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Race Against the Clock
Dick turns the TV on after coming back home from patrolling BlĂźdhaven.
âHey, Batsy,â Joker says, waving a knife in front of him with his signature smile. âIâve captured someone rather important.â
He moves to show the hostage and Dickâs heart stops for a moment. Tim Drake, not in costume, is bloody and bruised in the chair. Heâs tied up and he looks to be unconscious at the moment.
âCome and get me. You have five hours to find me or little Timmy here dies a gruesome death.â
The camera moves to a bomb a foot away from where Timâs tied up. The video cuts, then returns to the news. Dick jumps over the back of his couch and rushes to get ready. He drives to Gotham in record time to find the police already outside of the station.
He drops down. âGordon.â
Gordon turns. âI didnât know you were in town.â
âI wasnât, but I saw the broadcast,â Dick replies. âWhere are we in search?â
âI have two search teams out already, but I have more officers here now that Iâm about to disburse into search teams. And Batmanâs here.â
Dick looks around and spots his father after a moment. He jogs over to him.
âWhat happened?â Dick asks.
âHe was supposed to be at a friendâs house. He never made it, so Joker caught him unaware on the way from school to the house.â
âDamn it,â Dick mutters. âI should have been here.â
âWorry about that once we find him,â Bruce says.
Dick nods.
âWe need to create search parties,â Gordon says. âThe faster we find Joker, the faster that Batman or Nightwing will be able to take him out.â
Dick starts droning out Gordonâs instructions, instead focusing on where Joker could be keeping Tim.
He was in a warehouse, so most likely in the southern half of Gotham. Though there are a couple in the northern side.
âYes, sir!â The call from all of the officers snaps Dick out of his head.
The officers separate to their cars to start the search. People on foot start searching as well.
âWe split the city in half,â Bruce says to Dick.
Dick nods. âIâll take the northern half.â
âSounds good.â
The two separate, heading in their respective directions.
Dick quickly heads for the cluster of warehouses in the northern part of Gotham on his motorcycle.
âDick?â The voice belongs to Barbara Gordon, Batgirl."
âHey, Babs. What do I owe the pleasure?â Dick asks.
âI just saw the report. Whatâs the status of the search?â Barbara asks.
âHavenât found anything yet, and neither have the police. Batmanâs empty handed as well.â
âDamn it. Iâm gonna get into costume when I get home and search too.â
âWhere are you?â Dick asks.
âOn a train back to Gotham. I was at a lecture,â Barbara answers. âIâm almost home though. Iâm on my way, I swear.â
âSounds great. Help is always appreciated, and I donât know if my anxiety can handle this. It feels too much like whenâŚâ
âHey, weâre gonna find him, okay? Timâs gonna be okay.â
âHe will be,â Dick says. âI donât care if itâs the last thing I do, I wonât let him die.â
âIâm about to get off the train. Iâll be there as soon as I can,â Barbara says.
âGodspeed.â
The comm cuts, so Dick returns his focus completely to the road. Once heâs close enough, he gets off his bike and starts going on foot. Going from rooftop to rooftop, focusing on running and his footing.
Falling off a building is not allowed today.
Dick makes it to the warehouses and sees guards guarding the entrance to one of them. He drops down and takes out all of the guards but one.
âIs Joker here?â Dick asks.
The guy nods. Dick knocks him out, then heads to the roof of the next building.
He spots Joker and Tim through a window.
âBatman, I found where Jokerâs hiding.â
âWhere?â
Dick sends Bruce his location.
âIâve received it and Iâm on the way.â
âIâm gonna get Tim.â
âBe careful. Batgirl's on her way too. She heard about the incident.â
âTell Babs I donât need the backup, but that itâs cute that sheâs worried,â Dick jokes.
He jumps down to the flagpole and swings off of it. He slams through the window feet first and lands in a neat roll. Joker starts shooting at him the second he gets into the warehouse, so he ducks behind some of the machinery. Dick grabs a batarang and throws it at Joker. Joker dodges it, so Dick runs out and delivers a roundhouse kick to the side of Jokerâs head. He stumbles, so Dick throws him into the wall and he slumps over.
âIâm one minute out,â Bruce says in the comm.
âSounds good.â Dick goes over to Tim. âHey, you okay?â
âAs okay as I can be,â Tim answers.
âGood.â
Dick pulls a batarang out of his pocket and checks to make sure itâs sharp enough. He then cuts Timâs restraints with the batarang.
âBatman should be here, so go find him. Iâll deal with Joker.â
Tim nods, then stumbles towards the exit. Dick turns towards Joker and the bomb, and sees that the timer says ten seconds. Panic shoots through Dick.
This will kill Tim if it goes off. The flames will blast through the hallway.
Dick runs towards the door and uses all of his strength to push the door shut.
âIâm sorry, Dad. Iâm sorry, Tim,â Dick says, then the bomb goes off.
An explosion rocks the warehouse as Batman arrives on the scene. Bright flames pouring out of every exit that it can find. Before he has a chance to react, Tim stumbles out of the warehouse.
âWhereâs Nightwing?â Bruce asks, rushing over to Tim.
âHeâs not here with you?â Tim asks.
Dread washes over Bruce.
He gently grabs Timâs shoulders, gaining him a cringe from Tim. âI need you to go over to Gordon. Tell him that Iâm going after Nightwing.â
Tim nods, looking on the verge of tears. Bruce runs into the warehouse, pulling the gas mask on so he doesnât have to worry about smoke inhalation. He goes through the building until he comes to a heavy metal door. He pulls it open and his oldest son falls at his feet. Heâs covered in burns and cuts, and he clearly isnât breathing.
âNo,â Bruce says, then drops to his knees.
When he checks for a pulse and doesnât find one, he starts doing CPR. Tears are streaming down his face as he tries to force oxygen into lungs that are no longer working.
âNo, you canât die. I canât lose you too,â Bruce pleads to deaf ears.
After almost a whole two minutes of CPR, Bruce stops and breaks down sobbing on his sonâs chest.
âPlease, no. Dick, I need you. I need my baby, please.â
Tim watches Batman walk out of the warehouse holding a burned and battered Nightwing. Timâs face lights up for just a moment, until he realizes that Dickâs limp.
Timâs smile disappears in an instant.
âNo,â Tim whispers.
Gordon looks up from his radio and sees the two. âOh no,â he says.
Gordon jogs over to Bruce. They have a quiet exchange which Tim canât hear, then Gordon comes back over.
âCome on, letâs get you to the station,â Gordon says.
âNo, I canât leave them,â Tim says, then runs towards Bruce.
Bruce turns and sees Tim. âDonât come over here!â Bruce shouts, but Tim doesnât listen.
He makes it over and Bruce tries to shield Tim from the view with his body.
âGrayson,â Tim says. âHeâs⌠gone?â
Batgirl runs over and stops short. She sees Tim, then runs over and scoops him up. Tim cries his protest, but is in no shape to stop her as she takes him back towards the police cars.
âStop, please!â Tim cries.
âIâm sorry, Tim,â Barbara says. âYou donât need to see that.â
Gordon takes Tim to the station, where a paramedic patches up his injuries. Bruce shows up not long after, looking terrible. He rushes over to Tim, who wonât even look at him.
Bruce takes him home and no attempt works to get him to eat, drink, or sleep. Tim is inconsolable.
The funeral, which happens a couple of days after Dickâs death, is quiet. All of Dickâs friends are in attendance, super or not. Many members of the League attend as well. Bruce gives a beautiful speech about how Dick made him a better man from the moment he entered his life. How Dick was a bright kid who wanted nothing more than to help people. That he was dearly loved and will be missed by everyone who knew him. Timâs quiet and fights tears throughout the entire event.
The ride back is completely silent. When they get back to Wayne Manor, Bruce grabs Tim and pulls him into a tight, but gentle hug.
âItâs okay to cry, Tim,â Bruce whispers. âBut itâs also okay if you donât want to cry now. Just know that Iâll be here for you.â
Tears spill out of Timâs eyes and he pulls away from Bruce.
âHe died because of me!â Tim exclaims. âYou should be furious with me! Why donât you hate me?â
Sobs wrack Timâs small frame. âWhy⌠Why donât you⌠hate me?â
Bruce kneels down in front of Tim.
âItâs not your fault,â Bruce says. âDick risked his life for someone he loved. I will never fault him for that, and youâre alive. I could have lost both of my sons that day, but I didnât. Youâre alive and thatâs so important.â
Tim puts his head on Bruceâs shoulder. âIâm sorry, he caught me unaware.â
âDonât be sorry. It happens to the best of us.â Bruce hugs Tim and gently rubs his back.
Alfred walks into the house.
âIâll make dinner tonight, Alfred,â Bruce says.
âNo need, Master Bruce. I need the distraction. You should stay here with young Master Drake,â Alfred replies.
Bruce nods.
After dinner, which none of them eat much, they tell stories about Dick and all the wild and lovely things he used to do.
#whumptober#no.1#race against the clock#search party#batfam#batman#dick grayson#bruce wayne#tim drake#nightwing#alfred pennyworth#angst#major character death#whump writing#writing challenge#whumptober2024
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being at work makes me so miserable
#its not even that bad#but my anxiety is at an all time high here#im just uncomfortable#retail isnt for me i don't like talking to strangers im tired of most of my coworkers I'm just kind of waiting for this place to shut down#i don't want a job at all honestly#i wish i could just perform live music and do art commissions and sell clothes for money#but alas this economy and my depression won't allow that#nothing seems worth doing#i have no motivation and give up on something as soon as i start#i watch too much tv and get depressed i listen to too much music and get overstimulated and i never feel at peace or fulfilled anymore#and capitalism is one of the main roots of that. i just know it#we could all be so much happier. there is so much more to life than this#i want to travel#i want to spontaneously quit my job and take a cross country road trip but my car is not in road trip condition#i need to put new rear tires on before i should be driving it anymore at all#i want to be w my boyfriend cuddling & laughing & i wanna see cool things & see my favorite band in all the cities I haven't been to yet#i dont want... this#whatever this society is#working the day away not being able to be my own person 5 days a week and being too exhausted & depressed to leave home the rest of the day#i want to be able to live#i want my brain to let me function and my body to be at full health#i want to run through the woods on a cloudy crisp fall day#ive become so sensitive to temperature and numb to everything that i don't even get the same joy from being outside that i used to#also global warming lmao#ok vent over
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Hey! BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award youâre supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks youâre beautiful inside and out.
Aw thank you so much! You are just the sweetest! This is so nice to receive today because I definitely don't feel beautiful right now.
Thank you again love you! /platonic <3
Hope you are having a lovely day! You deserve it!
#wren askbox#thank you so much#â¤ď¸đđđ§Ąđ#i had to go get a paper bag just for all these kleenex oof#i tried to schedule a pcr test with my doctor#but they want me to drive at least 30 miles away in a big city heck no im not doing that#thats way too much anxiety and i already dont feel good#so i scheduled through walgreens#its going to be $164 bucks yayyyyy#i wonder if my insurance will reimburse me somehow#my work did have a policy where if you got covid#they gave you five days so i dont need to burn my limited pto on this#i actually have no idea if that policy is still in place#they never overtly canceled it#i hope so#thankfully i have all my shots and boosters so im not dying#just pretty sick#considering brides mom tested positive and i was around her a lot i think this is probably what it is#well i made it 3+ years#this is what i get for taking my mask off in may#cause i was wearing masks daily until then#sorry i got sidetracked im just bummed over this sickness#thank you again so much mighty anxiety you are a true gem <3
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Fuck it.
Lexi. If you even care.
#I miiissss heeerr :(((#sheâs like the definition of a poor little meow meow sheâs so pathetic Iâm obsessed with her#sheâs got chronic anxiety#and she gets car sick so you canât take her anywhere#the third picture I took after she hid one of her bones in my suitcase and was guarding it#she later would move it to my closet and then underneath my bed comforter#which the bed comforter one was pretty impressive she got it underneath in the middle and put the blanket back almost perfectly#I wouldnât have guessed if she hadnât been acting suspicious and jumped up when I got on my bed#anyways I actually almost exclusively take videos of her because sheâs camera shy#and her silly little windmill tail wags are some of her best qualities#so I honestly donât have that many just plain photos of her#anyways Iâll get to see her soon even if itâs just for like⌠literally a day#but thatâs better than nothing! I just hope I wonât be too tired#if I had the energy levels to take care of a dog I would totally take her with me#but I do not and also I live in the middle of a city and sheâs terrified of cars so I donât think sheâd like it much anyways#and she gets carsick so itâs not like I could drive her somewhere quieterđ
#every dog is special but also⌠you can tell we picked her up off the street even if itâs been years since then#anyways back to her wags itâs so funny because sheâll turn around to look at you for butt scritches#and sheâll keep blinking and flinching because sheâll just hit herself in the face with her tail#and it literally moves almost in a circle I love her#and when you take her outside to play and she gets all excited!!#she also has a little toy ball that we call squeakers and if you ask her âwhereâs squeakers????â sheâll go run and get jt#okay Iâm done lexiposting⌠for now#idek why I miss her so much later but I do!!!#I even played with my brothers dog Momo for a bit today but smh not the same#by yours truly the omelette of cheese#my pets#I should make a Nikki post some time too#we had to put her down probably about five years ago now?#but she was also a quality Dog if a bit more normal than lexi lmao
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#oof. it as been a very very long day. so much talking. all day talking and interviews#and so far my feelings are mixed. bc it is a smaller university and its underfunded and cost of living is kinda high#and the town is small and isolated. HOWEVER#the faculty feels like a strong community and theyre all amazing scientists who choose to b there bc the quality of life is so high#they seem extremely supportive and the fact its small means that i could probably get around better given my intense anxiety around driving#and i could literally just walk to hiking paths rather than having to drive way out. and its fucking so beautiful. the clouds r gorgeous#bc theyre all conpressed by the mountains around this lil valley. also the potential advisor seems amazing. the grad students have good#things to say and hes excited that im interested in the things im interested in. and i talked to an astrobiology guy and he was like u#should apply for X grant and i would b happy to help u and the advisor is a former nasa post doc so he has nasa astrobiology connections.#so those r some pretty great things. i mean. of the schools im looking at this one would prob be the best for my brain tbh#i mean the uk one is too rigid in structure and i cant fuck around so much as at a us school. and the east coast on is hard to say no to bc#its a good school with lots of funding and opportunities to b creative but i would have to hard core get my shit together and hes quite#hands off. and id b living in the city which sucks. so like. i mean this school is kinda looking like the best choice for me. definitely#the healthiest. i mean assuming i dont fuck it up and get the offer after this weekend. but yeah. i mean im not fully in love i think#and the idea of commiting to 5years here is terrifying but id get a lot of support that i dont think ive really ever had. not that my#current boss isnt great but our lab is kinda disconnected. and i really fit in perspective wise in my interests. and id get to work at#[redacted] national park. which is so cool that i might have to unredact it if i end up here bc its so fucking next level#not that the national park i have access to now isnt awesome but. like its next level awesome and i could maybe wiggle may way into maybe#some arctic systems and i bet i could get my current boss to send me desert samples. so yeah i could def see a life here#but fuck i dont want roomates with all my heart. y does it have to b so expensive for a trash apartment? bleh#god. im so tried. so much talking. but a good day. and im going skiing tomorrow bc like thats a thing here lol#unrelated
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hii i have this idea. yn and lando dont know each other yet. yn is driving back from work crashes into lando and his mclaren (small accident nothing big) and lando is mad until he sees her and love at first sight haha and offers to help her with insurance and tries to get her number and shes just confused and doesnt know who he is.
Thank youu in advance.
A Minor Collision, A Major Connection - LN4
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The Friday afternoon sky was draped in golden hues as Y/N tiredly made her way back home after a long, grueling day at work. The office had been a madhouseâendless meetings, deadlines creeping up, and not enough coffee to power through it all. The only thing keeping her going was the thought of collapsing onto her couch and losing herself in a Netflix binge.
Her car, a reliable little sedan, buzzed softly as she cruised down the quiet city streets. She sighed, tuning out the low hum of traffic around her. It was just another day, nothing special. That is, untilâ
BANG!
Y/Nâs heart lurched as her car jerked to the side. She slammed on the brakes, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Her mind raced through what just happened. Did she hit something? Or worse⌠someone?
Her pulse spiked as she fumbled to unbuckle her seatbelt and threw open the door. But when she stepped out to inspect the damage, the first thing she saw wasnât a crumpled bumper or a mangled fender. No, it was a sleek, dark blue sports car, glossy and absurdly out of place against the backdrop of regular vehicles. Her little sedan had smacked into the rear of it.
âGreat,â she muttered, pushing a hand through her hair. Her car had bumped into what was probably one of the most expensive cars in the city, if not the country.
And standing beside it, inspecting the minor damage with a furrowed brow and an expression that was a blend of frustration and disbelief, was none other than Lando Norris. Though Y/N had no clue who he was. To her, he was just some annoyed guy standing next to his ruined car.
âWhat were you even doing?!â the man exclaimed, turning towards her with his arms outstretched in exasperation. His voice held a British lilt, his tone more incredulous than angry.
Y/N froze. âIâI didnât see you! You came out of nowhere!â
âOut of nowhere?â he echoed, shaking his head as he knelt to inspect his McLarenâs bumper. There was a tiny dent, barely noticeable, but to him, it was as if the whole car had been wrecked. He took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm himself.
Y/N bit her lip, anxiety creeping up her spine. Her mind was a messâhow much was this going to cost her? Could insurance even cover damages on a car that expensive? This whole situation was unreal.
But then something strange happened.
The man, still crouched by the car, lifted his head to look at her properly for the first time. His eyes met hers, and his expression softened. He blinked, standing slowly as if he was trying to process something. His initial frustration seemed to melt away, replaced by a bemused sort of interest.
âUh⌠Are you okay?â he asked, his tone much gentler now, his earlier irritation completely gone.
Y/N blinked. Wasnât he supposed to be mad at her? She had just hit his expensive car, after all. Why was he suddenly acting so⌠concerned?
âYeah, Iâm fine,â she replied, folding her arms across her chest. âIâm just⌠sorry about your car.â
Lando, however, waved her apology away like it was nothing. âDonât worry about the car. Itâs really not that bad.â
Y/N gave him a skeptical look. âReally? Because it looks like I did a number on it.â
He glanced back at the car, then at her, before letting out a soft chuckle. âYeah, well, itâs just a car. What matters is that youâre alright.â
Her brows furrowed in confusion. This guy was acting way too nice for someone whose luxury car had just been rear-ended. She couldnât help but feel like there was something off about his sudden shift in mood.
âOkayâŚâ she trailed off awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. âBut still, we should probably exchange insurance info. I donât know how much this is going to cost to fix.â
Landoâs expression brightened at the mention of exchanging information, and for a split second, Y/N swore she saw a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âYeah, sure, insurance,â he replied, reaching for his phone, âbut honestly, itâs not that big of a deal. I can handle it on my own. Maybe we can just forget about it? I could⌠help you out.â
Y/Nâs confusion deepened. Help her out? Wasnât it her fault in the first place? Why was he acting like this was no big deal? And why was he looking at her like that, like he was trying to keep her there longer than necessary?
Lando shifted his weight, running a hand through his hair. âLook, I donât mean to sound weird, but⌠do you, uh, live around here?â
âWhy?â Y/N asked cautiously, narrowing her eyes at him.
Lando chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. He suddenly felt like a nervous schoolboy, which was ridiculous because he was Lando Norris, F1 driver and world-class athlete, yet here he was fumbling over his words.
âWell, I just thought maybe we could grab a coffee or something. You know, after we sort all this out.â
Y/N blinked at him, utterly bewildered. âWait. You want to get coffee? With me? After I just hit your car?â
Lando shrugged, trying to play it cool. âYeah. Why not? Accidents happen. And⌠I guess I think youâre kind of cute.â
Her eyes widened. Was this guy for real? Sheâd just crashed into his sports car and now he was trying to flirt with her?
âUh⌠I donât even know your name,â she said slowly, still trying to wrap her head around the situation.
He grinned, sticking out his hand. âIâm Lando. Lando Norris.â
She stared at his outstretched hand for a moment before taking it hesitantly. âY/N. And, um⌠nice to meet you?â
Landoâs smile widened, his earlier frustration completely forgotten as he focused entirely on her. âNice to meet you too, Y/N. So, about that coffeeâŚâ
âIâm sorry, are you seriously asking me out right now?â she asked, a slight laugh escaping her lips. âAfter I hit your car?â
Lando shrugged again, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. âWhat can I say? Iâm a pretty forgiving guy.â
Y/N shook her head, still half-expecting this whole thing to be some sort of bizarre dream. âOkay, but⌠you didnât even get my insurance information yet. Isnât that why weâre still standing here?â
Lando waved a dismissive hand. âLike I said, itâs really no big deal. Iâll take care of it. Just⌠let me get your number, and weâll figure it out from there.â
Now she was really suspicious. âMy number?â
He grinned sheepishly. âFor the insurance, of course.â
Y/N stared at him, trying to figure out if he was messing with her or if he was actually being serious. She wasnât sure what was strangerâthe fact that he was acting like the accident was nothing or the fact that he seemed more interested in getting her number than fixing his expensive car.
But there was something about him, something oddly charming, even though the whole situation was insane. Maybe it was his easygoing nature or the way he didnât seem to care about the damage at all. Or maybe it was the way he kept looking at her, like she was the most interesting person heâd met all day.
With a sigh, she reached for her phone. âFine. But Iâm giving you my number strictly for insurance purposes.â
Landoâs grin grew wider, his eyes sparkling with amusement. âStrictly insurance purposes. Got it.â
As she handed him her number, Y/N couldnât help but shake her head in disbelief. What had started as a minor accident was quickly turning into the weirdest encounter of her life.
âAlright,â she said, putting her phone away, âIâve gotta go. But, um, thanks for not being too mad about the car.â
Lando chuckled, leaning casually against his McLaren. âLike I said, itâs just a car. But you⌠well, youâre worth more than any car.â
Y/N stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or be weirded out by the line. âUh, okay. Well⌠take care.â
As she got back into her car, Lando watched her with a grin still on his face. Maybe the accident wasnât so bad after all. After all, heâd managed to meet someone who had caught his attention in a way no one else had.
And as Y/N drove away, still shaking her head at the absurdity of it all, she couldnât help but wonder just what sheâd gotten herself into.
-
The weekend had finally arrived, and despite the awkward car crash, Y/N had managed to put it out of her mind. She wasnât expecting to hear from Lando again. After all, rich guys like him probably had people to take care of things like insurance claims. She figured sheâd given him her number for nothing more than a courtesy exchange.
That was, until her phone buzzed the next morning.
She glanced at the screen, eyebrows shooting up at the unknown number. Hesitating for a second, she finally opened the message.
Lando: Hey, itâs Lando. The guy whose car you hit? Not sure if you remember me, but Iâve got some paperwork for insurance and stuff. Thought we could meet up and go over it?
Y/N rolled her eyes, half-amused. It was still weird to her that someone so nonchalant about the accident was bothering to text her. She tapped out a quick response.
Y/N: Yeah, I remember. Where and when?
He replied almost immediately.
Lando: How about that coffee I mentioned? Thereâs a cafĂŠ in the city, small, chill. We can talk there?
Coffee again? He really wasnât subtle. Y/N bit her lip, debating. She didnât have anything to do that afternoon anyway, and she supposed she owed him at least a meeting about the insurance.
So, reluctantly, she agreed.
-
The cafĂŠ Lando had suggested was tucked away on a quiet street corner, its large windows letting in the warm afternoon sun. Y/N pushed open the door, immediately greeted by the rich scent of roasted coffee beans. She scanned the room, expecting Lando to be hidden away somewhere.
Instead, she saw him immediately.
Sitting casually at a table near the window, dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans, he waved when he saw her. His face lit up with a boyish grin that made him seem far less intimidating than the guy sheâd crashed into just days before.
âHey,â he greeted as she approached, standing to pull out a chair for her. âYou made it.â
âYeah, well, I figured we should get this insurance stuff sorted,â she replied, sitting down. She couldnât help but notice the way his eyes lingered on her just a bit longer than necessary.
Lando chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. âYeah, the insurance thingâŚâ
Y/N raised an eyebrow, folding her arms over her chest. âYou did bring the paperwork, right? Thatâs why weâre here?â
He looked slightly sheepish, then reached into his bag and pulled out a few documents. âOf course. Got everything right here.â
She eyed him suspiciously, but nodded. âOkay, good. Letâs get it over with.â
Lando handed her the papers, but as she scanned them, he leaned back in his chair, watching her with an amused expression. He wasnât saying anything, but Y/N could practically feel his eyes on her.
Finally, she looked up. âWhat?â
âNothing,â he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. âJust⌠youâre very focused. Kind of cute.â
Y/N groaned, shaking her head. âAre you seriously flirting with me right now? This is the second time youâve done that.â
Lando shrugged, his grin widening. âCanât help it. You kind of walked into my life by crashing into my car. Feels like fate, doesnât it?â
She rolled her eyes. âOr just bad driving.â
âOr that,â he agreed with a laugh.
Y/N couldnât help but smile at his easygoing attitude. There was something about him that made it hard to stay annoyed. He had this infectious charm, the kind that made you forget about everything else. She didnât know much about him, other than his name and the fact that he clearly had a lot of money, but there was something undeniably likable about him.
Still, she wasnât about to let him off the hook that easily.
âSo, Lando,â she began, setting the papers down, âwhat exactly do you do? Because youâve got a really fancy car, and you act like a guy whoâs used to getting what he wants.â
His grin didnât falter. âYou donât know?â
She shook her head. âNo clue. Should I?â
Lando leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. âWell, Iâm a Formula 1 driver. Kind of a big deal in motorsport.â
Y/N stared at him for a moment, processing his words. Then she blinked, completely unfazed. âOkay, so⌠youâre like a racecar driver?â
He laughed at how nonchalantly she said it. âYeah, something like that.â
âHuh.â She sat back in her chair, crossing her arms. âThat explains the car.â
âExplains a lot of things,â he teased, his eyes twinkling. âStill, Iâm surprised you didnât recognize me. Itâs kind of refreshing, actually.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow. âWhyâs that?â
âMost people know who I am,â he admitted. âItâs nice to meet someone who doesnât immediately treat me like Iâm⌠you know, famous.â
âWell, lucky for you, I donât follow racing,â she said with a small smile. âIâm just trying to figure out why a guy like you is wasting time flirting with a girl who wrecked his car.â
Lando leaned forward, his playful expression softening slightly. âBecause maybe I like that girl who wrecked my car.â
Her heart skipped a beat at the sudden sincerity in his tone. She wasnât sure what to make of this whole situation. The flirty banter was one thing, but now it felt like there was something more behind his words. Something genuine.
âI donât get it,â Y/N said, shaking her head. âWeâve barely talked. You donât even know me.â
âI know enough,â Lando replied, his gaze locking with hers. âAnd I want to get to know more.â
Y/N swallowed, feeling a strange mix of nerves and curiosity. This wasnât what sheâd expected when she agreed to meet him. She thought it would be a quick, awkward conversation about insurance, not⌠this.
âLando, I donât even know if I want to date someone right now,â she admitted, unsure of what else to say.
He nodded, his expression serious. âThatâs fair. Iâm not asking for anything big. Just⌠let me take you out sometime. No pressure. If you donât like it, weâll call it even, and you never have to see me again.â
Y/N hesitated, searching his face for any sign that he was messing with her. But all she saw was sincerity. He wasnât being pushy or demanding, just⌠hopeful.
After a long pause, she finally sighed. âFine. One date. But if you turn out to be some crazy celebrity playboy, Iâm out.â
Landoâs grin returned, brighter than ever. âDeal.â
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A week later, Y/N found herself walking into a small, intimate restaurant Lando had chosen for their first date. She was nervous, still unsure about the whole thing, but when she saw him waiting at the entrance with that same goofy grin, her nerves eased a little.
The night went better than she couldâve imagined. Lando wasnât just some cocky racecar driverâhe was funny, down-to-earth, and surprisingly sweet. He asked about her job, her hobbies, her favorite books, and genuinely seemed interested in everything she said. By the end of the night, Y/N realized she was actually having fun.
As they left the restaurant, Lando walked her to her car, the same little sedan that had started this whole mess. He turned to her, hands in his pockets, a slightly shy smile on his face.
âSo,â he began, âhow was it? Am I still in your good books, or are you planning to never see me again?â
Y/N smiled, shaking her head. âYouâre still in the good books.â
âGood to know,â Lando replied, relief evident in his voice. âI guess that means I can ask for another date?â
Y/N bit her lip, pretending to think about it. âYeah, I guess you can.â
Landoâs grin was contagious, and before Y/N knew it, she was smiling too.
And just like that, a minor collision had turned into something unexpected. Something more.
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*:ď˝Ľďž Notes; thank you for reading, loveâs! Hope you all enjoyed it! If there is something wrong or need to be edited, let me know! Also hey anon! If you read this, I hope that this is what you had in mind!
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rockstar!ellie x reader
warnings : SMUT!!, no to consentement (happened with a men ellie saved us), alcohol, âď¸âď¸âď¸, swearing, age gab? (ellie be like 2-3 years older), thigh riding (r ! receiving), fingering (r ! receiving)
idk if thats all but i worked hard on this one đ
enjoy!!
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âCmonnnnn weâre gonna be late!!â
ânot my fault you took 2 hours in the shower?â
you and your bestfriend were getting ready for that little concert that was in your city. it was so rare you had finally something fun to do, and the best part of it, is that your favourite band was gonna be there. you were so excited to go there, but your bestfriend was just making you nervous, in the worst way ever.
you had a denim mini skirt with a lace crop top in black with some leather jacket, classic ârockstar girlfriendâ outfit if youâd search it on pinterest. but, it was a rock show anyways, so you were fitting in that vibe.
you had a little smug eyeliner with some star glitter around your eyes. your best friend has some too. exited by the fact that you two were matching like some 13 years old teenagers.
âokay, im readyâ
âabout time!! now come on, i dont wanna arrive while its crowded, wanna have the best viewâ she tells you while bringing you outside towards her car
âgirl did you know my fav band are gonna be here??â
âugh omg you said it at least one thousand timesâŚâ she sighs
âokay okay, will you be less annoyed when i tell you they look like this :â you said as you showed her the guitarists and the singer. they were 3 and your age. absolutely gorgeous people.
âYOOOOOOOOO!!!â Layla said, looking at the picture of the three bendâs members.
ârightttt?!!!â
âokay but look at the men?â
âhis name is Jesse, one of the guitarist. currently dating the other guitaristâ you informed her, for only her smile dropping at the deception.
âlook, thats the singerâ you continue âher nameâs Ellie, and shes SO fucking hot, and shes gayâ
âlesbian?â she asks you while she starts driving towards the location for tonight.
âyeah, literally everyone who listen to their music is because all the fans envy her. i dont blame them thoâ
âwhat about the other guitarist?â she asks you, now interested in them
âIts Dina, Ellieâs exâ
âWHAAAAAT ??? nowayyyyâ
you two laugh at the drama you shared to layla. it was funny gossiping and her finally showing some interest in what you liked.
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arrived there, it was already crowded. nobody was on stage yet, but it was definitely bigger than you expected.
you friend touched your shoulder, knowing how much noisy places made you so uncomfortable.
âwhat aboouuuuuut we get VIP tickets for a quieter place mhh?â
âLayla? its too expensive i cant afford that, ill just- support itâ you tell her, looking at your phone trying to distract yourself
âtoo late babe i bought us someâ she says, looking at you with the biggest smile. eyes disappearing and teeth showing. She was your sunshine.
âwhaaat? you shouldnât have- im gonna repay you when i can okay?â
ânuh huh, its our night and my gift, okay?â
you nod and smile, worries erased by her gentle smile.
it was true, it was you guyâs night, and no anxiety would take that away.
In the VIP room, there was mostly middled aged men with some really young, but beautiful girls in their company. all already wasted. from here, you could be so close to the stage you thought if the artists would be close enough, you could touch them. you also had access to the backstage, which was an insane opportunity.
some normal people, like your age hanging out with people their age were also in the VIP. it was less awkward with all of those creepy men probably were âsugar daddiesâ
âim gonna grab us a drink ill be back, yeah?â layla whisper-screams in your ears then vanishes to the bar.
you look around you, analyzing the people. then get on your phone, just to seem lees alone.
âHey you gorgeous lady, would you mind some company?â a raspy voice said
you look towards the voice and see a men, probably 25 years old, but obviously drunk and maybe also high.
âi already have company, but thanksâ you said, gently, not wanting anything to happen.
âoh, but i dont see anyone babygirlâŚâ he said as he leaned closer to you while you backed off a little.
his eyes widen, completely surprised by your non interested move.
âim not gonna bite youuu, only if you ask me toâ he says and winks at you while touching your arm, going closer and closer to your breast.
âum.. no thanks..â you said, trying to get away, searching around for laylaâs figure somewhere aroundâŚ
âwhy are you so fucking rude? huh? cant even be happy someone wants to be with you mh? âlil slut..â he said as his grip on your arm was tightening, probably gonna leave a mark after.
âplease-â you started but got cut by someone else, behind you two
âshe said no manâ
the men looks behind him, feeling his grip on your arm going insanely tight. you hiss by the pain.
âsheâs with meâ he answers to the girl you yet didnât dare to look at, feeling embarrassed by this whole situation
âare you with this man, miss?â the girl asked you.
her tone completely shifting from raspy, loud and angry to sweet and gentle. making you look up from the ground to see the Ellie Williams defending you. you answer her a small ânoâ. scared if you talked louder the men would take away your arm at this point. or scared youâd cry from anger. the tight feeling you felt in your throat was cutting your voice to get through, if the knot would get destroyed, youâd probably sob right here, but it would only get tighter, feeling like it was taking the oxygen away from your lungs. feeling like it was choking you so it couldnât pass anymore. would only make your heart beat slower due to the little air you were able to breathe. but you felt like it was beating faster, like you just ran kilometers and stopped suddenly. making your body react in a bad way in the sudden change.
but that was only a feeling.
you just looked, away.
you could hear Ellie yell at the men until his grip on you left to only see his arm swing towards ellieâs face. only that she dodged his punch smoothly. almost satisfying to watch her doing it like she was the finest fighter in the world.
but the slowmo and the muffled voices stopped and when Ellie punched him. Everything was too loud and too clear.
blood getting out of the manâs mouth. attacking Ellie back. everyone screaming and getting away from the fight, creating a non purpose circle.
suddenly it wasnât a rock show, but a fight show.
Once Ellie completely knocked out the men, him completely passed out on the ground, blood all over his face. she went towards you
âYou okay?â she asked, gently as she didnt even just fought with someone like she was gonna kill him.
you simply nodded to her, shocked by this whole situation, never wanting it to end up this way.
âcome with me, yeah? ill get you some water and⌠clean you upâ she said looking at your cheek, having some blood on it.
you just followed her into her lodge. it was quiet and cozy.
nobody was in there, but you were kinda nervous about the fact that you were literally with a celebrity.
âsit downâ she obeyed.
you sat on the closest chair you saw, following her orders like a dog, still under shock.
ellie took a glass and poured water in it, placed it on the table next to you, then took a small towel and again, put water on it. she came real close to you, her head titled on the side a little bit, her fingers took your chin and made your head move a little bit on the side. she took the towel and took the blood away from your cheek. probably the menâs blood. ellie didnât have one single scratch. only her knuckles were brushed.
you watched her taking care of you like a little kitten she had found on the road and just, felt bad for it.
her eyes were concentrated on what she was doing, her fingers touching you so gentle, so softly. her bottom lip between her teeth due to the concentration. she might looked so rough earlier, but here? she was the softest person youâve ever laid eyes on.
âhere..â she said as she stopped what she was doing. she sat next to you, with concerned eyes. she suddenly cared so much about you.
âthanksâ you whispered, looking down to the glass of water in front of you.
âdont thank me, this guy was an asshole. are you hurt?â she asked looking at your arm, knowing he was holding it.
âif i were you id worry more about your handsâ you said looking at them, all bloody and swallowed.
âits okay, dont worry about meâŚâ She said getting up to grab some ice for your arm
âno, take it.â you said, putting it on her fingers trying to ease her pain from defending you.
the room went silent, a comfortable silence. the ones where you didnt rush do say anything or where you werent overthinking to find a subject to talk about.
Ellie on the other hand, was going insane. You were so pretty and you had a pin on your purse about their bands which meant that you were a fan. which meant you knew about her and listened to her music. the silence was driving her insane. sheâd just wish she was a normal person who werenât screaming for her name out there. screaming for her and the fact that they all wanted her. like she was theirs. but she didnât want that. she wanted to be yours, and it wasnât gonna be easy. she thought you were scared by her, she thought you saw her completely different now, that youâd stop listening about her being so so toxic with girls with the best beat dina and jesse could ever put to make everyone forget about how of an asshole she was.
about how the girl was hers but she wasnt the theirs. about how she just fucked the girl cause she was bored.
but now, you could saw her as a crazy girl that punches someone almost to death. someone dangerous.
you were just too pretty for this man, for this treatment. she would have done this for anyone, but taking care of them after? nahhh she wouldve just walked away.
âwhats your name..?â Ellie asked, looking dead up in your eyes like she wasnât going crazy on overthinking.
âmy nameâs ______â you tell her.
âim uh, im Ell-â
âEllie Williams, yeah i knowâ
âof course you do..â she sighed at herself.
âfuck- i uh my friend⌠sheâs gonna be dead worried!! fuck fuckâ you say, completely on panic mode
âhey, hey, hey, its okay, just send her a message to let her know youre all good, im not letting you out there again, something worse could happen to you.â she says, in a stern tone.
âyou worried about me Williams?â you ask her, calmed but surprised by her reaction, slightly titling your head a little bit. the small amount of alcohol in your system making you bolder than you ever could.
âbelieve it or not sweetheart, i care about my fansâ
something in what you said activated Ellieâs dangerous side. she was gonna torture you and never let you go.
âdont you have a show you have to do? for the caring of your fans?â
âi believe they can wait a little bit, dont you think?â she smirked at you.
that goddamn smirk sheâd have in those pinterest pictures of her if you searched up her name on the search bar. that smirk when she was on live and someone would tell how much they loved her. or when her fans would ask her to sign on their boobs.
that smirk.
âhow disappointed i would be if i was one of those, knowing you were just sitting in here with someone you didnt even knewâ
âmhhh i wouldnt care less dollâ
you blushed at the nickname, youâd cringe if someone else wouldâve called you like that, but the way she said made your panties grow a little wet spot faster than you thought your body could.
you shifted a little bit in your chair, uncomfortable by how sweaty youâve just became.
âdont you think its hot.. in here?â you said, praying for her to not notice it was because of how much your heart was pumping, making you red everywhere.
âfollow meâ Ellie said, getting up and walking in another room. you were almost too shaking to even walk but you managed to make your way to ellie. she was in a small bedroom. how could you know lodges had bedrooms? no idea.
âwe have those bedrooms if someone from the bend is tired or dont feel good, very useful. i think it was BeyoncĂŠ that asked thatâ
âyou know beyoncĂŠ???â you asked completely amazed
âuhhh, no. im a small artist, not a pop starâ she laughed and made herself comfortable on the bed.
you sat next to her, but shy enough to keep your distance away from her a little.
Ellie just grabbed a guitar that was hanging on the wall and started to play a little melody. her fingers stroking the strings so perfectly, making them some beautiful note and then you recognized the song. she was signing one of hers.
its like you were in a dream, the room was so dark but there was lights everywhere, hanging like a teenage room. making able to see everything with the most perfect lighting, you were able to see the intense shadows from ellieâs perfect muscles. aligned how it was made, like god modelled them himself with his own hands. the way she was just there looking at where her fingers were at to know what note to play next. her foot tapping around with the beat. her hair being lighten by the small yellow lights, making her auburn hair look way more softer than usual.
you couldnât contain yourself at the sight.
âwanna try?â Ellie asked, handing you the guitar with smile on her lips⌠her perfect lips- ok stop this madness.
âi- i dont know how to playâ
âill teach you- here, put it on your legsâŚâ she then got closer and took your hands to place them to make a chord. âand here is the chord C majorâ she smiled at you. âeasy right?â
âsure, if i dont count the fact that my fingers are about to exploseâ
she looked at you and laughed, you did the same. you felt now so comfortable with her.
âalright..â she said,
âget in my lap imma teach you some other stuff.â
âhuh?â
âthe guitar, you trust me?â
she said, clarifying your dirty mind.
âuh yeah, i doâ you said then sat in front of her, between her legs. she wrapped her arms around you and guided your fingers, showing you the chords. one by one.
her fingers felt sooo good on your skin, you were just wondering how good they felt inside of you.
you knew that what you were feeling was wrong, that you two just met but you couldnât help to press your ass to her crutch. Ellieâs words stuttered, and so did yours. every words were slower and her mouvements were more sensual, if you werent delusional.
the tension just kept growing and only one more move and it could be done for the both of you.
she pressed her head in your shoulder. still teaching you. a hand on yours- guiding you and another on your hip⌠and she just made you get closer to her, as you could even get closer. you were trying to not moan at this point. what she was doing, âteachingâ you guitar and making your heart skip a beat, pretending like nothing else was happening, like it was just all in your imagination. but the feeling was so strong, so strong.
you felt her lips stroking against the skin of your neck while she was whispering you the instructions of the next chords.
crazy how an hour ago you were with your bestfriend, being exited about just seeing ellie live, and here you were, she was literally teaching you how to play guitar with hers. this felt all like it was some kind of prank, too good to be true, but you were just there to enjoy yourself at 100%.
Ellieâs hand on your hip was now playing around on your thigh, sheâd tell you how good you were doing. she then moved her hand, painfully slow in your inner thigh. your breathing was speeding up like she was already in youâŚ
she has just touch you so little.
you craved her so much.
you let her get higher, she stoked her fingers on your clothed cunt, could feel the wet spot on your panties that was growing since you got into her lodge.
âis this okay?â she asked you. scared she was taking everything too far, but you just pushed her hand closer to where you needed her the most.
Ellie took the guitar away from the both of you and turned you over so she could see your face.
your legs wrapped around her waist and now both of her hands were on your hips.
the atmosphere completely changed. it was romantic and comfortable 2 seconds ago, and now its so much more intense, the room feels hotter and your nervousness is on the top of your head controlling you to stay still.
âellieâŚâ you whined.
that made ellie so much more bold. her hands moved up from your hips to your cheeks, not forgetting to touch every part of your skin that was on the way. it wasnât too slow and either too fast, just enough to realize she was getting closer and closer while her eyes switched on your eyes to your lips. you leaned in, like she was a magnet, pulling you towards her. her lips on yours felt the most right thing youâve ever felt. they were so soft, so warm, so so tender against your lips. the kiss turned into a make out soon enough like it was a relief from all the tension that had built. her tongue dancing against yours, feeling this feeling of euphoria in your whole body, only catching yourself needed more and more.
unconsciously, your hips were rocking against any pressure you could find. ellie stopped her kisses to only replace them on your neck. you tilt your head to give her more access. you had no idea what you were doing, its like your body went into full control and your mind was just beyond the clouds, seeing the stars when her knee pressed against your clothed cunt. a moan and a a relief sigh escaped your lips.
all was happening so fast and ellie was taking your shirt off, as you were doing the same to her, like in those romantic movies when the two characters find eachothers and they get heated in the moment. like there wasnât time, like you were late to somewhere.
ellieâs fingers found their way, once again on your clit.
âyou mind if i take this off?â she asked, with a smirk, but you could see her cheeks blushing, her breath being fast⌠her hands shaking.
you nodded, way too speechless of the goddess in front of you
âwords, i need words babyâ
âtake it offâ you saw, looking at your legs that were still wrapped around ellieâs waist.
ellie layed you down on the bed, now on top of you, looking at you up and down, analyzing your body. she gently touched the hem of your skirt to take it off. you lifted your hips up to help her. her mouvement were painfully slow, as she was trying to make this sooo memorable.
your panties along with your hips were now on the floor of the room. laying with only your bra left.
ellieâs lips returned to yours, while you could feel her hands getting closer to where you needed her the most.
âellie..?â
âyes, yes? whatâs wrong?â she asked, genuine
âi uh.. can i ride on you?â you asked her, closing your eyes to try and hide yourself from the immense embarrassment you felt, but before you knew it, ellie stood up, you looked at her, clearly confused about what she was doing
to your surprise, she only stripped herself, finding her now completely naked. you could see her abs.. her biceps.. the âvâ kind of shape she had on her lower stomach.. her small, yet perfect boobs, only finding your mouth watering at the sight- and not only your mouth but your pussy was drenched too.
âare you gonna stop staring at me?â ellie asked as she climbed on top of you, kissing you- again
maybe she felt magnified to you too? just like you felt so attracted to her
you were winning in anticipation and excitement
naturally, her leg intertwined with one of yours so both of your clits were pressing against eachothers.
feeling her like that against you was heaven. grinding yourself against her was beyond beautiful. the scene was so pornographic that iâd create a new sin in the bible.
âels! im so.. close⌠fuck!!â
âme too, fuck.. together yeah?â
and just like that she gave a couple more trusts against you and you did the same, as your mouvements were synchronized, as if it was destiny to find her and make love with the love of your life.
you saw and felt fireworks, a big release escaped as you were almost screaming by pleasure. and ellie was just, amazed by your fucked expression she could cum again over and over by just being on top of you, looking at you this beautiful. she couldnt stop.
âels! please!â you said as you felt overstimulated by your previous orgasm.
âplease give me another one, please.â ellie was begging at this point. as she needed it more than you, as she felt it in her.
she could go on and on, and you would let her abuse your cunt for the rest of your life if it felt like that.
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reunited
author's note: just a little drabble to make up for my absence. this takes place in the nothing happened in the way i wanted verse about six months after reader and matt get back together (aka stanley cup finals).
summary: you told matt you couldn't make it to the stanley cup finals...and yet here you are
pairing: matthew tkachuk x reader
warnings: cursing? pda?
you heard the disappointment in mattâs voice when you told him you couldn't make it to his playoff games. you'd managed to come to a game vs. the rangers, but when the panthers made it to the finals, it was clear that your schedule might not even allow you a week off. but when you looked at the calendar and saw you had an opening before you summer internship, you immediately booked a flight to miami.
everything was set.
until two days before game seven, the flight was canceled.
âmatt, iâm so sorryââ
âbaby, itâs fine. you canât control it.â
âiâm trying to look for flights but they're all full.â you could hear the way he tried to stifle his sigh. but you knew him like the back of your hand, you knew how much this meant to him, how close he came last year. and you wanted to be there. you knew he wanted you to be there.
which is why you took your airplane refund (and a little out of savings) and starting looking at rental cars.
in hindsight, making an eighteen hour trip alone was not the smartest decision you ever made, and it surely wasn't a choice matt would approve of if he knew about it. but maybe he'd be so caught up in the post game that he wouldn't ask how you got there.
when you got into the city, taryn was the one who met you at their hotel. she smiled and gave you a tight hug.
âhow was the drive? not too bad i hope?â
you gave her a sheepish smile. âi might need another five hour energy.â
she bumped her shoulder with yours. âiâm sure the game will be hyped enough to wake you up.â
âthank you for waiting for me.â
tarynâs laugh was immediately swallowed up by the sounds of traffic, but you felt it just the same. âmatt would kill us if we left you to walk to the arena alone.â
âhe doesn't know iâm here, does he?â
she shook her head. âwe havenât said a word. but please believe he's done nothing but mope about it.â
you rolled your eyes. âhe doesnât have time to mope, not when winning the cup is so close.â
and it was.
you couldn't remember a time where you'd screamed as loud as you had. your blood was pumping, heart pounding, you were torn between squeezing your eyes shut from anxiety and keeping them focused on the game. maybe after the game, you'd apologize to taryn for holding her arm so tightly, but she was squeezing yours back just as hard.
you watched as they kept the puck in the corner as the clock ran down. the nail polish you'd painted on your fingernails were in fragmented chips on the floor. your eyes kept darting from the jumbotron to the ice, back and forth back and forth.
but the buzzer went off and your boyfriend hopped onto the ice with his teammates. taryn was pulling you into a threeway hug with brady. before you knew it, you were being shuffled out of your seats, down the stairs, and onto the ice.
you were operating on autopilot, sticking close to taryn and brady. you were in the back, behind his parents and siblings, not really focusing on where you were going, only knowing that tarynâs grip was on your wrist.
people bumped into you, cameras were everywhere, yet your gaze was solely on tarynâs red leather jacket. maybe you should've dressed differently, worn something fancier instead of a jersey and jeans. it was game 7 and your boyfriend just won the stanley cup and you probably looked exhausted and there were going to be pictures that would probably live on the wall of mattâs childhood home for the rest of time.
taryn and brady stopped walking which could only mean that they'd found matt. if you could see over brady´s broad shoulders, you might have been able to see the embrace matt gave his mom, then the massive hug he gave his father. you couldn't hear what was being said, but you a glimpse of a red sleeve hug taryn before brady was next.
mattâs arms went around bradyâs shoulders, his head peeking over, when the two of you made eye contact for the first time in weeks. his blue eyes widened in shock before he physically shoved brady off of him and out of the way.
âno way!â matt said over the noise before you were being yanked into his arms, lips pressed against his. it was clumsy and mostly teeth, but who could blame either of you? heâd just won the stanley cup.
you pulled away first with matt still chasing your lips until you placed a hand on his chest. âcongrats, baby.â
âwhat're you doing here? i thought you said you couldn't make it! howâd you even get here?â
you smiled sheepishly. âi drove.â
mattâs smile dropped for a moment as he rolled his eyes. he placed a kiss on your forehead and brought you into your chest. âyou're an idiot, but i love you.â
âi love you, stanley cup champion.â
he preened for a moment until he realized you'd successfully navigated the conversation back from yourself. âdonât think we won't talk about that later, baby.â
as the celebrations continued, regardless of who came up to him, mattâs hands never left your body. maybe it was the high of winning or maybe it was because you hadn't seen him since game five against the rangers but he wouldn't let you out of his sight. you tried to sneak away to stand with his family while he was being interviewed, but he never let you get far enough. at one point, you were standing just far enough to be out of shot of the camera, but close enough to where he was somewhat paying attention to the reporter interviewing him.Â
âyou sure you don't wanna come with me?â he asked after the last interview.
âmatt, i promise she does not wanna go into a locker room with you and your sweaty teammates,â taryn chirped. âiâm sure you can survive without seeing her for a little bit.â
he didnât look convinced.
âwhenever you're finished, iâll be ready to do whatever you want. iâm here for a week.â
his eyes lit up right before he kissed you again. âfuck yes.â
you laughed and pushed him away. âgo celebrate with your teammates, weâll be ready when you are.â
he glanced over his shoulder at his teammates and then back at you. âi love you.â he started moving backwards but kept his eyes trained solely on you, not a care in the world as to who he was bumping into. âand don't think iâm not gonna say something about you driving eighteen and a half hours.â
he knew the time it took?
âhowâd you know how long i drove?â
a familiar smirk graced his lips. âbaby, i always know how far you are from me.â
âyouâre both sickening,â taryn joked as matt disappeared down the tunnel.
âmaybe, but i love him.â
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¤ he had everything planned out but how's he supposed to wait when it comes to you?
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¤ fluff, established relationship, sunghoon pov, awkward ending oops idk how to end stuff, this is a repost cos i accidentally deleted it a while agoă
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sunghoon often gets overwhelmed by his feelings for you. sometimes the love he feels gets to be so intense that he doesn't know what to do, losing the ability to think rationally about anything that has to do with you.
he knew right away that he wanted to be the one to marry you but he held back for the four years and eight months that you dated, waiting until you talked about marriage first. you'd brought it up to him one morning, a simple conversation. one he replayed for weeks.
during those weeks he planned everything; his proposal. he bought a ring, bought tickets to paris (jake's ideaâcity of love and all that), booked a really nice hotel, and he had a whole itinerary for the day he planned on proposing. he's pretty sure he's going to be in debt for the rest of his life because of these expenses but it's worth it.
when he brought up the trip to you he simply played it off as something for your five year anniversary, it was close enough to the date so you didn't think much of it. five years was a long time so why wouldn't you do something special?
so on thursday morning, you rush to the airport because someone (sunghoon) didn't want to leave your embrace yet. thankfully, you made it on time, sunghoon holding tightly onto your hand to make sure he doesn't lose you in the crowd.
it takes fourteen hours to get from seoul to paris and another hour to drive to the hotel. the flight was.. okay. as good as a flight can be but god was it tiring, you don't think you and sunghoon have ever been as happy as you were to see a bed until tonight.
the next day you take it easy, spending most of it inside your hotel room, briefly stepping out to get dinner at some restaurant nearby. you're walking back, hands swinging back and forth slightly.
"what're we doing tomorrow?"
sunghoon hums, "it's a surprise,"
you knock your shoulder against his, "can i have a hint?"
"nope,"
you groan, throwing your head back while sunghoon smiles fondly at you. he loves you, he knows that. today, though, it feels like it's bigger than love. a lot bigger. you haven't even done anything significant today; it was practically just a regular day. okay, other than the fact that you were at a hotel in paris, but he ignores that part.
honestly, he isn't sure if there's a word deep enough to describe how he feels for you. it feels like he's drowning, sinking deeper and deeper every second that he spends with you and he's okay with that. more than okay; he's happy.
he wants to make you happy, too. he wants to spend the rest of his life seeing your smile and your laugh. he feels a slight wave of anxiety wash over himâwhat if he messes everything up? what if his proposal turns out to be awful?
he sighs, shaking those thoughts out of his head, instead focusing on you whine about how you need him to tell you what the surprise is. he just laughs at you, pulling out the key to the hotel room.
"i'll tell you tomorrow when we wake up, okay?"
"or now," you smile up at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. his hands instinctively go to your waist.
"i can't, baby,"
"i'm gonna stay up all night thinking about this,"
he leans down, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, "yeah, i'm sure you will,"
you don't stay up all night. in fact, you fall asleep almost right away, probably still exhausted from yesterday's flight. sunghoon wishes he could fall asleep as easily as you, but he can't. not when he's proposing to you tomorrow. the presence of the ring hidden inside his suitcase is too suffocating, it's like he can feel it in his hands already.
he pulls you closer to his chest, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. he really hopes that tomorrow will be your last day as simply boyfriend and girlfriend.
he falls asleep after you but he wakes up before you. he's glad that he did because it gives him the opportunity to stare at you. he likes when he wakes up before you; it gives him the chance to see you at your most peaceful, when all the stress from your life is missing.
he shifts, cupping your cheek with his hand, rubbing small circles against your skin. he stares at you for a few seconds longer before leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead.
"g'morning,"
he smiles against your skin, "morning, baby. did i wake you up? i'm sorry,"
you groan, pulling away from him so that you can rub your eyes, "no, i was already awake,"
he hums and you sit up, stretching your arms out.
"i didn't forget about the surprise, by the way," you glance towards him, "tell me, pretty please,"
he's quiet when he speaks, licking his lips, "i love you,"
"i know you do. i love you too. is that your surprise?" you lay back down, the two of you facing each other.
"will you marry me?"
he doesn't think before asking you. it forces its way out of his mouth, not giving him any choice in the matter. at first he doesn't care, but soon you can practically see him go though all five stages of grief.
"wait, wait, wait," he presses his hand over you mouth when you begin to speak, "don't say anything. iâgod, let me ask you for real. i want it to be special, not something i say randomly,"
you listen to him patiently, waiting for him to stop before pulling his hand away from your mouth, "that was special, silly,"
he gives you a dirty look, "uh, no. i don't think me proposing to you in a hotel bed is special,"
"i think so. it's like.. you really couldn't wait to ask me,"
"i couldn't wait,"
"and i can't wait to answer you,"
he stares at you, taking in your expression. you're smiling at him, a soft smile that he hasn't seen from you before. it's different than all your other smiles, he doesn't know why. this one feels like you can understand the feeling that he has for you; something way beyond love.
"will you marry me?"
you giggle, a grin breaking out onto your face, "can i answer this time?"
he nods.
"mhm, i'll marry you,"
"thank you,"
"you don't have to thank me,"
he smiles, "yeah, i do. thank you for letting me into your life all those years ago and thank you for letting me stay in it," he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours, "i love you more than love."
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- # GIVE A FLY SOME HONEY !!
all roads lead to death valley
cw: southern setting & accents, sui ideation/thoughts, protected sex (are you proud of me), dead dove ending and undertones, sort of ambiguous, virgin cowboy!anakin x virgin afab!reader, ROTS coded!anakin, r2âs a horse, the force is in place of the christian God and is referred to as such at times, star wars being a fictional franchise in a star wars au fic, weird mix of a farm and a ranch, spanking, clit slapping, biting, readerâs inner freak has some crazy thoughts, mentions of humiliation and collaring/choking, anakin murders somebody (one scene of violence), what a heat advisory and the southâs sex education does to a mf, implied plus size and neurodivergent!reader, kidnapping????????????, mention of drugs, reader has a lot of internalized shame about where theyâre from
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Your unlucky streak rears its ugly head yet again. June was already shaping up to be a hot month, and your junkyard car wouldnât start. Youâre used to driving long stretches of road with nothing but livestock in fields to gawk at, it comes with the territory. But you couldnât afford gas and decided to push your luck on the way back home, nevermind that the drive would be at least 20 hours. Moving to the city had its drawbacks, the road trip to and back being one of them.
âNo, no. Come on, please work. Do you need me to fucking sing to you or something?â You groan, fruitlessly twisting your key in the ignition over and over.
Nope, âTough shit.â Your engine mocks, death coughs sputtering out one after the other.
â âYou havinâ trouble?â A masculine voice shouts from behind you.
You get startled by the sound and gracefully slam your head up into the roof of the car as you turn around. You must look like quite the sight, clutching your now throbbing head and stumbling out of your broken down hand-me-down car on a long open road. Once youâve blinked enough to adjust to the harsh sunlight, your eyes land on a tall muscular figure riding a horse. The clip clop of the horseâs dirty hooves on the gravel pierce your ears but the gentle sway of the manâs fluffy hair softens the blow.
âUmâŚ. yes, sir. I am actually. MyâŚ. my car wonât start and Iâm all out of gas.â You burn with embarrassment as you get through your explanation, trying your hardest not to throw up from the sheer social anxiety.
âWell that ainât no biggy, I think I can help with that.â The man cocks his head and hops down from the horse, a white stallion with a few faded black-gray spots here and there. âStay here, R2.â
Youâre standing there dumbly, ignoring the tiny rocks digging into your shoes and the pounding in your skull as the cowboy wanders up to you. The sun bounces off his dark hat in a way that gives him a sort of halo, and you gape like a fish when he tips it down at you in a silent greeting, reaching out to shake your hand after. The silver spurs on his boots reflect sunlight directly onto your face, so you miss his open palm the first time.
His hand is rough, you can feel numerous old scrapes and cuts when you accept the gesture. But itâs so much bigger than yours, and thereâs strange heat coming from his skin that youâre hesitant to pin on the southern summer sun. Too handsome, in a way that just canât be possible, you quickly swipe a fingertip over his ring finger during the handshake and The Force must be looking out for you because thereâs no ring. Not that youâre seeking anything out, but in the town youâre from, youâre lucky if anyone makes it past 18 without having a baby and getting hitched as a result.
Anakin tinkers away at your car for over an hour, finding more problems than just a lack of gas. Eventually he determines that youâll die in this heat before you can back on the road, so he asks you to accompany him back to his ranch and heâll send out one of his employees to bring your car around. You try to show him that youâre listening by âhmâ-ing and nodding every so often, but itâs hard to rip your eyes away from a very attractive man bent over and sweaty while heâs fixing your car. You definitely do not want to cry when his flannel lifts up as he wipes the sweat on his forehead away with his greasy hand, revealing the slight softness over his muscles.
Since your car was no longer an option, Anakin grins as he gestures towards his horse, âR2âs a good horse, wonât give you any trouble. He likes to make a lot of noise and has an⌠acquired sense of humor, but I reckon weâll get back just fine.â
He has you practice getting off and on the horse for a good while, the next step is letting you adjust to the feeling of being on one. Youâd be embarrassed that Anakinâs having to teach you how to ride but his hands curl around your waist, keeping you steady and whispering in your ear to not be so stiff. Horses can smell fear after all, itâd suck to not only have your car be broken but your bones too. Itâs a scene straight out of a cheesy romance novel, the kind thatâs a tiny yellowed book sold almost exclusively in run down gas stations with a cover not far off from a porno.
Your cheeks are burning the entire way to the ranch, you relax as much as you can on an animal thatâs a few hundred pounds of muscle with a searing hot body pressed right up against you from behind. It doesn't take long to get to your destination though, and before you know it sprawling fields bracket a mid size homey wooden building. There are some smaller pens for the cows to stay in and you follow their movement as an employee unlatches the gate and leads them out towards the left most field.
âThey gotta switch pastures every so often.â He informs you, urging his horse into an energetic trot, âAnd itâs a good rule of thumb to have about an acre per cow.â
You tighten your hold on the reins and try not to focus on your fear of falling off. The pace of R2 isnât one that you struggle to match but then again this is the first time youâve ever ridden a horse in a long time. Youâve always been too skittish to do it regularly, and when you moved you got rid of the hobby entirely. You take a deep breath and let the horseâs movements travel through you, coming to enjoy the gentle jostling as you go. Anakin keeps his hands around yours on the reigns, making sure you donât panic and seize up. R2âs not really beginner friendly unless he likes his rider, he has a tendency to just whinny and take off when the spirit moves him.
âThe Force has done me good and given me a nice house on nice land, but it donât mean nothinâ if iâm all by my lonesome. Ever since my dad passed and my maâ died a few years after that, the workers and the cows are all I got, plus R2 of course.â
All right, he sinks into the jargon a little too much, but the way the sun accentuates the scar on his cheek makes it a charming quirk. You want to lick his teeth when he smiles, you think, before blaming it on an oncoming heatstroke. Youâre no better than a man in this moment, and if you had seen him soaking up all of the attention in a crowded room in a bar youâd have no business being in, you like to think that you could pull him. You play with the slightly waxy feel of the leather reins, allowing the sensation of coarseness in the stitching to overpower any coherent thought.
âWhyâd you name your horse R2?â You ask, ducking your head as you feel him guide the animal towards the stables.
âOh uh, I was real wild over these sci fi movies from back when I was a kid. The hero had this robot called R2-D2, and I guess it just stuck with me.â He answers you with a shrug and a mild blush, curving his fingers around yours.
Your stomach warms at the feeling, but you refrain from returning the gesture, he probably isnât even thinking that deeply about what heâs doing. Heâs not obsessing over every square inch of skin that comes into contact with his own, not like you. Youâre already missing the comforting weight of Anakinâs herculean body when heâs pulling the reins to stop R2 and hopping off, clamping his big hands around your waist and helping you down. You wobble for a bit and find your footing before you can pick up on how he momentarily froze in front of you, anticipating an easy opportunity to touch you again. Force, you really are stupid, bless your heart.
You glance up at him and start to say something but then you hear rustling in the bushes, Anakin must hear it too because before you can tug on his sleeve and tell him, heâs pulling his revolver out from its holster and striding off towards the sound. Youâre quick to learn that he has a bit of a one track mind, especially when it comes to indulging the serpent twisting in between his ribs like a switchblade.
âIâll be damnedâŚâ
Youâre supposed to head inside and awkwardly linger around until your car is in good enough condition to get you back to Coruscant. The only thing is, youâve now found yourself without your new security blanket, and your curiosity agrees with how much you donât fucking want to speak to any of the people here without Anakin to hide behind. R2 loudly chuffs at you from his stall in the stables, either saying âThatâs just how he is, leave him be!â or "What are you doing? You should obviously go after him!â You choose to believe itâs the latter, so you wander off into the distance, following Anakinâs lead.
You catch up to him quicker than you thought you would, and you have half a mind to scold him like a child if you werenât catching your breath. All you can see is his wide shoulders because heâs hunched over something, your heartbeat quickens when you spot his gun being pointed at something. You circle around him to find a man squirming on the ground like a toddler, twitching every so often. Anakin seems almost enthralled by the desperate display, so he doesnât notice you until you gingerly place a hand on his shoulder, soft and looking to soothe. Later you wonât remember the blood on the manâs temple or the matching stain on the muzzle of Anakinâs gun, because you didnât witness that part.
He snaps out of it, turning his head to nuzzle his nose against your knuckles, â âs alright, sweetheart, just a meth head too out of his mind to watch where heâs goinâ. Had a knife with him, probably lookinâ to rob somebody blind.â
Your eyes flicker between him and the man, fully aware of how common stuff like drug addicts trespassing is and the old fashioned black and red âTrespassers Will Be Shot On Sightâ sign. Youâve grown up around guns, youâre more used to hearing them in a hunting or taking shots at beer bottles kind of way, but itâs not like Anakinâs the only one to have that kind of self enforced rule when it comes to his property. Still⌠killing a human man is different than making use out of a successful deer hunt, right?
âMaybe we should call the cops, he canât hurt nobody like thatâŚâ You try to reason, casting a pitiful glance towards the cowering man.
Thereâs a scratch on Anakinâs face thatâs still bleeding from the knife the guy had used before Anakin took it, it just barely missed his right eye, he couldâve lost it. Youâll ask to help him with it when you get back to the ranch, but you know that thereâs no seeing to it right now. You donât want to risk an infection just so you could brush your thumb across the wound, youâre not even sure why you want to, itâs like the urge just materialized in your head out of thin fog. Anakin gently shrugs your hand off and uses his free one to pull you against his chest, and itâs like youâre back on his horse, that same fear entwined with exhilaration like barbed wire. Your hearts are beating at the same pace, some folks say thatâs how you know itâs love, thatâs how you know itâs fate.
âYou donât got the stuff in ya to be a killer, thatâs just fine, darlinâ. âCause I sure do.â His words dissolve into a previously unknown to you cold sneer.
Anakin clamps a burly, sweaty hand over your eyes as he empties the entire magnum into the tresspasserâs skull. The bright sun bounces off the brim of his hat, casting a shadow over his stormy eyes. He may not have let you witness the massacre, but you will never forget the sickening yelps the poor bastard gave to Anakin like prayer. And then he got put down in a more inhumane fashion than if he were a rabid dog. To your gracious host, thereâs probably not a whole lick of difference. Between a wanderinâ sap and a deranged mutt, that is.
But thereâs a far off expression on his face, maybe he was once at risk of having two bullets in his temple at the hands of someone unforgiving.
âWelp.â Anakin exclaims, making a point of slapping his thigh as he holsters his pistol. âBetter head on home now, I reckon. Come on, honey, donât want to lose you to the coyotes.â
Itâs said like âkai-yohtes.â You balk at his teasing and obediently trail after him, a vulnerable duckling staying in line. The storm is hitting hard by the time youâre out of the woods, and you briefly wonder if the Angels up in heaven are gonna start bowling soon. A saying that got passed around in your family, when you and the ones before you would stare up in wonder and shiver in fear at the thundering purple skies as kids. You remember being surprised that one of the Angelsâ bowling balls never fell down to earth, maybe itâd be somethinâ like a meteorite.
As is the case with many things, itâs easy to lose sight of the fresh corpse in the dry grass. Once you turn around and thread your finger through Anakinâs, dirtying them, itâs almost like that man never existed. There must be something wrong with you, sure the situation is so unimaginable that it would be hard to cope with, but shouldnât you be feeling more guilt than you do? You feel bad, of course, but âeasy come and easy goâ has always been the way of things in these parts. God giveth and God taketh away.
Youâre back where you should be, a narrow dirt path going under a wooden fence to the ranch. Grand trees line the road forming a moss green canopy. A few workers are goofing off and playing a very amateur game of football, blissfully ignorant to the fact that Anakin can obviously see them from his place next to you.
It would be a peaceful place to die, a bright and clear afternoon-evening in the way that the world can only be when youâre about to leave it. Thatâs how youâd want it to feel, like youâre rowing a boat across the lake you used to go fishing at to see people youâd never thought youâd see again waiting for you. Fall leaves, blinding pale sun, a serene and calming quiet. Youâd be the happiest youâve ever been, skipping even though you never could as a kid. Thereâd be no sadness, only relief and a memento of everything thatâll only make sense when itâs someoneâs turn to see you again. No buzzing from mosquitoes or chirping from crickets, only little lightninâ bugs. Maybe you only get that kinda ending if youâre good, in the godly sense, if you come from something worth remembering.
Anakin raises an eyebrow and gently jostles you, and just like that your train of thought is derailed. He chalks it up to shock, and nods his head towards a clearing behind the building. A change of plans. You follow, as you are wont to do.
âThat rat bastard had it cominâ to âim, hun.â He tries to reassure and squeezes your hand, imploring you to see reason. âThe Force decided it was his time, sweet thing.â
You shake your head, not disagreeing, just in utter disbelief. âI just⌠most everyone in my life I've known thatâs died did it when I wasn't there. Iâve never had to actually be there when they⌠you know.â
âYeah, I know.â And thatâs all he says, regardless of the truth.
Itâs what you need, somehow he just understands exactly what that is. Youâre starting to think that you certainly donât have a damn clue. You look up at him again, really drinking in every facet of his entire being that you can latch onto and obsess over. Youâre remembering why you were so anxious to get out of this sinkhole, itâs a miracle you ever got out of it in the first place. His hairâs all messy, dark curls strewn about like a windswept bale of hay. A storm is brewing in his eyes, like he could Earth to rotate in the opposite direction if he wanted it to. He works his jaw around in a weird way to get rid of the soreness after grinding his teeth.
Itâs tantalizing, being the hand holding a man on the edge back from wreaking his God given havoc.
You dot a quick peck on his cheek, scrunching your nose up at the barest hint of prickly stubble.
His eyes widen, and the sun itself shines brighter. The cutest light dusting of pink spreads across his face, so he one ups you by pressing your lips together. Itâs exactly how a first kiss should feel, a simple gesture that leaves you breathless and with more butterflies than a flower garden swarming in your tummy. Thereâs no fireworks, but you can hear wind chimes and birds singing as your lips glide together, the meeting of your tongues is so natural that you wonât be able to remember when his slipped through the seam of your mouth. You want to keen as he maps out your teeth, his spit has to have some kind of aphrodisiac in it.
Anakin works your jeans open and off your legs completely, his pupils expand when he sees your thick thighs in all their glory but he keeps himself from slapping them and acting like theyâre the only part of your body. Thereâs an ever growing to do list in both of your heads, your combined inexperience brings a flurry of perverted ideas and porn scenarios to recreate with it, and youâre sad that youâll very likely leave with none of them being fulfilled.
He yanks the collar of your tank below your chest, immediately leaving over to bite your cute breasts with all the grace of a rattlesnake. He doesnât try to make any marks, he just wants to bite wildly and with reckless abandon, like heâs using your tits to self soothe. Youâd do the same if he let you at his pecs to be fair, his chest is practically as big as yours if not bigger.
âThis means somethinâ to me, hear that? âm always gonna remember my first.â He spits, clutching onto your bruised tit like heâs a split second away from sinking his hand into your viscera and dumpster diving for your heart.
He pauses pawing at your tits to reach in his back pocket and pull out a condom. Itâs crumpled and the packaging is worn by rubbing against the denim of Anakinâs jeans, you can tell that heâs excited to finally put it to use. Youâre glad that thereâs some safety measures being taken, but your heart swoops in disappointment at the dose of reality. Itâs the kind of thing that calls for the most diabolical, unhinged, strings of goopy fluid hanging from his balls as they slap against your rippling ass, raw sex. You donât let yourself pout, Anakinâs making good use of the only working brain cell between the two of you. You scoot back on his lap to give him room to pop to button on his pants and whip his dick out. It makes a heavy âthwop!â as it slaps against Anakinâs abs.
Your mouth waters at the sight, so thick with the just right amount of curve, it would scratch your throat perfectly. His hands shake harder as he rips the condomâs packaging open with his teeth and rolls it on his twitching length. You take a deep breath, finding comfort in the tense muscles on Anakinâs shoulders through his warm flannel. He curls a hand around the base of his cock and grasps it tightly, positioning it right under your empty hole. Youâre lucky he didnât have to tell you what to do, because working yourself down every inch wouldâve been much more painful if you already needed to be taught a lesson. Itâs weirdly sweet, the chaste pecks he presses along your nose and jawline as you adjust to what feels like a tree log forcing your tender folds to stretch around it. Your slutty body tries to twist itself in a pretzel with the way youâre swiveling your hips, trying to get more of Anakinâs dick inside of you when youâve miraculously already swallowed him to the hilt.
âI want this pretty pussy weepinâ for me, Iâm awfully sorry honey but iâm not stopping till itâs gushinâ all over me.â He speaks in between wet kisses up and down the column of your throat.
âMmm- Itâs okay, I want it like that, Ani. Promise- oh my god, so big.â
You make him feel like a man trying to outrun a forest fire only to get swept up in a tornado. Like thereâs a fever in his brain thatâs gotten into his blood, black tar dripping into his liver. Drives a man to drink so he can have a sliver of that feeling, that scalding need not even God could give you. Thereâs no finesse or coordination to anything, his lips frantically scurry along random spots on your upper body. His upward thrusts are heavy hitting and wrangle your breath out in stuttered gasps, he moves as if he were riding a horse, following only the imagined scent of old blood. Anakinâs cock is so big your walls could rip if he wasnât always keeping a sharp eye on how much heâs bullying you. He doesnât try anything crazy like fucking your cervix, it might shock you so much that you remeber exactly how long itâs been since heâs had your car âtaken to the shopâ.
His spurs dig into the dirt as he slaps your ass, the material of his gloves adding an extra bit of âumph!â to the resulting sting. Anakinâs jeans are so warm against your ass that it takes a few more spanks before you really get the urge to bend over his lap and tell him to just have at it until you sob. Youâre on an ecstatic high, living in the present with a near strangerâs dick balls deep inside of you. His eyes gleam gold when you make eye contact, and you find it so easy to fall down the rabbit hole, letting this man burn away all your responsibilities until heâs the last one left standing in a sea of ashes.
You donât mind that he stops talking eventually, switching to gruff grunts and harsh yells. âDonât be so stiff, let the movement roll through you.â Anakin digs his fingers into the meat of your jiggling ass and delivers a final smack to both cheeks. You sigh in relief, but then you snap out of your cockdrunk haze to yelp at the cruel hit to your swollen clit.
âNeed ya to keep squeakinâ sweets.â He orders. âDonât want the townsfolk to think I fucked your brain out your ears.â
Itâd be polite to make conversation with the people you meet when Anakin parades you around with his hat on your head later, something of a pre engagement tour. If the Force is good, youâll be willing, because rope burn isnât something you want to become your new normal.
âChin up, buttercup,â He says almost bashfully despite how hard heâs pounding your puffy cunt, âWe can get some ice cream at the fair after if ya like, make it a cute little second date.â
You whimper and harshly pull his hair, earning you a throaty moan and another slap to your clit, saying yes to him like youâve already done a million times. You thought that the pure social anxiety of being around so many of Anakinâs employees would be nerve wracking, itâs nothing compared to having to speak to them AND keep their bossâs cum from oozing down your leg. Anakinâs discarded belt catches your eye when a sharp thrust sends your head falling back, and you picture the scuffed up belt buckle as the O shaped ring of a more traditional collar. The black stains from working on your car only add to the appeal, it scares you exactly how much youâd let the man fucking you with a cheap gas station condom get away with. Youâve already heard him kill a man, finding yourself in a relationship is pretty much the natural next step.
When he cums deep inside with a hoarse growl, thereâs the sound of a bear trap slamming shut on an unsuspecting bunny rabbit. Your simultaneous orgasm is the tiny squeal it makes before it dies.
âI forgot to ask, hun, what stuffed animal do ya want me to win for ya?â
- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai
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summary. | The mob boss has an alternate way you can pay off your debt.
pairing. | dark!mob boss!Ari Levinson x naive!fem!reader.
chapter warnings. | NON/DUBCON, SMUT, dark themes, obsession, stalking, mob themes, manipulation, pet names, age gap, innocence kink, abuse of power, corruption kink, power imbalance, smoking (ari), debt, Daddy kink, control kink, jealousy/possessiveness, anxiety/fear, mild foreplay, vaginal sex, rough sex, praise, degradation, dirty talk, rough sex, mild choking, deceit, lying, drinking, creampie, manhandling (a bit), size kink (cock), alluded spying/stalking, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
word count. | ~5.6k
authorâs note. | series masterlist. after a million years, hereâs the final part! i hope you enjoyed this series. please enjoy the final part and donât forget to reblog. any and all feedback (positive) is welcome. no beta, all mistakes are my own. taglist: @hansensfics. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!
Time drags by slowly, each minute feeling longer than usual. Perhaps itâs because you donât do much anymore. You continue with your regular routine, though waking up and going to bed early isnât necessary.
Ari visits often, taking you on drives along scenic routes you never knew your city had. He sometimes stays with you at home, watching a movie while you feast on snacks. Any time youâre graced with his presence, he comes bearing gifts.
The first present required much convincing for you to accept. It was a set of rings with elegant jewels that cost more than your life. The mob boss placed each one on your fingers and kissed the pads of your digits, his lips so soft that you can still feel them.
You keep the rings locked up in your drawer, buried under items a thief wouldnât bother searching through. Wearing them makes you feel like someone you arenâtâhis girlfriend. No, youâre just his⌠something, for now.
The day after Ariâs first gift, he arrived on your doorstep with another.
Whenever you see him, he is always put-together. He wears expensive suits, and his hair is perfectly styled yet effortless. Heâs considerate, too, always asking about your eating habits and making sure youâre doing more than well while under his care.
The second present was a pair of shoes you had secretly been vying for whenever you got the chance to window-shop downtown. Ari sat you down on your couch and gently lifted your feet, slipping the shoes on as if you were Cinderella, and he was Prince Charming.
His touch remained gentle, although you knew he isnât always this way with others. Sometimes, you think of what Ari does when he isnât with you. Does he torture his enemies? Lurk in the shadows? Visit restaurants that are really fronts for more lucrative operations?
You push these ideas out of your mind when you realize theyâll do you no good, as the older man often says. He catches you zoning out and getting lost in your thoughts repeatedly. Itâs not as if youâre overthinking about yourself; you just canât help but worry about the arrangement youâre in.
Unlike the rings, you wear the shoes with pride and a twang of guilt. Youâre supposed to be paying Ari back, yet here he is, spoiling you into oblivion. You donât want to ask him why. You figure it must be mobster gentlemanliness, right?
Itâs been one month since the arrangement began, and you find youâre settling into it well. Ari makes sure of this, smoothing over all the wrinkles and ensuring that everything is the way it should beâthe way he wants it to be.
You wake up in peace, noting that itâs half an hour later than you usually set your alarm. You even linger in bed, trying to recall your terrifying dream about running from a man who posed as an ally at first. But you never escaped, and now you have to catch your breath. You barely remember what he looked like.
On your bedside tableâwhich is brand new after Ari replaced your old oneâis a piece of paper you know you didnât leave. You grab it and sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes once you brace against the backboard.
You recognize the handwriting immediately. Itâs Ariâs. You donât question when he left it, although the older man didnât visit yesterday. Something about a deal gone wrong made him busy. You told him you didnât mind just so he would spare you the details.
The truth is that you did mind. You mind a lot, actually. You find yourself thinking about the mob boss almost every second of the day, like heâs some crush you hope you can have all to yourself.
*Princess,
I hope you slept nicely. Donât tire yourself too much today. Iâm taking you out tonight. Please answer the door at around 1:30. Itâll be one of my associates.
*Yours forever, Daddy
You smile as you re-read each word. You appreciate the beauty of his handwriting and the fact he took the time out of his hectic days to leave you a note.
Once the rose-coloured haze disappears, you focus on the contents of the letter. Butterflies fill your stomach, but they taunt and awaken your worries instead of making you lovesick. You havenât gone out in foreverâwhere will Ari take you?
You get out of bed, and instead of brushing your teeth, you begin to pace along the expanse of your small bedroom. You have nothing nice enough to wear out on the townânothing to suit your counterpart, at least. You believe youâll look like an utter fool next to the revered man.
You eventually will yourself to calm down. You eat a delicious breakfast and search through your closet. Nothing.
The morning bleeds into the afternoon, and before you know it, there is a knock on your door. Itâs the same pattern Ari used before getting himself a key to your home. You recall the orders he left on the note and rush to open the door.
Youâre greeted by the face of Curtis, Ariâs most trusted associate. Youâve seen him from time to time, often staring down the girl in charge of serving the men with drinks and cigars or cigarettes. Whatever vice they want, she offers it up immediately.
Curtis doesnât say much, and neither do you. He hands you two heavy bagsâa paper one filled with boxes and a garment oneâand grabs the door handle, shutting it for you. The exchange is weird, but you know Curtis is just doing his job. You can only imagine what Ari would do if he found out one of his employees went against his rules.
The mob boss has told you about his jealous streak, but you would never reveal how flattered you are that he feels that way about you. Though you chalk it up to just being business.
You turn the lock into place and set the bag on the couch, sitting next to it. Another gift! Youâre more excited than youâd like to admit. With slightly shaky hands, you reach into the bag and take the tissue paper out.
Itâs white with little colourful circles that remind you of confetti cake, Ariâs favourite. You baked it with him one night, and it was delicious. You giggle at the memory of him covered in flour and cake mix.
Youâre gentle as you unwrap your gift. The first box is sleek, and you recognize the brand name. Youâve only ever dreamed of affording their cheapest item.
The gasp that leaves you when you take the lid off the box is audible and would make Ari chuckle. Inside is a pair of heels that gleam in the low light of your living room. You take one shoe out gently and inspect the details. Theyâre a work of artâand theyâre all yours.
You feel like a spoiled kid on Christmas morning, squealing and gawking at everything. You close the first box and reach for the next. This one is smaller but heavier. The outside is covered in what feels like suede or velvet.
You pry it open, and your jaw drops. Inside is a beautiful diamond necklace with matching earrings. Youâre not sure what the price is, but you know it must be worth a fortune. Your fingers itch to touch the jewels, but you resist the urge.
Itâs too much. You can barely breathe.
As if youâre being spied on, your phone rings when you abruptly shut the box. You search for the device briefly, succeeding just at the last few trills. Itâs Ari.
You answer the call quickly. His baritone voice comes out of the speaker, sounding just like honey.
âHey, sweetie,â he greets. You can hear doors shutting on his end, as well as the click of a lighter and the telltale squeak of his chair. âHi, Daddy,â you sigh almost dreamily.
Ari exhales audibly, and you assume heâs smoking. The thought of his nasty habit makes you wrinkle your nose. âDâyou get your gifts, baby?â he asks. âYesâbut I canât accept them, Daddy, itâs too much,â you protest, glancing back at the boxes. You realize you havenât opened the garment bag yet.
âThereâs no such thing as âtoo muchâ when Iâm spoiling you, honey,â he chides. You fiddle with the wrinkled fabric of your t-shirt. âAnd if Iâm hearing right, it sounds like youâre telling me ânoââŚâ
Your breath hitches. No, that wasnât your intention. âIâm notâIâm sorry, Daddy. I justâ I just donât know what to do. Iâm not used to this,â you express honestly.
Youâre determined to never break his rules for the next few months. Youâve already completed oneâwhich he celebrated with a deliciously home-cooked dinner.
The older man shushes you. âI know, baby. You donât know what to do without Daddy, hm?â he coos. The words make you feel slightly embarrassed, but itâs true. Heâs the only one that has helped you cope with your newâalbeit temporaryâlife.
You let Ari claim the following few words. Whenever he uses that titleâDaddyâitâs as if he snaps you out of some stupor, and you realize what youâre doing. But when you use it, it feels like second nature.
âDonât worry,â the older man says, attaching your name to the end of his reassurance to really grab your attention. Ari successfully grounds you. âJust do what I say, baby. Alright? You donât have to accept the gifts, but youâll wear them tonight,â he further explains.
âTonight?â you repeat. âTonight. When we go out. I have a small get-together planned with a few⌠friends,â the mob boss clarifies. "You know, honey, this is gonna be our first night out. Are you excited?â Ari asks, his tone a bit more light-hearted.
Admittedly, youâre much less than excited. Youâre nervousâscared. But you canât tell him this. You donât want to be a bother.
âYâ Yeah. Of course, Daddy,â you tell Ari. You have no idea what youâre going to do. âIâm looking forward to it, baby. I canât wait to see you all dressed up,â he hums. He picked the dress for you especially, wanting his girl to feel like a princess. âMe too⌠Where are we going?â you question.
âMy place. Youâre gonna love it, I promise,â he says. You nod your head, although the mob boss canât see you. Ari chuckles briefly. âIâll give you a tour once the guests are gone. Theyâll be nice, but donât talk to anyone when Iâm not there, âkay?â
You listen to him gladly. You wouldnât even dare to look at his other mobster friends.
âI gotta go now, baby. Call me if you need anything, alright?â Ari abruptly says, sighing deeply as if frustrated. âYes, Daddy,â you tell him. He blows you a kiss over the phone and hangs up.
You always knew that this day would come, but you never thought it would arrive so soon. You stand up on shaky legs and read the text message Ari sends. He tells you to be ready by 9:00, and you acquiesce. You just hope that tonight goes smoothly. And quickly.
The clock ticks closer and closer to when Ari said heâd pick you up. He texted you here and there, responses quick and well-rounded. You resist using your abbreviation and onslaught of emojis.
You take your time getting ready, making sure that everything is perfect. The dress fits perfectly and is absolutely gorgeous. You ignored the price tag, knowing it wouldnât sit well with you on the ride to his home.
You canât help but admire yourself in the mirror, though. You feel like the movie stars youâve always admired in their grand pictures with even larger budgets for the wardrobe, establishing them as fashion icons.
Holding your clutch to your chest, your other hand lightly touches the diamond necklace. Itâs a harsh contrast to the simplicity and lightness of your gown. The pink tulle is slightly sheer but leaves much to the imagination. You spin around a bit, too, emulating your childhood princesses.
There is a knock at the door. You take a deep breath and open it, greeted by the sight of Ari.
Ari and his handsomeness. Ari and all your fantasies and weaknesses. You smile at him until your cheeks hurt, but even then, you donât stop. You rush to hug him, squealing as he lifts you off the ground and presses a kiss on your cheek.
âYouâre an angel, baby,â he says once he puts you down. You preen under his careful gaze, his kind words. âYou look so handsome, Daddy,â you honestly tell him. You admire the ruggedness he keeps despite his current elegance.
He grins, and the car ride to his place is just like this. You sing praises to each other when the awkward silence becomes unbearable. Ari does most of the talking, while his trusted driver keeps the partition rolled up as classical music blares.
The older man tells you all kinds of jokes. You stare out the window whenever he catches you looking at him. His large hands remain on your thighs while yours are crossed in your lap. So far, so good, you think to yourself.
The drive goes by quickly, and soon, you pull up to his lavish mansion. It is on the outskirts of the city, nestled between tall trees resembling a forest. Ari exits the car first so that he can open the door for you.
You thank him and turn around to marvel at his house. It takes your breath away. You've never seen anything like it. Before you can ask Ari a few questions about his home, he drags you towards the entrance, hand on the small of your back at first, until he decides to loop it around your waist and pull you close to him.
âDon't worry, baby. Just be a good girl, 'kay?â Ari husks in your ear, glancing at the associate who opens the for for the two of you. You simply nod your head, words leaving your mouth as you take a peak inside.
So many people. So many eyesâall of them on you.
You gulp thickly. Ari grabs a flute of champagne from a serverâs tray, offering yoou one with a telling glace. You shake your head. Even with all the alcohol in the world, you wouldnât be able to calm down.
Ariâs hold on your waist grows firmer as men approach and speak to him. Sometimes, he strays to your ass, and you end up choking on your spit each time he does so.
You donât recognize anyone here, except for Curtis and the other associate that had brought you to Ari the day you reckoned your fate. Neither of them spare you a glance, and if they do, you donât notice it.
You hold onto the mob boss tightly, scared of losing him. You wouldnât dare speak to anyone if that happened.
âEverything alright, baby?â the older man asks, once again tilting his head down to hear you better. âYup,â you breathe out shakily, looking around. You notice that Ari doesnât return to his normal stature, and then he realize your mistake.
âSorry, Daddy,â youâre quick to say, and he presses his lips together in a line. âItâs okay. Donât let it happen again,â Ari warns. âYes, Daddy,â you diligently repeat, and he presses a quick kiss to your cheek.
Someone calls the mob bossâ name. You turn to look at who the voice belongs to, and youâre greeted by the sight of a man with two barely-clothed women hanging off his arms. You can see it in their facesâthe unhappiness, the fear.
Ari can sense how tense you are, and he can sense the way Daniel has been dying to push his buttons all night.
âPrice,â the mob boss bluntly addresses his colleague. The other manâthe one with a goatee and an ego bigger than the entire continentâsimply nods. âLevinson. Nice party youâve got⌠Even nicer girl, hm?â Arthur smirks.
You can feel the strangerâs eyes on you, drinking in your appearance. You hate that feeling. You meet his gaze and he leers at your brazenly, winking and darting his tongue out to lick his lips, the action too slow for comfort.
Ari clears his throat to interrupt the moment. Daniel directs his eyes to the older man before engaging in some âwork-relatedâ chatter, while you choose to focus on the women he practically holds hostage. Arenât you just like them? Treated with more class and manners, but how long will that last?
You want to leave, but you know you canât, and that upsets you. You have no autonomy, and for some reason, this finally upsets you after about a month of living in Ariâs precarious arrangement.
âNow, if youâll excuse me, I have somewhere else to be,â he suddenly ends the conversation, snapping you out of your reverie.
Ari drags you away from the watchful, prying eyes of others. You can barely keep up with his pace.
âWâ Wait, Daddy!â you call to him, but he doesnât listen. Ari leads you up a set of stairs, and the amount of bodyguards lessen with each step, until there is no one left except for you two.
âWhat was that? Hm?â the mob boss questions angrily, pushing you into his personal bedroom. No one else has ever been inside it beforeânot even his past girlfriends.
âIâ I donât understand,â you stutter, panting as you try to catch your breath. âReally? I saw you gawking at Price,â Ari disproves. You furrow your brows. âI wasnât! I would never,â you promise, placing your hands on his chest to placate him as best as you can.
Ari doesnât shrug off your touch, but he does look away from you. âPlease, Daddy. You have to believe me,â you continue. Ari looks back to you, and he sighs. âPromise?â he asks.
There isnât much light in the room, save for the lamps in the corners. But you can still see the darkness of Ariâs eyes, and while it should frighten you, you can feel your panties dampen at the sight.
âPromise, Daddy,â you repeat. For added measure, you press a kiss on his nose, ready to pull away with a smile. But Ariâs hands quickly grab your face, cupping your cheeks and keeping you in place. âDaddy?â
The older man doesnât say anything. He pulls you close and captures you in a rough kiss. It appears to be passionate, yet it screams ownership. You donât know the differenceâhow could you? It feels right, it feels like what you owe the mobster. At least part of your debt, anyway.
When Ari finally pulls away, you can barely breathe. He doesnât say a thing, and neither do you. Instead, he pushes you towards the bed, and you fall back with an âoomph.â
âWâ Wait, Daddyââ you start, trying to sit up. Ari shushes you, pushing you back down with a small motion once he climbs on top of you. âYouâre my good girl, arenât you?â he pants, grabbing your body and flipping you onto your stomach. Ari manhandles you with ease.
You nod your head and try to wriggle out of his grasp. Itâs all moving too fast for you. âStay still. Let Daddy make his baby feel good,â he demands, his voice hard enough to will you to listen. You still beneath him.
âAttagirl,â Ari chuckles, pulling the skirt of your dress above your ass. It was already a bit shorter than youâd like, but now everything is exposed to him. The cold air on your ass makes goosebumps rise on your skin. You shiver at the sudden cold.
âFuck, this ass is perfect,â Ari growls, grabbing a handful of the supple flesh. He lands a sharp smack to your butt, and you gasp at the contact. It stings at first, but as the feeling dies away, you realize that you enjoy it. You grow shy with shame. âIâm gonna ruin you, princess.â
His words seem like a promise, but they sound like a threat.
âDonât you think we should take it slow, Daddy?â you ask him, voice a pitch higher out of fear. Fear of him? Fear of his answer? âIâve taken it slow, honey. Iâve been a gentleman,â Ari assures you.
He isnât wrong, but youâre not sure if you agree with him. Itâs only been a month. You havenât known him that long.
âBut this wasnât a part of the deal,â you protest one final time. Youâre quieter this time around, and Ari pauses in his tracks. There is silence for a few moments, until he speaks up. âIt is now.â
That is all he says as he grabs at your panties, ripping the fabric off your skin. You gasp at his actions, and the sound turns into a lewd moan when his fingers find your folds.
âYouâre soaking, baby. Like a little whore,â he coos, rubbing the pads of his digits up and down your wet skin. You shudder from the pleasure, squeezing your thighs together when Ari touches your clit. âItâs okay. Daddy loves his little slut,â he professes.
Your head spins from the pleasure, the confession, and the turn of events. Your voice catches in your throat when Ari rubs your clit, sending jolts of electricity throughout your body. He pulls sounds from you that you never knew you could make. Theyâre music to the mob bossâs ears.
Ari chuckles, as if in victory, when you begin to gyrate your hips to meet the movements of his hands on your pussy. He can feel his hard cock straining against his pants, and all he can think about is fucking you. He hasnât stopped thinking about fucking you since he first saw youâand that wasnât the day you went begging to him.
âDaddy,â you mewl, sending a rush of blood to Ariâs dick. âIâm here, baby,â he coos, picking up the pace of his fingers. His other hand plays with your ass, groping and lightly slapping the flesh as he brings you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night.
The older man makes you see stars. Youâve never felt this way beforeânot during the late, lonely nights under your covers.
The pressure inside you builds, and your pornographic sounds become louder. The squelching of your cunt nearly rivals your moans. âFuck, you gonna come, honey? Gonna make a mess on Daddyâs hand?â Ari asks, his words coaxing you towards that brink.
You topple over and cry out, dripping hole clenching around nothing. As if your body is a separate entity that belongs to him, you involuntarily nod your head at Ariâs question.
âShit. Thatâs it. Such a good girl,â he praises, the words going to straight to your head and making you smile through your pleasure-filled haze. You grip onto the expensive bedsheets and ride out your climax, grinding on Ariâs hand until the nerves of your clit become oversensitive.
Ari, unable to hold back anymore, pulls his fingers away and admires how they glisten with your slick. The sweet scent of your cunt fills the room, and he has the overwhelming urge to make you come apart on his mouth. But that has to wait for now.
The mob boss places his wet digits inside of his mouth, revelling in your taste. He makes a show of it, too, knowing you can see him in the mirrors that are in headboard of his bed. The sight his lewdâenough to make you throb in need and get wetter with want.
Thereâs a small voice in your head that sounds exactly like you. It tells you that this was never a part of the deal, that Ari shouldnât be doing this. You find it difficult to listen to its reasoning, too clouded by lust.
You watch as Ari reaches for the zipper on the side of your dress, pulling it so harshly that it breaks. In just a few seconds, he tears the fabric from your body. You gasp at the display of strength, not even having the chance to bid farewell to the dress.
Your nipples pebble from the cold air, and they rub against the bedsheets, sending a wave of euphoria through your body. âDaddy⌠Please,â you whimper, rubbing your thighs together as your desperation for something grows.
âI got ya, baby. Daddyâs here,â Ari shushes you, mildly slurring his words. You barely even register that this is the first time Ari has seen you naked. In fact, he never should be seeing you naked.
Ari marvels at your body, although this isnât the first time he has done so. Youâre just so gorgeous, he canât help himself.
The mob boss begins to undress himself, not caring open the buttons that fly as the fabric stretches against his toned muscles. The velvet suitâone of Ariâs favourites, which he can always get another ofâends up on the floor. The tendrils of hair fall from the gelled style he originally had, framing is face to make the man look more rugged than usual.
He pulls down the zipper to his pants and frees his hard, thick cock from the confines of his boxers. Ari gives himself a few strokes, letting a few beads of pre-cum drip onto your ass.
You arch your back just a bit, giving the older man better access and a better view of whatâs his. Ari slaps his fat tip against your leaky hole, sliding it through your folds as he teases you. When he reaches your sensitive nub, your muscles twitch slightly.
You maintain a steady hold on the sheets, bracing yourself for the intrusion. Youâve had sex before, but it was so long ago and an experience that you gained nothing from. Youâre always too busy to properly treat yourself. You can imagine that thisâll feel like your first timeâonly better.
âYou feel that, baby? Hm?â the older man asks, bending over you. One of his strong arms is near your head, used as leverage to hold himself up. âUh-huh,â you moan, feeling how Ariâs hard cock rubs against your pussy. *Heâs so bigâjust like the rest of him.
âSâall for you, honey. You have no idea what you do to me,â he grunts, sliding his cock back to your hole. Before you can respond, Ari begins to push into your cunt, stretching you out slowly. You breathe through the entirety of the ordeal, moaning at the intrusion and the sheer filth of it all.
When Ari finally bottoms out, his heavy balls are flush against your clit. His dick is deep inside youâyou feel so full. You take a few moments to adjust to his thickness, getting up onto your forearms so that you can look at Ari.
You tilt your head upwards and make eye contact with the mob boss. His usually blue eyes are blown out with lustâa dark look to him that youâve never seen before. Ari leans over you even more, his cock still deep inside your wet pussy.
His dominant hands moves towards your neck, and he wraps his hand around your throat after shifting upwards, almost as if heâs holding your jaw. The action frightens you, but you feel no pressure being put on your airway.
Itâs the control. The fact that youâre his, and he can do anything heâd like to you.
Before you can say anything, Ari begins to fuck you. He pushes and pulls his cock in and out of you. The mob boss hits your g-spot with expertise and turns you into a moaning, pathetic mess. Ari watches you intently, never once breaking eye contact as your mouth drops open in pleasure.
Your sounds are pornographic. You donât have a moment to feel shameful about them, though. The noises that come from his skin slapping against yours is loud. So is the squelching of your sopping cunt.
âDaddyâso deep!â you cry out, going limp in his hold. Itâs as if you can feel him in your guts. You babble like a baby, making Ari chuckle. Heâs dreamt of this moment for so long, and itâs better than he could ever imagine. âYeah? Wait âtil I try that pretty mouth aâ yours,â he whispers in your ear, biting the lobe.
The thought of Ari fucking your face creates a lewd picture in your mind. Youâve never thought about it before, but the way you pussy squeezes his cock tells Ari what you think of the idea. Even if, deep down, you didnât the mob boss to fuck your face, he would still get what he wants.
âShit,â you mewl, eyes rolling back into your skull. The older man pummels into your relentlessly, practically abusing your cunt. Ariâs dick is coated in your slick, the smell of it and sweat filling the room. âThis cuntâs cryinâ on my cockâyou gonna cry, too, princess?â
You donât really register what Ari is saying, so you just nod your head like the obedient girl you are. âGood girlâalways such a good slut for Daddy,â he groans, looking down to admire how your ass ripples when his pelvis slaps against the soft flesh.
You cry out as Ari pumps into you relentlessly. You can feel the euphoria build up, and itâs unlike anything youâve ever felt before. ââS so much, DaddyâŚâ you express through your moans, fuelling Ariâs ego. âYeah? You gonna come all over Daddyâs fat cock, baby?â the mob boss asks.
Nodding your head, you topple over the edge of your climax. Your sounds become choked and grow even louder. Your pussy squeeze Ariâs dick, creaming around his hardness as you come undone. Ari marvels at the sight.
Your eyes squeeze shuts and your hold onto the bed sheets tightly. Youâve never felt such pleasure beforeâeven at your own hands. Itâs like Ari knows your bodyâand your entire beingâbetter than you do.
âThatâs it. Good girl, â Ari growls, admiring how your leaky pussy just swallows his dick. The arch in your back is mean, but he loves it. He loves watching you take it. His once-innocent princess is now the older manâs whore. All his, forever.
The stars in your eyes dissipate as you ride out your high, coming down from it slowly but surely. Itâs hard, though, as Ari is relentless in how in pounds into your cunt. âWho owns this pussy, honey? Hm?â Ari asks. He can feel his own orgasm building up, and he knows he cannot hold back any longer.
âYou! Sâall yours, Daddy. âM yours,â you mewl, and as if on cue, Ari shoves his hips forwards and he stills his movements. His heavy balls clench as he leans forward, completely covering your body with his. Ari holds onto you tightly, filling your pussy with his cum.
Ropes of his seed shoot from his tip and coat your inner walls, filling you to the brim until some of it leaks past his fat cock. He gives a few thrusts just to tease you, smiling when you whimper from the stimulation.
Itâs so damn messy where the two of you are connected. Ari has the desire to clean you up, but he knows that your sweet-self wouldnât be able to handle all that in one night. At least, for now.
When the older man finally catches his breath, he slowly pulls out of your pussy. A trail of his cum follows, leaking out and mixing with your juices. He rolls you onto your side gently, laying down next to you as he watches your face intently.
You have no clue what to say. You canât even begin to wrap your head around what happened, especially as the haze doesnât seem to leave any time soon.
A few moments of silence pass. Ariâs hand rubs up and down your arm, moving upwards to cup your cheek again. He drinks in very detail of your face and you watch him, too, just not with the same intensity.
âDâ Daddy?â you quietly say, and his ears perk up. âYeah, baby?â Ari responds. âWhat now?â you question. Where do you go from here?
âWell⌠I think you should get some rest,â he starts, sighing deeply and he seemingly fights back a yawn. You agree, but thatâs not what you meant. âIâll get you cleaned up, donât worry,â the mob boss assures you.
âWhat about the deal?â you continue.
More silence, and the sound of Ari clearing his throat. The deepness of his voice remains as he speaks.
âI think I may have to extend it, honey,â he honestly tells you, words heavy with disappointment. You donât really know what to thinkâyou have no reaction, save for the small nod you give him. Youâve come to realize that whatever Ari wants, he gets. And heâs so damn greedy.
You drift off to sleep slowly, accepting your fate even though it was too late the moment you resigned and stepped into his office a month ago. It could be worse, you could be dead, you reassure yourself.
Ari stares at the ceiling and thinks about how time can fly. Soon, those promised months will turn into a year, and then even more. Just like he plannedâjust how itâs supposed to be.
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You've heard of range anxiety, of course. Lots of folks upset about how many miles their theoretical electric car can "do," when they haven't left their city for sixteen years. What my neighbours have to be worried about is strange anxiety, which is to say all the bullshit I stole when the abandoned Tesla factory's fence got cut by those raiders.
Back in the day, hot rodders used to build their cars out of leftover military gear. Once World War II was over, nobody wanted all these cool machines lying around, and the governments of the world had not yet invented China to send their garbage to. Belly tanks. Supply truck axles. Superchargers. All this glorious stuff was just free for the gettin', and gettin' the newly-minted middle class did, stuffing it into their weird shitboxes and then driving around with way too much power and too little understanding of mortality. So it is today.
You see, everything in the entire world has a lithium-ion battery in it. Vapes. Flashlights. Those boxes at the mall that shock people back to life who had a heart attack at the cost of grapes. And folks just chuck this stuff into a pile when something small happens: maybe they don't like the colour anymore, a thinner version came out, or it had a little tiny eenie-weenie baby fire. All those good batteries, these power-dense miracles that would have been science fiction a decade ago, just going to waste.
All this is to say when you see me blowing down the street in a hacked-up Model T, above three Tesla axles, with the rumble seat entirely stuffed with bodge-wired vape batteries, make sure to at least admire the amount of work that went into making all this garbage usable again. And, if it's not too much of a problem for you, please make sure to buy fire extinguishers that are electrical-safe. None of that hose shit anymore, please, it just spreads the flames. We're in the future.
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First Crush - 9
Although it fills you with anxiety, Bucky has asked you to trust him and that's what you are going to do. You and Bucky had a longer conversation that night after Abby went to sleep. He said he wouldn't take unnecessary risks on missions. You had to trust him on what's deemed as "necessary".
You both want to see where this relationship takes you. He doesn't want things to end even though you were ready to call it quits to save yourself & Abby from future heartbreak. Have you asked yourself why couldn't you have been attracted to someone in Accounting? Yes. A nice stable accountant who drove a reliable Toyota Camry. Nope, you had to fall for the Ex Hydra Assassin, turned Avenger. He's the one your daughter wanted too.
He is very thoughtful and sweet when it came to you and Abby. It would have been easier for him too, to finds someone else. He could have let you go & found someone who liked this Avenger lifestyle. Someone easier to date, who didn't have a kid.
Bucky is stretching out in the chair across from you after lunch. "There's this thing at the Compound next weekend. Stark's throwing a...party for the Agents & their families. You know, because our work doesn't affect only us, but the families as well. Its like a 'thank-you'." He gives you a smirk, because this fits in with the situation you both are going through. "There's going to be food, entertainment, rides & games for the kids. Then fireworks at night. I wondered if you and Abby want to come. I have a residence there, too. You both can pack an overnight bag and spend the night so we don't have to make the trek back into the city."
"Oh, wow! That's out in Westchester, right?"
Sitting forward & leaning against your desk, "I can pick you & Abby up in the morning and we can drive out together. I picked up a car seat, so Abby will be safe & sound."
Surprised, "you got a car seat?"
"Yea, when we went to the park I couldn't take you guys home because there was no car seat for Abby."
"Bucky. That is so sweet. You didn't need to do that."
"Of course I did. How else can I take my girls out?" He gives you a sweet smile and you're reminded that this is why you want to work things out with this man. He's so considerate & he's trying. He's making an effort to make this relationship work.
"I think Abby will lose her mind. We'd love to go."
"Great, its settled then." He walks around the desk and drops a kiss on your lips. "I haven't forgotten about our date either."
You smile, "You've been recuperating."
"I'm fine to go out. You let me know when you can get a babysitter, and I'm set."
"Ok. I feel so bad. I can't tell Abby we're going out because I KNOW she'll ask to come, too." You grimace, "And I don't want to share you," reaching to hold his hand. "I'm a mean Mama."
"It doesn't make you mean. We get this date & we're taking her to Westchester the following weekend."
"I'm not used to dating life with a child. You're the first person I've dated."
He smiles, "We'll stumble through this together." Giving you another quick kiss, "I've got to head out, I got a meeting. I'll talk to you later." You nod & watch him leave.
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You were able to work it out with your neighbor to have her pick Abby up from daycare & keep Abby at her apartment so you can get ready for your date with Bucky. He wanted to do dinner and dancing. That sounds like such an old-timey date. The Flatiron Room between 5th & Madison Ave, plays 40's music, so Bucky made reservations. It was so much fun. You spend the entire night dancing. He's a great dancer. It felt like you were in one of those old Hollywood movies with Gene Kelly. You were so happy you were prepared for this date.
You made a 40's playlist and had little dance parties with Abby at home. You watched YouTube videos to learn 1940s dances. You wanted to surprise Bucky. You and Abby did a lot of improvising. Abby especially enjoyed a good twirl whenever possible.
"No Mama, like dis." She twists & turns her little hips to make her dress swirl out. "No. No." She frowns at you. "You do it wrong." She stops her dancing to grab your hips. "You needs to shake it."
"Excuse you! I am shaking it."
Rolling her eyes, "No, you needs more, Mama. More. Lookit, like dis." Again, she twist & turns her little hips.
"I'm doing exactly that."
She has the audacity to laugh, "No. No you not."
You do some exaggerated twist & turns & Abby starts clapping, "You dids it! You dids it!" She joins you in dancing again. "Good works, Mama!" You start laughing and collapse on the floor, out of breath. This kid! She stops to fall on top of you & cuddles. "You dids do good, Mama. I's proud of you," giving you a loud kiss on your cheek.
You recognize that she's mimicking the phases you tell her when she accomplishes things. Your sweet girl. Turning off the music, "Thank you, Baby. It's your bathtime. Go pick out your PJs and you can have 2 stories tonight."
"Ok, I pick out 3."
"I said 2."
Again with her cackling laugh, "I thought I heard yous say 3," as she runs down the hallway.
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Hello! I hope youâve been doing okay! I saw that you had requests open and I also saw that you take requests for Carmen? If itâs totally okay of course to request for him! I got into the bear a few days ago and my brain has been filled with nothing but thoughts of Carmy. Would it be okay just requesting something thatâs just Carmen being worried/concerned about the reader? He just always sees whenever thereâs that tiredness to them when it looks like itâs a bad day, that slump in their shoulders that all too much reminds him of him a little sometimes, just bringing them into the office and his eyebrows are furrowed with that look of concern and his eyes the same, maybe unexpectedly just wrapping them in a hug (Your writing is so cute btw!) đ
to carry and to bear
ask, it will be my infinite quest to fulfill! love this request so much and i loved writing is even more. i'm going to be so annoying when s2 comes out, especially since i love carmen's character so much! thank you for your request anon <3
carmen berzatto x reader
warnings: richie (yes heâs a warning), unresolved anxiety, horrible customers, fainting
word count: 5k (short for me lmao)
a/n: you know i love a character when i'm completing fics in under a day..lets pray this momentum keeps going
Wrapping yourself tight against the chilly wind of the unforgivable Chicago weather, you watch the city coming alive in the early morning as you walk down the concrete sidewalk of the Beefâs city corner.
Merchants and gazebo have begun to set up shop, their bright red vendor stands a stark contrast to the grey haze of the windy city. Corner stores and cafes have begun to uncover their blinds, dusting away the sliver of droplets that had long since evaporated after a heavy downpour the night before.
itâs slow though.
The mass of cars and yellow cabbed taxis havenât yet filled the gravel roads, and the surging rush of traffic and uncontrollable road rage the beef windows have been accustomed to viewing hasn't filled the air.
The pinch of cold begins to itch against the cracks in your outerwear. Your trusted winter jacket and gloves had been left at the bottom of your laundry basket and instead you were forced to throw on a flimsy polyester jacket that provided absolutely no warmth.Â
Your fingers are stuffed into your pocket, trying to hide them from the cold but it is no use. They shake against the freezing air of wind as you push past huddles of men chain smoking and passing coolers of steaming coffee on street corners.
Youâre about to go ask for a cup, despite Carmen's disgruntled comments of their huddled group festering near the restaurant. They were a pack of wolves, and whilst Sydney's sandwiches had fended them off for a while, the hole in the Beefâs window was still fresh. Like a cycle, more and more had begun to trickle in from alleyways, leading to customers steering clear from the nearby streets.Â
Carmen didnât even like you walking to work this early, you get it, despite being daylight, Chicago had a way of defying social norms. You had paid some attention to the increase in robbing and attacks that had begun to frequent news reports.
It wouldn't have been a problem, walking was always voluntary for you as you had a perfectly fine working car that would drive you to and from your destination with as little as a rumble from its engine. And yet, that seemingly perfect car decided to break down on you this morning, leading to an overheated engine and a smoke filled hood.
So not only did you have to pay for a towing truck to drag away your car to an auto shop you couldn't afford to afford, but you were late. And you hated being late.
Not to mention your sister had called you late last night, asking to stay for a couple nights after her good for nothing boy-friend you would rather call a child had kicked her out after a fight.
She had rambled for nothing short of 2 hours after you had gotten home from the Beef late last night, and the pull of sleep had begun to weigh on you. The exhaustion and deprivation had written itself in the slug of your limbs and the slump of your shoulders.
You had to come in today, there were no rest days even if the Beef wasn't neck deep in debt and Cicero didn't have you all on a leash. Especially if you wouldn't allow yourself one. You had that in common with Carmen, you frequently ignored your own needs for your craft, the same insatiable passion and need for perfection driving you to exhaustion.Â
The familiar chime of the Beefs wooden doors hit your ears, and you shake off the cold of the city streets, the Beef is warm and you're grateful, sighing as the heat of prepped ovens and oiled pans defrosts your face.Â
It takes a second before you walk into the busy kitchen when the sound finally reaches you. The screeching sound of Richie's voice bickers with Tina about the next door convenient store being turned into a âpretentious hipster coffee shop that is legally selling dog water to unassuming Chicagoansâ.
Dragging on and on about the invasion of gentrification that will soon take out all the good businesses that had been around since his grandfather had come from Sicily. Richie was not from Siciliy. In which Carmen mirrors your thoughts and yells that he is not Italian, and his obsession with the European country has been bordering on creepy.
Ebra is reciting an article about a culinary student that had gone rogue and murdered their entire class, giving pointers on how he himself had to patch up an entire unit of people stabbed by a bent corkscrew. The loud conversations and untethered yelling across the kitchen combines with the malfunctioning arcade that has begun to re-circuit the same sentence for 20 minutes now, digs a deep burrow into your temple.
You stand at the entrance of the kitchen, watching the commotion of early morning prep with a tight grimace, your head begins to vibrate a little, the start of a headache you wonât be relieved from spreading and you have to swallow down the exhaustion that begins to seep in at the sight.Â
Sydney brushes past you, greeting you with a hello and one of her charming smiles before muttering about throwing that arcade machine out the back. You giggle and it hurts, but you do it anyway because, fuck, you would help her.
You step into the kitchen, and the crew each turn to greet you good morning as you walk past them into the locker bay stuffing your bag and shoes into the cabinet before quickly changing.Â
Your phone reads 7am and you stuff it into the pocket of your hung jacket before slamming the locker shut. Carmen peeks his head around the corner, nodding at you as you put on your non-slip shoes, calling your name when you don't notice, you flinch before peering up and Carmen waves trying to get your attention.
âMorninâ chef, didnât think you were coming inâ Carmen remarks, raising his eyebrows as he leans his shoulder against the wall.Â
âMorning, yeah, sorry about that, uh- shit happened and I had to deal with it all at once. Won;t happen againâ You reply, biting back a yawn, before letting your feet fall to the ground.
âItâs all good,â Carmen replies, nodding, wiping his hand on the white towel hanging on his shoulder that was already smudged with stains.
âJust shoot me a text or call next time, yeah?â Carmen repliesÂ
âWill do chefâ You reply, smiling, before peering out to see Sydney carrying a basket of ingredients
âNew recipe?â You ask, nodding towards Sydney, and Carmen nods, running a hand through his curls as he leans forward.
âWell call it trying something. Not yet finished, just needs some minor tweaks here and thereâ Carmen replies
âI can help Sydney out if you want?â You reply without a second thought.
You already had prep and a marinade you had to make for Ciceroâs function he had conveniently told Carmen about the night before, but helping out was second nature to you, it was a part of this family's culture.
Carmen shakes his head, his eyes falling to your slumped shoulder, and the slow but tight blinks you tended to do when you were exhausted.
The second he had peered his head around the corner and saw the slug of your limbs he knew something was up, but he also knew he couldn't force you to relax, you were worse than him, always taking on so much, filling up your cup until it was overflowing.
âNo, no, itâs alright, besides, that marinade isnât going to be easy, I should be asking if you want me to help outâ Carmen replies, chuckling, scratching his neck as you curve your mouth into that smile he loves so much. You could be half-dead and he still stares at you like you were the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen.
âI think Iâve got it handled. I remember having to make something similar back at Le Bleu, you just got to get the temperature right or the entire thing gets spoiled. Having more than one person just makes it more confusing. besides, don't you have that meeting with the vendor today?â You reply, and Carmen sighs, nodding
âYep, hopefully this place looks stable enough to get him to sign, you know I canât deal with corporate bullshit. Sydney shouldâve met up with them, fuck any one other than meâ Carmen replies, shaking his head as he fidgets with the hem of his apron.
Despite his numerous accolades, and world renowned talent, he only ever felt at nature in the kitchen. High function parties and elusive dinner bars were things he despised, feeling out of place despite it being thrown in his name.
âHey, donât be so hard on yourself, you're the face of this place Carmen, youâve transformed it, you oughta show them the Beef is the best investment theyâll make. Hell youâre the best investment they can makeâ You reply, and Carmen ears perk at your reply, smiling fondly at your comment. He didn't deserve your praise, and he hated the way the sound of your lips curving around his name shoots through him.
âAre y'all going to get to work or continue eye fucking?â Richie calls, as he passes by the locker bay, and Carmen immediately shakes his head muttering a fuck you before nodding to you, and heading back to his station. You get up from your seated position on the bench, dusting and ironing out the creases in your apron before mentally going over the things you had to complete before opening.
Prep vegetables, then start the veal stock for Cicero's marinade. You had to complete it early, since it had to be chilled for at least 5 hours, any less and the fat would congeal and turn into a complete mess you didnât have time to fix.
You walk towards your station, stepping over sauce that had spilled onto the tile floors, this crew was amazing in their craft, but god were they messy. You bump shoulders with Sydney as you begin to grate and cut root vegetables and herbs, you have to force your eyes open, blinking several times before dipping your hand into an ice water bucket and wiping your face with it.
Sydney converses with you, and it wasn't that she was boring, in fact you both frequently spend time even out of the restaurant as friends. But you canât even try to decipher what she says, just sounds coming out of her mouth that you pack away in order to get your job done.Â
Just cut the vegetables, finish the stock, cut the vegetables, finish the stock, you repeat it like a mantra in your head, unaware at Sydney calling your name. She reaches forward, pressing a soft hand to your shoulder to get your attention.
âHey, did you hear me?â Sydney replies, concern written across her features as she peers at your disoriented state.
âHuh? Sorry, what did you say?â You reply, avoiding her gaze. You feel her penetrate through you, pitying the exhaustion on your face, probably realising you were a shit chef who couldn't even handle a couple responsibilities.
âI was asking if you could grab me some of the sauce I made yesterday from the storage fridge. You alright? You seem a bit..â Sydney starts, before you cut her off quickly
âJust had a long night, didn't get much sleepâ You reply, rubbing your eyes with a hand. What has gotten into you? You weren't foreign to a few sleepless nights and a few too many deadlines you had to meet, hell your entire college and culinary life had been exactly that.
âThatâll kill you, you knowâ Richie butts in, reaching for a crab cake Sydney had prepared before being swatted away with a wooden spoon.
âWhat?â You ask, already regretting asking Richie to elaborate on what was clearly some elaborated story he had got stored away
âGo without that good old shut eye a few nights too long and you'll start hallucinating shit, not fucking with you you, donât you know about the Russian sleep experiment-?â Richie rambles
âAh here we goâ Sydney replies, rolling her eyesÂ
âYou think because you went to Paris or whatever prestigious tight ass school you know everything? Itâs real, happened right after World War 2, Russians got a bunch of people and just made them not sleep for like months, they starting turning into fuckin' aliens and shit-â Richie continues, ignoring Sydney's sly remarks about Richie's facebook usage.
âRichie câmon, you know that shits made upâ You reply
âDonât matter, didnât I tell you about my week long bender during college? Starting seeing my great aunt from the corner of my eye, and I swear she is still there-â Richie replies before getting cut off my Carmen calling his name
âStop distracting my chefs CousinâÂ
You chuckle, shaking your head as Richie mutters about the fall of democracy and wipe your hands across your towel.
âIâll go get your sauce Sydâ You reply, and she smiles in gratitude as you turn towards the storage room. The cold air of the fridge wakes you up a little, and you rest your head against the door of the storage fridge, sighing in frustration. Talking to Richie was exhausting in itself, and when you were already running only fumes and second hand smoke you felt like it took the last bit of energy you had left.
You grab the container of sauce written with âDO NOT TOUCHâ on its front, it's wrapped in cling film, with no lid and you're careful not to drop it everywhere. It wasnât heavy, per se, just filled to the brim and without careful steps it was close to tipping out. You walk out of the storage room carefully, before turning towards your station.
âCorner!â You yell, twisting around the corner of the kitchen, before you slam straight into a tall body, jerking back and inadvertently spilling the sauce all across the kitchen floor and onto your shoes. You feel it sink into your socks and drip down your apron, eye twitching in frustration as Marcus starts apologising profusely, you ignore him, dropping down to your knees and reaching for paper towels. You start wiping away the sauce, as Marcus drops down to your level and tries to help, you shake our head looking up at him.
âStop, Marcus, just stop. I can do itâ You reply
âBut-â Marcus protests
âWe don't need two chefs to clean up a one person job, alright? You need to finish prepâ You reply, letting the towels soak up the sauce. You grieve for Sydney, not all of it had spilt, but a quarter of a container wasnât enough to get through the morning rush, let alone the entire day.
You ignore the spilt sauce all over your clothes, you didnât have time to change now, rushing back to your station before telling Sydney about the spill
âYou serious? I thought I could leave early today, got a friend's birthdayâ Sydney replies, pinching the bridge of her nose.
You instantly feel guilty, you should've been more careful, and now Sydney would have to pay for it.
âHey, I got it, let me take that new recipe off your plate. That gives you enough time to get to the party?â You reply
Sydney looks up, rising her eyebrows âNo, no I couldnât possibly ask you toâÂ
âNonsense, I owe you anyway, remember when I had to leave halfway through the morning to get my sister?â You reply, with a tired smile before Sydney wraps her arms around you, you rub a hand across her back. You canât really feel her arms around you, itâs like all your senses are delayed, you ignore it as you get back to work, now with another task on your plate.
You finish chopping the vegetables after a short while, usually you were the fastest in the house, but today you lagged behind, finally carrying the vegetables to Carmen who looked at you strange, his eyes staring through you, he swallowed like he was going to say something as you walked away, before stopping and continuing stirring the stock on the stove
By the time the Beef opens, you're still elbow deep in work, you've stayed silent most of the time, waving off Marcusâs apology and instead working, not stopping since you started. You skipped breakfast, and you hadn't gotten a chance to eat, and just when you're about to make yourself something, Richie calls your name from the front counter.
You walk towards the front of the Beef, wiping stains on your apron to look a little presentable to the outside world. Richie stands at the register, flicking a pen in his hand, a look of annoyance on his face.
âWhat's up?â You ask Richie, as a tall man dressed down in a polo sweater and khakis stares down at you in anger. Heâs familiar, someone you had served when Richie had to take his smoke break, and he scrutinises you as you smile at him.
Thatâs the only way you could communicate with these people, any hint of anger and youâd be written of as angry and unable to control your emotions, you lost your last job because you defended yourself anyway.
âThis guy said he came in and you made him something he apparently didn't like, but finished anywayâ Richie replies, a knowing look passes between you both and you sigh, you don't have time for this.Â
âMorning Sir, May I ask whatâs the problemâ You ask politely
âYou suggested to me a dish from the menu, alright, YOU, not me, so don't go blaming me for this, and look what I got, not only does it have nuts, which i hate, it's spicy. Way too spicy, I want a refund, NOWâ The man replies, seething, his yelling catches the attention of other patrons, and Richie begins to reach under the table for a bat.
âWell, you finished it all so I donât know what you-â You begin before the man cuts you off loudly
âDo you think I give a shift what you think? Huh? Jesus fucking Christ, see you just need to do what I fucking say, not argue. Give me a refund before I get you fired from this shit hole you dumb stupid-â The man yells, loudly before Carmen's booming voice cuts him off
âI wouldn't finish that sentence if I were youâ Carmen replies, clenching his jaw in way that told you he was trying to hold back the rage from spilling out
âWho the fuck are you?â The man asks
âI own this shit hole you piece of shit, and if you don't get the fuck out of my restaurant I'm going to break every single bone in your face with my bare hands".Â
âExcuse me?â
Carmen laughs, shaking his head before smiling at the man
âI told youâ
Carmen drags the man by his collar, throwing him onto the sidewalk and dragging his body to the alleyway, you fear what he is going to do and Richie raises his eyebrows in astonishment.
âWell shit cousin, you ain't a pussy after allâ Richie mutters under his breath
You can faintly hear the sound of splitting skin and the crack of bone, before Carmen storms back into the restaurant, eyeing all the patrons who are following his every move.
âY'all got that? Anyone mess with my people hear and your walk out on a fucking stretcherâ Carmen replies still seething with anger, before Richie claps loudly as Carmen walks back behind the desk.
âCall a fucking ambulanceâ Carmen replies, rolling his eyes at Richie before he walks towards you, the the tension immediately leaving him as he find your safe and away from that man.
âYou alright? He didn't hurt you or anything?â Carmen asks in concern, his eyes darting across your body to see any imagined injuries
âIt seems you should be asking him that questionâ You reply, nudging towards the alley of the Bear, chuckling as you shake your head.
âYou didn't have to do that you know, iIcould have-â You start
Carmen looks down at you in concern, shaking his head as he places his hand on you shoulder
âCould've what? He was screaming in your face and I wasn't about to let him think that shit was okay, god, how could you not react?â Carmen replies, looking down at you in concern, shaking his head as he places a hand on your shoulder.
âIâm just so busy, I still- Fuck, i still got to get Cicero's marinade in the fridge, and i need to start on Sydâs brothâ You mutter pressing your fingertips to your temples.
âWhat? Youâre doing Sydneyâs load as well? Hey, you need to sit down a secondâ Carmen replies, as you begin to walk back towards the kitchen, with Carmen hot on your heels, asking you to stop and turn to him.
You hear him call your name, but the mountain of tasks that were now even later due to that customer had begun to seize your consciousness.
All you could focus on was the dishes you needed to make and the pain in your temples that had begun to spread down, your vision getting fuzzy around the edges as you try and shake yourself awake.
âDammit, listen to me! Stop cutting fucking vegetables and listen to meâ Carmen yells at you for the first time, twisting your body to face him and you spit out in anger
âWhat?!âÂ
âWhatâs gotten into you today?â Carmen replies, yelling
And you don't know why, but that question breaks something in you, and you can't help but let out a short chuckle. Carmen looks down at you in horror, trying to reach for you, to catch you when the inevitable happens and you look at him once before it does.
Before your vision begins to blur and the edges begin to burn like a flame, you try and catch yourself, but itâs too late and you fall into Carmen's arms, wrapped up against his chest as you crash.
Carmen gathers you in his arms, his heart breaking beneath his breasts, holding his sweet girl in his arms as the streams of tears dampen his shirt. The rest of the crew watch on in concern, and Carmen shoes them away as he carries your unconscious body to the office.
âWhat the fuck Cousin?â Richie calls
âHey, hey, is she alright? What -what happened?â Sydney replies in horror as she watches Carmen carry you from the kitchen.Â
âWhat happened was, ya'll did fuck all when she was practically breaking down trying to finish everyone else's fucking mess. What happened? Are you fucking serious? If i wasn't there, she wouldâve fainted into a burning skillet of your fucking vegetables Sydneyâ Carmen replies, shaking his head, the entire crew goes silent, the only sounds coming from the beeps of ovens and stove tops, and the sizzling of burning food.
Carmen goes quiet, as he assesses your state, there is something unwritten in the way he holds you, and he blinks tight, his face twitching a little as if he had to make sure you were in his arms, the only place he wanted you to be.
âGet back to workâ Carmen replies, quietly, a stark contrast to his rage from before, the crew has never seen him like this, his eyes and focus on you, as if he has been seized by this responsibility and dying need to protect you. He can hardly breathe, his arms shaking as he stares down at your sullen and tired face.
âWe need-â Marcus starts before Carmen shakes his head
âNo, no, enough. Sydney will hold down the fort, this is my responsibility. Get. back to work.â Carmen replies
â-
Carmen wastes no time to gently place your body onto the scuffed office couch, pressing a hand to your head, before reaching for an ice cold container of water, dipping a towel into it before gently pressing it to your forehead.
Carmen shakes his head in anger, he should've seen this coming, he should've noticed from the slump of your shoulder and your one word answers that you were stretching yourself too thin.
Carmen tortures himself as he replays the moments before you fainted into his arms. The way your features twisted into a sob, and the lasts shred of resolve snapped, and you had reached for him, you had reached for him.
You had reached for Carmen when you fell, and something in him broke when he had caught you.
Carmen had been used to his own self-destruction, but as he rested his thumb, rubbing circles and wiping away the tears on your face, he wished himself to change, not just for him, but for you. How could he? How could you be such a poor example to you? This was his own fault, and the reality of that conclusion twists like a knife to his gut.
His sweet girl, his Sunshine, who had thought the needs of this goddamn sandwich shop was more important than her own. You begin to stir in his arms, and the tension and shake of his arms begins to release as you wake up, Carmen eases you into consciousness when you begin to panic.
âHey hey, Iâm right here, you're okay, you're okayâ Carmen replies softly, and you squeeze your eyes tightly, trying to understand what had happened and why you felt like your body was filled with lead.
"What, what happenedâ You reply, looking across the location of the office.
âYou fainted, and I carried you to the office because you are not going back into that kitchenâ Carmen replies, sitting up from his slumped position.
You stay quiet, confusion lacing your features as you shake your head. You fainted? How did that even happen? You had never fainted in your entire life.
Carmen peers at you, his eyes dancing across your face as your silence frightens him, he wouldn't even recognise you, your usual bubbly, and incredibly chirpy self was not replaced by someone who was so exhausted they couldnât stay conscious.
âYou gotta talk to me baby girl, please, look at me, you can tell me, you can tell me anythingâ Carmen replies, softly, caressing your hand with his thumb when it begins to shake.
You look up at him, his expression of worry and concern causing your features to twist,
âI um, Iâm just a little tiredâ You reply, the beginning of tears choking you, causing your words to rush out as you try to stop yourself but it is fruitless, and Carmen eyebrows kind of pinch, he kind of frowns a little as he looks at you in that way.
It's all it takes before you sob, and sink into the coach. Carmen gathers you once again in his arms, and scoops your legs so that they lay across his thighs, and your head rests against his collarbone.
âI know baby, I know, Iâm sorry, Oh honey I am so sorryâ Carmen replies, rubbing your back as you let the last of your resolve sink into his chest, the cry of your tears leaving you speechless.
You canât stop crying, the cup spilling over and making a big whole mess, snot and tears and heartache and exhaustion dirties Carmen's chef whites and you can't help but grip onto him like he is the only thing tethering you to Earth.
You donât have to tell Carmen then, he knew the second you walked in, and he knows now when you hold him. There's a certain grief Carmen feels when he looks at you and sees himself, and in a way this is for Carmen too.
You sit like this for a while, you and Carmen. Wrapped in his arms as you lay across his lap, long after the tears had run dry, where you are left with hiccups and the soothing touch of Carmen's hand across your back.
It feels like you two are the only people on earth. Everything is Carmen; its all you smell, all you feel against your skin, all you hear as he whispers into you ear. No one dares to step into the office doors, even when an hour ticks by, even when the trickle of customers turns into a downpour and the orders never end, the family knows that you need this, that your health was better than money, or happy customers and fuck all.
Even after you have cried your eyes out, the responsibility of work begins to weigh on your body, you still had so much to do with so little time
âBut the marinade, and- and Sydney'sâ You begin before Carmen cuts you off with a soft squeeze.
âRichieâll handle it, and if he doesn't Cicero can go fuck himself. You really think Iâm going to let that override you right now? Just forget about the kitchen alright, can you do that for me, pretty girl?â Carmen replies
You nod, the burden that had exhausted you to sickness lifted from your shoulders. You look towards the clock and realise the vendors were coming soon to meet with Carmen, something he couldnât miss.
âThe vendors, aren't they-â
âThey came in 3 hours early, it's why it took me so long to get to you when that asshole was throwing a fitâ Carmen replies, knowing what you were asking for.
You peek at him in question âWell?â
âThey signed.â Carmen replies, rolling eyes and smiling at your delighted squeal
âWhat did I tell you? Carmen Berzatto is more than-â You start before a yawn stretches through you.
âAlright, alright, enough talking from you. Whenâs the last time you ate?â Carmen asks
You stop and scratch your head, trying to think and you laugh a little when you canât remember.
âI don't knowâ You reply
Carmenâs eye twitches, and he smiles down at you before easing you off his thighs and onto the coach.Â
âWhat- what are you doing?â You ask, not even trying to hide the sadness in your voice. You already miss the heat of his chest warm against your cheek.
Carmen smiles softly as he looks down at you, threaded a hand through his head as he wipes down the creases on his apron.
âIâm making you somethingâ
âWhat? No itâs- itâs okay Iâll eat at familyâ You reply, reaching a hand out to him
Carmen reaches for your palm, pressing a soft kiss on your the skin of your knuckles before reaching down to kiss the top of your head.
âNo you need to eat now, alright? You're going to sleep the rest of the day, and then, and then, you're coming back to my place so I can keep an eye on you. You gonna listen to me or protest?â Carmen replies, eyebrow raised as he crosses his arms. His voice drops down an octane, like it was a command, and you have to bite back the desire floating in your stomach at the way he looks down with his eyes all heavy from above.Â
âOkay, alright, whatever you say Chefâ You reply with a smile, and Carmen sinks his teeth into his bottom lip when you say it like that.
âJust wait a secâ Carmen replies, and as he is about to leave you call for him again
âWhat are you even making, half the ingredients are goneâÂ
âItâs no problem, itâs your recipe anywayâ Carmen replies, with a hint of a smile on his face before he leaves the room. It takes you a while, half because you're exhausted and the other half because you're hungry before the realisation hits you that he's made a recipe for you, about you.Â
You can't help the smile that stretches across your face, goddamnit Carmen Berzatto, and you say you aren't a romantic.
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Can you write for Quinn with the âCan I sleep with you?â Prompt pls
Oliver The Orca || Quinn Hughes
Part of The Hockey Babies AU
Prompt: 29. âCan I sleep with you?â
Warnings: anxiety, fear of the future
WC: 6.8k
A/N: This was meant to be short and sweet jfc lol. I decided because itâs so long that Iâd make this the origin for them in my Hockey Babies Au.
Summary: Since moving to Michigan as a child, youâve been annoyed by the eldest child that lived next door. Neither of your parents care and insist on a camping trip before every school year.
Camping trips were not for you. You were meant for the city or at least a relatively mid-sized town. Not trees, bugs, and a tent that you had to put together yourself. Well, that last part was only somewhat true because after failing to put your tent together three times and watching it collapse Quinn had come over to help you. By help, it meant that you stood back and made sure not to touch anything, per his request.Â
It happens every year. With your parents being friends with Ellen and Jim Hughes there was always a Summer camping trip before school started. When you asked your mother why she insisted that you go she simply told you that as you grow up life moves by fast and that close friends you once had growing up may not be around when you get older. Hence, the camping trip.Â
You didnât know much about your mom before your family moved to Michigan. In your defense, how much was a six-year-old supposed to know about their parents?Â
Even when you were young, your mom liked to talk about her childhood and the one thing and person that was always a constant in her stories was a woman named Ellen. According to your mom, she and Ellen had gone to high school and college together. When they parted ways after graduation their communication slowly died out that was until you moved into your brand new house in Michigan.Â
As your dad drove the van down the suburban streets filled with large houses, you couldnât help but think that Michigan didnât seem all that much different from anywhere else you had lived in your short six years. Your younger brother was excited enough for both of you. You werenât easily annoyed by your brother but his nonsensical 4-year-old ramblings about everything he saw made you roll your eyes. He didnât get it. He wasnât leaving behind any friends or starting at a new school. If your family stayed here this is all he would ever remember, not the home or neighborhood you lived in before.Â
Your dad seemed to notice your sour mood and tried to point things out that would usually catch your attention. He talked about how there would be more room for you to play, and that there was a lake nearby where you could swim in the summer. Your mom even suggested that you could learn how to ice skate during the winter when the lake froze over. None of it interested you until your dad told you that you would finally have your own bedroom.Â
That made you perk up. At some point, you were sure that you had to have had your own bedroom at some point. You didnât remember it because for as long as you could remember you shared a bedroom with your brother. For the rest of the drive, you sat back in your booster seat, thinking about how you would decorate it and if you could somehow convince your parents to let you have your own television. When you started school you could have sleepovers whenever you wanted!
That sounded nice. Youâve been trying to tell them since the few months since your birthday that you were a big girl now and six-year-olds are too old to share a bedroom with their brothers, especially a snot-nosed tattle tale like your brother.
The rest of your family chatted merrily, talking about all the great things living in this neighborhood would have, and how your dadâs new job would be great for the family because heâd be around a lot more. Your parents didnât try to pull you back into the conversation, knowing that a neutral mood from you would be better than a grumpy one.Â
Finally, when you pulled up to what was to be your new house, you couldnât help but let out a gasp. It was large and white and there was even a porch. It was like one of those houses you saw in movies or on the covers of the magazines your mom read while waiting in line to buy her groceries.Â
You refused to let yourself feel too excited about it, though. Your parents had to know that you didnât approve of this move and that you were still upset about leaving your friends behind and your old home, and the fact that you had to get rid of half of your stuffed animals to make room in the van for a move you didnât even want!Â
You flinched when suddenly you heard your mother shriek and nearly jump out of the car, even though your dad had yet to put it into park. You watched in confusion as your mother waved her arms about to get some other womanâs attention. It seemed to work because the other woman turned away from what you presumed were her three sons, who had to be around the same age as you and your brother and embraced your mother in a tight hug.Â
Finally pulling into the driveway slowly and parking the car, your dad went over to unbuckle your brother from his seat and just like your mother he scrambled out of the car to meet the children who were standing behind the woman mom was talking animatedly to. You watch from your seat as your mom introduces your brother to this strange new woman - you wonder if itâs Ellen, the one whom your mom has pictures of from when they were young. She looks similar, taller than your mom, leaner, and with the build of an athlete, and her blonde hair is a stark contrast to your own momâs darker shade.
Even her smile is the same. You were told you were moving to be closer to your dadâs new job but now you canât help but wonder if your mom knew that she would somehow be neighbors with her old friend.Â
When your dad comes around to help unbuckle your booster seat, you sit back and let him, now eyeing the three boys in roller skates and hockey sticks. Itâs the middle one you think that your brother is mainly talking to. Mainly because the youngest, either still a toddler or just a little bit older is holding onto his momâs leg as he takes in the new people. The other one has to be the oldest, you think, with the way his face is set into a serious mask, and is the only one that has seemed to notice you.Â
You donât like that heâs watching you. You donât know him but at that same time, thatâs why you donât put up resistance to being unbuckled, where normally you would have. You didnât want to seem like a loser so quickly after moving here. You havenât even stepped foot into your new house yet.Â
When your dad helps you clamber out of the car, you make sure to grab your favorite stuffed animal that you were allowed to bring on the trip. When your parents had brought you to Build-a-Bear, they probably thought youâd get a regular bear or an expensive dog but instead, you picked an orca. An orca that you named Oliver who never once left your side.Â
âDo I have to meet them?â you pulled on your dadâs shirt so that you could be face-to-face with him. You could see that he was trying to hold back a laugh but a light smile still found its way onto his lips. He wasnât fooling you, though. With as much seriousness as you could muster on your small round face, you continued, âCanât we see the house first and see these people tomorrow?â
Your dad sighed and replied, âYour mom and brother are already over there. Your mom is catching up with an old friend and your brother, it looks like is making a new friend himself.â
You grumbled something under your breath but your dad ignored it.
âWe wonât stay out here for long and itâs nice to get to know youâre neighbors.â He added. âIf you get too nervous or you want to leave squeeze your stuffed animal or hand him to me and Iâll get the message that itâs time to go.â
âOliver,â you muttered. âHis name is Oliver.â
He patted down your hair which had gotten more messy as the day went on and hummed apologetically, âIâm sorry, will you tell Oliver that?â
You nodded and with Oliver tucked under one arm, you grabbed your dadâs hand with the other and walked over to the others. You dropped his hand but remained close by, even when he moved closer to your mom and threw his arm around her.
When your mom finally noticed you she introduced you to everyone, âThis is my daughter,â your mom announced.Â
After telling them all your names, the other woman laughed. It was bright and kind. âYou always did say if you had a daughter one day, thatâs what you would name her.â
They shared one more laugh before your mom continued, âDarling, this is Luke,â he was still holding onto his momâs leg and you noticed his hair was the brightest. Up close you realized that your original guess of four was wrong. He was barely three years old. You waved shyly at the younger boy and smiled, âThis is Jack, he claims to like hockey more than his brothers,â which made the tallest one huff a breathy laugh. âHeâs the same age as your brother, isnât that nice?â
You werenât sure what to say to that so you just nodded.
âThis one, right here,â your mom said with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes that you couldnât decipher, âis Quinn. Heâs the oldest and just so happens to be around your age.â
You took him all in now that you were only standing a few feet away. His hair was much darker and his complexion was pale, you couldnât help but wonder what he looked like in the winter. He didnât smile but his eyes werenât unkind.Â
He broke the silence well by holding up his hand for you to shake.
âItâs nice to meet you,â he politely said. You replied, saying the same thing and holding Oliver closer to you.Â
You wouldnât consider yourself a shy child but it was the way that everyone was so engrossed in the conversation the adults were having while Quinn kept his eyes on you the whole time. You couldnât pinpoint how it made you feel. You were annoyed that you were singled out but at the same time, a warm buzzing feeling hummed through you as you were the sole focus of someoneâs attention.Â
It all felt like too much, though, and eventually, you handed your stuffed animal to your dad. He was a man of his word and in less than five minutes your mom was wrapping up her conversation with Ellen.
You thought the interaction was over but as you had turned to walk away Ellen shouted one last thing that made your momâs ears perk up. She turned around and Ellen said, âEvery summer before school begins we go on a camping trip. We go for about three days. We leave in a week, Iâd love it if you could all come.â Â
Without looking at your brother or you, or your father for that matter, your mother agreed happily. You know that meant that before you were even unpacked she would drag everyone to the store to buy camping gear.Â
This time you truly thought you were done because now your parents had started to walk out of earshot and Ellen had started to help Luke take off his roller skates.Â
However, loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough for everyone else not to, you heard Quinn utter the words, âDonât forget to bring your orca on the trip.â
You didnât stop, exactly. You tripped on an uneven part of the sidewalk and managed to catch yourself before falling flat on your face. You looked back at the oldest Hughes and saw that he was gone.Â
You werenât a drama queen, no matter how many relatives tried to tell you you were. You were picky and you knew what you liked but you never expected others to understand, that would have been rude. However, how had Quinn known that Oliver was an Orca? Nobody knew, especially children your age. You only knew because one day your dad fell asleep watching a documentary about sea life. Every time someone would guess what your stuffed animal was they often guess a whale, which was a common misconception. One time you heard someone call it a narwhal. You were offended on Oliverâs behalf but secretly found it a little funny.Â
You stopped letting it bother you but the surprise and shock you felt when someone knew what Oliver was made you radiate happiness. It probably seemed ridiculous to most people but Oliver was important to you. All the grumpiness in the car from earlier had disappeared. That didnât mean you actually liked the eldest of the three brothers. He was quiet and seemed sort of grumpy and acted like he wanted nothing to do with you.Â
Your first family camping trip was filled with highs and lows. Jim Hughes taught you how to fish, and you soon realized that you hated it but he seemed to enjoy it so you went along with it. You taught Luke how to make a flower crown. Your mom and Ellen gossiped about their time in school and all the time in between that they missed.Â
Quinn on the other hand, barely spoke to you. It wasnât subtle either, everyone was aware and thought the two of you would work it out by the end of the trip. Itâs not like you were avoiding him. Maybe a little but not as much as he was trying to avoid you.Â
All of it made any little spark inside you that wanted to be his friend die. So you vowed for the rest of the trip to ignore him. It felt better to be the one doing the ignoring and not the one being ignored.Â
When school started you were put into different classes so thankfully the only time you had to see Quinn was lunch time and even then the two of you would sit across the cafeteria to sit with your friends.
For years it had worked. You were cordial as neighbors and put on pleasant smiles for your parents when they decided to have a dinner night with both families. At school you didnât talk, sometimes you would catch him glancing over at you but you never brought it up. If he had a staring problem that would have to be something he would have to deal with on his own.
The camping trips usually went smoothly. At least up until this last year. There was always so much to do that it was easy to shrug off any attempts anyone made for you to hang out with Quinn. You were nineteen and he was turning the same age in a month.Â
This could very well be the last camping trip you spent with everyone and sometimes, late at night, the feeling of not seeing Quinn again hurt but then you remembered his judgemental stares and how pretty, skinny, blonde girls would fawn over him once he became a hockey player in the NHL.
Your own thoughts startle you. What do you care if a bunch of girls threw themselves at Quinn while you were away? You especially didnât care if he took an interest in any of them. He already went to and played hockey at the University of Michigan. You couldnât think of one instance where he didnât have several different options for who he spent the night with. When he goes to play for the NHL, nothing will have changed.Â
(Other than everything. In Michigan, you knew you would see him again. When he moved he wouldnât be there when you came to visit.)
This was one of the reasons you couldnât stand Quinn most of the time. He jumbled up your thoughts and you didnât know what to do with them. With Jack and Luke, it was different,
they had become like a second set of brothers with how often they were over at your house. Quinn, even though the offer was extended to him by every one of your family members, he still never came over.Â
From the get-go, it was clear that ignoring Quinn for the entire trip wasnât going to happen.
On the first night, you followed the routine that you had developed over the several years of camping. There was one problem, though, and that was since your first camping trip to now, you had never gotten the hang of putting your tent together. You tried! But someone would always have to help you in the end. You looked around for your brother or your dad but when you turned back to the pile of what was meant to be your tent on the ground, Quinn had come over and silently helped to put it together.
Few words were exchanged, such as, âCan you stand over there?ââDonât touch that.â and âHold onto that for a second.â
When your tent was all propped up and ready for you, you went to say âthank youâ but Quinn was already walking off to help your dad unload bags from his car.Â
By the time you had everything all laid out, your sleeping bag, an extra blanket, a flashlight, and of course Oliver the Orca, the sun had begun to set. Jim called for everyone to come gather around the campfire. You pulled a hoodie over your t-shirt and claimed a spot on the log near the fire. You werenât the last to arrive, as you waited for Jack, your brother, and Quinn to arrive you stared into the crackling campfire.Â
The camping trip had been pushed back this year so now it was late September and there was a little chill in the air and the warmth from the fire was enough to warm you up.Â
Luckily for you, in a week you would be heading back to school for your second year at the University of Oregon. It wasnât your first choice and you knew it would get cold there too, but when you toured the school before your first year, you fell in love with the area. It was lush and green and had everything you wanted.Â
Quinn gave you what had to have been a sarcastic smile when he finally plopped down on the log on the other side of the fire. You made a show of rolling your eyes at him in return. The little grin that wanted to come up was swallowed back down when you realized that you would miss this. The playfulness that snuck in between both of your two soured your mood.
Looking at Quinn brought back another thought that youâve recently been thinking about. It was something that would nag at you as you packed up your room and took late-night walks around the neighborhood. You were afraid of getting homesick. You got homesick the first year you went away to college but you were expecting that. It was different, though, you were aching for some type of freedom. You loved your friends and family, and for the first time in your life, you would be free to do whatever you wanted without someone hovering over you.Â
This year felt different. Your friends from home had started to settle in the cities and towns that they chose to move to. Your little brother was looking at colleges on the East Coast and even Jack was going into the NHL draft this year. With Quinn going to Vancouver to play for the Canucks, he would be the one that you would be the closest to but Vancouver was still a distance from Eugene, Oregon. There was no chance that you would ever just accidentally cross paths with him.Â
For a second, you felt of pang of sadness. Youâve known Quinn since you were six and it wonât be like last year when you left for school and you would FaceTime or Skype your friends and family and Quinn would be in the background. Quinn was such a fixture in your life and now he was going to be gone too. Quinn loved Michigan, so you would probably see him in the Summers but what if after you graduate you get a job somewhere else? Somewhere where you know no one.Â
You're jolted out of your spiraling emotions when Jack and your brother plop down on the log next to you, fighting over a bag of unopened marshmallows. You could thank the heavens for their timing because it feels like youâve been having more and more thoughts about Quinn, your future, and Quinn being a part of your future.
The bag that Jack and your brother were fighting over tears in half, just like anyone could have predicted. The marshmallows go flying everywhere. Some land in the fire and melt quickly but mostly they land amongst the forest floor.
What you werenât expecting was Jack jumping up from the log and hopping around screaming in a pitch that could rival a little girlâs.Â
âOh shit! Oh shit! OH SHI-!â
No one can hold back their laughter as they watch him frantically move about. Your brother nearly falls off of his log in a fit of laughter and you think you hear Quinn snort.Â
âJack Rowden Hughes!â Ellen scolds but when you look at her you can see the laughter she was trying her hardest to suppress.Â
âSorry, mom,â Jack mumbles but still doesnât stop hopping around looking for the marshmallows.
âWhat the hell are you even doing?â Quinn asks, and unlike his mother, heâs not trying to hide his amusement.Â
When he laughs you feel your chest get tight. You look briefly at him when he speaks and see that heâs already looking at you. Heâs not smirking or glaring. No, heâs just smiling at you. There doesnât seem to be any hidden meaning or mocking in his eyes. Heâs happy and youâre the one heâs showing it to unabashedly.Â
âDonât you read?â Jack snaps, his hands overflowing with the marshmallows heâs grabbed from the floor, your mom kindly hands him a bag of garbage for him to throw away the dirt-covered sticky treat. âBears love Marshmallows!â
âWasnât that a SpongeBob episode?â You inquire with a laugh, shortly followed by Luke and Quinn.Â
âDear, weâve been camping here for thirteen years.â Your mom tries to soothe Jack but everyone, including her, knows itâs futile. âNo one has ever seen a bear around here.â
âThat doesnât mean they arenât lurking around waiting to pounce,â Jack argues but he slowly calms down. Well, as calm as Jack can manage.Â
âWhat does âwaiting to pounceâ even mean? Do you think Winnie The Pooh is hiding behind that tree over there?â
âShut up, Quinn,â Jack grumbles and is shoved down to sit back on the log by his dad.
After everyone is calmed or close enough to calm your dad pulls out another bag of marshmallows and chocolate from a bag while Ellen grabs graham crackers. Jim finds the sticks for you all to toast the sâmores with all while your mom sits back in her chair, drinking out of a thermal cup, and by her lazy smile and pink cheeks, youâre starting to think that perhaps itâs not coffee or hot chocolate.Â
Everyone quickly falls into the easy chatter that only forms after years of knowing one another. You hold your sâmore over the fire as you sit quietly, listening to all the conversations happening around you.Â
You're pretty sure that whatever is in your momâs mug she shared with Ellen because the two of them are quietly giggling after every other word. Jim and your dad are talking to Jack about his future and what the draft might be like when it comes around soon. You feel bad for the kid. Youâve heard almost every adult close to Jack give him the same speech. Itâs not like he wonât have a future. Youâve seen him play hockey, both for fun and for competition, and know that heâs better than good. Every team is looking at him right now and with his charisma and the way he moves on the ice, heâs guaranteed to become a star almost immediately after being drafted.Â
Luke and your brother have given up on eating the sâmores altogether and are taking turns throwing marshmallows back and forth to see who can catch the most with only their mouths. After a minute of watching, you can safely say theyâre both terrible and that âthe bearâ coming out to eat the marshmallows is more likely than one of them catching one of them in their mouths.
You stayed quiet, not feeling like participating in any of the conversations. It wouldnât raise any suspicions, since this annual trip began you were always worn out by the end of the day. Not talking to anyone, eating whatever your dad decides to barbecue, and falling asleep on your momâs lap. So no one questioned you as you tried to not set your campfire snack on fire and thought about how everything was about to change after you all left the camping grounds and how you werenât ready for it.Â
You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you hadnât even noticed that Quinn was quiet himself. Not staring down his burnt marshmallow like you put sneaking curious glances your way and silently hoping you would catch him.Â
With a loud slap on his knee and a groan that only fathers seemed to know how to make your dad stood from his lawn chair.Â
âItâs been a long day, I think Iâll try to get some sleep so I can wake up early to catch some fish.â
Jim nodded enthusiastically at the prospect of fishing in the morning and stood up as well. Both of the men helped their wives up from their seats, you smiled as they made it difficult for their husbands to walk them to their tents. The swaying a giggling never died down, even when they were inside and the tent was zipped.Â
You were never one for fishing and why people liked to do it so early in the day perplexed you. You had attempted fishing twice in your life, once with your dad and brother which resulted in you being pushed into the lake by your brother and the other time was on a camping trip where Jim was convinced he could change your mind about fishing. It didnât work. So now your plans for tomorrow are to lay down a beach blanket near the water and read one of the books you brought with you.Â
The next ones to stray towards their tents for the night were Luke and your brother. You knew they were going to be next. They enjoyed fishing and spending time with their respective dads.Â
âMaybe Iâll even catch dinner for us tomorrow!â your brother exclaimed.Â
You wanted to gag at the idea but you saw the excited look on his face and decided against it. Instead, you gave him a thumbs up and mustered up a, âIâll wish you luck!â
Jack didnât say goodnight to anyone but you all saw him run behind one of the trees to vomit all of the sugar he consumed. By now he was most likely in his tent groaning or trying to get a signal on his phone. Probably both.Â
It didnât take long for Quinn to stand and bid you goodnight after the other boys left. Your eyes followed him as he walked with his head down to his tent. He had no real reason for leaving. You had watched him sporadically throughout the night and he didnât seem tired. Perhaps he just didnât want to stay out here alone with you. You murmur a quiet goodnight back, not sure if he heard it or not but not wanting to say it again.Â
You werenât ready for sleep yet. Your mind was still racing and when your thoughts came back to coming home for the holidays and everyone not being there a knot formed in your throat. You had made friends in Oregon and this upcoming year you would likely start networking, which meant meeting new people, and even though you havenât met them yet, you knew they werenât going to be better than the people sleeping in the tents less than ten feet away from you.Â
If it hadnât been for the chilly early September breeze you probably wouldnât have noticed the tears on your cheeks. You wiped them away quickly. Everyone had already gone to sleep so you could cry as much as you wanted to and no one would know. No one but you, and you didnât want to deal with all of those emotions right now. You were only feeling like this because it had been a long day and what you needed was a good night's rest.Â
You watched the fire die down and when it was only embers left you sprinkled some sand on it to make sure it wouldnât set the forest ablaze as you all slept. When you were done with that you crawled into your tent and tried to get comfortable in your sleeping bag.Â
It was futile. The extra blanket didnât warm you up and the sleeping bag was old and had small holes in it that you didnât notice when you had packed it. Not even pulling Oliver close to your chest made you feel better.Â
The tent was cold and hard and despite the rustling leaves and wind outside, it felt silent. You werenât built to be alone and with your recurring thoughts of everyone leaving and not coming back once school starts up again, you couldnât find it in yourself to stay in your tent tonight.Â
You grabbed your extra blanket and Oliver and paused when you were outside. Who could you share a tent with without them making a big deal of it? Your brother and Jack were immediately scratched off that list. They had the biggest mouths known to man. You could seek out the comfort of your parents, similar to when you were little and afraid and you would crawl into their much bigger bed and cuddle between the two of them. They would worry if you did that now and you didnât want to worry them on the first night of the trip they had come to love.
There was nothing wrong with going to Luke but your body itched to turn the other way and go to Quinnâs tent. He wouldnât tell anyone and even if he wasnât sharing the same thoughts out loud, perhaps he was thinking them silently, after all, he was in the same predicament.
Before you could stop yourself you tapped gently on the tent and whispered his name.Â
Nothing happened, so you continued just a little louder and perhaps with a slight whine. âQuinn! Quinn, open your tent. Quinn, are you asleep?â
Finally, the zipper was tugged down and a disheveled Quinn appeared. Despite his look of annoyance, you could tell that he wasnât really upset with you. If he was he would have told you to go away by now or never opened the tent.
âWhatâs wrong?â His words slurred from sleep but his tone was serious.Â
With a weak smile, you replied, âI think thereâs a bear outside my tent that thinks Iâm a marshmallow. Can I sleep with you?â
To your surprise, Quinn shuffled to the side of his sleeping bag to make room for you. When you continued to look at him dumbstruck he sighed and waved at the tent flap and said, âCan you come in here already? Also make sure you zip that up. Iâm pretty sure that any bear with a sweet tooth will be dissuaded by a zipper.âÂ
You did as he asked and once you did you climbed into the sleeping bag with him. He grunted when you accidentally elbowed him in the stomach and when you kept trying to readjust in the small sleeping area that was only really meant for one Quinn grabbed your waist and rolled you so that your back was against his front. You felt breathless being so close to Quinn, no that wasnât it, being held so close to him. The two of you grew up together so it didnât feel strange to sleep in the same area. Sometimes you had to share a bed because your brother and Jack wanted to share one instead. One time when you were sharing an air mattress, it popped and you both had to sleep on the floor after that. You still held firm that the popping was Quinnâs fault.Â
This was different, though. Out of all the times you had to sleep near Quinn, he never seemed like a cuddler and yet, here you were with his arm slung tightly around you, with his forehead pressed against your neck. Slowly and without saying anything you grabbed his hand that was on your waist, holding you to him, and intertwined your fingers. It felt grounding. How could you spiral when he was so solidly here?Â
âSo are you sticking with the bear story or are you actually going to tell me why you're in my tent?â Quinn said into the quiet darkness.Â
You didnât want to answer his question. You wanted to lay here and be held and take up all of his warmth and fall asleep. You also knew that if you didnât vocalize your fears they would only get bigger and bigger until one day you would simply combust and find yourself living in a cardboard box outside of your childhood home.
You squeezed Oliver with the hand that wasnât holding Quinnâs and whispered shyly, âIâm afraid of what happens after this. Iâm afraid that once I go back to school everything will change and Iâll come home and nothing will be how it was.â
You let out a breath of relief. Even though you couldnât help but still fret over everything it still felt nice to get all of that off of your chest.Â
Quinn had remained quiet the whole time and for a moment you thought he was falling asleep until he squeezed your hand and moved his arm under your head to grab Oliver. Quinn wasnât taking him from you but he held him gently. Almost stroking the worn fuzz on the stuffed orca.
âThings are gonna change,â he finally said. âAll of our parents will still be in Michigan and so will your brother and when he goes to college Iâm sure heâll call to annoy you every day.â
You smiled sadly, it was true. Your little brother was like you. He aches for space but needs to know that the people he loves will still be there.Â
âDoesnât it scare you?â Itâs a whisper, you can barely hear yourself over the pounding of your heart and the blood rushing in your ears.Â
You didnât know why you felt scared right now, this was Quinn, the same boy youâve known nearly all your life. On the other side, though, this is Quinn, the same guy that annoys you more often than not. Who on most days you think he might hate you and you might hate him. Your thumb rubs circles on the hand thatâs holding yours. What was it that your mom always said? Thereâs a thin line between love and hate.
It takes a minute and then two before you think he might not answer. Had his lips not been so close to your neck you wouldnât have heard him. His words would have been lost with the wind outside.Â
âOf course Iâm scared.â He finally says and before you can cut in he continues. âIâm scared that I wonât be as good as people are hoping I will be when I finally get to play. Iâm afraid to be so far away from my family.â He paused again but kept quiet, there was a tension in the air and you knew he wanted to say more. âI know my family will always be there, though. I also know that my friends will be too. I just donât know about you.â
You went to turn around so that you could see his face and hear his words when he says them. His arms around your waist stop you, though.
âWhether or not I like it, you know everything about me.â You reply, the next part you look at your stuffed Orca so it feels like you're talking to it rather than him. âI think you might be the only person who knows everything about me. Youâre always paying attention.â
âOf course, Iâve been paying attention.âÂ
You donât hesitate and you donât let yourself think before saying what you want to.
âWhy?â
Quinn sighs your name and it sounds like a prayer. It sounds like heâs begging you to just know. Quinn is a man of few words and you want him to say it.Â
âWhen I was six a stubborn girl with a stuffed Orca moved in next door to me. You watched me, you saw me, first before you finally looked at my family. For as long as I can remember Iâve been an afterthought to everybody.â Quinn says and his words make you hurt. âI did things to annoy you just so you would notice me because I wanted /your/ attention.â
âThatâs very playground of you.â You say lightly, trying to ease the suffocating air in the tent.Â
Quinn laughs lightly and it tickles your neck. âThen, and hereâs the kicker, I get drafted to the Vancouver Canucks, and team far away from everything I know and then I remember that this girl that Iâve been annoying on purpose for years has what can only be described as an emotional support Orca. People have stuffed bears, ducks, or literally anything else. Iâve never seen someone with an Orca and for the first time everything I had and everything Iâve ever wanted became so clear.â
âAnd what is it that you want?âÂ
He lets go of your hand and sits up on his elbows just so he can look at you when says, âYou. Since you got out of that car gripping that stuffed animal in one hand and your dadâs hand in the other all while giving the meanest glare I think Iâve ever seen from a kindergartner.â
âI thought you hated me.â Â
âI thought you hated me.â
A small smile tugs at the side of your lip, âI thought I did too. If Iâm being honest, though, I donât think I could ever actually hate you.â
The kiss is a surprise. Itâs not on your lips or your neck, Quinn simply leans down and places his lips to your forehead. After that, he lays back down behind you and wraps his arm around your torso. You waste no time grabbing his hand and sinking into his embrace.Â
Heâs solid and warm and for the first time in months, your mind doesnât feel like itâs running a mile a minute.Â
âDo you believe in fate?âÂ
The question catches you off guard. Fate? Quinn was so practical it seemed like a weird thing for him to ask. Did you believe in it though? If you were asked ten years ago, you would have said yes. If you were asked four years ago you would have said no, but lying in Quinnâs tent and in his arms, you canât but wonder if maybe you do?
âI donât know.â You say honestly. âDo you?âÂ
Quinn is quick to answer, âOh yeah, how else can I explain that the girl I fell for at six would have a favorite stuffed animal that is an Orca, while Iâm about to play for Vancouver whose mascot is an orca?âÂ
You smile at that. It did seem rather fate-like if you thought about it like that.Â
âWell, when you put it like that,â you laugh, as does Quinn. âWhen youâre off being a hotshot hockey player in Canada you have to promise me something.â
âHmm, depends on what it is that I have to promise.â
You bit your lip and let your eyes slide down to Oliver. You hoped that Quinn would hear the true meaning of your words when you said them because you doubted you could say them out loud yet. âJust remember that Oliver is your favorite Orca when youâre out there.â
You waited with bated breath. Quinnâs breathing had slowed and for a moment you wondered if he had fallen asleep.Â
That was until he pulled you closer to himnand said directly in your ear, âOliver will always be my favorite no matter where I go.â
#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes#nhl imagines#the hockey babies au#hockey babies au#Quinn and mama#mamaqh#chaos with quinn
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Vertigo
Summary - You were kicking yourself, you were a coward, a hopelessly unrequited mess hung up on a time traveling genius who didn't end up with normal, boring girls like you.â¨â¨Pairing - Five x Reader, OCxReader (briefly)
Warnings- Swearing, sexual innuendo, alcohol, canon divergence, pining
A/N - I didnât edit this, sorry, but I got a little fic idea and ran with it. Iâd never heard of Umbrella Academy until about a month ago when the series ended and the community was on fire, I only write for series 4 and Five is aged up in this one because itâs a travesty we didnât get his family making jokes about him legally being able to drink now. Sloane is alive because so she should be.
You tilted your head back and finished your drink while the bartender was already making your next one, the pleasant buzz of alcohol thrummed through you easing the anxiety you'd had in coming here earlier tonight. â¨â¨"He won't stop staring" Charlotte whispered in your ear, leaning into you so much you stumbled into the bar. â¨â¨Charlotte was your favourite co-worker, she didn't seem to care much about your vague answers and the distance you kept from everyone at work. â¨â¨"Who?" You answered with fake interest, you knew who. â¨â¨"Oliver!" She exclaimed laughing into her drink still way too close to your face. â¨â¨She was right, Oliver had been staring all night, aswell as flirting and buying you drinks. Oliver had asked you out once a few months ago and you'd rejected him, he took it on the chin and you'd been friends ever since. But you weren't blind, you seen the way he'd look at you, eyes flicking over your body before darting back up to your face when you'd walk by, his gaze always drifting to your mouth while you spoke.â¨
The only difference was that for the first time tonight you were flirting back. â¨â¨"Come on, let's go dance" Charlotte tugged on your arm lightly gesturing at the packed dance floor. â¨â¨"I'll get my drink and I'll meet you out there" You told her, she dropped your arm and practically bounced into the crowd, your gaze caught Oliverâs and you gave him a quick smile, ducking your head and turning to face the bar. â¨â¨He was handsome, smart, funny, successful and he was very, very into you, you should have been over the moon, but there was one very crucial thing he was lacking when it came to your feelings. â¨â¨He wasn't Five Hargreeves.â¨â¨You'd been living with Five for two years now, you'd been surprised when he offered up his apartment while you were still reeling from having somehow, inexplicably, jumped timelines. He had said he was away working all the time and the place was empty anyway. â¨â¨Considering you'd been staying with all the other Hargreeves siblings on a rotating roster the offer sounded like a dream. Five had eventually warmed up to you after he'd decided you weren't secretly trying to screw over him and his family, it took a few months longer than this siblings, you thought living with him would be awkward and youâd have this semi silent co-existence type of roommate relationship. â¨â¨As it turned out living with Five was easy. Yes, he was snarky, bossy and arrogant, but he was an old man at heart and he acted like one. When he wasn't working he was home reading about things that made your brain hurt, watching jeopardy and random documentaries, heâd recently found his new hobby in building these little complex car sculptures he'd painstakingly put together for weeks at a time. â¨â¨He liked walking too, the two of you often went for strolls, getting fresh air and finding new things to see, you were always excited about these little adventures and finding another hidden gem in the city. Five also had a love of classic cars and driving them very fast whenever he had occasion, the first time he asked if you wanted a spin in a 1983 Pontiac Firebird heâd acquired for a Saturday drive you spent most of it holding on for dear life. Five was an entirely sensible, though impatient, driver in the city, but he let loose when you traveled onto open roads. He liked to go see some of the weird wonders America had to offer, he had a list.
It was so easy to forget he was an old man on the inside while simultaneously forgetting his body was so young on the outside too. â¨â¨Your favourite thing by far was drinking scotch at home on the couch just talking, laughing and listening to music as he tried to help you understand some complex theory on physics or his own time travel ones, he also told you stories of his life. Most of the time they were funny, but some nights it got somber and they were nights where you were brave enough to reach out and squeeze his hand as a comfort, he wasn't normally a very physically affectionate guy, but he always squeezed your hand back. â¨â¨This was a problem because you'd very quickly fallen for Five, so quickly it was embarrassing, and Five had zero inclination towards you romantically. â¨â¨You were helpless really, his tenacity, how incredibly intelligent he is, his arrogant charm and quick wit and how much he loved his family all made your heart flutter. There were times when he'd look up at you with mischievous green eyes, a slight smirk tilting his mouth and his dark hair falling so perfectly in his face that your heart would slam against your ribcage. â¨â¨But as you had pointed out, this was all completely one sided. â¨â¨Five saw you as a friend, a close friend, but there was nothing more. He'd never once made a move or even hinted at seeing you romantically in the last two and a half years you'd known him. â¨â¨It was fine at first, it was enough for you just to be in his orbit, to live in your home together drinking coffee in the morning while he did crosswords in the newspaper and asked for your help occasionally, to be at family dinners or events and stand to the side to watch his incredible and weird family laughing and shouting while the both of you stole a moment for each other in the, usually, happy chaos.â¨â¨It was enough to be cooking dinner and have Five come home muttering about the idiots he worked with, shrugging out of his jacket and coming to see what you were making. He'd lean against the kitchen counter venting while you were getting everything ready, he'd eventually sigh loudly and ask about your own day. You'd try not to get too distracted when he'd reach up and loosen his tie, long, tapered fingers plucking the knot expertly apart. â¨â¨He'd always stand there until you were done cooking, hair messy, a slight smile on his face, sometimes teasing you as you tried to one up him with playful insults, you never could, but you still tried and the wide grin he'd give you when you inevitably were lost for words against him made your face flush.â¨â¨It was all so domestic and you were far too comfortable with it. â¨â¨The longer you indulged in the bubble you'd created with Five the deeper you were falling in and the more it was going to hurt when it ended.â¨â¨You'd been thinking lately about the future, you wanted someone to love, maybe even a family, you'd spent over two years now in a kind of limbo not willing to accept you weren't going home to your old life. But you were getting older, you were watching everyone else's lives change and grow while yours stayed the same. â¨â¨You dreaded the day Five told you he met someone, it was bound to happen eventually, if anything you were surprised it hadn't already. You'd see the way women looked at him, but he always brushed them off if they were brave enough to approach, atleast while you were with him. You didn't like to think about what happened when you weren't.â¨â¨So you pushed yourself to do this, to have some fun and get to know your co-workers better, let your walls down and maybe even give Oliver a chance. Lila had even called and invited you out tonight and although you would much rather have spent time with Lila, Diego, Klaus, Luther and Sloane you declined. Lila sounded happy you were getting out of the house and making other friends.
You were glad you came, you were having fun and the more alcohol you drank the more free and giddy you felt. It felt amazing not to care so much about your problems.
You hadn't been with anyone since you found yourself stranded in this timeline and all the pent up frustration from living with the man who made your pulse quicken on a daily basis felt like it needed to be let out. â¨â¨You grabbed your drink and made your way over to Oliver, he smiled widely as you approached, it felt good to have someone interested in you.â¨â¨"Wanna dance?" He asked, there was a relaxed demeanour about him, he'd been drinking as much as you and you wondered if he could feel the same adrenaline about you as you were about him. â¨â¨You nodded taking his outstretched hand as he led you onto the dance floor. The pub you all decided to visit had a band playing tonight, doing some pretty decent covers of some 80's rock and roll, you'd been here before with the others, it wasn't far from your apartment and Lila and Diego's house. â¨â¨You saw Charlotte out there, swaying her hips with her arms around a mans neck, she winked at you with a wide smile when she saw Oliver pulling you further into the crowd of people.â¨â¨You danced and sang , laughing and spinning around, everytime Oliver touched your skin it sent butterflies into your stomach, you don't remember the last time you felt this kind of nervous excitement, this exhilarated. â¨
A lie.
â¨You absolutely do remember. â¨â¨It had been their birthday, all of their birthdays, but it was Five's second twenty first birthday, so naturally there was alot of alcohol involved. Five endured endless teasing about finally being able to drink and watching his cranky, snide banter with his family had you grinning all night. â¨â¨You shook your head, you wouldn't let yourself think about that night. It was a year ago and you'd filed it firmly in the do not open part of your brain, you saved it for late nights when you couldn't sleep and you let yourself take a pathetic hit off the memory. â¨â¨Oliver pulled you closer to him and out of your head, his hands were on your hips, he had an easy, boozy grin on his face while he held you tighter against his body, you could feel muscle and warmth, your breath quickened.â¨â¨"You're so beautiful" He yelled over the music his hand sliding up to cup your face. â¨â¨Your heart was racing as he leaned in, you'd been waiting for this all night.â¨â¨His mouth clumsily pressed onto yours, you kissed him back with a vigour you didn't even know you had. This was what you needed to do, you had to get Five out of your head which was ironic considering its all you could think about now. â¨â¨The kiss was messy, not unpleasant though, he pulled back to smile at you before smashing his lips back onto yours more forcefully now, his hands sliding down your body as you swayed to the music, â¨â¨Your stomach turned flipped on itself, a sick feeling of guilt winding through you. It felt like cheating which was stupid, you weren't dating Five and Five wasn't in love with you. Five couldnât have cared less you were doing this. â¨â¨Suddenly everything was too overwhelming, you pulled back, but stayed in Olivers arms. His face was flushed and a goofy smile was plastered across it. You weren't sure you could do this, a kiss was one thing, but more felt like too much more. â¨â¨You were kicking yourself, you were a coward, a hopelessly unrequited mess hung up on a time traveling genius who didn't end up with normal, boring girls like you.â¨â¨You were abruptly pulled out of your mid makeout crisis when your arm was roughly yanked backwards and out of Oliver's arms. The alcohol made you unsteady and you'd almost tripped over stumbling into another body.â¨â¨"Lila?" You blurted out confused when you turned to see the culprit, she looked furious.â¨â¨"What the hell are you doing?" She barked at you loudly, you furrowed your brow at her, your mind trying to catch up with where Lila had just come from.â¨â¨"(Y/N)?" Oliver asked moving closer, hand outstretched in concern. â¨â¨"Back off wanker" She spat pulling you roughly through the crowd. â¨â¨"Ow Lila!" You exclaimed, she was squeezing your wrist too hard. You quickly sent a reassuring wave and smile at Oliver behind you while Lila practically dragged you with her, your boozy legs not wanting to cooperate properly. â¨â¨As you made it off the dancefloor you were greeted with a few of the other Hargreeves family members, you smiled before realising they looked didn't look happy to see you at all, Diego in particular looked furious. â¨â¨"We're going home" Lila turned her head to tell you, not bothering to stop as she passed her family, even Luther and Sloane didn't meet your eye as you were tugged past. â¨â¨"Why?" You tried to pull your arm back. â¨â¨Lila turned to look at you with so much barely restrained fury you flinched, she didn't answer and you didn't fight her as she continued to pull you into the cold night air.â¨â¨"I said I'm driving" You heard Diego arguing with Klaus as you tried to catch up with what the hell was happening. You were sitting in the back of Lila and Diego's van with Klaus, Sloane and Luther before you knew which way was up. â¨â¨Klaus sat beside you, the side of his mouth lifted at your confused gaze, but his expression was pinched. â¨â¨"Wait, I didn't tell them I was going!" You exclaimed looking back at the bar as the car jerked away from the curb throwing your body against your seatbelt.
âThatâs what youâre worried about!?l Diego yelled, turning in his seat to glare at you, it made you flinch. You'd never been on the receiving end of a Hargreeves wrath before.
â¨You looked over to Luther and Sloane, their mouths were tight and they were pointedly not looking at you. You were so confused, you were willing your brain to sober up a enough to make sense of this. â¨â¨"I can't believe this, how could you do this?!" Diego continued on driving the car faster than he should have been, white knuckle gripping the steering wheel, Lila was staring straight ahead seeming deep in thought. â¨â¨You were definitely missing something because you had wracked your brain several times over and you were pretty positive you hadn't done anything at all to warrant this level of outrage.â¨â¨"Are you gonna say something?" Diego once again turned to look over his shoulder at you. â¨â¨"Just lay off, Diego" Klaus interjected "wait until we're home, she's drunk" â¨â¨"Lay off?! I haven't even started" Diego fired back. â¨â¨The car turned sharply and you grabbed onto the seat to steady yourself, you looked over to Klaus who's expression wasn't angry as he gazed down at you, it was worse, he looked disappointed.â¨â¨"Has something happened?" You finally spoke up, as the words left your mouth you had a sudden scary thought "Is Five ok?" â¨â¨"Oh, so now you give a damn about Five, huh?" Diego sounded exasperated even though he let out a chuckle, shaking his head muttering things you couldnât hear. â¨â¨The car pulled up in their driveway with a harsh jolt, you felt like the journey hear was way quicker than it should have been. You let yourself be led into the living room by Klaus who sat you down on the couch, the Hargreeves filed into the room each taking a seat, Lila pulled a chair from the kitchen into the room and planted herself down infront of you, Diego however was pacing back and forth looking like he was struggling not to explode. â¨â¨Klaus appeared beside you with a glass of water, you hadn't realise how thirsty you were, "Thanks" you muttered taking a long gulp. â¨â¨No one had answered you about Five yet and anxiety was building in your chest. â¨â¨"How long?" Lila asked, the way she was staring into your eyes was intimidating the hell out of you.â¨â¨"How long what?" You asked back creasing your brow. â¨â¨"How long have you been fucking that guy?!" Diego exploded making your head snap towards him in surpriseâ¨â¨"Diego, let me do the interrogating honey" Lila reprimanded, but turned to you expectantly.
"Oliver?" You asked quietly, what was their problem with Oliver?â¨â¨"That the assholes name, huh? Oliver what a dumb ass name" Diego was muttering to himself. â¨â¨"Well?" Lila widened her eyes at you expectantly. You suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at under a spotlight like this , this was your personal life and you could do whatever the hell you wanted. â¨â¨"I don't see how thats any of your business" You replied steadily, Lila looked like she could have slapped you, the twitch in her hand made you pretty sure she wanted to. â¨â¨"Our brother is our business" Diego stalked forward towards you "I never would have picked you for something like this, we all thought of you like family, Five worships the ground you walk on" You leaned back into the couch, Diego's voice was measured, but it felt oddly like being yelled at. â¨â¨"It stops now. You tell him when he gets back or we will" Luther spoke for the first time, all business and no nonsense, nothing like the goofy big guy you'd come to know over the last few years. Sloane locked eyes with you before dropping them, a sullen look on her face.â¨â¨"I'm sorry" You closed your eyes for a moment raising your hand up before running it across your face "why are you all so pissed?" You turned your confused gaze to Klaus.â¨â¨"Well, I imagine it was having our night interrupted by our brothers girlfriend playing tonsil hockey with some guy who's definitely not our brother" Klaus answered, his delivery was light, but his tone was clipped. â¨â¨"Five's gonna be devastated, is this what do while he's away at work? I just- I just- I just can't figure out why you'd do this to him, you guys are happy, arenât you happy?â Diego was pacing again.â¨â¨Your brain short circuited. â¨â¨Girlfriend?â¨â¨"Are you talking about me?" You asked bewildered. You weren't sober enough for this conversation because clearly you were missing something here. â¨â¨"Well as far as I know there wasn't anyone else out cheating on Five tonight" Lila answered back sarcastically. â¨â¨"You-" You couldn't even find the words, what in the actual hell was going on "I'm not Five's girlfriend" â¨â¨The room went silent.â¨â¨"You can't be that drunk, if this is your idea of a ruse, it's a shit one" Lila raised her eyebrow looking annoyed.â¨â¨"Let me get this straight" you leaned back in your chair closing your eyes for a brief moment to organise your thoughts "you think I'm Five's girlfriend and you caught me cheating on him" You glanced at all the faces around the room.â¨â¨"Yeah, obviously" Lila's face scrunched up in confusion. â¨â¨"Well, you're missing one very important piece of that puzzle, I'm not his girlfriend" you shot back.â¨â¨"You live together" Sloane suddenly piped upâ¨â¨"We're roommates" â¨â¨"You're always together, you went on a date last Saturday" Luther joined in. â¨â¨"We're friends, it wasn't a date it was a classic car show"
âYouâre like a boring old married couple, I saw you arguing over whether to have blueberry or chocolate chip muffins with your afternoon tea last week! â Klaus looked at you imploringly.
âIâm not boringâ You spluttered
"You're definitely knocking boots" Lila raised an expectant eyebrow. â¨â¨"No, absolutely not. Wait, you know that" You shook your head confused and turned to look at Sloane who also definitely knew that. You remembered the conversation with them about how you were most definitely not sleeping with Five despite everyone believing the contrary, but you cleared that up a year ago and no one ever brought it up again.â¨â¨"But our birthday" Klaus sounded mystified, your heart started pounding. â¨â¨How did they know about that night, did Five tell them what happened? You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. â¨â¨"What about it?" You feigned innocence. â¨â¨"Our master plan to make sure you two emotionally stunted sweethearts finally admitted you wanted to jump each others bones" Klaus looked at Lila who looked panicked at his admission.
âWhat plan?" You swivelled your head between them.â¨â¨"Well, we thought Five was being a cowardly little shit and needed a nudge in the right direction " Lila's smile grew cheesy and fake, you were sure she could feel the anger and embarrassment radiating off you.â¨â¨"It seemed like a giant success, I mean, when I drove you both home Allison and I were worried you were going to get it on in the back seat if I wasn't quick enough" Klaus replied laughing and nodding at his siblings, you were definitely red in the face.â¨â¨"No!" You said borderline hysterical "that definitely did not happen" This was hands down the most embarrassing moment of your life. â¨â¨"Wait, hold on, you aren't cheating on Five?" Diego asked with a hand in his hair.â¨â¨"No, we're just friends" You desperately wanted to end this conversation âyou can ask him if you donât believe meâ you offered. â¨â¨"Holy shit" Diego looked equal parts stunned and horrified.
âBut you two-â Luther looked like he was struggling to find words âyouâre both- you always-you know!â he exclaimed, his hands waving in front of himself. â¨â¨"I need more water" you muttered going to the kitchen. â¨â¨What an absolute nightmare, clearly the way you felt about Five was so obvious his own family thought you two were together, you were absolutely fucking tragic. You had to do damage control, the single worst thing you could think of happening in your life right now was the idea of Five looking at you with pity in is eyes if he found out about your feelings. â¨â¨"Hey" Lila and Sloane both slunk into the kitchen as you were downing your water "I think we need to talk" â¨â¨"What was this master plan Klaus was talking about?" You raised an annoyed eyebrow in their direction.â¨â¨"Well, it all started last year on the twins birthday"â¨â¨â¨
A/N - thanks for reading if you got this far, most of this was a set up for another, hopefully, two parts to this series.
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