just saw a goat in the park???

paper man

warnings: angst, no sad ending, talks of death. unedited drabble that was written in 20 minutes.

a/n: i wanted angst and couldn't find any so i did this myself. will this make it onto my masterlist? who knows. it's 11pm and i have mary by big thief playing. my cat is yelling at me and really killing the sad girl vibe i got going. why does bucky look like a used car salesman in thunderbolts. whatever. love u guys

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“If I die tomorrow,” he starts, eyes still staring into the TV.

Your eyebrow quirks. “You're not going to die tomorrow. We're going bowling.”

“If I die tomorrow,” Bucky repeats, and you know he's not with you. He's wandering around the morning fog and thickets of his mind, arm stuck out while he meanders inside a labyrinth.

It's late. He's right on time. You know from experience that his thoughts don't belong to him after the sun sets.

“I–” he begins, and then his mouth clamps shut again.

From across the couch, you shoot him a glance that hopefully conveys understanding. Fast food wrappers litter the worn leather, hurdles between the both of you.

“I don't have a will,” he finally manages to get out.

You let out an exhale, soft.

“Let's make one now?” you offer.

Through his mist, he looks at you. Eyes the way it would be if you tried staring into the sun. Mouth tired, shoulders so low it sinks into dirt.

“I'll write it on my phone. We can do something about it in the morning,” you continue.

Bucky turns back to the TV, and the mindless chatter of late night commercials fills in the silence you leave in your wake.

He could die tomorrow. So could you. So could everyone you knew. It was an occupational hazard you thought he'd made his peace with.

Your phone lies beside you, and you're honestly a little embarrassed that your suggestion was shot down.

Most days you don't know what he needs. Admittedly, he doesn't either. Sometimes slow kisses with his back pressed up against the headboard does the trick. Other days….well, you don't know. He never lets you see those.

You can't blame him. What you both had with each other found a description in the quiet and the twilight. You hadn't even really spent the night in his room.

“I don't have anythin’ to leave,” his voice comes out like gravel, snapping you out of the pit you wanted to dig yourself. “That's the thing. If I die tomorrow, I don't have anythin' to my name. Nothin’ that matters anyway.”

His gaze shifts downward ever so slightly. If the TV wasn't illuminating his face in a pale sickly yellow, you'd see that his cheeks were burning red. His throat feels like it's folded in on itself.

“You got people to leave things for?” you ask, watching him keenly.

He catches your eye, sending a jolt through you. You shift awkwardly on the couch.

“Think so,” he says solemnly. It reads more like a question, with the way he observes you.

“Okay.” You nod. “Then we'll find you things.”

His eyebrows knit together, deepening the crease between them.

“I don't know where to start.” His words sound raw, like a croak.

You watch his head duck again. His body is stiff, and he looks like he wants to crawl out of his skin.

You look around the room, but your eyes land on the paper remains of your dinner. A thought crossed your mind, and you hesitate.

Bucky is too busy trying to see through thick trees and fog. It stretches above him so tall, taking away even what little sunlight crawls through the leaves.

The couch dips next to him and he's snapped out his labyrinth for a second.

Your hand is held out for his. It comes so naturally that he doesn't even remember stretching his palm out to meet yours.

You drop a tiny paper man onto his metal hand. It's twisted together from a napkin and its mangled limbs are uneven.

“Just a place to start,” you tell him softly.

Bucky stares at it while you inch back to your place.

While you shift the channel to something less repetitive and tedious, his fingers wrap around the origami project.

The fog fades in the light of the morning. The trees look a little less daunting.

He's got people to leave things for.

And a tiny paper man.

My love, is mine all mine - Max Verstappen x Norris! Reader x Charles Leclerc Part 2

Plot: Norris' Twin sister is also a driver in the 2021 line up and is in her rookie era. Not only do the commentators struggle to now talk about the pair in the race, but they also struggle to talk about talent. What happens when two drivers find her eye-catching.

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

After you'd spent the week at home you travelled to France, you asked McLaren to set you in a different hotel from the other drivers. You found one that was cheaper and still within a decent distance from the race track.

Your sisters in your groupchat that didn't have your bothers in, had texted you telling you Lando was getting worried you wouldn't be showing up for this race. It was Thursday and normally drivers would come to the paddock for media duties but when he came it was just him doing stuff for the F1 YouTube and being pestered by the McLaren social media teams for content.

"Zac where is she, you guys wont tell me and I'm worried she wont be here for practice which starts in 20 minutes!" Lando asks Zac whose in sat in hospitality having a pre-race coffee.

"As far as I'm aware, she's already in her car getting ready for the practice session ... so I'd get yourself down there now so you can get a good time Lando" he smiles, Lando rushed to the garage Zac slowly trailing behind him, wanting to get to the garage to get a set of headphones and sit with the race engineers.

"Y/N can you hear?" you hear through your in ears.

"Loud and clear, let me know when i can leave the pit" you say shuffling down in your seat to test the pedals.

"Nico, the pedals are feeling a little stiff, its like there's no traction" you complain as your directed out onto the pit lane.

"Okay, just do a slow lap, testing the breaks and make sure the throttle is all okay. Then we'll see if we need to bring the car in quickly before a flying lap.

As you'd gone round on a normal lap, it was determined that there was an issue with the breaks, the minute you'd tried to do the flying lap your car had major under steer. You'd managed to keep it out the gravel but you had spun out. You were called back to the pits and only placed P16.

You slammed your wheel onto the bonnet, and the engineers all immediately started to work on your car. You talked with them helping them out.

You spied Lando's car in the corner of your eyes being pulled into his half of the garage.

"Y/N hey" he says jumping out the car pulling him helmet off.

"Kinda busy trying to fix this trash can of a car right now Lando, later" you say not even sparing him a glance. Grumbles come from the mechanics making you whisper an apology as they jokingly scowl at you.

Was it petty that you weren't speaking to your brother, yes.

Was it petty that you were trying to get him to have a spoon of his own medicine for the way he'd treated you in Azerbaijan, yes.

Were you going to stop right now? Nope!

"Oh, erm okay well I'm going to go grab something to eat before the next practice" he smiles.

"Cool" you nod a smile, before kneeling down pointing something out to the mechanic that didn't look quite right.

"I'll be back in a bit, will the car be ready for FP2?" you ask.

"Should be, just needs some greasing and tightening. Trust us you'll be flying out there in no time!" the head mechanic says and you smile nodding softly before walking out towards the rest of the motorhomes.

You walked past, shyly waving to the drivers she encountered. Sky had seen her but were already busy interviewing Christian Horner and Toto Wolff who were currently talking about the championship this year and Mercedes rough start to the season in Bahrain.

"Y/N?" a voice asks from a table outside the Red Bull hospitality.

"Oh! Max, hey how have you been" you exclaim crossing over the Sky cameras who unbeknownst to you followed you for later review. You pull him into a hug, happy to finally see someone on the grid who hadn't upset you in the last few weeks.

"I'm good but i think the actual question is, are you okay?" he asks rubbing up and down your arm.

"Yeah, I just don't really know how to even talk to Lando about all of this, he's never not been there for an achievement of mine up until now. The team's strategy was shit, and I got us more points passing Lando, i was on the fresher tires, I had DRS i don't understand why they wouldn't want me to overtake" you complain, you really genuinely couldn't understand it.

It wasn't like this in Formula 2.

"You'll come to learn, that people don't like being my team-mate because im golden boy. I was the hot shot that Horner took a gamble on and he won jackpot. It's never easy being the second driver on a team to a golden boy" he advises, making you look down tears in your eyes.

Is that all Zac thought of you? The secondary to your golden boy hot shot brother.

Well that just wouldn't fly, you'll show them that your made of more and that you are worthy of sharing the seat with your brother.

"You know, keep it up Schat, Horner's been keeping an eye on you. So have Mercedes and Ferrari" Max whispers leaning in and holding your waist. You gasp as he leans back looking at you nodding before wandering off and into the Red Bull motorhome.

You check your phone for the time seeing that you really should make your way back to the McLaren garage to see if your car is ready.

"We didn't talk" you hear from behind you and a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you back to them.

Charles

"I don't want to talk to you Charles" you grunt shrugging his arm off.

"Why not?" he asks looking over you.

"I think you know why, just concentrate on FP2 Charles" you say, for the first time you see a sort of desperation in his eyes. It's almost as if he came here with the intention to say something to you, but he also doesn't want to admit it.

"Y/N... wait" he starts again but you continue walking. You manage to get back to the motorhome and see Lando sat in the hospitality, he was with his personal trainer Jon and then the performance engineer Jarv.

You walk past them and here Jarv say something to your brother.

"Go follow her, you need to sort this out before the race"

"She doesn't want to talk to me, I've tried" he groans as you wait behind the door just in earshot of them.

"You call earlier in the garage trying? Jheez man" Jon laughs before getting up and discarding of his food tray.

"Your right!" Lando sighs before jumping up to come and find you. You start to walk away so it didn't look like you were listening in to their conversation.

"Y/N, please can we talk" Lando says stopping you right by the coffee cart.

"Mmmmm"

"Look, I was terrible the other day. Your my twin and we've shared everything together. I- I'm sorry i wasn't there to celebrate with you. It's just annoying when Jon's telling me that you've been told not to go for the overtake and then you do. I see now that you taking over worked better for the team but i cant help but be upset" he tries but you look at him in shock, why on earth was he making this moment, this apology about him and how he was affected.

"How are you still making this about you?" you scoff.

"What what do you mean, I'm explaining why i wasn't there..."

"By saying that I've upset you, when I'm the person you've affected. Do you even know what they have been saying about me in articles because of this whole thing with you and Charles? I'm being told I'm a shit driver and i shouldn't have my seat and that my own brother and multiple other drivers agree... I'm being told im a danger to the sport and that I wont have a seat come next year!" you sigh, knowing that he had a right to be upset about you overtaking him, but it shouldn't be at you.

"I'm sorry, I know I ruined it. I should've celebrated with you! Its my fault" he says, before pulling you into a hug. You hug him back, your shoulders sagging into it. Your brother was always your other half, you guys were two peas in a pod. It broke your heart when he left you behind in F2 before going to F1 in 2019. So this year, being the first year that you were back driving with your brother it was special for you.

"It's not like I wont have other podiums to celebrate this year" you jab him making him laugh.

"Oh yeah, not if i have anything to say about it!" he jokes as you both start walking back to the garage.

"I'm still upset though, just so you know. But I forgive you" you smile as you both get back to the cars.

"Hey, how's the car looking?" you ask the people around your car.

"You'll be good to go, breaks are sorted and its looking good!"

And that was true, you came P3 in FP2.

You didn't have a good night sleep, thinking about Charles and how he's tried to talk to you today, how you'd made up with Lando, and you kept asking yourself if it was too quick. But what was in your mind the most was Max and what he'd told you and how he'd been so nice to you over the last few months.

FP3 the next day was worse and you came P10, which then set the mood for Qualifying, where you finished P10 which would mean that your are in the middle for starting the next day.

Lando was in P8 meaning he was directly in front of you, you were hoping you could get a slipstream from him, and overtake Fernando on the start.

By the end of the French Grand Prix you and your brother both simultaneously moved up 4 places ending with him in P5 and you in P6, Zac was happy as you'd managed to stir Ferrari and get ahead both of them.

You were walking to your car, when you notice a sleek Ferrari next to your McLaren and a familiar man leaning against it.

"Charles I really cant deal with this, the interviews have tired me out. I'll see you in Styria!" you say, clicking the keys to open your car.

"Y/N please I need to apologize" he says grabbing at you wrist again turning you round.

"Charles, look. I forgave Lando for not being at my podium and yelling at me, but you actively told me I didn't deserve my seat when i've had to work twice as hard for it than anyone on the grid. So to be told that its undeserved is horrible because this is all I've ever wanted..." you say tears brimming your eyes.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'll think I'll regret this forever if I don't do this" he says before grabbing your cheeks with his hands, one sliding down to your neck before leaning in and placing his lips against yours.

You kiss back, it's more out of anger, you weren't sure why you actually kissed him back. After the initial shock you pulled away, your hand slipping in between you too to push him away.

"Charles what the hell" you shout, looking at him eyes wide.

"I'm sorry, but the reason I get so annoyed with you is because I've had a crush on you for years. At first I hated that you always were better than me, I got more aggressive and you were the safer driver back then, so you'd give me room let me pass. I knew I'd never have a chance with you, getting you attention was easier when I teased you, but i guess as i got older i got more sour at you, and how everyone seemed to adore you and grab your attention apart from me" he reasons now holding her wrist again.

"Charles, you cant, you cant do that" you cry.

"What, I cant admit what I've been feeling for you for years. Y/N please" he begs, the puppy eyes looking down at you as you shrunk yourself.

"What's going on over here" Max asks coming over looking between you and Charles, you turn away so that he doesn't see the tears in your eyes, wiping them with the sleeve of your orange McLaren rain jacket.

"Nothing Max" you say before turning back round smiling at the both of them.

"Come on Y/N. I know you better than that" Max said but you decided to stay silent.

"Is he bothering you again? Charles, just leave her the fuck alone. We spoke about this after Azerbaijan..." Max says pushing him away from you.

"Max don't! Its fine I promise, I'll see you both in Austria okay?" you say getting into the car. You sit there for a second, contemplating what the hell just happened before you realize both the drivers are still stood there watching you.

What. The. Hell.

A/N: I don't know if i like this, it feels like I made her and Lando make up too quickly, and Charles felt kinda quick. But for future ideas in this series, her and Lando making up now means room for more angst in the future *wink,wink*

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pairing(s): Rin Itoshi x reader, Hyoma Chigiri x reader

warning(s): fluff, jealous rin? jealous rin! nothing in chigiri’s part

a/n: i wrote this with male! reader in mind but no pronouns were used so it can be read as gn! reader. also tall! reader

Rin Itoshi

"Rinnnieee," you whined out his name, "i'm sorry Rinnie." all you heard from the boy in front of you was a scoff. "go away. your boyfriend must be missing you," he grumbled. you pouted at his words. during lunch, your seatmate had dragged you with him to finish the chemistry project that was due earlier today. he was a bit of a worrywart who wanted to make sure everything was perfect. anything low would not be tolerated. and now your actual boyfriend was being petty because he lost a whole 28 minutes with you. 28 minutes that you could have spent with him! it was honestly adorable seeing your boyfriend get jealous over some random dude from school. you would never admit that though; because you know that Rin wouldn't talk to you for a whole week after that or a month. yeah, your boyfriend was petty like that. and now on the walk home, he was walking ahead of you, ignoring your whole being. you tugged on the strap of his backpack, pulling him back. hugging him from behind, you pulled him as closer to you as possible. resting you head on top of his, you mumbled, "i'll make it up to you, yeah? how about we go to my house and watch your favorite movies? we can cuddle and then i'll make you ochazuke and you can stay the night? hm? how does that sound?" you asked, still nuzzling your face into his hair. he quickly looked around, before escaping from your grip. "okay okay. let's go already," he had already started walking towards your house, not even looking back to see if you were coming or not. you know your boyfriend hates pda, and normally you respect his wishes, but you couldn't just let him ignore you like that anymore. you deserve some attention too alright! he may not have stopped for you, but he didn't miss the happy "okay" you shouted before running up to catch up with him.

Hyoma Chigiri

it was friday, a day you both loved and (kinda) hated. it was your weekly skincare night, a concept your lovely boyfriend had introduced you to. you loved spending time with your boyfriend but you also thought doing thousands of things to keep your skin healthy was a hassle. you had never learned to take care of your body or your face like that. when Hyoma found out you washed your face with a bar of soap, he gave you the stinkiest side eye you had ever received. ever since then, he would force you to do skincare with him. you didn’t really think it was necessary; you were doing just fine before this, weren't you? but it quickly became something the two of you bonded over. you even found yourself looking forward to it. you were applying the green paste, with a weird smell, on Hyoma's face. he was perched up on the bathroom counter, with you standing in between his legs. after carefully applying the mask, making sure it didn’t go into his eyes or in his hair, you nodded at your work. you passed the container to Hyoma, for him to apply it to your face now. he scooped out a decent amount and started applying it to your face with his fingers, evenly smoothing it out. you started to lean into his hand, when he pulled your ear with his clean hand to make you stop leaning. "stand straight, will you?" he asked you with slight irritation in his voice. after a few seconds, he booped your nose softly, indicating that he had finished applying the mask to your face. you leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips, your green clay mask-covered noses bumping together. he pushed you away gently, "it's just there for 20 minutes, alright?" you looked up at him with a soft frown on your face. he just wanted to pinch your cheeks, you looked so adorable, with a bright baby blue headband pushing your hair back, and a green paste covering your face. "if you don't ruin the mask, i'll give you kisses as reward, okay?" he tried to bargain with you. you give a happy nod before hooking your hands under his thighs to lift him up. he instinctively wrapped his legs around your waist, as you carried him to the living room to re-watch your favorite series, closing the bathroom light on the way.

To undo a mistake

part 1/17 - next

- requested! - Lena x Bayern player!Reader

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"We can still be friends! We can still share the room at camp!" - She said trying to cheer me up.

Of course she would.

it's Lena we're talking about. But it didn't do much for the heartache I felt.

Despite only being together for a couple months, I was so sure of this. So sure we were in for the long run.

We both liked each other very much, but soon realized that living in different cities caused more trouble than you two anticipated.

She played for Wolfsburg and you played for Bayern.

But unlike your girlfriend, now ex, you didn't think that the distance was the biggest problem.

Her not wanting to try harder was.

So here you were in tears in your apartment, talking to her in bed... over the phone.

Yes. Breaking up in the worst way possible. You'd think that out of consideration she would've done it in person.

"Lena, I'm going to hang up now."

"Yeah. Okay. I'm really sorry Y/N."

It had been tough the next couple months, specially when Wolfsburg vs Bayern came up.

It was the end of the first half. You tried your best to keep it to yourself. It was 1 x 0 to your team. Avoided her well enough. Being a forward helped. She spent most part of the game busy with trying to assist or making sure to get the ball through the middle field. When you hear the sound of the referee blowing the whistle, you bolted towards the locker room. Unbeknownst to you Lena tried to catch up, so you two could chat. But seeing this, Pernille was quick to stop her in her tracks. The girls had taken a notice of your change of mood. Even though you hadn't opened up to anyone about it, they knew it most likely had to do with your now ex- girlfriend. They had grown protective of you. You were young, just turned 20. And you were about to complete your first season for Bayern.

Back to the second half, you couldn't keep your head in the pitch. You weren't doing a good game. So you weren't surprised when you were subbed off at the 65' minute. Even when they usually only started subbing later on. Guess it was that bad.

You'd won 3x0. But honestly everything lately felt like a loss somehow.

By the final whistle, you just wanted the day to get over with. The game was away, so you made an effort along with other players, to thank the fans that came to support the team.

But you froze in your steps when you saw something that if your heart wasn't already broken in a hundred pieces, it would definitely be now...

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Hope you guys are excited for this one!

Thank you for the anon who sent in the lovely request! I didn't answer the ask with the story, bc I didn't want to give away the next steps. Still need your help though!

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and so it goes

synopsis: bradley accepts maverick's invitation to spend christmas in the mountains, not realizing penny benjamin's hot niece will also be there.

pairings: bradley bradshaw x fem!reader (no y/n)

wc: 4.1K

warnings: an emphatic 18+, minors and ageless accounts dni, swearing, explicit smut, unprotected semi-public sex in a hot tub (writing this made me want to take a cranberry pill, please be safer than these two), thigh riding, dirty talk, a dash of exhibitionism, a sprinkle of praise kink

note: i... can't believe i wrote this. if you read we'd run inside out from the cold, i make a brief reference to bradley spending christmas skiing in the mountains. and somehow, here we now stand!

summoning @theharddeck (thighs) and @bioodforbiood (rooster is being slutty again) and a few people who wanted we'd run inside smut (if this isn't the worst thing you've ever seen, i'm working on that part two, i promise): @blue-aconite @thedroneranger @dhwanishah09 @six-bloodyminutes

“We should probably go inside…” 

…is what Bradley should have said 20 minutes ago when Penny and Maverick turned in for the night, leaving him alone in the outdoor hot tub with an open bottle of champagne and oh yeah, Penny Benjamin’s niece. 

December is frigid cold in the mountains, especially at this altitude, but from the deck, Bradley has a clear and perfect view of the mountains, peaked with snow and ice, glittering in the bluish moonlight. 

He also has a clear and perfect view of you, sitting across from him in a bikini top that barely covers anything at all. Steam rises from the surface of the water, doing precious little to obstruct the sight of your smooth skin, the barest tease of cleavage with your every shuddering breath.

Are you breathing like that on purpose? Bradley wonders, almost accusatory, then feels like a complete asshole. 

You could be having trouble breathing this high in the mountains. You shouldn’t risk altitude sickness, just because Bradley can’t look at your face without drifting down to your chest.

And once again, Bradley could've suggested going inside. 

He didn’t do that, choosing to instead refill his champagne glass, and now Maverick is probably going to let the damn missile take him out next time. He could’ve spent Christmas in San Diego alone. Not risking death at Penny Benjamin’s rented cabin.

He’d met you a few times at the Hard Deck, covering a shift at the bar for your aunt, like a good and dutiful niece. You were damn sweet too, taking orders and serving up drinks with a wide smile and an untouchable brightness in your eyes, even against the rudest patrons who’d had too much to drink.

You would smile all the way to the bell, ringing it without missing a beat, calling the nearest and strongest-looking Navy guys over to throw the asshole out in the sand. 

Hangman was the first one on the team to meet you, which was a little unfortunate for you. You did catch him in Relationship Jake mode when Jake had just started dating another Naval aviator on the team who was way too good for him. He wasn’t as much of an ass as usual. 

Walking into the Hard Deck, dressed in his usual open Hawaiian shirt, Bradley did a full-on double take at the unfamiliar bartender that Hangman was chatting with. You were effusive enough to dim the lights and the noise, drown out the loud music and chatter. He walked closer without even realizing it, drawn in. 

He didn’t catch the whole conversation, only the tail end. 

Where Hangman had said something like, “Aren’t you sweet?” with a scheming edge to his expression, something that the new Hard Deck bartender wouldn’t know to catch, not knowing him like Bradley did.

And with a subtle shake of his head, Hangman tucked it away, buttoned behind his signature smirk, and caught an eavesdropping Bradley around the shoulder.

“Bradshaw! You meet Penny’s niece yet?” 

Hangman shoved him forward, and Bradley stumbled into the bar hard enough to nearly knock the empty glasses from the counter. He turned to glare at the other man, but Jake had already melted in the crowd, no doubt seeking out his girlfriend – and again, too good for him – in the masses. 

You were watching him with raised brows, clearing away the glasses that had nearly shattered in the chaos and wiping down the counter. An expectant look on your face. 

He looked you up and down, like Bradley had been looking anywhere else for the past three minutes straight, and offered you a sheepish smile and a handshake. You met him with a warm smile and slipped your hand into his, telling him your name. 

“Pretty name,” Bradley repeated it, holding your hand for a half second longer than was strictly polite. You looked down at your hands, still joined over the counter, the cutest wrinkle in your forehead. He gave you your hand back, already mourning the contact. “I’m Bradley.” 

You eyed him and asked, “Bradley Bradshaw? What kind of name is that?” with a teasing lilt to your voice, passing him an IPA and opting to linger for a moment, despite the Hard Deck patrons clamoring for your attention on the other side. 

Rested your elbows on the sticky counter and leaned in. 

He nodded a confirmation. “Bradley Bradshaw.”

Women had always complimented him on his hands, wide palms and good fingers, and Bradley made sure to circle the bottle in his hand right in your line of sight, lingering there, not lifting it to his mouth. You watched him the whole time, an expression on your face that was unreadable. Not self-conscious though.

You didn’t seem to care that Bradley noticed. 

“You can call me Bradley.” He traced a knuckle through the condensation on the bottle, watching you watch him, gaze flitting from his face to his hand and back again. “Rooster works too. Hell, I think I’d probably answer to Bradshaw.” 

“Oh, so I can call you anything I like then?” 

Something shifted in your expression, warmed that bright smile into something more knowing, more flirtatious. Look at that, Bradley thought, taking another sip of his beer, fist tight around the glass. Teeth dented your lower lip, and Bradley wanted to reach out and pull your lip from between them. 

He wanted to sink his own into it. 

He opened his mouth to let out his best line when Penny appeared from the back and called your name. You shot him a parting smile, rescuing a few crumbled bills from the counter on your way over, and Bradley was left to watch you go, mind spinning with the possibilities. 

And now, Bradley doesn’t have to imagine the possibilities anymore. 

Sure, Maverick will probably sabotage his snowboard on the Black Diamond tomorrow and make his death look like an unfortunate accident, all in the name of Penny Benjamin, but Bradley is feeling a little daring right now. 

You last all of 10 minutes alone together before Bradley has you in his lap, grinding down on his bare thigh under the bubbling water with the damp fabric of that obscenely small bikini top balled up in his fist. 

And in his defense, Bradley makes a gallant effort for those 10 minutes. 

He really does.

He pulls out all the good conversation starters. Such as…

“Moon looks really cool tonight.” 

He whips that one out around the 2:45 minute mark, after Bradley already finished his champagne and offered the rest to you in the name of being polite and like, a goddamn gentleman. Forgetting that Maverick had taken your glass inside.

You reassured him, “Oh, I don’t need a glass,” and proceeded to pour champagne directly into your open mouth. It bubbled over your parted lips, spilling over the edge of your chin, trickling down your neck and collarbone, and Bradley had to look at the stars overhead and count backwards from 200.

200, 199, 198… You can’t fuck Penny Benjamin’s niece and ruin Christmas, or Maverick will leave you for dead in the wilderness… 197, 196, 195…

And Bradley’s tried and true check out the moon distraction doesn’t work out so well for him either. You can’t see it well from your spot in the hot tub and end up moving next to him to get a better angle, and now, Bradley has a front-row seat to the steam drifting off your skin.

Not your best work there, Bradshaw. 

“So…” Bradley tries again, around the 5:00 minute mark, after finding and losing Orion’s Belt six times. “You’re Penny’s niece, which makes you like… the daughter of her sister, right? That’s… cool.” 

You send him an odd look and don’t respond, closing your eyes and leaning your head back on the edge. Tuning him out. 

He probably deserves that. 

And around the 9:30 minute mark, Bradley has thought too hard about the steam rising from your skin and the flush that is spreading down your torso from the temperature. You get to your knees to look out over the dark blue mountains, and Bradley watches a droplet of moisture run from your shoulder down the length of your spine. 

He can’t get out of the hot tub like this. He’ll need to wait you out. 

It is fine. He can wait. 

He can stay out here all night. 

Less than 30 seconds later, Bradley is digging his thumb into the hinge of your jaw, opening you up to him, licking inside your mouth. You are sticky warm from the steam. A stark contrast from the chill of your lips, cold from the below freezing temperatures. 

He’d seen you sucking on a peppermint stick all evening, twirling it around a spiked hot chocolate, and Bradley can taste the rich chocolate and mint on your tongue. He could probably lick your neck and taste the spilled champagne. 

He wants nothing more than to lift you onto one of the wooden lounge chairs and press his face between your thighs. He wants you to ride him into oblivion and make his last Christmas alive a good one.

Maverick can kill him on New Year's.  

He doesn’t want to risk moving much closer to the still-dark cabin, so Bradley catches you around the waist, pressing and grabbing at any available skin. You make an encouraging noise against his mouth, and Bradley gets bolder, covering your breast with one large palm and anchoring you in place with the other one. 

He bounces his thigh, grinding you down on him at the exact same time, and god-fucking-damn, Bradley could come from that delicious sound alone, as gasping and needy as the hands that cling to his slick shoulders. 

He does it again, soaking in those gorgeous noises. 

Bradley breaks the kiss, hooking a thumb underneath the loose sting of your bikini bottoms that are still on for some fucking reason. You don’t need them anymore. He needs to feel you.

“Get these off,” Bradley whispers against your throat, pressing a hot kiss to the spot below your jaw. A quick taste confirms what Bradley suspected. You taste like champagne and sweat. 

“Take them off then.” You look at him with a challenge in your eyes, a twitch in your lips giving away your amusement. “I’m comfortable right here.” 

And to demonstrate your point, Bradley feels you rock down on his thigh once more, moving your hips without his guidance. He watches you, incredulous and turned on behind comprehension, and as retaliation, Bradley doesn’t bother unknotting the tie. 

He closes his fist around the strings and pulls hard enough to make them snap in two, shoving them to the side. Fabric floats up to the middle of the jacuzzi, joining the untied bikini top. It is damning evidence, and Bradley will need to remember to grab those on their way inside. 

You go still on top of him, and Bradley bites back a smirk. 

“Oh… my god, Bradley. I didn’t bring another swimsuit.” You slap your wet palm against his shoulder, looking about as menacing as Bradley has ever seen you look. Like a little baby kitten with a fluffed tail. “If I can’t use the hot tub for the rest of the trip because of you and your… your caveman hands…” 

“Oh yeah? You seemed to like my caveman hands a minute ago,” Bradley teases, testing his luck to the max.

He grips your thigh in his ‘caveman’ hand, hard enough to leave marks, and yanks you forward. His swim trunks ride low on his hips, so Bradley can feel you against his torso, smooth and warm and spread wide.

“What changed, baby?” 

You shiver, and Bradley sneaks a hand between your bodies, pressing the pad of his thumb right on your clit. Nails dig into his bicep, urging him on, and Bradley smiles again. 

“You still like them, don’t you?” 

“Maybe…” is more of an exhale than an admission. You look at him from under half-lowered lids, mouth slack from the feeling of Bradley gently circling your clit with his fingers. “But… I really did want to use the tub again. It’s, ah…” He sinks an index finger into you without preamble. You take him like a dream, all honey and silk around him. “It’s relaxing.” 

“You need to relax?” 

You nod, and Bradley nibbles at your neck, licking away the drops of champagne that still cling to your skin. He feels buzzed. It is probably just your proximity, the feeling of you on him.

“I’ll help you relax. Sweet thing like you, always looking out for everyone, aren’t you? Always helping everyone. You need someone who’ll be sweet to you too, don’t you, honey?” 

He winds your damp hair around his fingers at the base of your skull, reveling in the way your mouth falls open, the way you clench down around his fingers, absently canting your hips into him. God. He is hard enough to hurt, watching you like this. 

You don’t answer, and Bradley gives your hair a gentle but firm tug.

“Answer me, sweetness. I need to hear you say it.” 

A sharp inhale brings your chest against his, and Bradley can feel your hardened nipples. He’ll get to those later, right now Bradley is too busy watching your face, feeling you flutter around his fingers. 

“Yes.”

“Yes…?” Bradley prompts, capturing your gasp with a crushing kiss against your open mouth. He pulls away, letting your hair flow through his fingers, moving that hand back down to hold tight to your hips. He stills you, ignoring your whimpered protest. “Gotta be more specific than that.” 

You look him right in the eye, despite the embarrassed flush that’s overtaken your cheeks. “Yes, I want you to be… I want you to be sweet to me, want you to help me relax. I want all of it.” 

“Good girl.” 

Bradley pulls away all of his fingers except the one that’s teasing your clit. You give him this sad, mournful look and open your mouth to complain, maybe even to whine, but Bradley slides you back down onto his leg. He slots his firm thigh between yours, bends his knee to push against you, and the only sound that passes your lips is a breathy ‘fuck’ that makes him groan.

“I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll be sweet to you,” Bradley promises, guiding your hand to the front of his swim trunks. He is so big, straining against the loose fabric. You tug your lip between your teeth. “But I need to get you ready for me. I need you to be good for me. Can you do that?” 

“Yes, I… Tell me how.” 

“I need you to come all over my thigh.”

 

You really shouldn’t let him talk to you like this, shouldn’t be in this position at all, completely naked on the broad thigh of the cute Naval aviator who sometimes smiled and flirted with you at the Hard Deck. 

Actually… You should probably give yourself a little more credit here.

You knew Bradley was interested in you. Had been able to tell from the moment Hangman called him over on the very first night when Bradley had been hovering only a few feet away, obviously listening in. 

He’d smiled at you, all big and unassuming brown eyes that probably got him both in and out of all sorts of trouble. He was built like a brick shithouse, tall and wide and completely, utterly hot. 

Hot enough that when Penny asked you to come on the annual Northern California trip while Amelia opted for a tropical Christmas in Hawaii with Aunt Penny’s ex-husband…

You might have not so subtly asked whether Captain Mitchell had any plans to invite Bradley there for Christmas, accepting the invitation after Penny snorted and informed you that yes, Maverick had asked him. You choose to ignore the knowing undertone of her response. 

You hadn’t been expecting anything in all honestly, more curious about whether Bradley would act any different towards you outside the familiar environment of the Hard Deck. Hoped for a kiss under the nonexistent mistletoe at most. Maybe even a dinner invitation back in San Diego. 

Nothing like this. 

Bradley is still holding you between his hands, a crooked knuckle stroking and teasing at you under the water. It’s… different doing this here, hot water sloshing around your elbows, a fine layer of steam rapidly cooling on your skin in the cold mountain air. You didn’t expect to like it so much.

Snow starts to drift down from above, melting on the surface of the water, and Bradley is looking at you with liquid warmth swimming in his deep brown eyes, an intense concentration on his face.

Right. He asked you a question. 

Not a question. He told you how to do something.

How to be good for him.

Shivers run down your spine at the thought. 

“I think…” You aren’t doing all the much thinking right now to be honest. It is mostly overwhelming arousal and radio static up there right now. “I can do that. I want to do that.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

And the corner of Bradley’s mouth kicks up into a self-satisfied smirk. “Better get to work then. Don’t know how long I can stand having you spread open for me and not fuck you, but I’ll wait for you, baby.”

Something about that flips a switch in you, the idea that Bradley is holding himself back from grabbing you and sinking you down on his cock. You pick up your previous pace, rolling your hips forward and down on his thigh. He meets you at your level, working your clit, letting you push against the palm of his hand.

It feels unreal. 

Before Bradley even really gets talking. 

“Look at you, baby,” He hums the words against your neck, littering the skin with open-mouthed kisses, sometimes pausing to suck and bite in the places that could easily be covered with a scarf.

“You’re so fucking sweet, aren’t you? Everyone loves you. Such a sweet little angel, and yet, I’ve got you out here riding my fucking thigh. Someone could come out and see us. You don’t care, do you?” 

You can’t help the clench of your thighs, the too loud moan that bubbles from your lips. He shushes you and continues to torment you with dirty words whispered in your ear, voice deep and rasping. 

Pleasure is building and building. 

You are hot enough to burn.

“Fuck yourself on my thigh, angel,” Bradley instructs, pressing down on your clit. Everything disappears in a streak of white for a moment, and then Bradley comes back into focus, an apparition in the steam, urging you on. “Come for me. Come all over me, and then I’ll fuck you. You want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?” 

You can’t get the words out, too drunk on the sensation of his hard thigh slotted against you, the perfect friction of it. Feeling more benevolent, Bradley accepts your nod as an answer this time. You can feel him, hard as a rock against your thigh, and in your pleasure drunk state, fumble with the band of his swim trunks to free him. 

It takes a few attempts, and one particularly well-placed thrust from Bradley almost makes you give up. You manage to get him out though, taking him in your hand, thick and heavy, running your thumb over the top of him. 

It’s no small satisfaction that Bradley seems as needy as you right now, as unbalanced, groaning into your shoulder. 

“Come for me,” Bradley repeats, low and warm against your skin.

It doesn’t take much more than those words and a few more strokes, and Bradley has to catch you against his chest, shaking and shuddering around him and over him, miles away from here.

You can barely make out the soothing praise that Bradley mumbles into your damp hairline. Good. Good. So good for me. Did so well for me. He is throbbing in your hand, and as soon as the white-hot pleasure has cooled, Bradley is pulling you back over him, sinking you down on him in one smooth thrust. 

A large hand comes over your mouth to muffle the high-pitched cry that threatens to echo through the damn mountain range, and Bradley’s dark gaze flits between your eyes, waiting for your nod. 

He doesn’t waste much time after that, seeming to realize at the same time as you that time is limited. Riding his thigh might’ve been a spiritual experience. It doesn’t mean that Penny and Maverick aren’t currently sleeping in a cabin less than 15 feet away. 

Sweat drips down his neck as Bradley lifts you up and lowers you back down again, fucking you in deep and unrelenting thrusts, filling you up over and over again. You pulse around him, still sensitive from the aftershocks of that orgasm, and still moving in you, Bradley drops his head back against the edge of the tub, letting out a pained exhale.

“You’re so fucking tight. Taking my cock like a fucking dream. So perfect for me.” 

He hits a spot that makes your toes curl, makes electricity shoot through your entire body. You cling to his chest, pulling at his broad shoulders and insanely muscular arms. Kiss the underside of his jaw, cupping his jaw. 

You’re not even sure Bradley is aware of the words coming out of his mouth right now, eyes screwed shut, thrusting into you with increasing sloppiness, both of you growing closer to the edge. 

“God, baby, I wish I didn’t have to be quiet right now, I want to hear your moans and screams. Want to hear you scream my name.” 

“When I get you back to San Diego, I’m going to keep you in my bed for a whole fucking week, make you come on my tongue and my cock over and over and over.” 

"Bet you'll be so fucking sweet. Can't wait to..."

“Fuck, I think… I’m…” 

He brings up his fingers to pinch at your nipples, to get you there with him, and barely 30 seconds after your second orgasm of the night pitches you forward, Bradley is spilling inside of you, moaning your name. 

Later, Bradley wraps you in a towel, carefully fishing the ruined bikini from the cooling water and grimacing down at the hot tub with his hands on his hips. He picks up the bottle of champagne, weighing it in his hand.

“Do you think if I tell Mav that I spilled champagne in the hot tub and not to use it for the rest of the trip…” Bradley starts, tugging at the towel that sits low on his hips, squinting at the remaining liquid in the bottle. “…that there is any chance he’ll believe me?” 

A smile quirks your lips. “I’d say an even 50-50 split.” 

“Good enough for me,” Bradley says with a shrug and dumps the remaining dribbles of champagne into the tub, tossing the bottle in after it. He looks proud of his work, tugging the cover back into place.

You are both silent on the walk back to the cabin, lost in thought. You are watching the snow that’s started to fall from the sky again, wondering what… all of that meant for the future.

Bradley is gnawing the edge of his lip, probably thinking about the champagne or the slopes tomorrow or…

He loops a naked arm around your waist without a word.

Giddiness warms your chest. 

You clear your throat, trying not to let it show in your voice. You deserve at least a veneer of coolness after letting him fuck you senseless in a hot tub, what with the infection you’re definitely going to get from this.

Worth it. 

“So...” You remember his earlier words, the ones from the heat of the moment that Bradley probably doesn’t even remember saying out loud. “‘When I get you back to San Diego’, huh?” 

He scratches at the back of his neck, and in the dim light, you can make out the softest flush that creeps over his bare chest. How Bradley could be embarrassed now is beyond you. Sheepish is an adorable look on him though. 

“Did… Did I forget to ask you out?”  

“It might’ve slipped through the cracks.” 

“Ah,” Bradley says, looking down at you with bright eyes and color high in his cheeks. Snow catches in his lashes and his mustache. You have the sudden and overwhelming urge to kiss it away. “Well, I’d like to take you out back in San Diego. How’s that sound to you?” 

You stretch up on your toes to kiss him, right there in the snow, dressed in nothing but your towels. He is warm enough for the both of you right now, skimming his palms over your shoulder blades, cupping your nape. 

You give your answer.

“Thought you’d never ask, Bradshaw.” 

(...anyway... thoughts?)

Hey!! Do u mind writing a spider noir x fem reader (they live in the same universe) where the reader and Peter are already dating but he decides to confess that he’s spider man to her? Btw i absolutely love ur work! Stay safe and make sure to take breaks <3 (also sorry if this Req doesn’t make any sense I tried my best to explain it 😭😭)

UHM HELLO?!? THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA WDYM??😻

— love you more ᥫ᭡.

- pairing: Spider-Noir x fem!reader

❀˖° contents: pure fluff, peter is so lovely, dating, hugging, praising, pet names.

❀˖° summary: reader and peter are dating since few months, then peter decides to tell reader his identity, there are alot of emotions going on through the story.

❀˖° notes: sorry if this too long but noir is something else ya know 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

You and Peter have been dating for 2 months now, you are very comfortable with him and he is always comfortable with you.

Since yall date you do nothing but think about him, you can't get him out of your head, the way he talks to you, how he smiles at you, how he holds your hand when you go on a date, he was simply perfect for your eyes, your love for him grew more and more and didn't slow down.

One day he invited you to the movies with him, you accepted of course, you wanted to spend as much time as possible with him.

When you got to the cinema he hadn't arrived yet, maybe he was late you thought, but 15 minutes passed and there was no sight of him yet.

When you're almost resigned, you hear someone in the distance calling your name, you turn around to see who he is and it was Peter yelling at you to wait for him from afar.

“ 'm sorry, i had an unforeseen event and..” Peter said trying to catch his breath.

“Its okay, dont worry 'bout me, worry about the movie” you said as the movie had already started 20 minutes ago.

“I see, so you wanna go home or do you want to see another movie?” He told you with a sorry look, he really didn't want to be late on a date with you, but unfortunately his other life as a spider noir didn't give him any choices.

“Well, I want to spend time with you so it's okay if we see another movie” you replied by putting your hand on his shoulder smiling at him.

He nodded and then you entered the cinema.

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“That was a good movie,” you said giggling a little and holding his hand.

“Yeah, it was for sure,” he replied with a smile back.

He accompanied you home while the sun was setting, you had spent a good time with him, and he also did with you.

The more time passes, the closer you get and feel that you have more and more feelings.

The dates continued, but it must be said that he arrived 70% of the time late, you didn't understand why he always arrives 15 or 20 minutes after the time you gave yourself, if it didn't suit him then he could tell you but he didn't.

Peter doesn't want you to think that for him you go in the background or that you're not important enough to him, unfortunately he doesn't decide when the city needs him, there is one and only spider noir in the world, and it was him.

Precisely for this reason, he thought a lot about the decision to tell you his identity, you were the person he trusts the most, and he can't keep hiding it from you, he doesn't want you to come up with bad ideas, he felt comfortable with you, he doesn't want to ruin the relationship you have created in these months.

At this point he prefers to let you know now, he doesn't want it to be too late to tell you.

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“Can I come over, my love?” He told you on the phone.

“Yeah sure, there's something wrong?” You answered him, noticing that he was nervous by his voice.

“I needa tell you something really important” he only answered you this and attacked.

What does he mean by this? Did something happen between us? Lately I see him a bit in his thoughts, maybe he wants to tell me the reason why he's been behaving like this lately. These were your thoughts when he told you this, you were afraid to know but you were also impatient, you wanted to know so bad the reason, but at the same time you were nervous.

“Sorry dove, I really need to go” he told you as he put his jacket back on and got out of his chair.

“But u said we'll go to-“ you tried to answer, a little disappointed with his behavior, but you were stopped by him,

“I promise one day i'll explain you everything, just remember that I love you” he told you softly as he stroked your cheek with his hand, then gave you a kiss in the head and said you goodbye.

Damn it, you couldn't get mad at him, he was so sweet and adorable with you, whatever he's going through you would have listened and tried to understand him, he's not the type to leave this way for nonsense, if he has to leave it will be for a good reason.

And he knew you trusted him, that you would wait for him, that you would give him time to confess everything to you, by now he no longer needed to say to leave, you understood him immediately when he made that sincerely sorry look.

“Love, i-“ he tried to tell you while you were having dinner at your house, he took a look at the window, he always gave a look at the window before leaving, you didn't understand why but it didn't matter.

“You can go babe” you told him as you smiled softly at him and put your hand on his arm.

There was no reason to get angry, you trusted him a lot, you know he would never lie to you, you know he would never let you down, that's why you didn't ask where he was going, you had to wait for him, you always tried to put him at ease and he did the same, your esteem for each other was very high.

“Youre the best” smiled back at you as you saw him walk out the door.

The steps were fast, the breath accelerated, nervous look, sweaty hands and lost in the thoughts, am I really going to tell her that i am spider noir? How will she react? That I'm just a liar? A guy who deceives people for fun? These were Peter's thoughts on his way to your house, you were both agitated, you didn't know what the other would say and react, the fear was high but the patience is no less.

You heard three knocks on the door, got up quickly, opened the door and Peter had a nervous look in his face. He could say the same for you, he wanted to greet you but no sound came out of his throat, he kept telling himself to take courage.

“Hey, you good darling?” You said, noticing that he was nervous, so you tried to calm him down by putting one hand on his shoulder.

“Hi dove, yeah im good.. What 'bout you” he tried to create a normal conversation, hoping to improve the situation for whatever reaction you would have.

“Im great too, so are you gonna tell me?” You answered while you invited him to sit on the couch with you.

He accepted your request and sat down next to you, you looked at him, waiting for an answer, and the only one you wanted was a yes.

“Yeah, but promise me you won't be disappointed or angry with me love,” he told you, looking into your eyes in a deep, sweet voice towards you.

“Of course babe, ill never get mad at you, you know that” you said as you smiled softly to put him at ease, you weren't a touchy person, so you know you wouldn’t.

“Okay then.. you know when i kept going away without giving you a good reason, or when i arrived late at our dates? Well, theres a big reason, really big.” he communicated to you in a sincere and serious voice.

He was waiting for your reaction, with that he didn't want to worry, he meant that he would never send you into the background for something unimportant, you were too important to him, so he preferred to tell you now, hoping it wasn't too late.

“Love you know you can tell me everything and i will always understand you, whatever is the reason, even if is the craziest reason, ill always be on your side” you answered softly, damn if he loved you so much.

“Even the craziest reason? Even if im.. spider noir?” He didn't even know with what courage he said it, his heart accelerated the beat, waiting for some significant reaction from you.

“What?..” your reaction was shocked, but it wasn't clear whether it was positively or negatively shocked, so he kept saying,

“ i know you think im joking or lying but its the true, and i wanted to tell you now because i was scar-“ tried to say but was stopped by you,

“This is..” you kept looking at it with the same expression as before,

“Please trust m-“ was stopped a second time, when you suddenly hugged him, he opened his eyes wide at first, confused by your sudden gesture of affection, so it meant that you were neither angry nor disappointed , his heart began to calm down, and Peter found himself at ease so he returned the hug, still slightly confused.

“Amazing. This is amazing Peter” you said as you held him tighter against you.

“I love you more than anything, remember that.” he told you, as you continued to hug.

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The next few months Peter and you were still in love if not more. Now that you know that he is spider noir, he often carries you in his arms, while admiring the city at night, Peter stopped over a skyscraper.

“The moon is beautiful, isnt it?” You said as the full moon lit up your face beautifully, you looked like an angel in Peter's eyes.

“But you're definitely prettier dove” he confessed to you as he sat on the edge of the skyscraper, you sat next to him, and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Love you, Peter.” you answered almost whispering,

“I love you more.”

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Hii! Could we have 56. "Are you flirting with me?" for every RO?

Ask and you shall receive~ (It's pretty long.)

დ Cam- You've spent 30 minutes helping Cam clean up his room. He's flopped on the bed, a bed that's littered with rolls of film and lenses. A bag of chips and what was once a candy bar is now a melted mess.

Cam's always been this way. A mess, a very handsome mess. You tilt your head slightly as you look at him, his hair disheveled covering up his eyes. Letting out a groan he raises his shirt to rub his stomach.

Neither of you says anything long enough that he looks at you. "What?" he asks, ignoring the smudge of chocolate that has somehow found its way onto his cheek.

You smile at him before walking over to rub his cheek. His voice catches, his eyes wide as they look over your face. "A…are you flirting with me to get out of cleaning?"

დ G- You hold the dog softly, not wanting to scare it, as G goes to check its leg. G is precise in their movements. The tone they use to talk to the dog is soft, calming.

They catch you staring a few times and only arch a brow at you. Once determined the dog is fine they take it from you, holding it gently in their arms.

No one would believe the sight in front of you if they saw it, a smile on their face as they rub noses with the dog. Hell, you barely do.

"Cute." The word escapes your lips before you can catch yourself.

The speed at which they turn their head looks painful. Their dark eyes bore into you, searching your face as a blush creeps onto their cheeks. "Are you flirting with me? Now of all times?" They turn to press their head against the dog, the tips of their ears bright red.

დ Kara- You two have been at the leasing office all day. You've been helping her file papers for easily an hour now. While you finish up the last bit, Kara comes in with food. "I owe you so my treat." She motions for you to sit down.

You oblige, trying to get as comfortable in the stiff chair. Kara is usually so put together, her hair always in place, her makeup perfect. Yet now there is a slight sheen to her face, her hair a little messy, undone from the ponytail she had it in. You like her better like this.

She catches you staring, saying nothing as she tucks her hair behind her ears. She takes the utensils from their packaging and holds them out to you. When you don't take them, she looks at you, "I must look a mess." You shake your head at her. Kara Clarke is anything but a mess.

She stares at you a moment longer, placing the utensil down. You notice a blush on her cheeks. "Stop kidding, or are you flirting with me?"

დ M- They said one more paragraph over half an hour ago. Yet still there they are, slouching at the computer. You've noticed they have been staring at the screen for at least 20 minutes. Walking over, you wrap your arms around their neck.

"I'm sorry MC. It just isn't reading right." They rub their eyes, turning to you. Pulling you against them so they can rest their head against your stomach.

They stay that way for a few more minutes before they look up at you with tired eyes. A warm smile on their face.

"You should go to bed, you're going to exhaust yourself at this point and I'll be left stuck taking care of you." You can't help to tease them a little. That little smile pulled at their lips.

"If you wanted to get me to bed, you just had to say so." They say it so easily. Is there a deeper meaning there? It's hard to tell, but something in their eyes tells you there is.

You scoff, pushing them back in their seat. "Get in bed or else." You try not to smile as you say it. They cock their head at you and run a hand along their chin. "Are you flirting with me?"

დ Isaac- You're unsure how long you've been standing there. Leaning against the steps of the apartment while Isaac tinkers with something under the hood of their car. It was supposed to be a quick drive to the apartment to pick up some things.

Yet here you are, watching them dirty their shirt with even more oil stains. At least the view is nice. It's not too hot, slight breeze in the air.

"Hello, Earth to MC!"

You blink, noticing Isaac looking at you as they take off their shirt, and wiping the sweat from their brow. You know they said something, yet you can't think of a response. Not when you see the sweat glisten against their warm umber skin. You can't help but whistle at that sight.

They laugh, flinging their shirt at you. "Seriously flirting with me right now?" Isaac grabs you by the hand, pulling you to the car. "Get in."

დ Ardent- You squirm slightly, ignoring the tingling sensation of your butt going numb from sitting on the counter for so long. Ardent stands in front of you, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

"I'm not asking again. Where the hell is Cupid?" He glares at you, those brown eyes searching your face as you reposition yourself again.

"I told you we don't have the cat." You avert your eyes, instead focusing on the scars on his arm.

Ardent reaches forward, raising your chin so you have no choice but to look at him. His hair has begun to fall out of the tie he had it pulled in, now grazing against his jaw.

You can't help but notice a strand against his scarred lip. Lip's that are slightly moist. This very thought makes you shake your head. Which only makes him hold your chin tighter. It only annoys you more. Why is it that every time that cat is missing, he thinks Cam took it?

You push against his chest, and your patience has run out. What little he did move was just for show. "Don't be a brat.", he says sweetly. As if your being annoyed is just what he wanted.

"Fuck off." You say it firmly. Or at least try to. It's hard to mean it with that crooked smirk on his lips.

"You really shouldn't be flirting right now. I only want what's mine."

Angel chapter 6

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down.

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 5, 000

Warnings:  dirty talk, oral sex (m receiving), choking, sex (p in v), cheating

A/N: English is not my first language.

Aemond is 20, Helaena, Aegon and Y/N are 22, Jason Lannister is 25

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda @hamatoanne​  @aemondsdoll​ @schniiipsel​  @okfashionista​ @zillahvathek​ @teranya​ @tempo-rary-fix​ @reneki​  @moonmaiden1996​ @padfooteyes​ @nina2697​ @ryswritingrecord​ @iiamthehybrid​, @justsumtuffstuff​ @aemonds-wifey​ @blacpiink​, @devotedlythoughtfulanchor​, @namelesslosers​​ @gibbsgirl7​​ 

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5

Next chapter will be the big final 😁

It has to be today. Today you will break up with Jason. It’s the right time. You were already decided and after sleeping with Aemond you were more than sure that you needed to end things with Jason. You realized what everybody around you has been telling you for months. You were not in love with him, and you probably have never been in love with him. And honestly, you started to think that he felt the same. When you came back from the bathrooms, looking guilty as hell, he wasn’t there anymore. Hel told you that he left 10 minutes ago. He had an important phone call from his work and he had to leave, leaving you there with your bestie to give you a ride home. You just spent 20 minutes in the bathroom fucking Aemond and he didn’t even notice. His work was always the most important thing in his life. 

So, that was the reason why you were standing in front of Lannister Corp. now. Your hands were sweaty and you tried to practice your break up speech once again. You took a deep breath and walked inside. It was lunch break and he should be in his office. He always had his lunch delivered there from his favorite Chinese or Thai restaurants. Weirdly his secretary Cersei wasn’t behind her desk. You were happy about it, she was very strict older woman and she never let you in to see him without you having an appointment with him. Which was ridiculous, he was your boyfriend for Christ’s sake. You softly knocked and stepped inside his enormous office. “Jason, sorry to bother you we need to talk...” you started gently but froze when you saw the scene in front of you. Jason wasn’t alone at his office. He was there with some woman, who was currently sitting on his lap and kissing him passionately while playing with the buttons of his white dress shirt. “What is this? Who is this woman?” you asked him, your voice dangerously calm and low. “What are you doing here, you are not supposed to come here at this time of a day?” he frowned, looking more annoyed than guilty that you found him here in this compromising position.  “Who is this woman, babe? Why is she talking to you like this?” the woman asked him, looking even more confused than you.  “Don’t worry about it, honey. I will take care of it,” he smiled softly and kissed her forehead. You noticed a diamond engagement ring on her finger before he roughly pushed you outside his office.  “What the fuck is this? She is engaged, Jason!?” you yelled at him, when he closed the door behind you. Sure, you were acting like a biggest hypocrite right now, you were also cheating on him, but at least Aemond was single without any commitments. “Yes, she is engaged. She is engaged to me,” he said with a cruel smirk. “What did you just say?” you gasped in complete shock. “Me and Rebecca has been together for 4 years. She will become my wife next summer,” he added and studied your shocked face. How could he do something like this to you? You felt guilty about cheating on him, you barely sleept this night, wanting to end this as soon as possible to spare him the pain and humiliation and he has been cheating on you since the very first day of your relationship? No, scratch that, he was cheating on his future wife with you, you were the other woman. You were his mistress. Suddenly it all started to make sense. He never took you at public places, so people couldn't see you two together and say it to his girlfriend. And this whole time you just thought that he is very private person.  “I don’t understand it. We are together for more than a year!! How could you hide it for so long? Does my mother know about Rebecca?” you fired questions on him.  “No, she doesn’t know a thing, she lives in her little fantasy world where you are future Mrs. Lannister and she is rich,” he snorted like if it was the most ridiculous idea in the world.  “And how did I keep this a secret for so long? Well, unlike you, Y/N, I am discreet about people I fuck,” he added with venom in his voice. “What?” you gulped. Could he really know about you and Aemond?  “You are not really as subtle about your lover as you think,” he barked. “You know about him? It was only a onetime thing,” you said, feeling guilty even though you just found out, that he is much worse than you. “Of course I know about it, I thought that you are better than this. But no, you are like every other whore in that school, falling for Aegon Targaryen and his charms,” he was so furious that he was almost spitting on your face as he was talking. What? He still thinks that you are having an affair with Aegon? You laughed at him and he looked like if he really wants to hit you. ‘ “Is that funny, to you?” he looked at you with disgust. “Yeah, very funny. Aegon has never touched me like this”. “Don’t lie, you little slut. I saw you walking from the bathrooms yesterday, you looked like someone who was just fucked. Only a few moments later Aegon walked out with his sex hair and smug smile on his stupid, ugly face,” he shouted and you really had to laugh at the coincidence. Aegon probably fucked that blonde bombshell in the men’s bathroom while you were with Aemond in the Ladies bathroom. And Jason was stupid enough to not notice that you walked from the different doors.  “You know what? Think whatever you want. I don’t give a fuck. We are over. I don’t want to see you again,” you wanted to end this sick charade as soon as possible, go home, call Helaena and tell her about this absurdity.  “Fine with me. I was about to dump your boring ass, anyway,” he shrugged.  “Boring? You call me boring?” you snorted. “You are the most boring person I know Jason Lannister. You are snobbish, stupid, selfish and you suck in bed, big time,” you shouted at him, not caring about who will hear you. “It felt differently when you were moaning under me like a whore,” he laughed. “I was faking it, you idiot. But you know what? Someone gave me an earth shattering orgasm last night, and it certainly wasn’t you,” you shouted at his face and stormed out of the office, feeling sick of looking at his face any longer.  

When you told Hel about all of this she was happy, that you are no longer dating that moron, but she was also very angry that he was making fool out of you for months. And she had the perfect opportunity for you to forget about Jason and have a rebound sex. She and Aegon had a birthday and of course they threw a big party at their house. It was more Helaena’s party than Aegon’s. You knew that he will stay for few hours with his twin and family and disappear around 6PM to have his own more wild party with his friends. He invited you to his other party, but you gently declined the invitation. It was getting late, Aegon was already gone, and you were sulking in the garden. Hel was in the middle of everything, talking with everyone that she barely had a time to try to hook you up with one of her or Cregan’s hot friends. You tried to avoid her as much as possible. You didn’t want a one night stand with some random guy. You weren’t really sad about the break up. You felt angry and humiliated but not sad, and you didn’t need revenge sex.

Aemond kept ignoring you the whole afternoon and you hated to admit that it made you more upset than the whole situation with Jason. He spent most of the afternoon around the grill with his uncle Daemon, who was hot as hell for his age, seriously, what was with the Targaryen men? Why were they all so hot?When he wasn’t chatting with Daemon he kept glancing on his phone and furiously typing something. He acted like nothing happened between you two. He barely acknowledged your presence. It felt like the old times when you were just his sister’s friend who he barely registered. It hurt you more than you were willing to admit. This was what you wanted, he stopped bothering you, flirting with you or trying to get into your pants. He already fucked you, so he lost interest. You expected it will happen, so why you were so sad? Suddenly he bolted from his chair and disappeared in the house. Few seconds later you heard his bike roaring in the yard. He left the party without a word, probably going to fuck one of his fan girls. Fuck, you were screwed because you felt tears in your eyes after this realization.

The more you were thinking about it the angrier you got; at yourself for slowly falling for Aemond and at him for messing up your life like this. That asshole even had the audacity to steal your panties. Your best pair of panties you must say. The whole set cost you a fortune and you wanted them back. And this was the perfect opportunity to get them from his room, while he was gone. You looked at Helaena who was distracted by Cregan’s tongue in her mouth, and you quickly made your way inside the house. You tiptoed to Aemond’s room and quickly slid inside. You didn’t dare to turn on the lights, but the moon was shining brightly this night, so you could see the outlines of his room. You have been inside couple times when you were younger and you played hide and seek, so you had an idea how is the furniture positioned there. You slowly walked to his bed, looking under his pillow and blanket. The idea of him sleeping with your panties under his pillow made you strangely aroused. You quickly shook your head and kept your focus on a given task. You didn’t find your panties there, but his pillow smelled so much like him that you had to pick it up and smell it for a few moments.  You walked from his bed toward his chest of drawers, stopping at the door for a moment, carefully listening if someone wasn’t outside. When you only heard muffled voices from downstairs you slowly continued your search party. You quickly opened the first drawer and only found leather gloves for his bike. You closed it and moved to the next one, it was filled with socks, you quickly rummaged through it, knowing that he wouldn’t let your panties lie on top of it where his mother could find them. You blushed when you opened the third drawer. It was full of his underwear and you gulped, suddenly feeling like a creep. You hesitantly searched the drawer, making decision that you should leave as soon as possible. You closed the drawer when you noticed a movement at the dark corner of the room. You froze as you noticed a dark figure sitting on the leather chair. You hadn’t noticed him earlier, because the moonlight wasn’t falling on the corner and your eyes weren’t so accustomed to the darkness like they were now. “Are you looking for this, angel?” he asked and twirled your panties on his finger. You could hear the taunting smirk in his voice even though you couldn’t see his face clearly. You couldn’t move a muscle, you felt like a mouse caught in the trap by a big fat cat. “Did cat got your tongue, Y/N?” he mocked you and as your eyes got used to the darkness in the corner of his room, you started seeing more of the scene in front of you. He was sitting in his big leather armchair in the corner, you knew from Helaena that he likes to sit there and read his books and text books. He was sitting there, his legs wide open, his hair down, and you weren’t sure but it seemed like if he took off his eyes patch. How the hell was this possible, you saw him leaving an hour ago and he didn’t come back before you stepped inside the house? “What are you doing here?” you barely whispered. It was a stupid question, considering that you were standing in his room right now. “Waiting for you, angel,” he smirked and he looked like some kind of dangerous assassin, lurking in the darkness of the room. He really was dangerous, dangerous for your fragile heart, which was beating fast at this moment. You felt the adrenaline running through your veins. You knew that you should get out of here as quickly as possible. There were people in the house, his mother Alicent was probably downstairs in the kitchen, you could easily run away from him, but you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think straight, not while he was looking at you with a predator gaze in his blue eye. You caught a glint of something blue in his other eye. You heard rumors about him having a prosthetic sapphire eye, but you have never seen him without his eye patch before. “Come here,” he ordered and you found your legs moving on their own accord towards him. You stopped before him, for once being the one who looks at him from above. “Give me my panties back, Aemond,” you demanded, but your voice was above a whisper. “If you want them so badly, you need to earn them, angel,” he smirked and patted his leg. “Sit,” he ordered and you obeyed him against your better judgment. “I saw you leaving,” you accused him. “Did you?” he smiled slyly. “Where did you go?” you asked him. “None of your business, nosy little angel,” he said mysteriously and wrapped his long arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You gasped as you felt the outline of his cock under your ass. “She couldn’t be fully satisfied when you are back so quickly,” you said sarcastically and he gave you a knowing smirk. “Are you jealous, angel?” he said lowly against the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “No, of course not,” you said quickly, trying to ignore his thumb making circles on your exposed skin between your shorts and tank top. “Liar, you are green with jealousy. You don’t give a fuck about your panties, you just wanted an excuse to see me again, or at least sneak into my room and sniff at my pillow,” he teased you and bit the top of your ear playfully while you blushed wildly. “I am not jealous. We are not together, we only fucked once in the bathrooms, it was a typical meaningless quickie, you can fuck whoever you want, I don’t care,” you stubbornly insisted on your answer as you tried to convince him and yourself. “You see, that’s the problem, angel,” he sighed and quickly manhandled you so you were straddling his lap. His hand wrapped around your throat as he pulled you closer to him, so you were staring right at his eyes. The rumors were right, there was a sapphire blue stone placed in his eye socket and it looked so fucking beautiful. “I can’t,” he growled and you rose up your eyebrows in confusion. “I can’t fuck or touch anyone else. Since that day when you almost cum on my tongue on our kitchen table I haven’t been able to even look at or touch another woman. It’s you who is constantly on my mind. I think that you bewitched me, angel,” he confessed and you watched him with eyes wide open. “I had to hop on my motorcycle and take a little ride around the block or I would have to bend you over the table in front of my whole family and fuck you raw. You look so fucking sexy in these short shorts, showing your perfect little ass to everyone around, it’s a warm night but I could still see your nipples standing under your top and begging for my attention”. He flipped your nipple with his thumb and you whimpered. “Naughty girl, walking around my house, dressed like this. Provoking me every time you bent over to pick up something and showing me your ass or cleavage,” he pinched your nipple and you rocked your hips against his lap, finding him already hard for you. “What is it, you needy little thing? Rubbing your cunt against my cock already? You want me to fuck this tight pussy, again, hmm?” he hissed in pleasure as you grinded on him again, harder this time. He awoke the side of you you never knew that existed. “If you want my cock in your pussy so much, you little slut, you need to earn it,” he smirked wickedly at you. “On your knees, little angel,” he released your throat. You could easily just hop off his lap and go back to the party like if nothing happened, but his confession about not being able to touch anyone else awoke something inside you. You wanted him, it was hopeless to deny that now, you wanted him since you were a teenage girl and your horny crush turned into something you were scared to call love yet. Was it even possible for him to love you back? He could be lying to you about everything. Maybe you are doing the biggest mistake and you will end up with your heart broken. But you knew one thing about Aemond, he wasn’t a liar or pretender. He was acting like a dick and said hurtful things to people but he never let anyone believe that he likes them if that wasn’t the truth.  “Could you sit little bit closer to the edge, please,” you asked him, expecting him to laugh at you. “OK, angel, but only because you said please, like a good girl?” he smirked and sit closer to the edge with you still sitting on his lap. You started unbuttoning his shirt, waiting for him to stop you or push you on the floor, but he remained silent, watching your every move with lust filled eye. You undid the last button and opened his dark shirt, revealing his chest and muscled abdomen to you. You sighed happily at the sight in front of you. The moonlight gave him almost ethereal look. You started kissing his long neck, sucking at the pulse point, hearing him gasp which only spurred your actions. You placed opened mouth kisses down his throat to his chest, your nails scratched over his tight abs while your tongue circled his hard nipple. “Such a fucking tease, angel,” he groaned. You smirked and sucked his nipple into your hot mouth while squeezing the other between your fingers. “I said on your knees you little vixen, stop fucking teasing me!” he groaned and you knew that you were so close to crossing line when his patience will run out with you. You slowly slid between his spread legs and he fucking loved the sight in front of him. You started kissing you path down his stomach to the top of his black jeans. You slowly undid the top button and pulled down the zipper carefully. His cock was straining against the zipper and you didn’t want to hurt him. He raised his hips slightly so you could take off his pants. You were greeted by his hard cock. He didn’t wear any underwear under it. It hit the underside of his belly and you didn’t hesitate and licked him from the base to the leaking head while looking into his eye. “Fuck, angel!” he moaned and you felt your pussy throb at the sight. You took him into your hand, stroking him slowly, loving the deep breaths he had to take to stay relatively calm. You rubbed his length, getting the pre-cum from the tip and smearing it all over his thick shaft. You licked the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent vein with your tongue, while your fist played with his leaking head.  “Fucking hell, angel!! I am gonna fuck you so hard, for torturing me like this,” he threatened and you finally opened your mouth and took him inside. He cursed loudly as you took as much of his dick inside your mouth as possible. Your hand played with the rest of his dick you couldn’t fit in.  “Fuck, that’s it, what a good fucking girl,” he groaned you moaned around him, loving his praise. You started bobbing your head up and down his cock, sucking on his head every time you reached it. He tossed his head back and you loved to have this kind of power over him. You hollowed your cheeks, swirled your tongue around his thick length.  “If you keep going like this, I will cum down your throat, angel,” he warned you but you didn’t stop. “You want that, don’t you? You want to swallow my cum, like a good little girl,” he purred the last words, realizing how much you love his praise.  He fisted your hair into a makeshift ponytail and forced you to go deeper down his cock, making you gag around him as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. “Look at you, choking on my dick,” he groaned at the feeling and you tried your best to breathe through your nose while your mouth was full of his thick cock. You reached for his balls, fondling them in your hands and his hips bucked up involuntarily, forcing himself deeper down your throat.  “You have been warned, angel. Swallow it all like a good girl,” he growled and painted your throat with spurt after spurt of thick cum. You did your best to swallow it all but it was too much and you felt a trickle of his cum running down your chin. You released his cock and licked his dripping cum from your lips. You looked so hot doing that he felt his cock throb again. “Get rid of these shorts and panties and come here, angel,” you hooked your fingers on the hem of you panties and slowly dragged them down your legs, swaying your hips seductively while doing that before you straddled him again. He reached for your chin and pick up the remains of his cum that your tongue couldn’t reach. You grabbed his hand by the wrist and sucked his thumb into your mouth.  “So greedy to taste more of my cum, angel,” he smirked and moved his wet thumb from your lips to your clit and grinned when he felt how wet you were. “Awww, I don’t need you to wet my fingers, you are dripping for me. Is this all just from sucking my dick, angel? Are you this horny? Your pathetic boyfriend still didn’t fuck you?” he teased you and circled your clit agonizingly slowly. “I no longer have a boyfriend,” you leaned closer and whispered into his ear. Your soaked pussy rubbed against his flaccid cock, which was slowly getting hard again.   “What happened in the paradise?” he smirked but you could see gleeful joy in his eye. “He is a scum, I really don’t want to talk about Jason now,” you said and kept dragging your wet pussy over his cock. “I see, you rather soak my dick with your juices, don’t you, my little slut?” he watched you as you were rubbing yourself against him. You felt him getting hard under you quickly and you raised your hips, ready to take him in. But he grabbed you under your throat again. “Easy, angel. I am in charge here,” he smirked when you pouted your lips. “Aemond, please,” you begged him as your pussy was clenching around nothing. “Please what, Y/N? Speak your mind!”he watched you with sadistic pleasure in making you suffer like this. “Please, fuck me. Please, I need it, I need you. Please, baby,” you whimpered and he fucking love to hear you beg for him like this. He reached between your bodies and stroked his once again rock hard cock. He teased your clit with the tip of it. “What did you just call me, angel?”he groaned and kept teasing your aching clit. “Baby?” you blushed when you realized that you used a very affectionate pet name but he seemed to like it. You felt the tip of his cock in your entrance and you rocked your hips, trying to push him further. He smacked your ass and you yelped in surprise. “I said that I am in charge, my naughty little angel,” he smirked and smacked your ass again, earning another yelp from you which sounded more like a moan. “Hmm, maybe you like being punished,” he studied your face as his hand slapped your ass once again. “Aemond, please,” you tried again, frustrated tears already forming in your eyes. “I can edge you for hours, Y/N. It would be quite a lovely sight, to see you crying in frustration, your pussy soaking wet but empty,” he kept teasing you and you were losing your mind. “Aemond, don’t be cruel. Please, I want to feel your big cock inside my pussy stretching me real good, please baby, give it to me,”he has never heard you talking like this, hearing his little angel talking dirty like this send a new rush of blood to his dick. “Well, since you beg so nicely, Y/N,” he slowly sank you on his cock and you both groaned at the feeling of him filling you completely. He gave you few moments to get use to his size in this position.  “Ride me, angel,” he commanded and you happily obeyed. You started bouncing on his cock slowly. He took off your top and bra and you moaned when you felt his large hands on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh. “Faster,” he growled and pinched your nipples to spur your movements. You placed your hands on his shoulders for support and started to fuck yourself fast and hard on his cock. He captured your lips in bruising kiss, his hands moved from your breasts to your hips, helping you to keep riding him even faster. You knew you will have bruises there the next day and you couldn’t care less. “So good, so fucking good,” he murmured against your ear and you groaned in agreement. “You feel so good inside me, I am gonna cum soon, Aemond,” you whined as he started fucking into you faster from below.  “A-a-a-a-mond?” you whined loudly, feeling your walls pulsing around his cock. “Cum for me, angel, I want you to cum on my cock now,” he demanded and you happily obeyed. The orgasm hit you both like a train and he quickly placed a hand on your mouth so your loud moan won’t echo through the whole house. “Fuck, angel. I need to get you somewhere where you can scream my name as loud as you want. I want to hear you scream for me,” he said breathlessly as you fell into his arms, absolutely spent. “Now tell me, why did you break up with that imbecile, not that I am complaining,” he asked curiously. “There were many other reasons, but I found out that he cheated on me, or better say he was cheating on his fiancée with me,” you admitted and Aemond frowned. “Yes, he had a fiancée called Rebecca for 4 years and I have never noticed. Go on call me stupid and naive,” you sighed, feeling defeated. “Yes, you are very naive, angel. But he is a scum,” he said angrily and you looked up at him. He really looked angry. “Did you say that his fiancée’s name was Rebecca? Rebecca Tyrell?” he smirked darkly and you didn’t understand why he looks so pleased. “I guess. He didn’t introduce us. Why are you smiling like a Satan?” you questioned him. “Because Aegon is fucking his dear Rebecca for the last 4-5 months,” he explained and you watched him for few moments in disbelieve and then you started laughing loudly. “Is it really that funny, angel?” he raised his eyebrow. “Oh yes, it is. This whole time he was accusing me of cheating on him with your brother, but in fact it was his future wife who was fucking him,” you kept giggling and he watched you with unreadable expression. When your laughter slowly died he took your chin between his fingers and forced you to look into his eye. “You might find the idea of fucking Aegon funny, but I don’t want to see you around my brother, angel. Are we clear? You are mine and he likes to steal what is mine!” he looked vulnerable like this. You heard rumors about a girl name Alys who was dating Aemond in high school and he really loved her but Aegon seduced her and Aemond pushed her away from him after her betrayal and since that day he turned into a heartless fuck boy.  “I have no desire to fall for your brother’s charms, Aemond. I know Aegon for years, he fucks anything that moves, I have no desire to be another notch on his bedpost,” you assured him, leaning closer to kiss him when you heard loud banging on the door. “If you two are done, I want to talk to you Y/N. Alone!!” Helaena shouted from behind the doors and you gulped. This will be a very awkward conversation...

 Part 7 (final) coming soon

Kiss It Better

Joel Miller x gn!pregnant!reader

Masterlist : Taglist

Summery: You catch Joel staring the scar on this forehead.

Warnings: Mention of suicide attempt and child death

short lil dabble from last minute inspo

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Life was good these days. Tommy said he hadn't seen Joel this happy in 20 years; you had a good life together. You and Joel were happy together, you were parental figures to Ellie and now had a little one on the way. As a family, you frequently spent time with Tommy and Maria and their two kids; Tommy was a fun uncle, to be sure, always showing Ellie the new guns and gadgets he got or made. In fact, all of you were on your way over to their house for dinner now. Yeah, everything was good, you and Joel were happy.

Joel was in the bathroom washing hands before you head out, and you wabble over to the bathroom to ask him for a hand down the stairs. At 8 months, you were a little off balance and didn't want to risk a fall.

"Hey sweetie, can you-"

He tries to hide it but you saw him, leaned into the mirror and poking at his scar on his forehead.

"Oh, hey darl'n, you ready to head down?" Joel tried to act as if it hadn't happened.

"What were you doing, baby?"

Joel sighed, realizing he'd been caught. "Noth'n I was just... hope'n it'd faded way by now."

You feel your shoulders droop as your head leans over. "Sweetheart... It's been 20 years, don't think it's going to fade away any more."

"I know." He wouldn't look at you as he began cleaning up his beard trimmings.

Carefully, you approach him. “What are you worried about, Joel?"

He signs, fidgeting with the faucet. "The baby. I just don't know how I'm gonna explain something like that. Don't want 'em think'n I'm weak or can't protect them because of it."

No wonder he'd be acting strange. You take his hand and guide him to your bed so you can sit him down. Still holding his hand, you catch his sad eyes. "You got nothing to be ashamed of. You lost your daughter, baby. That's enough to make anyone want to end it, with or without the world ending around you. But you survived it, and you survived the next twenty year. You pulled together for your brother, for Ellie, for me-" You place his hand over your large stomach. "And you'll do it for the baby. Know why? Because you are a protector at heart. You are a protector, a provider, a good man, and the love of my life."

Joel nodded, but looked unconvinced. "With Ellie it was... different. She needed to hear it, to hear the real story... after everything she'd been through, you know? I just don't know how to talk about that sort of thing."

"You don't have to." You assure him. "We can just say someone shot and missed, I can talk to them if you'd like. It's your story to tell. We can only hope that baby never knows the loss that you, me and Ellie have... but we still live in this world gone mad. Whatever happens, they'll know how strong their parents are. They'll know they have a sister, and one in heaven. A sister their dad and uncle loved so dearly they did everything in their power to save her. They'll know how much their dad and uncle loved each other and how for years they were all they had. They'll know about Tess, Frank, Bill, Reilly, and everyone who made up a family when everything had fallen apart. And they'll know, more than anything," You bring his hardened, calloused hands up to your lips for a kiss, locking in with Joel's watery eyes. "That their family loves them, and will do everything to keep them safe and happy."

Joel closed his eyes tightly, attempted to hide back tears but one escaped. "Thank you baby, that means a lot." He wipes back the wetness with his flannel and stands, aiding you in rising. Joel doesn't let go, arms wrapped around you, and you kiss his temple right where his scar is.

"I love you, Joel Miller. Every part of you."

The moment was broken by Ellie yelling up the stairs that you two are taking too long and she was walking over to Tommy's. He was fixing up an old motorcycle and she wanted to learn.

You smile and laugh as the door opens and shuts, Joel carefully aiding you down the stairs.

Joel Miller loved you, he loved his brother, his sister in law, his daughter, his niece and nephew and he loved that little life growing inside you, and you knew he'd do whatever it took to protect the life he had now, including taking care of himself.

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hey what’s up hello okay so i finally just finished s2 e52 of dndads (had a very crazy work week so was listening in bits and pieces) and here’s the thing is that im also currently relistening to the whole season and earlier in this week, the most recent episode i finished, was halt and catch fireball, and before that ya know was mrs. swallows oak garcia’s home for peculiar teens or whatever that one is called where they are just. at normal’s house and we got to actually get to know rebecca a little bit and i have got to say that i don’t know if i could’ve picked a more painful and wild older ep to listen to as a precursor to dood riddance i really don’t!!! literally half of the shit in dood riddance just circles back to that arc in the swallows oak garcia home and it’s CRAZY

like first of all. the red vines, which they called twizzlers the entirety of e52 which was MADDENING as a person who legit just finished e30/31 where the red vines were introduced

but then like. e31 is where taylor gets the anime sword from nick!!! that he loses in e52!!!

there were a few other things that i’ve forgotten in the half an hour since i finished the ep because my brain is a sieve on a good day and i’m just getting home from two back to back 13 hour shifts (with an extra 1hr10/20 each day for the commute) so the brain machine is so fucking broke rn

but mainly. i wasn’t loving e52 esp after dood left i just was not vibing with it, i feel like the vibes were off in the room in a way that translated into the ep for a bit there, but then anthony in those last like three minutes brought it back around and with the roll of rebecca??? after i legit JUST finished listening to the eps that feature her the most prominently and like truly showcase not only normal’s relationship w his mom but also, as is said several times in e30/31 and their teen talks, just how similar normal IS to his mom and how he really clearly is a total momma’s boy and very much so seemed to be a kid who sought solace with his mom more than anyone else in his family and just. having legit JUST reestablished that in my own, made the end of e52 DEVASTATING for me in a way that idk if it was for other ppl??? idk haven’t checked the fandom yet im very disconnected this season but just.

like

i think that okay so we have ten parents it could’ve been, right? and five of those are the kiddads, and none of us want to see them die, so in that moment when anthony was telling us what was gonna happen, obviously my instinct was like “oh god don’t do this don’t do terry jr again but truly permanent” and then my next instinct was that it would be potentially even MORE awful if it was scary’s dad because finally there he is and that’s ALL she wants and for willy to take that moment from her would be INSANE and then (mind you this was my thought process over the course of literally 10 seconds, my brain is ping ponging in my head and has been since the second i got in the car to head home i need to sleep) and THEN my next thought was, oh god, but how fucked up would it be if it were marco??? oh god, how fucked up would it be if it were cassandra?!?!?!?! and then it was time for the roll and truly in those brief seconds basically my brain flicked through every potential victim and said “oh god THAT one would be the WORST”, EXCEPT for veronica and rebecca, and it made the hit of it being rebecca who was low down on my instinctual list to think of but then the second he said her name i was immediately ricocheted back to earlier in the week when i was listening to halt and catch fireball and mrs. swallows oak garcias home and how many emotions i had about normal and his mom just relistening to those episodes and then the fact that i DIDNT think to worry about her just

all of that combined to make that a CRITICAL HIT FOR ME OKAY like i am SO fucked up over this truly that was WILD and i applaud anthony burch for it and now am excited for the finale even though ive spent the last three eps just dreading it for several reasons but now im excited and devastated and i love that

anyways. that was word vomit i just NEEDED to get this out because the connections between those two episodes really will not stop hitting me in the head and i need to impart that onto SOMEONE. if u read this. ur a real one. rip rebecca swallows oak garcia you were a legend and i am so sad about u

Poe Dameron with Solo reader and 22 and 43 from the list please!!!!

TO THE MOON AND BACK

A/N: hi lovely anon, thank you so much for you request, I missed writing about Poe so thanks for making me write about him, I hope this is what you expect and that you love it!!

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The night you met Poe is a night you’ll never forget, the cantina was full that day, and after you spent most of the day catching Rathtars, you tried to relax with your father and Chewie, you made your way to the bar and order your drink, it was a few minutes later when you felt someone by your side, when you look up, you saw a man, with black curls, soft eyes and with a little smile at you.

-hey- you finally said.

-Hey- he said -I’m sorry if I look like a freak.

-Don’t worry, I have it worse, at least your….

-Handsome- you laugh.

-I was going to say sorry- you couldn’t help but giggle when you noticed his blush -I’m sorry I shouldn't have been laughing.

-I’ll forgive you if you tell me your name.

-Yn…

-Nice to meet you Yn, I’m Poe- he said as he shook your hand -I know I just met you like 20 seconds ago but I feel like I met you for 20 years.

-Oh god- Han said behind him, Poe’s colors faded away when he saw who was talking -Please tell that wasn’t your punch line, because I have to tell you, that it was pathetic- he then looked at you -you’re ok, kid?

-Yes dad- you said -I’ll be there in a minute- he nodded.

-Try not to flirt with anyone else on your way, you know that Chewie doesn't like it- you rolled your eyes.

-I thought it was you who doesn’t like it when I date someone- he shrugged.

-I don’t want my little girl to get hurt, right kid- he said tooling Poe’s shoulder -If someone tries something with her, they have to come through me and my friend over there- he said pointing at Chewie, you saw the panic in Poe’s eyes.

-Dad!- you said, making him look at you -go, I’ll be there in a sec- he nodded and left -I’m so sorry about that, I’ll understand if you want to leave- he thought for a moment.

-Nah I’m not that easy to get rid off darling- he said before he got close to you -but I’ll see you later.

-Alligator- this time he starts to giggle when he notices your blush.

-I’m glad I’m not the only one who embaraces himself- he said with a wink.

The other memory that was pressed in your brain was the day the republic was destroyed. You were talking with your parents when one of the lieutenant informed you that Poe’s X-wing just landed. When Poe got out of his X-wing, he smirked as he made his way to you. 

-Were you waiting for me?- he asked you, you shrugged -You’re hurting me baby- he said. 

-Well, last time My husband went on a mission, he was missing for a week- you said, he smirked. 

-Are you talking about that husband who is handsome?- you nod -And it’s the best pilot of the resistance?

-Second best one- you said. -Your wife is the best one- you said, making him smirk. 

-Oh yeah?- he said as he got close to you, you nod with a smile -God you're lucky I love you -he said before he kissed you -have I told you how much I love you?- you shook your head -To the moon and back- you smiled.

-Oh god- your father said with an annoying gaze -You´re still having those pathetic phases. 

-Dad- you said. 

-I know i know, be nice to the idiot- he said rolling his eyes -I just came here to tell you that we have a meeting- he said before he leaves. 

-Do you think he’s going to like me someday?- you shrugged. 

-Hey you said you love me to the moon and back but you've been on the moon, sooo…

-Oh shit, no, I love you more than that- you start to giggle. 

-I’m starting to understand why my dad likes to tease you- he rolled his eyes, he was about to answer but bb-8 came to you and the two of you were  happy to see him again, a few seconds later another man came to Poe and hugged him, he keep saying about another girl and that they need to save her, Poe looks at you before you nod -Come on swift, lets go to the meeting and told them all this. 

-We’re right behind you- he said, Finn looked at him confused. 

-What just happened? Who is she?- Poe smiles. 

-Come on finn, I’ll explain it later. 

Now everything you lived with Poe seem so distance, as most of the soldiers were getting ready for the battle of Exogol, the two of you were sitting on the floor of your room, none of you knew what to say or do, you were just staring at the wall, suddenly he put an arm around you.

-You know I feel kind of bad being here as the rest of the world is stress- he said -but I could spend all my life here and I wouldn’t mind- you smile at him, he start to hum a song you immediately recognized -Can I go where you go?- he softly sang. 

-Do you really think this could work?- you asked, he  thought for a second. 

-I hope so- he said as he took your hand.

-Me too, I’ll hate to raise our kid in a war- he nodded until he realized what you said. 

-Wait, what?- he said, surprised. 

-Surprised- you said a little nervous, you could see that he was still in shock -please say something, I’m freaking out a little, I mean we’re about to go on a battle, maybe the last one and I’m scared to loose you…- he shut you up with a kiss -You’re not mad?-

-Why would I be, I mean yes I get why your freaking out but god, since I met you, I knew I want this, you and me, having our family, and growing old together, specially the last part- he hugged you -So promise me you’ll be careful out there.

-I’ll promise if you promise it too- he nods -and please come back to me. 

-Always- he said before he kissed you -stars, we’re having a baby- he said excitedly and kissed your forehead -I love you.

-To the moon and back?

-To the moon and back- he said with a smile -I also love you little moon- he whispered to your belly -by the way I’m your dad- you couldn’t help but giggle -come on darling let’s win this war.

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Chapter Four — Truth

[chapter warnings: cursing, dark past, hints at depression/grief, death topics]

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a/n: hi everyone thanks for being so patient w me i know i’m bad at updating regularly idk what my issue is. also this chapter is for sure just a filler to get the reader’s backstory and motivation it’s literally ALL dialogue thank u love u

Pissed was an understatement.

You knew your sleep felt too fulfilling. You felt it in your dreams that you'd been sleeping for too long.

Link had chosen not to wake you for your night shift, opting to sit on a stool next to your bed with a book lying around the stable the entire night.

You felt off, wondering why chirping birds had woken you from your slumber instead of Link, before shooting up in the bed and looking around. It was getting light outside, the clock on one of the support beams of the stable reading "6:20".

Beside you, Link dog-eared the book page and tilted his head innocently. "Are you alright?"

"You!" Your head whipped around to him, "You didn't wake me up!"

"You needed sleep."

"So do you, asshat."

Link shook his head, putting the book down and standing up to stretch. "I slept for 100 years. I'm fully rested still."

You rolled your eyes. "As if."

Still slightly seething, you kicked the blankets off, shivering as the cool air hit your legs. You quickly put your socks and shoes on, grabbing your bag and getting ready to travel. Link was already outside readying the horses, and he handed you an apple for breakfast.

Taz and Epona seemed to follow the trails by heart now, which made it incredibly easy for Link to multitask looking at the paper map. He lifted the sheet up to you, pointing at a specific spot that was marked with an X.

"This mark is supposed to be Zora's Domain." He explains, "It'll probably take a while to get there, especially if we try to just catch stables to rest. Hate to break it to you, but we might be coming upon our first camp."

You groaned, half playfully and half not. Who could blame you, though?

"Goodbye, warm bed." You slumped into Taz's neck, earning a small chuckle from Link. "Are we going to the tower first? To get the actual map on your little gadget?"

"The Sheikah Slate? Yes." Link squinted at the map for a second time. "Before that, though. I want to head back to Impa to talk to her about my memories, so maybe we can take a shortcut through Kakariko to cut down time."

"We'd have to turn back and go down the other trail." You replied.

"It's like, a 10 minute ride back. You'll be fine."

"I'm not complaining!" You gasped, feigning offense. "If anything I'm, uh, rejoicing."

Link quirked an eyebrow. "About what? You can't be that excited to spend more time with me." He teased. The longer you spent with him, the more sassy and talkative he's become. Your only choice is to rival his sarcasm with your own.

"You're gonna make me hurl." You shot back, "In actuality, I want to ask her some things too." Sensing Link's silence as a motion to continue, you did. "She had to have known my parents before my siblings and I got taken. We lived in Kakariko. So maybe she knows something about the night it happened or anything that could lead me to Hiro."

You were silently kicking yourself in the rear for not thinking of it before, when you were originally in Kakariko. If Impa had been the Chief 100 years before your existence, and has been since then, then surely she knew of your family.

Link nodded, not pushing further. He'd figured out by now that your past was something you weren't ready to talk about. You both turned the horses around and headed back up the road, basking in a comfortable silence as you traveled towards the village.

———

Impa spoke to Link first.

You were allowed to stay in the room this time, as Link had told her you were traveling partners. It was interesting to watch from the sidelines as the two spoke of Link's missions— the Divine Beasts, Ganon, regaining his memories.

It all seemed so overwhelming to you, and yet Link stood firm. Ready to give his life again for a country he didn't even remember. You admired him for it.

It made your own mission seem smaller in comparison, so when Impa sent Link out to run errands for her for you to speak alone, you felt like a bug. Just waiting to be squashed under scrutiny. But that insecurity faded quickly as the door shut behind Link and Impa regarded you with a warm, familiar smile.

"It's been quite a long time, hasn't it?"

Relief flooded your system. She remembered you.  "Yeah." You let out a breathy laugh, "It has. I, uh, actually have some questions. About that night."

"It seems as if trauma does not discriminate with repressed memories, does it? Whether it be an abduction or a hundred-year-old injury."

Pressing your lips together, you agreed once more. You struggled to make the words come out of your mouth. Too many questions floated through your head, and you couldn't choose which to ask first. As if sensing your unease, Impa spoke again.

"I'm assuming you'd like to know what happened."

You nodded. "It's been so long. Even if I did remember it all, it would be fuzzy."

"You were eleven whenever the Yiga attacked Kakariko. Your brother was eight, and your sister was only two." Impa started from the beginning, her eyes continuously assessing your reaction. "They came in the middle of the night, and lit the town ablaze. The people of Kakariko evacuated and met up at the mouth of the mountain, where the entrance to the town is, and did a headcount. Your entire family was nowhere to be found."

"What happened to my parents?" You were aware of the implications, and figured they had moved on from such a traumatic event in their life. Perhaps they had moved to another village to escape.

Impa averted her eyes, which confirmed the worst for you. "We found their bodies, but we could not find you three. We thought that perhaps the flames burned so hot that you all were gone without a trace, but soon after, a few Sheikah soldiers went undercover at the Yiga hideout for intel. Calamity Ganon is close to being back, so the Yiga have been more active.

We found files pertaining you— they had been watching for years. Waiting for a moment to strike. We wanted to get you out, but the Yiga had you all so heavily guarded. It was nearly impossible. One day, however, another mission went undercover and couldn't find you. That's when we heard of the escape. I figured it was only a matter of time until one of you came home."

You didn't speak for a moment, letting it all sink in. They were actively trying to find you. "Why us? We were just kids."

"100 years ago, before Calamity Ganon's return, your great grandfather was the top researcher of Sheikah technology. He worked alongside the King of Hyrule, Princess Zelda, and myself to prepare for the battle ahead." Impa smiled fondly, as if she was remembering the good times with your ancestor. "For some reason, the Guardians just listened to him. They activated at his touch while dead to everyone else. They were finicky things— still dangerous, even back then. And yet they'd listen to everything your great grandfather did.

The same went for your grandmother, and then your mother. My guess is that the Yiga believed one of you possessed the same gift of controlling such uncontrollable energy that our ancient technology contained. They wanted you on their side, so they could easily control it whenever the time came."

Reeling. That was the only word to describe your mental state.

You'd spent years— captive and free— wondering why. Why such things happened to you, how you played into these little plans that the Goddesses gave you. It almost felt comforting, though, when there was doubt. An idea that the Yiga grabbed you for no reason, or had the wrong people.

"How did you recognize me? It's been eight years."

"You're the mirror image of your father, dear." Impa gestured to the right of her, to a picture on the wall. You cautiously walked towards it, nervous to see whatever the frame held, yet fear was soon replaced with an entire flurry of emotions. 

Happiness, nostalgia. Grief. 

It was a family of five-- your family. You held Kimi against your hip, smiling a toothy, child-like grin as the baby version of your sister sucked her thumb. Hiro sported his signature pout, the picture taken while he was in the middle of rolling his eyes. Very typical. 

What stuck out the most, however, was your parents. Their eyes were shining so brightly, and their smiles matched. Your mom was looking at you and your siblings with absolute adoration. Your father looked at her in the exact same way. 

Your heart ached.  

They loved you so much. They probably gave their lives protecting you, Hiro, and Kimi until the very end. 

"This was taken only days before the incident." Impa explained, "It hangs as a memorial, but I want you to take it. Keep it as your own memorial now, in remembrance of not only your family, but also for your journey." 

"My family isn't entirely gone. I  found Kimi, just not Hiro." 

Impa sighed. "I cannot help you there, but he is out there. An old lady knows it all." There was a twinkle in her eye as she winked. "Another thing. Rely on Link more. He speaks highly of you." 

"He does? I haven't done anything, though--"

"100 years ago, Link was regarded as the Silent Knight." Impa all but interrupted you, presumably to keep you away from the route of self-doubt. "He never spoke to anyone. It took the Princess ages to even get a sentence out of him. I know not if it has to do with him simply forgetting who he used to be, or your presence, but he is open. Talkative. Relaxed. I saw him smile for the first time during our talk today, and it was when he was telling a story about you. Link is opening up to you, and it would help your journey so much if you did the same." 

You looked back at the picture frame on the wall. At first, you felt so much despair thinking about the family you'd lost. You hadn't even thought about what you gained. 

Your family in Gerudo-- Romah, Olu, Ashai, even the newest Chief had made your acquaintance during your stay. Impa. Link. 

People were there to support you, even if they weren't your family. They were found, not given, and chose you. Going out of their way to love you. 

And as you took the picture out of the frame and folded it into your pocket, thanking Impa for her time, you smiled. A real, genuine smile. The first one in a very long time. 

"And don't forget to pull your collar up on the back of your neck!" 

If possible to combine prompts, could I request fluff prompt #15 (kissing to shut them up) & #20 (laughing into the kiss) with Josty? If only one, I'm good with just #20. Love you and your writing so much and I can't wait to read everything you come up with!!! -senditcolton

stop I wish I could tell you how hard I fangirled at this bc I adore you and your writing @senditcolton 🤍

Prompt: Kissing to shut them up / laughing into the kiss

Pairing: Tyson Jost x gn!Reader

Word Count: 778

Warnings: Alcohol use/mention, language, one (1) very brief mention of injury/stitches

The tension between you and Tyson Jost surely had to be a record. Everyone knew that you two had a thing for each other, but both of you were too shy to do anything about it. No matter the gentle nudging from friends, the subtle hints and secret attempts to get you together, it always ended up crashing and burning.

Like the time that not five minutes after JT had left you two alone at a party, Tyson ended up spilling his entire glass of wine on your white shirt. Or the time that you dropped a plate, sending shattered shards of glass flying across the kitchen and cutting Tyson’s hand, earning him six stitches and a game in the press box with his injury. Or — well, you get the idea.

Needless to say, it wasn’t often that you two spent time alone together. And the times that you did, more often than not, you ended up a bumbling, rambling idiot, with warm cheeks and mentally kicking yourself for something embarrassing that slipped out of your mouth. Either that, or you’d get distracted, zoning out and instead watching his lips move as he talked, wondering what it’d be like to kiss him.

In short, your relationship is a bit of a disaster, though not for lack of trying.

Until today. When he’s maybe been fed one or two too many shots, pink-cheeked and a dopey smile on his face. Something’s struck his confidence on this Friday night — the high from scoring the game winning goal might have something to do with it — but whatever it is, you know that you certainly like the way it looks on him.

He saunters up to you, the all-too-familiar butterflies flitting in your chest like they always do in his proximity.

“Have you been to that new sushi restaurant on 5th?”

Resisting the urge to laugh at his blunt question, no introduction or lead-in, you just shake your head. The way he asks, spitting the words out, give you the impression that he’s practiced, memorized the simple sentence so that he doesn’t mess up.

“Cool,” he says, “We should go sometime.”

You stare, mainly because you’re in complete and utter shock that he’s actually verbalized it, uncertain if he really means a date or just a meal between friends. Either way, you’re more than eager to accept, but unfortunately Tyson takes your pause for disinterest.

“Uh, I mean, like, you know, to dinner — or, like, lunch, if you’re not that hungry — or — fuck —” he stammers, the visible discomfort on his face as he nervously runs a hand through his hair. This part he clearly hadn’t practiced.

Part of you wants to put him out of his misery, while the more mischievous side of you wants to keep letting him stutter until he gets his point across, amused at his suffering.

“—I just, you know, think you’re pretty cool and — no, I’m sorry, cool sounds so fucking lame and you’re way hotter — I mean cooler than that — I mean, fuck –”

Whatever he’s about to say, you don’t hear the rest of it, instead lunging yourself forward to kiss him. It’s an instinctual reaction, one that you don’t even think about the consequences, unable to handle looking at his tempting lips any longer without knowing what his perfect pout felt like against your own.

He’s taken aback, a stuttered step backward before he catches himself, his own instincts kicking in and kissing you back. Judging by the force of his mouth against yours, you think you’ve made the right choice – if you can even call it a choice.

It’s only after the euphoria of his kiss settles slightly that you feel his lips curling into a smile against you, grinning against your mouth in a way that has yours mimicking his actions, unable to stop even if you wanted to. You begin to pull away, but his lips chase yours, unwilling to let you go just yet, and it makes you smile even harder.

Eventually, he does let you go, only enough to say, “So, I’ll take that as a yes?”

You giggle, nodding, leaning back in to kiss him again, because now that you’ve tasted him once, you don’t want to stop. But this time, you’re interrupted by the sound of shattering glass, both of your heads turning quickly toward the noise. Apparently, upon seeing the two of you kissing, JT had lifted his arms in celebration, only to knock an entire shelf off the wall, sending a vase crashing to the floor.

Tyson grins at you, not missing the opportunity to chirp his best friend. “At least it wasn’t me this time.”

20. All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack Electric Touch - Taylor Swift, Fall Out Boy

Suzuka was a mess. Ethan had barely been able to focus during the qualifying session, ended up P19 and the race had not been better after he made a stupid mistake that sent him in the gravel and put an end to it. When he got out of the car, his first reaction was to lock himself in his driver room to avoid talking to anyone. He didn’t care about Ashley whines as she was reminding him about his media duties and the fine the team and himself were about to have if he was not showing up in the media pen in the next few minutes.

But he didn’t care. He just wanted to be left alone. He took his phone that was charging on the little coffee table and searched for the number he wanted in his contact.

“Ethan?”

“Hey, dad…”

“I was not expecting your call.”

“Yeah, it’s just… My head was not in the game this weekend and I need someone to remind me what is important, so here I am.”

He heard her dad sighing and the cat in the background  meowing.

“Why weren’t you focused? When you put your visor down, nothing else should be important.”

“Carla happened. I’m not the dad.”

“That's good news…” his dad said, hesitantly.

“Yeah… I should be happy, right? I should be ecstatic. But… It’s stupid, dad.”

“I’m sure it is not. Tell me what’s on your mind, we will find a way, Ethan.”

“It’s… when I saw her pregnant I felt like hitting a brick wall at full speed. For a moment I saw myself as a dad. It didn’t last long, but… I felt the weight of responsibilities and having to care for someone other than myself. And it scared the shit out of me. I’m not ready. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready and I’m not sure I want to be ready. But at the same time, it made me realize that maybe it was time for me to grow up and stop being selfish. Because if I keep on acting like a dick, my mistakes are going to catch up on me and I’m gonna lose everybody I care for. And I’ll be alone. And maybe it’s what is frightening me the most. Loneliness.”

“You have a strong support system. You have Kyle and Ludwig. you have your mom and I, no matter what you think we love you and we will always be there for you. And now you have Julia.”

“Yeah, Julia…” he whispered.

He must have said it in a weird tone since his dad asked him if everything was all good between them.

“I… I don’t know, I guess. I haven’t really talked to her since the night I learned about Carla.”

“Rely on her, son. That girl clearly cares about you, hold on to that. Don’t shut her out.”

He wasn’t sure that after what he had told her, she would like to still hold onto him. He knew he had hurt her and he didn’t know how to act as if nothing had happened. A loud knock to his door made him shorten his call with his dad. It was time for him to put on a mask and act as if everything was okay when in reality, he felt the walls closing up on him, trapping and caging him in his own mind.

Julia had not seen the race. She had been trapped in an office to organize some old notes and data and review them. She didn’t understand the point of it but a small part of her was grateful for the task as it prevented her from thinking about Ethan.She had spent the race week without any news from him beside some texts about pictures he was going to post on his social media to hint that they were dating and saying she should do the same. She didn’t understand what she had done wrong and why he was distant so suddenly.

When it was finally over, she left the room to the notes of the American anthem, telling her that Kyle had once again won the race. If he still kept going he would soon be too far ahead in the drivers championship for someone else to catch up to him. She yawned on her way to the catering. The season had only started and she was already tired of it. She couldn’t wait for the next few months to be in Europe, she could be home much more. For someone who had always loved to be near her loved ones, especially her family, being so far away, jetting from one place to another, having her whole life in a small suitcase… She didn’t like that. Maybe she would handle it a lot better if she was in a team she liked, working with people that valued her. Maybe if she was speaking up, if she was standing up for herself, maybe it would change something? Who was she kidding, of course it wouldn’t change anything. And what good would it make, anyway? She would just end up being yelled at and belittled again. And she didn’t want that.

All of this was reminding her of her school time and the bad memories associated with it. Bad memories that she didn’t want to think about. She was stronger than this. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t see Martin coming in her direction.

“Julia, hey! How are you doing?” he asked enthusiastically.

“Hi. Same old, same old…”

“Have you seen the race? I missed the podium by an inch, but I’m far in front of Elijah and I’m super happy about that. I’m making progress and it’s nice to see them finally paying off!”

“Oh.. nice. Congrats, I guess.”

She knew she was acting like a bitch but frankly, she didn’t care much. Her mind was elsewhere and nowhere at the same time. She just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep. The whole week felt like a whole year's worth of event.

“You don’t seem fine at all…” commented Martin as she was sitting on the floor, soon joined by him.

“I had better days.” she shrugged.

“Ethan had a pretty bad race… He must not feel very good.”

She looked at him, wondering what he meant by a bad race. Did something happen? Did he crash? Sure she knew he was not starting in the best conditions but the recent events couldn’t have affected him this bad.

“He DNF.” explained Martin, seeing her confused face. “I guess you were not aware…”

“It’s just… I didn’t really see him these past few days. A lot of things are going on in the team between Harun’s departure and… other stuff. He just doesn’t have as much time for me as we were used to.”

“Is he okay, though?” there was genuine concern in his voice.

She didn’t know. And she didn’t like the fact that she didn’t know. But she could pretend she knew. So she gave a tight smile to Martin and assured him that he was fine before proceeding to leave.

“I hope you know that you deserve better than someone who doesn’t make you his priority.” she heard him say, making her stop and come back to him.

“His job will always come first. It should come first. Just like mine is my priority. It works that way and we won’t change it.”

“But it shouldn’t, Julia. You should be on top of his list. You would be on mine.”

“But you wouldn’t.” she replied. “Listen Martin… I like you. You are nice and fun and easy to be with and I know that any girl would be lucky to have you. But I’m taken, and you should respect that. You shouldn’t say these kinds of things. Out of respect for me and my relationship.”

She had the feeling she already had this conversation before and she sounded like a broken record. She was tired, slightly anxious, she wanted to know why Ethan was ghosting her and the last thing she needed was Martin messing with her head. Because he usually managed to do it quite well and she hated that.

“I would back off if I knew for sure that you were happy and that you loved him. But I see that it’s not the case. Maybe you love him, but you are not happy.”

“I’m begging you Martin, don’t make things harder than they need to be. It’s wrong.”

She didn’t want to cry. That would put a shitty end to a day that was shitty enough.

“I know it’s wrong Julia, but I can’t help it, okay? It’s killing me to know that I can give you better and show you better than what you have now. I swear I’m trying to stay away from you, but the truth is, I can’t. You don’t even know how much I’m holding back from kissing you.”

She closed her eyes, as if she was physically hurt by his words. She couldn’t stay here for another minute or she didn’t know what could happen. And she didn’t want to find out. She looked at Martin one last time, his black hair sticking to his forehead and his green eyes glued to her as if, without talking, he was trying to convey every single thing he was feeling. She looked away and closed her eyes before turning away from him and walking fast towards the exit as he was calling out her name.

Back to her hotel room, she was surprised to find Ethan, visibly waiting for her. He was still in his team attire which made her think that he had come straight from the paddock to her room without taking the time to go to his room to change. Seeing him brought back a whole range of emotions she didn’t know she had been feeling for him these last few days. Anger, disappointment, feeling like she was replaceable and that she didn’t matter. She passed by him, ignoring him and opened the door to her room. She had barely the time to enter then Ethan followed her and slipped past the opening.

“I don’t remember inviting you in.” she said, coldly.

“Julia…”

“No. No. You ignored me for the whole week. After I’ve been there for you. I listened. I supported you and what did you do? You left me. And ghosted me. And acted as if I had never existed in your life. Barely a text here and there to remind me to post about our relationship. Not even a ‘how are you Julia’. Just ‘post this picture on your story with this caption’. And stupid me, because I did. Because we have a deal and I promised I was going to help you. And here I thought that we, somehow along the way, managed to become friends? Friends don’t treat each other like that. I don’t want to feel shitty because of my friends. That’s not the kind of friendship I will tolerate. I had that once and let me tell you never again.”

“Carla released her statement in the press about me.”

“Yeah and what? Perfect. She made things right, your name is cleaned. Congrats. Now go away.” she turned away from him, putting her things in order. Anything that could make her avoid having eye contact with him.

“I thought… that maybe you would like to know what she said?”

“Does it involve me? Am I being mentioned? Will it change my world? I don’t think so. I’m not going to repeat myself, leave me alone.”

“Come on Joolsie, don’t be like that…'' he sighed, approaching her.

“I’m not someone that will come back to you as soon as you snap your fingers. Maybe it worked with some girls, but not me. You hurt me, okay? Really hurt me. Maybe I deserve an apology? Or even that, you are incapable of?” It was as if all the things she had kept bottled up inside were suddenly coming out. She wanted to hurt him to show him what it felt like. How he made her feel.

“You are being unfair. I’m the one that is dealing with Carla’s revelations and this fucking statement saying “I’m so sorry for the hurt I caused, I’m young and learning from my mistakes and wants to move on’. I’m the one who had a shitty weekend. I have the right to feel blue.”

“And what am I supposed to say? Poor little Ethan, how terrible the world is to you? Spoiler, not everything revolves around you and your problems, okay? I had a shitty day too and a shitty week. My job sucks and my dream is slightly turning into a nightmare because it has nothing to do with how I pictured it to be. It’s unfair and disloyal. I feel used. Constantly. By my boss and now by you. And let me tell you it’s not a great feeling. And you know what? Maybe that after all, Martin is right and I actually deserve better!

“Well if Martin ‘I’ll never be better than second best’ says it, it might be true then! Perfect little Martin, an angel on earth.. If he is so great maybe you should go with him!”

“Maybe I should, yes!”

“Great!”

“But I won’t. Because you might be infuriating, you might be an ass, you might have hurt me but you need me and unlike you, I’m not letting down my friends.”

He didn’t know what to add. Sure, he had acted stupid and he regretted it but he would rather isolate himself and shut everybody out than say something he would regret. He didn’t want people to be around him, asking him constantly if he was doing okay. He didn’t want to pretend. It had always been how he would cope with his feelings. Alone, preferably partying with strangers and flirting with girls. But he couldn’t party anymore and he couldn’t flirt with girls. He was not sure that he wanted to. So the only thing left was loneliness. And he had not complained. He looked at Julia’s furious gaze on him and clenched his jaw. What else could he say? An apology wouldn’t solve anything. So, he nodded and left the room without giving her a second glance.

When Niels had imagined a group activity between friends, it was definitely not what he had in mind. They had landed the day prior in Shanghai and wanted to enjoy a day off from media activities and team meetings. To avoid getting swamped by the crowds and the potential fight, Niels had called the panda zoo to ask if it was possible to book a private tour to which the woman he had on the phone had told him to just give her the time and day and she would make the necessary arrangements. He was so happy to finally be able to spend time with his friends.

But Noah was ignoring him since Julia had caught them and he could feel the awkwardness between the brunette and Ethan that were making all necessary efforts to not stand next to each other, putting their friends between them. Julia was gripping Romy’s arm as if she was her lifebuoy. The German girl was sneaking glances to Kyle who was in between Ludwig and Ethan to try to keep them in check as Ludwig still was very hellbent on bickering with Ethan. But the blond had made it very clear that he was not in the mood and to avoid them getting in a fight, Kyle had decided to abandon Romy to make sure that no one would get hurt on this day. They soon were joined by a girl with a panda backpack and they all guessed that she would be their guide for the day.

“Hello, everyone! A pleasure to meet you, my name is Rose and I’ll be the one in charge of showing you around today! I’m so excited, it’s my first time doing that with famous people, I can’t wait!”

When hearing the name of their tour guide, Ethan couldn’t help but smile and to look over to Julia who was intently listening to the girl talking. If he remembered well, Rose was her middle name.  Truly, she was everywhere. When it was not in his thoughts it was in little daily events, as if the universe was trying to give him a nudge that he was very focused on ignoring.

They started the tour but even if the pandas were really cute, he found Julia laughing and taking pictures of everything cuter. She was always asking questions and going into raptures in front of every single panda whether it was a giant one or a red one.

“And this one is my favorite,” started Rose. “Let me introduce you to Po, the oldest of the zoo. Everyone respects him whether it’s his fellow companions or visitors or staff members. He is our mascot.”

“He is so big.” commented Julia, approaching the glass from where you could observe the animals.

“Yeah,most of the time he eats and sleeps.” added Rose.

“That sounds like a you thing. Julia, I think we just found your twin.” joked Ethan, trying to get one of her laugh or smile just for him.

But she only glared at him and kept on ignoring him. Romy noticed the scene and gave an apologetic look to Ethan that only shrugged. He was starting to get used to it. The blonde girl went to Ludwig and whispered something in his ear, making him laugh. Ethan looked over to Kyle who was a little behind with Niels and Noah. The two members of Skoda were much more relaxed than when they had arrived. And soon, they announced to the group that they were leaving, pretending they had somewhere else to go.

“So… when are you going to tell Romy you have feelings for her?” said Ethan , slowing down to meet Kyle who was walking a little behind from the group.

Kyle was so obvious. It was as clear as day that he loved the German driver. The way he was always checking on her, the small gestures like giving her his last tissue, always making sure she was near him when they were together in public places, holding her shopping bags, comforting her when she had a bad race… all these little things. Ethan couldn’t help but think that it was cute. They would make a great couple if they finally decided to go public and stopped denying that they were anything other than great friends.

“I’m not sure she is ready to hear it. It’s casual between us, it’s simple and fun. I don’t want to complicate it. I don’t want to lose her either. I prefer to have half of her than not to have her at all.” explained Kyle, a bittersweet smile on his face.

“So you prefer to suffer in silence?”

“If it’s the price to pay so I can still be with her, then yeah.”

“Okay, Romeo. I still think it’s pretty stupid but you do you.” added Ethan.

“What about you and Julia?”

“Me and Julia what?”

“You love her.” simply said Kyle.

“Me? Loving Julia? What drugs are you on?” shrugged Ethan, trying to hide his embarrassment with a joke.

“Come on, mate. I’ve known you for fifteen years. I’ve never seen you act like that with a girl. It’s obvious for whoever knows you. It just surprises me that she didn’t pick up the signs. You are not that subtle.”

“I’m not in love.” kept on saying Ethan, obstinately. “But I can’t deny that I’m attracted to her.”

“So what are you waiting for to tell her?” asked Kyle.

“Because I’m a coward when it comes to feelings, Kyle.”

They finally reached the last stop of their tour. The medical center. Rose explained to them how they were keeping track of the pandas' health. They visited some of them and Julia couldn’t resist taking one in her arms after asking if it was okay. The red panda, comfortably resting against her chest, she let Romy snap a few pictures before giving back the little creature to the doctor. They wandered in the center for a few minutes visiting rooms after room before they finally went to the last one. Julia entered first, followed by Ethan and that’s when they heard the door closing and locking behind them, trapping them inside.

Their friends had a really special sense of humor. Ethan tried to unlock the door but they had to admit it, they were stuck inside the panda’s medical room.

“Guys! It’s not funny. Let us out!” Julia screamed banging against the door. She could hear their friends laughing from the other side.

“Not before you finally solve whatever is going on between you. We can’t stand being in the middle of your little war.  So you’ll get out when you guys will be friends again!” said Romy.

“Bye guys, have fun!” added Ludwig.

Julia let herself slide along the door to the ground and sighed. She didn’t have anything to say to Ethan, she had let out everything she felt in this hotel room, in Japan.

“I think you owe me an apology.” she said, avoiding looking at him.

“I think you do too.”

“Never going to happen. It’s not me who has been ghosting you and who is sending me mixed signals all the time!”

“Mixed signals? Mixed signals? I know someone else who is very good at having it both ways.”

“Are you talking about me?”

“I’ve never said it was you, but maybe if you are feeling targeted it means something.”

“If you could decide whether you hate me, you like me or we are nothing else but a convenient deal I wouldn’t feel the need to try to protect myself, you asshole!”

“Fuck Julia, I’m attracted to you, okay! I.. You don’t even know how much I’m restraining myself to not grab you by the waist right now and pin you against the wall and take off your clothes to do to you all the things I have in mind.”

She had never felt so hot and she was sure that she was fully red.

“But… but.. Why?” she stuttered, as if the information was so hard to process, which was the case.

“I don’t know! I just know that you drive me crazy. Most of the time I’m conflicted between suffocating you or kissing you to shut you up. You were right, sharing this room in Singapore was a bad idea, now I can’t think straight and clearly when you are around.”

“I… well. It’s flattering. I guess? I think… I’m attracted to you too. And it’s making everything even more complicated but it’s logical I think. We are spending a lot of time together, we are sharing secrets no one knows about. You’ve seen me at my worst and I’ve seen you at yours. It’s only fair that we created a bond deeper than just friendship.”

“But what are we supposed to do? How do we do to be… unattracted to each other, now?” asked Ethan.

“Some would say that we should just give in to the temptation…” she replied, looking at her feet.

Ethan slid against the wall in front of her and stretched his leg.

“That would be a disastrous idea. Because it would blur the lines and it would complicate things. We can’t do that, Joolsie.”

“We are both attracted to each other. Maybe we just need one night. And then we forget and we can move on.” she tried to argue.

“No. You don’t deserve to feel used. I’m an asshole but I can’t do that. I have too much respect for you. Would you have been any other girl, I would have said yes. But you are not. You are Julia. There is too much history between us.”

“I can’t believe that on this topic you are the reasonable one… it doesn’t make any sense!” she was clearly frustrated now.

“Yeah, I can’t believe it either. We are hard launching next week. Maybe we can use all this pent up frustration to make our so-called love story more realistic. Maybe it’s not a bad thing. We hard launch and then maybe some distance would do us good. The last few weeks have been pretty intense.”

“Yeah… to think things through. Maybe it’s all in our heads. Maybe it’s just meaningless and it will go away as soon as we are away from each other. It’s just attraction, people are attracted to other people all the time. It doesn’ necessarily mean something.” she said.

“Exactly.” he agreed.

She stood up.

“But if whatever is going on between us doesn’t go away?”

“Then we will go with your solution.”

And Julia, deep down, hoped that the attraction would not disappear any time soon.

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⤷ crushing on b

hii cuties, i have a ton of updates but i’ll give you the newest one!!

Today we went on a trip for our class and it was a really small class so i got to chat with b a lot more.

The trip was really short since it was a tour but afterwards when he dismissed us all, he decided to come with me and my friends for lunch and take a walk ( AHHH I WAS SO HAPPY ) My friends went to this burrito place and he asked me if i was going to get anything and I just said i needed coffee nothing else and he told me there is a coffee shop down the street.

I was expecting to walk by myself to the coffee place but when i turn behind me he was jogging to catch up and I waited for him!!!! ( US TWO ALONE??) while walking we were talking about the tour and everything else and our arms kept on touching each time we took a step. The coffee shop was really far from the burrito place so i made a joke to him about us getting lost and he replied back im okay with getting lost if ur here?!?!?! ( I wanted to kiss him right there so badddd )

When we arrived at the coffee shop, he told me to go find us a seat and he’ll cover my drink ( even though i told him its fineee i can pay for mines, he INSISTED) we sat for a little while waiting for our drinks and we were chatting a lot about everything, he asked me about what im doing after hs ( it felt so chill like we knew eachother for a long time )

When we got our coffee and left the cafe we stopped by some shops to look at their incense and other types of objects, I got him an bracelet similar to i already owned to protect him from evil spirits. we headed back to meet with my friends but they were out of sight so we spent 20 minutes trying to navigate them and i kept on teasing him for being a scaredy cat ( because he didnt wanna cross the road with so much traffic but the traffic lighht took soooo long )

We sat at this park with my friends and we all chatted with him before we both headed our separate ways and I told him i was going to explore the area a little and he got so concerned about me going alone he kept telling my friends to not let me leave alone ???( i did anyways 😝😝 ) and i ended up bumping into him in a shop down a few streets.

Thats all for today!! I tried to keep it short cuz if i went into depth that would’ve ended up too long but every minute i spend with him i just fall more inlove ♡