while you couldn't even find the words, but his buddies from the army just spoke to him as if he was just some normal guy off the street. He looked in your direction and smiled at you. You felt like you could faint right there as you let out an embarrassing giggle, covering your mouth quickly. He chuckled because of it and shook his head with a sly grin as he went over to sit down in a chair, he was not what you were expecting he was sorta quiet and shy and watched as everyone chatted and he kept looking over at you every chance he could go and you could quickly look away. He suddenly was whisked away to the kitchen by some of his friends because his grandmother had made some snacks for everyone.

You felt warm all of a sudden and you could feel how red your face was there was no way you'd be able to ask him for his autograph, you could hardly look at him. You plopped back down on the couch completely flabbergasted by the whole ordeal. Elvis hung out with the guys a bit as they talked and he would peek here and there into the living room where you and your friends were sitting with a couple other guys and he would stare at you, wanting to ask who you were. He hadn't really dated any girls or anything of that nature since he been in Germany, not that he didn't want to he just hadn't found anyone that really caught his eye. But you certainly caught his tonight especially with that cute giggle of yours that he couldn't get out of his mind now. He placed his hand on his friends shoulder, and gestured into the living with a nod of his head. "Who's that girl in the pink dress?" he whispered. "Oh, that's Y/N, she's friends with the other girls. I don't really know her that well. She's a looker, though." his friend says. "Mm, she sure is.." Elvis hummed.

"Did you want me to introduce you to her?" the friend asked, noticing Elvis' interest in you and how he couldn't keep his eyes off you. "Uh.." he said softly, running his hand over his hair nervously. "Yeah, sure, okay." he nodded. His friend smile and nodded and he walked off to get you. You looked up when his friend was standing in front of you. "Y/N, Elvis would like to meet you." he said in a hushed tone. Your eyes widen and you looked over to where Elvis was standing and he was staring at you and then you looked up at the man before you. "Why? Why me?" you said a bit confused, your heart racing. "You caught his eye, I guess." he said with a shrug. "Come on." he pushed. "Okay, okay.." you mumbled as you got up from the couch, soothing out your dress and exhaling softly, your friends watching in shock and excitement for you as you were led over to Elvis. His friend suggesting for the other guys to get lost to give the two of you a little privacy. "Elvis this is Y/N." he says before making his own exit. You stared up at Elvis not knowing what to say, playing with your hands nervously.

"Hi." he said with a smile. "Hi.." you whispered, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. Elvis peered into the living room where everyone was watching the two of you and he looked back at you, clearing his throat and he placed his hand on your waist moving you with him out of sight from everyone. You raised an eyebrow at him, swallowing harshly from the feeling of his hand on you that was making you feel things you hadn't felt in a while. "Sorry, I would like to be able to talk to you without pryin' eyes." he said softly. "So.. How old are ya, honey?" he said with a smile. "22.." you said quietly, glancing down at his hand that was still carefully placed around your waist and now his grasp was tight and you inhaled sharply. "Man.. You're beautiful.." he said with a soft chuckle as his eyes looked you over. "Thank you." you said softly, feeling your face becoming red hot again. "Uh, did you wanna go up to my room? So we can have more privacy to talk and maybe listen to records.." he asked with a boyish grin.

You furrowed your brow there was no way the two of you were just going up there for that. You had no self control and you knew it. The way he was making you feel there was no possible way to say no to him if things did go further in his room. "Well.. Do ya?" he hummed. "Sure.. But what about your friends?" you asked, not really caring but he was the host. He shrugged, peeking into the living room and seeing them being entertained with your friends. "They won't notice. C'mon.." he smiled. You nodded as he led the way and the two of you snuck upstairs to his bedroom. You more nervous than before the moment you stepped foot into this bedroom, looking around and it not being what you had pictured at all but it was cute. You watched Elvis go over and put a record on and turning the volume up a bit and then he went over to shut the door. "Please sit. You don't need to be shy.. I'm not gonna hurt ya." He said assuringly. You nodded and sat down on his bed and watching him as he unbuttoned his uniform jacket and you bit down on your bottom lip watching him take it off before coming over to sit beside you, getting a hold of yourself and snapping back into reality.

The two of you sat there giving each other awkward glances and you could feel the bed shifting as he scooted closer beside you, his hand touching yours that rested on the bed and you slowly pulled it back, clearing your throat. "Sooo.. How long are you in Germany for?" you asked as the silence loomed over the two of you. "Two years.." he answered lowly. "Oh, do you like-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before his lips had crashed against your own and your hands quickly flying up to press against his chest to push him back. "What's the matter, baby?" he asked a bit shocked that you were denying him. You stared at him wanting to just yell at him like you would any other guy. But he was not any other guy. He was Elvis and just him touching you, and even the feeling of his lips for that brief second was eating you up inside and making you feel crazy. "Is everything okay?" he asked now a bit concerned.

"Screw it.." you mumbled under your breath and you grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and pulled him toward you as your lips crashed against one another and he wrapped his arms around you as your kiss deepened and your arms slipped around his broad shoulders as you pulled one another closer until your bodies were pressed up against one another as you kissed and you let out a soft moan against his lips when you felt his tongue slip into your mouth and he slowly laid you down onto his bed until he was hovering above you, his lips devouring yours in such a passionate and seductive kiss that it caused him to groan against your lips softly. He moved in between your legs as his hands ran along the curves of your body and groping and squeezing every inch of you. You carefully kicked your heels off and spread your legs open more for him so he was completely in between them.

You could feel his growing bulge pressed right up against you as he laid right on top of you and the weight of him pressed so firmly against you only made you want him more. His hands moving to grab a hold of your dress and he forced it up until your panties were exposed to him and you let out a soft gasp from his roughness and he glanced down to get a peek at your white panties which caused a wide smirk to form on his lips and you could hear him unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. You placed your hands against his chest and carefully pushed him back some as you took a deep breath. "Wait.. Wait.." you said softly. "Is something wrong? Do you want me to stop, baby?" he asked. "No.. um.. do you have a condom? I just.. I don't usually do things like this.." you whispered. He smiled and nodded at your words, reaching over into his bedside table and he rummaging through the drawer until he got his hands on the condom, holding it up. "Always prepared.." he laughed. You giggled softly.

When he sat up you sat up right with him, watching him rip the wrapping of the condom open with his teeth and you began to unzip the side of your dress and then slowly tugging it off and pushing it to the side quickly and he smirked at the sight of you in your bra and panties as he pulled the condom out of the wrapper. You blushed from the way he was staring at you and you slowly reached your hands up to undo his tie, slipping it off and then unbuttoning his shirt and tugging it off of him, licking over your lips as you ran your hands over his bare chest. He grinned and as he pushed his pants off with such excitement and you giggled seeing that he had no underwear on and his cock springing out right in front of you. You watched as he slowly slide the condom on and then he reached over to hook his fingers beneath the fabric of your panties and tugging them off you, biting down on his bottom lip at the sight of pussy that was already dripping wet for him and you couldn't help but blush so hard as his eyes fixated on it and he climbed back on top of you prompting you to lay back against the pillows, your hands running along his shoulders and down his arms slowly as you stared at him

"Is this your first time?" he whispered softly. You shook your head slowly. "I-I've only done it once before.." you mumbled. He smiled warmly at your words, nodding as he leaned down and kissed you his teeth gazing against your bottom lip as his hands ran along your thighs and grasping them in his big hands and wrapping them around his waist and tugging you forward and you let out a soft gasp as you felt his cock hit up against you and he wrapped his hand around himself and slowly guided himself inside of you the moment you felt him enter you a soft whimper escaped your lips and you inhaled sharply from the feeling and he groaned softly against your lips as he pushed his way in deeper, feeling you clenching around his throbbing cock and he completely bottomed out inside of you which caused a loud moan escape you matching the tone of his soft groans. Your arms wrapping around his torso and your hands grasping at his back as you clung to him. He began to thrust his hips against yours at a steady and slow pace and you titled your head back against the pillows as your moans grew louder, he buried his face into your neck as he groaned and grunted lowly the faster he began to slam his hips into yours. "So f-fuckin' tight..." he mumbled between his noises.

He plowed himself into you deeper and with each thrust he made his cock only forced you to open up more around him and taking every inch of him as he hit against your walls. Your thighs tighten around him and your nails digging into his back as your bodies slammed against one another and moved in the same tune and you moaned his name on your lips softly. "Oh go-.. E-Elvis.." you moaned out loudly, his name leaving your lips like your mantra. You could feel his soft lips giving your neck sloppy wet kisses and he kept one hand on your right thigh and he squeezed it tight as his other hand gripped at the bed post tight until he was practically white knuckling it from how hard he was grasping at it. His thrusts only got rougher and harder as he picked up the pace until he had his bed rocking so fast that you could hear the noises as it hit against the hardwood floor. All the while having no idea that because of how rough he was being and losing control a bit inside of you that the condom had broke.

You could already feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach and growing rapidly fast he was hitting all the right spots within you. You couldn't even remember what your first time had felt like because of the way he was fucking you, so rough but gentle at the same time. His hips stirred and his cock twitching inside of you. "Ah shit.. I'm gonna cum, baby.." he groaned into your ear. You felt his hand squeezing so tight around your thigh that his horseshoe ring was digging into your skin and you let out a small hiss between your moans and you heaved as your eyes shut tight and your hands reached up tangle in his tussled hair as you approached your orgasm and coincidentally he had reached his own that the moment you both were about to cum he lifted his head up reached up grab your face roughly, forcing your eyes to open which is exactly what he wanted. He wanted you looking at him when you both came, the both of your noises growing louder as your lips hovered over one another, you moaned into each other's mouths, so sure that if anyone downstairs were listening they could hear everything. His hand was holding onto the bed post so tight that he nearly hurt his hand and with one more swift thrust that was the moment your orgasms came crashing down the both of you came so hard that you made a mess on him.

His hips bucked against yours as he emptied himself into the condom or so he thought until his movements had come to a stop and he collapsed on top of you for a moment trying to catch his breath and you exhaled sharply, staring up at the ceiling as your hands ran over his back slowly, catching your breath. He finally sat up and reached down to pull himself out of you and his eyes widen at the sight of the condom that had completely broke and some of his cum was seeping out of you the moment he pulled out. "Oh shit.." he mumbled. You raised an eyebrow hearing his words. "What?" you asked curiously, sitting up on your elbows. "Um.. the condom.. it broke.." he said nervously. "What!? H-How?!" you said panicked. "I-I don't know! I.. You should be okay, I think.. There's not a lot.." he said not really knowing what to do. You pushed him away from you and quickly ran into the bathroom to try to clean yourself. Elvis got up, pulling the condom off, slipping his pants back on and running to the bathroom, knocking on the door. "Y/N? I'm sorry, I didn't.. What do we do?" he asked becoming panicked now. "I don't know! I think I got most of it.. But I don't know.." you said softly. "Should we.. Should I take you to the hospital? Maybe they can do something?" he suggested. "Like what?! No, that would be so embarrassing! Ugh!" you yelled.

He rested his forehead up against the bathroom as he let out a worried sigh, trying to figure out what to do. Neither of you were ready for a baby, you hardly knew each other to begin with to even have a kid. As he stood there he could hear you start the shower and you did your best to clean most of his cum that got inside of you, shaking your head at your stupidity for even having sex with him. You just couldn't show some self control.. You just had to fuck him.. He stood by the door the entire time until you finished showering, he backed away quickly as soon as you swung the door open and you walked out wrapped up in his towel and you could see the worried look on his face. You let out a soft exhale. "Let's not freak out.. It wasn't a lot. So maybe we're okay." you nodded trying to not show your own worries. "You think so?" he mumbled. "Mhm.. I cleaned pretty throughly, so maybe we'll have nothing to be worried about." you shrugged. He let out a soft sigh, nodding. "I'm sorry." he said softly. You shook your head at his words. "It's not your fault. I'm sure this happens to a lot of people." you said assuringly. "Probably." he mumbled as he sat down on his bed.

You went looking for your clothes and he watched you picking them up and as you walked by him he grabbed a hold of waist stopping you. "Where ya goin'?" he asked. "I thought I'd get dressed and maybe head back downstairs.." you said softly. He shook his head. "Stay up here with me." he mumbled, grabbing the clothes that were in your hands and setting them aside. You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you stared into those gorgeous baby blues as he gave you those puppy dog eyes. "Please?" he asked. "I'm not fucking you again if that's what you think." you teased. That made him laugh hard. "I'm not askin' ya too.. I think it's for the best if we didn't after the scare we just had." he shook his head before he let go of you of you and laid down in his bed, scooting over to make room for you and patting the spot beside him. You climbed into bed with him as you held onto the towel that was still wrapped around you and you laid beside him, glancing over at him and then up at the ceiling and he reached over to take your hand into his, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Thanks for the fun night and the mini scare.." he chuckled. You raised an eyebrow, staring over at him now and catching his gaze. "Yeah, you can thank your shitty condom for that.." you laughed. "Well, it has been sittin' awhile believe it or not.. I don't bring too many girls up here and I certainly don't fuck them the first night we meet." he laughed.

"Mm, I guess I just got lucky.." you rolled your eyes. "Mhm.. You might be even luckier if ya didn't clean all of me outta ya." he started laughing and you playfully hit him, rolling your eyes. "That's not funny." you grumbled. The two of you laid there in silence holding hands and cuddling up against each other, not admitting that though you were joking about it the two of you were still worried.

I wasn't sure how to end this. But I hope I did it justice for you!

#elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis x you #elvis x y/n #elvis smut #elvis fluff #requested

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astridthevalkyrie · 11 months

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chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 1

“You’ve died twice? From clocks?” “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: lady gaga mentions all over :) i know mha is set in the future but i didn’t feel like inventing some fictional artist in the future so, you know. whateva. i am a lady gaga fan.

warnings: afab reader with she/her pronouns. FOUL language, reader curses so much, and just general rudeness, lots of death because reader is morbid, chapter warnings will be added to each chapter

“You like the song Poker Face.”

“Um, duh?” Hawks gives you a lopsided grin. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“No.” Your eyes dim. “I don’t. But that doesn’t matter. You’re about to be really happy in two seconds.”

Sometimes you say two seconds as a kind of placeholder time, like if your mother was telling you to come downstairs to eat or if a civilian wanted an autograph in the midst of you taking a photo with another one. But in this case, it’s literal. 1, 2, and—

“Oh, hey!” The hero’s eyes brighten as the tune starts, bopping his head to the rhythm almost immediately. The sound comes from the mall you two are walking by. “Nice guess, Nightingale. Unless you requested it specifically for me.” He gives you the famous wink, punctuated with a single finger gun.

“How would I? You never told me that you liked it. Send a feather over there, that kid’s about to fall.”

Like a real hero, his head sharply turns the same time a feather shoots out, right as a child stumbling on a skateboard falls back. The back of his shirt nudging him back up, the kid waves shakily, stammering thank you, Hawks! thank you! even though the shitty birdbrain would have missed it if you didn’t call it first.

“You could have stopped that too if you saw it first. Why let me take the credit? In a generous mood today, are we?”

“No.” You cross your arms. “It’s just he thinks girl heroes are lame. Sexist little shit. I should have let him fall. It’s fucking hilarious when he does.”

This time Hawks cocks (ha, rhyme) his head, looking more avian than usual. “You know him?”

“Sure. I know him. Someone in a pirate costume is about to turn the street.”

And so he does. “Okay, Nightingale, you’re freaking me out.”

With a sigh, you begin a flurry of wind under you. “You go left, I’ll go right!”

“Wha—”

The ground breaks right as the beat drops. Out of the road a man with a large clock tattoo on his neck emerges, at the top of a loony machine. Several people scream (no he can’t read my POKER FACE she’sgottolovenobody), and like real pros, both you and Hawks are up in the air in an instant. Somehow he’s quicker than you, even still. Well, fuck it—you’re not a literal fucking bird, are you?

“You go left, I’ll go right!” Hawks shouts, and then a second later, “Huh?”

Ha. Little birdie’s confused, you wonder if his head will do a full 180. That would be cool and gross at the same time. More gross. You hope he doesn’t do that.

“I am Clockworth, the clock villain!” both the man from the ground and you shout at the same time. When his eyes gape in your direction, you flip him the bird. The snot-nosed skateboard kid points up like a dope, like you’re some fucking. Spectacle sight that is going to keep him safe no matter what.

“What’s going on?” Hawks, pointedly not at the right, as you catch the boulder that goes flying down in the wind. “Did you get a tip about this?”

“Would that make me know what you were going to say?”

“Dunno, maybe you’re just intuitive.” i wanna roll with him a hard pair we will BE

“I didn’t get a tip, shitbrain.”

“Rude,” he quips. “Then?”

“I’m reliving—”

Another boulder that neither he nor you see coming smashes into. your goddamn face.

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“—the same day over and over again.”

One punch to the wind and the boulder breaks, crumbling into tiny rocks that litters down Hawks’ wings. He brushes the smoke out of his face.

“Cool.” Then he’s zooming away, nine wings spreading out in different ways to evacuate the six fucks who think they’re so cool spectating instead of running.

No no, Hawks is not going to be chill about this, that’s what you’re here to do. You just dropped a bomb on him, and he is going to be surprised if you have to beat the surprise into him yourself.

“You don’t believe me. The biggest trauma of my life and you don’t believe me.”

“How can I after fuck-with-Hawks day?”

“Fuck-with-Hawks day,” you whisper dreamily. You wish you were reliving fuck-with-Hawks day, you’d never want to wake up notthatthisisadream. “Sure, but I don’t fuck with Hawks on non-fuck-with-Hawks days. Aerial wheel!” The hell was up with calling out the names of your moves in the first place? To strike fear? Clockworth wasn’t-that-the-name-of-the-thing-in-Beauty-and-the-Beast Villain Man doesn’t look scared as he fires off the tiny clocks he keeps producing straight out of his head.

“You absolutely fuck with Hawks on non-fuck-with-Hawks days.” Two swords in his hands now. Predictable, even without the time loop thing. “Okay, fine, I’ll bite. Answer a few questions for me.”

“Sure.” Not like you’re fighting a villain in the meantime.

“How many times have you relived today?”

“Ten. No, shit, eleven. Fuck! I was going to tell you yesterday (or yestoday) and that would have been perfect but now it’s the fucking eleventh day.”

“Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?”

“Got killed.”

Hawks barks out a laugh, slamming his full weight into the machine carrying Cogsworth Clockworth. “During this fight? That’s embarrassing for you. You’re talking about trauma, what do you think the other me had to go through seeing your dead body?”

“Way to make it about yourself. Oh, die,” you snap irritably when a tiny clock hits you on the cheek. It doesn’t even sting. Goddamn useless quirk.

“Harsh.”

“Not you, dipshit.”

“Ah. Proceed. Anyways, next question. Do you know how to beat this guy?”

i'mnotlyingi'mjuststunninwithmylovegluegunning stupid as SHIT lyrics. “Yeah, keep hacking away at the fucking thing. You break through it eventually. Sometimes. I assume all the time. Two out of eleven times I haven’t actually seen you do it.”

Something about knowing the future does wonders to a man’s vigor and strength. With the backend of his sword-feather, Hawks finally stabs through it, right as you finally shoot a burst of wind strong enough to knock CLOCK BOZO down.

“You’ve died twice? From clocks?”

“I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!”

Yanking on the man’s hair, you force him down, keeping both your legs away from any sweeping risks (the first time had been embarrassing enough. Never again.)

Wingspan shorter but not too short, Hawks lands in front of you, holding the struggling villain down as you tie his hands together. “Okay, one more question.”

“Only one? My lucky day.”

“Why tell me, and why tell me now?”

Mockingly, you hold up two fingers. You don’t know how bird elementary school works, but the Oxford comma won’t disguise that he merged two questions into one.

“I believe you. C’mon, you can give me two answers.” Hawks tilts his head with his kicked-puppy pet-me feed-me-a-treat wouldn’t-look-bad-whimpering look.

“Okay, fine. I’m telling you now because I’ll toss myself into the sun if I don’t tell someone, and I’m telling you because…” Sirens fill the air, signaling the police have arrived. Not that you were all that tense before, but your shoulders relax a little. They’ll take him away and you and Hawks can have a nice little talk so you can steal his ideas on how to get the hell out of this then pretend they’re your own the following day.

“I’m telling you because you’re always there.” Not in the he’s a hero way, not in the your quirks compliment each other and that’s why you’re always paired together way, not in the he’s the closest thing you have to a best friend way, not even in the feeling safe when he gives you a reassured smile way. “There’s two constants. Doesn’t matter what I do. One is that you’ll be a part of my day, and the other is that I’ll die before the clock hits midnight.”

For the first time since you’ve broken the news to him, Hawks looks genuinely concerned. It gives you a sick pleasure. “You die every single time?”

“The villain’s still alive!”

“No, you idiot, he’s tied up!”

Bang, goes the bullet into your stomach.

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“Yeah,” you groan, slumping forward next to your cup of coffee, “every single time.”

Hawks whistles lowly, placing a single hand over you to pat your head. “She’s good,” he says to the waitress, in his stupid, charming, beautiful tone, “But she’ll take another coffee. Best start a tab.”

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami x you #takami keigo x you #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #boku no hero academia x you #ckc fic #valkyrie stories

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cindersfireplace · 4 months

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Robaire's Dilemma Part 2

*Later after dinner*

Taeyoung: The pizza was good.

Aaron T: I told you this restaurant was great!

Jesse: Thanks for the recommendation T. Now who wants to help me clean up the table?

*Taeyoung and Aaron T look at each other then stare at Jesse silently*

Jesse: You could at least pretend to volunteer.

Robaire: I'll help you Jesse 😊

Jesse: No, not you Robaire. I'm pretty sure you have something to do already *jerks his head in Aaron Z’s direction*

Aaron Z: I can help out. On another note, do any of you know what happened to my basketball? I was using on the court downstairs, but now I can't find it.

*Everybody shakes their head including Robaire which Jesse glares at him for*

Aaron Z: That's weird, maybe I'll check the hotel lost and found. Oh right I almost forgot before we leave the table I have to get something.

*Aaron Z walks into the other room returning with a cake*

Aaron T: Oooooh don't mind if I do.

Aaron Z *slaps hand* it's not for you T.

Taeyoung: What about me?

Aaron Z: No Tae not you either maybe next time, and not Jesse either…it's for Robaire.

Taeyoung, Jesse, and Aaron T: ROBAIRE!?!?

Robaire: Me!?

Aaron Z: Well yeah. I know how busy you've been recently with the band and I wanted to show my appreciation. I know we don't always (or ever) see eye to eye but we wouldn't be doing this whole band thing without you so here you go *holds out the cake*

Robaire: Aww man that's so sweet of….wait… I know what you're trying to do.

Aaron Z: What?

Jesse: Yeah Robaire, what?

Robaire: You're trying to get back at me and instead of just yelling like you usually do you crafted this very beautifully made pastry to poison me because you're mad I accidentally got your favorite autographed basketball flattened by a car! What did you put in here huh? Charcoal? Laxatives? Cyanide?

Aaron Z: …you did what?

Robaire: Y-you didn't know?

Aaron Z: ROBAIRE! 😡😡😡

Robaire: Alright then this is awkward…can I at least get a 10 second head start?

Aaron Z: 5

Robaire: but-

Aaron Z: 4

Robaire: *Starts running away* Please don't hurt my face, it's my money maker!

Aaron Z: 1!

*Races after him*

*The next day*

*Jesse find Aaron Z eating a plate of pancakes*

Jesse: I'm really sorry about your ball Z I'm sure we can get it fixed.

Aaron Z: Hmmm…oh I know.

Jesse: I know it was one of a kind.

Aaron Z: Oh I wouldn't say that…

Jesse: I know it means a lot to y- wait what do you mean?

Aaron Z: That wasn't my autographed ball, it was one I bought from the sports store down the street. I keep my favorite one in my room at all times

Jesse: Then why did you get so mad at Robaire?

Aaron Z: Just to teach him a lesson.

I knew he did it. I just needed to guilt him into confessing.

Jesse: So you made Robaire panic for no reason?

Aaron Z: Oh not no reason look at it this way now he learned not to touch anybody (namely my) stuff without asking, and it worked.

Jesse: How so?

Aaron Z: It at least worked in making my life easier. For starters he made me this plate of pancakes, and he agreed to help me with all the band's choreography if I agreed to stop chasing him.

Jesse: Z that plan is downright diabolical.

Aaron Z: It worked, didn't it?

*Jesse's staring off into space*

Aaron Z: Yo Jess.

Jesse: Sorry I was just wondering what stuff I own that’s easily breakable.

#4town #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town aaron z #4townie

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this-is-all-unreal · 11 months

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My Dear Friend

Part 6

Masterlist

Warning: mention of drugging, kidnap, and death.

I had backed myself up against thee Superman. He wasn't looking at me though, he was looking at the two men.

"Why don't you fellas go to a different alley?" Superman said with a friendly smile. The men didn't stick around long enough to say much else they hightailed it out of the alley. I took a step away from him once the men were gone.

"This guy's such a nerd." I didn't say anything as I started to walk off.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" He asked as he walked beside me. I knew he worked closely with Bruce in the justice league. I didn't want this odd encounter to become watercooler talk for them and give Bruce any clue where I was.

"No, I'm okay." I say as I walk quicker. He doesn't seem to change his pace but has somehow got in front of me. I have to stop I don't bump into him again

"Think I could-"

"No." I say softly to my friend.

"I just want to make sure you are alright. You're soaked to the bone."

I took the blanket and wrapped it around me. I don't respond to him and keep my head down.

"What if I can find you some new clothes? Would you change out of those?

"That's a great idea. Bruce will be looking for these burgundy pajamas. Let him take you to some clothes." I keep my head down but nod.

"Great, there is a store just up the street." He said as he held out his hand. I looked at it for a second but took it. It was so warm. We walked out of the alley. If I wasn't getting Strange looks before I definitely was now.

"What kind of clothes do you like?" He asks but I don't say anything back. "Not big on small talk that's okay." He said as he opened the door to some kind of thrift store. "Okay stay right here I'm going to see what I can do." He said as he left me in a corner of the store. He walked up to the counter and pointed back at me as he talked to the lady working. She smiled and nodded as she went to the back. She returned with some clothes. He waved me over and I shuffled my way to them.

"These should fit you. The changing room is right here." The lady said as she walked me to the small stall. She handed over the clothes and shut the door. I changed into the jeans and tee-shirt and stepped out.

"Fit okay?" He asked and I simply nodded. "Are you sure the pajamas will cover the cost of the outfit?" he asks, looking over at the lady.

"Oh definitely. Go find some shoes and maybe a jacket too. She's gonna freeze out there." She says as she goes in the stall to get the wet pajamas.

He asked her if she was sure and the conversation trailed as I walked to the shoes. I was desperate to get something on my feet. I found a pair of sneakers and put them on. Superman brought over a jacket. After signing an autograph for the lady. I walked out of the store once I was sure the jacket fit. He hurried after me.

I got a small coughing fit as we stepped back out into the cold air. I hunched over as I covered my mouth. He patted my back like I was a baby. I pulled away.

"That sounds bad. How long were you outside?" He asked as he took his hand away.

"I'm okay, I just have to get home." I say quickly as I manage to get the coughing to stop.

"You can speak, great. Do you want me to take you home? I'm sure your folks are worried about you." He says as he walks in front of me. I shake my head.

"No, I can walk it, it's not very far at all. Just up the road." I say pointing. He looked in the direction I pointed.

"Odd, that street is all office buildings." He says looking back at me.

"Yeah I mean past the street."

"Past that is the restaurant district." He says as he crooks an eyebrow.

"Hurt his feelings. This boy scout gets off on others loving and needing him. Tell him to go to hell he will leave." I didn't like the idea of telling Superman off. He can crush a bus with one hand. But it did sound like it might work. He is supposed to be the nicest person ever. He will feel bad and leave.

"P-piss off. I want to walk alone and I don't need some ch-chimp in tights to help m-" a cough cut me off. "I don't want or need your help" I say in a horst voice.

"That was pathetic" it really was but his eyebrows turned up and pushed together as he looked at me. It was confusion and hurt maybe.

"Did I do something to offend you?" He asked. I shook my head knowing if I spoke I was sure another cough would come out. He stared at me for a second. "Is someone hurting you? Is that why you are lashing out?" He asked as he tried to take a step closer. He wasn't far off. I wasn't being hurt but there is a reason I was lashing out. I stare at him for a second before walking past him. Maybe he wouldn't follow if I just didn't give him anymore interactions. So I began to walk I wasn't sure if he was behind me.

"Is he still there?"

"Shut up idiot! He has superhuman hearing. Just keep walking." I curled my lips into my mouth forgetting all about his hearing. "Okay he flew off." I took a deep breath and sighed but it was interrupted by another coughing fit. "That's getting worse."

"No it's not." I say as I catch my breath again. I continued walking. I saw a big map of the subways and saw Central City was closest and was west. So I began to walk in that direction.

"I'm going to steal a bus pass."

"No, just wait a bit, we are fine. I don't know why you are always so eager to steal." I take a seat on a bench and rest. A man in a suit sits down next to me. I didn't pay him much mind.

"Margaret don't move. Don't let him know you know but that's Superman. What, he thinks if he puts on some glasses we wouldn't recognize him give me a break." I keep my head still but I slowly look over at him. He did have glasses on but I couldn't see alot of his face. Maybe it was him. The guy was big enough to be. I stood up and walked away. I walked to a random alley and walked into it. I crouched behind a dumpster and waited. Sure enough the man in a suit came into the alley and looked around for a second. He shook his head and started to unbutton his shirt. Underneath was his big S on his chest. It really was him

Without warning a cough came hurtling out of my mouth. In a second the dumpster was lifted in the air. Superman stood above me, dumpster in hand. I was too scared to speak.

"Why are you hiding?" He asked, sounding frustrated.

"Why were you following me?"

"I wasn't, I was just…." He sighed and set the dumpster down. "I was just worried. Look, can I just take you home. I don't feel right leaving a kid alone in the city. And how much did you see before you coughed?"

"Not a thing I had my head down." I didn't know if he believed me.

"Ask him to fly us to Central City. It will be faster than the subway or bus."

"I actually lied, I don't live down the street. I live in Central City. Is that too far to take me?" I ask as I smile up at him. I didn't like how easy lying was becoming. He thought for a second.

"What were you doing in Metropolis? Why were you In pajamas?"

"I was um running away from home. But I changed my mind and want to go home." He looked down at me with a skeptical eye.

"Are you sure you want to go home?" He asked as he leaned down to eye level with me. I nod and smile

"Yes please." He smiles and puts his arms around me as he lifts us into the sky. We got so high the people looked like little dots on the concrete.

"Cover your face." He says as he speeds up. Putting my face in his chest I use my hands to cover my ears. He places a hand on the back of my head. Before I know it I hear muffled whooshing and air brushes against my body.

"Something isn't right. He's hiding something. Why is he heading east?" A few more moments pass with nothing but the sound of rushing air.

"Margaret he's going to Gotham!" As soon as I hear the words I start trying to wiggle free. I feel his hand press slightly harder against my head along with his arm that's around me. It wasn't tight enough to hurt but it was definitely purposeful.

"Let me go!" I scream at him.

"That wouldn't be a good idea." He said with a chuckle. "Just relax, we are almost there." I fight against the wind to open my eyes and turn my head under his hand. I see the pointed tops of dark buildings and knew we were back at Gotham. Felix was tugging on his cape. I could see the grip marks but Superman is too strong. I was completely besides myself. I worked so hard to get away now this "hero" was going to bring me back. I start to pants and cough. I could feel my throat closing as I looked up at his face. I slowly reached my hand up to his cheek. I wasn't sure what was happening but he screamed out of nowhere. Black veins started to grow on his skin where my hand was touching him. His scream became more frantic as he let go of me to grab his head. I started to fall. It all happened so fast. My body turned as I fell through the air. I could see the building tops coming closer and closer until I felt someone grab my jacket.

"Don't ever do that again." Superman said as he rubbed his head with one hand. His other hand gripped the hood of my jacket. His tone was far more serious than it had been. It was almost dark. He let me dangle as he flew us to the back door of the Wayne manor. I kicked and screamed as I saw Bruce looking up from the steps of the patio. He lowered me to him. He grabbed me and held me against him.

"Thank you." He said shortly as he looked up at Superman.

"Can I come in? We need to talk." He says back as he steps down on his feet. I squirmed and kicked in Bruce's hold but I wasn't going anywhere Bruce put this plastic mask over my face again.

"I'll kill him!" A rock was thrown at Bruce but it was caught quickly by superman. My legs and arms felt numb as I was forced to breathe in the familiar smelling gas. I looked up at Bruce to realize he was struggling to breathe as well. He leaned against the wall. Invisible hands were closing around his throat. It was getting red and almost looked pressed on.

"Bruce? Bruce, how do I help! Say something!" Superman was yelling. He sounded so far away all of a sudden. I closed my eyes and passed out shortly after.

— Bruce put Margaret upstairs and came back down to see Superman sitting down in the chair across from his desk. Bruce rubbed his neck and cleared his throat. A bruise was forming around his neck already.

"That kid's got a hell of a chokehold." He says as he sits down in his chair at the desk.

"It's not funny Bruce. I have never seen anything like that? Is she a telepath? What the hell was that?" Superman said as he rubbed his cheek where Margaret touched him.

"Possibly, I think she has some kind of mental illness that's aggravating whatever abilities she has. Thank you for bringing her back." He says as he starts to pour scotch into two glasses.

"When you asked me to keep an eye out for a little girl in pajamas who talked to herself I thought you had finally lost it. He said as he reached for the glass. "How did you know she'd go to Metropolis?"

"I didn't know where she'd go so I contacted all of you. Even Diana." Bruce says as he takes a sip. "We just need to get her on the right meds and therapy lots of therapy."

"What you need to do is be careful. You can't take in every orphan you find Bruce, especially not the enhanced ones. She almost got herself killed on the way here and she… she got into my head or something. I don't know what she did but one second I was flying with her over Gotham and the next I was holding Lois's broken body in my arms surrounded by destroyed buildings and fire. She doesn't know Lois, how the hell did she show me that?" The man of steel looked almost scared as he took a sip of his drink. "That's only the half of it. The pain I felt, it was like her hand was inside my brain. I thought I was going to pass out."

Bruce listened to his concerns and nodded. But deep down he knew Margaret was just as much a victim in this situation. He regretted having to have her brought back like that. He felt guilty that Jason let her out to begin with. All the fear and pain she felt was his fault. He couldn't even blame Jason because him acting out was his fault as well. He did his best to hide his guilt from his friend Clark he knew he would owe him after this.

"You have my word Clark, your pain wasn't for nothing. I'm going to save her. She needs to get a hold of her mental health and abilities. Maybe one day she can help others." He said looking across the desk at his old friend.

"I know you will do everything in your power. Just be careful. I know somehow Diana would blame me if anything happened to you." He said as he leaned forward to pat Bruce's shoulder. The two men chatted for a bit longer before Superman left to return to Metropolis. He felt bad for Margaret and for Bruce but he trusted him and if he said this is the best thing for her it must be.

Bruce talked with Jason who said he didn't think she'd actually run. He explained he was going to let her out so she would see how impossible it would be for her to leave in this weather. That he was just trying a different way to get her to stay for at least a few more days. As punishment Jason had to fix her door he broke down the other night and had to write an apology letter to Superman. He ended up paying Tim to write the apology letter. —

I woke up feeling groggy and out of it again. I could tell I was in the green guest room again. I felt a cool hand on my forehead so I turned to see who it was. Dick was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked worried.

"Sorry I was just seeing if your fever went down any." He said in a whisper.

"I should kill him too"

"No." I mumble as I try to sit up.

"It's okay I'm just getting you a new ice pack. You got yourself pretty sick running around outside like that. He said with a small grin.

"Dick Dick please you have to call the cops or something. I don't want to be here. I want to-"

"Shhh stop it. The fever has you all worked up. Alfred gave you some cough medicine a few hours ago. I don't think I can give you anymore." He said as he looked up at a clock on the wall. I shake my head and push my way to sit up.

"No, I mean it. I don't want to be here. I'm not worked up from the fever. I'm pissed because I have been kidnapped!" He gives me a sympathetic look. As he sighs.

"I'll let you and Bruce talk about that. I know you are scared but trust me if he didn't think this was best for you he wouldn't have adopted you. I won't argue with you that to you it feels like kidnapping but it's not." He says as he gently pulls me back down to lay under the covers. He lays an ice pack on my head and stands up. "I'll tell Bruce you want to talk to him alright? Just stay in bed." He said as he walked out, closing the door behind him. Not long after the door opened and Bruce came in. He kneeled at the edge of the bed, likely wanting to give me my space.

"I want to leave." I say as I turn to look at him.

"I know you do and that's my fault I went about this all the wrong way. I'm sorry Margaret." He looks remorseful.

"You can't keep me here. Felix will kill you. There will come a point where I won't be able to stop him." I warn as I look at him. Why did I feel guilty?

"I appreciate your concern but I hope one day maybe he and I could be friendly. I don't want to do anything other than help. When I was young I lost my parents, maybe that's why I adopted so many kids but when I saw you scared out of your mind in Arkham it was like I was looking at myself as a boy. Scared, angry, and helpless. I want to help you grow up right. I want to give you the life that you deserve. I talked to the Jeffersons. I heard their story but Margaret I don't believe Mrs. Jefferson. I haven't known you for very long but even I know you wouldn't try and hurt that dog. Felix needs help too and I want to help him as well. Just give me a chance to make this all up to you please." I listened to his words. He sounded so sincere. The fact he believed me meant so much to me. I could also tell he didn't seem to know the full truth of the situation though. I nod slightly and look at him. I was too tired to fight anymore. I could hear Felix start to yell in my ear.

"Okay fine but can I ask you something?" He nods with a small smile. "You don't want me to become a Robin right?" It almost sounded like a joke when I said it but I was being dead serious. He looked at me for a second before answering.

"Well I don't want to lie to you. The thought had crossed my mind but that would be years in the future and only if you wanted to." As he finished speaking a lamp was pulled off the bedside table Presumably by Felix. Bruce picked it up and continued. "Like I said. Only if you are comfortable with it. You too Felix I know you two are a packaged deal so I want to make sure you both are comfortable."

"I don't think I want to be a Robin ever but I'm willing to try one day if I feel up to it." I say as I look at him. Maybe Jason was wrong. This Bruce was the one I thought I knew before. Soft, kind and honest.

"And I promise you once you get feeling better I'll take you anywhere you want to go but for now no more running off please. The more I can trust you the more freedom you get but I know trust works both ways so you tell me what I can do to make you feel safe here." He says as he pats my arm. It did kinda sound like a dog on a leash scenario like Jason had warned me about but for now maybe that was okay.

"No more gas. It makes me feel sleepy and sick."

"You got it, no more gas."

"And can you take the TV out and have it smashed?" He gave me a confused look but nodded.

"Consider it done." He says as he holds out his hand for a shake. I take it and we shake on it. I was optimistic about what it might be like to live here. Felix was not. Shortly after Bruce left with the TV Felix would pull on my foot while I tried to sleep. He wouldn't let me rest when he was mad.

"You are just going to lie there? Let him be your daddy or something? You're pathetic! Your real dad is dead and your adopted one hates you. You don't get to have another!" He shouts as he shakes the bed. I ignore him.

"I should slit all their throats. They will betray us Margaret. I'll make sure it doesn't get to that point."

"No! No you will not. You are going to sit in here with me and you will shut up and let me sleep. I love you Felix but I don't like you very much right now just leave me and them alone!" I shout back at him. He doesn't say anything but the chair in the corner gets an indent in it as I assume he sat down. I could believe that actually worked. I lay back down and try to rest. Just as soon as I do, the doorbell rings.

I had a friend tell me the red bothers her eyes does anyone else have this problem? I can always change the color if so.

#dc comics #fanfic #oc stuff #platonic batman #slight yandere #batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #superman #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #nightwing

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finn-m-corvex · 7 months

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Shopping for Wires

The title sucks because I've never been great at naming things, but here it is! @/juniperjellyfish requested an expansion of Kai and Lloyd going shopping for fiber-optic cables. This is mentioned in Chapter 3 of my Prime Empire rewrite, and you will most likely not understand the context if you haven't read it!

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No TWs!

"We should not be here," Kai said, looking around the Best Buy in absolute horror. Lloyd rolled his eyes, snagging his brother's arm and dragging him forward with a yelp.

He kept going until he found a store employee, who looked very startled at the sight of two of Ninjago's protectors stumbling around in dirty and mussed uniforms in the middle of the afternoon. "Hello, do you know where we can find some cables, uh, Jim?"

Jim looked starstruck at the fact that the Green Ninja had just talked to him. Him! "O-Oh sure! What kind of cables were you looking for?"

Lloyd did not remember the kind of cables they were looking for. "Oh, we'll know it when we see it. Can you just point us the right direction, please?"

"Most of the cables are kept over there in aisle eight," Jim explained, gesturing an aisle over to the far right of the store, "so that's where you're most likely to find whatever you're looking for!"

Quickly thanking the man, Lloyd made a beeline for the aisle, ignoring the man asking for an autograph behind him. He could always come back later and sign something, but right now they were on a mission. Kai, of course, stopped to give Jim his autograph, and was left spluttering when he saw how fast Lloyd was walking away.

"Hey bro, what's your deal?" Kai asked once he had caught up to the blond, still walking at a brisk pace. "The guy asked for your autograph. Did you not hear him?"

"I heard him," Lloyd said, and truthfully he did feel a little bad, "but I can come back and give him one. We need to get these cables now."

You know, if they could figure out which cables to grab.

All it took was one glance down the aisle to tell Lloyd that Nya should've either come herself or sent Pixal and Zane to do this part instead. Why in the First Spinjitzu Master were there so many?!

Kai was already poking around a big pile of them, frowning. "I think we were the wrong people to send for this."

"Better than Cole," Lloyd grumbled, even if he agreed with Kai, "we both know he would've still been at the bakery down the street."

"True." Kai admitted, and the two of them didn't talk for a couple minutes as they scanned opposite sides of the aisle. Lloyd could feel himself getting more and more irritated when he didn't find what they were looking for. They didn't have time for this!

His big brother was missing, they had no idea how to get to him, and the one idea they had that might not even work and it was hinging on the two of them getting these stupid cables that didn't seem to exist-

"-oyd. Lloyd!" the blonde jumped when he finally heard Kai calling his name, wheeling around to face the brunette.

Looking somewhat concerned, Kai pointed to whatever Lloyd was holding in his hand. "You're strangling the cord, little bro."

Indeed he was, and Lloyd tossed away the ruined cable in shame, burying it back under a pile of its brethren. He did not feel like trying to explain that to the staff. Kai must've noticed his dejected look, a hand gripping his shoulder and squeezing comfortingly.

Was he really that easy to see through?

"Hey," Kai said softly, and all of the emotions that he had been bottling up hit him like a freight train. Lloyd could feel his lip start to wobble and he was absolutely not going to break down crying in a random Best Buy.

The blond sniffled, and Kai was quick to reassure him. "Jay's going to be okay, greenbean. You don't need to worry."

"I've already lost so many people, Kai," Lloyd said quietly, and the hand on his shoulder tightened. "I-I can't lose him too."

"You won't." Kai said firmly, and Lloyd made a small noise when the fire ninja drew him into a hug. "Jay's coming home, Lloyd. We'll make it happen."

Lloyd let his big brother comfort him, a warm hand tangling itself in his blond locks as he buried his face into Kai's red gi. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Kai swaying the two of them back and forth. For once, Lloyd couldn't be bothered to care if any of the civilians saw them like this; he had his big brother, and that was enough.

Finally, the two pulled away, and Kai watched as Lloyd wiped at his eyes, ignoring the dark marks his tears left on his gi sleeves. "Thanks, Kai. I think I'm okay now."

He smiled, the scar across his eye stretching with the motion. "Then let's keep looking."

Their task seemed much less daunting after Lloyd's very very small meltdown, but he still reached for Kai every couple minutes. He never failed to reach back and squeeze his little brother's hand, going right back to work only a moment later. After what seemed to be an eternity, Kai yelled in triumph, holding up a tangle of wires like they were the last thing on earth.

"Finally!" he exclaimed, a large grin breaking out across his face. "Fiber-optic cables! Praise the First Master!"

His enthusiasm was infectious. "Quick, grab as many as you can so we can check out!" Lloyd said, already grabbing them up and stuffing them into his gi like a starving squirrel. He knew sewing in those pockets would come in handy!

Lloyd snickered when he saw Kai struggling to do the same thing, bemoaning the fact that his gi did not have pockets.

Checking out was the easiest part of the process, even though they had to convince more than one employee that they were planning on paying and not shoplifting their entire stock. Jim had been their cashier, and this time Lloyd wrote him an autograph on the back of the ninjas' receipt. The man had looked ecstatic, and Lloyd was only slightly worried when Jim walked away muttering about how much money he was going to make on nBay.

The breeze was amazing to feel when they finally stepped out of the Best Buy, both of their arms loaded with shopping bags. Kai was talking to Nya on the phone, informing her of their haul and when they would be coming home. Lloyd sniggered at Kai's struggles to hold the phone up to his ear while not dropping any of their precious cargo.

"Yes, Nya," he said, readjusting his grip yet again, "we have the cables. Yes, they're the right cables. No, you don't need to send Zane to double-check, we got the right ones. We'll be home soon, okay? Leave the door unlocked and all that."

He sighed once he hung up. "She's antsy."

"Can't really blame her," Lloyd shrugged, "especially with Jay missing. I'm surprised she's holding it together as well as she is."

"Yeah, guess you're right. Which means we should probably start getting back before she drowns us in the sink."

They had only walked a block before Lloyd could feel himself start to spiral again, although the weight of the bags on his arms helped to keep him grounded. What if they didn't have enough cables? What if he and Kai had gotten the wrong ones? Would the rest of the electronic stores have some? Would they have enough?

Maybe he did think a little too loudly, because Kai was quick to bump his shoulder. "Lloyd. It's going to be fine, okay? What are you so worried about?"

"Do you think we have enough?"

Kai gave him an incredulous look, holding up the multitude of plastic hanging off of his arms. "Dude, I think Nya could bring the internet to the entirety of our village with all of this; I'm sure we have enough."

Lloyd bit his lip. "I-I guess so."

"Look," Kai said, in a serious tone that Lloyd hadn't heard for quite some time, "worrying about it isn't going to fix anything. It won't bring Jay back. But us getting these cables to the Bounty might. Even if it doesn't, we'll try something else, and keep trying until we find something that works. We're getting him back, Lloyd."

First Master, how had he ever deserved such great big brothers?

"Yeah," Lloyd said quietly, and then he said it louder. "Yeah, we are. Come on, we need to get home. I think there's a shortcut up here through the alley."

He didn't miss the small smile on Kai's face when he started speedwalking ahead, intent on getting to his destination. He had a brother to save.

#ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #finn's writing #jj tag #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #kai jiang #would you like to enter prime empire?

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yanderecrazysie · 2 years

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Acrophobia

No one asked for this, so I delivered! A new “series” of short one-shots based on phobias!

Please don’t request any of these, I just want to have this as a “come on writer’s block go tf away” series.

Pairing: Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes

Acrophobia: The fear of heights

You admired Hawks. And, really, who didn’t?

He was handsome, cool, down-to-Earth, and just… not like any other superhero you’d ever seen. He was the number one hero in your book.

It was common to see him strolling through the city signing autographs, taking selfies with fans, and just conversing casually as if every squealing fangirl and fanboy was a friend of his.

You admired him greatly.

But that was all.

You didn’t think of him often, except when you saw him on the street, the news, or in the shops on some poster or plushie (once even a body pillow). But you never bought any of the items or watched the news looking for him specifically.

You weren’t a diehard fan that sought him out like a teenage girl does for her favorite boyband.

You never asked for an autograph or picture with him.

And that was the reason he’d approached you. Maybe the reason you’d caught his golden bird-of-prey eyes.

“Hey!”

You heard the fluttering of giant wings above you- a sound you’d heard many times before. Sure enough, Hawks landed gracefully in front of you, close-eyed smile spreading across his face.

“I’ve seen you around, but I’ve never gotten the chance to say ‘hi’,” he said. You couldn’t blame him, considering he was surrounded by adoring crowds whenever he landed.

“Oh!” You smiled somewhat shyly, surprised that such a famous hero had recognized you, “Um, well, hi!”

Well, that was awkward.

If Hawks shared your sentiment, he didn’t show it, grinning eagerly and asking for your name. You hesitantly give it, wondering why you even had a second thought about it.

Even if he was a hero, he was a man confronting you in the middle of a barely-lit, empty street at night.

“(Y/n), that’s a beautiful name,” he said, and you blushed at the compliment. His grin widened and you felt the sudden urge to take a step back.

He looked every bit the part of a predator.

“You shouldn’t be out wandering the streets at night, you know. I just stopped a villain a few minutes ago, and I’m sure he wasn’t the only one out here.”

You averted your eyes from his intense gaze, nodding with a little shame, “My job goes until closing, and I need the hours.”

“I understand, but still, I’d never forgive myself if I left and something happened to you,” Hawks was suddenly serious, a frown on his usually carefree face. Suddenly, the smile returned, a little mischief and something darker flickering in those golden eyes of his.

He suggested something that made your skin crawl. “How about I fly you home?”

“No! No, that’s alright!”

“Really, I insist.”

You bit your lip, unsure of how to explain how you felt to the pro hero. How could you tell him that he scared you without hurting his feelings?

Without sounding completely crazy?

“Um, really, I’m fine. You should be protecting the city, not helping one random girl get home. I’ve always made it. This neighborhood is pretty safe and I’m almost there.”

“I insist.” His voice was harder this time and you swallowed dryly.

Who were you to deny a hero of his own job?

Without waiting for another excuse, he wrapped his muscular arms around you and beat his wings until he was rocketing upwards. In surprise and struck with the sudden fear of plummeting to the ground below, you wrapped your arms around him as well.

It took you a minute to realize you weren’t going in the direction of your house.

“Um, Hawks, you’re going the wrong way,” you laughed uncomfortably, trying to sound lighthearted through your shaking voice.

“I know.”

Your heart just about stopped beating.

“What? What do you mean?”

Hawks smiled down at you, a gentle look in his eyes. It only terrified you further.

“Did you know most hawks mate for life?”

You shook your head, but whether it was a ‘no’ to the knowledge or a silent plea for him to put you down, you’d never know.

“Let’s go home, (Y/n).”

You were still going in the wrong direction.

#yandere #yandere hawks #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia #takami keigo #keigo takami

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thezfc · 9 months

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I have this theory. What if Tom and Zawe are coparents? We’ve only seen all 3 together on holidays (Paris-UK Mother’s Day and the awkward street photos-her birthday). Tom seems to have the baby on weekends. They went to Wimbledon together but then The Marvels trailer came out and they went to Jaime Lloyd’s play (he directed Betrayal). They’re never photographed doing family outings (trips to the park, play dates, getting ice cream, amusement parks) but some random person on twitter says they see them but no photo evidence. The paps are everywhere and they only get photos of Tom, Bobby and baby or just Tom and Bobby or just Tom and baby. Also he always looks like he’s looking for permission from her to sign autographs/take selfies. Wimbledon it kinda looked like she was pulling him away from people and at the play she looked annoyed he stopped to take some photos and it looked like she scolded him and he looked at the crowd. At the perfume event he looked so relaxed and took so many photos. He also took photos with fans on the street when he was alone. Also if they were married he would definitely be wearing a ring. Eddie Redmayne wears a wedding ring, Benedict Cumberbatch wears a wedding ring, even Chris Hemsworth wears a wedding ring (I know he’s not British). The only Brit who doesn’t wear one is Prince William and well he’s royalty. I know he’s private, but if they’re going to public events together and he said “our son” he would have a ring on and just let someone take a picture (like her flashing the engagement ring at the BAFTA). I just don’t see them as this big happy family. There are no photos of his family with the baby, it’s all her family (her parents in Paris, her sister walking with her and baby). He also seems to be a shell of himself and the fact that he wears the same outfit everyday and he looks super thin and pale. It could be that he is depressed. He always wanted to be a dad and now reality is setting in and he’s had to settle for her. I don’t think the pregnancy was planned and he’s trying to be a good guy but maybe they broke up and are staying friendly for the baby.

I have a theory that you’re thinking about this too much and you are mostly wrong.

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wonda-fhr · 11 months

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♧: One character playing with the other’s hair

For David, please? 🥺

Thanks @aya-m3k 😊 When you sent this, I immediately thought of a WIP that I never finished. Since it fits so well with this question, I finished it, so the answer is a bit longer than usual.🤭

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Another short walk through the sparsely lit residential area before you say goodbye to Ortega at the usual spot. As always after your therapy session, he has distracted you until your inner turmoil has subsided, made sure your stomach is well filled, and is now taking you to the place where you will get on a bus. Until then, he will ask you at least three times if he should rather take you home. Then he will kiss you again and very reluctantly say goodbye.

He feels guilty every time you get so out of track. In return for dragging you to these sessions, he can feel a little guilty. You barely finish the thought and you already feel sorry for him

The promise of loneliness in your apartment is not something you are looking forward to right now, and if you could do whatever you wanted, you would just want him to be close. But of course you can't, you just have these wishes, terribly romantic, clingy, painful wishes, and you're not strong enough to finally bury them. Much less are you strong enough to be able to accept them and to give them a chance.

The little shopping street you have to cross is bright and crowded, special sale signs and balloons everywhere. You hesitate for a moment and your gaze shifts from the hustle and bustle to the smaller side street you need to get to. It's not very far, but the crowd makes you feel uncomfortable. Ortega moves closer to you until your hips are lightly touching and he puts his hand encouragingly on the small of your back. "It's not far."

You just nod, smiling silently because he thinks you're afraid of all the people in this place. He thinks you don't like being around people, especially so many, but you would like it if you didn't have to hide. A much bigger problem for you than walking through crowds is walking through crowds with Ortega. No one would pay attention to you if you were alone, you can take care of that, but everyone will recognize the charming hero Charge and shortly after they will wonder who is walking at his side.

Anyway, it's no use, you have to go to that little street and the way to get there is through those people. Ortega won't leave you until you are on the bus home, you give yourself a push, take the first step away from his hand and try to get over it quickly. You have barely passed the first people when the first glances fall on the handsome, striking man at your side, the first shy index fingers are raised, followed by furtive glances.

A young girl makes the first bold move you feared, with bright eyes and a cautious smile she asks Ortega for his autograph. It's impossible for him to refuse. You keep your distance, but soon more Charge fans join in to say hello to their hero. He tries to be brief, but he doesn't make much of an effort to stop the sideways glances in your direction.

Like a spark, the first thought flashes through your mind, "Who's that with Charge?" and the spark ignites the wildfire. Eyes meet you, hidden fingers are pointing at you, and more and more thoughts circle around Charge's companion. Your pulse quickens, you do your best to strengthen your "look away" aura, but Ortega's worried glances in your direction keep drawing the attention back to you. If only he could ignore you.

Slowly you back away, the side street is not very far. The thoughts continue to haunt you, tightening like a noose around your neck. Even though they try to analyze you secretly, you notice every thought dedicated to your person. Soon someone will get the idea to take a picture, you can't risk that. The noose tightens. You can hardly breathe. You know the feeling of rising panic in your chest. It must not come to this, you must not stand here and wait for it to overwhelm you. Didn't the therapist tell you to learn prevention? Run, just keep running.

Ortega quickly notices that some people are looking around for you instead of greeting him and you briefly catch his glance as you disappear with quick steps into the side street. This street is also full of people trying to get to the special sale. You don't think about it too long and turn into the next available side street without paying attention to the direction, then into another one and then into a small deserted alley between the houses. Only in the solitude you allow your legs to slow down and breathe deeply.

Only a few breaths remain before the sound of footsteps approaching in the darkness makes you freeze for a moment. You quickly relax as you hear the familiar, worried "David?" coming closer with the footsteps. He is indeed following you. Of course he is. He's always been following you, but you never gave him a chance to catch up.

He's already close enough that you can see him clearly. Your rising panic has subsided with each step you take away from the people and their dangerous thoughts. You feel a little proud of yourself for keeping control.

The worried hero in front of you doesn't seem to notice your small success over your fear. He moves both hands in front of him in a reassuring gesture, comes closer in slow motion, and murmurs, "Relax, it's all right." As if he were trying to calm down a wild predator that might attack at any moment. Is he really afraid of you?

You feel bad that you scared him so much. But he looks too cute as he approaches you, trying to tame you like a rampaging lion. You can't completely suppress your smile.

"If you're afraid I'm going to jump on your neck and bite you, you'd better stay where you are."

"I wouldn't mind. But it looks more like you're going to keep running away from me. I'm not going to risk losing track of you."

You bite your lower lip to keep from smiling too obviously and back away from him a few steps.

"Then I guess you're going to have to take a risk and find out if I'm going to run or bite."

His gaze changes from anxious concern to confusion, and before he can decide if you are teasing him or not, you leap at him in one smooth motion. He sways only slightly as your weight hits him and your legs wrap around his waist. With a bold grab of his hair, you pull his head to the side, giving you a clear path to make sure he remembers your attack on his neck tomorrow.

Ortega's strong arms hold you in place, pulling you close to him as he makes sounds that alternate between pleasure and pain. You give him a small moment to relax, kissing and sucking through the crook of his neck until your tongue brushes the edge of his ear and you whisper very softly, " this time no one will believe it was a squirrel."

To make good on your threat, you take another bite, this time higher, harder, until a barely suppressed cry of pain assures you that you have achieved your goal. For another moment you suck on the now sensitive spot until a series of affectionate Spanish curses make you laugh.

It's startling how effortlessly he carries you a few feet to place you on the edge of a container. Once his hands no longer have to support your weight, they are unstoppable, exploring every reachable part of your body. This time you can relax and enjoy his touch. You are learning, after all, and he will not be able to find his way under the fine bodysuit you are wearing.

Your hand still has a firm grip on the black hair with the fine silver threads and allows you to pull his head back while you gently grab his chin with the other to nibble at his lips. Smiling, you maintain control as he tries to deepen the kiss, enjoying being on the higher ground. Your lips explore his entire face before returning to his mouth to give him what he so eagerly awaits.

It feels so good to finally be at this point and you are a little annoyed that it always takes you an entire evening to finally let him get close to you. Reasonable or not, you want nothing more than to take in his scent with every breath, feel his warm hands on your body and forget the world while your lips play. Time becomes an insignificant factor when you kiss.

No one disturbs you in the small alley, but it gets darker and colder. Even the longest kiss needs a break at some point. Ortega has laid his head on your chest and you bury your face in his hair, listening to his breathing. His hands, relaxed on your hips a moment ago, now close around your back, holding you tighter as he sighs briefly, but then smiles and looks at you.

"Is this how it's always going to end, David? The two of us making out in some dark alley until you suddenly jump up and disappear."

His serious tone makes you nervous, maybe you can lead him back to the kiss. You let your fingertips slide down his neck and approach his face with a teasing look. "I thought you were into that."

This time you fail to distract him. His voice does not regain its lightness, he remains serious. "Don't let this evening end like that. Not with the fear in my limbs that you almost ran away from me. I want to be someone you run to, not away from."

There is something more in his words, he is sad, his words are like a plea for more trust in him. This realization almost chokes you and you feel tears slowly filling your eyes. You barely manage to keep your voice calm, which has now abandoned any playful tone. "I didn't run away from you."

"Are you so sure? You do it every time. I never know if you'll suddenly disappear or if I'll have a chance to say goodbye. But as soon as I say a wrong word or you've had enough, you're gone and I don't know when I will see you again."

He's right, so right that it hurts. You can always count on him, all you have to do is think of him and he's there for you. What security does he get from you? He knows nothing, he suspects a lot and wishes so much more, but you give him nothing. When you say goodbye, he never knows if it will be days or weeks before you see each other again. You let the thought circle in your head. You torment him because you can't be without him anymore, but you can't allow yourself to really be with him either. He does not deserve that.

He catches a tear on your cheek with a kiss, and you can see in his eyes that he already regrets having pushed the predator back into the corner. Before he can formulate an apology, you put your hand over his mouth and jump down from the container. You see him tense up for a moment, expecting you to leave immediately. But this time you don't.

Instead, you remove the scarf from the lapel of your coat and tie it around his marked neck. "Can you manage another walk, old man? But don't expect too much, it won't end up in my apartment!"

Ric nods in relief, grabs your hand and falls into the usual walking pace beside you. Normally he would let go of your hand when you're among people, but not this time. The grip tightens and he pulls you closer to him as you reach a busier street again. No escape today. You submit without resistance.

The way is not far, after two blocks you reach the small, shabby 24/7 mall that has been your refuge so many times before. It's late enough that hardly anyone is there, the smaller stores on the upper floor are almost all closed, and the few vendors still present have better things to do than pay attention to you.

You lead Ric up the stairs to the grand piano behind the ugly artificial palm forest, sit down on the piano bench and open the lid. You can literally hear the wheels turning in his head as he tries to understand why you brought him here. He sits down next to you and begins to strum some strange notes on the white keys.

You stop him with a poke in the ribs and a smile. "Ric! That's my friend, stop torturing it."

"Your friend? So you can play the piano? Does that mean you come here often? Do you live nearby?"

Before you get into endless explanations, you just start playing. You trust that the music will show him why you come here and that this place is important to you. He doesn't take his astonished eyes off you for a second and you realize that such an attentive audience makes you a little nervous. But your fingers are at home on these keys and the smile never leaves your lips as you begin to play with mostly closed eyes. You briefly play the song he sang on your last trip, until his chuckle tells you he recognized it. With a harmonic transition, you drift into the swirl of notes of Chopin's Grand Valse Brilliante, completely forgetting the nervousness and the prying eyes beside you.

As the piece ends, it leaves the small mall in a wistful silence. You carefully close the piano lid before you dare to meet the gaze that rests upon you. Ric's eyes are shining, his mouth is slightly open, as if the right words are not yet ready to be spoken. His hands are quicker than his words, grabbing yours and bringing them to his lips.

After a thoughtful kiss on the back of your hand, he finds his unsteady voice again. "Eso fue magnífico. I don't think I've ever seen you so happy."

"You could sometimes, but on the other occasions you closed your eyes most of the time." The reverberation of the music is still in you, helping your smile to be much more honest and loving than usual.

You'd like to enjoy Ric's happiness beaming at you for a little longer, but you're instantly pulled into a deep embrace. His hand dives deep into your curls, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. While those familiar lips tenderly devote themselves to yours. This time, not in a dark alley.

---- The singing Ortega and the squirrel were mentioned in Cant hurry love

#fhr #david kingsley #fhr ortega #ricardo ortega #fhr sidestep #chargestep #I can't escape the chargestep fluff #my sad sweet slightly insane David needs to be happy

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afterthegreatunknown · 1 year

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Randomity: Surprise Appearances

As Fiona and Fernald continues to walk down the street of Downtown Ordin —Fiona holding her shopping bag with her right hand, while she holds her brother’s shopping bag with her left hand— she couldn’t help but stop. In the distance a few blocks down, is a frozen dessert place.

It’s a gelato shop. A gelato, if Fiona recalls correctly from her V.F.D. tutor, is an Italian based frozen dessert that is similar to ice cream. It has less air and butterfat compare to ice cream, and the texture is supposedly different too. What is the texture, Fiona has no idea.

“You want to get some gelato, Fernald?” asks Fiona, gesturing her head at the shop. “We have some leftover money, and it is our Saturday together. Why not get ourselves a nice little treat?”

“I rather have a sorbet or a shave ice, to be honest,” replies Fernald. “But if a gelato is what you want, Fiona, a gelato you will get. I just hope that the workers don’t freak out over my hooks.”

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Fernald and Fiona take one of the window booths, and sit opposite from one another. Fernald has a mango gelato, and is taking his slow time. Fiona eats her strawberry gelato faster than him, though she too, is taking her time. Fernald gives a sigh as he leans back against his seat.

The bell of the door chimes, and enters two adults. The first person is a woman whose light color hair is mostly cover by her sunhat which obscures much of her face—except her ears, which shows off her pearl earrings. The second person —a bowtie wearing man carrying a satchel —takes off his hat, and reveals a quiff that reminds Fernald of a stick of dynamite.

Fernald couldn’t help but give a sharp gasp as he watches the woman take off her hat. The woman and the man briefly look at his and Fiona’s direction. Fernald quickly looks downward at his gelato, and starts eating it rapidly. He can’t believe who enter the gelato shop.

“Fernald, are you okay?” asks Fiona quietly.

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“I’m fine. Totally fine,” says Fernald, his voice going slightly higher than usual. “I’m totally not freaking out that Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’ Haines walked into the gelato shop with her brother!”

Fiona blinks behind her glasses. “Am I supposed to know who is Lizzie Haines, Fernald?”

“What!?” Fernald hisses at Fiona, and leans over the table. “You never heard of Lizzie Haines? She’s just one of the greatest actresses of our time! She starred in the seven-time award-winning film The Long and Winding Road! Hell, one win was her as ‘Best Actress in Leading Role’! She appeared in plays like Pygmalion and The Mouse Trap, and many more! I can go on about all the roles she did, but we could be here forever!”

“Wow!” Fiona sets down her spoon. “I never seen you gushing over any actor or actress before! Why don’t you get Lizzie Haines’ autograph?”

Fernald couldn’t help but laugh, and gestures himself. “You think she would want to sign an autograph to a guy like me?”

“You never know! I could ask on your behalf!” Fiona slides out of the booth. “In fact, I’m doing it right now! He or she who hesitates is lost!”

“Fiona! No!”

As Lizzie and Kellar look away from the brother and sister—she can tell that the two are siblings by their similar facial structure— she hears her little brother laughing, and waves down one of the workers behind the counter. The worker smiles at them, and Kellar raises four fingers.

“We’re taking our gelatos to go,” says Kellar. “Two limes, one coffee, and one peaches, please.”

“You got it, sir!” The worker nods her head, and scurries over to the gelato counter.

As the worker gets out four takeout cups with lids ready, Kellar turns to Lizzie. “I didn’t think that we’ll find a fan of yours here. You think he wants to take a photo, but is too scare?”

“I wouldn’t know why he has to be scare of me,” replies Lizzie, looking back at the brother and sister. “Do I give the impression of being scary?”

“Well, you do take after Mom more than me.”

Lizzie playfully slaps Kellar’s shoulder. “Says the one who inherited her love of all things Italian! Especially food!”

---

Kellar starts to tease Lizzie when he hears a soft, teenage girl clearing her throat. He turns around, and sees the triangle-glasses wearing girl in the navy inspire outfit standing in front of Lizzie. In her left hand, is an annotated copy of T.S. Elliot’s, The Waste Land, and a blue pen.

“Hello,” says the girl softly. “You’re the actress Lizzie Haines.”

“Yes, I am,” answers Lizzie, and gestures at Kellar. “And this is my little brother, Kellar.”

Kellar watches the girl turn her attention to him. “Hello.”

“Hello, Mr. Haines,” replies the girl, and re-focuses back on Lizzie. “Ms. Haines, if you don’t mind, would you sign my older brother’s book? He’s a major fan of yours.”

“Of course!” Lizzie gently takes the book and pen from the girl’s hand. “What’s your brother’s name, my dear? What’s your name as well?”

“Jules. And I’m Freddie. Short for Winifred.”

“Well, Freddie,” says Kellar, slapping a hand on his knee, “I have a question for you. Is Jules willing to take a photo with my sister?”

---

Jules —and Freddie— as it turns out, is willing to take a photo. The photo is taken outside the gelato shop though. Lizzie and Kellar had to take their gelatos to the hotel where Mom and Stepdad are at, and Jules and Freddie were done eating their gelatos and needed to go back home to their own stepfather.

“It is okay for me to be in the middle?” asks Lizzie, staring upward at Jules; he’s several inches taller than her and Freddie.

“That’s-that’s fine, Ms. Haines,” says Jules nervously. “Uh, it is okay for me to put my arm and hook around you?”

“Oh, for sure!”

Jules carefully places his arm and hook around Lizzie’s shoulder. Lizzie does the same for Jules and Freddie. From the corner of her eyes, Lizzie can see Jules forming a big smile on his face. Clearly, the man was scare she wouldn’t be accepting of his physical disability.

“All right! Give a big smile for the camera!” Kellar presses the button on the instant camera.

A bright light soon flashes. The instant camera then prints out the photograph of the three. Kellar carefully takes it, and smiles.

“Now I call this photo a keeper!”

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #fiona widdershins #hook handed man #fernald #atwq #all the wrong questions #lizzie haines #kellar haines #fanfic #randomity (a collection of ficlets and fics)

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