#and she was like ‘oh that’s funny. sure let’s try it’

[00valentina-writes00]

Sevika eating pussy under a table cause there are people around?

♡♥︎Keep Quiet, If You Can♥︎♡

Warnings: Sevika is a menace, oral sex in a public place, almost getting caught, I pray for you

You don’t know how you let Sevika talk you into this.

A dinner out, she’d said. Something nice, somewhere upscale, just the two of you. And like an idiot, you’d believed her. You’d worn the little black skirt she liked, the one that barely covered anything when you sat down. You’d even let her pick the restaurant, some high-end lounge with dim lighting and jazz humming low through the speakers.

And now?

Now you’re sitting at a table, legs spread just enough for Sevika to be tucked beneath it, her broad shoulders wedged between your thighs, her mouth so fucking deep into your pussy you can barely breathe.

Your fingers are digging into the tablecloth, gripping it so hard your knuckles ache, and all you can do is stare at the half-empty plate in front of you, your lips parted as you try not to let a single sound slip out.

Sevika, the absolute menace that she is, doesn’t make it easy.

She eats you like it’s her last meal, her tongue working you over with slow, practiced strokes, curling deep inside you before dragging up to flick over your clit. Her lips seal around it, sucking just hard enough to make your thighs twitch, her rough hands keeping you spread open so you can’t squirm away.

She’s fucking enjoying this. You can feel it—the way her tongue moves, the way she groans against you like she’s the one getting off on this.

And then—

Oh, fuck.

A shadow falls across the table.

A waiter.

You nearly choke on your own spit, scrambling to school your features into something normal.

“Hey there,” the waiter says, flashing a polite smile. He’s handsome, clean-cut, his white button-down crisp against his tanned skin. “Can I get you anything else?”

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out, because at that exact moment, Sevika—fucking Sevika—doubles down.

Her tongue presses flat against your clit, slow and deliberate, and then she fucking shakes her head like she’s trying to bury herself even deeper.

You jolt, hands flying to your lap to grip at the fabric of your skirt, as if that’ll somehow stop the way she’s devouring you.

The waiter’s brows raise, his head tilting. “You okay?”

You clear your throat. Swallow. Try to pretend like your pulse isn’t hammering in your throat.

“Y-Yeah,” you manage, your voice embarrassingly thin. “I just—um—”

Sevika sucks on your clit. Hard.

Your fingers clench the tablecloth so tightly you’re surprised it doesn’t rip.

The waiter’s looking at you funny now, his polite smile slipping into something a little more confused.

You need to get rid of him.

“Water,” you blurt out, your words too rushed. “Can I get a glass of water?”

The waiter blinks. “You have a full glass.”

Oh, fuck. You do.

Sevika chuckles against you, the vibration making your whole body jerk.

“I meant—uh—” You suck in a sharp breath, trying to keep your hips from bucking up into Sevika’s face. “A… a refill?”

The waiter glances at your untouched water, then back at you.

You’re sure you look insane—face flushed, eyes unfocused, hands twisted in your lap like you’re trying to keep yourself from falling apart.

“Sure,” he says slowly, still looking at you like you’re a little unhinged. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he turns away, you grab the edge of the table, yanking the fabric up just enough to glare down at Sevika.

Her smirk is fucking filthy.

“Having trouble, sweetheart?” she murmurs, her voice husky, laced with amusement.

You shoot her a murderous look under the tablecloth, but before you can hiss out a threat, she dives back in, tongue swirling around your clit before sucking it between her lips, her fingers tightening on your thighs.

Your back hits the seat, head tipping back as you bite your lip so hard it hurts.

She’s relentless now, fucking devouring you, her tongue fucking into you deep, her nose pressing against your clit in a way that has your stomach twisting, heat pooling low and sharp

You’re close. Too close.

And Sevika fucking knows.

She slides two fingers into you, curling them just right, pressing against that spot that makes your whole body tighten.

Your toes curl in your heels. Your breathing turns ragged. The tablecloth hides her, but it can’t hide the way your legs tremble, the way your chest rises and falls too quickly.

Sevika’s pace doesn’t let up, her tongue flicking, fingers thrusting, dragging you to the edge so fast it’s dizzying.

And then—

The waiter returns.

You barely manage to snap your head up, your hands flying to your lap again, gripping the fabric of your skirt like it’ll somehow ground you.

The waiter sets the glass down, eyes flicking to your face. “You sure you’re okay?”

No. No, you’re not. You’re seconds away from fucking losing it.

“I’m—”

Sevika presses her fingers deeper, curling them just right, her tongue flicking over your clit in fast, precise strokes.

Your whole body jolts.

A strangled noise catches in your throat, your jaw tightening as you fight to keep it in.

The waiter’s eyes narrow slightly, suspicion creeping into his expression.

Fuck, fuck, you can’t do this. You can’t—

“I-I’m fine,” you gasp out, your voice just a little too high, too breathless.

Sevika hums against you.

Your thighs clench. Your stomach tightens.

The waiter hesitates for a second longer before nodding slowly. “Alright, well… let me know if you need anything else.”

He turns to walk away.

And that’s when Sevika finishes you off.

Her fingers thrust deep, her tongue pressing firm and perfect against your clit, and you’re gone—coming so fucking hard you see stars, your thighs shaking around her, your breath stuttering as you force yourself to stay silent.

You grip the table so hard your nails dig into the wood, every muscle in your body locking up as your orgasm tears through you.

The waiter disappears into the crowd.

Sevika doesn’t stop. Not until she’s wrung every last aftershock out of you, not until your body is trembling and you’re sagging against the seat, your legs numb, your heart hammering.

Only then does she finally pull back, her fingers sliding out of you, her tongue giving one last, slow lick before she chuckles, low and satisfied.

You barely have the strength to lift the tablecloth again, glaring down at her.

She licks her lips. Smirks.

And then, the smug bastard winks.

[thedanishcatgirl]

"You can't charm me witch!"

"Don´t be silly, we both know you where the one who charmed me. I have missed you so much. This castle just really isn´t the same without you. You must be tired after your long journey, want to retire to our chambers, and get out of that stuffy looking armour?"

Our chambers? What is she talking about?

"Sieze your lies horrid witch, I won´t fall for your schemes!"

"Sweetie, could you please stop that charade? It is not funny I have really missed you. It´s been 6 months since I last saw you and held you in my arms."

6 months. Why does that feel familiar? "Why do you keep acting like I know you, when whatever spell you tried to cast clearly didn't work?"

"Spell? Why would I enchant you, my husband, love of my life, the father of our unborn child? She says, now with tears in her eyes."

Something inside you aches at that, like seeing her this sad makes you hurt.

You are the chosen one! Don´t fall for her lies and crocodile tears. She is just stalling, trying to trick you. Attack now before it´s too late, A voice in the back of your mind says. You raise your sword, but as she draws back in suprise and fear, you notice that her belly is indeed quite round. If she really is pregnant, you can´t kill her. That´s wrong, surely they wouldn´t want to spill the life of an innocent baby.

It´s just an illusion, you must slay her before she calls her guards!

No, something is not right here. You have been trying to ignore your gut telling you it´s wrong, and the growing feeling of familiarity ever since you got near her castle. If it was a spell wouldn´t it require her seeing you? You try to think back to half a year ago, but your memories are muddled.

Focus Chosen One! Fufill your destiny!

The oldest clear memory you have are the royal guards informing you of your destiny, to rid these lands of the terrible witch queen. Why can´t you remember anything before that?

Nothing else matters. You have your duty and your purpose, that is the only thing that matters right now!

Your breaths quicken. Your mind is a mess, and there are too many thoughts and voices in your head, and you don´t understand anything, and suddenly you become aware of hands around you face.

"Oh darling, what have they done to you."

You wish you knew, or at least that your mind would stop hurting. It´s too much, and those hands are so gentle and you´re so scared, and tired, and don´t know what to trust anymore so when you fall into darkness you are full of relief.

You wake up in a giant bed, in a lavishly decorated room. Your head still aches, but not as much, which means you probably aren´t dead, which is suprising, very confusing and slightly annoying. Couldn´t she had let you free when you happily accepted it, instead of toying with you first? Perhaps she wanted to get information out of you first.

Or perhaps she wasn´t the lying one.

"You are awake! She says, stepping into the room with a tray of food. Are you hungry? I made your favoirites." At the concern in your face, she adds in a voice that sounds sligthly wounded. "I promise you it is safe to eat." She tears half of one of the bread rolls and eats it, before putting the tray closer to you. The smell is sweet and divine, and your stomach growls. You slowly reach out for the other half of the one she ate, almost on instinct. You haven´t eaten in a while, and never something that smelled so delicous.

Or have you? You barely remember anything about your life, and isn´t there something familiar about that smell, and this bed, and this woman?

What are you doing? It is obiusly poisened with something she is immune to!

Well if it is, then at least I will be spared any torture, you think as you put it in your mouth. It practicly melts in your mouth, and is so sweet and tastes like like, home and love, like something you can´t describe, and soon there are no more rolls on the tray.

She grins at you, in a way that fills you with warmth. "I´m glad to see you still like them. While you rested, I have searched all my tomes, and I think I have a way to give us some more anwers. If you would permit, I would like to try it."

"Why are you asking me?"

"Your mind has been forcefully tampered with enough. I couldn´t do that to you too, even if it should not do anything, but uncover what you have lost."

She is evil and dangerous, and you can´t trust anything she says!

She is the only one who can grant you answers and you know that. If they where the ones who took it from you they wouldn´t give it back.

No! Don't listen to the voice of her trickery! This is a mistake!

You need those answers, no matter the risk. With resovle in your heart, and tears in your eyes, you answer.

"Do it."

As she places a glowing finger of your forehead, your eyes close automaticly from the force of the veil in your mind being lifted, and all your memories overwhelming you. After an eternity gone in a blink of the eye, you open you eyes again looking tearfully into the eyes of your loving wife.

"Welcome back my love."

You, the chosen one, walk into the evil queen's throne room. The queen was sitting gloomily on her throne. She sees you and lightens up. She rises from her throne and kisses you. "Sweetheart, I am so glad you are back."

[sukeruton-san]

A Coffee Heart pt 3

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" Drake, why are you looking at a civilian's family history "

"The adults are Midwestern villains their secret hero son may be my long lost twin and they also have a daughter but she's mostly fine by herself. We might need to overthrow an entire government branch though"

"Excuse, me"

" You're excused"

After chatting with Danny for a while and getting more information without it sounding like an interrogation also making sure he'll be fine for couple of hours I went digging for the rest of the day.

And oh boy you won't believe what I found.

The Fenton's are fucking wild, after breaking through several firewalls just for the town and then even more for their security I found out 'the haunting world' really means haunted like ghost haunted. These people are the definition of mad scientists proudly stating that they built a portal to another dimension in their basement, and judging by the floor plan right below where Danny sleeps, said portal was letting dangerous ghosts out onto the city, but not all of the ghost are like that though.

The 'echoscientist' are heavily biased when it comes to ghost stating that they are 'nonsenseient' and 'don't feel pain' that they need to be a 'contained' 'experimented on' or even 'eradicated'' which is bullshit and horrifying. It's pretty obvious that there are several neutral and even some good ghosts appearing, most noteworthy being Phantom the hero of Amity Park (I know that majority is painting him as a villain but that is so far from the truth! there is an hour long video of him playing with children at the park helping everyone with daily tasks and more) also it seems pretty clear to me that Lazarus water and ectoplasm are similar in compounds which is frankly something I rather not think about right now.

The Fenton's cause so much property damage it's not even funny. they seem to not care for human lives and their excuse for doing so being 'dangerous ghost in the area' when it's clear that Phantom has it handled they don't even shoot at the attacking ghost they shoot at him which is so wrong on so many levels. the anti-ghost inventions they make seemed to even cause several attacks as well. Phantom already has enough on that his plate with the ghost attacks being 24/7.( Poor guy looks exhausted and burnt out) He doesn't need to have to hide/escape/be afraid from the people he's trying to protect. Hell even the red huntress(another vigilante) makes allies with him then shoots him in the back when the danger is over.

Looking closer at Phantom he has fluffy, soft, and thick white hair that seems to move like it's underwater; piercing, glowing, Lazarus green eyes; body type like Danny's but you can see more of the muscle and shape with his clothing being more skin tight, speaking of clothing he looks like he's wearing a hazmat suit with a symbol(a stylized D with a P in its negative space) postered on it and a utility belt. both the symbol and utility belt were added on later to the original suit which seems to resemble the ones the Fenton adults wear constantly

Actually Phantom looks a lot like Danny in general. . .

And Phantom has been called 'halfa' by some of his rouges. . .

No. . .

OH NO

Phantom and Danny looks so similar because they are the same person!?! after looking at Danny's school absences, tardys, and straight up running out of the class with the ghost attacks they line up

Danny seamlessly shows up with injuries that phanton has gained from Ghost attacks (but they're also injuries that seems to come from something else). Danny is apparently known to run from ghost attacks and as soon as that happens Phantom comes around the corner. Phantom uses Fenton tech that has been modified from the original, which probably he did, another similarity to add between us. . .

Wait I can add being a vigilante/hero as a similarity between us as well!

SHIT! Phantom is a ghost, dead, not living, did my twin brother die at some point!?! Cuz he sure as hell wasn't born like that!?! It must have been the day the portal was open. from what I was able to gather he was the only one home that day and the portal spontaneously worked after failing at first. And about a week later the first official ghost attack happened.

Also what is all this shit about the Anti-Echo Acts and the GIW!?!?! A whole government branch dedicated to the horrendous sayings of the Fenton adults!?!?! It looks like a lot of the Ghost attacks are dying down because it's became too dangerous for them to be out there.

We probably wouldn't have even noticed about all bullshittery with the government and this town in pacifically if if it wasn't for danny coming here.

. . . . .

Danny is here.

He is Phantom.

He said he was forced to be here.

He was forced into leaving his town.

The town that is attacking him at every corner.

With a support system that seems to be nonexistent.

And from looking at the old videos/photos he was learning everything from scratch.

With barely any appreciation for the things he does.

With the government trying to dissect him ( the fuck)

So logically after taking down the government and shutting down the portal if possible ( don't know if Danny needs it or if they environment has changed too much) Amity Park wouldn't need a hero if there's nothing to do there.

plus with their treatment of obvious heroes they could deal with their shit themselves, how does he deal with that I don't know.

They wouldn't mind if Phantom stays in Gotham would they? Probably not.

Oh well

He should probably start that welfare check now he'll do a more thorough investigation with the government later, twin brother priority right now.

" Drake, where are you going? You can't just say all of that and leave! Drake!!"

Yup welfare check

(think I'm getting better at writing shit!)

[lady-lostmind]

ASK DAD

Written for @steddiebingo Kissing Booth Prompt: Daddy Kink

Rating: E | WC: 543

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing!!

It starts as a joke. One Eddie leans into because it’s funny. Steve is always so annoyed when the group calls him mom. Anytime he puts his hands on his hips, or objects to an idea that’s sure to end in someone getting hurt and without fail one of them says, ‘Okay, mom.’ And Steve rolls his eyes, completely fed up with all of them. 

It’s Robin’s fault, really. She’s the one who started all this. Steve and Eddie had just started dating and she asked Steve if they could stop for ice cream driving back from the movies. Steve scoffed, saying he’d had enough ice cream for a lifetime and Robin groaned, immediately turning to Eddie. “Fine, I’ll ask dad instead.” 

They all laughed, and it absolutely worked because fuck if Eddie was saying no ice cream, and it stuck. It spread. It became a huge joke across the whole group. Steve and Eddie are mom and dad. If mom says no, go ask dad. It’s funny. Hilarious, even. 

Until it’s really not.

Until Steve says it once and it hits him like a lightning rod. 

The first time is a joke. Steve teasing him about being the dad. He’s been trying to get Eddie’s attention all night. To pull Eddie out of his creative hole to watch a movie with him. But Eddie had to finish the campaign he was working on. If he didn’t get it out now, he would lose it. 

Steve comes in with a huff and snatches his notebook away, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve been in here for hours, Eds.” 

Eddie holds his hand out. “Baby, please. I’ll be out soon. Just let me–” He leans forward trying to take the notebook back but Steve snatches it out of reach. 

Eddie sighs, his voice stern. “Steve–”

A mean little grin pulls at Steve’s mouth. “Uh-oh. Is daddy getting angry?”

He meant it as a joke. Eddie can tell because as soon as he clocks the blush that has spread over Eddie’s face his entire face fills with glee. “Oh–”

Eddie shakes his head, jumping up. “Nope– nope. Let's uh–” He turns the lamp off and grabs the notebook from Steve, tossing it on his desk. “You wanted to watch a movie, right?” 

Steve closes his mouth, trying to hide the menacing smirk still plastered there. “Yeah. Let's watch a movie.” 

It’s been weeks. Eddie is sure the motifying reaction he had has been forgotten. That Steve took mercy on him and let it go. 

He should have known better.

He should have known Steve was just biding his time. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 

Eddie slams into Steve again, groaning loudly when he pushes back against him, wiggling his hips and pushing closer to the edge. Eddie grabs his hips roughly, trying to pin him in place so he can drag this out a little longer not wanting to–

“Oh, fuck me Daddy.” 

Eddie cums. Hard, and with no warning, his body shuddering against Steve’s as he slumps over him with a heavy moan. “What the fuck? Oh my–” 

Steve chuckles beneath him, looking over his shoulder with a shit eating grin.

Eddie shakes his head. “You did that on purpose.”

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Hitch, 2005

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 8.2k

Notes: It’s…. Not going great right now😂😂 things are actually hilariously bad and they’re going to get so much more worse before they’re better. I apologize to my friends and people who read my work because I haven’t been talking to anyone or putting anything out and like it all around just kinda ✨sucks✨ so I’m sorry, anyway I hope you guys like this one!

Eddie fixes his tie in the mirror, a freaking tie. He isn’t sure why he agreed to this, actually when Buck legitimately got on his knees and begged him to do this double date with him and Tommy he didn’t really have a choice. 

It was Valentine’s Day and Tommy had gotten them a reservation at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, he’d pulled some strings, called in a couple of favors, and got him and Buck a rooftop terrace gardeny type shit exclusive table! 

And then his little sister popped in for a visit. 

No matter how hard she begged to stay home, Tommy roped her into coming anyway because there was no way he was leaving her alone on Valentine’s Day. As much as Buck wanted a romantic dinner, he wanted to include her more. So Tommy called and asked for a table for four instead, and they agreed to it. 

Which is when Buck came to Eddie’s door, crying and pleading for him to come with them and that he’d pay for absolutely everything. 

And how could he pass up a free meal? 

“Make sure you grab the flowers” Buck comes up next to him, messily tying his tie, and Eddie smirks.

“I will” 

“And remember, she’s shy okay? So try not to be so…. I don’t know, really sexy Mexican guy! Try to be like…conventionally attractive but easy-going” 

Eddie yanks the end of Buck’s tie and he makes a weird hacking noise. 

“Would you just relax? I know you’re worried about being weird in front of Tommy. But he loves you, Buck, he already knows you’re weird” 

“Oh haha you’re so funny” He sticks his tongue out “Besides, It’s…it’s not him I’m worried about” 

“So what is it?” Eddie fixes his hair in the mirror and Buck grabs the comb right out of his hands and starts fixing the sides of his hair 

“That’s his sister. And not just any sister, his little sister! Her opinion means a lot to him. Her opinion is the law! What if she doesn’t like me? What if that’s why she didn’t want to come?? What if she already hates me?” 

He stares into the mirror, spiraling and thinking about all the things that could go wrong and Eddie shakes his head, leaning against the vanity and smiling. 

“You know none of that’s gonna happen right?” 

“Even the part where there’s an elephant stampede because I tripped over the gate and he gets trampled to death and she blames me and I go to jail for involuntary manslaughter???” 

Eddie has to take a slow, deep breath. He lets his head tilt back and he quietly counts to five before turning back to him and putting his hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Especially, that part Buck.” 

The doorbell rings a half hour later and Buck lets out a weird gurgling noise and jumps off the couch. 

“I’m not ready!! " he calls out while running back to the bedroom, and Eddie rolls his eyes and pushes off the couch.

“You are ready so get your shit together so we aren’t late!” 

He opens the door, expecting to see Tommy there but he’s a little surprised when he has to look down.

Well, fuck. 

Tommy is coming up the walkway with two stupid-sized bouquets and you’re standing at the door, your hands laced behind your back. But that’s not what gets his attention, no it’s you. 

He can tell those shoes are new from the way they shine, like gorgeous red rubies. They wrap around your ankles and have precious little bows on the backs of them. His eyes trail over your full figure and the way the little black dress hugs your body, he can feel a pull in the pit of his stomach at the way the square neck pushes your breasts together and he likes the way the bow in your hair matches the bow on your shoes. 

“Hi,” He says, and…he knows he’s been caught staring by the way a pretty blush appears on your cheeks you look away from him and he doesn’t even bother hiding the blush on his cheeks.

“Hi,” you mumble and he melts at how soft and sweet your voice is. He’s so busy trying to remember his own name that he doesn’t notice Tommy coming up behind you, or the way his jaw sets just a little. 

“Eddie? You gonna let us in??” 

“Oh uh- shit yeah sorry. I - sorry. Anyway, welcome to my home” He steps aside, ushering you both in and you come in, your shoes thudding softly against the hardwood and sending a thrill through his body.

“You have a nice place,” You say, looking at the photos of friends and family he has lining the cabinet in the entryway he smiles and runs a nervous hand through his hair.

“Thanks… I uh- tried to clean up a bit when I heard you two were coming to pick us up”

“Speaking of,” Tommy looks around “Where’s my Evan?” 

You gag a little and Eddie immediately decides he likes you… even if you know he’d already decided that the second he saw you.

“He’s in the spare - sorry he’s in “his” room. He’s kinda nervous” 

“Why would he be nervous?” Tommy’s tone is immediately worried and Eddie gives a little nod toward you. 

“Oh. I’ll be right back” he hands Eddie one of the bouquets and chuckles 

“From us, to you, our Valentine” He winks and kisses his cheek and Eddie gives him a side hug 

“Thanks, man, happy Valentine’s Day, and thank you for dragging me along” 

“It was our pleasure!” 

Tommy heads back to Buck’s room, leaving you two alone and that’s, fun. You stand in the middle of the room awkwardly for a minute, your hands clasped behind your back. 

“So uh-“ he clears his throat, toying with one of the roses “I didn’t know Tommy had a sister. Where are you from?” 

He gestures for you to follow him to the kitchen and you do, he hesitates for a second, deciding to just be forward, and grabs your hips, helping you get up onto the counter next to the sink. You squeak when he lifts you, his fireman’s strength is no joke and he smirks a little before kneeling to look under the cabinet for a vase. You bite your lip when he unbuttons the cuffs and folds them up, he winks and your cheeks light on fire. You clear your throat and look anywhere but him.

“I was born in Minnesota before I was shipped off to my grandmothers and moved here to California. After she died I was put into foster care where Tommy’s family adopted me. He was already 18 when they got me so we weren’t together for very long, but he was the sweetest big brother ever” 

Eddie listens to your story, staring into the glass while it fills with water. That explained the sun-kissed brown skin, the rich honey color he wanted to drag his tongue over and leave pretty bruises behind. 

“Eddie?? I think that’s enough water” 

He blinks a couple of times and comes back to the water overflowing from the vase and spilling over his hands. 

“Shit” He curses quietly and shuts off the tap, he shakes out his hand and pours out a little bit. You hand him the flower food with a little snicker and he sticks his tongue out before pouring it in and grabbing some shears from the drawer next to him. 

“Just keep a pair of clippers on hand huh?” You look at them and he rolls his eyes, pruning the bottoms 

“You wait until May” He nods his head toward the window and you turn to look out “That garden is gonna be sprouting”

“May huh? I’ll make sure to plan a visit down here” 

You help him arrange the roses in a comfortable silence, he gives your thigh little nudges and you poke him back with the toe of your heels. He’s smiling the entire time and every time he looks up so are you. Even your teeth are pretty to him, which, is weird okay it sounds weird but you have pretty teeth. You have naturally pouty lips and a cute button nose… you’re just too much for him and nothing even happened yet. 

“I wonder what’s taking them so long” You work off a thorn and drop the stem in the vase and he scoffs. 

“Trust me, you don’t want to know. I’m gonna have to like, burn those sheets” 

You giggle as he makes a face and gags then grabs a towel to dry his hands with

“What was Buck so nervous about anyway? Tommy said he was pretty outgoing” 

Eddie takes your hands, drying them for you and taking extra care to dry off your rings too 

“He’s actually nervous about meeting you, don’t tell him I told you.” Eddie sets the towel down and places his hands on the counter on either side of your thighs, you lean back a little against the cabinets as you think 

“Why in the world would he be nervous about meeting me?? Im- me!!” You hold your arms out and Eddie smiles, leaning in a little closer and you’ve got nowhere to run. Just the way he likes it. 

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know you’re “you” yet. He just wants to impress you… he’s really into Tommy. I’ve never seen him this serious before, not to mention he’s literally never mentioned you before, at least not to me. I for sure would have remembered you” 

You blush a little as you look into those deep brown eyes, you turn your head to look away and pretend to look at the ceiling. 

“You uh- would have remembered me? Why do you say that?” You mumble and look down quickly, playing with the hem of your dress. Eddie hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Oh, I’d remember everything he told me about a gorgeous little thing like you” You feel his hand on your thigh, he just lightly places it there and your heart skips a beat. His eyes trail shamelessly over the glittery body oil you’d accentuated your look with and he wonders slightly if you taste as good as you look. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” 

Is he laying it on thick? Oh yeah definitely. But it’s Valentine’s Day and he’s got a pretty girl on his counter, who’s shy and quiet and it’s making his confidence shoot through the roof. Every giggle, every blush, every word he pulls from you is a win in his book. 

“Hmm no I don’t think you have” you mutter coyly and it takes everything in him not to just kiss you. He can just feel Tommy throwing him into the nearest body of water already. 

“You are positively,” He kisses your hand 

“Wonderfully” He kisses your nose 

“Stunningly” He kisses your forehead 

“Beautiful” 

His eyes flit down to your lips and he’s sure you can hear his heart slamming in his chest. The rhythm matches yours when your eyes find his lips as well. He’s smirking when you look into his eyes again and you lean forward just the littlest bit, giving him all the permission he needs.

Your eyes flutter closed as his lips hover mere inches from yours, you can feel the warmth of his breath splashing over your cheeks and you’re ready, you’re seriously going to kiss this God of a man you’ve only known for about 45 minutes and absolutely nothing in your body is telling you to stop.

Beat that Disney.

“Hey guys we’re ready to-“

“Jeez- Evan what-“ 

Buck stops hard when walking into the kitchen and Tommy smacks into him. He whirls around fast and pushes against his chest. 

“Sorry I realized I wasn’t done” 

He wraps his arms around his neck and you and Eddie can hear the sound of Buck giving him the nastiest kiss. Eddie helps you down from the counter and you slap your hands over your ears. 

“MY BRAINNNN” you scream dramatically and melt into Eddie’s chest and he holds you against him, hoping you can’t feel the way he appreciates your tits pressed into his chest 

“THE HORROR” He wails with you and you both hear Tommy laugh. He comes around the corner with Buck in tow, who’s blushing like a madman while giving Eddie an extremely pointed look.

Because he wants his friend to get it but can he please not get it when he has to meet his boyfriend’s sister for the first time? 

Tommy leads him over to you and Eddie where apparently you’ve found yourself very comfortably sticking to, your arms are around his waist and he’s got his arms on your shoulders now.

“Am I interrupting something?” He blinks plainly, his face a completely blank slate and you pull away from Eddie, swallowing thickly and giving him a little smile

“We were just consoling each other over the loss of our sanity” 

“Uh-huh”

The playful smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and Eddie knows he’s semi fucked. But he looks at you and the way that dress clings to your hips… and he doesn’t care if he’s royally fucked as long as it’s a chance with you. 

“Anyway, there’s someone I want you to meet. Y/N, this is my boyfriend, Evan.” 

Buck comes around and holds out his hand and you let go of Eddie, reaching for it.

“It’s just Buck, but it’s really nice to meet you” he shakes your hand vigorously and Tommy wraps his arms around his waist, grabbing his wrist calmly. 

“She wants to keep her arm babe” 

You giggle as he releases your hand, with a light blush on his cheeks “Sorry I- I’m just kinda nervous I guess” 

“You don’t need to be” Your smile seems to calm him down a bit and Tommy feels him finally start to relax “I’ve been really excited about meeting you, my brothers told me so much about you!” 

“Hopefully all good things” Buck’s voice cracks a little and Eddie snorts, earning a glare from him 

“Of course! I think all the jobs you’ve had are really cool” You smile up at him and Eddie knows that’s the exact moment Buck falls in love with you, he smiles back at you, and kind of bends down to your height a little 

“Why thank you, I’ve learned a lot over the years. Shall we?” He holds his arm out and you take it, giggling as he leads you out the kitchen and Tommy looks over at Eddie 

“Did she just steal my date???” 

“I’m pretty sure she just stole your entire evening” 

Much to everyone’s dismay, it turns out that you and Buck get along really freaking well. He decides to sit in the backseat with you and you’re literally whispering in each other’s ear the entire way to the restaurant. You’re both snickering and trying to hold back full laughs, and every time Tommy catches Buck’s eye in the mirror he snorts and you both have to try and keep it in.

He’s immediately regretting introducing you two. 

Eddie watches you in the mirror occasionally and he knows that it’s stupid, and it doesn’t make sense and you literally almost kissed. But he’s jealous of the way you lean into Buck’s side when he tells you something stupid, he’s jealous of the way you fall all over him every time you can’t help but burst laughing and he’s jealous of the completely innocent way that Buck’s hand occasionally brushes your bare thighs. 

Tommy pulls up to the valet and gets out, he opens the door for Buck with a little glare and Buck just snorts, he puts his hand on his hip, pulls him a little closer, and kisses him and Tommy’s grumpy attitude vanishes. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day” He whispers. 

Eddie opens your door for you and you hop out, brushing the front of your dress out a little, you take a step to the side and he puts his arm around your waist and shuts the door.

“You two have a good laugh?” 

“Sure did! We started a secret club, we’re gonna make a handshake for it later” 

“Of course you did” 

Once inside, the four of you are led up to the roof and your mouth drops open as soon as the elevator doors open. This place is set up like it’s straight out of a movie, from the fairy lights strung up around the perimeter to the rose petals creating a walkway to a table set with candles, a bottle of champagne on ice, and probably the fanciest napkins you’ve ever seen in your life.

The live music is a punch to the gut, the violins really bring on the waterworks. This is beautiful, this is trying to deeply impress someone level, and as you look up at Buck, watching him pull Tommy in for a shy kiss with little tears pricking in the corner of his eyes… you turn to Eddie, who’s already whispering to the man who’d brought you upstairs and you know he’s thinking the exact same thing.

Tommy and Buck are in their own world for a minute and Eddie tugs on your elbow to pull you to the side. 

“So there’s a cancellation and a table open downstairs” 

“Oh thank god”

“I know right?! Do you see how romantic this is?!” 

“Yes!!” you gesture wildly “How could he think it was okay to bring us?!” 

“What was he thinking?!” 

“What’s going on you two?” Tommy turns to look at you and Eddie, who is currently slowly backing up toward the elevator and leaving you to break it to him 

“Eddie and I got a table downstairs” You glare back at Eddie and he winks 

“You guys what? No, it’s okay, Buck, and I want you here” 

Eddie now grabs your waist and slowly backs you up with him. You place your hands over his and shake your head 

“I love you so much Tommy and it was so sweet of you guys to invite us along… but this is for you okay? This needs to be about you two. You and Buck are gonna have an amazing time” 

“I-if you’re sure?” He runs a hand uneasily through his hair and behind him, Buck clasps his hands together pleading with the two of you to get lost

“Oh we’re so sure” Eddie laughs and pulls you into the elevator with him “You two have fun!” 

Buck wraps his arms around Tommy’s waist and pulls him into his chest 

“We will!! Hey uh, Eddie? You want me to send you money for an Uber?” 

“Yea, don’t worry Tommy I’ll take care of y/n tonight!” 

“Wait I’m not so su-“

The doors close and you slump against Eddie who slumps against the wall 

“…So that would have been so weird” 

“Kyle” hits the ground floor button and you throw your hands in the air 

“That’s what we’re saying!!!”

It turns out Eddie is wonderful company, he’s got you laughing and you’ve got him snorting into his champagne glass and trying not to laugh like an idiot and disturb everyone around you. 

The table you’d gotten is tucked into a corner next to the window, you can see the busy L. A street as they start to calm down, it’s a cozy little table, and incredibly romantic. Eddie moved your chair right next to his when he pulled it out for you and you blushed at the intimate proximity he’d created. As if going to a romantic dinner on Valentine’s Day could have been any more intimate than it already was. 

“Oh my god” Eddie is trying not to choke on champagne and you’re sinking into your chair with your hands over your face, trying to stifle the giggles. You’d told the most embarrassing Tommy story you knew. The time he’d gotten locked out of the locker room at work and had to run to find the chief in just a towel. His coworkers had sent you a ton of pictures that Eddie now owned as well. 

You’re both wiping tears from your eyes when you finally sit up and clear your throat, Eddie holds his sides, still giggling and you reach for the nearly empty bottle of champagne and refill your glasses. You put his up to his lip and he takes a small sip before taking it from you.

“Good girl” He winks and you feel your cheeks turn pink, you’re hoping he doesn’t notice it, maybe just thinks it’s the champagne. But you can see the twinkle in his eye when he notices you squeeze your thighs together just slightly and he slowly sets your drink down. 

“So, we’ve made fun of Tommy. We’ve made fun of Buck… I don’t know how I got mixed in, but I did. But you know what?” He runs the tip of his finger along the rim of his glass 

“We haven’t really talked much about you” 

“Me? What about me?” You feel a little uneasy and he reaches under the table, placing a hand over yours 

“Oh! I just wanted to get to know you, you know? It’s nice to make new friends. I’ve always made them easily, it’s just keeping them I sometimes have problems with”

“Oh?” You tilt your head and he laces your fingers together and puts his arm over the back of your chair 

“Sometimes I get in my own head you know? I don’t let people in… and that’s kind of left me alone more often than not” 

Your heart breaks for him and you smile softly 

“Whaddaya wanna know?” 

“How about we start easy?” He smiles back “You have any pets?” 

That gets your attention and you perk up, turning toward him 

“I’m so glad you asked that” 

You pull out your phone and excitedly show him pictures of your rabbit, Saturn. He fawns all over her immediately, the sweet little brown bunny seems to be the star of your life and he absolutely eats it up. 

You show him video after video and he makes you send him pictures of her and nearly convinces you to take him to Tommy’s house when he finds out that she’s there right now.

“Bro” you shake your head as he stares into her little black eyes “There’s no way in hell we’re going back to Tommy’s tonight” 

“But- bunny” He holds your phone up with a little pout and you coo at his sweet face and lean over to kiss his nose.

“Aww Pobrecito” You squish his face and he leans into your palms “Tomorrow! I promise”

You’re not sure when the conversation turned kind of naughty, but you can’t help but cackle at all his stupid dirty jokes. Maybe it was when you were telling him about the size of the cucumber you’d grown… or maybe it was when you said you would deep-throat a whole-ass mango if you could because they were your favorite.

Either way, Eddie is whispering dirty things into your ear and whilst they may be funny… they’re beginning to start a fire in your belly. 

“I’m so serious, I found out in the worst way possible that Buck is packin’ okay?” He gags a little and you nod along deliriously, trying not to snort 

“What about you huh?” You say playfully, nudging his shoulder and he stops a little, looking into your hazy eyes, and smirks 

“Wouldn’t you like to know” 

“We’re friends, right? Friends share dick sizes Eddie they just do” 

“You know… you’re not the first person to say that to me” 

You turn and laugh into his shoulder and he laughs with you, holding you closer and running his fingers down your arm 

“Hey! That tick-“

Your breath gets caught in your throat when he places your hand over his cock, you look up at him and he strokes your palm against it. You gasp as it hardens underneath your fingertips and you swallow thickly feeling just how large he is

“Any other questions baby girl?” 

You shake your head fast and he smirks, before leaning down and placing a kiss on your neck.

“Well, I have one or two. Can I ask ‘em?”

You nod and he lets go of your hand, grinning when you leave it on his cock, and slides his hand up your torso and over your chest. 

“Do you like wearing necklaces?” You feel his fingers splay across your throat before wrapping around it squeezing lightly. He likes the little cross-eyed expression on your face when you gasp out for air. 

“Well?” He squeezes a little to get your attention and you come back to him 

“Uh-huh” 

“Oh good, so do I! I have this very nice gold chain my tia gave me when I was maybe 15” 

You’re hardly listening to him, you’re really more focused on the hand around your throat and the way he squeezes lightly, just enough to make you dizzy and send the champagne buzzing happily down between your legs.

“You ready to get out of here?” He asks you quietly and all you can do is stare at him. He chuckles lightly and lets go of you, but keeps the hand on your neck.

“Hey, sugar? You in there?” 

You blush and nod at him, something that was apparently the only freaking thing you could do this entire night and he smiles. 

“Alright cool, I’ll order our Uber” 

A half-hour later, you and Eddie stumble your way out to the Uber, he keeps his arm around your waist tightly and you wrap your arm around his neck. 

He’d done what he’d seemed to be doing all night and did another 180, acting like the last half hour of your conversation hadn’t even happened, now he was back to telling his corny dad jokes. 

He had a stupid amount of fire jokes. 

He opens the door for you and you fall in, taking him with you. You both erupt in giggles and he helps you up and swings your legs into the car. He flops into the car and you pull him in awkwardly climb over him and shut the door. 

“Are you both in?” Your driver, Milo chuckles and you give him a little thumbs up over the back of the seat 

“We’re in!!” 

“Is it too much to ask you to buckle up?” 

You look at Eddie in a heap underneath you and at the seatbelts

“Uhhhh I think we can try. We can try right?” 

“We can try” Eddie agrees and you get off of him and sit awkwardly in your seat. Eddie gets on his hands and knees and reaches for your belt, he pulls it way too far out and tries to click it in. He spends a good 30 seconds just trying to get it in the buckle and by then you’re losing it. 

“Shut up! Shut- up!! Im close” 

“That’s what she said” you cackle and he smacks your thigh. You hear Milo upfront snicker and you squeal. 

“See!! He thinks I’m funny!!!” 

“Oh yeah you’re just a barrel of laughs” Eddie pulls away and his face is so close to yours, that you can feel his breath fan across your face, and smell the peach champagne on his lips. His eyes flit down to yours and you’re right back in the same position from earlier. 

Only no annoying brother is going to interrupt you… 

You scoot forward and he easily clips himself into the middle seat

“We’re ready,” he says distractedly and the car starts moving. He moves your legs into his lap and you slowly wrap your arms around his neck 

“This is cozy,” You say quietly and he runs his hand over your thigh, squeezing lightly 

“Very cozy” 

“Can we…can we do something” You whisper and he smirks, running his hand under your dress and higher up your thighs 

“You into voyeurism sweet girl?… didn’t really peg you as the type” 

You punch him in the chest and he leans his head down and laughs into your shoulder 

“That’s not what I meant!!! I just…I wanted to make out” you mumble as your cheeks turn pink and Eddie pulls away to look at you again

“Sorry, honey I don’t think I quite heard that, you wanna run it by me again?”

Your cheeks burn right through to the freaking bone and you roll your eyes 

“I said… do you want to make out” You say it a little louder and he grins wickedly 

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask”

He closes the distance between you, finally capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It's not gentle or sweet like you’d been expecting- no, this kiss is hungry and demanding, full of all the pent-up desire he's been feeling since he first laid eyes on you since Tommy had interrupted what was gonna be your first kiss.

He kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to like you’re the air he needs to breathe. His tongue laps at your mouth, exploring every inch of you, wanting to claim you as his own. He nips at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue before kissing you again.

You try to keep up with him, with his roaming hands and absolutely sinful tongue but it’s almost too much, and soon you’re moaning as he wraps his hand around your neck, pinning you against the door, and takes what he wants from you. 

His fingers slide higher and higher and you just feel them brush teasingly against your panties when the car suddenly comes to a stop. 

“Here we are!” 

To his credit, Milo kept the music sort of loud and the windows down to drown out the noises you were making, that Eddie totally was eating up and egging you on more and more. He pulls away from you, admiring your kiss-swollen lips and the dazed look in your eyes. 

“Let’s get you inside Princess”

“Thank you for tonight… I wouldn’t have minded staying alone, but this was really nice” 

Eddie has his arm over the back of the couch, his hand is laid on your thigh and you smile up at him, leaning back against the couch. He takes a sip of his champagne and sets the glass down on the coffee table. You’d both sobered up a bit after your make-out session and decided to keep the party going back at his place, it was nice to just relax and let go.

Even if it drove Eddie crazy the way you shyly came into his home and said you needed to use the bathroom and managed to hide away from him for a good 15 minutes just to gather yourself. He’d taken the liberty of setting out more drinks and impatiently waited for you to come back to him. 

“I should be thanking you, you’re a lot of fun to be around… how long are you staying in town?” 

“As long as Tommy wants me around, I’m sure he’ll get sick of me at some point” You hand Eddie your glass and he puts it down next to his 

“If he kicks you out you’re welcome here, I’ve got a spare room” His fingers trail over your thigh and you blush, scooting a little closer to him. Strawberry champagne looks good on you, he thinks as he watches your cheeks turn pink.

“Wanna see it? You know, decide if you’d even like to hang out here?” 

“Sure!” 

Eddie gets up from the couch and reaches out for you, he takes your hands and squeezes them before pulling you up into his chest. You stumble a little and giggle and he cups your face. 

“You okay?” 

“Just a little tipsy” You hum, leaning against him and he smooths his thumbs over your cheeks, enjoying the way your pretty eyelashes fluttered closed for a second 

“Yeah… I know what you mean” he leans down and kisses your eyelids, your breath fans across his face lightly and he bites his lip, looking down at yours. 

“Come on…” he squeezes your hand and leads you back to the spare room. He flicks on the lights and you peek around his shoulder, it’s painted a very pale blue and the linens match the curtains. 

“My Tia helped with decorating” he answers your questioning look and you step into the room, doing a little spin and walking over to the large full-length mirror.

“I like it, it’s nice” 

Eddie stands behind you and you look at him in the mirror, you shudder and sigh softly when his warm hands cup your shoulders. His fingers dance over your skin, down your arms, and turn you around to face him. 

“Nice huh? You haven’t even tried the bed, what if you don’t like it?”

“Oh that’s true…”

He walks backward, taking you with him, and sits down on the bed. You stall for a second before climbing into his lap and straddling him. He holds your hips and you place your hands on his chest, slowly pushing him down.

Eddie grins, running his thumbs over your hips and you smirk 

“It kinda looks like you’re the one trying to bed right now” 

“Hmmm… yeah I guess you have a point. We should fix that” 

He rolls over with you and settles between your thighs, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you 

“You know? This isn’t actually that bad, like this bed is super comfy” 

“S’why I picked it” 

You let out a soft moan, feeling his lips connect with your neck. He swirls his tongue, tasting your buttery soft skin, and moans with you. You start to work at the buttons on his shirt and he smirks, sucking on your pulse point while your fingers shake. 

“Aren’t you an eager little thing?” He teases, and you feel his hands on your thighs, pushing your dress up around your hips 

“Uh-huh, you’re sure talkin’ a whole lotta shit for someone who got me into their bed” 

“Why don’t we both be whores?” 

You toss your head back and laugh and he snickers against your neck and rolls his hips against yours and you both groan. He reaches down and you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. 

“What’re you doing?” You whisper and he kisses your cheek 

“I don’t want to ruin these pants, getting suits cleaned isn’t that easy”

You snicker and prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him pull away for a minute and shuck off his pants, he leaves them on the chair in the corner for a second and you giggle, watching him take off his shirt too. 

He comes back over, taking your ankle and kissing the inside of it. He trails kisses down your thigh and starts to bend down, settling your thighs over his shoulders. 

“I plan on taking my time with you pretty girl… wanna take you on dates, wanna see these pretty, thick thighs splayed across my front seat”

He buries his face between your legs, nudging his nose against your soaked panties, and inhales slowly, he drags his tongue over the pathetic patch of cotton and sucks on them.

“So fucking good” He grinds his hips into the bed and you arch your back and push his face closer. He looks up at you and hooks his finger in your panties like he’s giving you the option to tell him to stop.

But the blissed-out look on your face and the hazy shade to your eyes just spurs him on. He pulls them away, moaning at the sticky tendrils that come with them and before you can even react to the cool air he’s already on you. 

He eats you like a man starved and you cry out, putting your hand on his head and tugging on his hair. 

“Jesus you taste even better than I ever imagined” 

He moans into your pussy and brings a hand up to hold onto your thigh, keeping it over his shoulder and pressing soft kisses against your skin. He looks up at you, holding your gaze with smoldering eyes and you can practically feel the gush between your legs 

“You wanna ride my face baby? Wanna feel you grind that pretty little cunt on my lips until you cum” 

“O-oh my-“

Before you can even respond you’re shrieking as he rolls you both over. He purposely wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you in place so you can't run, even when you try. He slaps your ass and you jolt, making him moan underneath you. 

“Come on Sugar, use me”

It’s the way his voice breaks when he says that, the little hint of a desperate whine that drives you to move your hips. You grip his hair and let your head fall forward, you gasp out and he hums between your legs. 

“That’s it baby” He coaxes “Grab it like you mean it” 

You pull his hair harder and he groans appreciatively

Eddie leans in and places a soft kiss right on your clit, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves.

His hands squeeze your ass, helping to guide your movements as he encourages you and you’re lost on him. You haphazardly reach for the headboard and brace yourself as you grind on his face. He moans beneath you and spreads your cheeks enough to drag his thumb over your puckered hole. 

“Whaaat the fuck are you doing??” You keep rolling your hips and brushing your clit against his nose, you can feel his finger on you but you’re too hot and flustered to pay too much attention to what he’s doing, besides whatever he’s doing feels good anyway 

He makes a muffled answer kind of noise because it's not like he can exactly answer you for real at the moment, but you get the gist of his “just let it happen” When his tongue swirls sinfully through your folds and your back is arching deeper against his mouth. 

“E-Eddie wait I’m gonna cum please let me down please pl-“

Eddie drags your hips away from his mouth just enough to glare at you

“I came here prepared to drown Y/N. I’m a firefighter, you think I can’t handle gushing water?” 

You bark out a laugh and he shoves you back over his mouth and you shriek, your hands reaching out for the headboard and he smacks your ass, squeezing your full cheeks in his hands. He moans underneath you and pushes his fingers inside you at the same time and you finish, your hips grinding down on his mouth while he drinks your juices.

Your head falls back with a soft opened mouth gasp, stars exploding behind your eyes. He works his fingers in and out of your ass while sucking hard on your clit and you reach down with one hand, trying to push him away. 

“S-stop!” You writhe on his mouth and he hooks his arm around your waist, pinning you down to him so you can’t get away from him. He works you through another earth-shattering orgasm and you slump forward against the headboard, crying into it as your thighs shake around his face. 

He pulls his fingers away and pushes you down off his mouth, gasping loudly while reaching for your waist to steady himself. 

“Jesus fucking Christ you taste good” He licks at the wetness on your torso and you whine and try to shuffle back down his body. He snickers and keeps you sat on his chest for a bit, rubbing his face against your breasts and you flick his forehead. 

“Quit being a perv and let me go!” 

He rolls his tongue over your nipple and you shudder when he bites down gently, sucking it between his lips.

“Cállate, corazón” 

Your mouth drops open and he chuckles, pulling away with a wet pop! And bringing you down his torso like you’d asked 

“Did you just tell me to shut up??” You narrow your eyes when he brings you face-to-face with him

“No? I don’t know what you’re talking about” 

He turns you both over and wraps his arms tightly around you then nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling your lingering perfume and the distinct scent of sex that clings to your body. 

“I feel like you’re lying” You look at his closed eyes and the corner of his mouth twitches upward. 

“Shhhh, go to sleep” 

He blindly runs his hand down your face and you groan, batting at his hands and snuggling into his chest. 

“Asshole” You mumble and he places a soft kiss on your shoulder

“Mhmmm sure am” 

Eddie rolls over the next morning, reaching for you but he comes up with an empty bed. His eyes pop open and sure enough, you aren’t there, he sits up slowly, wiping at his eyes and sighing as he reaches for his phone. Buck has sent at least 25 texts… because that’s just him and Tommy has left a couple, asking about you how you’re doing, and when he should come get you.

He answers those ones first, telling him that he’ll bring you home later and that he and Buck should enjoy their day together, then he wades through the smut Buck sent him.

Wow! He’s so glad he could know Tommy’s EXACT size. 

A little knock at the door gets his attention and he looks up 

“Come in??” 

You push open the door with your shoulder and he holds back a groan. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts, it sticks to your curves and doesn’t quite fit over your hips. It stretches across your breasts and he can see your dark nipples through the white fabric. 

“H-hi” he awkwardly shifts a pillow into his lap, watching you bring a tray into the bedroom. 

“I made you breakfast, it was the least I could do after you let me stay the night…” 

You set the tray down, breakfast for two and he takes it so you can climb into bed with him. 

“Personally I feel like the eating I did last night was payment enough but whatever, not that any thanks were necessary” 

You whack his chest and he snickers and wraps his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

“Thank you, this was really nice of you” He nuzzles his nose into your neck and you blush, trying to push him away. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Eat your pancakes!” 

He pushes your hands down and holds them in place while he kisses your neck. 

“No really! This was sweet of you princess” He growls and you melt a little, your cheeks flushing. 

“Sooo sweet and domestic of you” He mumbles in your ear, nipping at your lobe “My good girl got her pussy eaten… so she made me breakfast” 

Your jaw drops and your mouth gapes open and shut while you try and process his freaking sentence. 

“I- no that’s- no I”

“That’s a little submissive of you don’t you think? You want me to tell you how proud I am of you?” He trails his fingers over your arm and your eyes nearly pop out of your head 

“You did such a good job baby girl, these look so good. I bet you just put your whole heart into it didn’t you?” 

You blink slowly, processing what just happened and definitely not processing why it stoked a very distinct fire in your belly. He finally pulls away and cuts out a piece from the stack, he falls back into the pillows as he chews and moans. 

“Dude what the fuck” He takes another bite and does a little happy wiggle “These are good” 

“It's a family recipe” You breathe out, coming back down from Neptune and into the adorable two-bedroom home, where you’re currently sharing a bed with a sort of stranger who took his time with you last night. 

“Buck is basically my brother, and Tommy is his boyfriend and they’re probably gonna get married so I really feel like that makes me family” 

“Or you could just marry me” You snort take the other fork and dig in 

“I was gonna say that, but I thought it would freak you out” He cheeses and it makes you roll your eyes 

“Right…right because whatever you just pulled on me wasn’t going to freak me out, but you know asking me to marry you after the first date? That’s crazy” 

“See! Now you’re getting it!” 

He holds a piece of bacon up to your mouth and you narrow your eyes and take a bite, you reach out for your juice and he grabs it for you, tilting it up to your lips.

“I can-“

“I know you can. I want to do it for you” 

There’s no room for argument and you sip it, watching him watch you. His eyes trail over your jaw and down your neck, he tips the cup a little higher making you tilt your head back more to keep from drinking it too fast. He pulls the cup away slowly and looks back at you, those pretty brown eyes sparkling. 

“You know I wasn’t lying… when I said I wanted to take you out, wanted to take my time with you… or when I said you were absolutely welcome here. It wasn’t just the champagne talking”

“I know” You smile a little and look down at your eggs “I just… don’t know if it’s realistic. Last night was…good but I don’t live here Eddie, I literally live hours away” 

“So move here” He says it like it’s the easiest thing, like it’s a complete no-brainer. 

“I’m- are you joking?? Eddie, I can’t just pick up my life and come live here? That’s not… that’s not plausible”

“What’s holding you back? You already told me you didn’t have much there for you, Tommy is here, and Buck is here! And you love him already… and I mean, even if things about work between us? If there even is an us… I want to be your friend Y/N first and foremost. Even if you wanted to stop exploring whatever this?” he gestures between the two of you “Is?? I’d be happy just being your friend, and right now I’ve got the means for you to be here so… why not just take a chance?” 

You flop back in the pillows, considering what he’s said and he flies a little piece of bacon over to you again and you giggle. 

“Besides, my garden remember? I wanted you to see it in May and it’ll be a heck of a lot easier if you’re living here. Maybe we can even plant things together? Make it ours?” 

Ohhhh boy did he know how to bargain. Plants??? A garden?? It’s like he knew your heart already. 

“I can even put a nice chair out there for you, so you can read in the sun” 

He’s got this soft way with words, this really soft, really convincing… really-

“I’m gonna move here aren’t I?” 

“You can decorate this room however you want” 

“Tommy is gonna kill me” 

“You’re definitely going to have to share it with Buck” 

“Yeah I can see that” 

“But you’ll do it? You’ll move in with me?” 

Eddie is so eager to have you and it’s hard not to get excited with him, you sit back up and turn to him, and he mimics your stance, looking into your eyes in that deep way he always seems to look at you with 

“You promise that… that if things don’t work out between us… you won’t kick me out?” 

“I promise Y/N on my word, I do. I want to be your friend too honey… our relationship doesn’t have to just be whatever this is you know?” 

“Okay…okay. It would take some time to get everything together… I’d have to sell my apartment and get everything in order to be shipped here. Can I bring Saturn?? I should have asked that first, cause this ain’t goin’ nowhere if that little bunny isn’t with me”

“I’m not a monster” Eddie slaps his hand on his chest offendedly and you giggle “Of course that precious baby can come too. Hey! Why don’t we go on a date today hm? I’ll buy that little bunny whatever she needs to be comfortable here and we can get lunch” 

“I-I can’t ask you to do that” you stutter and he moves closer while pushing the tray away from you two. 

“You’re not asking, and neither am I ” 

He places his hand on your neck, gently pushing you backward onto the bed and you gulp, looking up at him. He squeezes lightly and nuzzles his face against yours then places a soft kiss on your cheek. 

“You’re going to make me very very happy  Princess. I just know it” 

You let out a shaky breath and he settles between your legs again just like last night 

“Whaddaya say princess… you want an encore?” 

You’re about to answer when your phone rings, Eddie reaches over you and grabs it, handing it to you, and then kisses his way down your body.

“Hi T-Tommy!” You take in a sharp breath as Eddie kisses the front of your panties and hooks his fingers in them 

“I have something to tell you” 

[maretinelli]

MY EMERGENCY CONTACT

Ollie Bearman X fem!reader

Summary: When Ollie is his girlfriend's emergency contact, but it seems like he's the one who needs an emergency contact.

Words: 4.0K+

Warnings: Funny, awkward couple (Ollie), mentions of lizards hahaha mention of explicit kissing, mention of Y/n's siblings, and injury. But the overall context is funny

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story. Based on that Tik Tok trend "my emergency contact" and the person appears doing the silliest thing in the world hahaha So I put some together and made several situations for the story.

MASTERLIST

The snow fell softly around them, creating a perfect backdrop for the disastrous adventure they were about to have. Ollie and Y/n walked hand in hand up the mountain, wearing thick winter clothes, goggles, and gloves to protect themselves from the cold. In their hands, they held their ski equipment, even though they had no idea how to actually use it.

"I don't see the need for any classes for this." Ollie said, with a tone of exaggerated confidence. "Just slide it down and you're done!"

Y/n let out an amused laugh, squeezing his hand. "Oh, sure, because it's that simple. I can already see you going down this mountain like a runaway doll."

"Exactly!" He smiled, clearly not getting the irony.

When they reached the top, Y/n headed towards the smaller track, but when she noticed that Ollie had stopped on the main one, she turned to him.

"Ollie, come on!" She called, adjusting her glasses.

"But this one looks more exciting!" He pointed to the larger track.

"Yeah, exciting for the audience who's going to see you go down that thing face first into the snow." She laughed a little. "Let's start on the smallest one, because in case you forgot, we don't know how to ski."

Ollie sighed, but relented, following behind her. "Okay, okay... But if I find out I'm a natural and wasted my time here, it's your fault!"

The smaller slope had a gentle slope and several children skiing with the help of their parents. Ollie watched the scene and smiled.

"Cool, let's learn to ski with five-year-olds." He joked.

"Yes, because at least they are humble enough to accept help." Y/n laughed, placing the equipment on the floor and starting to put it on.

Ollie did the same, trying to look confident but clearly still not understanding how it all worked. They were talking excitedly about the 'technique' they would use, but as soon as he put the skis on his feet, he began to slide slightly backwards.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Ollie exclaimed, waving his arms as if he were trying to fly.

Y/n caught his coat before he fell, laughing. "Relax, pilot, we're not in a race."

He rolled his eyes, but laughed along. With her help, he managed to balance himself and took the first step. It lasted two seconds. Enough to fall on your ass in the snow. Y/n, who almost lost her balance because of this, laughed out loud.

"So... skiing is just gliding, right?"

Still sitting in the snow, Ollie sighed.

"I think my theory was flawed." He stood up as if nothing had happened, trying to regain his dignity. "You have to bend your knees a little and lean forward."

"And where did you learn that?" Y/n arched an eyebrow.

"Instinct, love."

She laughed. "The same instinct that made you fall over like a rag doll?"

Ollie rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Trust me, I'll take care of you. Plus, I'm your emergency contact for anything."

"Wow, now I realize the real danger of this trip." Y/n laughed and raised her eyebrows below her glasses.

After a few tries, Y/n managed to move slowly across the track, reaching the other side. Ollie, determined to imitate her, pushed himself forward. At first, it worked. But soon he began to pick up too much speed.

"Y/n! How do you brake?!" He yelled.

"I don't know! You're the one who said you knew how to ski!"

Desperately, Ollie tried to throw himself to the ground to stop, but ended up sliding even faster. Out of control, he crashed directly into a snowman at the end of the track. When the snow settled, he was buried up to his neck, only his face sticking out, looking at Y/n with a defeated smile.

Y/n put her hands on her knees, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Little by little, she approached him to help.

"Are you okay? Or did your brain freeze along with all that snow?"

Ollie spat out some snow and smiled. "It's just my ego that's hurt."

Before Y/n could respond, a child came down the ski slope and stopped next to them, looking at Ollie curiously.

"The guy fell like a penguin!"

Y/n laughed even more, looking at the child. "Yeah, and that penguin is my emergency contact!"

Ollie laughed along, finally being pulled out of the snowdrift by his girlfriend. He looked at the destroyed snowman behind him and sighed.

"Okay, maybe I need some lessons."

••••••••••••••••••••••

The day had not been the best for Y/n at work, and the cherry on the cake was seeing the car start to lose power until it stopped completely. With a frustrated sigh, she looked at the dashboard and saw the reason: Out of gas.

"Oh, wonderful..." He mumbled, rolling his eyes as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. Mentally cursing himself for not having seen this before.

She turned on the car's alarm and grabbed her cell phone from her purse and, without thinking twice, called Ollie. He answered quickly.

"Hey love."

"Hey, Ollie... so, I need a rescue."

"What kind of rescue? Because if it's something like an action movie, I don't think I'm qualified."

"My car ran out of gas." She sighed. "I'm on the shoulder of the main road, near the harbor."

"Are you kidding?" On the other end of the line, Ollie laughed.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes, Oliver." She said a little harshly, making her boyfriend raise his eyebrows on the other end of the line, realizing that she had a bad day at work just by the tone of her voice.

"Okay, okay. Apologies! I'm leaving the apartment now. Don't move, peasant in distress, your gentleman is on his way!"

Y/n rolled her eyes but laughed a little before hanging up.

It was cold in the city, and after making sure the car's hazard lights were still on, he went outside, crossing his arms and blowing on his hands to warm himself. While he waited, he tried calling the tow truck and stayed on the phone until he received an estimated arrival time.

Huddling in her own coat, she felt the tiredness of the day weighing her down. All he wanted was to be in Ollie's apartment, in the warmth and comfort of a place that, in some ways, already felt like home.

Minutes later, he saw a familiar car turn the corner and stop right behind his. Ollie rolled down the vehicle's window with an amused smile.

"Here's your private ride."

Y/n quickly got into his car and let out a sigh of relief as she felt the warmth of the heater. Ollie leaned over and gave her a quick kiss in greeting.

"Thank you for coming."

"Always, my love!" He smiled. "And now, shall we wait for the tow truck for your car?"

"Yes, the tow truck is on its way, just wait."

They stood there for a few minutes talking about their day, until the tow truck finally arrived. As soon as she saw the truck stop, Y/n got out of the car and went to talk to the driver, explaining the situation. Ollie, from the driver's seat, just watched his girlfriend deal with everything, a small smile on his face.

Shortly after, Y/n came back and got into Ollie's car.

"They'll take it to the nearest gas station, so just follow the tow truck." She put on her seatbelt, settled into the seat, and looked straight ahead. "You can go."

Ollie turned the key to start it and nothing happened. He frowned, tried again, but the car didn't respond.

"What's wrong?" Y/n asked, turning to him.

Ollie held back a laugh as he glanced at the dashboard. "Oh... so... small detail..." He scratched the back of his neck. "The car's out of gas too."

"You live 15 minutes away!" Y/n blinked a few times before processing the information.

"I know! But I forgot to fill up yesterday!"

She let out a disbelieving laugh and leaned forward, placing her hands on her face. Ollie, with a mischievous smile, just waited for the reaction.

"That's ridiculous." Y/n laughed.

"At least now I'm not alone in my humiliation." He laughed too.

"You came to save me and ended up needing saving too."

They looked at each other for a few seconds and, unable to contain themselves, burst out laughing. The situation was so absurd that it was impossible to even get angry.

"Okay, what now?" Y/n asked, trying to catch her breath.

"I think we need to call another tow truck... to get my car now."

"Great." She picked up her phone. "I'll put that on the list of stupid stories to tell our kids in the future."

"And I'm going to pretend it never happened."

••••••••••••••••••••••••

Y/n's day off started productively, with a good cleaning of the apartment while she listened to music. Singing along to the lively rhythm, she went to the kitchen, grabbed a chair to clean under the table and, when she lifted it, her heart almost jumped out of her mouth.

Two lizards were there, motionless.

The scream she let out could have been heard across town. Without thinking, she threw the cloth over the animals and climbed onto the other chair, holding the mop like a sword. With a shudder, she saw the lizards moving under the cloth and grabbed her cell phone from the table, quickly dialing Ollie's number.

"Hey love."

"Ollie, HELP!"

"What?! What happened?! Is everything okay?!"

"No, it's not okay! THERE ARE LIZARDS IN MY KITCHEN!"

On the other end of the line, silence. And then, a laugh. "Did you call me in despair about the lizards?"

"Ollie, I'M STUCK ON TOP OF A CHAIR! IF YOU DON'T COME HELP ME, I'M GONNA HAVE TO LIVE UP HERE!"

Still laughing, he sighed. "Okay, I'm going. Hang in there, you peasant in distress."

Ollie lived just a few streets away from her apartment, so it didn't take him ten minutes to arrive. As soon as he walked in, he started talking.

"Okay, where are the beasts?"

"Here in the kitchen!" Y/n spoke loudly, still on the chair.

When Ollie got there, the scene was so ridiculous that he had to hold back his laughter. Y/n was holding the squeegee with both hands, staring at the cloth as if it were a war.

"Look, you don't pay rent. So please leave because my boyfriend is here!" She said, as if the lizards could understand.

"Was that a warning or an attempt at negotiation?" Ollie laughed.

"I'm serious, Ollie. This isn't funny." She glared at him.

"No, no... of course not." He smiled, trying to hold back his laughter. "Where are they?"

"I only managed to trap them like this." Y/n pointed to the cloth.

Ollie walked over, slowly bending down to remove the cloth. Y/n flinched, turning her face away and squeezing her eyes shut.

"You're shaking!" He laughed.

"OBVIOUSLY I'm shaking, they're evil!"

Ollie slowly pulled the cloth away, but the moment he tried to grab one of them by the tail, they both ran towards him.

"Oh, no, no, no-!" He jumped back and walked over to the counter, noticing that the lizards seemed to be following him.

"GET IT! GET IT! GET IT!!" Y/n screamed from her chair.

"I'm trying!" Ollie dodged, lifting his feet. "These things are fast!"

"OF COURSE THEY ARE! THEY'RE STALKING YOU!"

Ollie picked up a pot lid that was on the counter and threw it towards the lizards, without success. But it made a loud noise.

"OLIVER, don't break my stuff!"

The lizards changed direction and went to the other corner. Ollie followed behind, trying to catch one of them, but then he felt something crawling up his foot.

"NO! NO, NO, NO!" He ran towards Y/n.

"OLIVER!! DON'T LET THEM GO UNDER THE REFRIGERATOR!! GET THEM!" She pushed her boyfriend a little, encouraging him to get closer to the lizards.

"I'M TRYING!" The pilot picked up the cloth again and tried to throw it over both of them at once.

"See?! They're evil! THEY'RE EVIL!"

Running after the animals, Ollie threw things on the floor trying to block their path, while Y/n shouted orders and cheered from the top of the chair.

"COME ON LOVE, GET THEM OUT OF HERE!!"

In the midst of the confusion, the lizards finally found the balcony door and climbed down the outside wall, leaving Y/n's apartment. Ollie stopped, taking a deep breath and throwing his head back.

"And they left." He walked back to Y/n, who was still shaking in her chair.

"Are you sure?" She asked suspiciously.

"Yes. But just in case, I suggest you enter the kitchen in armor next time." Ollie held out his hand to help her down.

Y/n rolled her eyes laughing, holding his hand. "Funny you should say that when you were running away from them too."

"I wasn't running away." Ollie stifled a laugh.

"YES, you were scared!" Y/n pointed at him. "I almost had to get off my chair to help you!"

"It wasn't fear, it was a survival strategy." He rolled his eyes, placing his hands on her waist.

"Oh, sure." Y/n laughed. "And here I thought you were my emergency contact... turns out, it looks like I'm yours."

The two looked at each other and started laughing.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Y/n's weekend at Ollie's apartment was going perfectly until it was time to choose a movie to watch that night.

"Are you sure about that?" Ollie asked, looking at the TV screen as Y/n selected a horror thriller movie. "Wouldn't you prefer a romantic comedy? Something... less traumatizing?"

"No, I want to watch this one. Everyone is saying great things about it!"

"But you hate horror movies."

"Yeah, but I'm curious to see this one!" She shrugged.

"Curious about not sleeping?"

She laughed and ignored the comment, pressing play.

The two were snuggled up on the couch, under the blanket, with a bucket of popcorn between them. Ollie's arm was behind Y/n's back, and she leaned against him, grabbing a popcorn or two as the movie started.

The atmosphere of the movie was dark, and the soundtrack heightened the tension. Suddenly, in the middle of a scene of pure suspense, Y/n stuck her hand into the popcorn bucket, making a loud noise.

"OH MY GOD!" Ollie jumped up from the couch.

"Ollie?! What's wrong?!" Y/n widened her eyes, startled by his reaction.

"What was that noise?" The pilot looked at his girlfriend with his heart racing.

She blinked a few times and pointed to the bucket. "I just got some popcorn..."

Ollie sighed, placing his hand on his chest. "Do you want to kill me before the monster in the movie can?"

"Calm down, brave one." Y/n laughed, pulling him into a hug.

He snorted and turned his eyes back to the TV, but inside, he already wanted to give up on that movie and use his phone to distract himself. However, he had promised her that he would watch until the end whatever movie Y/n chose.

As the movie progressed, the scares only got worse. Ollie would jump suddenly, scaring Y/n, which made him even more scared. It was a never-ending cycle of terror.

Until, in a tense moment, Y/n accidentally moved her foot and touched Ollie's leg.

"HELP!" He jumped on the couch, nearly knocking over the popcorn bucket. "SOMETHING TOUCHED ME!"

"WHAT WAS IT?" Y/n's eyes widened and she pulled her legs towards her. "IT WAS A LIZARD?! OLIVER! IT WAS A LIZARD?"

Ollie stared around the room, terrified. But then he looked at Y/n's legs and realized something. "Wait... it was your own foot, love..."

"Ah...!" She blinked, realizing what had happened.

At the end of the film, both were scared and tense. It was then that a loud thunderclap echoed outside, followed by a flash of lightning that illuminated the curtains in the living room of the pilot's apartment.

"AAAAH!" The two screamed together, hugging each other on the couch. With Yin hiding her face in her boyfriend's neck.

Y/n blinked a few times and then realized it was just the thunder. He started laughing out loud, pulling back a little to look at Ollie.

"You're supposed to protect me, not be scared of the same silly things I am!"

Ollie's eyes widened. "That movie traumatized me, Y/n! I deserve to be protected too!"

Y/n laughed even harder and laid her head on his chest, muffling her laughter in Ollie's hoodie. "I love you, even if you're a wimp."

He smiled, kissing her hair and wrapping her in a tight hug. "And I love you, even though you put me in these absurd situations."

Another bolt of lightning lit up the room and the two shuddered together. Y/n suddenly stood up, holding Ollie's hand with a mischievous look.

"Run to the room, they've come to get us!" She pulled him down the hallway.

"Y/N, STOP JOKING!! THIS IS SERIOUS!"

She laughed out loud, while he tried to keep up, torn between fear and the urge to laugh.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

The sky was blue, with few clouds and a cool breeze, making it the perfect weather for playing tennis. As they did at least twice a month, Yin and his brothers would meet on the court for a friendly game.

Taylor, the oldest of them, walked next to Y/n, talking about the week, while Bailey was on the phone with Ethan, the brother two years older than the youngest Y/n.

"So you really can't come?" Bailey asked, sighing. "Okay, okay. See you later." He hung up the call and looked at his sisters. "Ethan's stuck in the office and doesn't know what time he gets out."

"Oh, crap!" Taylor lamented. "We won't be able to play then, without him we'll be left with an odd number."

Y/n suddenly lifted her head, an idea popping into her mind. "What if I call Ollie?" She looked at her brothers. "He's finishing a workout and is nearby, if you want, I'll call him!"

"Brother-in-law playing with us? I like that idea." Bailey smiled.

"That's a great solution! Call him." Taylor smiled too.

"Okay, you guys go pick a court then. I'll call him." Y/n said, handing the rackets to Bailey before walking away a little to call her boyfriend.

Ollie answered quickly. "Hi, my love."

Y/n smiled automatically, even though she knew he couldn't see it. "Hi, honey. Want to be my emergency?"

"What exactly does that mean?" He laughed on the other end of the line.

"My brother Ethan couldn't make it to our tennis game, and we need another player. Do you want to join?"

She heard a smile in his voice as he replied, "Does that mean I can spend more time with you? Then of course! Send me the address, I'm close by."

"Thank you, my love. See you soon."

After hanging up, she sent the location and returned to where the brothers were, already warming up.

Minutes later, Ollie arrived on the court with a smile on his face, his hair still a little messy from training and wearing gym clothes. As soon as he saw Y/n, he opened his arms.

Y/n smiled silly and walked towards him, throwing herself into the hug and feeling the familiar scent of her boyfriend. He held her face affectionately before placing his lips on hers, starting a slow and passionate kiss. His sweet taste, mixed with the light sweat from training, made the moment even more captivating. He deepened the kiss for a moment, his hands squeezing her waist before pulling away only to brush his lips against hers once more.

"Hey, hey, calm down!" Bailey interrupted, making a disgusted sound. "Enough of this mussing around with my sister!"

Bailey was the second oldest of the brothers, but he could still be quite childish when it came to teasing his brothers or trying to embarrass his younger brother-in-law. And it always worked.

Y/n rolled her eyes, stepping away from Ollie as he laughed. Then the pilot greeted Taylor with a gentle hug and Bailey with a handshake.

"The court is ready, do you want to start?" Taylor asked excitedly.

"Let's go!" Y/n agreed.

The pairings were set: Y/n and Ollie against Taylor and Bailey. While Y/n's brothers warmed up on their side of the court, Ollie approached his girlfriend and whispered.

"I will defeat your brothers."

"You're very confident..." Y/n laughed. "Just like that time we went skiing and you ran into a snowman."

"He was in my way!" Ollie grimaced and rolled his eyes.

"It was a snowman!! He was standing still."

"Details."

She laughed and shook her head and rotated her arm to quickly warm herself up.

The game began and it soon became clear that Ollie and Y/n made an excellent pair in that sport. They were ahead on the scoreboard, and with each point, they celebrated by kissing and exchanging funny comments.

"See? We are unbeatable." Ollie said after scoring a point.

"Or we're just lucky." Y/n smiled and pulled him by the collar of his shirt, giving him a little kiss.

"You're my luck." He replied, making Y/n's sister roll her eyes in amusement from across the court.

"Can you guys focus on the game instead of making out?" Bailey mumbled and the couple's laughter was synchronized.

But in the next moment, Ollie hit a ball that Taylor threw and which eventually hit the net and came back full on the Haas driver's face.

"AH!" He leaned forward a little, bringing both hands to his nose and the racket falling.

Y/n's brothers widened their eyes from across the court.

"Oliver?" Bailey asks worried about his brother-in-law.

"Ollie?! Is everything okay? What happened?" Y/n ran to her boyfriend, worried.

He nodded, but when he took his hands off his face, Y/n saw blood running from his nose and her eyes widened.

"Ow, Ollie... he's bleeding!"

"It hurts a little, but it's nothing serious." He grimaced.

Y/n analyzed quickly, carefully touching her boyfriend's nose and sighed in relief. "It doesn't look broken, but the blow was hard. Let's sit down for a bit to let the blood stop."

They walked to the bench next to the court, where Ollie sat. Y/n took her coat and handed it to him to press against his nose.

"I don't want to stain your coat." He protested.

"I don't care, I just want you to be okay." Y/n smiles lovingly.

Bailey then volunteered to go get some paper and went after it, while Taylor handed her younger sister a bottle of water.

"Lean forward a little, love. You need to wash that blood off." Y/n asked, opening the bottle and pouring some water on his nose, cleaning the blood with care and attention. "Do you want to go to the hospital?" She asked.

"No, it's not broken, is it? It's just sore." He replied, lightly touching his nose.

Y/n smiled, relieved, and placed a hand on his back, caressing him. Soon, Bailey came back with the papers and handed them to her, who quickly placed them on her boyfriend's nose.

"I'd kiss you right now if you weren't bleeding." Ollie grabbed it and pressed it against his nose.

"I hope so, but only because you're an adorable tennis player." Y/n chuckles softly, still with one hand on her boyfriend's back.

Y/n's brothers laughed.

"Well, game over then." Taylor decreed.

"But me and Y/n won! That's only fair after that accident." Ollie joked, and they laughed.

As Taylor and Bailey walked away to pick up their rackets that were lying on the court, Ollie looked at Yin and smiled.

"I came to be your emergency to continue the game, but apparently I needed an emergency because of my nose."

Y/n laughed and shook her head. "Yeah, I guess our emergencies never go as planned."

"Good thing my favorite emergency room always takes care of me." He laced his fingers through hers, a piece of paper still pressed to his nose.

"Always. Even if you keep getting yourself into disasters like this." Y/n smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

[jessicaloons]

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince:

Chapter 12

Masterlist - Previous - Next

The Heartbreak Prince

"You’re staring…" Joris smirked and Charles immediately averted his gaze from Lauren.

"I’m just checking how much longer the food will take… I’m hungry." he said, looking back down into his book.

"Oh yeah you are hungry… but not for food." his best friend laughed.

"Stop it." Charles groaned.

"What? Am I wrong? Don’t think I didn’t see you adjusting your shorts when Lauren shows up wearing nothing but a bikini… especially the red one, that’s your favourite…"

Charles grabbed the pillow next to him and smashed it against his best friend’s face.

"I said stop it." he jumped up, leaving Joris behind who just chuckled.

Charles hastily walked inside, grabbing a cold water from the fridge and then left the kitchen again when Lauren called out his name.

"Are you okay?" her voice soft as he turned around.

"Sure, why you’re asking?"

"It sounded like you and Joris were arguing a little…"

"Wh-… no. No it’s fine, he’s just his normal annoying self…" Charles scratched the back of his neck, trying to look as comfortable and normal as possible.

"Oh. Okay… well, umm-… lunch is almost ready…" Lauren smiled at him and he nodded.

"Perfect, I’m starving! I just go and check on Ava, she was a little grumpy earlier." he walked off, straight into his bedroom.

The last days went by in a blur and with every new day he felt more and more drawn to Lauren. Everything felt natural with her. She fitted into his family like she always belonged to it. Everyone loved her. He understood why his mother was so full of praise for her. She was amazing. Funny and witty, bold but then again shy and sweet, always trying to make everyone feel good. Always trying to make everyone smile. And the way she took care of Ava made his heart almost burst. She was so loving and gentle with her. On the second day, after feeding her, Ava spit up all over her shoulder and back, but Lauren only laughed, cooing at her what a wonderful job she just did. She was always calm, making Ava no matter how fuzzy she was calm down as well. His mother called her a baby whisperer which Lauren only waved off but Charles agreed. She was a baby whisperer.

"Hey little princess… are you in a better mood now?" Charles leaned down, blowing raspberries at her and she began to happily babble "Yes you are… come on… let’s get you out of here… but first… new diaper… yep, definitely…"

10 minutes later he walked into the kitchen, a freshly changed Ava in his arms.

"Oh, hello little Miss Sunshine!" Lauren smiled at them and Ava began to wiggle in her father’s arms, chortling at her.

"Looks like she wants her favourite person to hold her…" Arthur joked when he grabbed the plates "And sadly it’s not me anymore…"

"You were never her favourite…" Charles rolled his eyes.

"Exactly that was me!" Pascale and Lorenzo said in unison and they laughed.

"Does anyone here consider me as her favourite?"

"You’ll always be her favourite… you’re her dad after all… there’s a special bond between you…" Lauren reassured him, washing her hands.

"Thank you, Lauren. Consider yourself my favourite person as well!" Charles said loudly, making his mother and brothers laugh, but when he looked at Lauren drying her hands he saw her cheeks being slightly flushed. He pretended like he didn’t notice and held Ava out to her and that beautiful smile made its way onto her face, lighting it up "Could you hold her for a moment? I have to go to the bathroom…"

"You don’t have to ask me twice!" she replied smiling at Ava who immediately snuggled into her, starting to play with Lauren’s necklace.

Charles walked back to his room, when he heard his phone ring. One quick glance and he already knew who called, making him groan. They couldn’t even let him have this family trip without bothering him. He picked up the phone, trying to stay calm.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Mr. Leclerc, and here I thought you lost your phone…" Cleo Bernoit.

"No, I haven’t. I’m just currently enjoying my summer break. Spending some well needed time with my daughter and family."

"That’s nice to hear. That’s exactly why I’m calling you. You and your daughter."

"What about me and my daughter?"

"Mr. Leclerc, we’ve talked about this. We just want what’s best for Ava. That’s what we told your lawyer as well, by the way…" she sounded annoyed.

"My lawyer only acts in my interest…"

"Making us sign NDA’s is in your interest? Why?"

"As you know, my life isn’t exactly quiet. Often I’m being followed by photographers and fans. I don’t want them to find out about Ava. Not yet when she’s this little. I have to protect her from the public’s eye. And with every person who knows about her, it’s more likely to come out that I have a daughter. So yes, letting you and everyone who has contact with me and therefore Ava sign a NDA is in my interest."

"That’s debatable but for now irrelevant. As soon as you’re back from your vacation, we’d like to visit you at home. We want to see how Ava’s days look like when you’re at home, or rather when you’re not at home…"

"When I’m coming back from my vacation the summer break is over and I have to work again…" Charles replied.

"Well, then I guess we pay your mother a visit… listen, Mr. Leclerc, you may not believe this, but as I explained to you already last week, we only want what’s best for Ava. We want her to grow up in a stable and safe environment. If you can provide that, you have nothing to worry about. Have a nice vacation." the CPS worker hung up, leaving Charles staring at his phone in silence for a while.

They already told him why they think his job isn’t the most suitable for a single father in the hospital and at last week’s call. He knew explaining it to them wouldn’t change their opinion. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t tell anyone about it besides his lawyer. Too scared to think much about it. What if they would decide he wasn’t a good enough father and took Ava away from him? What if he lost custody of her? All these thoughts were swirling inside his head, making him feel dizzy. His chest began to hurt, he felt his breathing constrict the more he thought about Ava being taken away from him. Her face that looked at him with her big eyes wide open, scared of the strange people taking her. Her cries and whimpers. Charles closed his eyes, trying to breathe but it didn’t work, it was like he forgot how to breathe in the last 30 seconds. He clutched his chest, right over his heart that was racing. His sight got foggy and he felt his knees buckling, touching the cold wood floor.

His ears were buzzing and he felt the bile rise up his throat when all of a sudden a warm and gentle hand on his shoulder woke him up from his frenzy.

"Charles?" a soft voice asked and he saw Lauren in his peripheral "Breathe with me, okay?"

She appeared in front of him, one hand still on his shoulder, the other one taking his hand in hers, squeezing it gently.

"Look at me, okay? Just follow my lead, deep breathe in… and out… in…. and out…"

Charles sight slowly sharpened again, the buzzing in his ears got quieter with each breath he took and his racing heart slowed down. His breathing was shaky, but he felt how his whole body slowly relaxed, the tightness and pain in his chest slowly ebbing away.

"You’re okay… everything will be fine… just breathe…" Lauren smiled at him and he swallowed hard.

Charles had no idea how long they sat like this. His eyes locked on Lauren’s. Breathing simultaneously with her.

"You feel better?" she whispered and he slowly nodded "Yeah? Okay, then come on, let’s get up…" she carefully pulled him up with her and then pushed him onto the edge of his bed before she turned away for a moment.

"Fuck…" Charles mumbled, ruffling his hair when Lauren handed him a glass of water "Thanks.."

She just smiled at him, squeezing his shoulder and then sat down next to him.

"Can I- can I ask what happened?" she whispered holding his gaze, her eyes sincere.

"I don’t know… honestly. One second I was fine and the next I couldn’t breathe, my chest hurt and everything was getting blurry…"

"You had a panic attack, Charles."

"What a fitting name…" he mumbled and closed his eyes.

"Was it the first time?"

"I think so… I mean I never felt like this before…"

"Did something happen?" her voice was soft and comforting and Charles could get lost in her eyes.

He wanted to tell her about the call he just received. His fears. But it wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to bother her with his problems and so he slowly shook his head.

"No… I was just thinking that next week I’ll be back in Maranello and the second half of the season starts…" Charles lied and Lauren nodded.

"Okay? And that’s scares you?" she asked.

"I’m not having the best season so far… and after the last weeks with you… with you guys here? Maybe not scared but it definitely doesn’t excite me as much as it used to…"

"Hmm… I understand. I honestly don’t know what to say… I’m not really into F1 to say much about it." Lauren replied shyly but Charles shook his head.

"It’s fine… you helped me, that’s enough!" he smiled, ruffling his hair "Can we please go now? I’m starving and the food you all prepared looked damn good!"

"Yeah! Sure! Let’s go!" she got up, giggling lightly, a sound that made Charles heart flutter.

"Lauren?" he called after her and she turned around "Can this- umm can what happened stay between us? I don’t want the others to be worried… I know I’m asking a lot…"

"No, it’s okay… I understand… your secret is safe with me…" she smiled and he sighed relieved. She stretched out her hand for him to take, wiggling it in front of him "And now come on! I’m starving too!"

Charles was lying on one of the sun loungers, his tired eyes softening as he watched Ava sleep on his chest. Her fluttering eyelids, plush lips, every gentle rise and fall of her tiny body with each of his breaths was like balm for his soul. Her adorable sounds like a melody to his ears, soothing him in a way nothing else could these days. He still felt the panic attack from 2 days before in his bones. The way his breathing constricted making him feel helpless. The upcoming visit of the CPS occupied his mind. He still had to tell his mother about it all, but he was too scared. Saying it out loud made it real. For now it was just like a dark cloud looming over Monaco for when he returned back home. The fear of losing Ava paired with the weight of the season, the failed upgrades, the race results that haven’t gone his way, it was all a lot to take in, but in a moment like this, where he watched his little girl sleep on his chest, they all seemed to fade into the background as he focused on the peaceful rhythm of Ava’s slumber. In the rare quiet moments Charles had with her, he could forget about it all. No fastest laps to race, no expectations to meet, no CPS to convince he was doing a good job as a father. Just the warmth of his little girl, her trust in him, and the overwhelming love he felt for her. In these moments, all the noise of the world seemed to disappear and he found comfort in her presence, like a shelter from the outside world. It made Charles realise that even when things weren’t going his way, he always had something to come home to that made all the blood, sweat and tears worthwhile. He knew he would do everything for her. He would give his life for her.

"Charles?" his mothers soft voice made him look up from his little girl "You should lay down inside… it’s quite hot out here and you’ve been laying here for quite a while now…"

"What time is it?" he mumbled, looking at her.

"It’s half past 3…"

"Oh yeah… I lost track of time. I was lost in my thoughts…" he sighed.

"Yeah, I could tell…" she sat down on the chair next to him "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes… but not now. I need a day or two to sort it all out in my head." he sat up carefully, making sure to not wake up Ava "I didn’t even realise how hot it was?" he felt the sweat dripping down his face, wiping it away before he felt Ava’s skin "She feels a little warm…"

"It’s okay… just go inside and both have something to drink." Pascale smiled and he nodded, walking up the stairs of the terrace and then inside.

The fresh air gave him goosebumps and he cradled Ava closer to his chest when he walked towards the kitchen. He got greeted with the polished steel door of the fridge, hearing someone rummaging through it before closing it. Lauren turned and flinched and she looked for a moment like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh hi… gosh you scared me!" her voice shaky.

"Sorry! I just wanted to grab something to drink for us." Charles replied and the girl nodded, already grabbing one of Ava’s bottles from the sink "You don’t have to, I can-…"

"It’s okay…" Lauren smiled and grabbed the formula, carefully measuring the scoops. While she watched the water warm up to the right temperature, she grabbed a glass from the cupboard over her and opened the fridge again "Just plain water is boring. I cut in some fruit or cucumber and mint. What would you like?"

"Umm-… I try the cucumber and mint one." Charles smiled at her and watched her fill his glass "Thanks." he took the glass from her and tried it "Pretty refreshing. And not boring."

"Right?" she smiled and prepared Ava’s formula, shaking the bottle before she squirted a little something on her wrist making Charles cock an eyebrow.

"You know that the water will heat up to the exact right temperature, that’s the whole point of this gadget…"

"I know… but I just don’t trust it. I don’t want it to be too hot and hurt Ava…" she shrugged and Charles felt his insides warm again.

"You’re too sweet…" the words were out before he could do anything against it and Lauren blushed immediately "I mean… the way how you look out for Ava, not even just Ava, for me? When Maman said you’re the sweetest girl, I didn’t know what she meant. Now I do."

"I owe your mum a lot… so yeah, that’s my way of thanking her…" she mumbled and handed him Ava’s bottle.

"And it’s a sweet way. A very caring way. Thank you…" Charles smiled and left the kitchen to sit down on the sofa, just right in time for Ava to squirm around, opening her eyes looking at him "Hey girlie… did you have a good sleep?"

As if she understood him she nodded slightly and then yawned, making an adorable sound. But it didn’t take long for her to start crying and he already grabbed the bottle, feeding her.

"There you go… already prepared, no need to cry, princess." he smiled at her leaning back into the cushions.

He watched her face, how her tiny nose scrunched up, her eyes half open, cheeks slightly pink from just waking up, when Lauren walked past him carrying two big plates outside. Everything she did, she did effortlessly. She always looked graceful. Always looked well put together. Even in the morning, after just waking up and she was just wearing shorts and a top, she still looked perfect. He couldn’t stop looking at her and his mother’s words about how she could’ve been a supermodel if she wanted to, were omnipresent in his mind because his mother was right. She really could be a supermodel. But a real one. Wearing beautiful gowns in the runways in Milan or Paris. Not these wannabe social media models.

"Charles?" this time he flinched, when Lauren stood in front of him "Sorry!"

"No, it’s okay, I was just umm- lost in my thoughts!" he said quickly, smiling at her.

"Oh, good thoughts?" she cocked and eyebrow, smirking.

"Umm-… yeah, I’d say so."

"Good. That’s really good… here, I made you a fruit plate as well…" she sat down a plate full of melon, pineapple and mango chunks, strawberry half’s and blueberries and he realised that the two big plates she carried outside must’ve been fruit plates for the rest of them by the pool "And some more water, you need to stay hydrated, you know."

"Thanks Lauren…" it was really like he said, she was the sweetest.

"Let’s trade, I get the little princess, and you can have your snack…" she held out her hands a moment later she was feeing Ava, looking at her lovingly.

"I honestly have no idea how we would’ve survived this vacation without you…" Charles said after a while and Lauren looked at him "It’s not just that you look out for Ava and me, but everyone! I’ve seen it. You make everyone around you feel good. Always prepare little snacks here and there. Make sure that everyone stays hydrated or puts on enough sunscreen…"

"I guess that’s just a part of me since I’m a nurse… I can’t help it but to make people feel good and look out for them… especially if it’s people I like a lot… and I do… like you all a lot…" she replied shyly, her cheeks again slightly red.

It was adorable how fast Lauren blushed. The tinniest of compliments or nice things about her being said already made her blush and she turned shy. Always deflecting and asking for them to stop. She wasn’t anything special or wasn’t doing anything special. But she was wrong. She was. She was something special.

"Oh good job, Ava! That was a good little burb!" Lauren cooed at the little girl who began to babble happily, playing with Lauren’s hair "You like hair, hmm? Maybe you’ll become a hairdresser just like your grandma when you’re older?"

Charles chuckled. Watching the two girls next to him have a kind of conversation, while happily snacking the fruits Lauren had prepared for him. It was easy with her around. Just watching her and Ava. Like it always was like this. Maybe it could be something, that always would be like this, too.

"And you’re staring again…" Joris chuckled and Charles groaned "It’s okay. You can just admit it."

"Why don’t you just shut up, hmm?" he said and looked away from Lauren, stretching out next to Carla with Ava in her lap, laughing at what she just said.

Joris was right, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The way the red bikini clung to her skin seemed almost too perfect, catching the sunlight with every subtle movement. Every curve of her body seemed perfectly sculpted, the fabric hugging her in all the right places, and he could feel a deep heat rise within him. His heart raced, a mixture of desire and something deeper, but the attraction was undeniable. But again it wasn’t just her beauty that held him in place, rooted like he was in some trance. It was the way she interacted with Ava. Her tiny hands seemed to reach out for her every time she spoke softly to her. Every laugh, every tender word she whispered to his little girl, made his insides feel as though it was melting. There was something about the way she was with his daughter that stirred something deep within him. Over the past weeks he realised that he had never seen anyone make such a natural, effortless connection with Ava. And the longer he watched her, the more he realised that it wasn’t just Lauren’s physical beauty that enchanted him. It was her warmth, her kindness, the way she was able to make his daughter giggle, her big eyes sparkling.

"You know, it’s kinda obvious that you have a thing for her, that you’re more than attracted to her… so why not act on it?" Joris said after a while and Charles thought about his words.

He shifted uncomfortably, his pulse quickening as he tried to force his thoughts to calm down, but it was no use. Joris was right. His own body betrayed him with every lingering glance and he got up, groaning.

"Just shut up!" he hissed before he jumped into the pool, needing to cool down.

"Sure. That’s also an option…" Joris laughed but Charles ignored him, swimming a few lengths to get his mind out of the gutter.

For now he had other problems to focus on. With their vacation coming to an end in 3 days he knew that he had to talk to his mother about the CPS. And he dreaded it already. He needed a clear head for it. So he swallowed down whatever it was he felt for Lauren and prepared himself to tell his mother about what was to come as soon as she would return to Monaco with Ava.

"You’re kidding, right? Your job?" Pascale looked at Charles with big eyes.

"They are afraid that I can’t take care of her, because of my job and dropping her off at yours all the time can’t be the solution. They say as her father I have to be more present in her life. It’s important for- umm what did they say? Bonding? Form a bond? Well yeah I told them that it’s not so easy with my job and that taking her with me is not an option because how is that gonna work? But they were very clear that they will have an eye on me and also pay me or rather you a visit as soon as we’re back to see how Ava lives. How a normal day looks for her…"

"And that all just because you were responsible and went to the hospital with her when you weren’t sure what to do?"

"Apparently I should’ve known it myself… or better I should have a girlfriend or wife who should’ve known it…" Charles was exhausted, plopping down on the sofa.

"Now that’s just… that’s just stupid. Ava is your first child, it’s normal to not know everything! And she’s the happiest little girl, it’s not fair of them to make you feel like you’re a bad father when you’re doing everything that you can to be the best dad for her!" Pascale sat down on the coffee table, taking her son’s hands in his "Don’t let them make you believe you’re not a good father, okay? The sacrifices you make to keep Ava safe? To make sure she’s healthy and happy? Don’t believe for one second that what they are saying is the truth!"

"I’m trying to, I swear… but it’s hard. Because to some degree, they are not that wrong. Most of the time she’s with you instead of me…"

"Because you have a very demanding job! One that isn’t easy at all. But one that will provide your daughter with everything she’ll ever want and need!"

"I know. And that’s why I’m just so… gosh I don’t know…" he swallowed hard and his mother squeezed his hands.

"Don’t be so hard on yourself… you’ll find a solution. We’ll find one…"

"I don’t know, Maman. I mean, what am I supposed to do?" Charles got up, pacing back and forth "I can’t stop racing. It’s my job. My career. My life!"

Pascale thought for a moment. The thought she had for weeks now coming back to her mind and she got up as well.

"I have an idea…" she said slowly, a mischievous smile forming on her lips when she looked outside and Charles followed her look, his eyes landing on Lauren, Ava in her arms, swaying her slowly around.

"I’m listening?"

"Lauren." Pascale simply said.

"Lauren?" Charles repeated, cocking an eyebrow "That’s it. That’s your idea? Lauren?"

"You need a full time nanny. One who travels with you to your races and all…"

Chapter 12 - Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day ♥️ and what a way to celebrate it! Charles and Lauren are just the cutest! I really enjoy writing them and I hope you guys enjoy reading about them!

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[leatherforhell]

I need you all to understand that at least half of Clara’s decision making is based on ‘well… this may as well happen’ and also ‘I bet this’ll be funny to watch’

[xxplastic-cubexx]

friend notoriously bad at videogames said shed play marvel rivals with me tomorrow chat if i never post after tomorrow night its because a blood vessel bursted

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

for jadeite, is zhonglis human identity considered missing in his world? would it be weird that he disappeared at that time? also did the other qiqi switch bodies to our qiqi?

yep, he's considered missing. as for qiqi, you'll have to find out hahah,,

[torchickentacos]

update: still in burnout/seasonal affective hell (and now i'm snowed in ✌️) BUT I have found out that I can watch various episodes of River Monsters, Mythbusters, and Kitchen Nightmares for free, completely legally (not sarcasm). so that's nice

[kumakuma-circus]

just randomly remembered that during my like 10+ attempts at the shadow yukiko fight i more or less consistently ran out of revival beads so yosuke was just dead (well unconscious but whatever) on the ground for like half the fight gfhfjvhfhfhd-

[supersecretnerd]

Ok so these designs are cute as hell, the Internet is just mean

I have too many thoughts about a game I still need to watch

[aeons-domain]

[loumauve]

I snapped today at work, and by snapped I mean I politely commented on a help desk ticket by summing up an mess of an (type of) issue that's come up for at least the fourth time in the 2+ months I've been managing user accounts, and asked the person responsible to fix it (himself for once) because last time I fixed his mess-up it took me two whole days to work out the details with at least four other colleagues from different departments and I really don't want to do it again. there's other shit that needs doing, I've been working 10+ hour days for most of this week already, so I need to cut down not add on more.

(good thing tho - at least we managed to fix the issue where the dataset of a newer employee got mixed up with another one of the same name and therefore wasn't able to apply for any of the access/accounts she needed. technically not entirely my area but it does impact us not being allowed to create an account for her so I figured I might as well track that issue down. took three days and at least three other people, but hey - it should all work out now. yay for that)

[floral-hex]

The growing anxiety of realizing that I’m running out of time to text my dad happy father’s day 😬