#and eventually they warm up to them and start chatting about the place and telling stories and chaffing aragorn and calling him king stride

[fearofgodandtolkien]

it's more or less canon that he came back to the Shire and just had a pint at the Green Dragon and. I love that so much. especially if he brought his wife. ancient elf-maiden robed in shimmering samite crowned in mithril and the king of Gondor also crowned in mithril mighty and powerful holding the strength and wisdom of his ancestors in every line of his face sipping some beer. commenting on the unusual goodness of the ale this year. asking about the crops.

I bet after Aragorn became king he would continue to be Just Some Chill As Fuck Dude. You go to the market and there’s the king of Gondor. Buying turnips.

[hairmetal666]

No one knows who writes the Hawkins High Tattler. It comes out every week, without fail, has for almost two decades. Everyone reads it, even teachers, even parents. It's caused more the one suspension, grounding, and even--famously--a shipping off to boarding school.

Steve's never let the Tattler get to him much. He's in it, of course, practically a new story every week. But it's just silly gossip.

Of course, Steve is also, currently, the titular Tattler, so. It's not like he's surprised when his name shows up.

It's his third year, his last year, and he knows everything that ever goes on at Hawkins High. It's pretty easy, honestly. Everyone thinks he's ditzy and vapid; nothing more than hairspray and polos. People will say anything around him, assuming he's not listening or not interested, and then bam. It's in next week's Tattler. No one even suspects him.

The confessions locker probably helps. Down by the theater, busted and unusable, the perfect place for people to leave tips, to tattle on their friends (or enemies, as the case may be).

That's what he's doing right now, checking the confessions locker. After 9:30 on a Friday night, the place silent as the tomb, perfect time for it. Pretty standard fare this week. The only thing of interest is that Eddie Munson was the person who broke all Ms. Click's pencils and left the stubs on her desk. This one, he laughs at, can't wait to publish it; can't wait to talk to Munson about it.

He gets a lot of stuff about Eddie. Most of it he doesn't publish because it's bullshit about satanic rituals--the nerdy kids he babysits play dnd, and there's no way Karen Wheeler is letting anything satanic happen in her basement--or about his sexuality, and one thing Steve doesn't do is out people.

Gathering up this week's submissions, he closes the locker with a soft clink, and he swears, swears he hears the squeak of a tennis shoe on the polished tile of the floor. He freezes, heart in his throat. Nobody has been here this late before.

Seconds pass but there's only silence. Confident he's only hearing things, he heads out, the parking lot just as empty as when he arrived.

---

He sees Eddie a few days later, when he's picking up the kids from the arcade. They typically exchange casual greetings, but as Steve waits, Eddie stands with him, offers him a cigarette.

"Read that was you who messed with Click's pencils. Good one."

Eddie shrugs, gives a little bow and a smile. "Happy to be of service."

"It was my class, when she found them. Never seen her so mad."

"No way," Eddie laughs. "Not even when Hagan drew dicks on all the textbooks?"

"Not even then, man. She was throwing pencil stubs everywhere."

"Fuck, sad I missed it." Eddie takes a drag, Steve's eyes following the movement, lingering on his mouth. Something warm and tingling builds at the base of his spine and he forces his gaze away.

"How long you in detention for?"

"I'm not. Swore it wasn't me, and Click doesn't want to admit she reads the Tattler, so. Not much they could do. "

"I've seen it sitting on her desk!"

"I know! She reads it when she has detention duty!"

They lean against Steve's car, laughing, and Steve feels good. This is good. He likes Eddie. He's funny and dramatic and smart and kind. He's not deserving of any of the mean things that get submitted to the Tattler.

The kids come streaming into the parking lot then, and Eddie stubs out his cigarette, says "see you around, Harrington," and Steve finds himself flushing for reasons he can't quite explain.

---

He starts seeing Eddie around way more. He's in school most days, smoking in the parking lot after the last bell, chatting with Steve in the hallways.

It shows up in the Tattler; big news that the King and the Freak are hanging out. Most of the submissions are about it, increasingly elaborate rumors about their supposedly deep, close friendship.

He wishes he could tell Eddie.

Eventually, Eddie invites him to smoke at the quarry. He doesn't hesitate to say yes, doesn't even bother to try ignoring the swoop in his stomach, the speed of his heart.

They sprawl out in the back of the van, Eddie's loud, raucous music pounding around them, sharing a joint back and forth.

Steve gets hazy, boneless, can't stop watching Eddie, the way his lips purse around the joint, his long hair glinting gold in the weak light of the camping lanterns, the pleased shine of his eyes every time he makes Steve laughs.

He likes Eddie so much. Everything about him, honestly. Butterflies ping in his stomach, happy and slow, and he thinks how nice Eddie's lips are, wonders how soft they must be. And he thinks--he's read the submissions, right--he knows the things they say about Eddie, and he wishes it was true, he wants--he wants--

He wants

---

Steve's running late to check the locker. Lost track of time at the diner with Eddie, and it's making him panic.

He stuffs the submissions haphazardly into the pocket of his hoodie, dancing with nerves, willing himself to grab them all and get out.

Locker emptied, he sprints towards the exit. He has a second to process someone barreling towards him in the dark, but he's going too fast to stop, can only brace himself as they collide.

It sends him sliding across the floor, Tattler submissions spilling out of his pocket like snow. He hits the ground, scrabbling for the papers, praying that whoever is here with him can't see them in the low light.

Hands grips his biceps. "Stevie, Steve, we have to get out of here" and there's a second where he's comforted by the familiar rasp of Eddie's voice before terror spikes again.

He pulls himself from Eddie's grasp, searching for any dropped submissions in easy reach. "Wha--why--what's--"

"I ran into Jason Carver and his band of idiots at the gas station. They're on their way to here to try to catch the Tattler in action."

Steve freezes. "I don't--that's not--I--"

In the deep silence of the empty school, they both hear the slamming of a door, a bitten off giggle. Eddie grabs his wrist and they run. Into the theater room, through a door Steve didn't know existed, to the backstage area of the auditorium.

"You should be safe here," Eddie says.

Panic spirals through him. "I can explain. I was just--I forgot a--I needed--"

"Harrington! I know, okay? I already know."

Steve can only blink at him, swallows rough in his throat. "What--Eddie, I--"

"I saw you. Weeks ago. Forgot my notebook in the theater room after Hellfire and had to run back for it. You were there, at the locker."

"You can't tell anyone."

"I'm not going to."

"No, Munson, you really can't. Nobody can know. Nobody--"

"Swe--Stevie, I promise. The secret's safe with me." He rocks back on his heels, chewing on his lip for a second before he continues. " I--I couldn't figure you out, you know? I saw you around with those kids and it didn't make any sense. King Steve, babysitting tiny nerds? But I saw you at the locker and..."

"You're giving me too much credit, man."

"I don't think so. You're never--fuck, Harrington--you're never mean. At least, not in the last couple years. You spread gossip, but you don't punch down, and you're funny as hell. Mean as shit too, but only to the people who deserve it."

His ears burn and he looks down. "Just because I have fucking--fucking editorial standards doesn't mean that I'm anything special."

Eddie scoffs. "Remember, Stevie, I was reading it a year before you were here. Cruel, vapid garbage. Always the most vile, pointless stories about people who couldn't defend themselves. And how many submissions have you gotten about me, for instance, that you've never used?"

Steve clenches his fists. "I would never--"

"I know. Sweetheart, I know. That's why I li--You're so fucking good, Stevie."

He laughs, ears burning. "I'm really not, Eddie. I try to write about fun gossip that can't hurt anyone too much, and nobody's found me out because they think I'm too dumb--"

Eddie reaches out then, fingers connecting softly with the edge of Steve's jaw. He can't help but lean into the touch, eyes flickering closed.

"You don't want to hurt people because you're fucking kind. You know how I know for sure? You must get submissions every week about me, and you've never once printed that I'm--" Eddie stops then, swallowing hard.

Steve's throat goes tight. He rests his hand over Eddie's, still holding his face. "Me too," he whispers. "Kind of. I like--it's both. For me."

"Oh," Eddie breathes, mouth lifting in a bright, beautiful smile that Steve can't help but return.

He's watching, sees when Eddie's gaze drifts his lips, making his breath hitch. He doesn't really think about closing the distance between them, slotting their mouths together in a tentative, gentle kiss.

"You're just full of surprises aren't you, Steve Harrington? Eddie asks when they part.

Steve blushes. "That's sort of the last of them."

"Sure. Next you'll be telling me you've played dnd."

"I have a character."

"What???"

"Human paladin. Dustin worked on it with me. Ready to get out of here?"

"Human paladin," Eddie gapes. "You know--you said--what's happening?"

Steve twines their fingers together, leading Eddie towards the auditorium exit. "Well, first we're going to walk out to my car and then we're going to my house, and we're going to look through Tattler submissions. Maybe makeout a little bit."

Eddie giggles. "What the fuck? Like. What the fuck, sweetheart?"

He turns to face Eddie, smile big and pure and bright with happiness. "If you're really nice to me, I'll let you help write this week's issue."

"Oh, oh. You're going to wreck me." Eddie mumbles, almost to himself.

"If you're lucky." Steve beams.

[goreandbunnies]

❝ 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛!𝚂𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 ➺

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You see him again on campus a week later as you’re eating lunch in the park, nose in a book, not noticing that he spotted you from a mile away and has been watching you for a moment until he grew too impatient to wait any longer. 

Dealer!Sukuna who sits across from you on the picnic table, wearing shades and grinning like he just won the lottery. He leans in and peeks at the cover of the book you’re reading, snickering when he sees the spicy themed cover. 

“I knew you were a fun one under that shy attitude,” he teases before picking up a fry from your lunch and munching on it, his pink hair dancing in the warm breeze as you look up at him. 

“What do you want?” You ask, trying to sound resigned and confident but you almost choke on the words. 

You’ve been thinking about him. Of course you have. The campus’ bad boy offered you to spend a night with him and you just ran away like a scared cat. You were torn between shame and regret but also still deeply turned on by the memory of that night. The missed opportunity drove you mad, until now. 

Dealer!Sukuna kept his promise to himself and started chasing after you. 

“Do you want the polite version or the truth?” He asks back, grinning before placing a cigarette between his teeth. He leans back, throwing his shades on the table as his knee gently bumps into yours under there, sending electric shockwaves between your legs.

“Both,” you reply shyly, smiling a little. No harm in chatting with him and teasing back, right? 

“Well first I’d like us to be friends, baby,” he shrugs, drawing attention to the tattoos on his massive arms, his black tank top clinging to his upper body and not doing a good job at concealing how huge he was. He nods at you and leans over, you mimic him, like two friends sharing a secret. “Then I’d have you in my bed, making sure I’d ruin you for other men in the future. Fictional or real,” he adds mockingly, glancing at your book. 

Your breath is hitched, you feel too hot in your own skin and his presence crushes you in the best way. He’s intoxicating, much like the drugs he likes to consume. You wish you could be free to give in, to want him back openly, maybe even make him work for it a little since he wants it - you - so bad. But your studies are too important, you’re too focused on your goal to ruin your chances because of a frat boy. No matter how tempting. 

“I- I’m not interested, sorry,” you tell him, frustration and regret gnawing at your gut. 

Dealer!Sukuna who sees right through your lies. He knows the effect he already has on you. 

“One night, that’s all I’m asking for,” he offers, finishing his cigarette and crushing the butt on the wooden table. “If you don’t want to see me again after that, I’ll let you go,” he lies. But you believe him and this time, it’s too tempting to refuse. Again. 

Besides, one night of fun can’t be that harmless. Most students get trashed weekly and yet they still graduate. One night to unwind with the hottest guy on campus wouldn’t put your plans in danger. It’s been forever since you’ve had some adult kind of fun, sticking to smutty books to make sure not to get attached or too distracted by a real man. 

“What do you say, Princess?” He insists, one of his long legs sliding between your pressed thighs, prying them open. You let him. 

He doesn’t look like the type of guy who gets attached anyways. You tell yourself that you can spend that one night with him then just lie, tell him it wasn’t that good and get back to your bland, boring life. You already know any sex with him would be life changing. It scares you a little. He scares you even more. 

“Okay,” you eventually give up, heart pounding in your chest. 

Dealer!Sukuna whose eyes light up with malice and excitement the second that small word comes out of your mouth. He’s not the type to work for things, he’s used to people coming to him and giving everything he wants on a silver platter. 

This is a first for him. Just like it’s a first for you too. You’ve always made sure to keep away from trouble and he always stuck to the wilder girls out of habit. None of them had sparked a similar interest in him. 

His hand reaches out and cups your chin gently. His hand smells like the cigarette he just smoked and this alone ignites something in your lower belly. 

“Clear your schedule for me tonight then,” he demands, impatient. You shake your head. 

“Not tonight,” you feel stupid for saying no yet again. But you need more than an afternoon to prepare yourself for a whole night with him. 

Dealer!Sukuna who lets go of your face, huffing as he collects his shades on the table and snatches a pencil from your stuff. He scribbles his phone number on the margin in the book you’ve stopped reading. 

“Up to you now, princess,” he slides the book back to you before getting up, his playfulness gone as he leaves you there, alone. 

Your face falls as you glance at the phone number, feeling like you’ve just lost your opportunity to step out of your comfort zone. The one chance to experience more. Defeated, you collect your belongings and head to your next class. 

The entire lecture, your mind is on the number written in that book, wondering whether or not you should text him and apologize - what for, being a coward? Or simply tell him that you can’t see him tonight because you’re too nervous. You end up doing nothing, going along with your day. 

You’re walking to your last class when a strong hand snatches you from the corridor into a fire exit. Before you can scream, that same hand covers your mouth as you’re being pinned against a wall. Pink hair and crimson eyes come into view and you suddenly become acutely aware of the proximity between your body and his. 

Dealer!Sukuna who is just tired of waiting for a taste of his new favourite drug.

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[clarkeybabey]

❝ i wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl ❞

# summary; accidentally walking in on him streaming

# playlist; they don't know about us - one direction

# word count; 587

# note; something short for you. i have two part twos in the works but a Christmas special will be coming your way on christmas ;)

Arthur's been in your bedroom for the last half hour sitting at his PC, judging by the screams coming from the other side of the door, recording a YouTube video. Or at least that's what you thought.

You're in the kitchen sipping your second glass of cheap wine, standing over a pasta recipe you'd seen on TikTok, wondering if he'd be ready to eat sometime soon or if you should just put some into a container for him to have when he was finished. You turn the heat down, set the spoon on a paper towel, and place the lid onto the pan.

A knock sounds through the wood that goes unanswered, you follow it with an even louder one to no avail. Deciding just walking in shouldn't hurt anything, his editor knows you exist and it'll be cut from the footage with just a few clicks.

You step over the threshold leaving the door ajar and walk towards him. His back is obviously to you, so reach and gently slide a side of his headphones off his ear. When your fingers graze his skin, despite your effort he still startles slightly.

"Sorry, dinners ready," when his eyes meet yours they're almost pleading, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. Your brows furrowed in confusion at his lack of reply, until you notice the Livestream chat flowing so fast you can't make out but a few words.

Without even the idea of uttering another word, you turn on your heels heading for the door. Your fists clench involuntarily at your sides, the stinging pain of your fingernails digging into your palms not bothering you nearly as much as the feeling of your heart speeding up and your face beginning to warm.

Tears brim your eyes, anxiety making your skin suddenly feel almost like a pincushion. He's stressed so much about keeping your relationship relatively private, not that he wanted to be a secret but he knows how some supporters get.

The couch seems to be the best place for you to just sit and try and breathe through the panic attack that you feel brewing deep down. You let your head fall into your hands, the heels of your palms pressing your eyes so hard into their sockets, that you're certain if you open them stars would blot your vision.

Your mind is fuzzy as you try to even out your breathing, its starting to feel like weights are on your chest, in the distance you can hear the sound of the bedroom door opening, and gently closing, and the padding of his feet getting closer until it's just in front of you.

A strangled breathe racks through you when you attempt to speak, "'m so," he's quick to cut you off, "None of that, baby," he interrupts what he knows will be a string of unnecessary apologies, "You have nothing to be sorry for, I should apologize for making people finding out seem like such a big deal."

"I just... You did it to protect me, to protect us, I understand why."

He's kicking himself internally at how stressed this has obviously made you, "We've lived together almost eight months," his voice is calm, and his warm hand finds your cheek grounding you. The hand on your cheek tilts your chin up, his eyes finding yours, "something like this was going to happen eventually, please don't beat yourself up over this."

You nod, leaning into his touch, "Now, come say hello, they wanna meet you."

[authorhjk1]

SNSD OT9 reaction of them waking up after sex and finding out their partner is 10+ years younger than them.

Taeyeon

"Oh wow."

Taeyeon groans as she moves a little. The two of you are lying side by side in her bed, the dim morning light starting to warm your faces.

"You really wore me out last night."

She leans over and rests her head on your chest.

"I could've gone the whole night."

Taeyeon scoffs in disbelief.

"I hardly doubt that. You're my age, so you wouldn't be able to go round after round."

"Your age? I'm 26."

Very slowly, Taeyeon lifts her head off your chest.

"What?"

She looks up at you, her eyes wide open.

"You're what?"

"26."

"Holy..."

Taeyeon gets off you and sits straight on the bed.

"Why didn't you tell me before? You're way too young."

"I tried."

You chuckle.

"But if I remember correctly, you told me to shut up and eat your pussy like I mean it."

Shame heats up Taeyeon's body. Her cheeks show a deep shade of pink.

"Did-Did I say that?"

Jessica

"Thank you."

Jessica smiles at you as she takes the hot coffee mug out of your hand. She gives it a taste after blowing at it for a moment.

"Mmm, it's delicious."

"Nothing big."

You sit back down next to her and Jessica let's her head rest against your arm.

"Right. You said you're a barista last night."

"Yeah, I traveled around for about four years while learning it right after school. And now I own my own coffee shop since three years ago."

"Oh, that's so cool."

As Jessica takes another sip, you see her eyebrows furrow.

"Y-You finished school seven years ago?"

"Yeah. When I was 19."

You can tell that she's taking a moment to calculate how old you must be now. Then she does it again. And again. The disbelief marking her face.

"You're 10 years younger than me?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, my god."

Jessica sinks into the sheets, staring up at the ceiling. She doesn't dare to look at you as she realizes she slept with someone 10 years younger than her.

Sunny

You're still asleep when Sunny wakes up. It takes her a while, but eventually she's sitting up, looking out of the window. Her head still hurts from last night's drinking. She glances at her nightstand, looking for a glass of water. Instead, her eyes land on your wallet. Sunny's brows furrow as she hesitates. She doesn't remember much from last night. To avoid any awkwardness, she just wants to take a quick peek at your ID to confirm your name.

When she takes it out, her eyes lock onto your birthday after reading your name.

"10 years?"

Sunny chuckles before putting your wallet back.

"Seems like you got really lucky last night."

She looks at you, your eyes still closed as you continue to sleep next to her.

Tiffany

"Happy birthday, I guess."

Tiffany's gorgeous smile makes you melt, before the two of you engage in a passionate kiss.

Your friends wanted to throw you a birthday party, which started the night before your birthday and was supposed to end after midnight. You met Tiffany at the club during that time and since she lived closer, she took you back to her place.

"How old are you now? You still look kinda young to be over thirty."

You chuckle at her assumption.

"I'm 26 now."

You almost hear Tiffany's heart stop.

"26?"

Her eyes are wide in disbelief, her hand is tugging at her hair.

"Oh my god. How could I sleep with someone this young?"

"You're acting like I'm 18 or something."

"That would be even worse."

Tiffany groans, visibly embarrassed.

"I don't see the problem here. Age doesn't matter. As long as you had fun last night it's fine."

Her cheeks turn pink as she recalls what she did to you last night.

"Oh god...."

Hyoyeon

Hyoyeon wakes up to her phone buzzing again and again. It must be the middle of the day, but you're still sleeping next to her. Half asleep, she reaches for it to check who's blowing up her phone with messages.

"Nice catch, Hyo. He looked like he could go all night."

Hyoyeon groans. Not just because Sooyoung is teasing her, but because she is doing so in the group chat. The other members now know what happened after her and Sooyoung went to the club and why she alone isn't home yet.

"How was he, unnie?"

Yoona attached a winking smiley to her question.

"Oh god."

Hyoyeon sighs in frustration.

"You think they're doing it again in the morning now?"

"Yuri..."

Hyoyeon says through gritted teeth.

"Probably. He looked really young too."

"Did you take care of him like a good noona, unnie?"

Hyoyeon throws her phone onto the bed, after reading Seohyun's daring question. When she glances at you again, she realizes that you do look young. The dim light in the club made it hard to figure out your age, but now that you're face is illuminated by sunlight, Hyoyeon realizes you can't be a day over 26.

A satisfied smile plays around her lips as she leans back again the wall behind her. Despite all the teasing taht is still to come, she knows that she had a really good night.

Yuri

"And what are you gonna do after you wake up?"

You let out a weak groan when you feel Yuri's soft lips against your neck. For the last couple of minutes, after waking up, she has been torturing you by kissing your neck again and again while making you tell her what you're doing today and tomorrow. Now you're starting to talk about your Monday, while Yuri sticks out her tongue and drags it from your collarbone to your cheek, licking your skin along the way.

A shakey breath escapes your lips, before you continue.

"And then I need to go to class."

"Class?"

Yuri asks into your ear, her voice a little higher in surprise.

"Yeah, class."

"Wait, how old are you?"

You swallow hard. You don't want to lie, but you also don't want her to stop kissing you. Eventually, you decide on speaking the truth.

"I'm 26."

For a moment, Yuri doesn't move or say anything. You're scared she's now disgusted by your age difference. But then she gives your ear a teasing little bite before whispering:

"You better do what your professor tells you to do now. Or I'm going to make you fail my class.

You feel Yuri's panty covered pussy rub against your cock. You didn't expect her to suddenly start roleplaying. But you can already feel your cock harden as you think about Yuri being your professor.

"Yes, ma'am."

Sooyoung

Sooyoung wakes up with a massive headache. The sun that shines into the room through the curtains hurts her eyes. When she moves her head, she finds you still sleeping next to her.

"What have I done?"

She murmurs and eventually starts to get off the bed. When the blanket glides off her body, she realizes that she's completely naked.

"Where are my clothes?"

She looks around the room with half open eyes. Her bra and her panties are lying on the table, her top is hanging over the backrest of the chair. Her pants are lying on the floor while her shoes have been thrown into the bathroom.

"What the hell? How much did I drink last night?"

Like a sloth, Sooyoung slowly starts to get dressed. It takes her a while, but eventually she's wearing everything from the night before. Well, almost everything.

"Where is my tie?"

She searches for it, but can't find it anywhere. When she is looking for it on the nightstand on your side, she almost lets out a surprised yelp. Sooyoung's tie is tightly tied around your wrists.

"Oh god."

She groans in disbelief. Staring at your face, small pieces of her memories from last night come back to her. A dumb smile plays around her lips when she remembers how good you felt inside of her. But then, she remembers something else. Something important. She tries to recall it to the best of her abilities. It must have been inside the elevator last night, after you got this hotel room for the two of you.

"I'm twenty six."

Sooyoung's heart stops, her eyes grow wide as the number echoes in her head. Twenty six. Twenty six.

"Oh, fuck this."

She quickly slips out of the room, leaving her tie behind.

Yoona

Yoona yawns as she wakes up, wrapped in silk sheets. Her whole body still tingles from last night's adventures. She lazily rolls around, her face landing in your empty pillow. Yoona can still feel your warmth, despite you not being in the bed anymore. The smell of your cologne brings a smile to her face.

"Mmmh."

She hums, her smile widening as she remembers slowly riding you last night, while her face was buried in your neck.

Yoona opens her eyes again when she hears you coming out of the bathroom. Her gaze lingers on the towel around your hips, before she admires your otherwise naked body. Then she notices the tattoo on your abs.

"What does the 2000 mean, by the way?"

"My birth year."

"You're... 25?"

You nod as you study her face. She's surprised, but not turned off or anything. You catch her biting her lower lip as her eyes trace along the lines of your tattoo on your abs.

"Why don't you get over here and I ride that cock of yours again?"

Seohyun

"What were you celebrating anyway?"

Seohyun's head lies on your shoulder, while she draws circles with her finger on your chest.

"What do you mean?"

You use your hand to play with her hair as you talk.

"Don't you remember? One of your friends shouted 'she must be your gift for today' while the two of us walked out of the club."

You chuckle, slightly embarrassed. But you can't deny that spending the night with Seohyun did feel like a gift from heaven.

"I got my degree in mechanical engineering yesterday. That's why we celebrated."

"Your degree?"

"Yeah, took me a little longer than I had hoped. I wanted to be done when I was 22 but now I'm 25.

"Twenty five?"

Seohyun lifts her head off your shoulder.

"Yeah. I know the beard makes me look a little older."

"Yeah...."

Seohyun seems to think for a moment, so you're surprised when she suddenly straddles you.

"I've always wanted to try this."

You raise an eyebrow as you feel Seohyun reach into your boxers.

"Call me noona."

"What?"

"Call me noona while I ride you. Beg for my pussy while you call me Seohyun noona."

[ch0llies]

FOREVER NOW | CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO. PT.2

oneshot - chris x reader

You and Chris have been tied together by an invisible string ever since you met at 10. As you grew older, Chris became your safe place. He was always there, unknowingly shaping himself into the person you'd eventually fall in love with. By the time you were 18, you had become each other's first everything- first kiss, first love, first promise that neither of you could ever belong to anyone else the way you belonged to each other. And now, standing in the bathroom with ten pregnancy tests lined up on the counter, that promise felt heavier than ever.

story warnings: fluff, smut, pregnancy kink, basically everything that has to due with pregnancy and childbirth, established relationship, etc... if any of these topics upset you... don't read!

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MONTH 2

The sterile scent of the doctor’s office does little to calm your nerves as you sit on the exam table, your fingers gripping Chris’s hand like it’s the only thing anchoring you to the room. The last week had been a blur- between the endless late-night talks, the baby name debates, and Chris spending way too much time researching the best prenatal vitamins- everything still felt surreal.

“Alright, let’s take a look,” the ultrasound tech says with a warm smile, squeezing the cold gel onto your stomach.

Chris tightens his grip on your hand. “You good, baby?” he murmurs.

You nod, exhaling a shaky breath. “Yeah. Just… nervous.”

His thumb brushes over your knuckles. “Me too.”

And then, the screen flickers to life.

At first, it’s just static, a mix of shadows and shapes you don’t quite understand. But then- there.

A tiny bean-shaped figure appears, nestled inside of you. The heartbeat echoes through the room, fast and steady, and your breath catches in your throat.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, tears instantly pricking at your eyes.

Chris lets out a breathy laugh, his eyes glued to the screen, pure awe written all over his face. “That’s our baby?”

The tech smiles. “That’s your baby. And judging by the measurements, you’re about two months along.”

Chris lets out a stunned chuckle, running a hand down his face. “Two months,” he repeats, like he’s trying to wrap his head around it. He turns to you, his expression softening. “We’ve had our baby with us for two months already.”

Tears slip down your cheeks, and Chris leans over, kissing your forehead. His hand stays firmly in yours the whole time, never letting go.

And just like that, the little bean on the screen makes everything real.

You decide that night to invite everyone over and tell them the news. Your apartment is full- packed, really- with family, laughter, and the unmistakable scent of home-cooked food. Your mom, dad, and brother are here, chatting with Chris’s parents and all his brothers. It’s the first time everyone’s gathered together in a while, and they think it’s just a normal family dinner.

But you and Chris have other plans.

Chris squeezes your thigh under the table, shooting you a knowing look. It’s almost time.

“Hey, Mom?” you call out casually, getting up and heading toward the kitchen. “I think something’s burning… can you check the oven?”

Your mom, who’s been deep in conversation with Chris’s mom, Mary Lou, immediately moves toward the oven. “Oh shoot, yeah, of course.” She opens the door, peering inside. “There’s just a… roll?”

Mary Lou tilts her head, coming over. “Let me see this.”

Chris, still seated but now grinning widely, leans forward. “What’s in the oven?”

Your mom and Mary Lou both frown at first, then look at each other as realization dawns.

“A bun…”

Their heads snap toward each other, eyes widening, mouths parting in shock.

Then, utter joy.

Screams, happy shrieks, as they grab each other and start jumping up and down like teenagers. Your mom clutches Mary Lou’s arms, her eyes already welling up.

“Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD-”

Chris laughs, standing up just in time for his mom and yours to practically tackle you in a hug. “Are you serious?!” your mom exclaims, pulling back just enough to look at your face.

You nod, laughing through your tears. “Two months.”

Another round of screams.

The commotion quickly draws in the rest of the family. Chris’s dad steps into the kitchen first, followed by your dad and your brother, then all of Chris’s brothers- Matt, Nick, and Justin, who were mid-conversation and now just staring at the scene unfolding before them.

“What’s going on in here?” your dad asks, looking mildly concerned.

Your mom turns to them, face lit up with pure joy. “THEY’RE HAVING A BABY!”

Silence.

Then, another explosion of excitement.

Chris’s dad claps him on the back, shaking his head with a wide grin. “You little shit.”

Your brother lets out a stunned laugh. “Holy shit, I’m gonna be an uncle?”

Nick lets out an exaggerated gasp. “I’M GONNA BE AN UNCLE TOO!”

“You’re not special, we’re all uncles!” Matt chimes in, and Justin just shakes his head, laughing.

Chris, overwhelmed but beaming, pulls you into his arms, kissing you right there in the middle of the kitchen, his hands cradling your face.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.

Tears still streaming, you smile against his mouth. “I love you too.”

MONTH 3

By the third month, your body is starting to change, though you’re not fully showing just yet. Your lower stomach has a tiny bump, just enough for Chris to become obsessed.

Every morning, before even kissing you good morning, he lifts your hoodie or pajama top to check your belly. “Lemme see our baby,” he mumbles sleepily, pressing a kiss to your skin. He does this every single morning.

At your 12-week ultrasound, you both hear the baby’s heartbeat loud and clear for the first time. Chris records the whole thing on his phone, his eyes misting over as he grips your hand tightly. “That’s our baby,” he whispers in pure awe.

Month 3 was fun but it came with mood swings. And they hit hard. One moment you’re laughing, the next you’re sobbing because you saw a video of a puppy and now you need one. Chris is patient, rubbing your back while hiding his laughter when you cry over the most random things.

Not to mention the weird cravings too…pickles with peanut butter. Chris gags every time you eat it but stocks up on both anyway.

MONTH 4

Your energy is coming back, and so is your sex drive. It’s like a switch flips, and suddenly, you need Chris all the time.

“You’ve been insane, baby,” he teases one night, hands tracing over your growing belly. “Not complaining, though.”

Chris also starts buying baby stuff constantly. You come home one day to find him unpacking an absurd amount of onesies, soft blankets, and a tiny Bruins beanie.

“We don’t even know the gender yet!” you remind him.

Chris just shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. Our kid’s gonna be a Bruins fan either way.”

MONTH 5

One night, you wake up to something- a small fluttering sensation in your belly. It happens again, and your breath catches.

“Chris,” you whisper, shaking him awake. “Chris, the baby just kicked.”

He sits up so fast he nearly falls out of bed. “Wait, what?!” His hands are on your belly immediately, waiting, eyes wide. When he finally feels the tiny kick against his palm, his breath stutters.

“That’s-” He swallows hard, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s our baby.” He spends the next hour whispering to your belly, telling them all about their parents and how much they’re already loved.

This is also the month you start turning the office into a nursery. You decide not to find out the gender until the baby is born and instead choose a yellow theme- bright, neutral, and happy.

You both spend an entire Saturday painting the walls, music playing, the windows open. Chris is in jeans, no shirt, covered in paint, while you’re in overalls, your baby bump finally visible. He insists on taking a picture of you holding a paintbrush to your stomach.

“For the baby album,” he says with a grin.

MONTH 6

Your bump is really showing now, and Chris is in love with it. He touches it constantly- rubbing it absentmindedly when you sit together, spooning you at night with his hands protectively splayed over your stomach, kissing it whenever he gets the chance.

“You’re glowing,” he tells you one day, watching as you fold tiny baby clothes in the nursery. “Like, actually glowing.”

The nesting instinct is kicking in full force. You’re suddenly obsessed with organizing and cleaning, and Chris is doing his best to keep up. One night, you wake up at 2 a.m. convinced the nursery needs rearranging immediately. Chris groans but helps move the crib- only for you to change your mind an hour later.

“Baby,” he mumbles, flopping onto the rug. “Please. Let’s just go back to bed.”

“No.”

MONTH 7

Your back hurts constantly, your feet are swollen, and even sleeping is uncomfortable. Chris gives you back rubs every night, rubbing your feet and making sure you’re drinking enough water.

Sex is still happening, but it’s… different. Your growing belly makes some positions impossible, limiting you mostly to doggy, but Chris doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he’s more patient, more attentive- his hands steadying your hips, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your spine. He’s careful with you, always checking in, always making sure you’re comfortable, but there’s something else in his touch lately- something hungry.

And then, one night, as his fingers trace the curve of your belly, lingering just a little longer than usual, he finally admits, “Baby… I think your belly turns me on.”

You blink at him, taken aback. “What?”

He shrugs, but the way his eyes darken as they sweep over you betrays his casual tone. His hand drags slow and deliberate over your bump, fingers spreading possessively. “I don’t know,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “Just… knowing our baby is inside you. That I put them there.” He shakes his head, smirking as he licks his lips. “It’s kinda hot.”

You roll your eyes, but the way your pulse quickens betrays you. Because honestly? It is hot.

“Yeah?” You challenge, your voice playful but laced with something deeper. You tug your shirt over your head, baring your swollen breasts and belly to him, your skin hypersensitive, your body already aching for him. “Wanna show me just how hot you think it is?”

Chris exhales sharply, like you’ve just knocked the wind out of him. His pupils dilate, his jaw clenches, and for a second, you think he might actually lose his mind.

Then he’s on you, hands already reaching, already touching. His lips find your neck, warm and open-mouthed, his breath hot against your skin. “Get on your hands and knees, mama,” he rasps, voice thick with need.

You obey without question, shifting onto your hands and knees, arching your back just enough to give him the perfect view.

You had thought that since gaining pregnancy weight that Chris would be turned off… or maybe even stop finding you attractive completely. But it was the opposite. He loves it.

He grabs your love handles every chance he gets and rubs your thighs and massages your back, not because you asked, simply because he wants to. Because it turns him on.

Chris groans behind you, his hands immediately finding your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make you feel grounded. He spreads his palms over your skin, dragging them down to your thighs, then back up, like he’s memorizing every inch of you.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You shiver at the heat in his voice, at the way he sounds almost wrecked already.

“Then show me,” you challenge, glancing over your shoulder at him.

His eyes flash dark with something dangerous, something wild, and then he’s moving- leaning over you, pressing his chest to your back as he kisses along your shoulder, his hands never stopping their slow worship of your body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His hands slide under your belly, holding you, supporting you like it’s second nature. Like taking care of you is just as much a turn-on as anything else.

And when he finally pushes into you, slow and deliberate, a deep groan rumbles through his chest. His grip returns and tightens on your hips, and he drops his head forward, his breath hot against your skin.

“Jesus Christ,” he swears, voice strained. “You feel even better like this.”

A gasp escapes your lips as you adjust to the stretch, your fingers clutching the sheets. Chris moves carefully at first, like he’s afraid of hurting you, but it only makes you want more.

“You don’t have to be so gentle,” you pant, pushing back against him, desperate for more. “You’re not gonna hurt the baby.”

Chris lets out a deep, shaky breath, his hands tightening on your hips as he keeps thrusting into you at an achingly slow pace. His self-control is tangible, the restraint in every roll of his hips almost maddening. Then, suddenly, his hands slide from your hips back to your belly, spreading wide, cradling the swell of it with something so tender it makes your chest ache.

“I know,” he murmurs, his voice rough, almost wrecked. “I just- fuck.” He exhales harshly, thumbs stroking the soft skin of your stomach. “I just love you like this.”

Your breath catches, and before you can respond, he moves- his grip tightening, his thrusts deepening, more purposeful now. He’s still careful, still mindful of you, but the hesitation is gone, replaced by something more raw, more desperate.

“Chris,” you moan, your fingers clutching the sheets, your body arching into him.

His hands stay on your belly, holding you there, like he’s grounding himself in the feeling of you- of the life you created together. His pace picks up, each thrust pushing you forward just enough to make your breath hitch. He’s panting above you, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your spine, his voice thick with need.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans, his grip flexing as he moves. “Carrying my baby, taking me so well.”

The words send a shockwave through you, heat pooling low in your stomach. You whimper, pushing back against him, needing more. He growls low in his throat, like you’re unraveling him, like he’s barely holding on.

“Yeah?” he breathes, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your sensitive nipple. “You like that?”

You nod frantically, gasping as he rolls his hips harder, deeper, hitting that spot that makes you cry out.

“Fuck,” Chris groans, his voice strained, his movements more desperate now. “Gonna make you cum just like this, mama. You ready?”

Chris’s thrusts grow more purposeful, deeper, his control slipping as your body clenches around him. His hands remain firm on your belly, holding you close, grounding himself in the feeling of you- the mother of his child, his woman, so perfect beneath him.

You’re burning, every nerve in your body alight as pleasure coils deep in your stomach. The way he’s touching you, how he’s holding your belly like it’s something sacred while still fucking you so thoroughly- it’s overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.

“Chris- ” you gasp, pushing back against him, desperate for more. “I’m- oh my God- ”

He groans, gripping your hips again, pulling you back onto him harder. “I got you, baby,” he pants, his voice wrecked. “You feel so fucking good- so tight, so perfect. You gonna cum for me?”

You nod frantically, the tension inside you about to snap. His hand slides from your belly down between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing firm, tight circles that send shockwaves through you.

Your moan is almost a sob as the pleasure crashes into you, your body shaking as you cum hard around him. Your walls clench tight, dragging him deeper, and he groans, losing whatever fragile control he had left.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he grits out, his rhythm growing erratic. His grip tightens on your belly again, his forehead pressing against your spine. “Gonna fill you up- fuck-”

You’re still trembling from your own orgasm when you feel him go rigid behind you, a deep groan ripping from his throat as he cums inside you, his thrusts slowing but still deep, still pushing every last bit of himself into you.

For a long moment, all you can hear is the sound of your mingled breaths, heavy and uneven. Chris collapses against your back, wrapping his arms around you, his hands still possessive on your stomach.

He lingers inside you for a moment longer before he finally pulls out, groaning softly at the loss of warmth. He presses a lingering kiss between your shoulder blades before sliding off the bed, heading to the bathroom. You hear the water run, and moments later, he’s back with a warm washcloth.

“Let me clean you up, mama,” he murmurs, his voice still thick with exhaustion and satisfaction.

You sigh as he gently wipes between your legs, being careful with every touch. His hands are slow and methodical, taking care of you like he always does. When he’s done, he tosses the washcloth into the laundry bin, then climbs back into bed, pulling you into his arms.

You melt into his embrace, your back pressed against his chest, his hands instinctively finding your belly again. He rubs slow circles over your skin, his lips pressing lazy kisses to the back of your neck.

Just as you’re about to drift off, his voice cuts through the quiet.

“Baby,” he says, his tone laced with something mischievous.

You hum sleepily, too comfortable to open your eyes. “Hmm?”

“We’re gonna have to record a movie or some shit with you pregnant,” he says, his breath warm against your ear. “It turns me on way more than it should.”

Your eyes snap open as you twist to look at him. “What?”

He grins, completely unapologetic. “I’m serious. You obviously can’t be pregnant all the time… unless I get you pregnant again right after the first baby is out.” He smirks, his hand splaying possessively over your belly. “How do you feel about Irish twins?”

You stare at him, half amused, half horrified. “Chris.”

“What?” he chuckles, nuzzling into your neck. “I mean, just think about it…. another baby, back to back? You’d look so fucking good carrying my baby again.”

You swat at his arm. “Let me get through this pregnancy first before you start planning the next one.”

He laughs, squeezing you tighter. “Alright, alright. But just so you know, I’m putting the idea out there.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “You’re insane.”

“And you love me,” he counters, kissing your shoulder.

You sigh dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

Chris just chuckles, pulling you even closer. “Get some sleep, baby. We’ll revisit this conversation later.”

You shake your head but don’t argue, letting yourself drift off in his arms, knowing full well he’s absolutely going to bring it up again.

MONTH 8

Your families throw you the most beautiful baby shower. Chris spends most of the day looking at baby items like he’s in awe that they’re for his child.

He’s also officially in full-on dad mode. He refuses to let you lift anything, scolds you for overexerting yourself, and installs the car seat a month early.

One night, you find him sitting in the nursery, staring at the crib.

“Chris?” you whisper, stepping inside.

He looks up, a soft smile on his face. “I just can’t believe we’re gonna have our baby sleeping in here soon.”

You walk over, taking his hand and resting it on your belly. “Me neither.”

MONTH 9

Everything is ready. The nursery is done, the hospital bag is packed, and Chris is on edge 24/7.

Every time you shift in bed, he bolts upright. “Are we going? Is it happening?”

“No, Chris. I just have to pee.”

He starts leaving work early, checking on you constantly. One day, he comes home with even more baby clothes, a yoga ball, and a brand-new breast pump.

“Chris,” you laugh. “We already have everything!”

“I just… wanna be prepared,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

One night, as he’s helping you into bed, he kneels down, pressing his lips to your belly.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, voice full of love. “We’re ready for you whenever you are.”

And just like that, the final stretch begins. Any day now, your baby will be here.

MONTH 9, WEEK 1

Lying in bed, your body aching from the sheer weight of pregnancy, you shift slightly, trying to find some comfortable position. Chris, ever in tune with you, adjusts immediately, tucking himself behind you and rubbing slow, soothing circles on your belly.

“We need to talk names,” you murmur sleepily, your head resting against his chest.

Chris hums, his fingers trailing absentmindedly over your bump. “Yeah, we do. We can’t just keep calling them ‘baby’ forever.”

You smile, but then a thought strikes you. “Okay, hear me out- if it’s a boy, I still wanna name him Owen.”

Chris stills for a moment before tilting his head down to look at you. “Still?”

You nod, suddenly nervous. “Yeah. I just… I love the name, and I thought it’d be a sweet way to honor you.”

Chris is quiet, but then his lips press against the side of your head. “You know what, I love it,” he whispers.

Relief floods you, and you nuzzle closer. “For the middle name… I was thinking maybe after my dad or my brother?”

Chris grins. “Perfect. We’ll decide when we meet him.”

You nod before shifting again. “And if it’s a girl?”

Chris chuckles. “Do you remember what my pick was?”

“Aria?” you question, remembering what he had said months and months ago.

Chris exhales, and you swear you feel his heart pick up. “Yes. Aria,” he repeats, like he’s letting it settle. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, baby. And for the middle name,” you continue, tilting your head to look at him, “I was thinking… Lou.”

Chris’s breath hitches. “After my mom?”

You nod, watching as his face softens into something unbearably tender.

“I love you so much,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Aria Lou… that’s perfect.”

And just like that, your baby- Owen or Aria- finally has a name.

MONTH 9, WEEK 2

The first time you feel contractions, they hit out of nowhere. Your stomach tightens, and a dull ache spreads through your back, making you pause mid-step in the kitchen.

Chris notices instantly. “What? What’s wrong?”

You grip the counter, wincing. “I think… I think I’m having contractions.”

Chris immediately launches into action. “Okay! Okay, let’s go- hospital, now!” He grabs the pre-packed hospital bag, his keys, his phone, his soul practically leaving his body as he rushes to the door.

You exhale through the pain, holding up a hand. “Chris. Chris! It’s fine. They’re just Braxton Hicks contractions.”

Chris blinks, still frozen mid-panic. “The fuck is a Braxton Hicks?”

You sigh, rubbing your belly. “False contractions. My body’s just practicing.”

Chris stares at you like you just betrayed him. “Practicing?! Baby, I was ready to sprint down the hall and flag an ambulance!”

For the rest of the week, every single time you shift uncomfortably, Chris is on guard. If you so much as groan while rolling over in bed, he’s wide awake, scrambling for his phone.

You sigh. “Chris. I just have to pee.”

He squints. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

You’re not sure how he’s gonna survive the real thing.

MONTH 9, WEEK 3

By now, the baby is almost a month overdue and you want nothing more than to push it out. God must’ve heard your prayers because you wake up to an intense pressure in your lower belly, a sharp pain that pulls you out of sleep with a gasp. For a moment, you think it’s just more Braxton Hicks contractions- until you feel it.

A rush of warmth liquid. A pop.

Your eyes go wide as realization slams into you.

“Chris.”

Chris, who had been sleeping like a dead man, groggily lifts his head. “Mmm?”

You slap his chest. “Chris, my water just broke.”

It takes him exactly three seconds to process that before he shoots upright, fully awake.

“OH, SHIT.”

“CHRIS, GET THE FUCKING BAG!”

Chris dives out of bed, scrambling for the hospital bag while simultaneously pulling on his jeans and trying to call everyone at once. “Okay, okay- uh, shit, okay- baby’s on the way, holy fuck!”

“Chris, breathe!” you hiss, gripping the bed as another contraction rolls through. “Just get me to the-”

And then you glance outside.

It’s snowing.

Not just a light dusting- a full-on blizzard.

Chris follows your gaze, his face draining of color. “No. No, no, NO- Fuck. Okay, hold on.”

He rushes to the window. Your car is buried under the snow, the driveway completely covered.

“Oh no….”

“DON’T WORRY! I GOT IT!”

And for the first time in your life, you see Chris move with the efficiency of a goddamn Olympic athlete.

He grabs his coat, shoves his feet into boots, and runs outside with nothing but a shovel and pure desperation.

You’re standing in the doorway, gripping the frame through another contraction, watching him shovel like his life depends on it.

“CAREFUL, CHRIS!”

“I’M BEING CAREFUL, BABY!” He yells as his left boot slips on ice and he almost takes a tooth out on the frozen pavement.

After what feels like forever, he finally clears enough space to get the car out. Panting, sweating, frost forming on his damn eyelashes, he runs back inside, scooping you up like a firefighter.

“Okay- okay, we’re going, baby, let’s go.”

He gets you into the car, throws the bag in the back, and peels out onto the snowy road, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping yours tightly.

Between contractions, you hear him frantically calling his parents, your parents, anyone will who pick up. “Baby’s on the way! We’re coming- SHIT, THESE ROADS ARE ICY- but we’re coming!*”

“Chris, focus on driving!”

“I CAN MULTITASK!”

But through the excitement, the panic, the snowstorm- Chris still finds a second to glance over at you, his free hand tightening around yours.

“We’re about to meet our baby, baby.”

And despite the pain, the stress, the absolute shitshow of this entire night- you smile.

Chris has the gas pedal pressed way too hard, white-knuckling the steering wheel as he simultaneously calls every single family member he can think of.

“Mom! We’re on the way- baby’s coming NOW. I don’t care about the storm, just- just get to the hospital!”

You groan through another contraction, gripping your belly, your nails digging into the seat. “Chris, shut the fuck up and focus on DRIVING!”

He immediately hangs up on his mom and dials someone else. “Dad! Baby’s coming- YES, RIGHT NOW- NO, I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG LABOR TAKES, JUST GET THERE!”

“Chris,” you grind out, trying to breathe through the insane pain in your abdomen. “If you call one more person, I swear to God-”

“Hold on, babe- Nick’s calling.”

“CHRIS!”

“OKAY, OKAY, I’M FOCUSING!”

Chris barely slows the car as he swerves into the hospital entrance. He parks right outside the ER doors, throws it into park, and launches himself out.

“Hang tight, baby, I got you!”

You let out a pained groan as another contraction tears through you, doubling over in your seat. Chris yanks the hospital bag from the back, sprints to your side, and immediately pulls open the passenger door.

“Come on, come on, we gotta go- ” He tries helping you out, but you’re moving too slow for his patience. His head whips around and locks onto the valet guy standing nearby.

“TAKE THE KEYS!” Chris chucks them at him before turning back to you.

“Chris,” you grit out, “I need a second-”

“NOPE, NO TIME, HOLD ON-”

Before you can argue, he sprints inside and grabs a wheelchair.

And when you say grabs a wheelchair, you mean full-speed, NFL linebacker, dodging obstacles, yanks one from the hallway and sprints back.

“Okay, baby, up you go- ” He lifts you carefully, places you into the chair, grabs the bag, and immediately pushes you through the sliding doors, moving like a man possessed.

“WE’RE HAVING A BABY!” he yells to the entire hospital lobby. “WHO CAN HELP DELIVER IT?”

A nurse rushes over, calm and professional. “Sir, please lower your voice-”

You groan, grabbing onto the wheelchair handles, “Shut the FUCK up, Chris!”

The nurse blinks, unimpressed. “Yeah, you heard her. Follow me.”

You’re wheeled into a triage room, and Chris hovers like a nervous wreck as the nurses work quickly around you.

“How far along are you?” a nurse asks, helping you onto the hospital bed.

“Nine months and three weeks.” Chris answers way too fast. “She’s been having contractions for…how long, baby?”

You glare at him through the pain. “CHRIS, I DON’T KNOW, I’M IN AGONY.”

“Okay, okay, right, sorry-”

A doctor comes in, pulling on gloves. “Let’s check how dailated you are.”

Chris freezes. “Wait, check what?”

The nurse gives him a look. “Sir, if you’re gonna faint, step outside.”

“I’M NOT GONNA FAINT,” Chris yells, then immediately looks pale when the doctor starts checking your cervix.

“She’s already seven centimeters,” the doctor announces.

Chris’s eyes widen. “Wait, so that’s close, right? Baby’s coming soon?!”

“Labor can still take time,” the nurse says calmly, way too used to panicked fathers. “Let’s get her into a delivery room.”

Once you’re settled into the delivery room, Chris refuses to sit down. He stands beside you, gripping your hand way too tight, bouncing on his feet like a fighter waiting to enter the ring.

“Okay, baby, just breathe. Remember the breathing exercises? In through your nose, out through your-”

“I swear to fucking GOD, Chris, if you tell me to breathe ONE MORE TIME-”

“Okay, yep, shutting up- ”

The contractions are getting worse. Chris watches helplessly, his eyes flicking between you and the monitor tracking each one.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “How are you this strong?”

“Because I have no choice,” you snap, panting through another contraction. “Because you put a baby inside me, Christopher.”

Chris gulps, squeezing your hand. “You’re doing amazing, baby. I love you so much-”

You barely register the doctor’s next words.

“You’re at nine centimeters- almost time to push.”

Chris blanches. “WHAT? ALREADY?”

“You ready to meet your baby?” the nurse asks, beaming.

Chris nods rapidly. “Oh, hell yeah, let’s go, let’s do this-”

The doctor smirks. “Dad, maybe sit down before you pass out?”

“I’M FINE!”

You glare at him. “Chris, SIT THE FUCK DOWN.”

And for once, Chris actually listens and sits down in the chair next to your bed.

And then It’s time.

Chris stands up again, gripping your hand both excited and terrified, his forehead pressed to yours as the doctor counts down.

“Push, baby, you got this- Oh my God, I can see the head- holy fuck- ”

You’re exhausted, screaming through the pain, every fiber of your being focused on getting your baby into the world.

And then-

A cry.

A loud, beautiful baby’s cry.

Chris chokes on a sob as the doctor lifts your baby up.

“Congratulations! You have a-”

But Chris isn’t even listening. He’s already crying, already pressing kisses to your damp forehead, whispering “I love you, I love you, I love you so much, baby, you did it-”

And then, they place your baby in your arms.

Tiny. Perfect. Yours.

Chris stares at them, absolutely wrecked with emotion, whispering, “Hi, baby,” his fingers brushing over their tiny hands.

“It’s a girl,” the nurse says softly. “6 pounds and 7 ounces. Perfectly healthy.”

Chris lets out a breathless laugh. “I knew it.”

Tears spill from your eyes. “Aria Lou,” you whisper, and Chris breaks, pressing his face into your shoulder.

“She’s perfect,” he chokes out. “You’re perfect.”

Chris holds out his arms the second the nurse gives the okay, gently lifting Aria from your chest. The moment she’s in his arms, his entire face crumbles. His hands tremble slightly as he cradles her tiny body against his chest, his thumb brushing over her impossibly small fingers.

A shaky breath leaves him as he leans down, pressing the softest kiss to her forehead. His voice is barely a whisper, full of so much love it physically aches.

“Hello, my baby girl. My beautiful, beautiful baby girl.”

Tears slip down his cheeks as he stares at her like she’s his whole world. Because she is.

SIX HOURS LATER

The hospital room is quiet now, the energy finally settling after a whirlwind of family visits. Both of your parents, Chris’s parents, his brothers, your brother- everyone had come rushing in, crying, hugging, taking turns holding Aria.

Mary Lou had sobbed the second she heard the name. “You named her after me? Oh, honey…” She hugged you so tightly you thought you’d burst into tears again.

But now, the room is peaceful.

Chris is sitting up in bed beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you cradle Aria against your chest. The hospital room lights are dim, and for the first time all day, it feels like time has slowed.

“She has your eyes,” you murmur, staring down at her delicate face. “Your beautiful light blue eyes.”

Chris hums, his hand trailing up and down your arm. “Yeah… but she has your lips. And your nose.” He leans down, tilting his head to study her. “And your little chin. And your cheeks.”

You laugh sleepily, pressing a kiss to Aria’s soft hair. “She’s perfect.”

Chris sighs, completely in awe. “Yeah, she really is.”

An hour later and you’ve fallen asleep, exhaustion finally pulling you under, but Chris stays awake. He sits there, just watching you breathe, his heart swelling at the sight of you curled up beside him, completely worn out from giving birth to the most precious thing in the world.

Carefully, he lifts Aria from your arms, cradling her to his chest. She’s so tiny, so fragile, her breaths warm against his skin.

Slowly, he stands, rocking her gently as he walks back and forth across the room. His fingers ghost over her little ones, his lips brushing against the top of her head.

And then, in the softest, most reverent whisper, he murmurs:

“I’m gonna love you forever now.”

And with that, his whole world is complete.

a/n: dad!chris is literally my favorite thing EVER😭😭😭

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[omega-e123]

Unwombing Day

Really self indulgent. It was my birthday back in December and I got to do none of the things I wanted to.

For the past two months, meticulous planning had been made. Ideas upon ideas on how to celebrate your birthday were scribbled in a mini notebook. Days leading up had him checking the weather incessantly. There was even a back up plan for when it rained instead of snowed. Placed he could drive you to and still stay toasty warm. Plus, Shadow knew that you didn't mind sitting in a car while it rained. Pitter patter of droplets hitting the roof had a calming effect.

Instead of it raining, clear skies, or even a mild snowfall the world had decided to shut you two in. Snow was accounted for, but not a whole blizzard. Roaring cold winds plus the quickly accumulating snowfall foiled each and every single plan to take you out on a nice birthday date.

Frustrated, Shadow apologized to you constantly, "Forgive me. I hadn't expected for this to happen. I will make it up to you." He thinks on the spot on what could be done to salvage this despite your reassurance that it's no big deal. So far the only thing he was able to cross off his list was a late breakfast in bed.

"I have an idea! How about we make something together?" You suggest, placing an arm on his shoulder.

He rsises a brow, "Make something? What do you have in mind?"

"There's this trend that has been going around where you take a few minutes to paint something and then trade the canvas. What do you say?"

"I'm not particularly artistic," Shadow replies under his breath.

"And that's perfectly fine with me!" You begin to pull away from him and make your way to where you've stored your art supplies. "It's about spending time with each other!"

"If that is what you want, I have no objections."

Art supplies are neatly arrenged atop the coffee table. For the next few hours, you two spend time chatting around and painting. Shadow was not in the slightest overexaggerating when he claimed that painting wasn't his strong suit.

Didn't matter.

It was interesting to see where his mind went. Looking up you can see him spend at least a solid minute staring at the canvas. Occasionally Shadow would narrow his brows and stare at it hard, lightly chewing on the brush end in hand. That's when you knew he was thinking of what to add. When those eyes were relaxed and a smile sneaks onto his face, it was easy to tell when Shadow was simply admiring the work already done. Those moments.. you sneakily cancel the timer and restart it. Leaves him a little more time to paint and a little more time for you to 'inconspicuously' watch him. Honestly, it gave you the idea to paint each other right after.

Not once did either of you get frustrated with the other during the activities. It's fun trying to think of how to incorporate the other person's additions to create a cohesive painting with each pass. At the end of it, you two signed the corner of the pieces and hung them up.

The sun was starting to set.

Shadow heavily insisted on making dinner by himself only to be shot down by you. “It’s my special day!”

“Exactly why I wish to spoil you.”

“I thought it was supposed to be whatever I say goes. What I want is to help you make dinner.”

No matter what he’s say, it seemed like you had a rebuttal. ‘If it makes you happy’, he supposes. Truth be told, this is the most quality time you two have spent with each other in a long while. Part of the day wasn’t going to be spent on you waiting on him to finish cooking!

A compromise was eventually reached where he did most of the work while you watched and helped on the side. More so you guided Shadow a lot.. of the way. His skills in the kitchen has improved exponentially. Before it was only soups and instant microwaved food. Now he’s able to create an edible meal so long as he has instructions.

With your help, dinner tasted great. The ambiance of decorated flowers in the middle plus a few carefully placed candles really set the mood. Why do to a busy restaurant where you can barely hear the other person and have to wait a while for over priced food? At home it’s quiet. There’s no rush to finish the plate. Plus, you get a fun little activity together.

Shadow took your empty plates and brought them over to the sink. As you were about to protest, the power went out. The only thing giving light to your surroundings were those candles. “Looks like the dishes will have to wait,” he states, washing his hands.

Dejected, you sigh, “I was going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie.. Looks like that’s out of the agenda.”

Nodding Shadow replies, “I understand. Is there anything else you would like to do?” Just as things were turning out okay, the power had to prove him wrong.

“No..“

His ears flop down, feeling sorry that the day hadn’t gone as planned.. or even unplanned. No cake. No ice cream. No hot chocolate. Not only that, opening up the fridge would make whatever is inside spoil faster if the power doesn’t come back on soon enough.

The last thing on the list he can think of is your present.

Shadow asks you to get more candles out to light up the room. At least one in each room. Meanwhile, he beelines it to the closet and searches all the way in the back behind a small dresser. It slides forward to reveal a meticulously wrapped box about half the size of a pillow. He returns to the living room to see you setting up the last candle on the coffee table.

“Oh! Shadow! What do you have there? It’s a bit hard to see even with these.”

The hedgehog takes a seat on the couch, gesturing you to join him. You comply and plop onto the soft cushions. “What’s that?” Again you ask, pointing at the box.

“This is.. your gift. I apologize for being absent so often. It must be lonely for you to wait so long for me to come home,” Shadow replies in a soft voice. The present is passed onto your lap and he gives you the ‘go ahead’ to rip into it. “Truth be told, I had help figuring out what you’d like.”

One by one the layers are torn off. “Help? Shad, you do know that whatever you get me I will cherish no matter what, right? Even if you got me nothing, your presence alone today is all I could ever ask for.”

A hearty chuckle is mildly muffled by gloved hands attempting to hide his shy smile. “I figured you would say that.”

In the box revealed a small doppleganger of your beloved partner. Tears well up from how absolutely adorable it is. It’s so soft! So squishy! The craftsmanship is amazing. This little plush is the spitting image of the ultimate life form, down to the teeny smirk on his face.

“Shadow this is..!” You pull it in for a tight hug, smooching it on top of its head before burying your face in the fluff.

Already he can feel the jealously bubbling in his chest. It should be him getting all that love! Not the little imposter.. Ah, how ridiculous— becoming envious of a stand in. “For when I’m away on long missions. He can keep you company. “

Lavender scent fills your nose. How unexpected! Lifting your head up, you beam, “Thank you so much Shadow! I love him!”

Gck…

“Of course, not as much as you,” you quickly add.

“How did..?”

“It’s written all over your face, silly.” Pulling away from the plush, you give another good look at it. “Buuuut.. I think the little guy looks much more cuter,” you add before peppering it in kisses, “and he doesn’t mind all of the rapid fire smooches.”

Shadow huffs and yoinks the doll from you. “I’m right here, you know. One thing it can’t do is kiss you back,” he claims, boldly kissing your cheek. “That and kiss you like this.” With a finger and thumb, Shadow tilts your head and envelops your lips with his own.

“Shadow, my heart.. I might have to pay more attention to your clone if it gets you to act like this,” you whisper, slowly leaning towards him to take back your gift.

“Hmph.”

[miley1442111]

i was thinking about a rafe x fem thornton !reader where Rafe is Toppers bsf and can’t help saying things about reader who’s toppers sister. topper gets like ‘ew bro wtf she’s my sister’

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name of the game?- r.cameron

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a/n: Hello! thank you so much for requesting and sorry it took so long!

pairing: rafe cameron x fem! thornton! reader

summary: i suggest you look at the request

warnings: suggestive mentions, kissing, rafe and topper getting angry, reader gets fed up

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You felt Rafe’s hands on your ass before you knew what was happening. “Fuck off!” you squealed as you jumped from the boat and into the crystal water. You heard Rafe’s hearty laugh as you resurfaced. 

“I’m sorry baby,” he smiled. “Too pretty.”

“Dude! That’s my fuckin’ sister!” Topper complained as Kelce dragged him inside. Rafe responded with his middle finger. 

You rolled your eyes at him, and swam about for a while. When you came back, Rafe was standing by the ladder with a smile. “Hey baby.”

“Hi,” you pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder (the nearest place to his head that you could reach with your lips easily), and moved past him, into the boat with a towel wrapped around you. Topper and Kelce were inside with their girlfriends, all either napping or chatting. 

You lay on one of the couches, taking out your phone as you scrolled mindlessly through social media. You loved days like these, hot, summer days where you could just take out the Cameron yacht and swim, lounge, and be with Rafe as much as you liked. Rafe sat beside you, pulling your head into his lap and playing with your hair as you chuckled at your phone. 

Rafe adored you, it was clear to anyone who looked at you two. You were Topper’s twin, and at the start, he hated the idea. He knew what Rafe was, how Rafe treated girls, but he somehow warmed up to the idea, though he didn’t like seeing you two being affectionate when he was there. Which was fine, usually. But today? Rafe was being extra affectionate, you assumed it had something to do with the fight the two boys had earlier in the week, a fight which was stupid and insignificant, but both sides had been talking your ear off about it all week. You were at wits end, and if they dragged it out any longer, you’d probably block the both of them and just stay at friends house until they worked it out. 

“Dude,” Topper scoffed. “Seriously?”

Rafe shrugged, feigning innocence as a hand travelled from your hair to your chest. You swatted his hand away and sighed. 

“Behave,” you warned and Rafe just smirked. 

“You should listen to your girlfriend,” Topper said, annoyance dripping from his voice. “That’s fucking gross.”

“Topper, behave,” you warned, noticing how the skin on Rafe’s neck started going red, and how his temper was rising. “I’m going out to tan,” you announced, getting up and pulling Rafe with you, hoping they’d just squash this dumb drama they’d created. 

You lay out on the sunchair as Rafe sat on the one beside you, holding your hand. “He’s such a dick,” his leg was bouncing, he had that far-off look in his eye, and his hand was squeezing yours quite tight. 

You took a deep breath and squeezed his hand. “Ignore him.”

Rafe’s head snapped up. “How the fuck can I ignore him when he’s shouting at me for loving my fucking girlfriend? What is his fucking problem?!” 

You rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses and sighed. “Then keep being annoyed at him! I don’t give a fuck Rafe, just stop making today all about your fucking fight.”

He was silent for a few moments, a rare scene. Rafe was ridiculously talkative with you, it made you confused because people always used to tell you that he was rather reserved and introverted. 

“Baby?” he sputtered out. 

“Yeah?”

“Have I ever told you how hot you are?” he pressed kisses up your hand and arm, eventually ending up on his knees beside you. You chuckled as he started kissing your neck, and moving you over to have you lie on top of him. He got you to straddle him as he pulled you in for one intoxicating kiss after the other and you found yourself getting as hot as he was. Maybe it was the tan he had, or his freshly shaven head, or maybe it was just Rafe, but he looked good. 

“Love you so much,” he whispered. 

“Love you too,” you replied, letting your hands explore. 

“So pretty baby. So pretty for me,” he smiled as he pulled back to kiss your neck. As his hands went further down, your awareness of the world around you plummeted, and you sadly did not notice your older brother coming out for a swim. 

“EW!” he screamed as you and Rafe jumped apart. “Fuck’s sake man! I need to go bleach my fucking eyes after that!”

Rafe rolled his eyes and tried to pull you back on his lap, but you resisted. “Go bleach your fucking eyes then bitch.”

“Rafe!” you scolded. “Sorry Top, we thought you were staying inside.”

Topper just shook his head and walked back inside, obviously to go complain some more. 

“This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Rafe cursed, lying back. “I can’t even kiss my own girlfriend on my fucking boat.”

“Yeah, you fucking can’t,” you scoffed, walking off. Did he really have to piss Topper off? You’d never hear the end of it. It was infuriating having those two hold each other over your head, always fighting about you. It drove you insane. 

“Baby come on,” Rafe sighed, trying to grab your hand. “I’m sorry baby-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you interrupted. “Just let me enjoy the rest of my day on my own, please Rafe. You two are driving me insane.” 

He nodded, despite how badly he wanted to be around you, and set off inside to make up with Topper, determined to make this work. He was his best friend, what’s the worst that could happen?

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“I’m sorry I’m dating your sister,” Rafe blurted out. Both Topper and Kelce turned to look at him, as their girlfriends just absented themselves from the conversation to speak to you. “But we can’t keep doing this bullshit. I love her-”

“Bullshit,” Topper swore. “You wouldn’t know love if it hit you in the fucking face.”

Rafe took a deep breath. “I love her. Genuinely, I do. And us fighting drives her crazy, because she loves you, and she loves me-”

“Has she said that?” Topper questioned, sounding much too condescending for Rafe’s liking. 

“Yes,” he gritted out. 

Topper nodded. “But you know why I’m mad, right?”

Rafe nodded reluctantly. “PDA,” he mumbled. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you?” Topper mocked.

“PDA,” Rafe said more clearly. “I’ll tone it down.”

“You will. Because that’s my little sister,” he scoffed.

“But can’t you get why I’m annoyed?” 

“What the fuck do you have to be annoyed about?” 

“She’s my girlfriend! I should be allowed to kiss my girlfriend on my fucking boat!” He whined. 

Top rolled his eyes, sarcastically answering. “Sure, just keep it away from me, don’t invite me on the next one, how about that?”

“Top, you two need to fix this,” Kelce added. “Y/n’s going crazy.”

Both the boys sighed. 

“Truce?” Top offered, holding out his hand.

“Truce,” Rafe nodded, taking his hand. Top pulled Rafe down to whisper in his ear. 

“If you fucking hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

Rafe just chuckled, knowing he could probably punch him once and he’d be out cold. “Sure, buddy.”

Topper rolled his eyes as Rafe walked off with a satisfied smirk, always getting what he wanted with minimal effort. It was almost impressive how easy things came to him.

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obx masterlist :)

navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games, challengers :)

[renzurrs]

Merry (fucking) Christmas

Sub!Jisung x Fem!Reader

Description: A wholesome moment while opening stockings on christmas eve was quickly interrupted when Jisung got a vibrator in his… and you somehow got fuzzy hand cuffs..? What could go wrong when you mix the two together?

Warnings: cursing, NSFW material, P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please), crying during sex (Jisung), bondage, orgasm play, I think thats all chat?

Word count: 3,364!

Christmas. The one time a year where you can sit around, drink hot chocolate and watch movies without being distracted with work or other life responsibilities. The one time a year that your boyfriend, Jisung, was off and could enjoy your presence.

Christmas is your favorite, it always has been, and Jisung knows that. This is your guys third christmas being together, and you were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You both had agreed on filling each other’s stockings with smaller items you couldn’t wrap and put under the tree, stuff that was memorable, cute and things you wouldn’t normally buy each other.

It was finally christmas eve, the clock on your phone read 9:30 pm when you looked down at it to check the time. Ji had just came back with the hot chocolate he made, telling you to be careful with it since it was hot. After settling down on the couch, Jisung got up to grab your stockings for both of you to open them, a small tradition you both had since your guys first christmas together.

Jisung grabbed yours, handing it to you with a small smile and sitting down next to you on the couch. The electric fireplace in front of you both letting off a small amount of heat, enough to leave the room nice and warm.

You and jisung started to undo the small amount of stuff in your stockings, the small candies and jewelry Jisung shoved into yours making you smile.

you continued to converse with Jisung about the small things you bought him. A guitar pic that was customized with his name engraved in it, a small amount of his favorite candy, and so many little rings and other things that he loved. His smile was bright as he placed the stuff next to his side, looking like a child opening up his presents on christmas morning.

The room was set under an orange glow from the fireplace, the tv set to soft christmas music that played in the background as you both took stuff out of your stockings with smiles plastered on your faces. The christmas tree lit in the corner of the living room, glimmering with red and white decorations that were so graciously placed on there by you and Jisung one random saturday afternoon in december. Gifts lined the bottom of it, bigger boxes from Jisung since he just LOVED to spoil you with anything you loved. The moment was wholesome…

“Jisung!” You said excitedly, opening up the small black box that showed off the amethyst stone on a necklace chain. The necklace was gorgeous and definitely expensive, but Jisung would spend anything to see you happy. He smiled softly at you, letting you examine the small rock on the necklace. He grabbed it softly from your grasp, unclipping the back of it and wrapping it gently around your neck, clasping it back together and fixing your hair around it. You looked down at it, holding the amethyst stone in your hand as you gave Jisung the sweetest smile ever.

“Thank you, JiJi” You said lovingly, leaning forward and stealing a soft kiss from him, which he generously recuperated. The moment was so soft, the air thick with love. You both leaned against each other again, going back to getting the stuff out of your stockings.

It eventually got to the bottoms of the stockings, the floor covered in wrapping paper and wrappings from certain items you both took out of the package. The cups of hot chocolate being half empty by now and long forgotten on the table in front of you both. You couldn’t help but blush slightly, feeling your heart start to race as you realized how soon he would see what you got him, wondering how he would react…

He pulled the small box from out of the stocking bottom, tilting his head and looking at the shape, seemingly trying to decipher what it could be. You also grabbed the last thing from your stocking, the wrapping paper crinkling under your fingers as you looked over at Jisung, who gave you a small smile. He started to unwrap the paper around the box as you started to unwrap yours, the ripping of the wrapping paper filling the silence. It was a couple seconds later when you looked over at Jisung who was a blushing mess, no fucking wonder.

You lifted up your hand, the fluffy material tickling your skin. Fuzzy fucking handcuffs dangled from your index finger, swinging slightly as you looked at them. You looked over at Jisung, catching eye contact with him, a small smirk playing on your face.

“Whats this, Ji?” You hummed lightly, cocking your head at him. He looked down at his lap then back at you, holding up the box. The box displayed a vibrator on the front, one that was phone operated and sat on the tip of the dick.

“Whats THIS?” He retorted back in a bratty tone, still a bit shy as his cheeks grew red.

You couldn’t help the small smile that quirked at the edges of your lips, keeping your head cocked at him and letting your soft and gentle tone seduce him further.

“Haven’t you been wanting a little stress relief, ji?”

Jisung melted at your words, his self control slipping away slowly but surely. He gulped back the saliva that pooled in his mouth, his thighs clenching together. The tent in his pajama pants prominent and warm from his flustered state.

He suddenly felt how close you were, how much heat was radiating from your body, how pretty your hands were holding those fuzzy handcuffs… he couldn’t stop thinking, his thoughts coming in horny waves.

Your body felt like it was on fire, your stomach fluttering and between your thighs aching from the way Jisung looked at you. So needy, so fucking hot.

A JIsung was distracted by starring at your lips, you unlatched the handcuffs, quickly putting one part around his wrist. His cheeks flushed a deep red color at the sensation, his senses heightened from the moment.

You leaned forward, just enough to sit close enough to his lips where he could feel your breath with his.

“Do you want to have a little fun, baby?” You whispered, your voice was soft and subtly sweet as you waited for his reply.

He nodded eagerly, not even waiting a second later before connecting his lips to yours, a soft moan escaping him at the taste of your lips. He tried to move his hand to hold the back of your neck, but was quickly pulled back down by the part of the handcuff you held onto. A soft whine came from his parted lips against yours, lifting his other hand and trying to grab onto you with any type of grip he could, but before he could, you gripped onto his free wrist, swinging it behind his back with no problem.

The handcuff clicked shut, both of his hands stuck behind his back as you moved your lips against his. Your soft lips against his made another moan come from him, a smirk being planted onto your lips when you pulled away.

His big eyes looked up at you, his lips swollen and slicked with saliva. He looked so innocent yet… so dirty. You grabbed onto his chin, running your thumb along his bottom lip before shoving it past his lips, pressing against his tongue. He whimpered against your thumb.

“Is my JiJi baby all worked up?” You cooed, popping your thumb from his mouth and rubbing his spit all over his lips.

“D..Dont tease me…” Jisung whined, going to move his hand but quickly being held back by the handcuffs. You chuckled at his failed attempt, pulling away from him and grabbing the box from next to him. The small box containing the vibrator she bought for him, her hands working to open it and toss the box to the side.

“How the hell does that even work…?” Jisung furrowed his brows, looking back at you before his eyes landed on the object in your hand.

“Shhh… you’ll find out” You said ever so softly, your free hand coming down to his pants, running along his length under his clothes. He groaned, his hips bucking up into your hand with a small whine of approval from him. You chuckled, undoing the strings on his pajama pants as his hips lifted to help you pull them down with his boxers.

His hard cock hit his lower abdomen, his cheeks running a dark red color from how flustered he’s gotten. You gently used your free hand to rub at his tip, spreading his precum over his dick. He let out a small moan, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. He was so sensitive that any touch was making him whimper.

You swung your leg over his thighs, straddling them down so he couldn’t move. You looked at him again, his lustful gaze meeting yours with need and desire behind it.

Your eyes stayed on his as you adjusted the toy to sit on the tip of his dick, the vibrator snug against it. He whined softly at the friction, trying to stay as still as possible under you.

“Stay.” You murmured, getting off of his lap and finding your phone on the coffee table in front of the couch. He nodded at you, he was always good for you, listening to everything you told him to do…

You slid yourself back onto his thighs, pinning him down again and opening the app on your phone. Jisung shakily let out a breath, his composure slowly slipping as he felt you click the vibrator on, though the vibrations hadn’t started.

“Why didnt it-“ He was cut off by you turning it on a low setting on your phone, his words cutting off into a high pitched moan. His hips lifted up off the couch as he tried to get closer to any friction at all against his dick.

You chuckled softly at the need in his movements, he kept trying to move to make it hit other places, but it kept vibrating against the same area.

“Are you ready for me to turn it up?” You teasingly asked, watching his reaction to your words was enough to make your thighs rub together and heat pool between your legs. His head nodded, his eyes full of need and desire. he pulled against the restraints on his wrists with a whine.

“P..Please..?” He whimpered, giving you the softest eyes with his pleading sentence… you couldnt very well say no to the poor baby. You looked down at your phone, scrolling through the settings as the silence was filled with the sound of the toy vibrating against Jisung and his small moans.

You eventually fucked with the controls, going to a bar that messed with the level of it. You cranked it up a couple notches and watched him completely fall apart. His eyes rolled back into the back of his head, his head hitting the back of the couch, and his thighs tensing underneath you. You almost moaned at the way he looked, but he did that for you with the amount of moaning he was doing. He was always quite vocal, but you had never heard him THIS vocal.

Jisung whimpered, babbling about heightening the speed and that he was close already. You gently listened to his words, keeping straight eye contact with his dilated pupils as you maxed out the vibrator. His hips shuttered, his moans turning into almost screams while he just got higher in pitch.

It was fun fucking around with orgasm play, why not do it now…?

He was so close, so very close, and he could only whine out a small reply about being on the edge and how he was about to cum. This made you snicker, your finger tapping your screen and turning off the vibrations. His eyes widened, meeting yours as he tried to catch his breath. He furrowed his brows, looking like he was about to cry.

“Baby I..I was so close… give it back, please… fuckkk…” He said, drawling out his words at the end in a groan. He moved against his wrist restraints, squirming under you with the softest eyes.

“I..I’ll be a good boy for you…” He pleaded with you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of weakness. He found it, hiding back a small grin at the way your eyes softened at his pleading. He mentally prepared himself for the pleasure he was gonna endure, not knowing how high you would put the vibrator up to…

To his surprise you started low, eliciting small and deep groans from him. You waited a little to turn it up a notch, changing the vibrations to a setting that vibrated in pulses, his hips lifting off the couch and his breathing coming out in small huffs.

His orgasm was building up again, this time he gave no warnings about how close he was, not wanting you to stop. You knew, it was obvious by his body language. His hips grinding up into the air, his hands pushing against the handcuffs that were locked behind his back, its was so obvious. You didnt stop the vibrator, watching his face contort in pleasure was turning you on…

Your clothed clit rubbed against his thigh as you readjusted yourself on him, trying to help the aching between your legs. You bit back a whimper, watching Jisung again as you tried to ignore the feeling of his thighs flexing against your clothed heat. It would only take a bit longer before he came, only a little bit longer until you could use him until hes a whining mess under you.

He started to shudder, trembling underneath you and pleading with you to let him cum. The noises he was making were almost pornographic, high pitched whimpers and his moans coming from the bottom of his throat, going from deep to whiny.

“I..Im gonna cum…” He mumbled aloud, throwing his head back onto the couch. And with your permission he came, hard and long. His stomach muscles tightening and his hands clenching into fists behind him from the pure pleasure he was feeling, he was almost screaming.

The long orgasm finally subsided, making him pant and look up at you. His cum dripped all onto your pants and his thighs, the toy drenched with the milky white substance. It didn’t take you long to turn the vibrations off and pull the toy off of his cock, he wouldn’t need it anyway right now.

He looked at you with a confused look when you got off of his lap, his eyes widening as he saw what you were doing. Your pajama pants hit the floor in a plaid pool of clothing, leaving behind your silk red underwear. The sides were lined with a lace material, along with the waistband of them. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were so beautiful just standing in front of him, stuck between the coffee table and the couch.

“Do you like what you see, baby?” You cooed at him in a teasing tone, smirking and chuckling at the fast nod he did. You wrapped your hands around the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and revealing a matching bra to your underwear. You purposely bought it to get him all wound up, and it was working as his cock twitched at the look of your tits spilling out of the silk material. He gulped again, this time letting his eyes wonder over your body. His gaze was hot and heavy, watching as you made your way back onto his lap.

In a seductive way, you pushed his shirt up a bit. You gently ran your fingers over his chest, down his abs, and stopping at his dick. You looked up at him, keeping eye contact and rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock, his eyes rolling back and a whine coming from him. She realized he was super sensitive, this made more heat pool between her legs.

Your panties were practically dripping, you readjusted yourself to sit against him more, his dick rubbing against your clothed cunt. You let out a heavy and shaky breath, rubbing yourself against him again and letting out a gentle moan. Jisung was watching you, his eyes never leaving you and his lips parted to let out small noises from the way you felt against him.

“Y..You feel, Ji? Im wet for you baby” You said, rubbing your hips against him and looking up at him.

“F..For me.. yeah… only for me…” He said in a breathy tone, his voice cracking in between with small moans. His poor body so overstimulated with the feeling of your body against his, a whine could be heard from him.

You stopped rubbing against him, pulling your panties to the side. With your free hand you held his shoulder, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. It was a messy kiss, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, but it was quickly interrupted when you sank onto him, your pussy clenching around him. He let out a high pitched moan, your own small moans mixing with his.

“Y..You’re so warm baby…” He murmured, his breath hitching. You grinned, starting to lift up your hips and sinking them back down onto him. His eyes fluttered shut from the pure pleasure, his jaw dropping and he moaned loudly.

You ground your hips against him, his dick hitting deep into your cervix. He couldn’t speak, only letting out noises of pleasure. You couldn’t help but speed up your movements, your eyes watching his face contort in pure bliss at the feeling of your pussy.

It was only a matter of time before he was babbling about how close he was again, your panties rubbing against his cock every time you bounced on him gave him so much extra stimulation he was almost crying. He pushed against the restraints that were still on his wrists, wanting to grab your waist and fuck into you so hard…

He started to buck his hips against yours, his breaths coming out in faint whines and tears started to brim his eyes from the intense feeling he had.

“Oh don’t cry baby…” You said softly, wiping the tears that hadn’t fallen yet.

“Fuck- feels so good…” He whimpered, looking up at you with glassy eyes and an eager look. You nodded softly, softly moaning and pressing a kiss to his lips. He looked up at you, eyes rolling back and a pornographic moan slipping from his lips, his cum spilling into you.

You let out a harsh moan, your walls convulsing around him and leaking cum down your thigh. You rode out your high on him, his soft whimpers and moans quieting down as you slowed. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, looking down at him. He opened his eyes, gazing up at you with a lustful expression in his eyes.

“Babe… my wrists…” He whined, making you giggle. You got off of him with a small huff, grabbing the keys off of the table, they had been thrown there in the midst of the activities. You pushed your hand behind his back, unlocking the cuffs and taking them into your hands. You took them away, putting them on the table.

You sat down next to him, cuddling into his side. He wrapped an arm around you with a small sigh, pressing a kiss to your forehead and smoothing down your hair. The small and wholesome moment melting your heart.

“Let me clean you up… we can watch a christmas movie after…” He murmured against your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

He did that exactly, cleaning you up and putting you in clean pajamas. He settled you on the couch, cleaning up all the small gifts that scattered onto the floor before sitting down next to you, pulling you into his side as “Rudolph” played on the tv.

A/N: HI GUYS!! This is a bit late i wont lie, i got so distracted at family gatherings that the end is a bit short. I hope you enjoy it anyways🫶 have a great christmas if you celebrate, happy holidays!

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[pretentious-blonde]

sprain

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: remus plays doctor when his girl gets hurt on a hike

warnings: none, fluff, soft remus

a/n: i love love clumsy reader x remus

The sun was peaking through the canopy of the trees above, casting patches of golden light on the forest floor as you and Remus made your way along the trail. The chirping of birds surrounded you, their songs rang through the crisp air, the smell of pine filling your nose. 

You were both itching to get out into the countryside, with Remus suggesting taking a drive to one of the famous hiking trails, apparently, the view from the top was worth all the walking. It was supposed to be leisurely, peacefully meandering through the woods, but your mind was, as usual, everywhere else except the path in front of you 

“Rem, Look!” You exclaimed, finger pointing at something to the left. “A squirrel!”

You were transfixed with the small animal as it darted up one of the trees nearby, eyes wide with fascination at the creature. 

“Yes, dove,” Remus let out a soft sigh from behind you, though a smile tugged at his lips at your statement. “That is a squirrel. I think we have seen fifteen of them so far.”

“Yeah,” you say letting out a huff, giving him a quick glance before rediverting your attention once more. “But this one is eating an acorn.”

Your expression was practically glowing with child-like fascination, he shook his head softly, eyes crinkling with amusement. 

“Sweetheart,” he began with a tender tone. “Please look where you’re going. The trail is uneven here, and I’d rather not have to carry you back to the car.”

You stick your tongue out at him playfully, turning your attention back to the cragged track. “I am looking where I’m going,” you protested, even if your gaze did wander over to a cluster of butterflies, flitting around a patch of wildflowers. “See? Paying attention.”

“Of course you are, darling,” he chuckled under his breath as he shoved his hands deeper in his pockets. His steps quickened as he followed you closely, a bemused smile growing. “It’s not like you’ve nearly tripped over three roots and a rock in the past five minutes.”

You roll your eyes at him over your shoulder, feigning annoyance at his constant worrying. Remus was well aware of how distracted you could get, especially when there was so much going on around you. He had no problem bringing you gently back down to earth when needed, but he couldn’t deny how contagious your wonder was to him. 

“You worry too much,” you tell him with a soft giggle. “I’ve got this.”

“Famous last words,” he sighed out, the sound laced with gentle affection. 

Your steps were light as they continued on the path ahead, making the conscious effort to keep aware of your surroundings whilst chatting. The conversation was easy, much like it always was with him. He was always content to just be rambled at, offering his input here and there when you asked him a question. He didn’t mind at all, just happy to be spending time with you. 

You spoke about everything and nothing, what books you both were reading, gossip from James and Sirius, eventually falling on what you might both have for dinner that evening, after you finished your hike. 

“Maybe, pasta?” You offered. “With that garlic bread you like.”

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed with you, his voice warm. His hand was steady as it found its place on the small of your back. 

You were in the process of describing a new recipe you read in a magazine somewhere when something caught your eye. 

“Is that a bunny?” You pointed excitedly, your gaze scanning the underbrush. 

“Darling, please—“ He started, but unfortunately, it was too late. 

Your foot managed to wedge itself into a protruding tree root. You yelped in surprise, arms raising to try and catch yourself before you slammed into the dirt. You felt yourself falling, a startled gasp escaping you as your ankle rolled in the opposite direction it was supposed to, pain shooting up your leg. 

Before you collided with the ground, strong arms grabbed your waist, steadying you with a firm grip. 

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, voice soothing as he pulled you closer to him. “Easy, dove. I’ve got you.”

You winced as you placed your weight on your harmed foot, leaning further into his embrace, trying to avoid the sharp pain now shooting through your ankle. “Ow,” you whimpered sheepishly, biting down on your lip as you clung tighter to his arm. 

Remus’s expression softened, eyes furrowing with concern, your pain hurting him equally. He helped you settle down on a nearby log, easing you down with the utmost care, careful not to jostle you too much. 

“Let me take a look,” he said once you were sat, crouching in front of you. “Dr. Lupin, at your service.”

“It hurts,” you say, his heart clenched at your small voice, your eyes watering from the ache. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he tells you, his hands gentle as they unlace your shoe. “I’ll take care of it. Just hold still.”

You nodded and watched as he slipped your boot off, eyes glancing back up at you to make sure the discomfort was minimal. His touch was light and careful as he began to press around your ankle, his probing gentle. You hissed at the pressure, your hand shooting out to grab his shoulder to let him know that was where it hurt the most. 

“Hmm,” he mused, his eyes now twinkling up at you mischievously. “Yep, definitely a sprain. I’m afraid there’s only one solution.”

“What?” You asked as you blinked down at him, a look of confusion on your face. 

“Amputation, I’m afraid,” he said solemnly, sighing in mock disappointment. “I’ll have to cut it off. Shame, really. You’ve got such lovely ankles.”

You gawked at him, mouth opening in shock. 

He burst out laughing, a boyish sound filling the forest, eyes crinkling with delight as he took in your horrified expression. “I’m joking, darling,” he said, feeling slightly bad as he brushed a strand of hair from your grumpy face. “It’s just a sprain. Nothing too serious.”

“You prick,” you grumble, swatting his shoulder half-heartedly, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, eyes warm and teasing as he reached for your hand, pressing his lips against your knuckles. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

You roll your eyes and snatch your hand back, narrowing your eyes at him playfully. “You’re impossible.”

“Only for you, dove,” he said as he stood up, arms already held out as he prepared to help you stand. 

You take them, letting him pull you upright, only to stumble as the pain seared through your ankle once again. He was already there before you could protest, spinning around and scooping you up onto his back, his arms secure as you settled. 

“What are you doing?” You asked as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping your balance as he began to walk back down the way you came. 

“Piggyback ride,” he said like it was obvious, his hands hooking under your thighs to hold you up. “It’s the only way to get you home without another casualty.”

You huff as you relax against him, tucking your chin over his shoulder. “You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do,” he tells you, voice firm and matter-of-fact. “Because knowing you, you’d try to hobble all the way back and end up with a broken leg. And I’m not spending our evening in St. Mungo’s, thank you very much.”

You giggle as you nudge his head with your own, heart swelling at his words. “My hero.”

“I know,” he chuckles, his voice light and cheerful, squeezing your leg teasingly. “Now hold on tight. We’ve got a long way to go.”

[mozzeralla-stix]

Thankful

Carl Grimes x F! Reader.

Both are 18+ in this scenario!!

Warnings: pregnancy, implied smut

Nobody asked for this but ur getting it anyways. Just a cute little drabble that popped into my head. Don’t worry, it’s not teen pregnancy!!

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A classical music record spinning, people chatting and laughing loudly, the aroma of homemade pies and casseroles; it was evident that Thanksgiving was at an all time high in Alexandria. You carefully place the steaming apple pie onto the counter, officially finishing the last dish that needed to be cooked for the evening. Carl sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, eventually landing on your stomach and softly placing his head in the crook of your neck. He places gentle kissing before he begins to mumble, “Are you ready to tell them?”

You let out a shaky breath and nod, mentally preparing yourself for the evening moving forward. Carol announces that it’s time to eat, and everyone takes their seats around the large dining table. You look around you and see an amazing community full of family and friends, people who have stuck by your side for years now. People who have kept you safe. You turn to Carl and give him a soft smile, gently placing your hand over his in adoration. With the force of your feet, you push your chair back and stand up, tapping your glass with a fork to get everyone’s attention. Suddenly, all eyes are on you.

“Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I am so happy to be here with you all. I know I’m not one to usually speak up so much, so I’m sure you can all guess there’s something important to say..”

I glance down at Carl and meet his pretty blue eyes, his lips turned up in a soft smile.

“Carl and I have an announcement to make. After being together for several years, and feeling so safe surrounded by everyone at this dinner tonight; we are proud to say that we are welcoming a new member of the family soon.. I’m pregnant!” Everyone looks at you with a shocked expression, before Rick and Michone look at each other with joy. Once again, the chatter starts to come back and ‘congratulations’ are being thrown towards you and Carl. You sit down and hug him tightly, before giving him a small kiss on the cheek. Suddenly, you realize how much the future truly holds.

\\\\\\ 3 Weeks Ago //////

Carl gives you one last warm and tender kiss before reaching inside your shared bedside drawer, hastily pulling out a condom from your stash. You can’t help but giggle in excitement, despite the fact that you two have done this a million time. You notice the strange look on Carl’s face, and ask him what’s wrong.

“Well… it says it’s expired. But it’s probably still fine, right?” He says, unsure of himself. You nod and reply back. “Yeah, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about….”

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[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

"Slow nights and weird phone calls (pt.8)"

Or "Something made a hole in my backyard pt.8"

Shadow The Hedgehog x reader (platonic)

Notes: I know I said I would post this last week, but life's been a mess lately. Anyway, leave a comment if you like this part and let me know if you want to be tagged! Enjoy!

Part 7 Part 9

You had spent the last day and a half on the rented house spending time with Shadow. Your aunt and uncle had tried to reach out to you a few times, but since your mood had been kind of numb you hadn't really wanted to interact with them.

A man had came earlier that day to fix the broken lock on the front door, which you had pretty much figured out your aunt Maddie had broken when she went looking for you and Shadow all those days ago. And so in the safety of your temporarily home you found yourself chatting with the alien hedgehog.

"Wait, then, you're like..." , you said to Shads as you laid down on the couch with him sitting on a cushion on the floor "...How many years old?"

"It depends whether you mean mentally, physically or emotionally" he responded while still looking at the tv which was playing a Mexican telenovela.

"Just like, in general? I guess"

"Fifty"

"But you don't act fifty"

"That's 'cause I'm not"

"Yeah, seems legit" you agreed as you stood up and went to leave your plate on the sink.

You started washing the dishes when you heard a swish noise behind you, you didn't even had to turn around to know that Shadow was sat at the stool that you had placed in the kitchen for him.

You had first thought of the stool when you noticed how the hedgehog would linger on the kitchen as you washed the dishes, as you were doing in that moment, and eventually he was using it for pretty much everything. If you were having breakfast on the kitchen he would sit on his stool and munch on his coffee beans, and if you were cooking he would just be there keeping you company and offering short replies to your questions and your chatting.

To tell the truth sometimes it felt as though Shadow would keep you company more for his own sake than yours, as if he didn't wanted to be alone. And you got it, it wasn't as if you were unfamiliar with the feeling of loneliness. But at least you then had each other, no more being alone, or scared, or traped on cryo tubes (he had told you a thing or two from his past along the days you had spent together)

Once you were done with the dishes you dried your hand and turned around, patting Shadow's head when walking by him. That was another habit you had developed on the last few days, something about the hedgehog's soft fur feeling warm and cozy.

Instead of teleporting again Shadow decided to walk by your side and just stand on the living room watching you as you prepared the couch for him to sleep in. He didn't actually mind sleeping on the couch, and, even though he wouldn't say so, it largely had to do with the fact that you would alway give him the fluffiest pillow and the softer blanket .

Once you were done making the bed for him Shadow got in and turned so that he would be facing the tv. As for you, after setting a timer for how long the electronic would stay on you were ready to head to bed yourself.

But instead of leaving instantly you turned to the alien and gave him a little kiss on the forehead. Shadow's expression was as hilarious as it was instant, a confused frown you way. But you just smiled warmly, brushed back his quills with your hand and then left.

Your bedroom was quiet, everything was quiet actually, except for the light buzz from the tv, perks of living in a small town you guessed. You changed into your sleeping clothes and were ready to fall asleep when your phone started to ring.

The lock screen read 'Tom Wachowski ' along with a silly photo of your uncle you had taken years ago. After some debating with yourself you decided to answer even with the sinking feeling on your stomach.

"Hello" was all you said into the speaker.

"HELLO COUSIN! THis is Sonic I don't know if you remember me, your super awesome cousin who is blue and a hedgehog and pretty damn fast, don't tell dad i said damn, I was just checking in and...."

Somehow the hedgehog you had barely met a few days ago had managed to spit all of that in one breath and keep talking.

"Woah, hey, calm down" you cut him halfway through his monologue.

"What is going on?, why do you have my uncle's phone? And why are you calling me?" You questioned the creature on the other side of the line.

The line went quiet for a few seconds and you were about to hang up when the voice came through again.

"Look I'm not sure what happened the other day, I don't understand what mum was talking about, but I do know that these people care a lot about you", that actually managed to make your throat feel tight.

"So Maddie did something and you are angry at her, I get it, but the very least you could do is answer when they call you" to your surprise the blue hedgehog actually sounded like a sad kid, which, curse you, had you feeling a little bad.

"Look kid, I get that you feel that you have to do something to make Tom and Maddie feel better, but this issue is not something you have to get your self into, neither is it something you can reprimand me for, so please just give Tom his phone back and go to sleep"

"Oh I don't have Tom's phone"

"What?"

"Yeah, no, my bro Tails hacked it so that I could call you before we all go camping" you heard a little voice on the background say hi, probably from the so-called Tails.

"Go to sleep" You answered, and as soon as you did you cut the call and put your phone in silence so that your night wouldn't be disturbed any more.

And with no more trouble you went to sleep.

Maybe if you had left your phone on volume the next call would have woken you up, it would have saved you.

Decisions, decisions.

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[chuusheartattck]

THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO (TTME)

Chapter 13- Ik the law baby ☕️

(Warning: This chapter includes details of bullying. No violence but mentions of harassment)

Dread.

Dread was all you could feel at this very moment. You have met up with Yanfei and Heizou to film the video explaining your side. It was your story to be told so why were you so nervous?

You felt a warm hand touch your shoulder.

It was Yanfei.

“Don’t be so nervous Y/n. We’ll be here throughout everything.” She reassured you.

The three of you sat down at a table. You in the middle, Yanfei to your right, and Heizou to your left. All three of you discussed what to say and when. As you go on with your story, they will present the printed evidence to the camera.

The cameraman begins rolling.

You clear your throat and begin to talk, “Hello everyone. I’m Y/n L/n and I’ve been recently tangled up in some controversy regarding my days in school. I would like to make this video addressing all the allegations and clearing my name. I hope this video also sheds light on bullying in schools and helps someone know they’re not alone.”

Yanfei and Heizou flip through their papers for the first topic.

You talk again, “During my junior year I rejected someone named Dottore. I simply didn’t have time to date and because of it, he got upset. I have screenshots of when it first happened and how his friendgroup would begin to attack me online. This is all the evidence I have compiled throughout.”

Heizou held up DM’s from various people calling you fake and a liar.

“I was so confused on why his group would attack me like this as I never had an encounter with them in the first place. I only talked to Dottore on a few occasions. His friend group liked to call themselves The Fatui and the grade would eventually call them that too. I have no idea where the name originated from but they were extremely popular and basically were friends with everyone.” You add.

You pause for a moment as the memories of the torment they caused you start pouring in.

This didn’t stop you and you speak once again, “The harassment didn’t stop online. It continued during school. I have videos and audio recordings of them making gestures to me and yelling out profanities. They said they were trolling me, but is it really trolling if it goes on till we graduated?”

Yanfei begins to play an audio recording of voices from various people. Both the men and the women of the group making noises at you and yelling threats at you.

The audio recording stops.

“Anyways, that’s what I had to deal with my entire junior year. Now you may be asking, why didn’t nobody stop them? That’s the same question I asked myself the entire time. The group spread false rumors against me saying I slept with many people and how easy I am. I never had a boyfriend nor engaged in any sexual activity with anyone. However, everyone believed them and half the grade was against me. I had my friend’s support but everyone clowned anyone who was associated with me. It really felt like I had nobody.”

Heizou then holds up a series screenshots of a group chat that you were added to.

“Let’s move onto this group chat that I was added to by them. They used this group chat to tease and curse at me. If I were to leave or ignore them, they would add me back and harass me even more. One of the girls in the group, Columbina, would be the one to harass me in the group chat the most. Probably wanted to look good in front of the guys I don’t know.”

Yanfei then holds up papers of [redacted] individuals pleading with you to go tell the school.

“These are my friends who wanted to report the group to the school. Their names are redacted since I don’t want their information getting leaked. The reason why I didn’t report the group is because it would get much worse. Think about it, they would get suspended sure but what happens when they get out of suspension? They’re going to continue and possibly do worse things. If some of you are wondering if I ever stood up for myself. I did. I’m not going to let people walk all over me. However, just because I stand up for myself, doesn’t mean they’re going to stop. They would still continue.”

You take a sip of water before carrying on. You’ve been talking for so long you didn’t realize how dry your throat had became.

“The summer came around and I didn’t have to see them nor hear from them. However, they made sure that I knew they weren’t done with me. If I were to get invited to a party, they would make the host uninvite me or just tell people not to invite me at all. This affected me the most when they prevented me from going to my friend’s birthday party. I’m still upset about it to this day.”

Heizou holds up another series of screenshots of The Fatui threatening people to not invite you.

“Senior year came and the harassment died down a tiny bit. They would still tease me but I think they got tired of it by senior year as they had officially drained any spark I had left. They got what they wanted, the grade didn’t like me and I had a few friends left. I was so thankful to finally be able to graduate but it was short lived as they have now tried to ruin my career.”

You felt your throat close up again and you drink more water. It was never easy talking about your experiences, especially in front of a camera.

You continue again, “I have found out that the account was created by that group through investigations.”

Yanfei holds up the last document of Pantalone and Scaramouche’s conversation. The conversation where Pantalone admitted everything.

Scaramouche’s name is redacted for obvious reasons.

“The person who talked to Pantalone and the person who sent me these screenshots would like to remain anonymous. If you are both seeing this, I would like to give my upmost gratitude. You know who you are and I seriously can’t thank you enough.”

You then look straight into the camera, almost as if you were talking to The Fatui directly.

“To the group who made my high school experience a living hell, I hope you like the lawsuit coming to you in the mail. Have fun explaining to your parents why you’re getting charged with defamation and harassment.”

The video wraps up and it feels like you can finally breathe again.

A weight is lifted from your shoulders and you feel the best you have felt in a while.

The video gets posted shortly.

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A/N: Written chapter!! I wasn’t planning on making this written but I also wanted to make it detailed. The bully arc is finally done so now I can move onto the other things I planned 🥰

ALSOOO lmk if you guys want your users to be added to this au and i’ll make you a twitter user :)

Synopsis: You’re a new idol that just debuted under ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ with your new single ‘Espresso.’ You just graduated high school which means all your classmates are shocked to see you into stardom. Including your old situationship, who happens to be an actor.

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[venus-vault]

Friend of the Family

Mr. Reed × Fem! (Mid-20s) Reader [18+]

Synopsis: Part. 2 - (y/n) struggles through the morning after, coming to terms with the fact that the events of the night before cannot be undone...

[A/N: This part is all fluff and sweetness and more mild tension, although it is still fairly suggestive and references the actions of the previous part hence 18+. It just turned out that way, idk why.]

⚠️TW: Christmas Mentioned, Corny Lana Del Rey References, Age Gap, Sexual Tension, Making Out, General Awkwardness.

He readjusts a bit, sorting out, zipping up, and smoothing his clothes some before wrapping his arms around my half-naked body, pulling me into his chest.

"Does...what?"

"Tastes like Pepsi Cola... well...yours is actually a tad closer to diet, in my opinion, but..."

I can't help but blush, avoiding his gaze as my body goes rigid with the feeling that I may have just fucked up monumentally.

"Thank... you...?" I giggle nervously.

"Thank you, (y/n)." His arms tighten around me and he kisses the top of my head. "You are just... incredible, truly. Scholar, writer, absolutely gorgeous, and as I've just been fortunate enough to experience, quite the little minx."

I purse my lips into an awkward smile, conflicted "I uhm... I should be getting upstairs, I think..." I murmur against him.

He tilts my chin up so I have no choice but to make eye contact.

"(y/n), listen. You don't have to be so anxious about this, you know. It's perfectly natural, doing what we did. This said, I obviously won't be telling anyone, and I'd encourage the same of you."

"Well yeah, obviously..." I echo, rolling my eyes. "But... promise?"

He smiles compassionately at my request. "I promise. No one is to know. We can even pretend it never happened, if you like."

"Okay." I take a deep breath "Yeah... that works."

He runs a warm hand slowly up and down my back and I relax into his touch. "Then that's what we'll do." A beat. "Starting when, exactly?"

"In a minute?" I half-plead, resting my forehead against his chest. Mr. Reed chuckles, holding me a bit tighter.

"Fine. In exactly one minute I'll expect you to shimmy those jeans back on and get upstairs, then."

I nod and there is a moment of silence. Of peace.

"Fifty-nine...Fifty-eight...Fifty-seven-"

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going." I toss an annoyed eye roll in his direction as I pry my body off the couch.

Discarding the napkin he'd placed between my legs, I slip my panties back on then tug the sweater over my head as I make my way towards the hallway, jeans in hand.

"Oh, and (y/n)?"

I glance him over my shoulder.

"It was lovely getting to chat with you tonight, I relish the opportunity to get to know you better."

"You too, Mr. Reed."

I beeline for the stairs and shuffle into my room as quickly and quietly as possible. My body is boneless as it hits the bed, and I pop my earpods in again, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. What the actual fuck? I just had sex with my dad's best friend. Great. But that didn't really just happen. It didn't. Any of it. Deep breath. It didn't really happen and it didn't mean anything if it did happen and I'm drunk, so this doesn't even count and- shit. Shit shit shit.

Eventually I fall asleep to 'Cola' on repeat, which does nothing for my conscience, and neither does waking up from a six-hour dead sleep to the line 'I pledge allegiance to my dad, for teaching me everything he knows-' with the taste of pie and alcohol stale in my mouth and Mr. Reed's dick fresh in my mind. Thanks, Lana. I yank out the earpods and put them in their stupid little case because that is enough of that.

Today is a new day. A day where I did not ever and definitely do not still want to fuck that old man.

After a shower I throw on a big, shapeless sweater and some pajama shorts to head downstairs. I'll feel better after I eat something, always do. I pad down the steps and into the hallway where I can hear Dad and Mr. Reed talking, and I silently pray there will be coffee.

I hear dad laughing loudly as I wander into the dining room.

My eyes immediately fall on Mr. Reed and he looks good first thing and there's a war in my mind because instead of thinking for half a second, I decided to err on the side of stupidity and just. ride.

He's wearing flannel pajama pants and a cotton t-shirt, and of course another cardigan, unbuttoned this time. Casual. Put-together. Sleep-tousled. That cardigan would feel divine against my bare skin, when we- no. No. There is no we.

"Ah, there she is, Ms. America!" Dad sing-songs, and I give him a tense smile.

"Agh, sorry Bug, maybe I shouldn't be so loud, you were up late, huh?"

"A little."

He beams and he doesn't know a thing and this is good. There's nothing for him to know. Nothing happened. We just... talked... and then...didn't

...talk...anymore.

"Well, Mr. Reed was just telling me about how wrong you are about that Lana girl's discography, and hey, I don't know a bar of her stuff, so I'm just gonna take his side on this one." He raises his hands in mock-defense, chuckling.

"As you should, Jono." Mr. Reed chimes in, giving dad a wink.

"(y/n), we've got breakfast prepped in the kitchen, may I fix you a plate?"

"Uhm... sure. Any coffee in there or? I'm kinda wiped still."

"Oh, of course, I'll show you where everything is. Back in a tick, J."

Dad nods and his attention is drawn to an article from one of Mr. Reed's newspapers, of which there are several laid out on the table.

He guides me to the kitchen, hand falling from my shoulder to my hip once we're out of sight. His touch is light and electric and my mind echoes the way he sounded, tasted last night. you. are. Brilliant.

I. am. fucked.

He's just being friendly. He's doing exactly what we said we'd do. It was just a night. I can do this.

We finally enter the kitchen after walking down a much too-long hallway lined in what felt like hundreds of doors and random artifacts.

Mr. Reed's kitchen is large and warm. It's all stained redwood cabinets and mosaic tile and green granite countertops, the perfect height for him to bend- No.

It's a dreamy place, ripped straight off a Pinterest board. It doesn't even feel like this room belongs to this house. "You have a beautiful home, Mr. Reed." I lean against the doorframe and watch him search through cabinets for a mug.

"Well thank you, (y/n), I'm glad you think so," A smile. "How do you take your coffee then? Cream? Sugar? Honey?"

"Squeeze of honey, splash of cream, please."

"As you wish." He pours my coffee and fixes it as instructed, handing me a teal mug with 'Hubby' printed across it in looping script. I pull back one of the stools at the kitchen island and settle in with my coffee.

"Anything else I can get you set with? Bacon there, I could cook up an egg to preference, bit of toast? Whatever you like. Name it."

He's a lot better at pretending than I am and so damn tempting. I want him for breakfast, but toast is an acceptable consolation.

"I'd love some toast. Whole grain?"

"The only kind I'll ingest," He quips "Jam?"

"Raspberry if you have it?"

"I do."

I watch him shuffle around the kitchen putting my breakfast together. There's something so attractive about his domesticity and I smile into my coffee, eyes tracking him.

Mr. Reed walks around the huge counter to hand me my plate. "And here we have it, one breakfast platter, albeit a very light one, but I suppose I did gorge you on pie last night, hm?" He smiles kindly.

He's sweet and he looks tired and I desperately want something I just cannot have.

Which won't stop me from trying.

"Mr. Reed, can I trouble you for one more thing?"

"Anything. It's no trouble (y/n), I assure you."

"Kiss me."

"Hm?" He's shocked. I like seeing him caught off guard like this.

"I... want you.... to kiss me, Mr. Reed."

"You wanted to pretend last night never happened."

"Are you gonna make me beg?"

His eyes are wide like cherry pies and his mouth hangs open but my gaze bores into his and he doesn't wait for me to change my mind. His lips are soft and warm like last night and he's even better sober, smelling of sleep and tasting like black coffee. A moan slips from me, and he pulls away first, wiping my saliva from his lower lip.

"This... (y/n), we shouldn't..." he takes a few steps back, leaning against a farmhouse sink.

"Are you sure?"

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, "No...I am not sure, but theres a certain level of risk to consider if we're...involved, and...and..."

I rise from my seat to slink towards him, and Mr. Reed doesn't move, just watches. Now I'm standing in front of him, making big doe eyes as I guide his large, warm hands under my sweater and over my hips. He draws in a sharp breath, eyes latched to mine.

"It must be so lonely... living up in the mountains, I mean...." I bring up a finger, tracing slow little patterns into his sternum as his hands glide up and down my sides of their own accord, bait taken.

"It can be. I don't mind solitude, though. I've found it's preferable to... whatever nonsense the city has to offer..."

"Yeah?"

He chuckles "Yeah. And I see what you're up to, by the way. You're not slick, seducing me in the kitchen over coffee and toast." He scoffs.

"You seduced me first." I accuse.

"Did I? Oh, do tell. What ghastly method of seduction have I hit you with in the last..." he checks his watch "twenty-five minutes to have earned this behaviour? Was it the toast? You women and your carbs, I swear..." he jokes.

"You... look like that right out of bed. First thing. Which in turn, makes me want to get into bed with you."

He smiles, charmed, and I watch his teeth sink into his lower lip as he narrows his eyes at me like he's trying to solve a puzzle.

"Alright. Fine. Maybe you are slick and maybe I am as susceptible to flattery as you seem to believe I am, (y/n). Then what?"

"Then-"

Footsteps. Suddenly something in the fridge beckons my attention as I rip myself out of Mr. Reed's embrace, dashing to the other end of the room.

"Heyo! Got breakfast sorted?" Dad saunters into the kitchen, artfully draining every ounce of sensuality from the air as he does, and I roll my eyes, wondering how he was ever deemed worthy of procreation. I pretend to care about the contents of Mr. Reed's gargantuan fridge a moment longer before closing it to face him.

"Yep, sorry dad, just got caught up chatting again." I smile "What's on the agenda?"

"Well, I was thinking of cabbing into town for a little last minute shopping if anyone wants to join, aside from that, Reed I'm sorry but I'm officially calling dibs on those last few pieces of bacon."

"All yours, Jono." He simpers, tense, eyes momentarily flitting over to me.

"By the way, I've just gotta say, I'm so glad you guys are getting along so well. I mean, I knew you would, but it just...it truly warms my heart." He seems like he might tear up which makes me want to throw up, but instead I opt for an eyeroll.

"You are such a sap." I laugh.

"And you... will not have a proper Christmas present, either of you, if I don't get down to the holiday market in time. I'm gonna grab a shower and a cab, anyone who's coming with can meet me at the front door in 20." He looks between us for a moment.

Mr. Reed is faster than I am.

"You grab presents, text me for... intel," he raises a brow at dad "as needed. I'll have the signal disruptors off in your absence, and (y/n) here will help me with cookie prep while you're out."

"I will?"

"You will." Mr. Reed gives me a look.

"Sounds like a plan, but don't you two start drinking til I get home, though!" He jests, shooting off another lethal round of finger guns as he wanders out of the room.

"We'll keep the Bailey's shelved til you return! Scout's honour!" Mr. Reed calls after him, eyes settling back on me.

"Cookie prep?" I inquire, hoisting myself up onto the kitchen island.

"Well, I do make them every year anyways, and I didn't want to leave the house, haven't done in years now. I've also come to realize that you likely don't want to leave the house, and I could use an extra pair of hands," he looks me over before his eyes lock back on mine "so I thought it would be quite genius, actually."

"And if he gets suspicious of how eager you were to be left with me?"

"Suspicious that his best friend of 43 years is secretly fucking his 24-year old daughter on a one off vacation trip? It sounds completely absurd and I'd have no issue telling him so."

"So you'd gaslight your best friend?"

"Only to preserve his emotional wellbeing, (y/n), I'm not a monster. Like it or not, our actions have landed us in something of a...moral grey area. I'm just trying to navigate that to the best of my ability, and so should you."

I roll my eyes at him. "Landed you in a moral grey area, Mr. Reed. I, am an innocent."

"Oh, very, yes. So innocent, in fact, that you've put together this little number here," he points out my tiny shorts and oversized sweater, "and decided to go about enticing me the first chance you got this morning. It's really unfair, (y/n), the way you'd tease an old man, and in my own home!" he places a hand over his heart and fakes a pout and I can't help but laugh.

"You are so dramatic!" I giggle.

He smiles, meandering over to where I'm sat on the counter cross-legged, and rests his hands on my knees.

"And you are so pretty," his hands slide up my thighs as he leans in, "I'll die if you don't kiss me."

"What?"

"Right here, I'll just die."

"Oh yeah?" I beam.

"Yeah."

Our foreheads touch and I tilt his chin upward and he kisses me like he's been starved for it. I unfold my legs, letting them drop to either side of him and Mr. Reed pulls my torso flush against his. His hands are on my ass and in my hair, my whole body is taut and melted and I want this so bad, but instead I pull away, panting, and hold up a finger.

"Cookies?" I laugh, catching my breath.

"Right, Right."

The front door shuts with a distant thud and I hop down off the counter, nipping at my toast and observing patiently as he rummages through the cabinets again, grabbing various bowls, trays and utensils and laying them out before me.

He then does the same with a slew of ingredients, and are sugar cookies really this involved?

Mr. Reed places a disc into a CD player by the sink, and the familiar opening of The Jackson 5's 'Santa Claus Is Coming To Town' fills the air around us. He takes a breath, putting on his glasses and smirking up at me before zoning in fully on the task at hand.

He's cracking eggs and pouring different quantaties of seasoning into the mixer basin and whisking, rolling out dough, and before I know it he's got thirty-six little tree shaped pieces of sugar cookie dough across two parchment-lined trays ready to be placed in the oven. Just when I think he's completely forgotten I'm here, he finally looks up.

"(y/n), would you do the honors?"

I step around the counter and pick up one tray, then the other, as Mr. Reed opens the oven for me. Cautiously placing them side by side on the middle rack, I shut the oven, and turn to him. "So, what now?"

"Now, we wait."

"How long?"

"About 10 minutes."

"And what do we do while we wait?" I look up at him, innocent and not.

"What is it you'd like us to be doing while we wait?" He squints at me and he's smiling because he knows exactly what I'd like us to be doing.

Instead of waiting for an answer, he pulls me against him, one hand on my lower back and the other in mine, fingers laced. He leads and I sway and we are dancing.

Before long we're jingle bell rocking and simply having a wonderful Christmas time and he twirls me around. We twist and shimmy and sway and swivel, completely devoid of technique or skill, like two total boomers at a discotheque. It's the first time I haven't been self-conscious of my lack of moves and I can't keep the smile from my face as he spins me into his arms and holds me in a dip.

"Where'd you learn to dance like this, Mr. Reed?" I ask, breathless.

"It used to be something of a requirement back in the day if you wanted a beautiful woman to notice you."

"Well I can't really imagine you ever going unnoticed," I giggle "you're a little too handsome for that, dont you think..." he brings me back up from the dip and his arms are taut around my waist as he leans in and- the timer goes off. I huff and I pout and he untangles from me to slip on a pair of red and green oven mitts, pull the cookies out of the oven, and relocate them to the cooling racks he's set on the counter.

"Right then," he smirks "these, are to cool for at least an hour, after which it will be time to decorate."

"This is... a lot, just for some cookies..."

"For the best, no. effort. is. too...large..." he moves the last of the cookies onto the cooling rack and meets my gaze, pointing the snowflake shaped spatula in my direction. "Take your efforts at seduction. They've not gone unnoticed, and you will be rewarded, bountifully." His eyes train on mine intently.

"Rewarded?" I echo, not quite sure what he means.

"Bountifully."

Part 3❄️

[taki-yaki]

What if after observing Astarion for a while Tav treats him like she would a cat: Giving him plenty of space, giving him time to approach her instead of approaching him, etc. This would make sense if Tav is a ranger, or any class who’s familiar with animals.

Bonus if Tav is accompanied by a big cat since Astarion is a Drizzt Do'Urden fanboy (or at least his VA is 😂)

This reminds me of Neil mentioning how he based Astarion on a stray cat he befriended, but I do like the idea that he does manifest some cat-like traits without realising due to his vampirism.

Astarion’s Cat-like qualities

As a beastmaster ranger, you’re familiar when it comes to the behaviour of various animals, particularly those of the large cat variety. 

Your pet familiar is a snow leopard, which you rescued when it was a cub from the fierce blizzards ravaging the snowy wastelands of Icewind Dale.

When raising the cub, you’d eventually get used to the habits they display being sometimes similar to that of a household cat, from them sleeping in high places to bringing you gifts every day of creatures it hunted as it’s way of thanks.

When you meet Astarion, you quickly pick up on his similarities with your feline companion. You were never sure whether it was from his mannerisms or his vampirism, but you attempted to get close to him by using similar techniques with stray cats.

During your evenings at camp, you sit by the campfire, wearing a loose collar shirt with your panther companion lying down next to you asleep, trying to look uninterested in Astarion, all whilst glancing up to make brief eye contact with him before averting your eyes from him. 

This goes on for a few nights, with him gradually approaching you, inch by inch, till he finally caves and sits next to you feeding off your free arm nearly every night from then on. 

Shortly after he’s sipped your blood, he gets a rapid burst of energy, pupils expanding to that of cat slits, before quickly bolting upright and watching him leave to go burn off his energy in the forest.

Some nights, in the privacy of his tent, he’d rest his head upon your lap, soon wrapping the weight of his body upon you, if you attempted to shift him off he would groan muttering under his breath “No, don’t leave you’re warm”, leaving you stuck to the ground for the rest of the night. Sometimes, you swear you’d hear him making a strange vampiric purring when he was in a trance.

After a while, he starts to bring you gifts in exchange for the blood you’ve offered him, mainly drained animals he’s hunted, such as the boar, stating how you can reuse the parts as food supplies.

When chatting with others, he attempts to interrupt any conversations to get your attention, by silently stepping in between the two of you and staring at the other person, subtly hooking his arm around you, all whilst maintaining eye contact with them until they either stop or leave.

One night, however, whilst watching you sleep, you notice his eyes slowly blink at you, staring at you softly whilst you rest. However, upon questioning if he was worried about you, he’d deny stating “I was just making sure that you were fine, especially after that fight at the creche, who knows what they could have done to you” before shifting his gaze away from you, trying to avoid repeating the reaction.

Later into the night, you tell him how much he reminds you of your pet snow leopard, stating how the two of you are quite similar. “Oh, is it because of my sharp fangs? Or my keen senes?, either way, I can see how flattered you are-”. You quickly cut him off abruptly, stating “No, it’s because you purr like a cat, it’s cute”. Flustered by the statement, he attempts to rebuttal “I- I don’t do such a thing, don’t compare me to some fur ball”. Swiftly turning his head away from you with a light blush forming on the tips of his ears.

[spoonfulofmilo]

Full fic??

I’ve read that Logan S. felt really lonely being the only American in F1. Like, he wasn’t completely accepted in the grid. Maybe he has an overprotective older sister who is a professional soccer player (like World Cup level good) who finally has time to attend his races. She dislikes most of the grid, except Alex and Oscar, for how they treated her brother. quick to defend Logan and even as far as annihilate them during the annual driver soccer match to prove a point. Im thinking G. Russel pairing due to Logan living in England. he wins her over by treating logan right, acknowledging he could have been welcoming, etc. Just a thought!

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George Russell x reader, logan sargeant x sister!reader

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Y/N loves her brother, she really does. Yeah, she’s tried to get to a few of his F2 rounds, but with her soccer taking her around the world, she has had very little time. She has the entire month off though, so what better to do than visit her brother at his home grand prix. Miami is always a party, so maybe she could let loose for a bit, try and relax, and find a guy.

This is quickly vetoed when she finds Logan cooped up in his drivers room. While most people would think that he was excited for the race, most people weren’t Logan’s sister. She could tell he was thinking too hard about something, and it wasn’t good.

“Hey Logie Bear! Whatcha thinking about?” She tried to appear happy, but she could see that Logan’s smile did not reach his eyes

“Nothing, just excited for the race, the car is quick, just aiming for some points, hoping for a safety car. The garage is over there, sorry I have to warm up.” Y/N looked up as Benny entered the room and Logan stood up. She could tell how closed up he was, how he didn’t want to talk at all

“Okay, we’ll talk after the race Logan! Good luck, you'll smash it!” Y/N walked out of the drivers room towards the garage seeing the chaos of it.

Y/N watched as Logan apologised over again and again to his engineer for not making up any more places. She stood there listening to his engineer reassure her younger brother. She eventually decided that she couldn’t listen to it anymore and decided to wait in his garage room.

When he walked in, Y/N could tell he wasn’t sure whether to throw stuff or cry. 

“Hey, hey, come here! It’s okay, it’s okay!” She opened her arms and sat down as Logan fell down into them and hugged her baby brother, as he started talking the words just rushed out

“I just wanted to prove that I deserve to be here, feel like I’m a part of the paddock.” Logan hugged his sister back tightly, hesitating slightly.

“What do you mean? Of course you’re a part of the paddock, you’ve got your seat, y’know?” Y/N was confused as to what her brother meant, from what she had seen, he was welcomed warmly by everyone.

“Yeah but, I’m never invited to the grid parties, no one really ever talks to me, except Alex and Oscar, and Oscar is getting into the rest of the grid through Lando, and Alex is only really talking to me because I mean, he’s my teammate we have to be friends, and I just want everyone to like me… so I thought maybe if I got some points and good overtakes, then people would like me..”

“Oh, Logie… It’ll be okay. If they don’t like you then I think they’re just idiots, but they won’t. They’ll warm up to you, I promise.”

---

George watched as Y/N sprinted up and down. Okay the F1 team was never going to win, particularly when multiple women who were playing in the world cup were playing on the opposition team, but ‘Sargeant’  (who also had the same name as the rookie driver this year, who was sitting in the stands) was dominating, she had more goals then all of the f1 team, so of course the celebrity team won 4-1. She’d almost immediately jumped into the stands once the referee blew the whistle and started talking to Logan, maybe the kid got married young and just didn’t want anyone to realise. 

Although she looked quite similar to Logan, so maybe his sister instead. Either way, she did not seem to like them, she called them all dickheads and shoved them over a few times. George’s knees were sore. But she was still pretty. So he approached Logan and the girl.

“Hello! I’m George and…’

“I’m pretty sure my brother knows your name, Georgie! Why don’t you say hello to him?”

“Y/N-”

“No. Say hi to Logan, George.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes, almost forced.

“Hey Logan! Looking forward to the grand prix this weekend?”

“Uhhhh… yeah. ” He turned back to Y/N “I’ve got some stuff to do, so you can make your way back. See ya!”

As soon as Logan was out of listening range, Y/N pulled George in and started whispering, “Listen, I don’t know what problem you have my brother, but you need to get over it ASAP, understood?”

“I.. don’t have a problem with your brother.”

“Well, then why is he telling me that there have been 2 people, Oscar and Alex, who have actually welcomed him to F1. Everyone else has snubbed him and he doesn’t understand why you don’t like him. He’s lonely. So fucking sort your shit out.”

George stood there, mouth gaping as she stormed off to grab her bag and then sprinted after Logan. He could almost hear the f1 team laughing at his failed attempt at flirting, but all he could think about ‘was what she said true?’’

---

Y/N was going to cry.

She could see Logan in the family and friends box, hands over his mouth, eyes glassy.

That corner kick should’ve gone in, she thought, we had so many chances and we still fucked it all. Couldn’t even give Megs a proper farewell.

She walks slowly over to her younger brother and let his arms wrap around her

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Dragged you halfway ‘round the world when you should’ve been training only to lose the first game.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. Go pack up, we can head home and spend some time in London relaxing. I’ve got next week off before I need to be back in the factory.”

—

Y/N was awoken by a knock on the front door. Hearing Logan snoring from his bedroom, she got up off the couch, rubbing her eyes and opened the door.

Of all the people she was expecting to see, George Russell would’ve been just about the last on her list “Uhh, hey?”

“Oh, morning! Is your brother up?”

Y/n paused for a moment to let George hear the snores coming from Logan’s bedroom. “Yeah, no, sorry. I can pass on a message?”

“Oh, No I was just going to offer if he was still up to go on a morning jog with him, but as he isn’t…”

“You been doing this often?”

“Almost every week we’ve been in town. I don’t think he understands what or why I’m doing this. But, he’s a good kid, opens up a bit when you talk to him. He likes you, respects you a lot for 2 siblings pursuing their sport across the globe.”

“I’ll make some breakfast and you can stay til Logan wakes up, okay? As a thanks for looking out for him. Hard for me to do from across the globe.” Y/N looked tense, with an almost forced smile. She looked awkward, before stepping back, holding the door open so George could come in.

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“LOGAN SARGEANT!”

“Hello, dear sister, what do you want?”

“YOU GOT POINTS!”

“I think you must have watched a different grand prix, I got P12.”

“Hamilton and Leclerc got disqualified, something about wood, but you got points!”

“OH MY! AHHH! I had no idea, oh god!”

“YEAH! MY LITTLE BRO FINALLY GETTING F1 POINTS! WOOHOO! We must celebrate when we’re both in town!”

“AHH! Shit, wait I think people are coming in, give me a sec.

You’re on speaker dear sis, Alex, Oscar and George are here.”

“HELLO OSCAR! HI ALEX! HI GEORGE! DID SOMEONE BRING CHAMPAGNE???”

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Y/N looks at the buzzing phone on her bedside table. Well clearly she had grabbed Logan’s phone before bed last night. She looked at the contact name

‘George - probably calling about something from the GDPA.’

She picked up.

“Before you start talking, I’m not Logan and I have not signed any NDAs related to his contract so, don’t talk to me.”

“Hi Y/N, do you know where Logan is?” George’s voice was way too cheery for however fucking early it is right now.

“Yeah he’s in his bedroom, he grabbed my phone and I grabbed his, why?” Y/N swung her legs out of the bed and stood up, still rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, can you come answer the door?”

“The door, why?” Y/N got up, and walked to her front door and opened the door to …nothing.

“George, are you pulling a prank on me? There’s nothing at the door.”

“You haven’t opened the door!”

“George… Logan and I are in Florida for Christmas. I’m guessing you’re in London.”

“Oh…yes. Bugger. I came to congratulate him on his contract renewal and so now I’ve got food and flowers and stuff and he’s not here!”

“If you go round the block to 20 XXX Close, there’s a single mom there, who will appreciate some Christmas cheer Georgie.”

“Oh, thank you. I’ll send it over.”

“Why were you congratulating Logan, George? I didn’t think you cared. Only Alex and Oscar have reached out so far.”

“I..I remember what you said at the soccer match, about Logan feeling ostracised by all of us. So I’ve been trying to make him feel welcomed… not just because you said that, and I like you, but also because I kinda realised we’d all be failing him as a grid, so i thought if I started it, maybe others would catch on. It didn’t work, but I think he feels more included.”

“That’s very nice of you Georgie. I’ll pass on your congrats. Now it’s like 7am here, and I didn’t need to be awake today, so i will be heading back to bed. Night Georgie boy.”