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lnracer · 30 days ago

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Ooh ok ok so for an Oscar fic I’ve been so obsessed with the idea of Oscar as reader’s best friend’s brother. As in, she’s besties with his sister and spends a ton of time over at the Piastri household. He gives such older brother vibes, like I could totally see him coming home from training all strong and sweaty and cool and reader gets all stuttery and blushy and has to hide her crush from her best friend. Maybe he’s on summer break in Australia, so it’s all slow burn and tension and jealousy and sneaking around trying to “accidentally” run into each other, ending up in 4am kisses in pyjamas in the kitchen or in the garden or in his car.

I genuinely adore your writing style omg it’s so addictive 🥺😫🥺😫

➵ Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Hattie's Best Friend! Reader.

➵ Warnings: None.

➵ Word Count: 3.879k.

➵ a/n: Ahh, I loved your request! I hope I was able to meet your expectations! And also, tysm for the compliment on my writing, I'm really happy to hear that, you're very kind! ☺️🧡

Every summer, like clockwork, she found herself spending more time at the Piastri household than her own. It wasn’t unusual — she and Hattie had been inseparable since primary school, practically attached at the hip. Pool days, movie marathons and last-minute sleepovers, it all seemed to orbit around their easy, unshakable bond. And Nicole? Nicole treated her like one of her own. She never left the house without a warm hug, a plate of something sweet, and an offer to stay for dinner — no matter the hour. It was easy, natural, and comforting.

Except when Oscar was home.

She never really knew how to act when he was around. He had always been Hattie’s older brother, the quiet genius with quick wit and easy charm — but he’d become Oscar Piastri, the F1 driver, the national treasure, the boy with eyes like he’d already seen every corner of the world. And yet, every time he came home for summer break, he was still just...Oscar.

Still the boy who teased Hattie for stealing his chargers. Still the guy who remembered her favorite flavor of icy poles. Still the one who gently nudged her knee under the dinner table if she got nervous talking in front of everyone.

He was soft-spoken and observant — maybe that’s why he noticed how she always tucked her hair behind her ear when she was flustered. Maybe that’s why he never made a big deal out of how she blushed when he offered to drive her and Hattie to the beach. He treated her with a quiet kind of care, like he knew she didn��t like being in the spotlight, but deserved attention anyway.

Around him, she was quieter than usual. A little more careful with her words. A little too aware of the way her heart tripped when he smiled at her across the kitchen island. But she was still her sweet, bookish self — offering to help Nicole with the dishes, asking Oscar if he needed a break from training, listening intently when he spoke about his races like it was a dream he still couldn’t believe he was living.

He never treated her just like Hattie's best friend. He treated her like herself.

And maybe that was the thing that made her feel so dizzy in the middle of summer.

𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃

Late Morning, Piastri Household.

The kitchen was quiet, warm with late morning sunlight pouring through the windows and pooling across the tiled floor. She liked it like this — just her, barefoot in one of Hattie’s oversized t-shirts, pouring orange juice into a glass while Nicole was out running errands and Hattie was still upstairs half-asleep.

She hummed under her breath, focused on not spilling anything, when the back door swung open with a soft click.

Then he walked in.

Oscar, fresh from the gym, towel slung over one shoulder, hair damp with sweat and pushed back in that lazy way that made him look more like a magazine cover than someone who’d just done deadlifts. His black training shirt clung to his chest and arms like second skin, and when he looked up and met her eyes—

The orange juice nearly slipped out of her hands.

“Oh— uh! Hi— hi, Oscar!” she stammered, clutching the glass like it was a lifeline as she willed herself to look anywhere but at his arms. Or his jaw. Or the way he was looking at her with that soft, knowing smile.

“Hey,” he said, voice still gravelly from exertion. He opened the fridge behind her, brushing a little too close as he reached in for a bottle of water. “Didn’t know anyone else was up yet.”

“I— I just came down,” she murmured, cheeks warming at the sound of his voice so close. “Thought I’d get some juice. I mean, obviously. You saw. Um. Yeah.”

Oscar chuckled, low and gentle. He wasn’t making fun of her — he never did. He just had this calmness about him that made everything feel both worse and better.

“You okay there?” he asked, glancing at the tight grip she had on the glass.

She nodded too fast. “Yup. Perfect. Totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” She took a sip, nearly choked on it, and turned away to hide the color rushing to her face. God, she was so obvious. If Hattie came downstairs now, she’d take one look and know.

Oscar leaned against the counter, still watching her with that unreadable expression. Not teasing. Just... patient.

“I know it’s weird,” he said softly, like he could read her thoughts. “Me being your best friend’s brother and all. I get it.”

Her fingers fidgeted around the glass, eyes wide. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He smiled, small and sweet. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.”

Her heart skipped. He didn’t push. He didn’t laugh. He just turned back to the fridge with that easy grace of his and added, “By the way... cute shirt.”

She looked down and realized — oh no, she’d grabbed Hattie’s tee with Piastri printed across the back in big block letters.

As he walked out, water bottle in hand, she heard his voice drift back over his shoulder:

“Looks better on you.”

She nearly dropped the juice again.

𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃

He was halfway out of the kitchen when the words left her mouth — reckless, impulsive and entirely not thought through.

“Do you— do you want a glass too?”

Oscar paused mid-step, turning just enough to glance back at her. One brow lifted, amused. “Of orange juice?”

She blinked. “Yeah. I mean— yeah. If you want. You don’t have to, I just thought, like, maybe. I’m already pouring things. So.”

He smiled again, slower this time. And it was dangerous. Not in a sharp or smug kind of way, but in that quiet, melting way he had — like he could see right through her and was choosing, very gently, not to say anything about it.

“Sure,” he said. “That’d be nice.”

And just like that, he turned back and walked toward her again.

It was a vision. There was really no other word for it.

She busied herself with grabbing another glass, trying to keep her hands steady, but her brain was nothing but static. He was back in the sunlight now, arms crossed casually, watching her like she was doing something far more interesting than pouring juice. She didn’t dare look up — but of course she did. She always did.

And when their eyes met, she knew she was done for.

She looked at him like he was the first man she’d ever seen. Not consciously — but it was in the softness of her gaze, the awe in it. In the way her breath caught just a little at the line of his jaw, the easy way he leaned against the counter like he didn’t know the effect he had on her.

But he did.

He clocked it. All of it. Silently. Subtly.

But he didn’t say a word. Didn’t tease, didn’t smirk. Instead, he looked at her with the same gentle warmth she’d come to crave in the quiet. Like he was flattered. Honored, even. And he took the glass from her hand with a soft, “Thanks.” fingers brushing hers for just a second longer than they needed to.

Her heart was an orchestra.

And when he took a sip and gave her a quiet, “Perfect.” she didn’t know if he was talking about the juice or her.

Probably both.

Without thinking, her fingers gently twirled a strand of her hair, a small, unconscious gesture that she did when she was nervous. Her heart was beating faster now, her palms a little clammy. She tried not to let her gaze wander to him too often, but he was right there, so close now, and she couldn’t help the way her body leaned just slightly toward the balcony, as if she could escape to the fresh air if it got too much.

But in Oscar’s mind?

It was like she was leaning toward him instead, and God, if she wasn’t so shy, he was pretty sure she'd jump on him right here and now. That thought nearly made him chuckle.

Instead, he took another casual sip of the juice she’d given him, savoring the coolness as he observed her from where he stood. His eyes flicked over her in a way that he wasn’t hiding — this time, he allowed himself to take in the little things: the way she bit her bottom lip, how she shifted uncomfortably when he caught her staring for just a second too long. He could see how she wanted to close the space between them, could feel the unspoken tension hanging in the air, and it made his pulse quicken in a way he wasn’t expecting.

She was absolutely gorgeous in the softest way, the type of girl who wore shyness like armor. Oscar could tell she wasn’t fully aware of how much she gave away with every little movement.

And it was... adorable.

“Hmm,” he began, his voice lighter now, teasing. “You sure you’re okay?”

Her eyes snapped up at his words, startled, her cheeks going from pale to crimson as she hurriedly cleared her throat. “Yeah! I mean— yeah! I’m fine. Just, uh—” She cut herself off, taking a step back as if the distance between them could somehow cool the flush on her face.

Her hands were fidgeting now, her fingers brushing over the edge of the countertop like she didn’t know what to do with them. Her body was still leaning toward the balcony as if she wanted an escape, but in Oscar’s mind, it was clear she wanted to do something much, much different.

And then, in the midst of the almost unbearable silence between them, he couldn’t help himself. He leaned in slightly, just enough to close the gap between them, and his voice dropped to a soft murmur.

“You know, if you’re nervous or something, you could just…” He paused, just for effect, letting his words sink in. “...say so.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes flicked to his lips and then darted away, as if looking at him for even a moment longer would make it impossible for her to keep her composure.

Oscar watched her, his gaze steady, not moving an inch, letting the moment linger.

It felt like an almost kiss was hovering in the air. He could see it in her eyes — the way her lips parted just slightly, like she was about to say something, but couldn’t find the words.

Just as their faces inched closer, the sound of Hattie’s voice pierced the quiet.

“Y/N!” she called from upstairs, her voice echoing down the hall. “Come up here for a second!”

Y/N froze, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. She took a step back, hastily wiping her hands on her shirt, as if it would erase the warmth creeping up her neck.

Oscar, ever the gentleman, only smiled. He let the moment go, but his eyes — his eyes were alive with that same soft, teasing look. The one that was both affectionate and knowing, like he knew exactly what had just happened and was perfectly okay with it.

With a soft shake of his head, a small, smug smile tugging at his lips, he raised his glass in a mock salute before taking another sip of his juice.

“Go on,” he said gently, watching her practically scramble toward the kitchen door. “I’m sure Hattie needs you.”

She fled, her heart still racing as she scrambled up the stairs with her cheeks burning brighter than ever.

And as her figure gradually disappeared up the stairs, Oscar allowed himself to chuckle softly to himself, shaking his head. Damn.

He took another sip of his juice, savoring the taste of it just a little longer as he waited for his mind to stop buzzing.

𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃

Late Afternoon, Oscar’s car.

Oscar was driving, one hand resting casually on the wheel, the other adjusting the air. Hattie sat in the passenger seat, babbling about their plans for the evening, while Y/N was tucked quietly in the backseat, lip-glossed and flushed in that way that made Oscar check the rearview mirror more than once.

He wasn’t sure why he felt...tight-chested about it.

Maybe it was the fact that she looked unreal tonight in her denim mini skirt and that floaty top that tied on her shoulders — hair up in one of those claw clips, perfume faint but sweet — and she wasn’t even going out out. Just going over to a friend’s house. A friend with a brother. A brother who Hattie had casually mentioned couldn’t stop texting Y/N lately.

Oscar hadn’t said anything then. But now, as he pulled into the long driveway of that exact house, he felt something cold and slow press into his stomach.

Because there he was — tall, confident, grinning already as he came down the porch steps to greet them. The other brother.

“Thanks for the lift, O.” Hattie said, already hopping out.

Y/N lingered for a second longer. “Thanks, Oscar.” she said softly, eyes flicking up to meet his in the mirror.

He offered a tight smile, nodding. “Have fun.”

But as she opened the car door, her hand still on the handle, he added, just a touch too casually. “Let me know when you want to be picked up. Don’t wait for him to offer.”

She blinked. “Oh— uh— okay, sure.”

“Seriously.” His tone was light, but his jaw was a little clenched. “I don’t mind.”

She gave a small nod, cheeks pink again — not just because of the heat, maybe — and then she was gone, skipping up the steps to where Hattie and the boy were waiting.

Oscar didn’t drive away right away.

He sat there a second too long, watching the boy lean a little too close when he said hello to her. Watched her tuck her hair behind her ear in that way she always did when she was nervous. Or shy. Or — God help him — flirting.

He told himself to look away. Told himself this was fine. Normal. He had no right to feel whatever this was.

But the thing was: he’d never seen her do that for anyone else other than himself.

And it made his grip on the wheel a little tighter.

𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃

Late Night, Piastri Household.

The house was still. It was the kind of quiet that only came with the late hours of the night, everything slowed down, shadows stretching long over the walls. Everyone was asleep — or at least that’s what they wanted to believe.

But somewhere in the quiet corners of the house, two people were wide awake.

Oscar had just finished an exhausting training day, his muscles sore and his mind still buzzing. He wasn’t tired enough to sleep just yet, but he didn’t want to risk waking his mom or Hattie, who were both deep into their dreams. So, he quietly made his way to the kitchen, slipping out of his room in his loose sweatpants, hair tousled and messy from running his hands through it too many times.

He wasn’t looking for anything but water, a simple way to wind down. But when he entered the kitchen, there was something unexpected in the air.

There she was. Y/N.

She was standing there, her back to him, and the soft glow from the fridge illuminated her like she was the only thing that mattered in the entire house. Her cute VS pajama set, with the lace trim and tiny satin ribbons on the shorts, made her look so effortless, so beautiful, that he nearly forgot how to breathe.

As he reached for the water, he heard her softly shuffle, the faintest of footfalls as she took a step toward the fridge, her movements more fluid than she probably realized. He could sense it before she even turned around. She wasn’t going to just let this moment go. Not this time.

It wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t fate — no, they both knew what they were doing. Trying to sneak around in the dead of night, hoping to “accidentally” run into each other.

He watched as she turned, her gaze meeting his. Her cheeks immediately flushed, but there was something in her eyes. A little spark. That same tension they’d shared earlier in the day, that warm, unspoken thing, was still there, and it had only grown.

"Hey," she whispered, awkwardly adjusting the strap of her top as if that would make everything less obvious. But Oscar could see right through her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice a little husky from the quiet.

She nodded, biting her lip nervously. “Yeah…thought I’d get a glass of water.”

The words hung in the air, both of them trying to seem casual as if this wasn’t completely intentional.

But then the silence between them thickened. There was no pretending now. She was staring at him, and he was staring at her, and he realized, with a slight chuckle, that the situation was a bit ridiculous.

“Water,” he repeated slowly, smiling, eyes lingering on her lips.

She couldn't help it. She took a deep breath, her voice coming out more quietly this time. "I...I don't think I need water anymore." Her words hung in the air, and the undercurrent between them was undeniable.

Oscar’s gaze dropped, and that’s when he realized she wasn’t just staring at him because she was shy.

It was because she wanted him. And he wanted her, too.

Without another word, he crossed the space between them.

Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t pull away as he reached for her, his hands gentle but firm as they landed on her waist. His chest brushed against hers, and for a moment, he simply held her there, letting her feel the steady beat of his heart, the heat of his skin under the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

Then, slowly — carefully — his lips met hers.

It was a soft kiss at first. But God, the moment his lips touched hers, everything else fell away. She melted into him, her hands slowly rising to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, pressing her body flush against his. And that was it.

It wasn’t just a kiss anymore.

It was everything. It was relief. It was desire. It was them finally giving in.

And as their kiss deepened, things started to get heated — the way his lips moved against hers, the way she tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to get closer, needing him. But then, just as he slipped his hands down to her hips, she pulled away.

She took a step back, laughing breathlessly, though her heart was still racing in her chest.

“Wait, wait,” she giggled, her eyes wide in realization. “We’re about to...get frisky in your kitchen...with your mom and sister upstairs?”

Oscar blinked, his chest still heaving, trying to catch his breath. “I mean, if you’re into that,” he teased, his voice rough, but the smirk on his face was pure mischief.

Y/N shook her head, laughing as she tried to collect herself. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Oscar, still grinning, wiped his lips with his thumb as he reached for his water again. He glanced at her, eyes soft but playful. “I think we’re past the point of pretending this is a mistake.”

But even with the chaos of their emotions, they both knew one thing: this wasn’t just a moment. It wasn’t just a stolen kiss in the dead of night. This was something real, something worth taking their time on.

And as they pulled apart, their shared smiles spoke volumes more than words ever could.

𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃 ˖ 𓇬 ˖ 𓂃 𓈒𓈒 𓂃

After that night, something shifted.

It wasn’t loud or dramatic. There wasn’t a grand confession or some big change in how they acted in front of others. But behind closed doors — when the house was quiet, when the stars were out, when the world felt like it was just them — they stopped pretending.

There were 4 a.m. kisses in the kitchen, her sitting on the counter while Oscar stood between her legs, arms around her waist, stealing sleepy kisses between sips of water.

There were soft, secret makeout sessions in the garden under the fairy lights Nicole had hung up years ago, her fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie while they kissed like time wasn’t ticking down on his summer break.

Sometimes, when they really couldn’t sleep, they’d sneak out — barefoot and quiet as shadows — to sit in his car parked just around the corner. The windows fogged up more from their kisses than the cool night air, her legs folded up on the seat, his hand resting possessively on her thigh, neither of them willing to speak about how soon he’d be leaving again.

They weren’t exactly reckless, but they also weren’t as careful as they thought.

One afternoon, after yet another failed attempt at keeping their distance around the house, Oscar kissed her goodbye in the hallway — just a quick one. A forehead touch. A soft smile. She giggled and swatted his chest, whispering, “Stop— someone’s going to see.”

Turns out, someone already had.

Later that day, when Hattie dragged her upstairs for something completely unrelated, she turned around with a raised brow and a smirk that said she’d been waiting.

“So…you and Oscar?”

Y/N froze, her heart dropping to her stomach.

“I— I don’t— what?” she tried to laugh it off, eyes wide, hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

But Hattie just burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, relax.” she said between cackles. “Babe, I clocked it ages ago. You’ve been in love with him since, like, forever. Honestly, it was only a matter of time before he started looking at you the same way.”

Y/N stared, stunned. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” Hattie snorted. “Please. Do you know how annoying it was watching you two tiptoe around each other every summer? If anything, I’m just mad it took this long.”

And just like that, the fear melted away. All the worry, the guilt, the dread — it was gone.

Later that night, when Y/N snuck into the kitchen and found Oscar already there waiting for her, she kissed him with a new kind of ease. One that said this doesn’t have to be a secret anymore.

Still, part of them kept their little moments quiet. Not because they had to. But because there was something beautiful in the way it all began — soft, stolen, and undeniably theirs.

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camille-aurelie-deveraux · 1 month ago

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Hello love. Could I please request Kimi being in love with Lewis little sister. And he is like really gentleman-y around her. Could Yn please be obvious about this whole thing? Lewis thinks the whole thing is very cute but also amusing.

Cute Italian Guy

The Italian sun was unforgiving that Friday in Monza, drenching the paddock in golden heat and restless anticipation. The 2025 season was as dramatic as it was historic: Lewis was now wearing red for Ferrari, Kimi had shockingly moved to Mercedes, and Carlos was leading Williams with sheer determination.

But the hottest topic in the paddock wasn’t team strategy or tire wear.

It was Kimi Antonelli’s undeniable, head-over-heels affection for Lewis’ younger sister, Yn.

Just turned eighteen, Yn was still getting used to the whirlwind of attention that came with being part of the F1 world. She wasn’t a driver or a celebrity, but somehow, she had become the center of Kimi’s world. And, if everyone else was being honest, theirs too. Watching the normally calm and calculated Kimi transform into a flustered gentleman around her was their favorite new pastime.

"Here, let me carry that for you," Kimi said, appearing by her side the moment she stepped out of the Ferrari hospitality unit, a large tote over her shoulder.

Yn blinked. "Oh, it’s okay, I—"

"Please," he added quickly, taking the bag before she could protest further. "It’s far too heavy for you."

Yn smiled, a soft blush rising to her cheeks. "It just has a water bottle and sunscreen."

"Even so," he said with a slight bow of his head.

Behind them, Lewis leaned against a pillar, sipping his espresso, watching with a smirk.

"You think he realizes he’s acting like a Jane Austen character or something?" Charles murmured beside him.

"Nah," Lewis chuckled. "He’s in too deep. It’s adorable."

Kimi, oblivious to the onlookers, adjusted the strap of the tote over his shoulder. "Would you like something to drink, Yn? I can grab something cold. Lemon water, maybe?"

"I’m okay for now," she said, flustered. "Thank you, though. That’s really sweet."

"Of course," Kimi said with a soft smile. "You deserve sweetness."

Yn looked like she might combust on the spot.

"Someone call race control," Lando quipped from a few meters away. "That girl’s overheating."

Carlos laughed, shaking his head. "If he pulls out a poem next, I’m gone."

---

It wasn’t just a one-time thing. It was every day.

When it rained in Zandvoort, Kimi was there holding the umbrella over Yn’s head, despite soaking himself in the process.

"You’re getting drenched," Yn said worriedly, looking up at him.

"Doesn’t matter," he said, his voice warm and calm. "You shouldn’t get cold."

He always opened doors, pulled out chairs, stood when she entered a room. He remembered what she liked: strawberries, those lavender-scented wipes she always kept in her bag, the kind of music that helped her sleep. And he never, not once, made her feel awkward about it.

Yn, on the other hand, had no idea how to handle it.

"He... offered me his hoodie the other day just because I sneezed once," she whispered to George in the Mercedes garage.

George grinned. "And did you take it?"

"Of course I did! But then I walked around smelling like cedarwood and... whatever cologne he wears. It was distracting."

"Sounds tragic."

"It is!"

Across the garage, Kimi caught her eye and smiled. Yn instantly looked down.

---

In Singapore, things hit a new high.

The heat was unbearable, and Yn had foolishly worn jeans. Kimi noticed her discomfort instantly.

"You’re not feeling well," he said, concern lacing his words.

"I’m fine," she replied, clearly not.

Without asking, he disappeared for five minutes and returned with a small fan, a cool towel, and a chilled bottle of sparkling water.

"Seriously, are you part butler or something?" Oscar teased as Kimi knelt beside Yn, helping her cool down.

"Just someone who cares," Kimi answered simply.

Yn didn’t say a word, just looked at him with wide, confused eyes.

"Why do you do all this?" she asked later, when they were alone, sitting in a quiet corner of the hospitality suite.

Kimi looked thoughtful. "Because you’re kind. And beautiful. And you make my heart race more than any car ever could."

She stared at him, stunned. "You’ve actually said that out loud before, haven’t you?"

He chuckled. "To my mirror."

"Oh my God."

---

Back in Monza, during the Sunday race, Yn sat in the Ferrari garage beside her brother. The noise was deafening, the atmosphere electric.

"He brought you coffee again," Lewis said casually.

"It’s vanilla and oat milk," Yn murmured. "How does he even remember these things?"

"Because he’s in love with you, darling," Lewis said, nudging her. "And you’re clearly into him too."

Yn looked down at the cup. "It’s just... weird. I’m not used to people being... like this. Nice."

"Kimi’s not just nice. He’s sincere."

"I don’t know what to do."

"Maybe just... smile at him. Say thank you. Let him carry your bag and open doors."

"You mean... let him keep being a walking romance novel?"

"Exactly."

---

After the race, where Kimi placed second, he found Yn in the Mercedes motorhome garden, reading under a tree.

"Hey," he said, brushing some dirt from his suit.

"Congratulations," she said, smiling.

"Thank you." He paused, then sat down beside her, close but not too close. "I wanted to ask if... maybe you'd like to go for a walk with me sometime. When the weekend's over."

Yn looked at him, her heart hammering. "Like a date?"

He nodded. "Only if you want to."

She nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes, I want to."

Kimi grinned.

From across the garden, Max leaned toward Lando. "We owe George twenty bucks."

"I said they'd kiss next week, not this one."

---

On their first walk together in Milan, Kimi brought her a single daisy. "I didn't want to be too cliché," he said.

Yn took it, grinning. "You are a living cliché, Kimi. But I like it."

He offered her his arm. "Shall we, m'lady?"

She giggled. "God, you're hopeless."

He smiled. "Only for you."

And somewhere, back in the paddock, a dozen drivers were already plotting how to tease them at the next Grand Prix.

But none of that mattered.

Because Yn was smiling, and Kimi was the reason.

And Lewis? He couldn’t be happier to watch it all unfold.

"Just... treat her right," he had told Kimi the week before.

"Always," Kimi had promised.

So far, he was keeping his word.

And then some.

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mrsimpurity · 20 days ago

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cw: fluff, intimacy, mentions of previous relationships, p in v, just rlly sweet things overall

being in a relationship with nanami had proven to be… a struggle.

in the best way possible, of course.

this man had shown you what unconditional love really is. and it was hard for you to comprehend that this knight in shining armor truly existed - the man who rubbed your feet every evening, even though you’d done nothing today and he’d been on his feet all day.

the man who brought you breakfast in bed during your period, using it as an excuse to pamper you because he knew you’d refuse for him to spoil you like this.

“you didn’t have to, nami.”

“i wanted to.”

the man who’d hold you every night till you fell asleep in his arms, even on the same sunday nights when you used to cry, years ago, because you thought you were unlovable.

despite his cold exterior and obvious annoyance at the world, behind closed doors, this man was yours. and he did everything he could to prove it.

nanami was older, there was no denying it. naturally, he was more mature and experienced in bed.

the first time you two had sex, you had expected him to take the reins, even hoped he would, because your previous partners had led you to believe that declaring your desires and taking control as a woman was not at all what you were supposed to do.

but instead, like a lovesick fool, he even offered to tie himself to the bed and let you have your way with him.

you had blushed wildly at his suggestion, avoiding his gaze at the improper image which had popped up in your mind, though nanami had noticed the way you squeezed your thighs together.

nanami insisted on you picking a safeword just in case and had to give you a five-minute-long pep talk about how important it is to speak your mind with him if you ever feel uncomfortable.

you explored his body as he allowed you to touch, kiss, lick anywhere and everywhere, submitting his strength to you so you wouldn’t feel in danger for even a single second.

and as you slowly sank down on his cock, forearms slowly starting to give out on his broad chest, he knew what he had to do - and did just that, taking care of you, bouncing you on his length while holding your hips tightly and gazing into your eyes with a sweetness that didn’t match the way his cock was abusing your tight hole.

“doing so fucking good, sweetheart.”

that same man held you as you fell apart in his arms, orgasm crashing over you, and later cleaned you up with gentleness you had never before encountered in life, kissing every single mark and scratch on your precious skin.

“thaaat’s it, baby. just let go.”

he held your hand, fingers intertwined with yours while a warm rag ran up and down your skin, your soft breaths the only sound filling the room as nanami admired your body, placing soft kisses anywhere he could reach.

“did so good for me.”

“you look beautiful just like this, darling.”

nanami never raises his voice at you. it’s probably his worst nightmare, seeing you shake like a leaf. even imagining you tearing up has his heart aching.

he always has a hand on your lower back in crowds where he knows you might feel uncomfortable. his presence is not that of a beast begging to dominate, it’s one of a supporting partner, a man whose arms you know you can always run into.

with what life had thrown at you over the years, you often doubted if this was reality. it wasn’t rare for you to sit down and just wonder - what did you do to deserve this man?

truth was, he thought the same thing about you pretty much every night. he’s afraid he could never let you hear his thoughts out loud - because nanami was truly obsessed with you.

every single inch of your body was sacred to him. he knew each line on the palm of your hand, each dent in your back, every single mole on your face, your favourite blanket of his, your favourite spice and brand of toothpaste, which position has you shuddering and moaning in his ear, how many rounds you can take before he has to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom himself (though he does that even when you’re wide awake and begging him for more, not knowing your own limits).

nanami was aware of what mundane tasks brought you joy, when exactly you needed his hand around your waist and when you could deal with something all by yourself. he made sure to never patronize you, but also never leave you feeling alone.

nanami’s arms were your safe place and he vowed he would never let your pretty little mind wonder about whether he’d up and leave like the rest of the assholes in your life had done before him.

“i’m all yours, sweetheart.”

because nanami loved you. and he was here to stay, no matter how complex, annoying and emotional you thought yourself to be. the way you talked to yourself was just another thing he’d have to help you with <3

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seospicybin · 1 year ago

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TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE

ROUND 1

Lee Know x reader. (s)

Related chapters: Round 2.

Synopsis: Let's play two truths and a lie, and here goes the first thing about you: You want to fuck your roommate's boyfriend, Minho. (9k words)

Author's note: It's a quick one-shot I made like a year ago but pls enjoy it nonetheless 😊

Content warning: Infidelity.

This is how you play two truths and a lie. You share three statements about you, two being true and one false, and people must determine which is which.

So here goes the first statement: You want to fuck your roommate's boyfriend.

A few months ago, you came to the city for your new job and were placed in a housing with a group of unbearable people. Since you've just started working, you tried looking at another option to get a temporary place to stay until you're financially stable enough to rent an apartment.

Long story short, a friend of a friend introduced you to Kim who happened to have an extra room you can rent. She owns the apartment and does not necessarily need the money, she offered her room for the sole reason which is to help you. You're aware that you don't meet this kind of that is to help you. You're aware that you don't meet this kind of person every day and for that, you're grateful for her.

After a week of living as roommates, you learn that Kim is just as graceful as her occupation, a ballet dancer. She's beautiful, kind-hearted, amicable, and ultimately, a very attentive roommate.

The room you're staying in was supposedly her private dance studio but she uses the living room to practice now and you have to adjust yourself to the huge mirror covering one side of the wall in your room.

Not long after that, Minho comes into the picture. A sharp nose, sharp jaws, and feline eyes, a beautiful face that only reminds you that the world is unfair to some people, including you.

"This is Minho," Kim introduces him with a smile

The second your eyes lock in a gaze with him, you feel an instant attraction and it intensifies as he stares back into your eyes.

"My boyfriend," Kim adds a little too late.

It's funny that the word boyfriend doesn't stop you from being attracted to him, if anything, you want him more than before.

Kim and Minho have been together for two years now and they met at the dance academy which explains a lot of things, including Minho's lean and toned body.

How do you know? Because sometimes he stays over and on more than one occasion, you found him walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a white towel hanging lowly around his waist.

That's also when you learn that this attraction is strictly physical, your uterus is acting up when you see him, and lewd thoughts rush through your head. It's all biological. There's no way you want to pursue him romantically, you couldn't even think of a person more deserving to be with him than Kim. They're both beautiful and talented dancers, oftentimes, you get so envious because they have such a lovely relationship.

Like tonight, you hear their laughter the second you step into the apartment, finding Kim and Minho in the kitchen just casually talking to each other while sharing a bowl of fruits. You love how simple yet endearing their interaction is.

"Hey, you're home!" Kim says with a sweet, welcoming smile.

You wave your hand at her and briefly at Minho, "Hi, everyone!" You awkwardly say, feeling like you're interrupting them.

"Have you had dinner?" Kim asks, attentive as always.

"Yeah, I grabbed dinner after work," you lie, but you can always creep your way to the fridge late at night for dinner.

"There's a pie in the fridge. Help yourself to some dessert," she sweetly offers then shoves a piece of blueberry into her mouth.

Without having to look, you can see how Minho looks at you, he has this deep, intense gaze that makes you the slightest bit intimidated.

"I will, thanks," you hurriedly respond, wanting the interaction to end as soon as possible, "I'll just... get into my room."

"Yeah, you should rest," Kim softly mutters.

You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder and head to your room, before you get in, you mutter to them, "Night, guys."

"Night," Kim cheerily says.

You hurriedly get in and catch a glimpse of Minho with his intense stare a second before the door completely closes and clicks in place.

The trick to surviving the night is to wait until they get into the bedroom and put headphones on as you come out of yours, not only to avoid hearing unwanted noises, but you reckon it's only right to take the extra measure to respect their privacy.

As you're listening and catching glimpses of the movie playing on your phone, you walk around the kitchen to prepare your simple, unhealthy dinner: a cup of noodles and a can of soda.

You're quietly eating your dinner by the kitchen counter with the headphones still on and once you finished, you treat yourself to a slice of pie, then put the rest of the pie back into the fridge.

It gets messy as you're munching on the pie while watching the movie on your phone. The cherry filling gets all over your fingers and you hurriedly lick it off before it gets—

"Oh, my God!" You shriek in surprise, seeing someone standing by the fridge. Once you realize it's Minho, you break into laughter.

"I'm just getting a bottle of water," he says, his face illuminated by the glow of the fridge lights.

"I'm sorry," you say while clutching your chest, and a second later, regret for saying it when he should be the one apologizing.

There's something different in the way Minho looks at you, he has one corner of his mouth raised higher than the other, giving you the impression that he's thinking of filthy things when he looks at you like that. He's giving you that look now and it does certain things to you.

He then stops leaning against the fridge, taking the bottle of water as he walks back to the bedroom, leaving his signature faint smirk on the back of your head.

The signals are there, they're subtle yet constantly pinging, asking you to respond. For now, you're going to ignore it like you always do and continue existing like you're not sharing the same space with him.

Statement number two: You believe Minho wants to fuck you too.

At first, you thought you imagined it, you want to fuck him so you started being delusional and thinking that he wants to fuck you too. Once you started paying attention though, you realized that what he's been doing to you meant something or some sort of message he tried to deliver.

The first occurrence that came to your realization is when the two of you were in the kitchen, you were enjoying your yoghurt and he suddenly came behind you to get something from the drawer that happened to be blocked by your body. Instead of telling you to step aside, he made you stand there as his hand curved around your waist to get something out of a drawer.

From there, you noticed a lot of things he did, the way he briefly rested his hand on the small of your back as he walked past behind you, his hand that would often brush a part of your body when the two of you are next to each other or the way he would speak close to your ear as if he's seeking to be close to you. Simply put, he always tries to make physical contact with you.

The scariest part of it is not the possibility that the two of you will eventually get caught, but how unfazed he is even when his girlfriend is there. Like that night where the three of you shared the sofa and somehow, his hand found your shoulder and instead of retreating, he continued to caress the nape of your neck with his knuckle.

However, what happens tonight is what makes you believe that he wants the same thing.

After making sure that you're the only one still awake in the vicinity, you make your way to the bathroom to take a nice, hot shower to help you relax and sleep faster. You skip on using the hairdryer since it'll make too much noise and tiptoe your way back to your bedroom.

In the middle of putting on your clothes, you realize that you left the door ajar and you notice Minho is watching through the reflection in the mirror.

Instead of stopping or rushing to close the door, you pretend to not see him there and continue, turning your body to the side, showcasing every curve of your body through the reflection in the mirror.

You arch your back as you put on the night dress over your head and slowly slip yourself in it, shimmying your body as you pull the dress down with your hands. Then you look at him through the reflection in the mirror and make it known that you're aware of his presence.

From the crooked grin on his face, you can tell that Minho is pleased to be caught watching you and you received his signal loud and clear: He wants to fuck you too.

But sadly, tonight's show is over so you walk to the door and close it.

Friday afternoon, Kim barges into your room and she rarely comes into your room without knocking on your door. Seeing that she's carrying a dress in her hand, you guess she needs your opinions on her clothing choices.

You sit on the bed and take your headphones off, "What's up, Kim?"

She stands at the end of the bed and lifts the dress with both hands, "What do you think?" She asks.

It's a mini dress with spaghetti straps in a deep purple color and it's a nice dress, you're just not sure if it fits Kim's style that well, she usually opts for dresses with flaring hem and floral prints.

"It's nice, Kim," you say but skip on giving her the detailed explanation.

She puts the dress close to her body and hugs it, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah," you shortly reply, even though it doesn't fit her style well, it certainly will look good on her.

"Good!" She shortly says, handing the dress to you, "Cause you'll be wearing it.

Somehow, you reach for it and awkwardly hold it in front of you, "W-why? Why me?"

Kim goes to your vanity table and flips open your jewelry box, she holds your earrings one by one to find ones that would match the dress.

"You're coming with me to this party," she says, leaving a lot of details in her answer.

"What party?"

"Party at my friend's," she simply answers, deciding on the gold small hoop earrings.

But that's against your plan, you want to steer clear of Minho and party at Kim's friend means that he'd likely be there too.

"Kim, I don't think that's a good idea," you tell her.

She then leans against the desk in your room and crosses her arm together in front of her, "These past few days you refused to hang out with me so you have to hang out with me tonight."

So Kim knows that you've been purposely avoiding her but you need to explain that it's not because of her, "But that's not—"

"Nuh-uh!" She quickly cuts you off again, "Tonight you're going to the party with me," she decides on her own, not accepting any more excuses from you.

"Is it okay though? I mean... it's your friend's party. I don't want to intrude," you meekly say while playing with the strap of the dress.

"Why would it not be okay?" She says, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, "Besides I want to introduce you to Gaspard."

Maybe you owe this one to Kim and hearing a guy's name piques your interest, "And who is Gaspard?"

"A cute guy," she shortly answers with a sly grin on her heart-shaped face, "And you'll like him."

It's not like Minho's presence would bother you that much and Kim needs you, she wants you there, therefore, as a good roommate, you should be there.

"Yeah, okay, I'm in the mood to meet a cute guy tonight," you tell her, not forgetting to show enthusiasm as well.

"That's the spirit!" Kim says with a wide grin dancing on her face.

Well, since you'll be there and possibly meet Minho, Gaspard better be a cute distraction for real.

The taxi pulls up in front of a house and you reckon it's where the party at from how many cars are parked outside and the faint thumping of the music playing inside.

The fact that you get here by taxi only means that there's no Minho so you can relax, for now.

Kim excitedly links her arm with you as you both walk into the house and you expect a party with laid-back music and endless glasses of wine but the second you step inside, upbeat music is blasting from around the house and everyone is having beers from red plastic cups.

The party is not what you imagined it would be, but it's what you need.

Kim cranes her neck to find her friends and once she finds them, she raises her hand to signal her arrival to them.

"Come on! Let's meet my friends!" She says.

Please, God, let him be a cute distraction! You repeatedly mutter in your heart as she drags you with her to meet her friends who are gathered in what you guess is a rec room in the house.

When Kim's friends finally come to sight, you put on a smile as you quietly guess which one of them is Gaspard. Kim goes to hug them one by one before introducing you to them.

"This is Ellie, Jena, Paul..." she introduces her friends back to you one by as the mentioned person warmly greets you.

"And Minho," someone adds from behind you.

You immediately look over your shoulder to see Minho standing there, Kim gently slaps his shoulder in response and laughs.

"This is not a roll call, honey," Kim says with a smile and then leans in to give Minho a quick peck on the lips.

Minho is already here and there's no Gaspard yet. No Gaspard means there'll be no distraction. You keep your smile on even though you're slowly descending into distress.

"There he is!" Kim exclaims, pointing at something behind you.

You reflexively turn on your heels and see a tall man with brown hair, striking green eyes, and a scintillating smile. This man will make the perfect distraction.

Please let this man be Gaspard, you deeply wish inside your heart.

Kim comes to your side and puts her arm around you, "This is the man I told you about," she says.

"I hope you only told her nice things about me," Gaspard says with a sly grin that makes his whole face light up.

The universe heard your plea and decided to make it true for you, this is Gaspard, the perfect distraction you want and need.

"Holyfuck..." you lowly mutter in disbelief.

"What's that?" Kim asks, hearing you saying something but doesn't quite catch it.

You've already forgotten where you are and what you're doing. And Minho? Who is Minho? You let out a chuckle and shake these silly thoughts away.

"So this is Gaspard, huh?" You say in all confidence.

"That is me," he answers, returning the confidence with a wide smile, "I'm better than you expected, I guess?"

Gaspard is confident and then gets shy in the next minute which you find charming, you smile at him and say, "I need more time to decide on that."

"That's fair," Gaspard says, offering his hand at you.

You think he's just going to shake your hand but he takes you into the crowd gathered in the middle of the room, dancing.

"A fair warning, I'm a bad dancer," you warn him as he takes your hands in his and makes you stand facing him.

"We still have time to decide on that," he pokes fun at you, taking you by the waist and pulling you close to his front.

Kim is right, Gaspard is cute and you like him already. He has just the right amount of facial hair and it grazes your cheek whenever he leans in to whisper into your ear, giving you a tingling feeling inside and outside.

After a few moments though, you find yourself panting from dancing with him. You should've known this would happen when you're dancing with a real dancer.

Since Gaspard is way taller than you, you have to put your arm around his shoulder and stand on your tiptoe to whisper to his ear, "Hey, how about we get drinks?"

"Drinks?" He asks you in confirmation since the mix of loud music and chatter is filling the room.

"Yeah," you answer while repeatedly nodding your head.

He doesn't say anything but takes your hand and leads the way through the crowd to the kitchen where bottles of liquor are strewn around on the kitchen island.

You intently watch as Gaspard is excitingly making you his special concoction. He finishes it off with a spritz of lemon before handing it to you.

"Thank you," you mutter in gratitude.

"Come on. Taste it!" He encourages you, curious of what you think of his drink-mixing skill.

Well, you've been staring at it long enough to give him the impression that you hesitate to drink it. You hurriedly take a small sip and you don't even have to lie, it's good.

"Wow!" You gasp, impressed with the drink he made.

"I know," he confidently says with a smirk and drinks his drink.

It's so refreshing and sweet like it has no alcohol at all, you hurriedly take another sip.

"It's really good," you tell him.

"Thank you," he says with a grin.

He then offers his hand at you, "Let's find somewhere to talk?"

You take his hand without question, letting him take you wherever he wants because it seems like he knows where he's going. He leads you to the backyard where everyone is hanging out by the pool.

"Hey, you!"

Recognizing the voice, your head snaps toward the source, and see Kim waving her hand at you from the long sofa that curved around a fancy fireplace.

You stop walking on your track and end up leading Gaspard there. You unconsciously let out a sigh of relief after seeing that there's no Minho there.

"Oh, hey," you greet back.

Kim scoots to the side to make space for you on the sofa, "Where have you guys been?"

"Oh, we were just dancing and he made me a drink," you honestly answer, not forgetting to show her the drink in your hand.

"And where were you going to take her, Gaspard?" Kim asks with eyes squinted at him.

"Anywhere but here," he jokingly answers.

"Well, since you guys just got here, it's your turn to play!" Someone says, you can't remember what her name is but she's one of the friends Kim introduced earlier.

"Turn to play? What?" You ask in confusion.

"Two truths and a lie," someone says.

You feel bad for not being able to remember their names, Gaspard's influence is that powerful on you.

"You know how to play, right?" Kim asks.

It's not about whether you know how to play or not, it's just so unexpected that these talented, gorgeous dancers like to play this kind of game at parties.

"Yes, I do," you answer.

Kim turns on the sofa to face you and looks at you in anticipation, "Okay then. Shoot!"

"Right now?"

"Yes," Kim shortly answers with a chuckle.

You admire their eagerness whether for the game or to know something about you, you rake your brain to think of three things about you and one of them should be a lie that would likely fool them good.

"Okay first is uhm... I'm allergic to cats," you share.

There's no response from them but you can see how they're looking at you and probably every detailed facial expression you make that will give away hints about whether you're lying or not.

"Second thing is my mom has a twin," you confidently share with a faint smile.

"Ah," Kim lowly gasps and you guess because you've shared this information with her before.

"Last thing is..." you look around as you think of the last thing to share with them.

You eventually turn to the side and see Gaspard smiling at you, "I think Gaspard is cute," you share the third thing about you.

"That's the one! That's the lie!" Someone excitedly guesses, and you suddenly remember his name as Paul.

You laugh because Gaspard looks so offended by his friend, "No, it's not a lie," you quickly defend him.

Gaspard shoots him a glare and triumphantly laughs, "Just drink, man!"

Paul drinks his beer in defeat.

"I must say the second one is the lie," the girl says again, still can't remember her name though.

"No. Her mom has a fraternal twin," Kim says, learning that information from you on the first day you moved into her apartment.

"Drink up, Jena!" Kim tells her that she guessed wrong and not wasting time but drinks her beer as a punishment.

"Oh, so you're not allergic to cats?" Gaspard asks.

"No, I'm not. I like cats," you answer.

He then sighs in relief, "That's great because I have a cat."

"Oh, wow?!" You utter in disbelief.

Other than being a great distraction, you share a lot in common with Gaspard and that says something.

"I also have cats," someone adds, joining in on the circle.

You can tell by the voice that it's the man you've been trying to avoid seeing tonight. You remain calm and have a sip of your drink.

"Yes, Minho, we all know you're a cat daddy," Jena says, finally knowing her name from Kim.

Kim groans and tosses a cushion at Jena, "Don't say that!"

Minho takes a gulp of Kim's drink and sits with his back reclined and his legs spread open, even his sitting position oozing with confidence and you eat that shit up.

You feel like slapping your face at that thought and have another sip to swallow that thought down.

"Is it my turn to play?" Minho asks around.

Jena shrugs since no one is taking the turn to play, "Yeah, sure, go ahead."

Minho softly scratches his chin before speaking, "I want to kiss someone tonight."

He starts easy but from the faint smirk on his face, you can tell he's brewing something in his mind.

"That someone is not my girlfriend," he calmly says.

Welp, there you go! Minho acts like he didn't just drop a shocking statement while his girlfriend is sitting prettily next to him.

You glance at Kim and she looks calm, but you can see that her jaws are slightly clenched. She's not happy so Minho should stop it.

But instead of calming his girlfriend, Minho looks at you and continues to share the third statement, "The person I want to kiss is one of you."

Your heart skips a beat because he keeps looking right at you and making it obvious for everyone to see who it is. All of a sudden, you feel the urge to exit this scene but walking out only makes it even more obvious.

Minho is sick of doing this to you and Kim, it's like he doesn't even care what it can do to either you or Kim.

"Oh, Minho, that's..." Paul hisses, not able to finish his sentence.

"Why, Paul?" Minho daringly asks him.

"Nothing," Paul says while scratching his head.

Minho leans forward and says, "It's you, Paul. It's you who I want to kiss."

Paul's tense face melts in a second and everyone bursts out laughing, "Fuck you, man!"

"It's you. I want to kiss you," Minho taunts him more, throwing himself at him and jokingly tries to kiss him.

Paul keeps pushing him away, sloshing his drink as he tries to dodge Minho's kiss while everyone else is laughing at them.

Even though it turns out to be a joke, you feel sick in the stomach and feel the need to get out of here.

"I need to go to the restroom," you mutter, getting up from the sofa.

Gaspard puts down his drink, "I can show you—"

"It's okay. I can go by myself," you tell him off, you regret being so crass but you're sure he'll understand.

"Okay," he says, sitting back down on the sofa.

While clutching the hem of your dress, you head back inside the house and find the bathroom to only queue to get inside, you decide to try on the second floor. You can easily find the bathroom as it's wedged between two bedrooms.

It's a party, you're sure the host would be okay with you using their bathroom, you don't even need to pee or something, you just need a space to vent.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you keep muttering to the reflection in the mirror.

When you touch your neck, you can feel a sheen of sweat there so you run your hands under the cold water and tap it to your neck.

This is the first time you realize what it'll do to you when it comes to following your desire. You'll ruin not only their relationship but also your friendship with Kim and she's been nothing but good to you.

"Fuck!" You mutter once again as you splash cold water on your face like it would help to put some sense into you.

Coming here was a bad idea!

But you're already here so you only need to stick to your plan, staying away from Minho and sticking with Gaspard. You allow yourself to spend a few more minutes just to compose yourself before coming out of the bathroom.

As you're about to climb down the stairs, the plan comes to a failure.

You see Minho is coming up the stairs and he seems to be looking for you as well from the way he stops once he finds you.

Instead of avoiding him as you planned, you feel the need to confront him about what happened a while ago. You grab the front of his shirt and take him into one of the bedrooms. The first one is locked so you try the other one and it's empty.

Once both of you are inside, you slam the door shut and push him against it.

"What the hell are you doing?" You aggressively ask, pushing his chest until his back hits the door.

"What? What am I doing?" He plays innocent but that smirk knows it all.

You slap his chest with both of your hands now but all you can feel is how firm his pecs are.

"You just don't care, do you?"

He puts his hands on each side of your waist and draws you closer, not hesitating to plant his mouth on your jaw.

"Minho!" You whine, ending up getting trapped in his hold with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

He glides his lips up and presses a kiss there on the skin under your ear, sending a tingling down your spine as his warm breath brushes your skin.

You helplessly dodge away from his lips yet somehow, he manages to capture your lips in a kiss and oh, you hate it so much! You hate how you like the way he kisses you, so passionately and hungrily, he makes it known that he wants it so much.

Okay, maybe the kiss is a slip-up and you hurriedly pull yourself out of it. You push him and pull away from the kiss.

"You know we can't do this," you mutter but you're looking at his lips, tempted to kiss him again.

He ignores your words and kisses you again, and you fall into it again. You try harder this time and break the kiss.

"Minho!" You whine, looking away to not let the temptation win again.

Using it as an opportunity, Minho plants his mouth on your ear and nibbles on it, peeling a layer off of your sanity which brings you to slip down the slope again.

Your lips are colliding again, harder and deeper, causing even more damage than the previous one as his hands go all over you and pull the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

The two logics in your head are clashing against each other, the one wants to satisfy this desire and the other wants to get out of this situation altogether. If you follow the former then at least, your curiosity will be fulfilled and if you follow the latter, then you get to keep the peace.

As you are caught in that inner battle, you blank out and stiffen against him.

"We have to stop," you mutter to him.

But is that what you want? To stop when you already have your toes dipped in the water?

Minho also takes a moment to assess the situation, he looks at you with his lips red and wet, "it has to stop," he says in agreement.

You take a step back and feel the sudden detachment as he lets go of you and you can't believe that he agrees right away that this is the better decision. You can't help but think that he doesn't want you enough.

He stays standing there, leaning against the door and looking at you with his eyes dark and wide with lust.

"So what do we do now?"

That's such a wrong thing to ask you because what you want to do now is be selfish for the night, for one fucking night, and if you're going to do it, you may as well go all in, right?

Take the chance or pass? Right or wrong? Continue or stop? Now or never?

"Fuck!" you heavily sigh and take down the straps of your dress, sending your breasts spilling out of the front.

"Suck my tits," you order.

It takes Minho a moment to process it and when he finally catches on that you've made up your mind, he goes for it. He comes at you full speed, hands off the brake and head first.

His mouth lathers at your breasts before sucking at them like you asked, taking them in turns, and leaving them wet with his saliva.

"Nibble on my nipples," you command.

You look down to watch him obeying you, using his tongue to nibble on your blossoming buds and alternating it with his teeth next.

"Oh, fuck," you breathlessly mutter as he sucks hard on your nipple.

While his mouth is busy latching on your breasts, his hands are snaking to the back and kneading at your asscheeks, caressing them with his fingers, and teasing your underwear.

This feels so wrong yet so good, you have your inner battle still but your logic is being defeated by your body's needs. You pull him by the shoulder and make him kiss you again so you'll stop thinking.

The rattles on the door startle you both and Minho immediately pushes the door with his back, then holds the knob to not let anyone in. Whoever tries to get it seems to figure out that the room is occupied.

"Sorry," someone says from behind the door.

Minho immediately locks the door while you take a step back from him, he gives you that look again, the kind of look that sees right through you and knows that you feel conflicted inside.

"Kim is my good friend," you tell him, feeling a pang of sadness in your chest that it aches.

He comes at you again and kisses you in which you're returning with the same eagerness. He seems to know that it's the only way to make you stop talking and thinking altogether. He pulls you closer than before his hands snaking to your rear, cupping the ample flesh in his hand.

"This is terrible," you mutter as you break the kiss so you can take your underwear off.

"This is terrible..." you mutter again, pulling him close by the waistband of his jeans and proceeding to unzip his fly open, "Betraying her like this."

It's like your body has a mind of its own, it's doing the opposite of what you're saying.

You impatiently take his semi-hard out of its confine and stroke it in your hand, "terrible," you emphasize the word and nail it deep into your head.

Minho doesn't say anything but follows what your body wants, he kisses you again, sloppily with his hands mindlessly roaming around your body.

"Touch me there," you whisper into him.

Without looking, his hand knows where to go. It goes to where you want him to be, going to the front to that wetness between your legs.

"Put your fingers in."

Minho runs his fingers down your slit repeatedly before inserting his finger into you. One digit is enough to make you moan in pleasure as he pumps it in and out of you.

"Add one more."

He draws his finger out and brings his index and middle fingers, shoving them into your mouth to wet them with your saliva. He brings them back to your entrance and slowly pushes them inside.

"Fuck, oh..." you moan, burying your head in his neck.

Two fingers are going in and out of you and you're already losing it. You start to think of what his cock would be like inside you as it feels hot and hard in your hand, pulsating with so much desire.

His lips nestle in your neck, kissing and lightly sucking on the skin as your body clings to him for support.

"Curl them— Oh!"

Minho knows what to do, he curls his fingers and carefully finds that spot that makes you whine and moan at the same time, and the lewd noise echoes in the dimly lit room.

You look over your shoulder to locate the bed and start steering his body there, walking backward without having to take hands off of each other.

He slowly pulls out and breaks the kiss only to pull your dress up, making the dress hunched around your waist. You plop down onto the bed and get on, you take a moment to continue undoing his jeans and pull it down enough to let his erection free.

Without thinking, you put his cock into your mouth, take him as much as you can and compensate for the rest you can't take with your hand. You lick and suck, alternating those two as you enjoy every inch of his delicious length with your mouth.

Minho tangles his hand in your hair and gently tugs at it, "I feel so guilty," he says.

Oh, so he's not that selfish after all but the thought of him thinking of his girlfriend with his cock deep in your mouth doesn't make you jealous at all, it makes you feel more aroused than before.

"Oh, so guilty," he says between his hoarse, low moans as he stares back into your eyes.

You slowly pull away and replace your mouth with your hand, restlessly pumping his swollen cock.

"You should be," you tell him, sticking your tongue out of your mouth and swirling it around the pink tip of his cock.

All of a sudden, he grabs your hand and takes it away from his length, he then takes your other hand to pin it against the bed. He hovers above you as he kisses you again, his tongue prying open your mouth to taste more of you.

You can feel him rubbing his length between your folds and you spread your legs open so he can do it more, making you drenched than you already are.

It's obvious to you now that you want him, you want him so bad and what you want is only inches away from you, and you can feel how much he wants you.

"Put it in," you breathlessly say against his lips.

Minho wastes no time to position himself between your legs. He then holds his cock, lubricating it with your essence and giving it a few pumps to finally aims it toward your entrance.

The more time he takes to be inside you, the more impatient you get.

"Put it deep inside me," you demand, opening your legs wider for him.

Yet Minho keeps teasing your entrance, heightening your anticipation and the tension in the room, making you arching your back at him.

When he finally pushes in, he only inserts the tip. It's just the tip but Gosh! It feels good already when he starts thrusting at a slow, steady pace.

"That's it," you say, keeping your waist afloat to take more of him, "all the way in."

Minho is just as impatient. He takes your wish as his command and pushes the rest of his length into you, hitting you deep inside that you blank out and you can't hear your own scream of pleasure.

It only registered to you now that it's all real once you take a look at how his cock is fully buried deep inside you and there's nothing like the feeling of finally having your desire fulfilled. Minho feels so good inside you, every inch of his length fills you perfectly like he was made just for you.

"Oh..." you loudly moan as he starts moving.

You're in and out of you at how hard he's thrusting into you that it reverberates throughout your body and in the middle of it, you manage to look at him, his face is masked with pleasure from the way his eyes are half shut and his lips pressed together.

Maybe the two of you want it so much that the sex feels rushed and a little rough, almost animalistic even. You can feel you're about to cum and so is he.

"Don't cum inside," you warn him before bringing his head close for a sloppy kiss on his lips.

In return, Minho goes sloppy with his thrusts that the bed quakes along with his movements and you're gripping the sheet to hold on to. He's twitching inside you and your legs are shaking. The knot in your stomach keeps tightening and you feel like exploding at any minute now.

He incessantly thrusts into you while you keep gripping the sheet, he probably senses that you're on the brink of climaxing and takes you there, sending you into your release with your eyes screwed shut, seeing white. He cums not long after you and keeps himself deep into you, completely forgetting your warning.

When it occurs to you that he completely forgot about your warning, you slowly push him away and force him to pull out of you.

"I told you not to cum inside," you whine.

Minho's eyes fixated on the way his cum drips out of you, pearly white and glistening wet, inviting him to taste. He finds a way to solve it by settling his head between your legs and licking your mixed juices off of your cunt and not hesitating to swallow it. He sucks on your gushing hole before using his tongue to insert it, he makes sure to not leave any drop of his cum in you.

Watching him eating you and swallowing his own cum is getting you off in the best way, you suddenly don't mind it that much that he cum inside you. If anything, you want him to fill you so you get to watch him do it all over again.

"Stop, Minho! Stop!" You tell him, tugging at his hair to stop him from diving further into your wetness.

He abruptly stops and lifts his head with his mouth and chin glistening wet with your essence. You grab him by the front of his shirt and make him hover above you again. You know you already got what you want and it's time to stop.

What are you going to do now? You ask yourself.

Seize the chance. This is probably the last time you ever had this chance and this could be the one and only chance. You roll him over and straddle him, thinking of having him again for the last time, selfishly.

Taking a moment for this could be the only chance you get to do it, you look at him and his beautiful face, and you allow yourself to kiss his lips. You're running your hands down his clothed chest and patiently unbuttoning his shirt, then part it open to reveal his toned upper half body.

It's only fair if you get to touch him all over too so you do it, using your hands and your lips next, it's just you and miles and miles of his warm, honey skin.

Minho lets you do everything as he lays on his back, watches you kissing every inch of his abdomen, and eventually has him in your mouth again. He props his hands against the bed to see how your lips wrapped around his cock.

After a while, you suddenly pull out and gasp for air, "We have to stop."

He sits up on the bed and puts your hair away from your face, "But I don't want to stop," he says, then continues putting your hair away to the back so he can kiss your neck, chest, and breasts.

They're just words, they've been just words that you say in vain and have no effect to make you stop whatsoever. You only say that just to remind you that this feels so wrong but it feels good to do it.

You sit on his lap and position his cock at your entrance again, slowly, you lower yourself on him. You let out a mewl as you take him in little by little, feeling his girth stretching you out.

"Do you want to stop?" He asks you with his hands cradling your head in between.

"We have to," you sigh with your eyes closed, overwhelmed by his cock that buries deep inside you.

"I don't want to," he breathlessly says, holding you by the waist, guiding you to start moving.

Putting your arms around his shoulders for support, you're switching between pulsating and rolling your hips around him as he latches his lips on your neck and chest.

Somehow, he feels bigger and harder inside you, and he fills you better, therefore, you just want to keep feeling his length around you. However, in the middle of it, your logic fights to come out of you.

"This is wrong," you breathlessly mutter.

"Mmh-hmm," he hums against your lips, mindlessly answering to you.

"This is so wrong, Minho," you say again as you keep moving to chase your high.

If this is wrong then why it feels so good? If this is wrong then you never want to be right. If this is wrong then you want to be a sinner, forever.

"Oh, I can't do this anymore," you cry, it's unclear whether it's the body or your conscience speaking.

"Keep going, keep going," he repeatedly mutters through his gritted teeth, watching you bouncing on his cock.

The sex is more intense and harder than the previous one, you keep holding your breath even though you're running out of air. Your nails dug into his skin, your mouth locked with his lips, and you feel a sheen of sweat forming on your skin.

It all comes down to the one moment when everything hits you all at once. Other than the wave of dopamine and oxytocin that surge through your body, you feel good, you feel light and happy, but underneath that, you feel that bitter feeling, guilt that is gnawing and eating you alive from the inside.

You open your eyes and find Minho looking at you with a soft gaze and it feels tender that you feel like crying, or you're about to as you feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

"Oh, God! What have I done?" You roughly brush the hair stuck to your moist forehead.

"It's okay," Minho says, trying to justify this act of betrayal.

"Oh, my God!" You press the heels of your palms to your eyes to stop you from crying.

Minho gently holds your chin and softly presses a kiss on your lips as if he's trying to take the pain away but that's useless because you caused this yourself and he's a part of the problem.

But his kiss no longer holds the same effect, you feel restless the more he kisses you so you slowly pull away and keep a safe space between you and him.

"Let's just stop," you say with a sigh and then rush to get off his lap. You lowly gasp from the sudden emptiness and once your feet touch the floor, you're staggering backward.

Then, you feel it, his hot cum that drips out of you and down your inner thigh.

"I can help you with that," Minho offers.

You immediately hold your hand up at him and firmly say, "Just stop!"

You start fixing your dress, putting your arm in the straps, and pulling them to your shoulders. You look around for your underwear and once you find it, you put it on.

"Kim can't know about this," you meekly say as you pull the hem of your dress and smooth them down.

There's no looking back at it now. You've got what you wanted and now it's time to move on. You turn the door knob and head out without saying anything else.

Rejoining the party downstairs, you immediately head to the kitchen to get a drink but on the way there, someone catches you by the hand.

"Come, dance with me!" Kim says with a grin, pulling you with her to the middle of the room.

"Kim, I–" you can't find anything to say to her without the guilt clogging your throat, "I need a drink."

"Here. Have mine!" She hands you her cup.

"I'll get us drinks and get back to you, okay?" You kindly refuse her but she won't let go of your hand.

"Oh, come on, it's my favorite song!" She pleads with her puppy eyes, making you feel worse than you already are.

Seeing her and how oblivious she is to what you and Minho have done is breaking your heart.

That brings you to the third and last statement: That will be the first and the last time you've had sex with Minho.

Things are going back to normal. Or that's what it seems to you.

You're still roommates with Kim and she's still oblivious about what you and Minho did behind her back which means he keeps true to his promise.

And yes, he still comes to the apartment but it doesn't bother you as it used to. You learn that your friendship with Kim is far more valuable than his boyfriend's cock, in fact, you've been taking her kindness for granted.

So for these past few days, you've been trying to avoid them as much as possible. You purposely come home late from work and if you do find them together in the apartment, you make excuses to stay in your bedroom.

Fewer interactions means fewer chances of this guilt from bringing you down further.

The new plan is to get your own place as soon as possible and for that to happen, you have to start looking for it.

Today, Gaspard offers to help you check a few places and it's also the perfect getaway than staying in the apartment. You quietly get dressed and slip out of your bedroom to find Kim catches you while dunking her teabag into her cup.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

You don't want to tell her about it yet that you plan on moving out soon so you make up an excuse on the spot, "Just getting a few things for work, yeah," you lie.

She tosses the teabag into the trash and uses a spoon to stir it, "Just getting a few things for work, huh?"

"Yeah, I need new work shoes," you lie again, seamlessly this time.

"And you think you don't need my help?"

"No, no," you hastily reply, "I just know how much you like staying in on the weekends."

"I would to go out on the weekend too."

Kim keeps misunderstanding you so you decide to tell her, "I'm going out with Gaspard," you admit, but keep the details from her.

Kim lets out a laugh and puts down her cup of tea, "Oh, my God! Why did you lie about it?"

"I don't know. It feels weird," you awkwardly answer.

"Why would it be weird? Cause he's my friend?"

"Yeah..." you meekly say.

She laughs again and comes up to you, "Why would it be weird that my roommate is going out with my good friend?"

That's true, this is nothing compared to fucking your roommate's boyfriend. You swallow the guilt that crawls out of your throat.

"I can lend you my shoes to match it with that cute dress?" She offers, kind as always.

"No, it's fine. It's comfortable this way," you say, opting for the sneakers you're wearing since you're going to do a lot of walking today.

"As long as you're comfortable," she says, fixing your hair as she speaks.

The front door opens and the two of you are turning your heads to see who's coming, it's none other than Minho. You hurriedly sling your purse around your shoulder and ready to leave.

"I'd better get going," you tell Kim, giving her a quick hug.

"You can come home as late as you want," she jokingly says as she hugs you back, "Actually, don't bother coming home tonight."

You laugh it off and pull away while ignoring Minho who walks to the kitchen to get something out of the fridge. You head for the door and wave bye at Kim before getting out.

The search for a new place comes to fruition, you have two potential living spaces but the only problem is you can't afford the rent, yet.

You end the day with a hearty dinner also as a treat for Gaspard for being so helpful and patient with you. He's simply a great guy to be with and you wonder why didn't you want to fuck him instead of Minho.

Oh fuck, you think about Minho again and it reminds you that he's in the apartment now so you stay out as late as you can. You consider Gaspard's offer to come and visit his place but you don't want to give him the impression that this is a date.

It's too casual to be counted as a date in the first place but you make sure to promise him a proper one next time.

"Maybe next time when I'm not sweaty and the day is not as humid as today," you kindly refuse the offer.

"I agree," he says as his hair turns a lot curler in this humidity and shyly brushes it to the back.

He walks you to the entrance of your apartment building and you turn on your feet to face him, "Thank you for today," you sincerely say.

"No worries. I had fun today," he coyly says with a smile.

You know he wants to kiss you and you want to kiss him too because he's just so attractive and fun to be with, he's a great guy... you can list so many reasons why you should kiss him so you muster up the courage to do it.

You stand on your tiptoe and press a kiss on his lips, putting your hand on his shoulder for support and Gaspard returns the kiss with so much gentleness with his hand cupping your jaw.

In the middle of it, you come to a realization that you kiss him for so many reasons but not because you like him. You slowly pull away from the kiss and quickly put on a smile for him.

"Goodnight, Gaspard," you mutter.

He allows himself to place a gentle caress on your cheek and smiles back at you as he says back, "Goodnight!"

The walk back to the apartment feels like a punishment. At least, it's late enough that you're sure Kim is already asleep by now so you quietly unlock the door, pushing it open without making any noise, and walk through the living room until you get to the safety of your room.

You kick your shoes off, throw your purse onto the bed, and take off your jacket, just standing there in your dress facing the huge mirror with your reflection staring back at you.

"Do you need help with that?" Minho asks through the cracks of your door.

You hate it that he's still here and you're happy to see him, you're not answering but he comes to your aid anyway. He stands right behind you and slowly unzips your dress for you.

It must be intentional the way his knuckles graze your skin as he pulls the zipper down your back.

The memories from that night come back to you and unlock all the feelings that you try to keep at the bottom of your heart.

Minho then places his hand on your shoulder and looks at you through the mirror, "Do you need help with anything else?" He asks with a voice so low it's almost like a whisper.

You turn your head to the side and meet his gaze, "No."

All sorts of thoughts come rushing through your head but it's the same contradicting questions: Take the chance or pass? Right or wrong? Continue or stop? Now or never?

Those questions going around your head and won't stop bothering you until you make up your mind.

You turn around to face him and notice how close he's standing in front of you, so close that you can feel the heat his body is emitting.

"But I'll help myself," you say and then kiss him.

Well, you guess people can tell which one is the lie now.

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cod-indulgences · 3 months ago

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John Price x female!reader, Kyle Garrick x female!reader, dark Kyle, manipulation, obsession, age gap, MCD

Thinking about being John Price's new wife- it's quick, none of the task force even knew he was seeing someone- and it's obvious why as soon as they meet you.

You're young.

Too young, some would say, which just sends you off in a fury, trying to defend your relationship even though it's just painfully obvious this isn't really a romance for the ages. Especially when your wedding dress is tailored to hide the growing bump of your belly. When Price himself is embarrassed, almost ashamed at being stuck with a pretty young thing at his age.

Kyle can't help himself.

You're so sweet, funny, you've got him in stitches within minutes of meeting him over drinks with the team- your glass conspicuously refilled with water or juice despite the fact that no one has said anything officially yet. You're perfect.

And you're tied to Price.

Kyle twists himself in knots over you. What the hell is he supposed to do? He sees you in pictures, hears your voice floating out of the phone, but he's a world away and yet so close. You deserve more, he's looked up to Price as one of the best men he's ever known but not for this- not for you. Kyle wants to give you everything, finds himself biting his pillow to muffle his sounds as he touches himself to thoughts of you, growing round and fat with a child- his child- waiting for him at home with a toddler at your feet and his baby on your hip. Smiling that big crinkled up smile, bright as sunshine.

It gnaws at him. He needs you, and he can't have you. Not while Price is there, smiling at pictures, warming up to the idea of you- as if you're something that needs time to get used to! It's insanity that Price doesn't see your worth. That he's not on his knees begging for a taste of you every night and falling asleep to the sound of your breathing. That he's not worshipping you like you should be. The way Kyle would.

Every night, fucking you so good and gentle, kneading your tender breasts while you moan and twist on his cock. Waking you in the morning with his tongue in your pussy, cleaning up the mess he left behind. Swallowing down your moans and cries as he slicks you up, gets you plumped up and ready for him to spill, filling your belly over and over until it takes and you come to him with full hips, kicks under his palms, your breasts heavy with milk.

He grows resentful, watchful. Waiting for a chance to slide in, to pry you away. Kyle calls you, messages you through time away when he knows Price doesn't. He offers you sweets, sends postcards from missions, until even Price is laughing. Teasing Kyle about needing a girl of his own. Kyle just smiles along with him. He worries a little about Ghost seeing what's really happening, the man is too smart- but he's also devoted, and Kyle sees how he looks when Price talks about retiring. About settling down with you. Ghost would be on his side if he could ever get in.

Except it all comes down so quickly, Kyle can't say how he would have handled it in the end. If he would have broken and begged at your feet for you, if he'd kept wooing you until you ran away into his arms yourself-

Because there's a mission, and Price takes a hit, and Kyle carefully turns off his mic and steps away, letting the man gasp as life blood runs onto the ground. Until there's too much to come back from. And then he turns it back on, drags a ragged gasp into his throat, and begs the man he'd thought of as a father-mentor-friend-rival to hang on, to live. It's not enough.

The funeral is bleak, cold, even though the sun is shining. Ghost appears and vanishes again, Soap trailing after him.

You're left at the graveside, belly stretching the black dress obscenely, crying. You sob into Kyle's shoulder. You loved him, you say, even with how unexpected it all was- the circumstances of the marriage, the baby coming, you loved Price, and you thought he loved you too. You'd been making plans together.

Now you're a widow before you're twenty five, with a baby on the way and a pension you don't know how to manage. You don't have friends, family, you had relocated for Price.

It's alright, Kyle says, and smooths his hand down your arm, the curve of your back. He tucks you into his side and brushes his own tears away.

"I'll take care of you."

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ghoulishhx · 2 months ago

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I was thinking about this last night, imagine like tipsy reader comes home from a night out whatever. her and frank had weird tension for as long as they've known eachother, but they're close enough to where he can come over whenever he needs. she walks in to find him sat beaten up and bloody on her couch, and frank is aghast as he's never really seen her in anything like what she's wearing(possibly some pretty dress, whatever fits the vibes the best) maybe a sweet lil moment or more happens🤭

sorry if this seems like blabbering, i tried to make is cohesive😭

this request is just toooo CUTE. and noo don't worry about blabbering, i understood completely and i hope i delivered for you!!

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Pairing: Neighbour!Frank x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: fluff, a LOT of it, mutual pining, tipsy reader, injured frank, making out and sexual themes so MDNI please thank you, sweetheart frank, written with plus size reader in mind!, praise

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✦ friday i'm in love

You and your neighbour Frank have gotten into a routine, one you’ve come to adore and hold close to your heart.

He comes over, you patch him up no questions asked, you feed him a home cooked meal and he helps where he can, fixing your appliances and building furniture for example. You truly love his presence, he grounds you from all the nonsense you go through when you’re not with him, always lending you an ear for your vents, offering advice (also offering to “sort out” the pricks at work giving you trouble.). There’s never really a moment you two are not together, the only things coming between you being your day jobs. You wouldn’t change this for the world.

It’s Friday night, and Frank is obviously beat up. Patrol on a Friday night was always a lot, compared to the rest of the weekdays. Drunk men causing havoc, committing crimes heavily under the influence always made the weekends more work for Frank.

Tonight was just like any other night, as he stumbles home late at night, bloodied and bruised. He doesn't think twice before letting himself into your apartment with the spare key you gifted him. Entering your home, he notices the lack of lights. Strange, he thought to himself, you’re a night owl and never sleep before 2am. He’s always greeted by you rushing to the door to give him a hug, ushering him into the warmth of your abode. The lack of your greeting rings alarm bells through his head, and he doesn’t hesitate, reaching to his belt to pull out his sidearm, mind racing with thoughts that you were in danger. Flickering on his torch, he silently paces through the open planned room, his eyes gaze to the table where he finds a note.

“Gone out with some friends Frankie, I’ll be home about midnight. Dinner and beer are in the fridge xo”

His shoulders instantly drop, tension washing away as his eyes scan over the note, his breathing settles knowing you were okay and you were gonna be home soon. He moves to your fridge, finding tupperware with leftovers from your dinner you had presumably before you left, next to an ice cold beer, Frank’s favourite. He practically groans at the sight, wondering what he did in his past lives to deserve you here and now. Within a flash, he’s converted the food to a bowl, slammed that sucker in the microwave as he cracks open his beer. He is so comfortable existing within your space, your home feeling like his even when you’re not there. It pains him knowing he will have to leave tonight, just like it does every night. If he could have it his way, you would be by his side 24/7, holding you while you slept soundly in his arms, kissing the top of your head as he plays with your hair…

The click of the front door’s lock being turned pulls him from his thoughts of you, his breath hitches in his throat as he catches a glimpse at you. Fuck do you look gorgeous. Your hair is loosely curled, having dropped throughout the night of dancing and drinking. The dress you’re wearing has Frank in a chokehold. He’s convinced you would look stunning in nothing but a trash bag, but there’s something about the way the soft silk of your dress hugging your curves just right, accentuating the dips in your hips and the plush skin of your stomach (something you were really self conscious about before leaving your house tonight, but it's one of Frank’s favourite things about you.”, he can’t help but stare at your chest like a teenage boy. You had no idea how perfect you looked, no idea about the effect you were having on your neighbour.

“My eyes are up here, Frankie.” you giggle, slurring your words as you stumble into the room.

Frank can’t help but look away, sensing the blush creep up his neck due to you clocking him. You continue to giggle to yourself as you toss your purse onto the console cabinet next to the door, peeling your heels off and cursing at the blisters already beginning to form. The action of taking your shoes off causes you to tumble, however Frank manages to catch you in time, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist, preventing you from falling on your ass.

“Mmm my hero.” you whisper in his ear as you wrap your arms around his neck, placing a hard kiss to the side of his face. He breathes in your smell, your vanilla perfume invades his nose, his favourite smell in the world, with a hint of liquor.

“Are you drunk, sweetheart?” he asks softly, such an obvious question but he couldn’t help from ask it.

“Maybee..” you laugh, grabbing his head with your hands and angling him to look at you. Your face twists with confusion as you notice all of the cuts and scrapes littered across his face.

“Frankie, you’re hurt. Why didn’t you say when I came in?”

“It’s not that bad darlin’, don't’ worry ‘m fine.” he says with his gruff tone, looking you dead in your eyes, the colour completely covered by your dilated pupils.

“Shush, c’mon let's get you cleared up.” you raise to your feet, smoothening your dress and reaching your hand out to help him up. Seeing him injured sobered you up a lot, however he raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say are you sure you’re not too drunk.

“Don’t give me that grumpy look Frankie, I’m not that drunk, just a little tipsy. I won’t stab you, swear.” you’re still holding his hand, the realisation makes you drop it instantly as you turn away to avoid showing him how flustered you were from such a simple touch.

“Ya better not doll, not lettin’ ya get rid of me that easily.” he chuckles darkly as he looks you up and down, making his way to the bathroom and pulling out the fold up chair you keep in there for this very situation. You join him in the cool tiled room, but before you did anything you had to take your makeup off, it had been on too long and it was borderline overstimulating. You pull your makeup remover wipes from the cabinet under the sink, pulling one out as you wipe it across your face, smearing makeup everywhere as you clean yourself.

Frank watched in awe as you did such a simple mundane task in front of him, surprised at how aroused he was just from watching you wipe your face. He can’t take your eyes off you, you were addicting. Frank would happily watch you do anything, being as enthralled with you as he was.

“What are you looking at Frank?” you question, feeling his eyes stare holes into the side of your face.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful sweetheart.” he whispers, surprised at his own admission. He was too transfixed on your movements to stop himself from thinking before he spoke. You giggle brings him back to earth as he clears his throat, as if to pass it off as a cough.

“You think I’m beautiful?” you softly speak, turning to fully face him now, makeup pretty much fully removed as you lean on the counter. Your eyes meet and the air in the room feels much thicker than before, electricity coursing through the space as you look intently into one another’s eyes.

“Think? I know darlin’, most damn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” he mumbles, wetting his lips with his tongue as he takes your form in for the millionth time tonight.

Your breathing intensifies, your stomach flips from his compliment. You had secretly been harbouring feelings for your neighbour for a while, but never believed they were/could be reciprocated. You put the used wipe down, as you saunter over him and climb into his lap, wrapping your legs over his thighs. His hands shoot to your waist to keep you stable.

“Well I think you’re beautiful Frank.”

“Tsk, ya dunno what you’re sayin’ sweet girl, if you were sober you’d feel different.” he grumbles, a sly smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. Not once do his eyes move from your face, taking in every freckle, bump and ridge, the plumpness of your lips swooning him.

“I’m pretty much sobered up now Frank, stop worrying.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ve thought you were beautiful for a while, y’know..”

“Likewise angel.. You dunno what ya do t’me.” he whispers, his breath catches your face due to only being mere inches apart now, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity up your spine.

“Can I kiss you, pretty girl?”

“Please.”

He doesn’t wait a second longer, placing his lips upon your softer ones. The kiss begins tentatively, slow and explorative, but it’s not long before it grows hungrier, more desperate. Your mixed pent up emotions for one another finally escaping inside of each other’s mouths.

You wrap your fingers up in his hair, tugging slightly as his lips leave yours and land on your neck, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin, eliciting moans from you.

“Fuck babydoll, I’ve waited too long to have you like this..” he mumbles into your neck, the vibrations of his words sending arousal straight to your panties.

“Need you.. Need you so bad Frankie.. Please touch me..” you beg, peppering kisses along the top of his head as you grind yourself down onto his rock hard bulge. He can’t help but buck his hips into yours.

“Eager aren’t we?” he teases, whispering in your ear. “As much as I wanna take ya up on that doll, wanna make sure you’ll fully remember our first time.” you go to argue this but he stops you “I know you’re pretty much sober baby, but I want it to be special for ya.. That okay with you?” you sigh in defeat, nodding your head. “Attagirl.” he places another kiss on your lips as he grabs the flesh of your ass, making you gasp as he grins, knowing damn well how much he’s teasing you.

You roll your eyes as you climb off of him, reaching under the sink to grab your first aid kit, having completely neglected the sole purpose of why you were both in the cramped en-suite bathroom. Patching Frank up takes no time at all, only minor injuries tonight that a good wipe with antiseptic and a bandage could fix. The entire time you were working on him, his hands never left your hips, rubbing comforting circles around the curve.

“All done Frankie.” you lean down and kiss the top of his head.

“Thank you babygirl, I’ll get out ya hair, let ya relax after your night out alright?” he stands from his seat, pulling you into his warm embrace.

“Stay.” you mumble into his chest, breathing him in, basking in the closeness.

“Please?” you tilt your head up to him, resting your chin on his chest, giving him your best puppy dog eyes to further convince him.

“Course I will doll, anythin’ for ya.” he kisses the top of your head, as you pull away and lead him out of the bathroom to your bedroom. You don’t bother making him turn around as you unsheath yourself from your dress, allowing the fabric to pool at your feet. Frank uses as much self control he can muster to not take you then and there, remembering his words he told you earlier on about waiting for the right time. He shudders a deep breath as he removes his shirt and jeans too, watching you climb into bed and hold out your arms for him to join you, and that he does.

He climbs beside you and pulls you snug into his chest, spooning you. Your eyelids begin to fall heavy, being completely at peace in his grasp. You hum appreciatively, after fantasizing about this moment for months now you finally have it, you finally have him.

“Sleep well sweet girl, I’ll be here in the mornin’, promise.” he whispers in your hair, as you mumble an incoherent response, drifting off to sleep. It’s not long until he joins you, feeling just as at ease tucked up in bed with you as you feel.

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a/n: i know the gif is raunchy as shit, but i had to use it because #smash

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yanderedrabbles · 3 months ago

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Helloooo! I just loved the old west gang. Traumatized? Yes. Curious? Yes. But specifically the Lakota wrangler caught my attention, and oooh this part:

"""Don't be. You're my reward, my reparation." He brushed his knuckles across your cheek again.

"I've waited my whole life for you."

You wanted to ask why. What made you so special? Why did he want to keep you? ""

VAL, TELL ME WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? WHAT'S HIS STORY? WHAT'S HIS DEBT?

OH MY GOD HIS PART IS SO 💕💕💕💕

TELL US THEIR BACKGROUND PLEASE 🥹🥹🥹

Yandere Outlaws - The Wrangler's Past + the gang hearing about you for the first time

I think the wrangler probably has one of the most interesting backgrounds. We all know that the Wild West era was no fun at all for Native American tribes. Manifest Destiny and all the terrible things done in it's name saw Native tribes being confined to smaller and smaller reservations, with stricter and stricter rules. Bison were disappearing, the railroads were cutting across hunting lands, and permanent settlers were coming west in droves.

I think in the face of all that, the wrangler felt like he had to adapt or die. Set out on his own and try and make it in the white man's world.

I reckon he falls in with the boss after a nasty bar fight. Him against some cowboys who feel like a Lakota on "their" turf is blasphemy.

Things don't look good at all. He's a strong fighter but numbers almost always trumps skill. He's going to end up dead in the mud and no one will give a damn.

Well, until the boss arrives. Maybe the boss is an old quick draw and when the smoke settles the cowboys are down for good. Or maybe the boss just has that look to him, that keen eyed glare that makes dumb cowhands think better of their bravado.

Either way, he hauls the wrangler out of the mud and offers him a job.

"Need a man for my horses. I'll pay you good to stick with us for coupla weeks."

The wrangler agrees. Because hell, what else is there to do? And if the older man looks hard edged and hard eyed, how much does that really matter? This is the West. You either get tough or get buried.

I think one way or another, the boss earns his loyalty. He gives him a sense of belonging he hasn't felt since he set out on his own. Gives him a purpose. And well, robbing banks and derailing trains and sticking it to old Uncle Sam is about the best he can do to make up for what his tribe has been through. Just one more outlaw pricking Washington in the thumb.

And as for you, sweet thing that you are, oh, you're what he's waited for all his life.

A girl to call his own. Soft and kind, to keep the cold away. Looking in your eyes makes it so easy to forget all the shit he's been through, all the shit he's done. He's been through his share of trouble and then some. He deserves a place to rest his head, a person to call home.

So what if you aren't willing? The world has gone out of its way to take what should have been his by right. The bison, the land, the open sky and flowing water. All of it divvied up and fenced off. He's not letting anyone get in the way of the one good thing he can finally call his own.

I think the thing that initially attracts him to you is the story of you and the second in command. The second is Chinese and he hasn't had it easy either. He could either work the railroads or die in a ditch. Not the best options, but just about the only ones open to an immigrant's son.

If you were anyone else, you'd have screamed your head off when you found him bleeding in your barn.

You didn't. Instead, you put him back together and kept him safe from your pa.

When he first heard the story, it was a cold night out on the planes. They'd just pulled off a job and were sleeping rough, trying to throw the law dogs off their trail.

The second kept looking out to the west. Maybe he was keeping an eye out for pursuit, but they'd pulled their job off back east. Marshals would be coming from that direction, if at all.

Finally, he gave in to his curiosity and asked the man what the hell he was looking for.

"My girl," he said simply. "My girl stays out that way."

The outlaws grew quiet around the fire.

"I didn't know you had one," the boss said, elbows on his knees as he sharpened his boot knife. "Is that where you go off to when we're in town?"

"Mm-hmm. I like to check in on her."

The gunslingers leaned forward then, as in sync as coyotes.

"She must be one hell of a girl, if she can put up with your ugly mug."

"Is she pretty? Got those nice eyes that look up at you all sweet?"

He ignored them and went back to looking west, like he could somehow see over all those miles.

"Do you love her?" the wrangler asked suddenly. He didn't know why he asked that, just that it seemed important.

"More than I thought possible. Every time I see her it's like my heart is breaking. If I can't have her, I think I'll go mad."

The boss looked up for a second, blue eyes catching the firelight. "You gonna marry her then?"

The second laughed, uncharacteristically nervous. "She doesn't even know I exist."

The boss stopped sharpening his knife. "How do you know you love her, if you ain't never talked to her?"

"She saved my life. That's how I know."

The wrangler looked up at the sky and wondered who would go out of their way to save an outlaw.

The boss stuck his knife in his boot. "Tell us the story."

Maybe if anyone else asked, the second would have refused. You were his girl. He didn't want to share even the memory of you with other men.

But you don't say no to the boss.

When he was done telling it, the outlaws were quiet. Lost in their own thoughts. All of them thinking how sweet it would be to have a girl like that. Feeling for a second what he felt every time he thought of you.

It was the wrangler who broke the silence, only half aware he was speaking. "I'd do anything to have a girl like that. Someone so kind..."

The dark skinned outlaw leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "She sounds too good for either of you."

"And you're any better?"

He didn't get to answer. The green eyed gunslinger cut in, his voice low and mean.

"She sounds real innocent. Kind of girl who'll cry when you fuck her for the first time."

The second in command stood with a snarl, already reaching for his rifle.

"Don't."

The boss, quiet but no less dangerous for being so.

"We're all men here. We're all gonna think somethin' like that when you tell us 'bout a girl so...untouched."

The second sat back down stiffly, his jaw clenched tight.

The boss continued, "Ain't like we're gonna steal your girl from you. Let it go."

The wrangler didn't let it go though. Not even when they were back in their hideout, a whole lot richer than they were a week ago.

He stopped the second in command when he was saddling up his mustang.

"Take me with you. I want to see this girl of yours."

If it was anyone else, he'd have said no on the spot. But the wrangler had a quiet gentleness about him that made the second agree.

They watched you from a hill overlooking your father's ranch. Just two shadows against the setting sun.

One of your horses had taken sick and you were walking it around the corral. Stopping every little while to stroke its neck or rub its nose, whispering encouragement. You were patient, gentle. The hem of your skirt tucked into your belt and showing off a sliver of thigh as you moved.

The wrangler sighed and stroked his horse's neck.

"I understand now."

"Understand what?"

"Why you keep looking for her, even if you're a hundred miles away."

As they rode home, he found himself doing the same thing. Looking over his shoulder like he could somehow see you one last time.

And the first time he saw you up close? Backed up against the kitchen table, corned like a vixen at the hunt? That's when he realised exactly what you were.

You were his reward.

The one good thing he'd struggled all his life to find. You were going to be his peace. His home.

And the first time he had you? On your knees, kissing his cock, your eyelashes still wet with tears? That's when he decided he'd keep you, no matter how cruel it was. No matter that doing it would strip him of any claim to goodness. A good man wouldn't get hard seeing you cry. A good man wouldn't fuck you when all you wanted was to go home.

But then again, how could he stay a good man in a world that hated him? That wanted him dead and gone?

When he kissed you, he signed away his last bit of honour. It doesn't matter that he holds you so gently, that he touches you like a lover.

He'll never let you go. And ain't that just a bitch?

#yandere #yandere imagines #Yandere outlaws #x reader #yandere oc #yandere x reader

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littlelovelunette · 3 months ago

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Hii, i saw ur spanking hc for ambessa earlier ^and i loves it sm^ and i cant stop thinking of the “she wont offer any relief afterwards as its meant to be a punishment and not for pleasure”, and i know what you meant by that but imagine ambessa really upset and taking reader to the room to punish her for her attitude, after she finishes she doesn’t forget to apply some alo gel on r! plump and red bum but she doesn’t offer her comfort more than that and leaves her subbing in the room to “reflect on her actions” in a serious tone, ambessa goes on with whatever she has to do in her office or the living room but an hour later reader comes out still crying and asking for some aftercare and reassurance even if they didn’t really have sex but she just needs to be reminded that she’s loved and safe and good for ambessa

Love Me Better

Contains mentions of spanking

All you could hear was the ticking sound of the clock in the room. You had just gotten disciplined by Ambessa and your ass hurt like hell but what hurt more was the fact that she wasn't there with you.

Sure, she did apply some aloe jel on your ass to soothe the pain and avoid scarring but nothing more than that. She called it reflecting on your actions.

You were upset and you wanted her, you wanted reassurance, validation and simply for Ambessa to cuddle you.

But she wasn't there.

Your eyes were hurting from the amount of tears you had shed, you wanted Ambessa to coddle you but she wasn't even in the room, just thinking of that made you cry harder.

A bit later, you hop off the bed and put on a robe to cover your naked body, wincing as the fluffy material touched your butt.

"'Bessa," you called out but your voice was hoarse. You doubted she could've heard that small mewl.

"Ambessa," you called out again this time louder than before but again you were met with silence.

You could hear your own slightly ragged and very unrhythmic breathing.

When you didn't get an answer, you decided to check the living room where Ambessa would usually polish her weapons.

Your feet padded through the huge Medarda estate, looking for Ambessa.

You saw Ambessa sitting there and minding her own business, seeing the way she wasn't even one bit worried for you tears appeared in your eyes and you started crying.

Sobbing, you walked upto her causing Ambessa's head to jerk your way with shock written across her eyes.

Once that subsided within a second, Ambessa was pulling you closer, "What's wrong, angel?"

"I jus' wan' some aftercare," you mumbled incoherently and buried your very wet face in the crook of her neck, "Jus' wan' love..." Your voice was much smaller this time.

"Oh, my sweet girl," Ambessa stroked your hair, pulling your head back so she could wipe your tears away using her thumbs, "Should've just asked, why the tears?"

"Why should I have to ask?" You asked curtly, fat tears streaming down your cheeks.

"That's... how a relationship works...? Communication?" This was the first time you were seeing Ambessa with her guard down and for once she sounded unsure of what she said.

You sobbed harder, causing Ambessa's resolve to crack, "Shit, sorry, I meant, of course. You deserve all the love in the world."

You grinned a little through your tears. Ambessa saw the grin, and rolled her eyes playfully, pulling you onto her lap gently to avoid hurting you.

"You little menace."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

#arcane #ambessa #ambessa arcane #arcane ambessa #ambessa league of legends #ambessa x you #ambessa medarda #ambessa x reader #ambessa medarda fanfic #ambessa medarda arcane #ambessa medarda smut #ambessa medarda x reader #Ambessa medarda x you #ambessa the chosen of the wolf

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kyokutsu-sama · 1 year ago

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Headcanons

A/n: So, I'm going o invest more content on my favorite captains of bc because they're hot , badass and deserve all world's attention. Here's some sfw/nsfw headcanons for them✨️

Tw: Nsfw content

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Yami :

Sfw

He's super protective of you and that's something he doesn't hide. If any man messes with you (even if you are strong), that guy is officially dead.

You are the only person he allows to pick up his sword and use it on a battle. He trusts you so take good care of his katana because this man is broke and can't afford a new one.

He also likes to go out with you and take you out drinking or playing cards. If you win a bet against him, be prepared because he won't give up until he wins... or until he falls asleep from drinking. He's a terrible gambler but he refuses to accept that.

You usually train together and he likes to see you push your limits. He also likes it when you go on a mission with him so he can see this. He's proud of you and your power.

If he's having another one of his daily battles in the bathroom, you'll be the only one who can come in and give him the toilet paper he's missing because Asta forgot to change it.

(Asta run for your life)

Nsfw

I don't need to tell you that this man is rough and will surpass his limits in the sheets. Good luck to you and goodbye legs.

He loves being between your legs, devouring you and tasting everything you have to give him, probably even getting "drunk" on your juices.

He likes to see you squirm beneath him, the marks he left on you covering your skin (Yes, he really leaves a lot of marks on you), your eyes rolling and your voice calling him so well. Poor bed and poor other members who will listen to you all night

His hands will be all over your body, a lot of physical contact during the act. He loves it when you run your hands over his body too. You can even scratch his skin and bite, he doesn't feel pain. Only pleasure.

There's a lot of dirty talk.

And don't try to tease him, you don't know the risk you're running. Listen, he has no problem with that thing called public places. He puts you against a wall and does whatever he wants.

Regarding the fact that you can't walk properly, don't worry, he carries you everywhere in his strong arms.

He's just my type fr🤭

William :

Sfw

Super cute and kind to you. He is super careful with you, always giving you those sweet smiles that makes your heart melt.

He always likes to check on you to make sure there's nothing wrong or if you're 100% fine.

He's shy and whenever you hold his hand in public or kiss his cheek, his face will heat up from blushing. You just laugh at his cuteness.

He really likes hugs after a long day of work, he feels like you calm his heart and give him good energy.

He's fallen for you since the day you traced his scar with your fingers softly and told him how beautiful he still was. No one had ever done this and he was moved by this affection.

You were proud of him for who he was and not for his appearance and that made him shed little tears.

Nsfw

Do not proceed without your full consent. He wants you to feel good and comfortable.

The touch is soft and delicate, lots of tender kisses on your skin. He doesn't like to leave many marks like Yami, HOWEVER... if you leave some on him, it will cause "things" in him. (It turns him on but he's ashamed to admit it)

I see him being a sub and will let you take over things a lot of the time because he just loves it when you do.

Touch his body, kiss him, take him deep and slow as he likes. This man will have to fight with himself not to come when you ride him and look into his eyes. He goes crazy.

Very gentle with you after the act, always cleaning you and offering you everything you need.

(William, the door to my house is open... you know?🥹👉👈)

Fuegoleon :

Sfw

He is very serious in his role and always wants to have you by his side.

He loves your presence even though he is working hard, and if you help him he will thank you.

He might be a bit like William in the sense that he may be a little shy when you hold his hand or kiss him in public, although he doesn't blush like him.

He always tries to keep you protected and advises you not to talk to Mereoleona too much, he's afraid she'll make fun of him in front of you or drag you to the volcano where she trains.

This woman is dangerous, but having her as a sister-in-law is a gift tbh. She'll beat the shit out of everyone if anyone touches her brother's beautiful girlfriend.

Leo will probably love you because you love and care for his older brother. You two will be great friends.

He likes it when you run your hands gently through his hair when he is resting. This is comfortable and relaxing.

Nsfw

He's the middle ground between going fast when he's feeling excited (after you teased him all day) and going slow and sensual when he comes into the bedroom tired and just wants you to put your arms around him.

He dominates, he likes to be on top, seeing you beneath him arching when his fingers caress you or when he grabs your thighs and thrust you. He lives to see you squirming on the mattress.

He likes to praise you, whispering in your ear how beautiful you are, which gives you goosebumps.

Please run your hands down his back, he loves it and it makes him go deeper.

He hugs and kisses you a lot after he finishes. He is much more relaxed between four walls than in a public place where he hesitates a little with the PDA.

Nozel :

Sfw

Dear, be patient with him. He may be cold to the core but his eyes... they never lie. His look at you is something that many royal ladies who notice him would like to get from him.

He doesn't make long vows of love but look, he's the best with actions and no one will come close to you because he defends you a lot.

Although he and Yami don't get along, they are both overprotective lovers.

Even if you're not from a royal family or something, he won't let anyone discriminate against you for that. That person will disappear without a trace and it's all the work of Nozel fucking Silva.

Serious, but until you give him that little smile that makes him look away in embarrassment. You can see the tips of his ears turning red and you tease him for that.

He ends up smiling for a second and you feel like the luckiest person in the world to witness this event.

Nsfw

Don't underestimate this man, he is a dom and will always show you who is in control. Although I think he has a certain look that he would like you to take control.

Don't fight back, obey. He doesn't accept a no and if you're a brat to him, he'll punish you for it.

If he's having a bad day, he'll probably come to the bedroom to have you in his sheets and relieve himself. Goodbye legs once again...

He will also mark you, he is the only one who can have you and the marks made for him only turns him on.

Not only in the bedroom does he like to see you squirming and calling for him, but also on the office table while he takes a break from work. I don't see him being shy if someone came in but he would probably threaten anyone if they even thought about telling what they saw.

He makes sure you're okay afterwards and will put you in his arms, kissing the top of your head.

#black clover #black clover x reader #black clover fandom #yami sukehiro #william vangeance #fuegoleon vermillion #nozel silva #yami sukehiro x reader #william vangeance x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #nozel x reader #black clover headcanons #Headcanons

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wstviewvidal · 6 months ago

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prerequisites- w. maximoff

summary: where worlds collide

pairing: rich!wanda x r

a/n: #needthat

next part

minors do not interact

i know you told me not to, but you deserve it. i left something on your porch for this weekend

you open up the text from wanda and can’t help but feel a smile creep onto your face. you two have been texting and calling as much as your schedules allow since valerie’s recital last month.

you two have only had the opportunity to meet up three times since then— each time being for a quick lunch during the work day. the company event that wanda invited you to was on saturday and you had told wanda you were stressing out over what you were going to wear.

wanda, being the sweet woman that she is, told you not to worry about lifting a finger. when she told you this, you couldn’t help but feel somewhat worried— not sure what she meant by that. however, knowing the fact that wanda has yet to make you feel uncomfortable is what brought you the slightest bit of peace.

you get home less than an hour later to a pink rectangular box with a bow on it sitting on your front porch. a small laugh bubbles up and you shake your head slightly in disbelief. you quickly move to unlock the door and open the box.

the first thing you notice is intricate beading and lace as you pull out a black midi length dress from the box. you gape at it for a moment, your heart beating quicker at the thought of her putting thought into getting you this dress.

your phone rings, interrupting your moment. you dig it out of your bag and answer without even looking at the caller ID.

“hi,” wanda says, her voice warm, and you can practically hear her smile through the phone, “did you get my gift?”

you let out a soft laugh and tell her you did, “wanda, you know that you don’t have to buy me these things, right? it looks way too expensive and i hate that i made you spend your money on it,” you pout softly at the idea of wanda going out of her way to even think about spending money on you.

wanda rolls her eyes and twirls a pen in her hand as she sits behind her desk, “nonsense. you didn’t make me do a single thing. you were telling me you were stressing and what kind of a friend would i be if i didn’t at least try to help you out?” a slight grimace covers her face as she calls herself your friend.

truth is, wanda thinks she’s could fall for you. she wouldn’t admit it aloud, but she finds herself thinking about you often. the way you smile when you talk about your niece, the passion and love you have for your career, the way you make her laugh— everything

“still, i can’t accept this gift. you know i don’t like you spending money on me,” you whine softly as you trace the detailing on the dress, “you’ve paid for all the lunches we’ve been on— you never even let me finish offering to pay before you give the waiter your card!”

wanda can hear the whine in your voice and rolls her eyes with a dramatic sigh, “so? i want to pay for you. keep your money so you can spoil your niece, or i’ll spoil her myself.”

you sigh into the phone as she says this— you know she’ll stick to her word about spoiling valerie, “you and that girl love to conspire against me and i hate it. fine, but next time we go out it’s going to be on me.”

you try your best to sound confident and firm, but you know wanda is on the other side of the call trying to hide her snicker.

“okay, whatever you say goes,” you can practically see her teasing smile through the phone as she replies and you can’t stop the feeling of butterflies in your stomach as you listen.

the two of you stay on the call for an hour later, even while wanda is working on her tasks for her company. she goes on to tell you all about how she has to review funding proposals and finalize budget adjustments for a new program she hopes to implement in another school.

you listen to her talk as you prepare your dinner, chiming in when necessary.

“sorry, i’ve been talking at you,” wanda cuts herself off and cringes when she realizes you haven’t said much, “what are you doing?”

wanda tries her best to smooth over and shift the topic back to you. “hush, i love when you tell me about your job. besides, it’s keeping me entertained while i’m making my dinner.”

wanda’s cheeks flush a shade of pink when you tell her that she’s not being bothersome, that you enjoy her company. she goes to respond but is suddenly cut off by a question.

“if i save you a plate, will you come have dinner with me when you get off?”

your body felt cold as soon as you asked that question, almost afraid that wanda would reject the offer. on the other side of the call, wanda was practically jumping for joy at the idea of having dinner with you. a wide grin covered her face and it was almost like wanda had to physically restrict herself from kicking her feet like a lovesick teenager.

she looks at the watch on her wrist and decides she could leave right now if she wanted. after all, she is her own boss.

“if that’s okay with you,” she shyly replies, “i can be at yours in about an hour or maybe less?”

an impossibly large grin covers your face at her reply, “that’s perfect. i can’t wait to see you.”

after you two hang up, the air seems lighter and you both know that the dinner isn’t just a friendly invitation. somehow, you both know that it signifies the potential start of something special.

wanda arrives to your house, true to her word, in less than an hour. she even brought you small bouquet of white roses with a pink bow.

you open the door to wanda standing there with a sheepish grin, a huge contrast to the businesswoman you met last month.

“hi,” her voice low, “i know you said i didn’t need to bring anything, but i didn’t want to come to your house for the first time empty handed. i didn’t want to be rude, especially since—“

wanda rambles and you can’t help but try to hold in a laugh at her nervous demeanor.

“wanda?” you tilt your head slightly with a teasing tone. your lips pursing together in a feeble attempt to contain a laugh.

wanda raises her eyebrows in acknowledgment as she looks at you with a flustered look, “yeah?”

your heart melts at the sight of her clutching the roses and rocking back and forth with an anxious look.

“come inside,” you hold your hand out to her to pull her inside, “your plate is already on the table.”

wanda looks at your outstretched hand, then back up to your eye, almost like she didn’t expect it. she takes your hand and allows you to guide her into your home.

she hands you the flowers with a timid smile, “i wasn’t sure what your favorite flowers were, so i tried to play it safe with roses.”

wanda looks uneasy and it takes everything in you to not let out a laugh, “thank you, wands. you’re so sweet.”

wanda’s heart beats faster at the sound of the nickname and you calling her sweet. she follows after you as you walk towards the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase.

the smell of roasted chicken and mashed potato full the air and you can hear wanda’s stomach growl as she stands near you.

that’s what makes you finally break into a fit of laughter. wanda looks at you sheepishly and apologizes softly.

“no, no,” you giggle softly and guide wanda to the table by the waist, “you need to eat, come on.”

wanda’s heart pounds as you lead her with such casual intimacy. she watches you as you walk back with two glasses, her lips curling into a smile as you set one down in front of her while you glance back at her with a playful expression.

“everything smells amazing,” she looks at the food then up to you again, “did you really make this on your own?”

you laugh softly, “what, you think i can’t cook?”

shaking her head and suppressing an apology, “no, i think you can do anything. this just smells amazing— like it came from a restaurant.”

wanda watches you with an amused expression as you playfully roll your eyes at her compliment. you pour the drinks in hopes that the flush on your face will go away— it doesn’t. wanda gazes at you as you busy yourself with making sure she’s taken care of.

as you two eat dinner together, the conversation flows and you two share jokes and memories. wanda begins talking about her childhood as you listen intently and rest your chin in your hand.

wanda’s infectious smile as she talks about her brother, pietro, is something you’re sure you’ll never be able to forget. she tells you all about how he was always a problem child and she always had to cover for him growing up. you find yourself hanging onto every word that comes out of her lips.

“i mean, i love him and all but, geez, that boy had everyone worried when he’d come home with a scrape on his face,” she shakes her head in disbelief as she recounts stories of him as a teen. you can see the love in her eyes as she talks about life before she became who she is today.

you decide to throw caution to the wind and ask something more personal, “do you think your relationship has changed with your family since you became big in the business world?”

wanda’s breath hitches as you ask that. she looks off into space as she thinks over the question, a small sigh coming from her lips.

“yes and no,” she sounds far off as she’s speaks— you almost regret asking such a question, “i miss my family— the dynamic we had, but i’m also a career woman. i’m lucky to be in the position i’m in, and i’m happy i’m able to provide for my family and give back. i see it as a price i had to pay.”

you nod along as wanda speaks, your hand subtly grazing over the back of her hand as she speaks. you aren’t sure if she wants to continue this conversation, but you allow her to take the rein.

after a few more minutes of wanda speaking about her family, she helps you pick up the table. you’re stood at the sink, ready to begin washing dishes before wanda stands next to you with a curious expression.

“what are you doing?” she goes to grab the sponge from your hand before you look at her with a confused look.

“washing the dishes?” wanda almost laughs at your tone, shaking her head at you. she gently pushes you to the side, “let me do it, you cooked our dinner.”

needless to say, you two both stood side by side washing the dishes together— the smile on your faces never leaving.

wanda turns to you after the last dish is dried with a smile, “thank you for tonight. i can’t remember the last time i had a good meal like that, or such great company for that matter.”

wanda watches in amusement as a blush covers your cheeks and you try to distract yourself. your chest tightens and wanda watches as you fold a dish rag.

turning to face her, your eyes trace over her features— something that makes wanda freeze, “you’re always welcome in my home, wanda. i loved having you here.”

her eyes meet yours, something unreadable behind her eyes as you two look at each other.

“i know tomorrow’s event sounds a little intimidating,” she speaks slowly, choosing her words deliberately, “but i’m really grateful you’re coming with me.”

the gentle reminder of tomorrows event causes your stomach to flip. the thought of being back in wanda’s world— the banquets, the attire, the business talk. it’s all out of the norm for you, a complete 180 from the simple night you two just shared together. however, the gentle way that wanda spoke to you brought you some sort of comfort.

“i’ll be okay as long as i’m with you,” you say gently, looking at wanda with a soft expression that made wanda smile.

her words struck you where she’d hoped they would. she nods softly and brushes her fingers against the back of your palm, her warm fingers leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“it’s getting late, i think i should head out. we have a day ahead of us tomorrow.” wanda says, feeling remorseful that she has to end the night.

you nod solemnly as you begin to walk her to your front door. you open the door, the cool air now tracking inside. wanda turns to you, her eyes sweeping over your face as if memorizing your every detail.

“thank you,” her eyes flicker to your lips for a second too long, then back up to your eyes with a teasing smile, “i hope we can do this again.”

you nod softly and agree, watching her as she mentally battles between wanting to say more and leaving home.

“goodnight, wanda,” your voice came out softer than intended, but wanda loved it the gentleness in your tone.

“goodnight,” she gives you a warm look before walking towards her car and driving off. her adoring presence still felt inside your home.

the following day is filled with anxious thoughts and the overwhelming knowledge of knowing your night will be occupied by wanda. you know that she will be by your side the whole night, but knowing you’ll be in her world for a few hours is what causes your stomach to churn.

over the past few weeks, wanda has brought a sense of warmth to your everyday life that you hadn’t known before. her attentiveness and willingness to help you keeps you growing a liking to her more and more.

but tonight feels different— you’ll be crossing over into her world.

you’re seated at your vanity finishing up your makeup as your hair sets in place when you get a call from wanda. your heart beats a bit faster at the contact picture that takes over your lock screen. you’d taken a picture of her sipping her coffee while looking over the rim at you. her eyes twinkled as she made eye contact with you, and her small smile made brought one of your own over your face— even with nerves boiling in your chest.

“hi, wands,” you put the call on speaker as you grab your dress to put on. the black beading on the bodice catches your eye in the light— a reminder of wanda’s thoughtfulness. you still can’t believe wanda went out of her way to get you a dress like this.

“hi, you,” wanda’s warm voice comes through the call and it immediately coaxes a laugh out of you. “i’ll be at yours in about 20 minutes. do you need me to bring you anything?”

wanda is an incredibly thoughtful person and is always checking up on you— and today is no different. she’s sent you a few texts throughout the day sprinkled with reassurance and care.

“no, ma’am,” you say as you put the dress on, allowing yourself to marvel in its entirety and how perfect it fits. “just need you to get here.”

your voice is light and teasing, and you’re sure wanda can hear.

in fact, she can, and it makes her heart skip a beat. her fingers drum on her steering wheel as she prays the red light turns green. all she can think about is getting to you as quickly as possible.

“as you wish,” her voice softer now. “i’ll be there in two seconds.”

you two hang up and soon you’re walking to your front door fully dressed to accompany wanda’s event. on the other side of the door is a fully nervous business woman who can’t stop messing with her hair and blazer while she waits for you to open the door.

when you finally open the door, she looks up quickly and stiffens just a bit, then smiles widely as she takes the sight of you in.

her eyes rake over you as she takes every detail in— the way the dress hugs your body, the subtle curl of your hair, and the glow of your skin.

“hi,” her eyes travel from the dress up to your eyes, her face visibly turning a shade of pink, unable to stop the smile adorning her face, “you look.. wow. the dress is.. perfect. you’re perfect.”

her compliment makes your cheek burn and you can’t help but try to bite back a shy smile. wanda lets out a small laugh as she notices your bashfulness.

“thank you, wanda. you look beautiful.”

you look over the taller woman’s figure, at the way she looks poised in her well tailored suit. “i love you in suits.”

it was meant to just be a friendly compliment, but she way wanda immediately became shy was something you would pay to see again. her nose scrunches gently and she tries her best to not look you in the eye as she thanks you.

for a moment, you two stand there like giddy teenagers until wanda wanda finally clears her throat, offering you her arm with a nervous laugh.

“shall we?”

you nod as you slip your arm through hers. the soft fabric of her blazer rubbing against your skin somehow grounds you as you take in the moment. wanda gazes at you while she guides you into her car, admiring how your smile has yet to leave your face.

you two sit in the car en route to the event, making small conversation in attempts to ease the nerves that the both of you have.

“how’s my girl?” wanda asks after a few minutes of comfortable silence. you look over at her with a confused expression, eyebrows scrunched together.

she looks at you with an amused look, “i’m talking about valerie.. you know, the tiny little girl with the same dimples as you? the sweet little four year old?” wanda teases you slightly, letting out a little laugh.

you roll your eyes and softly hit her arm that’s resting on the gear shift. “yes, i know my niece. she’s okay, still the same girly girl you met a month ago.”

wanda nods as you catch her up to speed with your niece— and how she keeps asking for her. in fact, it catches wanda off guard but she loves the idea of the little girl asking to see her again. after all, it gives her an excuse to be around you more often.

pulling the car into the valet area, she looks over at you with a grin. you groan, knowing that it only means trouble.

“let me take you and valerie out on a girls date.” her grin widens as she takes your hand in hers, her thrumb brushing over the top of your hand.

your brows raise, and for a moment you’re stunned into silence. the casual way she said it, like blending herself into your world is something she wouldn’t mind, makes your heart flutter.

“thank about it, okay?” she says with a teasing smirk as she gets out and hands the keys to the valet, “let’s just get through tonight first.”

her hand rests on the small of your back as she guides you into the building, the world moving as you walk in.

it’s overwhelming, the glamour of it all. high ceilings with glittering chandeliers, but the polite hum of conversations enveloping you reminds you you’re not alone in this room. everything feels so polished and poised, you’re not in your element.

wanda walks you around, holding some sort of physical contact with you and introduces you to a few of her colleagues. they are all lovely people who enjoy conversing with you about your line of work and passions. slowly but surely, you’re falling into an gentle rhythm— wanda’s hand on your back reminding you that you’re not alone.

she stays close to you and you cling to the warm comfort she brings— the way she looks at you with a soft smile. her steady and warm voice grounds you as she whispers words of reassurance, making the night seem entirely less daunting.

“you’re doing great,” she whispers into your ear as she squeezes your hip gently. somehow throughout the night, wanda ended up with her arm around your waist.

you manage a small smile as you adjust the straps of your dress while you glance over the room, watching everyone mingle with one another. you swallow hard as you take in the people in their tailored suits and effortless fashion.

wanda notices— of course she does. even with business going on, she’s got an eye on you. you’re her priority tonight. she steps closer to you, her fingers grazing your palm easily, a quiet gesture of reassurance.

“i’ve got you,” wanda whispers lowly so just you can hear, “i’m with you, okay?”

your heart aches at her words, you look up at her with a grin— you’re not alone.

before you can even reply, you’re cut off by a voice.

“well, maximoff, you’ve got… unique taste in company,” the sharp voice cuts through you and you immediately want to retreat.

your stomach drops and you hardly have the chance to even react before wanda instinctively pulls you closer.

her expression sharpens, the teasing and comforting energy you’ve grown so accustomed to immediately fades into something more firm and commanding.

“i would be careful if i were you when it comes to speaking about her.” her voice is laced with edge and sharpness.

the woman blinks, taken aback at wanda’s sudden shift in energy. wanda is known to be a firm but understanding boss, so for her to take on a firm authoritative role catches her off guard. wanda doesn’t give her a chance to recover, her posture straightening, a quiet but undeniable authority radiating from her.

“i’d think twice before making comments like that in my presence,” her voice is even, but firm, “don’t forget who signs your checks.”

the woman’s face pales and she blinks rapidly, muttering an apology, but wanda’s state has them taking a few steps back until they disappear into the crowd.

wanda’s hand finds your waist as she pulls you closer into her, her stern expression melting into something softer as she looks at you. “are you okay?” she’s speaking gently to you, her thumb rubbing against the fabric of your dress.

you nod, your stomach churning at the interaction, “i’m sorry, wanda. i didn’t mean to cause any—“

she shakes her head, interrupting you firmly. “don’t apologize for anything. don’t let anyone here make you feel uncomfortable.”

she leans in slightly, “you’re here because i want you here,” her voice holds a sincerity, “let’s step away for a bit, okay?”

you blindly follow wanda as she leads you with a hand on your waist to a more secluded area of the hall. she’s got you sat on a bench outside on a terrace. the lights on the railings add a sense of whimsy to the otherwise overwhelming evening.

“don’t pay attention to her or anyone else in this room.” wanda says as she brushes a strand of hair from your face. you two have yet to take any further steps towards a romantic relationship, but wanda knows you need to ground yourself with physical touch.

she scans your face as you take in her words, her eyes full of worry. “she doesn’t matter, i promise.”

nodding, almost absentmindedly, as wanda speaks to you with sincerity and patience. “thank you, wanda.”

her lips curve into a faint smile as she takes in the way you look up at her with doe eyes, “always.”

for a moment, she lingers and takes in the moment. in the quiet space between you, you realize that wanda isn’t just with you tonight, she’s standing for you.

wanda hesitates a bit before placing a comforting hand on your thigh, getting your attention. “i just..” she takes in a sharp breath, “i can’t lose.. this.”

her voice is quiet and steady, she doesn’t elaborate on what she means. you look at her face, the way you can see her mentally battling between wanting to say more and wanting to keep something to herself.

your chest tightens as you take in her vulnerability. wanda maximoff, the always composed, is now in front of you with a flicker of uncertainty hiding behind her eyes. your heart aches at how small she looks now.

placing a hand on top of hers, you move to where she can see you clearly, “you won’t, i promise.”

she nods, taking in your reassuring words. you rub your thumb over her knuckles in a way to help steady her, a gesture that’s just as comforting to her as it is to you.

she doesn’t say anything more, and neither do you— but in the space between you two, the air seems heavier and laden with something so precious and fragile.

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oops sorryyyy!!! i meant to say tsundere on my last eddie request this is what it means!!

A "tsundere" is a character archetype, often seen in anime and manga, that initially appears harsh and cold, but gradually reveals a softer, more affectionate side towards a love interest.

anywaysss you could make the story up for the fic!! but could you make eddie a tsundere typa character? thank you talented!!!💕

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting ❤️ I hope I did the character archetype correctly 🤞🏻

Hate the world, not her

Eddie groaned as Wayne knocked on his door for school.

"I'M UP!" Eddie yelled as he rolled out of bed. He woke up with a snarl and it never went away. He was positive he slept with a snarl. He didn't see the special joys in life that people raved about. He had guys he hung out with at school and his band. But he'd survive if he never saw any of them again.

The day was going by and Eddie was ready to end the day with a joint and bed. He sat at the lunch table, his ears grinding as he listened to everyone talk at once. He dug into his snacks as he looked at his watch.

"So, Eddie! Lucas has a basketball game tonight, want to come with us?" Dustin asked as he looked towards Eddie.

Eddie gave him a glare, scoffing as he said, "Why the hell would I want to do that?"

"Well, it's a big game, and he's part of Hellfire," Dustin explained but shrunk in his seat as Eddie's glare held heat. "And something about supporting?"

"LISTEN UP!" he yelled as he slammed the table. The table all went silent as they looked at him. "I want to make this perfectly clear," he said as he looked around the table at everyone, "I don't care about anyone's personal life. I don't care about your interests or what sports you play. I don't give a fucking shit about anything, got that?"

The table nodded in unison and awkwardly went back to eating their lunch. Dustin kept his eyes on his tray, terrified to look in Eddie's direction.

~~~

"I don't see why you bother with that guy. He's an ass and hates everything," Steve complained as he stocked the movie shelves.

"He's cool! He's a rockstar! He is an amazing campaign master," Dustin shrugged. "He's very rough on the edges but maybe he's soft on the inside."

"Yeah right," Steve scoffed. "I think he's rough on the outside and the inside."

"Everyone deserves friends. I don't want him to be lonely."

"I get that you are a sweet kid and want to help. But some people are happier on their own. I don't think he's looking for friends."

Dustin sighed but accepted that Eddie wasn't the type to create friendships. He was a loner and that's who he was.

~~~

Y/N rushed through the bar, trying to serve everyone at once. She made it to the end and noticed a familiar face.

"The usual?" She asked as he looked up. He didn't offer a smile or a greeting, he never did. He gave her a small nod and she made his drink, handing it over.

She had no idea who he was, but he came every day and ordered the same thing. She noticed how attractive he was on the first day, but she also noticed his broody exterior. He tipped well, but never spoke a word. For some reason, the harshness and cold vibe he gave off made her like him more.

He finished his drink, her cue to hand him the bill. She brought it over with a smile, leaning over the bar.

"Do you have a girlfriend or anything?" She asked. He kept his head down as he fished out bills from his wallet. He collected the bills and tossed them on the bar top.

"Nope," he said. He kept it short as he walked off and out the door.

She collected his money, a challenging idea in her mind.

~~~

As every day went by, she asked him a question. Slowly opening him up and cracking down his walls. At first, it bothered him, sighing as she would ask something he didn't care to answer.

But then as time went on, he found himself cracking smiles in between. And slowly he wasn't annoyed by it. He realized no one ever cared to ask about him or get to know him. It felt nice to see someone smile when they saw him and wanted to talk to him. He was surprised to find himself interested in her. He wanted to know about her life and what things she liked to enjoy. He wasn't sure why things were different with her, but he didn't mind.

After a year, Y/N was able to crack him to her final question.

Eddie whistled to himself as he walked into the bar. A familiar warm feeling spread through his body as he saw her.

"Hello," he greeted. She smiled at his voice. It was a simple greeting, one he gave every day for the last month. But greeting her was a huge improvement from before. He made sure to say the first word every time. In his book, she was damn special.

He gave her a small smile as she handed over his drink. She felt nervous as she leaned over the bar to ask her question.

"Alright stranger, I've got my question!"

Eddie nodded as she danced on her feet. He slowly worked on his drink, another thing he found himself doing. He wasn't in a rush to leave.

"Let's hear it,"

"Would you want to get a drink sometime together, like a date?" She was nervous, and she wasn't positive if he'd say yes or not. He's made great progress with her but she wasn't sure if this was crossing a boundary.

Eddie thought about it. A part of him wanted to say no and keep his personal life under his control. He didn't like to see people during his free time but her presence wasn't too bad.

He was a little stiff as he nodded, "Yeah, sure."

He didn't look over the moon, but she also knew he wasn't going to show much reaction. He didn't blow her off and that was a win.

~~~

The first date went great and many more dates followed. Eddie became a whole different person with her. He smiled and laughed more than he ever did in his life.

He didn't tell anyone about her. It wasn't that he wanted to be secretive, but he enjoyed how fresh she made his life feel. Running to her was a break from his life, and he wasn't sure if it would feel the same if everything combined.

Eddie hasn't seen Dustin around much since he finished school, but the young boy didn't give up. Dustin still didn't want Eddie to be alone, and he was clueless that he had a girlfriend.

He biked to the trailer, throwing it to the ground as he walked to the door, but stopped when he heard screams coming from the back. He was scared as he slowly walked around, but a deep laugh followed the scream.

Dustin froze as he saw Eddie and a girl lying on a blanket. Dustin was shocked to see Eddie soaking in the sun, but even more shocked to see this girl pressed up against him. For as long as Dustin knew Eddie, he didn't let anyone get close to him, let alone touch him.

Y/N smiled as she ran her fingers around Eddie's curls. His eyes scrunched as he looked at her with the sun right behind her. They had been out there for a few hours, enjoying the sun and the occasional sprinkler that went off at random times ever since Eddie ran it over.

Dustin watched as Eddie reached up to bring the girl's head down to his and kissed her. Dustin was sure a few bugs flew into his open mouth.

Y/N pulled away, looking around as she felt like someone was watching. She screamed in fear as she noticed someone spying on them from the corner of the trailer.

Eddie quickly jumped up, in defensive mode, as he looked to see what scared her. He sighed as he noticed the boy.

"Dustin, did I invite you to my home?" Eddie growled as he stood up.

Dustin shook his head no, in fear as Eddie began walking over to him.

"Good, so why are you here?" He asked as he crossed his arms. Dustin noticed the lip gloss on his lips but refused to say anything. His hair and tank top were soaked, even though Dustin didn't see anything to cause it.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out. But," Dustin lowered his voice as he stepped closer, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"You don't need to know anything about my personal life, remember?" Eddie snapped.

Dustin was curious if he had any other tone. He always sounded annoyed and harsh. Dustin nodded, Eddie told him all that before, but he thought that after so many months, he might have opened up. Which he might have done, just with someone else.

Y/N could see how tense the boys were. She walked over and tried to ease the tension. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, Dustin was just leaving," Eddie said dismissively. He gave Dustin a look, forcing him to agree.

"Yeah, I'm Dustin, and you are?" He had manners, and he was taught to use them. Eddie growled from his spot but Y/N ignored him.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N, are you a...friend of Eddie's?" Y/N knew Eddie didn't have friends, but she could also tell they knew each other somehow.

"Yes, but I'll leave you guys to the sunny day! Bye!"

Y/N offered a smile as Eddie grabbed her hand and walked them back to their blanket spot. Dustin couldn't help but watch. Eddie seemed relaxed around her. His body wasn't so tense. They got back on their blanket, and Dustin noticed how Eddie immediately pulled her into him.

Since when was Eddie so touchy?

~~~

That wasn't the last time Dustin saw them. He ran into them at an ice cream shop. Steve and Dustin were lost in a conversation when Dustin looked past Steve. He noticed the broody figure and the sunshine of a girl next to him. Eddie had his arm thrown over her shoulder as she ordered their ice cream. Eddie was silent, his usual grumpy exterior.

As they made it to a table with their ice cream, Dustin couldn't help but watch. Steve noticed he wasn't paying attention, turning around to see what was so eye-catching.

Dustin was surprised to see Y/N feeding Eddie the ice cream, bringing the spoon to his lips.

"Since when did he have a girlfriend?" Steve asked, "and how?"

"No idea. But when I went to his trailer a few weeks ago, I met her! And he's like a different person with her."

"Happens when you're in love, kid. Sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse," Steve explained. "But seriously, he hates the world and he gets a girlfriend? What am I doing wrong?"

Dustin rolled his eyes, "Not everything is about you, Steve."

Y/N smiled as Eddie brought the spoon to her lips, but it landed on her nose instead. She should have known his big smile was malicious. He laughed as it dropped on the table and she couldn't help but smile from it.

"You're an ass!" She joked as she wiped off her nose. Eddie laughed but moved to sit next to her.

"I'm sorry, sweets," he said as he pressed a cold kiss to her cheek.

~~~

"Wayne needs a refill for his coffee beans," Eddie remembered out loud as he walked down the grocery aisles. Y/N nodded as she pushed the cart, keeping an eye on the shelves.

"Excuse me, could you grab that for me?" A lady asked Eddie as she pointed to the touch shelf.

Eddie took a few steps away as she practically stepped on his shoes. He planned to pretend he didn't hear her, but he felt the cart being shoved into his leg.

He looked at Y/N, and she gave him a look. He sighed as he reached up and grabbed the small box, and handed it to the lady.

"Thank you, you lovely boy!" She slowly walked away, not noticing Eddie rolling his eyes.

"It wasn't that bad," Y/N smiled as she rubbed Eddie's arm. "See,, doesn't it feel nice to help someone?"

Eddie laughed at the question, "I couldn't care less about helping anyone."

But within the same breath as that sentence, he was reaching up to grab a box he knew they needed. He handed it to her with a smile.

"I care about helping you though," he patted her head as he tossed the box in the cart.

She rolled her eyes, once again using the cart to jab him.

~~~

"Do you know why you hate everything so much?" Y/N questioned as her head rested on Eddie's chest.

He shrugged, playing with her hair as he looked at his ceiling. "Not the best childhood, made me see how different I was from everyone and how much they didn't like me for it. It was easier to feel nothing than to allow myself to be hurt. I'm perfectly fine on my own, and I usually like it that way. You're just an exception."

She smiled, leaning up to press her lips against his. Her heart hurt for his younger self, but she was glad she was there now.

He hated people, hated most of the world, but he loved the parts of his life that she was in.

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