#sorry this sat in my ask box for like 2 days

[viennajoell]

Conflicted Hearts 2

Summary: After being ghosted by her boyfriend Tyler on her birthday, Y/N struggles with lingering emotions and unexpected attention from NHL star Will Smith.

Word Count: 3,130

Warnings: none :)

A/N: this will be the last part!! Hope you enjoy<3

Y/N stared at her phone for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. The unread DM from Will Smith still sat there like a blinking neon sign in her mind—even though she hadn't actually opened it in days. Just his name was enough to stir up that annoying swirl in her stomach. Not butterflies—those were reserved for someone else once. Now? It felt more like a tug. A nudge. A quiet reminder of something she hadn't allowed herself to consider.

Not until now.

The front door creaked open and slammed shut, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Hey, I brought donuts," Jack called out, his voice echoing through the house. "And before you ask, yes—I got your favorite. Cinnamon sugar. Because I'm thoughtful and emotionally intelligent."

She couldn't help but smile as Jack entered the room like a golden retriever with a pastry box.

Behind him, Quinn and Luke followed. Of course they were all here. They'd made it a habit lately—checking in on her like some protective, sarcastic brotherly patrol.

"Thanks," Y/N muttered, taking the box and setting it on the kitchen counter. "You didn't have to."

"Yeah, we did," Quinn said, not looking at her as he opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. "We figured today might be... weird."

She didn't need to ask what he meant.

Tyler was back in town.

It had been three weeks since her birthday. Three weeks since he'd jetted off to the Bahamas with barely a text goodbye. Three weeks of silence, overthinking, and long nights spent staring at the ceiling. Now he was back. And she hadn't seen him once.

Jack popped a donut in his mouth, talking around the sugar. "You gonna see him?"

Y/N leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "I don't know. Should I?"

Luke snorted. "You asking us? 'Cause we're all gonna say no."

"I mean, maybe not right away," Quinn offered carefully, more diplomatic as always. "But if you need closure... or answers... maybe."

She looked down at the counter. "He texted me last night."

All three of them turned to her at once.

Jack's eyebrows shot up. "And you didn't say anything?!"

"Because I didn't answer him!" she snapped. "I don't know what to say. 'Hey, welcome back from your tropical escape while I was crying into cake alone'? Yeah, no thanks."

Luke leaned on the island. "Then don't say anything. That guy ghosted you. On your birthday. If he wanted to talk, he could've picked up the phone three weeks ago."

Quinn nodded in agreement. "He should've come to you with answers, not a 'u up?' message."

Y/N cracked a small smile. "It wasn't a 'u up' text."

Jack pulled out his phone dramatically. "Okay, but hypothetically, if Will Smith were to DM you again—then what?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "You're never letting that go, are you?"

"Absolutely not," Jack said proudly. "Dude's got the best slapshot in the league and a jawline that could cut glass. Just saying. Upgrade."

Luke jumped in, grinning. "He liked your last post, too. I saw it."

Her eyes widened. "How the hell do you know that?"

Luke shrugged with exaggerated innocence. "Because I stalk your comments. You're my sister. It's in the job description."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Wait... he liked the one from the cabin trip?"

Y/N nodded slowly, trying not to read into it. "Yeah. That one."

Jack wiggled his brows. "You looked good in that pic, too. Like, 'Sorry Tyler, this ship's sailed' good."

Y/N blushed, but didn't protest this time. Something in her was shifting. For once, the idea of Tyler—his voice, his laugh, his presence—didn't spark comfort. It sparked questions. Regret. Frustration.

But Will?

Will had shown interest. Quiet, respectful interest. And he'd done it without knowing she was in the middle of an emotional disaster. He'd just seen her. Liked what he saw. And reached out. Simple. Clean.

Real.

She bit her lip and glanced at her phone again.

Luke caught the glance. "Just open the damn DM, Y/N."

"I already did," she said softly.

The room went silent for a beat.

Quinn set down his water. "...And?"

Y/N took a deep breath. "It was nice. He said he hoped I had a good birthday. That he was sorry if it was weird messaging while I was probably busy. And... that if I was ever free, he'd love to take me out for coffee."

Jack let out a low whistle. "Smooth. He's got game."

"And he kept it classy," Luke added. "Respectful. No 'hey beautiful' crap or weird emojis?"

"Nope," Y/N said. "Just... genuine. Kind."

They were quiet again, but this time it felt different. The judgment wasn't there. Just curiosity. Maybe even... hope?

"So?" Quinn finally asked. "Are you gonna reply?"

Y/N didn't answer right away.

But then she smiled, slowly, and picked up her phone.

"I think I might."

—

Two days later, Y/N stood outside Tyler’s apartment, hands stuffed into her jacket pockets, heart tight in her chest.

She’d texted him. Not with hope. Not with curiosity. Just clarity.

Can we talk?

He’d replied almost immediately: Yeah. Of course.

The door opened, and there he was. Tyler. The same tousled hair. The same soft hoodie she used to steal. But something was different now. She didn’t feel like she was coming home—she felt like she was visiting an old place that used to mean something.

“Hey,” he said, stepping aside.

“Hey.”

She walked in. He closed the door behind her.

Neither of them sat.

Tyler rubbed the back of his neck. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually come.”

“I wasn’t sure either.”

Silence stretched awkwardly between them.

Finally, she exhaled. “Tyler, what happened?”

He swallowed. “I messed up. I know that. I just—things were getting serious. And I panicked. I felt like I didn’t know what I wanted anymore, and I didn’t want to drag you through that.”

“So instead, you left. No warning. No honesty. You just ghosted me. On my birthday.”

“I thought I was protecting you.”

Y/N laughed—a short, bitter sound. “You weren’t protecting me, Tyler. You were avoiding your own mess.”

He looked down.

“I loved you,” she said softly. “And you disappeared. I waited. I cried. I tried to convince myself you’d come back with something—anything—that made this make sense.”

“I didn’t know how to explain myself.”

“You didn’t even try.”

Tyler stepped closer, his voice low. “I’m sorry. I still care about you.”

She didn’t step back. But she didn’t move forward either. “But you didn’t choose me. When things got hard, you ran.”

His expression tightened. “And now?”

“Now?” She smiled sadly. “I’m choosing me.”

A long pause.

“Is there... someone else?”

Y/N hesitated, but only for a second. “Maybe. But this isn’t about him. It’s about us. And how we were never really in the same place.”

Tyler nodded slowly, jaw clenched. “You deserve someone who shows up.”

“I know.”

And with that, she left.—

Will was waiting outside his car when she pulled into the parking lot later that evening.

He smiled when he saw her. "You okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I am now."

He didn't press. Just opened the door for her. "Pizza and no emotional trauma sound good?"

She laughed. "Perfect."

—

The city lights shimmered off the river as Will leaned against the hood of his car, waiting outside the bookstore they’d agreed to meet at.

When Y/N arrived, his face lit up.

“Hey,” he said, stepping forward with a cautious smile. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Actually... I think I really am.”

He didn’t push. Just opened the door for her like a gentleman born out of another era.

The pizza place was a hole-in-the-wall with mismatched chairs and Christmas lights still hanging in August. She loved it immediately.

“Okay,” Will said, sliding into the booth. “I have two questions.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Hit me.”

“One—how do you feel about pineapple on pizza?”

“I support it. Strongly.”

He looked relieved. “Great. This might work.”

“And two?”

“Do you always rearrange your toppings before eating or was that just a one-time thing on your Instagram story?”

Y/N stared. “You stalked my pizza habits?”

“Extensively. I’m doing my due diligence.”

She laughed—loud, real, unexpected. “Fine. Yes. I rearrange. I’m not proud of it, but I stand by it.”

“Good,” he said, grinning. “Chaos respects chaos.”

They ate. They joked. He told stories about rookie hazing rituals in the NHL. She told him about the time she accidentally joined a yoga class for toddlers and didn’t realize until halfway through the session.

By the time they ended up back at the same bookstore, just browsing and making sarcastic commentary about weird book covers, Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this... free.

Will handed her a worn copy of a poetry book she’d once mentioned in passing. “Saw this earlier. Thought it looked like you.”

Her heart fluttered.

“You’re a menace,” she said softly.

“Only part-time,” he replied. “Full-time, I’m just a guy hoping this isn’t our last date.”

They stood under the amber streetlight as the night wound down. He reached for her hand—no pressure, just warmth.

And she didn’t let go.

Y/N got home later that night, cheeks sore from smiling and the poetry book tucked under her arm like a secret.

The second she stepped through the door, Jack shouted from the couch, “So? Do we need to change your emergency contact, or what?”

Luke peeked over the back of the couch. “She’s got that ‘just got held tenderly by a respectful man’ glow.”

Quinn strolled in from the kitchen holding a bowl of popcorn. “Tell us everything. Don’t spare the details.”

Y/N flopped into the recliner with a dramatic sigh. “Okay. First of all—pizza. Extra cheese. No judgment. He even offered me the slice with the most pepperoni.”

Jack gasped. “A keeper.”

“Then we walked into this little bookstore and he remembered a book I mentioned once. Like, weeks ago. Just casually pulls it off the shelf like it’s nothing.”

Luke blinked. “He listens? Is he from Earth?”

“And he makes awful jokes. Like, pun-level disaster humor. I might be in trouble.”

Quinn leaned forward. “Kiss? No kiss?”

She smiled. “No kiss. Just… he held my hand. The whole walk back to the car.”

Jack launched a throw pillow at Luke. “Okay, I officially approve. Guy’s not rushing. That’s a rare species.”

Luke nodded. ��Did he do the door-open thing?”

“All of them,” Y/N said. “He even waited until I buckled my seatbelt before driving.”

The boys let out a collective groan.

“Okay, but real talk,” Quinn asked, voice softer. “How do you feel?”

Y/N looked down at her hands, then up again. “Like I’ve been underwater for a long time... and tonight, I finally came up for air.”

They didn’t tease her after that.

Just smiled.

And for the first time in a long time, so did she.

[octaviusing]

How would ford react to someone other than bill seeing his face? I’m quite curious….. 👀 👀 👀

hehehe WELL, as you know, we have seen what happens if you forcibly take the wraps off him here

This however is how it usually goes down..

However! at first, he didn't really mind, he just knew Bill was protective over that and he is loyal to his husbands wishes..

but its been so long, hes feels wrong and exposed showing his face now, in short, if its an accident, he still freaks out and tries to hide his face. Its only for Bill (◡‿◡✿)

[bunny-jpeg]

Can I please get a tiramisu with a side of champagne with an innocent reader and Lando Norris, please. 🙏

bakery menu

want to suggest your own order? read the menu! i love the idea of an innocent!reader, that's so cute. with a sugar daddy!lando!! i imagine him being so sweet but then being a little devil in the bedroom! i hope you love this <3

tiramisu ("my little slut to ruin") + champagne (sugar daddy au) served by lando norris (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, sugar daddy au, fluff, dom!lando, mean!lando (in the bedroom), doggy style, dirty talk (a little degrading), innocent!reader, big dick!lando

lando didn't like the word "sugar daddy", because that implied he was paying you for sex. in all honesty, he felt nervous the first time he had sex with you.

you were a virgin, and he was taking your virginity. not that he really put much stock in the concept of virginity, but he didn't want to ruin your first time. he remembered that he fingered you for what felt like hours because he didn't want to bruise you.

when he did that he said to you, "i know this is stupid to say. but, i'm sorry for having a big cock." he made sure that you were comfortable before he (gently) fucked you. he remembered anxiously waiting while you basked in the after glow of orgasm to get a rating of his performance.

(you gave it 10/10!, even if you were a little sore the next morning)

since then you had grown into knowing what you like and don't like. you were curious as you never had a partner prior and through trial, error and the usage of safe words. you both figured out what you both liked.

lando didn't like slapping you, unless it was on your ass. you didn't like having you hair pulled. you both liked lando ran his mouth, even when his words got more depraved. lando liked when you called him daddy and you liked when he wrapped both arms around you when he took you doggy style. and you both liked after care, regardless of how intense the situation got. you both found comfort in holding one another as you settled down.

so was it really paying for sex if you were both getting off to it and had an open conversation? probably not!

-

you two had come back from a day of shopping. when most thought about a sugar baby spending their daddy's money. it mostly meant expensive items like diamonds and gold.

but not you. when you were picking up a bulk pack of cotton panties and winced at the price (under 8€), while lando sent you back into the store to get a second pack.

"it's fine, my love." he said as he gave you cheek a little pinch, "they're cute. they have flowers on them." and then scanned the rest of your items when you were away. you were a terrible sugar baby in that regard.

he one time found you cutting out a coupon from the cereal box and when he asked you what was going on. you said, "save us 2 euros." as you cut up the cardboard.

lando found it endearing. you clearly knew how much he was making a year, he could afford spending the extra 2 euros on cereal. but, you wanted to earn your keep.

you put the reusable bag in the bedroom before you got out of your clothes for the day. which meant padding around in a baggy t-shirt and sleeping shorts. you had socks on that were pulled up to your calves, they were a little bit big on you which made you think they were landos.

but they were very comfy as you went back to the couch. you sat down and lando threw an arm around you. he had taken one of the popsicles you bought on your last shopping trip and when you sat beside him, he pointed it towards you..

you leaned over and put your mouth around it, you made a sweet noise at the coolness on your tongue. it was very erotic. you looked up at him and gave the icy treat another lick.

sometimes lando forgot how innocent you were. you didn't know what you were doing when you pulled away and giggled.

"that was really good." you said, "can i have some more?" before he could respond, you happily ate some more of it.

when you pulled away, you could see lando swallow. you asked, "is everything okay, lando?"

he leaned in and pressed a kiss on your lips. the kiss was a big hungry as he felt his cock stir in his pants. when he pulled away, "finish it."

you took it from him, but when you did. he snaked his hand down the front of your shorts and he invaded your space. you yelped a little but moaned when you felt his fingers grazed across your pussy.

you quickly ate the sweet treat before lando took the stick and tossed it over his shoulder before be pulled him into a tight kiss. his fingers continued to play with your pussy.

"you're my good girl, right? my little slut to ruin?" he asked to test the waters if you wanted to go forward with it. he could feel his erection in his loose shorts.

you looked very hot pressed against the leather couch. you nodded, "i'm always a good girl for you, daddy." when lando gave you room, you quickly made your way to the bedroom.

lando thought you were painfully innocent sometimes. the idea that he was teaching you how to make yourself feel good made pride surge in him. it was so cute watching your little behind as you made your way to the bedroom.

he practically tackled you to the bed and rubbed his aching clothed erection against your ass as he palmed your breasts through your shirt, his nose was in your hair.

"daddy!" you yelped.

"you're so good for me. i've taught you how to feel good." he groaned as he continued to rub up against you, "i still have so much to teach you, poor thing can't take all of my cock down her pretty throat. maybe i'll get you a nice pink collar when i train you."

you whined, your panties felt soaked by his closeness to you. his hefty words in your ears as you wiggled under him. you soon felt his hands go to the waistband on your shorts and yank them down.

he continued to rub his cock up against your panty clad ass, he needed his baby girl. it wasn't fair that there were still so many layers on you.

he gave you a little room and watched you undress as he did the same. he stood there, beautiful as ever with his hard cock on full display. once you were naked, he got back onto the bed as rubbed his cock up against your cute little hole.

"you're so pretty like this. on your hands and knees, shiny hole for me." he groaned as he guided his cock into your pussy, bottoming out into you. he held onto your hips and started to thrust.

it was true, you were painfully cute. the perfect baby girl for him, even if he couldn't have sex with you. being around you and your sweetness was more than enough for him.

once he got a steady pace, he then wrapped his arms around you middle as he moved against you. he pressed his cheek up against your back as he rutted against you. the slick sounds of sex paired with your noises filled the room.

lando whispered praises into your skin as he moved. his cock felt so good inside of you, his breathing was heavy as he kept his pace fast. he felt the roll of pleasure in his body and he groaned heavily against you.

his cock throbbed inside of you. your cunt felt like a dream. it made him hot all over. you were painfully cute, even when you were being split by his impressive size.

"please, daddy. that feels so good." you whined as you arched your back. you could feel the pull of him in your stomach. your brain felt mushy, fueled by pleasure as he moved against you.

lando groaned against your skin, "you're the perfect girl for me. i lucked out, fuck. you're so good for me. clipping coupons and letting me fuck your sweet pussy. i lucked out." he kissed your heated flesh.

"please daddy."

"don't worry. i'm not goin' anywhere. i'm not leaving behind something so perfect." he kissed then at your cheek and rested his chin on your shoulder as he fucked you heavily.

his words made you hot all over, he watched you claw at the covers as he continued to thrust into you. he could feel the sweat down his neck as he continued to move.

the pleasure swirled through him as he moved. it all felt so good, it made him painfully hard. your combined noises made him shudder, he knew he wasn't going to last long. and neither were you.

you quickly came with your head in the sheets, your back arched further. you felt your heartbeat in your ears as he continued to fuck you. it was a erotic sight, the two of you fucking in the comfort of your own home.

"my precious girl."

"mmm, daddy." you whined, basking in the post orgasmic feeling.

he clenched onto you and finished inside of you with a hard thrust. he'd make sure you weren't in pain by tomorrow. he slowed down his pace to a still before he kissed the back of your head and whispered that he loved you.

you laid flat on the bed and found comfort in the soft covers as you panted heavily. lando then curled you up in his arms. he spooned you from behind as he kissed at your neck. you were so painfully cute, even when blissed out from the intensity of sex. he kissed at the shell of your ear gently.

"how was that? did i hurt you?"

you held onto his forearms as he held you and replied, "no, no. everything is perfect." you pressed your back further up against you and smiled softly, "you spoil me."

he chuckled and gave you another kiss on the neck, "always. i'll always spoil my baby." he squeezed you a little tighter. that was a promise to you.

[barcapix]

could u do a hector fort x reader where he’s at training and during the break, one of his teammates show him multiple social media posts uploaded by his mom of her and his gf of 2-years having a girls day without him knowing prior. the whole team is teasing him and saying how locked in they are and he’s just so happy asf saying that’s wifey and stuff like that xx

✮ Tú y Mamá - Hector Fort

hector fort x fem!reader

sy: hector’s mood had been low all day, from your absent messages for hours. what he doesn’t know though, is your date with his mother was what you were up to.

a/n: this was a little crammed into my schedule to write, so im really sorry if it’s a lil stiff but ty for the req 🧡(ifykyk @n0vazsq)

warnings: nope!

the ciutat esportiva was electric, barça players scattered out amongst the pitch, immersed within a full spectrum of excersise and activities.

hector was completing goal warmups, firing past numerous balls beyond inaki. nearby, cubarsí and lamine were atop a cooler box, following every movement hector made.

“he looks sorta angry doesn’t he?” lamine nodded over, grabbing pau’s attention. “i wonder what’s up with him.”

“did you not hear what he was talking to balde and ansu about? his girl hadn’t messaged him this morning.” pau noted in all solemnity.

“what?” lamine grinned, “are you serious? de ninguna manera.”

“im serious.” pau scoffed, shaking his head. “he’s crazy over that girl.”

lamine let out an exasperated sigh, watching as hansi blew out his whistle to signal the first water break of the morning.

hector kept his head low, strutting past the two guys in a seemingly rushed hurry. his eyes were locked onto the ramp to the lockers, as lamine and pau instantly followed his footsteps.

their cleats were in a rhythmic motion, the clicks bouncing from the concrete walls onto the otherwise silent hallway. hector’s movements had stopped at this point, an eerie silence lingering.

“hey hermano?” lamine called out, his voice echoing off the bricks. they meet face with the locker room, sighting hector’s figure silhouetted in the dim light. he sat on the bench below his locker, head in hands.

his curls were messy and crumbled, his jersey clinging to his sweat-drenched body—his toned abs on display.

“why are you in here man? your bottles outside.” pau walked on closer, gently swatting his head.

hector let past a low murmur, tugging his shirt over his head. lamine frowned, taking a seat next to him.

“what’s the matter with you amigo? you don’t seem yourself today.” he further pressed, as they exchanged a knowing look.

“im alright, just tired.” he grumbled. it probably would of been believable if his voice wasn’t so threaded with tension.

“ey, the usual im tired gimmick,” pau teased but tone firm. “seriously hector, what is it?”

as hector was about to retaliate, a follow-up echo of shoes clacked against the floor, revealing a wide-eyed gavi, pedri, casado and olmo.

“coach has been looking everywhere for you three!” dani exclaimed, flailing his arms. “why are you all in here?”

pedri sighed in relief whilst muttering a small, “i told you so,” to gavi who didn’t seem to hear.

“ask him that,” lamine gestured to hector, inviting the four players near. the group drew closer, with raised brows and curious expressions upon hector’s uncharacteristic gloom.

“we saw you with that dopey look on your face earlier,” gavi tried to lighten the somber mood, grinning. “wipe that glare off man.”

hector didn’t comment, he just kept his gaze onto his lap where he was fidgeting with his jersey.

casado huffed, trying to bring reassurance. “it’s not personal H, she’s just busy with your mom.”

the words rolled off his tongue simultaneously, though by the look on hectors face, he immediately regretted it.

“she’s what?” hector abruptly stood up, voice rising and laced with confusion.

“uh, yeah, she’s been with your mom all morning.” the spaniard mumbled, stepping back ever so subtly.

“how do you know?” hector advanced onto him, his face now inches apart from marc’s. hector’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his cheek twitching.

“oh si.. she posted it on instagram,” he gulped, the colour drained from his face. “earlier.”

hector’s glare intensified, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “my question is, why do you follow her?” he interrogated.

“no reason.. i follow everybody.” he said weakly, hurriedly shoving his phone into his pocket.

hectors eyes narrowed, the type of look that made marc shift uncomfortably. as though he was about to burst, pau quickly intervened, slinging his arm over his shoulder. “don’t worry hermano, he followed my sister and her friends who he’s never even met before.”

marc let out a sigh of relief, dropping his tense shoulders. a few of the boys snickered, poking fun at casado for his internet obsession.

pau continued, slowly steering hector’s attention away, “and get this, he liked so many of her posts that her boyfriend had to step in.” pau proceeded laughing, causing casado cheeks to blush.

“ey! i was admiring her aesthetic!” marc tried to defend, though that never really stopped the rest of them making fun of him.

“can’t you do that with your own sister? i don’t blame irene for blocking you!” pedri clapped his back.

“what? irene blocked you?” lamine doubled over laughing, clutching his stomach for air. “no way!”

“okay whatever whatever, show me again.” hector interrupted the guys’ gig, motioning for gavi’s phone.

pablo protested, although dani elllbowed him into submission. reluctantly, he pulled up the post on his phone, as hector took it from his hands.

hector flicked through the numerous posts, images of you and his mother laughing, posing, and seemingly drunk off merriment.

they featured everything from coffee dates and endearingly charming selfies, to affectionate boasts about your latest matching nail sets together.

each photo possessed a natural setting, no forced chemistry, no pre-practised techniques nor any false smiles. hector couldn’t shake the swell of his heart that was multiplying with each swipe, his grin only growing wider.

the simplicity of all of the candid shots, brought an unwavering, flustering emotion over him—his earlier frustration melted away. who knew that all he needed was a few coupled images of the two women he loved most in this world, to cure his dishevels.

“look at that smile on his face,” lamine teased. “he’s so happy, it’s disgusting.”

“see the way he’s invested in them,” gavi added, him and pedri similarly leaning into eachother by snickering. “he’s completely gone.”

“she’s got you hooked man,” dani commented, also grinning ear to ear.

laughter filled the room again, but this time, hector joined in. he ran a hand through his hair, with pablo’s phone still in hand, gazing fondly at the screen.

“at least we now know who really runs your life,” pedri qipped finally.

“she’s worth it though, they both are,” he said simply, the sincerity in his voice silencing any further teasing.

the others nodded, their teasing softening into gentle ribbing. “of course she is,” marc stated. “just don’t let her forget it.”

hector chuckled, his heart now infinitely lighter than it had been all morning and his mind no longer foggy. “believe me, i won’t.”

[mrs-delaney]

Teleport 2 Me

Joe Burrow x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k and some change

Request: I was wondering to get a Joe burrow imagine where his fiancé is planning a surprise with kid cudi for their wedding. Whether it is kid cudi singing their first dance song or singing her down the aisle towards to Joe. But she had to turn off her location so the surprise can work because Joe would see where she at if she was taking forever to come home.

Author's Note: I loved the concept of this request immediately! The idea of trying to coordinate one of Joe's favs like Kid Cudi while keeping it from someone as observant as he is? Pure disaster potential. I chose the first dance route with "Teleport 2 Me" because the lyrics about wanting to be close despite distance felt perfect for them.

Thanks to the anon who requested this - hope it lived up to what you were imagining! 🤍 I'm slowly but surely working through them I promise.

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You pulled into the driveway at 10:47 PM, which was later than you'd told Joe you'd be home. Again. Every light in the house was on—porch lights, upstairs lights, the whole first floor lit up. Joe's way of letting you know he was awake and waiting without saying it.

Probably watching film. 

Your phone buzzed with a text from Cudi's manager: Rehearsal tomorrow at 2. Can you make it?

Tomorrow Joe had meetings with his agent until 4, which meant you could easily make it and be home before he was. You typed back: I'll be there.

The front door opened before you could reach it.

"Long day?" Joe asked, stepping aside to let you in. His voice was casual, but you caught the way his eyes scanned your face, looking for something. Clues.

"The Kroger campaign is killing me," you said, which wasn't technically a lie. The Kroger campaign was killing you—it just wasn't why you'd been gone for twelve hours. "Sorry I'm so late."

Joe nodded, following you into the kitchen. "You eat?"

"Grabbed something at the office." Another lie. You'd eaten takeout at the recording studio while listening to Kid Cudi run through "Teleport 2 Me" for the third time, making sure it would be perfect for your first dance.

"You've never had to work Sundays before."

The comment was light, conversational, but you knew Joe well enough to hear the edge underneath. He was starting to notice patterns. Starting to ask the questions you'd been dreading.

"It's just until the wedding," you said, hating how easily the deflection came. "Then everything calms down."

Joe's laptop was open on the counter, some defensive scheme paused mid-play. He'd been waiting for you to get home. Had been waiting for hours.

"Come here," he said quietly.

You stepped closer, letting him pull you between his knees where he sat on the barstool. His hands settled at your waist, thumbs brushing against the fabric of your shirt.

"You sure you're okay? You've been..." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Pulling away lately."

Your heart hammered against your ribs. Three weeks of this secret had you jumping at shadows, and Joe's ability to read people like a book wasn't making it any easier.

"I'm not pulling away," you said quickly, reaching up to touch his face. "I'm just stressed about work and the wedding and trying to get everything perfect for us. I love you. I can't wait to marry you. It's just... a lot right now."

That got a small smile out of him, but his eyes stayed concerned.

"3 more days," he said, like he was trying to convince himself everything was normal.

* * *

You'd been at the venue for three hours, watching Kid Cudi run through the acoustic arrangement of "Teleport 2 Me" while his sound engineer adjusted levels for the reception space. Your phone had been buzzing periodically with texts from Joe, but you'd kept it on silent, location services turned off. The last thing you needed was him seeing you were at the wedding venue when you'd told him you were staying late at the office.

How's the Kroger campaign going?

Want me to pick up dinner?

Call me when you're wrapping up

Each message made your stomach twist a little tighter. Five days until the wedding, and you were running out of believable excuses for these long absences.

"I think we've got it," Cudi said, setting down his guitar. "The acoustic version's going to be perfect for the first dance."

You smiled, finally allowing yourself to feel excited instead of anxious. "He's going to lose his mind. He has no clue."

"Good. That's what we're going for." He grinned. "Man, I can't wait to see his reaction. This is gonna be special." He stood up, stretching. "Same time tomorrow for final soundcheck?"

Tomorrow's rehearsal was scheduled for 2 PM again, right when Joe would be at his final suit fitting. Another narrow window to coordinate around his schedule.

"I'll be there."

The drive home felt longer than usual, your mind already crafting explanations for why you'd been unreachable for the past hour. Traffic. Difficult client. Phone on silent during a presentation. All technically possible, none of them true.

Joe's car was in the garage when you pulled in.

"Hey," you called as you walked in, dropping your purse on the counter. "Sorry, that meeting ran forever."

Joe looked up from his laptop, where he appeared to be reviewing some kind of contract. "No problem. How'd it go?"

"Good. Finally got the creative approved." The lie came easily now, which should have bothered you more than it did. "What time did you get home?"

"Around six." He closed the laptop, giving you his full attention. "Your location's been off all day."

The statement was casual, conversational, but something in his tone made you freeze. You forced yourself to look confused, pulling out your phone.

"What? Let me check..." You tapped through to settings, pretending to investigate while your heart hammered. "That's weird."

Joe was already pulling up his phone, fingers moving across the screen with practiced ease. "It's back on now," he said, turning the screen toward you. There you were, a little dot on the map in your kitchen.

You stared at it for a beat too long before responding. "Huh. That's weird. I didn't turn it off. Must be a glitch."

"Must be," Joe agreed, but his eyes stayed on your face.

The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken questions. Joe had always been good at reading tells—it's what made him great at his position, the ability to see what defenses were really doing beneath the surface. And right now, you felt completely transparent.

"I'm going to shower," you said finally, needing to escape his analytical gaze.

"Yeah, okay." He reopened his laptop, but you could feel him watching as you headed toward the stairs.

In the bathroom, you leaned against the closed door and exhaled slowly. That had been close.  Joe wasn't stupid, and he definitely wasn't the type to let inconsistencies slide without eventually asking direct questions.

Your phone buzzed with a text from Cudi's manager: Tomorrow's rehearsal moved to 1 PM. Still work for you?

You typed back quickly: Perfect. See you then.

One more day. One more lie. And then Joe would understand why you'd been so secretive, why you'd been pulling away, why you'd been turning your location off and coming home exhausted from "work meetings" that made no sense.

When you came back downstairs twenty minutes later, Joe was still at the counter, but his laptop was closed again. He looked up as you entered the kitchen, and something in his expression had shifted.

"Everything okay?" you asked, though you weren't sure you wanted to hear the answer.

"Yeah," he said, but his tone suggested otherwise. "Just thinking."

About what, you wanted to ask, but didn't. Because you were pretty sure you already knew.

Joe stood, moving toward you with that measured way he approached everything when he was processing information. His hands found your waist, thumbs brushing against your sides.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" he said quietly. "If something's going on, if you're stressed about the wedding or work or... if you're having second thoughts, we can cancel everything right now and just do something you and me. Whatever you need."  The sincerity in his voice almost broke you. Here he was, offering you an out, a chance to come clean, and all you could do was lie to his face again.

"I know," you said, reaching up to touch his jaw. "I want this wedding, Joe. I want to marry you in front of everyone. It's just work stuff - I've been putting in extra hours because of all the time we're taking off for the honeymoon. I promise it'll calm down once we're back."

Joe nodded, but you could see he wasn't entirely convinced. His quarterback brain was filing away details, building a case, waiting for more evidence before making his move.

"Okay," he said simply, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I trust you."

The words hit like a punch to the chest. He trusted you, and you were lying to him 2 days before your wedding. For a good reason, but still lying.

"I love you," you said, meaning it more than you'd ever meant anything.

"I love you too."

But as he held you in the quiet kitchen, you could feel something shifting between you. A small crack in the foundation of trust you'd built together, one that you hoped would heal completely when he finally understood what you'd been doing.

2 more days. You just had to make it 2 more days.

* * *

You were running out of believable excuses, and Joe was running out of patience.

"I can come with you," he'd said that morning when you mentioned needing to run wedding errands. "Help carry stuff, keep you company."

The offer was sweet and completely normal, which made lying about it feel even worse.

"I'm just getting my nails done baby" you'd said quickly. "Rumi is coming with me. Girl time, you know?"

Joe had nodded, but something in his expression suggested he was filing that information away with all the other inconsistencies he'd been cataloging.

Now you were pulling into the driveway after three and a half hours at the venue, coordinating final details with Kid Cudi and his team. Your phone showed two missed texts from Joe:

Nails taking forever?

You good?

You'd responded with vague reassurances about the salon being busy, but as you walked toward the front door, you realized your hands looked exactly the same as when you'd left that morning.

Joe was in the kitchen when you walked in, laptop closed in front of him, arms crossed. The posture of someone who'd been thinking.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

"Good. They were super busy, but Rumi and I got to catch up." The lie felt heavier each time you told one. "Sorry it took so long."

Joe's eyes dropped to your hands, taking in your unchanged manicure with the same analytical precision he used to read defensive formations.

"It doesn't take three and a half hours to get your fucking nails done."

The statement hung between you, sharp and pointed. You looked down at your hands, realizing too late that your excuse had fallen apart before you'd even made it through the door.

"They were really backed up," you said weakly. "And we grabbed lunch after."

"Your nails look exactly the same as they did this morning."

There was frustration in his voice, that quiet anger that meant he was putting pieces together and didn't like what he was finding. You could practically see him building his case, the same way he processed information on the field.

Your phone rang before you could respond, Kid Cudi's manager's name flashing on the screen. The timing couldn't have been worse.

"I should take this," you said, already moving toward the sliding door to the backyard.

"At 8 PM? The night before our wedding?"

You were already outside, pressing accept before Joe could ask any more questions.

"Hey, Dennis," you said quietly, glancing back toward the house. Joe was still visible through the glass, watching.

"Just wanted to confirm timing for tomorrow," Dennis said. "Cudi will be there at six for final sound check. We've got the acoustic guitar ready, and he knows to stay hidden until the DJ calls him out."

"Perfect," you whispered, turning away from the house. "And he remembers—"

"Make sure Joe can't know until the moment, yeah. We've kept it secret this long, we're not blowing it now."

Relief flooded through you. Tomorrow night, all of this secrecy would finally make sense. Joe would understand why you'd been pulling away, why you'd been lying, why you'd been—

The sliding door opened behind you.

"I have to go," you said quickly, ending the call.

Joe was standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable in the dim porch light.

"Work call?" he asked as you walked back inside.

"Yeah, just... client thing."

"At eight PM. The night before our wedding." His voice was still level, but you could hear the edge creeping in. "About someone who can't know what?"

Your stomach dropped. "What?"

"I heard you. 'Make sure he can't know until...' and something about keeping secrets." Joe closed the sliding door behind you, his movements deliberate. "Who is 'he'? And what have you been keeping secret?"

The kitchen suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in as Joe's pale blue eyes stayed fixed on your face. This was it. The moment you'd been dreading for three weeks.

"It's not what you think—"

"Then tell me what it is." He stepped closer, and you could see the hurt starting to break through his controlled exterior. "Because from where I'm standing, my fiancée has been lying to me for weeks. Disappearing for hours, turning her location off, taking mysterious calls about keeping secrets from some guy."

"Joe—"

"You said you were getting your nails done, but they look exactly the same. You've been 'working late' every night for two weeks. Your location's been off more times than I can count." His voice was getting quieter, more controlled, which somehow made it worse. "So help me understand what I'm missing here."

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Every instinct screamed to tell him the truth, to end this nightmare and explain everything. But tomorrow was your wedding day. Tomorrow night, when Kid Cudi walked out with his guitar, Joe would understand. You just had to make it eighteen more hours.

"I can't," you said finally.

"You can't." Joe repeated the words like he was testing how they sounded. "You can't tell your fiancé what you've been doing or who you've been talking to."

"It's not like that."

"Then what is it like?" The hurt was fully visible now, cutting through his usual composure. "Because I'm running out of explanations that don't involve you seeing someone else."

The accusation hit like a physical blow. "How can you say that? How can you think that about me?"

"What am I supposed to think?" Joe's voice cracked slightly. "You disappear for hours with bullshit excuses. You're taking secret calls about some guy who can't know something. You won't tell me what's going on." He ran a hand through his hair, the first sign of his legendary control slipping. "If you're having second thoughts about us, about the wedding, just tell me. Don't... don't do this."

"I'm not having second thoughts." The words came out fierce, desperate. "I love you. I want to marry you tomorrow more than I've ever wanted anything."

"Then tell me what's going on."

You stared at him, this man you loved more than breathing, watching him break apart because of your lies. Every fiber of your being wanted to explain, to take away the pain in his eyes, to make him understand that everything you'd done was for him.

"I can't," you whispered again.

Something shifted in Joe's expression then, shutting down like a computer going into safe mode. The hurt was still there, but buried under layers of protection.

"Okay," he said quietly. "I guess I'll figure it out eventually."

He moved past you toward the stairs, his shoulder brushing yours in the narrow space.

"Joe, wait—"

"I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight," he said without turning around. "And if there's someone else... if that's what this is... don't make me stand up there tomorrow. Just tell me now."

You listened to his footsteps on the stairs, heard the guest room door close with a soft click. The kitchen fell silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the sound of your heart breaking.

Eighteen more hours. You just had to survive eighteen more hours, and then he'd understand. Then he'd know that every lie, every secret, every moment of distance had been because you loved him so much you were willing to risk everything to give him something perfect.

* * *

You didn't see Joe until you were walking down the aisle.

The morning had been a whirlwind of hair and makeup and your sister fussing over the bustle of your dress, everyone too busy to notice that you kept checking your phone for updates from Kid Cudi's team. The ceremony was at four, reception at six, and Cudi had already done his sound check that morning while you were getting ready. Everything was falling into place exactly as you'd planned for three weeks.

But first, you had to marry Joe.

When the music started and the doors opened, revealing the intimate garden ceremony you'd dreamed about, your breath caught. There he was, standing at the altar in his perfectly tailored navy suit, hands clasped in front of him, looking like he'd stepped out of a magazine. But it was his face that made your chest tighten.

The moment he saw you, everything shifted. The careful distance from this morning, the hurt from last night—all of it dissolved as his expression transformed into something soft and wondering. This was the Joe you'd fallen in love with, the one who looked at you like you were the only person in the world who mattered.

Your dad squeezed your arm as you reached the altar. "He's a good one," he whispered, placing your hand in Joe's.

"Hi," Joe said quietly, just for you, that slight smile tugging at his lips.

"Hi," you whispered back, and suddenly everything else faded away.

The ceremony passed in a blur of joy and laughter and tears. When it came time for vows, Joe's voice was steady and sure as he promised to love you through everything life threw at you, to be your constant in an unpredictable world, to choose you every single day for the rest of his life.

When you promised to be his safe place, his teammate, his biggest supporter, you meant every word. Even if you'd been lying to him for three weeks, even if he'd questioned everything last night, this moment was pure truth.

"You may kiss your bride."

Joe's hands framed your face as he kissed you, soft and reverent, and the small crowd erupted in cheers. When you broke apart, he pressed his forehead to yours.

"We did it," he murmured.

"We did it," you agreed, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt.

"I love you so much," he whispered, just for you, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too," you whispered back, and he kissed you again, softer this time.

The cocktail hour flew by in a haze of congratulations and photos and champagne. You caught Joe watching you during pictures, that little furrow between his brows that meant he was thinking.

"You okay?" you asked during a brief moment alone while the photographer adjusted lighting.

"Yeah," he said, reaching for your hand. "About last night—"

"After," you said quickly, squeezing his fingers. "Let's just enjoy this, okay? We'll talk about everything after."

Joe studied your face for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. But we are going to talk."

"I know. I promise."

Dinner passed in a blur of toasts and laughter and the best food you'd ever tasted. Joe seemed more relaxed as the evening went on, falling back into his usual rhythm of dry jokes and quiet observations that made you laugh until your sides hurt. This was your husband now. Your husband, who had no idea what was coming.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the DJ's voice cut through the gentle chatter of your sixty guests, "it's time for our newlyweds' first dance."

This was it.

Joe stood immediately, extending his hand with that easy confidence that made everything look effortless. "Ready, Mrs. Burrow?"

The name still sent a thrill through you. "I'm ready, Mr. Burrow."

He led you to the center of the dance floor, his hand finding its familiar place at the small of your back, the other intertwining your fingers. Around you, chairs scraped as guests turned to watch, phones already appearing to capture the moment.

"Just like we practiced," Joe murmured, that slight smile playing at his lips. "Try not to step on my feet."

"That was one time," you protested, laughing despite your nerves.

"It was more than three," he corrected, grinning. 

The familiar banter steadied you, reminded you why this surprise would be perfect. Joe had no idea that his favorite artist was about to walk out and perform the song that had gotten you both through so many late nights and long separations.

"Before we begin," the DJ announced, "the bride has a very special surprise for her new husband."

Joe's hand tightened reflexively around yours, confusion flickering across his features. "What—"

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Kid Cudi."

The words seemed to hang in the air for a split second before Joe's expression shifted from confusion to complete shock. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again, his eyes widening as he stared at you like you'd just performed actual magic.

From the side of the reception space, Kid Cudi emerged with an acoustic guitar, moving toward the simple stool and microphone setup that had appeared during dinner. The intimate crowd erupted in surprised murmurs and scattered applause, but Joe didn't seem to hear any of it.

He was staring at you like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

"You didn't," he breathed, voice barely audible over the growing excitement from your guests.

"I did," you whispered, watching his face cycle through shock, understanding, and something that looked close to tears.

Kid Cudi settled onto the stool, adjusting the guitar across his lap. When he spoke into the microphone, his voice was warm and genuine: "This is for Joe and his beautiful wife Y/N. Congratulations, man."

Joe's composure—that legendary calm that stayed intact under fourth-quarter pressure—finally cracked. His jaw worked for a moment like he was trying to find words that didn't exist, his hand squeezing yours tighter like he needed to feel something real.

"All those late nights," he said slowly, pieces clicking into place with almost audible precision. "The meetings that didn't make sense. Your location being off."

You nodded, thumb tracing over his knuckles. "I really hated lying to you."

"All those meetings." His voice carried that quiet amazement he got when he finally understood how a play was designed to work. "You were planning this with him."

"For weeks," you confirmed. "Planning this. Making sure it was perfect."

The opening guitar notes of "Teleport 2 Me" filled the space, gentle and acoustic and impossibly intimate. When Cudi's voice joined the melody, singing the words that had meant everything to you both —

Gettin in from the airport

You're gettin in from your study group

The only thing missing at this point is bonafide chillin time with you

Joe's carefully controlled expression finally shattered completely.

"Baby," he managed, voice thick with emotion. "You brought him here. For us."

"Don't cry at our wedding," you whispered, reaching up to catch the tear before it fell, even though your own eyes were burning.

He laughed, the sound watery and incredulous. "Don't cry? You coordinated with Kid Cudi to sing our song at our wedding. I think crying is pretty reasonable right now."

You started to sway as the music swelled, Joe pulling you closer than you'd practiced, needing you against him while he processed the magnitude of what you'd done. Cudi's voice wrapped around you: 

I want you girl and I need your body right here

Won't you teleport to me

I want you girl and I need your body right here

Won't you teleport to me

"This song," Joe murmured against your temple, "when I first played it for you..."

"When you were in Miami for a game," you finished. "And you said you wished you could just teleport home to me."

"I can't believe you remembered that. I can't believe you did this."

"I remember everything about you, Joe Burrow."

As the song continued, Joe caught sight of your families watching. His mom was crying, his dad had that proud smile he wore during big games. Your parents looked stunned and delighted. But mostly, he was aware of this moment—of Cudi singing —

A moment of loneliness and I can't close my eyes

Without you by my side

While he held his wife, finally understanding why you'd been so stressed, so secretive, so careful about keeping this surprise intact.

"I thought..." Joe started, then stopped, jaw tightening slightly.

"What?" you asked, pulling back to see his face properly.

"Last night, I thought you were..." He couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't even say the words out loud now that he knew the truth.

Your heart broke a little. "Joe, no. Never. This—" you gestured subtly toward Cudi, toward the impossibility of what you'd pulled off "—this is how much I love you."

When the song reached its emotional peak—

Hey, hey 

Teleport to me

Right here

Won't you teleport to me baby

Joe spun you gently, bringing you back against his chest.

"I'm sorry," he said into your ear, voice rough with emotion. "I'm so sorry I doubted you."

"You had every reason to," you replied. "I was being shady as hell."

"For this," he said, like he still couldn't quite believe it. "You were being shady to surprise me with Kid Cudi at our wedding."

"Worth it?" you asked as the song began to wind down.

Joe's answer was the way he kissed you—soft, grateful, overwhelmed—while their families and friends exploded into applause around them.

"So worth it," he murmured against your lips. "Best surprise of my life."

As the guitar notes faded into silence, Joe looked toward Kid Cudi, who was standing from the stool. Without hesitation, Joe crossed the few steps to him, pulling him into a genuine embrace.

"Thank you," Joe said, and everyone close enough could hear the emotion in his voice. "That was... thank you."

"Your wife's pretty special," Cudi replied, grinning. "She's been planning this for months. Wouldn't let me mess up a single detail."

Joe looked back at you, still standing in the middle of the dance floor, watching him with that soft smile that had made him fall in love with you in the first place.

"Yeah," he said, voice carrying that quiet certainty that defined everything important in his life. "She really is."

[sydwritess]

The Silver Jacket

Kimi Antonelli x fem!reader

Summary: Kimi has been talking about how he needs a change in his fashion choices, one day while you are away, Kimi gets some advice from George, and the next day, he shows up to the circuit with a big silver jacket.

First Person POV

Warning: light swearing

Notes: y/f/f - your favorite food

Right now, me and Kimi are on the Monaco Circuit. He had just gotten done with a practice race, and we sat in his drivers room, letting him cool off from the heat.

"Ugh, I need a new style change." Kimi said, scrolling on his phone.

"Why do you say that?" I ask.

"Look." He said, turning his phone to me. "George has good clothes on all the time! So does Lando, and even Charles!" He exclaimed.

"I think your fashion sense is quite alright." I said.

"Maybe. But I need to change it up a bit. Not just boring old dress pants and button up anymore." He said quietly.

"Don't let it get to your head Kimi." I said.

"Maybe I could get some advice from George. He looks good. don't you think?" He asked while smirking.

"Is that a trick question?" I ask, matching his energy.

"No no. I'm being serious." He said while smiling.

"His clothes are alright. But don't forget, they are also used to this." I said, waving my hand across, pointing to the room. "The heat especially. They can wear what they want and not get effected." I said. He nodded.

"Yeah, your right."

"Don't let it get to your head though, seriously." I said, kissing his forehead.

"I have to go. But I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"See you tomorrow." He said hugging me. "I love you."

"I love you to." I said, hugging him back and then leaving his room.

I woke up in my apartment, the sun shining on my face. I look over to check the time, but noticed Kimi had called. I quickly called him back, getting up to get ready.

"Hey, good morning." He said cheerfully.

"Morning. Are you at work?" I asked.

"Yeah, we had a emergency meeting scheduled." He sighed.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, yeah everything is fine. Wolff probably wants to go over some last minute strategies." He said.

"Okay, well, I will be there soon. I woke up late." I said.

"It is no worries. Take your time." He said.

"Okay. Well, I'm going to get ready. I will see you there." I said.

"Bye. I will see you." He said, hanging up the call. I finished getting ready. Getting some breakfast before leaving. I was driving down the road when I got a text from Kimi, I ended up calling him instead.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked.

"Sorry, didn't want to text and drive." I said.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know." He said in a low tone.

"Don't be, it's okay. How did the meeting go?" I asked.

"It went well, just talked about strategies and the cars and everything."

"Okay, I'm almost there so, I will see you in like 2 minutes?" I said.

"Okay. I will see you here." He said. I hung up and continued driving. Eventually I pull into the parking lot, luckily there was a separate lot for drivers and their guests, so it had plenty of parking. I got out of the car, showing the guards my bag and walked into the Mercedes garage.

"Hey! There you are!" George said, walking up to me. "Mate, Kimi has been so lonely without you he started crying nearly!" George laughed out.

"I did not George!" I heard Kimi's voice from the back of the garage. Then I saw Kimi appear from behind the car, walking up to me and giving me a hug.

"I did miss you But let's not tell George that." He whispered.

"Our little secret then." I said smiling.

"Right, I have something amazing to show you." Kimi said smiling, leading me out of the garage.

"I'm scared." I said laughing.

"Don't be, It's fine." He said, he led me over to this small booth with a lady in it. She instantly recognized Kimi and got a package out of a box from below her table.

"Here you go Kimi." She said smiling.

"Thank you." he said smiling, getting out his wallet to pay for the package. We then slowly walked away towards the garage.

"Here, this is for you." He said smiling, handing me the package. I looked at him with a slight smile and slowly started opening it, inside revealed a black tee-shirt with a slight teal color, it had the Mercedes brand on it and all of their sponsors.

"Flip it over." He said quickly, putting his hands together with excitement. I flip it over to see Kimi's number on the back, with my last name at the top. I look up at him to see a big smile plastered across his face.

"Thank you. This is so sweet." I said, hugging him.

"Your welcome." He said laughing quietly. "I saw her and asked if she do customs." He said.

"Yeah! You should have seen him! Like a little child in a candy store on a sugar rush!" George said, yelling from the garage. Me and Kimi both turn our heads to see George standing there with his arms crossed.

"Oh shut up you giraffe!" Kimi shouted, I laughed at his response. We both walked up to the garage, to George.

"I may be tall-"

"And have a long neck." Kimi interrupted, while laughing.

"Anyway. If you don't mind, I'm going to borrow him, he asked for my brilliant fashion advice." George said, looking at me.

"I don't care. Just make him look good." I said smirking..

"Oh I will, trust me." He said smirking, pulling Kimi in through the hospitality door. I wandered off, down through the garages, looking at all of the cars there.

"Hi y/n. Lovely seeing you here." A voice said from behind me, I turn to see that it was Lando and Max.

"Oh hi Lando, just came to visit Kimi, George ended up taking him." I said with a low laugh. I saw Lando chuckle to himself while Max rolled his eyes.

"Anyway. We were heading to the Paddock for lunch. Want to come?" Max asked.

"Yeah sure." I said, and started walking with them. We walked into the paddock and sat down at a tiny restaurant in there.

"Hello, welcome in, what can I start you off with today?" The waitress asked, brining out her notepad.

"Can I get a water, and a chicken burger?" Lando said. She nodded.

"I'll get the pasta with red sauce and water as well." Max said. She nodded again.

"I'll just get a y/f/f with water." I said.

"Alright. That will be right out for you." She said with a smile and walked back to the kitchen.

"How did I know you were going to get pasta." Lando smirked at Max.

"And how did I know you were going to get a chicken burger. Again." Max said with a smile, slightly laughing.

"I didn't expect you to order that much on a race weekend." I said.

"Yeah, didn't Zak sign you up for a nutritionist doctor or something?" Max asked.

"No! And I'd like to keep it that way." Lando said quietly scolding him.

"You know, it's not bad to have one." I said.

"Yes, it is! He won't even let me eat my kinder bars!" Lando said dramatically, sighing into his seat, Max started laughing hardly.

"Oh man mate! It's like you got ran over!" Max said, his laughter dying down. Eventually our food came out, we ate and then left the shop.

"Thanks for inviting me. I better go see what those two are up to." I said.

"Of course, your welcome." Max said. Lando nodded.

"I'll see you around." i said waving at them. They waved back and walked off. I went to hospitality to see Kimi standing outside of his room.

"Hey! How did fashion advice go?" I asked.

"Good good. What were you up to?" He asked.

"Lando and Max invited me to lunch. Some shop in the paddock." I said.

"That's nice of them." He smiled.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" He asked.

"Of course, I'll wake up earlier next time." I said laughing.

"Alright, I'll text you." He said, giving me a hug. I hugged back and left the building, making my way home.

It was now FP2 day, I had gotten to the circuit an hour ealier, hanging out in front of the Mercedes garage with George.

"Have you seen Kimi? He hasn't answer my text." I ask George.

"Ugh, It enlightens me to see that the young ones are still in love." He said, putting a hand on his heart.

"Um, were only 9 years apart. You know that right?" I said.

"I know, It pains me." He said dramatically. "But no, I don't know where he is." He said standing up seriously now.

"Okay." I said slowly.

"George! Y/n! Lovely to see you!" A voice said, we turn to see Charles, Carlos, Lando, Oscar, and Lewis walking up to us.

"How are you mate?" Lewis said to Charles.

"Oh you know, Y/n's getting sad that her Kimi isn't with her." George said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Okay you giraffe." i said, crossing my arms.

"Oh my what is he wearing?" Carlos said quietly, looking passed us. We turn around to see Kimi walking up in a big, puffy silver jacket, and small black shorts.

"Oh my goodness." Charles laughed.

"Mate, nice to see you." Kimi said to George.

"Seriously? This is the advice you gave him? To look like an astronaut?" I ask George, but I can't help myself from laughing.

"Yup. I just thought. Hm, what will look good on dear Kimi, and then, I gave him this." George said, swinging his hands around like he was present Kimi.

"Yes. I look fantastic right now." Kimi smirked. The guys all went around him to feel his jacket, and make small comments.

"Meet Kimi, no, not the F1 driver, the astronaut." Lando said teasingly.

"Mate, I look good right now, what are you talking about." Kimi laughed. The boys all got their looks in and went off on their own ways again, now it was me and Kimi standing in the garage alone.

"Aren't you hot in that?" I ask. He tilts his head a bit, looking at me.

"I'll survive." He smirked.

"Oh my, you look like you've wrapped yourself in tin foil." I said giggling.

"But you like it yeah?"

"Yes. I do, why not." I shrugged. "Are you happy you got the fashion advice out?" I ask while hugging him.

"Yup, And as always. I look amazing." He said while laughing.

"Yes you do." I said smiling.

Hey loves! Hope you like this one! Comment to be added to the f1 tag list!

[imsorrythatimweird101-blog]

HOW SHIFT USING THE GATEWAY TAPES (UPDATED)

Hey, I want start off to apologize. I'm so sorry for bringing awareness to the tapes and then not clarifying on what to do or how to start. I did try to answer every question I can. I did post a guide a while back but Im still remastering it

IMPORTANT VOCAB

F10- body asleep and mind awake

F12- having your consciousness in the universe and expanded

HOW TO START:

So first off you need click on drive. Once you open the drive you will see tapes.

Before staring the tapes you NEED read a MANUAL. So if you look at your bottom left corner. You will see a PDF and it will have a picture of a old man. He's name is Bob. The creator of the tapes. I love Bob.

Once you click on the tape. You scroll down and you see titles. These titles are the titles of the tape in the folders that your going to use. At the bottom of the titles, there going be a discription. These discription tell you what the tapes do but also how they work and what you need to do during those tapes. Once your done your ready to go

STEPS

Step 1: open the drive and you will see the folders of tapes. ‼️DO NOT USE ANY OTHER AUDIO EXPECTED THE DRIVE. YOUTUBE COMPRESS THEM AND MAKE THEM NOT WORK‼️

[GATEWAY TAPES DRIVE ](https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/mobile/folders/1vZJg5oJvfYVwWryJh05pfkZTV0cnd026)

Step 2: click the bottom far left corner. It's a Manuel and has a picture of a old guy smiling (bob)

Step 3: find the title of the tape your going to use. Read it carefully and know what's going happened and what to do

Step 4: go to discovery and play the first tape. Don't fall asleep! Be awake during the tapes!

Great! Keep doing these tapes for each tape. Each tape you must do it 3 times or more. So you can get familiar with it. BUT MOST IMPORTANT IF YOUR NOT READY TO MOVE ON OR YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEED KEEP DOING. THAT'S OKAY, SHIFTING IS ALWAYS GOING BE HERE SO DONT RUSH

‼️PAY ATTENTION TO THIS PART‼️

Once you reach Tape 3- advanced F10. There's a trigger that YOU MUST MASTER. The whole point of discovery is to train your brain to be awake and body asleep.

Now continues the normal steps like the other but this time. You need keep doing it until your able do It without the tapes. This is very important because when your trying reach F12(the goal). You need to be in F10 first and master It already

After that, you NEED to do the other tapes like the normal steps. Because the 4 tape is to have fear go away and if you blockages. The 5 is for awareness while you sleep and 6- free flow- is to freestyle

‼️Make sure to let go any expectations of these tapes because this will hold you back! Put your expectations and your needs in the energy box!‼️

But you can go to F12 tape.

F12 tape is next to discovery. Know as Wave 2. A lot of people ask why only that tape and not the others. Well! If you do F12 tape and in beginning bobs explains that after F12 tape. Those tapes are TOOLS. Those tools involved with manefisting, remote viewing, answering questions etc (I recommend you to check it out)

So the thing you need to do is master F12 and then shift!

Tips and questions

Q: what are gateway tapes?

A: here's some recourses that explains it way more better then I ever could

[gateway tapes ](https://youtu.be/46E_FX-KxZ8?si=yV8dqgoBdcNJXclD)

[Gateway tapes CIA EXPLAINED ](https://youtu.be/HOFq3ruef7I?si=JbwpcgnZ9rrbGyyz)

Q: can I shift at F10?

A: yes you can. It's possible but it's not really meant for that. Its more of SATS approach if that's what you're looking for because F10 is mind awake and body asleep

Q: how many times do I listen to it

A: as many times you feel like. I personally listen to it 3-4 times a day but only because I'm in summer break. Whatever works in your schedule

Q: how do I know I'm in F10?

A: your body is heavy and your limbs are numb. Your body is supposed to be asleep. Many people reported that the hear themselves snore. Me personally, my breath is non-existent and my chest is numb in away. Or like barely there. Trust me you will know. Ofc this doesn't mean you can't move you body at all. You can move your body in F10 but need the WILL to move your body. It can be different from everyone

Q: I tried it couple of days, why is it working?

A: first off, you need patience. This is practice. It's like a baseball player wanting to be the best pitcher in the world but they throw the ball couple of times and then when it's not right. They run and cry in there room. You need take the tapes seriously not half ass it and be PATIENT. Don't rush things. That's the worse thing you can do because you will miss important cues and it's going be all bad.

Q: I keep falling asleep why is that

A: your brain and body is not used to it. Your brain isn't normal active. Its active but it's going through your sleep cycles. So having your brain be in vibration state of being awake and your body being sleep cycle. It's going get confused because it's not used to it. That's why the tapes train it.

Q: do I need earphones or headphones when listening to tape

A: yes, you need ones that aren't noise cancelling and make sure that you hear bob in your right ear. Only because there certain sounds that play in both your ears for your brain to sync.

Q: are these tapes actually going make me shift

A: yes, I believe it will. The only reason why I personally believe that anyone can 1000 percent shift because these gateway tapes were run by scientist and actually doctor in fields to perfect it. Not only that CIA agents use these and it's approved by the CIA. There actually evidence and research done. It isn't like some random teenagers made a method up in there room. These tapes are designed to open the human mind and Bob himself even talked to alter version of himself with these tapes.

‼️MOST IMPORTANT TAKE‼️

Now, you gotta have open mind and believe it too. You cant go in the tapes with a negative mindset and expect a beautiful outcome. This is in every method you used..not only the gateway tapes. If you believe it won't work because whatever the case then obviously it won't work because your mind is going block everything and not letting it's self In general. This is life In general.

[pyrodolls]

YANDERE! RE2 LEON KENNEDY X READER

WARNINGS: stalking, sub leon, ooc leon, slightly nsfw but not smut, leon is a creepy masochist, kidnapping, no use of y/n or name, gender neutral reader, not proofread bc it's 2 am for me rn

SUMMARY: you were never very close to leon, but you harbored some feelings for him. but your entire view on him changes when you get invited to his place and you find out how he truly feels about you...

A/N: remember when i used to be a havik account? good times. also it's been a hot minute since i played re2 so if it's ooc i apologize.

leon thought you looked so pretty in your sleep. you looked completely peaceful and unbothered. your bedsheets covered your entire body except for your ethereal face, which he could stare at all day. the moon provided a dim glow through your window, giving leon a clear view of your entire bedroom while you slept. sure it may be creepy or a bit stalker-ish of leon to watch you sleep, but he couldn't help it! you were just so irresistible. if only you knew how much he loved you, and how he was capable of protecting and providing for you. he has the potential to be the best boyfriend to you. but you didn't even know him that well, and he was fully aware of that fact. so that's why he suddenly got an idea while he watched you sleep that night. it was a brilliant idea. he could invite you to his place and gain your trust! leon didn't want to waste any time, so he would immediately ask you first thing in the morning.

when you woke up that morning, you got a call from leon a few minutes after you got out of bed.

"i know it's a bit early in the morning, i hope you weren't sleeping... if so, i'm really sorry. i mean, i didn't know when to call you because i didn't want to bother you but at the same time i just really wanted to ask you something." leon rambled.

"no worries, leon. you could never bother me. besides, i just got out of bed. this was so perfectly timed, it's almost as if you memorized my sleep schedule." you joked.

"oh, yeah, that's crazy. imagine that," leon chuckled nervously. "um, anyway, i was just thinking... would you like to come over to my place later? i just thought that we know each other a little bit, but i'd like to get to know you more, since i think you're pretty cool and stuff, so, uh, yeah..." he trailed off, waiting for an answer.

upon hearing his proposal, you lit up in excitement. you always thought he was cute and wanted to get to know him, but you were too nervous to make the first move. this was a great opportunity.

leon was nervously fiddling with his fingers as he waited for your response. the longer you took to respond, the more his anxiety grew. he could feel the sweat forming on his skin and his chest tighten. what if you weren't interested in him in that way? was he being too forward? were you too busy?

you took a deep breath before you finally responded, mustering up the courage to say something. "i'll visit in a couple hours. i'll see you then, leon." you responded quickly, hanging up the phone and getting ready to see him.

leon's heart almost jumped out of his chest when you finally responded. he dropped his phone and immediately got to work, cleaning his place and hiding the pictures of you sleeping and your old clothes in a box under his couch.

he worked very hard to tidy everything up, wanting it to be perfect for you. only the best for you.

when he finished cleaning, he sat on the floor in front of his door like a puppy waiting for its owner. he patiently waited for you to knock on the door and come in, even though it would be a couple more hours until you arrived.

after a few hours of leon not moving a single inch, you finally arrived. as soon as your knuckles grazed the door to knock, leon swung it open with superhuman speed.

"thanks for coming! i hope the weather wasn't too harsh on you." leon greeted, stepping aside to let you in. he didn't actually know if the weather was harsh or not, he just said the first thing that came to his mind to start a conversation with you.

"thanks... and uh, the weather isn't bad at all. it's just a bit windy." you responded, awkwardly standing by the door.

leon was trying his hardest to act calm, but his heart was racing and he could feel his palms getting sweatier and sweatier. you were standing right next to him! and you were alone together! he could've just died right then and there. instead of watching you through your window, you're right in front of him! instead of breaking into your house and stealing and sniffing your clothes, he can just smell you right by him! he was in heaven.

for a couple hours, you both spent time together by watching movies and chatting, getting to know each other more and more. leon even ordered dinner for you both, and somehow he got your favorite food, and he claimed it was just intuition. it didn't even feel like hours had passed, since you were both enjoying yourselves.

"so, uh, do you like this movie?" leon awkwardly spoke up, as you both sat on the couch in front of his tv. you simply smiled and nodded, too tired to respond. it was a random film that you weren't familiar with, and you watched it in silence next to him. you were both clearly tired after that long day, but leon didn't want you to leave just yet. so he started awkwardly starting new conversations or asking you questions, hoping to keep your attention on him. he loved the amount of attention you already gave him that day, and he was still giddy that you agreed to visit him in the first place. all he needs to stay happy is for you to look at him. but you were literally sitting on his couch and spending time with him, and it just made him so overwhelmed with joy. it gave him hope that you could work as a couple someday, and you would never know about his unorthodox antics to get to this point.

or at least that's what he thought.

at some point, leon excused himself to the restroom and left you boredly swinging your legs back and forth on the couch. but you felt your leg kick something hard underneath the couch. when you decided to investigate, you found a hidden box. curious as to why it was hidden, you decided to open it and look inside.

big mistake.

you found some old clothes and underwear that you thought you lost, pieces of your hair, various pictures of you sleeping, a few grocery lists and paperwork that you thought you threw away, and even pages ripped out of leon's journal describing his dark fantasies of you. some of it had some mysterious white stains on it. it was disgusting, and it made you sick to look through it. you thought leon was just a cute sweetheart, but it turned out he was a stalker and a creep. you were so shocked, that you didn't know what to do. should you run? call someone? but it was unsafe, because he clearly knew your address and a lot of your personal information. you had no idea what to do, so you stayed frozen in shock.

when leon returned, he saw the horrified look on your face and saw the box in your hands. his heart dropped. you knew his secret.

"shit. oh my god, uh, it's not what you think. i swear, i just, uh, fuck..." leon stammered, dropping down to his knees in shame.

"what the fuck is this? how long have you been stalking me, you fucking creep?" you yelled, standing over his shaking form.

"haah.. i... uh.." leon seemed to be breathing weirdly, and you weren't sure if it was out of anxiety or pleasure.

"and this," you picked up one of the pages from his journal and waved it in front of his face. "what the fuck is this? you are so fucked up... are you in love with me or something? or is it just some weird ass sexual obsession?"

"i.. i do love you! of course i do! this isn't how i wanted you to find out, but i really do love you! please don't take it the wrong way. i don't want to hurt you, i just want to be with you. i want to feel you and- and spend every waking moment of my life with you.. please don't hate me." leon begged, grasping onto your leg pathetically.

"you're sick in the head. and you're nothing but a pathetic stalker." you scoffed. all the trust and affection you had for him went out the window after you opened that box. there was no way he can get your trust back. hell, you were willing to cut contact with him and move to another country at that point.

"fuck... okay, maybe i am.. but, uh... shit." leon struggled to get his words out, as he felt aroused by your degradation. he never thought it would feel so good to have you yell at him. he could barely even speak, it just felt euphoric for you to scold him for his actions. you expected him to panic, but he seemed to have mixed feelings about the situation. he was still horrified that you discovered his dirty secret, but he had stars in his eyes the more you screamed at him.

"oh my god... you're a masochistic freak, huh? you like it when i yell at you? god, you're so fucked up." you spat, grabbing his collar and lifting him up to your level.

leon whimpered at the sudden contact, not responding to your degredation and simply squirming at your touch.

you sighed. "are you going to explain yourself? or are you just going to keep babbling nonsense?"

after getting no response, you dropped him and started to grab your things and leave.

"i.. i love you so much!" leon blurted out. "please don't leave! i promise, i can make it up to you! i'll do whatever you want! i can uh... i can provide for you! you won't have to lift a single finger for the rest of your life! and uh... i can cook and clean! sort of. i'll learn how to take care of you. i'll show you that i can be a good boyfriend if you let me! please, just love me! i did all these things for you and i promise i will stop if you want me to! please, don't leave."

leon stood in front of the door and desperately held you in place, not wanting to let you leave.

if you chose to stay, leon would be overjoyed. he would keep his promise and make it up to you, spending the rest of his life protecting you from harm and doing anything to keep you happy. your well-being is his number one priority, he'd make himself look like a fool if it meant getting a smile out of you. just let him love you. you don't need to give him anything in return!

if you chose to leave, leon would be a sobbing, sulking mess for about an hour or two before he decided on what to do. he still had all of your information. he knew pretty much everything about you. he would probably do something to force you into being with him, such as faking your death and kidnapping you. you have nobody else now. you have to be with leon now. he is the only one that still loves you and will keep you happy. even if you're mad at him now, he has hope that someday you will warm up to him and be willing to have a relationship with him. he'll wait patiently for that day to come.

[itstheghostofmypast]

Big Spoon

Non-Idol Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: Who knew he'd wake up bleary-eyed to find her a mess, one that was out of her control and his - or so he thought.

Genre: Fluffish

Warnings: None (just mentions of sad puppies)

Word Count: 1.3 k

Est.Read Time: 10 min

Rating: PG-13

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @san-network

Banner: @cafekitsune

"What are you doing?" He sat up, squinting at his lover who was sitting with her headphones on, blasting God knows what at 2 am. Good lord, no wonder the bed seemed so lonely and-

"Why are you awake?" She snapped at him, causing him to flinch, his little pout and amusing bed hair had her mentally scolding herself for the outburst, he was sitting there half asleep, half awake, though completely ready to get to the bottom of this mystery. She took a deep breath before biting her lip and mumbling, "S-sorry, I didn't mean to sound mean, client called and Hongjoong needed more photos so I uh...got up to do it now so I won't have to do it later- just because that lady's rich. " Turning the chair to face him she winced slightly, hoping he wouldn't notice it, though how would it be Choi San if he didn't?

"What's wrong?" He asked pushing the covers off as he sat at the edge of the bed, feet planted on the cold floor. The moment of clarity allowed him to notice the small hot water bottle on her lap, and the cup of green tea in front of her beside a giant flask and a tissue box- "Were you crying?" He cooed, getting up to go closer only for her to whine and roll her chair back, keeping her distance.

"Hey, come on." He pouted before jumping at her causing her to gasp, only to realise he had held onto the armrests of her chair, locking her in place, "What happened?"

"I-it...nothing." She mumbled, averting her gaze, in no real mood for anything at the moment, she just wanted to finish editing these photos and- "Does it hurt here?" He asked, gently placing his palm against her belly, causing her to whine and try to push it away, only for him to shake his head  and remove his hand, instead using it to cup her cheek, "Let me guess, you got the call, they asked you for something that makes no sense, and shark week hit mid brooding session?"

Her eyes widened by the end of his little monologue, as she nodded, staring at him in awe like a little girl who had just met a fairy, well, he was a fairy, a rather feline-looking fairy she could call her own. Elegant, yet endearing, soft and warm yet as solid as a rock, smart yet, just a little dumb- either way, he was her pretty, cute, little fairy- though if he heard this analogy he'd probably be throwing a fit for days, claiming he was anything BUT A FAIRY- he was, as he'd like to call himself and his bros (minus Wooyoung because frankly she had realised he was the only sensible one in the lot)  A KING!

"How did you know?" Her lips quirked upwards when he leaned closer to place a soft kiss atop her head, a gesture that would oddly make her all putty in his hands.

"Because I'm the world's best boyfriend." His voice boomed across the quiet room causing her to cover her ears due to heightened sensitivity, before frowning up at him

"The world's best boyfriend missed one thing though."

His shoulders deflated at the statement, and he flopped backwards on the bed dramatically, his back landing with a loud huff, "And what is that?"

"I was crying cause- " her breath hitched as the memories resurfaced,  "Some dogs go through depression and this puppy did too- I was watching the video and it was so sad...Sannie" she whined, calling him out for God knows but the flashing images of the puppy and the stupid client's appeal just bothered her even more, the cherry on top was the excruciating pain that was a constant reminder of how the world is too cruel to women.

Not a moment later she was gently pulled out of her chair, engulfed in a warm embrace as his familiar scent enveloped her senses, work left behind, as she felt the soft, warm pillow- nope that was his arm, "My head's heavy," with a small mumble she tried to move, but he clicked his tongue and pulled her closer, resting his chin on her head, "And my heart is heavy....my poor baby is in so much physical and emotional pain and I can't do anything about it-"

"We're never getting a puppy."

"I- um...okay?" He mused, giving her a gentle squeeze, of course, that one video of the sad puppies would make her come up with this verdict, possibly fuelled by her hormones. Making her laugh right now probably wasn't the easiest task, which is why he resorted to asking her the real question, though gentle toned and carefully curated, using his other hand to rub soothing circles on her back as he approached the topic, "I thought you sent the client all they asked for, did they want something out of the contract?"

With a loud huff she began, only to pause for a moment when another cramp hit, her fingers gripping his shirt as she took a deep breath before speaking (venting), "Apparently some of the guests, who refused to take solos then, now want their solo pics because the others who did get their solos taken got good results- like flattery will get you nowhere, I can't pull out your solo pics from my as-ah shit, " she hissed, trying to move, "I need my heating pad." He was quicker than her, jumping over her, letting out a hearty laugh when he heard her squeak and let out a few vulgar words. As quick and agile as a cat he hopped back on the bed, turning her on her back as he placed it on her lower belly, "There, all better?"

Nodding she placed her hands on the pad, pressing it against her skin before sighing, continuing, "Anyway, someone was like oh can you like crop us out and put us somewhere to turn it into our logo- you mean cut you out and paste the image, spend time blending, shading, fixing the highlights- no, because its not in the contract and I'm not being paid more for this."

"I...wow..." he mumbled, running his fingers through her hair soothingly as he sat beside her, looking down at her only to notice her trembling power lip and glossy eyes, "What's...wrong...baby, you don't have to do anything that wasn't under your contract." He hummed, tracing his fingertips over the slightly warmer skin of her forehead absentmindedly, "You want me to talk to -"

"That puppy was so sad, he looked like he wanted to cry and..." Turning to her side, as she closed her eyes, the rush of emotions getting a bit to strong, the tears leaking through her clenched eyes, hugging herself. This was stupid, she had ruined his sleep, woke him up in the middle of the night, snapped at him, told him stories that were irrelevant and then ended up crying about a video on puppies.

"I like being the big spoon."

Oh- that's why she felt so warm, and-

"How is laying on top of me the bigger spoon, you're crushing me."

"I'm protecting you from the bad vibes. Told you Hongjoong as a boss sucks, man's a capitalist monster."

With a sigh she relaxed in his hold, the added weight actually helping with the pain, both, physical and psychological.

"To sleep, you should stop thinking, leave your worries, for tomorrow's you." He sighed, giving her another squeeze, though he didn't recieve any response to his wise words, he could get them printed, "You asleep?" He whispered peeking over her shoulder only to smile,  two hours, they'd been awake for two hours, listening to God knows what she was going through, biological and induced. Either way, he was glad that she had the world's best boyfriend, he'd probably boast about this tomorrow to her, when she's in a better mood, when she's well rested and probably complaining once again, about how Hongjoong finding the dumbest, but richest clients. Need not worry, she'd always have someone loyal, sincere and the best big spoon out there- all her's.

Taglist: @edenesth @yessa-vie @the-kpop-simp @mlysalt @spooo00oky

[strawb4kdior]

~ PRISON WIFE? ~

parings: vi x FEM!reader

tw: angst mainly not not a lot...yet, some surrgestive stuff

summary: beings Vi's prison wife, and then it all l falls apart.

a/n: im sorry for not posting, i've been writing other stories

part 2 >

The prison air was thick with sweat and desperation, but somehow, you and Vi had carved out a space that was just yours. The cell you shared was tiny, barely enough room for both of you to move without brushing against each other, but that was the way you liked it. Every glance, every casual touch—it was all the more intense because of how close you were forced to be.

Vi was leaning back on her cot, arms behind her head, watching you with that lazy smirk she always wore when she was in the mood to mess with you. Her pink hair was buzzed short at the sides, and her sleeveless jumpsuit showed off her arms—scarred, but strong. You were perched on the lower bunk, a needle in one hand and a makeshift ink pot in the other.

"You sure about this?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Vi rolled her shoulders. "What, you think I’m scared?" She grinned, voice dripping with challenge. "Babe, I’ve been punched in the face more times than I can count. A little ink ain’t gonna break me."

You smirked, dipping the needle into the ink before dragging the sharp tip over her wrist, etching the rough outline of a small emblem—the only thing you had to remind yourself of the outside. It was a symbol of your old life, one that Vi had asked for after months of sharing whispered confessions in the dark, promises that when you got out, you’d stick together.

Vi hissed but didn’t flinch. Instead, she chuckled, her voice lower, raspier. "Damn, you got a real gentle touch," she teased. "Didn’t expect that from the meanest bitch in this joint."

You rolled your eyes. "I’ll make it rougher if you keep talking."

She tilted her head, smirking. "Oh? Kinky."

You jabbed the needle just a little harder than necessary, and Vi let out a sharp breath, grinning through the pain. "That’s what I thought," you muttered.

After a while, Vi switched places with you, sitting behind you on the lower bunk, her legs framing your body. She worked with a steady hand, dragging the needle over your shoulder blade, her fingers warm against your skin. Every now and then, she’d pause to admire her work, trailing her fingertips over the fresh ink. It sent shivers down your spine.

"Y’know," Vi murmured, her breath warm against your ear, "if we weren’t in a cage, I’d be doin’ something else with my hands right now."

You let out a quiet laugh. "Oh? Like what?"

Vi chuckled, her lips brushing just barely against your ear. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

You turned your head to look at her, noses almost brushing. The air between you was thick with tension, the kind that built up over months of stolen moments and lingering touches. Vi’s smirk softened just a little, and for a second, you thought she might actually kiss you.

Then, the bell rang. Yard time was over.

Vi groaned, pulling away. "Guess we’ll have to finish this later."

You rolled your shoulders, feeling the burn of fresh ink. "Better not leave me with an unfinished piece."

Vi shot you a look, something teasing but also strangely serious. "I wouldn’t dream of it."

THE NEXT DAY

You sat on your cot, arms crossed, glaring at the wall.

Time-out.

One of the guards had thrown you into solitary after a fight broke out in the yard—not even your fight, but since when did the guards care about fairness? You’d spent the last 24 hours in a tiny concrete box, no light, no sound, just your own thoughts clawing at your skull.

The moment they let you out, you went straight to your cell. Only, it was empty.

You frowned. "Vi?"

Silence.

Your stomach twisted, a creeping unease settling in your bones. Vi was always here. She never left without telling you. You checked the common room, the yard, even risked asking a few of the other inmates. No one knew where she was.

Panic started to rise in your chest.

Finally, you cornered the head guard, an older man with graying hair and dead eyes. He barely even looked up from his paperwork when you asked.

"She’s gone," he said flatly.

Your blood ran cold. "What do you mean, gone?"

He sighed, rubbing his temple like this was some great inconvenience to him. "Bailed out. Some councilwoman paid her way out."

Your ears were ringing. "Who?"

"Didn’t catch a name. Tall, dark-haired, fancy accent."

Caitlyn.

You felt like the floor had been ripped out from under you.

Vi was gone.

She didn’t tell you. She didn’t wait. She just… left.

Your legs felt weak, but you forced yourself to stay upright. You swallowed hard, nodding stiffly. "Right."

The guard barely even acknowledged you before walking off, leaving you standing there in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by prisoners who all had somewhere to be, something to do.

But you didn’t.

Not anymore.

WEEKS LATER

The world had lost its color.

Without Vi, prison felt suffocating in a way it never had before. The cell you once shared felt too empty, too cold. The ink on your skin—the tattoo she had given you—was a cruel reminder of what you had lost.

You barely ate. Barely slept. The other inmates noticed, but no one said anything. You weren’t the same.

At night, you lay on the thin mattress, tracing the lines of the tattoo with your fingers, pretending Vi’s hand was still there, steady and warm. You thought about the way she used to smirk at you, the way she’d pull you close and murmur promises of the future, a future that didn’t exist anymore.

Had she even thought about you when she left?

Did she regret it?

Or were you just another thing she left behind?

You didn’t know.

And that was the worst part.

[anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount]

You Never?

My Masterlist

Yall, I am so so so so fucking sorry that I never finished this fic. But it's done now, so all I have left to be sorry about is that it took almost 2 years. Once again, please don't judge me for any realism in this fic because I have not seen Stranger Things and have no intention of doing so :).

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: Heavy on the smut, like there's a lot of smut. And feels. f!receiving oral sex, mentions of m!receiving oral sex but nothing explicit, p in v!sex. Aftercare and cuddling

Word Count: 8450

Summary: Steve and Eddie find out that you've never done anything with anyone and offer to help. Getting into a relationship with them, they slowly help you warm up to doing things.

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It was a normal day in your apartment, Steve and Eddie had come over after the end of each of your respective days. The three of you were sitting around your coffee table playing a round of UNO when the two started talking about their most recent conquests.

“Okay, so I know it’s been a little while since I was with Nancy, but I didn’t think it was so long that I forgot how to give head. I didn’t even make Emily finish, I feel terrible.” Steve said, playing a red 6 to force Eddie’s turn.

Eddie shrugged, placing a green 6, as he reminded Steve that “Not every girl can cum easily like that. Took me a while to figure out what Chrissy liked.” He paused, taking a swig of his beer. “It’s your turn, N/N.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” You said, placing your card and allowing their conversation to continue without you. “Either of you want a refill?”

They both shook their heads as you stood up to refill your own glass. “We’re good, sweetheart.” Steve said, placing a colour change card. “Yellow.”

“You know, N/N, whenever Steve and I have conversations like this, you’re as quiet as a mouse over there. You just like listening to me and Stevie over here?” Eddie said, picking up a card and smacking Steve over the head with his deck, evidently not having a yellow card in hand.

You sat back down with your drink of preference and shrugged at Eddie’s question. “Nothing to contribute, I guess.” You played a yellow skip a turn to force Eddie’s turn again. 

“How don’t you have anything to contribute?” Steve asked, increasingly confused.

“Because, unlike you, King Steve, I don’t sleep with everything that blinks at me.” You snapped, throwing your cards on the table and storming off to your room.

Eddie and Steve blinked at each other in confusion. “What the fuck just happened?” Eddie asked, pulling all the cards together to shuffle them and put them back in the box.

Steve hesitated to answer. “I have no earthly idea.”

“Do you think we should leave her alone or go comfort her?” Eddie asked softly, just as the two of them heard sniffles echo through your apartment.

“Comfort.” Steve responded, standing up and walking over to your bedroom door, knocking softly. “Sweetheart, can we come in?”

“No, no.” You said quickly. “Just give me a minute and I’ll be out.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “N/N, please. Let us in, you know you don’t have to bottle anything up when you’re with us. No secrets, right?”

The two of them heard you sigh before nodding. “Yeah, okay, come in.” Steve opened the door, bathing you in light, as you were sitting in the middle of your bed in the dark, curled up into a ball, with your chin resting on your pillow as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Steve immediately rushed over to you, pulling you into a tight hug and rubbing your back. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You never rush off like that when you’re with us.”

“You never have to tell us, but you know you can tell us anything, right?” Eddie said, sitting on your other side and softly kissing your forehead.

“I know, Eds. I do. You guys- you just won’t get it.” You said, ducking your head so you wouldn’t make eye contact with either of them.

Steve kissed the top of your head softly. “What won’t we get, N/N? Talk to us.”

“You just-” You sighed, wanting to express your feelings without anger. This isn’t their fault, and you have no reason to be upset with them. “You guys come over, or I go to your places and you talk about all the girls.. and guys that you’re with, all the time. And I’ve- I’ve never done anything like that with anyone so no, I don’t have anything to contribute because I’m 21 years old and a fucking virgin. And I don’t wanna sleep with just anyone to get it over with, I want it to fucking mean something, and is that such a bad thing to want in life, goddamn it.”

"Oh sweetheart." Eddie said, stroking your hair softly. "No, it's not a bad thing to want in life at all. It's good that you want it to mean something. I'm sorry that I never realized that you weren't just quiet, you shut down because you were uncomfortable with the topic."

Steve softly squeezed your thigh in reassurance. "We'll never do it again, princess." He paused, thinking. "You didn't even do anything when you dated Andy?"

You shook your head quickly. "No. He wanted me to but I wasn't ready. It's why he dumped me. I wasn't the easy fuck that he thought I was."

"Oh sweetheart." Steve said, giving you a tight-lipped smile as he did everything in his power to not go beat up the entire basketball and football teams at once.

"It's okay, Stevie. I'm okay. It's just exhausting hearing you guys talk about it all the time and having nothing to say except 'please shut the fuck up'." You said, burrowing your head into his chest so you still didn't have to look at either of them.

Eddie's leg started softly bouncing on the bed and both you and Steve knew that meant he had an idea that he wasn't saying yet.

"What's on your mind, Munson?" Steve asked, rubbing your back.

"Well, what if we were to help you out, sweetheart. No more conversations about who we're fucking, because it'll be you." Eddie proposed softly.

You pulled your head out of Steve's chest and looked at Eddie. "You mean like with feelings? Like a relationship?"

"I do. Is that okay with you?" Eddie replied.

You looked at Steve. "Eddie and I have talked about this before, princess. I'm okay with it."

"Okay, Eddie." You started. "We can try this. I'm not sure how a relationship works with 3 people, but I'm willing to try with you guys."

"Do you trust us?" Steve asked. You quickly nodded in response. "Then everything will work out perfectly." 

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie asked softly. 

You nodded again. “Please Eddie.” Eddie cupped your face in his hands softly as your arms reached up to run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours, causing you to close your eyes as well. “Please.” You whispered, making Eddie stroke his thumbs across your cheekbones.

“Patience, sweetheart.” Eddie said, making you whine softly as you opened your eyes. “Just breathe for me, okay?” You took a deep breath, letting your eyes flutter shut again. Eddie took your moment of distraction to lean in and press his lips to yours. After a minute he pulled away, and you gently pressed two of your fingers to your lips where you could still feel Eddie’s against yours.

“Are you okay, princess?” Steve asked softly, holding your hips. 

You leaned back against his shoulder so you could look up at him and nodded. “Yeah, Stevie. I’m good.”

“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” Eddie asked, leaning back on his heels, kneeling on the bed between your legs.

“I’m sure, Eddie.” You said, chuckling. “I think I would know if I’d kissed someone before.”

Eddie shook his head, laughing. “That’s the best kiss I’ve ever had, and you’ve never kissed anyone?”

You blushed, shaking your head. “Just you, Eds.”

“Well what about me, honey?” Steve asked, rubbing his thumbs in soft circles on your hips.

“I can kiss you too, Stevie.” You said softly, blushing hard as you did.

Steve smiled. “You want me to kiss you?”

You nodded softly. “Yes please.” Steve slid his hand up to cup the back of your head and pulled you in to kiss you.

“Shit, Eddie, you’re right.” Steve said as he pulled away from you. “Best kiss I’ve ever had too.”

“Told you so.” Eddie said, winking at you, which made you giggle softly and hide your face in Steve’s neck.

They both chuckled softly at you, Steve rubbing your back as they knew that you are very unsure of yourself in unfamiliar situations, much like this one is. “You’re adorable, sweetheart.” Eddie said, kissing the top of your head. “Do you want to keep going tonight or do you want to stop?”

“I wanna keep going, Eddie. I trust you guys.” You replied quickly. “Honestly I’ve liked you both for a while but the three of us are such good friends that I didn’t want to ruin anything.”

“We’re very happy you trust us, baby girl.” Steve said. “But we want you to take the lead a little here. If you want to keep going, what do you want to do next?”

You paused, assuming that since the two of them had a tendency to take over the room, you wouldn’t be asked for many decisions. “Um, I- I wanna learn how to give head.” You said softly.

“You wanna give us head, sweetheart?” Eddie asked.

“Not at the same time.” You said quickly.

Steve shook his head softly. “No, princess, we would never make you do that, especially if you’re uncomfortable with the thought.”

“Actually, I don’t know if I’m ready for even just one.” You said softly, resting your hands on your lap as your anxiety kicked in. “Could we maybe start with you guys just making me feel good?”

“Absolutely, baby.” Eddie said.

Steve squeezed your hand softly, knowing your anxious tells. “Is this just because you’re nervous, or is this what you want?”

You shrugged your shoulders, leaning into him. “A little bit of both, I think. I might be ready for more when I’m less in my head.”

“Do you know what makes you feel good, N/N?” Steve asked softly.

“It’s easiest if you know what makes you feel good because then we can make you feel even better, honey.” Eddie said, kissing the top of your head.

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “It’s not like I’ve never gotten myself off, but I don’t think what I do would work for you guys. I don’t have a toy or anything so don’t even go there.”

Eddie rubbed your back. “Sweetheart, that’s not a big deal, you know that. Learning how to make you feel good is part of the fun.”

“And you guys are okay with that?” You asked softly.

“Of course we are, princess.” Steve said. “We’re going to learn how to make you feel good, and you’re going to learn how to make us feel good. It’s a two-way street.”

“Okay.” You said, fidgeting with Steve’s hand that was still holding one of yours.

Eddie looked down at your fidgeting and realized just how nervous you were. “N/N, we don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to.”

“No, Eddie, I do want to, I’m just really nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.” You said, looking up at him for the first time since he kissed you.

“Okay, princess. I believe you.” He said, kissing your forehead.

Steve slid his hand out from between yours and rested them on your hips. He moved them up a little to where the hem of your (his that you stole a long time ago) sweater was resting. “Can I take this off, honey? Is that okay?”

“Yeah, Stevie. I trust you guys, you can take it off.”

Eddie held your hands above your head while Steve pulled off your sweater. Since your back was to Steve, it meant Eddie saw your tits first. “Jesus H. Christ. Holy fuck, baby, you did not tell us that you had such nice tits.”

Steve shimmied you off his lap, knowing that you’d be okay being able to see them both, and moved to sit next to Eddie. “I- fuck.” Steve said. “Those- that- shit.”

“Yeah?” You asked softly. “They’re okay? They’re not too-”

“They’re perfect, sweetheart.” Eddie cut you off, knowing how insecure you can get. “Can I touch?” You nodded. Eddie’s ringed hands slid up your arms from where he was holding your hands until he made it to your shoulders, where they slipped across your collarbone to your tits. “Wow, shit, honey. C- can I use my mouth on them?”

Your eyes widened. “Uh, s- sure Eds. I didn’t even know that was an option.”

“The options are endless, princess, it’s whatever you can think of, and we’ll make it happen.” Steve said, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

“Well why don’t you guys start with the ideas because I don’t know what I’m doing.” You said, letting Eddie kneel on the floor between your legs.

Eddie squeezed your tits lightly. “The only thought in my head right now is sucking on these, honey.” He looked up at you softly and you noted that he was waiting for your permission. When you nodded, he leaned forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it lightly and playing with your other nipple with one of his hands.

“Oh shit, Eddie. I like that.” You said, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Eddie pulled back gently, not wanting to hurt you. “Yeah sweetheart? Feels good?”

“Feels really good, Eds, I like that. Please keep going.” You said, lightly pushing his head back towards your chest.

“Well I like making you feel good, honey.” Eddie said softly, “You mind if I try a couple things?”

You shook your head lightly. “No Eddie, I don’t mind if you try things.” Eddie switched tits, playing with the tit he was sucking on and sucking on the tit he was playing with before. Suddenly, it felt like he was practically sucking your whole tit into his mouth. “Oh, fuck. Eddie.” You moaned, throwing your head back.

“Eh, sweetheart, let’s get you laying down.” Steve said, sliding behind you and carefully moving you so you didn’t get hurt. Eddie followed, moving slowly because he wasn’t thrilled about the thought of letting go. “Yeah, there you go. That should be better. Now you can let all those pretty little moans go without hurting yourself.”

The next thing Eddie tried, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across your tits to get back to the other one, was sucking on it lightly and then stopping and swirling his tongue really quickly around the nipple, pressing in with his tongue so you could feel it. You let out a little breathy moan, leaning your head back into Steve’s shoulder. “Oh Eddie.” You threaded your fingers through his curls and pressed him closer to you. “More. Please, more.”

Eddie pulled off a little, a string of saliva still connecting you and him. “Yeah sweetheart? You like when I do that?”

“Yes Eddie. Please. Really really like that.” You responded, eyes closed and head tilted back onto Steve’s shoulder.

“Is there anything else you want, pretty baby, or should I just leave you and Eddie’s mouth alone?” Steve asked, kissing the side of your neck.

You grabbed his hand and placed it on your tit, letting him softly squeeze it. “I like when they’re played with.” You said softly, still not wanting to look at either of them. “Sorry Stevie, I didn’t mean to kind of forget about you. Eddie’s mouth is just a little piece of heaven.”

“Oh I know it is, honey. Mine can be too, if you’ll let me. Think about what Eddie was doing to your nipples on a place a little bit lower.” Steve gently nipped at your earlobe as you pondered his words while Eddie slid his hands lower, squeezing your thighs.

“Fuck I’ve dreamed about these thighs.” Eddie said. “And this ass.” He lightly smacked the side of it. “Can we take these off too, baby?” He asked, slipping a finger into the waistband.

“Yeah, Eddie. Yeah, you can take them off.” Steve helped you lift your hips up so Eddie could pull off your sweatpants. Eddie got them down to your ankles, and from there you were able to kick them off.

Eddie snuggled himself in between your thighs. “Is it bad that I really want to bite these?”

“Please don’t, I don’t really like it when it hurts.” You said softly.

“Oh my God, sweetheart, of course. I’d never do anything to hurt you.” Eddie said, looking up at you and Steve. 

Steve kissed you softly. “I never would either baby. You wanna switch and let me between your thighs and Eddie can tether you to this world?”

You nodded. “Sure Stevie, that sounds good to me. If your mouth is half as good as Eddie’s, I trust you.”

“Am I setting the precedent?” Eddie asked softly, holding your hand softly so that you can squeeze it if you want to.

“Well, I’ve never had anyone else’s mouth on me, so yeah, you’re the precedent, baby.” You said softly, shifting your hips forward so Steve would have more room.

Steve ran his hands over your hips. “I need to take these off too, baby. Is that okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah Steve, it’s okay. I just- no one’s been down there before, so just be gentle please.”

“Oh angel, of course I’m gonna be gentle with you. Have you been down here?” He asked softly, sliding your underwear off your hips.

“I’ve tried to finger myself once or twice.” You said softly, blushing as you avoided eye contact with the two of them. “But it didn’t really feel that great, so I haven’t done it in a while.”

“Were you wet when you did it?” Eddie asked, squeezing your hands softly to ease your nerves.

You shrugged, tilting your head to one side as you did. “Kind of, I guess. I don’t know.”

Steve settled himself between your thighs gently, kissing up them and nipping occasionally to leave a mark or two. “Well, you’re wet now sweetheart, so let’s see if we can make that feel a little better this time, huh? If you want me to stop, just tell me.”

“Okay Steve. I can do that for you.” You said softly.

“That’s our good girl.” He said, swirling his index finger around your entrance.

“Shit.” You whispered, clenching your thighs together.

Steve, of course, took notice of this. “Yeah baby? You like being our good girl?” You blushed, nodding shyly. 

Eddie rubbed your shoulders, kissing your cheek gently. “You’re very good for us, sweetheart, telling us what you’re ready for.” You took a couple of deep breaths, trying to keep your wits about you a little longer. “And you can let go for us, just let us take care of you baby. All we want is to make you feel good.”

“I want you guys to make me feel good.” You said, leaning your head back against Eddie’s shoulder and taking some deep breaths.

Eddie spread your thighs a little wider so Steve could fit between them a little more comfortably. “You think you’re ready, honey?” Steve asked softly. You nodded, and Steve slipped his index finger into you, up to the first knuckle. “Is that okay?”

“Feels kinda weird, but I’m okay.” You said softly, squeezing Eddie’s hand. Eddie took his other hand and played with your nipple a little bit, rolling it between his fingers to keep it hard and then tugging on it until your eyes fluttered shut. “You can keep going, Stevie.”

Steve slowly slid the rest of his index finger into you, doing his best not to ram his finger into your walls, knowing that they can be very sensitive, especially to pain. In doing this, he was able to plan out how he would properly get inside of you when the time comes and you feel comfortable enough to do that. “How does that feel, sweetheart?”

“Feels very, very strange. But it doesn’t hurt as much as it normally does when I try this. Even when my nails are cut down like yours.” You said, doing your best to breathe properly. Steve slowly pulled most of his finger back out and then used the pad of his finger to slowly press up onto the little ridge he felt there. “Shit, Steve, what is that?” You asked.

“Well honey, I’m pretty sure that’s your G-spot.” He responded. “Feel good?”

“Doesn’t feel bad.” You replied, kissing Eddie’s neck softly in an attempt to hide.

Eddie stroked your hair softly. “You don’t have to hide, angel. And we can stop if you want. We definitely don’t have to go all the way tonight. We can stop right now, no questions asked.”

“I don’t want to stop now.” You said softly. “I want you guys to make me cum, but I don’t know if I am ready to go all the way tonight.”

“Is there something I can do to help you cum, sweetheart?” Steve asked. “I don’t have to keep fingering you if it’s not going to help.”

You shrugged. “I don’t think it’ll help this time, but when I get myself off, it’s from rubbing my clit.”

“I can do that for you, if you want me to.” Steve said. You nodded softly. “Okay, honey. Whatever you want.” Eddie slowly kissed up and down your neck, just so you didn’t forget he was there, ringed fingers softly playing with your nipples. Steve’s calloused right hand carefully gathered some of your wetness on his index and middle fingertips, gliding those two fingers up to play with your clit and causing a moan to drop out of you. “Yeah baby? Feels good?” He asked.

“Yeah, Steve, please. Feels s’good. Want more please.” You responded, licking your lips and leaning your head back against Eddie.

Steve kissed your stomach softly. “I can give you more baby, but you have to tell me what you want. More pressure?” You shook your head. “Faster?” You nodded.

“Please Stevie. Pressure’s good, need it faster.” You said, slowly bucking your hips into his hand.

“Okay, sweetheart. I can go faster for you.” Steve said, swirling his fingers around your clit faster while Eddie kept playing with you softly. 

After a couple of minutes of this, with Steve softly playing with the pressure and speed, you sighed softly. Eddie looked at you, “You doing okay, honey?” He asked softly. You shrugged. “Do you need something else? Not feeling good?”

“It feels good. I just- I- I don’t know.” You said softly.

“Do you want me to suck on your tits?” Steve asked.

“That might help.” You said. “I just don’t know.” 

Eddie kissed your forehead softly. “You’re allowed to be nervous, baby. It’s okay. And you don’t have to get off today either. If this is stressing you out and making you panic, we can stop, no questions asked.”

“It’s not making me panic.” You replied. “I just don’t know what I need to make it feel better. I can’t cum just from this.”

“Okay sweetheart.” Steve said softly. “What do you normally do when you’re getting yourself off?”

You blushed, looking around the room nervously so you didn’t have to look down at Steve looking up at you with those big brown eyes. “I’m normally reading something that gets me in the mood.”

“What if I talk dirty to you?” Eddie asked. “Whatever you’re reading to get yourself in the mood must be a little dirty.”

“I guess.” You mumbled.

Eddie tilted your chin up to face him. “Hey. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. We’ve got you, we always have. And if you’ll have us, we’ll help you get off until the end of time. So if you want this, baby, I need you to use your words.”

“Yes Eddie. Please.” You said, trying to go back to relaxing. “Stevie, w- would you mind sucking on my tits like Eddie did? I really liked that.”

“Oh, of course baby. Anything to make you feel good.” Steve said, propping himself up on his left arm over your torso so he could still play with your clit while he was sucking on your tits.

“Oh shit, Stevie. Th- that’s already better. Please.”

Eddie leaned his head down just a little bit so he could be closer to your ear. Not that he didn’t want Steve to hear what he had to say, but he figured it would be better for you like that. “Does that feel good baby? Do you like when Steve sucks on your tits?”

“Yeah Eddie.” You said. “It feels really good. I really like it.”

“Yeah, sweetheart. We knew you would. Always figured you’d have sensitive nipples.” He said, softly pinching the one Steve wasn’t sucking and rolling it between his fingers. “Does Steve’s mouth feel as good as mine?” Eddie asked. You nodded frantically, enjoying the differing sensation of Steve’s fingers on your clit and tongue on your nipple.

As Eddie kept talking, Steve switched tits, stopping right in the middle and sucking a large hickey there. “Steve!” You gasped, bucking your hips into him. “Fuck, shit, will you- fuck. Please do the tongue thing.” You said, letting the tension leave your body as you sagged into Eddie.

“Do you like when Steve makes you feel good, sweetheart? Like when he plays with your clit?” Eddie asked, teasing you as he gently nipped at your pulse point on your neck.

“Fuck, Eddie. Yes, fuck, I do. Always like when you two make me feel good.” You told him, starting to pant softly.

Steve noted this, being so close to your chest and all, and pulled off your tit to ask: “Are you getting close, honey? Gonna cum for me and Eddie?”

“Shit, Steve. Yeah, fuck, just like that please.” You said.

“Feeling good for Steve, honey?” Eddie growled softly in your ear.

You moaned, arching your back into Steve’s mouth. “Yes, Eddie. Fuck, please, Steve, just like that. Don’t stop, please.”

“He’s not going to stop, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about that. You’re doing such a good job for us, you know that?” Eddie told you. “Such a good girl for us.” You dragged Eddie’s hand to the nipple Steve wasn’t sucking on, prompting him to squeeze it lightly. “There you go, sweet girl. Doin’ so good tellin’ us what you want.”

“Eddie, Steve! Coming!” You said, thighs shaking under Steve, head thrown back against Eddie and eyes squeezed shut so hard you were seeing stars. Steve slowly brought his fingers off your clit, and pulled off your nipple gently, not wanting to drastically overstimulate you. You remembered to keep breathing, focusing on slowing your heart rate before you slowly heard Steve and Eddie’s breathing too.

Eddie brushed your hair off your face gently. “You back with us, sweetheart?”

“I- yeah.” You said, throat rough. “J- just gimme a minute.”

“Take all the time in the world, sweetheart.” Steve said, kissing your forehead. “I’m gonna get you some water. When you’re back, we’re gonna get you to use the bathroom, take a quick shower, and then you can get some rest.” He told you, heading to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

You giggled softly, snuggling into Eddie. “And what’s so funny to you, pretty girl?” He asked, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m naked and I’ve had an orgasm, and you’re both still fully dressed.” You said, fingers sliding to intertwine with his.

Eddie looked down at himself, and up at Steve when he walked back in. “You’re right, pretty girl, you’re right. Do you want us to change that?”

“Maybe after a quick shower, Eds.” You said, letting your eyes flutter shut.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Steve said. “I want you to drink for me. Can you do that?” You nodded, pushing yourself up against Eddie and taking the glass from Steve. You drank down the glass of water, with Steve softly praising you. “There you go, sweet girl. Doing such a good job keeping yourself hydrated for us.”

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After your shower, the boys and you curled up in your bed and cuddled until you fell asleep.

Over the next couple of weeks, when you were in the mood, they worked on getting you more comfortable with them. You learned that you really like when they play with your tits, and when Eddie swirls his tongue around your clit. They also started working on opening you up with their fingers, getting ready for you to be ready for one of them. And you started learning, slowly, as you were ready and less nervous, how to give one of them head. You had chosen Eddie to be your first for more things than Steve because Eddie’s cock was smaller than Steve’s in length and girth, and was slightly less intimidating for you. They’d never push you to take both of them, especially if you weren’t ready. It was also why they were shocked when you actually told them what you wanted one night over dinner.

“Boys?” You asked softly, bouncing your leg gently under the table.

“Yes sweetheart? You need something?” Eddie asked, grabbing your hand softly and running his thumb over the back of your hand.

You bit your bottom lip softly, Steve gently pulling it out of your mouth as you did. “You don’t have to worry about anything, honey. If there’s something you need or something you want to tell us, you’re safe with us. We’ll give you the world.” Please don’t end this. He thought. This has been the best few weeks of my life.

You opened your mouth to speak and took a deep breath before closing it again. Eddie squeezed your hand gently. “Ithinkimready” You spilled out in one breath, standing up from the table and rushing into the bathroom before either of them could say anything. You sat on the edge of the tub, taking a couple of deep breaths before reaching over to lock the door before they could walk in. You were too late because they both busted through the door before your hand made it to the lock.

“Baby.” Steve said, kneeling between your legs. “You don’t have to worry.”

“I- I know. But what if I’m bad? What if I hate it and I never want to do it again? What if it hurts?” You said, tearing up.

Eddie kissed your forehead softly. “Sweetheart, you could never be bad. And you know that your first time is all about you, it doesn’t matter to us if we cum. And if there’s anything you hate, then we’ll never do it again, no questions asked. And it might hurt, I’m not gonna lie to you about that. But, maybe not much more than our fingers did.”

You nodded. “Okay Eds, if you say so.”

“So what do you say, baby? You wanna finish dinner first or just go to bed now?” Steve asked, squeezing your hand.

“Now, please.” You said, taking them both by the hand and heading towards the bedroom..

Eddie smiled, squeezing your hand as you closed the door behind yourselves. “That’s our good girl.”

“Fuck, Eddie.” You breathed out, leaning your head into his shoulder.

“There you go, sweetheart. Just relax for us. We’re gonna make you feel so good.” Eddie said, picking you up and dropping you lightly on the bed. He kissed you softly, sliding his hands into the hem of your shirt. “Off?” He mumbled against your lips.

You nodded, gasping as Steve started kissing your neck. “Yeah, Eds, off please.” The two of them pulled off your shirt and after confirming it was okay, Steve started working the button on your jean shorts. Eddie rubbed your nipples through your bra gently, causing you to arch your back into him. “More. Eddie, more please.”

Eddie smirked, kissing you gently. “I can give you more, my love. Gotta take your bra off though, baby. That okay?”

“You can take it off, Eddie. I trust you. Trust Stevie too. Fuck, please don’t stop.” You said, taking in a deep breath of air as Steve’s thumb pressed on your clit lightly.

“Gonna make you cum once with my mouth and once on my fingers before Eds gives you his dick, that sound okay, honey?”

“Please, Steve.” You said, eyes fluttering shut as Eddie started sucking on your tits. “Fuck, please Steve, wanna cum for you.”

Steve slowly slipped a finger in the waistband of your underwear. “You will baby, you will. Can I take these off too?”

“Only if- fuck, Eddie- if, shit, you guys take your shirts off. I wanna- wanna see you.” You moaned as Eddie did that tongue thing again. “Fuck, more, please.” Eddie started trailing kisses down your chest and stomach, and Steve picked up where he left off, starting at your belly button and kissing lower. He then skipped your throbbing clit and started kissing your inner thighs, softly sucking in some places, but not hard enough to hurt you or leave a mark.

Eddie pulled off of your tits long enough to pull his shirt over his head, but then went right back to sucking on one and rolling your other nipple between his fingers. Steve dragged his head out from between your thighs to do the same, and then went straight back between your legs to suck lightly on your clit.

“Oh, fuck, Steve!” You cried, bucking your hips up. “Faster, please!” Steve squeezed your thighs softly, just giving you some extra stimulation as he kept sucking, swirling his tongue around, matching Eddie’s rhythm on your tits. “Don’t stop, fuck please don’t stop.” 

As Eddie pulled off one of your nipples to switch to the other, he lightly bit your nipple, and you moaned his name. Steve then licked a stripe up your folds, rubbing his thumb in small circles over your clit as he started slowly fucking his tongue in and our of you, causing you to gasp out his name. “How you feeling, baby?” Eddie asked, lightly squeezing your nipples as he talked to you. 

“Really good, Eddie. Fuck, gettin’ close, please don’t stop!” Eddie kept lightly abusing your nipples with his mouth and hands, doing that tongue thing that made your clit throb. “Steve, more, please!” You cried, threading your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. He moaned into you, rubbing your clit faster as he pulled your core closer to his mouth. Your thighs started shaking around Steve’s ears, so he threw the hand that wasn’t rubbing at your clit over your hips to hold you still enough that he could still make you feel good. You pulled Eddie off your tits, into a kiss, wanting him to be that much closer to you. “Please, Eddie, I’m so close.” He pulled on your nipples until you were toeing the line of pleasure and pain, before finding the pulse point in your neck and sucking there, running his tongue over it again and again until you cried out that you were cumming.

“There you go, sweet girl.” Eddie said, kissing your forehead and your nose as you started to come down from your high. However, Steve was having none of that as he slowly slipped his middle finger into you, feeling around for that spot inside that made you scream. He found it. He then decided to slip a second, and then third, finger into you. Steve slowly pumped them in and out of you, getting you used to it and then gently rubbing into your really sensitive spot while he softly licked at your clit, just to keep you feeling good. “How’s that feel, honey?” Eddie asked.

“G- good.” You stumbled over your words, being a little fuzzy after your orgasm. “I- it feels good Eds- Stevie- fuck please.”

Steve kept going with his fingers as he pulled off your clit to ask: “Please what, sweetheart? Use your words f’me.”

You threw your head back as Steve found the perfect rhythm on your clit. “Uh, fuck.” You started, eloquently. “Please faster. N- need more friction.”

“I can do that for you baby. What my princess wants, my princess gets.” Steve used his left hand to apply pressure to your lower stomach as he crooked his fingers upward, searching for that spot deep inside you that you couldn't actually reach and needed one of the two of them to reach with their big hands. Steve also blew cold air softly against you, watching as you bucked your hips up.

“Steve, please, your mouth, please.” You whined, searching for his head with your hands to push him towards your clit.

Eddie kissed your lips softly, taking your hands and putting them on his body. “Don't worry sweetheart, Stevie will make you feel good. He’s just teasing.” He told you, teasingly glaring at Steve as he did so. This caused Steve to finally take pity on you, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. He ran his tongue in tight circles, just like the both of them did around your nipples. Steve then matched his pace with his fingers, keeping them just a bit slower, not enough to throw off your rhythm, but enough that you wouldn’t get overstimulated or sore before you came.

“Fuck, Steve, that feels so good.” You moaned, bucking your hips up into him, which caused him to moan around your clit.

“There you go, sweetheart.” Eddie praised. “Isn’t that so much better?” You nodded, squeezing Eddie’s hand once. “Such a good girl for us, doll.” Eddie mouthed the shell of your ear lightly, just so he could whisper into your ear. “Steve’s doing such a good job hitting you just right there, isn’t he? He’s so good at that, with his long, thick fingers. Fuck, I know you just want to ride them for me one day sweetheart. That would be so hot, you riding Steve’s hand, grinding your clit up against the palm of his hand. You wanna try that one day, baby?”

“M- maybe-” You stuttered, not feeling very coherent in all your pleasure. “We’ll see, Eds.”

Eddie picked up one hand to gently pinch at your nipples again, knowing they were getting sensitive. “Don’t think about it now, sweetheart. All I want you to think about is how good you feel right now. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah, Eddie. Fuck, I- yeah, I can do that. It feels so good Stevie, please don’t stop.”

Steve finally released his suction grip on his clit to poke his head up from between your legs. “Oh, honey, I could spend forever giving head. I love it down here, using your thighs as my earmuffs is an honour. If you’d let me stay down here forever, I would.” He said, going back to suckle on your clit.

“Fuck, Steve, I’m getting really close.”

This is where Eddie decided to start talking you through it again so that you didn’t have to focus so hard just on the ‘it feels so good’, knowing that normally that’s just what you have to think about with them to be able to finish. When you’re reading something that you can get off to, you don’t have to think as hard about it, but with them, because you’re not as used to relying on someone else, you have to consciously think about the fact that it feels good so you don’t get too in your head and can’t finish. Eddie and Steve are totally fine if you don’t finish because of a reason like that, but they’re doing their best to eliminate that because they always want you to have pleasure when you’re with the two of them doing horny things.

“I know you’re getting close for us sweetheart, and you’re doing such a good job letting us know that.” Eddie said, kissing you very softly so that you could feel his breath softly against your cheeks as he pulled away. “You’re such a good girl, N/N. Taking Steve’s fingers so well, warming you up for me. Fuck, I know you’re gonna feel so good if you even feel half as good as you did when my fingers were in you yesterday. And you taste so fucking good, I can’t even begin to tell you. My Amortentia potion would be you, I love getting to have my lips against your skin, no matter which body part it is. And I know you like when I suck on your tits baby, so you must like my mouth too.”

“E- Eddie, can you now?” You panted, rocking your hips into Steve’s face.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at you gently. “Oh, our princess really wants to be spoiled, Steve. She’s getting all this pleasure from you and she still wants me to suck on her tits to get her to finish.”

“You don’t have to, Eds.” You said softly, pushing him off you.

“Oh, baby, of course I’m going to. I love having my mouth anywhere on you. I was just teasing with Stevie, don’t you worry. You ask and you shall receive.” Eddie said, kissing your neck and running his hands down your body to fondle at your tits while he slowly kissed his way there. When his mouth enveloped one of your nipples and sucked hard, the hand that was previously there stretched out to hold your own, squeezing twice. The code the three of you had come up with to say that everything was still going well. You squeezed twice slowly in response, having to remember what it meant in your pleasure-addled state.

Since Eddie had obviously been paying attention this whole time, he was well aware of the pace that both Steve’s tongue and his hand were going at, so he matched the pace of his mouth to Steve’s, but swirling in opposite directions. With his other hand, he rolled your nipple between his fingers gently, occasionally pinching roughly for a second before letting go again, knowing that you quite enjoy that sensation.

“Fuck! Eddie, Stevie, cumming!” You exclaimed, finally falling over the edge that they had held you at for so long while Eddie was teasing, not realizing that little bit of extra stimulation was all you needed.

Eddie kissed your forehead gently. “You did such a good job, sweetheart. Do you think you’re ready for me?”

You nodded, taking some deep breaths with your eyes closed. “Yeah Eds, I think I can do it. Just be gentle.”

“You know I will be.” He responded, kissing you softly. “I’m gonna put the condom on now, okay?”

You nodded again, holding Steve’s hand as he sat you up just a little so he could lay behind you. “Okay Eddie.”

“You’re gonna be just fine, princess.” Steve said, squeezing your hand gently. “Squeeze my hand if you need it.”

“I can do that, Stevie.” You told him, doing your best to get comfortable as Eddie lined himself up.

Eddie kissed both you and Steve gently. “Ready, baby girl? I’m gonna start with just the tip.”

“Yeah honey. I think I’m ready.” You nodded, letting Steve give you a quick kiss. Eddie slowly pushed in, having felt that you were still wet even though you were nervous. “Shit baby, you feel so big.” You said, squeezing Steve’s hand.

“Too much?” Eddie asked, pausing his movements.

You shook your head. “No, I can take it. I want to.”

Steve rubbed your shoulders gently. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Stevie. I don’t know that I don’t necessarily need to finish because I already have twice, but I want this. I know I can do it.” You told the boys, pulling Eddie in for a very soft kiss.

“Shit, sweetheart. You can’t do things like that when I’m barely inside you.” Eddie groaned, resting his forehead against yours. You giggled. Eddie hissed. “Can’t do that either honey. Fuck.”

“Okay Eds, I won’t do either, but I promise, you can keep going.” You said, doing your best to relax against Steve. This way, Eddie could start slowly pushing himself further inside you, stopping briefly every time he saw you squeeze Steve’s hand.

Just a moment later, Eddie stopped. “Fuck sweetheart, you feel so good around me. That’s it though, I’m all the way in.”

“Shit, really Eds? I did it?” You asked, breathing heavily and trying not to squeeze too tight around Eddie, knowing he was really sensitive right now too. “I feel so full.”

Steve rubbed your shoulders gently, pulling you in for a very gentle kiss. “You did it, baby girl. Any pain, discomfort?”

“It feels a little weird, y’know, I’m really not used to having anything in there. But it doesn’t hurt too badly. I think you could move if you wanted, honey.” You replied, slipping one hand under his hair to lightly scratch at his neck. 

Eddie let out a soft groan. “Shit honey, that’s not fair.”

Steve chuckled. “Since when do you like when we play fair, sweetheart?” You reached up to scratch softly at Steve’s neck as well, since you could feel that he was hard against your back. He groaned against the side of your neck, causing you to squeeze around Eddie. Eddie’s head thunked softly against your collarbone and he took a few deep breaths while pressed into your skin.

“You can’t do shit like that honey. I’m fucking gonna blow my load right now if you do that to me.” Eddie said, bucking his hips.

“You can- fuck Eds, you can move. I can handle it.” You said, kissing him softly on the top of his head.

“Are you sure, baby?” He asked. You nodded. Eddie slowly pulled out of you before thrusting back in.

“That feels good, Eds, shit.” You leaned your head back against Steve’s neck and kissed there gently, making him moan in sync with Eddie. Steve brought his hands up to play with your tits gently and squeezed one of your nipples just as Eddie hit a spot inside you. “Fuck, Eddie, there!”

Eddie kissed your neck softly. “Yeah sweetheart? Is that the spot to make you feel good for me?” You whined an affirmative in response. “I can aim for it more. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Eddie. Fuck, please make me cum again.” You replied, rocking your hips gently into his for more friction.

Steve and Eddie both groaned at the friction you were able to give each of them. “You need more friction, sweetheart?” Steve asked, gently squeezing your nipples.

“Please, Stevie.” You whined. “Rub my clit please.”

As Steve reached down to rub your clit, Eddie leaned over to suck on your tits, just the way you like. “You’re doing such a good job for us, baby.” Steve said. “You’re taking Eddie so well. You think Eddie can speed up a little?”

You nodded. “Yeah, Eds, whatever makes you feel best.” Eddie’s thrusts sped up, all of them angled at the spot that made you melt and he pressed one of his hands softly into your lower stomach, right where you could already feel him thrusting. “Oh my God, Eds, that feels so good.”

“Shit baby, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna be able to last.” Eddie said, sucking a mark between your tits.

“You don’t have to last, Eddie. Fuck, you can- you can cum. Please, I wanna feel you.” You begged, pulling Eddie in for a kiss.

Eddie stuttered. “You have to finish for me first sweetheart. Need you to cum first. You close?” He leaned back down to continue sucking on your tits.

You shook your head. “Not enough to cum before you do.”

Steve took that as his cue to keep talking to you, knowing that they both really wanted to give you three before Eddie finished. “You are such a good girl honey. You are doing such a good job, taking Eddie so well. Telling us everything you need.” He rubbed your clit faster, gently pressing his other hand against the back of Eddie’s head to keep his mouth there swirling faster around you. Steve kept talking, and after a couple of minutes all the stimulation was getting to you because you clutched both of them as close to you as they possibly could be and called out that you were cumming. 

Feeling you tighten around him, Eddie’s thrusts stopped as he finished, and he stopped holding himself up as much over you. The culmination of everything else, as well as you and Eddie unceremoniously landing on him, caused Steve to finish too. “That was- fuck, that was awesome.” Eddie said softly. “What do you think, baby?” He asked, pushing himself back up off the bed to brush some hair out of your face.

“I think we can definitely do that again, Eddie.” You replied. “But I also think we should get off of poor Stevie.”

“No need, princess. I’m fine here. But Eddie should pull out of you so you can use the bathroom before you get an infection.” Steve responded, which caused Eddie to groan. You whined a little as Eddie pulled out of you, feeling incredibly sensitive, and tried to stand up on your own. Your knees immediately buckled with Steve reaching out to grab you around the waist while Eddie had his back turned to throw the condom in his bedroom garbage can. “Okay sweetheart. How about I carry you to the bathroom then.”

You chuckled. “Steve, I think I can walk there and back myself.”

“I don’t think you can, honey. You can’t even stand up. But how’s this:” Steve began. “I will carry you to the bathroom and help clean you up, and Eds will reheat dinner and we can all refuel and rehydrate.”

Eddie pretended to protest in the background, but you agreed and Steve carried you to the bathroom so that you could clean up and actually use the bathroom while you were there. Eddie cleaned himself up using a tissue on the nightstand, and then put on boxers and sweatpants to head to the kitchen so that he could reheat each of your unfinished dinners. While each of your dinners was heating up, Eddie also poured each of you a fresh glass of water.

You came out after a couple of minutes, Steve close behind you, and sat down at the table. “Not that I want to rush this, because I am hungry after all that activity, but when we’re done, can we go back to bed and cuddle?” You asked before taking a bite of your reheated meal.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Eddie said, squeezing the hand your fork wasn’t in. “You never have to ask for cuddles after sex, that’s a guarantee. Especially when we’re all fed.”

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[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

"Old enemies and spilled coffee pt.4"

Or "Something made a hole in my backyard pt 4"

Shadow the hedghog x reader (platonic)

Notes: I know I´m taking my time to actually make Shadow, well, do something, but we are right there, I swear. As always, if you want to be on the taglist leave a comment, and if you just want to leave a comment I don´t mind either.

Btw, idk if this is obvious but I am NOT proofreading anything of what I'm writing. Enjoy!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 5.

You had already taken your alien-ish friend out of the box and laid it down on your bed so that it would be more comfortable. Once again you had doubted yourself over how comfortable it could possibly be, but as long as it couldn´t act in a way that showed uncomformity then it would have to deal with what it was given.

You had agreed to have lunch at your uncle´s house the next day. But in the meantime you had texted your aunt Maddie to ask her to come over to the house you were staying in under the pretense that you would share some pastries and talk about life for a while.

And so you sat on the couch waiting for time to pass and hoping that Maddie would be there soon. And, just like an angel sent from heaven, the doorbell rang and you sprinted to open the door.

On the other side awaited your lovely aunt with a huge smile on her face which reflected your own excitement. Hugs that lasted a little more than necessary and greetings were exchanged, you invited her inside and prepared tea, all while she talked about how much you had grown, how much she had missed you, etc.

"So how´s life? Any cute work friend I should know about or something?" Of course that would be between the questions, it was an aunt´s classic.

"No, everything has been rather boring actually, I mean, I was working at the salon back at home last month because they were short on staff, but truthfully? The gossip was the only entretaining part" You answered as you stirred your coffee, she had chosen chamomille tea.

"Uhhh, does that mean you can braid my hair now?" She asked with a smile as she sipped her tea and proceded to add more sugar to it.

That was one of the reasons you loved Maddie so much (not the sugar part) but the fact that she never juged your style of working, you were a freelance artist, so all the time you weren´t actively working on a project you would spend doing some minor jobs. Usually people would be all over you telling you to ´get a real job´ or stuff like that, but never Maddie, she was your ride or die, you could tell her that you were gonna climb the Everest and she would cheer you from the bottom.

That was why it came so handy that she was a vet. She probably wouldn´t even question the fact that you had brought a weirdly shaped animal all the way across the state. She trusted you, and you trusted her.

"Maddie, there´s something you should know, and I need you to remain calm and trust me, okay?"

She looked at you for a few seconds, her expression getting serious, and as she looked you dead into your eyes she asked softly:

"Is it that you are gay?"

"What! No!"

"OH, sorry, I thought this was like you getting out of the closet or..."

"No, I didn´t mean that I´m not gay, that was not what I was going to tell you!"

"Wait, so you are gay then?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, I just thought that was the topic we were discussing"

At some point between the exchange you both had broken into laughter, and somehow half of your coffe laid then spilled onto the table.

"I-I am so confused hahaha" she tried to speak in between laughs, but you could see how she was struggling to breathe, laugh and talk at the same time.

While still in your happy state you cleaned up the coffee puddle with a rag and took in a few breaths to relax. Once there was air in your lungs once more, and she had calmed down as well, you continued.

"I brought an... animal with me from home, and it kind of seems to be in like a coma? I would appreciate it if you took a look at it." You explained.

"You brought an animal in a coma all the way to Green Hill? That could be very dangerous for it" She scolded you slightly as she got up from her seat to follow you to the bedroom.

"I know, but it´s like nothing I had ever seen before, and I only trust you for this"

"Does this have something to do with your mother not letting you keep pets? Because you are an adult, you can have pets if you take care of them"

You stood in front of the door and looked at her a little bit as if she had lost her mind.

"No, that´s not it, but you have to promise that you won´t say a word to nobody"

She answered an "I promise" under her breath and you opened the door slowly, allowing her into the room. Maddie didn´t scream, neither did she look back at you as she entered the room. You stayed a little behind, just waiting for some type of reaction.

Maybe if you had been by her side you would have seen the way she frowned, as every little detail on the creature in front of her fell in place perfectly with the description that Sonic, her son, had given her about the hedghog who tried to kill her husband.

She knew it was a dangerous being, but laying down on that bed among the fluffy pillows he just looked... so calm.

Silence reigned the room for a few moments, and for some reason you felt that as if the air had become thick. She approached Shadow and lifted his limbs one by one, making sure that none of his bones were broken, even squeezing a little harder than necesary. And then, Maddie turned around with a smile, walked up to you, ruffled your hair, told you that it was unlikely that the thing would be asleep for longer than three days and left with the excuse of having to buy groceries.

And so, after the sound of the front door closing, as you were looking the way your aunt had left you were once more on your own.

And, if you hadn´t turned back around, you would have probably missed the sight of red eyes fluttering open.

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[xoxonamgyu]

We can fix this

Pairing: namgyu x f reader

Warnings: angst to fluff, swearing, use of y/n

Au out of the games

Summary: after his job makes you overthink and fight with him you leave and he knows he has to fix this

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you sat on the couch and waited for namgyu to get off work you look up at the clock and read the time *2:58 AM*

“Oh Jesus it’s almost 3am where is he.”

You got worried you knew he worked late at club pentagon but you still got worried.

*what if he’s cheating*

*what if he doesn’t love me anymore*

*what if he died?*

Finally after 10 more minutes he walks in the door noticeably high.

“hey baby why are you still up?” He asked

You stand up and walk to him

“Namgyu. It’s 3am and you’re high!”

“Nooo I’m not”

“Namgyu you can’t even say no properly!”

you start going off about things about safety and all your other concerns

“WOULD YOU GET OFF MY BACK?” He shouts

You stop talking and stare at him

“baby I’m sorry” he apologizes after he realized what he did

“Fuck you.”

“y/n.”

“I’m trying to talk to you about my worries but you don’t care.”

“I do.”

“no you don’t go back to work maybe there’s a girl there who won’t fight with you. You probably already met one. Piece of shit.”

He stares at you and walks towards you

“Say what you want about me I have never and will never cheat on you.”

“Mhm”

“Y/n. I’m fucking serious I wouldn’t.”

“whatever. I can’t do this we fight every night over your job I get it’s your job but you never even tell me it’s like you’re growing distant.”

“I’m not trying to.”

“well I’m done I’m sorry I’m leaving.”

“Y/n cmon we can fix this.”

“No.”

You walk out of the room before he can say anything else

You go pack your stuff and you don’t know where your gonna go probably just a hotel.

“baby. Please stop”

“fuck off namgyu!”

“No. Stop it”

you walk up to him and slap him

“FUCK Y/N!”

you stumble back and grab your bag and leave

you get in your car tears are piling out of your eyes

When you get to the hotel and check it you get to your room and lie down

you check your phone seeing if there are any texts there aren’t.

*probably brought a girl there.* you think

*no. I need to stop thinking about this*

meanwhile with namgyu he couldn’t stop thinking about you but he didn’t want to text you. even tho your slap hurt like a bitch he knew he deserved it and it broke him that you thought he would cheat on you. You were his whole world.

the next day went by so slow it was painful you stayed in the hotel room all day checking your phone nonstop, no texts from him.

“Guess he doesn’t care.”

back at the house namgyu was prepping for something, a apology. he wasn’t good with words but he talked with actions. He didn’t sleep last night he couldn’t not without you next to him.

It just a small but also big gesture he just had to hope you forgave him.

after he finished setting up your apology he texted you

when you got a message you practically jumped to your phone you felt so pathetic.

NAMGYU

y/n. please come home I need to talk to you.

YOU

I don’t know.

NAMGYU

please baby.

You put your phone down not knowing what to do even though that’s what you have been hoping he would text you.

*I guess I’ll go I need the rest of my stuff anyway.”

You grab your bag and get in your car and drive to the house

You knock on the door not knowing why your knocking it’s your damn house to.

namgyu opened the door on the first knock it’s like he was waiting at the door and oh wow he looked shitty.

“Y/n.”

“namgyu.”

“i-im sorry.”

“sure you are.”

“Please come in”

you walk in and look in the living room there’s a bouquet of flowers your favourite ones. A gift box and a card.

“namgyu what is this?”

“y/n. I’m not good with talking you know that and sorry just isn’t enough to say.”

you walk closer to the gift and open the box its 2 brackets. One with your initials and one with his.

“thank you namgyu.”

“of course do you forgive me?”

You don’t answer him but you walk closer to him and you put your hand on his cheek

“Damn i really hit you hard didn’t i?”

“oh you sure did.” He chuckles

You chuckle to.

“I’m sorry for that.” You rub your hand on it

“don’t be. I deserved it.”

“yeah but still. I’m also sorry for saying that you would cheat I know you wouldn’t I just think to much.”

“Y/n dont apologize your feelings are your feelings and I should have tried to talk to you more instead of fighting with you every night and I’m so so so sorry.”

you just stare at him and he stares at you. You don’t know what to say to him.

“I forgive you.” You look down

“really?”

“yes.”

“oh thank you y/n i love you.”

“I love you to.”

He pulls you in for a kiss

it was soft and apologetic.

when you pull back you smile at him

“we still need to talk about things tho namgyu.”

“Oh I know baby I promise I’ll change.”

“I’m believing you.”

“I won’t hurt you again.” He smiles at you

he walks closer and hugs you tight like your going to disappear if he holds you any looser.

he was so glad to have you back and you were glad to be back. he would spend the rest of his life making up the past to you if he had to.

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Hii! I’m so sorry it’s kind of short I started running out of ideas half way thru and I wasn’t motivated I’m thinking of some fun story’s tho :) I hope you enjoyed!

[lycanlure]

NO LOVE TO GIVE : Time Alone (1)

Three weeks have passed, Karina has slowly changed. After what we did last night, she looked less stressed.

"Y/N, can you please clean the attic? I might put some of my things there." She said to me while her coffee was in her hands.

"Sure, is there anything else?" I looked at her as my hands were occupied by a basket full of laundry.

She slowly approached me and held my waist.

She leaned in and kissed me.

"Hey! What was that for?" I giggled and held my lips.

"Nothing, just..." She then turned around and walked to the door.

"I'm going out for awhile, I may not be back for a week and yeah that's it. See ya" She looked at me one last time and smiled.

"Alright." I replied as she walked to her car. Pretty sure she didn't hear me but what the hell.

All day you cleaned the house and also did her request to clean up the attic but then as you were cleaning thoroughly.

"Oh, the old wedding pictures..." You grabbed the box filled with the memories of the past.

When you looked at them, you noticed you were smiling and Karina... She never once smiled in the pictures.

You fully know that it was against her to marry you. She never liked, knew, or even got to know you, her father just straight up made her marry you for a business deal.

It worked out, for your father and hers. You on the other hand, wanted to make use of yourself. Many times your father has told you how useless you were and hoping one day, you'll finally have use for him. He insisted you were all face and no brains, so he made you the face of the company. Yet it was not enough for him, so when a rival company wanted a truce and a form of unity in order to thrive, not as opponents but as allies.

A/N POV

They decided that marriage between their children would be a form of alliance that could be established. So Karina, as being the only child, was 3 years older than Y/N. While Y/N was the youngest son, his other brothers already have wives and children. So they tried convincing the two to marry, Karina was too tight at first, but then his father told her to just have his boyfriend around... You still know they're still together, but they don't hang out in your house. So, nonetheless, Karina agreed. While you agreed immediately, you didn't want to disappoint your father.

When the two of you met, Karina's eyes were blank. Like she didn't even want to be there, so the two of you "hung out". Both of you walked through the mall with deafening silence. That even small talks were as awkward as walking together in a mall with such a huge distance. So you tried breaking the ice...

2 years ago...

"You have a boyfriend, am I right?" You asked her as soon as both of you sat in a near bench.

"Yeah... Sorry" She looked down.

"It's fine... I should be the one to say sorry though." You laughed and scratched your nape.

She looked at you.

"I know this must be so awkward for you and you must have a reason to say yes and I had a reason too... I wanted to make my dad proud, but I didn't want to be just the face of my fathers company and..." You blabbed and Karina sat there and listened through your rants.

And that instance... You felt something, you started to have feelings for her, sure she never had any for you but...

A person that listens to your non-stop blabbering is such a green for you. It hurts sometimes but she's married to you, marriage with benefits is what I call it. It's a sadder version but hey, I got someone that listens to me when she's not being taken by her boyfriend...

You fell for her, thats the short version...

She has always been so beautiful, she's such a breath taker that taking a glance at her from afar just... Makes things worthwhile.

Sometimes you get caught staring and you never deny it. She would come to you and then say this in the most high-key, teasing voice ever, "Why are you staring at me?!" and she would smack my arm ever so lightly and sometimes you would jokingly say "Am I not allowed to stare at my wife?" silence would be deafening but both of you just laugh out loud. "Eww, stop it!" It hurts you when she says that but for you to hear her laugh just makes the pain ease up.

But then, they broke up.

When you find out, Karina had already started drinking.

You always find her outside of the door. Laying, bottle in hand.

"Karina..." You sighed as you grabbed her hand and held her up.

"My love..." She started to mutter something

"Call me... My love..." She threw her head on your shoulders.

"Please... Don't ever say my name... Even when I'm not drunk anymore" She added, her voice breaking as she burst into tears.

"O-Ok, my love..." It was awkward at first but she smiled.

You brought her to her room and lay her down.

"Goodnight..."

"Hey! "My love"?"

"Fine. Goodnight, my love."

She giggled as she drifted to her sleep.

My knees began to get weak as soon as you left her room, the feeling of calling her "My Love" just turns you into a soft and mushy mess...

You never would've thought that the girl that you slowly fall for started to act so lovey dovey with you.

But you know, this is just a way for her to cope. Her heart is broken, she's trying to fix it with different pieces.

Next Morning

She woke up groggy as the hangover caught up to her. "Ugh... Wait, h-how did I get here".

Her face looked puzzled, as she remembers Y/N lifting her up and then remembering the things she had said to Y/N.

"Well... He's gonna call me love now. Might as well just let him do it..." Karina slowly got up as her head was spinning.

She went downstairs and was met with a very nice scent of sweet and a pleasing smell that came from the kitchen.

"Good Morning, Karina... Or should I say My Love?" Y/N teasingly said as he flipped the pancakes gracefully.

"Hey! Do you really have to say that?" Karina grabbed both of his shoulders playfully as whilst jumping.

"Oh, as I remember last night, you told me to call you "My love", or am I wrong?" I smirked and placed the pancake her supposedly plate.

"Or you didn't mean it?" I looked at her.

"Well... You can start calling me that" She looked down, playing the hem of his apron.

"Cause maybe Dad will be visiting and I don't want him to think we are not developing into something..." She quickly added and looked at you.

"Tell me, Karina."

"Did you guys... Broke up?"

She looked at you shocked, like 'How did you know?!', 'when did you know' kind of face.

"W-Wait, how did you kno-" You cut her as soon as she spoke.

"Its just... Both of you haven't been here and I can see that you haven't been smiling for the past 2 weeks... And also you're always drunk when you come home." You looked at her worried as you placed her plate on the dining table.

"Oh..." She covered her mouth slowly, as she followed you with her eyes.

"If this is how you cope up with your break-up, I don't mind..." You slowly paced back to her.

"I know... I'm not your type, but." You looked at her eyes again.

"But, we can at least try this... Husband and Wife stuff, if you want t-" A hand immediately held yours.

"Yes!" Her eyes gleamed.

"O-Oh, are you su-"

"Yes, after all... We've known each other for what? 9 months now? It doesn't hurt to try-"

After 1 week

A knock loudly banged the door.

A drunk Karina, is what you faced.

"Karina... I've told you to stop drinking... My lo-" she cuts you off as a slap came across to your face.

"Fuck. You." She said as she pointed you with her fingers, still holding a bottle.

"Karina, what is this about?" You ignored the pain and continued to consult her.

"Get out of my way" She pushed you aside as she went to the couch and slammed herself on it.

You went to grab her bottle but she snagged it away from you.

"Karina. Give it"

"Fuck, no."

"Please... I thought you'd stop after we talked..."

"Just to remind you, your father and my dad. Dumped me the company! And left me to fend for myself! And the secretary was no fucking help! Sure its only for 2 months yet it has only been 2 days and its so fucking stressful-" She ranted to you, breaking a few vases and shelves but atleast she didnt laid her hands on you... yet.

1 month had passed.

"M-My love..." You spoke sheepishly in front of the closed door, and you held your bruised wrist.

"What?! Don't you see I'm busy?!" Her eyes darkened and her hands gripped the paper she was holding.

"D-Dinner is ready..." You looked down, opening the door slightly.

"I'll eat when I'm done. Fuck off." She coldly turned around and went back to her work.

'She just stressed... That's all...' You sighed as you went down to the living room.

You waited for her downstairs, at the dining table.

You wanted to wait for her.

But she immediately got out of her office and went to the dining table.

She then sat near me and looked at me.

"Let's eat." She coldly said as she went to eat.

You smiled at her, but as soon as both of you ate.

The silence was too loud to not notice.

So you wanted to break it.

"Um, my love... Karina, I want to bring you to a therapist." You looked down on your plate.

She looked at you confused.

"I'm not crazy, Y/N for fuck sake... Do you really thin-"

"It's just... no, not like that, Karina... but you get so frustrated so easily recently. And I know how stressed you are, and maybe you have some underlying anger issues that are unresolved." You looked at her worried.

You reached for her hands.

"I, no, both of us should find a way to solve tha-"

She slid away.

"No." She went back to eating her dinner.

"O-oh, alright then..." You looked at her. You retreat your hand.

As both of you are done.

You went to clean up the dishes and the table.

No words were spoken that night, both of you went to do your perspective responsibilities.

You did housework and she did hers.

You both slept at the same bed.

It always had felt like both of your presence weren't there, a robotic feeling, cold, distant, emotionless.

It had always felt like both of you were strangers or a co-worker. You wanted to talk, but words hanged in your mouth like a hook, trying to fish in an empty lake.

"Kari- My love, um, I'm sorry about earlier... you're not crazy, its just that, you've been so stre-"

"Can yo shut up? I'm going to sleep, I have a big day tomorrow"

She cuts you off like you're an employee. Both of you know that this marriage would never turn into something. You're the only one who thought about the idea of marriage while she just wanted the CEO position, and now she's training for it, and it's causing her a lot of things.

Three months had passed, and her alchohol addiction grew. And her temperment never changed,

"My love!" You screamed as the bottle she held was thrown on the wall

As a glass hit you in the thigh, immediately changing the atmosphere in your home

"K-Karina, please call an ambulance. I think a shard nipped my legs bad, and it's bleeding a lot."

Karina, who was deep in alcohol somewhat snapped out of her drunken state. She fumbled on her phone and called the ambulance, but yet her alcoholic episode doesn't end there.

2 days after

"My love, please dont drink too much again..." You said as she had already drank her 3rd bottle

"Mm? Dont worry, I won't lash out on you..." She stared at you, like she wanted something, this is where some things started to happen...

"What are you looking at, Karina?" You said as you went clean up her mess in the living room

"You look so good tonight, I love that white polo on you." She smirked as her hands began to wrap around my waist, her fingers playing with my pockets, inching herself closer as I wiped every wet spots in the coffee table.

"Karina, s-stop" Her hands slowly went to rub on my member. This was the first time she started to touch you so intimately. She then closed your gap

Her lips slowly travelled in the back of your neck, slowly kissing them...

She whispered "Lets go upstairs, I wanna try something"

And there it was, the very first time she touched me and the night when she took my first, drunk.

The next morning she found out that she did do it and she kept saying she was sorry and didn't mean to but you waved it off.

"It's fine, my love. It's a good thing you didn't lashed out again"

You tried to reassure her everything is fine

"But, I took your first... Are you sure it's alright?"

She looked at you shyly, trying to not be awkward.

"Yes, if you wanted to do it again... I won't say no if that's what it takes to take care of your episodes"

You smiled as you stared at her, giving her a bit of a warm approach.

She smiled, and you handed her lunch as she went to her car and waved goodbye.

Another good day...

That's what you have thought, and when she arrived, oh dear...

A bottle in her hand, and a box of... goodness, its a box of condoms.

You know she remembered what you said will take advantage of it.

Y/N POV

"Hey, sweet stuff" She began to stepped in closer as she grabbed you waist, kissing your lips immediately.

The taste of her lips was alcohol, tempting is what it was.

She then kissed my neck slowly and accurately. Kissing the sensitive spots, making sure to get me on my edge.

"You looked nice this evening. Did you put on a new perfume?" She asked as she stopped and looked at me...

Me, who was deep in thinking, how'd she do me again shuttered.

"U-Uh, y-yeah, um, I put on the perfume you bought me last week, thinking it would be nice using it for today"

I nervously replied, her hands then dove lowered, squeezing my bottoms softly.

I slightly moaned, I struggled keeping my voice down, oh how hard it was to hold myself while she was doing unholy things to me...

"Like that?" Her voice deep, sultry. Her hands kept playing with my ass. She's going to make me lose every ounce of self-respect I have if she keeps doing this.

"N-No..."

"I like it when you play hard to get." She then moved her hands upward, her hands touched my bare back. I flinched as her cold hands began to wonder inside my back.

She then bury herself in my neck, savouring it, each lick was possesive, her saliva slathered all over in my neck.

As if she was marking me...

"K-Karina, you're drunk again, s-stop-" I tried moving away from her, but her grip was strong enough to keep me in my place.

As the night came in, she used again...

And then we're here now, she's changed in a course of 3 weeks, her drinking lessened and her temper gotten even better.

She might have been a bad wife for so long, but I know she'll change, and she's almost there.

I cleaned the house, entirely.

And then Chaewon appeared in front of the door, waiting...

Continue???

[onmyyan]

Cold cases warm faces pt.2

A/n: part two for the lovely anon who requested it, thank you for your sweet words I'm so happy you're enjoying my work!! 🥰 Headcannons and a drabble at the end part one here

Shortly after you're brought to your new "home" a fight breaks out over who gets to feed you.

You sat silent and amused by the situation, after all it wasn't every day you got kidnapped by a group of vigilantes

At first you thought this was a betrayal, thought you'd end up in a box or something worse, but then the argument breaks out and you can't help but grin at the lovestruck idiots before you.

Leaned back, legs spread an aura of confidence pours out from your bound form.

Dick was the first to approach you, crouched down to be eye level with you, Dick smiles at you like you held the sun in your hands.

"I'm sorry about all this- I know you have questions but there's pressing matters to attend to," he rolls up the sleeve of his costume revealing a toned forearm, you could hear his blood flowing, calling your name like a siren song.

Before he could come any closer he was yanked backwards by Jason, the behemoth of a man glared down at his older brother an air of danger around him.

"the fuck you think you're doing Dickie? If anyone's feeding her it's me."

"and why is that exactly?" Tim speaks up, his question on everyone's mind

"Because I'm healthy -"

This argument included everyone but Damien, who amidst the commotion, slits his arm open with his sword, proudly displaying his wrist with gleaming eyes, "Take it." He says quietly, as if the words were only for you to hear.

Without hesitation your lips are wrapped around his wrist, fangs sinking in with not even a flinch from the man before you

After this a schedule is worked out.

You could escape if you wanted to, but you were having too much fun with them all.

Five men fighting tooth and claw for the slightest bit of affection from you

You're dressed in the finest luxuries money can afford Bruce wouldn't admit it but he loves dressing you up , lathering you in gifts

Dick is utterly enamored by you, he love listening to you talk about your past, as long as you don't bring up past lovers of course .

Jason is your lapdog he rarely leaves his side, absolutely needs to have his head in your lap while you speak of anything and everything

Tim studies everything there is to know about your kind because he completely intends to join you in eternity

Although he's not the first to approach you about this subject, that title goes to Jason, one afternoon during one of your many talks, he breached the subject of your maker, someone you hadn't thought about in years.

“It’s difficult to explain to humans. Hell I wouldn’t have understood it 100 years ago,” you paused to lick your lips, scouring your mind for the right words to describe the answer to their question. “A sire bond is kind of unavoidable tethering between a maker and their well, sire.” Jason’s eyes didn’t dare look away from your form, eagerly drinking your word. “If she told me to jump I’d have to ask how high.” Your hands rubbed together, an anxious habit from your human life that hadn’t shown itself in centuries. The mere thought of your maker left you with a complex cocktail of emotions, clearly visible on your face, an ugly feeling settled at the pit of Jason’s stomach, he’d never seen such a look on your face, and for it to come from some woman he didn't know- he forced himself from his darkening thoughts at your sudden movement.

You were now pacing the room, gracefully maneuvering around the space. “For the first few years it’s all but impossible to be without them, it’s like this incessant burn that can’t be soothed without them.” He nodded, all too familiar with the feeling.

"supposedly your closest bond is that of a maker and their sire

"Turn me" your shock couldn't be hidden but he didn't let you sit in it for long.

"I'm dead serious. You're the air in my lungs and the idea of you spending eternity alone don't sit right with me, I've already died once, whats one more time?"

"Jason-"

"I love you- every fiber in my being was pulled into existance to love you. Please let me."

[blueberrykizz]

Let me be Selfish (chapter 2)

Bob Reynold x fem! Reader

Part 1

Summary: After years of being apart and moving to Manhattan, New York City from Sarasota Springs, Florida and in a new relationship, you see a familiar face on the news.

Notes: Since we don't really know how old Bob is supposed to be l'm gonna say in this story he's like 28 and reader is like 26-27 just she's only a little bit younger then him but she's out of college and a teacher for second grade.

Warnings: cheating sort of? (Not on Bob), Arguing (not with bob), toxic relationship (again not with Bob), swearing, brings up teen pregnancy (in a small part of a conversation), Bob talks about his drug use,

!THIS IS NOT PROOF READ! So I'm sorry if it's shit

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I gently pulled away as I looked down and sighed “Bob, I-I should go.” I said as I grabbed my coffee before I felt Bobs hand grab my wrist. As he looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“(Reader) please….j-just stay for a moment.” Bobs eyes were looking up at me as I looked at him for a moment before nodding my head.

I sat back down a little further from Bob as he let go of my wrist before he sighed and rubbed his eyes, as he looked ashamed, “I was stupid, okay? I didn’t want to leave you but, (reader) y-you knew what you wanted in life. Graduate high school, go for college for early children’s education…get married, have a family.” I looked up at Bob as he sounded like he was going to cry

“Bob…we were teenagers, the whole marriage and family thing was way down in the future for me back then.” I sigh as Bob nods his head

“Ya but you talked about it, and it scared the shit out of me, I dropped out of high school and I was smoking, and you were….God you were on the road to success, and I remember your parents getting on me about how I was holding you back, and if I made us teen parents, they’d kill me.” He laughed softly as I looked up at him

I laugh a little in response as Bob continues “I was sacred that because of me…you would never get out of Sarasota springs, like you wanted. And I was starting to get addicted to drugs and meth. I remember at your graduation I was out of it, I regret that so much now.” Bob nearly cried as I looked down

I tap my cup as I sighed “Ya…because we got in an argument, I was so pissed off.” I sigh as Bob nods his head, “That was when you told me it was either weed or you. That was before you found out I was also doing meth and all that” Bob said ashamed

I felt my eyes water “And y-you picked drugs…I remember because it was after the graduation at the graduation party and I couldn’t find you anywhere until I went to the front to see you buying from someone still high.” I sniffed as Bob looked up at me,

“If I could take it all back I would, I hated myself…still do because of that moment. I hated myself so much, after it happened I went home packed a bag a left” Bob eyes were watery as I looked down.

“I went to your house the next day…snuck in through your window. Your mom was home and she had just called my parents to see if you were at my place, she was worried and was asking all the neighbors where you were. I thought maybe you were just ignoring her and was in your room like you always did, but when I got there….and didn’t see you I cried, saw you left you room in a mess like you were in a hurry, the pictures you had of us on your wall on the ground and the pictures frame of me and you from the beach broken on the floor.” I felt a tear run down my face

“I remember laying in your bed because I missed you, took one of your shirts because it smelled like you…then I put all those pictures back into your memory box, i kept the picture that was in the frame. I still have the picture and your shirt.” I laugh softly as I wipe my face as Bob looked at me with wide eyes.

We sat there in silence Bob looked at me as I looked around the park seeing family’s playing, friends laughing, couples chatting. I didn’t say anything as a tear feel down my face and before I could wipe it away I felt another hand wipe it.

I looked back at Bob as he smiled gently at me, “I’m sorry for how I was when I was younger, I was stupid and dumb. I would understand if you actually hated me.” He spoke softly and embarrassed

I shake my head before gently scooting closer to him before resting my head on his shoulder, “I could never hate you Bob…I loved you to much to ever hate you even years later.” I sighed

I felt Bob become tense before I took his hand making small circles with my thumb just like I did when we were younger, Bob soon relaxed before thinking he kissed my head, “I still really want to be selfish.” He said quietly as if a whisper to himself

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We sat like that for hours, people watching in that park together spoke softly to each other about random things, it was nice and gentle. I wish it lasted longer.

Bob had gotten a call and told me he had to head back as I nodded my head telling I should probably head back home as well to finish up grading homework from my students.

When leaving the park Bob was going one way and I was going the other way, we looked at each other not saying much as Bob held my hand still he looked at me with softness as I stared up at him, almost as if we didn’t have to talk to understand each other.

A moment passed before I finally took breath “I-I should get going.” I said softly as bob nods still hesitant to let me go, as if he was scared that if he let go he’ll lose me. But soon he finally let go tucked his hand in his pocket and said his goodbye when he was about to turn away I acted without thinking and kissed his cheek before pulling away seeing the lipgloss it left behind

“Get home safe Bob, text me.” I looked up at him with a smile before turning around and heading home, I looked back for a moment expecting Bob to be gone but he was still standing in that spot looking at me.

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On my walk home I had much to think about, how I felt about Bob, what I should do about Nick. It was a lot.

When I finally got to my apartment and closed the door I walked into the kitchen to get some water where I found Nick making pasta, “Hey hon, thought I make dinner tonight.” Nick said happily before going to kiss my cheek.

I hum in response as I drinked my water before telling him I was going to grade.

Nick didn’t say anything for a moment, before I turning to me, “I don’t like you working at home, in fact I don’t understand why you work? (Reader) I make more than enough for the both of us.” Nick said as I rolled my eyes as Nick went on and on like he always did when I worked at home.

I finally cut him off “Well we’re not married, nor live together so…gotta pay my rent somehow Nick.” I said slightly annoyed as I sat down and began grading as Nick let out a sigh “Well we could get married.”

I froze for a moment “What?” I said as Nick chucked softly “I’m just saying it would make perfect sense, and you won’t have to work anymore, rely on me. Of course when we get married…you’ll have to stop being friends with certain people I don’t like…they’re just bad examples and people I already don’t like you being around.”

Nick spoke so casually about wanting to basically control my life like he wasn’t already. Nick came over with the food and he gave me my plate before sitting across from me.

“Nick I enjoyed my job, and I enjoy being with my friends.” I say softly not in the mood to argue with Nick. As he sighs “You don’t know what you’ll enjoy or like in a couple of years, and I just want what’s best for you, that’s all I want for you. I mean why take care of other people’s kids when we could have our own one day for you to take care of.” Nick said as he took a bit of his food

An image instantly came to mind of me having nicks kids and I instantly felt sick and lost my appetite,

“Well what if I don’t want that?” I looked up at Nick as he rolled his eyes “Well then (reader) you’re just being selfish.” I could tell Nick was getting a little bit annoyed with me since I didn’t immediately obliged

I sigh “Then I’m selfish, because I don’t see myself ever wanting that life…with you.” I mumble the last part

Nick bit the inside of his cheek as he shook his head “You’re being ridiculous, (reader) I just want what’s best for us, and I don’t really appreciate this conversation after I let you go out with a friend almost all day.” Nick was irritated as I looked at him in shock,

“Let me? Nick I’m a grown woman. I can do whatever I damn please and be around whoever I want.” I raised my voice was irritated as I looked up at Nick.

He was about to say something before my phone buzzed, and before I could reach it Nick instantly picked it up to read the text.

New message

Bobby: “I just got back home, wanted to tell you I thought about you and our conversation on my way back, I miss being around you. Anyways hope you take my advice have a good night sweet dreams.”

Nick read the text out loud before slamming my phone down “What the fuck!” Nick raised his voice “You told me you were going out with some friends, and instead you went out with…who the hell is this guy?!” Nick clenched his hand around my phone as I sighed

“He’s an old friend, and I didn’t tell you it was a guy because this is how you’ll react.” I dropped my fork looking at Nick

He shook his head “Damn right, and what was this conversation and advice, huh?! The guy probably wants to get your pants, with the whole ‘I miss being around you’ and ‘sweet dreams’ bullshit.”

I sighed “I don’t want to argue okay? Can we just leave it?” I spoke softly hoping that it would calm Nick down

But instead he got up threw my phone back at me got his coat and keys “I need to get a drink, after finding out my girlfriend is just a liar and a whore!” Nick yelled at me before leaving and slamming the door

I sat there in silence not knowing what to do tears ran down my face, my phone buzzed again it was from Bob, it was a yellow heart emoji, I laughed to myself a little.

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Two days went by and Nick never came back, I didn’t expect him to. I already had a plan in my head if he ever did, I would break up with him.

I had packed his stuff already in a couple of boxes, just a few clothes he left and his bathroom supplies, along with some decor he insisted I put up even though it didn’t match at all.

I was currently at my school in my classroom, my students were at lunch, I was planning my next weeks lesson when I heard a knock on the classroom door, expecting one of mu students I didn’t fully looked up “What do you need sweetie.” I said before looking up to see Bob.

“Bob! Oh, sorry I thought you were one of the students.” I instantly stood up and fixed my skirt that went to my feet. As he smiled down at me, “Hey…I was in the area…I remember you told me the school you worked at, thought I’d come by say hi and you texted me earlier saying you had forgotten your lunch so….I bring gifts.” Bob lifted the togo bag with a shy smile

I invited Bob in as I got one of the kids seats for him to sit with me and my desk as he brought out the subs I caught a glimpse of the receipt ‘Delmar’s’ I looked up at Bob “You didn’t. Bob you went to Queens just for the subs.” I laughed gently as Bob shrugged as his cheeks went pink

“I thought I hid it well with a different bag, but you told this was the best deli place ever….thought I would bring you something you actually enjoy.” Bob smiled as I looked up at him

He handed me the sub as I laughed softly to myself “You got my order right.” I said as I unwrapped the food as Bob looked at me

“I just got it like you use to back in high school. The guy gave me a hard time started going of on me in Spanish some guy had to help translate what he said to me guess the owner knew him, his name was Peter or something, but I explained that the order was for you and the man instantly stoped and made the order.” Bob shrugged as I laughed

“Mr. Delmar, good man I helped him raise money for a new shop after his last one caught on fire, he has a cute cat too.” I smiled before taking a bit of my sub as it instantly hit the spot

Bob chuckled softly at my reaction before he took a bite of his own and looked at me with wide eyes “This is amazing.” I nod my head as we ate in silence before I went to my desk drawer and got a small bag of chips as we ate.

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Bob stayed for a while as he looked around my classroom and saw all the pictures the kids drew nearly half of them was the new Avenger’s most didn’t have Bob only a couple and that was because the kids would copy the pictures from the news.

Bob listened to me talk about my students and how much I had to use his friends as a way to connect with my students to have them listen. I told him about my lessons plans and everything I would think he would find boring but instead he gave me his full attention and helped me come up with new ideas for crafts to make with the kids.

We talked for what felt like eternity as he told me all about the Avengers and how Bucky was in someway the mom of the group and always had to make sure Walker was behaving himself, and how at dinner Yelena would have her guinea pig eat at the table with them so if it ever got silent you would just hear her guinea pig munching on it food.

We laughed over so many things is was nice and comfortable. But when the silence hit, me and Bob just looked at each other enjoying each other company in silence.

We didn’t talk as Bob ate some chips as I finished some emails. Bob didn’t interrupt he sat patiently waiting for me to finish, he went on his phone for a moment before laying it on the desk and continued to look around my classroom and got a close look at the kids drawing some being about the kids family’s, their friends, the avengers, and me. He smiled at the drawings as he looked over them,

I sent the email before I got up to stand next Bob as he looked around, we stood in silence before he spoke up, “You’re students seem to love you.” I smile at his words as I looked up at him, “ya some of kids parents actually appreciate how much I do for the students.” I smile as Bob nods his head before looking down at me

He was about to say something when the bell rang indicating lunch was over, I sighed before grabbing my eyes to the classroom “Well I have to go get my student…I’m happy you came over Bob.” I say as Bob nods his head before going to wrap up his leftover sub and walk out with me

“Of course, couldn’t have you go hungry, you’re educating the brains of our future.” He smiled and chuckled a little as I playfully rolled my eyes as we walked out, “Well I should go get them…text me when you get home, be safe.” I wave at Bob as he nods giving me a small wave before turning to leave to the front office.

As I walked the other way I had an idea, I turned around to face Bob who was already looking at me before I gave him a smile “Hey Bob? Is there a chance…I don’t know…but if the team, the avengers could…could come to school and meet the kids? I’m sure the kids here would be thrilled.” I smiled as Bob looked hesitant before nods “I-I’ll talk to them about it.” He gave me a smile as nod “Thank you, I would appreciate it, just let me know.” I smile before giving him a wave as he turned around to leave as I turned back towards the playground.

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When the school day ended and my students were all picked up, I finally checked my phone as Bob texted me a while ago telling me he was back at the tower before sending me a picture of Yelena and her guinea pig eating together at the table.

I laughed to myself as I texted him back

(Reader): Omg you weren’t lying lmao that’s so cute.

I smiled to myself as I sent the message before getting up with my coffee mug to head to the teachers lounge to get a refill as I saw some of coworkers in there chatting.

I quietly went to the corner where the coffee maker was before the lounge went quiet as they looked at me. Before my colleague Jason and Sarah spoke up, “Someone had a surprise guest come by for lunch who just so happens to be part of the new avengers.” They smiled as I rolled my eyes at the

“He’s my friend and Bob is not part of the new avengers…he just lives with them…and is their when they have press talks in the background.” I say as I add sugar to my coffee

As Jason leaned against the counter next to me “Ya sure. Anyways dose Nick know?” Jason wanted to know all drama and details as Sarah liked to stay silent and listen,

I shake my head before I whisper to them, “Well me and Nick… aren’t really on speaking terms right now, and I could honestly care less if it bothers him or not.” I smile as Jason and Sarah looked at each other with wide eyes as I smile at them with a shrug before leaning against the counter sipping my coffee

Jason shakes his head “Oh naughty, naughty.” He laughed as I smiled at me as Sarah looked at me “So are you and Nick…over?” She asked as I sighed “Well we will be, once he gets over this stupid tantrum of his, I’ll tell him I’m over it, I already have his stuff packed.” Sarah looked at Jason then at me

“I’m just so done with his bullshit.” I sigh as Sarah nods with Jason, they were one of my few friends that actually said I should leave Nick.

They gave me a soft smile as Sarah pat my back “Well we’re on side with this, I mean from what you’ve told me and Jason, Nick seems like a selfish dick.” Jason nods in agreement with her as I gave them both a soft smile and thank you before fixing my hair “Well I should finish up grading my kid’s math assignment.” I smile before leave the teacher lounge.

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When I finally got home I put my bag and leftover sub on the kitchen table beside immediately going to my bedroom and flopping on the bed, kicking off my shoes before I texted Bob I was back home.

I laid on my bed staring up at the ceiling as I let out a sigh before my phone buzzed with Bob sending a thumbs up and yellow heart emoji before he sent a text.

Bobby: “Glad to know, get some rest and enjoy the rest of your leftovers sub, i already ate mine ten out of ten going again.”

I smiled at his text before resting my phone on my chest. I smiled to myself I felt like a teenager girl again crushing on a boy who just texted her.

“God damn it Bob.” I say before I rest my head on my pillow and eventually close my eyes.

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A/n: okay Bob is such a cutie also did y’all get my reference heh, I know I’m amazing. Anyways Taylor swift definitely came to mind when writing about Bob and reader when they were in high school. Also next chapter wouldn’t come out right away I’m still writing here and there into it, and because it’s my finals week I’m not gonna post a new chapter to the series this week, okay much love byeee!!!