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The nights like usual were peaceful and pleasant, faint lights peered through the curtain of the bedroom, but it wasn't enough to stir you, or the man you were slumbering next to.
Harumasa Asaba of Section 6, his face slightly squished against his pillow as his brows furrowed in his sleep. Clearly, for him, the night wasn't quite as peaceful as it usually was.
His heart beat against its cage as if it were seeking an escape from the hellscape in his head. You only woke up because he stole most of the blanket when he rolled over, and you had gotten cold.
You opened your eyes, in your half asleep state you tried to snuggle closer to him but he subconsciously pushed you away. You sat up and scowled before seeing his expression, pain and desperation painted all over his face.
"Haru-" you whispered hurriedly, patting his chest and moving the blanket off of him in case he started running a fever. You looked at the medicine on his nightstand and sighed before returning your focus to him.
He flinched at the slightest touch, but suddenly his eyes shot open and he gasped, his golden eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment before they flickered to you. The was silence between you two before he sat up and pulled you into a sudden, but very secure and tight hug.
Your eyes widened before you pulled him close and buried your face in the crook of his neck. "Nightmares..?" you inquired, frowning when he nodded and sniffled. "I-it was..so vivid-- i thought.." he murmured and squeezed you tighter.
"I thought i had..hurt you- killed you, even.." he let out a shaky sigh before leaning back and holding your face. "All the color in your face was gone.." seeing Harumasa so distraught had become a thing as of late. His nightmares had become more frequent ever since the two of you moved in together.
He pestered you until you gave in, he was always anxious about a hollow popping up out of nowhere where you lived and him not being able to do anything about it. It was reasonable, so you gave in, but now his nightmares only seemed to get worse for no reason.
You held his hands against your face and smiled at him, "Haru, i'm safe and sound," you began and kissed his palms "I'm in your arms, your bed, your house. And you, i know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, ever.."
His brows knit and he shook his head, his hands reaching to cover the puncture scars on his neck. "But it wasn't me..i was- a monster.." at the mention of becoming a monster, his panic only seemed to worsen terribly.
You wrapped your arms around him again and squeezed to help bring him back down to earth, he was doing all he could not to cry. "How about this.." you leaned back and buttoned up his shirt a little before pecking the corners of his eyes.
"Let's take a quick visit to the kitchen, i'll make you some tea, and we can watch TV on the couch until we fall asleep?" you offered and kissed his cheeks. His golden eyes softened before he sighed and nodded, "Don't put so much sugar in it this time.." he chuckled softly and poked your cheek.
You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him before getting up and pulling him out of bed. He groaned dramatically and slumped forward onto you, laughing as you grumbled and tried your best not to shove him off and back onto bed.
"Carry me..~" He mused as a joke, chuckling as you rolled your eyes and he stepped back. "You have two feet and a heartbeat, get to walking." he laughed and scratched the back of his head as he walked passed you.
You smiled to yourself and followed him, eventually slipping your hand into his and pulling it up to kiss his knuckles. Despite his line of work, his hands and fingers were smooth and soft, if not for his archer's gloves, he'd likely have a few more callouses.
When you both reached the kitchen, you let go of his hand and walked over to the tea kettle and prepared to brew him something that would help him fall asleep again. He didn't linger far from you though, he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms as he watched your fill it with tea leaves and water.
He didn't have his iconic yellow headband on, and his hair was a mess, it was oddly endearing and attractive to see him in a sleepy, casual state. Oh, how many people would kill to be in your position right now.
He was busy undoing the buttons that you did up minutes prior, looking over to you while you turned the stove on. He smirked and slipped behind you, his arms making their way around your waist as he pulled you away from the counterside.
"Haru, what are you up to now?" You asked before suddenly he turned you around and leaned forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist. "Just stay right here.." he hummed softly, making you chuckle "yes sir.."
He smiled, beginning to slowly sway with you in the kitchen. It was quiet, there was no music, yet he didn't seem bothered and continued to sway with you. "Thank you.." he whispered just under his breath. You didn't receive sincere thank you's from him often, so hearing it made you smile, "I'm happy to help.."
You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back, his white button up shirt was all wrinkled from how he was tossing and turning thanks to his nightmares. "You should go round up all the pillows and blankets in the living room and make a nice little spot for us to cuddle." you hummed and kissed the side of his head.
"Heh, yes ma'am." he chuckled and leaned back to give you a brief kiss before he turned away completely. You watched him go for a moment, covering your mouth and giggling. He was immature and childish at times, but your found his dorkus behavior endearing at the right moments.
You focused on getting mugs out for the tea, and other various things to put in your tea. "Tea is almost done Haru." you called, looking over and seeing him holding all the blankets he could find in one big ball. He smiled at you and nodded before tossing the blankets on the couch, making a cozy nest out of them, and jogging over to you.
"You didn't put a bunch of sugar in it to mess with me again, right?" he inquired and looked at the kettle with a wary look before he kissed the side of your head and turned away to pour the tea. "Nope, the goal is to get you back to sleep, not having you bouncing off the wall." you crossed your arms.
He chuckled and set the kettle back on the stove, fixing your tea just how you liked it, apparently from memory it seems before he handed it off to you. "C'mon, we got movies to watch~" he cooed, as if he wasn't going to doze off in the first ten minutes.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, the two of you making your way to the couch, getting snuggled up and comfortable. The TV was already playing something quietly, so you two just got to relax and drink your tea.
Asaba rarely was so relaxed, something was always occupying his mind, even when he was supposed to be relaxing at home on his 'sick' leave. Typically it was his illness that kept his mind busy, even in his sleep.
Even now, he was likely think about that nightmare considering he was holding you about as tight as he holds his bow in the middle of a fight. "Asaba." you began, he looked over and tilted his head, "My first name? Must be serious~" he grinned and waited for you to continue.
You sighed and leaned close to peck his lips to shut him up for a minute, "If you had turned into an ethereal, i would kill you." you stated and his eyes widened. "I wouldn't let you die knowing you had been the death of me, literally." you chuckled and kissed his lips again.
"..How do you manage to read my thought all the time?" he whined and lowered his head, "Thank you..i'd much prefer i die over you." he hummed and squished your cheeks, his somber attitude shifting. "Now~ keep your pretty mouth closed, and lets watch the movie." he grinned.
You giggled and nodded, "Yes sir." you stuck your tongue out at him and he let go of your face and leaned back and sipped his tea.
Silence filled the space, and eventually you finished your tea and he finished his, the two of you now content and sleepy all over again. The movie became white noise, helping the two of stay asleep.
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i did. more writing. the gay people have captured my brain. no, im not sorry
Cleoâs Halloween parties were fun. Grian never said they werenât. But when it came to their friend group, things were⊠a bit chaotic. Grian, of course, definitely contributed to the chaos, but even he would say that this yearâs party was excessive.
Joel, Martyn, Skizz, and some others were all making a commotion in the center of the room. They were playing Uno, and apparently things were getting very heated.
There was music playing, not synced up, from maybe three different speakers. And with all the voices and shouting, it was loud.
And with the motion, and the lights, and the itchy fake feathers on Grianâs parrot costumeâŠ
He needed to leave.
But he and his siblings had gotten a ride with Impulse and Skizz, and the four of them were having so much funâŠÂ
Tim was sitting on a couch, laughing with Tango (the two were bright red, and Grian was totally going to tease Timmy about it later). Pearl was sitting on the kitchen counter, eyes fixated on her best friend next to her, clearly not fully focusing on what Gem was saying. Grian knew that, if asked, his twin would say she was only staring at Gem for the joke of the costume, a moth staring at the lights in Gemâs hair, but everyone knew that was a lie.
And Impulse and Skizz, their ride home, were playing Uno. And they were all laughing and enjoying themselves. Grian couldnât ruin the night for them.
So he had ended up hiding in a side room. He wasnât entirely sure what room, or how he got there, but he was laying on something soft. Maybe a bed? And it was dark. And a little bit quieter. Not silent. But better.
Light spilled in through the opening door. Grian squinted and let out a small noise of distaste.
âG?â A voice said from the doorway, before closing the door and approaching, âYou okay, birdie?â
Grian turned his head slightly towards the voice, but it was hard to see who it was in the dark, and everything was so loud that he couldnât recognize the voice.
âHey, itâs okay,â they comforted, âWhy are you crying?â
Grian was confused. Was he? He didnât think he was. But that would explain the wet cheeks and dry throat.
âIs the party too loud?â When they werenât given a response, they continued, âOkay, Iâm gonna be right back and get you some snacks and water, you stay here.â
Grianâs mystery friend went out the door. Grian stayed there, in the dark, and not long later, he heard someone climbing down from the top bunk of the bed. Top bunk? Was it Scar and Bdubsâs room? That must have been Bdubs.
âAll this noise,â he complained, âCan a man sleep around here?â
As he approached the door, Grian heard it open, where Bdubs greeted someone on the other side, âHey Scar.â
Ah. It was his partner.Â
âHey Bdubs,â Scar greeted back, âWhere are you going?â
âTo see if I can get mom to turn this stupid music down,â he grumbled, âWho plays three different songs at once anyway?â
âGood plan,â Scar said, with all his usual cheer, âIâll be in here!â
With that, the door closed, and Grian could hear Scar limp closer to the bed before sitting down next to him.
âI brought water! And pita chips,â Scar said, âIf youâre not hungry thatâs okay.â
Grian rolled over, and looked up at his boyfriend. âIâd take some water,â he croaked.
Scar handed him the bottle, and he sat up to take several greedy gulps before setting it back down.
Without another word, his partner held his arms out to Grian, and he collapsed straight into the man. They sat there for a while like that, and the music outside quieted while they were.
The door opened, and Bdubs came back in. He was approaching the ladder to the top bunk when he paused and casually remarked, âMom and Dad broke up.â
âWhat?!â Scar jolted upright, still holding onto Grian, âCleo and Etho broke up?! When?!â
âThey were breaking up basically right when I walked out there,â Bdubs explained, climbing up to the top bunk, âI didnât ask why. Iâm too tired for that. Itâs past my bedtime, for goodness sake!â
Grian pulled away from Scar. He was good on cuddles for now, and Scar clearly was going to keep prying information from Bdubs, for very understandable reasons. Instead, Grian tuned out their conversation, letting it become background noise, while he turned to the untouched pita chips Scar had brought him.
Oh, did his boyfriend know him well.
#mod astoria#milky way writing#milky way lhsau#lhsau writing#astoriagalaxy writing#grian#gtws#gtwscar#goodtimeswithscar#why does he have so many tags.#scarian#desert duo#my genderman has pita chips
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sobs violently violent sobbing covered in snot and tears and blood and screaming and throwing up.curled up on the floor in the corner of the room. pounding the floor with my fist while i scream in anguish. i dont like bives new voice
#ITS SO WEIRD#HER OLD ONE SUITED HER SO WELL#the raspy feminine but masuline voice....#the creepy edited unnatural laugh...#the weird edited element that made it sound almost like breathing....#IT WAS PERFECT#THEN HER STUPID VOICE ACTOR HAD TO DO SMTH PROBLEMATING FUCKS SAKE#her new voice sounds like a middle aged mum.#i am NOT happy about it.#AND THE SOUND THAT SHE MAKES WHEN SPRAYED??!?!?!?!?#WHAT DID THEY DO TO HER#SHE HAS THE MOST STUPID SCREAM SHE SOUNDS LIKE FUCKING SPONGEBOB#COMPARED TO THE RASPY AND SCARED AND UNCOMFORTABLE VOICE BEFORE#I HAAATTEEE ITTTTT#SOBBING VIOLENTLY#(no joke i have gotten close to crying about this)#(partially because NO MY BABYGIRL MY BLORBO and partially because im at the stage in my emotional cycle where everything makes me cry)#ugh i guess ill tag it#bive#thats it
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sweet revenge
ă»ă»ă»l. howlett x fem!reader
rating. m
word count. 1.3k
synopsis. after catching your boyfriend cheating, you and his father, Logan, go on a road trip to confront him, though, you don't make it far
warnings. p-in-v, tummy bulging, cheating (but as payback), DILF Logan, car sex, van sex, sex with boyfriend's father, cunilingus, kinda rushed :((
If someone told you youâd be trapped in a car with your neglectful boyfriendâs father for an entire weekend as you drive to meet him in Mexico a week ago, you would have stared at them blankly then told them that didn't sound so out of the ordinary for a life like yours.
It wasn't your idea, it was Logan's, your boyfriend's father. He insisted that you two would have to drive across the US together to confront your disgusting, cheating, asshole boyfriend who flew to Mexico to spend time with his mistress. He was almost as disgusted as you were, apologizing to you with explanations of how âhe hadn't raised his boy like thisâ. How funny life is.
Logan, you always thought, was a good man. He had always been kind to you since youâve known him, sometimes to the point where you thought he was flirting with you. Not that you minded, he was quite handsome, even for being in his 50s. With his salt and pepper beard and slight wrinkles that made him look mature and wise. You never minded his slight touches on your arm or your lower back but you never pursued the idea beyond a lingering thought.
âIâm slightly surprised youâre not crying.â Logan said about an hour into your ride together. You had been entirely silent, letting the radio play while you gazed longingly out of the window, your feet up on the dashboard. You rolled your head to the side to look at him. âIâm more angry than sad.â Or were you? You searched within the cavity of your chest for emotion and found nothing. You were so apathetic to the whole thing. Maybe it simply hasn't hit you yet, that your boyfriend of 3 years has been cheating on you for 2 of them with some girl he decided to vacation with in Mexico.
Logan stroked his fingers through his beard. âHeâs a fucking idiot. His mother was a cheater too, I say he got it from her.â Your boyfriend was raised primarily by his mother after they had gotten divorced he had told you. He wasn't actually all that close with Logan. You had sussed out that it was because he didn't give special treatment between him and his sister, Laura. They were treated the same in every way by Logan while his mother always seemed to favor him.
âThank you, Mr. Howlett for offering to bring me down hereâŠreally. Itâs too kind of you.â You couldn't have possibly scrounge up enough money to haphazardly buy a plane ticket down to Cancun last minute. You would have had to wait for him to come back from his âbusiness tripâ to confront him. Logan thought it a better idea to do it as soon as possible.
He shrugged, a single hand on the wheel as his eyes flicked lightly from the road to you. âItâs nothing. He doesn't deserve a pretty girl like you.â Logan shook his head lightly. âBack in my day, I would have been all over a girl like you. Hell, Iâd be all over you now if Iâd met you at the right time.â
There's something deadly serious in his voice that suggests he was far from joking. All your delusional thoughts that maybe, just maybe, he was flirting with you turned out to not be delusions at all. Heâs been dropping hints and youâd been turning a blind eye to them so willingly.
Youâve never been with a man his age. Something about it seemed so taboo. He was old enough to be your father. Yet the distinct feel of forbiddenness, both because of his age and because he was your boyfriend's father, excited you.
âWho says you can't be all over me now?â Youâre being more bold than youâd have liked. You crossed your ankles on the dash. It would be the perfect revenge. When he goes low, you go lowerâyou go to Hell.
You let your hand wander to his thigh, your eyes lingering on him as he keeps glancing between you and the road. Logan chuckled lowly at you, your forward attempts at coming onto him were rather cute. âOh baby, you don't know what youâre tryna get yourself into.â Heâs trying to warn you but you like the edge to his tone.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and sit up in your seat to lean over and whisper into his ear. âLet me find out.â Maybe older men do it better, maybe they value things a little more. You were in the mood to find out.
You could see his jaw tighten as he slowed the car off the side of the road, gravel crunching under the tires. His fingers curled around the wheel, taut, knuckles white. âWhy don't you get in the back?â
If someone told you youâd be in the back of a van, on you way to confront your cheating, sleazebag boyfriend, fucking his dad. ThatâŠthat youâd bat an eye at.
It was a fast-paced endeavor. Logan had you in a mating press, pushed up against the back seats. Your pants and underwear at your knees, his pants just below his ass. Heâs pounding you out in the back of a van, with thrust so hard and deep that it makes your eyes go cross. You beg, âplease, please, puh-please!â like that will save you from the brutalization of your poor cunt.
Logan grunts above you, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he spreads them wide and keeps you still. âYou wanted this, princess. Donât back out now.â His strokes leave you winded, clawing at the cracked leather seat of his van, squealing like you have no damn sense in the world. âI canât,â you gasp.
âYes you can, doll. You can take it.â Fuckâ he was using his father voice. Stern, authoritative, the kind of voice you canât say no to. You could have come right then and there from his voice alone, cooing at your pretty pussy like a cat. He pressed his hips sharply into yours and watched your back arch away from the seats and your eyes prick with tears. âLogan!â
âYou act like youâve never been fucked before. Does my son not do a good job?â
You shook your head feverishly. âNeverâ â you swallowed, ââlike this.â Never made you cum for that matter. If you knew fucking your boyfriend's father would have been like this, you would have done this a whole lot sooner.
You could feel him in your stomach. You pressed your hand to your belly and felt the bulge of his cock under your skin. You whimpered at the feeling, tracing where his cock head poked through. You could feel him pressing against your tender womb.
You let Logan cum in you. It was easy to with a face like his. You let him sink himself deep inside, a guttural groan rattling out from his throat, satisfied as he emptied his balls inside you. You could help but giggle as he came in you. The thought of possibly having his baby didn't bother you as much as you thought it would. Logan was a good man, well, as good as one can be while fucking his sonâs girlfriend.
Logan didn't want to leave you unsatisfied though you were more than used to it. He grabbed your hips and pulled you up, back arching as he dipped down and kissed your cum-soaked pussy. His tongue found your clit with ease, licking tenderly at the bud between your legs, eyes peering over your pelvis, looking down at you.
Your legs trembled over his shoulder, toes pointing with each rough lick against your puffy pussy. ââs too much, too much.â His lips were latched to your lips, suckling.
Cumming on his tongue was an easy job. He made it so simple yet so powerful. You quivered under every lick, your body rolling with the waves of your orgasm. It was sweet, savory, like tender peaches on a warm, summer evening.
Who knew revenge could taste so sweet?
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x fem!reader#logan howlett fanfiction#wolverine x reader#wolverine x fem!reader#logan wolverine#wolverine fanfiction
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NOT SO NONCHALANT
Ryomen Sukuna
cw: like two swear words, pregnant reader, mean (ish) sukuna
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Sukuna currently had his elbow against his pillow, his hand propping his head up and he stared up at his lover who sat up cross-legged on the bed, mind you, it was 3am.
"What the hell is your problem?", he inquired. It was a justified question. What sane person sits up in bed in the dead of night and stares into space??
"I'm thinking", she responded, a hand on her chin in deep thought and her eyes narrowing in concentration.
Sukuna let out an exasperated sigh. "Maybe I shouldn't have gotten you pregnant 'cause clearly it's turning you into a mad woman", he turned to the other side and opted to go back to sleep. Maybe if he ignored her she would follow suit.
But no. This was a five month pregnant lady who wouldn't rest until she gets what she wants.
"I'm hungry Ryo".
Sukuna scoffed a laugh. "What's new?", he pulled the covers higher. "You can eat whatever you want in your dreams...so sleep", he ordered.
Y/n gasped, crawling over to his side and shaking his shoulder. "What do you mean 'what's new?'".
Sukuna rolled his eyes, unfazed by her actions. He wouldn't be surprised if she started crying any second now.
"That's so mean Ryo!", she wailed, slapping his arm yet doing absolutely no damage whatsoever.
Sukuna's eyebrow twitched involuntarily. "What did I say about calling me that?", he grumbled. It made his heart feel all funny and he didn't like it one bit.
The woman moved to straddle the king of curses, a heavy frown etched on her lips. "I want barbecue".
There it was, those damn eyes. The expression that Sukuna could never say no to which annoyed him. He pursed his lips, averting his eyes as a rough hand lifted her off of him with ease. "You want me to cater your cravings like some servant?", he clicked his tongue. "If that was meant to be a joke, i'm not laughing. Goodnight".
Y/n let out a drawled out whine, hovering over his body so she could see his face. "Pleaseeeeee Ryo!!".
"Fuck no".
She huffed, finally giving up. Sukuna felt the bed rise a bit, signalling that she had gotten up. "Fine. I'll just do it myself".
A smirk grew on Sukuna's lips. Surely she was joking right? She would simply walk out for a few minutes then come back in. It wasn't like she knew how to work the damn thing anyway.
Still, Sukuna couldn't go back to sleep. He could only think about her. What if she hurt herself trying to work the barbecue or something?
He rolled his eyes. It wasn't his problem.
So why did he jolt up immediately when he heard a loud crash? He wasn't sure but his body started moving before his brain could even process what he was doing.
"Damn woman," he muttered, throwing the blanket off himself and storming out of the room. The chill of the night air seeped through the hallway as he moved quickly, his mind racing with scenarios he'd never admit he was worried about. He wasn't the type to care, not reallyâat least, that's what he kept telling himself.
"What did you do?", he noticed how she was shaking her fingers in the air, clearly looking for some relief for her aching digits.
"I accidentally closed the cover on my fingers..", she said in a small voice.
Sukuna stood for a moment until he went back inside, soaking a cloth in cold water and wringing out the excess before quickly going back out.
"You're an idiot", he grabbed her wrist and wrapped the cold cloth around her index and middle fingers. "And I just know that baby's tired of your ass, you never sit still".
Y/n giggled at his remark, smiling up at the king of curses who raised a brow. "What're you smiling at?".
"You care", she said simply.
"Tch. Whatever", he rolled his eyes for the nth time that night as he opened the barbecue.
Y/n's face lighted up. "Are you actually doing it? You're so sweet Ryomen!", she approached him, arms wrapping around his bicep, making sure the cloth doesn't slip from her grasp.
Sukuna furrowed his brow."Sit", he pointed to the chair to the side.
Y/n pouted. "I wanna watch you!".
"Do you want fat fucking feet again?".
She wasn't gonna tell him that standing up wasn't the main reason her feet swell. She would simply take in the fact that he truly did care for her wellbeing.
But one thing was for sure. That night, Sukuna had lost the idgaf war.
a/n: Help i havenât written on here since July LOL ive been writing on wattpad, but requests are open!!
masterlist :)
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x yn#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#sukuna#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x you#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna#jjk ryomen#jjk fluff#gojo#toji#nanami
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The Script
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Synopsis: you and Peter break up once you find out his secret and he falls apart
Masterlist
âWe broke up.â
The words fell out of Peterâs mouth as he pulled his mask from his tear stained face. Ned turned around in his desk chair and pulled his earbuds out of his ears.
âWhat? No way.â He laughed dismissively at the assumed joke until he noticed the red rim around Peterâs eyes.
âItâs true. She broke up with me. She doesnât want to be with me anymore.â Peter repeated through a childlike cry.
âBut I thought you had a date tonight? Did something happen?â
10 minutes earlier
âPeter?â
Peter froze in the alleyway and stopped looking for his backpack. He turned around slowly and saw you standing there under a harsh street light with his backpack in your arms. The webs he had shot on it to keep it secured against the wall were still hanging off.
âItâs you? Youâre the Spiderman?â You asked in a voice barely above a whisper. You were looking at him with a mixture of betrayal and confusion as you clutched his backpack like you were a child with a teddy bear. Peter still had his mask on so he stayed dead silent.
âSay something.â You seethed, a newfound anger in your voice and eyes. Peter gulped and nodded his head, knowing there was no point in lying.
âI am.â He said, making your face crumble when you heard his voice. You held the backpack tighter and stared at him as your face crumbled.
âWhat are you doing out here? Did you follow me?â Peter asked you.
âNo. You never showed up to our date. I called you when I was walking home. Alone. I heard your phone ringing in this alley way. It was in your backpack. Hereâs your stupid fucking backpack.â You said through clenched teeth and threw the backpack at him. He caught it with ease and dropped it to the floor.
âThere have been Spiderman sightings on Youtube for years. Years. You never told me?â You asked and surveyed every inch of his suit as you saw it up close for the first time.
âNobody knows.â He said quickly. âI mean, May knows. And Ned. And a handful of people I work with. But thatâs it, I swear. I donât expect you to understand this all right now but please believe that I have to keep my identity a secret for my safety. And your safety too.â
âYou donât expect me to understand?â You laughed and tilted your head to the side as if to ask if he was serious.
âI just mean that I know this is a lot to process right now.â
âItâs not a lot. Youâre the Spiderman and you never thought that was something I should know. I had to find out on accident after getting stood up for the hundredth time. But, sure, Iâm glad Ned knows.â You nodded and looked up so your tears wouldnât fall.
âI wouldâve have told you eventually. I just needed more time. If people knew who I was, everything would change. I wouldnât be able to help people there way I do now. I couldnât tell anyone.â
âSince when am I just âpeopleâand âanyoneâ to you?â You shook your head. âHow could you keep this from me for this long? Weâve been dating for over a year. And Iâve known you since middle school. How much time did you need?â
âI donât know. It just never felt like the right moment to say it. I wanted to tell you so many times.â
âYou just never did.â You shrugged. Peter recognized that the situation was quickly escalating and you were not reacting the way he always imagined you would.
âI donât understand why youâre getting upset right now.â Peter said calmly. âI thought youâd be happy to understand why I have to miss so many dates and flake all the time.â
âYou thought Iâd be happy to learn that youâve been lying to me for our entire relationship?â You laughed again as tears fell down your face.
âI wasnât lying.â He defended. âI just couldnât tell you the truth yet.â
âYet. Right.â You smiled tightly. âWeâre over a year in but havenât gotten to the point where you can be honest with me. I see.â
âI am honest with you. This is the only thing Iâve ever lied to you about. I promise.â He said and tried to step closer to you. You immediately stepped back and hugged yourself.
âI thought you loved me.â You said as you stared at the ground.
âI do love you. How can you even question that?â He laughed in shock. You looked up at him and he saw that your anger had turned to sadness.
âPeter, you stood me up countless times. Tonight included. You let me cry myself to sleep for so many nights. All those times I walked home alone after already getting to the restaurant or watched movie by myself through tears because you couldnât bother to show up. You knew I was feeling insecure lately about the distance between us but you still decided to say nothing to cue me in as to why it was happening. Do you know how painful it is to feel someone you love pulling away and have them tell you your suspicions are all unfounded? How long would you have let me feel that way if I hadnât caught you tonight?â
âIâŠI donât know. Iâm sorry. I didnât think about how this was affecting you.â Peter said quietly.
âOf course you didnât.â
âLook, I know this is really upsetting now, but Iâll make it up to you. I promise.â Peter said and put his hands on his shoulders. You pushed him off of you and took a step back. Peter gulped and wondered how he was going to make it out of this conversation alive because he had never seen you reject him like this.
âYou always say that. And you never do. I have a long list of things Iâm still waiting for you to make up for. Why should I believe this time is different?â You asked him and folded your arms.
âIt will be different. I promise. Iâll fix this. Stop walking away from me.â Peter pleaded and reached out to touch your face.
âItâll be different. You promise. You say the same thing every time. And yet, I always end up crying over you. I shouldnât have to cry over a relationship Iâm still in.â You said as you pushed his hand away from you. An anxiety built in Peterâs stomach as he was used to you telling him it was fine every time he had disappointed you in the past. This time was clearly different and he didnât know what to do. You turned and started to walk away from him so he quickly followed after.
âWhere are you going?â
âHome, Peter.â You said without stopping.
âNo. You canât leave now. We have to talk about this. Iâll listen to whatever you have to say. You can take it all out on me. Just donât go, please.â Peter begged as he stepped in front of you to stop you.
âI donât want to cry anymore, Peter. Iâm done. This is done.â You cried and pushed past him to keep walking. Peter froze when he heard you use that word and felt his blood run cold.
âWhat? Done? Done with what?â
âWith you. With us. With all of it. Iâm not doing this anymore. Iâm breaking up with you.â You said as you turned around to look at him. Peter felt his stomach drop and could barely hear you over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.
âWhat? We canât just break up. I love you.â He protested as he got that feeling in his nose that told him he was about to cry.
âThatâs not good enough for me.â You shook your head.
âWhat?â
âYou can say you love me as much as you want but until you prove that, I canât be with you. I wonât be with you. Iâm done.â You repeated and turned to walk away again. Peter quickly ran after you and dropped down to his knees in front of you.
âNo, no. No. Please. Donât leave me. Please. Iâm so sorry. Iâm sorry, baby. Just give me one more chance.â He begged as he took both your hands. You looked down at him for a long time as you thought things he wished he could hear.
âPlease.â He whispered, barely audible. You looked up again but it was no use to stop your tears from falling.
âSay something.â He pleaded and squeezed your hands.
âIâm saying goodbye.â You said after a beat of silence. Peter made the mistake of letting his hopes build up during that silence. He stayed on his knees as you pulled your hands out of his and walked away. His tears fell rapidly down his face and it wasnât long before his heartache turned into misplaced anger. He got off his knees and turned in your direction.
âYouâre not being fair.â He called down the street. You stopped in your tracks and turned around.
âExcuse me?â
âThis isnât fair. I didnât ask to be bitten. I didnât ask for this life and all this responsibility. But it happened to me and Iâll never know why but I do know that I have to do something about it. I wish I could be a normal guy my age and take my girlfriend on dates, but I canât. I have a duty to this city to protect it. I hate that itâs true but sometimes, I have to chose helping someone in need over spending time with you. Youâre acting like I went out of my way to neglect you on purpose.â
âI understand that you didnât choose this, but you could have told me all of that from the start. Then maybe I wouldâve been more sympathetic. But right now, all I can think about is every little lie you told me to keep me in the dark. Oh, Iâm sick. Oh, I have homework. Oh, I have to help my boss with something. Tonight, you told me you werenât gonna make it to our date because your aunt needed help with something. You didnât even care enough to lie about what she needed help with. But, yet, at least I got a lie tonight. Sometimes you just donât show up.â
âI had to lie, okay? Do you have any idea how much danger Iâd be in if you let it slip who I really was?â
âSo is it that you couldnât tell anyone or you couldnât trust me not to tell?â You asked as you walked back up to him.
âYou know how you are. You tell your friends everything.â He said coldly.
âAre you seriously saying this is my fault?â You raised your eyebrows.
âIâm not saying itâs your fault.â He sighed. âIâm just saying that youâre being kind of selfish right now.â
âIâm being selfish?â
âYes, you are. Itâs selfish to expect me to prioritize you over the safety of-â
âOf who?â You cut him off. âOf literally all of New York? Of the world? Where does your domain of responsibility end? Who do you prioritize me over? Where do I rank? When do I matter to you?â
âThatâs not fair.â Was all he could say because he didnât know the answer to your questions.
âYou know what else isnât fair? Making me have to be the only bad guy here. Because the funny thing is that I would have been proud of you. I would have been honored to be the girlfriend of someone who risked their life and gave their time to protect people they didnât even know. But you never gave me the opportunity to feel that way. You chose to lie to me. You chose this over me every single time. You never chose me. Thatâs why weâre breaking up. I would have understood if you needed to prioritize saving lives over dates with me but I cannot understand you lying to my face every single day for years. I spent birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, and countless nights staring at the empty seat I saved for you that you never showed up to. So no, I donât think Iâm being selfish right now. I donât think it was selfish of me to share my boyfriend with all of New York.â
Peter was quiet again as he processed what you had said. There was no way to undo what he had done and it was clear apologizing wasnât cutting it this time.
âI donât know how to be without you. Youâre my best friend. None of this matters without you.â Peter said in a small voice. You sighed and felt sympathetic towards him for just a moment.
âPeter, you were and always will be my first love. Thatâs always going to mean something to me. But now I have to look back at our relationship and never know what was real and what was a lie. If youâre not going to choose me, then I will. Iâm done waiting around for you. Iâm done.â
âPlease, donât give up on me. I didnât mean to hurt you.â He croaked out.
âBut you did.â
âI know. I know I did. Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry, baby. Iâll never stop trying to make things right.â He pleaded and tried to reach for you again.
âDonât bother, Peter. You need to stay away from me for a while.â You told him in a calm voice.
âWhat? How long?â He blinked in disbelief.
âI donât know. A long time.â
âBut can we at least be friends? Like we were before?â He asked desperately.
âWe canât be friends.â You shook your head and turned to leave again.
âWhat? Not even friends?â His voice cracked as he called after you.
âI canât be your friend. I canât be in any kind of relationship with you. Thatâs what Iâm trying to say here. I donât trust you.â
âEver?â He squeaked out. âWe canât ever find our back to each other?â
You didnât answer him as you walked home alone. Peter stood on the sidewalk for a long time, unsure of what to do with himself now. He wanted to run after you and get you to see his side, but he knew that would just make things worse. You had said what you needed to say and he had to respect that as much as it pained him to see you walk away. Instead of going after you, he swung to Nedâs house and climbed through his window.
âWe broke up.â The words fell out of Peterâs mouth as he pulled his mask from his tear stained face.
Peter let a month pass before he tried to speak to you again. Minus a few texts and voicemails left on particularly miserable nights, he had left you alone for the most part. But after counting down the 31 painfully long and quiet days without you, he went up to you in the hallway on campus one day.
âHey.â He greeted you with an anxious smile. You stopped walking and looked behind you to make sure you were the one he was talking to.
âHi.â You said with knit eyebrows of confusion.
âHow are you? How have you been?â
âIâm fine.â You said flatly.
âDid you just come from class? Was it okay?â
âUm, I really donât want to be mean here but why are you talking to me?â You asked him. Peter blinked in surprise at your response and lost all the confidence he had built up.
âOh, um. I donât know. We havenât talked into a month. I was giving you space.â
âWhyâd you stop?â
âStop what?â
âGiving me space.â You replied. âI still donât want to talk to you.â
âBut itâs been a month.â He pointed out and realized how silly he sounded as it came out of his mouth.
âOkay? We ended a year long relationship and years of friendship. We canât just go back to normal after that.â
âButâŠbut weâre different.â He stammered. âWe were different. I thought, I donât know, maybeâŠâ
âMaybe what? Iâll just forget about the shit you put me through?â You asked when he trailed off. He shut his mouth and went quiet and you couldnât help but feel bad at the deer in headlights look he had in his eyes.
âPeter, I told you.â You sighed. âWe canât be friends.â
âI know we canât go right back to how we were but we donât have to pretend the other doesnât even exist.â He insisted.
âNo, Peter, youâre not understanding. I wonât be your friend. I wonât even fake niceties with you. Iâm not trying to be mean but I donât want you in my life in any capacity. Iâm not changing my mind on this.â
âWe canât just never speak again. Our story canât end like this.â He said quietly and you could tell he was on the verge of tearing up.
âIt wasnât supposed to. But it is. So please, just leave me alone.â You asked calmly so that he wouldnât break down.
âI canât. This is killing me. You and I not being together doesnât make sense to me. Please. Iâll do anything to make this right. I still love you and-â
âPeter. Please. Weâre at school.â You cut him off and uncomfortably looked around for who was listening.
âYouâre telling me you donât feel anything for me anymore? Because I donât believe that. I know you. I know you canât shake things that easily.â
âI didnât think so either. But Iâve never been hurt like this.â
âThen can we please go somewhere and talk? Iâll listen this time. I swear.â Peter pleaded and stepped forward to touch your arm. You stared at him for a minute and looked sympathetic so he thought you might say yes.
âI canât.â You said finally. âI have class. I have to go.â
âOh, okay.â He nodded in disappointment. âMaybe some other time then. Just please know how sorry I am for hurting you.â
âYou donât need to keep apologizing, Peter.â You sighed. âIâve moved on. I think you should too.â
âYouâve moved on? Like, with another guy?â Peter blinked a few times to stop the tears he felt threatening to spill out at this new bit of information.
âNot that it would be any of your business if I did, but no.â You amswered. âI just mean that Iâd been mourning our relationship before it even ended so I accepted our breakup a long time ago. Iâve moved on now.â
âWere you really that unhappy?â Peter asked in a small voice.
âWell, yeah, Peter.â You admitted. âI loved you when you were around but it felt awful the nights you were gone. I felt completely alone a lot of the time. And even when you were with me, I was never sure you wanted to be there.â
âI always wanted to be with you.â He promised. âIf you ever believe something I say again, just know how badly I wished I could have been there with you.â
You chewed your bottom lip and stared into his eyes as you tried to decide if you should believe him or not. You swore never to believe another word out of his mouth but his tired eyes seemed so genuine that you knew there must be truth to his words. But even if he was telling the truth, that didnât matter to you anymore.
âI canât talk about this right now. I have class.âYou repeated. âGet some sleep tonight, okay? You donât look so good.â
Another month went by and Peter was starting to feel used to not speaking to you. The thought of it beginning to feel normal to not have you in his life scared him so he called you up one night and listened to your voicemail with tears in his eyes. By month three, he pretty much just felt numb. He was falling to pieces very quickly and you were the only one who could save him. Heâd seen you around on campus and sometimes get a pity wave if he stared too long. Every so often, heâd follow you home but keep his distance on rooftops. He swore you knew he was there as sometimes youâd stop and look up. He made no effort to hide but you made no effort to seek him out.
Peter was on his nightly patrol one night when his police radio started going crazy. He heard the words âbus crashâ and âpile upâ being reported over and over so he picked up his radio to listen for where it was. Once he had a location, he swung to the bridge and landed in the middle of the scene. Peter saw one of the large city buses on its side and twenty some cars piled up behind it. Police officers were already on the scene and helping people but Peters senses were telling him danger was still present.
âHow can I help?â Peter asked an officer.
âUsually I donât like seeing you at crime scenes but you might be able to help us. A bus is about to over the side of the bridge and our extraction guys are having a hard time getting onto the bridge with all the traffic.â
âWhich bus?â Peter asked and looked around.
âItâs over there. Bus Q8.â The officer pointed out. There was a bus hanging over the side of the bridge with its nose pointed towards the water. Peter could see people inside trying to stay calm so they didnât shake the bus.
âQ8? My girlfriend takes that bus.â Peterâs mouth went dry as his head shot back to the bus teetering over the edge of the bridge.
âThen you better hurry.â The officer called after Peter. The bus was on its side so Peter opened up the emergency hatch on the top and climbed inside. He calmed down the people on the bus one by one and assured them that he was there to get them to safety. As he spoke to the passengers, he kept an eye out for you but didnât see you in any of the seats. You normally took the bus home at this time and Peter found it hard to believe this was the one day you didnât.
âWas there a girl on this bus with a purple backpack? She was wearing brown converse and a jean jacket today. Did any see her?â He asked the passengers.
âYeah. She was sitting over there.â Someone answered and pointed to the back of the bus. Peter went to your seat but only found your backpack.
âThis is her backpack. Where is she?â He asked and felt his fear rise quickly. He looked around and saw that the back door of the bus was opened. He pushed the door open a little more and the bus wobbled at his movement.
âDid she leave?â Peter asked with his panic evident in his voice.
âShe was helping a few people get out of the back until this little boy ran out. She told the mom sheâd go find him. I havenât seen her since.â Someone else informed him.
âOkay. Thank you. Iâm gonna get you guys to safety.â Peter promised. He helped people out of the back of the bus one by one after securing the bus to the bridge with his webs. Once he was sure everyone was out safely, he began to search for you. He had an anxiety like nothing he had ever felt as he searched through the crowds for your face. As he looked around the scene, he heard a woman talking to a police officer about a girl falling over into the water. Peter felt his hair stand up and approached them.
âExcuse me? Was the girl who fell into the water wearing brown converse?â He asked and hoped the answer was no.
âI think so.â The woman replied but couldnât be sure.
âCan you tell me what happened?â He asked.
âThis girl helped me get my son after he ran off the bus. He had climbed into an empty car nearby to hide so she climbed in to get him. But the car fell into the water before she could get out herself.â The woman replied as she clutched her son to her chest.
âDidâŠdid the car go under?â Peter asked with a dry mouth. The woman looked pained at his question and he already knew her answer.
âWhen I looked over the side, I saw it sink under the water. Iâm so sorry. There was nothing I could do. Did you know her?â The woman asked and placed a hand on Peterâs shoulder. The police officer started asking Peter questions but he couldnât hear anything. He felt like he was about to pass out and stumbled backwards. He took off running towards the side of the bridge and looked over into the water. The rocky river water looked especially treacherous that night, sending a sick feeling to Peterâs stomach. He wasted no time and dove into the water in search of you. He swam down and eventually found a car in the water but when he pulled the doors open, there was no sign of you. Peter quickly swam up to gasp for air before going back down to look again. He did this five times before he exhausted himself. He dragged himself onto the little patch of grass at the base of the bridge and laid on the ground. He pulled his mask off and let out a guttural sob as he covered his face with his hands. He knew he had to pull himself up and help the people on the bridge but his entire body felt like lead. He rubbed the saltwater out of his eyes and took another minute to recover. As he rolled over to get himself up, he made eye contact with you.
âPeter?â You asked in a shaky voice. You were wet from the river and holding yourself as you slowly walked toward him.
âYouâre okay?â Peter asked as he got up off the ground. You were shivering from the cold and he wished desperately that he had something he could cover you with.
âYeah. I managed to get out through the trunk of the car. I was on the other side of the platform when I heard you crying. Did you go looking for me?â You asked when you realized he was wet too. Peter was still in stunned silence at the sight of you okay after accepting that you had likely drowned.
âYouâre okay.â He said and started to get all chocked up again. Peter took a step forward and opened his arms to hug you hit stopped himself. He stepped back and hugged himself instead.
âWhat are you doing?â You wondered.
âGiving you space.â He said seriously. It made you laugh for some reason which he didnât understand but he didnât question it.
âShut up.â You said when your laughter stopped.
âI didnât say anything.â Peter said as you threw your arms around him. He stumbled back in surprise but then hugged you back tightly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and slipped his hands into your hair to hold you closer. It felt like muscle memory to hold you again and the chill in his bones was gone in seconds.
âThat was really scary. When the car fell into the water. I couldnât breathe.â You choked out and he held you tighter.
âI know. Shhh. I know.â He whispered in your ear as you struggled to catch your breath. You pulled away just a little so that you could look at him.
âI thought of you.â You admitted. âWhen I was trying to find my way back to the surface. I was so tired and my lungs felt like they were going to explode but I just kept thinking that I needed to see you again. Thatâs what kept me going.â
âIâm sorry I didnât get to you sooner. I shouldâve been here.â
âItâs okay. Youâre here now.â You smiled sadly and touched his face. Peter returned the sad smile, the kind the made his eyes crinkle. But as he stared into your eyes, he couldnât help but think of the things you had said the night you broke up.
âI shouldâve been there for you a lot more than I ever had been.â He began. âYou didnât deserve to spend all those nights alone wondering where I was. I shouldâve been a better boyfriend to you. I should have just told you the truth. I donât even know who I was protecting in the end. I told myself it was you but thatâs not true because you still got hurt and I was the one who hurt you. And Iâm so sorry for that. Iâm so fucking sorry. Iâm sorry for all of it.â
âPeter, you donât have to do this right now.â You assured him.
âI do. Because I donât know when youâre gonna talk to me again and I have so much I have to tell you. So I need you to know that Iâm sorry for all the times you got dressed up for me and just never showed. Iâm sorry I let you think the distance between us was all in your head even though I felt it too. Iâm sorry for all the calls and texts after we broke up because I could never stay away from you. And for following you home everyday because you looking up when you thought to was around was the closest to an encounter that we had most days. And Iâm sorry that I clearly didnât love you hard enough if you were able to move on so quickly. I guess the absence of my love wasnât much worse than the presence of it. Or maybe the presence of it already felt like an absence. I know I was barely there in the end. I know you deserve better. And I hope you get better. You were always the best part of me and now Iâm just the loser who got really lucky that a cool girl liked him and found a way to fuck it all up.â
âYou didnât fuck it all up.â You smiled sadly. âWe had a lot of good times too. We were happy.â
âNot enough for you to stay. Which I donât blame you for. I wish it didnât take losing you to realize how much I needed to change but it did. So I donât blame you for being fine without me. Youâll always be fine. Youâre better off now without me in your life and Iâm just falling to pieces. I guess when a heart breaks, it doesnât break even.â
You started at him for a moment as your eyebrows came together. You let out a short laugh and expected him to do the same but he just looked confused.
âThatâs that song.â You said finally.
âWhat?âPeter frowned. âWhat song? Iâm pouring my heart out here.â
âIâm falling to pieces, yeah. Iâm falling to piece, yeah. Cause when a heartbreak no it donât break even.â You sang quietly and Peters eyes went up in surprise.
âOh shit. It is that song.â Peter realized. âDamn it. I thought I made that up. Iâve been listening to The Script a lot lately. Especially the one thatâs like âcause if one day you wake up and find that youâre missing me and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be.â Iâve been blasting that one so much that May had to take my speakers away. So then I started scream-singing it and she threatened to kick me out.â
âItâs so like you to accidentally quote a popular song and think you made it up yourself.â You laughed softly. âYou said I so confidently that I genuinely believe for a second that those were your own words. But no. It was just the musical stylings of the popular early 2000s band The Script.â
âThe Script are the only people that understand me right now.â Peter mumbled, making you laugh again.
âYou laugh but they make the best music for yearning.â Peter continued just to make you laugh again. He smiled at the sight of you laughing at something he had said after so many months of silence between you. When your laughter died down, you looked at him for a moment the way that you used to.
âI donât want you to yearn anymore.â You told him and gave his hand a squeeze. Peter understood what you were getting at and nodded his head.
âDo you think we could try again?â He asked in a soft voice. You smiled a little and took a step closer to him to rest your hands on his chest.
âI think so.â You answered.
âI swear, everything will be different this time.â He insisted. âI wonât leave you lonely anymore. And we can take it at any pace you need. Just tell me what I can do to earn back your trust.â
âI donât know. I think maybe I can trust a guy who dives into the Hudson River for me.â You said with a coy smile as you nodded towards the water.
âI really hate to do this right now but thatâs actually the East River of-â
âI donât care.â You laughed and pulled him into a kiss to shut him up.
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Mother, im sitting here at 4am, eating mini easter eggs and ive had tge most brilliant idea!! (Inspired by @inkdrinkerworld 's fic)
Okay so, poly!moonwater and readers been having trouble sleeping due to tensions/problems with her pureblood family. As a result shes been taking more naps, but they arent restful. So reader were napping in Rems bed (the dungeons were too cold) but after a fitful 30 minutes she gets up groggy, sleep deprived and beyond frustrated. She stumbles her way down to the common room, pin point Sirius lounging across the couch and promptly throws herself down to cuddle with him and continue her nap. Everyone (minus Siri) is shook. Jamie even asks if she got the wrong person because Reggie was sitting over there (in which he got a one eyed death glare before she burrowed into Siris chest and passed out).
Now, what everybody else didnt know was that Siri had more or less adopted reader as his own (she remined him so much of Reggie, being her big brother was 2nd nature). And while Barty was her person, he was a little too crazy to be comforting in this situation ("y/n, i'll get rid of them for you. Its not hard to do so" "Barty, no."). And of course Siri nows how bad their kind of familys are so he'd been taking care of reader on the down low as an older brother would.
Bonus if Reggie then decides that looks warm and fuzzy and wants Siri cuddles too so he joins ( it took him so long to get to a point where he could let himself be vunerable enough to openly allow Siri to take care of him đ)
aweeee poor reader. this ended up being way more serious than I thought it would be? like it's not funny at all, there's no humour (which feels odd to me, usually I can throw some jokes or banter in there) but plenty of hurt comfort???.......idk, I can't tell if this is any good, it feels very different from my usual pieces
poly!moonwater x fem!reader whose family sucks (but it's very Sirius-centric)
CW: mentions of insomnia, mentions of abusive families, making fun of only children (sorry), hurt/comfort
You were miserable to say the least; you couldnât remember when the last time you had a restful sleep was, and nothing you did seemed to help.
The closer it got to the Winter Holidays, the more your mind seemed to spiral. Every time you began to relax, your heart pounded as if youâd accidentally leaned too far back in your chair, reminding you of your upcoming visit home. Every time you closed your eyes, you were bombarded with images of angry faces and violent curses being shot at you.
The Slytherin dungeons were too cold, and every time you found your way into Regulusâ dorm, Barty insisted on butting in, and though you appreciated his support, you couldnât handle his threats promises to burn down your home with your parents in it.Â
Remus and Regulus both suggested you perhaps talk to Madame Pomfrey about getting some dreamless sleep or sleeping draught, but you were too embarrassed to admit to your two overprotective boyfriends that youâve used them so frequently during your life for this very reason that they had lost all efficacy.Â
It had gotten to the point that you managed to get the most sleep in the library bent over the table with your face on your book whilst Remus and Regulus did their work (and sometimes yours), and that honestly left you feeling more painfully tired than you had been before your nap.
So, you were nearly falling asleep at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall over your chicken and roast potatoes when Remus gently nudged you and suggested you go lie down for a bit and you wanted to weep into your potatoes which was only slightly less embarrassing than sleeping in them, causing him and Regulus to bring you up to Gryffindor tower.
Youâd kicked them both out of the Maraudersâ dorm room after some time â Remus for snoring and Regulus because the sound of him turning the pages of his book was distracting you. He promised to stop reading, but then he breathed too loudly and you started crying.
You were overtired, emotional, and running on fumes.
Youâd counted puffskeins, youâd had a warm glass of milk, youâd taken off articles of clothing and reconfigured your outfit numerous times (which was currently Remusâ jumper and no pants), and youâd tried every position imaginable to no avail.Â
You think you might have perhaps gotten five minutes of sleep before you woke up with a start, a barely repressed scream grating through your teeth.
Feeling disturbingly weepy and no less groggy from your horrid sleep, you pulled on a pair of your sweatpants and grabbed the throw blanket from the end Remusâ bed before trudging down the stairs to the common room.
âYou should have seen the look on Filchâs face- oh! Hi Y/N!â James called as you made your way over to the three-seater and stood over the black-haired boy currently occupying it.
âOh, Trouble.â He cooed sympathetically at you before kicking his feet out, laying back, and opening his arms for you to join him. You quickly climbed on top of him, and he tucked you in between the back of the sofa and his side, bending your knee so that your thigh rested on top of his, and pulled the blanket over the two of you.
You let out a shaky sigh and felt the first few tears fall from your eyes and onto Siriusâ chest.
âUhm...â James said loudly, looking over to both Regulus and Remus cuddled in a large plush chair from his place on the loveseat with Lily like âare you seeing this right now?â. âI think youâve got the wrong wizard there, L/N.â He said with a nervous laugh.
âNo, sheâs quite alright.â Sirius gritted back at him, looking far more severe than James thought the situation called for as he rubbed his hand consolingly up and down your arm.Â
James looked to your boyfriends, his face clearly asking all the questions that his mouth wasnât.
âHe helps, sometimes.â Regulus admitted, not looking particularly happy that you chose his brother over him, but not nearly as murderous as James figured he might look if heâd found Lily snuggled up like that with some other bloke. And it appeared as though the look of heartbreak on Remusâ face was caused more by your current sorry state and less about your current cuddle partner.
âBut...your brother?â James asked, still befuddled over this development. âDoesnât she usually go to Junior for things like this?â
Sirius scoffed. âJuniorâs solution to almost anything is fire or murder.â
âOr both.â You whimpered quietly, causing Sirius to tighten his arm around you and bring his other hand up to continue stroking your arm.
âBesides, Bartyâs an only child.â Regulus said flippantly.
âWhatâs that got to do with it?â James asked, slightly offended at the insinuation that anything may be wrong with him on account of his only child-ness.Â
Regulusâ irritable demeanor over Sirius usurping you was quickly replaced by a cocky smirk at getting under Jamesâ skin.
âLet me ask you this, Potter: last summer when Lily returned your letters unopened and called you an arrogant toerag after saying sheâd rather date the giant squid, whose arms did you cry into?â
âHe didnât cry.â Lily laughed at the same time as James answered âSiriusââ without any hesitation.
âWhat?â Lily asked, looking slightly horrified that she may have actually hurt Jamesâ feelings.
âOh, all the time, every time, actually.â James said readily.Â
âHe got snot on so many of my favourite band-teeâs, Red. As a matter of fact, I expect retribution.â Sirius commented.
âAnd why do you think you cried into Siriusâ arms?â Regulus continued.
âWell...because heâs my best mate.â James said simply.
âYou may think thatâs the reason, but youâre wrong. Itâs because Sirius is an older brother.â
James scoffed at that. âPlease, that has nothing to do with it!â
âHave you ever cried in Remusâ arms?â
âNo, but-â
âPettigrewâs?â
James grimaced but answered honestly. âNo.â
âNo. Because theyâre not older brothers.â Regulus said definitively.
âThat actually makes sense...â Lily mused aloud.Â
âYou say that like youâre surprised, Evans. I know youâre not used to good ideaâs coming out of menâs mouths, but I do assure you it happens more frequently than you might imagine.â Regulus taunted, earning him a pillow being hurled at his head.Â
Much to Jamesâ chagrin, his seeker reflexes caught the pillow before it made impact with his face.Â
âTosser.â James grumbled.Â
âWould you guys shut up.â Sirius whispered, causing everyone to look over at you.Â
Regulus couldnât even find it in him to be miffed when he saw you sleeping what looked to be quite peacefully in Siriusâ arms. Your eyes were slightly swollen from your tears, and he could see the tracks they had left on your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose, but you looked so content.Â
âSo... all big brothers know how to do that?â James asked incredulously.
âI doubt it.â Sirius commented quietly.
âOnly ones who know what itâs like to live in a Pureblood hellscape and needed to share his bed with his younger brother who was too scared to sleep on his own for years.â Regulus added quietly, staring unseeingly towards you and Sirius. Remus pulled Regulus tighter into his side and began rubbing his arm consolingly.
Suddenly, things started to make a little more sense to James.Â
âIâll write to mum.â James stated, causing both brothers, Lily, and Remus to look at him bemusedly.
âAbout what?â Remus asked finally.
âY/N staying with us.â James said simply.
Regulus opened his mouth ready to argue; to argue that James didnât have to and that he already took in both Sirius and Regulus. James didnât owe Regulus anything.Â
But Sirius spoke first.
âShe should be with her big brother, Reggie.â Sirius said, shooting him an encouraging smile and wink.
And seeing how your breathing had fallen even with your mouth slightly ajar as you clutched to the fabric of Siriusâ jumper like it was a lifeline, who was Regulus to argue?
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INFATUATED!
âIn a world of boys, heâs a gentleman.â â mini series âŠïž
Synopsis: The feeling of finding a person who makes your tummy do cartwheels everyday, no matter what the situation is.
Pairings: nonidol!jungkook x fem!reader
Warnings: super cute duper fluff, jk being the epitome of every girls dream man. Argument, oc crying, Jungkook wasting money on oc, banter, cussing, flirting. Js super cute clichĂ© shitâŠ
a/n: theyâre my babies⊠theyâre so âtear in my heartâ coded but after this I might be inactive. I have a paper due in three weeks 10 pages long soâŠ. Plus in my free time Iâm working on a series that I will drop the teaser and aesthetic maybe later or tmrđ€đ€đ€ enjoy!! Kithes.
Falling in love with Jungkook was so easy that it scared you. He did everything right, and whenever there was something wrong, he would do anything in his power to make it right. You thought it was too good to be true, and he would just disappear into angel dust if you blinked too fast.
âHow do you feel?â Your boyfriend moves your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead in the process. âWarm.â You talk about the fever you have. The covers that were wrapped tightly around you are shredded from you. âHey!â You pout, shaking from how cold you feel even though the air is off and itâs not cold. âYouâre not going to get better, baby.â He pouts back at you, holding the covers tightly on his chest as you try to fight back for it.
âI'm freezing,â you whine, your eyelids fluttering shut as his palm touches your face.
âYouâre burning, baby,â he lets you know while sighing.
You had gotten sick yesterday, which had started with a sore throat. You had thought when you would have woken up today it wouldâve been gone; spoiler: it got worse.
Jungkook makes his way to his kitchen, opening up the gray cabinet in front of him. He pulls out the tray filled with medicine his mom gave him whenever he moved out around four years ago. He pops open the pill container, taking two small white round pills out before grabbing a water bottle and making his way to you, whoâs curled up on his couch.
Jungkook feels like shit whenever he canât do anything to make you feel better. It didnât matter what it was; he would do anything in his power to make you feel better. Seeing you sick, your face red from how hot you are, your eyes closed, and curled up from how cold you felt had him thinking that if he could take away your sickness and be sick instead, Jungkook would choose that option in an instant.
He hands you the pills and the water bottle and watches you take them one by one. He remembers when you gawked at him when he took 4 pills at once and learned that you have a fear of the pill going down the wrong tube.
He also remembers that you prefer pills and injections instead of just medicine syrup. Which baffled him, to say the least; how could someone prefer an injection instead of just strawberry-flavored syrup? He laughed at you, which you just shrugged because it was the truth; you preferred to get poked by a needle than just drinking something.
âThatâs actually crazy.â Jungkook throws his head backwards as a laugh rips out of his chest. âItâs nasty. I donât care what flavor it is. I would literally throw it up.â You scrunch your nose, remembering the taste of the medicines your parents literally shoved down your throat so you could get better.
âDonât get me started on how anything medicine strawberry flavored gives me PTSD till this day.â You shiver from the thought, which has your boyfriend laughing at you.
âI canât breathe,â you say, your voice scratchy from your sore throat as you breathe from your mouth. âI shouldâve enjoyed breathing when I could,â you joke, watching your boyfriend's eyes twinkle. They had a small glimmer to them, making you wonder how that could possibly happen and why you haven't seen it before with anyone else.
Jungkook had no clue how he ended up here⊠with a girl he met in a chemistry class that accidentally dropped sulfuric acid all over the floor alongside the beaker smashing into tiny pieces. He watched how your eyes widened as a small piece of your hair dropped beautifully in front of your face out of the low ponytail. You had tied it with a blue latex glove as a hair tie since you didnât have one after no one in class had one to let you borrow.
That was two years ago; now here he was taking care of you as you struggled to breathe from your congested nose.
âCan I get my blanket back?â You pout at him, which he only shook his head with a chuckle.
âŠ.
âGet whatever you want,â Jungkook gave your ass a little tap as you entered the makeup store, your eyes widening from excitement. âDonât say stuff like that,â you give him a look, which has him tilting your face up with his hand.
âWhy, baby?â He chuckles, pecking your pouted lips.
âBecause it makes me feel things, duh,â you whisper into his lips. He smiles into your mouth. His lip piercing sends cold shocks through your body that has you playfully shoving him away, remembering where you guys are.
âGet whatever you want, and then we can go to the bookstore,â Jungkook picks up the black and white striped little Sephora bag before pointing in front of you to walk.
You giggled as you started looking for the things that have been sitting in your phone cart for a while now. Jungkook follows behind you, stopping whenever you stop to look at the shelves for something before you drop the product in the basket in your boyfriend's hand.
âThatâs really cute,â Jungkook mentions the lipstick tester you have in your hand. âYou should get it,â he says, tilting his head at you, watching you open the lid being met with a reddish-dark color.
âDonât you think itâs too dark?â You look up at your smiling boyfriend.
âWhat?â You giggle as you stare back at him. âYou look beautiful,â he says casually, reaching for your beanie and pulling it down a bit more, fixing it. âYou literally want me to die right now,â you joke. âBaby!â Jungkook laughs at the tone of voice you used.
âYou canât keep saying things like that without expecting me to literally melt away,â you lean your body onto him while he wraps his strong hands around your much smaller frame as you look up to him.
âI just say whatever is in my mind at the moment, princess,â he explains, giving your waist a small squeeze, making you squirm as the feeling made you ticklish. âAh!â You laugh as his fingers dig into your rib cage, tickling you.
You push him away as he tries to continue to tickle your tummy. âStop!â You laugh, trying to get away as far as you can from him.
Jungkook stops when he sees two girls around your guy's age pass beside you both with judging eyes. âSomeoneâs mad...â Jungkook whispers into your head as you just shake your head with a laugh.
âLetâs leave, I got everything,â you giggle, intertwining your fingers with him, making your way to the line.
When you guys finally get to the line, you are met with a pretty blonde girl, her dimples carved into her skin when she smiles up at you both. âHi, is that all?â The girl said, you take notice of her name tag.
âYes, that's all, thank you,â you smile back. âFind everything you wanted?â Genesis asks, as she starts scanning the products. âYeah, thanks,â you say, playing with the strings of your hoodie as you see the price rise with each scan.
âCard or cash?â Genesis says, as she points to the credit card reader.
âCard,â Jungkook says before you could reply. He pulls out his black card from the back of the phone case, before scanning it through the white card reader without looking at the price. The machine makes a small sound, âhere you go, have a wonderful day!â The girl says ripping the receipt before putting it into the white and black bag, handing it to you.
âThank you, baby,â you say as you walk out the door of the store, Jungkook smiles at you before shrugging. âThe least I could do, princess,â he gives your hand three small squeezes, which feels like heâs squeezing your heart as well. âIt was expensive as fuck,â you pout at him. âHow much?â He asks, âa thousand.â You cringe, scrunching your nose up at realizing the astonishing price. âThatâs it?â Jungkook raises an eyebrow before reaching to the passenger side of his car.
âWhat! Youâre crazy,â you say, giving him a slight swat. You watch as the side of his lips quirk up, making you mirror his actions.
âI love you,â you pout, as he leans into his car. âAnd I love you so much more,â he says, pulling you into him from your waist.
You tipped toe to reach for his lips, his lips mold with yours perfectly as you both were pieces of a puzzle. âHow do you want the kiss?â He asks, giving your waist a squeeze. âWhat is this, a drive-thru? I get to ask what type of kiss I want,â you giggle, letting your forehead drop onto his chest which rumbles with a laugh.
âYou get to ask whatever you want from me,â Jungkook rubs your back softly on top of your thick hoodie. âOh shit,â your eyes widened as you saw the small print of your makeup on his black shirt when you raised your head upwards. âWhat?â He looks down to his shirt where youâre rubbing your fingers on the dirty print.
âI just ruined your shirt, baby, ahh!â You freak, which has Jungkook laughing while trying to reassure you that itâs fine and heâll just wash it when he gets home.
As much as you guys had moments like this, you guys had your disagreements. They werenât as bad where they ended in screaming matches or end up not talking for days, you guys usually make up the same day before going to bed. Jungkook loathed going to bed whenever you two fought; he felt compelled to make things right before even considering sleep.
âWhy are you making me feel bad?â You say, your voice cracking, which echoes the fractures in Jungkook's heart. âIâm not, baby. Itâs just... I canât do anything about it,â Jungkook tries to reason with you.
âShe was literally all over you, and you didnât stop it,â you feel your eyes start to water before staring down at your converse.
âSheâs my mom's best friend's daughter; I canât just tell her to fuck off, y/n. I backed off. I canât control what she does,â Jungkook raises his voice, a tear falling down your cheek as he addresses you by your first name, a departure from his usual endearments, which feels like a knife to your chest.
âOkay, then,â you nod, tears starting to cascade down, smudging your makeup in the process.
Jungkook's throat tightens; he feels like he can't breathe, feeling like shit. He watches you wipe your tears, small sniffles escaping your mouth. âIâm going to go,â you sniffle, turning your back to him and reaching for your bag.
âNo, don't leave, letâs talk this out,â Jungkook implores, turning you around to face him. He reaches for your cheeks, wiping away the tears that continue to fall down your puffy cheeks. âYouâre hurting me,â you say, with a sniffle.
âI know. Iâm fucking sorry, baby,â he feels his heart racing, wanting to die for making you feel bad for caring about him.
âWhy didnât you push her away or say something? You made me look fucking stupid, Jungkook,â you cry, recalling the pang of feeling as Kailey flirted with him in front of his family, and he did nothing to stop it, leaving you feeling small and insignificant.
âIâm so sorry, baby,â he kisses away your tears, trying to soothe the ache in your heart. âI promise Iâll shove her off whenever I see her, and if I have the chance to avoid her, I will,â he whispers into your cheek with each kiss he leaves on your face.
âPromise?â You whisper, finally meeting his worried eyes.
âPromise, baby,â he whispers back, holding eye contact with your red, puffy eyes.
âI hate making you cry; please forgive me,â Jungkook pulls you into him, hugging you tightly as if afraid you'll slip away. âI forgive you, just donât do it ever again,â you sniffle into his chest, feeling the throb in your heart melt away.
âI love you,â he says, swaying you both in the middle of his living room.
âI love you,â you sniffle.
âŠ.
"But the Maze Runner is so good," you literally whine at your boyfriend, who is in the middle of changing his shirt.
"Yeah, but not as good as Spiderman," he says, poking his head out the shirt hole with a grin.
"Okay, true, but the Maze Runner is just as good; you need to read the book to understand," you mumble, trying to separate a piece of hair from your mouth as you curl another strand with your wand.
"You just have a huge crush on Dylan OâBrian, letâs be honest," your boyfriend chuckles, sending you a look through the mirror, to which you just roll your eyes back at him, acknowledging a) that he was right. b) he was literally right.
âSays the boy who had a crush on Fluttershy when we watched My Little Pony,â you say, giving him a 'donât try me' look. His jaw falls before giving your hair a tiny soft pull.
"You said you wouldnât bring it up," he laughs before shaking his head with a chuckle. "Well..." you just shrug.
âFluttershy reminds me of you,â Jungkook stands behind you, his fingers playing with your freshly curled hair. âUntil you act like a brat,â he tugs on your hair, making your head snap backwards, where he leaves a big fat smooch on your lips.
âOkay, princess, letâs go,â he says before unplugging the curling wand wire, grabbing your bag and coat, before holding your hand and leading you outside.
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Everything I Wanted II.
LESTAPPEN X READER (PART 2)
Summary: Your journey to become a Motorsport legend wasn't easy, especially when your path clashed with your greatest rivals, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.
Word count: 8.9k
Tags: Driver reader, mentions of crash, angst, abusive parent, daddy issues, trust issues, character death (not reader), cursing, strong rivalry, misogyny in motorsport, invasive media, aggressive fans, reader suffers with cyberbullying and hate, smut, female reader, +18, unprotected sex, voyeurism, exhibtionism, edging, filthy, porn with plot, queer! everyone, polyamory lestappen, bit of dirty talking, pet names, not beta read
Relationships: Lestappen x Reader
Mentor!Kimi Raikkonen x Reader
Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Lewis Hamilton x Platonic!Reader
Notes: this is full of motorsport categories inaccuracies, just go with the vibes please. There are a few inaccuracies regarding other drivers' lives, but they are just to fit the story. This chapter is very angsty and none of it is an attack at the drivers nor their fans and personalities, please.
I know I KNOW, this got out of hand, AGAIN. I promise next part (and hopefully last) is more focused on the romance, and the happy ending reader deserves.
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You spent Christmas with your mom, sharing a lot of presents and watching a bunch of stupid Christmas movies. New Yearâs was now a tradition to spend with the Raikkonen Family, joined with the closest friends for a little get together. It was a good opportunity to reconnect with Kimiâs kids who missed you a lot during the season.
Charles never contacted you during winter break, which you were sure was the best after that mistake. You hated each other too much and the only thing that could come out of that was toxicity from the both of you. You refused to even acknowledge what had happened and its implications, that wouldnât and couldnât mean anything.
During the pre-season testing in Bahrain, you and Charles were back to whatever your relationship was before that one lapse in judgment months before.
Nobody noticed anything.
One day, Fernando pulled you aside for a little chat. You two sat side by side on big moving boxes, sipping on energy drinks.
âThereâs something I have been wanting to talk to you about since last year,â he started, seemingly pensive, distant.
âIs everything ok?â
âYeah, yeah. Remember after we first met when you asked me if I had advice for you regarding your career?â Fernando said, and you remembered.
Right after you had gotten close, you asked him for advice, you always did, especially about racing. But one day, you were chatting about his career, and you asked if had any lessons you should never forget. He had laughed joking about read all your contracts then asking if you were calling him old, but he said if he ever had any advice, he would tell you.
âYes, have you got my answer yet?â
âSĂ, Nena,â he paused, looking deep into your eyes, âenjoy.â
You frowned and he saw the confusion on your face.
âI see much of my younger self in you, you know? The same passion, this fiery desire to win, your goal for the championship, to conquer the worldâŠâ Fernando paused, looking up to the clear sky, the sunset coming around, âAnd I did. But I wish I had enjoyed it more. I shouldâve gone to parties, I shouldâve visited the countries we went to and tried the food, I shouldâve made more friends, I shouldâve had more lovers⊠I was so focused on winning, on getting my hands on that trophy of champion of the world, that I missed out on a lot.â
You felt your eyes tear up, and you wiped it before the tears came down. Putting your hand on his shoulder, you smiled at him.
âItâs such an honor race with you. And an even greater honor to have you as a friend, Nanoâ you whispered to him, you two laughed as his eyes watered too, and slapping his shoulder you laughed, âdonât make me cry, you old softie!â
You took his advice to your heart.
You went to the parties, you met new people, and thatâs how after two entire seasons, you managed to befriend Lando, your teammate. You two had to open your hearts a little bit and meet in the middle. Which proved to be great, the whole team loved the change in your dynamic. You still werenât besties, but you were close colleagues, and that was great. Everyone noticed the change and it reflected on how you started racing as a team instead of individually.
The car was even better than the year before, and the first race of the season you got a promising win.
That win, Landoâs pestering, and Fernandoâs advice was how you ended up in a party after the Bahrain GP. Wearing a skimpy mini dress and 5 tequila shots deep, swaying your hips to the sound of Rihanna. You were dancing and singing with Lando and a few of his friends, loudly screaming the lyrics.
When it was way too hot for you, you grabbed a water bottle and beelined your way out of the crowded dance floor. You found a corner of the VIP section where the AC seemed to be working better, and as you stumbled inside the small space, you ran chest first into someone.
âSorry,â you said, taking a step back and pressing your back against the cold wall.
âEnjoying your win?â Your head snapped up as you recognised Maxâs voice. You had run into him.
Lando had mentioned inviting Max to the party, he had gotten a P2 in the race but you doubted he would go to a party he knew you would attend. You were obviously wrong.
âYou know I am,â the victory was so good that nothing could ruin your mood.
âWell, then enjoy it. Iâm coming for the win, again.â He warned you but his voice was devoid of anything, just sounded like he was casually telling you about the weather. But you knew that he was implying his championship the year before, rubbing it in your face.
âDonât be so confident, Max,â you finished your water, smirking at him, âEnjoy the view of my rear!â
You flipped your hair, feeling his eyes on you the whole walk back to the dance floor.
And yet-
Somehow-
You ended up back at that small corner, dancing with your body pressed between Verstappenâs and the wall, his hand holding your jaw firmly, you rolled your hips against him, feeling the way his body responded to yours.
âWe canât-â he said to you, still, his eyes hadnât left your lips, like he was so oh so tempted.
You rolled your eyes, annoyed. Sober you would never do that, but then, that was a problem for later. Checking to see if anyone was looking at you, you hooked a finger around his waistband and pulled him towards the bathroom.
As soon as the two of you were inside, you locked the door and Max pressed your back against the door, latching his lips to yours in a very desperate open mouthed kiss. You hugged his shoulders, opening your lips to him, his hands went down your sides and he grabbed your ass, pulling you into him. But that wasnât enough, so he held your thighs and pulled up, carrying you. You locked your legs around his waist, and he stopped the kiss to walk, sitting you on the marble side of the sink, still between your legs, forcing his bulge against your panties, and eliciting a moan from you.
He took a half step back to hike your dress up, palming your cunt over your panties feeling the dampness of it, he tried to press his hand under your panties, but the lacy fabric didnât leave much space, so he simply tore the bottom of them, exposing you to him. He just ran a finger over your slit, collecting your wetness for a brief moment before pushing a finger into you. Max watched your face with concentration, studying your bodyâs responses. Your hips shaking at the movement of his finger, and when the second one joined, you got louder. He curled his fingers up, his thumb pressing your clit, and you had to use both hands to hold onto him, your head lolling back against the mirror.
âTake it and shut the fuck up,â he grunted between clenched teeth.
He was pressing your insides so good, the slick sound of his fingers going in and out, his heavy breathing, the loud music outside and his laser focused fingers had you coming against his fingers in minutes. When he noticed you close, cunt spasming against his fingers, he pressed the other hand against your mouth, covering your moans when your toes curled and you orgasmed on his hand.
Max barely let you recover as he opened his jeans and stroked himself twice before pushing his cock into you in one swift move, making you gasp at the sudden intrusion.
âThatâs what you wanted, right? Fucking teasing me all night,â He pushed particularly hard, hitting your g-spot, making you see stars, âyouâre a fucking menace, yâknow that? Fucking insufferable,â then his words became a mumbling of something dutch you couldnât quite catch anymore with the way his hips snapped against yours, taking all your focus away and turning you into a mess of moaning.
Max fucked like he raced, focused and relentless, brutal. He hugged you with one arm around your waist to keep you in place and the other held you face, tilting your head so he could kiss you, or whatever that mess of saliva, tongues and teeth was. Your orgasm crashed through you unexpectedly, and you only hugged him tighter, pressing your face against his chest, biting into his skin through the fabric of his T-shirt to silence yourself, your teeth sinking into him was enough to send him also over the edge, coming with moans against your ear.
That night, you went home with shaking legs and an incoming headache, as Max left with the scraps of your panties in his pocket and your lipstick stain on his shirt, above his chest.
It was the seventh race of the year, Monaco, and you absolutely hated that specific track since your years of F2. During your two first years in F1 you had awful experiences, the rookie year you DNF and the year prior you had barely managed a P7. You were trying to keep your head up, be hopeful that you could at least try for top 5.
But since you couldnât catch a fucking break, an old video of your teenage years resurfaced.
You were walking to your first round of interviews when Amanda, your PR manager, started walking by your side.
âThereâs something. An old video of a karting competition resurfaced, where Max and Charles pretty much call you stupid,â Amanda was always direct, you could give it to her.
âLet me see the videoâ you asked, offering your hand for her phone.
âWe donât have time, but everyone will ask you about it. I need you to be the bigger person and act like it isnât important, yes? They will try to taunt you and get a bad reaction from you, I need you to dismiss everything they throw at you. Agreed?â
You sighed. You knew the stuff from your teens were pretty bad, you rarely badmouthed Max or Charles, but they always felt threatened by you, so there were lots of instances they attacked you. Honestly, you just didnât want to come out of this victimized. So as you entered the first round of interviews, you decided you were going to downplay anything they asked you.
âY/N, have you seen the footage of you, Max and Charles from your teenage years that resurfaced recently?â
âNo, uh, I havenât.â
Someone pushed an iPad in your hands because of course, they wanted a live reaction from you. You pressed play, reading the subtitles someone put on the video. It was an amateur recording like a post race interview made by another teenage guy. First as Max walked out of the track, the guy asked what he thought of your win.
âIt was luck, sheâs not bright enough to think of a strategy,â Max said, walking away, clearly pissed having lost to you.
There was a cut and the camera was turned on again when Charles walked toward the guy asking the question. He repeated exactly the same question he had asked Max.
âY/N, I donât worry about her long term. Sheâs not going very far in this sport anyway,â Charles shrugged, seemingly unbothered.
As the video cut again, it showed your face, you remembered when that was. You were 14, and your dad had dropped you a few months earlier, so you were working your ass off balancing school, work and karting.
âHey, Y/N. What do you think of your result today?â
âUh, I tried a new strategy I learned earlier this week, thankfully it worked in my favor,â teen-You dried your forehead with your coatâs sleeve.
âWhat are your plans for this competition?â
âWell, I hope to be good enough to get into F4 next year, and work my way up into Formula 1,â you smiled softly and walked away after a quick bye.
The video ended and you still spent a few seconds staring at the black screen of the iPad. This interview didnât come to your mind in more than a decade, but it was nice seeing how you made your 14-year-old dream come true.
âSo, what do you say?â The reporter extended his mic to you.
âI guess I proved them wrong, right?â You giggled a little, âdonât take it to heart, really. We were all hormonal teenagers, Iâm sure if someone digs, they will find a video of me saying the same stuff about them,â you shrugged, despite that being a lie, sounded dismissive enough.
âSo it doesnât upset you?â The reporter insisted, and you knew he wanted a scandal you werenât willing to give.
âOf course not. Iâve always known my worth, and Iâm P1 in the driverâs championship as of right now. So I donât really care.â
The interviewers soon let the video go, when they realized you didnât care about it. You werenât sure if anyone would also approach Charles or Max with questions about the same video, but you couldnât care less, you wanted to avoid drama for the time being so you could focus on the championship instead of this bullshit.
On the morning of qualifying, you were in your room, trying to meditate and clear your mind, when a knock interrupted you.
âGuys, I asked for twenty minutes so I could-â you stop yourself when you realize it isnât anyone from your team, but itâs Max and Charles, âwhat are you doing here?â
âWe came to apologize about the video,â Max started.
âDid your PR teams send you here?â You looked around, trying to catch a camera or even a phone recording.
âNo uh, we realized we were very immature with you, and this video is just proof of how silly that was,â Charles sighed, seemingly embarrassed.
âYou donât need to apologize, I mean- the two of you really had it out for me, you called me dumb a lot,â you pointed to Max, then Charles, âand you called me ugly countless times. I donât know why it would make any difference now.â
You were just so used to being defensive, to protect yourself from hatred you found it hard to believe them, to give them a chance to apologize because you couldnât believe it to be genuine.
âEven if you donât take it, or believe it, I would like to apologize for that behavior. I was just a stupid kid.â Max looked deep into your eyes, which couldâve made you uncomfortable if he didnât seem so honest.
âIâm really sorry, Y/N. It was too idiotic to be like that to you, growing up. You were just a kid too.â Charles added.
You understood where that apology came from, it was stupid and embarrassing for all three of you this teenage rivalry when you all were barely mid racers back in the day. Sighing, you looked around, dropping your façade for a second, allowing yourself to display the same honesty they showed you.
It was hard and required some sort of deprogramming because you could only see them as rivals, like your dad had whispered in your brain so many times before, like their actions towards you had cemented dadâs words. They had said things that were on your mind for so long, that had made you defensive and deflective.
âLook, donât worry about it. Whatever happened back then, itâs water under the bridge,â You shifted on your feet. As they started walking away, you added âthis doesnât mean weâre friends.â
They only nodded before leaving. Your routine went back to the same, and as the next scandal went on, people forgot about the silly video, but a very specific part of the fans started shipping you and both your rivals.
The rivalry never died down though.
Then, out of nowhere, Sebastian pulled you and Lewis aside to a conversation. Then he told you that he was going to retire by the end of the season. It was the first time the two of them saw you cry, and Sebastian hugged you tight, shushing your crying softly.
âIâm so sorry, Iâm sorry,â he whispered, petting your head.
âNo, donât apologize,â you let him go, drying your face, âI have listened to you talking countless times about how you missed the kids. Donât apologize for choosing to be a great dad. I know Hanna and the kiddos will be ecstatic.â
âYou two are my closest friends here, thatâs why I wanted to tell you first, before my announcement.â
âThank you, Seb,â you said, eyes still watering, âIâm going to miss having you around.â
âThank you for telling us beforehand,â Lewis said, also visibly emotional.
The season was writing itself to be just as close as the year prior, but now you were slightly better at keeping the lead most.
That is until Zandvoort. This GP was always a nightmare to you, because it was full of Maxâs fans, and they absolutely hated you for being his rival. You had been booed when you were on the podium the year before, so now, you and Amanda decided it was best to keep your head down during the whole week. Not out of shame, but more of a matter of safety, you didnât know how far the crowd could go in antagonizing you. When you were booed the other year, Max had said it was part of the sport and dismissed the conversation.
The morning of free practice, you went into the paddock very low-key and kept to yourself. You arrived with a little cup of coffee and got mentally ready for a hostile environment the whole weekend. That, until you spotted a small group of people dressed with your color and wearing your number, waving wildly to you.
In a spur of the moment decision, you went there, getting close to the barrier to sign a few caps and take a few selfies. In retrospect, you knew you shouldnât have done that, especially with only two bodyguards accompanying you.
You were finishing chatting with your fans when you felt something heavy hit the side of your head and the impact made you stumble backwards, you were confused as you heard the screams and felt one of the bodyguards pull you back, as the other jumped the barrier and started running. You patted your temple and something wet and sticky was dripping down the side of your face. You stared at the small group of fans who were looking at you horrified. Staring at the hand, you saw the red staining your fingers, and as the bodyguard kept pulling you away to somewhere safer, the thing flowed even more and got into your left eye.
You wondered if it was blood as you touched your temple but felt nothing, not a gash nor small cut. You covered your left eye as it started to sting from what you supposed smelt like paint.
âHey, hey, what happened? Youâre bleeding!â Max jogged up to you.
âNot blood, just paintâ you muttered, trying to use your coat to clean your face.
âSomeone threw a paint ball at her,â the bodyguard said.
âFuck, itâs burning!â You exclaimed, feeling tears in your left eye.
âCome here, the RB hospitality is close,â Max said, holding your wrist, he stopped shortly pointing to your bodyguard, âand you, sort this and find the person who did it.â
You let yourself be taken by Max into the RB territory, the burning so annoying that you rather take whatever solution he was thinking of. He held your waist and placed you sitting on a sink, and then you felt water streaming down your face.
âStay still,â Max commanded, holding a hose over your head, pouring water down your face, ânow blink slowly, let the water wash it,â his voice soft as you did what he told you to. Slowly but surely, it washed the paint away, relieving your left eye from the stinging. Max held the hose up and held your chin, tilting your head up so he could check your eye, still letting the water stream down your face.
You took a few minutes, breathing and regulating your heartbeat from that scare, trying to come back to normal and understand fully what was going on. From what you gathered, you were chatting with fans when someone else came and threw something with paint at you.
âHow does it feel?âÂ
âItâs better, already stopped burning,â you told him, feeling your heart miss a beat at the close proximity you found yourself to him. You were sitting on a sink, Max standing between your legs pretty much like you two had done months before for entirely different reasons.
âOpen your eye, let me see,â he asked, and you tried to blink it open, âcan you see?â
âItâs a little blurry but I believe it will get better,â you explained, and he didnât let go of your chin. Suddenly, he covered your right eye with the other hand, leaving you only with your left eye sight.
âHow many fingers am I putting up?â He showed it to your left eye. The vision was a bit blurry but you still could make out the shapes very clearly.
âFour, Max. Itâs just a little bit blurry, probably will get better in a few minutesâ you sounded annoyed, you tried to move but he pressed a hand against your waist, keeping you in place.
âNow, what happened?â He asked finally. You ignored the proximity, and the hand still on your body.
âWeâre in Zandvoort, thatâs what happened,â you shrugged, really annoyed about it.
âWhat do you mean?â He was visibly confused. You scoffed because you knew it wasnât something he didnât know, since the year before he has dismissed the importance of how hostile people were to you.
âWeâre massively surrounded by your fans, Max.â
âI donât understand.â
âThey hate me because you hate me, and they think because you hate me theyâre justified in their hostility towards me,â You explained, with a sigh, you pushed away from Max, âthis GP has been like this for me ever since Rookie year.â
âI donât hate you,â he said, brows furrowed.
âYou do. And they do too,â you pointed down at the paint that had also stained your shirt as proof.
âI donât,â he insisted and you rolled your eyes, jumping off the sink, but he didnât give you space, which made you stand chest to chest with him, âI promise.â
You stared at him, breathless. That wasnât part of the game you played, being kind, sounding worried and making promises. None of that was part of this whole rivalry. Pushing his chest, you tried getting away but he caged you against the sink, body flush against yours.
âDo you believe me?â He asked and your eyes fell to his lips, and you allowed yourself to remember the desperate and chaotic kisses you had shared in a dimly lit bathroom, âI donât support any of this behavior.â
You heard voices and steps approaching, which made you finally push him away, walking towards the door. Whatever little magic had been happening between those walls was undone the moment you remembered none of that wouldâve happened if he had politely put a stop to it earlier.
âItâs part of the sport and I have to deal with it, right?â You returned the very same words he had said about you when you were booed by the crowd the year prior.
As you opened the door, you were faced with Sebastian. He stopped, taking you in and then pulling you in a hug.
âAre you ok? We just heard what happened!â He murmured, guiding you out of the bathroom. He held your shoulders and looked at your face, checking how your left eye was still a little red, âwe should take you to see a doctor, come on.â
Lewis soon arrived at the entrance of the RBR station, he warned about the reporters crowding outside, waiting for a glimpse of you after the attack. The British man gave you a Mercedes coat so you put it over your head and avoid the cameras waiting outside. With the bodyguards and both Lewis and Sebastian leading you away, you ended up at the medical center, and after a quick examination, the doctor gave you eye drops to put throughout the day.
Your Principal suggested you sit the FP1 out, letting the reserve driver take your place while you recovered. By the middle of FP1, your eyesight was 100% and you went to get ready for FP2. The whole day you felt like everyone was being extra careful, tiptoeing around you. You hated feeling like you were being pitied, so when the inevitable round of interviews came, you knew what you had to do.
âWe heard about your incident earlier today, how are you feeling about it?â Someone asked.
âIâm pretty upset, to be honest. Formula 1 is a sport loved around the whole world, and the paddock overall is supposed to be a safe place not only for the fans, but also the workers and drivers. What happened today is unacceptable and couldâve been much worse. Iâm voicing my dissatisfaction and I intend to, through legal means, take this complaint to the FIA.â
Later that night, as you laid awake on your bed, scrolling through the repercussions of the day, you stopped when you saw a snippet of Max's interview.
âWhat happened today was dangerous and unacceptable, I donât support this behavior and I stand with Y/N,â that was all he said, but Max usually was a man of few words, always knowing when it was enough.
You knew he shouldâve voiced that much earlier in your career, specifically after the booing the year before, but still- He also could have opted to not say anything at all, and he didnât.
Amanda also sent you the news that the fan who had attacked you was found and banned for life from Formula 1.
After calling Sebastian, you managed to get ahold of Maxâs phone number and texted him a simple message.
Thank you. Twice. - Lioness
The text went to read almost immediately, and the three dots appeared from his side of the screen. You wait, and wait, and wait. And then the dots disappeared, and an answer never came.
After a solid P2 that weekend in Zandvoort, you went home for the summer break. You and your mom had planned to go to Monaco for a little while since you were planning on buying a place there. From there, you and your mom would go all around the French Riviera to enjoy the sea and spend a few days in a spa resort. Then, you would go back home and relax before going to Ibiza for a weekend to meet Lando and his friends to enjoy some partying.
Everything went according to plan, but one day when you came back home after the trip to the French Riviera, you found your mom passed out on the living room floor.
You called an ambulance, quickly taking her into the hospital. Everything was a blur, the tests and scans, your mom still unconscious on a hospital bed, and the results. The results that pulled the floor from under your feet.
Your brain couldnât fully compute what was said. Cancer Stage 4. Surgery. Palliative care.
The world was muted around you as you sat on a chair in the waiting room, hands shaking when you tried to understand what was happening. You somehow ended up calling the one other person you trust.
âY/N? What happened?â
âI donât understand- she just- she just passed out and I thought- but- but they said- palliative careâ you try to come up with words.
âTalk to me. Are you sick?â Kimiâs voice is so focused and a little soothing.
âItâs momâ
âSend your location, Iâm going there,â thatâs all he said.
Waiting for Kimi gave you some sense of purpose, because itâs Kimi. He could fix anything. He fixed your life when you were 14, he can do it again. He would get there and find a way to help. Your mind got so clouded when the word cancer was thrown in the conversation, that you probably missed the part about treatments and- and surgery and stuff.
In your motherâs room there was a comfortable couch where you tried to settle to sleep, but you only spent countless hours awake. You hoped to see the doctor again to try and get him to explain everything for a second time.
You wished you were smart and quick, but no, you just sat there holding onto the hope that Kimi had a way to fix this.
Kimi arrived early the next morning, knocking on the door before entering. You stood up, hugging him tight.
âWhat happened?â
âItâs pancreatic cancer, they said. We need to see more about surgery and- and treatments.â
You and Kimi found the doctor, who explained again, and in that moment you finally understood what he meant the first time around. She was in a late stage of pancreatic cancer, which was usually a very difficult illness to find before it is too late, due to the placement of the organ in the body and late symptoms. The only options were either to try a very risky surgery and chemo so she could extend her life for around 8 months to a year. Or she could go home to live her last few months the way she wanted.
You begged and cried and bribed and offered every single solution your brain could muster to try and save her. Kimi held you when you fell to the floor, sobbing.
When your mom woke up and you and Kimi told her the diagnosis, she cried too, sobbing in your arms as you tried to hold it together for her sake. It took a couple of days for her to choose to go home. The two of you spent the last days of summer break traveling around the world a bit more, visiting temples and statues, and seeing nature and everything good the world had to offer, going to places motorsport hadnât taken you to.
Your mom went to every race week from there on, even when she felt especially weak, even when you had to hire a full time medical team for her.Â
Your focus on the season was solely on the moment between entering the car and leaving the car. You still managed to race like youâve done before, calm and controlled, with the help of your engineers and team, you still could put the car where you wanted it, paving your way for a solid world championship that year. It was like your brain was seeing racing as the one thing in your life you had full control over, so sometimes you even felt like you and the car were one.
You didnât tell anyone about her. Though every driver noticed how distant you were, even Charles and Max and the ones that werenât very close to you noticed how you were only fulfilling your obligations and leaving, you werenât even celebrating your wins, leaving the fastest you could after a race.
The Singapore GP was tough for you, having to leave your mom home alone with the medical staff and a couple of friends from her book club, since she wasnât strong enough to travel anymore. Your attention was failing all throughout media day and free practices. Qualifying was shit compared to your performance the rest of the season.
In Q3 you did a reasonable sector 1 and 2 but you messed up sector 3 completely. It was a complete accident when you got in the way of a Ferrari when he was doing his fast lap, and you ended up messing his qualy too. Jace let you know it was none other than Charles Leclerc, who was setting the pace for a pole position. Out of 19 drivers, you had to ruin his lap. In the end, Max got pole, Charles qualified P3 and you qualified P5.
You went through the motions during the post qualifying press. You were about to leave after debriefing, when Charles Leclerc found you on the way to the parking lot. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself protectively as he walked up to you. You were hoping to escape his fury at least until after the race the next day. Before he could even get a word in, you started.
âLook, I know I messed up your pole. I know you wonât believe me, but it wasnât intentional. I really thought there was no one doing fast laps on the track, I thought everyone was either still doing out laps or in the pits, so when you-â
âCalm down, breathe,â he interrupted you, âIâm not here to fight.â
âNo?â You frowned, confused with the kindness in his eyes.
âWe know youâre going through something, and Iâm sure Iâm the last person you want to hear this from, but youâre not alone. And you should really consider talking with someone on the grid. Theyâre all- weâre all worried about you.â
The words felt alien coming from his mouth, but the gentleness was so comforting you felt a lump in your throat.
âWhy do you think Iâm not ok?â You muttered trying to sound confident, but your voice failed, betraying you.
âYouâre skinny and you look sleep deprived for a few weeks now,â Charles said directly.
âDamn, thanks.â
âI donât mean it like that, you know it,â he paused, putting both hands on his pockets, âhave you been eating?â Your lack of response made him press further, âhave you eaten today?â
You pressed your lips together, not wanting to answer that.
âLetâs go, Iâll drive you to the hotel, weâll stop on the way to grab some food,â Charles gestured to his car, a few meters away. You stood there, shocked as he started walking away, then he stopped looking over his shoulder, âcome on, I donât have all the time in the world.â
As you sat in his Ferrari, Charles put music on and you didnât do much talking, but it was tranquil. He called the restaurant to order take out on the way, and 30 minutes later he dropped you off at the hotel with a bag full of food.
âThank you, Charles.â You whispered before leaving the car.
You ate the food while on a video call with your mom.
You recovered well during the race, finishing P2, behind Max and ahead of Charles.
Your mom passed away a few days after the Japanese Grand Prix, the one you had won and dedicated it to her from the top step of the podium, even if she wasnât there, just watching from home. You went home and stayed with her, holding her hands and hugging her as much as you could.
Some part of you knew she was somehow fighting, because she had promised you the year before she would be there when you became world champion. You could see she was hoping to make it to the end of the season, but you also knew she wouldnât, and you rather she didnât have to endure any more pain just for your sake.
âYou donât need to fight anymore, ma,â you whispered before she went to sleep, âyou raised a strong woman, too. I will see you on the other side, ok? You can rest now, I love you.â
âIâm so proud of you, honey. I love you to the moon and back.â
You made it through her small funeral, following what she had written down before passing. An intimate funeral, full of flowers and a toast to her life. You cried the whole time, with Kimi and Minttu taking turns at comforting you as they could. Coming back to an empty home smelling of cleaning products made you almost lose your mind, and the sight of you in such despair was enough for Kimi to convince you to stay with them until you had to travel for the next race, in almost seven days.
The days passed in a crying blur, you let part of your team know about your momâs passing. Only Amanda, Jace and your Principal. Jace tried to convince you to take a break and not go to the next race in Austin, but you quickly shut it off. Not only because racing was the one thing keeping you sane amidst the chaos, but because you were so close to the championship, and it was still close competition with Max and Charles, so you couldnât afford to lose a race and the points that could come with it.
You had to honor your mom in some way.
Thatâs how you ended up on a plane to Austin with Kimi and Amanda. You knew Kimi had convinced you to let him go because he was sure youâd have a mental breakdown anytime along the weekend, but deep down you appreciated the company. Arriving there, Jace was the first to hug you and whisper his condolences, as well as your TP too.
You survived the entire weekend without breaking down crying in public, but that was your worst race in a few months, the first time out of a podium since Spa. You ended up P5, which luckily wasnât too bad because Max finished P4 which you were grateful for as he was the one who was P2 in the driverâs championship close behind you.
After that week, you packed your stuff and moved to the new condo in Monaco you had bought during summer break. Despite loving your mom to pieces, you couldnât manage to live alone in the house you bought for her a couple of years before, it was lonely and it hit you with overwhelming waves of sadness all the time. You distracted yourself a lot with buying furniture and decorations for the new place, and discovering Monte Carlo in a whole new way. The one comfort in all that, was knowing your mom wasnât suffering anymore.
Then you went straight to Mexico for the next Grand Prix, this time, Kimi left you because he had to come home to Minttu and the kids. Amanda had been such a support for you, that you knew you had to give her something special for the holidays, out of gratitude.
Everything was going as expected until the press conference. You were there with Charles, Max, Sebastian and Lando. You suspected they were putting you always in the same group as Max and Charles because, as the season nearing the end, only three races left, they were your close competition.
While someone asked something of Charles, you were whispering with Sebastian, chatting about Mexican foods you wanted to try after the race. Then, something bizarre happened, and phones started to ping all around the room, between reporters, cameras and everyone else started checking their phones. It seemed like something out of a black mirror nightmare.
You reached for your phone but then remembered you left it to charge in your room.
âThis question is for Y/N,â a reporter asked, reading something from his phone, âthereâs a new article that just came out saying your mom passed away a couple of weeks ago, is that true?â
Your blood ran cold, and every sound felt like it was muted inside the room. Wide eyed, you searched for Amanda, who was somewhere on the opposite side of the room, and when you found her, she was pale. Then, there was a cacophony of voices and cameras and questions, that made you suddenly overwhelmed.
Swallowing, trying to reassess, you found Sebastian already standing, holding your shoulders. Looking around you noticed how the other three drivers had stood up, making some sort of shield around you, protecting you from the cameras and reporters swarming around.Â
âWe can go, ok? Come on,â Sebastian was saying when Amanda caught up to you, leaning beside Sebastian.
âWe can leave, right now,â she said, holding your hand.
Still a little confused, you nodded and let them both guide you back to your room.
âIâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry for your loss,â Sebastian hugged you, running his hands on your back for comfort.
âHow- how did they find out?â You ask Amanda.
âAn article came out, Iâm not sure. Someone was probably digging into your life, but donât worry, I put the team on it already.â
âHow do- how we diffuse this? How do we proceed? We need to address this, right?â You started blabbering, trying to wrap your head around everything.
âThat was very disrespectful of them to ask like that!â Sebastian exclaimed, making you two jolt.
âWeâll do whatever youâre comfortable with. Do you want me to release a note asking for privacy?â Amanda suggested.
âCan I write something and then run it by you?â You asked, she only nodded.
After a moment, both Amanda and Seb left you alone as you typed a note on your phone. You rewrote and deleted a few times before settling on something heartfelt and respectful but also, calling out the invasion of privacy.
My mom passed away a few days ago after battling with cancer for the past few months.
She had requested of me to keep it a secret until after the season was over, so I could mourn her without the weight of racing over my shoulders.Â
But obviously someone went digging and disrespected not only one of her last wishes but also disrespected my grief and my right to privacy. I love my mom but Iâll not be answering any more questions about her illness or death, please respect me and respect her memory.
All the love, Y/N
Nobody asked anything over the weekend, but again, it felt like everyone was tiptoeing around you. As soon as you first saw Nano the next day, he held you tight for almost a minute whispering his condolences, and it made you almost cry again. Lewis also spared you a hug, saying if you ever needed anything, to contact him.
You survived that weekend, and decided to go straight to Brazil for the next GP instead of going back to Monaco. In SĂŁo Paulo you mostly slept your worries and fears away. You had promised yourself to try and focus on the season only, to make your dream come true, to fulfill your momâs promise in some way.
With Ferrariâs bad strategy in Mexico, they had ruined Charlesâ chance at the championship. Now your only competition was Max and the Red Bull rocketship.
You rewatched the race a couple of times as you usually did, to try and catch any mistakes you or your team may have made, to fix it for the next one. But also to try and notice any weaknesses of your rivals, if it was something you could use in your own favor.
You noticed right away in the FP1 that your car wasnât adhering to the track, you were losing balance and needed more force than usual to keep yourself in place. By FP2, you managed to control your car better, but that caused your tyres to wear off way more quickly.
Quali was one of the shittiest youâve ever done in your career, taking you out in Q2 for the first time that year, placing you for a start at P12.
âListen, weâll do better tomorrow, ok?â Jace told you as soon as you entered the garage, seeing Max still out with a shot at pole position.
âGive me a few minutes to unwind, please,â you asked, dropping your helmet, balaclava and gloves at a nearby table.
You went straight to your room, searching for your phone. Immediately calling Kimi, you waited for him to pick up.
âI watched it,â he said first and foremost.
âIf I do bad in the race tomorrow, and Max does well, then Iâm gonna lose the championship, Kimi,â saying that out loud made you shiver in horror, âFUCK!â You screamed, kicking a chair.
âFirst of all, even if you did bad tomorrow, youâd still have a chance to fight for the championship in Abu Dhabi. You know that,â Kimi warned you as if he was scolding a little kid, âsecond of all, I never taught you this loser mindset. Youâll have to find a way to work around the problems in your car tomorrow.â
âShit, Iâm so fucked! How? How could I even-â
âRemember when I first met you? Your kart was with almost this same problem, yeah? Remember you got P2? You went ahead and fixed it. Thatâs what I need you to do tomorrow, donât focus on what you canât do, only focus on what you can do.â
âIâll try my best.â
âNo trying. Do it.â
After spending the entire night crafting plan A, B, C and Z with you strategists and engineers, you barely got any sleep, but you forced yourself to rest. In the morning, you went to the track early to meet with your team again, to run your strategies one more time, when you had an idea. Youâd still follow the plans you had carefully crafted with the team, but you decided to make a Plan Star, as you had called. Interlagos didnât have any safety car in the last two years, so it was dangerous to fully count on one. But your plan star consisted in the case of a safety car in this one specific window of laps, youâd go to the pits for hards, counting on everyone else being on old softs or mediums at that specific point in the race. But for it to work, you had to be the first of the front field to go in.
As the lights went out and you accelerated, you got already three positions up, landing in P9, and luckily, the points zone. Jace was worried in your ears, talking about the car and the tyres management. With controlled calm and Kimiâs voice in your head, you managed a few more positions in the first 14 laps, landing P7. You lost a bit of time there, since Nando was P6 and everyone knew how tough it always is to overtake him. But you eventually managed to get the position. Unfortunately, it was the moment you had to go to your first pitstop. Due to the problems in your car wearing off your tyres, you would have to go for a two-stop, which ended up costing you three positions again. But you were patient and you were rewarded when the other cars had to pit, which gave you back the four places you had lost.
The race you went on and you barely moved up or down from your P5, but you managed to concentrate.
Jace, on the other hand was sounding more and more worried about your second pit stop, about the difficulty in get closer to P4, about the P6 trying to enter DRS zone behind you, with your tyres wearing off, with the-
âJace, I love you but please shut the fuck up, I know what to do,â you were praying for a miracle when suddenly, there was a yellow flag, and the safety car went out during the perfect window of laps, âfuck, Jace, this is plan star.â
âCopy,â he paused, his voice sounding secure, âBox, box.â
You changed into hards, no one else went to the pits, and the race restarted after three more laps. The safety car had closed the gap between you and the P4, which made you overtake him easily.
Jace was still keeping quiet to help your concentration, he only interrupted to warn you about overheating your tyres, and your velocity per lap compared to the next position. You started overtaking like a madwoman as much as your tyres allowed.
âThatâs P1, Lioness,â Jace told you.
âCopy that.â You said with your voice shaken.
As you managed your P1, you went back to be aware of your surroundings, seeing a Red Bull right behind you, trying to overtake but you managed to hold position.
When you took the checkered flag, you sighed with relief, Kimi was right.
âCongratulations, Y/N! Thatâs a brilliant, brilliant win!â Jaceâs voice was sounding shaken too.
âYouâre crying, Jace?â You laughed softly.
âItâs an honor to tell you that you, Y/N Y/L/N, are a Formula 1 world champion!â Jace shouts, and behind him you can hear more people screaming.
âWhat? Jace youâre fucking with me!â
âNo, Lioness, youâre the 2022 champion of the world!â
âBut- but how? Thereâs one race left? And Max was right behind me!â
âNo, Verstappen DNFed during that one yellow flag. Behind you was Perez.â
You made the calculations quickly in your head. Max was P2 in the championship, but this DNF meant no points, and even if he managed to win the last race in Abu Dhabi, he wouldnât be able to equal you in points. So-
âOH MY GOD, oh my god!â You screamed your lungs out, feeling the tears streaming down into your balaclava, âFuck yes! Iâm Formula 1 World Champion! Thank you, thank you so much guys! Jace, holy shit, Iâm the champion!â
âYouâre the champion!â Jace confirmed.
You felt joy in a way you hadnât felt in a long, long time, as you stopped your car on the number one spot. Still a little dizzy from the thrill, you left the car, going straight to your team, heavily waiting for you. They all hugged you, hitting your helmet, saying congratulations and everything. You took a moment to hug Jace and Amanda, who had been of great support throughout the year.
After getting weighted and being congratulated by the other two on the podium, Perez and Hamilton, the latter hugging you tight as he took you off the floor, you drank water as you waited for the post race interview with Nico Rosberg.
You were giddy, barely holding yourself together with how happy you were feeling, how you wanted to hold the trophy, how grateful you were and more importantly, how you felt a great weight being lifted off your shoulders.
âY/N, congratulations on becoming a World Champion! I have to say, as a girl dad, it is great to see you become the first woman ever to win this title. How do you feel? What do you want to say?â Nico offered, with a kind smile.
âTo be honest, I can barely contain myself. Itâs such an honor to be here and be the world champion. I look at the past and see my younger self who never thought would make it to Formula 1. Itâs such a dream come true, after this yearâs hardships, Iâm glad to achieve the greatest dream of them all!â You said, kinda quickly, rambling as you tried to put into words all the emotions mixed with the happiness, âIâm sorry, I know Iâm taking up all your time, I just want to dedicated this win, and this championship to three people who saved my life: Kimi, thank you for being the salvation of my career when we first met; And my mom, whoâs not here anymore, thank you for being the light in my darkest days. And lastly, I want to thank myself for working my ass off and never giving up.â
You muttered a thank you as Nico only laughed at your rambling. Before you moved to the cooldown, you grabbed the mic back again.
âMay I add one last thing?â You asked for Nico, who only nodded, pointing to the camera again, âThis is to my father: I made it, you asshole.â
You wanted to send the middle finger too, but you knew you couldnât because of the FIAâs guidelines, and you were already risking a penalty for cursing on live TV. In the cooldown room, you sat beside Lewis, watching a few highlights of the race on the screen. It showed a couple of your overtakes.
âDamn, you overtook like crazy,â Lewis muttered, seemingly amazed.
âI pulled a Lewis Hamilton in Interlagos last year,â you joked, and he laughed.
That podium felt like the culmination of everything you had worked for your whole life, felt like recovering your love for the sport for what it was, for the fast cars and the adrenaline. Being on that podium in Brazil as a World Champion shifted something inside you forever. During your anthem, you laughed, and when you got the trophy, you cried, pointing the trophy to the sunny sky with a silent prayer to your mom. You barely noticed, but you felt the champagne raining on you, and opened your arms to shower in it. Putting the trophy down, you splashed the other bottle, laughing and wetting everyone that was close to you, Lewis, Checo, Jace, who had gone up representing the team.
When the celebration ended, you stayed behind a little more, watching the crowd from the podium, and they started chanting. It took you a few seconds to realize they were chanting your name.
You raised your trophy at them, and they cheered even louder. Then you pointed it to the sky again.
âLook, ma, I made itâ you whispered to yourself, feeling the tears streaming down your face.
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Mattsun finally confessing to their oblivious manager pls? đ„șđ€Č sheâs the type to have flirtatious advances fly over her head and Mattsunâs not really good with words (itâs his very first confession. Heâs nervous. Makki teasing him about it isnât helping.)
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Matsukawa Issei was about to lose his mind. The only good thing about flirtatious advances flying right over your head like the wind was that at least you didnât entertain any other guys who approached you either.
âYou look good today.â
âI am feeling rather great, the sun shining always makes me feel revitalised.â
And Mattsun would watch with a little smirk from the sideline as you moved on to fill up water bottles as if his advances didnât go just about the same way.
Well⊠except for the fact that they could hardly be called advances when he had no idea how to talk to you.
He would typically come over right as you filled the last bottle to carry the baskets for you, and when you thanked him with that pretty smile, all he could say was âHeh pfft yes. Youâre welcome.â
As Makki snickered from the entrance to the gym, Mattsun felt like this might be a mission impossible even Tom Cruise couldnât handle.
âMattsun, y/n, go get the net, please!â Oikawa ordered, turning to Iwaizumi with a not-so-subtle wink.
âOn it!â you yelled back, jogging over to the adjacent equipment room with Mattsun in tow, who was glaring over his shoulder at his friends.
You picked up the net, making an annoyed sound when a thread had gotten stuck on a hook that was a bit too high up. âCould you get that?â you asked. Issei cleared his throat, which made you take half a step back.
He leaned over you and tugged it loose, letting it fall into your arms. Now that he was standing so close, he gulped, looking at you with parted lips as if even he was wondering if any words would leave him. âUh⊠good?â he stuttered, lifting a hand to pat the net.
âExcellent,â you emphasised, glancing out into the gym and then back to Mattsun. âShould we go?â
As he moved just a bit to the side, you slipped past him and scattered away, hoping he couldnât hear the loud beating of your heart.
Youâre walking to the gym in the wintertime, Iwa, Oikawa and Makki walking in front of you and Mattsun beside you, the cold biting at any exposed skin as you moved from your last lecture to the gym for practice. While thinking about something you needed to remember for that class, you started fiddling with your hands in thought, and Mattsun noticed.
âYour hands look cold,â he said, pulling the hand closest to you out of his pocket but not saying anything further.
You looked up at him and tilted your head before looking back at your hands. âOh? Donât worry, theyâre not.â
He grumbled something along the lines of âgreatâ while watching Makki snicker in front of him, taking mental note of where his next serve would hit. The hand was quickly tucked back in his pocket like nothing happened.
It wasnât until after the last tournament in their third year that Matsukawa finally decided to go for it. Heâd watched his friends break down crying after their devastating loss and he couldnât help how his heart softened while watching you frantically pull tissues out of a box to dry their tears.
As you checked behind you that no player was left behind, a hand touched your shoulder and slid under the strap of the equipment bag. You didnât startle, seeing it was Mattsun. âItâs not heavy, you know I can get it,â you said with a knowing smile but didnât make any effort to take the bag back.
âMakes me feel cool, let me have this,â he joked, and it made the two of you chuckle under your breaths as you left the gym. Having a good cry loosened up his nerves, he supposed. Walking out was bittersweet, wanting to enjoy the last bit of energy from the game while the weight of the loss sat heavily on his shoulders. You couldnât imagine how they felt, but Matsukawa wanted you to at least know how he felt. âI like you.â
You nodded and kept walking, smiling at the tall guy by your side. âI like you too, you know that.â
He huffed, smiling affectionately but still in disbelief. âNo, I like you.â
Your legs stopped moving gradually, grabbing his hand loosely as you stopped. He turned to you with an unsure grimace and you tilted your head. âWhy didnât you say so?â
âBelieve me, I tried.â
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Ohhh pookie i meant to say like they get mad (maybe yell) at her and she starts crying and starts ignoring them for a week i love angst BOOKIE đ©đđŁïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâââââŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
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not u putting Mahito up there looking SO YUMMY (pls. i know hes an asshole but he's my guilty pleasure)
anyway, I love this kinda angst, and I've already written a kinda-adjacent smau, so...here's a drabble instead!
JJK guys arguing with you when you tell them you crashed their car
Gojo is pissed. He runs his hand through his hair, and not even his blindfold can protect you from the seething glare he shoots your way.
"You what?!"
You try to explain it away-it was an accident, you didn't mean to, it won't happen again! But you know that though the guy has a dozen different sports cars, the one you borrowed was his prized possession, one he only let you drive because it's you, and well, you're his other most prized possession, in a way.
You expected him to be irritated, to maybe say a word too many while fueled with anger.
What you didn't expect was the yelling. The cussing, all of it reaching a deafening crescendo when he, exasperated, huffs out;
"God, can't you do anything right?"
It felt like the world came crashing down on you, tears welling up in your eyes before you even realized it. Satoru saw that, of course he did, his anger that was boiling and spilling over now freezing cold, his hands reaching out towards you, hovering at your sides.
"Wait I don't-I mean I didn't mean it like that-"
But it's too late, as you shy away from him, wiping tears with closed fists.
He's never been good at comforting you, never knows what to say...he can usually take your mind off of whatever upset you with silly jokes and his trademark humor, but what can he do when he's the cause of it? He simply doesn't know. So he pulls away, lets his hands drop to his sides, mad at you partly, yes, but most of all mad at himself for taking a petty argument too far.
He doesn't talk to you for days. Grabs his pillow and heads to the spare bedroom before you can even suggest doing so yourself, will use the excuse of missions to stay away from you, anything he can do to give you space. He doesn't know how to fix this, you've always been the one urging him to talk about his feelings in this relationship, to stop repressing all he has to say, but without your guidance he's just a lost boy, hurt and uncertain.
He doesn't know what to do-so he does what he does best. Repress, and suppress. Even if the guilt eats him up from the inside.
Geto doesn't say anything at first. He looks to the scratch on his car, arms crossed over his chest, as you helplessly try to explain how it happened, standing right beside him with a pleading look.
He only listens to you half-heartedly, for the most part lost in his own mind, trying to repress the anger threatening to push out of his chest, red and bubbling up to his neck like a witch's cauldron over heat. He knows how scary he can be when he's mad, and as upset as he is with you, the last thing he wants to do is scare you.
"Suguru please...talk to me?" you ask him, meek and quiet and all he can do is offer you a side-eyed glare, expression icy cold.
He doesn't say anything-instead turns and walks away, leaving you to stand there by yourself, tearing up at the thought of him leaving over this. He didn't say a word, nothing-does he just not care enough to argue with you? Was this the final straw in a long list of stupid arguments you've been having lately?
For a week, he barely talks to you. There's nothing but silence between you when you're both at home, though that's a rare occurrence in itself, most of his time spent outside the house-presumably to stay away from you. You buy paint to fix the scratch on the car, only to find out he's already gotten it fixed, without telling you.
For a couple nights you slept in the same bed, backs turned to each other, even if it got uncomfortable, even if your whole body itched with the need to turn around and bury your face against his chest.
He thought he was protecting you by acting this way-he had no clue it'd drive a wedge even further into your relationship.
The third day you got out of bed when you thought he was asleep, grabbed your pillow and a blanket and slept on the couch. Yet somehow in the morning, you woke up in bed again. This kept happening for a few days, though neither of you ever brought it up.
Suguru wanted to talk to you, fix things-he wanted to so bad, but the thought of you potentially looking to him with disdain, or even worse-with fear in your eyes, was too much for him to bear. So he stayed away. He'll continue to do so, unless you make the first move.
Nanami sighs, rubs the bridge of his nose-like a father tired of having to scold his child. And he plays the part, makes you feel so small as he chastises you over the mishap, his tone never rising, not really, though irritation quite clearly seeps into his voice.
"Kento, I know I made a mistake-" you start, trying to show him your point of view, but he quickly shuts you down with an annoyed glare.
"A mistake would be one thing. This is just plain stupid."
And you feel your very heart clam up, seeing the man you love assess you so coolly. He doesn't say much else after that, merely that 'he'll get it fixed' before getting up, leaving you alone in the living room, your knuckles turning white with the way you dug your fingers onto your lap to keep from screaming.
He's not exactly...distant, but he's definitely colder in the upcoming days. Nanami's never been a fan of PDA, so on the surface, things look relatively normal. But at home? He avoids your touch expertly, like he would when maneuvering away from a cursed spirit's attack, he sleeps on the very edge of the bed-yet stubbornly continues to sleep in the same bed as you, toying between the lines of anger and care that has you pulling at your own hair.
You'd think he'd be more mature-he has that vibe about him, is always so responsible. And yet he never knows how to handle his own emotions, especially not when it comes to you. He'll have dinner ready for you on the kitchen counter when you get home from work, yet he won't take a seat and eat with you like he usually would. He'll do the laundry when it's his turn to do so, expertly fold it and store your clothes at their exact usual place, yet won't have a single conversation with you on the matter. He's the best roommate you could have-but as a boyfriend, that's a whole other story.
You know he cares, deep down he still loves you...but he's stubborn, always has been, and won't breech the topic unless you do, first.
Toji is a dick.
He really is. He lent you his car, the best up, old Honda Civic with the rearview mirror missing, the one he's crashed about a dozen times. Yet when you 'fess up to him that you scratched it, he gets so mean.
"You're a dumbass, don't you know how to fuckin' drive?!" he yells, and yells, and yells. Even with tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, he doesn't stop, keeps at it-until he raises a hand to emphasize his point, and you flinch.
He knows he's an asshole. He does, but for you to think he could ever hurt you...he freezes, arm slowly dropping back down, finally quiet.
Toji doesn't know how to apologize. He's never had to before, more used to leaving a difficult situation than bother facing it. But he doesn't want to leave this, leave you-so he stays there, a long moment, noticing the tears in your eyes, the way you avoid his gaze.
He doesn't know why he acts this way, he fucking wishes he did. He knows he loves you, knows he cares so, so much, so why? Why does he act like a feral dog, when he wants you to be his leash so badly?
You're the one that walks away first, turning your back as you exit the room, slamming the door behind you. And for his part, he lets you, afraid he'd bare his fangs and bite if he followed you, even if he doesn't want to. He's left every good thing he ever found in his life, knowing that if he'd stay he'd mess it up, break it beyond repair.
God, he hopes so desperately he didn't ruin you, too. Perhaps he should leave. Before it's too late.
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The Weekend | Eren x Chubby!Reader
Summary; Eren and Mikasa have been âdatingâ and while reader originally had no interest in him, the way Mikasaâs been acting sure does make him look more appealing ;)
Warnings; Smut, âcheatingâ(theyâre not explicitly boyfriend and girlfriend), College AU! P in V, cunnilingus, cum eating, slight breeding kink, Mikasa and Historia are pick meâs and terrible friends lol. Loosely based on the song by SZA(might make a part 2 idkk, not proofread) PART 2
It was a bit difficult making friends at your University. For the most part, everyone had their set friend group so you knew it wouldnât be easy finding people to hang out with during this new semester.Â
Thatâs why you were glad to meet Mikasa and Historia.Â
They were both in your Sociology class at Eldia University and they were having a bit of trouble when you offered help. They were nice, though they could be a bit catty. They introduced you to their other friends so you thought they were nice enough, but you noticed a change when they were around the guys.Â
They would make offhand comments about your figure, your outfits, sometimes your attitude. It was off putting, to put it lightly. So, youâre thicker than the two of them, so what? It shouldnât affect them. And while they may be comfortable suffering in silence, you were definitely going to speak up when you felt like it.
You were certain it was jealousy. The way they spluttered when you asked them to elaborate, the way they flustered when you mentioned that maybe they just couldnât pull off plus-sized the way you could, had you feeling vindicated. And the way the boys always seemed to laugh at your jokes had them blatantly envious.
It was a bit pathetic to witness sometimes, the way guys would defend you from their âplayful jabsâ had thinly veiled sneers etching onto their faces.
â â
It was clear to everyone Mikasa had a thing for Eren and while you thought he was attractive, you could see him being more suited for her. And if the way he casually draped his arm around her shoulder meant anything, youâd say he thought the same. You were sure that she was his type, so she didnât have anything to worry about.
Thatâs why it was such a shock when Historia told you sheâd slept with him.
âI mean, if he really wanted her, theyâd be together already, yâknow.â She casually dropped the bomb when it was just the two of you. She was so blasĂ© about it, applying her lipgloss as she made you promise not to say anything, throwing in a thinly veiled threat, âI mean, itâs not like anyone would believe you anyway. Plus, you donât want to be by yourself, right?âÂ
It wasnât so much the threat that made you keep your mouth closed, honestly, you had more morals than that, it was more so Mikasaâs attitude toward the hypothetical.
Throughout your entire âfriendshipâ with the two girls, theyâd always seen you as a non-factor. When youâd go to parties, theyâd flirt with whomever showed even the slightest bit of interest in you and whenever youâd bring it up, theyâd just gaslight you. âIf he was really interested, then he wouldnât have gotten distracted, would he?â And for the longest time, you had explained away their behavior because, yeah, you donât want a guy thatâll easily stray, but, fuck. If it didnât piss you off.
Youâd originally wanted to tell her in a roundabout way, asking how she would feel if one of her friends were interested in Eren. Her answer, however, caused an unfamiliar feeling in your stomach. âLike who? Historia doesnât see him like that and no offense, but you know Eren wouldnât like someone like you.â That got you to thinking.
They think Iâm a joke.
You wanted to tell Mikasa. You wanted to tell her when she spent nights crying to you and Historia about how Eren doesnât open up to her anymore, how she felt he was slipping away.
You wanted to tell her what Eren really thought of her. The way he spent some nights ranting about how he felt obligated to date her, that sometimes he thinks of her as a fucking nuisance, like a snake that keeps coiling around his neck, suffocating. The times heâd wished sheâd just take a fucking hint and get that he didnât see a future with her.
You wanted to tell her about all the times Eren flirted with you, told you not to listen to any of her comments because, yeah, she could never pull off looking as good as you do. The times when heâd purposefully walk behind you, gripping at your soft waist and brushing his clothed cock against your ass, making sure you can really feel the length of him.
You wanted to tell her that even though she might be âdatingâ him, he was always coming back to your dorm late at night, hiking up his shirt around your waist and pressing his face into your chubby pussy, tonguing at your walls and pulling wave after wave of pleasure from you. That even though Historia may have had him that one time, heâs with you damn near every weekend, playing house.
â â
Youâre on all fours, your back arched perfectly to make the glide of Erenâs cock in your sopping cunt that much easier. âFuck, baby. Youâre gânna make me cum.â He grits out, teeth clenched. Youâre squeezing him like a vice, your pussy creaming around his dick so deliciously he can taste the orgasm on his tongue.
Heâll never get tired of this, heâll never get over how perfect your pussy molds for his cock, the velvety feeling of your cunt clenching around him. Heâs panting, sweat dripping from his forehead before landing on the deep arch in your back, trickling down. Fuck, he just wants to devour you all over again.
ââRen, gânna cum.â You moan for him, fuck, your voice is so fucking cute, the way your voice gets all high and whiny, has his cock throbbing inside you. âCum fâme, pretty. Make a mess fâme.â He groans out.Â
Itâs embarrassing, the way your pussy squelches as he fucks into you. He fashions your hair into a makeshift ponytail before pulling, bringing your back flush against his chest. His hands are everywhere, groping and pawing at your soft flesh.Â
He picks up the tempo of his thrusts, cock slamming into your warm, gushy center. Heâs whining in your ear about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him, but itâs not until you hear him mumble about fucking a baby into you that you cum around his cock for the nth time that day. Your orgasm triggers his and before long his cock is pulsing as he fills you full of him.
Youâre both panting as you slowly come down from your highs, Eren slowly removing his cock from your abused cunt and the sight of your poor battered pussy has Eren feeling a bit.. peckish.
Youâre too busy catching your breath to notice Eren kissing along your spent body, only letting out a surprised yelp when you feel his hands spreading your cheeks and licking a bold stripe up your center.Â
You gasp as he eats you out like a man starved, slurping up your combined essence before sucking on your clit. His hands grope the flesh of your ass, occasionally leaving a bruising spank to each side.Â
Heâs practically making out your cunt, tonguing at the soft flesh and pressing wet kisses to your clit before lapping at the bundle of nerves.
It doesnât take long before another orgasm washes over you, soaking Erenâs face in your arousal. When he finally comes up for air, heâs pulling you into a wet kiss, the taste of you dancing on his tongue.
He pulls back slightly, pressing a quick peck to your cheek before getting up, moving to get the necessary items for aftercare. He cleans you up, dresses you in one of his favorite shirts and slides on a pair of boxers for himself before sidling next to you. He pulls you flush against his chest, pressing sweet kisses to your forehead as he traces shapes down your back.
This is why you always feel slightly bad for Mikasa. You know she craves for this level of intimacy with Eren and you know that her heart will break when he breaks the news of your relationship to her on Monday.
*sigh* If only she didnât feel like a 9-5.
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first time || n.l.
warnings: smut!
neville and y/n had been dating for about a year at that point, nothing crazy. theyâd shared little kisses and hugs, maybe a tiny make out sesh a couple times. the little bit of tongue, heavy breathing kind that every guy dreamed about having with his crush.
but she wasnât his crush. she was his girlfriend. he loved her. and she loved him. it was simple like that. theyâd never tried anything further than kissing because they didnât need to.
neville tried to be the respectful gentleman y/n deserved, but a nagging problem was starting to arise.
every time they kissed for longer than three seconds, shared a close hug(the kind that had her boobs pressed against his chest), or even if y/n cracked a dirty joke to pull a laugh out from their friends, he had a boner. it was hard to hide and hard to make it go away. neville was a virgin and had no clue what to do.
and then there were the dreams. dreams about his girlfriend. dreams where she was kissing him, touching him, speaking to him in a hushed whisper, neville we have to be quiet. neville weâre gonna be caught. neville do you want me? neville wake up.
and wake up he would. every morning. sometimes heâd wake up to a tent in his pants. other times it would be a sticky mess he had to clean before starting the day.
worst of all was the guilt. godric, the guilt. thinking all of these foul things about someone who had no part in causing it felt criminal. it made him feel gross and pervy. he knew he had to tell you.
âââââââ-
âuh.. y/n?â he forced out. âi..uh. i have to tell you something,â
this was it. the moment she would dump him. poor little neville who had finally gotten a girlfriend was going to be dumped. his heart was racing, palms clammy and shiny with sweat.
y/n followed him into his dorm, taking a seat on the bed like he gestured her to do. she was confused. so confused. was he gonna dump her, did he cheat?
âso what was it you wanted to tell me?â y/n asked, eyes glued to her feet.
âwell,â neville started. âiâve, iâve been having these thoughts. and theyâre gross and about you. and i dunno, i just had to tell you because ikeephavingdirtydreamsaboutyouandimsorry,â
âwhat?â
neville looked at the girl in confusion. like she couldnât have possibly not heard him and he didnât wanna say it again.
âi keep having dirty dreams about you. and im sorry,â he repeated.
a sharp silence overtook the room. she hated him now. she had to. he had confessed his disgusting thoughts to her. he was done for. would she tell a Professor? Snape or McGonagall maybe? would he be expelled for repulsive behavior? or would he just be laughed at by all her friends?
a painful minute of silence rushed through the room, ended only by a sharp cry of laughter. she was laughing! neville didnât know if that was a good or bad thing but he soon joined in and began chuckling himself.
âoh my god,â y/n started. âi canât breathe! i cant, i cant,â
after a good four or five minutes y/n finally looked up from her laughing position and looked at her boyfriend. âthatâs normal, nev,â she said.
âwhat?â neville squeezed out.
âto have dreams like that, itâs normal. iâd be concerned if you didnât have those dreams,â
neville was very confused to say the least. his thoughts were gross⊠and here she was saying itâs okay.
âand like,â neville started, âevery time we like, kiss and stuff, i get a- erm..â
âa what, love?â
neville vaguely gestured to his crotch, hoping sheâd get what he meant.
âohhhhhh. yeah⊠thatâs normal too i think,âshe said. neville was relieved to say the least.
it was nearing dinner time, and y/n had promised to sit with hermione and ginny during the meal. she pecked neville on the cheek and started towards the door. she was almost out when she heard a soft voice call out to her.
ây/n?â
âyeah, baby?â
âcould you⊠maybe stay?â
#harry potter#neville longbottom#neville longbottom x reader#neville longbottom fluff#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#neville longbottom fic#neville longbottom imagine#writing#neville longbottom smut
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That time I got reincarnated as an Aeon
(Series)
Chapter three: A shitshow and a happy ending (alternatively, Delia goes out and buys milk)
Chapter warnings: Attempted genocide, thereâs murder, and heavy implications of violent events.
You hoped your skittishness had gotten the message through. If not, the Avgin were fucked big time.
And they were.
You had made a mistake, and it cost you the life of a young boyâs mother.
It was a miscalculation on your part, because how could you not have realized that Kakavashaâs mother was alive in the date you assumed she wouldnât be?
You shouldnât have let her go out there to get food as you entertained her children.
It was too late to regret things, youâd have to think now.
It was rather awkward to tell stories of hope to the children who knew another one of their people had just gotten murdered, but you tried anyways, to give them hope that they can be free from living a life they didnât deserve. Looking at their innocent little faces made you want to cry almostâ you refrained from doing so.
Hundred of hours passed by, and all itâs for is a dreaded countdown to a festival and a boyâs birthday.
You had heard a discussion outside, something about the IPC again. You scowled, snorting as you knew those cowards wouldnât do jack shit for the Avgins.
Because why would they? Your feelings towards them continued to grow sour, and you had half the mind to ask Qlipoth if you could eat some of their peopleâ surely, by the amount of planets that corporation have consumed they wouldnât mind losing a few of their own.
The violent thoughts were shoved to the back burner as you instead focused on the upcoming days. Thereâs the telltale sign of rain, the heavy smell of it lingering in the air as you knew something bad was going to happen.
âGood lord help me.â
You sighed, big and heavy as you prepared yourself for the shitshow about to unfold.
âââââââââ
And you were right.
Thankfully youâve managed to warn enough people that theyâd run before the Katicans got to them. If you had been a human now, this experience would possibly traumatize you forever.
This event was no joke and you were close to just taking out your disguise but realized itâd be dangerous for everyone if you outed yourself. So you opted for gathering enough people in your groupâ some of them held into the hope of the call for help they made to the IPC, but you resorted to shouting that the IPC wonât be coming for them.
The others, those that werenât in your group, had made it a point to scatter out into their own groups as well.
It had been particularly messy, but no one really fully objected to you once they came to the realization that there was no help coming for them at all. If you had been human, your head would have been utterly overwhelmed.
But you were an Aeon, and you were hell bent on saving at least a portion of these people if you couldnât make do for all of them.
It would have been easier if your true physical form could interact without causing accidental harm or even death, but you have to settle for your projection, and hopefully it would be enough.
Your hope came in the form of the same rangers youâve painstakingly summoned for weeks on end, Kakavasha being in the arms of Boothill himself. They made it just in time.
Things were taking a turn for the better.
There were casualties and quite plenty of them, but not in the numbers you remembered a lifetime ago.
There were more survivors than there were people killed, and while you knew their life wouldnât be very easy as you wished it would be, they were alive.
Kakavasha isnât alone anymore with his sister being alive.
It had taken some time for the news to cause an uproar; the discrimination wouldnât be easy to erase still, but the Avgin were at least free.
Kakavasha woke up to a new dawn of the day and found a small piece of aventurine in his fingers. There were small, wooden beads strung together that accompanied it and he squinted his eyes to read what was intricately carved on them.
There, it simply said âHappy birthdayâ.
You were there when he had read it, and even if you wanted to stay, you had other things to do.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead, and wished him a long, happy life.
âWhy does it feel like youâre saying goodbye?â He asked, his grip on the beads tightening as his brows furrowed in confusion.
âIâŠ.â You hesitantly began. âI have some things to do.â You said carefully. âYou remember Vertin, right?â
âOf course!â He nodded rapidly. âWait⊠will you.. be going out there on a journey like her too?â
âYes.â
âCan I come with you then?â
âNo, you canât.â
âBut why?â
âItâs dangerous to stick around me.â You told him. âYou donât want to be out there yet, youâre not ready.â
ââŠ..â Kakavashaâs lips trembled. âYouâll come back, right? The katicans wouldnât be around to kill us anymore⊠youâre safe like me! Y-you donât have to leave.â
âI know, but donât let your guard down okay?â You ruffled his hair. âWeâre safe, but we never know when thisâll last.â
âSo youâre really leaving?â Kakavasha sulked, his little body leaning on to you as if a plea for you to stay. âWhoâs going to tell me stories? Whoâs going to play games with me and lose all over again?â
You flicked him in the forehead for his last words. âHey, just because I constantly lose to you doesnât mean you can rub it all over me.â You teasingly scolded him, the young boy only laughed.
âDelia.â He called out to you, shifting so he could properly see you.
âYes?â
âSister said you were raised by the katicans.â He said. âAt least she said you were, I donât believe it though. You look like me, and youâre nice.â
âWell, donât let looks fool you.â You pinched his cheek affectionately and he let out a little giggle. âOh yeah, also you know that gentleman with sharp teeth who carried you yesterday?â
âMr. Boothill? Yeah I do, he speaks funny though.â You were tempted to tell this boy the poor cyborg just worked on a censor. âHe said something about a âmuddle fudger who scared everyone in my group shirtlessââŠ.. I think he was trying to say mother fuckeââ you coughed loudly as you covered his mouth.
âWhere did you learn that word?â You asked, Kakavasha blinked as you removed your hand from his mouth, before looking at you straight in the eye with a certainty only a child would have.
âFrom you.â
You sat there and stared at him awkwardly. âOh.â You let out not so gracefully.
He must have listened whenever you cursed under your breath.
âDonât say any of those curse words until youâre at least as old as your sister, okay? If you want to really curse out someone, then follow after Boothillâs example until youâre old enough, got it?â
âGot it.â
âGood, now go to your sister, she has something for you.â He did as you said, however, before leaving the little tent, he looked back at you.
âYouâll come back, right?â
âI will.â
And you never did.
âââââââââââ
While dipping like a cheating father on Christmas Eve was an asshole move, you knew some things were better off without you. You stirred Aventurine from a life he will never know, and for that you gave yourself a pat on the back all the while looking at the unfortunate rangers youâve accidentally terrorized.
Youâd have to apologize to them in some way, you thought to yourself as you saw the ever fading eye bags and the look of familiar terror in their eyes.
You couldnât offer these guys therapy, but you could offer them bounty money.
You pointedly ignore the spooked look on their faces as the intercom on them kept repeating the words âbounty completeâ as several notifications popped out of their phones.
Money was flooding into their account. Where thatâs coming from? Best you donât think of it much.
âI have a feeling itâs the shirtbag who sent us the SOS message that got us this.â Boothill grumbled. âWell Iâll be darned I guess. At least it was smart enough to get us to gather around that planet to stop some stupid shirt from going too far.â
âYou think it could be a follower of Lan too?â One of the rangers asked.
âNah, theyâd fire a shot if they were. That one straight up went for your mental healthâ but I can forgive that I think, we managed to protect folks and answer their cry for help.â One of them answered.
And with that, you were satisfied, turning your gaze away from them to come back to the express.
ââââââââââ
âBruh.â You grimaced as you were subjected to the weirdest taste of coffee youâve ever had in your entire life. It tasted like desolation brewed into an innocent little coffee cup.
Welt paid no attention to your suffering as you entertained Himekoâs whims, choosing to read a book instead with the broadcast as white noise.
One of Himekoâs coffees did taste good, but the majority of them tasted like they came out of Satanâs liver.
âOh, thereâs something new in the map.â Himeko said all of a sudden. âAn unclaimed territoryâŠâ She glanced at you, and you innocently ignored her pointed stare as the broadcast rang through the parlor.
Hearing the words of the news and looking at the new planetâ specifically Sigonia IV registered in the map of the star rail, she stared at you in semi disbelief.
âSo thatâs where youâve been.â She whispered, eyes wide in surprise.
âThe place didnât have an anchor, so I couldnât take you guys for an adventure with me.â Not that it was optimal for you to be taking them there anyway, it was better for the galaxy rangers to take over that role instead of the express.
Not because you didnât trust the two people here, but because you simply lacked manpower.
âBesides, it wasnât even fun.â You said. âThereâs no weird monsters that looked like they came out of godâs recycling bin in there. There were just⊠people.â You all left it at that.
It had taken you moments to speak again.
âAnyways, where to next?â
âââââââââââ
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV (HERE), Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIIIâŠ.
Jesus Christ this took a bit to cook. The jokes will properly return since the more serious end of the chapters is finished (there are going to be serious moments in the future).
I am on a roll and taking advantage of the creative juices before they run the fuck out.
#aeon reader#himeko x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#reader insert#welt yang x reader#yaoshi x reader#aventurine x reader#hsr aventurine#boothill x reader
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MR. FUNNY GUY â l.heeseung
PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, humor WC: 3.8k+
WARNINGS:Â a few swear words, mentions of alcohol. yeji, sunghoon's sister, is portrayed in this fic as being of age, because there is a part that insinuates that she has been drinking.
SYNOPSIS: why was it so important to heeseung that you laughed at his antics? you hadn't felt the need he had to make you smile, to be the reason for your smile. a ride home was all he needed to understand your motives and talk to you about them.
NOTES: this came to me as a totally random thought and made me want to write it, without pretension. yes, konon is written as jake's girlfriend just because i wanted something totally different, and i've never seen anyone put her as the girlfriend of any of the boys. idk, nothing special, hehehe. i hope you like it!
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Every group of friends consists of having outstanding personalities or a representative for each thing among them. Heeseung could be the personification of the funny kid.
He had always been in charge of making the best jokes and making everyone laugh ever since he met his friends at the end of high school and the beginning of university. With Heeseung around, it was as if there was no sadness at all.
Even his attitude was that of a big, awkward, funny guy, which gave him even more credit for his antics.Â
Heeseung was responsible for making Jake stop crying when he got his first low grade in calculus at university. Not even his girlfriend was able to cheer him up, but Heeseung trying to prepare a smoothie and forgot to close the lid of the blender, causing all the fruit and mixtures to fly around the kitchen... Oh, that got a good laugh out of Jake. And a few curses from Jay, for sure.
Heeseung was also responsible for making Sunghoon and Yeji cry with laughter a week after their puppy went missing. She was crying and he said he would help his friends find her, even if their hopes were slim. Heeseung did find her, but that didn't stop him from coming back all wet and with mud all over his shorts because the dog had wandered into a garden and he ran with his life to rescue her. Telling that story out loud made it all worthwhile in the end.
What Heeseung never managed was to get many smiles out of you, Yeji's best friend. It wasn't as if you and she joined Sunghoon's group of friends very often, but when you did, you were the only one who stayed quietly in the corner of the room and didn't crack a smile when he made a joke.
At first, it didn't make much difference to him, not least because you only appeared occasionally and Heeseung only found out about you sometime later. Because you really were so quiet that you seemed almost invisible. But as time went by and Yeji attended more and more of the boys' meetings â even more so after she and you made friends with Jake's girlfriend â Heeseung didn't want to admit it, but he started to feel a bit insulted.Â
Why weren't you laughing at his jokes? Why didn't you crack a single smile at his antics in front of his friends? You were supposed to hate him, in Heeseung's mind. That was the only explanation for why he never saw a single curved movement of your lips.
"Relax, man" Sunghoon said one night when the two of them were in the kitchen preparing the popcorn for the movie. "Yeji said that Y/n is like that, very closed," he took a larger bowl to pour the contents into, placing it next to another in case he needed a spare. "She took a while to open up to the girls, so maybe it's nothing personal."
So it would seem. Heeseung thought, rolling his eyes as he tried to forget about it and focus on the movie night they all had together.
A whole month passed and he tried not to focus on the thought that you didn't like him, because if that were the case, Heeseung would have gotten there first. He knew everyone there before you did, so if you didn't like him, you might as well not hang out with them anymore and just be friends with Yeji and Jake's girlfriend.
But no, that night what he wanted to happen happened. And without expecting much, without creating any expectations that you would smile at him.
"What are you three doing?" Sunghoon approached and ruffled Yeji's hair, hearing his little sister grumble and curse him for it.Â
"Trying to make sushi at home" she huffed "But Konon's the only one who can, and she gives the hardest tasks to me and Y/n to do."
"Come on, I think we're doing fine," you said, avoiding looking at Konon because you knew she was laughing at the two of you.
You held up a hot roll you had just rolled, hoping it wouldn't fall out of your hand and spill all the rice. Your eyes met Sunghoon's and then looked at Heeseung, who was standing in the kitchen doorway.
"You're doing a great job," Sunghoon complimented.
"Yeah, long and crooked... Looks like Sunghoon" Heeseung pointed to the hotroll in his hand, and he almost shouted when he heard the sound of your laughter.
It wasn't possible what Heeseung's eyes were seeing at that moment. You. Laughing and then smiling at him... Did that really happen?
Sunghoon abruptly turned to Heeseung as if he was thinking the same thing. Of course, he and the boys were the only ones to hear Heeseung's lament that you never smiled at anything he did. But now it had just happened.
And he wasn't sure if he wanted to see it again, because strangely Heeseung's heart was pumping in a way that he wasn't happy about. Not to mention the fact that, apart from thinking about your smile and the sound of your laugh for weeks, the boy wasn't proud to say that he had dreamt about it.
Was it stupid to say that he had actually dreamed of your smile? Shit, that couldn't be possible.
"Heeseung!" Jake shouted to get his friend's attention, snapping his fingers in front of his face.
"Fuck, what a fright" Heeseung wriggled in his chair "What's wrong?"
"I've been calling you for about five minutes, what world were you in?"
"In the world where Y/n keeps smiling at him" Sunghoon hummed.
Fucking bastard... How did Sunghoon have to be so direct like that? All right, his friends knew and couldn't stand to hear Heeseung fantasize about it for weeks, but hearing it out loud from someone else made him feel like a bit of an idiot.
"In my defense, I'm still in shock about this" he tried to say, hearing Jay's laughter from across the room.
"Still? How long has it been... like, three weeks? A month?" he asked, already knowing the answer. If Heeseung were to count, it had been a month and a few days, because every month the girls tried to make a different food. And he distinctly remembers his skills â not unlike Konon's â in rolling the seaweed into sushi.
"Do you like her?" Jake sprawled further back on the sofa, almost throwing his legs over Heeseung's lap. Sunghoon was sitting on the floor staring at the TV while the movie was still playing.
"What? No" he said too quickly, regretting it the moment all the boys' eyes landed on him.
"Dude, you literally went to great lengths just to make her laugh for you" Jay got up from his chair to walk over to Sunghoon and sit down next to him on the floor.
"And when that happened, you didn't stop talking about it the whole time," Jake added.
"I said you could all make me stop talkingâ"
"We don't want to, it's cute" Sunghoon smiled "Besides I think it happened a few more times after sushi night."
"What?" it was Heeseung's turn to shout, startling Jake who was cursing at him quietly as he curled up on the sofa.
At that moment Heeseung was standing in the living room, pacing back and forth near the TV and watching his friends with mixed feelings. Jake was still recovering from his shock, Sunghoon was pressing his lips together, feeling guilty for saying it just then. While Jay held in his laughter and closed his eyes to wait for the conversation to unfold.
"You're just telling me about this now? Fuck Sunghoon, what do you mean?"
"Dude, I'm sorry" he said, "It's just that you got so excited about it that if I told you she smiled a few more times, you might explode."
"I'm exploding right now" from the coloring of his face, it could be possible.
What do you mean you smiled at Heeseung or something related to him and Sunghoon didn't say anything at all? Now he wanted to know, what was the occasion? Had he done something funny, said something at the wrong time, or made a joke? Or did you genuinely smile just because he was around? What had been the circumstance in which you smiled at him?
"All your gears are turning at the moment and I think it's my fault" Sunghoon got up from the floor, straightening his pants and then sighing, "But she smiled at times when you weren't looking."
"Why?"
"Look, I know your mind because I've lived with you for years, but I have no idea what she was thinking about it" Sunghoon's words had a unique effect on Heeseung. He was even more pensive.
"Yeah, he's right" Jake said.
"You too..." Heeseung then turned to Jay.
"Dude, we talked about this for hours and worked it out together," he defended himself, cringing when the other threatened to approach.
"Hey, calm down!" Sunghoon held him by the shoulders even though he knew his friend would do absolutely nothing to any of the three "Now that you know, you can do something about it."
"Yes, kill the three of you."
"Or talk to her and ask why" Jake shrugged and stood up, giving his best smile in response "Now how about we order something to eat? I'm starving."
"No, no more drinks for you today, young lady" Sunghoon snatched the glass from Yeji's hand, listening to his sister's protests even though she was already a little upset.
"But hey, we're celebrating" she tried to catch it, but to no avail, her older brother was taller and would surely use that to his advantage.
"Celebrating what? The loss of your liver?" Heeseung looked around at the number of glasses on the kitchen counter.
He sighed as he imagined that the owner of that house would have an extremely difficult time cleaning up, but his thoughts were soon cut loose by the sound of laughter that flooded the room. His body went still and his eyes widened at the sight of your standing in front of the kitchen door.
"Hey, Heeseung, you look like you've seen a haunting" you waved at him, smiling briefly and then turning your eyes back to the Park siblings.
"He just heard something" Sunghoon added.
Not knowing what it was, you didn't bother asking him and just walked into the kitchen where the three of them were still standing.
"What's going on?" you asked.
"Yeji's already drunk, so let's go home."
"But she's celebrating," you pouted "It's not every day you get an A in Professor Choi's class."
"The worst professor at that university" Yeji picked up a glass to raise and pretend to toast, then put it back on the counter.
"But you've had enough, so I think you'd better go home" he looked at his sister and then at you "Has Jake taken Konon yet?"
"They just got home, Jay told me as soon as I came into the kitchen" you looked around for something to drink "And you two, what are you doing here?"
Sunghoon had gone after Yeji before he left and Heeseung had been in charge of looking for you, so the two of them could take you home safe and sound. But he didn't want to say that out loud.
"We came after you two," Sunghoon replied.
"Okay, let's go" Yeji whined "I won't be able to finish my drink anyway."
"Not even if we just have one more beer? It'll be quick andâ"
"Nope" Heeseung stood in front of you when you threatened to approach the fridge. Looking up thanks to his height, this was the closest he had come to you since you two met.
It might have been the effect of the drink or the moment itself, but he looked glistening and that had â strangely â made your heart flutter.
Blame the drink, blame the drink, please.
"Come on Y/n, these two dullards don't know what fun is" Yeji pushed past Heeseung, ignoring his protests as she grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out of the kitchen.
"That's it man, a few more moves and you two would be kissing in this kitchen" Sunghoon held Heeseung by the shoulders without missing an opportunity to tease him.
He acted on instinct to stand in front of you so that you wouldn't advance into the kitchen, right? He also ignored the distance between the two of you because he miscalculated his steps and Sunghoon was right to say how close you and Heeseung were. But those thoughts had to be pushed aside as quickly as possible.
And that happened when Jay's voice echoed in Heeseung's ears, standing next to his friend's car.
"Can you take Y/n home?" he asked. Heeseung didn't want to show his shock, but the orbs almost popping out in the expression that caught him off guard made Jay laugh right away "I've had a few drinks and I certainly won't be able to drive."
"Butâ"
"Take her and come back for me" Jay handed Heeseung the keys to his car.
"Why don't you just go along? I can drop you home later."
"Because I'm not finished here yet" Jay's lips protruded forward in a pout, he took a few steps away from Heeseung, nodding and smiling at his friend "And I don't want to witness anything pornographic in my car. Unless I'm the one doing it," he shouted the last part and Heeseung turned sharply in the direction you were with the Park siblings.Â
He would have given anything at that moment for you to be so drunk that you hadn't heard any of the shit Jay had said so far.
"Where's Jongseong going?" Yeji asked when he saw the boy disappearing among some people in the garden of the house.
"He said he didn't finish whatever it is in there" Heeseung sighed "Come on Y/n, I'll take you home."
None of you missed the mischievous giggle that escaped from Yeji, soon to be joined by Sunghoon. Heeseung knew very well about his friend, but why did his little sister even seem to be complicit?
"Do you know where I live?" you asked so naturally that Heeseung had forgotten how serious you were whenever you were around him.
"No, but you can tell me while we go in Jay's car," he said, and you just agreed and let him guide you to the vehicle. Neither of you cared what the Park siblings said as you and Heeseung walked to Jay's car. He showed himself to be a tremendous gentleman by opening the door for you and checking that everything was okay until you buckled your seatbelt so he could close the door and turn the car around.
"Can we go?" he asked and you nodded, giving Heeseung the coordinates so he could get to your house.
For Heeseung, the silence was necessary while he reorganized his thoughts because, for the first time, he was in a place alone with you. That had never happened since the two of you met.
Now for you, the silence was agonizing because it made you think and observe. To think about how hard you'd tried to get away from that man next to you and to observe how well he drove. His hands firmly gripping the leather of the steering wheel, his long fingers drumming now and then when they stopped at a traffic light or how agile his hand was at holding the gearshift. You also found yourself swallowing when his hand accidentally hit your leg when changing gears. He wasn't doing it on purpose, you knew that, but it was inevitable not to smile quickly.
"We're here" he was the first to break the silence, indicating that he had followed your coordinates very well, and now the two of you were parked inside Jay's car and in front of your apartment complex.
You looked out of the window, a sigh escaping your lips as you looked back at the boy in the car sitting next to you.
"Thanks, Heeseung" you said sincerely, opening a smile when his eyes met yours. Heeseung smiled too, but he didn't look so happy about it. He seemed... Annoyed?
"Can I ask you something, Y/n?" he said just like that, not even bothering to respond to your thanks. But you didn't mind either, after all, your sobriety was starting to kick in, but even so, your alcohol-addled body made you more curious than usual.
"Anything," you said.
It took him a while to formulate that question, pondering whether he should really ask it or just let it go and get on with his life as if it didn't affect him. But it certainly did. Heeseung knew why he had dreamt it, he had to ask.
"Why haven't you ever smiled at me?" might seem like a silly question from the outside, or even sad if the person was as sentimental as Heeseung.
At first, your eyebrows drew together in surprise. But then everything relaxed and you unbuckled your belt to turn around and face the boy.
"What do you mean?"
Heeseung repeated your gesture a few seconds later, unbuckling his belt and turning to face you too.
"I mean, ever since we met you've never smiled at anything I've done," he shrugged, trying to sound firm in his words, not wanting to waver or show how ridiculous it might seem "Surely Yeji has already let it slip that I'm the clown of the group and, I don't know, you're the only person who's never given me a single smile."
"Does that bother you?"
No. He should answer, to appear tougher.
"Yes, a little" Heeseung didn't want to follow his thoughts, he wanted to act on the emotion of the moment "I thought you didn't like me or, at worst, thought I was so dull that you begged the girls to get away every time we met in a group."
He was being so honest with you, opening up so genuinely that you felt a little bad. Maybe your way of acting on everything you'd heard hadn't been nice, you might have been a bit extreme with it.
"I'm sorry" was all you managed to say, without knowing exactly why you were apologizing. Whether it was for your reaction or for never getting to Heeseung and wanting to get to know him.
"Why?" he asked.
You didn't want him to ask, so you wouldn't have to explain yourself, you'd get out of the car and drive away. But Heeseung's sparkling eyes seemed to call out to you every second, guiding you to him as if you belonged there, staring at him as the words came freely out of his mouth.
"We have a group of friends at college and certainly Yeji's brother and his friends are sometimes a topic," your gaze quickly shifted to the window behind Heeseung. Anything being more interesting than his eyes paying attention to you right now "I once commented that... Well..."
"Say, it's okay," he tried to encourage you and you looked back at him, could blame it on the drink if something got out of hand, and would say the next day that you didn't remember anything you were saying. Even though by then your sobriety had reached more than half of your body.
"I told I thought you were very handsome" you nibbled your lower lip and continued, not even giving Heeseung time to process the information "A friend of ours said that you were not only handsome but funny, but that was a danger."
"What? Why?" he tried to shake off the tingling feeling in his chest and his cheeks heating up at the confession. So you thought he was handsome from the start.
"Have you ever heard of the theory of the funny boy being a danger?" you crossed your arms and snorted when Heeseung denied it with a nod "He'll make you laugh so much, you'll laugh. Laugh and laugh until you're naked in his bed."
It was his turn to laugh, hiding his face with his hands and messing up his hair.
"Shut up, don't laugh," you groaned in frustration, uncrossing your arms and trying to push his hand away from your face. The contact was electrifying, even if it only lasted a few seconds. Heeseung uncovered his face and looked at you.
"So Yeji's friend said that about me, and you believed it?" Heeseung wanted to sound confident as he raised an eyebrow, even though, if he had to get out of that car, his legs would be as soft as jelly.
"Well..." a few seconds passed and you sighed, "I avoided contact so I wouldn't have to believe it. I don't know, preserve myself as much as possible since you seem to be well known at the university."
"So you didn't want to smile at me because you thought you'd end up in my bed?" Heeseung leaned forward a little, looking a little defiant. You leaned forward too, your hands resting on your lap.
"You make all the girls smile, what difference would it make if I smiled at you?"
Don't be so honest, Heeseung thought to himself, but it was already done when he launched into it.
"Maybe because your smile is beautiful and when that happened on sushi night, I ended up dreaming for a long time."
"What? Did you dream about my smile?" you almost shouted in the car.
"Too many questions for one night, don't you think?" Heeseung pretended to shake himself, looking for the car keys that he hadn't even taken out of the ignition. Turning on the air conditioning might be a good idea since neither of you made any mention of leaving.
"Too many confessions for one night" you leaned back in your seat.
"I think we're going to need a few more nights for you to tell me more" he also leaned back in his seat, but his head remained turned in your direction.
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
"Would you?" he asked back, a stupid â but extremely beautiful â smile adorning his lips as he said again, "I want to prove that friend of yours completely wrong."
"I'd love that, then" to his surprise, asking you out had been completely light-hearted. He didn't feel like throwing up or running away, or even saying something silly, stuttering... Nothing. Heeseung was just himself as he watched you bend down to him and brush your lips against the corner of his.
From the way Heeseung's head was tilted, giving indications that he wasn't going to move, you purposely kissed him on the corner of the lips, pulling away before he made any risky moves.
"I'm waiting for a message from you so we can make an appointment, mr. funny guy."
You winked at him, watching as the tip of Heeseung's tongue traced the exact spot where your lips touched the corner of his. The smile never left him as he watched you open the door, wave, and close it to leave.
A smile had never left Lee Heeseung like that.
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Could you pleaseeee do more single dad!Eddie đ„ș
ⶠâ MAYDAY ! [ stand by me ]
summary: after totally embarrassing yourself at eddie's kid's birthday party, the metalhead single dad from the trailer park shows you his (perhaps equally embarrassing) favorite movie. (2.9k)
pairing: dad!eddie munson / f!reader
tags: eddie and maeve universe, strangers to lovers (eventually), slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, girl dad eddie munsonâą, fluff, ugly crying at movies
You never did crack open that bottle.
The one you accidentally brought to Eddieâs kidâs birthday party? Yeah, that one. The glass container sits unopened on the coffee table in front of you, casting amber reflections on the old wood beneath the lamplight. Itâs just a silly conversation starter now. Youâve got no real reason to drink it, anyway.
Thereâs nothing more intoxicating than Eddie Munsonâs presence.
Sunrays spill from your mouth when you tip your head back to laugh. You turn to look at the boy on the other end of the couch, and your warm cheek squishes against the cushion. âStand By Me is not your favorite movie!â you argue, giggling softly with disbelief.
Eddie has no idea how big heâs smiling. Heâs too busy staring at you to notice the beam on his face.Â
He shrugs his shoulders, now free from the confines of his leather jacket. He wears a faded Peanuts shirt now. A hand-me-down, you figure. âI mean⊠Land Before Time is a really close second,â he answers in a teasing lilt.
âOh, yeah. Only the saddest movie ever made.â
âMaeve used to love it. And, like, not in a normal wayâ She used to make me play it for her until the tape spun out,â Eddie tells you, chuckling softly to himself. âIt grew on me eventually, but⊠Then she grew out of it.â
You watch him get all forlorn at the thought. You meet his subtle pout with a scrunched nose. âWell, sheâs only four, right? Surely, she hasnât had time to grow out of much.â
Eddie scoffs and slouches further on the couch until his thighs spread. âYouâd be surprised. Every time I think Iâ you knowâ start to understand her a little bit or whatever, she just⊠She changes, you know? Like, overnight.â
He doesnât mean to get so suddenly sentimental about the whole thing. Especially not in front of a pretty girl he only met eight hours ago. Heâll blame it on the late night and the existential dread that always comes with birthdays. He conceals his brooding behind a dumb joke.
âI mean, just this morning, Maeveâs favorite animal was a Hefflelump⊠Now itâs a blobfish.â
You try to hold back your laughter. You fail. The sunshine-coated giggle sputters from your mouth despite your attempts to keep it hidden. Eddie only laughs because you are.
âI shouldâve said turtle or something,â you humor with a roll of your eyes, tucking your knees to your chest. âOr, like, a badger. Maybe then I wouldnât have gotten made fun of all day.â
âThose arenât any less normal,â Eddie chuckles with a lopsided grin, dark chocolate eyes twinkling âcause he never really liked normal anyway.
You shrug. âAgree to disagree.â
âYou wanna know something?â he blurts after a long beat of silent smiles. âWhen I tucked her in, she made me promise to take her to the aquarium tomorrow. Said she wanted to see âif the blobfish were just as gross in real life.â
You smile so wide your eyes squint at the edges. âDo they have blobfish at the aquarium?â you laugh.
Eddie shrugs. âProbably not. But sheâll get to pet a stingray or somethinâ. Then sheâll forget all about it.â
âSounds funâŠâ you murmur, picking at pills of cotton on the old couch with a suddenly anxious hand.Â
âYeah. Parenting always is,â Eddie hums with a distant smile. âEven when it isnât.â
âShould Iâ Should I, like, go?â you stammer.
The boy seems shocked by your question. His fluffy brows pinch as he hums. âHuh?â
You squirm, less than comfortable in your own skin. âWell, I mean, itâs⊠Itâs getting kinda late and everything, and⊠If you guys are going into the city in the morning, I donât wanna, like, keep you or whateverââ
Suddenly anxious, Eddie sits up a little straighter. âNo! No, itâs okay. I donât mind,â he responds, then quickly follows with wide eyes. âUnlessâ Unless you want to leaveââ
âI donât!â you answer, equally flustered.
Eddie forces an awkward chuckle. âI donât want you to think Iâm, like, keeping you hostage here or somethingââ
âI just donât wanna overstay my welcomeââ
âYou couldnât,â he insists.
You nod, and in a mousy voice, you reply, âWell, you couldnât keep me hostage, soâŠâ
Eddie grins. âGood.â
âGood,â you echo.
âSo⊠Wanna watch a movie or something?â he offers with a fluttering heart and fidgeting hands.Â
He feels like a teenage boy all over again â only he never actually got the opportunity to ask a pretty girl out when he was a teenager. People werenât exactly fighting to spend time with the local freak back then. Or now, really.
Except you.
âWhaddaya got?â
âWell, letâs seeâŠâ he says, grunting as he rises from the couch.Â
Eddie walks the short distance to the box television across the room â which Maeve has carefully decorated with a collection of sparkly stickers. He sorts through the VHS tapes stacked in less-than-organized piles with a ringed hand, realizing mustâve left all the good stuff at Wayneâs.
âOh, you know⊠All the Maeve Munson favoritesâŠâ he singsongs with a sigh.
âSurprise me,â you call from the couch.
Eddie rises then, with two bulky VHSs clutched within ringed fingers. He holds them on either side of his face and grins between them. âStand By Me or Land Before Time?â
âStand By Me,â you answer with a firm nod. âUnless, you know, you wanna see me ugly cry.â
âThatâs second date territory,â he quips with a wink, suddenly and very uncharacteristically cool. âStand By Me it is.â
âââââ
Youâre crying on a strangerâs couch about ninety minutes later.Â
The credits roll in static colors on the tiny television across from you. The low bass of a nostalgic song floats quietly through the living room â If the sky, that we look upon, should tumble and fall⊠Or the mountains, should crumble to the seaâŠ
Eddie looks on with a sympathetic beam as you hide your teary face behind your palms. He canât tell if youâre shaking from sobs or from laughter. Maybe a healthy mixture of both. âI thought you werenât gonna cry!â he chuckles.
You peek at him through your fingers. Your eyes are glassy with tears and squinting at the edges with a smile. âI forgot how sad it was!â you sniffle, then laugh at yourself.
I wonât cry, I wonât cry⊠No, I wonât shed a tearâŠ
âYouâre crying, too!â you observe as the boy beside you wipes at his eyes with his fingertips. You reach over to shove him with a playful hand. âYou big softy!â
Eddie scoffs and swipes his nose with the back of his wrist. âIâm not crying! Iâm just⊠I had something in my eye.â
âTears?â you tease with a scrunched nose.
He nods, and with a sheepish look in his eyes, he says, âYeahâŠâ
Your quiet laughter entwines, filling the dim living room with something sparkly and golden. The sound of violins swells in a similar way. Eddieâs eyes flutter shut as he begins singing the lyrics to himself, not really trying but sounding pretty anyway.
âJust as long, as you stand, stand by meâŠâ he croons quietly. You beam and sing softly along with him, audibly less serious about the whole thing. âAnd darlinâ! Darlinâ! Stand by me⊠Oh, stand by meââ
Both of you quieten when a door squeaks about open down the hall. The distant screech is followed by the patter of tiny footsteps. Eddie huffs and sits up a little straighter. âAh, shitâŠâ
Your face floods with horror. âWas I too loud?â you whisper.
âNo. Itâs just midnight,â he answers, shaking his wild head. âShe always wakes up at midnight. Like my personal little Gremlin.â
Maeve appears in the dark hallway then, drowning in one of her dadâs old t-shirts. Corroded Coffin, the front of it reads, in what seems to be hand-made lettering. The thing fits her like a gown.Â
Her curls sit in an untamed halo around her head from the intensity of her slumber. She rubs at her swollen eyes with chubby fists. Eddie canât help but grin at the sight of her.Â
âHey, Mayday,â he coos. âWhat happened? You canât sleep?â
The girl shuffles to her father like itâs muscle memory to her. Still half-asleep, she grips his shirt with graceless fingers and climbs onto his lap with her eyes still shut. She cuddles into his torso, fitting perfectly there, while you sit frozen on the other side of the couch. Like maybe if youâre real still, she wonât notice youâre there.
âWe gonna go see da blobfish now?â she wonders in tiny slurs against his chest.
Eddieâs cheek squishes against her head when he smiles. The expression gets lost in her wild chestnut locks. âNot yet, May. Itâs too lateâ All the fishies are sleeping now. Like you should be.â
She shifts on his lap like sheâs trying to get more comfortable there. Her cheek, indented with lines of sleep, rubs against his shirt when she turns to look up at him. âNeed you to tuck me in,â she tells him, tiny chin bobbing against his chest.
Eddie juts back to see her better. âAgain?â he humors with his brows raised behind his curly bangs.
âMhmm,â she nods, slow and sleepy.
âOkay,â he hums, scoffing a tired chuckle. âIâll tuck you in again, bug.â
You donât mean to laugh. It just crawls up your throat and out of your mouth before you can stop it. You try to hide it behind your palm, but Maeve still notices.Â
Her fluffy brows scrunch together when she turns to you. She swipes at the hair sticking to her cheek with a fumbling hand to see you better. She doesnât say anything, though. She just kinda blinks at you, with a brown-eyed, emotionless gaze.
You muster a wavering smile at the girl, lifting your hand in an unsure wave.
âWanna go see the blobfish with us tomorrow?â Maeve blurts. Though, in her less than awake state, it sounds more like wanna go see da bobfish wiv us tommowow? Itâs like you can feel your heart melting.
âThe aquarium,â Eddie clarifies.
You squirm in your seat. âOh, I⊠I canât,â you sigh, then follow quickly when she pouts. âI wish I could! It sounds super fun, but Iâm⊠Iâm busyâŠâ
You arenât, really. âCause tomorrowâs Saturday â the only thing you really have to do is try to wake up before noon. You just donât know how else to turn her down.
âMaybe next time?â Eddie offers hopefully, mostly for Maeveâs sake.
You nod rapidly, just for Maeve. âYeah. Next time. Definitely.â
âSee? Itâs okay,â Eddie lilts, squeezing gently at the girlâs sides until sheâs smiling again. âWe can have fun just you and me, right?â
Maeve pouts in response, a sort of snarled face thatâs obviously playful.
Eddie laughs loud and boyishly in return. âHey! Donât make that face at me!â he exclaims, feigning offense. Maeve loses her poker face almost instantly as she giggles. âGo get in bed, you weirdo. Iâll tuck you in in a second.â
âAnd read me another book?â she presses hopefully.
He nods, knowing itâs a fight heâs bound to lose. âAnd read you another book.â
âTwo of them?â
The girl holds her pointer and middle finger in front of her face. Eddie chuckles and guides the latter back down with a gentle hand. âOne,â he corrects.
âTwo.â
âOne.â
âTwo!â
A brief stare-off ensues, one in which youâve got a front-row seat. Maeveâs dark chocolate gaze resembles her fatherâs â button-eyed and swimming with something honeyed and stubborn. She tilts her chin to her chest and glares unwavering at the man in front of her.
Eddie inevitably caves. He sighs so deeply his chest deflates. âFine⊠Two. But only if you run real fast.â
Maeves slides down his denim-clad legs until her bare feet hit the carpet. She scurries down the hall without another word, quiet giggles fading with her footsteps. Eddie slumps against the couch with a small, contented sigh.Â
You realize you havenât stopped smiling for several minutes now. âSheâs really sweet,â you compliment to fill the silence.
Eddie scoffs a gentle laugh. âYeah. When she wants to be.â
The quiet returns. You run out of things to say. The notion of the late-late night settles more heavily upon you. You swallow hard and fight for a way out that doesnât make it sound like Eddie hasnât just given you one of the best nights of your life.Â
âI think Iâm gonnaââ
âWell, I shouldââ
The boy starts speaking at the same time as you. You cut each other off without trying, then laugh quietly at yourselves.
âYou first,â you tell him.
âI should go tuck Maeve in before she goes all Mayday mode and starts screaming at me,â Eddie says, only partly joking.Â
His sweet little Maeve is only Mayday when sheâs throwing a too-passionate tantrum. Or when itâs past midnight, and sheâs acting like a total gremlin. He doesnât particularly want you to witness either. âCause kids tend to be pretty gnarly sometimes â especially when you arenât the one raising them.
âYeah, I should probably start heading home, anyway,â you reply. âItâs late.â
Eddie rises with a small huff. You follow behind him towards the front door, both of you moving with slow and heavy strides â neither particularly wanting the other to go.Â
âThanks for keeping me company,â he says beneath the sound of the screeching screen door. âAnd for helping Maeve have a good day and everything⊠Most people donât really consider hanging out with a four-year-old and her dad a good time, soâŠâ
âWell, most people are weirdos,â you scoff and slide past him through the doorway. âYou and Maeve are, like, the coolest people in Hawkins.â
You stand ahead of him on the front steps of the trailer, glowing beneath the silver moon and the buzzing amber porchlight. Eddie lingers in the entryway and holds the door open with his shoulder, so he can hear Maeve when she inevitably starts shouting for him.
âYeah, I donât know about that,â he wavers with a scrunched nose. âMaeveâs pretty cool and all, but⊠She definitely didnât get that from me.â
âYour favorite movies are Land Before Time and Stand By Me,â you deadpan with a flat face. A smile inevitably pulls at your lips when you look at him too long, pretty as he is. âYouâre cool, Eddie. Whether you wanna be or not.â
âAgree to disagree,â he grins, totally sheepish as he shrugs off the compliment. âThanks for hanginâ around. Again.â
He feels like heâs said that too many times now, but heâs too full of gratitude to stop. Itâs been just him and Maeve for so long. And, yeah, sure, Steve and Robin come around when they can, but theyâve got their own lives outside of this one. It isnât every day someone appears at his trailer with a bottle of booze and the wherewithal to acclimate to his chaotic life.
Eddie feels like he should never stop thanking you, really.
You shrug. âThanks for keeping me around. Again.â
âSee you soon?â he wonders with a hopeful glint in his dark eyes, made a much lighter amber in the moonlight.
You nod firmly once. ââCourse.â
And even though thatâs as good a dismissal as any, you both linger in the doorway still. Like your feet are glued in place.Â
How are you supposed to walk away from him? The man with wild rockstar curls, rings on each finger, and a beaded bracelet with his daughterâs initial in the very center. The man who loves cartoons more than his toddler and cries with you at sad movies?
You figure youâll spend forever chasing this foreign feeling heâs so effortlessly given you.
âDaddy!â Maeve shouts. Her high-pitched voice rings through the tiny trailer. It makes you wince a little. You didnât think something so tiny could be so loud.
âAnd thereâs MaydayâŠâ Eddie lilts quietly, unflinching âcause heâs used to this by now.
âIâll go,â you laugh, walking backward towards your car. âIâllâ Iâll see you around.â
âGânight,â he calls to you as he watches you go.
His chest stings when he realizes he never asked for your number. It feels much too awkward to do it now, and heâs only got a few minutes more before Maeve goes crazy on him. He shouldâve asked you ages ago, really. But he didnât. âCause heâs an idiot.
You notice it, too, but you flash him a sheepish smile over your shoulder anyway. Even if you never hear from him again after youâre gone, you figure thereâs always next year.Â
Maeve will be another year older. Steve will bring you along to her party if you beg. Eddie will be in desperate need of a pick-me-up, and youâll bring a bottle of booze just to make him smile. The alcohol will go untouched, though, as the two of you get lost in conversation and Stand By Me.
Even if all this was only destined to happen once every year â even if it was only supposed to happen once and never again â youâll spend the rest of your life grateful that it happened at all.
With a cold hand trembling with longing, you wrench your car door open. Though your heartâs heavy with a distant worry that you may never be back here again, you grin at him through the grief and the small distance between you.
âGood night, Eddie.â
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