#(which i'll probably change the picture on soon)

[lost-in-fandoms]

The first part of this has been spinning in my brain since last week but then it ran away from me and got long (3.6k) so it's on ao3 too.

Daniel wakes up to three calls from Max on his phone. Each call is accompanied by a voice message in their mostly quiet texts thread and the timestamps read 2:04am, 3:16am and 4:41am.

For a moment, he considers not listening to them. He is not sure his heart can take it: Max happy and celebrating his championship while he was alone, asleep in his bed, Los Angeles traffic the background noise that should have been Vegas fireworks instead.

But it's Max, and he never can keep Max out of his life, has never really wanted to, so he presses play.

Hello Daniel, the first message starts. Daniel can hear the noises of the garage almost overwhelming Max's voice, and it sends a pang of hurt through the still bleeding holes in his heart. You might be asleep, I don't remember what time it is where you are, but I wanted to say...I am...it does not matter.

There's a pause, the kind of pause in which Daniel can picture Max frowning, trying to figure out the sentence in his head, mouth left slightly open.

You are in LA, yes? I am in Vegas, of course, and flying out soon, but maybe we can...I'd like to see you. If you're free.

Daniel's heart lurches again, phone pressed against his ear almost slipping out of his grasp. There's something unreal about it. Max, sitting in a corner of the garage, fresh out of his fourth championship win, probably still smelling of champagne, asking to see him.

Daniel is fiercely glad he didn't pick up. He wouldn't have known what to say.

I think you are asleep. Call me when you wake up? Bye.

The first message ends, and the next one immediately starts. It's much quieter, Max's voice further away and accompanied by soft rustling sounds, as if he had left his phone on some kind of surface while he moves around the room.

Hello Daniel. Sorry, I know I said...and you're sleeping, so this does not make sense. I am maybe a bit drunk, but...

Max makes an annoyed sound, then his voice comes closer again, standing still this time.

I am going out, to celebrate, so I maybe will still be awake when you wake up. Will you call me, please? I know this is not, that you are trying to stay away, and I understand, but...please?

Another pause. Daniel can almost see him, standing in an hotel room, hair mussed by the quick change between the team kit and one of his usual plain t-shirts, fumbling his words trying to say what he wants to say without hurting Daniel. It's useless, Daniel aches anyway, but it's sweet that he tried.

He doesn't say goodbye this time, and Daniel startles when the next message plays, much louder in his ears, the booming sound of a party just barely softer than Max's voice, raised to make itself heard.

Hello Daniel, I am sorry, I know I asked twice already, I know I should not say this, but I won, and you're not here, and you should be here. I want to see you, Daniel. I'll be in LA tomorrow. Or today, I think, so if you want, you can call me. Or I will just go and it's okay. But you should be here. It's not right like this.

The voice message ends, leaving Daniel in stunned silence.

Max called three times just to say he wanted to see him.

He doesn't know how to feel. It's flattering, sure, to know that Max had just won his fourth title, was more or less on top of the world, and spent his night calling Daniel. It hurts too, to hear him saying you should be here, when they both know that Daniel would be there if he could. And it makes something else swirl in his stomach, something that has always been there when Max is involved, and only grew softer and steadier through the years.

He still has his phone pressed against his ear, even long after the messages have stopped playing, when it rings.

It makes him jump, grip fumbling, and he answers on instinct, without even checking caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Daniel."

Daniel blinks. He takes his phone away from his ear to check that yes, Max is calling him. At 9:31am.

"Daniel?"

Daniel considers hanging up. He doesn't.

"Hi, Max." It comes out softer than he intended, almost uncertain. He clears his throat, tries again. "How's the world champ doing?"

This time he overdoes it, voice forced and too loud, making him wince. Max makes a quiet sound on the other side, making Daniel think he winced too.

"I'm..okay. Drunk, maybe. A little. I saw you listening."

Straight to the point as always and saying the most insane things in the straightest voice tone.

I saw you listening. As if Max was sat there, looking at their chat, waiting for the ticks to go from grey to blue.

Maybe he had been.

"I, uhm, yeah I listened. And here we are, talking!" Daniel is glad they're calling and not facetiming, so he is free to hide his face in his empty hand, cringing. It's too early and he's too surprised for his brain to not be stupid, and these are the consequences.

Max chuckles anyway.

"We are. I," Max pauses, coughs slightly. Daniel hears him take a sip of something, wonders if it's water or more alcohol, even if Max doesn't really sound too drunk, words not even slurring. "I am on the plane, almost taking off."

I'll be in LA, Max had said. Daniel wasn't sure he had been serious, but he should have known. Max never says something he doesn't mean.

"I will be in LA, but only for today. I have to go to Europe, and then Qatar on Tuesday. Can you...are you free?"

"I am going hiking."

Daniel is glad his hand is already on his face, or he would have had to slap it there anyway. He is not going hiking, has no plans today really, but he doesn't know what is happening, and the idea of seeing Max is...overwhelming.

He feels stupid as soon as the words are out of his mouth, but he doesn't take them back.

"Okay," Max says slowly after a while. "Today?"

And because Daniel is apparently being extra stupid today, he nods, as if Max could see him.

"Yes, I...later today. Was just getting ready, you know? Feeling the fresh air, smelling the birds and the bees, all the good stuff!"

"The good stuff," Max echoes. Daniel maybe wants to die. "Okay."

"Yeah so, gotta run, Maxy! You have a good flight!"

He hangs up without giving Max a chance to reply, then he throws his phone down on the bed and flops back on the pillow, sighing out loud.

What a shitshow.

--

He only manages to get up after forty minutes of aggressive pep talk, telling himself that Max has done and said weirder and more awkward things in the past, and that it doesn't matter anyway.

Almost two hours later his doorbell rings.

Well, not his actual doorbell, the one from the gate, that alerts him there is a car there before whoever it is actually rings it. When he looks at the small screen, he sees Max getting out the passenger side of a car and head towards the button, frowning at it before pressing it.

The sound seems to echo slightly in Daniel's brain, and he's going to blame his ringing ears for the fact that he opens the gate, letting Max in.

He's still feeling a little out of it when he opens the front door, watching Max walk up the drive, a bag slung over his shoulders. He's wearing a cap, not Red Bull branded, a black t-shirt, not Alpha Tauri, and soft grey shorts.

He looks tired, as if he hasn't slept yet, but he smiles at Daniel with all his teeth.

Daniel just blinks back.

"I didn't know if you would be home, or on your hike, but I am glad you waited!" It's the first thing Max says when he comes close enough, like they do this all the time, like this isn't absurd.

He opens his arms, but doesn't reach for Daniel. As if Daniel would deny him this.

Max smells like sweat, alcohol, and airplane air conditioning. Daniel lets himself bury his face in his shoulder for exactly three seconds before pulling away.

"I didn't think you would come."

Max frowns, shifting his bag to his other shoulder. From this close, Daniel can see how his eyes are a bit bloodshot, his lips a little too red.

He tries not to look at his lips. Or his eyes.

"Of course, I said I would. You said we were going on a hike."

Daniel is pretty sure he didn't say that, but four time world champion Max Verstappen is on his doorstep, looking like he came straight from his own party to hike with Daniel, so fuck it, might as well.

"Right. Yeah, let me just..." Daniel moves aside, letting Max in.

He looks at him from the corner of his eyes as he hunts for his phone and wallet, his backpack, fresh water bottles. He watches as Max drops his bag, looking around, but doesn't move away from the hallway, seemingly happy to just wait for Daniel.

Daniel considers pinching himself, to make sure he's awake. Or slamming his head against the wall, to make sure he isn't.

"Okay, all ready to go!" he tells Max instead, too cheerfully and loud again. Max doesn't wince this time, he just smiles, like Daniel being a fucking idiot is endearing to him.

"You are coming in that?" he asks, nodding towards Daniel's clothes. Which, fair, he's still in his sleep clothes, bright pink shorts and a t-shirt, but also, rude.

"Do you have something against them, Maxy?"

"Of course not, you look very lovely, Daniel."

Disarming, as always.

Daniel has not showered and is in his sleep clothes, and Max calls him lovely in his most sincere voice.

Daniel reconsiders the slamming his head against the wall thing, but ends up just taking his keys and ushering Max out without replying.

He drives.

Both because he is the one who in theory knows where they're going to hike and because he's not fully sure Max is not still a little bit drunk. And because when they're together, Daniel always drives. Even if it's been a long while since they've been in the same car.

The ride is mostly quiet. Daniel turns on the radio, doesn't even connect his phone to it just letting a random station play, and neither of them talks.

Max has closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the headrest, and Daniel sneaks glances at him, still trying to understand what the fuck is happening.

He doesn't even remember what his original plans for the day were, but he's sure they didn't involve going on a hike when the sun is already too high with Max Verstappen. Who flew over from Vegas, after winning his championship, to go hiking with him.

Daniel thought his life was supposed to become more normal after leaving f1.

By the time he parks at the bottom of a trail that he has already done a few times, it's past two pm, the air is warm and dry, and Max blinks his eyes open with a yawn, looking, if possible, more tired than he was before his little nap.

"We don't have to go," Daniel blurts out, looking at the purple bags under Max's eyes. "We can turn around, I can drive you back to the airport."

Instead of being a sensible person and agreeing, Max frowns at him, his expression closing off.

"If you want," is all he says, and shit of all the stupid things Daniel has said today, he seems to have managed to hurt him with the only rational one.

"No, I...you just look tired," he tries to explain himself. Doesn't even know why he's explaining himself, when none of this makes any sense.

"I am fine," Max replies, some of the ice in his voice disappearing. "Can we go?"

Daniel, again, can only helplessly nod.

It's too warm outside. Daniel had only done this trail earlier in the morning, or on a cooler day, or maybe this whole situation is making him feel it more, but he's sweating as soon as they step outside the car.

Max abandons his bag in the passenger seat, only taking his phone with him, while Daniel swings his backpack on his shoulders, cringing at how it's already making his tshirt stick to him.

He wonders how Max is feeling, after the cold night in Vegas. Max doesn't complain.

They walk quietly for the first five minutes, and Daniel almost misses the car radio, but then Max takes a deep breath and starts talking. Rambling, really.

He starts by mentioning the Vegas weather, as if he was reading Daniel's mind, then switching to a detailed account of the party Martin had thrown for him.

Daniel just listens.

He hums from time to time, to show he is still paying attention, laughs a couple of times when it comes to it, but he doesn't contribute to the conversation. He puts one foot in front of the other and feels the sunshine on his skin, the noises of nature and city combined around them. All the good shit.

When he pulls off his t-shirt, Max laughs at him.

"You only wanted to come out here and show off," he says. His cheeks are red, but Daniel doesn't know if it's him, the warmth, or the sunscreen they both forgot.

"Just for you baby," Daniel replies, winking, mindless, and he's sure Max's cheeks growing redder is just a trick of the light.

Max stumbles. Several times. Every time he catches himself with a laugh, making a joke about needing wheels instead of feet. Daniel resorts to walk a little closer. Just in case.

They don't come across many people, but when they do they stay quiet, hoping nobody recognises them, hoping nobody asks for pictures. Max and a shirtless Daniel, alone on a trail. Daniel wonders what it would do to the internet.

By the time they reach the highest point of the hike they're both red and sweating, and Max is looking a little unsteady on his feet, making Daniel curse himself for taking him out here, after he raced and partied and didn't sleep.

They sit down in the still too warm shadow of a spindly tree, and Daniel hands Max one of the bottles of water, watching him drink it greedily. His nose is already starting to burn.

"What are you doing here, Max?"

The question comes out almost without his consent, but Max doesn't startle. He finishes drinking, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and pressing the half empty bottle against his neck, looking at Daniel with that unwavering stare of his.

"Hiking," he deadpans. "What are you doing here?"

And isn't that the question of the year.

"Hiking," Daniel answers back.

Max's mouth ticks up, amused as usual by anything Daniel says, but then he goes back to being serious. Daniel looks away, unable to handle his staring.

"I am here because I wanted to see you. Always, I want to see you."

Daniel closes his eyes, leaning back on his hands.

"God, Max. Fuck."

His brain feels like it's cooking, but it's more from Max's simple confession than from the heat.

"I keep...I text you, and I call you, and you are always busy."

It's true, but Daniel wishes Max wasn't saying it. He wishes they could keep ignoring everything between them that Max seems to be set on unearthing today. If this is what four championships do to a man, Daniel doesn't want them.

That's a lie.

Daniel wants them. Daniel would want even one. Daniel wants this. Daniel wants Max.

"We should keep going," is what comes out of his mouth.

He doesn't move, and Max doesn't either.

Max's sweaty hand lands on his arm, gripping for just a moment, then moves away. Daniel doesn't open his eyes. His neck is starting to hurt a little from his position, and he wonders if it would have if he had kept up his neck training. If he had been still in a car.

"You can't just...I am not letting you run away anymore."

Max's voice is harsh and Daniel snaps his head up, glaring.

"Running away? They fucking kicked me out, mate!" He grits his teeth, trying not to raise his voice. The ground is hard and uncomfortable underneath him. He wishes he had never picked up the phone.

Max glares right back, swiping his hand through the air, dispersing Daniel's words.

"I do not mean that. That was wrong, and stupid, and we can talk about it if you want, but I am talking about this," Max says, gesturing between them, as if the space between them was a solid thing, something tangible and theirs.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Daniel bites out. Max glares harder. He's always been a good glarer.

"Don't be dumb. I'm tired of you doing this, telling me it is nothing!"

A flash through Daniel's brain. Max, young and awkward, pushing him against the wall of a nameless club in a far away country, trying to kiss him. Daniel telling him you're just drunk, we'll talk tomorrow. Daniel refusing to ever talk about it again.

Suddenly, the anger seems to seep out of him, leaving him too warm and tired. He wipes some sweat off his forehead with his hand, feeling the grit of dirt mixing with it.

"What do you want, Max? For me to apologize?" he asks with a sigh, looking away again.

Two fingers on his chin guide him to look back, and he finds Max a little too close, eyes blue blue blue and cheeks red red red.

"You don't have to apologize," he says gently. "I want you to say that it is not in my head. I want you to say that you want me."

Daniel feels dizzy, isn't sure he's breathing.

"Why?" he chokes out. Max's fingers are still on his face. For a wild second, Daniel wants to lick them.

"Because I want you."

Simply deadly. Like Max always is.

Daniel's heart is rabbiting in his chest, brain buzzing. This doesn't feel real. Nothing about this feels real.

Max should be in Vegas, or on his way to Europe, high off his championship, not here, sitting in the dirt, telling Daniel he wants him. He shouldn't still want him. Not after everything.

"I fought very hard for one thing I wanted this year," Max says, when it becomes clear Daniel is not going to say anything, "and I thought it would be stupid to not fight for the other thing I wanted too."

"God, Max." It comes out in a rasp, and Daniel really hopes he's not going to cry, because that would be way too embarrassing, even for him.

Max smiles at him, small and soft and lovely. The one he saves for the little moments and the people he loves. The one he's been giving Daniel since forever.

"I would like you to say, if you want me, Daniel, because I would like to kiss you."

Maybe Daniel is going to pass out. But before he does...

"I do, God, fuck, Max."

Max laughs before kissing him, short and happy. He doesn't crash their lips together, but he cradles Daniel's cheek in his sweaty hand and gently guides him forward, soft and lovely and kind.

It's not fireworks. It's not an explosion of colors behind Daniel's closed eyelids. It's warm honey seeping through his ribs. It's a sigh of finally. It's a homecoming.

It lasts forever and nothing at all, and when Max pulls back, Daniel almost falls forward trying to chase him, making Max smile.

Daniel's brain doesn't have one single coherent thought left in it.

"We should finish the hike, this was a terrible idea," he says instead of please kiss me again. Which is maybe less pathetic, but also means Max laughs instead of kissing him, which is the worse outcome.

"It was your idea," Max reminds him, grabbing his bottle from the ground and pushing to his feet, before offering him a hand to do the same.

Daniel feels light enough he could probably float down the hill, no effort at all. He bumps his naked shoulder against Max's, immediately cringing at feeling of his sweat soaked t-shirt against his skin.

"I never claimed I was smart."

"Yes," Max agrees, grabbing him to stop him from moving further away, pulling him closer to kiss him again.

"You stink," he says when he lets Daniel breathe again, lips still brushing together.

Daniel snaps back, snorting a startled laugh.

"I stink?? Have you smelled yourself lately?"

Max echoes his laugh, making a show of smelling his own armpit and cringing away.

"You like it," he says, cheeky. Daniel firmly ignores the sharp pang of want in his gut and rolling his eyes instead.

"Come on stinky, let's get you to a shower."

Max's smile deepens, and he's the one to bump their shoulders together as they start back on the trail.

"You'll join me, yes?"

Daniel stumbles, the images the words Max and shower and join me are conjuring in his brain making him lose the grip on his limbs for a moment.

They should probably talk more about this. Figure things out. Set boundaries and shit. But all he cares about at the moment is finishing this fucking hike and take Max home. For anything else, they'll have time.

[vagueconfusion]

you all can thank @polteergeistt for the tags he left on my other post that inspired this

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Idea for part 2 to lingerie or maybe a separate fic but luke convinces reader to let him take pictures of her in some of the lingerie so she can see how pretty she looks from his pov ☺️

ℒ𝒾𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓇𝒾ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌ℴ

PART 1, PART 3

Warnings- LOSER!LUKE AGENDA!! 18+, mdni! they are so couple goals.

“Ok, this one I saw, and I had to have it.” You said as you smiled, you stood in front of him and twirled around once again. It was a lot more scandalous, showing more skin and your cleavage barely covered.

His mouth was watering at this point, he just so desperately wanted to kiss you- touch you- anything really.

“It looks.. amazing. Probably the best one.” He nodded, reminding himself to keep eye contact and not let his eyes wander. He tried to keep his responses short and quick.

“Agreed.”

He felt embarrassed thinking about it. Would you think he was weird? Would you be creeped out and never talk to him again?

Fuck it.

You smiled and went to go change before he said your name. You turned around and looked at him, confused.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think… I could, take a picture…?”

Your eyes widened at that. The air grew thick with tension, and his voice cut through the silence after a little.

“Just- so that you can see how great you look from my point of view, you- you know?” He stuttered, anxious as he looked at you.

“Oh… okay. Sure. Why not?” You gave him another grin, and he smiled back. And you knew he had other intentions with the pictures, but it was Luke Castellan. The man you’ve had a crush on since you both were kids, the guy you were best friends with.

He took out his camera quickly, it's as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. He had been.

You stood, with a small smile on your face for the first one. It was mostly innocent. Then, he swears he would die when the poses got less innocent.

He swallowed, shaking the polaroids as they printed. Once they did, you sat right next to him, your bare thigh touching the denim of his jeans. He handed you them and you flipped through them.

"They're great. Ugh, I'm so glad I got you to do this. You're the best," You gave him another kiss on the cheek, his cheeks were tinted pink.

"Is that it?" he asked nervously. You nodded and you picked out a pair of pajamas, which was just a baggy shirt with some pajama pants.

"Could you... turn around? I don't feel like going in the bathroom." You were teasing him at this point, you wanted him to make a move already, plus it was fun seeing him flustered.

"Yeah... Of course." It was your cabin after all, he turned around, his hands on his knees as he fought against the urge to turn around.

While he was turned around, you quickly grabbed his bag, stuffing three of the best pictures he took into it. You quickly shoved it back in place and got dressed.

You sat back on the bed with him, talking for a while before the rest of the aphrodite cabin started pouring in.

"What's he doing in here?" One of your sisters asked.

"We were just talking." You said, he nodded and gave them each a small smile as they looked at him. He grew uncomfortable soon, however.

"I should probably get going, I'll see you tomorrow." He said, standing up quickly, leaving the cabin. You furrowed an eyebrow and followed after him.

"Wait, Luke!" You called his name; he turned around and looked at you, his bag slung on his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Goodnight." You said, but he felt like there was more you wanted to say.

"You got out here, in the cold, to tell me goodnight?" He cocked his head to the side. You swallowed now and walked closer to him.

You both stared at each other for a moment, and he gazed into your eyes with such love, how could you resist him anymore?

As his hand reached for your face, your heart started racing. You both leaned in closer and closer until your lips met. It felt like a dream come true, but this was real. Your mind was blown away by the softness of his lips as you traced your finger over his scar. The moment was electric, and you couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"Is this real?" you asked shakily once your lips left his. He chuckled and nodded.

"Goodnight," he said, giving you one last kiss on your forehead before leaving.

As soon as you entered the Aphrodite cabin again, the girls around you looked at you, all expecting an explanation.

"I kissed him!" you squealed, screams erupt, and Luke could hear it as he was walking towards his own cabin, small smirk on his face.

And when he opened up his bag, reaching for his book, 3 polaroids were on top. He had a smile on his face as he looked through them.

[stevesbipanic]

Steve's only 25 when it all catches up to him.

It starts off small, things people wouldn't even be able to tell is an early sign of something wrong. Misplacing keys, forgetting which day he has his shifts, what time he's supposed to get Robin. Robin notices though.

Robin knows Steve always keeps his keys on the hook next to Eddie's by the front door, that's where he always finds them, he's not misplacing the keys, he's forgetting the hook exists.

Robin knows Steve has the same shifts every week, they never change because they line up with Eddie's at the record store nearby. Robin knows Steve isn't forgetting what time he's supposed to pick Robin up, he's forgetting Robin moved away a few months ago after she graduated college.

Robin keeps noticing when the kids start calling her because the little things are becoming big things.

Robin notices when Dustin calls and tells her Steve thought he and Suzie were back together, "Like how crazy is that we broke up two years ago, I don't think I've even mentioned her lately."

Robin notices when Lucas calls and tells her Steve asked when his next game was, "The season ended months ago, he came to the finals."

Robin notices when Max calls and whispers softly, "He asked to take me to the skatepark, Robin, I told him I had to help mum. He's forgotten I'm blind Robin."

Robin wished she'd noticed sooner, maybe years ago when Steve was getting knocked around a lot. She wished she'd screamed in the face of those Russians to take her instead. She wished a lot of things when Eddie called her.

"He's in hospital, Birdie, he collapsed at work."

Robin is back in Chicago for the first time since she graduated. She wished she'd visited sooner.

"Do you think the feds are gonna let me go soon, Robbie? I mean it usually doesn't take this long for them to bring me the NDAs."

Robin hopes Steve doesn't notice her eyes going glossy as she runs her fingers through his hair, "Don't worry Stevie, I'm sure they'll be in soon, Dusty is probs just arguing over something in his."

"At least he isn't having to explain he raised a demodog. Did I ever tell you about that Robbie?"

Robin smiles softly, "Yeah but tell me again, don't want to forget any of it."

Eddie gives Robin the gist of what the doctors said, Eddie didn't understand much, a lot of technical words and shit. Too many concussions, more than they knew about most likely. They say it'll probably get worse with no timeframe of how quickly it'll happen, there might be good days, there will be a lot of bad days.

The first bad day comes a week later. Steve barely remembers Eddie, trapped in a time when Eddie was just the kids DM. Eddie sobs in the corridor in Robin's arms. The next day it's like nothing happened and Steve gets discharged. They tell Steve, this time Eddie is the one to comfort him.

"I don't want to forget you Eds."

"It's okay if you do, sweetheart, I'll still be here."

It's Robins idea to start writing everything down. Eddie, Nancy and the kids all help. Filling journals upon journals of stories and pictures of Steve's life to help on the bad days. Steve has to quit his job, Robin moves back to Chicago, they make it work.

On bad days depending on how far back Steve is Dustin or Robin or Eddie will read through the books with him, filling in the gaps of what he needs. On the worst days, Eddie leaves the pile of journals on the bed with a note and waits downstairs to see if Steve will join him later.

They make it work for a few years. Steve celebrates his 30th birthday with perfect clarity. He writes himself an entry in the journal next to a big group picture with Steve and Eddie's matching rings showing.

That July, over a decade since Starcourt, Steve is in hospital again. He'd collapsed at breakfast. Eddie had thought it was going to be one of their good days, Steve had woken up fine, all his memories in tact if a little fuzzy. He'd made them coffee and giggled at Eddie's singing while he made them eggs and just like that it all came crashing down.

Steve's brain is shutting down. They don't know if he'll make it past Christmas. There's more bad days after that. More days with books left on the bed. Most days Steve doesn't even come downstairs. On the good days, Eddie always calls off work. He'd rather be fired than miss a single second of Steve smiling at him like he does, so full of love.

They have Christmas, the whole family comes, they have to bring every chair from around the house and squish in around the table just to fit but it's perfect. Steve sits between Robin and Eddie, face bright and full of love and life. Everyone gives him the tightest hug as the night closes, all lingering, afraid of letting go.

"I love you, dingus."

"I love you too, Robbie."

Later, upstairs in their room, Steve and Eddie go through all the journals, laughing softly at each little note the kids have left. Steve writes his little journal entry, a tradition of good days, and curls into Eddie's arm whispering soft loving words to each other before falling asleep.

Steve never wakes up.

The funeral happens shortly after, all of the family is still in town. Robin holds Eddie afterwards as they go through the journals together. When they get to the last page, they struggle not to smudge the ink with their tears.

Dear Eds and Robbie,

I don't know how many more good days I'm going to get so I'm leaving this here for you now. I love you both so much, you're equally my soulmates and I want you two to look after each other while I'm gone.

Robs, go travelling with Nancy, ok? Thank you for looking after me all these years but it's time for you to go look after yourself. Go see the world for me, tell me all about it wherever I am when you get back.

Eddie, I'm sorry we didn't get as much time as we hoped, I hope you know that even just a day with you has been worth a lifetime with anyone else. Go follow your dreams, write music, perform, show the world how amazing I know you are. I give you full permission to fall in love with whoever you meet along the way, I don't want either of you guys to be alone.

Thank you for giving me a life worth remembering.

Your Dingus,

Stevie

[gguk-n]

Chapter 5- The Finish Line

Arranged For Love (Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader)

Series Masterlist

Summary- And they lived Happily Ever After

No face claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest

Warning- Mention of death

Carlos and his family flew in for the funeral. He saw his wife, a shell of a person she was. She couldn't stop crying and barely ate anything. "Y/N, you have to eat. Grandma wouldn't be happy if you do this" Carlos reasoned. "If she's that unhappy, tell her to come and feed me herself" Y/N stated. Carlos hugged her, rubbing her back. "Everything will be okay. She's in a better place" Carlos whispered. "I just wish that better place was still with us" Y/N cried. The families stayed for a couple days, wishing their final good byes to Anika.

Once the burial was done and everyone had settled back home, "You should move in with me" Carlos said as he was getting ready to leave. "A change of scenery would do you well." Carlos explained. "I'll probably be going back to college. The restrictions are easing up and classes for the next semester will be on campus" Y/N said. "Until then you can come to the races with me" Carlos smiled. Y/N nodded. "I'll see you at your home race then" she said.

2021

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y/n.y/l/n Home Race!!!🍾🎉

carlossainz55 you should come to all the races now❤��� landonorris it was so nice meeting the woman he wouldn't stop talking about🤔 charles_leclerc landonorris I agree🤌 avathetraveller the date vibes are emmaculate👌👌 user3 who is this and why is she posting Carlos?🙄🙄

2022

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y/n.y/l/n Finally done with college until I decide to get another degree😏

carlossainz55 so proud of you, hermosa😘😘 landonorris congratulations❤️ scuderiaferrari we might have an opening if you're looking for a job🫣 y/n.y/l/n scuderiaferrari yes please🥹 charles_leclerc congratulations❤️ user4 the last picture...I have many questions😅😅

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y/n.y/l/n Life for the past few months🤭🤭

carlossainz55 best birthday yet❤️😏 Liked by Author maxverstappen1 you're worse than I am at golf and that's saying something🫣 y/n.y/l/n maxverstappen1 Shut up! I will not take this slander. I started like a few weeks ago, unlike somebody😤😤 user5 I think she's dating Carlos, what a life?!🥺🥺 user6 I wish I was her, dating Carlos and travelling the world😭😭 user7 Carlos cooking will be the death of me🤤🤤

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y/n.y/l/n From only being able to FaceTime you to being able to kiss you whenever I want, we've come a long way😭😭

carlossainz55 yes we have. Also the last picture is a lie, I'll have everyone know😤 y/n.y/l/n carlossainz55 please, you parents follow me😭 carlossainz55 to my parents, you might be grandparents soon😏 y/n.y/l/n carlossainz55 OMG!! I hate you😣😣 carlossainz55 y/n.y/l/n no you don't😉😏 user8 OK, TMI GUYS TMI🙄🙄 user9 we might have Carlos jr jr, IDK how I feel about that🫣🫣 user10 she's so cute, kinda hard to hate on her😤😪 user11 LDR to moving in, I'm so happy for them😭 user12 Carlos is a menace😂😂

2023

After moving in together, the two of them were enjoying spending more time together. They were cuddling in bed when Carlos realised that he really loved her and he couldn't imagine his life without her. He did like her when they got married but he felt like she deserved everything since she made him so happy and content.

That's when Carlos put his plan into action. He never got the chance to propose to her so he decided to plan a trip and flew them out to the French country side. He had everything planned. They drove up to the location which he had disappeared off to decorate a few hours back. Y/N had no clue that Carlos was planning something like this. Her jaw was on the floor when she saw the set up; she had tears in her eyes. "For me?" she asked. "Only for you" Carlos said. As the two sat together watching the beautiful scenery, "Y/N, I've known you only for a few years but you've made my life so much better. I can't imagine my life without you. Every day I thank your grandmother for bringing us together." Carlos said. "I love you Carlos, you make me so happy" Y/N smiled back, holding in tears. "I love you so much that's why, even though we are married" Carlos laughed pulling out a ring, Y/N's eyes widened, she saw Carlos get on one knee, "Will you marry me? Again" Carlos asked. "yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I'd marry you a thousand no a million times" she shouted hugging him.

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y/n.y/l/n He proposed🥹🥹

carlossainz55 I want to spend the rest of eternity with you❤️ carlossainzoficial the cutest couple landonorris about time😌 charles_leclerc congratulations!!🎉 scuderiaferrari we are so happy for the couple❤️ fernandoalonso congratulations you both! user13 OMG!! Carlos is engaged!!!🥲🥲 user14 The proposal is straight out of Pinterest😭😭 user15 I'm kinda excited to see their wedding pictures now😭 user16 did Carlos plan the proposal out on his own?? he's so romantic🥲

2024

Carlos and Y/N decided to renew their vows on their 4th anniversary. The other's had no clue that this was a vow renewal and thought that the pair were finally getting married after dating for 4 years.

Ava planned a crazy bachelorette for Y/N with all their friends from school and university.

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y/n.y/l/n I think I drank my weight in alcohol last night👌👌

avatraveller best bachelorette ever🤤🤤 jessiejames Can't believe you're getting married🤧🤧 alexandrasaintmleux prettiest bride to be ever!!🥵🥵 user17 I'm laughing🤣🤣🤣 user18 I want to be friends with her, they look like a lot of fun🥹🥹 user19 the theme of the party is killing me😂😂 user20 she has the best friends🥹🥹

Everyone had gathered for the wedding. All the drivers, both their families and friends were invited. Everyone who wasn't at their first wedding didn't know that this was a second one. Y/N still wore the necklace her grandmother gave her on her wedding day.

As Carlos waited for Y/N to walk down the aisle with her dad, Ivan had tears in his eyes as he walked his daughter down the aisle for the second time but this time without his mother. Y/N reassured her dad. He placed Y/N's hand in Carlos's.

The pair faced each other and the officiant began. It was Carlos's turn to say his vows; "I've known you for 4 years. I'm the luckiest man alive to have met someone who understands me so well and supports me. I'm so happy that your grandma played cupid. I promise to keep you happy forever. I knew I would be getting married but I didn't think I'd be lucky enough to marry the love of my life twice" Carlos finished. An audible gasp was heard from the crowd. "I would marry you a billion times. Carlos Sainz, you make me so happy and I'm also happy my grandma was a nosy woman. Being with you makes even the gloomy days sunny. You are the only man I want to spend the rest of eternity with" Y/N said. The officiant began, "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two beautiful souls. Do you, Carlos Sainz Junior, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" Carlos responded, "I do." "Do you, Y/N Y/L/N , take Carlos Sainz Junior to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" he asked Y/N. She responded, "I do." "By the power vested in me by the state and the Church, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." the officiant said. Carlos leaned in and captured Y/N's lips in a kiss.

The wedding was buzzing with the new information Carlos had just released. Everyone was busy asking them when they got married, they had power point presentation from their previous wedding playing. Everyone was very annoyed at them for hiding it. "In our defence you guys never asked" Carlos said. "What do you mean never asked? You announce stuff like this" Lando whined. "Sorry Lan, at least you got to be in this one" Y/N cooed. "I'm not a child. I hate you both" Lando groaned. "Maybe he's tired." Y/N told Carlos while looking at him. "Get some rest" Y/N told Lando, patting his back.

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y/n.y/l/n Did we get married or renew our vows? The world will never know👀👀

landonorris still can't believe I was lied too🤧🤧 lewishamilton Congratulations!!❤️ charles_leclerc I'm still shocked😔 alexandrasaintmleux It's okay you lied, at least you're pretty🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Liked by Author danielriccardo top 10 f1 betrayals🙃 fernandoalonso congratulations to the couple😊 user21 OMG!! WHAT??!!😳😳 user22 Carlos was always married? For how long?😮😮 user23 IDK if I should laugh or cry😧😧 user24 My whole world turned upside down🫨🫨

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y/n.y/l/n Happy to announce carlossainz55 put a baby in me😏👌

carlossainz55 I take full responsibility🤤😏 carlossainzoficial Congratulations!! Can't wait to be a grandpa landonorris already making a McLaren jumpsuit for the baby😌 charles_leclerc so happy the jumpsuit made it into the announcement☺️ alexandrasaintmleux the prettiest pregnant lady I know😍😍 avathetraveller I'm ugly crying!!😭😭 y/n.y/l/n avathetraveller don't. I'll cry too😭 scuderiaferrari new driver🤔 y/n.y/l/n scuderiaferrari he would be if his dad was still driving for the team🤯 user25 okay Y/N popped off on Ferrari, also boy dad Carlos🤔 maxverstappen1 redbull jumpsuit on the way y/n.y/l/n maxverstappen1 I mean 🙂‍↕️😏 fernandoalonso I feel so happy y/n.y/l/n fernandoalonso I believe you'll be on the grid by the time our child gets there☺️☺️ user26 we're getting a mini Carlos or Y/N. Can't wait!!🥹 user27 This is such a happy news after the train wreck in the past few weeks😭 user28 I'm happy Carlos has something happy to look forward too😭😭 user29 did Y/N just reveal the gender? (Its a boy, I think) Don't tell her🤫🤫

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y/n.y/l/n Stress is bad for the baby but this man made me go throw a hurricane of emotions in the last 2 weeks. Still so proud of you baby

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2025

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carlossainz55 To the best few years of my life!! Can't wait for many more🥂

y/n.y/l/n Can't wait to have more of your babies if they look this cute😏😏 carlossainz55 y/n.y/l/n I hope you're ready😏 landonorris I was gonna say something nice but no, you guys are nasty🤢🤮 y/n.y/l/n landonorris shut up🤬 alex_albon Lily might kidnap your kid the next time he comes😔😣 y/n.y/l/n alex_albon can she kidnap me too??😖😖 carlossainz55 y/n.y/l/n what do you mean by that??😤 user34 they are so chaotic, I love it🤣🤣 user35 Congratulations dad Carlos❤️❤️ user36 Can't believe they didn't name him Carlos the third🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ user37 user36 I think I would kill my baby daddy if he did something like that🤦‍♀️😟 user38 cutest family on the grid❤️ user39 I already know the kid probably has his own kart😳 user40 a couple more years and he'll be a karting champion😭😭

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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Eighteen - School Is Scary

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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When Y/N got back from her date with Daniel, Milo was already asleep. "Thank you so much, Mol," she said as she fished her purse from her bag.

Mollie thanked her and took her leave. As she did, Daniel walked into the house. He loved the house. It was small and cute and oh so her.

She took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. Daniel couldn't stop grinning as he followed her into one of the few rooms at the top of the stairs. There was a faint glow coming from beneath Milo's door, which was completely shut, but they pushed on to the bedroom.

She switched the light on and let Daniel into her bedroom. "It's not huge, I know, but I promise it's comfortable," she said and Daniel shrugged off his jacket.

"It's perfect," he said, hanging it over the back of the chair in the corner of the room. "The size just means I'll have to hold you closer," he said and pulled off his tie.

She couldn't help but smile as she looked down at her feet. "Corny," she mumbled, but that smile on her face was undeniable. She quickly got changed out of her dress and into a pair of cosy pyjamas. "I'm going to go and check on Milo. Feel free to make yourself comfortable," she said and walked out of the room.

Daniel did just that. He stripped himself down to his boxers and took a look around the room. There were pictures up on the walls, one of baby Milo, crawling on all fours towards the camera. He had a smile on his face as he crawled through the grass.

The next picture was of the cat, Poppy if Daniel remembered rightly. He looked from picture to picture. There were no pictures of her ex, but that was understandable. But there were no pictures of her family, either. Daniel found that a little strange, but he didn't question it.

Soon Y/N returned to the bedroom just in time to see Daniel climbing into bed. He held the blanket out and she yawned before climbing under the covers with him.

Immediately, Daniel wrapped his arms around her. His nose was pressed against her neck and he let out a content breath. "This is so cosy," he said and she nodded her head, lifting his hand to her lips and pressing a kiss against his skin.

"Goodnight, Danny," she whispered, gripping his fingers.

"Goodnight," Daniel whispered and kissed the back of her neck.

They woke up like that, still holding each other. The sun had only just risen and the both of them were incredibly tired. There was a satisfying ache between her thighs as she got up. "Breakfast?" She offered, taking Daniels hands and pulling him up from the bed.

As soon as he was standing, his arms were wrapped around her and he kissed the top of her head. "I should probably get going before Milo wakes up," he muttered.

She gave him a pout, but she understood. Daniel was giving her a chance to tell Milo before they surprised him like this.

While he got dressed, she watched him. Watched the way he moved, how he covered up his tattoos with his clothes. As Daniel pulled on his shoes, Poppy the cat pushed open the bedroom door and made herself comfortable on the bed, in the space Daniel had left warm for her.

As soon as Daniel was dressed, she grabbed a hold of the tie around his neck and pulled him towards her. She pressed a kiss to his lips and Daniel wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"I have to go," he whispered, his forehead against hers.

Nodding her head she pulled away. "Come on," she whispered and laced her fingers through hers. They crept along the short hallway, past Milo's room and down the stairs. Carefully, Y/N pulled open the front door and stepped aside to let Daniel outside.

Just outside if the front door he stopped and turned back to her. His hands cradled her face and he kissed her again. He'd never stop, if he had the choice.

But he pulled away slowly. "I'll see you soon," he said and pecked her lips once more.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Daniel walked away from the house. She couldn't look away, not until he was out of view. Even then, she could barely pull herself inside.

It was only when there was a noise from upstairs, creaking floorboards and a squeaky door, that she closed the front door and turned around. Y/N walked up the stairs, always looking through the banister at Milo's door. "Munchkin, are you awake?" She called as she walked up the stairs.

Milo didn't walk out of his own bedroom. He walked out of his mothers bedroom, clutching Rexy in his hands. He rubbed at his eyes and walked towards her, letting out a little yawn.

"Should we go have some breakfast?" She suggested as she crouched down to his height.

Milo nodded his head and the two of them headed down the stairs. He sat in his usual seat at the kitchen table and sat Rexy in the seat beside him. "How about some pancakes?" She asked, pulling the ingredients out of the cupboard.

Again, Milo nodded. It wasn't lost on his mother just how quiet she was being. But she played music, singing along as she mixed the pancake batter and poured it into little circles in her pan. She flipped them until they were golden on both sides, plated them up, poured on the syrup and placed them in front of Milo.

She grabbed her own pancakes and sat opposite him. "Was Mollie fun last night?" She asked him. Milo nodded his head. He didn't use his knife and fork to cut his pancake, instead grabbing it with both hands and ripping off little chunks.

"Munchkin," she said, putting down her own knife and fork. "Is everything okay?"

"Mollie said school is scary."

They were the first words Milo had said all morning. Mollie said school is scary. Shit, she hadn't expected Mollie to say anything to Milo about school. In just a few months he'd be starting his first year at school. No more daycare, he'd be going into education.

She'd wanted to send him to the same school as Olivia, but she and Daniel hadn't been that close when she was looking at school. No doubt Olivia would be going to one of the best schools Daniel could find, but Y/N couldn't afford that for Milo. She had to send him to what was closest.

She didn't know what Mollie, Mollie who was still in high school, had said to Milo, but it was clear it had terrified him. But she couldn't blame Mollie, she didn't know what she was doing.

Y/N pushed her chair back and walked around the table, joining Milo at his side. "Munchkin," she said as she got down to his level. "I promise you, you don't need to worry about school. It'll be different and unfamiliar, but everybody around you will be thinking the same thing. It will be new for everyone and you have nothing to be worried about."

He sniffed but nodded his head. "I guess," He mumbled, picking up the next pancake. "Do you think Olivia will be in my class?"

She sat there still for a moment. It was something she was going to speak to Daniel about, but she didn't know how to bring it up. "Maybe," she said and stood up straight, ruffling his hair before she returned to her seat.

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Daniel picked Olivia up from daycare on Tuesday. It was his week to have her, but he was jetting off to the last grand prix before the summer break. He and his ex had come to an agreement. He'd get Olivia for tonight, would get to say goodbye to her before he set off.

I know what you guys are thinking, why isn't Olivia staying with her grandparents, or even Y/N? There were better people she could stay with than her mother while she was supposed to be with her father. But as soon as summer break hit, Daniel got Olivia for two weeks. He was taking her to their house in Monaco, and then to Texas. He got Olivia for two weeks, so her mother got her for two weeks before.

Y/N picked Milo up from daycare on Tuesday. Neither of them had told the kids yet. Tonight, they had texted each other. They were going to tell Milo and Olivia that night.

They stood together outside of the daycare, waiting for the kids like they always did. "Come with us to Monaco and Texas," he said. He wouldn't hold her, not until they had told the kids.

"Danny, I can't," she whispered, shaking her head. "I can't get the time off."

"Just Monaco, then."

She looked at him, looked at the way he was looking at her, and nodded her head. "Just Monaco."

Perfect, Daniel could live with that. Actually, he was incredibly happy with that. He didn't kiss her. As much as he wanted to, he didn't kiss her. Not until they told the kids.

When Milo and Olivia came running out of daycare, Daniel and Y/N resisted the urge to step away from each other. "Great news, badger," said Daniel as Olivia came running towards him. She slipped off her bag and handed it to her father. "Y/N and Milo are gonna join us in Monaco."

Olivia gasped, her eyes lighting up. She immediately turned her attention to Milo. "Really? You're coming to Monaco with us?" She asked, unable to hide her smile.

Milo looked at her mother. "Yeah, munchkin," she said and took his bag. "We're going to Monaco."

Suddenly Olivia grabbed Milo's hands. "We're going to Monaco!" She cried as they both jumped up and down.

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Betrayal x 2 | Part 2

Summary: Part two of Betrayal x 2. If you haven't read it, I suggest reading that before reading this. It's right before this one!

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, talking about what previously happened, threesome, hair pulling, biting, scratching, oral (all), unprotected sex, creampie, filth

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Part One

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Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You knew it was a lot to ask, you weren't sure how anyone would react after it was all out on the table.

"So.." you say breaking the semi long silence that followed Colby asking Jake, "What are..um, whatcha thinking?"

"I mean.." Jake laughs, "I'm just.." he trails off and you close your eyes as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"I mean, I'm not going to lie to you Colby, she was.. pretty fucking good.. and I'm a weird guy, who likes weird shit, and this to me is so fucking weird.." Jake continues laughing before letting out a long dramatic sigh, "So why not."

Colby didn't say anything, which you knew he was probably second guessing it, hoping Jake would have said no.

"Okay.." you nod to yourself, "So. I'll, um.. talk to Colby then I'll call you or something. Okay, Jake?"

"Okay, yeah just hit my line or whatever." He laughs slightly and you smirk, "I will. Bye."

"Bye." Jake hangs up and you pause before sighing, "Colby?"

"Yeah?" Colby's voice is low and you lay back, laying your phone on your chest, "Do you not want to do this? "

"No, I do. I just.. can I see you before we bring him into it? I just want one conversation with you, face to face."

You chew your lip, "I need to get dressed."

"That's fine. Take your time, all the time you need. I know it's a lot."

You can tell Colby was trying to contain his excitement from you agreeing to see him.

"I'll text Kat and let her know that I'll be going over." You get up to change your clothes and Colby clears his throat, "Sorry I'm just a little nervous.."

"Tell me about it." You laugh slightly, "Okay.. I'll, um.. I'll be over soon."

"Okay. Drive safe."

You could tell Colby wanted to throw in an 'I love you', but you weren't ready for that, "I will." You hang up, immediately calling Kat.

"Hey, you okay?" She answers and you smile slightly, "Yeah, I'm good. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going over.." you sigh, "To see Colby."

"Are you?" She asks surprised, "Are you sure you're ready for that?"

"We just spent the last hour on the phone, talking about stuff so.. I think so. I don't know." You grab your keys and walk down the steps, listening as she tells Sam that he needs to come back to her place.

"Why? Is everything okay?" He asks in the background, and you can just picture his face when she tells him you're going to see Colby, "Really? I mean that's good right?"

"Yeah, I hope." Kat says, "again if you need anything, call me."

"I will. I'll keep you updated." You open the door and hang up, taking a deep breath as you walk to your car.

The whole way to Colby's, you were shaking. 

You were still mad, but at the same time, you feel like you didn't have the right to, considering he watched you fuck Jake.

You sit in your car for a few moments, composing yourself, basically preparing for all the feelings you're about to feel when you see his face for the first time in a week.

That's the longest you went without seeing Colby. Most was three days, but seven was a lot harder than you ever thought.

You get out, shutting your door before looking up at the house as you walk towards the door.

As you go to knock, the door opens and Colby is standing there. His eyes are bloodshot and slightly puffy. He looks exhausted.

"Are you okay?" Your eyes move over his face, "You look li-"

"Like I haven't slept in days? Yeah, I really haven't.." he laughs slightly as he moves for you to come in, "Everything has just been eating at me. What I did was.." he shuts the door and turns to face you, "Completely fucked up."

You nod, "I know you say it, but Colby.. I live by actions speak louder than words and-"

"That's why I said about Jake. I don't know if it's for me, you or both, but I just.. I can't sleep without you.. knowing that I hurt you, I want to do anything I can to resolve this, y/n."

"Jake doesn't have to be apart of this.." you shrug, "If you do-"

"Everything I said on the phone, y/n.. I meant." He swallows as you see his eyes getting glassy, "I really.." his voice cracks, "I really just want to do anything I can to.." he motions to you and you look away, the burning of tears welling causes you to blink a few times.

"Why did you do it?" You look back at him, "Why her?"

He shrugs, "I honestly can't give you an answer because I genuinely don't know. I was having doing shots with Reece and Miles, then all of a sudden I was taken back to that living room thing and she was just.. there."

"Well there was your first problem, Reece and Miles aren't ever any good. You know that." You pause and take a quiet breath, "Did you think it was me? Or.. because I know for a fact if I was as drunk as you, all I would want is you."

You lick your lips, "I'm sorry. I just.. on the way over I told myself I wasn't going to bombard you with questions.."

"No, no. Ask away. Anything to.. I guess help?" Colby shrugs, "I don't know, but anything you want to know I'll be honest, y/n. Please."

"I just.. I don't feel like I have a right to be mad at you because I fucked one of your close friends right in front of you." You look at him, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous of a sentence that sounds.

He tries not to laugh, "That.." he shakes his head, "Oh my god. What the hell happened to us?"

You shrug, laughing slightly, "I have no fucking idea."

He walks over to you, "I do know, that she wasn't you. She'll never be you. No one has treated and supported me in the ways that you have and no matter what happens to us, I will forever be greatful for you."

In this moment, you feel like you're just y/n and Colby.

No drama. No pain. No hurt. No betrayal.

You felt like it should always feel.

"I love you." You look up at him, "I mean that."

He brings his hand up, slowly brushing it against your cheek, "I love you more than words can ever say. I'm sorry that I did what I did. It wasn't.. I didn't even think that would have happened."

"I just.. I can't just go back to us.. we won't be the same." You lay your hand on your forehead, stepping back from him, "We aren't the same, anymore Colby."

"So then.." he steps towards you, "Then we accept the new us."

"The new us? What does that mean?" You look at him, dropping your hand to your side, "Look, I want to, but I don't think I can trust you at parties again, or even anywhere.. not for a while. What I saw will always be in the back of my mind."

"Then I won't go to parties and where I go, you go." He shrugs and you laugh, "Colby. You have to go to parties. Thats you and Sam's thing."

"I already told Sam I'm done. If he wants to go, I'll be at home sick, or something." He shakes his head as he moves closer to you, "There's nothing in this world that means more to me than you. Nothing. I know I tainted that, and like you said you can't really trust me, right now."

He cups your cheeks, "But I just.. I'll do anything to get you back home."

"Is what you said true?" You look up at him, "About the whole Jake thing?"

He nods, "Yeah."

"Were you angry when you walked in on us?" You  stare up at him as he nods, "Yeah, actually, I was.. I wanted to beat his ass."

You nod slightly and Colby raises his brows, "I'm serious. I've never been that pissed at Jake before, but once I realized that you were doing it to get back at me, as much as I hated it, I just had to take it. Even if I was joined in, something in me just didn't think I deserved it."

"He told me I should have socked you." You smirk, "He said it would have been sexy as hell."

"I would have taken it. I deserved it. I still do." Colby drops his hands and sighs, "I know I say it, and trust me, I plan on doing everything I can to make it up to you, but I am so, so, so sorry, baby."

"You'd keep doing the whole.. threesome thing?" Your eyes bounce from the floor to his and he nods, "If that's what you want.." he chuckles and you tilt your head, "Why?"

"I don't know.." Colby shrugs, "..It was just something about how Jake got so protective over you.. I just.. I liked that."

"You won't get mad?" You cross your arms and Colby runs a hand over your hair, "If it will make us stronger as a couple, I'll make out with him." (A/n: I personally WOULD love that because I am a freak.)

Your brow twitches as his words intrigue you, "Really?"

"Well.." Colby laughs, "I mean.. I don't know, really.. I just know that I'll do whatever makes you happy in order to be your safe place again."

A small smile appears on your lips and it makes Colby smile, "What do you say?"

You bite your lip, "I say.." your arms move to lay on his shoulders, "Are you calling Jake or am I?"

He laughs slightly and you watch him look from your lips to your eyes. You tilt your head, "Kiss me."

Within a second, his lips are on yours and he's pulling you close to him.

"I'm sorry." He whispers against your lips, "I'm so. So. Sorry."

You shake your head, laying your hands on the side of his face, "Colby.. Colby." You tilt your head back, looking into his watery eyes, "We need to move past this."

He nods, "I know, but I just-"

"I know, baby. I know." You run your hand through his hair, "Let's just.. forget about this for right now and just have a good night. Okay?"

He sighs, "Yeah, yeah okay."

"Do you want me to call him?" You bite your lip and Colby nods with a smirk, "Yeah."

"Okay." You reach into your back pocket and pull your phone out, clicking on Jake's name as you rest your head on Colby's shoulder.

Colby kisses your head, resting his cheek on it as he listens to the line ring on speaker.

"What's crackalackin' good lookin'?" Jake answers and you laugh, "Hey.. so. I'm here with Colby." You look up at Colby's and he smiles down at you.

"What's the verdict? Is he guilty and spending the rest of his life in the clink?" Jake laughs and Colby smiles, "Only if you'll be the officer on duty."

You smirk and Jake lets out a low, "Oooh. You got it big daddy."

Colby laughs, "so does that mean you're coming over?"

"Is that you inviting me over?" Jake asks and you laugh, "No, that's us telling you to come over."

"Now, hold on. Wait a minute. Back it up a few inches please." Jake laughs slightly, "This isn't a set up, is it? I'm not going to get my ass beat?"

"No. I'm not going to beat your ass, Webber." Colby chuckles and Jake sighs, "I was talking about y/n, thought maybe she regretted it, but that's slightly reassuring too, Colby."

You laugh, "Oh yeah. Totally going to kick your ass when I see you."

"As long as you promise to bend me over and smack my ass a few times." Jake jokes and you sigh, "I'll see what I can do."

"Sexy." Jake says, "I'll be over in a few."

"See you then." You hang up and look at Colby, "You sure?"

"In this moment. I have never been more sure about anything in my life other than wanting you in it." Colby cups your cheeks and leans in to kiss you.

His kiss ignited the flame inside of you and you couldn't wait to be touched.

Colby leans back, "What?"

You shake your head, "I just.. can't wait to get to bed." He smirks, "Yeah, I get what you mean. Maybe we can.." he nods towards the couch, "Get things started while we wait on him."

You slide your hand into his and pull him towards the couch.

He follows you, smiling as you glance back at him. You sit down, him sitting next to you and you lay a hand on his chest, "I'm going to apologize in advance.."

You start and look up at him and he tilts his head as he lays his hand on yours, "For what, sweetheart?"

"For getting re - upset over the whole situation. I'm going to try not to, considering we're moving past it, but.. I can't make any promises."

He lifts his hand to brush hair from your face, "It's understandable so it's okay. We'll just, cross that bridge when we get there.. or bridges.."

He chuckles lightly and you nod, leaning in to you put lips on his. His hand slides down, gripping your waist and pulling you into his lap.

Your hands rest on his shoulders as your lips move in the same perfect sync as they usually do.

You grind down onto him, getting impatient as you just want to be touched already. Colby groans lowly against your lips, "Can't wait to taste you again."

You smirk and lean back, moving to get on your knees in between his legs. You reach up, undoing his pants and freeing his cock from his boxers.

He watches in awe as you take his cock into your hand, gently pumping it up and down as you glance up at him. You lick your lips, leaning forward as you circle the head of his cock with your tongue.

A gasp leaves his lips as his fingers grip the cushion of the couch, "Fuck."

You move your head down, flattening your tongue as you bob up and down slowly. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes fixed on you as you lean back, moving your hand up and bringing it back down so you can coat him in spit.

You stroke him a few times before leaning in, adding your mouth to the situation.

"Shit, babe. No one does it like you." Colby tilts his head back, bucking his hips slightly as he moans, "Fucking hell, baby."

The door bell rings and you lift your head, looking up at him with a smirk, "Our guest is here." You stand up, walking over to the door as Colby fixes himself and stands up.

You unlock the door, opening it to see Jake standing there, "Hey."

He smirks as he gives you a nod, "Hey." He walks in after motioning him to and he nods to Colby, "What's up, asshole." He laughs and Colby shakes his head, laughing at Jake teasing him, "Hey."

Jake turns and rubs his hands together, "So we gettin' right into doing the deed of darkness or what?"

You laugh and shrug, "I mean, I was already on my knees for Colby, so we can pick up there if you'd like."

Jake smirks as he raises his brows, "Oh yeah. Works for me." He follows Colby into the living room and they sit down on the couch.

You return to your position on your knees and undo Colby's pants before moving over to Jake and pulling down his plaid pajama pants.

You glance over at Colby, getting reassurance that he was okay before you pull out Jake's cock, biting your lip as you stroke him a few times.

You lean up, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking. He groans, eyes closing as he tilts his head back.

You reach over, pulling Colby's cock from his pants. You stroke him as you keep your mouth on Jake, working on taking more of Jake in.

Colby groans, bucking his hips as you slow your strokes down. You lift your head from Jake, moving over to now focus on Colby.

Your hand wraps around Jake's cock as your lips wrap around Colby.

A gasp leaves his lips, moaning lowly as he gently lays a hand on your head. You glance over at Jake and you love how he's staring at you.

His eyes are locked on yours, jaw slack as his brows twitch with each stroke of your hand.

You lean back, wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking both of them as your eyes flick back and forth between them.

You held the power.

And you were living for it.

"Come up here, baby." Colby holds his hand out and you get up, moving to straddle his lap. He pulls you in, kissing you as his hands slide down to remove your shirt.

He lifts it up over your head and tosses it on the floor. His hands move up, taking each boob into his hands and kneading them slowly.

A moan escapes your lips and you look over at Jake, reaching over to slide your hand onto the side of his neck and pull him in so you can kiss him.

He lays a hand on your back, leaning in more so he can kiss down your neck. Colby kisses down the other side and you gasp as they both start to give you hickies.

"Fuck." You breathe out, tangling your fingers into each of their hair.

Jake leans back and Colby nudges you to go over to him. You crawl over, straddling Jake as Colby leans forward to slip off his own shirt.

Your lips meet Jake's in a slow, heated passion. His hands slides up, fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples, earning moans from your lips.

"God you are so fucking sexy." Jake tilts his head back to look at you. You smile and look over Colby, "I know.." you look back at Jake, "Hence why I have both of you like this right now"

He smirks and shakes his head as you move to stand up, slowly pushing your sweats down, leaving you in your purple lace panties.

Their eyes rake over your body, eager to be inside of it.

"Get over here." Colby stands up, moving so you can sit down. He gets down onto his knees, hands running up your thighs as Jake moves closer, sliding a hand over your chest and up to your neck.

Colby hooks his fingers into the band of your panties and pulls them down. You lift your hips and he pulls them off, dropping them on the ground once they're over your ankles.

"Fuck." Colby whispers as he pushes your legs up and open. Jake hooks his arm under your leg, holding it up as Colby gently spreads your folds open with his thumbs, "You look so fucking good."

He leans in, tongue dragging up and down your pussy slowly. You arch your back, eyes rolling back as you moan.

Jake reaches over with his free hand, moving hair from your neck so he can place his lips on it. He kisses up, nipping your ear before whispering, "Can't wait to taste that pussy next."

You whimper at his words, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair as Colby pushes his tongue and out of you.

Jake drops his hand, gently rubbing your clit. You gasp, moaning louder as you clench around Colby's tongue.

Jake scoots down slightly, dipping his head down to take your one nipple into his mouth. You tilt your head back, mouth falling open as he sucks and gently bites down on it.

Colby's grip on your thigh tightens as he pushes his head into you more. Jake moves his hand from your clit, gripping the thigh he's holding up and pulling at your skin.

You snake your arm through and wrap your hand around Jake's cock, earring a low moan from him as you stroke him.

"Just like that." He whispers, "Fuck."

You turn your head, looking up at him as your face twists with pleasure. His eyes scan over your face before leaning in to kiss you.

He swallows your moans as Colby brings you close to your first orgasm. He moves his head up, sucking on your clit as he pushes two fingers into you.

You squeeze his fingers, moaning louder as he run that sweet spot inside of you, "Fuck, fuck."

"You gonna cum?" Jake asks as he kisses your face gently. You nod, "Y-yes." He gently bites down on your jaw as you tilt your head back, "Go ahead, babe. Cum for Colby."

You rest your head against Jake's chin, lifting your hand to lay on Colby's head, moaning loudly.

Your leg squeezes Jake's arm as your orgasm takes over, making your body shake with pleasure. A string of curse words leave your lips as you come down from the high.

Colby leans back, slowly pulling his fingers out to bring them to his lips. He groans at the taste of you on his fingers and you watch as his eyes lock onto yours.

He gets up and grabs your face and kisses you roughly. Your hands slide up his chest, digging your nails into his skin as he bites down on your lip, pulling it as he tilts his head back.

He nods towards Jake and you nod with a smirk. You turn to face him, laying your hands on his neck as you lean in to kiss him.

"Your turn." You whisper against his lips. He moves to lay you back on the couch, kissing down your body. You bite your lip, eyes lock on him as he kisses to your clit.

You let out a gasp, tilting your head back as his tongue swipes between your folds. You look down and bite your lip as he glances up at you.

He smirks before pushing his tongue into you, causing you to moan louder. Colby moves by your head, brushing hair from your face.

You look up at him, brows furrowed with pleasure as you move your hand down to search for his cock. He moves slightly, giving you enough room to wrap your hand around, stroking slowly.

He tilts his head, eyes moving between you and Jake.

Jake pushes your thighs open more, tilting his head as he moves closer to you. His arms slip under your legs to lay his hands on top of your hips.

"Fuck, yes." You moan out as your back arches off the couch. You squeeze Colby's cock, looking over at him, indicating that you want him in your mouth.

He stands up, resting on his knees on the edge of the couch and you sit up slightly to wrap your lips around his cock.

Colby groans as he lays a hand your head, gently pushing down. You take more of him in, closing your eyes as your moans are muffled around him.

"Fuck." Colby stares down at you, watching as you bob your head slowly. Your hips buck slightly as Jake's fingers press down on your clit, circling as his tongue pushes in and out.

You roll your hips, pulling your head back to moan as you feel close to orgasming again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You whine, tilting your head back, "Fuck."

Colby lays a hand on the back of your head, gripping your hair as he watches your face, "Cum for Jake, baby,"

You bite down on your lip, whimpering and moaning as Jake adds pressure to your clit. You reach down and lay a hand on his head, pushing his closer as you cum, moaning loudly.

Your body jolts has he continues to rub your clit, slowly stopping as he leans back.

Colby pulls you up into a sitting position and sits next to you. He pulls you into his lap, reaching down to hold his cock steady so you can sink down onto him.

You let out a moan as you dig your nails into his shoulders. Jake sits next to Colby, sliding a hand up your back and gripping the back of your neck.

He pulls you over to kiss you as you move your hips up and down. Colby’s hands tightly grip your waist as he tilts his head back to watch you make out with Jake.

Colby guides you up and down with his hands, groaning lowly as he slides a hand up to pull you away from Jake, replacing his lips with his own.

You make out with Colby, bouncing up and down on his cock as Jake watches.

“Fuck, fuck.” You tilt your head back, moaning loudly as you clench around him. You look down at him, biting your lip as you whimper, “S-so close.”

Colby leans in, kissing up and down your neck, adding another hickey or two to the ones you already have. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling as you sink all the way down.

You grind your hips down, whining as you cum, “Shit shit, yes.. yes!” You tilt your head down, roughly kissing him as you reach over, grabbing onto Jake as you lean over to kiss him.

Colby lifts you up and you move over to Jake, sliding down onto his cock. He groans into your mouth, sliding a hand up your back to press it firmly onto your skin, “Fuck.” He curses, “I’ve missed you.”

You smirk against his lips as you lift your hips up and sink back down a few times slow before getting into a bouncing rhythm.

Jake tilts his head back and you lean down to kiss up his neck, biting and sucking a hickey. He moans and bucks his hips upward, fingertips pushing into your skin.

You lean up, looking over at Colby. You lean over, laying a hand on his cheek as you kiss him. You kiss down to his neck, giving him a hickey to match Jake’s.

He moans and tangles his fingers into your hair, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You sit back up, grinding your hips down onto Jake as he watches you. His lip is tucked between his lip as he fights closing his eyes.

You run a hand through his hair, laying it on the side of his neck as you moan.

You were getting so tired from the repeated orgasms, but you were absolutely loving every second of it.

“I’m gonna cum..” Jake groans out, “Fuck, where do you want me?” His eyes lock onto yours and you bite your lip, glancing over at Colby.

“It’s wherever you want baby.” Colby bites his lip and smirks, “Tell him.”

You look back to Jake and breathe out, “in me.”

Jake groans and nods, “Fuck, okay.” Colby moves to stand up and Jake lays you down, picking up the thrusts for himself.

He dips his head down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and you arch you back, nails digging into his back as you squeeze his cock, “fuck, fuck fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

He moves his head up to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you cum around him. He’s soon to follow as you feel his thrusts get sloppy.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you whimper as he slowly pulls out. Colby takes his place, slipping his cock into your, now, extra wet cunt.

“Fuck.” Colby groans, “Not too much longer, baby.”

You nod as you lift your head to meet his, moaning into his mouth as his thrusts are punishing. His fingers dig into your thigh as he buries his face into your neck, “So fucking good.”

You open your eyes, locking them with Jake as he watches you. Your eyes roll back as your body is engulfed with nothing but pleasure once again.

Colby kisses up to your lips, pushing his cock into you fully before you feel him twitch. You moan at the feeling and thought of his cum mixing with Jake’s.

Colby pulls out, quickly grabbing his shirt to save any from dripping on the couch. He rubs your knee, “You okay?”

You nod, looking up at him as you try to catch your breath.

“No body tell Sam that we fucked on the couch.” Jake laughs, which causes you and Colby to laugh. Colby looks back at Jake as he slips on his pants, “Don’t worry. I already planned on keeping that between us.”

Jake gets dressed and walks over to you, bending down to press a kiss to your lips, “This was fun.”

You smile up at him, “Yeah, it really was.”

He turns to Colby and fists bumps him, “Glad you didn’t kick my ass.”

Colby laughs and nods, “Yeah, I don’t think y/n would have appreciated that very much.” He looks at you and you shake your head, “Not really.” You smile and let out a sigh as you sit up, “Thanks for coming over.”

Jake winks at you, “Anytime, sugar lips.”

You laugh and watch as Colby walks him to the door. They share a few words before Jake leaves and Colby comes back to you, “Come on. Let’s go get you cleaned up, I’m sure you could use a nap.”

“You have no idea.” You smile as you stand up, taking his hand into yours, “But I have one stipulation.”

“What’s that, babe?” Colby look down at you and you smile, “You have to nap with me.”

Colby presses a kiss to your forehead, “Done. And done.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Well guys.. how was part two? I don’t know what it is, but I always struggle with writing part twos to things, but I think this turned out alright.

Love you all, thanks for reading 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[skzimagines]

Summary::: In which Minho and reader are overly obsessed with one another, but neither of them have a clue… yet.

Warnings::: Suggestive?? Frat party, drinking... I think that's about it.

:)

(I might make a part 2 idk yet. Tell me what you guys think xoxo )

Minho

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Minho watched her, as she sat at a table with her friends, a few feet from the table he sat at with his. He hasn’t noticed, but he hasn’t taken his eyes from her since they’ve reached the spot about 15 minutes ago.

The way the light spring breeze pushes her hair from her face, letting the sunshine brightly against her skin. Causing a perfect glow to radiate off of it.

"Minho!" Changbin says, startling him from his thoughts, causing him to jerk at his voice. Minho lets out a soft "hmm?" In response, still not taking his off of her. "Listen, lover boy. Why don't you go over there and actually talk to her." Changbin suggests. "Yeah, right." Minho replies. "Why are you so scared?" Han asks. "I'm not scared, I'm just way out of her league." Minho states. Chan lets out a light "pfft" before a chuckle leaves his lips. "We all know you two would be the "it couple" on campus, if you'd actually make a move." He teases.

Minho rolls his eyes in defeat as they change the subject to something else. He takes a quick look at her before reaching for his phone and opening the Instagram app. He quickly types in her name before pressing on her profile. '1 new post' He opens it. It's a new selfie she must have just taken, considering she's in the same outfit and with the same people in the photo. With all of their faces in the frame, the only one he focuses on is hers. He takes a screenshot, before going over to his photos and cropping it only to her and saving it.

Minho lets out a sigh, looking through all of the photo's he has saved of her, knowing that if she knew what he has been doing, she would probably file a restraining order against him.

Y/N

I knew it was crazy, following his every move. But I just couldn't get enough of him, no matter how many pictures, how many stares or how many times I have rushed to the places he's at, just to sit as close as I possibly could to be near him without making it look obvious.

Which is what I'm doing now. I knew there were at least 5 other tables on campus that we could have sit at. But I knew him, and his friends sat at the table closest to the entry doors, near the only tree that makes any shade. So I choose to sit at the table only 10 yards away from them.

"What are you doing after this?" My friend Cam asks me. "I think I'm just going to go to the library after this, I have studying to do." I state. "Again? Do you do anything else?" My other friend Rachelle asks. "Why don't you come to the party tonight? I heard Minho's going" My OTHER friend Ash says, wiggling her eyebrows at me. A small blush forms on my cheeks. "I don't know, I don't even know what I would wear." I say, looking down at my ripped jeans and college t-shirt. "OH don't worry, I'll help you. Hell.. I'll have Minho crawling on his knees to you as soon as you walk through the door." Cam teases. I let out a chuckle. "Yeah, right." I say. They all know about my crush on Minho... they just don't know the extent to it.

"Fine... I'll go." I agree. They all cheer in unison. Causing the boys to look in our direction. What I failed to mention though, is Changbin and Cam have been "Friends that just cuddle together." At least that's what they tell everyone, for a little over a year now. So, Minho and I's friend groups sometimes get together. "Why do you have to be so loud?" Changbin asks Cam from his table. "Why do you have to care so much?" She asks him, throwing fire back at him. "Because I would prefer not to lose my hearing..." He jokes. "Move to a different table then! You know, you guys could be gentlemen and let us ladies sit in the shade." She exclaims. "Oh, so now I'm not a gentleman?" He asks in annoyance. "The fact you're sitting there, and we're here dying in the sun, says you're not." She says. "Thats not what you were saying last night." He finishes. Causing an eruption of laugher to descend from their table. And I wasn't about to lie, but I couldn't help but find his comment funny, before letting out a small chuckle. Cam lightly elbows me and tells me to shut up. Knowing Changbin has won this round. We were all used to their tiny arguments, and we have all told them that they should make what they have together exclusive. But they both claim that doing that would just make things complicated, and they like the way they have things going now.

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Minho

He catches himself doing it again, looking through her instagram and checking her story. Waiting to see if she’s going to the party. The guys are all getting ready. Minho looks up at the left corner of his phone screen, reading the time. ‘7:36.’ Only 20 minutes or so until the party starts. He’s about to give up on her coming, until his phone sends him a notification. ‘1 new post.’ His heart skips a beat at the sight. He clicks on it and it sends him to her story. It’s a video of her getting ready while the girls are in the background singing to the music on their speaker as she laughs at them. He takes a screenshot when her face lines up with the camera, showing her beautiful smile. He quickly goes to his photos, looking at the screenshot and taking in her smile.

“Minho, you coming?” Chan says, causing him to jump, yet again. Minho locks his phone, shoving it in his pocket before following Chan out the door.

Y/N

There’s only 3 minutes left until the party officially starts. But Ash is friends with the guy who’s throwing it, and wanted to be here early. There’s at least a hundred people here by now, and not one of them is him. I’ve been looking at the door for what feels like hours, but really has only been thirty minutes. “Why don’t you stop watching the door and come have some fun?” Cam asks, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the door. “Let’s go get a drink!” She shouts over the music. We make our way through sweating, drunk people dancing in the living room. I keep my head down, watching my feet as I walk, trying not to trip. As we make our way through the door, I bump into someone, causing them to slam into the door frame. I quickly look up and throw out a huge sorry. My eyes reach their face… it’s him. My heart skips a beat before pounding inside my chest intensely. Our eyes meet and they stay there, locked to each other as if they’ve been glued into this position, that is until Cam pulls me away. Our eyes stay locked until I’m on the back porch with Cam and Chan yells his name. ‘Oh god.. he probably hates me.’ I think to myself before Cam hands me a drink.

Minho

I watch her as Cam drags her out to the porch to the mini bar outback, until Chan calls my name. “Did you talk to her?” He asks over the music. I shake my head no. “Come on man! That was a perfect opportunity!” He says. He hands me a drink before continuing his conversation with a girl he’s already set his eyes on for the night.

It has been about an hour since the party has started, and at this point, no one plans on going home any time soon. I’m sat on the couch, next to Jisung and Felix, who also already found dates for the night. Multiple girls have come up and sat next to me, asking to dance or have a drink with them. I always kindly deny their offer, not being able to take my thoughts off of her. The way our eyes connected, and wouldn’t leave one another’s. I might be delusional, but my brain keeps telling me there was something there, maybe she felt it too.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when I spot her walking through the house, over to the table where the punch bowl is. I watch as she stands by the bowl with Ash, the way her skirt has rid up her thigh just a tiny bit, enough to give me enough view for my brain to wander. The way her chest has the slightest dampness on it, from being surrounded by so many people on such a hot night. The way she’s thrown her hair to the side, revealing the side of her neck. She’s perfect. Everything about her. My brain tells me to go talk to her, just get up and do it. But as soon as I stand from the couch to make my way over, I see a guy make his way toward her. My heart sinks on the spot. He walks up behind her with a drink in his hand, but before he taps her on the shoulder she turns around to walk away, running right into him. His drinks spills all over the front of her shirt, dripping down her legs. I watch as he nervously throws out apologies, while bending down to pick up the cup. ‘Idiot.. couldn’t grab her a napkin.’ I think to myself. I watch as she grabs a hand full of napkins from the table, trying to dab off the drink from her shirt, to which doesn’t work. ‘Now’s your shot Minho.. go!’ My brain tells me. My feet move before I realize what I’m doing. I make my way over to the table, making my way directly between the two of them and grab more napkins, handing them over to her. She holds out her hand to take the napkins and I notice her hand shaking. She gives me a small smile before letting out a small “thank you.” ‘She’s so into you.’ My head says again. I tell myself to shut up in my head. “Y..you’re welcome.” I spit out. I watch as she continues to dab at her shirt. “I umm.. I might have a uhh.. extra shirt in my car… if you need it?” I ask, awkwardly. More awkward than I thought it would come out. If I could I’d slap myself right now. Shaking the thought out of my head as she replies. “Oh… um, sure. I can always just call my roommate and see if she could bring me one, before I steal your clothes.” She says with a chuckle. I give her a smile and a nod. I watch as she reaches to the pocket of her skirt and pulls nothing out. She throws her head back with a groan. “Everything okay?” I ask, and clear my throat. Cursing myself for sounding so awkward. “I forgot I left my phone with cam.. and I’m pretty sure she’s with Changbin, and you and I both know what they’re doing and I have no other way to call for a ride or even call my roommate.” She says, I can tell how stressed she is by the look on her face. She still blurts out her worries before I cut her off. “Hey.. it’s alright. You can use my phone.” I explain. “We’ll go outside so you can call your room mate.” We head outside after she tells me thank you and that she owes me, to which I tell her not to worry about it.

Y/N

My nerves were through the roof at this point. Specially now being alone outside with Minho. We’re stood at the edge of the tree line as Minho pulls his phone from his pocket and hands it to me. “Thank you again.” I tell him with a small smile. I can’t help my hands from shaking as I take his phone from his hand. I tap his screen, taking notice in the three cats on his lock screen. “Cute.” I say with a giggle. I notice his cheeks turning pink before I swipe up to unlock his phone.

My heart stops at the next picture.

It’s me… from my story. I tap the screen, thinking he might have just been watching my story. But when the picture disappears into an entire folder of screen shots of me, my heart speeds up to the point it feels like it might break through my chest.

“Minho…” I whisper, not being able to find my voice. He looks over at me with a smile, before he sees the look on my face and his eyes make their way to his phone. He sees the album of photos on his screen, he takes a step forward, ripping the phone from my hands. “Shit! Y/n.. I..” he tries to form a sentence, but can’t seem to do so.

“I’m so sorry.” He lets out. Before fast walking back up to the house. Leaving me alone. My heart flutters, my mind races. ‘He likes me… he actually likes me.’ I think to myself. I don’t even have time to process that he may think I hate him, due to the fact that my body has exploded into complete numbness and excitement. The fact I was completely soaked and my crush had just ran away from me, didn’t even bother my brain at the moment.

Minho

I quickly make my way inside, finding Chan. “Hey…hey what’s wrong?” He asks, as I try to explain to him what’s happened in the most frantic way possible. “Wait… so you have an entire album of this girl on your phone, and she saw it?” He asks, after I’m able to explain everything. I nod my head, looking into his eyes for any suggestion he has. “Minho… what the fuck..” He sighs, throwing his head back.

Tears begin to well up in my eyes, I quickly close them, pushing them back in. ‘Don’t you cry... Don’t cry.’ I tell myself in my head. “Did she say anything?” He asks. I shake my head no. “Minho... I’ve got nothing... I mean... you’ve stalked the girl for over a year… Maybe you’ll get lucky and find out she feels the same?” He says more as a question, instead of with encouragement. I let out an aggravated sigh. "I'm gonna go home." I state with defeat. "Minho, don't leave. I'm sure she's had a few drinks, she won't even remember it tomorrow." He states, with more encouragement this time. But I knew better, she wasn't drunk. She only had a few drinks. I know, because I had been watching her all night... like a fricking creep. "Come on, lets go upstairs! They're playing beer pong!" He grabs my arm, exactly like Cam did to y/n when she accidently ran into me.

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Y/N

That's it. After standing by the tree line outside by myself like an idiot for over thirty minutes, trying to come up with a solution to this... I finally worked up the encouragement to come clean to Minho.

I make my way back inside, finding Ash next to the table I had just gotten my brand-new shirt destroyed at. "Ash!" I yell over the music. "What the hell happened to you?" She asks, pointing out my drenched shirt. "A story for a different time... have you seen Minho?" I ask in a rush. "Ohhhhh are you finally going to confess to him?" She teases. "Actually... yes, yes I am!" I say. She gives me a questioning look. "Oh... shit... um, I think I saw him go upstairs with Chan." She says, grabbing a shot off of the table. "Give me this." I say, grabbing the drink from her hand and quickly throwing it back. "You go get him tiger." She laughs, as I walk away.

I make my way upstairs, searching through the rooms for him, until I come across the balcony upstairs. I see him standing next to the guys, playing beer pong.

Minho

"Incoming, twelve o'clock." Han whispers to me. I look up and see y/n making her way through the people by the balcony doors. My heart sinks at the sight of her. I quickly get behind Han, trying to hide myself from her view. "What are you doing?" He questions. "Just stay there." I say.

I watch as she makes her way over to our side of the table, I think I'm off the hook when one of her classmates stops her to say hi. But she quickly shoo's them away before making her way to us. We make eye contact as she does. Once she gets close enough to hear over the music she stops beside Han and I. "Can we talk?" She asks. The guy's all let out 'ooohh's' and cheer as if we are still in middle school. My heart has fallen out of my chest for the thousandth time tonight.

I don't answer, I just follow her as she walks over to the chairs that are lined up perfectly along the balcony railing. She takes a seat on one of the sun tanning chairs, and I sit on the one across from her. She gives me a soft look before standing up and sitting next to me. My palms start to sweat, and my body goes numb. I brace myself for her to tell me to leave her alone, for her to tell me to delete everything off of my phone or else... but what I didn't expect was for her to grab my chin and make me face her, before slamming her lips on to mine.

It takes me a few seconds to realize what was happening, before my lips welded into hers perfectly. Without thinking my hands wrapped around her back, pulling her closer to me. Her lips taste like alcohol and cherry Chapstick. Her hand comes up to cup my cheek as the kiss deepens. I hear the guys cheering and clapping in the background but all I can focus on is the way her lips feel against mine. I've waiting for so long for this moment. I've thought about it, dreamed about it... imagined doing it so many times. And here she was doing it, it didn't feel real.

"I think you and I have a lot to catch up on... But right now, I just seriously need you." She says after pulling away. I feel myself harden in my jeans as she says the words. "My car is out front." I whisper, before pulling her into my lap and bringing her mouth to mine again.

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[forgettable-au]

How did you envision 'slipping through my fingers' to work with Forgettable?? I LOVE LOVE LOVE that song and when i make the animatic thing of it I REALLY wanna do it justice

I might start rambling about this so I'll add a keep reading lol

OKAY SO I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THAT SONG FOR THIS AU FOR SOOOOOO LONG

Gonna use this as my chance to talk about it lol

Okay so, it's definitely from Sans POV!

The very first part could be about leaving for work, Wingdings is probably working from very early in the morning! Sans takes it more easy

and like "The feeling that I'm losing her forever. And without really entering her world" OH MY GOD THAT PART

IT WORKS SO WELL

He actually is losing him forever soon

Sans still doesn't fully understand what Wingdings thinks, which must be frustrating

"Slipping through my finger all the time" OUGHHH HE IS SLIPPING THROUGH HIS FINGERS

AND THEN "each time I think I'm close to knowing. She keeps on growing" Sans might think he's close to comprehending things, but Wingdings keeps changing and surprising him and it's at a faster pace everytime (until he's changed so much he's like a different person...and also at some point he becomes Papyrus, that also happens)

YOU GUYS HAVE TO UNDERSTAND,,, THEY'RE THE SAME AGE BUT SANS REALLY DOES SEE WINGDINGS AS HIS YOUNGER BROTHER,,,

I mean, he's always been taking care of him, helping him communicate, sticking with him through school, college, the lab

The fact that Dings is so far away from his grasp/understanding is AUGH

Why did I make this AU so self-indulgent, it is SO angsty in just the way that hits me hard LMAO Idk as someone with a little sibling, brother!Gaster hurts me more than father!Gaster

You've heard about monsters getting a sense of deja vu when seeing the human

Now ...what about Sans getting a sense of premonition about what's gonna happen?

This part would definitely be about their wish to be on the surface someday and all the other dreams they had

Some of them they did (getting that job at the lab), but most they didn't (seeing the real stars)

I envision this part as the last happy thing that happened before the incident! A little group photo! Wish you could freeze the picture? Wish things could stay this way forever? WELL, I'M SORRY BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN!

Time is about to play a very silly game! (also this is so fitting with Gaster doing weird time things, maybe he is the funny tricks of time)

I obviously can't say what the incident is or how it plays out... because... that would be a huge spoiler... to the people reading this, you'll need to use your imagination!

Then there's the whole guitar part! Love that part! I imagine in the animatic I'm gonna make about this someday that there will be a shot of Sans' arm trying to reach one last time... sigh... The day I finally make this animatic it will be amazing...

But I really can't rn because spoilers! THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU GUYS CAN'T TRY TO DO ONE I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT

Then we can have two, or more idk

OKAY! That last part of the song mirrors the first part of the song!

But this time!!!!! IT'S PAPYRUS!!! Leaving early In the morning for royal guard duties :D gotta calibrate those puzzles early!

AND THAT'S IT!!!!! obviously avoiding spoilers! but OH MY GOD

I SWEAR THIS SONG WAS ONE OF THE SONG THAT INSPIRED ME TO MAKE THIS AN ACTUAL COMIC BECAUSE I NEEDED TO MAKE THAT ANIMATIC AND FOR PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND UJFIEF

What a girl is willing to do just so people can understand her silly angst animatic c: a whole comic

[homunculus-argument]

hey there! this sounds like a bit of a silly question, but as a trans guy, you’re one of the few trans people i’ve been following almost since i joined tumblr, so based on your other anon ask and answer i figured i’d pop in and ask if you have any advice? if you want to answer, ofc :) — i foresee this being a bit long, so i totally get if not

so i’m also a trans guy, but i haven’t been able to take any steps toward medical transitioning before since i live with my parents. but i’ll move out soon, and i still can’t decide if i should take any of these steps even once i do. i’ve never felt like i particularly wanted to medically transition (i don’t really care about how my body looks + i’ve never really cared about changing any of it), but i would like to be seen a guy — i don’t mind if not so by strangers, but maybe so by like, my friends. but i can’t help but feel like i’d be laughed at for wanting that — i’m not naturally androgynous or masculine looking to others and i have never been mistaken for a guy, because i have really long hair, d cups, and curves. and without medically transitioning, i also kinda feel like i’m… betraying the trans community, since i’m not really putting the effort into my transition and so i’m just ‘pretending’, even though i do know i’m not.

so my question would be: as a trans person who has transitioned, socially and medically, do you think people are more understanding than i think they are currently? do you know of any trans people who don’t want to medically transition, and do you think it’s possible to live fulfilled that way? or even: do you think it would be easier for someone like me to just live a lie? i usually tell people i’m a lesbian, because they definitely would not look at me and assume ‘straight guy’, but also, as a trans person who doesn’t want to medically transition, i’m just always worried that i won’t be taken seriously. i feel like your experience of being trans and probably interacting with the community is much more than mine, which is why i ask this last one — i would try being open myself, but again, i’m still living with my parents unfortunately.

I'll be honest I don't actually really know much "community" save for former art school classmates. I've only known one trans person irl who chose not to medically transition - at the time, Finland's trans law was still shitty and required sterilisation for legal sex change, and all that. She didn't want kids or anything, but refused to engage in the process as her own little personal civilian protest. I don't want to paint some caricature picture of some Sharp Dommy Tall Scary Goth Trans Anarchist, but I was deeply impressed by the way she didn't do a single thing to try to seem smaller, softer, or in any way submissive or docile to be ~feminine~ the right, socially accepted way.

She wasn't just taller than most men but usually the tallest person in the room, and she stood out in a crowd of cis women like a crane in a chicken coop - a bird just as much as they are, but a different kind of bird. And I remember thinking that I could never do that, being so unflinching and unhesitant about standing out in the crowd because assimilating and muting yourself is beneath your dignity.

Honestly, I don't know what to tell you about being openly trans without transitioning medically, save for that it takes more guts than being able to just go stealth. I had physical dysphoria about the way my body was, and was desperate to get top surgery just for the sake of my own physical comfort, and I like the convenient anonymity of being able to just be Just Some Guy who doesn't attract anyone's interest or curiosity.

It's a smart move to not come out to your parents before you're out of their house and not relying on them for anything - this is something everyone should use their own judgement for, but I stress it to every queer kid to not take the risk if there's any chance that they'll react poorly while they still have power over you. But living your whole life in the closet - "living a lie" is a good way to put it - will corrode you from the inside.

It's better to live in peace with yourself and against the world, than in peace with the world against yourself. There is absolutely nothing in your power that you could do to change the minds of people who have already decided that they don't respect you, and if they try telling you that they would, if you only met their approved criteria, they are lying. That's bait they're dangling in front of you, and there's no "earning" the respect of such people.

Stay true to yourself and be good to people, and you'll have the respect of people who are capable of respecting you. Don't waste your time and energy on people who won't respect you, every thought and effort you spare them is wasted on them.

[aelisinsims]

red sky at night, sailors' delight. red sky at morning, sailors take warning.

this is the california day lighting mod's sunrise and i think it's perfect. it turned into a somewhat cloudy day afterwards, which i like. the other lighting mod i had installed was pretty (it was this one), but not exactly what i wanted. i'll take some day time pictures soon. my sim ælis has made it through one entire day in the latest export of my world - one sunset, and one sunrise. i decided to make some changes to the commercial lots here (and i'm once again not following what i planned out on a map in regards to the location of... anything at all, but i guess i needed to draw that map to realise), update on that soon.

i'm thinking of making a pinterest board for inspiration. i'm probably going to do that now actually. instead of building. it's fun to daydream :)

if you want the california day lighting mod in your game, screenshots of the california day lighting mod can be found here, and you can download it here.

/elisa

[ms-cartoon]

Warning: This post will contain mentions of assault or anything along the lines of it. You get the idea.

My review for HH ep 2 was supposed to be out by now, but there are some things I have to say first. My reasoning for sticking around for Hazbin Hotel is all gone except for Vox right now. I love Husk too, but they really just kinda ruined him for me in ep 4. I'm probably being dramatic but that's just how I feel. If he's supposed to be this wise bartender who's meant to make people feel better and help reach an understanding of some sort, he really just failed at that.

EP 4 of Hazbin Hotel is probably the worst one out of all the eps released so far. There are PLENTY of flaws to point out, but they can be said for some other posts I'll upload soon. What I'm mainly concerned with as of now is that "Loser Baby" song sung by HuskerDust.

So it's revealed that Husk was once an overlord and was always gambling. He betted his status and powers when playing against Alastor and lost. Now I guess he's forced to do whatever Alastor wants such as being a bartender. . . .

Sorry to get off topic here but. . . . Husk was an overlord??? I don't like how they just suddenly reveal that. It caught me off guard. I know they sorta foreshadowed it in the pilot, but they should've given most newcomers to the show a hint or something. It honestly feels like the writers just pulled that revelation out their asses just to add some positivity and similarity between Angel and Husk's relationship (because Viv and the fans just love idea of this ship oh so much)

Also, since he was previously an overlord, how come nobody's heard of him??? Everybody will get shocked when they hear or see Alastor or recognize him by his radio shows. Everybody knows the Three Vs, Camilla, etc. but not a Husk??? The Overlord with a gambling addiction?? Charlie and Vaggie will get shocked when Alastor comes in the picture but look at Husk like he's some random dude that just popped outta nowhere?

Plus, Alastor didn't force Husk to work as a bartender. In the pilot, he was easily convinced with cheap booze.

Speaking of his gambling addiction; well we all know he likes to gamble judging by his appearance. But gambling being his addiction?? Since when was that implied?

Anyway . . . . At this point, I don't get what the idea of that song is or what Husk meant by it. Maybe I am overlooking it, but its pretty hard not to believe knowing how Viv screws up her writing skills and how she went about it. According to all the Viv defenders, the song was meant to say Angel isn't alone in being stuck in a situation he feels he can't get out of and that Husk can understand where he's coming from and what he's going through. Well sorry to burst y'all's bubble, but even if that was, they just did wrong ENTIRELY. (Sidenote: If you Hazbin lovers wanna see it how u see it, then fine. But Imma stick with what I believe and there's nothing that could be said to change my mind, so don't bother trying to correct me.)

Husk makes it seem like he knows exactly what it's like being in Angel's shoes; signing a contract and being forced to do something against his will. That part seems to be the only thing they have similar. Except what happened with Husk in the past should NOT count as a similarity!

Husk: Loses a bet against Alastor, costing his soul and status as an overlord. Agrees to commit to Alastor's biddings apparently, including being a bartender for a hotel (which he wasn't really forced to do. He doesn't seem to be afraid in refusing Alastor's requests. I partially don't even believe it was apart of the deal to do what Alastor wanted)

Angel: Is a pornstar. Forced to be a pornstar and do whatever Val wants him to do. Including submitting to him and his sexual needs, getting beaten, r8ped, assaulted (sexually even), exploited, drugged, etc.

What part of Angel's problem should Husk be understanding? Alastor doesn't beat or r8pe Husk! It's never even revealed what Husk goes through with Alastor. I doubt it's anything bad on his part, since he clearly isn't afraid to talk smack to the powerful radio demon who could kill him in an instant. They just . . . had that past and now Husk is doing him a permanant favor. What Husk is doing now isn't even anything bad. He's working as a bartender for a hotel and is being paid to do it. He may not like, but it's nothing bad. What ANGEL is going through on the other hand?? The word "bad" doesn't even begin to cover it.

Husk may not know what Angel goes through (though he should connect the dots since Angel hinted at him when he revealed he gets drugged all the time) but Angel just full on agreeing with him and accepting that he's a loser for what he goes through and having to embrace his situation????

Ummm . . . . NO!

Bro! You just saw Angel about to get drugged!! He should NOT have to accept that!!

[roosterforme]

A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 13 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You take Bradley's credit card with you to shop for honeymoon attire and decide to give him sneak previews along the way. Then, you make another video to ensure he's well entertained on his deployment.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, and swearing

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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You were enjoying the most leisurely day, strolling around the mall completely solo. You'd sent Bradley off to play golf at seven o'clock with just a peck on the cheek, and then you'd gone back to bed until nine. Now you were sipping an iced coffee and eating a gigantic cinnamon bun, trying to psych yourself up to try on a bunch of lingerie. 

There were some really beautiful things in the window display, and you definitely wanted to run up a large credit card bill for Bradley. But the fluorescent lighting in the fitting rooms always made you cringe. While you told him last night that you'd send him some photos today, you weren't so sure now. The idea of teasing him with some pictures of honeymoon lingerie where all of your imperfections were highlighted had you grimacing. 

"Maybe it won't be so bad," you murmured to yourself as you tossed your trash and headed into the store. 

Thirty minutes later, you had been set up in a fitting room with a plethora of things to try on. You ran your fingers along satin, lace and silk in every color of the rainbow, but especially a little heavy on the red.

"Okay. Showtime." You stripped all of your clothes off and tried not to look in the mirror as you pulled on a stretchy, red lace mini dress. "Holy shit," you muttered, finally looking in the mirror. Everything looked pretty good, even in the bad lighting. Bradley would probably love this one. 

You snapped a few pictures and selected the best one, texting it to him before you could change your mind. You added the caption:

Let's play a game. Rate all of these on a scale of 1 to 10, and I'll buy some of your favorites. 

As soon as you were fastening a black bra, he wrote back.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: holy shit, i almost walked into a sand trap while i was looking at that. 10/10!

You laughed and added the first item to the keeper pile. Then you snapped a few shots of the black bra that you actually loved and could pair with matching crotchless panties. When you sent a photo and asked what he thought about that, you cackled when he responded. 

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: 10/10! for the love of god, i need you to get that set. promise me right now. 

You promised him you'd get it and added it to the keeper pile. When you sent a photo of a white bridal set complete with garters and stockings, he sent back a selfie of himself in the golf cart with his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide. 

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: don't make me beg. i need to be able to take that off you. 11/10.

You were having so much fun with him, but you simply replied by reminding him to reapply sunblock. And then he wrote back begging for more pictures. You tried on one set in both purple and red and asked which one he liked better.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: red. always red. but get the purple too. does it come in other colors? 12/10. you are killing me here. gotta play six more holes with my dick kinda hard.

You decided to take photos of everything else you were trying on, and send them sporadically throughout the rest of the afternoon while he and the guys were out drinking. You took the massive pile of things you and he both liked to the register, along with something special for tonight. 

"Wow, you found a lot today!" said the cashier and you just laughed. 

"It's mostly for my honeymoon."

"Congratulations! I guess you don't plan on leaving the hotel room with your spouse at all?" she asked with a grin.

You pressed your lips together before muttering, "That's the plan."

She snorted and told you about the boutique website where you could order personalized items as well. "Here, I'll give you a free shipping code. Your total is one thousand two hundred and twenty seven dollars."

You handed her Bradley's credit card with a satisfied smirk. If he wanted you to run up his credit card bill with this stuff, you'd add some personalized items when you got home and make it even worse. 

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Bradley felt overstimulated and twitchy. You were an absolute menace, sending him photo after photo all day long. You were wearing bras that showed everything. You were wearing sheer dresses that hugged your curves. You were wearing panties that showed off your tattoo. He saved each new image as they arrived, already thinking about using them to jerk off while he was deployed in a few weeks. 

"Why are you so distracted?" Jake asked as Bradley saved a photo of you wearing a red string bikini with the side tied above your tattoo. "Oh, Angel's sending you porn."

Bradley hid his phone screen and glared. "It's not porn," Bradley said, glancing at the photo again. The top was barely covering your nipples. He licked his lips and said, "It's just a bathing suit." 

"That looked like less than a bathing suit," Jake replied, switching out his five iron. 

"Stop looking at it!" Bradley grunted. 

"Stop looking at what?" Payback asked, adjusting his gloves. 

Jake nodded toward Bradley's phone. "His girl sent him dirty photos."

"Lucky," echoed Fanboy, Coyote and Payback in perfect unison.

"They are not dirty photos. She's out shopping," he said, not sure what he was trying to defend here. You were about to become his wife. You loved each other. Nothing was actually inappropriate. "You know what, yeah. She's sending me dirty photos." All the guys put their fists out for a fist bump, except for Bob who was blushing and rummaging around in his golf bag looking for his putter. 

"Come on, Bob," Payback called. "This is fist bump worthy!"

Bob just shook his head. "Don't you guys remember when she yelled at us for being crude? She literally lined us up in their living room and ripped us apart. I'm showing nothing but respect."

"Oh shit, I remember," Coyote said. "It's why we're all jealous of Rooster. She's protective."

Bradley just grinned and passed out some cans of beer for them to all drink during the end of their round of golf.

"Eighteenth hole," he announced, tucking his phone away. "Then bar hopping."

The guys all cheered and headed toward the tee.

And this was precisely why Bradley had always preferred to hang around with Nat. Because even when he was just hooking up with women, back before he met you, he never liked the banter and always tried to keep things like this private. 

Bradley played the last hole terribly as you sent him another photo of you wearing a few scraps of black fabric with garters while he was trying to putt. You were so pretty, bright eyes looking at the camera as if you were really looking at him. He wanted to skip out on the afternoon of drinking, but he knew the guys would never let him live it down. 

So he told you he would be home after they went to the steakhouse for dinner, and you told him not to rush. Apparently you had some online shopping to do.

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You were going way overboard now with Bradley's credit card, but you couldn't help yourself. This website had the most adorable satin underwear that you could personalize with anything you wanted. You were up to five pairs in your shopping cart and counting. Your favorite ones were going to be embroidered with Daddy's Baby Girl. You even decided to get a blue thong with Mrs. Bradshaw across the front to go under your wedding dress, even though you weren't sure about changing your name yet. 

You yawned and figured you should probably do something with your day besides shop for expensive underwear. So you took Tramp for a walk to the bay, emailed your wedding photographer, did some meal prepping, and made yourself a grilled cheese sandwich doused in hot sauce for dinner. Then you carefully hand washed some of your new lingerie and set aside the items you were going to wear tonight. 

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: i'll be home soon, baby girl. jake's dropping me off

You quickly got changed into the pastel pink bustier and matching thong and pulled your jeans back on. With a grin, you decided the bustier could pass for a top and just left your outfit at that. Tramp started barking as Jake pulled into the driveway, and a moment later, Jake was following Bradley inside. 

"I told you to reapply sunblock!" you said immediately, taking in both sunburned men. "You guys look like lobsters."

Bradley wrapped his arms around you and started kissing your neck. "It's just a little pink," he insisted, running his fingers along your top and smiling. "You look pretty."

"And you look sweaty and smell like cheap beer."

"You love cheap beer," Bradley insisted, making you laugh.

"How much did you drink?"

He nodded his head and sighed. "Plenty. But I'm fine, Sweetheart."

Jake walked past and messed up your hair on his way to the kitchen. "I'm just getting some water and then I'm leaving," he insisted. "I can tell the Bradshaws need some time alone."

"Never stopped you from hanging around and being annoying before," Bradley told him as he looked down at your chest with interest. "Did you buy this today?" he asked softly. "You must have. I know your inventory by heart."

You nodded. "Do you like it?"

"Mmhmm."

"Feel like making another video?"

"Hell yes."

"Go get in the shower, Roo."

You watched him dash into your bedroom just as Jake walked back out of the kitchen with a water bottle. "I'm not gonna stay, Angel," Jake drawled, taking a sip of water. "Just wanted to say you looked real nice in that red bikini," he said, ducking out of the way of your hand aiming to smack him.

"How did you see it?" you asked, pushing him toward the front door while he howled with laughter. 

"He had his phone out all day, mooning over the smut you were sending him! It was right there on the screen!"

"Go away. Goodbye. Thanks for driving Bradley home. See you on Monday," you said, pecking him on the cheek before shoving him out the door. 

By the time you got to your bedroom, Bradley was walking out of the ensuite with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was sunburned and tipsy and so endearingly adorable, you started giggling. 

"My phone battery is almost dead, Baby Girl. Please tell me yours is good to go," he said, leaning against the doorframe, looking at you with one eyebrow raised. 

"Yep, My phone is good to go. Are you good to go, Roo? I can't tell if your cheeks are rosy from the sunburn or the drinks," you said, teasing his abs with your fingers. 

"I'm always good to go for you," he promised, and you knew it was the truth. 

You unwrapped the yellow towel from his waist and licked your lips at the sight of him half hard. "Go get in bed," you whispered, and he was on his way. He watched you shimmy out of your jeans and grab your phone. You crawled up the bed next to him and whispered, "You want me to be your bratty little slut again tonight? Or are you going to be my Daddy?"

He pulled you close and kissed you. "I get to choose?" 

"Yeah," you told him with a wink. "A special treat to take on your deployment."

He was rubbing his hands along your bustier and down over your butt. "Well, I already have a video with my bratty little slut," he said, and you watched his cock jump against his thigh. "Daddy wants to play tonight. You look like a little princess in this color."

You moaned against his mouth. "Sounds good to me," you said, fiddling with your phone and letting him hold it as he started recording you. You watched Bradley grin as he pushed your underwear aside a bit to record you shaking your hips with your tattoo exposed. "Did you just call me a princess?" 

"Yeah," he grunted as you wrapped your hand around his length. "Daddy's little princess, all pretty in pink."

For a moment you marveled over the fact that you had an easier time slipping into the role of a bratty little slut. But after a moment of wiggling yourself along his body, you thought you had the hang of Daddy's princess.

"Daddy, I had such a long day," you said, a whine tingeing the edges of your voice as you straddled his lap and ran your fingers along your lace and satin covered torso. "I am exhausted from spending your money."

Bradley groaned softly, setting goosebumps loose across your skin. "Tell me what you bought, Princess," Bradley instructed, grinding his cock against the front of your panties. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip, parting them and coaxing you to lick the tip. "And then tell Daddy he's allowed to do whatever he wants with you."

You sucked on his thumb. Bradley was the hottest thing in the world. As you listed off some of the things you bought with his credit card, Bradley gently wrapped one hand around the front of your neck and then pulled the pink fabric of your underwear to the side, letting his cock glide through your wetness. You only briefly recognized that he had propped your phone up to record everything before you got lost in him completely. 

"And how much of my money did you spend, Princess?" he asked, his raspy voice making you even wetter as he licked his lips. 

"Two thousand dollars," you gasped as his big hand slipped lower on your neck and trailed over the tops of your breasts. 

He tsked with his tongue and shook his head. "That's not enough."

"I was supposed to spend more?" you asked, your voice breaking as Bradley slipped his cock inside you. He yanked you closer with his fingers on the back of your neck, and you gasped as he started kissing you. 

"You were supposed to spend all of it. Why does Daddy even work, other than to pamper you, Baby Girl?" You squeezed around his cock just at the mere implication of his words. 

"Are you going to take care of me forever?" you asked softly against his lips as you rode him slowly. He responded by swiping his tongue deep into your mouth and making you moan. 

"As long as you take care of Daddy."

You were whimpering now as your clit was grinding against him with each movement. 

"You can have anything you want," you promised him. And you felt it before you saw it. Bradley ripped the crotch of your pretty, new underwear to get full access to your pussy. He was suddenly fucking up into you hard, the veins in his neck and forehead prominent against his slightly sunburned skin.

"Oh my god!" you hissed, surprised by what he had done. 

But no sooner had you recovered before he was smacking your thighs gently and saying, "Up. Turn around and get on all fours."

You did as you were told, watching his wet length slide out of you, wishing you were allowed to lick him. But that's not what Daddy wanted. 

When you were on your hands and knees in front of him, he pushed your face down against the bedding before kissing and licking all along your wet slit and rear end from behind. 

"You didn't listen, Princess," he said before lapping his tongue against you. "Gotta spank you."

He landed one hard slap on your butt before you could even respond. "Daddy," you whined as he spanked you again and again. You felt feverish with need while he spanked you and scolded you for not spending enough money on honeymoon attire. You were clenching around nothing as he told you to go back to the store and replace the underwear that was now just a piece of elastic around your waist. 

He spanked you harder as he said, "If you're my Princess, you can have anything you want."

"I want you to fuck me!" you almost screamed as his hand landed on you again. But you knew he wasn't going to do that yet. Rather he lightly spanked your pussy from behind, his fingers hitting your wet clit as you whined. 

Then he shoved two long fingers deep inside you without warning and leaned up to press his lips to your neck right below your ear. You almost cried when he whispered, "What's my name?"

"Daddy!" Your broken yell filled the room. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy!"

His cock replaced his fingers immediately, and he fucked you hard, your cheek pressing into the bed. But the spanking only paused momentarily. He grabbed you around your waist with his left hand, getting a handful of you just below your bustier while he landed a stinging slap on your already overworked skin. All while slamming into you. 

"You didn't do what Daddy wanted."

"Please." You were almost crying, and you wanted to cum so badly. "I'll do whatever you want."

"You go back to the store and spend more money. I want you wearing something new for me each day on our honeymoon. No exceptions." 

You tried your best to verbally agree with him, and soon he wrapped his fingers around to tease your clit instead of spank you. With just a few swipes of his talented fingers, you came hard, a few of your tears trailing along your nose to the bedding. 

The familiar sound of Bradley cumming inside your pussy had you smiling at last as he filled you up. He wrapped both arms around you and yanked you up flush against his chest. "You really are Daddy's little Princess, Baby GIrl."

You moaned softly as he kissed along your bare shoulder. "Occasionally I'm your bratty little slut."

"I love you," he promised, and he let you lay against him as he eased back against the pillows, his cock still buried inside you.

"My ass is throbbing, Roo," you whispered with a soft laugh as he ran his mustache along your neck. 

"But you did so good. I'll get you in the bath in a minute, Sweetheart."

You just relaxed back into his embrace while he touched and kissed you. "I hope you enjoy that video while you're deployed." You kissed along his tattoo and ran the tip of your nose across the pretty script writing.

"I can guarantee I will," he promised, finally reaching for your phone to end the video. 

You turned and smiled at him when he said, "And now I have several minutes of us cuddling together to watch as well. I might watch that part the most."

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Bradley scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the tub while he got the water ready for you. He wasn't kidding; he'd always do his best to take care of you and give you anything you wanted. Because you tried to take care of him, too. And you were really all he wanted. 

"Climb in, Sweetheart," he whispered, and he watched you unfasten what was left of that sinfully hot lingerie and sink into the water. "I'm sorry I ripped your underwear."

You started laughing as you turned to look at him. "You're not sorry!"

He grimaced. "I'm a little bit sorry. Buy a new one. You still have my credit card." He knelt on the floor next to the tub and helped you get settled.

"I'll buy a new one next week when I go back to the store to ensure I have something new to wear for all ten days of our honeymoon. Daddy told me I had to."

Bradley actually felt himself blushing. He liked it when you called him that even when it wasn't exactly part of foreplay or bedroom activities. You were making him feel so substantial in your life. 

"Roo, next weekend is Halloween," you whispered as he sat on the floor and watched you wash your arms while Tramp curled up in his lap. "Gotta start planning our party."

"We're really having it? I thought maybe you brought that up just to distract Cam and Maria from the wedding conversation?" he absentmindedly stroked Tramp's ears, completely mesmerized by you. 

"We're really having it. And I know just what our costumes can be," you said with a playful look in your eye.

"Tell me," he whispered, leaning toward you and kissing your nose. 

"Well... I think you can get away with wearing part of your dress whites for your costume..."

He smiled. "Okay, sounds good so far. I love it when you take my uniforms off of me. But what's your costume?"

You just chuckled and said, "Oh, you'll like it. And it comes with three wishes for me to grant for you."

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Making another video....oof, I love them. Happy Halloween? Any costume guesses?

PART 14

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[fleurywiththesave]

Would you write mattdrai wishbaby that appears the day after panthers win the cup?

Funnily enough, someone once asked me if I would ever write a wishbaby fic and I said "nah, probably not", but inspiration struck when I read this prompt. It's my first attempt at the trope, so I hope you like it!

Matthew stumbles into the kitchen at...well, he's not actually sure what time it is. He knows the guys started to make their way from the arena to his house in the early hours of the morning, and he thinks he's been asleep for an hour at most. It probably would've made more sense to just power through until after whatever hijinks they're going to get up to today — his eyes feel gritty as hell — but it's too late to change that now. He just needs some coffee. And he won't be the only one.

The Cup is sitting on his kitchen counter, where he kind of wishes it could stay forever. He reaches out to give it a pat on his way to the coffee maker and freezes in his tracks.

There's a baby.

In the Cup.

There's a baby in the Cup.

His teammates might be a little irresponsible at times, but there's no way any of them just...forgot their baby in the Cup. Which can only mean one thing.

Matthew's hand is shaking as he reaches out to pick up the scroll of paper resting on top of the baby (who's still asleep, thank god). Yeah, a lot of the guys are conked out around his house, but it's still his house, which means this isn't going to be for anybody but him.

The paper looks exactly like the pictures they showed in 10th grade health class. A blank line at the top to fill in the name, basic stats, and, in flowery script, the parents' names.

Matthew Tkachuk

and

Leon Draisaitl

Matthew sits down hard on a bar stool.

He was going to wait to call Leon. Give him a few days, at least. Or better yet, wait for Leon to want to call him. They'd both agreed that no matter what happened, they would need to take a little space in the immediate aftermath, but that doesn't seem to be an option anymore. Matthew closes his eyes when he hits the call button, like that's going to make this any better.

"Matty....." Leon's voice is both frustrated and apologetic when he answers, but Matthew doesn't give him a chance to get anything else out.

"There's a baby in the Cup."

"There's—"

"We brought it back to my place and I just came downstairs to make coffee and there is a baby in the Stanley Cup."

There's a long pause from the other side of the line, long enough that Matthew starts to feel sick for reasons that have nothing to do with the enormous amount of alcohol he consumed last night. And this morning.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes," Leon says, and Matthew allows himself a little sigh of relief.

He doesn't want to wake the baby before Leon gets there, but he also doesn't want any of his teammate to unwittingly walk into the shitshow that might be coming, so he just...takes the whole Cup to his room and texts Leon to come up as soon as he gets to the house. Which turns out to be only fifteen minutes later, so Matthew loses five whole minutes of internal pep talk time. Leon barges right in and then freezes, just like Matthew did, staring at the baby in the Cup.

"What is it?" he whispers.

"A girl," Matthew says, handing him the certificate.

"A girl," Leon repeats as he walks closer. "You didn't wake her up yet?"

"I didn't think I should do it without you," Matthew answers. "Even if, you know."

Leon turns to him and frowns.

"Even if what?"

"You know," Matthew says again, feeling horribly wrong-footed. "Even if you don't, like, want to do this."

Now Leon is staring at him. Matthew trips over his own words trying to explain more, not wanting to hear whatever Leon is about to say.

"I don't remember wishing, but I guess I did, but that doesn't mean you need to be responsible for anything. I can figure it out. My mom will help, probably. And my dad. Or Bobby, he'll know what to do."

"Wait, did you—did you think I was going to be upset?" Leon asks. Matthew twists his hands together, a nervous tic that Leon has seen far more times than anyone else in his life.

"We haven't really talked about kids," he says, "and I didn't want to call you like this, after...after. I wanted to give you your space like we agreed."

Leon is still staring at him blankly, but before Matthew can get nauseous again, he breaks into a ridiculous, brilliant grin.

"Matthew, you idiot," he says, crossing the room to grip Matthew's face between his hands and kiss him hard.

"Um," Matthew says articulately when he pulls away.

"What's the first thing they teach about wishbabies?" Leon asks. He looks fondly exasperated.

"That...that both parents have to want it," he answers.

"You may not remember wishing," Leon tells him, "but I do."

That stops Matthew in his tracks.

"You do?"

Leon runs a hand through his hair and smiles, soft and sweet this time.

"Obviously I was upset after the game, but I realized that I wasn't just upset because we lost. I was sad that it felt like I couldn't really share it with you, and I wanted to. I wanted to watch you lift the cup, and celebrate with you, and tell you how proud I am of you. So that got me thinking about all the other things I want us to share, and, well. You know the rest. Apparently we're in sync even when we're not talking."

Matthew feels like he just got off a carousel that was moving at twenty times its usual speed.

"So you're not mad?" he asks, needing to be sure.

"Are you mad?" Leon responds.

"No," he says immediately. "No, I—it's amazing."

Leon kisses him again.

"Yeah, it is. Can we wake her up now?"

Carefully, carefully, Matthew picks her up and hands her to Leon. His eyes are a storm of emotions as she squirms and blinks awake.

"Hey, kiddo," he whispers, voice full of wonder while he gazes at the baby. Their baby. Their daughter. "I'm your papa." Matthew presses into his side and gently strokes her cheek.

"What should we name her?"

"My grandmother's name was Adelaide," Leon says.

"Adelaide," Matthew repeats. "Addie."

"Adelaide Draisaitl-Tkachuk."

"Oh my god, she never had a chance," Matthew says. "She's going to change her last name to Smith as soon as she's old enough."

"Nah," Leon says. He's still smiling. And his eyes are wet. "She'll learn to love it." He puts her in Matthew's arms.

"Hi, Addie," Matthew says. His face is feeling suspiciously wet too. "Welcome to the world."

[sweetiesicheng]

vernon - music festival

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"and here is your wristband. keep it on for the entire festival, but if you need to get a new one for tomorrow, just let us know," a staff member says to you while handing you a wristband.

you secure the wristband with a fastener. "thanks."

"y/n, your soundcheck is in thirty. do you need anything before that?" another staff member asks you.

"i'm good. i'll just peek at the stage," you reply yo them.

you are performing at a festival, which starts later that day. your dancers are still warming up as you walk toward the stage. there, you find a group performing on the stage.

they sound pretty good.

you look around and find a schedule attached to one of the structures and see their group name. you take a picture with your phone, so you would remember to look them up later.

"ah, sorry, we need the sound up," you hear someone speak from the stage.

you look over and see two of the guys struggling to hear the music, messing with their monitors. you continue watching them as they go through their soundcheck. it seems like some of their equipment isn't working properly, but everything ends up being fine by the end of their soundcheck.

"y/n, you ready to go?" one of the staff members asks you.

"yea," you reply and go on stage. crew members are still putting set pieces together as you put your mic pack on.

your dancers also get onstage and get ready to run through the soundcheck too.

once everything is ready, you go through your soundcheck. luckily, you didn't have any sound issues, but your dancers were getting too close to one of the set pieces during one your songs.

"what needs to change?" you ask your dancers after the song.

"this needs to be pushed in. it's not even compared to that one," one of your dancers explains and points to another set piece.

"yea, we'll hit the band if it's like this," one of the other dancers says.

the crew members move one of the props. the soundcheck continues and goes smoothly for everyone.

once it's over, you go backstage and talk to your team and staff members for the festival for a bit. all of you go over details for everything to make sure that everyone knew all of the changes.

afterwards, all of you take a break and eat catering that the festival staff provided. the festival soon starts, which makes you excited to hear fans cheer. you check out a few sets before hanging out in the artists' area.

"y/n?"

you turn around and see one of your friends, woozi, walking up to you.

"oh, hey!" you greet him. "you didn't tell me you were going to be here," you say to him.

"my friends are here, and i helped with one of their new songs. got the vip pass," he explains. "you should meet them. they're looking to do collaborations for their next projects."

"oh, sure," you reply. "let just grab this..." you look around and grab your drink on a table. you finish the drink and throw the cup away. "did you see that dokyeom is performing tomorrow?" you ask, mentioning one of your friends.

"yea, i think he's around here somewhere today actually," woozi mentions. you two approach a nearby trailer, and he knocks on the door. someone opens the door after a few seconds and looks at both of you. "did you just wake up?" woozi asks the guy.

"yea. what's up?" the guy asks.

"this is y/n. if you need someone for your next project, consider her," woozi bluntly says, lifting his sunglasses up to sit on the top of his head. "let us in. it's hot."

the guy lets you two into the trailer, where another guy is in a chair playing a game on his phone.

"wonwoo hyung, woozi hyung's here with a friend," the guy who let you says to the guy playing a game.

"huh?" the other guy looks over. "oh, hey woozi."

"hey. this is y/n," he introduces you to the other guy. "that guy's vernon and that guy's wonwoo. the other two are s.coups and mingyu. speaking of them, where are they?" he asks and sits down on the couch.

"probably partying," wonwoo replies.

"oh, you're on after our set, right?" vernon asks you.

you nod, "yea. you guys seemed to be having technical issues earlier," you say, recalling their soundcheck.

wonwoo sighs, "that was so annoying,"

"at least it's fine now," vernon replies. "oh, i should probably get something to eat before i join joshua's set," he says to himself.

"joshua? like the singer?" you ask.

"yea, we have a few songs together," vernon mentions. "come watch the set," he says and grabs his phone off of a vanity. "you guys want food?" he asks.

"i'll eat later," wonwoo replies.

"yea, me too," woozi replies. "i'll be in the crowd during joshua's set."

"ooh, i could use another drink," you mention. "mind if i join?" you ask vernon.

"the more the merrier, right?" vernon replies. "i'll see you guys," he says to woozi and wonwoo.

"see ya."

"bye."

"bye guys," you say to them and leave the trailer with vernon.

—

you and vernon hang out in an area covered by a a giant tent due to the heat. you two talk for a bit, getting to know each other more. you mentioned your interests in music and how woozi mentioned the possibility of a collaboration.

"wait, you sing "camera," right? it went viral last year?" vernon asks.

you nod, "that's me," you answer with a smile.

"that's crazy. i love that song," vernon mentions before checking the time on his phone, "oh, i gotta go," he says and throws away the disposable utensils he used. "wanna come?"

you smile, "sure."

you two walk together to the stage joshua's set is at. the crowd is pretty big, waiting for joshua to get on stage as the set is changed.

"josh," vernon calls out to the singer, who is getting ready to go on.

"oh, hey man," joshua greets. "hey, you're y/n, right?" he asks you.

"yea, nice to meet you."

"you, too."

"you gonna hang here or in the audience?" vernon asks you as he starts putting his in-ear monitors on.

"i'll hang with woozi. can't leave him alone," you reply to him with a laugh. "meet you after?" you ask.

he nods, "sounds good." once he’s done fixing his monitor, he takes his phone out and holds it out to you. "give me your number in case we can't meet up," he says to you.

you raise an eyebrow at him, "already trying to get my number?" you ask him.

vernon chuckles, "i'm gonna get it one way or another if we're gonna collaborate. it was either this or i write my number on your arm with a sharpie."

you grin, "alright, just for you," you reply to him and take his phone from him.

[lanafofana]

Colossus

Day #7! I spent the majority of the weekend writhing in unimaginable pain so it doesn't count as late. Those are the rules I've just made up! Pairing: Halsin/Tav(f) Summary: He's just so...big Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI Warnings/Tags: Porn, Smut, Cunnilingus, Size kink, Hand job, blow job, foreskin play, inappropriate use of colossus elixir, shotgunning No beta we die like Yonas (RIP Yonas) And the AO3 link, with love Special note: Hysterically this is colossal compared to the others I've posted for HalsinTav week. Additional note: I'll eventually post the one i started writing for Day4 (?). I took the prompt "wildshape misuse" in a completely different direction and it's taking me longer to write because it's more angst than romance. Probably no romance at all but we'll see. Enjoy!

Halsin was a big guy. Like a really big guy. 

Until she met Halsin, Tav had not been aware that people even came in sizes that large. It did not help that he was as thickly muscled as he was tall. No part of him was too skinny or unproportionate which always sent her dirty mind tumbling straight into the gutter wondering just how proportionate he was where she couldn't see. 

All of this was just harmless thinking on her part, she knew how to mind her manners and keep her hands to herself after all. He was a great ally and becoming an even greater friend so, despite the turn of her lustful thought from time to time, she’d never overtly act in any way to make him uncomfortable.

That didn’t stop her from laying in her tent late at night, calloused fingers strumming her sex, brain full of how’d she’d whimper and shake trying to take his thick cock. What if he was too big? The thought drove her wild, picturing him tensed up beneath her while she used her hands, her tongue, to bring him to release. Pussy drenched, skin flushed, breathing thready; the thought of how he’d stretch her near to breaking always pushed her over the precipice of her climax, choking back her moans while she writhed with her desperation. 

All of this was fine, probably a healthy outlet all things considered, and a welcome distraction from the horrors of their day to day adventuring. She was completely content with keeping her own company and it seemed unlikely her fortune in that regard would change any time soon. 

So if his larger than average hands brushing hers when she handed him a plate of dinner set her stomach fluttering. Or when he towered over her just slightly too close and she felt dizzy with fantasies about that large frame fucking her to the feywild and back, well, nobody needed to know it but her and her hands late at night in her bedroll. 

Things might have continued in this fashion till the conclusion of their little adventure but for one critical incident. 

The fight with Ketheric had been awful in more ways than one but when the avatar of Myrkul threatened to completely devastate them Tav had pulled out all the stops. Her focus had narrowed down to each fighter, her desperation providing her with all manner of tricks up her sleeve to, if not turn the tide of the fight, at least tread water till Aylin could finish smiting him to death. Or undeath. 

When she had spun on her heel and thrown the elixir to Halsin she hadn’t really been thinking too much beyond the immediate threat and how to keep her companions alive. Hadn’t been thinking about what the “after” of their fight would leave her with. So when the fight was over and that line of thinking evaporated she was chagrined and thrilled to realize what she was left with was a druid of colossal size and embarrassingly damp panties. 

Halsin had been huge before but now the sight of him was enough to break her brain a little bit. 

His hand could completely engulf her head and the thought alone was enough to have her lashes fluttering, her breath whooshing out of her in a pained sigh. And when she imagined his enormous cock, well, it was best she didn’t think too hard about that till she was safely ensconced in her tent that was for certain. 

Her companions may have joked from time to time about climbing Mount Halsin but actually seeing him so…engorged, had even the wittiest among them speechless, tongues dry behind their teeth. He was very good natured about it of course, the man didn’t seem to let anything phase him. He excused himself after they decided to camp for the night, the tenor of his voice deeper than usual and each step as he left camp was like a gentle tremor that climbed up her legs and tapped insistently at her clit. 

When her companions scattered to their own bedrolls for some much needed rest and he still hadn’t returned, Tav's mind began to worry. It wasn’t like anything out in the wilderness would be a challenge for him to deal with in his current state but still the worry gnawed at her. Isolation could be just as dangerous to one’s mental wellbeing as an enemy was to the physical form after all.

With this thought in mind she shoved her lust to the side and went to find him. It didn’t take her long. Halsin was down by the water’s edge, sitting on the sand and gazing out at where Tav was surprised to see stars twinkling down from a nearly cloudless sky.  

When he turns to see her a kind smile breaks across his face and Tav’s worry dissipates in its warmth. 

“It’s late,” she says chidingly when she’s close. She climbs a large rock to put them on more even ground, sitting on the edge of the damp stone closest to him and letting her legs dangle over the water. 

Halsin hums in agreement. “I find myself overwhelmed,” he says softly. “Overwhelmed and grateful for this chance to see these lands begin to heal. For once I think my rest will not be found in my meditations but here, watching the fruits our labors unfold.” 

Gods, even the way he spoke had a sexy appeal that left her heart hammering in her chest. “Right,” she says skeptically, “I guess. You could just say you’re too excited to sleep. Or trance or whatever.” 

Halsin laughs and shrugs. “I suppose I could.” When she meets his eyes there’s something in them she doesn’t recognize immediately but it warms her clear down to her toes. “You have a gift for seeing to the heart of things. A trait you share with Karlach I feel. One could learn a lot from seeing the world as you do.” 

Tav feels herself blush though she’s not sure why. She coughs. “Ah, right, well. Thanks. Myself, I quite like to smoke a little flower to help me relax if I can’t sleep. Something I’m sure you’re acquainted with.” 

“Indeed,” he agrees. “The stresses of leadership can take their toll and as Archdruid I became well acquainted with medicinal herbs to soothe the mind when rest was beyond my reach.” He gives a thoughtful hum. “Pity I left my pipe behind.” 

“Oh I don’t know,” says Tav slyly pulling out a familiar pipe from the small pouch at her hip. 

Halsin laughs, a booming thing that vibrates low in Tav’s belly. “How did you–?”

She fans a hand out and wiggles her fingers with a grin. “Sticky fingers I’m afraid.” She digs in her pouch a little more until she pulls out a little snuff box the size of her thumb and a match. “I snagged it after talking with Lettie, I honestly didn’t have a whole lot of faith you were still alive.” 

With the skill of someone who is well acquainted with the action she packs and lights the pipe, sucking at the stem till she feels the familiar curl of smoke burn in her throat. She turns to offer it to him but realizes his predicament in the same breath he declines with a rueful smile.  

“Too small for these fingers,” he tells her. If he notices how her dark eyes seem to zero in on his hands for a beat too long he is gracious enough not to shame her for it. 

Tav, as is her nature, puts zero thought into the consequences before she offers the easiest solution that pops in her tadpole’d brain. “Come here then. Let me show you how it’s done in the Gate.” 

Halsin stares at her but she beckons him closer impatiently until he complies. 

“Come on, scaredy cat.” She sucks at the pipe for a long moment before she pulls his face close and puts her lips close to his, tapping at his bottom lip till he opens his mouth and she breathes the smoke between his lips. When he sucks it in her lips graze his, only lightly, like the brush of a feather. 

She lingers then, checking his expression and the moment seems to slow down and draw out as if they’re locked in a slowing spell. This close she gets her first real look at the peculiar shade of his eyes and what was once a harmless way to share a little smoke between friends turns into something heavier, charged. 

Leaning back she sucks at the pipe again, a shorter puff to give herself something to do before she opens her fat mouth and says something insane. Halsin breathes out the smoke slowly, turning his gaze from watching her to instead watch the curl of smoke twist and dissipate in the evening air. 

“Inventive,” he says, voice a tad rougher than he normally speaks. 

Humming in assent she smiles, enjoying the pleasant buzz that hums along her frayed nerves, soothing the disjointed clamor of her thoughts. “I wasn’t sure about you,” she confesses after a beat. He looks at her with interest. “The other druids in the grove were so…” she trails off, weighing her words. She settles on frankness. “Rude. Possessive of their time, their grove. Willing to follow Khaga rather than risk speaking up against each other. Even after you came back I tried talking to them but besides the few that were relieved most were more than glad to see the back of me and ballsy enough to say it to my face.” 

Halsin frowns but lets her continue. 

“I was worried you were going to turn out to be the same. Sure, you accepted the tieflings and all but, still, I wondered when your patience was going to snap. We’re not exactly the most cohesive group on our best days. You surprised me though. You take everything as it comes and never lose sight of what you want while sticking to your scruples. It’s admirable.” 

Maybe it’s the way the moonlight shines in his eyes or maybe it’s the flower working its magic, untangling her tongue but she pushes on, a light flush suffusing her cheeks. 

“You’ve become something of a hero to me. Someone I can aspire to be like, especially now. With the bloody cult and all. Gods and curses and monsters. You’re someone I can look at and be reminded that, even against these absurd, impossible odds, I don’t have to lose sight of myself. You look at me and it’s like you really see me. See the me that I want to see in myself. I, uh, I’ve never had that before.” She breaks off with a rueful chuckle. “Sorry, I just had to say it. It’s just…I’m really glad you’re here is all.” She rubs the back of her neck and looks away from his stare. 

A finger as large as her wrist brushes her chin and her gaze snaps back to his in surprise. 

“I feel the same.” He swallows and Tav tracks the movement before meeting his eyes again, feeling something like anticipation welling up within her. “About you. Before you came to the grove I had all but lost sight of who I was. Being Archdruid consumed me so entirely I had…cast off who I was. It didn’t seem to matter, not when so many things needed doing, people needed the skills and diplomacy of the First Druid, not me. It’s been a long time, longer than I like to think about, since I had a…friend. Someone I could just enjoy the company of without the distance of my station playing some role.”

“Sounds lonely.” 

“Yes. It was. You pay me a high compliment, calling me a pillar to look to but it is you, my friend, who has been my guiding light. You showed me that ‘Halsin’ still has value, beyond the title and everything else. It means a great deal to me, what you’ve given me. You mean a great deal to me.” 

Tav shrugs a shoulder, lopsided smile bashful in the face of such open praise. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” It’s a crude attempt at brushing off the heavy feeling that has settled over the moment but Halsin’s eyes crinkle at the corners, charmed. Producing another match she gestured with the now-cold pipe, “Another hit?” 

Halsin’s chest expands as he takes in a slow breath, as if conflicted and thinking too hard about it. Tav, who has perhaps never thought too hard about anything in her entire life, ‘tsk’s’ with a teasing smile and lights the pipe, sucking on the lip of the stem. Holding the smoke in she gives him a challenging look, smirking when he draws closer. 

Emboldened by the lingering intimacy from their conversation and her own burgeoning tangle of feelings and lust, Tav grasps his chin with both hands and plants her lips against the seam of his firmly, releasing the air and smoke from her lungs into his mouth when he sucks in a surprised gasp. She lingers there, eyes shut and consumed with the warmth of his lips against hers before reluctantly pulling away. 

His eyes are shut tight and she feels a twinge of guilt for the way he holds himself so still and tense. “Was that alright?” She asks quietly, wondering which would destroy her first, the rejection or the disappointment. 

But the druid surprises her. “Yes,” he utters, eyes opening at last. “I am only disappointed my current form is not well suited for returning the gesture.” 

Tav has a sudden vision of being suffocated by those lips. A warm wet tongue the size of her face gliding over her body and she shivers with want. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and his eyes flick to her mouth to watch it closely. “I wouldn’t say that.” 

A muscle in Halsin’s jaw twitches as he clenches his teeth together, the pupils of his eyes swelling and she breathes out slowly, suddenly acutely aware of their proximity. 

“You’re not shy about what you want,” he breathes with a smile. “I like that.” 

Tav’s expression turns wry. “You say that now,” she mutters. 

Before Halsin can think of how to respond to a loaded statement like that she leaps off the boulder she’d been sitting on and approaches him. She doesn’t hide the way she stares at his body. The way her eyes trail along his massive legs while she steps between them. The way they linger on his hands, the expanse of his chest, and trail scorchingly up his neck to his face. 

“The pipe is nice but I know of even better ways to relax.” 

Halsin’s chuckle rumbles in the night air. “An intriguing if unwise notion.” 

Tav’s expression turns coy, her smile sly. “Is it so unwise to embrace the unexpected opportunities we’re afforded? I’m just ‘seizing the moment’.” The look he cuts her at parroting words he once spoke to her sizzles along her skin. 

“I had hoped to take the time to broach the subject of my affections for you before we–”

“Oh, we’re past broached, Halsin.” 

“I could crush you.”

“You won’t,” she says dismissively and then, “I’d very much like to touch you. If you’ll allow me.” 

His stomach clenches with equal parts anticipation and uneasiness. He nods. 

She trails a hand along his thigh. It’s so small but burns through the leather of his trousers and he shifts, releasing a sigh. It takes her less time than he’s expecting to reach the apex of his thighs and when she runs her palms down the straining seam of his pants where his cock lies trapped and swollen he breathes in sharply. 

She checks his expression and must see the reservation in them because she stops, removing her hands. “Do you want me to stop?” 

“I don’t think y–”

“Yes or no, druid. I won’t be offended.” She cants her head to the side in thought. “Disappointed maybe.” 

The muscle in his jaw jumps again and when he swallows the bob of his throat sends a thrill up her spine. She’s definitely playing with fire but she’s never been particularly good at denying herself when she has her mind set on something. And burying her face in the slit of cock is very much on the forefront of her brain. 

“No,” he says finally. 

Tav grins. “We can stop anytime you wish.” Tugging on the laces of his breeches she pulls the leather away and she comes face to eye with the largest dick she could have ever imagined. To call him proportionate would be doing him a disservice, he was clearly very well endowed, colossus elixir notwithstanding.  

Using her hands to ease him from his breeches completely she feels her cunt give a needy throb at the weight of it. Holding it with both hands the girth is wider than the fattest part of her thigh and she runs her hands from the base to the tip experimentally. His foreskin is impossibly soft and loose enough she adds more pressure to her grip and salivates as it glides down easily revealing the flushed head of his glans. 

He shifts, his breathing turning heavy when she lowers her face and licks at the slit. She probes and suckles, moving across the smooth skin eagerly while she caresses and strokes the shaft. When precum beads at the tip she licks it away and hums appreciatively at the salty taste. His musk is overwhelming, intoxicating. 

Sucking his loose foreskin into her mouth, twisting her tongue against it, running her hands over every exposed inch of him she smiles against his erection when he groans, gasping and needy. It resonates in the air and she flexes her thighs together to ease the wet need that beats between her legs. 

He allows her to indulge herself for only so long before, trembling with immense effort, he asks her to stop. Immediately removing herself she backs up a step but gives him a searching look.“Are you certain?” 

Running a hand down his face Halsin works at controlling his erratic breathing. “I am. My control is…not what it should be. In my current state, I cannot promise to be able to contain myself. I will not risk your safety, no matter how your touch ignites me.” 

Wiping a slick streak of precum from her chin and licking it from her finger she almost misses the way his eyes flash gold while he tracks the movement. “Another time then,” she says with an easy smile. “Whenever you’re ready.” She turns, as if to leave, but Halsin can smell her arousal. The scent of it makes his mouth water. 

“Wait. Do not suppose I am an inconsiderate lover. I would taste you tonight, beneath the light of the waning moon.” 

Tav cannot help the gasp this pulls from her, nor the throb of desire that starts at her cunt and spreads like branching roots through her body, lighting every nerve on fire. “I would like that.” Her voice thrums with want. “Very much.” 

“Then come here to me,” he beckons. 

She steps closer and nearly swoons as the palm of his hand scoops her up. He is gentle as he brings her close and with his other hand he gently thumbs open the clasp of her robe. Underneath she is bare and the cool night air prickles at her skin, pebbling the dusky mauve of her nipples into stiff peaks. 

“Perfect,” he murmurs and the intensity of his gaze sends the blood rushing to the surface of her skin in a hot wave. 

He holds her to his face, running his nose from the thatch of dark hair between her legs to her chest. When he slots his mouth over her bosom, the warm wet mass of his tongue flicking and curling against each breast she moans, letting her head fall back. She holds his face and presses further against his exploring touch with wanton abandon. 

When his tongue retreats she whines, her legs falling open desperately. He smiles through the blazing hunger and takes his time mouthing her soft flesh with careful attentiveness. Halsin’s tongue swipes down one leg to her feet and she feels her mind go brittle at the edges when he sucks the entire foot into his mouth. Engulfing her foot he continues to sup and the suction of it has her writhing and eager in his hand. Treating her other leg to the same treatment is too much and her hand dives between her legs to sooth the apex of her desire. 

Halsin’s eyes, black as the night sky behind him flash gold and for a second his teeth look sharper, his expression wild. He plucks her hands away and this time when she widens her legs her cunt is met with probing wet warmth of his tongue and she cries out, shrill and breathy. 

Possessing an infinite amount of patience he laps at the damp lips between her legs at a slow, rhythmic pace driving her feral. The heels of her feet find purchase on his forearm and at the next swipe of his tongue she thrusts her hips to meet it, groaning when it presses against her clit with an insane amount of pressure. 

Her breathing comes in gasps and pants, her eyes half lidded with need. “Please,” she babbles, nearly sobbing. “Please, H-Halsin, m-more, please!” 

Holding her against his mouth firmly he swirls his tongue between the lips of pussy and she keens, roughly palming her own breasts and arching her back. It’s too much, it’s not enough. Her orgasm flickers in and out of her reach. With the rough flat of his tongue he licks and gently suckles and her body shakes. 

“Gods!”

Pressing the tip of his tongue to her cunt he rolls the muscle there in a continuous undulation that has her gripping at her own hair, her back bowed. 

The taste of her arousal, the scent of her musk, the salt of her body pulls an appreciative groan from his throat. The vibration shivers across her clit and she reaches her climax with a lust drunk wail that cracks through the night air. 

Removing his mouth from her body she lies limp, flushed dark and muscles trembling.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, voice rasping. “That was,” she struggles to return her breathing to something approaching normal. “That was incredible.” The look she gives him is awed, sated. “You are incredible.” 

Halsin grins. She thought he might set her down but instead he brings her to his chest and she leans into the heat of his body gratefully. Exhaustion tugs at her but she’d rather bask in the bliss, snuggled into him. She nuzzles at his neck, reaching up a hand to run the flat of her palm against the edge of his tattoo that curls around his throat.     

“Sleep,” he murmurs, the sound of his voice as lulling as the steady beat of his heart against her ear.

“I don’t want to miss this,” she complains, turning her face into his bare skin and pressing a kiss there. 

He chuckles, warm and rich. “We have plenty of time. Rest.” 

So she does.

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