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thatdammchickennugget · 6 months

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Hi lovie! Could you do a drabble of maybe Enzo? Where the reader is on the beach or something w a friend, and runs into a little kid that's lost. Reader decides to help the kid, and this ends up being a good idea for the reader- the kids brother is fine

Anyways I'm sorry if it doesn't make much sense, the idea started off as one of my (many) hopeless romantic delusions, and I'd love to see it written out, but my head refuses to come up with any more of the plot😔

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Summer Kisses

pairing - lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

warnings - fluff, reader has siblings and hair, not proofread

a/n - I loved this one so much I couldn't stop myself, sorry it ended up being a little longer, I just had to add some stuff 💕💕 also, I have one more drabble request to do but I probably won't get to it before next week because I'm celebrating my birthday this weekend 🫣 I'll get it done first thing next week though!

wordcount - 2k

You squinted against the glare of the sun as you walked along the sandy shore, your siblings scattered across their towels behind you, enjoying the warm day at the beach. The sound of crashing waves and children's laughter filled the air, the warm sand feeling soft beneath your feet. As you strolled along the water, your gaze caught sight of a small figure sitting alone, tears streaming down his face.

Approaching cautiously, you knelt beside the distraught child. "Hey there, what's wrong?" you asked gently.

The boy hiccupped, wiping his tears with sandy hands. "I-I can't find my parents or my brother," he whimpered. “I don’t know where I am.”

Your heart went out to him and you tried to put on your warmest smile, hoping it would help calm him down a little. "Why don’t I help you look for them? Don't worry, we'll find them together, okay?"

Taking his hand, you led him along the shoreline, scanning the area for any signs of his family. Time seemed to stretch as you searched, but just as panic about not finding them began to set in, you spotted someone fitting the boy’s descriptions running down the beach.

"Enzo!" the little boy called out at the same time you turned to point the person out, his voice tinged with relief as he dropped your hand.

Turning around, you found yourself face to face with who you assumed to be the older brother he had told you about. His brown eyes widened in surprise as he took in the scene before him and he quickly sped up to meet the little boy halfway.

“There you are! Where did you run off to?” the boy with the messy brown hair knelt down to check his little brother over before his eyes fell back onto you, still awkwardly standing and watching them.

“She helped me find you,” the little boy pointed back at you, wiping at the last of his tears. “I was so scared.”

"Thank you so much for helping him," he said, his voice smooth and warm like melted caramel. He ruffled through his brother’s hair, pulling him against his side before stretching out a hand towards you with a charming smile. “I’m Enzo, by the way.”

You suddenly self-conscious under his gaze, quickly wiping your hand on your shorts before taking his and stammering out your own name. "It was no problem, really."

Enzo smiled gratefully, his charm radiating effortlessly. "I owe you one. How about I treat you to some ice cream as a thank you?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the offer, your cheeks flushing even more. "I-I would like that," you mumbled, trying to regain your composure. You hadn’t been prepared to meet a boy this cute today, and you were painfully aware of the itchy sand clinging to your skin and the horrendous state your hair was most likely in. No, this was definitely not the time to embarrass yourself in front of him any further. “But my siblings are probably waiting for me.”

As you parted ways with Enzo and the boy, you couldn't help but mentally kick yourself for your awkwardness. Regrouping with your siblings, you replayed the encounter in your mind, cursing your inability to keep your cool around someone as captivating as Enzo. You didn’t know which was worse, the thought of him forgetting about you instantly, or the possibility of him keeping the image of you all flustered in his mind.

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Little did you anticipate that your evening was about to take an unexpected turn. After a leisurely dinner with your family, your siblings dragged you to the hotel bar, insisting on some nighttime fun. Despite your protests, you found yourself being swept along, the lively atmosphere of the bar pulling you in.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, the bar's host announced an impromptu karaoke session. Your siblings egged you on, pushing you towards the stage with mischievous grins. Reluctantly, you stepped onto the platform, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on you. Curse those damned drinks, you should have never agreed to this.

To your horror, the host then called for another volunteer, a partner for a duet. Before you could protest, your hand was grabbed and you were pulled towards the center of the stage. Your heart sank as you realized who had seized your hand, turning around to find the same warm brown eyes from the beach staring down at you.

Your cheeks burned as you stood beside him, the spotlight highlighting your discomfort. Enzo, however, seemed unfazed, his easy smile never faltering. With a reassuring look, he whispered, "We've got this."

You mentioned for him to choose a song, still trying to get your breathing back to normal from the shock of seeing him again. "How about this one?" he suggested, scrolling through the karaoke options until he settled on a familiar tune.

Your heart skipped a beat as the opening notes of "Material Girl" by Madonna filled the room. You couldn't believe your luck – or perhaps misfortune – as you he reached out to grab your hand again, laughing as he playfully twirled you under his arm.

Despite your initial shock, you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. With a resigned shrug, you joined Enzo in the song, your voices blending surprisingly well as you sang.

As the chorus approached, Enzo threw himself into the performance, striking exaggerated poses and winking at the audience. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, the embarrassment of performing in front of a room of strangers already forgotten.

By the time the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause once again, cheering for the unexpected duo. As you stepped off the stage, you still felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the rush of performing with Enzo leaving you exhilarated.

But before you could catch your breath, Enzo had pulled you off stage, turning to you with a wide grin. Just as he was about to say something, your sisters swooped in, gushing about the cute guy you had just sung with. Their excited chatter filled the air as they bombarded you with questions, completely oblivious to your own swirling thoughts.

Your head swirled around, trying to sent him an apologetic smile, leaving him standing alone in the crowd. As you got dragged away to get another round of drinks, you couldn't help but feel a pang of regret at missing the chance to talk to Enzo further. Deep down, you hoped that this wasn't the last you would see of him.

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The next day, you had finally managed to get some time to yourself lounging in a quiet spot by the pool. Stretching out on a lounge chair, you closed your eyes, allowing the warmth of the sun to wash over you, hoping to relax and clear your mind.

However, your peaceful moment was interrupted by a sudden shadow looming over you. Startled, you opened your eyes to find Enzo standing there, a playful grin on his face.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, gesturing to the empty chair next to yours.

Your heart sped up at his unexpected appearance, but you managed to nod, trying to conceal the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Sure, go ahead," you replied, sitting up and pushing your sunglasses up to rest on your hair.

Enzo settled into his chair lazily, turning onto his side and resting his head on his hand, facing you. He was looking just as charming as ever, eyes shining in the sun and his hair tousled adorably.

You found yourself relaxing in his presence, the initial awkwardness melting away as you chatted about everything from your favorite books to your shared love of music.

But as the conversation flowed, you couldn't shake the feeling of your siblings' eyes on you. Glancing over, you caught them sending you thumbs ups and miming kissing behind Enzo's back, causing you to stifle a laugh.

Despite their antics, you found yourself enjoying the moment, grateful for the chance to spend time with Enzo without the distractions of karaoke or crowded bars.

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The poolside was quiet now, the sun beginning its descent towards the horizon, casting a golden hue over the water. You had decided to take advantage of the peaceful atmosphere and indulge in a solitary swim.

As you glided through the water, your mind wandered, the events of the past few days replaying in your thoughts. You couldn't shake the memory of singing karaoke with Enzo, or the way your heart had fluttered every time he leaned closer as he shamelessly flirted with you just earlier that day.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice when the boy in question approached, his footsteps silent against the pool deck until he was standing at the edge of the water, a playful grin on his face.

"Might be a sign that we keep running into each other like this," he joked, dipping his toes into the water.

You chuckled at his comment, feeling a rush of warmth at his presence. "Seems like fate has its own plans," you replied, flashing him a playful smile.

Enzo mirrored your smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, who am I to argue with fate?" he quipped, wading further into the water until he was swimming beside you.

As the two of you swam side by side, the conversation flowed effortlessly, alternating between playful banter and moments of quiet reflection. You found yourself drawn to Enzo's easy charm and infectious laughter, each moment spent with him feeling like a breath of fresh air.

Eventually, you reached the edge of the pool, the water lapping gently against the tiles. But instead of parting ways, Enzo surprised you by reaching out and gently pressing you back against the wall of the pool, his hands on either side of you.

Your breath got caught in your throat at the sudden closeness. Enzo's eyes held a warmth and intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, his gaze roaming over your features as if committing every detail to memory.

"You know," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "you're really something."

You couldn't help but blush at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your body at the sincerity in his tone. "You're not so bad yourself," you replied, unable to suppress the smile tugging at your lips.

Enzo's smile widened at your response, his gaze never leaving yours. "I mean it," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're beautiful."

The words hung in the air between you, a tangible electricity crackling between your bodies. You felt your heart race in your chest, anticipation humming in the air as you waited for what would come next.

And then, in a move that took your breath away, Enzo leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart.

You nodded, at a loss for words, the anticipation almost unbearable. With a soft smile, Enzo closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss.

In that moment, everything else faded away, the world narrowing down to the feel of his lips against yours. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the sensation of his lips moving against yours, each touch sending a surge of electricity through your veins.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, you found yourself gazing into Enzo's eyes, your cheeks aching from how wide you were smiling.

Enzo's smile was soft and tender as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. "You're amazing.”

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thecapricunt1616 · 2 months

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Knock knock 🚪✊- Is anyone out there?! For some reason the bug has only been biting me to write late at night, so I’m sorry I’ve been posting so late lately (lol) but I hope that some lip smutty fluff brightens up your morning! (p.s. ; yes I know there are still 17 asks rotting away in my box. I prooomise I’m getting to them. I’m wanting to do asks how I usually do them, which is giving you an 8-10k plot instead of just what I can write on my phone since I don’t have a laptop at the moment, but I swear im trying to get a new one suuuuper soon!!! I love you all!!)

I’ve been thinking all day, probably since it is Carnival season after all - about how fun it would be to go to a Carnival with Lip over summer break, or even take a roadtrip to Cedar Point together and make a whole week out of it?! Eeee our prince deserves some fun time! I just know he’s the kind that is such a kid at heart, he grew up with so many siblings! He also has Frannie around, so he would totally love stuff like that (more BTC)

(Warnings for BTC: AFAB reader, No physical attributes for reader are described other then r/ has long hair, Smut!!!, No use of Y/N {r/ goes by pet names like baby, sweetheart, honey, etc.}, Fluff {happy lip!!}, Established relationship, College!Lip, sweet older-brother vibes from Lip, vomiting (r throws up cotton candy, it’s not too bad or long though!) , No ‘typical’ Gallagher drama to be found! {giving our mans a break!!} , not heavily edited, sweet/caring BF!Lip) [if I missed any please let me know in the comments!]

So you’d get there probably just as the sun is setting ‘because that’s the most romantic time to go’ he’d teased, in your ear earlier that afternoon between heavy needy kisses that you shared the moment he’d gotten home from work and he tugged you up to his bedroom since the house had been empty, he was going to use that time ever wisely.

He had been talking up this grand fun night together when the Carnival Fair was finally coming to town that weekend. It was going to be a wonderful chance for you and him to get some nice time alone, especially after finishing out your spring semester of school and having the summer off. He’d been working the summer at Patsy’s, so he told you he was gonna have all the money a girl could dream to get cotton candy and funnel cake since you’d gushed about how when you were a kid those were your favorite to get.

He had wrapped his beat up Jean jacket around your shoulders as you walked after he bought your tickets, even though it was nearing the middle of August and during the day summer was in full swing - fall had already begun to creep in at night causing goosebumps to arise on your arms. “Have I ever told you what a gentleman you are, Gallagher?” You kiss his cheek gently and he chuckled, shaking his head a bit

“Takin’ care of you is my job baby.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your head gently as you waited in line together to get a big bag of cotton candy to share.

“Well you’re really good at that job- you should give yourself a promotion” you held up your left hand jokingly, wiggling your ring finger and he lets out a chuckle, heat creeping to his cheeks that you couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride in your chest for being the reason of.

“I promise I will promote myself as soon as I can find it in the budget” he mused, lacing your fingers together as you head up to the counter and the guy a few years younger then the two of you asked what he could get for him- and he looked at you “you still want the bag one, yea?” He confirmed.

You looked at lip like he had hung the moon in the sky that night, you usually looked at him that way. How he was so kind, and attentive in the way he loved you. How he yearned to take care of you, he wanted nothing more than to make you happy. He made you the happiest girl in the world just by remembering you told him cotton candy was your favorite fair treat so getting right in line for it with you the moment you got there. Because it was what you liked, what made you happy.

“Yes, thank you baby” you planted a little kiss on his neck, since you couldn’t reach his lips when he wasn’t ducking his head to kiss you as he handled the paying and the conversation. Being taken care of had become routine for you, pampered- loved. That’s how you felt when you were around lip, loved- and seen.

Your next stop after sitting and munching on cotton candy until you nearly gave yourself a tummy ache, causing Lip to have to tie off the rest of the bag yo keep your sneaky fingers from getting in when he wasn’t looking - was the strongman game.

You giggle and point “Babyyyyy! You’re so strong- look at that cute pink unicorn!! I can cuddle it when you’re at work! Pleeeeease Lip, can you win it for me baby? Pretty pleeeease?” You beg sweetly, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing along his jaw to sweeten the deal.

He chuckled a bit, looking at the top rack where said obnoxiously large unicorn was zip tied to the grate, looking down at you before back up at it and sighing a bit to himself “I can win it - but do I particularly wanna carry it around the rest of the night?” He looked down at you again to see your fluttering lashes and pouty bottom lip.

“For your lady? For your bestest girl in the whole world? Pleeeease? You work too much who am I gonna snuggle!” You stand on your tip toes and peck his lips “if I was strong enough to do it myself I would but I need my big strong man to do it for me” you emphasize for added pizazz and he snorts a laugh, patting your ass playfully and giving it a squeeze.

“You are a damn good manipulator” he teased as he dug out his wallet, grabbing a 5 dollar bill that it costed for the three swings “gimme a real kiss- y’know, luck and shit” he puckered his lips, ducking his head and you giggle, happily squeaking as you plant a juicy loving kiss on his lips, your hand finding the back of his neck and stroking gently

“Thank you best boyfriend in the world” you giggle happily and stood to the side as he handed the guy the money

“So uh- what do I need to do f’the horse” he nodded at the pink unicorn with a rainbow tail.

“It’s a unicorn, baby!” You remind and he rolled his eyes playfully

“The fuckin unicorn, then, what do I need t’do” he asked the man running the game booth

“Have to get 100% on one of your 3 tries.” He explained, putting the money in the cash box and Lip nodded

“Easy enough” he picked up the mallet, rolling his shoulders a few times to stretch them out.

“You got this baby!!!” You clap happily and watch as he takes his first swing and the little piece races up and hits 96% causing you to jump up and down happily “Good job baby!!!” You giggled and he smiled at your sweet, encouraging reaction even for something as silly as a carnival game, something he always adored about you is your undying support and encouragement for the people you love. He always felt when you were around that he could just be himself and somehow, that was enough, all on its own.

“Not bad for a first swing ‘eh?” He mused with a playful cockiness and since it wasn’t all too common someone could really get 100% on the thing, a small crowd of 5 or so carnival goers had stopped to see if he was going to get it.

“Not bad at all, I’m already thinking of names for our soon to be adopted unicorn baby” you said and he chuckled a bit, lifting his arms to take his next swing and you couldn’t help but realize how the hem of his black T-shirt rode up when he did, exposing his v-line and happy trail just a bit. You bit your lip gently at the sight, also not missing the sexy little grunt that left his throat when he used all his strength slamming down on the platform with the mallet.

The little knob races up and pangs the bell, announcing that Lip had in fact hit the 100% threshold - breaking you out of your lustful gaze and dirty thoughts that nearly constantly plagued your mind when he was around, the man was walking sex - how could you deny yourself? You gasped and cheered, rushing up to Lip and jumping into a hug “Baby! Oh my god, I love you! I knew you could do it!” You laughed excitedly, kissing him back passionately as he held you safely around his waist, spinning around with you once and chuckling as he set you down, his cheeks slightly pink when he realized there were still a few stragglers hanging about who had watched him win.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t comfortable with PDA, he actually quite loved showing you off, and showing the fact that you loved him off. It made him feel special, wanted. But the two of you had gotten more then just affectionate, you weren’t just the girl of the month that he was screwing to let off steam. He didn’t even realize that the whole ‘love of your life’ thing was real - or possible for someone like him none-the-less.

But as dopey and love sick as it sounded to him in his head, he knew there are absolutely people out there who aren’t loved as proudly as him by someone like you, so any testament of that love and how lucky he was to have it made his chest swell with pride. You were his girlfriend, his lady. Nothing you could ever do would embarrass him.

“Unicorn, right?” The man asked and you nodded excitedly.

“Baby Glitter Gallagher! Isn’t that so cute? Our very first baby together” you giggle as the man handed over the large stuffed toy and you give it a big hug “thaaaank you lip” you said sweetly

“Baby Glitter - so baby is the first name, glitter is her middle name? Or is it baby-glitter like MarySue or some shit?” He asked, causing you to laugh as you walked with him in search of your next adventure to partake in together.

“BabyGlitter is like MarySue, I’m glad we clarified. She’s absolutely a Gallagher, though. So step up or cough up child support is all I’m sayin’” you joked, earning another adorable chuckle from him.

Your next stop was one that Lip had pointed out, so you felt like it was mandated to stop and partake because it was the first thing he had mentioned on his own since you had gotten here; the zipper ride. You had spent the last 10 minutes in line as you waited for the group in front of yours to go, telling him that you could absolutely handle it.

“Gallagher, are you callin’ me a crybaby?” You teased, playfulness edging your tone. “Cause last I checked I can handle myself, even if I like having a sexy man around to protect me” you smiled, kissing his jaw gently. He chuckled at that, shaking his head and holding his left arm around your waist while his other was holding onto your new member of the family, as well as your remaining cotton candy that was deemed a hostage until at least the end of the night.

“I’m not- I’m not!” He holds the cotton candy up in defense jokingly “I’m just sayin I know you don’t like goin’ upside down is all and if I wanna go on the ride I wanna have fun.. when Ian and I used to ride it we’d be flipping the whole way around it was so fuckin fun.” He chuckled a bit at the memory, bringing a happy warmth to your chest. It was rare that the Gallagher kids got to make real, childhood memories together. So that all the more made you want to do this with him, to be a part of his nostalgia and nurture it the way he always made an effort to be a part of yours.

“Well then I wanna have fun! I’m not a baby we’ll be fine, I have you to protect me” you kiss his cheek as you got to the front of the line waiting to be let on the ride. He gives you a gentle peck on the lips before kissing your cheek

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, princess” he said, putting your things he had been holding for you over to the side with the rest of the carnival goers. He helped you up the platform steps, always being sure you never tripped and kept your fingers laced, rubbing the back of your hand gently with his hand as the man unlocked and opened the cage door, a creaky noise coming from it as he does so.

“There’s no-“ you swallow thickly when you realize there was no seatbelts, and lip gave you a ‘told you so’ look, allbeit playful, it only egged on your petulant pride and you shrug. “No seatbelts, makes for more fun, right?” You muse, stepping in and lip got in right next to you, your shoulders and arms pressed up against one another.

“That’s the best part” Lip smirked, holding onto the grip bars when the man clanked the door shut, dropping the lock bar in place and you were suddenly moving. Everything was no longer steady, and it felt as if you were trapped in a fan blade rocking back and forth ready to flip over any which way.

“Lip” you said, concern etching your voice. He was right, Lip usually was right, as annoying as it is for you most days. You didn’t particularly like heights, or being spun in circles, and mixing that with being trapped in a tiny metal cage was bringing those fears right to the surface and you weren’t quite sure what made your ego so big before you got on.

“What baby? You scared?” He teased, playfulness edging his voice. He begins to rock his weight back and forth, the whole cage rattling and clanging as he does so. The hinges seem to creak and you can see in your mind the gruesome terror that would unfold if the cage door just so happened to give out.

“Stop- stop it- it’s broken! Don’t you hear it, Lip? We gotta get off!” you said worriedly and he laughed like a masochistic 7 year old boy, rocking his weight more dramatically until you were fully laying down before swinging the other way and laying on said creaky cage door while you look below at the 50 foot drop and knuckles popped from gripping the grab bars on the cage door so hard

He chuckled more “baby it’s fine it’s not gonna break. Cmon let’s do a flip” he said, throwing all his weight back and you squeal as your suddenly hanging upside down and he laughs loudly “woops! Guess we’re stuck till we start moving” he teases and you whine, feet dangling off the floor of the cage

“Phillip Gallagher you’re the meanest boyfriend in the whole world!” You shout, causing him to laugh and you heard a chuckle from the riders below you at your current misfortune

“I thought I was the nicest boyfriend also the proud father of- what was it-“ he’s cut off as the ride starts again to let more riders on and you flip forward, swinging back and forth dramatically as the cage once again balanced your weight. You seized the opportunity to slap his shoulder once you found your footing

“You could have killed us!” You said but couldn’t help the big smile on your lips.

“Then I guess Baby Glitter Gallagher would have been an orphan before she even made it home” he mused, before giving you a kiss on the lips.

“This is why no more cotton candy babe” Lip said gently as he held your hair back and you puke up bright purple lemonade mixed with your blue and pink cotton candy.

“Yeah- kinda pretty though, right like -“ you pause to gag, more sugary neon purple mess splashing into the unfortunate bush you had decided to victimize tonight after your what felt like hundreds of flips on the zipper ride. “I would totally get my nails this color-“ you sniffle, spitting in the bush to rid your mouth of the slimey after puke feeling before standing and wiping your mouth with the back of your forearm.

He chuckled a bit, shaking his head as he dug around in the pocket of his Jean jacket that sat atop your unicorn for safe keeping and pulling out a small flask “open” he tilted your head back and you scrunch your nose, obeying and opening your mouth. “Sorry- but I know Y’gonna wanna kiss me and I don’t want to taste y’vomit babe, as much as I love you” he dribbled a mouthful of vodka in your mouth and you scrunch your face and whine slightly as you swished it around, gargling a bit for good measure before spitting it into the poor little bush and turning back to him to see he was finishing off the flask while you did so before putting it back in his jacket pocket.

“I think you need some water, and we should sit and relax f’r a second ‘huh?” He rubbed your arm gently before pulling you into a comforting hug and kissing the top of your head. You shut your eyes, enjoying the spicy scent of his cologne mixed with the musky earthy scent of tobacco and weed he’d consumed earlier.

“Yeah- but let’s stay over here. Well, maybe not by puke bush. But where it’s quiet. I know you probably want a smoke” you sat down next to a tree and he joined you, resting your unicorn next to his lap

“This fuckin thing is gonna take up my whole side of the bed” he muttered as he dug out his cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, lighting one between his lips

“Mmm, only when you’re not home. Gimme some” you said sweetly. He looked over, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, gentle kiss as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth and you sucked it down graciously, eyes fluttering shut at the short light feeling it gave your mind since you were only getting half of its effects.

“Better be you know I like doin butt rubs after a day at work” he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again, shorter this time because it was inturupted by a giggle from you. He was right, Lip loved to lay in bed in the dark with you, detailing what had went on at work that day while he felt up your ass. It wasn’t strictly sexual, (although a lot of times it ended that way) it was more a…stress toy for him to play with as he went on.

“I love butt rub time. I was actually thinking about that earlier. One of the best times of the day” you wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face in his neck and kissing the warm skin gently as he took another drag.

“Yeah baby?” He kissed your temple gently, squeezing your side and lifting up the helm of your shirt to run his fingers along your bare skin. The action brings goosebumps to your skin, calming but sensual. Your eyes flutter shut at the gentle affections, enjoying the carefree laughter and joyful screams from the carnival a hundred feet or so away, mixing with the gentle quiet sounds of crickets chirping in the woods.

“I love all our time.” You assure him, planting a gentle kiss on his warm broad shoulder.

The next thing you decided to do, after being sure to make a pit stop for ice water and Lip being sure you drank a decent amount - was a calm pretty swing ride. It had a lot of hight to it, but that was mostly so you could get a good view of the city while you swung around at a fast (but not dizzying) pace.

You got in line behind a pregnant mother and her young daughter, who looked to be not much older then Frannie. Smiling to yourself, you thought what it may be like to have kids with Lip some day. You didn’t want that day to be soon, of course. You and Lip had promised eachother that you wanted to finish college. He wanted to make it out of the south side, and while you were a Chicago transplant, you still understood why that was from the stories he told you of their growing up. You wanted to be sure that any family planning would stay far off until you and Lip were both working adult jobs, and had a house or something - when you were real adults.

You hadn’t even realized you’d made it to the front of the line, and were being broken out of your dreamland daze when the little girl stomps her feet “but mommy! We waited all this time! I wanna go on!” She said getting increasingly upset as the ride operator explained that single riders had to be of a certain height

“I know baby but mommy’s belly is too big - I can’t go on it’ll hurt your little sister! I’m sorry, honey. I really am.” The mother tried to explain, and Lip, being the brotherly gentleman he is spoke up.

“Uh- I’ll take ‘er for you, Ma’am - If that’s cool with you- babe are you good on your own?” He asked you and you felt yourself swoon like this was some romance movie and not real life. You nodded with a big smile

“He’s got so many siblings - he’s gonna look after her real well, I’ll sit right behind them!” You gushed and the woman lights up

“Oh gosh- would it be a hassle?” She asked

“Mommyyyy! Please! Pleeeeease!! I’ll listen so good!” She jumped excitedly and the mother looked at Lip before looking back at her.

“Fine- but you better listen! You hear me! Give this nice boy no trouble at all missy” she said, handing her hand over to Lip and she giggled excitedly

“Thank you mister! Thank you sooo much!” She gushed, throwing her arms around his hips and giving him a big hug. You pout at the adorable sight in front of you, following behind to sit in the single seat behind the double they’d be sitting in.

“I’m Marley, I’m 5, what’s your name?” She asked as Lip helped her into the seat before sitting next to her and adjusting the lap bar.

“I’m Lip” he said, causing her to giggle

“That’s a silly name- Lippy lip lip” she repeats as she swings her legs back and forth in that darling childlike way. “Are you a grown up?” She asked him and he chuckled a bit, realizing like when Debbie was little- this carnival ride was going to turn into more of an interrogation then anything else.

“I guess you could say that, yeah.” He said. You watched them with sparkling eyes, a big grin on your face as you saw just how good he was with her. Lip was always good with kids. They took to him because he would usually speak to them how he spoke to other adults (minus as much swearing as he could remember to omit) and that made them feel special, equal. Which is one of the many things he can say he wanted as a kid, and never got. So he did his best to pay it forward.

By the time you’d gotten to the top the wind was louder at the height as you spun so you were no longer able to hear their conversation so clear. You looked at the twinkling lights of Chicago below, trying to see if you could pick out the Gallagher house just by your mental map of the city you’d made in the few years you’d been living here. You did hear though when the girl started giggling wildly, drawing your attention back to them and you saw Lip pretending to be fully limp and dead in the seat next to the girl, tongue hanging out of his mouth and everything.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at his silly antics. Even though he held up a hard exterior a lot of the time, you knew deep down he was a kid at heart which is why they liked him so much. When you got back down and hopped out of your seat, you greet him with a kiss “did he give you too much trouble?” You asked Marley and she giggled, shaking her head.

“No- Thank you, Lippy Lip” she told him giving him another sweet hug. You returned her to her mother and Lip told her they were welcome to Patsy’s for a piece of pie on the house any time which just made your heart swell even more at how generous and kind he was, even to a stranger he just met.

“You are just the sweetest- thank you so much, Sorry what was your name I never caught it-“

“LIP! Lippy lip lip lip!” The girl sings again, gasping when you came over with your large unicorn “She’s so fluffy I’m gonna die!” She squealed, hugging it tight “what’s its name?” She asked you, looking up with a bright sugar rush smile. This kids gonna sleep good tonight

“Uh- Baby Glitter!” You told her and she smiled

“Baby glitter is perfect” she told you and her mother giggled, a bit nervously at all of her energy likely so far past her bedtime.

“Well, Lip- thank you again. We’re gonna have to check out your restaurant! Alright Marley say goodbye to your new friend we have to go home now I said just one more ride” her mother told her and she pouted, handed your unicorn back over.

“Byeee Lip, I had fun playing with you” she gave him one last hug and you felt like your heart could explode with the way he ruffled her hair and pat her back in such a brotherly way.

“You too kid, be good f’y’r mom heard?” He told her and she nods, taking her mom’s hand and they head off into the crowd.

“You’d be a good dad” you said softly, taking his hand and lacing his fingers with yours. He laughed, shaking his head

“She was just a good kid” he counters.

You’d ended up together at the ferris wheel, luckily it wasn’t one that had to be balanced with weight so you could snuggle up to Lip with his jacket wrapped tight around you and legs over his lap. As soon as you got far enough from the ride operator he even pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and resting his head back as he blew the smoke out.

You sat and just watched him, admiring the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed or the way he adorably sniffled once in a while since the poor guy had year round allergies it seemed, and never bothered with Zyrtec or any allergy medicine at all. “You’re pretty” you said softly, chin resting on his pec as you as you watched him.

He chuckled a bit, his cheeks flushing a cute pink. Before you, no one had ever called Lip ‘cute’ - He had been called a plethora of things.

Disobedient, disorderly, rude, loud, obnoxious, violent, a bad influence, a waste of potential -

But pretty? That was something that started (and he told himself very likely ended) with you.

“That’s all you c’mere” he tilted your chin up, giving you a sweet and tender kiss, cupping your cheek with his other hand and stroking his thumb across it. When he pulled from your lips he kissed across your forehead and browbone, down your nose to your cheekbones and then leaving one final lingering kiss on your jaw before having another drag of his cigarette casually. Your heart felt like it was thumping out of your chest, and your belly was swarming with so many butterflies it was as if migration season came early.

But that wasn’t new, it felt like that every day with lip. Ever the gentle, sweet, kind, affectionate man you had yearned for every past boyfriend to be for you. But you figured it was just the universes way of teaching you to appreciate French Vanilla Bean type of love - rich, fulfilling as opposed to the cheap watered down fake chemical crap that comes in a bottle with a squeeze lid.

So many emotions washed over you, gratitude, love, fulfillment, appreciation, but for some reason what won over- was lust. You weren’t quite sure where it came from, but by the time you had stopped at the top, you were in the depths of a passionate, heated makeout session - cigarette long crushed out.

The smoke scent clung to his palms that cradled your cheeks as if you were a fine porcelain doll to be cherished and gently caressed. He hummed softly, disconnecting your lips and soft puffs of breath fanning over your spit-slick lips as his mind short circuited a moment due to your hand trailing down and popping the button of his jeans, and pulling him free of his boxers and pants.

“You sure?” He asked carefully, hands trailing to your shoulders and squeezing them gently as if to silently tell you it was ok if you just got too caught up in the lust of it all. Lip Gallagher - ever the gentleman. In response you gently stroke over him, using the pre that had started to leak out of his hardening pink tip to give yourself some lubricating before reconnecting your lips once more, opening your mouth for him.

A small whine escaped your throat when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hips rutting up into your hand subconsciously. His stomach muscles flex under your touch as you slightly tighten your grasp, twisting your hand with each return pass.

Such actions was causing him to lose all resolve. He panted softly into your mouth, licking and sucking your tongue, breaking to grunt softly at the feeling of his dick trying to twitch at the delicious stimulation you provided but being unable to due to the literal grip you had on him.

“Doin’ so good- so fuckin good baby - god. Jesus fuckin Christ. Such a good girl f’me, huh?” He praised, giving you more sloppy kisses to be sure no moans escaped his throat and if they did would be muffled most of the way by your mouth.

You hummed at the praise tilting your head down and letting a glob of spit fall into your hand, using it as added slick to pump your hand faster and he bit his lip, nose scrunching adorably as he tried to hold himself back. “You gonna cum? Mm? Wanna cum in my hand baby?” You said in the shell of his ear hotly before taking the lobe between your teeth, slowing your strokes and rubbing over his sensitive leaky tip with the silky soft pad of your tongue.

The action made his jaw fall slack, head resting over the ledge of the ride and as you started moving again you quickened your pace realizing you were on your decent back to the bottom. “Yeah? Er you want me to swallow it? Hmm? Get on my knees for you-“ you goad, egging on his release.

He looks at you and nodded fervently, rendered speechless by the actions of your hand causing you giggle a bit- getting on your knees and out of sheer routine Lip gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail and watched as you took him into your mouth, giving his tip sensual little kitten lips and tapping his cock against your tongue making soft wet thudding noises only to be heard by the two of you.

“So fuckin filthy- huh? So eager to have a mouthful’a cum with all these people around?” He eases your head down and you let your jaw fall more slack, swirling and slurping your tongue around him how you’d learned drives him wild.

It wasn’t long of lewd slurping and soft moans of enjoyment coming from you as you continued to get him off, before you felt it.

Success.

You braced yourself as he began using your hair to roughly fuck your face, panting softly as he worked himself through his high. “Jeeeesus - good fuckin’ girl, yeah? That’s my good fuckin girl- my girl” He rambled on as he worked himself through his high. You swirl and slurp around him, swallowing down all you could before he pulled you off

“So fuckin pretty with a mouth full’a’cum, how’s that possible?” He pats your cheek lovingly as you opened your mouth to show the stringy sticky white mess he left. You shrugged a bit, smiling friskely and swallowing, making a show of licking your lips off and he grabbed your jaw, collecting the mix of saliva and cum on your chin with the pad of this thumb before sticking it in your mouth

“Clean it up” he ordered and in turn you sucked the digit clean obediently. “Good girl, now come act decent in front’a’these people, yeah?” He tapped your cheek lightly and fixed his jeans and boxers as you come and plop back down next to him, licking your swollen lips that were adorned with a satisfied smirk as you completed your decent to the bottom

“Mmmm- oh my god literally the trip here was worth it just for this it’s the best” you hum softly, taking another bite of funnel cake from between Lips fingers when he put it to your mouth.

“Can’t lie it’s pretty fuckin good” he said, popping another piece in his mouth.

“Can you believe there are sinners in the world that put marinara sauce on this?!” You said and Lip starts laughing, shaking his head. “What? What!! It’s gross, you like it?” You asked not sure what was so funny

“Baby- babe” he coughs a bit, trying to catch his breath “oh god- y’fuckin kill me, kid. That’s fried dough, people do that with- you’re right, someone would be a fucking psychopath if they put marinara sauce on their cake” he said and you started laughing as well, shaking your head at your own confusion

“I love you” you said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. He blushed a bit, turning his face and giving you a real kiss. A kiss that tasted like tobacco and powdered sugar, and sticky sweet love.

“I love you, baby” he said in that soft low way you loved.

From that year on, the Carnival was a yearly date for the two of you.

A/N: EEE! My longest Lip fic to date!!! I hope you enjoyed, if you did please be sure to like / reblog to let me know ❤️ as always, (kind) critiques & feedback are always SO appreciated! Ilyilyilyyy all!!!

D/C: @carmybrainworms - Wormy stayed up until the wee hours of the morning last night beta reading this for me, Wormy 🪱, thank you for tasting my potatoes so many times!!! I love you down bbg

@mouseymilkovich - Mousey Mouse 🐁! Thank you so much for all your encouragement in writing Lip & inspiring me to do so! I love you so much ❤️

@carmenberzattosgf - My sweetest Martini 🍸, thank you for always lifting me up on hard days, supporting my work, being an all around kick ass friend, and feeding the fandom with your amazing Carmy goodness while I’ve been on this Lip kick! Smooches for days for you (you already know that💋💋💋)

& finally, @daysofyellowroses - my lovely flower 🌼, welcome back to the app baby!!! We missed you so much, even though we’ve been talking BTS, I am happy to see the writing bug has paid you a visit (a very good one that Kerry fic still has me sweating)

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Summary: Eddie is head over heels for Reader but there’s one slight problem. Her boyfriend, Adam. Despite this, Eddie tries to settle for being a good friend instead but when Adam gets possessive, Reader has to figure out what she really wants out of a relationship.

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Bullying, insecurity, controlling mildly threatening boyfriend.

A/N - Inspired by this scene from the Princess Diaries II, and a song my dad listens to that I don’t know the name of. I had fun with this one, I hope you enjoy it!

Please don’t steal my work

It was no secret. Eddie Munson was in love with you!

He wasn't shy about showing it either. Many a weekly rant on social conformity was interrupted to proclaim you the prettiest, cleverest girl in Hawkins, always accompanied by a deep bow and a dazzling smile. He held every door for you with that same love-sick smile plastered across his face. Handwritten notes and slightly crumpled flowers were a common occurrence but never failed to bring a rosy blush to your cheeks. Head over heels was an understatement.

There was just one small problem.

'Hey- I uh… I was thinking… maybe we could go out tonight?' Having run the length of the hall to catch up with you, Eddie struggled to keep his breathing steady. At least he told himself that was why. His arms were folded to keep his hands from shaking. He’d been psyching himself up for this all week! 'There's this new milkshake place opened at mall and then I thought we could watch a movie together or something. Kind of like a date? But it doesn't have to be if you don't want!' He garbled the rest, cheeks bright red and his voice quavering slightly.

Your face fell, heart aching with the answer you had to give him. 'Oh Eddie,' the least you could do was make it easy for him, 'I'm so sorry, but I-'

'Hey babe!'

An arm slung around your shoulders and your boyfriend pulled you in for a kiss. He shot a dirty look at Eddie when you broke. 'I was coming Adam,’ you reassured. 'I was just...' you looked back at Eddie with apology written in your expression.

His eyes flicked between you, taking in the green jacket emblazoned with a tiger Adam wore. It didn’t take long to put two and two together. 'You know what? Don't worry about it!' he tried to smile but it didn’t reach his eyes and he stumbled over his words. 'I'll see you round!' And with that, he spun on his heel and walked quickly away.

'Was that freak bothering you?' Adam demanded. He didn’t care that Eddie was still within earshot.

'Don’t call him that!' you frowned, an awkward sensation twisting in your tummy. 'We were just talking!'

Adam shrugged, ignoring your reproach and steering you in the opposite direction. He chattered on about the next big game and the huge afterparty that was planned. You nodded and agreed at intervals but his words washed over you.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the heartbroken look Eddie had been unable to hide.

You didn’t stop thinking about it all weekend!

He'd looked so crushed. There wasn’t anything else you could have said but still, you'd have liked to let him down a little more gently.

Walking into school on Monday, you were greeted by cheerleaders coming out of practice, a novel experience for you. Since Adam had asked you out, the cheerleaders had started paying you more attention than you liked. They were friendly, you supposed, but it didn’t feel genuine. Before Adam noticed you, you were a nobody. You belonged to no particular group and didn’t have many friends. Now all of a sudden, they cared? They treated you more like a pet. The poor, ill-fated girl lucky enough to be made holy by the hands of the basketball team. Still, you couldn’t help but feel obliged to them.

You made your way to your locker as they trailed behind, gossiping amongst themselves. You fiddled with the combination and felt a pang of disappointment. There would be no note from Eddie this morning. Until they were gone, you hadn’t realised how much you relied on them. Perhaps it was selfish but those few scribbled words of encouragement had always brightened an otherwise cloudy day.

It was to your surprise then, as you opened it, a carefully folded piece of paper tumbled out and fluttered to the floor. You recognised the familiar spiky scrawl instantly. Eddie's handwriting traumatised his teachers but you could read it like a second language.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie watched from across the hall. He smiled to himself as your lips curved softly upwards. Of course, you had a boyfriend! He'd been stupid to think you wouldn’t! At least he knew he hadn’t screwed things up between you by being foolish.

'The world is lucky to have someone as tender hearted as you!'

You folded the note carefully, moving to tuck into your bag when a sharp, shrill voice startled you.

'That freak isn’t still harassing you, is he?'

Jessica Vaughn, captain of the cheer squad and self-proclaimed Queen of Hawkins High sported a look of pure disgust, 'Doesn’t he know you have a boyfriend?'

Your skin crawled at the cruel insult uttered so casually. 'He knows,' you mumbled, ducking your head and clenching the note protectively in your fist.

'Oh honey!' a fit of giggled ensued, 'He must think he can win you over or something!'

A few of her friends joined in, their voices dripping with faux sympathy and disgust interchangeably.

'Oh, you poor thing!'

'As if you'd ever choose him over a member of the basketball team!'

'You shouldn’t lead him on,' one advised, 'He might get the wrong idea!'

'Yes, you shouldn’t let him think he's got a chance!' Jessica giggled at the thought as the bell rung. Nobody saw you wince at their words.

You made your way to homeroom in silence, letting the crowd pull you along while you tried to make sense of your predicament. Sure, you weren’t about to dump Adam, but for all their cruelty and arrogance, they were right about one thing. You shouldn’t lead him on.

It wasn’t fair.

You made up your mind to talk to him in English. The two of you sat next to each other in the back, but how to say it consumed your thoughts all day.

'Hey, Eddie?' you whispered, keeping an eye on Mr Boushebel so as not to get caught. Eddie looked over the moment he heard your voice, his adoring smile unknowingly twisting the knot in your stomach tighter.

'Yeah?'

'I want to say thanks... for the note this morning! Thank you for all of them really...'

'You're welcome!' he beamed like nothing had changed.

You sighed and grimaced. Why did he have to make this harder? 'It's just, I'm with Adam and that's probably not gonna change anytime soon... and I don't want you to think I'm leading you on or anything-!'

'I don’t think that!' the swiftness of his reply caught you by surprise, and so did the honest reassurance in his eyes. 'Look,' he leaned closer, keeping his voice low as he fiddled with the silver rings adorning his fingers, 'I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable the other day. I'd really like to stay friends if that's okay with you?'

'Oh no! You didn’t...'

'Mr Munson!' Mr Boushebel’s nasal voice rang clear through the room, 'Kindly refrain from distracting your peers and focus on the lesson at hand!'

Eddie made a show of apologising earning a disapproving eyeroll as the teacher turned back to the board. You couldn’t help but laugh as he rolled his own eyes, slumping back in his seat, but behind his antics, he was still waiting for an answer.

'Yes,' you whispered and Eddie's smile softened. ‘It’s okay!’

More or less, things went on as they had.

Maybe it was selfish, the relief you felt? You weren't infallible; the attention was nice. A nice change. You contented yourself with the fact you'd been honest with him. He knew where he stood, if he still wanted to be kind to you, who were you to stop him?

Whether you admitted it or not though, things were different now. You hadn’t exactly bandied it about before, but now you found yourself taking care the girls you were supposed to call friends didn’t know about the continued affections you received from Eddie. You took to pressing the flowers he gave in the back of your notebook instead of threading them through your hair or the buttonholes of your cardigan. Instead of drinking in the thoughtful compliments he wrote, you stuffed them into your pocket, waiting until you were alone to read them and feel your heart lift.

If Eddie noticed these small deceptions, it didn’t deter him. Every morning, without fail, you were met with a posy of handpicked wildflowers and a few heartfelt lines observing some hidden jewel of your character.

Some of them bordered on poetry.

Things weren't exactly unhappy with Adam. Unsure perhaps? Indefinite?

To tell the truth, he was your first real relationship; you were still getting to grips with exactly what that meant. Everyone else seemed to understand. Why couldn’t you?

Most of the jocks and cheerleaders you sat alongside were paired up together. It was rare for them to venture outside of their group for a partner; you were an exception so you tried to follow their example.

Frankie was always perched on Chase’s lap, her arms around his neck, fingers trailing along his collarbone while his rested on her waist. That felt a little bold for you but you tried to sit as close as possible, opting to rest your cheek on his shoulder but he didn’t seem to notice.

Every time you saw Becky, she and Ryan were locked in conversation. What they spoke about was a mystery to you but both seemed to be consumed. As the general chatter lulled, you took the chance to try the new approach.

‘I’ve been reading this really lovely book Adam! It’s called Little Women and-!’

‘Wow, boring much?’ Jimmy Davis cut you off without a second thought. ‘You aren’t gonna bring all that nerd stuff over here, are you?’

You couldn’t speak. With a simple look, all the confidence was knocked out of you. He turned to Adam and laughed, ‘Next thing you know, she’ll be bringing her homework to lunch!’

Tears pricked in your eyes as Adam laughed along with him. Their discourse resumed like nothing had happened. You blinked them away. No one saw.

Jessica and Tony were all over each other. Making out in the hallways, feet touching in the aisles of the classroom. His hand always seemed to be somewhere near the hem of her skirt. It was still early in your relationship and you weren’t completely sure you wanted that yet, but it was worth a try. You tried to reach out, to shower him in affection the way the other girls did but almost every time he brushed you off. Pulled away and scowled as though you were inconveniencing him.

So instead, you fell silent. Ate your lunch with your head down and gave affirmative answers when a question was asked. They took no notice.

Your eyes tended to wander over the other tables; people-watching had become a habit during lonely lunchtimes. More and more often, you gaze came to rest on Hellfire. They were always animated and lively, often talking over each other in their excitement but never leaving any member out.

Unconsciously, your attention was drawn to their leader. He was no stranger to conversing loudly himself but you noticed how quickly he stopped to listen. The way a brotherly fondness fell over his features whenever one of the younger ones spoke and he sat forward to hang onto their words.

Perhaps that day a kindly angel was looking out for you. As you stared over at them, your head propped up in your hands, something made Eddie turn his head and his eyes met yours. Under anyone else’s gaze, you would have looked away quickly, pretending to find interest in the floor but you didn’t. He offered a soft smile and, in that moment the world blurred around you. It was like there was no one else in the room. Instantly you felt better, heart lighter. You couldn’t help but smile back at the silent reminder you weren’t alone.

‘Helloo?’ Jessica waved her hand in front of your face, breaking the spell and bringing you crashing back down to earth. The whole table was staring at you, teasing smirks warping at many mouths. ‘What’s the matter with you?’

You tried to brush them off, forcing yourself to shrug despite the heat burning in your cheeks. ‘Nothing, sorry, what were you saying?’

Frankie was looking behind her, craning her neck to see what you’d been staring at then leaned in close with an expression of sordid delight on her face, ‘You aren’t sweet on the freak are you?’

‘What? No!’ you protested as they erupted into giggles. ‘I was just daydreaming that’s all!’

‘Is he still sending you love letters?’ Jessica asked through hysterical tears.

Adam pricked up at this, ‘What?’ His expression turned from confusion to anger in a matter of seconds. Jessica stopped laughing.

‘You didn’t know?’

‘It’s nothing, I promise!’ you hurried to explain, guilt nagging in your tummy as you downplayed your interactions to reassure him. Your account seemed to assuage him and soon he too fell to teasing you while you tried to laugh along.

After lunch, you walked with Adam to class. His arm seemed tighter around your shoulders than normal; it was probably just your imagination. As he dropped you off at your classroom, one of his friends piped up, ‘We’re still on for extra practice tonight, right?’

The boys all replied to the affirmative and surprise hit you when Adam joined them. ‘I’ll be there!’

‘But I thought we were going out tonight? We planned it a week ago!’ you’d caught his hand but he only shrugged, pulling out of your reach.

‘Sorry babe! We can do it next week or whatever!’

‘Adam, you said you’d take me home tonight!’ Your house was an hour’s walk away.

He was losing patience now, ‘Just wait around!’ he snapped, ‘I’ll take you after practice! It’s not that big of a deal!’

And then he walked away.

You sat in the hall, back against the lockers and long since abandoned homework laid out in front of you as your eyes devoured the pages of ‘Little Women’ searching for solace. School had ended almost two hours ago. The lights were starting to hurt your head.

Somewhere down the corridor, a door opened and a flurry of excited voices broke the silence.

‘No way did you include a secret passageway!’

‘I did not see that goblin hoard coming!’

‘Can’t wait to see what happens next week Eds!’

The small gaggle passed by and Eddie caught sight of you alone. He quickly excused himself, promising more plot-twists and epic battles before making his way over.

‘Hey! How come you’re still here?’

You brightened instinctively at the sound of his voice. ‘Adam had extra practice,’ you explained. A look of impatience flashed across his face. Just for a moment, then it was gone. Eddie stuck his hands in his pockets and smiled.

‘Well, Hellfire’s done now; do you want a lift home?’

You hesitated. You did, you really did, but Adam would go ballistic if he found out. ‘It’s okay, he won’t be too long!’ You hoped.

Eddie nodded, sitting down beside you, ‘Can I wait with you then? Far be it from me to abandon a fair damsel to solitude!’

You nodded, laughing along at the funny voice he put on. You had no idea how glad Eddie was to make you smile; his eyes never left your face. Sunshine seemed to spill from every pour.

‘Tell me about your book!’ he requested, tucking his legs up and settling back against the lockers.

Forty minutes later, the doors to the gym swung open. Perhaps practice had gone badly. Perhaps he’d missed the last shot or coach had been especially tough that night. Adam had forgotten all about the teasing at lunchtime but when he rounded the corner and saw you sitting with Eddie Munson, when he saw him making you laugh and smile, it all came flooding back. Harmless jokes transformed to threat and trespass. You never smiled like that for him. Pride gave way to rage.

‘Back off Munson!’

His voice made you flinch. Eddie jumped up, taking a step back as Adam barrelled down the hall, spitting venom. He was angrier than you’d ever seen him. You stumbled to your feet, stepping in front of your boyfriend, hands stretched out, hoping to calm him down.

‘Adam, what are you-?’ he caught you, his hand sealing around your upper arm and jabbing a finger at Eddie.

‘She’s my girlfriend, freak! You stay the hell away from her!’ His fingers were so tight they began to bruise your arm. You tried in vain to subdue his fury but that only seemed to rile him more. ‘Crawl back to your trailer where you belong, trash!’

Eddie stood silent; his mouth half open like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. He glanced at you, a wordless apology heavy in his eyes, then walked away without a fight.

You breathed out.

Adam glared after him ‘til he was out of sight before he released you and stormed off in the other direction. For a split second, your heart was torn. Then you scrambled to pick up your things, stuffing them into your bag and running after him.

‘What the hell was that?’ The cold night air hit your face as the double doors swung shut behind you. Adam scoffed at the question but didn’t stop. ‘Why are you being so mean?’

‘What was he doing near you!’ the fury in his tone made you falter. He’d never sounded so cross.

‘Nothing!’ you were nearing the car. Clutching the bag on your shoulder, you stumbled over to the passenger side. ‘He just asked if I needed a ride and we were talking! That’s all!’

‘No! He’s trying to get it on with you!’ Adam jabbed a finger in your direction as he yanked the door open.

You almost laughed at the accusation, following suite and throwing your bag in the footwell, ‘Don’t be ridiculous! He was just being nice!’ He pulled his own door closed with a slam. ‘You don’t have to get so jealous!’

‘Jealous?’ That was the wrong thing to say! Adam was seething, ‘Of him? Of that freak?’

‘Look, Adam, I’m with you! It’s harmless, I promise!’ your own anger sparked, ‘Why don’t you trust me?’

He wasn’t listening. ‘You tell him to knock it off or I will!’

You hesitated. The look in his eyes was one you’d never seen before. Something like fear stirred in your chest. No, not fear! You pushed that thought away, he was your boyfriend, he wasn’t going to hurt you! But in the same second, you realised who he would hurt.

You swallowed, as he backed out of the parking lot faster than normal. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight they turned white.

Neither of you said a word on the way home.

‘I’m sorry Eddie-!’

‘You don’t have to be sorry!’

The sounds of the cafeteria echoed down the deserted hall. Eddie sighed deeply, ‘I’m sorry!’

He knew this would happen eventually. He should have left you alone the moment he found out you had a boyfriend. Sure, it would have hurt, been unbearable even, but now you were mixed up in it all too. Now you would have to untangle the mess he’d made; manage the tempers he had riled.

‘It’s okay,’ you gave him a small smile, ‘You’ve been so kind. I’m grateful, really!’ You paused, ‘I just… I know what he’s like and I really don’t want you to get hurt!’

He smiled wryly. Eddie knew what the basketball team were like too and while he’d gladly withstand any punishment they decided to inflict, he didn’t want to cause you more pain than he already had. The time for dreaming was done. He nodded and left with all the grace and pleasantries he’d always afforded you.

He hoped you didn’t see the heartbreak in his eyes.

Life went on.

Gone were the notes and trinkets in your locker. No longer brightened by secret smiles and whispered compliments, the world turned grey.

You tried to pretend as if nothing had happened. As if clouds hadn’t blocked out the sun, as if all its warmth hadn’t drained away. He was never uncivil, never unkind, but now the two of you existed on different plains. Without Eddie, a gaping hole had been left behind and now you had to find something to fill it with.

Constant surveillance became the norm. It seemed Adam was always watching you somehow. From the corner of his eye at lunch, one of his teammates moving next to you in a lesson, or a cheerleader looping her arm through yours.

Try as you might, in the beginning you couldn’t help looking up when Eddie walked in. He hardly ever ate in the cafeteria anymore and when he did, he was silent. Picking at his food while his friends tried to pick up the pieces on their own.

Adam was quick to notice and settle an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and shooting a look which told you his patience was wearing thin.

You tried instead to listen to the conversations at your own table. The cycle was endless. Gossip and sports and who was going out with who. Whose social suicide would make the headlines today. It was mind-numbing.

You ought to be grateful really. People dreamed about this life. Popularity, fame, and all the rest of it. You sat among kings and queens, had earned the honour of their interest. Adam had given you all this. Most girls would kill to be in your place. You were indebted to him.

Time went on, each day more soulless than the last.

Adam began to be more affectionate, or at least put on a convincing performance for everyone else. He must have sensed people thought there was trouble in paradise. Doubt would not be tolerated.

It started out as small things. His arm dropped to rest around your waist for instance, holding you snugly against him. Things you might have enjoyed in the beginning, but now you couldn’t shake the idea that he had some ulterior motive.

One day, you were walking down the hallways. Arm in arm, and actually talking for once, only about Adam’s hopes for the basketball season, but it was a start, when out of nowhere, he pushed you up against the lockers and started kissing you with a force. One hand on the side of your neck, tangling itself in your hair and manoeuvring you with ease.

After the shock, you tried to kiss back. Maybe this meant things were alright again? Maybe this meant you were forgiven?

His other hand trailed down your ribs, slipping deftly under the hem of your shirt. ‘Adam, stop!’ You broke away in surprise, pushing on his arm, ‘We’re in school! You protested.

And just like that, he stopped. Turned and carried on walking without explanation. Without a word.

Confusion flooded your mind as you smoothed your shirt and glanced around to see if anyone else had witnessed his strange behaviour. Searching for an answer to such violent yet fleeting passion, you felt your stomach drop at the sight of a familiar leather jacket disappearing around the corner.

‘Oh,’ you thought, guilt and shame burning in your cheeks.

That was why.

It was late one Saturday night. Lamplight enveloped your room as you sat alone in the warm, comforting glow. A tangle of emotions weighed on your heart.

You and Adam had argued earlier. These days, it seemed all you did was argue. He’d insisted you come to some big party this evening.

‘I just don’t feel up to it!’

Everyone would be there, but you were tired and really didn’t feel like being around a bunch of drunk teens groping each other while Adam tried to convince you to go and make out upstairs.

‘Why do you have to be so boring?’ he’d complained, ‘It’s just a party!’

‘I’m not going! You go ahead if you want to!’

He’d left in a huff, muttering under his breath and you biked home by yourself. Were relationships supposed to feel like this? You wondered all the way home. You didn’t exactly have a wealth of experience to draw on. Somehow you didn’t think Jessica or the other cheerleaders would give the advice you needed.

Love was hard. So many people had told you that. It’s not like the movies. You sighed; was that all that was wrong? Were your expectations too high?

A tap on the window roused you from your thoughts. You jumped, half thinking you imagined it but there it was again. A sharp, swift tap like something hitting the glass.

Swinging your legs off the bed, you crept over and pulled back the curtain just in time for a third pebble to hit the pane a few inches from your face.

You flinched, then leaned forward, searching the darkened street for the attacker. Shadows and streetlights outlined a figure wincing at the indignation on your face. ‘Sorry!’ they mouthed.

Fond astonishment bubbled up and you pushed the window open. ‘Eddie?’ you whisper-yelled. Were you dreaming?

He beamed up at you, dropping a handful of pebbles and throwing up his hands in defence, ‘I know! I know you said to knock it off, but I have to show you something!’

‘What?’

He motioned, ‘Come down!’

You leaned back into your room and glanced at the clock by your bedside, ‘It’s eleven fifty-one, Eddie!’

‘I know!’ he nodded impatiently, ‘We’re gonna be late!’

You sighed. You really shouldn’t, but one look at his hopeful expression made the decision for you. ‘Alright!’

With many complaints and a few close calls, you climbed down from your window. They definitely made this look easier in the movies! You jumped the last few feet and Eddie grabbed your hand. He’d parked his van a block over and held the door as he helped you in.

‘Where are we going?’ you asked, but he only laughed.

‘You’ll like it! Trust me!’

So, you did.

Eddie drove quickly down the deserted streets, constantly checking his watch. He was expert at maintaining an air of mystery. For once the radio sat silent, limited conversation between the two of you filling the space.

He pulled up on the outskirts of town, stopping at the base of the hill. Weathertop, as it was affectionately nicknamed by the nerds. Eddie hopped out, getting your door. Once you’d jumped down, he rummaged in the back and pulled out a blanket and what looked like three couch cushions. At your obvious confusion, he flashed a smile, shifting the bundle in his arms so he could offer his hand.

‘Come on!’

The climb was steep, almost pitch black away from the houses and streetlights. Your only guide was the vague silhouette in front of you, hiking with a spring in his step and leading with the warmth of his touch. Nervous excitement mingled with curiosity.

What was his game?

‘There!’ Eddie flapped the blanket, spreading it on the summit and arranging the cushions with meticulous care. He nodded his head expectantly.

‘What?’ a bemused smirk preceded a hesitant giggle at his antics.

‘Sit down!’

You sat, tucking your legs and waiting eagerly. Eddie’s eyes were fixed on his watch, his fingers crossed behind his back as you stared at him.

‘Three… Two… Look up! Now!’

Your head jerked upward; adrenaline triggered by his frantic tone.

But nothing happened.

Puzzlement seeped in. It was a pretty night, beautiful even. Away from civilisation, the stars were a little brighter than normal, the moon full and ghostly full but that was all.

‘Come on… Come on!’ Eddie bounced on his heels, praying silently and trying not to lose hope. Just this once! Let me have this one!

You sighed, gaze falling back to him, ‘Edward Munson, if you’ve brought me out here for nothing-!’

‘No, look! Look now!’

He pointed.

You followed.

And all the breath left your lungs.

Out of the darkness, out of the midnight sky came streaks of bursting light. First one, then another, and another. Then a thousand!

Slicing through the firmament like papercuts, drawing bright white blood then fading to nothing.

You shot to your feet, craning your neck as far as you could and laughing in pure, open-mouthed delight!

They kept on coming! Daubing the night with silver and pearl for almost five minutes before the flow stemmed as suddenly as it had begun. Starlight faded leaving you in darkness, breathless with awe.

You looked back at Eddie. A crescent smile stretched over his face, ‘Did you like it?’

‘Like it?’

You laughed, giddy and weak at the knees. You stumbled closer and threw your arms around him, ‘Eddie, that was wonderful! Wonderful!’

He laughed with you, hugging you as the sound reverberated through his chest. Then as if a switch had been flipped, he pulled back, suddenly apprehensive. ‘There uh… There might be some more,’ he said, rubbing the back of his neck, ‘… If you wanna wait, I know it’s late!’

You beamed, ‘I want to stay out here all night!’

He smiled.

Side by side, in the comfort of the cushions and each other’s company, you watched the night sky as its contents danced and glittered. Between showers of falling stars, you laughed and talked with ease, cutting each other off with a yelp of excitement when more appeared.

Somewhere around two am, you glanced back at Eddie. It took everything in you not to gasp.

The bright stars sparkled in the reflection of his eyes. Twinkling and shining an endless brown nebula with some with some ethereal power. There was a whole universe inside of him and you got to catch a glimpse!

You stopped watching the sky after that.

As the night turned chilly, Eddie’s jacket found itself draped around your shoulders. The conversation turned deeper and more meaningful than anything you’d experienced in months.

Over the course of the night, you’d moved closer. Mere inches existed between you now but it wasn’t until, on the verge of sleep and against your better judgement, you laid your head on his shoulder that his arm settled around you.

Gently. Loosely so you could pull away whenever you chose.

The veil of tiredness thinned as you observed that it was always like that with Eddie. Always making sure you were perfectly comfortable before he made a move.

Not like Adam, the admission tasted bitter. Adam whose hands wandered every chance they got. Who kissed you when he liked then shunned you with no explanation. Who brushed you off with ease. Who cared more about keeping up appearances than resolving actual problems between you.

The familiar churn in your stomach resurfaced. You pulled away from Eddie feeling suddenly guilty. He was your boyfriend! You shouldn’t be making comparisons like that…

Shouldn’t you?

‘Why are you doing this?’ the question was unprompted, but you needed to know, ‘All these nice things, why are you still doing it?’

Eddie gave a crooked smile, trying to hide how much he missed the closeness. ‘I think I’ve made it pretty clear it’s because I’m in love with you!’ You didn’t look away, so he had to. Your searching eyes and the late hour threatening to pry the truth from his lips. ‘And because…’

‘Because what?’

Eddie fought a battle in his heart. He shouldn’t interfere, he had no right! It wasn’t his place. If he did, he could lose even the fleeting moments he was allowed with you. He couldn’t risk ruining what was left by opening his big mouth.

But you wanted to know… and he couldn’t deny you anything.

‘Can I say something?’ he managed, struggling to find the words. He laughed a little, ‘And you can totally slap me and tell me to get lost if you want!’

You breathed a smile. He never missed a chance to put you at ease. You nodded.

He paused, breathing deep. He had to get this right. When the words came, they were plain and simple.

‘I don’t think he’s good for you!’

Silence. Eddie thought his heart might beat right out of his chest.

‘Oh?’ your voice came out thin. You didn’t sound surprised. Maybe you shouldn’t have said the next words. Maybe you should have turned around and gone straight home. Or maybe, more than anything, you needed to hear his answer. ‘Why not?’

Eddie let out a breath, wetting his lips nervously. ‘You don’t smile when you’re with him… Not really! And he doesn’t notice when you’re faking it.’ Once he’d begun it was hard to stop. Until now, he hadn’t realised just how much he’d pent up. ‘He doesn’t do the things a boyfriend should! He doesn’t listen to you. He doesn’t even think about you unless you’re standing right in front of him! Unless he thinks he might lose you…’

He stopped himself. You hadn’t moved, your eyes staring through him as you listened. The words stung but you knew in your heart they were true. Tears began to blur your vision.

‘I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-,’ he reached for you hand then dropped it with a sigh, ‘This isn’t a ‘dump him and date me instead’, I swear, I just…’

It was maddening. He wanted to hold you. The sight of your pretty eyes glistening with unshed tears was too much to bear. He wanted so badly to draw you close and comfort you properly but he knew he couldn’t.

‘I just think you deserve someone who knows you deserve the world!’

There it was. Out in the open.

Your breath hitched slightly. No one had ever said anything like that before. It was like you were seeing him for the first time. Away from the insults and expectations at high school, away from the cruelty and the caricatures. All this time, he’d been right here in front of you. Out here in the twinkling starlight everything was clearer. Why hadn’t you noticed before? You wanted to say something though where to start, you didn’t know. Before you could open your mouth, Eddie spoke.

‘Come on,’ he dropped his gaze nodding to the sky. ‘I think that’s the last of them.’

Eddie got to his feet and collected the cushions. You rolled up the blanket, a sense of reluctance tugging on your heartstrings. Neither of you spoke as you wandered down the hill. Eddie helped you into the passenger side and started the van. The ride home was silent. The sky above beginning to lighten.

He drew up to your house, hopping out to open your door one last time. He held your hand as you stepped down. You didn’t want him to let go.

As you looked up at him, a thousand thoughts revolved in your mind. A million questions you needed answered, a million more things you needed him to know, but a whispered, ‘Thank you!’ was all that came out.

Eddie looked at the ground, a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, ‘Thank you!’ he echoed.

You shrugged off his jacket, handing it back as the early morning air bit at your bare arms. He took it and for a moment you stood together. Neither of you wanted to go first.

‘I’ll see you Monday?’ he asked tentatively, looking at you through his eyelashes.

You nodded, a shy smile gracing your lips,

‘See you Monday!’

The walk to your front door was lonely and cold but hope’s bright spark flickered in your heart. You weren’t afraid anymore. You knew what you wanted and you had the strength to go after it.

You didn’t look back. You didn’t see Eddie watch you all the way up the path then slowly raise the jacket to his cheek. The fabric brushed against his skin. You didn’t see him sigh and smile as he breathed in your scent.

Your heart was pounding; palms sweating. You made your way through the crowded hallways, silently hoping your resolve wouldn’t crumble.

You caught sight of him crowded around his locker with his friends. With a deep breath, you started toward him. You couldn’t change your mind now.

‘Adam, I think we should talk!’

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes, reluctantly pulling his attention from the conversation he was immersed in, ‘What now?’

You bit the inside of your cheek, praying for the strength to stand your ground. ‘I mean in private.’

‘Oh, come on babe! It can’t be that important!’

Just like that. Like you were a nuisance. A mild inconvenience he was forced to live with. Well, who were you to burden him?

‘Fine!’ you retorted, tact and empathy worn thin, ‘I’m not happy! This isn’t working; I want to break up!’

The group fell silent. Shock and horror covered every face but you couldn’t care less. Adam’s expression morphed from amusement to surprise, then outrage. ‘What?’

You folded your arms, forcing yourself not to quail under his gaze. ‘You heard me! I’m breaking up with you!’

In one swift movement, he seized your arm, pulling you away from the others into an alcove. ‘What the hell are you playing at?’

‘I’m not happy!’ you repeated, shaking yourself free from his grasp, ‘You don’t care about me! You won’t even talk to me unless it’s about sports or parties! You ignore me and then get mad when I make friends with someone else! You don’t want me, you just like the idea of having someone on your arm! Well, I don’t want that! I’m done!’

Adam was seething. ‘This is because of him, isn’t it? That freak, Munson!’

‘No, you aren’t listening!’

‘I’ll kill him, I swear!’

‘You won’t go anywhere near him!’ a surge of anger flooded your voice when he threatened Eddie, ‘He has nothing to do with this! All he did was make me see what was standing right in front of me!’

Fury tensed his every muscle. Fists clenched, all but frothing at the mouth. Suddenly, he looked nothing like the person you’d been in a relationship with.

‘You were nothing before me!’ his voice was low and shaking with barely restrained anger, ‘A pretty face and nothing more! If we break up, that’s exactly what you’ll go back to!’

Once upon a time, that thought would have terrified you. Perhaps then you’d have reconsidered, grovelled for his forgiveness and been content to live in misery. Not anymore.

With that threat, he confirmed every doubt you’d ever had about him.

‘I’m done Adam.’

He swallowed, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He could hardly comprehend your words. ‘Have fun being a nobody again!’ he spat, knocking your shoulder as he stalked away.

Relief hit you in the chest, forcing tears while your knees shook. There would be consequences for this, of that you had no doubt.

But for the first time in months, you could breathe easy.

With no one to sit with at lunch, you ate in the music room. You really weren’t up to facing the flying rumours and disapproving stares so your fingers teased a familiar tune from the old piano between bites. A tear or two slid down your cheeks every now and then, landing on the keys as you sniffed and tried to wipe them away.

You knew you’d done the right thing but somehow it still hurt. Who knew what they were saying about you in the cafeteria. You’d slapped a great big target on your back and probably Eddie’s as well!’

‘Oh, sorry! I didn’t think anyone else would be in here!’

Speak of the devil.

You stopped playing abruptly turning to find Eddie Munson standing in the doorway. He caught sight of your red-rimmed eyes and stepped closer, pulling over a chair.

‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ he asked in that gentle, caring tone only ever reserved for you.

You sniffed, giving him a rueful smile and gesturing vaguely, ‘We broke up!’

Eddie’s face fell. He cursed under his breath, ‘I’m sorry! I shouldn’t’ve… I didn’t mean you had to-!’

‘It’s not your fault!’ you shook you head and sighed. Closing the piano lid, you leaned an elbow on top, head in your hand. ‘I guess you just made me realise…’ you trailed off.

Silence fell once more and Eddie didn’t disturb it. He wished he could comfort you, banish the storm clouds and shadows but he couldn’t shake the guilt of being their conjurer. He couldn’t ignore how glad he was that you were away from Adam, and the selfish inkling that now he might finally have a chance with you.

As if sensing his torment, you managed a small chuckle, ‘I’ll be okay!’ you nodded to yourself, ‘I’m gonna need some time… a few weeks, a month maybe, I don’t know,’ you shrugged.

Eddie nodded quietly. His eyes fixed on the floor. Yours never left him. ‘But someone told me there’s a new milkshake place at the mall… I still haven’t been!’

Eddie looked up, a hesitant smile tugging at his mouth, ‘Yeah? Me either.’

You nodded and shrugged again nonchalantly, ‘We should probably go check it out… If you still want to…’

‘I’d love to!’ Perhaps he replied too fast. Perhaps he smiled to wide and looked too eager but you didn’t seem to mind.

You opened your mouth to say something but the school bell rang. It’s harsh tone signifying the end of lunch. Stuffing your things back into your bag, you slung it over your shoulder as you both stood. Now, face to face, you appreciated the warmth of those brown eyes more than ever before.

‘I’ll call you?’ you asked, suddenly unsure if you were worthy of such patient kindness as his.

Eddie fought every urge to lean forward and kiss you right then and there.

‘When you’re ready!’ He smiled. Sunshine through the clouds.

‘Maybe everything would be okay?’ you thought. ‘Maybe everything would be wonderful!’

***

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dutchess-of-fear · 1 year

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Sweet Treat For A Sweet Dream

Morpheus x GN!Reader

You were having difficult fallen asleep for three nights and you couldn't get to sleep, when your worried boyfriend decided to visit and want to help,

Hope you enjoy this little story, I sometimes has also difficulty sleeping at times and thought of making a little story of Morpheus helping you finally having a good night sleep

You were tossing and turning and couldn't really sleep at all, it had been the third night you hadn't had any sleep at all, you tried everything to fall asleep, but nothing had worked out.

You toss the duvet off you're body as you got up and marched into the kitchen making yourself a cup of tea, you were so busy trying to make yourself some tea that you hadn't noticed Morpheus, your boyfriend standing at the doorway to the kitchen, "Having trouble sleep, my sparrow?" You jumped and turned around, holding a hand over your chest as you gave him a death glare, "at least announce yourself before giving me a heartattack?" You turned around and finished making your tea before sitting down as Morpheus joined you.

Yes your boyfriend was literally the King of Dreams and Nightmares, you know you should ask your boyfriend to help you sleep by giving you those sand that he carried, but you are quite stubborn and had dealt with this before and you did feel asleep on your own so you never asked for his house.

But Morpheus has been worried, he hadn't seen you for a while, Lucienne said they must be busy with College and they be in the dreaming tonight as its the weekend, but it's already half past eleven and Morpheus didn't want to wait anymore.

So he decided to visit into the real world and see how they been doing,

You ask Morpheus what was he doing here as he reached for your hand looking at you with worry in his eyes,

"I am worried about you my sparrow, I hadn't seen you in the dreaming for a while" you did always love how Morpheus always wants to make sure you are happy and make sure you are safe which always warmed your heart with love for him.

"Do not worry my love, I'm just having a little difficulty of sleeping but don't worry, I be fine" you say as you busy looking at your empty cup as Morpheus knew he need to help his darling, even when he knew they is going to be stubborn about having help,

"My sparrow, you want me to help-" "no Morpheus I don't need help, I can get to sleep without the sand" You answered while you began to clean your cup, but Morpheus held your wrist gently as he wrapped his other hand around your waist stopping you from cleaning,

"My Sparrow go to the bedroom, I'll make you something that will help you sleep" He gently say, you try to protest but he interrupted you "my dear, please let me help, you look absolutely tired" you knew that you can't win with him, as he has his way of making you cave in as you nodded your head,

He smiled softly as he kissed your hair as you reluctantly moved away from Morpheus, you asked what he was thinking of doing as he looked around the kitchen and found what he was looking for,

"well, I have heard that cinnamon tea is said to help you sleep, so I make that for you my Sparrow" you couldn't help but smile with glee as you hadn't had cinnamon tea for a while, you ask him to add a bit of honey in your tea as he hum in acknowledgement.

You sat up in your bed as Morpheus came with your Cinnamon tea with honey, you couldn't help but quickly take it out of his hands, he softly chuckled at the excitement of having the tea,

He went round the bed and sat next to you as you enjoyed your sweet delicious tea, "you know maybe I should ask you more often to help me sleep" you looked over towards your boyfriend and smiled, his eyes slightly lighten up as he kiss your check softly, you began to blush from that as he smirked before taking the cup from your hands and set it down on the table next to your side of the bed, leaning over you body.

With how the position was you're face began to grow bright red with the minute as sinful thoughts began to appear in your mind as Morpheus looks at you,

He looks at you like he knew what you were thinking but it quickly change when you suddenly yawn as you're eye became heavy, he chuckled as he brush your hair gently out of your face, "come on my Sparrow, time to sleep" Morpheus got out of the bed as he gently tuck you in the bed as you smiled as you dreamed of wonderful and sweet dreams.

He couldn't help but gently kiss your forehead "have sweet dreams my beautiful little sparrow" as he then went back to his kingdom to meet you there in the dreaming

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thedirtybeanlife · 10 months

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If you’re down for it could you write a chubby nb reader x Rudy or Alejandro? (Can be SFW or NSFW I don’t mind pookie)

(ofc! it's a little short, but i hope you enjoy!! <33)

Alejandro x Reader

You stand in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for tonight's dinner. Alejandro had been at work since early this morning, way before the sun had risen. Knowing he would be hungry, you ran out to the store and bought the things to make his favorite meal; carne asada, homemade flour tortillas, and fresh pico de gallo. Quickly working, you take the steak that has been marinating since this morning out of the fridge and place it on the counter.

Walking outside, you open the lid of the grill and throw the meat onto the hot rack, closing the lid again and bringing everything else outside and place it on the counter surrounding the grill from a safe distance, making a makeshift outdoor kitchen. After placing everything down, you start chopping the red onion, cilantro, tomatoes, and a jalapeño to make the fresh pico de gallo. You carefully squeeze in some lime juice from a fresh lime and mix it all together, covering it and sitting it aside.

Just as you go to start preparing to make the homemade tortillas with the dough you had made a little bit ago, you hear footsteps approaching you making you look up with a smile.

"Huele increíble aquí, mi amor," Alejandro says with a smile as he walks over to you and wraps his arms around you, effortlessly picking you up like you weigh nothing making you blush slightly. Even after all these years together, you struggled with accepting his affection when it came to your physical appearance.

"I figured you've had a long day, so I'm making your favorite," you say with a grin as he holds you in his strong arms, your feet still not touching the ground below.

"Carne Asada, huh? You know me so well, mi cielito," he laughs before placing a kiss to your lips and putting you back down, moving to lean against the counter your working on.

You smile happily up at him, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek before going back to rolling out the flour tortillas and placing them on a tea towel carefully. You then put a cast iron skillet on the burner of the grill, heating it up and oiling it slightly so the dough doesn't stick.

"I was also thinking i could make you and the boys some dulce de leche mousse this weekend for the gathering Rudy has planned," you offer sweetly.

"I think everyone would love that, baby," he smiles and nods as he watches you, "Do you want any help?"

"Absolutely not. This is my treat to you. You work too hard all day to have to come home and make dinner too," you scold playfully, swatting him away with your dish towel as he tries to step in and help.

He laughs as you swat him away and puts his hands up in mock surrender, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and placing his chin on it after. Alejandro runs his large hands under your apron and shirt, his calloused fingers gently grabbing at your plump flesh and caressing it as he runs his fingers along your curves whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you work.

Within thirty minutes, everything is done and Alejandro insisted he at least could set the table. After a few minutes of trying to tell him no, you give up and he happily walks inside to grab plates and silverware for the table. You carry all of the food inside in two trips and place it in respect places on the kitchen table.

"Dios mío, mi amor. esto se ve increíble," Alejandro gapes at the food as he watches you set it down.

You laugh at his reaction and grab two glasses, pouring some wine into each, handing him one and putting yours down on the table. You pile food on his plate before sitting down and doing the same to yours. He digs in immediately, moaning around a mouthful of steak and tortilla, nodding before swallowing and going in for another large bite.

"Calm down, Alejandro!" you laugh, "It's not going anywhere. you're going to choke, Baby." your smile widens as you look at him from across the table.

"Amor, this is simply the best thing you've ever made," he says in astonishment.

"Ale, honey, you say that every time i make it," you laugh softly and take a bite of your food, eating at a slower pace than Alejandro so you don't choke.

"And I mean it every time," he says seriously around mouthful of food, manners fully forgotten as he savors every bite.

Later that evening, after everything's been cleaned and leftovers are put in the fridge, you and Alejandro sit on the couch, watching a random western movie he had put on, neither of you paying any mind to it as you lay in each others arms, talking about your days and what you did. His fingers run through your hair as you cuddle into his chest under the fuzzy blanket draped over both of you. With his other hand, he slowly runs his hand up and down your back under your shirt, his nails grazing comfortingly over your soft skin.

"i love you, Ale," you say softly, placing a kiss to his jawline.

"I love you more, mi amor," Alejandro responds with a grin, placing a kiss to your lips.

The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch, simply basking in the comfort you bring each other, never more content than in this moment.

#alejandro vargas x reader #xreader #fanfiction #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #fanfic #mw2022 #oneshot #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod

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or0ch1maru · 3 months

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hello Cj! I hope you've been doing well! I'm sorry that you've been working so hard this past weekend :( I hope you rest well and get some time to unwind and do smth fun!

I LOOVED your headcanons of snuggling/cuddling with kakuzu🩷 can I request a hidan version?

hello my pretty bby♡︎I’ve been having a lovely few days off thank you, relaxing and catching up on some stuff. Just took a hot ass shower to help my muscles after the gym. And of course, let’s get into it🫵🏻

18+ MINORS, and ageless blogs DNI. Short blurb of sex w Hidan

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-Hidan is similar to his partner in ways he treats and cherishes his woman

-he is both vocal and physical about his love for you. His main way is through sex. Leaving bite marks and hickeys in places people can see them, your neck, collarbones, thighs, even leaving scars from his teeth along your neck, wrists and arms. Just so people know you belong to him

-he’s huge on consent, especially since he’s a rough lover. He doesn’t make love, he fucks, HARD

-he’s loud about it too, tellin’ you how much he loves you and your pretty cunt, how he could live like this inside you, how pretty you are and how lucky he is to be the only one to have you this way

-where you go, he goes

-if anyone gives him weird looks about being glued to your hip, he gives them an even nastier look if he doesn’t straight up tell them to fuck off and mind their business

-but back to touch, he’s got to have a hand on you. Whether it’s playing with your hair, hand in your back pocket, or the small of your back. Or walking with his fingers intertwined through your belt loop

-even when you two are sitting on the couch around the other members, his arm wrapped around you, resting gently on top of your breast.

-or wrapping around your neck, no squeezing, just resting against your delicate, scarred skin

-when you rest between his legs, your back against him, his hand casually cups over your pussy, even when he’s not trying to do anything sexual. He just loves touchin’ you

-when you two are alone in your shared room, he’s like your own weighted blanket, he’ll lay on top of you, watching his positions so he doesn’t crush or hurt you

-he loves skin to skin

-you two will just hang out and cuddle naked, he’ll have you sitting in his lap, calloused hands resting on the soft flesh of your hips. Admiring your form

-taking in all your scars, any form of blemishes, doesn’t care about acne or if you’re chubby, he goes crazy when he sees your stretch marks

-he’ll caress every part of you, especially the things you’re most insecure about. Hidan will kiss you head to two, telling you how beautiful you are to him

-sees you as a goddess

-one that deserves to be worshipped, gifted, and treated like one should

-another thing Hidan includes in your cuddles is deep, raw, and passionate make out sessions.

-his hands holding the back of your head as he nips at your bottom lip, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth while yours does the same to him

-now, not every time ends up with sex but when it does, he’s turned into a needy puddle

-begging you to use him, ride him and take him any way you need him

-head thrown back as his hands travel up and down your body, gripping you wherever he can, whines and whimpers falling from his lips as you slam your hips down his girth

-“baby, baby f-fuck. Bein’ so good for ya doll. Please.”

-he begs, not sure what he’s begging for but it just feels right. Just like Kakuzu, he feels like you were made for him, made to take and please him

-but back to the cuddles(may or may not have gotten of track but ya know, can’t help it with him)

-your shared bed has tons of blankets on it, just to make the two of you into burritos when you’re pressed against him

-your hands wrapped around his head as your chests are touching, his hands holding you at the small of your back, keeping your body up against him

-he also likes being little spoon. Feeling your small form pressed against his back while your arm wraps around his torso, holding him to you

-he’ll cup your hand in his, holding it against his chest, letting his heart beat against you, even though you can’t feel it. It gives him a sense of calm, and security

-when you’re on your cycle, (just like his partner, he makes sure your stocked on everything you could need and runs bubble baths for you) but he uses his hand as your personal heater

-he radiates so much warmth that the second his hand touches your lower belly or back, your cramps fade

-have y’all seen any of the videos where a bf will pull down his shirt just to expose his cute lil gf hiding inside

-that’s Hidan. Would love for you to live in his skin lol. The rare times he wears a shirt or hoodie, he holds it open for you to climb into. Smiles to himself when he sees that you’ve fallen asleep in there

-and lastly, on missions, he’ll wrap his cloak around you, engulfing you in his scent and the warmth of his chest

-he’ll walk with you that way for however long either of you please

-which will be the entire trip there and back

#akatsuki #akatsuki members #hidan headcanon #hidan x you #hidan fluff #akatsuki hidan #hidan smut #hidan x reader #kakuzu x hidan #hidan naruto #hidan akatsuki #hidan #soft Hidan

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fadingdaggerr · 2 years

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all bark, some bite - l.w.

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (no pronoun or name use for reader)

summary: parents’ weekend is a time of stress, especially when an addams is now a student, and her mother and the principal have a fun little history behind them

warnings: fully using morticia as a plot device (sorry tish baby i luv u), suggestive ending

note: i have no idea what happened to this fic

the closer parents’ weekend grew, the more antsy larissa became. she typically has gone over every little detail three, four, five times by now. every year she takes great consideration into everything, wanting the parents to see the nevermore in all her glory, down to having every knickknack in every common space dusted and polished to perfection. but this year felt different. the tension in her shoulders was tighter this year, her pacing more pointed, her sleep dwindling by the day, and if none of this was enough, the now eight rechecks of plans was starting to look a little crazy.

when the day arrived, she was somehow more tense than she had been for the last two weeks. usually once the day began, she had been confident and excited, but today, she fiddled with her wedding band nonstop, watching as parents arrived and greeted their children.

walking up beside her, i lean in so my voice only reached her, “everything looks great, baby, relax a little bit. the students look happy, the schedule’s fun, you look stunning as always, everything’s in order.”

“you have got to stay close by me at all times,” is all she says.

“as much as i would love that, i have to be in my classroom to answer parent questions for the first couple hours. but, i would love to sneak in a visit my favorite girl,” i smile to her, pressing my lips to her clothed shoulder, and i can see some tension reduce a little.

“i will be holding you to your word on that,” she grabs my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. i pull her hand to my own lips, returning the favor, not missing the way her eyes light up.

in their mini tours, many of my students brought their parents to my classroom. most got a full report of the class from their children, meaning i was just there to deliver pleasantries, admittedly spruce up the behavior of some students when parents asked, and accept compliments on my book collection.

tall floor to ceiling bookshelves covered the west-facing wall of my room, a rolling ladder allowing me to reach the very top shelves. the top shelves were reserved for only the greatest of my collection, the rare and beautiful ones. books the students enjoy were closer to their reach, the ladder being a no-go for any of them. i always kept books larissa loved at her own eye-level, she had yet to notice it was on purpose, so her little excitement was a special treat whenever she gazed at the shelf.

after two hours of meetings that ended with a lively conversation with eugene’s moms, i thought i would finally be able to retreat back to wherever larissa may be. as i started to head out the door when a familiar, dark presence blocked my path to the hall.

“hello, wednesd-”

“principal’s office, now.”

“i’m doing great, thank you so much for asking wednesday,” i say monotonously, “and why am i so kindly being summoned to the principal’s office?”

“i’m saving her, and by proxy, you, a headache,” and she leaves. a hefty dose of ‘no context’ from wednesday addams, no day is complete without it anymore.

i make my way to larissa’s office, knocking gently before peeking my head in, “riss?”

“darling, what are you doing here?” she asks as she moves from her desk and makes her way over to me, both hands grabbing mine, pulling me closer.

“wednesday addams. she sent me here to ‘save you and myself a headache,’ whatever that means,” i say with a shrug, placing a sweet kiss to her cheek.

“i hope we don’t find out,” her hands moving, arms wrap around my waist, my own going around her neck.

“me neither. a nice, headache free day sounds phenomenal,” i say while adjusting the chain of her necklace, “how has your day been, my angel?”

she lets out a deep breath, “probably about as interesting as yours so far, but i would say it’s much better now,” she finishes her sentence with a short kiss to my lips.

i hum in agreement, and just as i go to pull her back in, there’s a knock as the door. we jump apart before larissa calls for whoever knocked to enter. the door opens, and i see a woman, dressed in a long, black gown enter the room. she’s smiling with adoration at the shorter man next to her, love for the woman evident in his gaze.

larissa’s eyes widen as she freezes in place. this is what she had been dreading, morticia addams.

the woman looks back towards the room, “larissa!”

“morticia! lovely to see you.”

ah, the headache, i think to myself, just as she begins to approach me. wednesday looks more homicidal than usual, and i can’t help but share the feeling.

“why hello there, morticia addams,” she sticks her hand out for me to shake. before i can introduce myself, she speaks again shutting me down, “and this is gomez, my husband,” gomez grabs her hand, kissing up her arm, muttering terms of endearment in spanish, “and my son, pugsley.”

“well, it sure is certainly nice to meet all of you,” my smile is fake, but morticia doesn’t seem to notice the insincerity, so i continue, “wednesday is fantastic in my literature of the macabre class. she has been at top of my class since she started, which has not been unexpected.”

i almost feel as if i’m bragging about how well my own child is doing in class, and i can see as larissa smiles softly at my words.

“that is fantastic to hear, our little viper is a master of the macabre,” gomez praises his daughter, the action making wednesday scowl harder, but making me smile slightly.

the addams’ sat across from larissa, i stood to larissa’s right, offering her support with my presence. discussions of wednesday’s academics and extracurriculars continued for a little bit. i stayed quiet for most of it, happy to be with my wife, also hoping i could be a buffer between her and morticia. i had been filled in, well before we got married, about how cruel morticia was to larissa later in their academy years. i also stayed for wednesday, who wouldn’t admit that she needed someone else in her corner when her parents were around. all conversation came to sudden halt when morticia let out a gasp.

“how could i have not seen that? larissa, you never mentioned you had gotten married,” she grabs larissa’s left hand, pulling it close to look at her ring. a shudder moves down my back at the contact.

“it wasn’t relevant the last we spoke, and before that we hadn’t seen each other since we graduated, so why when would i have said anything?” larissa is calculated in her response, letting me know this interaction had been something of worry to her.

“goodness, when did this happen? must not have been long ago, or else i would’ve heard, i’m sure,” morticia responds, and i almost laugh at her certainty.

“it’s been seven years as of september, as a matter of fact. and we were together for five years before that. it was a very private ceremony, we only had our closest loved ones in attendance,” larissa answers as she pulls her hand back, looking at her ring with a soft smile, a light blush painting her cheeks at the memory. i bite my tongue to hide my own smile.

“private ceremony, private answers, not even a photo in here larissa,” morticia gestures around the office, and the anger in me grows slowly.

“with students, staff, faculty, parents, and even law enforcement regularly in my office, i would rather not have my personal life on display. what’s mine is private,” she says the last part lowly, a warning to morticia that she must tread lightly, but her tone ignites a fire in the pit of my stomach.

this warning is noted by a raised brow, but is violently ignored when she looks larissa in the eye with a pathetic frown and says, “please don’t tell me you settled?”

larissa’s face immediately grows dark, her hands flattening against her desk, she starts to rise out of her seat. to avoid a small war in the middle of the office, i take a step forward and speak in her place, “i believe ‘settling’ is more of a subjective concept,” my eye contact is sharp and unwavering, “in my opinion, she most definitely did settle, outrageously settled. but from her words, at the very least, i would say she does not share the same sentiment as i do,” the emphasis on ‘very’ has larissa’s head whipping my way at the innuendo, “some would say marrying your high school sweetheart is settling, but i’m not one to judge,” pugsley snorts, wednesday’s eyes shoot to him in a playful manor, clearly enjoying this just as much,“well, not one to judge often, as my mother used to say, ‘everyone has a taste, whether or not they should have be pickier is up to the heavens.’ quite the phrase, don’t ya think?”

morticia’s mouth shuts immediately, her eyes shooting to larissa’s to ask for help. she has nothing to offer her former roommate, other than holding back her own laughter.

“anyways, i should be on my way, poetry club meeting starts in 30 minutes, and i have to get the room set up for the parents,” i say with a smile towards the addams. “it was lovely letting you mister and missus addams, you too pugsley. i will see you in class next week, pretty please remind enid to read the chapter, do not give her the gist of it,” i point to wednesday as i speak, “and you,” i turn to larissa, “i will see you at home,” i kiss the top of her forehead to end my goodbye, my left hand on her shoulder, matching wedding band on display.

i pat her shoulder once more before walking towards the door, i turn to look at her, right as i’m about to close the door and blow her a kiss. she smiles softly and rolls her eyes at my antics.

“anything else you would like to discuss?”

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my day, thankfully, ended after the poetry club meeting. a side road only a couple miles past the campus gates brought me to a dark green, two story house with brown trim. a wrap porch with vines growing up after years of free roaming, but neat from snipping and reshaping them when they got unruly. this wasn’t just some house, it was the home larissa and i now shared.

getting home, my shoes slid off before i even unlocked the door. keys were on the hook, bag on the seat by the door, jacket on the peg, shoes thrown on the floor. i make my way go our bedroom, purposefully going to her closet for a sweatshirt, grabbing a light grey one, and a pair of my own sleep shorts from my top drawer.

larissa comes home silently while i was a focusing on not burning the vegetables in the pan. she follows a similar pattern to me, only neater and quieter. i don’t notice her presence until i’m adding the vegetables to the sauce, and two long, pale arms wrap around my middle. i continue my task with her draped around me, stirring the vegetables in, spinning the spice rack in search of oregano and red pepper flakes.

“you are trouble” i laugh at her opening line, “at the very least, huh?”

“children were present, and in my defense, those particular ones have definitely heard much worse from those horn-dogs,” i say like it’s nothing, making her laugh this time. “and you’re one to talk. ‘what’s mine is private’? good lord, riss,” i jokingly fan my face, and she laughs harder.

“i stand by my statements,” she pinches my side, “especially the one where i disagree with you on me settling. i don’t settle, if i wanted to i could’ve long ago, but i waited for the right person and found you,” she whispers the end into my ear.

“and look at you now, with a much better last name,” i add the noodles to the sauce, “could’ve been missus larissa antoinette weems-fru- LARISSA!” i squeak as a hand smacks against my ass, laughing immediately.

“don’t even start, gods you even brought the middle name into it,” she laughs with me, her head resting against my shoulder.

i pick up a sauce-drenched noodle on a spoon, raising it to her lips, she gladly takes the bite, groaning happily at the taste. biting back a comment about the noise, i start to prepare dishes to serve on. larissa stays glued to my back, following each of my steps around our kitchen.

“i may need you around for more parent-principal meetings, especially ones involving… particularly difficult cases,” larissa says into my neck, avoiding the use of morticia’s name, as if it would summon her if spoken.

“you name the time and place, i’ll happily be wherever you need me. i can be like your guard dog,” i laugh a little at the notion.

“perhaps a ‘beware of dog’ sign outside my office may be needed,” she jests as she pulls away to set the table.

with dinner finished, and a bottle of wine later, larissa and i lay on the couch together, my fingers weaving through her hair as her head rested on my chest, her hands wandering every now and then from my abdomen, down my legs, and back up. i scratched my fingertips against her scalp, a noise just short of a purr comes from the back of her throat. we stay in this silence for a while, relaxing from the day, knowing tomorrow still had a slim chance to be incident free. loving her and being loved by her was all there was at this moment.

her head raises from my chest, i also pout at the loss of the comforting weight against my chest. tired, larimar eyes find mine, and i feel my heart skip a beat, her beauty has never failed to surprise me. someone like her, someone this beautiful, chose me.

she stares a little longer before sweetly saying, “you’d make a horrible guard dog,” and my jaw drops slightly, i’m utterly gobsmacked. i had been expecting a loving comment, or even a lustful one, not whatever this was.

i look at her for another moment before gathering my thoughts. i piece together the only thing that feels right to say at a time like this, “what the fuck?”

“you’re awfully cute, darling. i don’t think they’d find you scary,” she leans down to kiss the middle of my chest through my (her) sweatshirt, then looking back up at me. she made a point, i was not nearly as intimidating up front as she was.

larissa was intimidating just to look at. she’s gorgeous, tall, and clearly professional. she could talk her way out of anything, and just as easily talk her way in, just with her wit. all of this, this perfectly sculpted image, could be brought down by a little beetle crawling on the wall. a beetle i would be called in to crush, but instead would end up being guided onto a paper towel and released back into nature.

“well, they’d be mistaken then. and apparently so are you. you’d think my own wife would know me better,” i scoff, but the smile on my face betrays the feigned attitude. she laughs, and smile grows wider and wider. “i’ll let this insult on my character slide, only because of the wine, and definitely not because i love you so much,” i continue, and she groans playfully.

she puts her head back down on my chest, arms giving me a squeeze, “i love you more, and seriously though, thank you for being there today. and just so you know, for the rest of this weekend, you are not leaving my side.”

i chuckle, “as if i could even dream of it,” wrapping my arms around her snugly, “you know stuck with me forever, you’re the one who put a ring on it,” i pepper the top of her head in kisses as she tries not to laugh.

her head nudges up, she buries herself in my neck. i hide my own face in her soft hair, inhaling her scent. i feel her lips pressing along the column of my throat, moving upwards. little nips marked the trail to my jaw, kisses as she moves to the side more. one final tug of my earlobe by her teeth brings me back to full attention. her voice lowers, “how about i show you at the very most how much i love you?”

bit of a longer fic to make up for the lack of them in the last week. feedback is, as usual, appreciated greatly :)

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems fanfic #brienne of tarth #larissa weems is a lesbian #wednesday netflix

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thenerdnextdoorxo · 1 year

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I have a request if you're taking them, I may also request this to a few other blogs, so don't mind that, I absolutely love your work btw!!

I was hoping for Wanda and reader

wanda recently invited her gf R to live with her, but R has a habit she doesn't know about. The previous person R lived with always made R do the laundry, make all the food, do all the cleaning, and do everything, and R doesn't realize how messed up that is, R thinks their ''lower'' than whoever they live with, therefore they should do everything.

wanda is heartbroken to see R waiting on her like that, making her meals and cleaning up after her, and doing it happily too, and is upset that her love thinks so low of themselves.

que Wanda reassuring R they will split the work evenly, and R doesn't need to do everything

thank u in advance!

Thank you! I hope you like this one :))

Ever since you decided to date, your partners were always demanding. Asking you to do their laundry or make meals for them, or such. You didn't find any issue with that really, you grew up taking care of your younger sibling so you kind of grew used to being the one to do chores around the house.

You recently moved into Wanda's apartment, and you couldn't be any happier. You loved Wanda more than anything, and you appreciated a little company. As you were used to, you took over the chores around her apartment. At first, Wanda didn't think much of it, she just thought that you were friendly and helping her.

But then you started doing it more often that Wanda felt the need to tell you to relax a bit since you were doing everything around the house and you seemed so tense. But you were confused and said "Aren't I supposed to do chores since we're dating?"

You were met with a confused look from Wanda trying to think why you said such thing and then you continued: "I've been doing this with the people I've dated before and they seemed to like it," You said with a smile on your face.

The first thought that crossed Wanda's mind is that you were used and you didn't know. She knew that sometimes you thought the best of people even if they don't deserve it, but she never thought that something like this happened.

"Detka, no, you aren't supposed to do chores alone, I can help you," She replied and you tilted your head in a questioning manner. "But everyone else said that that's what I'm supposed to do," You said. She sighed and couldn't help but move closer to you to hold you in her arm. She felt like she can protect you this way.

"I know, but they were wrong, you shouldn't have let them walk over you," She whispered and you started to think to all the times where they demanded something ridiculous at an ungodly hour but you still did it out of love. Now felt stupid.

"I was used," You whispered more to yourself than to Wanda. "I know, but it's over know, you've got me, I will never let anyone treat you like that ever again," You weren't listening. You couldn't. All this time, they were being toxic to you and you were oblivious. Before you knew it, your eyes started to tear up.

"Oh no detka, shhh, it's okay, don't cry, I won't let anyone do that to you, I promise," She said while gently rubbing your back. "I know, but I just can't get rid of the fact that I was so oblivious to all their doings," You sobbed. "I know, and we both won't let that happen to you ever again and I give you my word," She replied.

You sat there with Wanda holding you in her arms as she slowly started to rock you back and forth while rubbing your shoulders until you fell asleep. Meanwhile, Wanda was plotting revenge. How could they mess with you? How could they manipulate you like that?

She will make them pay.

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Guess who's back!!! I was supposed to upload last weekend but exams started and ruined the whole plan for me T-T

Anyways, I still have exams on the way so I might not upload as much as I want, but I'll try

My requests are open <3333

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #mommy wanda #wanda maximov #wanda maximommy #wanda fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda marvel #wanda mcu

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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Can I ask for a blurb when reader and Matty haven't had sex in a while because they have been busy and she has been stressed. Maybe he has tried to initiate it a couple of times but as soon as he gets that she's not into he dropped of course. So she realise it has been a while and she apologises and feels guilty but he's super nice about it.

Sorry once again trying to heal my trauma through fiction. 😅

Hope your having a nice day💕

Of course, babes! Sorry about the delay. Looks like my writing is going through another shitty phase. I hope this helps in some small way. Remember that if anyone treats you with anything less than complete respect, then they don’t deserve you or your trust. Love you. 🥰

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Monday.

It was already a busy week for both of them. Matty had spent most of the weekend in the studio, alone, with George, working out the production on a song they’d written and revised a thousand times. He’d come home really late Sunday night and found her asleep already, sliding into bed next to her as quietly as possible and going to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. So, when she woke up this morning, well before his alarm went off, she decided not to wake him, simply giving him a quick kiss on the forehead and dashing out the door to get an early start to the work week.

She waited around for him that night. Or tried to, at least. She’d cooked them a quick dinner, and set out a plate for him, but he never came. When she texted him, he replied, 39 minutes later, sorry, babe. Another late night. Enjoy dinner though. See you at home?

She wanted to see him. She missed him. So, she tried to stay up late, watching tv , snuggled up on the couch and counting down the minutes until she could hear his car pull into the driveway. But, she’d had a long day herself. Work had gotten wiped her out. Making dinner and taking a quick shower was just about all she was capable of after that. So, she ended up falling asleep right there on that couch. Well before Matty got home.

She had a vague memory of Matty carrying her up the stairs and into their bedroom, tucking her in, and giving her a kiss that tasted like toothpaste and smelled like cigarettes. So, he must have been getting ready for bed too, but she doesn’t recall seeing him change out of his clothes, or get into bed. She was out like a light.

Tuesday.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” Matty grinned down at her as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“H-how long have you been standing there…watching me sleep?”

Matty laughed and shook his head. “Please, I’m not that creepy. I was just setting down your breakfast on the night stand. Did I wake you?”

She propped up her pillow and sat up, looking to her side, where Matty had, indeed, left a cup of coffee and a pastry. “Oh, thank you, baby. When did you-“

“Woke up early to grab them. Wanted to spend some time with you before we both went off to work. Feel like we’ve hardly seen each other since….Friday?”

She nodded, taking a sip of her drink, and letting the comforting taste of her coffee order wake her up gently. “You’re an angel, you know that?” She reached out her hands, pulling Matty back into bed to kiss him.

“Don’t think angels would do what I wanna do to you right now…” he mumbled against her lips as she kissed him.

“Oh, babe, not that I wouldn’t love to, but- I have to get ready for work soon, and- I just, I don’t think it’d be fun to rush through it-“

“Oh, of course. Yeah.” She felt his hold on her loosen immediately as he pulled away.

“Sorry! Please don’t be mad! It’s not that I don’t want to- it’s just that work has been crazy, I’ve actually been going into the office early to catch up on stuff and I don’t think the mood-“

“Hey,” he cupped her face with a gentle touch. “Listen to me, it’s okay! You don’t have to explain yourself. Alright? I understand.” He smiled at her reassuringly as she studied his face for any signs of secret resentment.

“A-are you sure?”

“Course I am, babe. Just take your breakfast with you. You can pass on this body” he pointed jokingly to his torso, “Won’t have you skipping meals for work, though…”

“You’re the best.” She gave him a quick peck before springing out of bed and into the bathroom.

Wednesday.

“Matty? Honey? You home?” She called out from the entryway, frowning at the noise in the kitchen, as she hung up her keys and kicked off her shoes. She hadn’t expected him to be home before her tonight. So, she was a bit thrown off.

“Hello, my love!” He chirped, a carefree smile on his tired, sleep-deprived face. He gave her a greeting kiss. “How was you’re day?”

She let him help her take off her coat as she gave him the highlights, “what’re you doing home so early?”

“Finally finished that song that’s been bothering us for weeks. Thought I’d call it an early night and come make us dinner.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s great news!”

“You wanna hear it? I’ve got it on my phone, actually!”

She loved being his private audience. He always played her incomplete songs and ideas for melodies whenever he had them and he respected her opinion immensely. She was always humbled and flattered by the way his eyes would watch her carefully to gauge her reaction to any new music and she loved that he actively sought out her input and took her feedback seriously.

Much of their dinner conversation was, naturally, devoted to that song and what he might do with it. They discussed their favorite parts of it, Matty told her about how he came to write it, what George had done with it, and why it took so long to “get just right.” The conversation carried on, and strayed in several different directions as they cleaned up the kitchen and settled into the living room, with her in his lap, flipping through several streaming services for something to watch before bed.

“Or, we could just-“ Matty dipped his head down to kiss her, his hands traveling to her waist. She’d missed him. His touch. His scent. The feeling of his soft lips on hers. She really wanted this. She did. But, she didn’t want it to go any further. And, it was clear by how eagerly Matty had re-positioned himself on the couch to be on top of her, that he did want to go further.

She closed her eyes, trying to breathe deeply, but the anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn’t let her. It’s fine. This is fine. She loved Matty. And sex was fun. And they hadn’t done it in a while. So, this’d probably be good. She’s not entirely into it now, but should get herself there. Eventually. If she kept going, right? All couples compromise at some point. So, what if she wasn’t feeling it. Worst case scenario, she’d just wait for him to finish. It’ll be fine.

“Everythin’ alright, darlin’?” Matty’s voice interrupted the small whispers inside her own mind.

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

Matty gradually withdrew, sitting up straight and getting off of her to give her some space. “I was just asking if you’re okay. What’s the matter, love?”

“Oh! Nothing’s the matter. I’m fine. Why?”

“Well….you seem…distracted. Pretty sure I felt you tense up a bit. Just makin’ sure you’re okay….”

She hadn’t realized that she’d clutched onto the couch reflexively when Matty’s arms began to run over her body. He was right. She was feeling stiff.

“I- umm, yeah, I’m fine. I just- well-“ the small flutter of anxiety that that had been moving through her now settled into real panic. She had no idea what to say that wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby? Did I- god, have I hurt you?” Matty looked at her, concern in his eyes, he was absolutely clueless.

“No, no! Not at all- it’s not - you’ve done nothing! I promise. It’s not you-“

“Well, what is it then? You can tell me…did you- do you not want this right now?”

Her throat ran dry at his words, she felt tongue tied. Too overwhelmed to speak. Matty watched her, expecting a response. Eventually, she shook her head.

“Oh, I see. That’s okay! Why didn’t you say anything?”

They way she looked up at him with surprised and confusion utterly baffled him. Like it hadn’t even occurred to her that it was an option to simply let him know.

“Well, you know, we…umm- haven’t slept together in a while, and…yesterday, I did. When you tried, I said no, cuz I had to go to work, and stuff…so, I just figured-“

“You figured what? You’d let me have it even if you’re not into it?” Matty smiled in disbelief, shaking his head.

“Sounds silly when you put it like that.” She looked down at her feet, feeling dejected and foolish.

Matty jumped from his side of the couch over to her, pulling her into a hug, immediately. “Listen to me, and listen carefully, you are NOT obligated to give me sex. Like ever. I don’t care how long it’s been, I don’t care how many times you’ve had to say now, I don’t care if we’re right in the middle of things, and I’m standing there, lookin at you with my fuckin dick out. If, at any point, you suddenly decide, you’re not feeling it, you just say the word and we’ll stop.”

She shook her head, “but that sounds so selfish!”

“Not as selfish as me ignoring all your cues. Letting you put yourself through something so personal when you’re not enjoying it just so I can cum for the night. Does that seem fair to you? Would that be right?”

Something about the way he’d described it matter-of-factly made the decision seem like a no-brainer. But, in the moment, it didn’t feel that way at all. “Nope.”

“I never want to take advantage of you. I never want to taint our relationship. You don’t owe me anything. Just because you’ve agreed to be in this relationship with me, it doesn’t give me the right to just expect sex from you. Any time it happens between us, we both have to be into it. Meaning, every. Single. Time. We have to make it an active choice. Yeah? Besides, it’s not nearly as sexy or enjoyable for me, if you’re not into it! Do you see what I mean?”

“…yeah, I do. Thank-“

“Fuck no. Not havin’ you thank me for being, like, a normal human being. That’s the bare fuckin minimum. If anyone’s ever made you feel like that’s something you have to be grateful for, then they’re the twat, not you. And if I haven’t made that clear enough until today, then that’s a failure on my part. I’m going to fix it. Starting….well, now! May I kiss you?”

“Yes, Matty. You may.”

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Romantic Roller Skating (50th Fic!)

Request: Maybe something with Natasha x reader on the romantic way? Btw, I love your posts ❤️‍🔥

Note: Thank you so much for this request! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I'm glad you like my fics! Thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoy this fic! Also, thank you to everyone who has been supporting my blog and fics throughout! I truly appreciate all of you 💗

Warnings: This fic is NSFW. There is tickling with different tools, fingering, and some curse words. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read

Word Count: 3405

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You pulled up into the driveway of the house you lived in with Natasha. After a long week of work, you were ready to rest this weekend and catch up on your favorite show. You put the emergency brake in place, shut off the engine, and gathered your belongings while heading inside.

“Honey, I’m home!” You called out, looking around a bit puzzled as most of the lights were off in the house. You knew Natasha was home because her car was also on the driveway.

“Hello? Is anyone home?” You asked, starting to worry.

You entered your shared bedroom, as the lights were off, and the only thing lighting the room were four fancy candles. You walked over to the candles slowly, seeing that there was a small envelope in the middle of the square of candles.

You reached in carefully and grabbed the small white envelope with a red heart sticker sealing it closed. You look around, wondering if Natasha was secretly watching you from somewhere.

“Miss me?” A voice rang out, which you recognized right away from the low sultry tone to it.

You turned to face her, not expecting what you saw. Your mouth dropped open as your eyes took in her perfection. The redhead stood there in front of you wearing black lingerie with her hair flowing freely with light waves.

“Are you gonna pick your jaw up off the floor?” Natasha teased, gently tilting your chin upwards.

You blushed and turned away, too stunned to speak. Natasha knew you were panicking inside, so she slowly guided you along.

“Go ahead and open it,” the redhead gently said, while lightly tickling your side to get you to relax.

You yelped and jumped away before carefully opening the envelope, pulling out a sturdy piece of small paper.

Be ready at 6. Don’t forget your skates ;)

P.S. If you’re a good teacher, you’ll get a special treat ;)

You looked at the redhead, asking her what she meant.

“I’m taking you on a roller skating date,” Natasha said.

“But you don’t know how to roller skate,” you said, wondering why she’d take you on a date she couldn’t participate in.

“That’s why I included the last part, silly,” Natasha said, as you reread the part about being a good teacher.

You blushed knowing exactly what she meant by a “special treat.”

“Now come on my little bunny, let’s go,” Natasha said, grabbing your hand.

“Aren’t you gonna put on something else?” You asked.

Natasha looked down and realized she was still in her lingerie only. She giggled in embarrassment, as you reminded her that she was only for your eyes.

The two of you headed to the roller skating rink. Luckily tonight was a special for couples only, which meant no little kids running into you.

The two of you rented your skates and headed out to the rink with the other couples.

“Alright Mrs. Romanoff, I’ll teach you how to skate,” you said confidently.

“Basically, all you do is push off one foot at a time. You want to glide with your skates, and it’s sort of like slowly walking. You won’t take as many ‘steps’ since you’ll be gliding in between. Here, I’ll show you,” you said, pushing off your right foot and gliding a bit before pushing off your left foot.

Natasha tried to do the same, which much to your amusement, did not turn out well. The redhead slipped and fell onto the rink, as you quickly skated over towards her.

“Are you okay?” You asked, now a bit worried.

“I’m fine, I’ll get the hang of it,” the Black Widow responded.

“Here, hold on to me while I skate with you so you can balance,” you said, offering her your arm.

The two of you started off slow, only going in straight lines first. The black widow was a fast learner and was able to skate on straightaways in no time.

“You’re doing great! Let’s try a turn now,” you suggested.

“Stand behind me and hold on to me so you can get a feel for how much you have to lean in order to turn,” you told the redhead.

“Hmm, I may get an extra feel for something else,” Natasha said with a smirk. You were thankful that the rink was pretty dimly lit besides the neon lights. In broad daylight, anybody would be able to see your face as red as a tomato. Just for that comment, you decided to be a little mischievous. Before Natasha could properly hold on, you took off, quickly skating away from her while giggling. You knew Natasha couldn’t turn that well, but you still had to be quick because she was hot on your heels.

“Y/N, get back here you little brat!” Natasha called out playfully. You turned around and immediately entered a fit of giggles. Unfortunately for you, that one glance back caused you to not see the couple slowly skating in front of you. You swerved quickly, able to avoid the couple, but were unable to keep your balance. You tipped over, sliding across the middle of the rink. You silently cursed to yourself, knowing this was enough for Natasha to catch you.

You saw Natasha skating quickly towards you, wobbling on the turns much to your amusement. You scrambled to get up quickly, but not quite fast enough. As soon as you got up, you couldn’t propel anywhere, as Natasha grabbed your hands and held them behind your back.

“And just where do you think you’re going missy?” Natasha asked, holding your wrists in one hand.

“I was trying to avoid aging,” you said, giggling at what you thought was a clever joke.

“Oh really? You want to call me old now huh?” Natasha asked, using her other hand to claw at your stomach, causing you to double over in a fit of laughter.

You didn’t want to make a scene in public, so you bent over and tried to keep it to just a few snorts and giggles. However, Natasha knew you wouldn’t last long, as she snuck her finger into your belly button, causing you to shriek and scream.

“NAHAHAHAT STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed, trying to find a way to escape.

“C’mon you can skate away can’t you?” The redhead teased, slipping her hand slightly under your shirt to get your sides.

You cackled with laughter, unable to hold it in, twisting out of her grip and falling on the ground. You quickly turned over, ready to defend yourself. Natasha was too quick, slipping both her hands in your armpits, as you squealed and clamped both of your arms down. However, you were still a mess because the redhead kept wiggling her fingers at lightning speed.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHO,” you cried out with laughter.

“You have to lift your arms in order for me to get my hands out,” Natasha teased.

You barely mustered the strength to lift your arms, which just led to you falling for another one of her traps, as she tickled you even more mercilessly there.

“YOHOHOU TRIHIHICKED MEHEHEHEHE YOHOHOU JEHEHERK,” you giggled and shouted at her.

“Just like you tricked me into teaching me how to do turns?” Natasha replied, as you writhed mercilessly under her fingers. Natasha saw you were running low on air and eventually let you up. Much to your embarrassment, people were watching and chuckling at your state.

You gave Natasha a playful punch, as she offered you a hand to get up.

“You were like a flopping fish,” Natasha teased, much to your embarrassment.

“I can’t control how I react when tickled,” you grumbled softly.

“Oh I know, it’s adorable,” Natasha replied, giving you a light squeeze on the back of your neck to prove her point, as you scrunched your shoulders up and entered another giggle fit.

The two of you skated a little longer, until it was time for dinner. Natasha had reserved a place at a fancy restaurant downtown, so you guys cleaned up and headed out together.

The place was filled with fancy chandeliers and even had a golden staircase at the entrance.

“Right this way,” the waiter said, opening a fancy gate to the seating area. After you two were seated you each ordered your entree and drinks. Natasha got a root beer along with chicken parmesan. You got a strawberry lemonade and a chicken fettuccine alfredo.

The two of you talked over dinner, playful banter and serious topics all mixed in. You guys even split an ice cream sundae for dessert. After you guys properly digested, you two headed home.

You two headed for the bedroom to watch TV when you guys got back. Or so you thought.

Natasha stopped in the room and gave you a look.

“What?” You asked.

“Your dress.” Natasha responded.

“What about it?”

“It needs to be off,” Natasha said, as you knew this wasn’t an opinion. It was a command.

As much as you loved being dominated by Natasha, you couldn’t help but always have a little fun with her beforehand.

“Says who?” You asked with a cocky smirk.

“Me.” She said, pulling out a set of restraints.

Your eyes widened, as you quickly tried to escape the room. Natasha grabbed you with one arm and threw you onto the bed. The two of you then had an all out wrestling match, which of course, no one could win against the black widow. She managed to take your dress off, leaving you in only your underwear and bra.

She finally was able to pin one of your arms down and fit your wrist into the restraint above your head. You, being the stubborn brat you were, reached over with your other hand to try to unstrap the restraint.

“Uh uh uh, little one, you’re not going anywhere,” Natasha said, tickling your left side, causing you to shriek and jerk your arm down and away from the restraint. As a last resort you reached out to tickle her, which much to your surprise, earned a few giggles and you could tell she was fighting it.

“Y/N stahahap I mean ihit,” she huffed, as you giggled in glee. However, that glee didn’t last long as your other wrist and both your ankles were now tied down, leaving you in an eagle spread position.

“This is my treat, right?” You asked with a wry grin. You knew you had been a brat, and she wasn’t gonna let you off the hook for it.

“Not just yet you little tease. I may have punished you for the roller skating thing, but I still have to punish you for many other things,” the redhead said, slowly placing a strange box on the bed.

“What? Why? I didn’t do anything! I’m innocent!” You cried.

“Hmm, let’s see. How about all the times you called me old? Or all the whoopie cushions you put and I sat on? Or maybe even just a few minutes ago when you tried to tickle me?” Natasha listed off.

“That’s not fair! You tickle me all the time!” You said, now getting squirmy.

“You’re damn right I do. This time, I’ll make sure to make it even more enjoyable,” Natasha said, slowly undressing herself to reveal the lingerie from earlier. She did it nice and slow just to tease you, knowing you could only look but not touch. Next she slowly opened the box, looking inside.

“I’ll start off with something nice and simple. Not too much, not too overwhelming,” the redhead said, as she pulled out a soft thick feather. Your eyes widened while you shook your head frantically.

“Natasha NO! Please! I’m sorry, I’ll do anything!” You pleaded, as Natasha just smirked at you while shaking her head. With that she took the feather and sawed it between your toes, sending you into hysterical laughter.

“NATAHAHASHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you cried out, unable to scrunch up your toes as she held them back.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Natasha asked teasingly.

“NOHOHO IHIHI AHAHAM NOHOHOHOT,” you shouted, wriggling around as much as you could.

“But you’re laughing and smiling, right? You look like you’re having fun,” Natasha continued teasing.

She gave you a small break, gently dragging the feather up and down your soft soles to keep you giggling. You knew you were in for a long night.

Natasha took the feather and lightly dragged it over your shins and up to your thighs. You jumped when the feather touched your inner thigh, as you held in your yelp.

“Sensitive are we?” Natasha said teasingly, dragging the feather closer to the outline of your underwear.

“Mmmph nohoho not at ahahahall,” you struggled to get out.

“Uh huh. We’ll get back to that later,” Natasha assured with a wink.

She then took the feather over your sides, tummy, and ribs, making you jerk and wiggle while giggling hysterically. When the feather reached your armpit, you jumped and tried to jerk away.

“No no no not there! You know that’s my weakness!” You pleaded, unable to do much.

“You’re right. Thanks for reminding me! I should take it up a notch huh?” Natasha said, reaching into her box. She pulled out a bottle of massage oil, as you shook your head frantically.

“Oh FUCK NO. You can’t do that!!” You screamed, as Natasha ignored your pleads and began rubbing the oil on your smooth underarms.

You giggled in anticipation, the sheer thought of her touching your armpits and able to begin tickling you at any time drove you crazy. Just when you thought you got used to her rubbing motions, you felt her fingers curl and her nails touch your sensitive pits. You lost any control of sanity at that point.

“BAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEASE MEHERCY,” you laughed hysterically, twisting as much as you could away from her. The oil made you a thousand times more sensitive than you already were. You shook your head and squirmed back and forth while shouting and begging for her to stop.

“This is what you get for being a brat. And don’t even lie, we both know you’re enjoying this,” Natasha said, smirking while continuing to rake her nails. She let you have a short breather, while she applied oil to the rest of your upper body.

Then she picked out her next tool from the box. One that could work on almost every single spot. Your eyes widened again, cursing out loud as she chuckled at you.

“Ready?” Natasha asked.

“No.” You said back flatly. Natasha knew you were just being cheeky, so she took both of her electric toothbrushes and held them against your sides, moving up and down and over your rib bones as well.

“PFFFT HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIHIHIS IHIHIS MEHEHEHEHEAN,” you squealed, kicking and thrashing as much as you could.

“You love it,” Natasha said, taking in your cute laughter and sweet smile.

She moved the toothbrush back up into your armpits, causing you to lose it all over again. Occasionally she would place the toothbrushes on your neck, causing you to squeal like a baby.

“YOU AHAHAHRE EHEHEHVIHIL IHIHI HAHAHAHATE YOHOHOU,” you shouted, knowing you didn’t mean it.

“Oh really? You want to see evil?” Natasha asked, as she put the electric toothbrush in your belly button.

“AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO OHOHOKAHAHAY STAHAHAHAP IHIHIM SOHORRY,” You yelled out frantically.

“It’s too late now to be sorry,” Natasha said, drilling it deeper in your belly button, causing you to wiggle and scream for mercy.

After another break, Natasha straddled you, now squeezing your hips and using her nails over your sides and inner thighs, leaving you a mess of laughter.

“Shall we check how wet you are?” Natasha said, smirking at your blush.

She reached inside your underwear, feeling around for your clit.

“Oh my, you are so wet,” Natasha said, teasingly circling around your clit.

You let a moan escape, desperate to be finished at this point.

“What’s that? What did you say?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You shook your head stubbornly.

“I agree. I should make you even hornier,” Natasha said with an evil grin.

She began applying the oil to your feet, which you dreaded most. After thoroughly heightening your sensitivity, Natasha took out a hairbrush.

“NO DONT YOU DARE I SWEAR AHAHAHAHAHAHA NAT NOHOHOH PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP ALREHEHEHEADY IHIHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT,” you screamed, as she used the brush up and down your sole, occasionally switching off and using the electric toothbrush on your feet and toes.

You were a mess of laughter now, and you could feel the pulse down there.

“Are you ready for it?” Natasha asked, and you knew what she meant.

“Finish me already you jerk,” you said, once again challenging her.

The redhead just smirked, bringing the feather and toothbrushes with her, as she spread your legs wider and sat between them.

“You are such a brat, you know that?” Natasha asked, as she traced the feather around your sensitive areas.

“Ihihihihim nohohohot,” you giggled, before snorting with laughter as she used the electric toothbrushes around the hem of your underwear. The worst part was you couldn’t close your legs to protect yourself from the tickles.

Natasha gently tugged your underwear down, giving her full access to your pleasure spot.

“Fuck me already dammit,” you said desperately.

“No cursing,” she teased, running the feather over your clit, causing you to jolt and bite back a moan.

She continued to torture you, gently running the feather on and around your clit, causing you to buck and yelp at the sensation. She hit a particularly good spot, causing you to let out an obvious whimper.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” Natasha asked, her tone now low and seductive.

“Yes…” you said, a slight quiver of excitement tracing your voice.

“Moan for me,” Natasha commanded, now taking her finger over your clit.

“Ohh mmmph,” you moaned out, arching your back with the sensation. You knew you were close and wouldn’t last long.

“That’s a good little girl,” Natasha cooed, continuing to finger you at a steady pace. You continued to arch your back at the sensation, and she knew you were trying to orgasm as fast as you could. Just as you had messed with her, she was gonna do the same.

“So close…Yet so far,” Natasha said, removing her fingers from your clit and instead using the electric toothbrush on your inner thighs and belly button.

“GAHAHAH IHIHI HAHAHATE YOU,” you shouted, forced laughter spilling out of you. Natasha knew you were frustrated out of your mind right now, but she couldn’t resist playing with you.

“Say please and I’ll finish you,” Natasha said.

“Please…fuck me,” you said breathlessly.

“Cum for me and moan for me,” Natasha demanded, returning her fingers to your clit, which was even more wet now.

The redhead knew you were close as you began to shake more and moan, so she sped up her fingers. You were close and you could feel you were borderline right before an orgasm. Natasha sensed this and gave one last burst of speed to her fingers, causing you to lose any control you had left, as you let out a cry of pleasure, cumming all over her fingers.

“Ohhh yesss keep it there, mmmmm,” you moaned, riding out your orgasm, finally relieving the sexual tension you had pent up inside of you. You continued to ride out the orgasm, as Natasha kept up her speed. This ultimately led to another orgasm, and all you could do was buck and ride it out while moaning, as your hands were above you.

You finally finished cumming, as Natasha went to wash her hands before untying you. You collapsed into her arms from the energy that had left you, as she cuddled you and rubbed your back.

“You sure are a loud moaner,” Natasha teased after a bit.

“It wasn’t even that loud, you huffed in annoyance, flicking her ear.

“You did so well for me,” Natasha whispered in your ear, making you blush yet again.

“Careful, you might make me wet again,” you teased.

Natasha responded by kissing your lips passionately, as you guys made out on the bed. What followed the make out session was the best sleep you both had in a while. You smiled to yourself, knowing you had the best partner in the world.

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Aphrodisiacs and Christmas Treats - 2,172 Words [Ao3 Link]

Solomon X Fem!MC

The Brothers were spending the Holiday at the Demon Lord's Castle this season, and Lucifer had given you the weekend off so you could relax and recharge.

He knew better than anyone that his brothers could be a handful.

You had planned to take full advantage of it, lounging around in your room at Cocytus Hall, but you were unsurprised to hear a light knocking at your door.

“Who is it?” You had asked, putting your phone down on your nightstand.

“It's me.” You heard Solomon's voice coming from the other side. “May I come in?”

“Sure!” You smiled, sitting up to greet him as he gently opened the door.

It was a different feeling, almost painful.

It reminded you of what you had lost.

Hearing voices on the other side of the door, only to be bombarded by a pile of demons come barreling into your room without knocking.

“How's your day off going?” He asked, sliding into the room, closing the door softly behind him.

He saw the subtle changes in your mood, as your face fell just a little when he came in.

He knows how hard this whole situation has been for you, and he hopes that his presence brings you just a little bit of comfort.

“Good- it feels like all this weight has been lifted up and off my body.” You emphasized this notion by throwing yourself backwards onto the bed, giggling as you threw your arms up to signal how weightless you were.

Solomon clenched his fist, fighting with himself not to just throw himself on top of you whenever you did something cute like that.

You really were going to be the death of him.

“That's wonderful to hear.” Solomon said, ppting to sit down next to you on the bed instead.

“What have you been up to all day?” You asked, looking up at your teacher as he lounged down next to you.

“Just a bit of studying, a bit of running some small errands around the Devildom. Nothing too exciting.” He said watching you turn your body around to face him.

“I like how your idea of a day off is to study still.” You joked, lightly hitting him on his chest as you laughed.

“There are still so many mysteries to solve, so many magics to learn- no matter how old you are, you're never done learning.” He explained, holding your hand in his against his chest.

“Aw- so I'll never know everything? Dang, what a bummer.” You joked, scooting closer to him, looking up as he smiled at you.

“I wouldn't say never.” He joked, sitting you both up, as he pulled out a small tin he had been concealing behind his back.

You tried not to let the fear show on your face, as he opened the small metal box to reveal some Christmas Tree shaped Cookies.

“Oh? You got some Christmas Cookies?” You asked, scooting away a little bit as you continued to look up at him.

“Yes- Barbatos made them.” He spoke, as you felt your body relax knowing he wasn't the one who prepared them. “I've enchanted them, though, to help bring out the Christmas Feeling.”

“You did?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“I figured it would help to relax you, since this is your first Christmas not only in this Devildom, but also away from home.” He explained, placing one of his hands atop your head.

“Yeah… right.” You said, looking down at your bedspread beneath you.

“Don't worry.” He said, letting his hand fall from atop your head to cup your cheek. “I'm still here with you.”

“Yeah- you are, and I couldn't be more grateful for that.” You smiled, leaning over to wrap yourself around his chest.

He has been essential in keeping you grounded, keeping you on task.

He was all you had left of home.

“I'll always be there for you, MC.” He spoke softly, running his fingers through your hair, as you leaned over to steal one of the cookies from the tin.

“I love butter cookies.” You mumbled, letting the taste of sugar and butter roll over your tounge.

It really was a nostalgic feeling of home.

No matter what timeline or realm, Barbatos was Barbatos, and his cooking was always phenomenal.

You had been laying on Solomon's chest, as he leaned back against the headboard to lounge with you, the tin of cookies resting on top of your nightstand next to your D. D. D.

You had only been there for a few moments, before you began to feel a little warm.

You had grown fidgety in the sorcerer’s hold, as your skin began to tingle, while your heart began to race.

“MC?” Solomon asked, noticing you squirming in his hold. “What's the matter?” He asked, as you looked up into his sparkly onyx eyes.

“I'm not sure…” You said, turning around to face him fully, leaning your head onto his chest.

You nuzzle into him, whimpering at the sensation of his scent filling your head, as you reach up to grip his shirt into your hands.

“... I just want to be near you right now.” You mumbled into him, reaching around him to pull him tighter against your body.

“I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere.” He comforted, stroking your back with one hand while placing the other on the back of your head.

His touch made you feel like you were on fire.

“I'm sorry.” You said, suddenly not feeling that in control of your body.

“Sorry? For what-” but you had cut him off, smashing your lips against his in a very sloppy kiss.

You accidentally clicked your teeth together, as you forcefully stuck your tongue into his mouth, moaning as you moved to straddle him.

You caught him off guard, that was for sure, but he cannot say he wasn't enjoying this.

You tended to play your cards very close to your chest, and you preferred to gently torture and tease him with your words and actions.

This was a rare occurrence in which you literally threw yourself at him.

Who was he to deny you?

He easily returned your kiss, grabbing you by the hips roughly as he easily maneuvered you to be more comfortable sitting on him.

You unconsciously ground your hips against his, feeling the bulge of his cock press against your cunt.

It suddenly hit you like a splash of cold water.

“Ah, S-Solomon- I uhh” you tried to speak, not able to find the words as you felt your face flush, lowering your gaze out of shyness, choosing to instead bite and suck on the skin of his exposed neck.

“MC- are you, ahh, are you alright?” He asked, having a small moment of sobriety as you began to grind yourself down onto his stiffening cock harder.

He needed to know what had gotten into you, he needed to make absolutely sure you were OK.

That you were aware of what was going on.

“Hmm? I think so?” You said, sticking your hands under his shirt as you began to feel up his body. “I just… got this sudden urge to be with you.”

He had to pump the breaks now, or he wouldn't have the conviction to do it later.

“MC.” He spoke sternly, grabbing both of your hands into his, as he leaned you back a little to look at you in your eyes.

You said nothing, feeling your pussy quiver at the intensity in which he was staring at you.

You don't think you've ever wanted him more now than you have ever in your life.

“Solomon?” You whined, trying to grind your hips onto him, but he shifted away from you as he continued to stare into you.

That's when he finally noticed it.

He closed his eyes, and sighed to himself as he shook his head.

“What's wrong?” You asked, a little more forcefully than you meant to.

You were just so wound up, you couldn't control your body, let alone the volume of your voice.

“The enchantment.” He sighed, finally looking back up at you.

You waited for him to continue, trying not to get lost into his gaze.

“It seems I may have messed it up.” He began, letting go of your wrists as they fell to your side. “I guess, when I was enchanting them, I wasn't thinking about the holiday season… I was, er. Thinking about something else.”

His face turned red, as he finally turned to look away from you.

“Solomon.” You said, begging to laugh as you felt him shift uncomfortably underneath you.

He still didn't look at you, so you decided to cup his cheeks in your hands, as you turned him to look back at you.

You made sure he was watching, as you ate another one of the cookies from the tin.

He swallowed at the same time you did, feeling his mouth getting a little dry as you went back to grinding against him.

“You know I love you, yeah?” He nodded, as you leaned yourself back into him, inhaling his scent as you moaned into his chest.

“Enchantment or no- I still want to be with you.”

That was all it took.

He groaned, grabbing your head to smash your lips against his in a heated kiss, as he began to stick his own hands up your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin against his hands.

You moaned into the kiss, sticking your tounge back into his mouth, as you tugged at his hair to get a better angle for you to explore the inside of his mouth.

You had hardly noticed he had undid your bra from behind, as his hands began to wander up to your chest, squeezing your tits in between his fingers.

You whined, feeling fingers flicking at your nipples roughly, as he broke the kiss to pull your shirt up and over your body. He never wasted a second, as he leaned down to take one into his mouth, continuing to flick the other with his free hand.

You couldn't hold back the noises you were making, as you threaded your fingers into his hair as you felt him switch sides.

“Solomon, please!” You begged, grinding down onto him, as you moved your hands to tug onto the waistband of his pants.

“Shhh, I'll take care of you, my adorable little apprentice.” He chuckled, releasing your aching nipples as he shimmied out of his sweater and jeans.

As he did that, you stripped yourself out of your pajama bottoms, as Solomon roughly pushed you down onto the bed.

You crooned, feeling him bound your wrists above your head with one of his hands, using his other to stroke your cunt until he found what it was he was looking for.

“Oh, fuck! Solomon!” You screamed, arching your back while throwing your head back as you felt him begin to flick you faster and faster.

“That's right, MC, tell everyone who is making you feel good.” He praised, lowering his hand to insert two fingers into you, biting his lip to hide his own excitement as he felt how wet you were.

“Solomon! Please!” You begged. “I need you! Need you sosososo bad! Please!”

“Of course, anything for my cute little student.” He said, removing his hand to replace it with his cock.

He took a moment to rub himself around your cunt, collecting as much of your slick as he could, before slowly pushing himself into you.

You nearly screamed, feeling him pressed so deep inside of you, as you fought against his hold to try and grab onto something to help ground you.

He was having none of it, though.

He began at such a slow pace, revealing in the small squeaks you let out every time he hit a certain spot inside of you.

He could feel how tightly you were squeezing him, enjoying how much your body was begging to be filled up by him, enjoying how much you needed him.

“Solomon s'good. M'close.” You babbled, turning your head as you closed your eyes to try and focus on that feeling deep inside of your stomach.

“Yeah?” He laughed, thrusting up harder into you, as he felt himself coming undone as well. “Me too.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, as you heard him moan out your name, spilling himself deep inside of you.

The warmth of him made you shudder, as you felt your own coil snap, pulling him into you as you began to gush all around his spent cock.

He released your arms, as he laid himself on top of you, not quite ready to let you go just yet.

You didn't mind, you didn't really want to let him go yet either.

“Hey, Solomon.” You asked, hearing him grunt in acknowledgment. “What was it that you were thinking about when you created the enchantment?”

He coughed, as you laughed, pulling him tightly into a hug.

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vinvantae · 2 years

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Baby Steps

25/26

<<< Previous part

Warnings - Explicit Language, alcohol and mentions of sex

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You were once again in Italy after another disappointing pointless finish for Daniel in Zandvoort. Monza had always been a circuit you loved and a place you loved to visit. You and the driver had found a cosy little apartment to spend the weekend in. You watched as Daniel played cars with Milo, the toddler babbling away as he drove the toys across the floor. Your relationship felt as strong as ever but you still had your secret from him - you just needed to tell him. The feeling of betrayal you were worried he was about to feel was scary, you worried that he would be mad at you for even going to Ferrari, let alone that you were considering it. But it was unfair to keep it from him.

“Daniel, can… can we talk?” You asked, voice quiet.

The Australian looked up from the toddler with a look of his concern on his face at the tone of your voice. After pressing a chaste kiss to MIlo’s forehead, he joined you on the couch - draping an arm across your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“I have something I need to tell you about, something I should’ve told you about as soon as it happened.” You sighed softly. “But I didn’t because I was scared that you would be hurt.”

“...now you’re scaring me. Y/n, what happened?”

You took a deep breath, turning to face him a little more. “When I went to visit Carlos, he took me to the Ferrari headquarters and Binotto offered me a job, a promotion.”

“Oh.”

“And, I’ve not signed anything yet but… I just need you to know that I’m considering it.” You admitted, but you refused to break eye contact as you reached up to cup his jaw. “You’re the only person at Mclaren who treats me as an equal, treats me like I’ve earned what I’ve achieved.”

Dan didn’t answer for a moment, his golden gaze flickered across your face - you could practically see the cogs turning in his head. “Is it because of our relationship?”

You frowned. “No Daniel.”

“No, no, I mean… The way they’re treating you, is it because we’re together?” His voice softened. “Because I… I would hate that.”

You let your forehead rest against his, eyes closing a little. “I hope not. But, I just don’t feel the same there anymore. Something’s got to give. I’ve been there my whole adult life but I don’t feel like I’ve been treated that way.”

“I’m really sorry that they’ve made you feel like that.”

“You know that whole spiel Zak went on at the start of the year about how grateful they were for me and blah blah blah… not only two weeks before he chose someone over me for a promotion that I deserved.”

He frowned. “I had no idea.”

“I think that Ben was the reason I stuck around for so long… I felt like I owed him to see my career through with the team.” You explained, feeling so much more at ease to be open about your feelings with the Australian as his thumb brushed gently across your thigh. “But you make me feel safe enough to go out and explore the world a little more, y’know?”

The smile on his face made your heart flutter, all of the worries you had about telling him were long gone. “I’m glad I make you feel that way, darling. I’d miss you being on the team with me but if you feel like Mclaren has nothing more to give you? Then maybe a change will be a good thing. I’d like to think that we’re at a stable enough point in our relationship where you can work for a different team but we can still work.”

You leant in and pressed the sweetest kiss to his lips, holding both sides of his face in your hands. Why had you been so afraid this whole time? This man was the kindest, biggest-hearted person you knew- of course he was going to be supportive.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

He chuckled softly. “Hey, don’t worry, I get it. If another team had approached me - I’d be nervous to tell you too.”

His large hands found purchase on your hips, and you raised a brow as he let out a defeated sigh. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“...I’m not sure if I’m going to be around at Mclaren much longer. It kind of feels make or break.” He admitted. “It’s always Lando, Lando, Lando… sure, I have a couple of good races but McLaren took a bet on me and I don’t feel like I’m performing.”

You frowned softly. “Baby, they prioritise him at every turn? Being his race engineer has only cemented that feeling in my mind. And don’t even get me started on the car.”

“Thank you for always being on my side, y/n.” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s why I’d miss you so much if you choose to leave. But promise you won’t let that stop you.”

“But mummy! I like orange!” The toddler whined.

You smiled fondly and scooped the toffee onto your lap as he approached. “I know baby, but Uncle Carlos works for the red team.”

“Don’t want to work for red. Want to stay with Danny!” He raised his voice and you frowned - this was out of character for him.

“Milo, inside voice please.” You said, trying to keep your voice calm but Daniel didn’t miss the quiver in your tone. “I know we love working with Daniel but sometimes change is good.”

“DON’T WANT CHANGE! TOO MUCH CHANGE ALREADY!” He screeched, squirming in your arms.

You had to fight back the tears as you shushed him gently, never wanting to lose your temper with him. He was only little and you knew sometimes emotions could be confusing but it did sting when he got angry with you.

“Jellybean, please. Look at mummy.” Your breath hitched at the sight of tears in his eyes but you tried to keep strong. “We will see Danny all the time… he’s not going anywhere. But, Mummy just isn’t happy with her job anymore and what did we say?”

His watery eyes flickered across your face. “Th-that it’s okay to leave if you’re unhappy.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and wiped away a tear that had slipped down his cheek. “And I’m not happy being orange anymore.”

He sniffled and rubbed his nose. “Sorry for yelling, mummy.”

“That’s okay, Jellybean. Thank you for apologising, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about this more.”

Daniel rubbed Milo’s back. “You can still be my number one fan in a different garage, bud. And, as soon as the race is over, you’ll be right back with me. Me, you and your mummy are a family now.”

A family. You don’t know why but those words made your heart soar - knowing that Daniel loved you both that much was a feeling like no other. When his eyes met yours once again you couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Both of you… I know it’s still early but no one has ever made me feel like the pair of you have. I feel truly at peace knowing that at the end of the grueling race weekend, my beautiful girlfriend and her wonderful baby boy are waiting for me.”

Your cheeks flushed dark. “You came into my life right when I needed you. I’m so grateful for you, Daniel.”

“Danny, I love you too!” Milo chimed in, hugging him close. “Will always be my Danny.”

“Yes I will, bud. Always your Danny.” The driver whispered, fully engulfing the toddler in his arms, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head. “And you’ll always be my Milo.”

It may not be traditional, but your family was everything you never knew you needed. It was almost as if the universe was giving you another chance to feel normal. So, when you stepped into the paddock hand-in-hand for qualifying, you had a bit of a spring in your step.

The two of you were here without Milo today but you wanted to have both of your heads fully in the game. After last week’s result, you really had to pull it out of the bag - and with the sprint tomorrow, everything was to play for.

“This is gonna be our weekend.” You smiled, taking your place in the garage - turning in your chair to look at him. “Monza is a good track, a great track.”

“Wish you were out on the pitwall.” He huffed a little, squeezing your hips.

“I know but you’ve got this. Can just feel it in my bones.” You kissed him gently. “Now, go get your ass in that car and prove my bones right.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You did your absolute best to give him all the info he needed, making sure that he could maximise the car to its full potential despite his tumultuous relationship with it. It was so hit and miss that when he got into Q3, your heart skipped a beat - a top ten start for the sprint tomorrow would put him in a good place.

“Okay Daniel, keep this pace up and you’re looking at a good start for tomorrow.” You spoke, watching his times flash on the screens - green, green… “you’re matching right with Lando and Max’s times.”

“Copy. Let’s do this.” The determination in his voice ran a chill down the spine.

The team watched as both drivers sped across the line. 4th and 5th. They’d only gone and bloody done it. Out-qualifying a Redbull and both Ferraris. You shared high-fives and celebrations with the team, this was the exact kind of start you needed going into the weekend. You practically ran out of the garage, getting swept up into your boyfriend’s arms.

“Did I do it, or did I fucking do it?” He laughed, almost swinging you around.

“I’m so proud of you.” You hummed, relaxing into his hold. “Such a good start for the sprint tomorrow.”

The driver gently lowered you back to the ground, he leaned in to kiss you but stopped - the corner of his mouth tugging into a sly grin. You turned to look in the direction of his gaze and blushed as you saw a cameraman lurking. “Maybe later, darling.”

You squawked as he pinched your bum and you smacked his hand away - scurrying back into the garage as he laughed almost maniacally. Both of you were absolutely going to get scolded for that later on but Dan didn’t care, if they were going to hide you away in the back of the garage he was absolutely going to smother you in affection whenever he got the chance.

The next day was the sprint, and this time Milo was with you - dressed head to toe in mini Daniel merch. You bounced him on your knee as the cars circled the track for the formation lap. The nerves were beginning to settle in and this wasn’t even the actual race, the sprint was always just asking for trouble. A good qualifying could be completely thrown away with a simple mistake and you could start the race right at the back.

“Mummy, deep breath.” Milo took your hand and squeezed it. “Danny is good.”

“He is, baby, he’s so good.” You pressed the comms button to speak to Daniel. “You’ve got this Daniel. Don’t protect your tires, you know the drill.”

“Understood. Let’s go.”

The roar of the cars filled your ears as they lit up the track, a moment of panic struck when Pierre tagged Daniel with his front wing - sending the alpha tauri driver into the barrier but your man in orange kept going as the safety car was called out. “Keep your head down Daniel, your car is okay. No damage.”

The team were all on edge as both of the boys had got past Lewis and were now in provisional 2nd and 3rd for the race tomorrow with Valtteri being relegated to the back of the grid tomorrow. You continued to feed Daniel the info he needed, trying not to show him just how nervous you felt. But before you knew it he’d crossed the line and the garage burst into celebration. If you thought the buzz from the day before was good, this was better.

Daniel was going to start on the front row.

You scooped up Milo and rushed to join the rest of the team to the barrier to congratulate Daniel and Lando on the result. As the Australian saw you and the toddler he jogged over and pulled you both into a hug.

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Still got the race yet, anything could happen.” He hummed softly, pulling back to look at you both, a hand coming to rest on each of your cheeks. “Got my good luck charms though, don’t I?”

You smiled. “Every step of the way. You’re gonna win these for us tomorrow as well, yeah?”

Dan pressed his lips into a line and shrugged a little. “I’ve got Max ahead and both Lando and Lewis behind… not super confident.”

“Have some faith.”

The three of you managed to sneak away from the crowd, celebrating the sprint result was the last thing on Daniel’s mind - he wanted to decompress before the race tomorrow so he could be fully focused, and the best way for him to do that was to spend time with his family. He wrapped Milo up in his arms and held him close as you made the three of you dinner.

He looked down at the small boy, the toddler’s cheek squished against his chest. The driver combed his fingers through Milo’s hair and just took a moment to completely relax back into the sofa - his eyes closing, long eyelashes fluttering gently across his cheeks. He was truly surprised at how calm he felt.

Daniel was on the front row tomorrow, for the first time since… well he couldn’t even remember when, and he should be bouncing off the walls but as you come back into the room, you were surprised to see your boys now both fast asleep on the sofa. You smiled softly and moved quietly around the room, pulling the throw off of the back of the sofa and gently draping it across them both. Thankfully, dinner could wait, as you wouldn’t dare wake up either of them from what was a very well deserved rest.

As you tidied up the room, your mind was racing a million miles an hour - much unlike your boyfriend asleep on the sofa, you couldn’t stop thinking about the potential race win tomorrow and what it would mean for the team, mean for Daniel. Words couldn’t even begin to describe just how much a victory would mean for him, his season had been so up and down that having a win under his belt might just settle this career a little.

You would also be lying to say a race win for the team with a driver working with you wouldn't look good - although you’d been with the team for a while, Carlos was the first driver you really got to work alongside with, and unfortunately he hadn’t won with the team. So, a good result with Daniel would show the team just how much you’re worth - especially since you were about to tell Andreas and Zak about the Ferrari offer, that unless they were going to offer you something worthwhile, then you were going to take it. Loyalty to Mclaren wasn’t enough anymore, especially now you knew that Daniel was supportive of your career and the move.

Daniel’s eyes opened slowly, a soft yawn escaping him. “Hi love, how long have you been here?”

“Not long, just didn’t want to wake you both.” You hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “The lasagne is just in the fridge so I can pop it in the oven when you’re both ready. You just looked like you needed the rest.”

“You’re a star. Was just so comfy with the little one.”

“You definitely looked it.”

He gently shifted so you could join him on the sofa, trying his best not to disturb Milo - you opted to sit beside him and let him rest against a cushion you placed across your legs. You smiled down at him, tracing your finger down the bridge of his nose. “I’m really excited for tomorrow.”

“It should be a good race, I’ll be happy with points.” The driver said, making you frown at him brushing off what could be a potential victory. “With Lewis, Lando and the Ferraris behind me? I’m not going to-”

You pinched his shoulder lightly. “Enough of that. You can’t think that way or you’ll never do well… gotta think good thoughts, baby. You passed Lando during the sprint right? Who said you can’t get past Max tomorrow? I have every little bit of faith in you, Daniel. I just wish you would believe in yourself as much as I do.”

“...I’m so lucky to have you.” His cheeks had flushed a soft pink. “My personal cheerleader.”

“If you’re lucky, might even get the outfit to boot.” You teased, making him roll his eyes playfully. “But seriously, I need you to be the positive ray of sunshine you are. Go into the race giving it everything you’ve got.”

The driver relaxed into your touch as you gently stroked his cheek. He really didn’t want to let you down, but there was a lot of pressure on his shoulders to do well. But he knew he had to push it all to one side and just focus and drive the best damn race of his life.

As he stood on the track for the national anthem the next day, bobbing along to the music - he could just about make you out in a sea of orange, holding his helmet in your hands. Even though you were in the garage, you’d insisted at least seeing him get in the car. He was grateful that because you were on his team, you could hang around the track a little longer than anyone else’s VIP.

As you leant over his car to place his helmet down onto the seat, he got flashbacks to the first time he saw you - a spry young thing, leaning over Jenson Button’s car in a little pair of shorts he was sure the team had put you in and grease marks on your fingers. When you’d locked eyes with him, his whole world had changed and the smile that followed had him hooked. If you had told him back then that one day you’d be his then he would’ve simply told you to fuck off, there’s no way but this time, the smile you gave him this time was different. Soft and full of love. You really were his and he was all yours.

After a few obligatory handshakes, he returned to you - gripping your waist and pulling you in for a kiss. Your cheeks instantly flushed dark at the public display but the fact he was willing to show you off despite them hiding you in the garage made your heart flutter a little. Daniel pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

“We’re gonna win this. You and me.” He whispered, holding up his pinky finger.

You grinned and linked your pinkies together.

“You and me.”

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Next part >>>

There we go! Sorry for the delay, had some major writers block 😬

The next part will be the last, maybe followed by an epilogue if people show enough interest 🧡

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withoutyouimsaskia · 2 years

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XXIV.

GIF: Originally posted by @teenwolf-theoriginals

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors. Mentions of smut

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Hey there! For the penultimate chapter of this series, I give you FLUFF. The fluffiest fluff I could come up with. Also, I had a trip to Waterstones last weekend (AKA the best bookshop in the UK) and treated myself to The Sandman Preludes and Nocturnes. Reading it has made me such a happy little bunny. Hope you are all well. All my love, Saskia ❤️

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You stir a little as you begin your journey towards regaining consciousness. Satisfactory pops and clicks spring from your joints as you elongate and stretch your limbs outwards. Your elbow nudges something that you cannot immediately identify as bedding or pillows. In your half-awake, non-remembering state, you are gripped by panic.

You are not alone.

Your eyes snap open and you sit up in a blur. Morpheus’ image comes into view. The terror dissipates and the memories of yesterday break out of their box.

It was okay, you were okay.

“Fuck,” you mumble, panting through the unpleasant effects of adrenaline being fired into your bloodstream. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would be here when I woke up.”

You can recall it all now. Morpheus had come to find you and you had been physically intimate. He had insisted you eat after so you had gone with toast; the only thing that your aching legs could bear to stand and wait for. You had topped up the water in Neo’s bowl and then Morpheus had carried you back to your room and helped you with your night routine. The last thing you had been aware of was his storm-like voice and the touch of his cooling fingers on your face.

You look at Morpheus now. He is still sitting in the same upright position that he had been in as you had slipped into the blank darkness that was your sleep state. You then notice the sheen that is glossed across his eyes.

“Are you alright?” You ask.

He nods.

You don’t believe him. You take his hand and squeeze. “Morpheus.”

His jaw clenches and his eyebrows pull together.

You wait patiently, stroking his smooth skin with your thumb.

“It was unpleasant to see you sleeping without being able to feel you in the Dreaming. There was no expression on your face. You stopped moving. If it had not been for your breathing.” He closes his eyes, not wanting to say the words.

“It reinforced just how much I have taken from you.” His voice is strained and he looks ashamed.

You can't bear it. You speak as gently as you can.

“There was nothing else that you could have done. What happened with my dreams and nightmares was out of your control.”

You turn Morpheus’ hand over and thread your fingers through his.

“Remember what you told me about being aware of the impossible standards you set yourself and not letting them rule you.”

He sighs through his nose. “I did say that, yes. But this is different.”

You press your lips together. “How?”

“Because you are not one of my creations. Because of the agony I felt in the aftermath of cutting you off from the Dreaming. It made me realise how much I cared for and wanted you.”

The thought of him being in pain and having to carry on with his level of responsibilities, it makes you heart sore.

“It was similar for me too. I couldn’t stop going over all our conversations and wishing that I had done things differently. Been less fixated on my guilt, more honest about my feelings. Yet, I know that things would have played out in the same way, so I convinced myself that maybe it was a blessing that had I kept quiet. It would have been much harder for me to get over something that was real rather than something that could have been.”

You sit in silence together and ruminate on the parallels of your experiences in reaction to that fateful night. You had both suffered from the loss of your dreaming capabilities.

“I think we need to talk about our future,” you say.

“I agree. While you slept, I contemplated numerous paths. We could explore them now if that would be agreeable.”

“Now works for me.” You adjust yourself so you are sitting cross legged in front of him.

“Very well. I wish to preface that you are under no obligation to choose any of the propositions I outline, nor are they set in stone. You may change your mind at any time and I will always respect your decision. I must also stress that you do not need to make a decision right away.”

“The same goes for you, Morpheus.”

He nods in agreement and begins at the top of his mental list.

“Firstly, I must ascertain what kind of relationship you would like to pursue.”

You blink. “I would have thought that was obvious, based on what we did yesterday.”

His lips twitch into a brief flash of a knowing smile before he becomes serious.

“Even then, I cannot make assumptions. Should you wish, we can return to how things were before I came here, separate –”

You interrupt without thinking. “No, absolutely not. I want you in my life.”

“In that case, I would like to suggest that I reconnect you to the Dreaming. We see each other every night, and I manage your breaches as they arise.”

You shake your head frantically. “I can't come back to your realm when I'm asleep, it's too dangerous.”

“Then we take the danger away and you come and live in the Dreaming permanently."

"No link, no breaches," you muse out loud.

"Yes."

“How would that work exactly?”

Your mouth slackens as you suddenly remember what Matthew had told you about how he came to be in the Dreaming.

"Oh shit. I'd have to die, wouldn't I?"

“Yes. You could elect to pass on and I could ask my sister to let you live in the Dreaming. Or you could wait for your time."

All the talk of death make you feel uncomfortable. Morpheus sees this and tries a different tact.

“You could marry me. Become my queen.”

You are barrelled over by an onslaught of flashbacks. Followed by disbelief. And confusion.

Morpheus continues. “That way I could request that my sister grants you immortality, and share some of my power with you. You would be able to pass between my realm and the waking world as you please. You wouldn’t need to die, nor leave your mortal life behind.”

After his elaboration, you are less confused as to why he technically just proposed to you; he is just trying to consider your mortality and may have got a bit carried away. It’s sweet. But you can’t accept.

You inhale deeply. “I’m sorry, Morpheus. I didn’t want to get married to someone I had been with for 2 years. It’s not going to happen with someone I’ve known for 8 months.”

You are so very reluctant to meet his gaze, and yet when you do he seems utterly unfazed.

“I understand,” he replies serenely.

“You do?”

“Of course.”

You are studying his countenance so scrupulously for signs of discontent that you begin to make yourself feel dizzy from all the frantic eye movements. If he’s affected, Morpheus is hiding it extremely well.

“Thank you. I really appreciate how gracious you are being about this. My ex did not take my rejection particularly well.”

“I wanted you to know all of the potential options.”

Your posture slumps, defeated. “And now we’re out of them?”

“Not quite. I have one more idea for how to proceed; I visit you in the waking world when I am able and I court you.”

You are unsure if you have interpreted or even heard him correctly. “You mean like dating?”

“If that is what you wish to call it, then yes.”

You mull it over. Taking things slowly did appeal to you a great deal.

“I think that might be best for now.” You bite your bottom lip and eye him nervously. “If that’s okay with you?”

He smiles. “It is more than okay, Y/N.”

You half-launch yourself at him, desperate to hug him. He holds you tightly as giddy relief washes over you.

There's still an awkwardness lingering. You default to your usual method of diffusing it with humour and self deprecate with a joking laugh. “You’re probably breathing a sigh of relief that I didn’t take you up on the whole marriage thing.”

“Why would I not want to marry the one I love?”

Your brain seizes up like an engine out of oil. You pull back from his embrace and look at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.

“You love me?”

He smiles softly, the pure blue of his irises shimmering with affection. “Yes, Y/N.”

You shake your head and start making incoherent sounds.

“B-but I’m just a human. I am inconsequential.”

“You are not inconsequential. You are strong, compassionate, selfless, intelligent, affectionate, inquisitive, beautiful. You have inspired many of my new dreams. The universe is a brighter place for having you in it.”

He is so adamant and firm and passionate that you begin to cry.

Morpheus draws you closer and gently wipes away the tears.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers.

“I just - I don’t understand. Where is all this coming from?”

“I acknowledge that it seems sudden but you must know when I love, it is something that goes from not at all to all at once. It is intense, the kind of love that consumes my entire being. In the past I have been possessive, jealous, unreasonable, stubborn when in love. It feels different with you. Of course, I would like for you to reciprocate, to marry me however I know I cannot force that. So I will wait, and if that day never comes, I will not be upset. Time with you is enough. But you will always have the option, as well as my heart."

He cups your face with his hand.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You are stunned. Morpheus is not going to push an agenda. You will be safe to nurture a relationship with him. Everything reconciles. Your thoughts and emotions gain clarity. You think of your own heart and where it lies. You know what to say.

“I love you too, Morpheus.”

He kisses you delicately and rests his forehead against yours. The simple action brings you great solace and tranquillity.

“Where do we go from here?” You ask.

“I suggest we spend the day together.”

You look at his face. “You’re free to do that?”

“Of course. Why would I not be?”

“I don’t want it to sound like I’m trying to get rid of you but don’t you have a certain collective unconscious to manage?”

“It would be impolite for me to leave you when we have just shared our first intimate encounter and our feelings with one another. Besides, Lucienne will take care of things while I am gone and I did not specify when I would be returning.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic.

“Okay then, is there anything in particular that you want to do?”

“I would like to pleasure you on this bed until you tell me to stop.”

You raise your eyebrows and smirk. “Really?”

He hums in response and presses a shiver-inducing kiss to your neck.

Your eyes flutter shut. “You know, I think I could be persuaded.”

“Good,” he resumes his sumptuous attentions.

“But only if you let me take you in my mouth. Please do not deny me again.”

“I am yours to do with as you wish, my love,” he says lowly by your ear.

Longing and desire settles in your core. “Wonderful, however there’s one thing we have to do before we can start.”

You climb off the bed and open the door to your bedroom, revealing the impatiently pacing cat that you knew was going to be there.

“Neo’s going to need feeding first.”

Morpheus’ eyes betray his disappointment.

“Don’t give me that look,” you tease. “You choose me, you choose him. We are a package deal.”

You scoop Neo up into your arms and greet him with cooing noises.

“Also, now I think about it. I should probably eat too, and take a shower, and brush my teeth.”

Morpheus sighs and smiles.

“What is it?” You question warily.

He comes to stand before you and looks down at you with a loving expression. “You. You are so perfectly mortal.”

You tip your head to the side. “Thank you, I think… And you had better get used to it. You might have to put up with me for a long time.”

“How long are you thinking, my love?”

You smile as you look into his crystal blue eyes.

“Endlessly.”

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"I'll love you endlessly. Hopelessly, I'll give you everything. But I won't give you up, I won't let you down and I won't leave you falling. If the moment ever comes."

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