#when he started the season he couldn't hit and could barely catch

[whatimdoing-here]

T got an email from his coaches since they didn't have an end of year party. Every single one mentioned how he was the most coachable on the team, and one of the most improved. If there's anything about that kid, it's that when he starts something he likes, he goes full blown, learns all about it, wants to do his best. Love that about him.

[jobean12-blog]

Bake Nights

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1,709

Summary: Bucky starts to show some interest in one of your favorite shows and you couldn't be more excited!

Author's Note: So I'm a huge fan of the GBBO and since the finale was this last week I've wanted to write something fun with Bucky. The show really just brings me joy and I've needed it lately and pairing it with Bucky just makes it that much better! No real spoilers here for the latest season- just lots of fun! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of sweet fluff and flirty fun

“Buuuuuckkkyyyy.”

“Yeah doll?”

“Have you seen my tea? Are we out?”

As you continue to search the cabinet you feel his hard chest press against your back. His arm reaches above you and he pushes the box of crackers aside, revealing your tea.

“Oh good!” you cheer. “I’m about to watch this week’s episode of Great British Bake Off and I wanted some tea and snacks.”

“Is that the UK baking show you’re always going on about?”

“Yes,” you say with narrowed eyes as you turn in his arms.

He gives you a lopsided smile before a kiss.

“Want to watch with me?” you ask with a hopeful tone.

“I’m finishing up the paperwork from this last mission and you know all the cooking shows do is make me hangry.”

“You’re always hangry,” you state with a pout.

“So are you,” he fires back.

With one more kiss he says, “when I’m done I’ll come in a sit.”

“Ok,” you huff. “Hurry!”

You make your tea and get situated on the couch with the blanket, snacks and Alpine curled up in your lap.

“You’ll always watch with me right buddy,” you coo as you pet the cat’s soft white fur. “Not like daddy…too busy and too hungry.”

“Heard that doll face,” Bucky chimes from the other room.

“Damn super solider hearing,” you mutter.

You’re fully engrossed in the show, waiting with bated breath as Prue and Paul judge the show stoppers, and when Bucky asks, “did she just say, ‘tell us about your Beaver?,’” you startle with a squeal and nearly drop a now very irritated Alpine.

“OH MY GOD BUCK!” you shout.

“She did, didn’t she?” Bucky deadpans. “What kind of baking show is this?”

You press pause and turn around to stare at him as he leans against the back of the ouch and peers down at you and Alpine.

“The best baking show ever! Now shush…it’s judgement time.”

He lifts his eyebrows and smirks. “Didn’t know it was so serious. I’m gonna grab some food and I’ll be right back.”

You hit play and continue watching, barely noticing when the couch dips and Bucky sits down next to you.

“Did the beaver win?” he asks through a mouthful of food.

“It doesn’t work like that,” you start to explain but clamp your mouth shut as you wait for Noel to announce the name of the baker that’s leaving.

“How does it…?”

“Buck, wait…this is the worst part,” you whisper as you nibble on a finger.

He shuts up and takes another bite of his sandwich.

“Oh noooooooo,” you cry when you hear who’s going home. “I hate when anyone has to leave.”

Once it’s over and you’ve shut the TV you sigh. “Have to wait a whole week for the next one!”

Bucky slides his arm across your shoulders and tucks you against him, silently offering you a bite of his sandwich.

You take it and then ask, “can we get some cake at the diner later? I’m in the mood for a big slice of something.”

He chuckles and takes another bite of the sandwich before offering you the last one.

“Sure doll face. I can always go for cake.”

“Time for baking again?” Bucky asks when he gets out of the bathroom and finds you on the couch snuggled up with Alpine.

“Yes! Want to come watch?” you ask excitedly.

His expression falls. “Aw doll. I’m about to go workout with Sam.”

You pout. Again.

He leans over the side of the couch and kisses it right off your lips. “I’ll try to be quick. Maybe I can catch the end…or you could wait for me?”

You stare at him and blink several times, warring with the need to watch the episode immediately and the desire to watch with him.

The corners of his eyes scrunch up as he smiles. “It’s ok baby doll. You go ahead and watch, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

You nod and pucker up for another kiss which he happily obliges in.

By the time he gets back from his workout you’re watching Paul and Prue judge the showstoppers.

“Are we about to see who wins,” he says as he plops down next to you.

Alpine meows in frustration as the couch bounces and he goes with it.

“They’re still judging the showstoppers and it’s bread week…”

You say the last words ominously and Bucky shifts closer, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear.

“Why do you sound so scared doll?”

“Paul is the King of bread.”

“Paul…? Is that the guy with the bad fake tan?”

“HEY!” you admonish with a giggle. “Yeah…but he knows bread.”

“I know bread!” Bucky says more to himself than you. “I eat bread all the time. I love it.”

“Not like that you buttface,” you retort. “Like he knows how to bake the best bread.”

“Buttface…? Did you just…?” Bucky starts before he returns his focus to the bread.

“I’ll be the judge of that! Where can we get some Paul bread?”

“Paul bread?” you repeat. “Just…shush. Let’s watch.”

“You sure tell me to shush a lot when this show is on,” he grumbles.

“That’s ‘cause you talk too much while it’s on!” you reply.

“That’s it,” Bucky says and grabs you, hauling you into his lap as his fingers find purchase on your waist and dig in.

“BUCKKKKKKKKKKKY! That tickles, stop, OH MY GOD!”

You screech and squeal and kick and fight but it’s no use. He easily holds you in place while he tortures you with tickles.  

Alpine hops off the couch with his tail turned up and gives Bucky a murderous glare.

“Please,” you whine. “Just let me finish my show!”

He finally relents and slides his hands along your curves, snuggling you against his chest while you catch your breath.

“You’re such a pain in my ass,” you sigh as you let out one last deep breath and snuggle closer.

After they announce star baker Bucky adds, “I like the guy with the eye liner. He’s really funny.”

“That’s Noel. He’s the best!”

You stiffen when they get ready to announce who’s going home and Bucky hugs you more tightly.

“I really hate that part,” you say when it’s over.

“Alright, it’s official. Next week we are watching together.”

Your frown instantly turns into a bright smile and you throw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses.

“I’m so excited Buck! And I have to explain everything…so Paul and Prue are the judges…”

Bucky stops you with a press of his finger to your lips. “Can we discuss his over food? Sam kicked my ass today and then the baking and now I’m starving.”

You smile before taking his finger and giving it a nibble. “Of course. Come on, we can get pizza.”

“YESSSS my favorite,” he sings.

“Everything is your favorite,” you deadpan.

He scoffs and then his smile turns devious. “I take it back.”

Your hands land on your hips and pin him with a challenging glare.

He steps closer and takes you in his arms. “Pizza isn’t my favorite thing to eat…”

His lips trail along your neck, stopping just below your ear. “You’re my favorite thing to eat.”

With a hum of satisfaction you crane your neck back and sigh as he places soft kiss to your skin, tracing your jaw before he finds your lips again.

His stomach growls just as he kisses you and you both laugh.

“Pizza first,” you say.

“Then you for dessert,” he promises.

“Man those technical challenges are rough,” Bucky says as he runs his hand through his hair. “Shit.”

“I KNOW!” you agree. “I don’t know how they do it.”

“Show stopper now?” Bucky asks with a boyish smirk.

“Yep!” you say popping the p before giving him a sweet kiss. “And it’s pastry week! YUM!”

Bucky’s fingers sneak under your shirt and trace mindless patterns along your shoulder. You’re snuggled against his chest with your palms flattened on his chest and tummy.

He digs his fingers into your skin and asks, “why does Paul walk around and watch them like that!?! It’s so intimidating!”

“Because he’s a total pain in the butt and knows how scary he is!”

As you continue to watch each baker explains their flavors and design and Bucky’s stomach growls.

“I’m so hungry,” he whines.

“You’re so cute,” you answer. “We just have to get through judging then we can eat!”

“Ok,” he says quietly as he pulls you closer.

“That’s amazing!” he says excitedly as one of the bakers brings up their showstopper. “I hope it tastes good!”

When the bakers are lined up in their chairs waiting to hear who star baker is and who’s leaving the tent, Bucky sucks in a breath, clearly on edge.

“Yes!” he cheers when they announce star baker. “I called that one!”

“You did,” you say as you pat his chest with a smile.

When Noel is about to say who’s leaving the tent Bucky drops his head and mutters, “ugh, you were right, this part really is the worst. I like them all! I don’t want anyone to leave.”

“Just wait until it gets down to the end and there are only a few bakers left…” you warn him.

The show ends and you both give each other a sad look.

“Do we know what the theme for next week is?” he asks.

“Botanicals!”

“Like flowers?” he asks with a confused look.

“Yes,” you smile.

“Wow, can’t wait for that!...heyyyyy why don’t we bake something doll?”

You do a double take. “You want to bake?”

“Yeah! I mean why not? I’m sure we can make somethin’ good.”

“OK! I’m sure we have the ingredients to put something together.”

You hop off the couch and head into the kitchen, opening a drawer to pull out two aprons.

“No way!” Bucky says when he sees what you’re holding up.

“You have to Buck! PLEAAASSSSSSSEEE…all the bakers wear one!”

“Fine,” he relents and takes it from your hand. “But I’m getting second dessert after this.”

He waggles his eyebrows as he looks you up and down.

“What are you a Hobbit?” you tease.

“A horny Hobbit!” he exclaims.

@hiddles-rose @lizette50 @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @goldylions @randomfandompenguin @kmc1989

[jamil-s-wifey]

Hello :3 Can I get a long scenario with my dearest Jamil?

I really love him so much >///< so here is my scenario, I hope you can accept

Jamil got sick and has a fever. MC stayed beside him and nursed him for 3 days without blinking and finally he recovered. He started to remember her care during his illness after his fever dropped. And when he woke up, MC hugged him tightly. A bit long, huh? 😅 I would be happy with little NSFW, not gonna lie.

Well hello there, fellow Jamil enthusiast~ It has certainly been a hot minute, hasn't it? It is my utmost pleasure to present you with the *long-awaited* scenario at hand! A bit of NSFW, some heart-warming fluff and Jamil finally getting a GODDAMN break, coming right up! It's not full on NSFW, just a lil bit, as requested, I don't know why it turned out like that- still, I hope this is good! (Tbh, it fits the scenario)

P.S. This hit close to home, I used to be a very sickly child and I still catch all sorta sicknesses a lot easier than normal people. So, what he will experience here is all based on very PERSONAL and very SALTY experience. 🙃

"What am I gonna do with you? You can't keep pushing yourself so much!" You murmured, pressing a cold cloth to Jamil's forehead as he slept soundly.

.......

Jamil hated being sick. Pretty normal right? Everybody hates being sick.

But to Jamil, sickness meant pushing through and continuing with his chores, regardless of his wellbeing. Imagine cooking above a hot stove with a high temperature. Can't be pleasant, can it?

But even the hardest stones could crack under enough force - such is the way the world works. It was towards the end of the day, as Jamil was preparing Kalim's dinner, when he felt his body give out under him. All day he'd been going around with a fever, he felt as if his own body was rotting on the inside, screaming at him to stop and have a break. His eyes were watery and felt as though they were burning in his eye sockets.

He couldn't even reach a chair to sit, before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor - too dizzy and too weak. Rarely did he ever get this sick, but this time it was bad. He moved to a more comfortable position and remained like that, trying to gather enough strength to get some medicine..... He most certainly didn't realise he'd fallen asleep, too tired to move, nor did he hear Kalim's worried voice when he found him on the floor in the kitchen.

And Kalim? Kalim was terrified! Quickly he called on his dorm members to move him to his room and immediately called you, crying on the phone, worried that Jamil might never wake up. (That's not how colds work, Kalim-) Worried about Jamil, you immediately rushed to the Scarabia dorm, medicine in hand.

_____________

And now here you are, in the present, taking extensive care of your near delirious not-quite-boyfriend-but-kinda-love-interest. He'd occasionally wake up and exchange barely audible pleasantries with you, drink his "extra healthy and full of good stuff" chicken soup (whatever that was supposed to entail) and then fall back into slumber. His fever has gone down drastically, but the utter exhaustion left in its wake has kept him bedridden. Apparently it was a seasonal fever, which just so happened to hit Jamil, who in turn chose to ignore it in the beginning.

You'd taken the liberty to remain situated in his room for about three days.

Day one was the worst - high fever, clattering teeth and a sleepless night to boot. You'd change his shirt every time he'd drench it in sweat whilst fighting off the fever. You'd switch up the cloth every time it lost its cooling effect, you'd remained by his side the entire time, least he needed something anything at all.

"Once you get better, I'm so gonna yell at you for not taking better care of yourself.... You're lucky I love you." You'd mumbled, barely audible in the quiet of the room as he slept.

Day two was better - he slept through most of it and you could in turn prepare some soup, as well as cover most of his chores, get a pass from the teachers AND even leave him some of your notes for when he recovers. (Look at you go! He'd better propose imo)

Now, on day three he was evidently much healthier. Finally he gave up trying to get out of bed, and instead lay resting, drinking his medicine, feeling utterly pampered by you.

_____________

"How long have you...been here?" You seemed pretty tired in his eyes. The moment you heard his voice you immediately threw yourself gently on him, gently crushing his bones in a hug.

"A while." You responded, face buried in his chest. In reality, you hadn't had a proper night of sleep in about 3 days. You DID sleep, Kalim even prepared a guest bedroom, but you chose to remain next to Jamil for most of the time. "Do you know how worried I was?"

"You didn't have to do all this, you know? You could've get sick too."

"I could've, but I haven't. For somebody with such a keen eye and monstrous deliberation, you really don't know how to take care of yourself properly." You quipped back, moving to sit on the bed next to him.

"As, so I'm being reprimanded now." His gaze softened. "Thank you....for taking care of me these last few days... I've forgotten what it's like to not have to worry or do anything... I feel like I've slept a lifetime... I don't know how I could possibly return the favour."

You can't stay mad at him. He knows it, you know it. Hell, even the Great Seven know it.

"Return it by recovering completely."

He chose not to continue the conversation. He knew arguing was pointless.

"You know, while I was sleeping, or trying to, I was mostly aware of what was happening around me." He began, pushing himself up, in a sitting position. "When you'd quietly hum to yourself, or cuss when you couldn't find something..."

"Ah- well, did you now? Sorry if you had a difficult time falling asleep because of me. " you felt your cheeks warm up a bit.

"No no, please. It's fine. You've taken such good care of me. I just... couldn't help but hear something, which perhaps I wasn't meant to."

He reached out, tangling his hand in your hair.

"Something about you loving me?"

...

Nope, all that heat in your cheeks? Gone. Now it was just coldness and dread.

He saw your frazzled state and chuckled. "I guess I'm really lucky, to have you to take *such* good care of me, huh."

He leaned in, but stopped just centimetres away.

"I shouldn't."

You heart dropped even lower, if that was even possible.

"I could get you sick.~" There was a lilt to his voice, but his eyes showed concern.

"Oh, for fuck's sake-" you leaned in, smashing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you towards him.

Naturally, you moved to sit in his lap, his hands moving to your waist.

"Your feelings are returned, for the record." He mumbled in between heated kisses. The more heated the kisses became, the more his hands would wander until-

In the blink of an eye, he flipped you over, so that you were underneath him. Skillfully he unbuttoned the first few buttons of your uniform, revealing more of your neck and collarbones. "I think I have a way of returning the favour. You took such good care of me, I think it's my turn~"

His attention moved to your neck, leaving heated languid kisses and playful bites on your skin. His hand trailed down to spread your legs, moving between them. Every single touch of his was intoxicating. Pretty quickly your shirt was thrown on the floor, the supple flesh underneath - covered in hickeys.

"Are you not going to undress as well? Or should I do that for you?" you asked, breathless, yet teasing in manner. Well. As teasing as one could get, given how achingly turned on you were. "Like you didn't have more than enough time to appreciate the view, during these last few days." he teased right back, but his hands moved to grip the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." He practically purred, fingers gliding over your stomach, gently trailing lower and lower.

"Of course, you can tell me to stop anytime."

"I don't want you to."

"As you wish, my dear. Then I'll make sure to indulge, taking, tasting, touching every single part of you. "

[sakureis]

Trick or Trick

Summary: interactions with your so-called unrequited crush

Warnings: fluff, description of food, reader being oblivious, partially based on irl experience

Characters): Azul Ashengrotto

Finally, you'd scrounged up enough money to treat yourself to something, and the Mostro Lounge just so happened to be releasing its brand new breakfast menu. All of your friends had promised to pay for you when they heard the news, but you couldn't accept their generosity, this was something you had to earn, even if it was just breakfast.

It was a weekend so you had plenty of time to sleep in before heading out to meet the other first years at the hall of mirrors.

Upon arrival you could smell all the new food and the accompanying seasonings. It was enough to make your mouth water.

As you sat down, the debate on waffles or pancakes began. Ace and Deuce of course being on opposing sides.

By the time someone came to take your order it had become a full blown verbal fight. You were too caught up in trying to calm the duo down to notice who exactly it was.

"Ahem," Azul coughed to catch your attention.

"What will it be this morning?"

You froze, having expected some random student to be responsible for your table, not the owner himself. The owner of the Mostro Lounge who you, conveniently, had been thinking about for the past two weeks nonstop.

"I'll have the waffles, please," you choked out, your decision causing boos from half the table.

Azul smiled and turned to the rest of your friends. You didn't get to hear their answers because of how much you were overanalyzing the single sentence you'd uttered.

When the food came out everyone started murmuring and looking your way. You shot a quizzical look towards Deuce before turning around to receive your plate.

Except this plate was not one you were expecting.

Loaded with syrups, chocolate chips, and whipped cream, you could barely see the waffles underneath. What really stood out was that no one else has received a dish like that.

"I've heard about your sweet tooth," Azul murmured as he placed it in front of you. "Also no need to pay, it's on the house."

Once again, you sat there in shock before slowly cutting into the mass of food in front of you.

"I think he likes you," Deuce whispered.

"I call bull, it's probably some way to get me to return and pay for it later somehow. I don't want to be in his debt," you grumbled, "but I can't deny how good this is."

"No, he definitely likes you," Ace rebutted.

"Absolutely not, he's just scheming or something. Like when he tied my shoe for me the other day, there's gotta be ulterior motives going on."

"Like, liking you." It was Jack's turn.

"I agree," boomed Sebek. "It is part of human courting to do favors for the other."

As it hit you, you realized your friends would be non stop teasing you in the upcoming weeks for being so oblivious to Azul's advances.

[wisteria-lotus]

His Hoodie

Content Warning: Dom!y/n , unprotected sex , overstimulation , fluff(a bit), Xavier being a cutie patootie

(tell us if we missed anything!!☆)

-------------------------------Minors DNI!!!-------------------------------

Written By: Wisteria

Editing By: Lotus

(Hope you like this post)

Very first post^^^

It was the middle of a freezing winter, you had thin layered pajamas that barely helped against the sheer coldness.  You shivered and knew by this point, you’d catch a cold in an instance. You looked around to see if you could find anything warm and in the corner of your eyes, you spotted Xavier’s white hoodie.You picked up the soft polyester and wore it over your pajamas, while the hoodie went over your head, you caught the whiff of his entrancing vanilla scent which relieved your whole body. His hoodie got you warm in an instant. It was so pleasing and even though you were in the winter season, smelling his hoodie brought you back to spring. 

You sat on the bed waiting for Xavier to finish showering while looking at your phone, scrolling through all the influencers online. Then, you heard a creak from the bathroom door, warm steam coming out. Xavier stood there while his hair was dripping with water and his pale body was slick with the shine of the water.He looked at you in awe staring at you up and down. His damp towel still on his wet hair and a towel being wrapped across his waist. You looked up to see his bright red face and grinned.

“Do you like the fit?” you said with a playful tone. He nodded slowly while trying to hide his tomato-like face away from you. You could only laugh at the embarrassment he felt. You decided to get up and slowly lean closer to Xavier, as you felt a water droplet from his hair drop down onto your head. You inched closer, just enough to tease him. You were so close to the point where you could feel his warm breath. You looked at his pretty face and his dripping wet hair, realizing how lucky you were. Xavier was still frozen as if you made a computer die, and right when you tried to look away, his soft lips came crashing down to yours. You could feel the warmth of his hand creeping up your neck to support you. Xavier broke the kiss after a few seconds and looked away in embarrassment, even though you were both yearning for each other's warmth.

You reached your hand out and grasped onto his soft cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss. This one lasted longer. Next thing you know, you were both on the bed, the air filled with lustful noises. The room that was once cold from the weather, felt warm like a steamy sauna. Both his hoodie and your pajamas fell to the floor, as you laid on top of Xavier in a trance. You scanned him from the top of his head to his length. You could only want to tease him as the only motive Xavier had was to hide from the embarrassment. You leaned in to kiss him and slowly slid your pussy to his length. It stretched the inside of your walls as your mouth just spilled. As you arched your back from the sensation of the stretch. You started rocking up and down on him feeling every inch of him, it kissed your clit delicately each time. As you saw Xavier looking at you, as if you were one of the most beautiful things in the whole world, like the bright sun shining down on him. You hit your peak, your rocking became sloppy. As you stayed there trying to catch some air, Xavier took his hands to your waist, thrusting upwards continuously. “Wait- Xavier-”You couldn't let out more words from the unexpected action he made. You could only make out the sounds of your skin clapping and the lewd noises you two made, but also the pleasure in things. Your pussy felt so welcoming to Xavier, like a present given to him on his first birthday. “Xavier- your too-ngh~ fast” You couldn't take it anymore. He could feel your pussy clenching around him as he made his thrusts faster. Your legs grew weak as you came, it felt like your whole body melted like a candle, As Xavier came as well with you after a short while of this steamy moment.

The next morning, you could feel and arm around you, covering you with warmth. You saw Xavier sleeping blissfully as the sun shone on his hair, making him even more mesmerizing. He started waking up, groaning from his sleep and saw you. It felt so refreshing to see your face in the morning. He couldn’t stop smiling. “I love your fit..” he whispered under his breath,  as he dozed off to sleep once again.

☆☆☆

[ln4-llingforu]

Hey!! Specific request for you :) meeting Lando at a post Vegas GP party. You message back and forth as he goes to Abu Dhabi, but then he surprises you and flies to your hometown to spend his first week post season. You get to show him around and introduce him to your family and friends, etc?

There's Something So Magic About You

I love this idea!!

-----------------------------------------------

Your Tiktok had blown up in the past few months, with breaking down and generally commentating on the ongoing of F1 both on and off of the grid. This had led to you getting invited to the brand new Las Vegas grand prix with Ferrari. But it wasn't the boys in red that were catching your eye, it was a certain British boy in his 'papaya-esque' uniform, he'd been growing out his facial hair all season and was now starting to look a lot more mature. Little did you know you'd caught his eye aswell, he'd seen you on tiktok breaking down his great overtakes and massive progress McLaren had made throughout the season.

Sundays race hadn't went amazingly for Ferrari with one driver DNF-ing mid way through the race and the other receiving multiple penalties during qualifying leading to a very difficult start to the race, they had not ended where they had wished, some who did however, was a certain Lando Norris who had came second, his best result all season.

Obviously, with it being Las Vegas, the after party was huge, drivers, friends, mechanics even a few team principals had shown their faces. The drinks were flowing, the music was booming and the whole club was alive, you were simply observing until you felt someone tap you on the shoulder.

"Hi" you heard, shouted over the music by a voice you'd come to know very well, "I'm Lando, its a pleasure to meet you"

"I'm very aware of who you are" you replied, you words slightly slurred after what was maybe one too many drinks.

"So do i get a name? Or am i just gonna have to call you 'the girl that would look 100x better in orange?" He added, a slight of hope in his voice.

"I quite like that actually, it has a bit of a ring to it, guess if you want a name you're gonna have to work for it, papaya boy" you replied, in a half-serious way, as you turned to walk off into the night, he grabbed you by the waist pulling you back in .

"If i can't get a name can i at least get a number??" He was almost starting to sound desperate.

You complied, exchanging numbers and sending a quick text just to make sure they were right. At this point you knew you'd had one too many, you could both tell this as Lando, who had also had a few too many tonight suggested you shared a ride back to the hotel.

When you arrived you parted ways and got in separate elevators. It was then it hit you, not only did he notice you, he wanted you.

The week between Vegas and Abu Dhabi went by in a blur with you and Lando barely leaving each other alone, going from awkward hellos to spilling secrets and learning about one another so quickly it was hard to remember a time before you knew him. Sadly, for both of you, you couldn't attend the finale race of this season, promising Lando that you'd watch every second and call him when he was alone.

The weekend went by, Lando had done well by all means, but he didn't win, he'd made it into P4 which was still amazing, but Lando seemed very upset and you felt horrible that you couldn't be there. You asked if he was doing any celebrating to which he said he had some 'important business' to attend to and honestly, you were too afraid to ask.

And oh, were you glad you didn't, on Monday morning you were woken up by a loud knock at your door, expecting it to just be a package you had ordered, you put very little effort into making yourself look presentable so when you opened the door and saw a smile you had longed for for so long, it took you a minute to even process what was happening.

He almost luged at you hugging you tighter than you'd ever been hugged, you asked what he was doing here to which he replied that he wanted to spend time with his new found favourite person.

You spent the week visiting different places in your hometown, your favourite restaurant, the park where you learned how to ride a bike, he even met some of your friends.

It got to Friday, almost time for him to go, though it was likely you'd go with him at least for a little while. Casually, while you were getting ready to go for your weekly family dinner, which Lando had begged to go to until you asked your mum who was delighted to have him over, he said he wished you two could be more, something serious, you asked why you couldn't, he didn't give you a direct answer, he simply asked if you would be his girlfriend, of course you agreed.

-----------------------------------------------

I hope this fit what you imagined :))

If you have any other weirdly specific requests please send them :))

Masterlist

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 19 ~ Goodbye

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 3.7k

In this chapter ~ In a fit of panic and utter devastation, Rose is forced to make the hardest and most painful decision she has ever had to make in her life. But in her mind, it was all for the best. Although, someone seemed to catch her in her little white lies.

There was silence, with a slight ringing left in my ears. The world felt like it stopped spinning for a second, though it was short, it seemed like we all silently felt it. As soon as that little girl's body hit the ground with a soft thud, everything paused for this devastating moment in time.

Carol's sobs never stopped for her daughter as she eventually squirmed out of my hold, rushing towards the RV as she cried. And I let her go. This was truly an unexpected loss, one that we didn't even want to imagine let alone actually face it. She needed time to mourn, time to heal, so I let her go.

Beth then ran forward, crying and approaching the sea of dead walkers that we left behind, her eyes scanning each and every one. She bent down when she saw a familiar face, sniffling as she kneels closer to see them a bit better. But suddenly the walker jolted back up, still somehow alive as it grabbed ahold of her while it could.

She let out an ear piercing scream the second she felt its cold grasp, causing me to jump back up to my feet and rush over towards her as fast as I could. I grabbed onto her arm in attempts to pry the dead one off of her, while Andrea didn't have to think twice before shooting it in the head. The second she was out of its grasp Beth fell into my arms sobbing, burying her face to try and silence her cries.

I just held her close, noticing after a moment that a few tears escaped my eyes as well, running down my cheeks effortlessly. I tried to comfort her as best as I could while rubbing her back softly, she just continued to cling onto my shirt as her sobs only grew. Hershel then made his way over to me with his arms extended out, and I gently pulled Beth off of me, lightly pushing her towards her dad. He quickly took her in his arms, glaring daggers at the few men that still stood around the empty barn, before the Greene's were back off towards the house. Only now, he wasn't sparing any of us a second glance.

Though Shane wasn't willing to accept that as he began to follow them, hearing him already beginning to start something else as if what he had just done wasn't enough.

But I took this as my opportunity and slipped away too. I saw the obvious fight that was about to happen between Shane and Hershel, and I did not want to be a part of it. Shane had probably ruined our chances at staying here and the Greene's would just kick us off their property without batting an eye.

Needless to say, I began to walk quickly towards the woods to just get away from everything. The chaos, the cries, and even everyone else whom I couldn't even bare to look at right now. I felt as if I had just been punched in the stomach after witnessing something my mind couldn't even fathom, and I needed to get away before I exploded.

But much to my dismay, I didn't make it very far, not far at all, before I heard his voice speak up softly from behind me.

"Where you goin?" he asked.

I sighed heavily before turning around to face him, "Just away. I need... I need to get out of here for a while."

He slowly nodded in understanding, "Ya want to be alone?"

"Yeah." I said simply, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill in front of him. I didn't want him to see me break, not now, not ever.

But he noticed the obvious slight crack in my voice as I held in my emotions, daring to take a step closer to me, but I only took a step back. A small frown stretched onto his lips at my actions but I needed space. I needed to think.

"I'm sorry I just... I need to go." I muttered before turning around without another word.

I made my way deeper and deeper into the forest, shoving the branches out of my way and not stopping for anything. I didn't know where to go, where to run off to, all I knew was that I couldn't stay on that farm for another second. Not when the dead bodies were only piled up front and center for everyone to see.

Time almost didn't exist as I didn't know how long I walked quickly through the trees, only stopping suddenly when I spotted a log that I could sit on for a while. I plopped down slowly with a huff, trying to steady my racing heart as I was clearly moving faster than I realized. But as soon as I felt myself relax, the tears only resurfaced, and this time, the dam broke completely.

Today was the first day I have cried in a very long time, I couldn't even remember the last time I had. But today I did. I cried for the group, I cried for Carol, and I cried for Sophia. Everyone has been through so much in such a short amount of time, it seemed as though everything was going wrong all at once. Only getting worse as time went on.

I stayed out there for what felt like hours, repeatedly wiping my eyes over and over again as the flood wouldn't stop. But my movements suddenly paused, remembering something that made me snap back into reality faster than I ever had before.

This was it, this was the reason I was on my own. This was the reason I couldn't be around anyone else, why I couldn't function well with a group. I've gotten too attached to these people, each and every one of them meant something to me, and I thought of them as family. Sophia's death just reminded me of all the cons when it came to having people around.

In the very back of my mind I knew that I was better off on my own, and the thought of leaving suddenly creeped back into my head. It would hurt them, and I knew that, but life would go on and over time they would forget about me. They would carry on, hopefully moving forward even after a hard day like this. I knew deep down that they would thrive and be just fine throughout the rest of their lives. The lives that I would no longer be a part of.

Tears formed in my eyes once more as I thought more about leaving this group behind, but I quickly blinked them away. I had cried enough, and I had already made my decision. I would leave tonight.

I didn't want to, truly it pained me more than I would ever let on, but I couldn't keep doing this. Getting close with someone and then having them taken away from you is more painful than any gunshot wound could ever be.

I had stayed out in the woods for much longer than I realized, probably thinking much more than I needed to. But eventually I noticed where the sun was placed in the sky, and I thought it was a good time to head back to the farm. Though I was walking for a pretty long time as I slowly made my way back, not really knowing how far I ran.

When the house started to come into view, I could see people starting to gather around what looked like a few graves. It clicked together in my mind that they had cleaned everything up, now having a funeral for Sophia and Hershel's loved ones. To me, it couldn't have felt like worse timing, but yet I still walked up to them slowly, trying not to draw attention as they all turned to silently pay their respects.

But I wasn't alone for long before I felt a presence beside me and I looked to my right, seeing Glenn looking down at me with sympathy in his eyes. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me close to him as we listened. I didn't fail to notice that Carol was missing the second I walked in here, but I also understood why she might not have wanted to come. It was painful enough to see her walk out of that barn, why would she want to face everyone after that happened?

After Hershel was done reading from the bible, we all stood there in silence for a few moments, though it was long and painful as you could probably hear a pin drop among us. Then little by little, people started to slowly break away as they had said their final goodbye.

But my eyes followed Daryl once he stepped forward, delicately placing a Cherokee rose on top of Sophia's grave. My heart broke even more if that were possible, seeing the defeated look on his face once he stepped away was only the cherry on top of the cake.

Moments after that, I slowly broke away from Glenn without glancing back at him. I couldn't. Not when I knew I would soon be leaving him after everything. He was always there to comfort me when I needed it, and he was the first one who actually cared enough to get to know me. He gave me a chance that no one else did at first. His kindness alone is what would make me miss him more than anything, but I needed to protect myself and him as well. I just hoped that he would understand in the end.

I mindlessly headed towards the RV where I assumed Carol was sitting, wanting her to know at least once how much I wanted to be there for her. Although I didn't want to bombard her further, I wanted her to know how much I felt for her. Just once.

When I slowly entered the space, she was sat right at the table near the window, staring blankly at the graves that were practically across the field. My steps were slow and hesitant as I approached her, but I didn't hesitate to sit down across from her once I reached the seat.

She didn't glance over at me, nor did I say a word, I only reached down and grasped one of her hands in my own, squeezing it lightly. Her eyes met mine when the feeling registered in her mind, giving me the best smile she was able to muster without uttering a thing, but I didn't expect her to. But I wanted her to know that I was here right now to give her any kind of comfort that she needed.

I sat with her in silence for a few minutes before I could sense she just wanted to be alone, so I left to head into the house. It was surprisingly quiet when I walked in, no on really lingering in the space as I headed towards the kitchen to grab something to eat.

I was only met with Beth standing near the sink as she washed a few dishes silently. She hardly moved, barely even acknowledged my presence when I was far from quiet the moment I walked in the room.

"Hey hon." I greeted her, hoping I could grab her attention, but she didn't respond.

My eyebrows pulled together in concern as I watched her hand slowly stop washing the plate in her grasp, before she suddenly became limp, starting to fall to the ground. My arms instinctively extended out, but she hit the floor far too fast before I could catch her, landing on the tile with a loud bang. I rushed over to her with widened eyes, lifting her head up to see her skin looked deathly pale.

"Hershel! Maggie!" I called out, hoping someone would be close.

Only seconds after my voice echoed throughout the house, footsteps came rushing into the room, whipping my head around to see Maggie standing there in shock.

"What happened?" she asked frantically.

I shook my head, "I don't know, she was washing the dishes and then she just fell."

"Okay... let's get her to her room, will you help me?" she asked.

"Yeah of course." I instantly replied.

She moved over quickly, helping me as we slung either of her arms over our shoulders to bring her all the way upstairs. The two of us carefully set her down on her back flat on the mattress, Maggie moving quickly now to try and figure out what was wrong. Neither of us knew where Hershel was so the moment I knew Beth was safe, I made my way out of the house to see if anyone else had seen him recently.

Rick walked past the second I opened the front door, and I took my chances as I called his name, gesturing him to come over.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately upon seeing the look I had on my face.

"Have you seen Hershel? Beth collapsed and we don't know what's wrong with her." I said quickly.

But he shook his head, "I haven't seen him since the funeral." he stated.

My mouth parted to respond, but Maggie's voice cut through whatever I was about to say. "Rose! Come here for a second!"

I didn't need to think twice before I turned around back into the house, Rick following close behind me. She was holding something in her hands and when I got a closer look, I saw that it was a flask with beautiful patterns engraved on the sides.

"I think I know where he is. He was a drinker before I was born, and there's a bar not too far from here and I think he might've gone there. The walkers, the funeral... it all might've been too much for him." Maggie rambled in a panic.

Rick nodded immediately, "I'll go after him, just tell me where it is."

Maggie looked over at me, and I knew what she was silently asking. "Go, I'll keep an eye on Beth." I spoke.

She smiled gratefully and gave my arm a squeeze before walking off with Rick to give him the directions on where to head off. I looked over to my right as I watched them leave for a few moments, before my eyes suddenly caught sight of Daryl making his way towards me quite quickly. My heart involuntarily did a flip and without thinking, I quickly rushed up the stairs, not daring to look back at him. I couldn't talk to him. If I talked to him; it would make me want to stay.

After I made it through the threshold of the girl's room, I closed the door quietly behind me as I glanced over in Beth's direction. Her eyes were still closed as beads of sweat pooled at the top of her forehead, and I began to move forward to sit at the edge of her bed, taking her hand in my own.

Seeing her like this only caused my mind to spiral. Not just because of this, but because of everything that seemed to be happening all at the same time. People being shot, the walkers, Sophia, the funeral, leaving everyone. The last one still caused my heart to sting the most. I grew clueless as I had no idea what I would do, or what I would say- oh my God what would I say? What could I say?

Suddenly, a lightbulb appeared just right above my head as I let go of Beth's hand, starting to search around her room for paper and a pen. After only a few seconds I found them pretty quickly in a nearby desk drawer before I sat myself back down on the mattress.

My mind raced as I started writing everything I wanted to say down on this piece of paper. Every little thing that I wanted to get off my chest, and every little thing that I wanted him to know. I needed to leave something, not just disappear and have them constantly wondering if I went missing too. I couldn't just leave them in the dark.

Although I was startled when the door in front of me suddenly flew back open, Maggie standing there a bit out of breath, but she still managed a smile.

"Hey, I'm sorry I took so long. Glenn decided to go with Rick to get my dad back." she informed me.

"Oh, it's okay, I just hope they all make it back safe." I said with a small smile.

She nodded and sat down next to me, "What are you writing?" she asked.

I folded the piece of paper and shook my head, "Just my thoughts, I wanted to write them all down to... I don't know, get them out of my head, I guess? Does that make any sense?" I chuckled.

She nodded immediately, "No it does, I get it. A lot happened today and honestly, I can't wait for it to be over."

I just nodded in return and we sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, just listening to the clock ticking by the seconds in the corner of the room. I could tell she was worried about her dad, but she tried to put up a front that she was fine. But I could tell she definitely wasn't fine, her fidgety hands and darting eyes mostly gave her away.

"I really hope my dad lets you guys stay..." she suddenly admitted, "I like having you here."

I looked at her and gave her a sad smile. "Yeah me too." I replied.

She returned the gesture, before wrapping her arm around my shoulders and pulled me in for a side hug, while I wrapped my arm around her as the silence filled around us once again. I was trying not to let myself get emotional yet again because I knew no matter if the group was allowed to say or not, I would be leaving Maggie and Beth behind.

What I was doing was far from easy, but in the end it would protect me the most from something that left me terrified. I just had to keep telling myself that eventually they would get over it, and so would I.

I found that I purposely avoided Glenn, Daryl, and Carl today simply because I felt like I couldn't look at any of them in the eyes and lie to them. But then it seemed to hit me that if Glenn left with Rick, I probably would never see him again. Swallowing thickly, I shook my head as to not even give the tears a chance to return to my eyes before I was abruptly getting up from the bed.

"Well, I'm going to head out."

She smiled and nodded, "Okay, see you later."

I hummed a response before walking out of the room and down the creaking steps, making my way towards Daryl's tent. Though I noticed pretty quickly it wasn't in the same place that I recognized, but much further away from everyone. But I didn't question it too much because I didn't really care, silently knowing that he had his reasons for moving away. Maybe his thought process wasn't too far off from mine.

Daryl sat tall on a tree stump towards the left of the tent when I approached the space, sharpening the knife I recognized, his eyes not even glancing in my direction. I didn't mind though, I didn't want to talk to him if I didn't have to, it would just make it even harder than it already was. His movements didn't halt even when I was standing only inches away, fixated on what he was doing rather than my presence.

My fingertips barely brushed up against the fabric of the tent, reaching for the zipper to finally pull it open, when something thick cut through the silent air that stopped me completely.

"Yer avoidin me."

His voice echoed around the quiet, causing me to shut my eyes tightly as I mentally cursed at the sudden small talk. But I still turned back to face him again, seeing that there truly wasn't a way out of it now. But his eyes never looked up at me as he spoke, just stayed focused on the weapon in his hands.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice coming out a little more aggressive than I intended.

My tone seemed to catch his attention pretty quick as his eyes now snapped to me, "I mean whenever I try to talk to ya, ya disappear."

I slightly threw my hands up in the air, "I just needed to be alone today."

"Yer lyin." he accused.

"No, I'm not." I said defensively.

"Yeah, ya are. I saw you go in to check on Carol, I saw you talkin to Maggie and Rick, and I saw you go up to look after Beth. Yer lyin. Yer avoidin me. Why?" he asked.

I scoffed at his obvious attention to detail, "Okay, first of all I checked on Carol because she didn't even show up to her own daughter's funeral. Second, I was talking to Maggie and Rick because Hershel's missing and we need to find him for Beth, who in case you forgot, is unconscious at the moment. And third I am not avoiding you, I just didn't want to talk, okay?"

He stared at me for a few moments, and I just knew in the back of my mind he didn't believe a word that was coming out of my mouth. I felt bad for lying to him, but I had to do this, and I knew if I told him the truth he would surely try to stop me.

When I realized he wasn't going to respond, I turned around and went into the tent to gather my things together, I made sure I had enough food and water in my bag as well. I had all of my weapons with me, and then took out the piece of paper from my pocket and scribbled Daryl's name on the front of it with the pen I still had from Beth's room. I propped it up on his sleeping bag and took the Cherokee rose he had gotten for me, placing it right next to the note.

Once I had gotten everything together, I poked my head out of the tent to see Daryl was now nowhere in sight. I walked out with my things and gave one last long look at the farmhouse before heading off into the woods, walking away for good. My eyes stung more and more with every step I took, but for some reason, I didn't stop.

~ Thanks for reading!

[inchidentally]

Venus as a boy, inch… https://www.tumblr.com/xiaoluclair/719420109796589568/danielricciardo-bisous-landonorris-bro-sexy — wiz

@wisteriagoesvroom W I Z. b a b e. I've never been proud of coming up with a tag for someone but that one I'm like fuck that's good I did that <3<3

and listen I have a whoooooole unrealistically deep thing for the Daniel POV content when he was held in thrall as Lando's teammate

xiaoluclair

His wicked Sense of humor Suggests Exciting sex!

He believes in a beauty He's Venus as a boy

ofc I get weird about his dynamic w Lando and trust me Daniel's blokey-ness plays a key role in it :)

while Lando can't magically alter someone's sexuality, his vulnerability mixed with his unique personal beauty can fuck up a straight man's brain chemistry - and that hit nobody harder than Daniel. Lando had two alpha dudes barrel into his life and commit to bromances with him right off the bat and for the most part the dynamic is that they're hilarious and pretend to bully him and get in his space while Lando giggles and fruitlessly fights back… but in the same way Carlos got stumped by how much of a safety blanket he became for Lando's unguarded little heart, Daniel got completely sideswiped by how he couldn't 'bro' Lando into submission in their dynamic and became a half-broken acolyte to a boy ten years younger than him.

like, not only was the teammate dynamic so fully in favor of Lando in terms of their performances those two seasons but Daniel could not stop himself being dragged around by his eyeballs every time Lando was in view. he was both butthurt AND thoroughly heartsick about Lando by the time he was bought out by McLaren.

from the start, every time Daniel would try his usual asserting dominance by disarming humor shtick on Lando it would die with a thud. Lando would get quiet and retreat and leave Daniel totally unmoored. but when Daniel would pet Lando's skin nicely and give him a genuine smile and not the usual shark-toothed one, Lando would purr sweetly and open up like a flower. when Daniel showed an interest in photography and copied Lando's camera and ig account, Lando would willingly spend time with him outside media duties.

and suddenly Daniel's big, loping caddish character that usually cut a heavy swathe through the paddock was instead crouching in submission to try and steal as much of Lando's attention as possible. he found himself changing course to encounter the boy, teeth bared in nervous submission to Lando's upright ballet posture. something about Lando's looks being on the cusp of finely finished manhood but still mostly rounded and boyishly pretty made Daniel keep picking up his phone or his camera to document the penumbral shift. something pierced his Man Brain and told him what a gift it was to witness Lando bud and bloom right in front of his eyes and that special devotion must be paid to the event. but like all profane idolatry, the fact that Daniel knew he could never gain entry to the Eden of owning Lando solely for himself - and that Lando would wither and die like a butterfly stuck on a pin if Daniel tried - eventually sickened and threatened Daniel with a dissatisfaction for life itself.

being so close to Lando, living with him but not really, was like exsanguination by obsessive adoration. Lando's pink lips and sparkling eyes and soft skin were constellations millions of light-years away from Daniel's clay-bound feet. the rush of lust and drunkenness Daniel got from catching Lando fully unawares and making him flush and writhe was like a climax that remained firmly unattainable. the only release would be to give Lando up and Daniel couldn't do that, his hand had to be forced.

whereas since leaving McLaren, Daniel has a much more secure footing and can safely little brother Lando while keeping the adulation a mere background hum to Lando's brilliant, shining egress through Daniel's space. they're both keeping up the bromance in the same way and genuine, grown-up friendship has been cemented. when Lando and Martin decided to go and stay with Daniel as a spontaneous interlude until the next leg of their norrix world tour, Daniel already had mates staying and it was a fun boys mini break.

but do I like to imagine that when Daniel saw Martin with his easy, proprietary ownership of Lando for the entirety of the winter, it made an ugly little gnarl of scar tissue - burned into his left ventricle by Lando's memory - twist and squeeze so hard that it made Daniel fall against his own kitchen counter with a cold death-grip as he watched Lando preparing breakfast in Daniel's own kitchen? yes. do I weirdly love thinking that the phantom pain lingered as he watched Martin bundle Lando into the car for the airport and see them already laughing and sharing jokes and references only they knew before remembering to wave goodbye to Daniel? yes.

do I think that happened, no but that's not as romantic <3

[strangerthings-01]

Hi. How are you?

I see you are asking for requests for Eddie and reader. Could I get one where the reader is working a lot of hours at her job, including working at home as well. And she is barely eating or sleeping, and he becomes really concerned for her. She is almost at total collapse.

This is happening in my life right now. Thanks in advance. 😁❤️

Absolutely! Thank you for the request! Also I am sorry you are in that state. Make sure to take care of yourself hun. You're important. I hope this is okay!!!!

Overload

Summary: Y/N is constantly working whether it was at home cleaaning and making things tidy or being at your actual job working a bunch of extra hours because it was short staffed and you needed money. You couldn't catch a break but you couldn't stop. But eddie started noticing you not eating as much and your sleep schedule was ruined. He has tried talking to you but to no avial until you nearly collapse and he calls it.

warnings- mentions of stress, not eating or sleeping, cussing, fighting.

---------------------------------------------------------------

The alarm in your bedroom went off at 8 AM like it did every other day. You either worked in the morning or the night, never steady and never set. It had become a routine for you and you had gotten used to it although you really shouldn't have. You rubbed your eyes hoping to get rid of some of the sleepniess considering you had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep and pushed the cover back and slowly slid out bed, trying not to wake your boyfriend up.

Eddie had been understanding when you told him you would have to pick up extra shifts. His only concern was your health but you had promised it would only be for a couple of weeks but that turned into about 2 months now. You were either at work busting your ass or at home busting your ass. It wasn't like Eddie didn't help you around the house, he did. But you wanted things a certain way all the time so you would spend hours at a time fixing litte things after work, morning or night.

He had tried to talk to you once about it after it hit the one month mark and your eyes were always droopy and your mood alwasy down. But you convinced him you were okay and that it wouldn't be much longer and you really did think that was the case but work was hounding you and you couldn't risk losing the one job that paid you well enough. Eddie worked too as a mechanic but his paychecks sometimes came in low because of some seasons being more slow than others. You were a waitress and a lot of your money was calculated based in tips which was also why you started dressing more cute.

This morning you decided on tight jeans that cut off at the ankle and your work shirt was tied with a ponytail holder around you waist, hair into a messy not messy bun. You sighed as you put on some mascara and a light shade of lipgloss. You were rubbing your lips tgoether when you saw eddie walk into the bathroom from the mirrow, hair all over the place. Your eddie.

"Hey babe. Off to work?" He said gruffly, tiredness etched his voice. "Yeah. I'll be home around 4." He nodded and kissed your cheek. "You look beaitful babe. Do you want some breakfast before you go?" He asked as leaned agasint the sink, arms crossed over his chest. "Uh no I'm okay. I'll eat somehing there on my break but thank you." You didn't admit it but the work load had caused a loss of appetite and even thinking about eating before or during work disgusted you. You smiled and went to walk out but he pulled you back. "Hey. Is everything okay sweetheart? You're working a lot and you neevr eat before you go to work which isn't good for you. Do you even eat at work?" Your anxeity was going up at this whole conversation and you wated to end it quick.

"Okay what is up with the interrigation? I just want to go to work. I don't know why you get so worried about me? I'm a waitress, I work a lot. It's how it is." He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I'm just making sure you're okay. Why do you argue with me? I'm allowed to be concenred babe." You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Jesus. I'm fine. Please stop asking every 5 minutes. I'm not gonna break so stop treating me like I'm fragile." He scoffed and pushed himself off the counter. "Well I am so sorry that I fucking care about you. You don't have to act like such a bitch."

You bit the inside of your cheek, irriation flooding through your body. "Wow so now I'm a bitch? Real classy eddie. Screw you." You went to walk away but he grabbed your wrist. "No I said you were acting like one and don't walk away from me. Stop acting like a child and just talk to me. I love you and I just want you to be okay." You yanked from his grasp and grabbed your phone off the counter. "I am okay. So leave me alone. I'm just trying to support us and it's fucking annoying that you can't see that!" You walked out but heard feet following you.

"I do see that but jesus babe you've lost weight, you're barely eating and barely sleeping. Don't think I haven't notcied because I do." You whipped around and stepped towards him. "congrats. You've notcied something. Stop worrying about it. I'm tired of you bringing it up. I'll see you when you get home." He laughed humorlessly. "Yeah. Don't think this conversation is over." You brushef him off with a wave of your hand and slammed the door on the way out.

As you made your way to the car, the stress hit your body and your entire body felt like it was shaking. You knew you blew up because he was right. You weren't eating and you weren't sleeping. You didn't understand how it had gotten so bad but you didn't want to ask for help so you never said anything. You just wanted to support your boyfriend even though he made enough to combine with your own to survive. You felt horrible as you made your way to work knowing that eddie did love you and he was concerned. You wouldn't let yourself cry though because you had to work in 10 minutes and your head needed to be cleared so you could focus on getting extra tips today.

As soon as you got there, you grabbed your apron and wrapped it around you, ready for the day to already be over. Your manager, sam, walked up to you and smiled. "good morning. um so Kayla called out for her shift tonight and I was wondering if you would work a double." You had barely clocked in and they already asking more of you. "I reallt can't tonight. I have plans with my boyfriend." You knew it was partly a lie but you needed the rest and you had worked doubles so often lately. "Well I need to know I can rely on you honey. We're super short staffed and I-" You interrupted her and sighed. "I am reliable. I worked doubles all last week and I want to go home to my boyfreind tonight so I'm sorry but no." Sam sucked at her teeth and nodded, walking away clearly upset but your mind still was wrapped around the argument just 30 minutes ago and you had to talk to him asap.

As soon as you opened, people started flooding in. Most people were nice and tipped well but others not so much. You had been yelled at and called an idiot because they ordered the wrong thing. You dealt with it every so often but it still hurt the same. Someone had also called you a pretty young thing and tried to touch you to which you stepped back but they still tipped well. It was a day full of assholes, pervs, and idiots but what's new?

Finally your shift came to an end and you hung your apron up, checking the schedule before you left. Your heart dropped when you noticed sam cut your hours. Fucking bitch. You felt tears spring to your eyes but refused to let them go at work. At that moment Sam walked into the back and you looked at her, stopping her before she could walk away. "Is there a reason you cut my hours?" Sam looked you in your eyes and faked a sad smile. "Yeah I'm sorry it's just we are really low staff and we have to have people here working as much as possible and we only want those people to have the hours."

You gaped at her. "Sam I worked doubles all last week and you're telling me the one time i decline, you cut my hours?" Sam sighed and put her hands up in defense. "It has nothing to do with you-" "Yes it does. I am not doing this with you. I've done nothing but be here, ruining my relationship with the only person who cares for me and you're tossing me aside because of one simple thing." You scoffed and walked off from her, not giving her another word.

You took a deep breath and walked out, heading to you car. Once you got in, you broke down not understanding why you're life was going to shit. You worked your ass off for them and they cut your hours because of one 'no'. After a couple of minutes, you gathered your thoughts and drove home, hopinh eddie was home which he was.

You got out of the car and felt a diziness but tried to control it as you walked into the house. A hunger pang, exhaustion, and sadness creeped its way into your body all at once and you collapsed on the floor. Eddie was in the kitchen making dinner and dropped the plate he had, glass shattering as he ran to you. "Baby. Oh my god shit. Are you okay?" You whimpered and held your stomach. "No. N-No. Eddie it hurts. everything hurts a-and you were right. I'm so sorry." You sobbed as he scooped you into his arms bridal style and laid you down in your bed after he carried you. "Hey we don't need to talk about that right now. What do you need?" You took a deep breath. "Water please."

He immediately went to grab it and brought it back to you. “What happened?” he said as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. The coldness of his hand brought relief to your heated skin, and you close your eyes in content. “ my manager cut my hours all because I said no to working a double. She said that wasn’t the reason why but it doesn’t make sense because I’ve been working doubles for so long, so the one day I say no my hours were cut.” His breathing for a little heavier which meant he was getting angry. “ that’s it. I’m calling it. You’re gonna call and you’re gonna quit today.” you’re a shot open and you looked at him with a shocked expression. “ babe I can’t. I need a job I need money.” he shook his head. “ the video store is hiring Robin told me the other day. Look at you baby, you literally collapsed, you’re not doing OK. please quit.”

“ are you sure she’s hiring? Because I can’t risk that.” He nodded quickly. “ I promise you. I had asked her the other day because I was really worried about you. I just think it would be a better job because the hours are better and the pay is better and you would be around people who care about you, Robin and Steve. Please.” His voice cracked and you looked at him sensing the fear and sadness and him, and it broke your heart that you were making him feel this way.

“ OK. I’ll quit. But I’m gonna need help getting better because I really fucked myself over.” The sadness in your voice was hard to miss because you realized how bad it was. He sniffled and brushed some of your hair back. “ of course I will. I would do anything for you,you know that right?” it was your turn to brushed some of his hair back as you looked into his eyes. “ of course I know that and I’m so sorry for the way I treated you this morning. You didn’t deserve that.” He stroked check with his thumb. “ no I didn’t deserve that but I understand where you were coming from. You were just worried about us. About me I presume. But I promise you we can get through this.”

You looked at him with the most love in your eyes wondering how you got this lucky. “ I’m so grateful you’re in my life. I love you so much.” Your voice cracked and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “ I love you too. We’re gonna get you better baby girl so first things first leaving that hell hole.” You chuckled and agreed with him. He placed a soft kiss your lips, but the passion was there no doubt. No doubt at all.

[sifonie]

part of being human is making mistakes, which is something that barton was (unfortunately) reminded of in a rather inopportune way today. for sibyl had warned him that sometimes their coffee machine was a little screwy — and so you had to hit it to get it to work. but barton might have gone a little overboard with that. because it ended up with a loud 'crack' in the water reservoir after he got frustrated when it didn't work for the fourth time and smacked it down on the table. the doctor just hoped they didn't hear that from the other room as he let out a barely audible and incredulous laugh, ❝ oh, my god. did i just break it... ❞

barton started to think about all of the bad things that sibyl usually did when they were angry and, in his mind, chose life then; which basically meant that he was trying to very quietly sneak out the door. and i swear to god he looked like all of those cartoon characters trying to sneak up on someone while doing it, ❝ ahh, you know what? i'm just gonna leave. sometimes you've just got to say 'tragic' and move on, right? ❞ barton couldn't die yet: he had to survive to see the next season of the last of us, whenever the hell they were going to release it.

Oh, they heard it.

Sibyl quietly slinks over to his direction, catching him in the act of trying to leave. A loud clearing of the throat, a strained smile. “Barton!” They call out in a sing-song voice, “Darling, dearest…” Dead.

“You weren’t trying to hide from whatever you broke in there, were you?” They give their best puppy dog eyes to get the truth out of him, knowing damn well what the answer was. Oh, they could just kill someone without their cup of coffee in the morning! “I trusted you with my coffee maker, didn’t I? Is that what it was? I heard something, and I’m just oh so concerned…but maybe there’s a silver lining to this! You buy me a new coffee maker and I don’t throw you out a window! How’s that?”

They bat their lashes as if it was the most innocent utterance they’ve ever given.

[l1tw1ck]

Jealousy

Itto doesn't like you hanging out with that blue oni

FTM!Yandere!Itto x Top!Oni!Male Reader

Request

Warnings: Non-Con, Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Mating Cycles, Restraints, Possessiveness, Slight Breeding

Words: 776

Even though mating season was drawing near, you weren't quite ready to devote all your time to it. You wanted to spend some time with Takuya first.

You were completely unaware of how that made Itto feel. He was always kind of possessive but you didn't think he'd mind if you hung out with a close friend of his.

God were you wrong.

──────────────────

You were sound asleep, unknowingly leaving yourself vulnerable to your boyfriend.

Itto manages to quietly walk into the room, ropes in hand. He crawls onto your bed, tying your respective hands to the two bed poles.

Itto pulls your covers off, revealing that you only had boxers on. He quickly pulls them off and sniffs them, inhaling your wonderful scent and making him even more horny than he was before.

He takes his underwear off, leaving him naked as well. He tosses it onto your face so you can wake up immediately to his scent.

He moves down, licking your currently flaccid dick before putting his whole mouth on it. He bobs his head up and down, sucking it just like you taught him.

Your dick was so big that Itto could barely handle it. He always does his best though, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he couldn't deepthroat your cock when he gives you a blowjob.

He moans as the tip of your dick hits the back of his throat. His nose is pressed on your pelvis, taking in the smell before making consistent movements. He loves the way your dick tastes and feels in his mouth. It's like heaven on earth having you inside him.

It's not long before you end up coming in his mouth. The amount you unload into him sets his horniness to maximum overdrive. He has to wait, basically cockwarming you while you pump out everything into his mouth. He swallows every bit of cum like it's a delicacy.

He reluctantly takes his mouth off and quickly sinks himself down on your dick.

"Ah~" He moans, grinning as you bottom out inside him. "Takuya will never know how it feels to have you inside him." He traces the bulge in his stomach, breathing heavily and shivering in arousal.

He gropes your large muscular chest as he grinds down, your dick hitting the perfect spot. He moans shamelessly, not caring if you wake up now.

He rubs his clit, getting close to an orgasm. He chants 'fuck' over and over before coming with a loud moan.

After coming down from his high he looks at you and checks if you've woken up yet. You haven't. Impressive.

He finally starts moving, fucking himself on your cock while you're dead asleep. A part of Itto wishes you'd wake up but he likes having you completely submissive to him. No complaints, no asking to stop, he can just do whatever he needs to please himself.

"Fuck~! Give me your kids~!" Itto moans, moving in a way that's sure to make you come fast. He chants your name over and over, begging for you to come inside him and fill him up.

"Yes~!" He throws his head back, orgasming as you stuff him full of cum. Even after already coming once, your cum is still thick and coming out in large amounts.

You finally wake up, unintentionally inhaling Itto's scent with his underwear on your face. You move your head to the side, effectively moving it off, looking at your boyfriend having the time of his life on top of you.

"It- Itto?" Your mostly soft dick starts to harden again.

He leans over and kisses you, making sure a lot of tongue is involved. You decide to give in, you'll scold Itto for this later.

He parts from the kiss, catching his breath before speaking. "Don't talk to Takuya anymore."

"Why not? He's your friend, isn't he?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I don't trust him. He might come onto you." He grips your shoulders, nails digging into them.

"Shit-" You try to ignore the pain. "You think I'd let him?"

"No but I'd have to kill him."

You pause, trying to make sense of what you just heard. Maybe he's joking?

"Don't joke about that kinda stuff." You laugh.

"I'm not joking." He looks at you with a serious look on his face.

"...Itto."

"Shh." He wraps his hand around your neck, not hard enough to choke you and starts riding you again. "Don't give me a reason to hurt him."

You try to say something more but you can't think of much while he's pleasuring you like this. This'll have to be a discussion for later.

[pankowperfection]

Quick Fix

Summary: You and Drew have a quickie in his trailer during lunch

Warnings: smut, choking kink, exhibitionist kink, 18+

You and Drew hadn't gotten to spend much time together lately. His schedule was jam packed; between filming season 3, interviews, photo shoots, you were lucky if you got to sleep in the same bed. One day he had invited you to set, wanting you to at least get to watch him work. You happily agreed, excited to see him in peak form, killing it as Rafe. To be honest, the contrast between his character and his personality actually turned you on a bit, there was just something so hot about a slightly unhinged man. You'd also secretly planned to bring one of his fantasies to life. He really wanted to fuck you in his trailer, chances of getting caught exciting him.

You wore the sexiest outfit you could come up with; lace body suit with a corset top, cups causing your breasts to nearly spill out of the material, paired with frayed denim shorts that left very little to the imagination. He almost protested that you couldn't wear that in front of Chase and Rudy, knowing they wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off of you. Instead he told you how hot you looked, struggling to keep from getting hard at the thought of being able to catch glimpses of you all day.

When filming got started, you settled into a chair at the edge of set, long legs crossed as you watched Drew through your dark sunglasses, drinking in his muscular form. Every once in a while you would catch him staring between takes, licking his lips like a starved man seeing a hot meal. You couldn't wait for lunch to be called, squeezing your thighs together for relief at the thought of what was to come. Finally it was time. You walked to his trailer holdings hands, gushing over his performance so far today and showering him in praise.

As soon as you got inside you locked the door behind you, Drew raising a brow in question. You stalked towards him slowly, backing him into the couch and forcing him to sit down with a hard press on his shoulders. "Baby, what are you doing?" You brought a finger to his mouth to silence him, leaning down with your breasts in his face to whisper in his ear. "Shh, just relax. Let me take care of you." Your hand slides down between your bodies, wrapping around his throbbing cock. You could feel the heat radiating through his shorts. You give him a few slow strokes as his head falls back onto the back of the couch as he tries to hold in his moans. You take advantage of his eyes being closed, quickly ripping open his button and forcing his zipper down, freeing his erection from his boxers in one motion.

You stand up briefly, sliding your shorts down your legs and tossing them somewhere behind you. His blue eyes rake over your body, loving how the black lace looks against your skin. You climb back onto his lap, lining him up with your folds and he lets out a gasp when he feels your wet skin. Your bodysuit being crotchless was a surprise and he hardened even more at the thought of your bare pussy being barely covered by your flimsy shorts all day. His hands fall to your hips, steadying you as you slide down onto him. You lean down and finally connect your lips, kissing Drew deeply as you start to roll your hips. You both let out quiet moans at the friction, desperate for some relief after a day full of anticipation.

You trail your hands up his toned chest, coming to rest on his shoulders so you can get some leverage. His hands guide you as you start to bounce up and down, throwing your head back as you bite back a groan. He can't resist your cleavage as it bounces in his face, reaching up to pull the cups of your bodysuit down and quickly taking a nipple into his hot mouth. You let out a loud cry, adrenaline surging at the thought of getting caught. He slides a hand up to your throat, cutting off your airflow enough to keep you quiet and the action almost makes you cum instantly.

The feeling of him stretching you out perfectly, hitting your walls just right has the coil in your stomach winding quickly. The soft grunts escaping his lips are so sexy, baby blues locked on you as you continue to ride him fast and hard. A few moments later just as you're about to reach your high, someone pounds on the trailer door. "Hey Drew - almost time to go back to set!" It's Chase outside, wanting to chat with his buddy before filming resumes. The door handle turns as he tries to open the door. You start bouncing harder, determined to make Drew finish while his friend is right outside, knowing the exhibitionist in him will enjoy it. "Come on bro," Chase yells out and in that moment Drew twitches inside you, pumping you full of his cum with a silent cry. His orgasm triggers yours, head falling to his neck as you come undone around him, struggling to hold in your moans.

You both get redressed quickly, sharing a sweet kiss before opening the door. Chase takes one look at you both, noticing your slight flush and ragged breath. "Oh ew, did I just catch you guys fucking?" "Shut up Chase, " Drew playfully punches his arm as the three of you head back to set. The rest of the day is full of Chase making dirty jokes about the two of you every chance he gets. Little did he know that his arrival to the trailer couldn't have been more perfect.

Please let me know if you want to be added to my taglist

@adventuresinobx @starkeyobx @hoebx @ailee-celeste @pankowforlife @outerbankspov @houseofperfecttaste @vesperluvsbillie

[hlizr50]

Another drabble for my 600 follower celebration!

This lovely prompt came from @ofduskanddreams

She had conveniently just finished From Lukov with Love when I asked what she'd like to see in a drabble. So enjoy this little figure skating AU!!!

Prompt: Figure Skating AU (From Lukov with Love vibes)

Fandom: ACOTAR

Ship: Gwynriel

Word Count: 778 (a little long, but I couldn't help it!!)

“Come on, Berdara.” Azriel was growing increasingly frustrated. “We have to start practicing lifts if we have any hope of being competitive this season. I’m not like that scrawny twerp. I won’t drop you.” The glare that landed on him was downright glacial. He could understand her hesitation where lifts were concerned. Everyone in the figure skating world knew about what had happened two years ago, on the national stage and televised for all to see. A fall from an overhead lift, headfirst into the ice. Bad didn’t even begin to cover it - she’d had to be taken off the ice on a stretcher, unconscious, and the ice had been resurfaced after the blood had been dealt with.

She and her partner had split soon after, which had also rocked the sport. They’d been the most successful American pair in the last thirty years. Fans and fellow skaters were thrilled that they would be able to contend for top honors at worlds - and even the Olympics - finally giving the Russians a run for their money.

But Gwyn had never stopped practicing, stubborn as she was, and he’d jumped at the opportunity to partner with her. Of course, it had been under the guise of giving her one last shot. That at the side of America’s new golden boy, the world would see that she wasn’t just another has-been whose career had been cut short by injury.

That had never been the point. The point was that Azriel wanted to skate with her because she was the best. And she was incredible, and determined, and sassy, and beautiful…

“I know you’re stronger than Blake was,” she muttered as she lowered her eyes and wrapped her arms around her middle. This wasn’t the Gwyneth Berdara he knew, and his stomach twisted with unease even as he began to argue.

“Then what’s your problem?” he spat.

“You wouldn’t understand,” she hissed, turning to stalk away from him.

“If you won’t let me lift you then I don’t see how you think we’re going to–”

“He dropped me, Azriel!” she shrieked, turning back to him. Her eyes glimmered with wetness and he sighed to himself, running his fingers through his unruly hair.

“I get it, Gwyn, but I won’t–”

“No you don’t. He didn’t just miss his grip. His toe pick didn’t catch on the ice.”

Azriel’s dark brows furrowed. “What are you saying, Gwyn?” The copper-haired beauty stood before him, a single tear making its way over the freckled apples of her cheeks.

“Blake came on to me before Nationals. He wanted to be a couple, and tried to gaslight me into believing that I’d been flirting with him and hitting on him. I told him I only wanted to be skating partners.” Those beautiful eyes, the color of a sunlit sea, fell to the floor as she tightened her grip on herself. “He was angry. And he lifted me into the air, and then let me go. He let me fall.”

Azriel tensed, lips pressed into a thin line. Disbelief had frozen him to the floor. “I… you can’t possibly mean…” He couldn’t finish the thought. It was too much.

“I tried to plead my case to the police - that he’d done it on purpose. It was all too easy for Blake to claim that his arm had just given out and he hadn’t reacted quickly enough. But… I saw his eyes, when I was falling, and the only thing there was cruelty.”

The air whooshed out of him, and he barely realized his feet were moving before he was in front of her, gripping her face between his calloused palms. Rage simmered in his blood, and he was afraid he looked crazed as he searched her expression. No untruths. No malice. Just resignation.

Blake had dropped her. Intentionally. And Azriel swore right there that Blake might just also end up with a head injury.

“I’m not him, Gwyn,” he whispered fiercely, pressing his lips to her brow before he could even think. “Fuck.” Azriel pulled her into his arms, squeezing her as if she might disappear. And she could have. She could have been dead, and it would have been at the hands of her partner. Someone she should have been able to trust with something so infinitely precious as her life.

“We’ll take it slow,” he murmured into her hair, combing errant fingers through the strands as he felt her arms wrap around him. “We’ll go at your speed. But you can trust me, baby. I will never, ever let you fall. Okay?”

Gwyn nodded against his chest, but he didn’t let go. He wouldn’t ever.

He couldn’t.

Tag List: @tealnymph-writes @trashforazriel @ofduskanddreams @headcanonheadcase @vikingmagic33 @damedechance @mercarimari @mystical-blaise @daevastanner @secretlovelybeauty @meher-sumedha @imsointobooks @flora-shadowshine @positivewitch @imwritingthesewords @camreadsum @shisingh @gwynrielsupremacist @sagureads @deedz-thrillerkilller16 @sv0430 @writing-spaces @onemorenightdreamer @feyretale @almosttenaciousmoon @the-introverted-bibliophile @live-the-fangirl-life @silverflameataraxia @chosenfamily-valkyriequeens @rarephloxes @kimstclair @romancebooksandshit @booknerd87 @velidewrites

[leafs-lover]

how about 78 with Kevin Hayes? 😊🥺

Dad!Kevin taken from this prompt list

Coming home you feel relaxed and rejuvenated. The start of the season, like always, was chaotic. Trey, having turned 2 a few months ago, had been struggling to adjust to daddy being gone after three months glued to his hip.

The entire off-season Kevin had a shadow. A 2’6” shadow with curly red hair and sky blue eyes, outlined by a grey ring. Besides the physical attributes your son took, he would skip alongside Kevin, constantly grasping his hand, never letting him out of his sight. The only time you could manage so much as a hug from your husband was when your toddler was sleeping, because if Trey so much as caught you looking towards Kevin he would do anything to grab his attention. Bringing him toys, dragging him to a different room, climbing into his lap. Anything he could do to capture his attention all whilst shooting you a devilish grin knowing he won.

At first the time apart was short lived and easy to manage, a few hours for practices or at the gym, the preseason media events the team scheduled, but the first road game was mayhem, and that wasn't even an overnight trip. Kevin left shortly after breakfast, was gone for under twelve hours and home by the time your son woke up the next day. Even still, Trey let it be very known he was upset by Kevin's extended absence and seeing him on TV did nothing to calm him.

As the trips got longer his tantrums grew worse. Kicking, screaming, refusing to eat, throwing toys, it didn't stop. That's why today, with his first off day, Kevin booked you a you day. A hair cut followed with a massage and a facial. At first it seemed excessive, and a long time away from your husband during a rare off day, but he insisted, saying you deserved a day to recharge. And he couldn't have been more right.

Stepping in the front door, toys litter the floor. Blocks and books, even a few ministicks, evidence of the time your boys had together. Kicking off your boots and hanging your purse you step into the living room, the explosion of toys only expanding.

The house is relatively quiet, no TV playing children's programing, no giggles or plastic being bashed off your wood floors. Noting the time it isn't all that shocking, Trey’s naptime began over forty minutes ago.

What you didn't expect was pots and pans on the counter, your pantry to be emptied, every bottom cupboard bare, belongings scattering the floor and island.

"Kev," you call out, a hint of panic in your tone. "Kev honey, you okay?"

Continuing on your search, you plan on checking Trey’s room, but stop at the office near the bottom of the stairs. Through the frosted glass doors you see a silhouette, opening them you find Kevin muttering under his breath as he paces, terror in his eyes.

"Kev?"

Stopping dead in his tracks his eyes find you, his normally grey-blue eyes are hollow and full of dread. "Hey babe, what's going on?" Keeping your voice as soft as possible, trying to mask the worry your husband is bestowing on you.

"I lost our baby," His eyes are wide, full of fear from his admission.

"What?" You laugh because what other reaction can you have to this ridiculousness.

"We were playing hide and seek, and I...I lost him." Running his hands through his hair he starts pacing once again. "I checked all the usual places, behind curtains, under tables, the coat closet, even did the whole ‘where's Trey’ bit that usually is followed by his giggling, but there was nothing. I double checked everywhere, all the doors are still locked, the Ring doorbell didn't catch any movements so he's in the house, but I have no idea where he is. YN, I lost our baby."

Fighting the smile that hits your face you walk over and grasp his large hands in yours. With a firm squeeze you say, "he isn't lost, he probably fell asleep. But let's go find him."

Stopping in the mudroom and formal living room, two places Trey doesn't really spend time in, you come up empty. Tugging on his hands you drag him up the stairs and down the hall, ignoring the protests from your husband who knows Trey tends to keep his locations to the main floor. Opening your bedroom door you head straight for the closet. Bending your knees, feeling the carpet rub against your skin, you move some of his suits, revealing your toddler. Sprawled on the floor, wearing a dinosaur t-shirt with some orange Cheezy fingerprints smeared on his stomach, using a fallen jacket as a pillow while he peacefully sleeps.

Kevin releases a sigh of relief and immediately bends down to cradle him against his chest. "How'd you know?"

"When I was getting ready a few weeks ago he followed me in and saw one of your ties. He wrapped it around his neck and said he was you. I've found him in here a few times since then. Since he wasn't downstairs I figured this was a good place to start."

Placing a kiss to your forehead he laughs for what's probably the first time in hours, "thank you for finding our baby."

“Anytime,” you laugh in response, a wide grin on your face.

[16bruises]

Heroic

Season 4 Volume 2 Spoilers.

Eddie Munson x gn! Reader

this is angst so if ur hurting i wouldn’t recommend

I watched Dustin climb up the knotted sheet, back to our Hawkins, pressing the weight of my entire body on the weak wooden door of Eddie’s bedroom.

"Y/n you need to go next, right now" Eddie yelled

"Fuck no, you go and I'll be right behind you, I don't want you to be trapped down here with these bats" I yelled in response, my voice wavering with every aggressive hit I felt coming from the other side of the door.

Eddie groaned and I could see his knuckles turning white from his grip tightening around his homemade spear. He looked back up at me, I'd never seen that look from him before.

He's given me looks before that implied he was being serious but this one was different. Like he was begging me to take him seriously and to listen to him.

I shook my head

I knew what he was planning

He knew I knew, but we both knew Dustin was clueless.

I could hear Dustin yelling our names desperately.

Eddie stomped towards me and pulled me from the door by my arm.

"I'm sorry Sweetheart if I'm hurting you, but you need to go back to Hawkins" Eddie's tight grip on my arm loosened as he lead me towards the dangling sheet and portal.

"No"

Eddie glared at me, his eyes watering

He quickly turned and cut the sheet causing Dustin to become erratic

I could just barely hear Eddie over Dustin's terrified cries

"You stay right here, don't you fucking move"

—

I scoured the hauntingly familiar trailer for a new rope-like item.

Dustin hadn't calmed down. neither have I.

I don't know when I started crying, but when I quickly made my way back to look up at Dustin, almost tripping from how jumbled I felt, I realized I had a near-endless supply of warm tears flowing down my cheeks.

"Dustin I-I don't know what to do- there's nothing to use" I choked out, trying to wipe my, now, cold and wet face

"It's ok y/n I can figure out a way. Stand back and give me some room, I'll only take a few minutes"

—

I wish I hadn't given him much space because I think he broke his leg when he made an impact.

Dustin cried out in pain but quickly shot to his feet. I ran to him and offered him any help, he adamantly denied it and limped to the front door as quickly as he could, I followed suit.

Once outside, the misty atmosphere made me feel sick.

We could see a horrifying swarm of those bat creatures, circling something like vultures.

Not something. I know who they were surrounding. I wish I was clueless though.

But more than anything

I wish I was wrong.

Dustin was screaming for Eddie, both of us racing towards the hoard.

The bats suddenly dropped to the ground, thumping around the beaten body of Eddie.

I felt my breath hitch when his eyes tiredly slid over to Dustin and me.

Dustin scrambled to Eddie's side, as did I.

I knelt down and as gently as possible held him up in my arms. Eddie's eyes slowly darted from me to Dustin. Eddie weakly reached for Dustin's hand and a smile broke out onto his face, exposing his mouth full of blood.

"I didn't run away this time"

I broke at that, I couldn't help it. I gripped Eddie's shirt and just cried, my head dipping down and ghosting over Eddie's chest

I could hear Eddie begging Dustin to take care of the 'sheep' for him and Dustin crying in response

Eddie pulled his hand from Dustin and held your face. Dustin, still sobbing stepped back, pulling his knees up to hide his face as heavy sobs wracked his body.

Eddie brushed his thumb under my eye, catching the never-ending stream of tears

My eyes finally shifted back to his, making him smile.

"Don't cry, sweetheart"

My grip on his shirt only tightened

"How can you expect me not to cry for you Eddie, I love you more than anyone and you're about to leave me here forever" It hurt to say.

Eddie's eyes flickered all over my face before landing back to my eyes, his thumb swiping every few seconds to catch the new tears.

"Baby Baby Baby," he chuckled softly, "you know I can't stand being away from you for too long, much less forever"

I laughed painfully, pulling him closer to myself, "Stop it, Eddie, you're dying"

Eddie rested his head on my shoulder, eyes never leaving mine

He grinned, his eyes flickering down to his torn-up torso for a second before shooting back up to mine.

"But I'm a hero baby, I'm gonna die a hero" He smiled but it quickly faltered at the sounds of my sobs.

"Eddie please"

He shifted uncomfortably and lifted his other hand to the other side of my face, now cupping my face in his weak, bloody hands.

"I love you, baby, you were my hero. You're the love of my pitiful life" He tried to lighten the mood by being self-deprecating but it only made it worse.

I couldn't stop crying and Eddie stopped trying to speak.

He groaned, tears now escaping his eyes. He weakly pulled me towards him and pressed a bloody kiss to my lips, our tears mixing.

Eddie slumped over, his forehead landing on my shoulder. His hands lost hold of your face, his breathing becoming shallow. My body was still shaking but I did my best to steadily lay him on his back, his head resting on my lap.

His eyelids looked like they were becoming heavy as he struggled to keep them open, looking up at me.

I held his hand to my lips, pressing countless kisses into it. The corners of his lips upturned as his eyes stared up at me.

He pulled his hand away from my lips and held it to his chest, to his heart.

His eyes traveled to the tear stains on my cheeks, to Dustin, to his trailer, to the blueish sky.

He smiled up at me. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "You'll always be my hero, Eddie"

He let his eyelids close, his body falling limp.

He wasn't there to dry my tears anymore.

I love angst but I loved Eddie Munson more :((

[missymurphy1985]

The Return

It's been 2 years since you were last in Dublin. 2 years since you up and left without warning, saying goodbye to your life there and restarting somewhere completely new. Sometimes, you have to go backwards in order to move forwards.

Requested by @noctvrnalmoth I hope you like it!

*Featuring Jim from the Delinquent Season*

Stepping off the train into the platform, you sighed. It all looked the same, and yet so different. Pulling the buggy open, you gently strapped your sleeping son in and made your way to the taxi rank, your suitcase trailing behind you. A kind lady helped you with your bags and waited with you for an available taxi.

"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders there, are you okay?" She sat next to you on the bench as your son murmured adorably in his sleep. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry..."

"No don't be sorry.. just been a long time since I came back here is all. Few loose ends to tie up." You glanced at your son's sleepy features as his eyes started to open. Beautiful, ocean blue eyes alongside his dark hair, growing more every day... The memories of that night flooding back before you took a large gulp of water from the bottle in your bag, forcing them back down. You'd done so well... 2 years and you'd built a new life in London. New friends, amazing new job allowing you to put that degree in marketing to good use - you were finally making a complete fresh start. But the secrets you had buried deep inside kept coming to the surface the more your son grew. He deserved to know his roots, who his father was, you knew that, but you couldn't do it.

Choking a tear back, you thanked the kind lady for helping you as a taxi pulled up and she helped you to get in.

Pulling up outside your cousin Natalie's townhouse in the city centre, she was waiting for you at the gate to help with Jackson and your bags. Grinning from ear to ear she pulled you in for a huge hug once you'd got inside and settled on her couch as Jackson sat in this new lady's lap tugging at her earrings.

"I can't believe I'm only just meeting him y/n.. he's the image of you!!" She kissed his cheek, bringing him up to look at him properly for the first time not over Skype.

"I never see it, I just see.... I just see him I guess..." You mind wandered to the man you actually saw, but you didn't let it slip.

"Those EYES!!! So blue and vibrant, just beautiful!" Natalie was swooning now, she'd never seen eyes that blue on a baby. Your eyes were brown, so he clearly inherited them from his father, although you had never revealed his identity - just a drunken one night stand and he wasn't involved. You weren't lying, technically...

After catching up properly, Natalie told you she'd planned a few people coming over to welcome you back that evening - nothing major, just a few friends from years ago that were keen to see you after so long away.

"Oh.. yes, that would be nice... Um, who's coming?"

"Well I think David and Amanda, possibly Caroline.. I think Liam is asking Jim too but I'm not sure if he's up for it - he's been through a tough time lately.." you caught a gasp in your throat at the sound of his name. Last you heard, through Natalie, he and Danielle were going through a rough patch. Cheating accusations on both sides, they'd agreed to a trial separation. "Apparently she isn't as broken hearted as once thought - already shacked up with someone new, fancy house on the coast, new Jag on the driveway, she's doing quite well for herself!" Your chin began to wobble, not unnoticed by Natalie, who placed Jackson in his bouncer on the floor and moved to place a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm fine Nat, honestly I'm good. It was a long time ago, things have changed. I'm not that silly little girl with a crush anymore..." Natalie looked into your eyes. Nothing ever got past her.

"Y/n.. when I said I'd never seen eyes that blue, I meant on a baby. Only one person I know has eyes like that, and I think you know too. Tell me the truth, please?" You were frozen, until tears escaped and you couldn't stop them. Jackson looked to see his mum crying and began crying too. Scooping him up, you held him close.

"It happened once... Just once Nat... And he doesn't know and he doesn't need to know, let's just leave it there, yeah?"

"What?? This is Jim's son? I was almost kidding y/n... How could you keep this from him for 2 years??" She was stood up now in complete shock. Jim wasn't just her friend, he was her husband's brother - this made things even more intense. The atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

"Please Nat... This wasn't easy okay? I was 21, I slept with a married man, and I got pregnant... Then mum died.. I had to go back to London to sort out the funeral and the will... I didn't want to be seen as the homewrecker that got herself knocked up..."

"And what about Jackson? Doesn't he deserve to know his father?"

"Of course... And he would.. when I was ready Nat. And I'm not ready..."

"Not ready for what?" Liam, Natalie's husband was stood in the doorway, as you heard the front door close. Now standing next to him was the man you were desperately trying to avoid... Jim stood behind him, eyes wide at the sight of you with a baby in your arms.

"Baby, we need to go pick up that delivery from the post office, remember the one we missed last week?" Natalie pulled a confused Liam out of the room, leaving his brother and you alone.

"Y/n... Hey.. um.. how are you?" You tried to smile in response but your heart was pounding in your chest, you could barely breathe.

"I.. yeah.. um, yeah I'm okay.." you glanced down at his hand.. the wedding ring was gone. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Olivia..."

"Probably for the best eh... We weren't exactly getting along, just stayed together for the kids I think. They're older now though, they're fine. Y/n.. where did you go? Why did you go?"

"My mum was ill... She'd had a stroke and they couldn't save her, I had to go... I just stayed.. and things happened.."

"You had a baby..." He looked at the little boy in your arms, feeling extremely nervous now. "He must be just over a year old, right?" You nodded.

"13 months.."

"And we... We had sex y/n.. the day before you left..." His own breath was faltering now as the dates in his mind started to catch up. Again, you nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. The realisation of what was happening dawned on Jim. He started to back away, before shaking his head and storming out of the house, the door slamming behind him making you and your son jump.

Your sobs came out in full force now, Liam and Natalie coming back into the room. Liam took Jackson into the kitchen to find him something to eat as Natalie held you.

"It's okay y/n... Give him time yeah? Poor guys just had the shock of his life, he'll come round." Your heart was sinking.. you hadn't meant for any of this to happen, but here it was. The memory of that afternoon had never left you, you hadn't even been able to move on - your son, for starters, looked just like him, how could you find love with anyone with the constant reminder of the man you'd never have around you 24/7.

Flashback

"I'm so sorry Jim, I didn't know who else to call..." You climbed into his car, cheeks burning as he picked you up from outside the pharmacy. You'd been walking along the road when a pothole in the pavement took you by surprise and you'd tripped, your ankle turning funny - the pain was horrific, but no one seemed to be answering your phone calls when you rang around for someone to come pick you up. Reluctantly, you'd dialled Jim's number, your cousin's brother in law. He'd given you his number the previous week, after offering to help you move into your new apartment later that month.

"No problem, I was just dropping the kids at school so I was only round the corner." He helped you into the car and drove you back to his house. "I figured your place is in boxes, no chance of a first aid kit either, I'm guessing?"

"No," You laughed. "Thank you so much.." you grimaced as you turned your foot round, trying to ease the pain.

"Definitely not broken, just need to rest it. I'll put the kettle on." Jim led you into the kitchen and sat you down at the kitchen table, and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge. Lifting your leg onto the chair opposite, he placed the ice pack onto your ankle. "Feeling okay?" He asked, flicking the kettle on and preparing two mugs of coffee.

"Much better.. thank you." Definitely better.. the physical contact from him was driving you insane, you had to swallow the blushes in your cheeks, praying he hadn't noticed.

"I've only got instant coffee... Hope that's okay - Danielle won't let me buy a coffee machine." He rolled his eyes. His wife was one of the tightest women he'd ever met.

"It's fine, thank you.. and I honestly can't thank you enough for coming to get me.. I can't believe how clumsy I am!"

"Hey those pavements are a nightmare - I'm surprised no one's broken a leg yet! Don't you be moving now, I'll take you back home once that swelling has gone down."

"How did you know how to fix it all?"

"I have a son, y/n, who at one stage a few years ago thought he was an actual superhero and would fling himself off anything to check if he could fly.. you learn the difference between a broken ankle and a twisted one pretty quick!" He laughed, remembering the time his son climbed the tallest tree in the park, giving him a heart attack before throwing himself from the top - luckily Jim caught him before he hit the floor.

"I think it's better now, Jim, I can try and walk." You said, after chatting for a while in the large kitchen.

"Let me help you.." he held your hands and guided you upright, your chests now pressed together as you placed your foot gingerly on the floor, testing it's strength. Stumbling slightly, Jim caught you, your bodies now even closer together. You could feel his heart racing, could he feel yours? His hands wrapping around yours, holding you up, an arm snaking round your waist. You looked up and found him looking right back at you, your face inches from his. Before you had time to think, you kissed him, before quickly pulling back.

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh god.. no... I'm sorry..." He took your hand in his and pulled you back to him, pressing his lips back to yours. This time you didn't pull back, your mouth opening allowing his tongue to dance against yours. Lifting you up, he sat you on top of the counter, his hands roaming your body hungrily.

"I can't... I shouldn't..." He murmured against your neck, the vibrations driving you wild with need. "You're so fucking beautiful y/n..." He ground your hips against yours, you could feel his erection through his jeans as you reached down to cup it through them, kneading it slightly. He growled, pulling your hand up to his chest, his heart hammering underneath his shirt. "You feel that? Feel how fast that's going?" Silently you took his hand and placed against your chest.

"Feel mine...." You pushed his hand down lower.. over your breast... Down your stomach and under the waistband of your skirt. His fingers found your folds, and he gasped your name. "I'm wet... I'm so fucking wet..." Lifting your skirt up, he pulled your underwear down. You relieved him of his jeans and they fell to the floor, revealing no underwear, just his huge, hard cock already leaking.

"I see you are too..." You ran a finger along the slit, taking some of the precum and lifting it to your mouth. "You taste good..."

"You want this...?" He asked, lining himself up against you. You nodded, and he pushed in easily, you gasped his name and threw your head back as he filled you completely. Pulling on your hips, he rocked you against him as he moved his own hips back and forth, fucking you against the countertop. You legs wrapped round his waist as his thrusts came harder, deeper, faster.

"Fuck... Right there... Jim... Oh god...." He bit down on your exposed neck, hands pushing against your still covered breasts, he moaned.

"Feels so good y/n... You feel so good... That's it baby, I need to feel you... Cum for me..." You leaned back, and eyes locked with his you drew a hand down to circle your clit as he moved inside you.

"Gonna make myself cum on you... Gonna cum hard for you... Faster Jim..." He pounded into you now, your moans echoing through the kitchen as you came over him, his release following seconds later. Both of you leaned your heads together as your worlds came back into focus.

Present Day

"Hey."

"Hey.." you'd agreed to meet Jim for a coffee a few days later. He'd called you the evening before, slightly tipsy which made you chuckle. Liam and Natalie were watching Jackson while the two of you caught up.

"How's the hangover?" You smiled, he grimaced.

"Well I've definitely felt fresher.. it was a bit of a shock y/n..."

"Listen.. for what it's worth.. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was pregnant until I was nearly 20weeks. With the stress of losing mum and the funeral, I hadn't had a period for a while but I thought it was just the stress.. then my friend convinced me to take a test and the doctors confirming it.. it was too late to do anything about it.. then I heard you and Danielle were trying for another baby and I just couldn't do it Jim.. I couldn't destroy your life like that.." your hands were shaking. He leaned over and took your hands in his.

"I understand y/n.. I do. I spent most of this week thinking about it. I don't blame you for what you did.. but I do wish you'd told me."

"I'd done enough damage Jim, sleeping with a married man? On his kitchen counter where he makes his kids breakfast? Where his wife makes her coffee in the morning? I couldn't face you.. I couldn't face what I'd done.."

"You know where my wife was, that morning?" He leaned back, smiling a little. "At her office, bent over the desk while her boss fucked her from behind. She called my number by accident while it happened. I didn't answer, obviously, I was busy.. but my voicemail picked up the whole thing. I'd had my suspicions for a long time, but that confirmed it. We were never trying for another baby - that's just what she told people to distract them from the fact we were clearly falling apart at the seams. Couldn't exactly be mad at her after what I'd done with you though."

"Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but she didn't know it was you. Then you up and left.. I thought there was no need to tell her who it was. I guess now we kinda have to, right?"

"Jim, I don't expect anything from you, okay? I have an inheritance from my mum, I'm fine for money, there's no need to be involved if it'll cause you problems.."

"No. You've kept him from me for nearly 2 years y/n, don't do this again, please? I'm not asking you to move in, I'm not asking for a relationship, I just want to get to know our boy.. that's all.. please?" You saw it in his eyes. It was there, for all to see. Was it love?

"I'll call Nat.. ask her to bring him over, maybe we could go for a walk?" Jim smiled, nodding. You made the call, and an hour later you were walking to the local park, Jim pushing the stroller. He took Jackson out of the buggy and placed him inside a baby swing, pushing him gently while pulling silly faces making him giggle. Your heart swelled watching them.

"He's incredible.. those eyes.."

"Your eyes, Jim." He looked up at you and smiled listening to his son's giggle, before he started becoming grouchy again.

"He's teething... Come on little man, let's get you back shall we?" Jim lifted him from the swing and placed his little finger in Jackson's mouth. He responded by sucking his gums along it, finding relief. You smiled, watching Him soothe your son's whimpers of pain as his teeth came through.

Making your way inside Natalie's house, you were surprised to find it empty. A note on the kitchen counter read that they'd gone out for the afternoon, they wouldn't be home until the evening. You warmed a bottle of milk for Jackson as Jim gave him some Calpol. Taking the bottle from you, he fed his son, as you watched, heart pounding as you watched the man you were still in love with take such good care of your baby. Within 15 minutes, Jackson was fed and had been rocked to sleep in his father's arms, you took him and placed him upstairs in his cot to nap. You knew he'd be out for at least an hour after all that fresh air. Walking back into the lounge, you found Jim sat on the sofa waiting for you.

"Come here, y/n..." You sat next to him as he turned to face you, hand gently caressing your cheek. "What are we going to do now?"

"I'm heading back to London tomorrow Jim..." His eyes glistened slightly. He'd just found his son, and now he was going again. He'd just got you back in his life, and now you were disappearing again...

"What can I do to make you stay?" His question took you by surprise. Stay?

"Jim, I..."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. about what happened 2 years ago. How long I'd wanted you, how long I'd dreamt of you, how I still dream of you even now.. and we share a son y/n.. I can't let you go again, it'd break me.."

"I'm half your age Jim! I'm barely older than your eldest child, how can this possibly work?" He answered with a kiss. Leaning forward to take your mouth against his, without thinking you returned it, linking your fingers with his as he pulled you into his lap.

"It'll work because we'll make it work.. nothing else matters.. all of that other stuff is irrelevant.." he felt you grind your hips against his and his erection was burning against his jeans. He needed you, now.

"And Danielle?"

"Is fucking a man old enough to be her own father - opinion invalid. I don't care about her, I care about you.. please.." he was aware of how desperate he sounded but he didn't care. He had his hand under your t-shirt against your breast, no bra in the way this time. Lifting you up, he carried you upstairs to the guest room you were staying in, and laid you down softly on the bed underneath him.

"Birth control?" He looked at you, smiling.

"The coil - don't worry, I'm covered this time.." You smiled back as he lifted your t-shirt over your head and kissed you again. The reason for being at the pharmacy 2 years ago was to collect your prescription for the pill - you'd not taken it for a couple of days after running out suddenly. After Jackson was born, you switched to a more efficient form of birth control.

Pulling your skirt down and off, along with your underwear, he nestled his face between your thighs, now parted by his hands.

"I want you to watch me y/n... Watch me as I make you cum..." Your core burning, you raised yourself up on your elbows as he blew a hot breath against your wet folds, causing you to shiver under him. He parted your lips with his fingers, before licking from your pulsing hole up to your clit, finding a rhythm that made you cry out and shudder underneath his tongue. Smiling, groaning into you, you tried to keep your eyes on him as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

"Jim.. don't stop.. oh god..." You hadn't had sex since that afternoon 2 year ago, no one being good enough to compete with the man currently buried between your legs. No pleasure you'd given yourself since was a patch on this, and you felt that burning feeling in your stomach starting to rise. "I'm close... Mm... Fuck I'm close..." Your words barely a whisper but he heard them, pushing harder with his tongue as a finger entered you, hooking upwards to find that spot inside, the one you didn't think actually existed, but there it was.. you bucked against his mouth, coming hard and fast - you felt your liquids gush over his chin, there was no stopping them... "Aha... Oh god Jim... Fuck... Stop, it's too much..." He smiled, blowing another warm breath over you before moving back to your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, turning you on even more.

Flipping him onto his back, you lifted his clothes off him and kissed down his chest. Your core needed a breather before you took him inside you. Licking the top of his now rock hard cock, you slowly sank your lips down, taking him fully inside your mouth. You'd never had a strong gag reflex, and you enjoyed the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"Holy fuck... Jesus y/n... That's it baby..." Up and down your head bobbed, swapping between hard and light sucks, your teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock and your fingers lightly playing with his balls underneath you. Every time you felt them tighten, you'd ease off, allowing him to catch his breath, before bringing him into your mouth again. After a few near explosions, he couldn't take anymore and lifted you off motioning for you to sit on him. "Ride me y/n..." You smiled, and sank your pussy onto him, allowing him to fill you. Slowly so as to adjust to his length, your hips moved, back and forth, up and down, finding the right rhythm for you both. He sat up, chests together and his hands under your thighs as he rotated his hips from underneath, driving his cock against that magical spot again.

"Yes... God that feels good... Jim..."

"I'm not gonna last long y/n..."

"That's okay.. we've got plenty of time to make up for this... Cum in me, give me all of you..." You felt his cock twitch inside you as he moved your hips faster. Leaning back, you rode him hard, the bed frame squeaking underneath as you both cried out, your climaxes arriving simultaneously. Coming back to rest your head against his, you clenched your core once more causing him to gasp as you drew yourself off him slowly. Lay down next to each other, he pulled you into his arms.

"Did you mean what you said?" He asked, kissing your head gently. "Plenty of time?"

"I meant it, Jim... I need to get back to London to sort a few things, put my flat up for sale.. my job... But yes. If you'll have us, we'll come back.." you looked into his eyes. He lifted your head to kiss you and you felt it. All the love you thought you'd never find, in the man you thought you'd never find it with.

Everything was going to be fine, you couldn't wait to start your life over again, this time for the last time.

@margoo0 @queenshelby @peakyscillian @cloudofdisney @ntmynouis @being-worthy