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nxuvillette · 1 year ago

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“WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE JUST FRIENDS!”

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS HCS W/ BLLK MEN

synopsis: it’s just a situationship. those usually don’t lead to much, right?

❥- including : michael kaiser, oliver aiku, sae itoshi

❥- note : first bllk post !! i’m slowly getting back into it, so i hope you all enjoy <3 ! reblogs are appreciated !!

content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, rough sex (kaiser), some degradation (kaiser), spanking (kaiser), car sex (sae), birthday sex (oliver), mentions of food (sae), use of pet names (baby , princess , good girl), creampie (all), friends with benefits, mentions of hookups, mentions of alcohol (oliver + kaiser), dacryphilia (kaiser), praising.

♡ MICHAEL KAISER

your little friends with benefits with kaiser had begun over six months ago. you and him were both at a party on new years and one thing led to another, and you ended up head first into his mattress with his cock deep inside you. you both promised it would be a one time thing, but one time turned to two, three, and eventually four times.

he was the one who proposed the idea of having a little “thing.” he said you could both call it off at any time and you weren’t exclusive to each other. it didn’t sound like such a bad idea anyway. it was just mindless fun with pleasure mixed within, right?

kaiser was so fucking great in bed. whenever you two would link up, he would make sure you were shaking by the time he was done. he loved seeing the reactions your body had whenever he did something to it. you were so addictive. there were even a few times he would skip practice so he could go and fuck your brains out. if anything, you were the best workout he could ever ask for. your sweaty bodies clinging to each other afterwards was better than any drug he could ever try. he wondered where the hell you had been hiding all of this time.

tonight was a bit different, though.

kaiser had hit you up later on in the evening. it was a bit odd since you recalled him telling you that he had a game earlier in the day. you shrugged it off, but that changed when you stepped into his nice apartment and noticed how his demeanor was different. he seemed pissed off. you could just tell from his facial expressions and how he carried himself around.

when you both reached the bed, kaiser was a lot rougher than he usually was. your face was shoved into the pillow and your ass was sore from the amount of times he had spanked you. his pace was set quite quick as well. his balls smacked your puffy clit with every thrust, and he seemed to be taking whatever was wrong out on you.

“fuck.. yeah, that’s right, take my fuckin’ cock..” he grunted, his fingertips dragging up your spine. “stupid fucks saying i can’t score.. wait till they see what i’m scoring every night..”

you whimpered when kaiser’s palm made contact with your ass cheeks again. a harsh slap filled your ears, making your pussy clench slightly around his cock. “k-kaiser..” your fingers curled on the sheets below you.

he smirked, taking a fistful of your hair to yank you upwards towards him. “yeah..? you like when i fuck you like a good little slut?” he questioned. “you’re so fucking beautiful.. god, i’m gonna make you cum so hard..”

kaiser then took hold of your hips, slamming his cock into your aching hole. he could feel your pussy twitching around him, signaling you were close to your climax. he wanted to make you a fucking mess. he was the only guy that could make you see stars whenever you finally came. that’s how he knew he was good enough for you.

“kaiser, kaiser! i’m gonna cum!” you cried, tears forming at your lash line from how intense the pleasure was.

he clenched his teeth when your cunt spasmed around his dick. you squeezed him so tightly that he hit his orgasm as well. his cum leaked into your walls, filling your womb nicely.

kaiser then flipped you over so you were now laying on your back. sweat trickled down his body and along the blue rose tattoo that covered his neck. “wanna go for round two..? i got a lot more i wanna do to you, baby.” he grinned.

♡ OLIVER AIKU

you started seeing oliver right after your birthday party which was at one of the clubs in your city. your friends surprised you with a fun evening of drinks and dancing. it was what you needed.

your friend caught oliver staring at you the entire night. his dual colored eyes never left your body and the way it swayed on the dance floor to the music that vibrated around the club. he was with two other guys and he didn’t seem to have a single care about what they were talking about. he was solely focused on you and your friends were trying their best to make you talk to him. you denied it a few times because you thought a guy as hot as him was probably looking at someone else, but you were wrong.

after a few drinks, you gained the confidence to walk over to him when he was by himself. he introduced himself and he seemed a little surprised to see that you came over yourself. he almost thought for a moment that he would have to be the one to get up and make a move, but he thought it was hot of you to come to him.

you two both ended up going into one of the back rooms inside of the club. oliver’s cock was bullying your walls and he had your legs over his shoulders. your pussy hugged him perfectly, and he knew damn well he was gonna like you. there was just something so alluring about you that he couldn’t get enough of. you had to be his dream girl because there was no way that you didn’t come to him for a reason.

oliver kissed you sloppily. he tugged on your lower lip with his teeth and smirked when you moaned into the kiss. “fuck.. you like that, angel? look at you.. the pretty birthday girl getting fucked by me..” he grunted while he felt your cunt clench slightly around him.

your arms were snaked around his neck. his back was covered in scratch marks that irritated his skin, but he paid no mind to them. all he could focus on was you. “y-yes! yes! fuck! ‘so good, oliver!” you threw your head back as he kissed at your g-spot.

he toyed with your puffy clit, drawing you closer to your orgasm. hearing his name come from your lips sent him into a focus that he could hardly pull away from. you were so gorgeous. you took him so fucking well. “come on, baby, cum on this dick.. i wanna see it messy.” he cooed, kissing your lips. “be a good girl for me.. yeah?”

you nodded eagerly and your thighs began to tremble when your high finally crashed over you. oliver couldn’t help but groan when your pussy clamped around his cock, milking him of what was left in his balls. his head went backwards when he felt his orgasm hitting him like a truck. he had such a tight grip on your thighs that it surely would leave a mark the next day.

oliver sighed, chuckling at how fucked out you looked compared to an hour ago. “i wanna see you again.. maybe i’ll give you another gift for your birthday.. yeah?” he winked.

♡ SAE ITOSHI

you and sae had been hooking up for several months. the two of you met at a restaurant you were serving at, and he had slipped his number onto the receipt he used to tip you. you were a bit shocked at such an action, but nonetheless was he a hot guy you wanted to know more about.

sae was rich and he was very charming. he would make your cheeks burn whenever he flirted with you, and he got you anything you wanted. there were times you would be randomly surprised with flowers or small chocolates. your roommate thought you had a secret admirer, but you knew full well who was behind that. it was cute and you honestly loved it. sae made you happy and you were very attracted to him.

he suggested hookups because neither of you were sure about serious relationships at that moment. you were fine with that and so was he. sae did so many amazing things to your body. he would drive you crazy. there were even a few instances where you sent him videos and photos of yourself in skimpy lingerie or a nice audio where you’re moaning his name. sae fucking loved it.

sae had been away playing soccer for the past month. he finally returned home and you were so excited to see him. the second he pulled up to your building, you ran out and climbed into his car without a single thought. smelling his familiar cologne and seeing that red hair you loved so much brought back so many memories for you.

eventually, you both went to an empty parking lot and escaped to the backseat of his sleek car. you were sitting on his lap with his cock pumping into you at a quick pace. your tits bounced in his face and his hands squeezed the fat of your ass while you rode his cock. he missed you so fucking much. he hated the idea of jerking off because you weren’t there to make him cum as well. seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air.

“sae..! right there!” your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades.

he let go of your nipple with a sudden ‘pop’ sound. he loved hearing your pretty voice call out for him. “yeah..? shit, look at you..” he groaned, watching as your pussy gripped his cock.

you pressed your forehead against his, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. his palm came to cup your cheek, feeling how warm it was. he was so close to getting to his climax. you always made him so weak. there was something in the air whenever you came around, and it was drawing sae in. this was unlike any little “thing” he had before.

his pace rapidly shifted and became very fast. skin slapped against another and your vision went white every time sae reached that button inside of you. “sae! i’m gonna c-cum!” you cried.

sae wrapped his arms around your waist, bouncing you on his cock. “f-fuck.. me too..” he groaned, throwing his head back onto the headrest. he couldn’t help but slam your hips onto his cock to push you deeper into him. you were so cute and perfect.

you inhaled a sharp gasp when that knot in your belly snapped. a creamy white ring circled sae’s cock, making noises come from your dripping cunt. his cock twitched at how much cum came out of him from just that one orgasm. he had to lay back for a moment to catch his breath.

you slumped against his chest, panting. you felt so tired, but you didn’t want to move. “can we stay like this..?” you titled your head to look at him.

he nodded, smiling softly at you. “of course..”

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heartmix · 2 months ago

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Help Is Here - LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x gn!reader

Word Count: 500+

Twelve Fics of Christmas - Gift Wrapping

Warning: a sad lando moment (picture him sitting in the gravel in that one picture)

A/N: look how cute those pictures of lando are!

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Lando was great at a lot of things. Racing, video games, golf, but one thing he was terrible at was gift wrapping. Who even needed to learn how to be good at it? Gift wrapping was only necessary once a year for Christmas and maybe some birthdays.

Sitting in the middle of his living room surrounded by unwrapped gifts, rolls of wrapping paper, and even some crumbled paper at his failed attempts he decided enough was enough. He was tired of watching tiktoks on how to wrap a present. He needed you to do the job for him.

"The help is here!" You announced walking in to find him looking defeated surrounded by an unbelievable amount of things.

"I give up. Please help me." he looked up at you with the biggest frown on his face you've ever seen.

"How could I say no to that face." You smiled moving the gifts and wrapping paper so you could sit right next to him. "How about I show you just in case I'm not around next year."

"Stop joking with me." He grumbled making you laugh.

"Okay okay. I'll wrap and you write the tags. Sound good?" Giving him a reassuring smile to which he nodded like a little kid.

For what seemed like hours you spent the time wrapping and taping gifts. Switching out wrapping papers to make it look more pretty. You even found little bows and ribbons in the wrapping kit Lando brought. By the time you were on the last few gifts, your fingers were feeling a bit sore and your lower back was trying to protest you to stop. All the pain was worth it to see Lando's frown turned upside down.

"By any chance did I wrap any of my gifts?" You hummed looking at Lando concentrating on making his writing nice and making sure to spell everyone's name right.

"Why? See anything you like?" He hummed a smile plastered on his lips.

"A lot of expensive stuff." You joked.

"I'm not that dumb to let you wrap your own gift. That's the first one I did." He smiled. Curiously you look over the room to find a present that didn't look like the others.

"It's in my room, just have to wait till Christmas." He smirked as you let out a playful huff.

As you handed him the last gift to assign, you sat back against the couch admiring your work. It made you think about the gifts you still had to wrap at home. As Lando placed the final gift under the tree he pulled you up with him on the couch to get more comfort in your back. If he was hurting, he couldn't imagine the pain you must be in. That thought made him feel a little guilty about having you wrap everything, but there wasn't a single complaint, only you with a smile admiring your work.

"Thank you for helping me, it means a lot." He sighed in relief pulling you against him.

"Anytime playboy. What about next year we stick to gift bags huh?" You teased.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris

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thexsilentxwordsmith · 1 year ago

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Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader

Getting so worked up during a celebration for Price's birthday that Simon has to take you in the bathroom of the bar you are both at just so you'll calm down

"Just couldn't fuckin' wait till we got back, yeah baby?" Simon growls in your ear with his warm breath, lips close to the side of your head as you both stand cramped inside that tiny bathroom stall as he desperately works your cunt with his fingers. "My fuckin' needy little kitten, shit you're just grinding away on my thick fuckin' fingers, aren't ya? Needed it that bad?"

It wasn't your fault honestly, he knew what the liquor did to your libido and yet he let you have shot after shot to keep pace with the boys...I mean it was a celebration after all, but still.

If he didn't want to be knuckles deep between your petals he should have pulled the reigns long ago...and yet maybe this was what he wanted in the first place. It wasn't like he was dismissing your discrete advances all night, even taking you by the hand to the dingy bar bathroom himself.

Price's birthday wasn't always able to be celebrated, work did have to come first unfortunately, but it just so happened that everything fell into place this year and so the entire group gathered in the local bar to let go and have fun.

And here you were with Simon having you own extra bit of fun, though this one wasn't for sharing...

Using your bandana that you had worn in your hair tonight as makeshift cuffs, Simon had your hands tied behind your head so that you wouldn't be tempted to stop the work his fingers were currently doing down below to get you off.

It had to be quick and distractions wouldn't help.

"Sorry, baby," you whimpered, mouth agape as heavy breaths exited your lips. "Just fucking need you so bad sometimes I can't see straight. And you are just looking so good tonight...was having trouble not just riding you at the table."

Oh he was absolutely gonna give you hell for it, but there was no doubt that he loved every fucking second of just how needy you could get for him. Just hearing that lilting whine in your voice, begging and pleading with him to take you in any way, shape, or form he could sent him up the goddamn wall.

"They probably all know what we're doin' in here, ya know that sweetheart," he said, thick accent making your skin tingle and your clit throb. "They're probably chucklin' under their breaths about how we weren't slick at all, breakin' away from the group like that. I bet they're whisperin' about how you're fuckin' just takin' it all, whatever I give ya."

You shook your head, eyes closed as he slipped another large finger into your already soaked panties and up into your core. "Don't care," you breathed, "even if they call me a whore, they better put your name in front of it and I won't deny it."

The plan was just to get you off quick so that you could finish out the night with the gang and then take you back later to his to do you proper, but fuck the way his cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans that wasn't gonna be enough.

"F-fuck baby, why do you always feel so fucking good?" you again whimpered quietly, so far gone between the booze and your lovers fingers that sanity had left you completely.

You were just so fucking wet, looking so goddamn voluptuous with all those juicy curves, saying all the right things to make him fall apart. As much as he tried to stay sane, it wasn't working, so change of plans...otherwise he was gonna be a fucking mess and that just wouldn't do.

That's how it always went, didn't it? He should've known he could keep himself out of you; not even if he tried.

"Ya want me inside ya?" Simon asked hurriedly out of the blue, as if he didn't already know the answer, and instantly your eyes shot open as your heart nearly burst from your chest.

"God, yes," you answered without hesitation. "Please Simon, fill me to the brim..."

A quick scramble to undo his pants, buckle jingling and denim rubbing against itself as he shimmied the damned things down enough to release himself, his cock already hard and pulsating, needing to enter you now.

Using the toilet paper dispenser as a makeshift ledge, Simon picked you up and set you on it with a prayer that it would stay bolted to the stall wall long enough the he could get you both off before it broke. He hated that any part of you had to touch anything in here, who the fuck knew how clean it was, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Your thighs instantly locked around his hips as you waited for him to align the head of his cock with your entrance. "Gotta make this quick" he groaned, the head of his member slipping itself through your petals.

And there it was, the initial thrust that always split you open as you took every inch inside until he ran out of inches to give. Christ, how fucking amazing it was to be so full of him; that fucking girth was more than enough.

"G-god-d-damn," he choked out, his hands digging harshly into your hips as he clung on for dear life, trying to not cum so fast. "Your gonna be the fuckin' death of me sweetheart."

You were already soaked and he had no trouble slamming into you over and over again, his pace quick and intense as at any moment someone could come walking through the door and hear you two going at it like a couple of teenagers, screwing wherever the mood struck.

Over and over his cock thrust into your core, the wet sounds of skin slapping against one another music to his ears that only fueled his passions further. You were a dream, a fucking vision of lustful beauty, and the way you felt only matched.

What was he supposed to do, not be obsessed? Fuck that, you were the best goddamn thing to happen to the manky bastard and it made him absolutely crazy about you.

Shit the pressure felt divine as the angle of his penetration made certain to engage your sensitive clit as well. Mix that with the tingling in your limbs from the alcohol and you were already dancing dangerously close to the edge of your orgasm.

"Yes, y-yes," you repeated in increasing volume, breasts bouncing up and down against his chest as he pounded into you.

"That's it sweetheart," he praised, "come on. Let go for me baby."

The wall of the stall shaking, the creak of the paper dispenser beneath you, the relentless place of Simon's hips snapping against yours was all to much.

"Cum with me," you begged.

"I'm already there luv," he replied quickly, "just let go. Come on pretty girl, come on."

In and out, in and out of your tight cunt a few more times, his abs clenching as Simon's own orgasm popped off and you were gone, crying out as your body shook from the release of pressure like a least in the wind.

Shit you saw fucking stars with that one.

As you both rode out the end of your pleasure together, that's when you heard the door open and a pair of heavy booted footsteps cross the floor. Simon's large palm cupped over the entirety of your mouth to stifle the last of your orgasmic moans, his cock still buried within you as whoever it was went about their business, taking a piss as was evident by the sound.

The urinal flushed after a few moments, followed by footsteps to the sink. A quick wash and the both of you thought the coast would soon be clear and you'd be able to finish up and head out.

"Be sure and come back to join us when your done, yeah?" the voice of your captain sounded through the tiny room; you'd been caught red handed. "Would hate to see you two leave early...again."

Well fuck, guess the cat was out of the bag now. Simon chuckled as he leaned in and gave you a kiss as the door to the bathroom shut, leaving you two alone in silence again.

"Oops," Simon whispered against your lips before he planted another heavy, greedy kiss to them, "too bad I'm not sorry."

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pucksandpower · 1 year ago

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I have an idea for the Grid Kiiiiiids. They all try to start teaching their sister to drive a kart 🥹 up to you how old she is when they start lol but you know Max and Charles especially want that girl in a kart ASAP

Grid Kids: Little Racer

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the grid kids can’t wait to take their sister karting

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Lando looks particularly proud as he rubs his hands together. “Alright, we got the best present for her. Trust us, she’s going to love it!”

George nods enthusiastically, “It’s honestly the best thing ever. A bit of an investment for her future, you know?”

Max, trying to hide a grin, chips in, “And it’ll give her a head start in racing.”

You raise an eyebrow suspiciously, “What did you boys do?”

Charles can barely contain his excitement. “Just open the garage and see!”

You slowly make your way to the garage with growing trepidation, the grid kids practically bouncing on their feet behind you. When you open the door, there, in all its glory, sits a shiny new kart, complete with racing stripes and a custom-made helmet with your daughter’s initials.

Your jaw drops. “She’s one! She can barely even walk! What is she going to do with a kart?”

Lance, looking a little defensive, offers up ideas, “Well, she can ... sit in it? Look cute? Take photos for Instagram?”

George chimes in, “It’s never too early to get them started, right? I mean, she’s got the genes for it.”

“Think of it as a ... decorative statement piece for now? Then, in a few years, she can actually use it,” Mick suggests.

You can’t help but chuckle at their over-the-top enthusiasm. “You guys ... she’ll probably be more interested in the cardboard box it came in than the actual kart itself right now.”

Lando pouts, “Well, when you put it like that ...”

You laugh, “Thank you. It’s a very thoughtful gift. But we’re going to have to save it for when she’s a bit older.”

Max smirks, “By a bit older, you mean like five, right?”

You shake your head, exasperated by your impressively stubborn sons but always grateful for how much they love their sister. “We’ll see.”

***

Four years later, the sound of shattering glass pierces the quiet night. In an instant, you’re on your feet, grabbing a baseball bat from the corner of your room. Sebastian, equally alarmed, snatches up a table lamp from his nightstand, wielding it like some sort of medieval weapon.

As you both stealthily approach the main room, you hear muffled whispers.

“Why did you have to step on the vase, Max!” George hisses.

“It was dark! And Lando pushed me,” Max retorts defensively.

Lando protests, “Did not!”

You round the corner, brandishing your bat and glaring at the intruders. “What are you doing in here?”

The grid kids freeze like deer caught in headlights, Lando holding a giant Happy 5th Birthday balloon, Charles cradling a shiny new helmet, and Mick holding a small cake with five candles.

Max tries to salvage the situation with a sheepish grin, “Well, you did say she could start karting when she turned five. We just wanted to be the first to take her.”

Lance points to the clock on the wall that now reads 12:03 AM, “Technically, she’s five now.”

You sigh, lowering your bat, a smile slowly forming. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Sebastian chuckles as he puts the lamp down, “At least wait till morning. And next time, maybe use the door? You all have keys for a reason.”

Charles grins brightly, “Where’s the fun in that?”

Lando glances at the broken vase and nudges a shard of ceramic with his toe. “Sorry about that. We’ll get you a new one.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “Just ... go home. We’ll see you at a more reasonable hour.”

Mick winks with a cheeky smile, “How about 7 AM? Sounds reasonable to me.”

You groan, ushering them out. “Go, before I change my mind about the karting!”

As the door closes behind them, you and Sebastian share a laugh. The grid kids never fail to bring some chaos into your lives.

***

The morning sun is just starting to peek through the curtains when you hear the soft hum of engines outside your window. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up and glance at the clock. 6:57 AM. “Seriously?” You mutter under your breath.

The doorbell rings and the soft hum now sounds suspiciously like the familiar excited murmurs of multiple voices.

You throw on a robe and head downstairs, opening the door to find the grid kids, all in their race suits, clustered on your front porch. Behind them, a trailer holds the tiny kart, polished to a shine and adorned with a large bow.

Max declares, “Told you we’d be back!”

Charles holds out a tray of coffee, “We brought reinforcements.”

George steps forward, a picnic basket in hand. “And breakfast! We figured that after all the excitement, you might be hungry.”

Lando bounces like a hyperactive puppy. “So, is she ready? We’ve got the whole day planned out!”

Sebastian, now also at the door in his pajamas, chuckles, “Let the poor girl wake up first.”

Mick is holding a small helmet and gloves. “We’ve got everything she needs.”

“We even have a little race suit for her.” Lance shows off the preschooler-sized suit, complete with the German flag and her name. “We got it customized and everything!”

You can’t help but join in on their enthusiasm. “Alright, alright. Just give us a minute to get her up and ready.”

The grid kids cheer, high-fiving each other.

As you head back inside, Sebastian wraps an arm around your shoulders. “You know, for a group of the most elite drivers in the world, they sure get excited about kiddie karting.”

You smile back, “That’s what makes it all the more special.”

***

You tiptoe into your daughter’s room, finding her sprawled out on the bed among a sea of stuffed animals. Sebastian follows closely behind, his excitement barely contained.

“You do the honors,” you whisper, motioning to the tiny alarm clock on her nightstand.

Sebastian nudges the clock and it lets out a soft rendition of a race car engine revving. Your daughter stirs, her little eyes slowly blinking open.

“Vroom vroom,” she murmurs drowsily, pushing herself up with a yawn.

“Morning, sunshine,” you greet, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Ready for your big day?”

She beams, “Karting day?”

Sebastian chuckles, “That’s right! And you’ve got a whole pit crew waiting for you downstairs.”

Her eyes widen in excitement, “Brothers are here?”

You nod, “Bright and early. They couldn’t wait.”

She practically jumps out of bed, “Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Downstairs, the grid kids are in a frenzy of activity, making last-minute checks on the kart, packing snacks, and discussing strategies.

“You sure she doesn’t need a quick racing line tutorial?” Lando asks, pointing at some scribbles on a whiteboard.

Max rolls his eyes, “She’s five, mate.”

“Exactly. The perfect age to start,” Lando retorts.

Your daughter giggles as Charles lifts her onto his shoulders, “Look at you, future world champ!”

George hands her a small helmet, “Safety first!”

She tries it on and it slips down half of her head.

“Maybe we’ll adjust that,” Mick chuckles, helping to resize the straps.

Once everything is packed and ready, the convoy sets off for the track. Your daughter, sandwiched between Lando and George, is treated to a hilariously exaggerated commentary of their drive.

“Watch that apex! Oh no, a dramatic overtake by that ... minivan?” Lando narrates, making your daughter giggle uncontrollably.

At the track, the grid kids swarm around, setting up the kart, unloading equipment, and securing the area.

Lance kneels in front of your daughter. “Now, remember, it’s all about having fun, okay? But also ... don’t crash.”

She giggles, “Okay, Lancey.”

Charles takes her hand, leading her to the kart. “Ready to hop in?”

She nods eagerly, and with a little help, she’s seated and ready.

With the helmet securely in place and the engine purring softly, she looks up at you and Sebastian with big, excited eyes.

“Remember, slow and steady,” you call out, giving her a thumbs-up.

She revs the engine, and under the watchful eyes of her brothers, begins to kart for the first time.

As she makes her way around the track, the grid kids cheer raucously and even get a bit teary-eyed. The sight of the little kart zooming around, driven by your fearless daughter, is a memory none of you will forget.

When she finally finishes her laps and the engine dies down, the grid kids rush over, lifting her into the air in celebration.

Lando, panting from excitement as if he were the one driving, declares, “Best. Day. Ever!”

Your daughter is grinning from ear to ear. “Can we do it again tomorrow?”

Sebastian pulls you close as you watch your children make plans to kart together soon. “Looks like we’ve got another racer in the family.”

Your heart melts when you see the look of pure joy on your daughter’s face as she’s surrounded by her brothers. “Formula 1 better watch out.”

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qtkoshi · 2 years ago

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Maybe gn!Reader and Hobie adopt a kitten and the other three (Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles) come to see the kitten? Maybe a orange kitten gn!Reader wanted to name Spunk or Spike while Hobie gave them a spike collar? Would be cute lol

i luv ur brain anon

"you got....a kitten?"

- ok ok idk if this is what u meant, but u can feel free to run this with the bubblegum reader + hobie bc i think it fits alright :-) - also get a little deep with describing relationship,, but it’s necessary for the plot ! (...) - also!!! tysm for the requests; i am very excited to get into them, but will prob wait till tmrw to release bc it is my birthday today <3 much love to you all

──★ ˙ ̟ to the stars ！

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alright first of all: hobie with a kitten? i’m in tears.

i love the hc that hobie has a soft spot for cats and the fact that y’all got one together? bye.

NAPS WITH THE KITTEN JUST NESTLED BETWEEN BOTH OF YOU

this cat is gonna be SPOILED in attention i tell u rn

hobie isn’t as obvious ab it as u, but the amount of times u see him chilling with the cat just perched on his shoulder?? (why are u taking the baby swinging across the city hobie; wait a min now–)

how u got him

imagine this: ur walking past an alley and hear this small little meow; after further investigation you find this tuft of orange fur crying outside the dumpster and

now u gotta take it in what r u talking about!!

bringing him home immediately ; hobie's spidey senses prob picked up the cat's presence before you got in the door.

'baby what's that.' 'c'mon spiderman we got saving to do'

man can't even argue with you

hobie not naming the cat himself bc he doesn’t wanna enforce socio-constructed labels on an unsuspecting creature that can’t consent

u can tho.

and while you very much want to, you tell hobie you gotta think on it for a bit – it has to fit just right!! (tbh he rlly doesn’t mind the cat being nameless, but he’s kinda whipped and will kinda go with what u want if it helps give that pretty lil smile to him again)

spider-squad finding out ab him

the besties r wrapping up something with a fight and hobie’s all k gotta leave and check on the cat and the rest are like ?????

pav absolutely floored bc how dare did u not mention this sooner hobie

'so you lot wanna come see him?' (inter-dimensional travel ensues) – also never gonna complain ab coming to hobie’s house they all think his place is dope

i’m sure we all know orange cats are fucking crazy and that does not exclude the little gremlin jumping off the walls of your flat rn

hobie ofc is smirking bc his son the cat is a little agent of chaos and he couldn’t be more proud

you, on the other hand, are just a little tired trying to get the fucker to stay still for a second so u can put on the damn flea medicine

everybody loves him are u kidding (miles a little hesitant tho, he still has beef with the last spiderman-variant cat he met :/ )

“so whats its name?” miles was watching with wary eyes as the little ball of fur darted around. with a heavy (and definitely not dramatic) sigh, you walk over to the group “still haven’t picked. we just found him yesterday.”

luv the idea of hobie looking at u anytime ur in the room (stay with me now) — can’t help it u just grab all his attention, maybe stop being so lovely idk

speaking of your relationship: he has spent years battering against everything life throws at him that having your love in the palm of his hands? something to protect not in the way he does as a hero, but in the way to cherish as a person?? give the man a break, he deserves to admire you whenever he can.

anyways hobie’s looking at you before going ‘oh yea’, just grunts and pulls out this little collar with little spikes and their matching and oh my that is so cute

says he found it in some garbage, most def made the collar with some scraps like he did his own (gotta keep it cool yk)

you giddy and putting the collar on the little heathen and just all ‘omg wait a min’

promptly lifting the cat up and “THIS IS SPIKE.”

cue golf claps from the squad with some ooo’s and aah’s

more gen headcannons

remember when hobie and the cat were swinging around the city? yea he's taking that mf everywhere. puts him in his pocket like a little surprise

hobie loves to play fight with the cat

spike is the perfect mix; got hobie’s energy and your brightness it’s a win-win

i could write more but i'll stop here for now 🕸️

⊗

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderpunk #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #spiderpunk x reader #hobart brown x reader #hobie۫ ִ✮#this was so cute hehe #thank you anon #!!!!!

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mommysmutt · 2 months ago

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It’s your 18th birthday, and I keep my eyes glued to you at your party. No one else knows it but you’ve never been touched before,not even by yourself. You’re still a fresh little flower waiting to bloom. And I was going to be the first.. So what if I was 10 years older? That doesn’t matter, not one bit.. Besides, it would be fun..~

I wait until the party dies down, I made sure every man knew that you were spoken for, glaring at them until they took their hands off you or stepped away when I thought they got too close.. You are my flower to play with, no one is going to pop that cherry except me.. You didn’t know it yet, but you belong to me..

Your parents had invited me to stay the night, I get along well with them. All according to plan if I was going to get my hands on you. You came downstairs to say goodnight, wearing nothing but a pair of lace underwear and a white tank top that hugged your features.. Such an innocent act you thought but to me, you were asking for it..

I wait till your parents are finally asleep before I sneak my way into your room. You’re already asleep, the blanket tossed to the side and your shirt pulled down just enough to expose nipple. God you look so beautiful like that..

I move over to you, my hands just lightly trailing over your body. I smirk as I see a little wet spot on your undies and I cannot wait to get inside you.. But I decide to be nice. I slowly move your panties to the side, trailing my tongue over your folds before I start to slowly lick at your clit. Teasing you and fucking you with my tongue as you sleep. Carefully holding you as you try to pull away but I don’t let you. Using my mouth on your cunt until I know you’re so close. I pull away, licking my lips as I stroke myself to get myself fully erect before grinding my hot length against your folds, teasing the tip against your clit.

I make sure to go slow, carefully pushing the tip into your tight, virgin heat and I have to stop myself from groaning too loudly you’re so tight around me. Inch by inch I push myself deeper inside you, watching you to make sure that you don’t wake up just yet, the soft whimpers and moans you’re making in your sleep sound like music in my ears.

I slowly start to thrust into you, your tight heat feels amazing I can’t help but move. Your moans become louder as you start to stir awake from the new sensation of my cock pushing in and pulling out of your virgin pussy. It’s not till my cock starts to bully your cervix that you wake up. My hand flying to cover your mouth before you get too loud. You try to push me away, squirming under me and pushing at my arms but I’m stronger than you.

“Quiet princess.. We don’t want to wake up your parents..~ Tonight, I make you a true woman.”

I continue to bully your cervix, your eyes rolling from all this new pleasure, your want or need to fight back and pull away slowly melting as I make you cum over and over with my cock. Your cute little brain turning to complete mush as I get you addicted to my cock. Your desperate whimpers and moans has me cumming right against your cervix even as you beg me to pull out, how you can’t get pregnant but I don’t care. I keep cumming inside you and fucking my cum deeper through the night.

Every night after that you call me, I talk you through ways to pleasure yourself until I’m able to see you again and fuck you senseless. Your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t even feel as good as mine does. I molded you specifically for me, you will never be satisfied by anyone else. So what if I make you a teen mom.. I’m going to keep you nice and round, full of my babies, letting you pass them off as your boyfriend’s kids but we both know the truth. You will always belong to me..

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americas-ass-writing · 5 months ago

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Birthday surprise

Steve Rogers x soulmate!reader

Words: 1k

Summary: Steve has a very special surprise planned for your birthday

Warnings: none I think

AN: this is my (first hopefully) entry to Siri’s Birthday Bonenanza! Happy birthday dear @stargazingfangirl18! I got out our favourite soulmates just for you 🥰 I used the prompt "Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”. I hope you like it!

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you" the soft voice of your boyfriend slowly pulls you from your slumber. He came over last night to cook you dinner, watch a movie of your choice and make sure to be the first to congratulate you by perfectly timing a kiss as the clock struck midnight.

His smile is the first thing you see as you finally open your eyes and mumble a "good morning". His warm embrace almost lulls you back to sleep but your soulmate has different plans. "Happy Birthday" he says once more before giving you a sweet kiss. "We have some plans for today... So as much as I'd like to let you sleep in, you have to get up" he adds with a sweet pout on his lips. He quickly kisses your pout away and sits up. You know the drill of his morning ritual so you turn around to lay on your stomach. His lips find your soulmark with a sweet peck that sends tingles through your body. After three pecks for good measure he gets out of bed and starts to get ready. You grumble a bit more but ultimately get out of bed to also get ready. This is when your unofficial morning ritual starts. You find Steve in the bathroom, half dressed, brushing his teeth and press a sweet kiss to his soulmark. Your arms wrap around him as he shivers in delight, your head finding it's place between his shoulder blades. He lets out a low chuckle and continues with his oral and skincare, throughoutly enjoying your snuggles. When he's done he turns in your embrace and wraps his arms around you. He always the two of you from side to side till he signals with a kiss to your forehead that you need to get ready too. Off he goes to get dressed while you finish up in the bathroom.

After breakfast Steve takes you on a little shopping spree to the bookstore. Although he's adamant that you have unlimited budget you don't pick up everything you want. You pick a few more books than you'd usually splurge on but buying the whole shelf of your favourite genre seems excessive. Steve, ever the gentleman, carries your new treasures around the next store he's letting you have free range: home decor. This is somehow even more dangerous than the books. Your fingers twitch at the candle selection, wanting to pick up several but you narrow it down to five fall scented ones. Steve also finds you a new throw blanket you can't resist and is promptly rewarded with a kiss. He's smiling the entire time and you get the feeling he's happier about this shopping spree than you are.

Once you're done he promises you another surprise. A brief walk through the park that brought you together leads you both towards the Avengers tower. You're a bit confused and a bit disappointed. Whatever he has planned will be great for sure but there's always so many people here that you won't have Steve for yourself. As if he can sense it Steve gives your hand a small squeeze and throws you a reassuring smile. He's doing his best to lead you two up to his room without anyone stopping you guys for him. If they come up to wish you a happy birthday he gladly lets them. You deserve to be celebrated every single day but especially today. Soon the two of you make it to his room where he sets down his gifts and swiftly pulls you onto his bed for some cuddles. He doesn't get to enjoy them long because your stomach growls. Steve lets out a chuckle and kisses your forehead. "Alright... Time for lunch." He says with this sweet smile and eyes full of hearts that are reserved just for you.

Soon enough you find yourself in a strange room. It's wide, empty, walls of steel and no windows. The only things in here besides of you are a picnic basket and blanket. Your eyebrow lifts at your soulmate. Surely he could have found a better place. Steve smiles only widens at your confusion and he walks to a control panel in the wall.

"You know two of the few things I love are you and breaking the rules. When I thought about what to do for your birthday I soon had an idea to combine those two things. And well Tony was very helpful with this. I know you love fall and today is not really... fall. So I'm bringing it to you by using our training simulation room. Normally we use it with agents to simulate those horrible scenarios. So they can train. Today I'm using it, without shield director permission," his eyes glint with mischief "to bring us to our spot in the fall." His smile is so bright as he pushes a button and the simulation starts around you. Trees forming around you, the bridge with the benches appearing right under the picnic blanket, colourful leaves and the little river fill out the rest. Even the air smells crisp and of fall. Soon enough you find yourself in a perfect replica of your spot but with your favorite season taking it over.

You can't help the smile growing on your face as Steve walks up to you. He's about to ask what you think but the words die on his lips as you embrace him with a bit too much force, causing a little "oof" to escape him. "I have a feeling you like it" he grins as you roll your eyes playfully.

"Oh do you now?" You tease with a smirk which soon is kissed from your lips.

"Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?" He whispers against your lips. "It was so hard not to tell you... I knew how excited you'd be about it." He admits. Your smile turns a bit softer and you cup his cheek. "Thank you Stevie... This is amazing." His smile turns even brighter.

"Happy Birthday sweetheart... I love you"

"I love you too, Stevie”

#happy birthday siri 2024 #captain america #captain america imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers imagine #captain america x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader

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httpseungmxn · 5 months ago

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Plushies

Quackity X Streamer!Female Reader

🍬 - fluffy

Authors Note: Hi there Angels, welcome back to another Quackity fic! I had some very sudden inspiration to write this fic and hardly any plans for it aside for that it continues off from the last one, so I’m just going for it! Hopefully it isn’t too bad and you guys can enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3

Warnings: slight bit of cussing because its Q and he is brushing off onto reader:p, reader is called “hermosa” again!

Triggers: None as far as I am aware!

Since your birthday stream last month, your streams have been constant and exciting. You figured when the birthday stream ended, everyone would unfollow and disappear, but they didn’t. People actually enjoyed the content you did, and thought the streams were fun to watch. It was the same way with Alex. You assumed he would just unfriend and move on with his life, but instead he was constantly inviting you to calls to stream with him.

You two were now known as the chaotic duo on twitch. You both were constantly causing chaos everywhere. Streams, calls, games, etc. How were you causing chaos? In minecraft, tnt and mobs were constantly being dropped by the both of you. It was just little things that erupted into big messy things.

Speak of the devil. Interrupting yet another one of your streams was Q who had a very specific ringtone that the fans knew. Declining the call to focus on the timed obby your doing, just to get another call from the boy.

“ Yes chat, that’s Q calling. This is like the fourth time since I started streaming. “

The chat was blowing up making comments about Alex being clingy and shipping the two of you together.

Finally deciding to answer the call when he called one las time.

“ Alex Quackity, if you cause me to lose this record, I will be coming for you next in the minecraft event. “

“ Its so rude to ignore me, ___, I’m your bestfriend! “

Letting out a snort at the slight whine in his words, knowing it was just a teasing thing. You focused back on your task while waiting for the man to speak up about what he called you for. He never did though. Instead he stayed eerily silent which was definitely not like him at all.

Letting out a yelp when he suddenly let out a scream.

“ alex, what the hell! “. Not getting a response but instead a notification that he had begun streaming as well to which you pulled it up on your phone. As soon as you caught sight of him, you busted out into laughter.

There he sat in his chair with a box in his right hand, staring at the camera with a deadpan, covered in little stuffed cats and bunnies. The look on his face would surely be later turned into a meme by one of his fans.

“ ___, care to explain ? “ , waiting for your giggles to calm down. Looking down at the toys covering his lap, before looking back up to the camera.

“ happy birthday? “ ,was all you could muster before you were laughing again.

“ my birthday isn’t till December! What am I gonna do with all of these! “, regretting the question as soon as he said it, because of what chat began saying next.

“ no chat! I am not using it as a personal body pillow! Don’t bring ___ into this! Shes in big trouble, chat! “.

Your laughing suddenly came to a stop at his words. Glad the chat can’t see you because you know they’d all be freaking out over how red your cheeks were. Letting out a soft cough and focusing back on the obby until you made it to the end. “ we did it chat! “.

“ ___, chat is wondering when you’ll do a face reveal “,

“ I’ll do a face reveal when you do a hair reveal “, “ so never? “. Letting out a soft laugh and shaking your head.

“ No, I’ll do one. I want to, just hadn’t really put two thoughts in it to be honest. I have a facecam attached to my computer. “, the dramatic gasp Alex let out had you giggling again.

“ you’ve been denying us from seeing your face, hermosa? Are you crazy? Let us see you! “, his nickname had you red all over again.

“ you guys really want to see? “, you knew you really didn’t have to ask that question because you already knew the answer both from chat and Alex, you just wanted to see the reactions. Feeling satisfied when both chats blew up, and Alex began to frantically nod his head.

“ well, okay, here we go. “, feeling nervous as you turned on the Facecam and looked to it, waving shyly at it as a greeting to them. Rubbing your hands gently on your thighs as you looked to the chat to read over reactions. Smiling brightly at all the compliments you were getting. You looked to alex’s stream to see his reaction and held yourself back from blushing when you noticed him just staring at you.

“ Earth to Alex, are you there? “

“ ____, why did you deny all of us this sight? You are absolutely stunning, hermosa! “, that brought out the blush. Thus forth causing chat to go wild over the interaction between you two. “ thank you, weirdo, now do you want to play a game with me? “.

“ yes! Lets play baddies “.

Somehow you knew that he was going to want to play that, but truthfully you didn’t mind. You would play anything right now if it turned the conversation to something else. You didn’t think you’d be able to live if Alex tried to have a whole conversation with chat over how pretty you were.

The both of you streamed together for about another hour and played together on facetime for another four hours. More than half of the time spent with him making comments denying him the sight and the other percentage was spent kicking his ass in Baddies. He didn’t seem to mind much and took the time to admire your beauty while you beat his avatar to his demise.

When you both were tired of gaming it was late. You both were exhausted but wanted to talk a while more. You didn’t mind staying on facetime so late, Alex made you feel comfortable. Comfortable enough to listen to his voice talking to you about streaming as you fell asleep. The facetime staying on the whole night with both of you sleeping peacefully.

This was the day you learned your feelings for Alex.

Authors ending note; Soo how was that? This one was definitely more lengthy than the last one and I didn’t really know how to format the talking so I just kind of made it work! Hopefully you guys enjoyed this one because it was really fun to write! Also this gif is going to be at the end of every q fic because its like hes cheering at me for finishing! Please let me know if you want more Quackity fics and send me in some asks! Until next time, My Angels 🫶

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burn-before-reading · 6 months ago

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moving in w joost fluff? eating takeaway pizza on the floor bc there isn’t a dinner table yet, unpacking old stuff from trips together, discussing where to hang paintings or how to furnish the place and that kind of stuff. just total domestic bliss. plzzzz I’m begging <33

Floor Pizza & Photo Albums

joost klein x reader

after finally moving in together, the two of you reminisce on how you two met and start planning your future.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: Im a total sucker for domestic shit i love this request so much. Also as someone who has moved at least once a year the past couple years i kinda need a chill moving party at some point aaaaaaaa

“ Do you want me to set the last box over here?” Joost gestures to a pile of boxes labelled KITCHEN and you nod. Setting is down, he takes a look at the work you two have left, dozens of boxes scattered around your guys new house. The two of you had planned to move in together after he asked you about a year prior. So after five years of dating, looking at too many places together, and waiting Joost to finish his tour, you guys finally found the right place to settle down.

“Thats the last box from the truck, right?” you asked, leaning up against the kitchen island.

“ya, i think so. this took longer than I thought honestly. we should have hired movers.” he laughed, wiping the sweat from his hands.

“yeah, and now we gotta unpack everything. and we can’t fully do that till all the furniture we ordered shows up.” you look to the barren kitchen and living room situation. “at least we got a mattress.” you add clicking your tongue in thought a few times before looking at him and smiling “ soo… Dinner?”

This moment reminded you of your first apartment after college, but a little less lonely. The two of your sitting in a makeshift picnic in your soon to be living room, old blanket laid out to protect the hardwood from any crumbs from a bag of chips you grabbed. A box of pizza open and slowly being devoured with some beer to wash it down. a bit more relaxing than your first night at your last apartment. sitting on an air mattress, eating microwave ramen and rewatching a movie on your laptop. yeah, this time was a lot better.

“ That was not the first conversation we had i promise you.” you chuckled as the two of you reminisced on your guys past.

“ Yes it was! I met you at Alanis’s birthday! You complimented my tattoos and you were wearing that, that one thing.”

“that one thing.”

“yeah!”

“very specific.. and that wasn’t the first time we met.” you took a sip of your beer. “it was the week before actually.”

“No, I would’ve remembered you… wait, were you at the concert?” he asked, now more intrigued than ever. his head titled slightly in curiosity.

“I was. Alanis invited me.” you nodded.

“why don’t I remember you there?”

“because you got completely hammered the second the show was over. by the time she properly introduced us you were almost black out drunk.” You teased. He just winced.

“wow, im surprised you even agreed to a date if that was your first impression of me.”

“well I already had seen you at your worst, and you still looked pretty cute.” you smirked and leaned over to kiss him on his cheek before standing up and walking over to one of the boxes.

“Schatje, we can start unpacking tomorrow. Its late.”

“I know I know, Im looking for something.” You rummaged through one of the boxes with your name on it. After a second you found what you were looking for and pulled out a book before heading back over to a confused Joost, sitting back down on the floor next to him and leaning over so your shoulders touched. You handed the book to him and opened the cover up to reveal a photo album.

“I started a photo album after moving here.”

“I remember you used to bring those disposable little cameras everywhere. Thats why I bought you that polaroid.” you nodded and continued flipping through.

First few pictures were of your old apartment, the one you had just moved out of. The sad air mattress, a blurry mirror selfie, the old cafe you used to go to.

“after the first month I met Alanis. She saw me at the same cafe all the time and said I looked sad.” You pointed to the first picture of her you took at the cafe.

“Forever glad she befriended you by the way.” Joost murmured and kissed the side of your head. your face grew slightly red but you continued the small album tour.

“yeah, me too, moving to a new country was definitely overwhelming, but two months later,” you flipped through a couple more photos, your first day at work, a couple more outings with Alanis. “I met you, unofficially.” you joked. The top picture was him performing at his concert, He was shirtless and screaming some lyrics at the crowd. The picture below was of the two of you. He clearly was wasted, and had him arm around your neck. You were smiling, facing the camera, slightly buzzed, and the two of you were making the sign of the horns with your free hands. “you saw my camera and insisted we get a picture together.”

“How had i never seen these before? and Why am I barely learning of this now?” his hand touched the picture softly, like he was trying to absorb the memory of your first meeting.

“It was for like two minutes if that makes you feel any better. I had to leave immediately after. I just felt rude leaving without complimenting your performance. And I just never wanted to correct you when we were in public.” you reassured him, but he just kept gently brushing over the photos.

“can we frame it?” he asked. You shrugged your shoulders.

“if you want? I don’t wanna take it out but I can make a copy?” you replied, but joost had pulled the picture out and was stood up to walk to fireplace mantel and held the picture up. “be careful! your hands are greasy.” you followed him with the book to see what he was doing.

“It should go on this wall right here. in the center.” he imagined.

“we can, but its like, super tiny. shouldn’t we put something bigger over there? we can do like a collage maybe.” you saw the lightbulb go off in his head at the mention of a collage and you clutched the album in your arms tighter. “wash your hands first, then ill let you start pulling all the photos out.” he set the picture down so it rest on the mantel and stood back to admire the temporary decoration.

“Volmaakt.” (perfect)

“Well if my photos are going on the wall over here then,” you went to another box and pulled out a frame that had a funny portrait Joost had drawn of you on your fifth date. “I want this to go in the living room as well. we gotta have a whole art wall honestly.”

“I bet I could commision a painting from Daan to go above the couch.” he went and moved some boxes around to make the “couch” and another for a place holder coffee table and sat down on them. “ the tv can go over there. so you can hook up your game console.” he gestured in front of him then stood up again.

“maybe the book shelf can go somewhere on that wall?”

“hmm.” you stand next to him and stick your hands out in a frame shape and squint your eyes. “I can see it. You know what I think?” Your hands go back down and you look and him and grin.

“If we invite everyone over tomorrow they can unpack and move all the furniture for us.”

“They definitely will if we pay them in beer. Appie said he would bring my dogs over tomorrow anyway. I miss them.”

“me too, that's why the house feels so quiet.” you reply.

“well I can fix that.” joost goes pulls his laptop out of a bag and starts playing ABBA.

“The neighbors are going to hate us.” you laugh as he starts dancing and motions you to join in. “actually keep dancing I need to capture this.” you scrounge around in a bag of your for another little film camera and snap a quick picture of the floor pizza and Joost having his own mini dance party. satisfied with your documentation you go to join him, the two of you vibing to Gimmie Gimmie.

When the song ends you realize how tired you are so the two of you decide to retire for the night, and deal with the mess in the morning. Heading to the makeshift bed you had set up earlier with the queen sized mattress and a mountain of pillows, blankets, and stuffies. You simply let yourself collapse on the pile and Joost joins you, the exhaustion hitting you both. He feels his way through the blankets till he finds your arms and pulls you close to him so you guys can cuddle. In the morning you can deal with unpacking and furniture, but now you two can be next to each other, in the same bed, officially.

#joost klein #joost klein x reader #joost fanfic #rpf #joost klein fanfic #joost klein x you #eurovision #domestic shit #writing requests

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rubywonu · 1 year ago

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𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱

“i've got some shit i should mention, pretend my ego is dying, ask me if i love attention, and I'll say no, but i'm lying”

summary: in which seungcheol missed on countless important event with you and you decided it was time for confrontation.

pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: angst to fluff, not mentioned but established idol!au

warnings: arguments, swear words.

w/c: 2.7k

nia’s notes: i don’t know what is just wrote. song is loved by b.i

it was your birthday and the person you wanted to celebrate it with was nowhere to be found. it was a small get-together, consisting of a few of your friends and your boyfriend, who was not there.

you checked your messages and you were a bit let down when the message wasn't seen. it was like seungcheol was ghosting you. for the past few days, your boyfriend was always at his studio. seungcheol would disappear way before you would wake up and return hours past midnight. for some time, you wondered if he was even coming home.

for the whole party, you were glued to your phone hoping cheol messaged you back or saw your message, but each time you were disappointed.

you tried to stay alive and cheerful for your party but it was hard to do so. by the time your friends left, you were angry and sad. each year you and seungcheol would stay up till midnight and write letters to each other for your birthday. it was a stupid tradition but it kept your love alive and this year, you were questioning if it would happen.

you sat down on the couch, after bidding your friends goodbye and you checked your phone, again. you let out a long sigh as you were let down, once again. it was funny to you when you remembered all the other times you were disappointed by your boyfriend.

for the past few weeks, you and seungcheol were supposed to go on dates, and each time, cheol canceled last minute with the same excuse, i'm stuck in the studio, sorry.

this time you were sure you weren't going to let it happen again. so with a bold choice in your mind, you changed your clothes, to one of cheol's sweatshirts and a sweatpant from your closet. you walked over to the counter, trying to find your car keys. you smacked your head slightly when you realized that your car was at the repair shop. it looked like you had to walk to the building, it wasn't far so you had no problem with it.

so you locked the door to your apartment and walked out of your house, slightly regretting not wearing a jacket. the wind was chilly and it burned when it touched your face. you winced as you wrapped your hands around you, you tried to speed walk to the building when you saw the storm clouds coming over in your direction.

in a matter of a few minutes, you reach the company and you let your shoulders relax at the heat inside. you smiled at the receptionist when you walked over to the elevator.

you pressed the floor button and waited to arrive. the ding snapped out out of your thoughts and made your way to the studio room where your boyfriend would be.

you opened the door a little bit, in hopes of surprising seungcheol. "cheol." you called out and the man in front of you snapped his head to meet you. you expected him to be happy maybe even a little glad, but not in a million years did you expect seungcheol to be angry.

"what are you doing here?" seungcheol stood up from his seat. he looked stressed out and it worried you. you walked inside and closed the door behind you. it the light, you were able to look at him more clearly and you were concerned. the lack of sleep was evident on his face, dark circles were present under his eyes.

"well, i got worried when you didn't show up at home, so i decided to stop by." you smiled trying to relax your boyfriend, it was clear to say you did quite the opposite.

"you don't have to come here, go home, it'll take me a few more hours." you were shocked at his words.

"what do you mean a few more hours? cheol what about our tradition?" you asked feeling heartbroken at the behaviour your boyfriend was showing you.

"i don't have time for that, yn. my work is more important." if seungcheol was awake, he was sure he wouldn't say the things he was about to.

you were taken aback at his cold tone and even more when cheol sat down at this desk, continuing his work. "what are you saying? do you mean it?"

"yes. yes, i mean it, now get out." the harsh words that came out of seungcheol's mouth felt like a knife pushing through your heart.

"seungcheol, you need sleep and food, come on let's go home." you walked over to your boyfriend, and gently put your hand on his arm. that seemed to piss him off more.

"i need to complete this, yn. either leave by yourself or i'll do it." seungcheol was sleepy, hungry, and drained. he wasn't in his right mind and each word he said proved exactly that.

"what? do you realize what you're saying?" you were angry, you were pissed at the way he was speaking towards you.

"yn, i don't have time for you or your petty fights, just leave." seungcheol rubbed his hands over his face while he pleaded with you.

you didn't know when but a lone tear cascaded down your eye. you were hurt beyond explanation. "what?" each time seungcheol said a word, your heart cracked and bled in despair.

"leave, yn!" you flinched at the intensity of his voice and moved back. "god, you're so needy, it's annoying." cheol mumbled as he went back to his laptop. you walked away from him and towards the door, trying to contain your tears. you couldn't believe that the mouth that whispered praises and confessions was leaving you in pain, for the first time choi seungcheol made you cry, no he made you sob.

you slammed the door behind you and quickly walked outside the building, in the elevator you could feel yourself breaking down, you put your hand on your mouth, trying to soften your sobs, but it didn't work. without looking back, you excited the building, regretting that decision when you felt the big droplets of water fall on you, it was raining.

you needed shelter but there was no way you were going back into the building, especially after what had just happened. so you put your head down and slowly made your way back to your house, being extremely careful to not slip at any given moment.

before you stormed out of the hybe building, someone saw you leave and was very concerned about your condition. it was obvious for him to realize the culprit of this incident. so he walked over to the elevator, making his way over to seungcheol's studio.

he rushed over and opened the door, confusion visible on his face. "seungcheol." the mentioned man turned around and he became more annoyed. sure, seungcheol regretted what he said to you, but working on a time crunch can do that to people, it didn't look like his fault. "why did yn leave, crying, no seungcheol, she was sobbing, why?"

"i do not want to deal with your bullshit as well, jeonghan just leave." seungcheol regretted the statement as soon as it left your mouth, even more, when he saw the anger displayed on jeonghan's face.

jeonghan was like a brother to you, and the both of you became extremely close when you and seungcheol started dating, you became closer with han.

"shut up and listen to me." jeonghan started. "what did you do for yn, one of the happiest people on the face of this planet, sob while leaving the building. and before you ask me questions like how i know, or something stupid like that just remember that you promised to not make her cry."

jeonghan didn't know what he was saying but he kept on going before falling on the couch in exhaustion. on the other hand, seungcheol remained silent. he didn't realize the gravity of the situation until jeonghan screamed at him.

each word came back to haunt him, he could visualize the perfect smile on your beautiful fade into a gradient of hurt and sadness. seungcheol sat there wanting to take back everything he said that hurt you in any form but that wasn't possible. seungcheol had hurt you beyond description and oh boy, did he feel disappointment rush through his blood.

it didn't prepare him for what he was about to hear though. "gosh, i do hope yn reached home safe, it's pouring real bad." he heard jeonghan mutter and seungcheol felt his heart drop. his eyes were wide and his stance was ready to sprint but he couldn't move. "what?"

"it's raining outside, i hope yn can see anything from the car." once again, seungcheol felt his world stop spinning.

"yn's car is at the repair shop." seungcheol said slowly as the realization hit him. he saw jeonghan turn to him and ask him to repeat himself. "yn doesn't have her car."

this was the last straw, before completing his sentence, seungcheol ran out of the room, and completely ignored jeonghan's call behind him to grab a jacket. but he didn't care, all he cared about was you and he hurt you.

seungcheol spammed the elevator call button, furiously. he was angry at himself, angry at the world, he was angry at everything and everyone but you.

"fuck!" seungcheol screamed and rushed over to the stairs. he started to rapidly climb down the stairs. he was on the higher floors but he did not care at all.

once he reached the base of the stairs, he slammed open the door and ran out of the building, not minding the glances he received while doing so.

the rain looked worse than jeonghan made it seem, big droplets were clouding his vision but he moved on. seungcheol slowly started to walk into the rain while scouting all his sides in hopes of finding you.

he saw a small figure pushing through the cold rain and he immediately knew it was you by the familiar sweatshirt. and then seungcheol ran, he ran for his life. he didn't care about the slipperiness of the ground and he didn't care when the rain got harder, the only thing he cared for you so he ran in search of your warm body.

he was right behind you now, and he grabbed your arm, regretting it as soon as he saw you flinch at the touch. "yn, it's me." seungcheol spoke with a soft voice and he begged the gods for you to be alright with his presence, but it looked like his prayers were skipped.

you pulled your hand away and continued to walk away, leaving seungcheol's heart to shatter. "get away from me."

"yn, listen to me, please." seungcheol didn't give up just yet, he ran in front of you and held you by your shoulders, trying to be as gentle as possible. "let's just go back to the studio, i promise we'll talk there."

"you don't care about me, did you forget about it already?" you moved away from your boyfriend and walked away from him, again.

"what do you mean?" you turned around at seungcheol's ridiculous statement and scoffed, anger seeping into your face.

"'what do you mean?' are you crazy choi seungcheol." cheol flinched at you calling him his full name, ever since the both of you started dating, he had never heard his name come out of your mouth like that, and boy did it hurt.

"first of all, you gave up on our tradition, you know how much it means to me but you left that. then, you disregarded me, seungcheol. i was worried about you and what did you do? you screamed at me, telling me to leave you alone and as if that's not bad enough you proceeded to call me clingy and needy, you said you were annoyed by my actions. since when did my care and love for you turn annoying? i was looking out for you, but you took my heart and broke it."

seungcheol didn't realize how much he messed up until he heard your feelings and regret swarmed his whole body.

"and you did it all on what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, my birthday." your voice cracked and tears struck down your face.

realization came sticking to cheol as he stood there in shock. he forgot about it because of his hard schedule, he forgot your birthday. you turned around, trying you hide your crying face.

behind you, seungcheol pondered at his bad decisions. he hated himself, he hated the way he made you feel, and he hated to be the reason for your sadness.

for the past month, you and seungcheol had talked about all the things the both of you wanted to do for your birthday and they were in contrast to what was actually happening. what was supposed to be a day filled with loving you turned into a day where your relationship was in danger.

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry." seungcheol's soft voice behind you only made you cry harder. you turned around, and the sight left you speechless.

seungcheol was on his knees, he was crying. "i'm so sorry, yn." the rain and your boyfriend's harsh sobs were the only things you could hear, apart from your own cries.

no matter how angry you were with seungcheol, it pained for you to see a man so strong break down in tears while on his knees. you joined him on the floor, and the both of you cried while holding each other in the rain, gaining warmth from the other.

"im so sorry, im so sorry for everything i did. im so sorry for the way i spoke to you, you didn't deserve it. you were just trying to be a good girlfriend but i screamed at you, i'm so sorry. please forgive me, don't leave me, yn, please."

seungcheol's ramble made you cry harder, you pulled away from him and grabbed his face, making him look at you. "i'm not going to leave you, don't worry." you go up and pulled seungcheol up as well. "let's go home and talk there."

the both of you walked hand in hand in silence, wiping the tears on the way, the rain washing away your tears and replacing them with a cloud of sadness. when you reached home, without talking you and seungcheol walked into separate bathrooms to clean up. it was obvious that both of you wanted to talk about it but the wound was too fresh.

you finished your shower and dried your hair, you were currently walking to the guest bedroom where seungcheol was cleaning up. you opened the door and seungcheol was on the bed, the room was dark, and he was drying his hair. you heard a sniffle and it damaged you.

you made your way in front of your seungcheol grabbed the towel without saying anything and proceeded to rub his hair. as you did this, seungcheol's tears only started to come out faster.

you dropped the towel on the bed and placed your hand on his face, seungcheol leaning into it. you swiped your finger under his eyes and removed his tears. the action only seemed to make him cry more.

"i'm so sorry." you pulled him into a hug, and seungcheol immediately responded by placing his hands around your waist and pulling you in as close as possible.

"it's okay baby, i didn't like it at all but i understand where it came from, so i forgive you. just promise not to do that again." seungcheol's eyes snapped open no light up at your words.

"thank you, i promise to never make you cry ever again. i'll cancel all my plans for the next week, it'll be you and me, that's it." seungcheol stood up and held your waist, your hands immediately going to his neck. you smiled at his enthusiasm and it was then you realized he was sincere. the both of you kissed, leaving the troubles of the day to be washed away by the rain, and you and seungcheol emerged like a rainbow during the pain.

and from that day onwards, seungcheol never broke his promises, he never let you cry and most of all, seungcheol never forgot to make you feel loved.

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My dad’s best friend is the one for me.

Note: before we start this is my first fic! Ahh so exciting. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: it’s your dad’s birthday and you’re in a secret relationship with his best friend.

5.6 work count. I did write this in first person but the “main character” is you, no name is given just nickname’s (baby and baby girl)

The party downstairs grew rowdier as more people arrived for my dad’s birthday. I wouldn’t expect this many people to show up let alone like him. Okay that sounds mean, but he isn’t laid back with me at all. He was in the beginning of the summer but as work gets stressful. He lets it out on me. I never know when it’s a good time to talk to him because of his short temper. He is extremely strict and hates that I’m sneaky and private with my life, but he forced me to be.

There are those small moments where he’s tender and kind treating me like his sweet little girl.

I cherish those moments. Because he is really trying to be better.

After my mother left when I was 15 he changed completely. The divorce drained him. Making me him cold and bitter. I counted days till I left for college finally freeing myself from the misery. My mother’s absence didn’t affect me because I was daddy’s little girl. As long as I had him everything would be alright.

I was wrong.

He called me up before school ended begging me to come home for the summer. I told him I couldn’t because I had gotten a job and I needed it to pay for school. He told me that he’d take care of the fees if I just came back home.

He went on about finally fixing up the house after receiving a huge promotion for the construction company he worked.

He sounded happier.

So I came to visit in may testing it before I moved back in. It was awkward at first but he put in the effort.

We grew close again.

Once summer came around and I packed my things to go back home for the summer. I was so nervous on the way here i kept repeating everything was going to be fine and I could always turn back. I have my own apartment in Denton Tx so nothing can keep me trapped down in Austin.

After a few hours on the road I received a call from my dad apologizing that he couldn’t get out of work early because of an injury. He assured me that he’d sent a buddy to help me move in.

Every time I see the scar on my dad’s palm I remember the true beginning of it all.

I want to go down there, see who all came.

If he came.

But I stay on my bed waiting a bit longer.

A soft knock comes from outside my door, and I stand up from my bed fixing my shirt and shorts giving myself a quick look on my mirror. It’s time to make an appearance as I expect my father to be standing on the other side of my door pulling me out to meet everyone.

“yeah” I respond opening the door. My eyes go wide in surprise seeing Joel Miller. He quickly looks over his shoulder then pushes me back in my room closing the door behind him. “are you insane!” I yelp feeling his hands on my body as I try to push him off scared my dad could burst in at any second.

“baby your dad is drunk as a skunk” he laughs leaning down to kiss me, but I swerve my head smelling his beer breath.

“you are too” I state glaring up at him, but I couldn’t be all mad when he looks so cute in this state. Messy hair, childish smile, flushed cheeks. He just looks too good. He smiles shaking his head no at me releasing my waist then wrapping his arms around my shoulders burying me in his chest. The faint smell of his cologne makes my stomach flip inhaling more of him.

“why haven’t you come down? I kept waiting for youu” he slurs the end of his sentence, and I roll my eyes playfully trying to pull away, but he tightens his hold on me “stay close you smell goood” he kisses the top of my head.

“I didn’t want to crash my dad’s party” I respond to his question hugging him back relaxing my body in his strong hold. I never noticed how nervous I was about tonight.

My dad told me to come down at any time have some food and have one drink, but I would feel at out of place being the only girl and not having anyone to mingle with. I could be around Joel; it wouldn’t be odd for me to be around my dad’s best friend. But we could run the risk of anyone finding us out. One wrong move or look could make us look suspicious. I thought it’d be best to just stay in my room and wait for my dad to call me down, but he never did.

“oh, baby you wouldn’t be crashing” he cooed finally releasing me, he looks down at me cupping my face in his hands “so what are you doing all alone in your room?” his voice is low and playful as he wiggles his brows looking around my bedroom then I realize this is the first time he’s ever been in my room. Yeah he helped me move in but he’s never seen it fixed up. I follow his gaze, and he stares at the TV his brows furrowing together at the half naked men dancing on the screen “what ‘re you watchin?” He questions holding in his laughter.

“magic mike” I reply hiding my embarrassed face on his chest.

“what the hell is that?” he chuckles, and I shrug.

“it’s a movie”

“are you sure it’s not a porno” he teased.

“no” I laugh.

“I wouldn’t judge if it was”

“oh my god it’s not” I laugh again looking up at his face and he meets my eyes. We stood still just looking at each other, my eyes trace over his freckles that peppered over his tanned skin from working all day out in the sun. He has a few more since last I saw him. I want to ask if he is putting on his sunscreen that I gave him after going over the importance of it when he asked me why I wore sunscreen everyday then he jokingly said in case I get invited to a last-minute pool party or something. He teased further bringing up the spare bikinis I have in my trunk. After joking around with me he promised to take me swimming.

It’s probably a habit I picked up in high school. Every time summer came around, I would carry spare clothes when I hung out with friends knowing we’d go to Andrews’s house and spend our evenings swimming.

“you okay baby?” he gently asked after a long beat of silence, and I got lost in my thoughts admiring Joel Miller.

“yeah” I whisper my eyes wondering down to observe his outfit. He kept it simple with a black polo and light blue jeans probably wearing his ‘going out’ boots. “you look nice” I compliment staring at his biceps that look huge against the tight fabric of the sleeves.

“thanks, wanted to impress m’ lady” I felt him lean closer to me and before I could come up with something to respond on the my lady comment, he crashes his lips on mine shutting me up.

I hesitate to kiss back.

His tongue swipes on my lips and I give in hands coming up to rest just under his jaw cupping behind his ear. His hair grazes on my skin lightly tickling my knuckles. Groaning against my mouth he rests his hands on my waist pressing me impossibly close. A soft moan escapes my lips knowing he’d lose his mind at my sounds. “Fuck baby” he rasps in between our kiss almost snapping me out of the haze.

“Just kiss me” I command not wanting to come back to my senses. We’re playing with fire committing forbidden acts, anyone could walk in. Fuck, it kind of thrills me. I hope no one catches us but that doesn’t matter.

Nobody else matters.

I guide him back to the bed the backs of his knees hitting the edge. Our breathing come irregular losing control within the kiss. Then he fucking moans. Dominance over comes me as I gather the strength to push him down on my bed. Our kiss breaks when he falls swiftly on his back and I smirk down at him climbing over his over body placing my legs on either side of him.

His brown eyes are blown wide with lust as he watches me closely. I look at his swollen lips they’re a darker pink from our heavy kiss. I bit on my lower lip placing my hands on his large chest feeling the rapid rise and fall. He greedily reaches down my body grasping me just below where the shorts cut off cupping the shape of my ass. The tips of his fingers ghost my core and I moan at the sensation wanting more.

“Baby I won’t be able to stop” he said reading my mind.

“Please” i whine grinding down on him moaning softly at the friction.

“So impatient” he purrs capturing my lips in a soft gentle kiss. “you should come downstairs” he said in between kisses.

Ruining the mood.

“No, you should go downstairs” I counter. Connecting our lips again wanting to spark up our tension getting what I want. His hands press on my shoulders lightly pushing me away.

“I’m being serious, come down” his voice is normal not coated in desire. I snap out of the trance.

“and avoid being around you” I pout tightening my thighs around his waist.

Joel taps my sides motioning for me loose my grip and my brows crease together looking down at him “I’m sure your dad will appreciate an appearance from his daughter” his hand comes up to my hair brushing his fingers through the curls I did.

“ugh no thanks, being around drunk men isn’t my forte” I roll my eyes exhaling a breath of annoyance. I sit up leaning my bum down on his thighs to support my weight on him.

“says the one that goes out every weekend” he retorts.

“that’s different, I’m with my friends” I respond defensively “if I go downstairs ill be ignored by dad then I’m gonna have to sit on the couch watching everyone get wasted”

“no, you won’t, and he is not going to ignore you come on. For a bit” he begs softening his brown eyes staring into mine putting on his puppy face that convinces me to do anything he asks. I sigh leaning back down to kiss him, he smiles knowing he got his way and kisses me back.

A loud bang is heard from down the hall startling me “Miller come back down!” my dad’s voice booms just outside the door, and I leap up away from Joel scurrying to the other side of the room. I stare at the door waiting for him to burst in. My blood runs cold in fear that he will catch us and kill Joel for putting his hands on his daughter. My hands come up to my chest feeling the fast beat of my heart thump against my rib cage. I held my breath trying to listen. I quickly look back at Joel who looked unfazed.

“why the fuck are you just laying around for? Hide dumbass!” I quietly whisper yell at him motioning with a quick wave towards my closet.

A gentle knock on my door cuts off my breathing and I held it scared to move an inch “baby girl, are you coming down?” my dad asks and my brows furrow together confused but I force out a yes. “alright come and eat” the sound of his boots trail away and I can’t help but wonder why we weren’t caught. I could have sorn this was the end, and all hell was going to break loose.

“What the fuck” I squeal at Joel, and he gets up from my bed groaning from his bad joints walking over to me cupping my face unfazed by it all. I on the other hand was a mess. Anxiety through the roof.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He makes me look at him his expression soft and calm “we’re okay, he didn’t catch us” he presses a kiss to my forehead. “will you come down?” he whispers pulling away to look down at me. Still afraid to move, I kept still not responding. His face grew worried “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to scare you.” He pulls me in for a hug caressing the back of my head.

“Fuck we could’ve been caught” I breathlessly say the beat of heart continues to quickly patter adrenaline rushing through my veins making me feel uneasy. I love being with Joel, he is the only person I want to be with. I dread the day everyone finds out about us. I wish I could keep this all to myself locked in a vault inside my head.

“Listen baby” he reels me back leaning down to my eye level “I told your dad I needed to use the restroom because I drank too much, that’s why he pounded on the door down the hallway. Also, he kept going on about you joining the party, he seemed really excited. But I know you and I know you weren’t coming down. probably locked up in here watching a god-awful movie” he explains teasing me a bit.

I blow through my nose smiling at the half naked men paused on the screen in a silly pose. Tension lifted off my shoulders when he pressed down on them shaking me slightly. “everything is okay” he pecks my lips quickly “I’ll see you downstairs" he kisses me, and I kiss back “you’re, okay?” he asks again making sure I was fine before we go back to reality.

“yeah” I squeak breathing out through my nose standing straight and he smiles nodding his head. His hands run down my arms stopping at the pulse feeling the rhythmic beat of my heart return normal. “I’m fine” I say looking down at our hands.

We’d agree to never do anything in my house, I’m surprised we did. Maybe it was the alcohol giving him the courage to cross a line. We’ll we crossed it together. I could’ve kept my hands to myself, but I can’t resist him.

He walks out of room leaving me alone in the middle of it. I sigh loudly walking around my room pacing if I should even go downstairs, out of spite I want to stay up here locking my door then explain to my dad later I was too tired maybe lie I had fallen asleep while reading school emails for the upcoming semester that’s in two weeks.

He’d believe me.

I repeat what he said “baby girl, are you coming down?” he called me baby girl. He rarely uses that nickname.

I slip on my sandals opening my door listening to the noise trying to guess how wasted everyone is, but the chatter is normal mixing with country music at medium volume. I recall Betty our next-door neighbor asking my dad to keep it low, so it won’t disturb her book club she held every Saturday evening.

Forcing myself down the stairs I scan the living room and kitchen trying to locate my dad. My brows rise seeing women at the party too. Why did my dad make it seem it was only his work buddies? I spot some neighbors here as well. Did my dad become a part of community since I left for college? Being busy with Joel all summer I didn’t notice how friendly my dad has become. I tsk, scolding myself not spending enough time with my old man. Some familiar faces wave and smile at me and I smile back muttering a hello, how are you. I wonder around the small crowd creasing my brows together not finding my father.

Or Joel.

I walk into the second living room where it was less crowded and quieter. At the same time Joel enters the room brushing past my shoulder, I stepped back feeling invisible “where the hell were you?” my dad arose from the couch noticing Joel first. “my restroom okay?” he laughs loudly and the two others on the couch snicker. They look at me and I only know the one with black curly hair. Tommy, Joels little brother.

“I drank too much and yeah it’s fine” Joel laughs crashing down on the couch next to Tommy picking up a half empty bottle. My eyes trail over all the empty bottles on the floor. I mentally roll my eyes at the sight in front of me. Did he drink all those beers? We look at each other. My face is neutral acting unfazed but his lip twitch up in a smirk as he takes a sip.

Reading my mind, he drops his smile but his eyes stayed on me.

The sound of my name makes me look away ignoring Joels stare. My dad walks over to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder turning me away in to the kitchen. “Finally, you turned up, did you say hi to everyone?” I nod “great, grab a plate” I pick up a plastic plate and he serves me. “You don't have to stay I just wanted to make sure you ate” he said kindly my eyes snapping to stare at his relaxed happy face. I strongly believe he acts a certain way and doesn’t have enough patience with me because I look a lot like my mother.

“okay” I respond taking my plate away from his hands “having fun?” I ask him.

“yeah, I am” he smiles sincerely giving the top of

my head a quick ruffle messing up my hair departing back to the second living room talking to a few people as he makes his way back.

His boss Greg and wife approach me, I happily greet them with side hugs and they join me at the dinning table making small talk asking about college and what I’ve been up too. When I’m done with my food, Greg takes my trash and his wife Marta who took a seat next to me continues talking to me. Their daughter who I went to school with joins us and they bring me up to speed on the local gossip.

Part of me is glad Joel lives half an hour away from this small town where everyone knows everything. To them he is just my dad’s coworker who comes over on the weekends. My eyes search for his tall broad frame but he hasn’t come out from the other living room.

Hopefully, he’s keeping his drink intake low. Worry bubbles in my belly since I’ve never seen him wasted, what if he’s a messy drunk. I cringe at the times he’s seen me drunk from always picking up each time I go out. I swallow down the feeling chasing it with an ice-cold water. Luckily for me he never complains taking the best care of me after a night out.

It’s the end of the party and time passed by quickly. After the cake was cut and Joel finally made an appearance. I excused myself returning to my room feeling exhausted. Most of the people have left by now. I got ready for bed changing into my sleeping shorts and a tank top. I turn on my TV for background noise scrolling in my laptop through social media.

My phone pings beside me and I pick it up reading the short message from Joel.

don’t go to sleep just yet.

I think back to earlier when Joel slipped in my room stealing a moment alone with me. Annoyance builds up in my chest at almost getting caught. He knew the risk. I knew the risk and still brought him to my bed acting like the whole town wasn’t downstairs.

I wanted to pretend I was asleep and thought I’ll respond tomorrow. I bit my lower lip, my fingers ghosting over the letters wanting to type okay.

My dad stumbles in my room obviously drunk. I look up from my phone peeking at the clock up on the wall behind him that display 2am. I gave him a pointed look waiting for him to say something. He balances himself on the door holding tight against the knob keeping him from falling face first “can you pleaseee take Joel home, poor bastard can’t walk straight”

“You can’t either” I point out the obvious watching him sway left to right. “why can’t Tommy take him?” my brows furrow together and I close the laptop putting it to the side.

“Tommy left; I’d take him b-“

“don’t worry” I sigh peeling the sheets off my body slipping into my slippers and grabbing a loose tee to wear over my pajamas. “I’ll take him. First you have to go to bed” I quickly move to him pushing him down the hall to his room. “You can get to your bed on your own?” I had to make sure he will be alright before I take Joel home.

“Yeah yeah I got this” he collapsed on his bed face down snoring almost immediately. I stay for a second longer closing the door.

I hurry down the stairs. Joel stood by the front door leaning against the wall keeping his head low and arms crossed over his chest. I was waiting for him to sway but he stood perfectly still. Could he have fallen asleep standing up?

“Hey” I said looking back at the empty house, he is the last to go.

“Hey, your dad in bed?” He releases his arms keeping them at his side. I nod my head stepping closer standing in front of him my eyes roam his face and he looks normal unlike my father who is plastered.

I grab his truck keys off the hook “come on I’m taking you home” I motion him to follow me unlocking the door. He grabs my keys with a pink fuzzy puff key chain on it. “what are you doing?” I quirk a brow and he hands them to me.

“How else are you gonna lock your house?” He steps out the door on to the porch tucking his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. The warm summer air fans my face turning away to close and lock my door.

“Please who’s going to break in?” I lead the way to his lifted black truck parked on my driveway.

“A lot of people were over baby” he said behind me. I could feel him on my heels walking closely behind me his hand coming up to my shoulder keeping me from opening my door as I push the button to unlock it. He opened the driver side helping me up and into his truck. “Put your seatbelt on” he demands voice stern.

“Yes sir” I obey pulling it over my body with a soft click. He chuckles through his nose closing my door then walking over to the passenger side.

“You could drive this thing baby?” He climbs in shutting the door and putting on his seatbelt.

“Oh yeah I drive my dads” I nod over to my dad’s work truck that was parked next to his.

“Alright” he leans back in his seat fully trusting me to drive his truck. I push start driving away from my neighborhood making my way to the small roads then getting on the highway.

A few minutes pass. The low hum of the radio fills the silence and I look over at Joel who has his eyes closed, lips parted and soft snores pour out from his lips. I smile warmly looking at him sleep then focusing back on the road. I think if he admires me the same way when he picks me up from a night out and I crash in the passenger side as he drives me to his home to spend the night.

I hope he does.

He does tell me the next morning how beautiful I looked kissing my face then asking me to join him for breakfast. I should probably cook something in the morning but I don’t know how to excuse me spending the night at my dad’s friend’s house. I mean how will I drive back home?

I guess I’ll figure it out in the morning.

I keep driving the familiar road pulling up to his small home. He sensed wearrive inhaling through his nose as he awoke from his nap. He sat straight staring at his home. I unbuckle my belt “hi” I greeted in a soft tone switching off the truck.

“We’re home” he replied in a sleepy state and my insides warm hearing him say we’re home.

He clicks off his seat belt climbing out of the truck. I didn’t wait for him to help me off. My feet land on the ground as I jump off the truck. I close the door and press to lock it when I heard him shut his. We meet at the front walking side by side to his porch. He gets in front pulling open the screen door then reaches behind his back mumbling ‘keys’ I drop them on his palm and wait for him to open the dark wooden door. He pushes it open and lets me in first.

I kick off my slippers by his work boots he leaves at the entry hallway. Joel closes and locks the door taking off his ‘going out’ boots placing them next to my fuzzy pink slippers.

Huh I was right about his shoes.

I walk into his home noticing he kept it clean. A few Sundays ago we spent the day deep cleaning then sat on his couch watching movies. I love our lazy days doing nothing just wrapped in each other arms.

There are traces of me in his home. First my slippers at the front of his home. My blanket tossed over the couch. A pink mug tucked away in his cabinet. My shampoo and conditioner in his shower. The light purple toothbrush next to his red one. A few of my clothes are folded neatly in a drawer. My favorite perfume centered on his dresser.

“Good job Miller” I praise him twisting on my heels to turn and face him. He stops just in front of me and my arms wrap over his shoulders tugging him down to kiss me.

“I’m confused” he mumbles into the kiss.

“Kept your place all clean” I answer.

“I don’t want you dating a pig” he pecks my lips placing his large hands on my hips holding me close.

I study him for a few seconds “Are you even drunk” I question.

“No, I did act it though” he confessed “I knew your dad would make you take me home or he’d let me crash but that would be risky” a devious smile spread across his face.

“Yeah like you coming into my room in the middle of a party!” I slap his chest playfully and he chuckles.

“I had a cover up baby” he tries to kiss me but I swerve my head rolling my eyes at dumb cover up.

“Still we have to be careful” I conclude wanting to put it behind me now and just enjoy our alone time.

Every moment is sacred.

“I know, I know. Let’s just go to bed” reading my mind he begins to step forward and I backwards as he moves us towards his bedroom.

The familiar scent of his room welcomes me in feeling like I made it home, this is where I belong.

His lips connect with mine, warm and soft parting slightly allowing me to slip my tongue inside. He groans pressing his hot body against mine. I could taste our shared breath feeling the thud of our combined heart beating. We fumble to take one another’s clothes off letting them fall at our feet. He picks me up wrapping my legs tight around his waist pressing my bare cunt on his lower belly. He carried me to his bed laying me down on the soft sheets he bought after I complained about the other being ‘scratchy’

I smile at the memory kissing him deeper moaning as he took in my lower lip in between his teeth letting it bounce back when he lets go. He kisses down my chin and I lift my head allowing him more skin for him to kiss and nibble on. He explored my bare body with his hands and I squirm under his light feathery touch. I hum when he finds a ticklish spot.

My hands traveled up and down his hot muscular back tugging at the ends of his hair when he found my sweet spot just behind my ear.

“Just like that” I whisper moaning as he left a mark. His free hands trails down my body playing with my nipple on my left boob lowering his head to kiss my chest. I whimper at the sensation of his hot wet tongue gracing over the right nipple licking and sucking the sensitive bud. His free hand stops at my pussy ghosting his index over my wet folds.

“So wet for me” he breathed teeth grazing my boob. His middle finger finds my clit toying with it soft circles lap over it making my body shake with pleasure. With the same finger he goes down slipping in my hole and I gasp “Perfect tight cunt” I squeezed around his thick finger grinding my hips for more.

“Please” I whine loudly clawing at his shoulders when he pumps in and out of me. His head rests on my collar bone looking down at our bodies.

“Fuck, look at you” he keeps up a good pace hitting the soft spongy spot and I arch my back pressing my chest into his face. “Keep making those sounds baby, love you like this” he looks up at me and my head goes back into the pillows. His thumb flicks and rubs my clit making it 100 times better. He keeps a steady hand repeating fast movements pumping and circling. The coil in my lower belly twist more and tight about to snap.

“I need you” I gasp he pumps in “now” demand he pumps out “fuck I’m close” in and out “Joel now!” I scream and he pulls out and I gasp at the sudden loss. I watch him coat his hard cock with a mix of his precum and my juices pumping himself as he aligns at my entrance.

I close my eyes leaning back down rising my hips slightly. He’s gentle entering me but once the head goes in, a deep groan bubbles from his chest slamming his full length inside of me giving me no time to adjust. I squeal at the feel of his thick cock stretch me out and he whimpers. Thrusting in and out, in and out.

“Fuck baby” he whines his big hands holding me at my hips to brace himself burying deep in me. “Hold on tight” he tells me and my hands wrap around his wrists that hold at the sides of my hips.

I tighten my leg around his hip to push him even closer. After a few more thrusts he releases my hips and I let go of his wrists bring them up to his shoulders tugging him down. His hands come up to the sides of my head hitting a deeper angle. Loud messy moans spill out of my lips. Our breaths fan each other cooling our blazing skin. He swallows my sounds by connecting our lips then trails down my chin and neck placing wet kisses as he kept thrusting in me. He wasn’t quiet at all groaning loudly at the sensation keeping the perfect pace pleasuring us both. My hands come up to his face tugging him up to meet my lips kissing each other messily.

“Are you feeling the way I’m feeling it?” He pulls away from my lips pressing our foreheads together as waves of pleasure wash over me coming closer to the edge.

“Ah! Yes! I feel it” I scream meeting his thrusts grinding my hips.

“You feel that baby, ah” he gasped his eyes shutting focusing on the two of us coming down together.

“Fuck yes” i am so fucking close and I could feel his orgasm approaching mine. “I love you, I love you! Joel” I quickly and breathlessly squeak hitting my peak. My vision blurs as tears prick at the sides of my eyes. My body arches off the bed moaning.

“I love you”he gasps, hips snapping as I sped up my hip movements coming down on his cock. He groaned in pleasure coming inside me feeling hot ropes of cum spill inside my hole.

Panting heavily, he shuddered pulling out of me collapsing on the bed. I close my eyes trying to catch my breath feeling completely worn out but satisfied.

I could feel him watching me in the darkness and his hand comes up to touch my cheek “you okay baby” he voice rasps and I nod not being able to verbally respond “you’re tired?” He chuckles and I nod again with a dumb smile on my face. He gathers himself leaning over to kiss me gently. Arms wrapping around me tightly pulling me to face him.

He reaches for the blanket to cover over bodies. I snuggle close to him listening to his heart beat as he strokes my hair gently.

“Get some rest baby” he presses a kiss to the top of my head and sleep takes over me.

#joel miller #joel the last of us #joel x reader #the last of us #joel tlou #summer #dads best friend #joel miller dbf #hbo #hbo max #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you

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thetriplets3 · 11 months ago

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When you're about to cry and he does that "hey, hey" thing

please do this with chris

❝𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬❞

chris and i have been together for almost 4 months now having met at a small get together of a mutual friend, which when it comes to them a small get together turns into a party.

-flashback-

i had wandered off starting to feel overwhelmed from the constant talking around me. soon enough i found myself in a room that was turned into a makeshift music studio. the room felt inviting and safe for me to hid in for a while. any open space that wasn’t cover with furniture of some kind was filled with more plants than i could name. the warm soft light beckoned me to make myself comfortable, choosing a bean bag nestled in the corner for an extra sense of security. i curled into myself getting comfy figuring it’d be a while till my friend wanted to go home since i went with her. shutting my eyes i listened to the soft sound of the music playing from the other side of the house. the sound of the mini fridge closing startled me, snapping me back to reality.

“oh shit my bad i didn’t think anyone would be here sorry if i scare you. i was just grabbing a pepsi and was hang out here for a bit but i can go if you wanna be alone i mean you came up here for a reason”

“no no you’re good you can stay i just needed to get away from the crowd it was too much for me. so much for a small get together i should have expected this”

“i get that that’s why i came up here. want a drink? there’s pepsi, root beer, water or iced tea?”

“iced tea please”

he grabbed my drink and made himself comfortable on the adjacent bean bag and didn’t hesitate to ask if i was okay and if i needed anything having heard me mention the party was getting too much for me. i had just met him and he wanted to make sure i was okay, something about that just warmed my heart how concerned he was. we began talking about how we knew the host and the more we talked the more we realized how much we had in common. i’m usually wary of men joining me if i’m alone at a party, you can’t trust everyone most of the time they’re drunk or have some weird intention, but something about chris just made me feel automatically safe. before i knew it it was 4 hours later my friend came in the room outta breath complaining how she’d looked everywhere for me and that she’s ready to go home. not wanting to keep her waiting any longer but also not wanting to leave chris, i begrudgingly get up from my comfy spot.

“i’m sorry i’ve gotta go she’s my ride. thanks for keeping me company i really liked talking to you”

“me too. would i be able to get your number? i’d love to see you again if that’s not too forward”

-5 months later-

safe to say i gave him my number. when we first started dating we both opened up about being hesitant of relationships seeing as it’s my first one and he’d been hurt before, the whole idea of dating was unfamiliar to us but we worked through it and i think getting all of our worries and insecurities out really strengthen our relationship.

despite bring together for a few months he’s yet to see me cry which i know isn’t a big deal but that’s just who i am. i’m a sensitive person but i hold it in and break when i’m alone. i was always a very emotional empathetic child the slightest thing made me cry whether it be sad or happy tears. constantly being told “stop crying” or “you’re crying over that?” really got to me now i try and keep my emotions in.

sure chris has seen me get upset or worked up about something so silly. one time i was putting the dishes away and could hardly reach the mug shelf but nonetheless i tried putting a mug in a spot that looked like it’d fit and pushed it a little too hard knocking the mug i made for chris when i did a pottery class on a friends birthday. the mug was coming straight towards i tried catching it but couldn’t and it landed on the ground with a loud smash. tears instantly pricked my eyes seeing the cup i was so proud of smashed to pieces.

third person

chris was playing video games in the living room with his headset on, one ear slightly uncovered so he could listen to you softly sing to your music finding comfort in your voice and presence. a shattering sound followed by your silence had him ripping his headset off and running to the kitchen to see you with the saddest frown on your face and your breathing picking up. rushing over to you he kicks the remnants of the mug out of the way.

-your pov-

“what happened? are you okay? are you hurt? did you step on any pieces?” his voice filled with concern as his eyes dart across my face for any signs of hurt.

“your mug. i broke your mug” my voice so quiet it’s barely audible but the cracks in it indicating in close to tears.

“oh baby it’s okay it’s just a mug i can get another one as long as you’re okay i’m not concerned about the mug. are you okay?” he says lifting my chin drawing my attention to him instead of the tragedy on the floor.

“but it’s the mug i made you your favorite mug and i just smashed it to pieces i’m sorry i shouldn’t have tried reaching when i knew i couldn’t. i broke your mug” i spew out apologies as tears start escaping my eyes.

“hey hey no tears baby. look at me forget about the mug for a sec i care more about you right now, are you okay?” he says cupping my cheeks as his thumbs rub across my cheeks in a soothing manner, wiping away tears as they fell.

“yes i’m okay”

“good i’m glad” he says as he lifts me onto the counter away from the shards and stands between my legs. “i’m not upset about the mug baby. yes it was my favorite mug but only because i know you made it and i loved how excited you were that you made a mug on your first try making pottery. it melted my heart that you could have made anything and you immediately thought to make something for me. it was the thought and love that went into the mug that made me love it. things are replaceable no need to get upset i’m glad you didn’t get hurt. i appreciate you putting the dishes away you didn’t have to do that”

“you had a busy week i just wanted you to relax and not have to deal with the dishes but then i made a whole scene and- and i- your mug” my voice falters, eyes still watery.

“nope don’t wanna hear it pretty girl i’m not upset or mad don’t worry about it okay. i’ll clean it up. how about for our next date we do pottery huh how’s that sound? then i can make you something too i have ideas already”

“i love you thank you for being so gentle with me and my silly feelings”

“i’d never get upset or over something like this or anything really. it’s not silly for you to be upset over this i know you were proud of it you’re allowed to be sad. i love you and i think it’s beautiful that you have the capacity to feel things so deeply” he wraps his arms around body one arm holding my head to his chest as he plants kisses to my hair.

i love the way he loves me

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#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader

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numericalc4t · 29 days ago

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Levi birthday!!

Modern au

Warnings: uh not proof read and fluff

Day one: Happy birthday Levi

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When I open my eyes I noticed the left side of the bed was still warm. I looked and saw Levi fast asleep in bed. Today was one of the rare days that I woke up before him. I stared at his features for a moment. When he wasn’t wearing a scowl he looked very soft. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed softly. I smiled softly knowing he felt safe enough to sleep like this around me, to show his vulnerability. After staring at him for a moment I silently and carefully slipped from the bed. I stepped into my slippers and walked down the hall yawing. When I flicked on the kitchen light I saw that Levi had cleaned up last nights mess from dinner. My heart swelled at the sight knowing he was just as tired as I was yet he still cleaned up. I walked over to the cabinet and took out some of his tea, setting on the counter while I set some water to boil. While waiting for that I began to think of what I should make for breakfast, he really liked the biscuits I made the other day. I began to grab the stuff for the biscuits and set them one the counter, I had to scroll though my phone for a bit before finding the recipe.

The water was finally done boiling and I turned the stove off and poured the hot water into two cups. I left the tea to steep while I mixed together the ingredients. I had to work fast because Levi only stayed asleep for a shot amount of time after I get up. I managed to make the filling pretty quickly and I already had the dough from the other day, I threw some of the dough on a pan and into the oven to bake. It only took 15 minutes to bake so I hoped he would stay an asleep till then. I took the tea bags out the tea and set the cups on the table. While the treats baked I washed my dishes and mess so he wouldn’t freak when he woke up. I heard the door handle to the bedroom begin to jingle and knew Levi must’ve woken up. The timer went off at the same time so I quickly took the food out the oven and ran down the hallway to keep him there. When I got to the entrance of the hallway I was greeted by a shirtless Levi and I couldn’t help but notice the scratch marks on his shoulders, causing me to blush slightly. He looked at me tiredly and I walked down the hallway so I could be closer to him. When my face was mere inches away from his I whispered against his lips “Merry Christmas, my love.” He placed his hands on my waist and leaned down to press a tender kiss to my lips, I smiled against his as I kissed back. When he pulled away he just looked into my eyes for a moment before pulling away from me entirely. “I have to go shower since Hange and Erwin will be over.” He turned away from me and walked back in the room to proceed with his morning routine.

While he started the shower I was busy rushing to fill these biscuits. It’s funny how when you need something done fast it’s takes longer than it usually would. I managed to finishing filling and plating them by the time he was opening the door. I placed them onto the table and sat myself in my chair. When he came into the kitchen his face contorted into a confused look when he saw the breakfast. He knows I don’t usually cook because um I’m not very good at it but he was grateful nonetheless. Wordlessly he sat down in-front of his plate and took a sip of his tea. The sounds of drinking and chewing filled the room, no words needed to be exchanged for him to understand. He knows this is sort of a nonchalant way of me saying happy birthday without the words. He expressed to me that he never really liked his the idea of his birthday since he didn’t see a point. He said when he was a kid his birthday was just like any other day to him and didn’t wish to celebrate it now. I hated the thought of doing NOTHING for him on his birthday so instead of huge gifts and what not I decided to do little discreet things to help out.

When we both finished I grabbed the plates and began to wash them before I felt Levi press his chest against my back and place his hands on mine stopping my movements, “you don’t have to do this love, I can do it myself.” I smile softly to myself and turn around to look at him. His eyes are filled with nothing but warmth and appreciation, “but I want to. Because I love you.” I placed a gentle kiss to his lips before turning around and continuing the dishes. He let go of me sighing and walked into the living to tidy up a bit(not that it was a mess anyways) before hange comes and messes things up. I finished the dishes and when I turned around I saw Levi reaching for the broom much to my dismay.

I sighed knowing he was going to clean something and there was no use in trying to stop him. I went to the room to shower and freshen up since he already did. I took a quick shower so I could have time to do some makeup(or not if you don’t like makeup). I just put on some light eyeliner and mascara and got dressed. Walking out the room I found Levi relaxing on the couch drinking tea, I smiled softly at the sight. I took out my phone to take a photo but he spoke up startling me,

“Don’t you know I don’t like photos.” I sighed placing my phone back into my pocket. I walked over and sat in the couch with him and before I could fully relax. A loud ding on my phone announced I had gotten a message. I glanced down to see who it’s was, it was the repair store. I quickly turned off my phone and made sure Levi hadn’t seen it.

“Hey Levi are you okay if I head out to the store for a few minutes? I need to pick up some things before later.” He looked at me as I got up and followed suit.

“Why wouldn’t I be? Am I not coming?” I smiled internally at him. He had the look of a lost puppy and I almost felt bad for leaving him on his BRITHDAY but I knew I had to.

“No levi I have to run these alone.” His brows furrowed a bit,

“why?”

“Levi, just, because I have to. I’ll only be a few. I promise I’ll go as fast as I can.” He gave me a bitter look but nodded internally understanding. He sat back down and the cat came trotting down the hallway, finally awake. “Look the cats here to keep you company.” I smiled softly and he just looked at me disinterestedly. I leaned down to give him a quick kiss to his lips and when I pulled away I turned around to leave. I grabbed my jacket off the hook and took off out the door. As soon as I closed the door I opened my messages to text back the store. My feet hit the snow covered pavement creating little footprints in my wake. Snow was falling softly as I made the walk to the store. When I walked in the scent of strong cleaner, and what other chemicals were kept here, hit me. They guy at the register looked up from his phone and with bored tone greeted me,

“hi welcome to [insert name of store]. Did you need help with anything?”

“Um hi, yes I’m here to pick up a tea set. It’s should be under the name [your name] Ackerman.” He scanned through the names on the computer for a moment before getting up to grab it from the back. When he brought it out I nearly cried. It looked stunning. He gently handed to me and I handed him my card to pay. While he processed the transaction I carefully picked it up out of the box and inspected it. They had made it look brand new and I softly gasped at how well they replicated every detail. I set it back into the box as the guy handed me my card back. I thanked him and left, holding the box with extra care. I headed to the store across the street to pick up some other things for Hange and Erwin so Levi wouldn’t be suspicious of the box. By the time I was done in there the snow fall had begun to pick up a little bit. The icy air nipped at my cheeks and I hurried home wanting to warm up. When I checked my phone it read 1:30. Crap I took longer in that last store than I wanted to. Just as I was about to turn into our street I realized I forgot to pick up ingredients for dinner. Mentally cursing myself I turned around and hurried back to the grocery store.

By the time I finally had gotten back home it was 2:40. I walked in and set the bags down on the counter, hiding the box in one of the gift bags. I began getting to work since by the time I was done Hange would be here already since I was starting late on dinner.

As soon as I had taken off my apron I heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” As Levi got the door I played the food, setting it down on the table. When Hange came into my view i smiled and strode over to her to give her a hug. She hugged back gently and when I let go I moved to giver Erwin one as well. After a moment we separated and sat in our respective spots. I sat next to Levi and Hange across from me.

“This looks amazing [your name].” Erwin was always so respectful. My cheeked flushed and I thanked him. Hange on the other hand had already begun digging in without a second thought. We all ate while chatting about what we’ve been doing and how the holidays have been.

As we finshed our meals they all shifted over to the living room and when I finished cleaning up the table I moved to join them. We sat around chattering about random things, Hange occasionally getting curious and touching. It was nice to be able to sit around like this and hang out.

“I’ll be right back.” I excused myself from the room and paced over to my room. I grabbed the gifts I had prepared off my dresser and when I came back Hange was fighting Levi to try and see ‘what would happen if she stuck a hotdog in the light bulb socket.’ I giggled slightly at the sight. When Hange noticed my presence she calmed down, especially when she saw my hands filled with bags. Levi guided her back to the living room to sit down and I followed suit. I passed out the gifts I got to Hange and Erwin and I held Levi’s. They shot my a confused look but I payed no mind to it.. when Erwin opened his gift he took a moment to look at it before looking to me with caring eyes while giving me a quick ‘thank you’. Hange opened hers next and nearly passed out. I had gotten her a titan ugly sweater from the museum and a diy explosive kit. She thanked me a bunch before shoving it messily back into the bag. Erwin had gotten me a new baking set since he knew mine were old. I thanked him and Levi opened his. Erwin had gotten him a big box of tea and cleaning supplies. I giggled softly and when Levi flipped it over it had a 50 dollar visa attached. Figured Erwin wouldn’t actually get him just that. I opened mine from Hange and saw it was some sort of sciency baking kit, it looked really cool. I smiled at her and thanked her a bit as well. Levi opened his to find earl gray tea and a 20 dollar visa. Levi is hard to shop for so it was expected that he would get gift cards. I didn’t want to give Levi his actual gift until after the two left so I handed him a holiday card with money in it. He shot me a confused look but took it nonetheless. After about an hour or two Hange and Erwin bidded their goodbyes. When the got out the door I sighed finally able to relax.

“Levi I um.. I have your actual gift right here. I didn’t wanna not give you anything infront of them but I wanted to save this for just us.” And raised and amused eyebrow as I handed the box. He handed me a bag and told me to open it first. Upon opening I could see that it was a beautiful necklace. It had mine and Levi’s name engraved into it a gorgeous gold chain. I teared up a bit at how much it must’ve cost. He gestured for me to come over so he could put it on. I shivered as the cold metal hit my skin. I turned around and gave him a kiss and told him to open his. I stood there standing anxiously as he unboxed it. As soon as he could see what it was his eyes widened, swirling with so many emotions. He carefully took out the tea set and when he noticed the tea cup wasn’t broken anymore tears welled up in his eyes. He carefully set it down on the table and quickly strode over to me give me a tight hug. He pulled back a bit and smashed his lips against mine. After a few moments he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

“Thank you.” His tone was soft and filled with love. I squeezed him close to me and whispered back,

“Merry Christmas, Levi.”

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS YALL!!

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