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doobea · 9 months

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BLLK - Relationship HCs + Songs That Describes It PT. 2

contents: gn!reader, super fluffy, sfw, established relationships, kinda proofread characters mentioned: sae, shidou, barou, oliver, yukimiya, karasu a/n: hehe part 2 c: (this ended up being WAY longer than the first one) also wanted to try my chance at writing for both yukimiya and karasu bc i feel like they're underrated

sae - ride by hybs

not the biggest fan of PDA but will steal moments to hold your hand for just a second, giving it a little squeeze. for more physical reassurance, he loves taking his thumb and rubbing it across your palms and thighs.

he's hyper-aware of your surroundings whether you know it or not. if you're bending down to reach for something, one of his hands usually hovers over your head to make sure you don't hurt yourself on the way up. if he catches you shivering or sneezing for just a second then the next minute you're presented with a cup of tea and his demand for cuddles. you get the gist!

following up on the last point - whenever you get up from any surface, he always checks and dusts off anything that might cling to your bottoms or back.

sae is always out traveling and attending games, so phone calls are endless with him. even if the conversation has ended, there's something comforting about being on the line with him versus being in complete silence.

shidou - see you again by tyler, the creator

he is incredibly great with animals and that’s why you guys foster dogs together! it's no surprise for your neighbors to see the two of you walking an army of chihuahuas and german shepherds around the block every morning. it's also no surprise to everyone when he ends up adopting four of them; he claims no one can take care of them better than he can.

when it comes to washing dishes with shidou, he likes to make shapes out of the bubbles and blow them your way. this always ends up in a bubble-blowing battle that leaves the dishes to be washed the day after.

not really an extreme prankster, but what harm would an innocent sticky note on your back do? he likes to write jokes on them before sending you off to get errands.

gets abnormally invested in the drama in your social life. you tell him that one of your friends had just gone through a breakup? he's getting a bag of popcorn and already listing off questions pertaining to who's at fault.

barou - come inside of my heart by iv of spades

if you ever need to move he'll be there to help in a heartbeat. not only does he have the muscles to help you secure all the furniture, but he has the brains to let you know how to stack the items and what equipment you need to keep them pristine and in one piece.

even if he claims it’s a bother, it’s not! he’s the type to fix your messy cable management and will replace anything that looks like it needs “fixing” in your house. examples include buying you new sponges for the kitchen, restocking your fridge if you’re running low on essentials, and folding your laundry if you’re the type to leave it in the dryer after it’s done.

he hates having his photo taken but knows that you absolutely adore showing him off to your friends. when you first got yourself a camera, all the film was practically barou, barou and you, and shirtless barou. it took a while for him to warm up to the idea but when you came home with developed photos in hand, he can't help but litter the fridge with his favorite moments with you.

definitely listens to cheesy boy bands when he's tidying up the place. he gets easily embarrassed about it so he usually waits to clean up the area when you're out before turning the music up to max volume. there was a rare moment when you returned early and a flustered barou claimed that he didn't know how 'boyfriend' by big time rush came up in his playlist.

oliver - somebody by keshi

surprisingly one of the best people to go to IKEA with - and no it's not because of the fact that he's part Swedish. he'll be the type to get into character whenever you guys go into a showroom, acting as if it's an apartment that you guys share. he’s cute but be careful, he’s the type to sneak items into the cart when you’re not looking!

gets excited whenever pull him into the living room knowing that you'll be announcing a fashion show from your recent mall run. he'll play along and hype you up, taking photos and telling you to give him 360 spins.

a chronic blanket hogger! he complains about needing a bigger bed because his feet keep dangling off the edges and that he needs the blanket the most. if you offer to sleep on the couch so that he can get more space, oliver will just pout and join you wherever you end up sleeping.

when you guys were touring for apartments, it was your job to keep the leasing agent occupied with questions while he was in the other rooms subtly scratching the walls with his nails to see if the paint would hold up.

yukimiya - home by luke chiang

never forgets to bring the mail in. a majority of the time, yukimiya will throw away the useless magazines and ads, but on slow days he likes to sit down and sort through coupons and tries his attempt with the weekly crossword puzzles with you.

there's always a different scented candle in every room you guys share. when they're running low, the two of you typically go to the store and spend at least an hour trying out all the different smells that they have to offer. a new seasonal and two of the regular scents are the final items he settles for.

he'll drive to your workplace to bring you lunch if you've forgotten it for the day. most of the meals he ends up buying for you are typically way healthier and out of your budget than what you would usually make for yourself.

keeps your side of the bed warm for you after you come back from a long day! yukimiya believes it's bad luck to get in a cold bed so he's doing his job as a good boyfriend.

karasu - summer by brockhampton

expect a lot of late-night food runs with karasu and they're all unplanned. you guys could literally be driving back from a date night in the city and he’ll just be like “I want McDonald’s” and just pull in a drive-through. sometimes he’ll do it if he wakes up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep.

is a very good listener but not a good comforter (he's trying to do better in the long run). due to his usual snarky personality, he's worried that he might say the wrong things and usually says little to nothing. when you're crying, the best he offers is back rubs and a long cuddle session afterward.

working out together with karasu is like having your dad help you with math homework. he's critical of how your form should look, always saying that you might hurt yourself in the long run if you're not placing your feet or shoulders at the correct angle.

it's canon that he's afraid of the ocean and can't swim that's why whenever you guys are at a pool, he requires you to hold onto his hand - claiming that he doesn't want you to float away.

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luveline · 2 years

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Jade!!! I’m so in awe of how you write Steve, like you capture his character so well! I was thinking about if the reader had also been dragged into the mess that is saving Hawkins and, as a result, has also unofficially been anointed a baby sitter - Steve would be all heart eyes seeing how well you get on with the kids and just how much you care for them (and how much they care for you)

thank you! Steve and you having a quiet moment between all the hubbub and just loving each other and being proud of each other for how you take care of the kids (word count: 1k) fluff and softie steve 🥺 ST4 EP 4 SPOILERS AHEAD

You try not to be too obvious about what you're doing as you stare across the room at Steve. He's sitting with his back pressed against the chair Dustin's currently slumped in, eyes blinking slowly as he attempts to stay awake.

You're opposite on the sofa between Max and Lucas, Max finally asleep. Her face is pressed into your arm. She might be drooling. You decide that this is more than allowed considering what she's just been though.

Lucas is still awake. Still worried.

"I don't know…" he confesses quietly, almost too quiet to hear despite the room's silence, "what I would have done. If something happened."

If Vecna got her, he doesn't say.

You brush your knuckles against the back of Max's hand as you twist, giving him what you hope is a soft, reassuring smile.

"Nothing happened, and nothing is gonna happen. We're gonna work this out. She's safe, Lucas. I promise," you whisper, putting on an exasperated tone. You're not sure how truthful you're being but you believe vehemently that everyone's gonna be okay. You have to.

You don't know him very well, any of them, only through Steve. They love Steve and seem to like you, and despite a big risk of going too far and overstepping, you really want to reassure Lucas.

These kids are so young, they don't realise how young they are. Growing up is traumatic enough without the constant threat of an evil power, and it shows on all their tired faces that they're stressed beyond words.

Lucas sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, reminding you of Steve. You look to him, find your brown eyed boy watching you with an earnest, fond smile stretched over his lips.

"Steve and I," you say, a little firmer, "we won't let anything happen to Max… or to you."

"I'm a great fucking babysitter," Steve agrees, voice rough with fatigue. "And so is Y/N. That's double the protection, Sinclair."

"Exactly. We've got a basement full of dorks who, including yourself, are smart and brave enough to get through this."

Lucas starts to get that look on his face despite his overall maturity that you recognise as embarrassment; too much heart to heart for a teenage boy right now. You dial it down.

"And to do that you need to sleep. Get some rest, gather your strength. The campaign isn't over," you say. Both Steve and Lucas snort at your cheesy joke.

Lucas settles down and eventually falls asleep after you make a big show of not feeling tired. "I got it," you whisper. "I'll be on Max watch."

Now, with all the babies asleep including the academics who basically saved the day, it's only you and Steve.

"Are you okay?" you whisper.

"Baby, I should be asking you that. I've been through this whole shtick three times already."

"Don't you think that's worse?" You can't imagine how scared he is.

Steve straightens up with an awful groan and sets a dead stare at you that withers your bravery almost too fast. "I'm fine. I am," you say, words riddled with a scratching weakness, like your voice might break. "I'm okay."

Steve gets up. You lift your head as he walks towards you, careful not to make too much noise. His hands are soft and very, very careful as he bends at the waist and takes your face into them, like he's assessing you.

His thumbs aligned at your jaw and his fingers cupping the underside, Steve dips his head towards his chin. "It's okay if you're scared. This is ridiculously terrifying," he says seriously. Then, less so. "Not that I'm scared. Shit's getting kind of old for me, if you know what I mean," he says, rolling his eyes.

You laugh and shake your head, eyes closing. "Don't make me laugh, I don't want to wake up the kids," you whisper.

His bravado softens. "You're good with them," he says, hands smoothing down the column of your throat, over your shoulders and up again, massaging you with a light pressure. "Really good."

"I'm just following your lead," you murmur.

He smirks. "Yeah," he says, leaning in, the heat of his lips fanning over your own, "I must set a good example, 'cos you're amazing."

He kisses you, a soft, chaste peck that eases some of the tension you're holding, his smile pressed to yours.

His fingers flex around your neck.

"Are you really okay?" he asks as he pulls away.

You don't have to think about it.

"I'm good, Steve."

"Yeah, you are."

He leans down to give you a hug, an awkward struggle because of your position and the bodies you're acting as a pillow for. You can only use one arm when you hug him back, the other sandwiched under Max's shoulders, but it's a pretty good hug, all things considered.

"You wanna sleep in my lap?" you joke into his neck.

"Don't tempt me. I miss you," he says. Your arm tightens where you're wrapped behind his neck, crushing his perfect hair.

"I miss you too."

And you do. Taking care of the kids, trying to stop whatever it is that's happening from happening, you'd never not try your hardest but you can't wait for this to be over. To fall asleep next to Steve, and to not worry that it'll be the last time you see him when you close your eyes.

You're on Max watch, but you're on Steve watch too.

Steve pats your face gently, just once, and goes back to play guard dog at Dustin's side, though he lies on his back.

Max mumbles something in her sleep. You turn to her, your heart racing at the idea that she's having a Vecna related nightmare. You're tentative as you rub her jacketed arm, hoping to soothe her through it.

"Poor kids," you murmur.

"They have you and me," Steve says quietly. "They're gonna be fine."

"Go to sleep, Harrington," you say, not bothering to turn to him.

"They're gonna be fine," he repeats, sounding both amused and affectionate at your worrying.

"I know. Now go to sleep, idiot."

"Wake me up when you're tired."

"Yeah, whatever you want."

"Wake me up when you're-" he starts again, in a tone usually reserved for the kids when they aren't listening.

"Alright, Steve. I will," you say, laughing under your breath. "Control freak."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah. S'what I thought." His scathing tone is dampened by the sleepiness. Your chest fills with warm affection.

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monzamash · 1 year

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when we first met — charles leclerc

summary – the love story of sophia ricciardo & charles leclerc, a story so magical that even a princess would be envious. pairing – daniel ricciardo's sister x charles leclerc (she/her pronouns) warnings – moderate language, implied sex, google translated french word count – 1.6k a/n – thank you @lverofminemcyt for the request! Such a great idea and maybe I'll continue this story in a longer format in the future. But for now, enjoy! masterlist

You were 20 when you met Charles for the first time

– or more accurately, gawked at him from across the paddock at Silverstone. You’d read in the news that there was a rookie driving for Sauber – a young, Monégasque man who by all accounts was the "next big thing" in the world of Formula One. You tried to keep up with the comings and goings of the sport while ignoring all the slander being written about your brother, Daniel. Hard to do but not impossible.

“Is that the new guy?” You asked Max once you were far enough away from the handsome stranger who was heading in the opposite direction. Max followed your eye line and scoffed, visibly irritated by your question.

“Yes but I wouldn’t say he's the new guy. He’s been racing his whole life and the pain in my arse for just as long,” Max grumbled. You weren’t aware of the rivalry between the two young men but after a long, detailed explanation, you understood that Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc had a checkered history.

“He’s not worth your time, Sophia.”

Of course you didn’t listen to Max. The ‘karting incident’ he described when they were literally children sounded like child’s play (because it was) and you weren’t the type to take one persons word for anything. Max had become a fast friend to you in the paddock when you’d join your family on race weekends but he had a reputation for stretching the truth and you weren’t about that.

The first time you were officially introduced to Charles was at Seb Vettel’s birthday party three days after his stunning British GP win. And the celebrations were in full effect. Daniel was also in the points that weekend and practically begged you to come along, not that you needed a lot of convincing. You knew a certain Monégasque driver would be there and you loved a party, especially one thrown at Lewis Hamilton’s lavish London pad.

It didn’t take long for your paths to cross, almost as if you were both searching for a moment to be introduced. Charles had been guilty of staring at you across the paddock on race weekends and it was shocking that the two of you hadn’t officially met yet. But he felt like he knew you already.

“Dunno know if you two have met yet but this is Charles,” Daniel introduced, putting a particularly thick French accent on your new acquaintances name, making you both snicker silently, “And this is my much younger and much less attractive sister, Sophia.” Arsehole.

Charles extended his hand towards you and as cheesy as it sounded, you could feel the sparks flying as your hands clasped together. They were softer than you imagined, bigger than you imagined and boy had you been thinking about them lately – pathetically desperate, of course. His green eyes glistened under the dim lights and you could have sworn they sparkled like in the movies. His dimples danced on his rosy cheeks as he smiled small and it was if time had stopped, you couldn’t look away.

“Hello,” You squeaked out, unable to form a full sentence before Charles stepped in and saved you from total embarrassment, “Nice to meet you, Sophia."

The way your name fell from his perfectly accented lips had you spinning and clutching his hand for way longer than normal. But Charles held on too, taken by your light brown eyes that were gazing into his own. He felt like you were staring into his soul, searching for his darkest secrets and he loved every second – the intensity intrigued him. Your long brown hair cascaded down the back of your silky dark green dress, accentuating every curve that had him scrambling for his words again. He was in love.

“So, yes, your Daniel’s sister,” Charles quickly cleared his throat and gently dropped your hand before stuffing his own, shaky ones into his jean jacket pockets. Get it together, he thought to himself.

“Umm…” You had been so caught up in your daze that you hadn’t realised Daniel had left your side and was making his way around the house, greeting everyone he set eyes on, “Yes… Yep! Danny's little sister.”

Little sister, you grimaced internally. You were hopeless when it came to matters of the heart, which was why you were perpetually single with no end in sight.

“I assumed so,” Charles politely replied with a nod, “So are living here in London or…”

Charles knew the answer to his question. He’d found himself mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram after the Monaco Grand Prix, hoping to find out everything he could about the mystery woman he'd noticed wandering around with the Red Bull Racing team. That’s how he found out you were Daniel’s sister and felt his heart skip a beat when he got to the end of your profile and hadn’t seen a photo of a boyfriend.

He brushed away that thought almost immediately, knowing it was probably a case of wishful thinking. There was no way you were single, he thought. From his perspective you seemed to be the life of the party, much like your older brother. You waltzed around the paddock as if it was your own fashion runway, saying hello to everyone you passed on your walk to the RBR motor homes. Smiling until your cheeks hurt. Charles was convinced you were an angel sent from above.

“Well technically I live in Oxford – doing university there at the moment or at least trying to,” You explained, nipping at your bottom lip nervously, “But Danny has an apartment in London that he rents here and I crash there when he’s away, which is pretty much all the time.”

Charles smiled and tried his best to follow what you were saying. Although he had worked with a few Aussies in his short career, he still struggled to understand some of the lingo from time to time. But he didn’t care if he only understood every fifth word you said. He could've listened to you talk about the fine arts degree you were studying or that the uber you took to the party charged you extra forever and a day. He was utterly captivated.

And that was the beginning of your blossoming friendship. Charles had become your new comrade around the paddock on the off chance you got away from uni and showed up at a race. You had also been making a few extra trips to Monte Carlo to visit your brother – or at least that's what you said to your friends and family. The friendly smile emoji quickly turned into a heart when you signed off a message and you could feel your heartbeat skip every time his name showed up on your screen. Charlie ❤️

Six months. Six whole months of flirting and pretending like you wanted to be anywhere else but with the man of your dreams. Every day started and ended with him, either via text or on Facetime and all that back and forth, wondering which one of you was going to make the first move was answered in a matter of seconds. There’s nothing quite like a few too many glasses of red wine to reveal one’s true feelings.

“I’m in love with you, chéri. Have been since the second I laid my eyes on you.”

The rest of that night with Charles was a blur and before you knew it, you were tangled somewhere between his chest and bed sheets, moaning his name into the cool Monaco air. His fingertips explored every inch of your skin with feverish lips following closely behind, leaving small, barely visible marks as he went. His eyes rarely left yours as you savoured every movement, every kiss, every breath – you wanted it all with him. All those sleepless nights wishing you were the one making him moan with pleasure, hearing your name tumble from his mouth like you’d never heard before. Watching his eyes roll into the back of his skull, gripping, praying that he could hold on a little bit longer. He'd yearned for it for too long to not savour every second.

All your wishes had been answered as you laid in Charles’ arms, slowly returning to earth and closing your weary eyes. Sighs of contentment the only sound swirling through the air.

“Tu es envoyé de ciel, mon amour.” you are heaven sent, my love.

You didn’t speak French but whatever he'd whispered sounded sweet as he gently pressed his lips to your temple and said goodnight.

Whenever you took a second to reflect on your four-year relationship with Charles, you realised that you'd effectively grown up together, side-by-side. He was sitting in the crowded auditorium when you graduated from University, cheering you on when you received your bachelor’s degree and you were standing in pit lane when he won his first GP in Belgium, crying and celebrating in equal measures. You were both very different people compared to the two stuttering 20 year olds loitering in Lewis Hamilton’s mansion, searching for the right words to say.

“I’m so unbelievably in love with you, Charles.” You whispered in Charles’ ear as he popped open the champagne, laughing hysterically when gravity brought the cork back down to earth and landed in your lap.

You couldn’t stop staring at the diamond that now sat proudly on your left ring finger, endlessly pinching yourself that it was real. He’d caught you by surprise on your birthday, no less. Out on the Mediterranean Sea, looking back at the place that you now called home. Charles had anchored down the boat and dropped to one knee before you could even comprehend what was happening. Your hair blowing around in the wind with Monte Carlo twinkling in the background as the only a light source. You bobbed up and down in the bay, not knowing if you were seasick or lovesick - or both. Either way, you were gripping onto Charles for dear life as everything you'd ever wished for came true right in front of your eyes.

He carefully placed the ring on your finger once you whispered a soft ‘yes’ into the ether, eyes teary and smiles the size of the moon on your windswept faces. You couldn’t believe that the man of your dreams had asked you to marry him. You were on top of the world but most of all, you felt like the princess Charles had always claimed you to be.

“And I’m in love with you, Madame Leclerc.”

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this-aint-massachusetts · 4 months

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more FNaF hcs because the tism™️ is telling me to info dump

sorry if some of these are the same as the last one I forget which ones I put before 🙁

-When Mike was chasing after the car he tripped scraped his knee broke his ankle and busted his kneecap and just gave up on life right then and there

-Mike smokes weed but he could take the tiniest tinniest hit of a bong and he’d cough up a lung so he just mainly sticks to blunts or bowls

-Abby has called 911 multiple times because she wanted to contact Vanessa but it obviously didn’t work.

-Vanessa used to dye her hair fun colors but she can’t anymore cuz of her job but she wears colorful extensions

-Abby’s therapist has tried so hard to hint at Mike that he should get an autism diagnosis because his sister has one and he still hasn’t picked up on it despite showing clear traits of autism

-When golden Freddy and Abby left the cab he just handed Cory a piece of paper with ‘one million dollars’ scribbled on it in green crayon. Cory was to scared to say no he just was like “yeah ok sure” and then cried

-Mike and Abby did not go to Aunt Janes funeral they instead went to Dave and Busters and played arcade games while their entire extended family blew up Mikes Nokia phone

-Aunt Jane was a “wine mom” and was in heavy denial of being an alcoholic

-Abby really likes bugs and puts them in her pockets but Mike is terrified of bugs so he freaks out whenever he sees them crawling on her or in her laundry

-Vanessa apologizes to people while arresting them

-The animatronics consider the cupcake to be their puppy and get confused when people think he’s a menace

-One time Doug ran into Mike and Abby at Walmart once and he just threw his thick ass lawyer wallet at then then ran away to have a panic attack. Mike and Abby bought a blow up pool that day

-Doug had to go to therapy due to Aunt Jane being an absolute fucking Karen

-Doug’s now a regular at Sparkys and is besties with Ness, he considers Ness “The son he never had”

-Bonnie kid (Jeremy) really liked Spider-Man

-Vanessa has a pitbull named Princess that she took home from an animal control call. (The dog is a fucking danger to society)

-Abby picked up on some 80s slang from the animatronics and now just says radical to everything

-Max and her friends would be doing TikTok trends before TikTok was even a thing (stealing soap dispensers from public bathrooms, sticking pennies in electrical sockets ect)

-Vanessa is a Disney adult/hj

-There’s a rubix cube in the pizzeria that the animatronics have been trying to solve since they’ve been dead basically

-Every night after Abby goes to bed Mike goes to the kitchen and eats shredded cheese by the handful. Abby caught him once and he cried.

-Mike is the type of person to ask those weird questions while watching movies, like: “If their underwater how are they drinking soda?”

-Mike would stuff all his emotions and feelings down till he bursts and it usually results in him locking himself in his room while having a panic attack

-Max was also a weed dealer so Mikes out of a babysitter and a plug.

-Vanessa hates soda, loves tea tho

-Mike really likes the Care Bears and uses Abby as an excuse for liking it

-Ness uses those really cheesy pet names for Mike, some of them southern originated because I believe in southern Ness solidarity. Ex: Sweetie pie, Sugar, Doe

-Abby is really good at hide and seek but caused Mike a few panic attacks because of how well she hides

-After Freddy’s neither Mike or Abby could sleep without a nightlight so she lent Mike hers on the agreement she could sleep in his room with him. (He of course accepted)

-Mike: Where’s my Diet Coke?

Vanessa: Oh I threw it away, sodas not good for you.

Mike: Oh ok- WHAT.

-Abby still asks Mike to tie her shoes for her even though he already taught her how to tie them herself

-Mike has a very particular morning routine that he has to follow every morning and feels icky if it gets interrupted for any reason

-Mike is more noise sensitive and Abby is more texture sensitive but Mike still hates certain textures (ex: olives)

-Mike has considered owning chickens and even went with Abby to look at little chicks but she soon started sneezing and feeling sick and that's when they found out she's allergic so that quickly got shut down

-Abby gives her stuffed animals lore and hierarchies and Ness is always asking her about it when her and Mike go into the diner

-Vanessa Has a very minimalist style not because she likes it but because she's scared of getting attached to anything she calls home which at times worries her when she's with Mike, Abby and Ness. This results in her sitting in bed, chewing on her lip thinking of constant escape plans and emergency exits in case her father ever returns, if something bad happens, etc.

-Mike likes seeing Abby draw him and pretends not to notice when she stares and tries to get the color of his shirt just right (he buys clothing in colors she has to make it easier)

-Abby is the type to point out cows and horses and will repeatedly kick Mike's seat even while he's driving until he acknowledges them

-Abby doesn’t understand why her and Mike can’t just print more money to make them rich and Mike has had to explain to to her 12837383838 times

-Ness is a theater kid (yeah if you didn’t see this coming I think you need glasses)

-Ness and Mike play lps with Abby, Abby explains all of her lps lore extensively and Ness listens to every bit of it while Mike is just like: “I love you both but wtf”

-Mike sometimes age regresses sometimes when put under pressure and Ness is literally the best caretaker ever (this one’s based on a Dreamtheory fic I read once and I fell in love with the idea)

-Ness and Mike call each other every night before going to sleep and once Mike forgot so he woke up the next morning to 300+ voicemails from Ness asking if he’s ok

okay that’s all i have for now I’ll post more later when i feel like it oki byeee 😘✌️

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pedropascallme · 8 months

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u said u are always looking for a reason to write jim smut so let me deliver bc i’m actually so fixated on this movie it’s CRAZYYY!!!!! anyways i would like like a build up to a confession kind of? like there’s so so much romantic and sexual tension and it just like breaks and yeah😭😭 idk if that makes any sense but yk!! ok thank u so much!!! you are amazing dude

In Our Perfect Present Tense

Pairing: Jim x f!Reader

Summary: "And where had this sudden, deep infatuation with Jim come into play? Was it sudden?"

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), p in v, fingering, praise kink, Jim can be soft!dom if I say so!! Allusions to canon typical violence, I know Cillian Murphy is 5'8 but Jim is 6'2 in my mind, if I missed anything please let me know!!

AN: Max you make my heart go badumbadumbadumbadum (good) I hope this is to your liking <3 Also continuing to cross tag my Cillian fics because my Jim fics rarely gain traction so we are trying some METHODS.

The cottage was so quiet.

You could hear Hannah shift under the blanket and sigh in her sleep, and though seeing her so peaceful made you feel a pang of protectiveness, watching her chest rise and fall, your mind was elsewhere. Maybe you were still in London, or Manchester, or anywhere else; maybe this was all fake and you had died somewhere along the way. Was this Heaven? Or maybe Purgatory, given that nothing seemed to have changed much.

And where had this sudden, deep infatuation with Jim come into play? Was it sudden?

No. You closed your eyes and his face flashed across your mind; eyes you wanted to drown in and cheekbones sharp enough to make you bleed. Maybe that’s why you kept him around in the first place. You’d never had to help him, save him from the congregation that chased him down the road; never had to take him to your hideout in the underground. At first, (and you knew this for a fact, at least) it was simply because Mark…bored you. He was cheesy and had a chip on his shoulder, and you didn’t like how he looked at you—didn’t like that he seemed to expect you to fall in love with him. Jim made a good buffer. And it helped that he had such kind eyes that seemed to be full of fear and morbid curiosity, and that he was, in every sense of the word, pretty.

You hadn’t been sad when you’d had to kill Mark.

But once you had made it clear to Jim that you didn’t want to fall in love with him, either, your snap judgement fogging your mind, you thought that was the end of it. Thought maybe he would go out like Mark did. And was it really your fault that Jim assumed you didn’t care about him? You didn’t. You wanted him to think you didn’t. Wanted him to think that he was essentially on his own when you ran up the stairs to the top floor, with his head splitting in pain and your legs going as fast as they could carry you. But when he came up to you that night to apologize to you, thank you, hold out an olive branch, it was then you realized that you felt isolated. And, yes, doomsday will do that to you, but it wasn’t just that. It was that even when humanity was rearing its ugly head, Jim still had the time to recognize and respect you; he was willing to put you first in a way nobody would’ve done even if their life didn’t depend on it.

You felt so guilty that night, touching yourself under the covers with everybody else just a few rooms over.

It was one thing to be wandering around the desolate city with him as your only company, but once you had Frank and Hannah (and a car) you felt like maybe, just maybe, there was hope. There was a glimmer of something behind Jim’s eye when you were eating out on the countryside after ransacking the supermarket—and it could’ve been the way the light was hitting him, or the way he laughed with Hannah, or the fact that he was eating fruit for the first time in weeks, but you thought maybe it had something to do with you. Maybe he had figured out that you did care. About him and about the state of things and about what the hell you would do if there was any sort of relief from running away. You thought about kissing him then, and he might’ve, too. There was a certain tenderness in the way he curled up next to you that night, under the stars.

In another life, he might’ve done it for reasons other than keeping warm.

And then, of course, that all came crashing down. It had been too good to be true, and in retrospect you hated yourself for allowing any harm to come to your small posse. You got out alive, but the hope you had was minimal, at best. Was alive good enough anymore? Was alive good enough when you’d fought off every evil you could think of in the span of 12 hours?

No. It wasn’t until Jim turned around, soaking wet and bleeding, that you realized that being alive was no good if he wasn’t there with you to enjoy it. You’d wanted to wrap yourself in him, to feel the sweat and blood caked on his chest and kiss him until you lost consciousness. Instead, you crumpled to the floor in the red dress that had been forced upon you, hugging yourself to his shins and begging him to tell you he was ok. It was mortifying, only made slightly more bearable when Hannah lobbed a bottle over his head. At least you knew there was still humor to be found in the worst of situations.

Shortly thereafter, when Jim got shot, you were certain that it was all over; you might as well follow him out. Maybe you would’ve if it hadn’t been for Hannah crying silently next to you as she floored the gas and begged you to stay. To do something. For once you felt like you had people worth fighting for other than yourself. It made you dizzy.

Which brought you back to the present.

There were two rooms in the cottage; both were damp and smelled like the lint from a dryer, but having a bed was enough. You had discussed the sleeping situation the night of your arrival, and there had only been some mild bickering.

“I’ll sleep on the floor. S’ok.” Jim remained gentlemanly throughout, but it was apparent, to you, at least, that the person with the bullet hole through their stomach should be able to sleep comfortably.

“Hannah and I will take one, you’ll take the other.” You were blunt, dancing around the subject of who would end up sharing by deciding then and there to divide it based on sex.

“Wha—” Hannah began to protest before deciding to shut her mouth.

“It’s really not that big a deal,” Jim stood his ground, “I’ll find something to rest on.”

“Absolutely not.” And that’s where you ended it. Saving face, dismissing any deeper urges, leaving no time for Hannah or Jim to propose a different arrangement.

But now that you were somewhat settled, it felt wrong to be in this room. The wallpaper was a reflective pink, and it felt too bright even in the pitch-black night. You couldn’t get comfortable, and all you could do was mull over every past interaction you’d had with Jim. Every interaction, and the way his mouth moved when he spoke, and the way he smiled at you, and the way he had quite literally killed for you—nearly been killed for you.

You felt hot. Nauseous, even, to the point where you felt that you had to move around or take a walk or do anything to feel more at ease. But it just so happened that you felt the most at ease around Jim.

You tiptoed across the floor and into the hallway. You almost didn’t bother knocking on the door, but felt that you at least owed him that decency.

“C’m’in.”

You peered into the room, allowing yourself a small view of Jim’s shirtless figure splayed out on the bed. You smiled, feeling shy out of nowhere.

“Just wanted to check on you.” You excused yourself, not wanting him to think it any more odd than it already was for you to be in his doorway at midnight. “You feeling ok?”

“Better than ever.” Jim crossed his arms behind his head, sitting up against the pillows. You could see the bandage on his abdomen, and his skin covered in a ray of moonlight.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, patting the mattress to encourage you to sit with him. You closed the door behind you. “Why’re you really up?”

“Honestly?” You paused to build tension, leaning in slightly, “Hannah snores.” Jim chuckled under his breath. “And…and I don’t really feel at home in that room.”

“Would you feel more at home in this one?”

“Maybe…”

“’Cause if you’d like it, you and Hannah could have it. ‘V’always wanted pink wallpaper, anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, “No, that’s—it’s not that.”

“Then…?” Jim tilted his head slightly, and you looked down and away from him, inhaling deeply.

“Can I stay in here tonight? With—with you?” You could feel your pulse in your throat and though he responded almost immediately, you felt as though hours were passing.

“Sure, f’course.” Jim nodded; eyes wide with eager bewilderment. You swing your legs over the mattress, straightening yourself out beside him. You looked up at the ceiling, lying on your back and waiting to fall asleep.

“Closer.” Jim whispered.

“Hm?”

“Y’can come closer. If you want, I mean.”

“Oh…yeah.” You shuffled closer to him. Somehow you ended up spooning, his hand draped hesitantly over your waist. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and his breath blowing against the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Comfortable?” He was still whispering, as if he would wake the crickets if he spoke any louder.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah…” You both fell silent again, and you wondered if he could feel the tension, too, or if it was something you had just made up. You turned over to face him.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke, though his eyes were closed, and you thought maybe he had already fallen asleep.

“For what?” His eyes were still closed when he responded.

“For—you know…” You reached out to graze your fingertips over his bandages, withdrawing it just as quickly when you realized that what you were doing was so forward.

“You didn’t shoot me.”

“I didn’t stop you from getting shot.”

“Not much you could’ve done. Three of us and more of them.” He opened his eyes, “Plus, you drugged Hannah, so just the two of us, really.”

You buried your face into the pillow, “Was trying to help.”

“You did.” Jim reached out to goad you from your hiding spot. “Been nothing but helpful since I met you. Consider this me returning the favor.” You managed to peek an eye out from the pillow to look at him smiling at you. He was so gentle. How could a man who had been comatose while the world was thrown into shambles remain so empathetic?

“Didn’t want you to get hurt.” You mumbled, barely audible when the words came out through the pillow.

“Didn’t want you to get hurt, either. Think I went to all that trouble for myself?”

“No.” You brought your head up to fully look at him.

“Exactly. You would’ve done the same for me.”

“You say that with so much confidence.”

“Cause it’s true. Cocky, but it’s true.”

“It is.”

“True?”

“Cocky,” you smiled when he feigned defeat, “but also true.” You quieted again, keeping eye contact with one another. Jim’s smile faded slightly.

“Why did you help me?” He asked.

“Hm?”

“In the first place, by the gas station—why did you help me?”

You didn’t know how to answer. “I needed the company.”

“You had company.”

“I needed company I would enjoy.”

“What if I wasn’t enjoyable?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I was willing to take that risk.” You raised an eyebrow back at him, mocking his curiosity and his pushback. “And…I mean, plus, you were…I d’know. Tragic. And pretty.”

“Pretty?” His other eyebrow shot up.

“And tragic.” You giggled. “It’s not like I saw you tearing down the street screaming and thought that you only deserved help ‘cause you were good looking, it was just—it’s why I kept you around.” You rolled your eyes, trying to stop yourself from sounding too sincere, unsure if Jim was willing to recognize the attraction you had toward him. Unsure of whether or not you were willing to admit it right here, right now.

“You liked me.” Jim teased.

“I like you,” you clarified, “Present tense.” You averted your eyes from his gaze, opting instead to look down at his wound once more. He gawked at you, grinning. Placing a hand on your chin, he redirected your gaze to his face.

“How long have you been holding out on me?”

“What?”

“How long’ve you been wanting to say that? Not since day one, hm? Since we went to my parents’ house?”

“Didn’t want to say it,” you huffed, “wanted to help you stay alive.”

“C’mon, all that talk about how you didn’t care if I fell in love with you? Cared more than you let on, I knew it. Could’ve saved us so much time if you just came out with it.”

“Shush.” You tried not to dwell on his words, the realization that, this whole time, he was waiting for you.

“Say it again.” He gleamed, “say it again.”

You took his hand from your face, holding it in your own. “Jim,” you brought his hand to your chest, “I like you.”

You couldn’t take a breath before he was on you. You felt his lips first, plush against your own, and then his hands over your waist and his legs tangling with yours. For someone who had almost bled out less than a week ago, he was shockingly quick on his feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the release of weeks’ worth of tension that had been festering inside of you when his tongue slipped between your lips. You moaned, hands grabbing at any part of him you could reach: You felt his chest against your own and ran a trail down his spine with a finger, feeling him shiver at your touch. He ground his hips into you slightly and you reached for his arms, pulling him in as close as you possibly could.

“Knew it.” He whispered when you pulled away for air. “Knew it.” He began sucking on your neck, running his tongue over your pulse point and licking stripes down your throat. You gasped at the feeling, still trying to touch him wherever you could. You found yourself stroking his jawline while he sucked bruises onto your chest, feeling the way his cheeks hollowed when he made an especially strong mark.

“Jim—” You pleaded, trying to touch him, feel him, all around needing him. It was almost all too much.

He returned to eye level. “Mm?” He kissed your neck again, soothing over the fresh hickeys. “Tell me what you need.”

“You—need you.”

“C’mon,” his grin returned, “specifics.”

“Please,” you needed to feel everything, everywhere, “fuck me.”

“God, sounds so pretty coming out of that mouth.” He stood up from the mattress, pulling you up slightly to allow him to disrobe you. It didn’t take much effort; the threadbare clothes you were trying to pass off as pajamas had already practically disintegrated the moment you had put them on. He shucked his bottoms off before retaking his place on top of you in bed.

“So fucking beautiful,” he kissed you again, “so, so pretty. Wanted to make you feel so good f’so long.”

Feeling confident, you cupped his cheek in your palm, “touched myself thinking about this.”

“F—when? Thought about me while you touched yourself? Tell me.” It was a breathless demand, and you could feel his erection throbbing above you.

“The night in the apartment. Came on my fingers, came so hard while I thought of how good you’d fuck me—oh!” Your sexy display was cut short when you felt his fingers brush your clit.

“Yeah? Touched right here and thought of how nice I’d fuck this pussy?” You whimpered at the way he massaged you just right, and his words only added fuel to the fire. “Should’ve just asked me to take care of you, baby, would’ve helped.” God, he was wicked. Such a good man, and so, so wicked for speaking to you like this. You arched your back, and he took the opportunity to slide two fingers into your cunt. “Fuck,” he huffed, delighted by how wet you were for him, and your eyes rolled back, “get yourself this wet? Or is it just me?”

“You, fuck, Jim—it’s you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Cocky bastard.” You managed between whines and gasps.

“You love it.” He continued to push his fingers in and out of you, and a delightful squelching noise filled the bedroom. “Fucking beautiful.” He kept at it for a while longer, enjoying the noises you made for him and the way your face contorted when he hit an especially sensitive spot. When he pulled his fingers from you, you sighed, feeling the low of being empty, until he brought the wet digits to your mouth and encouraged you to clean them off for him. He let out a low groan when you began sucking, using your tongue to gather your slick off from in between them. “Yeah, good girl.”

He slotted himself between your thighs, and you could feel the drag of his cock over your stomach. You looked down, wrapping a hand around him and ogling him; so long, so beautifully outlined by thick veins. He gently grasped your wrist, pushing your hand back onto the mattress.

“Wanna make this last.” He half-joked. He kept your arm pinned under him, and you could feel his tip exploring your folds, until finally he pushed himself into you. You let out a shaky, breathless moan as he shallowly thrusted into you, working you open to take him as deep as you could. When he bottomed out, he leaned his forehead against yours, and you could feel the stickiness of sex and sweat on your skin.

“Good, yeah?” He was still being smug, though ensuring you were comfortable. You felt devious, rolling your hips against him and grinning in response, earning a choked “fuck” from him. “Dirty fucking girl.” He pulled out almost entirely before thrusting back into you, forcefully enough that you felt your back drag against the bed. Your tits bounced as he rocked his hips into you, and he took the opportunity to grab one in his hand, taking the other in his mouth.

“Jim!” You couldn’t remember your own name, could barely remember who you were or how you got here; all you could think was Jim, Jim, Jim. “Fu—uck, oh my god, Jim!”

“Gonna wake up the whole neighborhood?” He was incapable of being serious even in the most intimate of moments, knowing full well that the people in this house were the only living souls for miles. “Gonna make sure everybody knows who’s fucking you?” Your lips parted, letting out small moans and whimpers of his name with every thrust.

You could feel his fingers on your clit again, and the feeling was electric; maybe it was because you had wanted him for so long, and tried to deny it for almost as long, but you’d never felt this good—never felt this perfectly sated. The way he kneaded your swollen bud while pounding into you hard enough to make the bedframe shake, the way he whispered such filthy things into the skin of your breasts, the way he wanted you too.

“Gonna—Jim, I’m gonna cum!” You tried to move in sync with him, but it was all too much; he was everywhere, and it was going to be your undoing. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to fuck you deeper. He leaned over you, tracing his fingers down your cheek before grabbing your face in one hand.

“Cum for me, baby. So good, my perfect girl, cum on my cock like this.” You were as good as gone. You felt your legs tighten around his body at the same time as your cunt clenched around his length. You dug your nails into the skin of his arm, and he growled at the way your body responded to him. “Yeah, like that—just like that, sweetheart.”

You were trembling, dripping down his cock and unsure of how to rationalize this amount of pleasure in the midst of end times. Who cared, anyway? You felt fuzzy, barely registering Jim’s words as his strokes became messier and rushed, catching up to you with his own high.

“Want it inside,” you mumbled through your haze, “please, inside.”

“Can’t fucki—can’t say that baby, can’t risk it.”

“Please…” You knew how stupid it was, knew that he would have to say no, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try.

“When we get out of England—when we get out of England, I’ll fill you up as much as you want. Yeah?” He slammed himself into you, and his words bounced around inside of your head: “When we get out,” “as much as you want.” If you weren’t so spent, you’d cum for him again from that statement alone. “Promise I will, whenever you want it, baby.”

“Mm.” You sighed contentedly at his assurance. “Tummy.”

“Yeah, good girl, gonna paint you with my cum.” He groaned when you reached up to brush your fingers down his happy trail.

“Give it to me. Please, Jim. Needed it f’so long.” Your mouth hung open, sensitive and sore from his cock and his hands, and somehow still so needy for him, desperate to see him to completion. He buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent and letting your moans fill his ears as his hips stuttered and he pulled out. You felt his knuckles against your stomach as he stroked himself, finally feeling the warmth of his spend land and spread across your abdomen with a long moan of your name. You stayed like that, both of you breathing heavily, Jim lying on top of you. The gluey feeling of his cum on your stomach and your own between your thighs only heightened when he sat up on his elbow, looking down at you to appreciate how pretty you looked after being fucked out, and you could see the strands of cum dripping between your bodies.

“So beautiful.” He kissed you again, and despite the passion from the last kisses still being present, he was significantly gentler with you in your bleary state.

You blinked up at him, smiling through the fog in your brain, and hugging him close to you. “Gonna have to change your bandages. Covered in your own cum.”

“But what a way to go, right?” He laughed, and you buried your face into him further. “Tomorrow,” he promised. “Need a towel?”

“Would it be gross to sleep like this?”

“Gross? No. Uncomfortable? Maybe.”

“I’ll take my chances. Too tired to wash off.”

“As long as you’re alright.” He brushed your hair away from your eyes, maneuvering himself to look down at you while you were pressed to his chest.

“Feel amazing.” You reassured him. “Should’ve said something earlier.”

“No,” Jim pet your hair, smoothing it down over the back of your head, “this was perfect timing.”

“Perfect timing.” You murmured his words back to him in agreement.

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OKAY OKAY YOU DONT HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS AT ALL BUT YOU SHOULD WRITE LIKE A STEVE ONESHOT THING WHERE HES DATING (Y/N OR OC IM NOT PICKY) BUT HES STILL PINING FOR NANCY AND LIKE STILL IN LOVE WITH HER SO HIS S/O BREAKS UP WITH HIM BC SHES TIRED OF BEING LIKE "A BACKUP OPTION" AND ALWAYS SECOND CHOICE TO NANCY AND ITS LIKE SUPER ANGSTY AND BASICALLY IT TAKES BEING WITHOUT THEM FOR STEVE TO REALIZE HOW MUCH HE LOVED THEM AND THEN THERES LIKE A LOVE CONFESSION. (THAT WAS A CRAZY RUN-ON SENTENCE OMG)

YOU CAN IGNORE THIS IF YOU DONT LIKE THE IDEA THO <3

Second Best — Steve Harrington

summary — nancy wheeler, the one who got away. she’d always be his first love and you’d always be second best so what was the point of pretending he could love you even just a little?

warning/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, angst, steve being dumb, swearing, bits of stancy, arguing, fluff, the gang scheming

note — thank you so much for requesting! I absolutely adore this idea and loved writing it so so much, I hope I did it justice even if I did slightly go off the prompt. you’re an incredible writer, one of my favourites on wp, and I can’t wait to read your works on here too. I love you tons! thank you again and I hope you like it <3 also, credits to soph for steve’s middle name, ilysm!

word count — 2.5k words

This was the third time in the space of a couple of minutes that you’ve caught Steve staring at Nancy from where he sat on the couch, to say you were sick of it would be an understatement.

It had been movie night with the whole group which had truthfully been long overdue and very much needed but surprisingly difficult to plan with everyone’s hectic schedules. But here you all were, finally relaxing for the first time in months in Steve’s spacious living room among a bundle of cushions, in what should’ve resembled a fort built by the boys. The second movie of the night was playing on the projector that Robin and Max had set up and an abundance of snacks and sugary drinks had been brought beforehand to account for everyone’s tastebuds. With the way things were going, however, it seemed like staying over at Steve’s after the night was over was simply out of the question.

Dustin sent you a sad look from his position on the floor smothered by multiple duvets. It would have been funny if it hadn’t been for the situation. The room seemed to cool another ten degrees when Steve unwrapped his arm from around your shoulders mid-scene, shifting away from you slightly. You were both oceans apart and yet he didn’t even seem to notice the space between you. And this wasn’t the first time it had happened either.

The credits rolled in and Nancy offered to grab more snacks while the kids decided on the next movie. Steve practically jumped at the chance to follow her to the kitchen, or maybe you were just overreacting like usual. It didn’t matter anyway, the fact was that he was with her, not you and the way he looked at her told you everything that had been left unsaid.

You quietly got up from your place on the couch, surrounded by colourful blankets and softly padded around the room, picking up your car keys from where you’d left them and moving to the hallway to put on your coat and shoes. El moved to stop you but Eddie gently placed a hand on her shoulder, letting you go with a sad nod. You couldn’t stay, they knew that, but still, some part of you wishes they would’ve asked. You might have not been there from the beginning but they loved you all the same, if not even more and vice versa. You were the missing piece in their family and for them, you’d do anything even if it meant watching Steve pin for his ex girlfriend.

You’d almost made it to your car before Steve appeared at the door, the expression on his face a mix of everything and seemingly nothing you were looking for all at once. “Where are you going, the movie’s about to start. Mike’s picked out some cheesy horror movie which I know you love to watch and Nance has opened up the last pack of those giggles cookies you love with the weird faces on them-” You hated horror movies, regardless of if they were cheesy and predictable or not, and those giggle cookies with fudge and vanilla cream in them- god you hate them too. You’d eat fudge by itself but for some reason when it’s added to something else it just doesn’t taste right to you.

“Steve.. I’m not feeling great, I’m gonna head home a little early.” You knew he didn’t believe you. You never could lie to him, and his judging eyes told you enough. Not to mention you called him Steve, you never call him Steve, but he didn’t notice.

“You seemed fine a while ago to me. What’s wrong, maybe you can lay down in the spare room?” There he goes treating you like you’re one of the kids and not his girlfriend but that’s not what irks you the most, it’s the fact that mentions the spare room. Not his room, the spare. “Nance can give you one of her green teas, they’re magical I swear, you’ll feel better in an instant. Actually, let me ask her now.” He walked away towards the door, completely disregarding anything you’d said, acting for a moment that he was even paying attention to you tonight bringing up Nancy again and suddenly, you’re done.

“No!” Steve pauses mid stride, hand on the half opened door, slowly turning around shocked by the volume and the panic in your voice, “I’m done Steve, I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Wh-what?!”

“You’re in love with Nancy.”

“I’m what-?!”

“Ha, see you can’t even deny it.”

“Because there’s nothing to deny!” His voice raises even further. He’s never raised his voice at you. He knows how much you hate it and it reminds him of his father so he never did; guess there was a first time for everything.

“Don’t. You don’t love me, you never have. You don’t even know my favourite movie genre or my favourite snack-”

“Yes I do, I just told you!”

“Those are Nancy’s fucking favourites! See you’re pinning after her with those love sick eyes of yours and you don’t even know it.”

“What so not knowing your favourite movie genre or snack is a crime now?! So I’m expected to know everything about my girlfriend?” This elicits a rather loud scoff from you causing Steve to clench his fists in frustration and anger. “We’ve been dating for almost a year so yes, I do expect you to at least know those two things.”

Steve starts again but you cut him off fearing that if you don’t get it out now then you’ll go back to apologising to him the next day and burying it even deeper within you. “It’s her, it’s always been her. I don’t know why I even bothered but I thought you were over her, I truly did. But every time she walks into a room your eyes brighten and they don’t leave her for a single fucking second. You bring her up into every single conversation as if her ghost wasn’t already haunting our relationship and I feel like I’m always being compared to her in everything that I do. Stevie I love you, I truly do but I’m sick of feeling like I’m second place.”

Silence. He doesn’t say anything for what feels like forever. You wished he’d say something, anything, do something to prove you wrong, to tell you it was all in your head or that he’d change, that things would get better. A flash of emotion appears on his face before he puts back on his ‘King Steve’ mask. He never used that with you.

“Okay.” That’s all he says before turning back towards the door and leaving you standing out there in the cold.

That was months ago and here you were with the gang calling you from a pay phone on a Sunday. It seemed like your plans of crying your eyes out to another sappy romance movie that reminded you of your relationship with Steve had been ruined. “Heyyy Y/Nnnn”, came a sheepish voice from the other end of the phone call.

You knew they could feel your eye roll from there, “What do you guys need?”

“What, can’t we call our favourite adult and tell her that we miss her?!”

“Ignoring the fact that this is the first time you’ve called me in months, no Dustin, you can’t call without wanting something first. And favourite?! Ha, nice one. What do you want?”

“Can you please pick us up from the skatepark?” At least he had the common sense to give the phone to Max when the gang wanted something, they all knew she was your soft spot. Then for the millionth time that day, like every other day, your mind went straight to Steve. Where was he? Shouldn’t he be picking up the kids? Why would he just leave them there? They could’ve called anyone else, so why you? And then as if she knew the thoughts running through your head she added, “we didn’t want to bother Eddie and Steve was meant to pick us at two but we got bored and felt bad for asking him to pick us up earlier when he was already in a bad mood this morning and-”

“It’s okay sweetheart, hang tight and I’ll be there in ten. Don’t go anywhere and stick together okay?”

“Yes mum.” And Dustin was back.

He hung up the phone and you went to get changed as quick as you could, sliding along the wooden floor in your socks. If Steve was here now, he’d be laughing his beautiful laugh, teasing you before acting out the scene from ‘Risky Business’, maybe even twirling you around the living room. Shaking your head to prevent more tears from falling, you grabbed your coat and car keys and made your way out the door.

There was a catch. Of course there had to be a catch. Why didn’t you think about this before?!You’d successfully picked up the kids and they’d all piled into your car with their gear when Dustin remembered he’d left something important at Steve’s and needed to pick it up. So here you were driving to your ex boyfriend’s house cursing wildly in your head. It would be fine. You were only going to stay in the car. You wouldn’t even have to see him… right?

Wrong. Fate, aka the kids, had different plans.

Pulling into the driveway, the first thing you noticed was the fairy lights stung around the house. It was still light out, Christmas and New Years were over, Valentine’s Day was even further away, so why were there fairy lights? Why were there sunflowers lining the driveway? Had you stumbled upon Steve’s love confession to Nancy. Oh god. You hoped not.

Here you were, standing on Steve’s porch, knocking on his door instead of Dustin and you hadn’t the slightest clue of how you got there except you figured you’d been roped into some wild scheme that wasn’t going to end well. Fuck me.

Steve Willow Harrington opened the door in all his beautiful glory holding a bouquet of sunflowers, a pack of care bear waffles and ‘The Breakfast Club’. Who the hell allowed him to look so good?!

“Hi.”

No, this was absolutely not happening. He would not turn your heart into mush with one syllable. You started to turn around to leave but his reflexes were faster and he grabbed your hand, the skin heating up under his touch and your heart kickstarted into motion at the electricity that danced along his fingers onto yours. “Please. Don’t go.”

You froze in place. Head and heart conflicted but once you saw the expression on the kids’ faces you understood. He gently pulled you towards him, albeit with a little caution, turning your body but still you refused to look at him. “These are for you.” You accepted them, focusing on the sunshine petals instead of his face until your felt his fingers gently gripping your chin, tilting your head upwards so you were looking into his eyes. Steve’s eyes shone with the telltale sign of tears and regret and something else that you’d only seen when he looked at her. It was love. No. It couldn’t be. You took a step back needing the distance to gather your thoughts. He didn’t get to do this to you, he didn’t get to hurt you all over again.

“I’m sorry. I-” you shook your head, your own tears glistening your eyes making them shine in the fairy lights. “I had a whole speech planned out funnily enough but I see you again for one second and you’ve got speechless. God I- I drove over to your house in the middle of the night to apologise after that day and I chickened out every single time until they all knocked some sense into me.” He nodded behind you towards where the kids were anxiously watching the scene unfolding before them.

“I thought I heard your car but every time I’d look out the window there was no one there so I stopped looking.”

Steve sighed sadly, “You deserve better- you deserved better. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I shouldn’t have taken you for granted. I shouldn’t have made you feel like you were second place, not to Nancy and not to anyone. I should have showed you I cared, that you mattered, that I did know you loved binge watching those sappy romance movies and pointing out bits that reminded you of us and that your favourite snack were those ridiculously overpriced care bear waffles with the rainbow specks of berries because you’d had them since you were a child and refused to give them up. But I didn’t do any of the things I should have. I fucked up and I don’t deserve you. And the worst thing is, I don’t even have a reason why I did them. I think some part of me was terrified of the uncertainty, of the unknown, of how it felt to have someone I was scared to lose. So I buried how I felt about you and turned to something familiar, to something that I could hold onto even if I didn’t actually care about them. It took losing you to realise just how wrong I was and how badly I’d treated you. And I know it doesn’t justify any of what I did to you but I want you to know that I’m sorry and if I could do it all over again, I would do it differently. I would fight for you instead of leaving you there and I would show you exactly how I feel about you.”

You were both crying now, “and how do you feel about me?” The air stilled in anticipation, your fingers twisting around the fabric of your sleeve in a nervous dance.

“I love you.”

That admission of love, and the fact that he said it so easily like it was a fact that everyone should know, knocked the air out of your lungs. You felt breathless after his speech.

“I won’t deny that you hurt me and maybe I do deserve better but I know you can give it to me just as I hope I can give it to you. It won’t be easy and it will take time and a lot of work to get to- to us but if you’re willing to put in the work…” Steve nodded his head enthusiastically, tears slipping down his cheeks for he’d feared the worst, “then I am too.” Then came his megawatt smile, eyes crinkling at the edges from pure happiness. He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulders delicately so as to not damage the flowers, while yours wrapped around his waist. The kids were dancing by your car, pumping their fists into the air but neither of you payed any attention to them.

“And for the record, I love you too Stevie.”

#✉️#drew writes!#stevie <3 #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader angst #steve harrington x fem!reader fluff #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff

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lou-iz-stat · 3 months

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While listening to the new podcast that Jacob Anderson was on I seriously got emotional about it. And it was not because of what he said about letting Louis go for a little while.

It was because when Jacob as talking about the other roles that he has had and how usually when he ends a role he doesn’t ever want to celebrate them but with Louis and Interview with the Vampire he decided to do something different. When he took the rocks from the Dubai set and scattered them where he felt most comfortable really felt like for once he was celebrating the work of the past two seasons.

And on top of that it really expressed to me how special IWTV as a show and story is. I know a lot of people have their favorite shows that they obsess over but this show really is something else. Like even Jacob says he is not really a spiritual person and neither am I but this show is so extraordinary that it just feels not of this world. And I don’t mean to sound so sappy or cheesy about this. I mean think about it there have been so many hurdles that this show has had to go through throughout the production of both seasons but it is still such an incredible and transformative show. And on top of that every single person on that set has nothing but great things to say about it. Even Luke Brandon Field who plays young Daniel even said it was his favorite set to ever work on. I can continue on and on including Jacob and Sam finding each other as platonic soulmates through this show. Every single person that has had a hand in the show just loves it so much like it’s not just a job for them but actual art. Frankly the show should not have worked with how many problems it initially had but because everyone loves the source material so much and what they are doing so much that it is almost if all that love was able to create a show like no other.

The last thing I want to bring up is that the show would not be what it is without amc. I know a lot of people take issue with the way that amc handled the marketing and promotion of season 1 and for the most part I can agree with those criticisms but I still would not want any other studio to have taken this story on. We can be frustrated with amc all we want but we have to acknowledge that if this show went to some other streaming giant like Netflix or Max the show would not have been this amazing. AMC, being that it’s a much smaller studio feels to me that they are much more closely connected to their shows. There always seems to be a sort of distance from the big studios to their shows considering they make so much content. And I am praying that I won’t regret when i say this but I just feel like AMC is in it for the long game. And if I do end up being wrong and the show does end up getting cancelled I seriously don’t know what I am going to do with myself.

Even as I type all this out I’m getting teary eyed just thinking about everything. Also I’m sorry for being so dramatic about the show but it really is the most important piece of media that I have ever experienced and no matter what happens in the future it will always be my favorite thing ever.

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magicalrocketships · 15 days

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Hello! I hope you are most well. I just got to share your baby Daniel in the going -Small verse with a friend, special place in my heart for him. Then I thought about it for two long and my thoughts wandered off rabbit-hole style. Do you have any thoughts on how adult Max might react if he'd met baby Daniel after his embarassment about going small and living with Daniel for three months? Baby Daniel doesn't know that! He just wants to love on Max.

Sending love, hugs, and cheesy garlic bread <3

Oh I HAVE thought about this a lot. Unfortunately my eyes are pretty blurry today (love you chronic illness, kiss kiss) so let's have some brief thoughts at 175% zoom and I'll come back to it another time

Max IS going to meet baby Daniel again. He's also going to meet baby Daniel when he's baby Max as well (and Daniel's mum and dad look after them).

Max when he Goes Small doesn't have his competitiveness; he doesn't want to fight, he doesn't want to race, he doesn't want to come first. And a Max who isn't competitive and therefore also doesn't have to push through fear and never show it gets to… explore things differently this time around. And it's not just Max that learns that, it's Daniel too, looking after him. But it's Max who's ashamed of this little baby Max and doesn't want to be connected to him, wants to run away from him when he's big again.

When Daniel Goes Small he doesn't feel fear, really (except if there's a dog, and he hides behind Max) - or rather; he does feel fear but he often doesn't know he should be scared. He wants to climb on the balcony wall to look over the side and see how far down it is (he's not huge on heights when he sees). He wants to ride his bike really fast and jump in the pool and make a big splash and he's not cold (he's really cold) and go in the fast car and can Max go faster please (holds on very tight to the seat but says wow extremely reverentially afterwards). He'll climb on things he shouldn't climb on, and open things he shouldn't open, and trusts everybody, and hates bedtime so Max has to carry a passed out Daniel to bed every night because he does not know how to get him to go to bed, and Max spends three days looking after him and at the end of it he's exhausted.

But Max doesn't once think that Daniel should be embarrassed about baby Daniel when he Goes Big again. Not even when Daniel skids off his bike on the second day and takes all the skin off his knees and his elbow, and he cries loud and hard because there's blood and it's run down his knee and hit his sock, and Max ends up using half of some other mum's first aid kit to wipe the dirt out of Daniel's grazes and get antiseptic on them and plasters. Daniel gets to have chicken nuggets afterwards as a treat, and there's a little bit of Max that knows, when he was a kid, crying wasn't something he could do to get a hug and some chicken nuggets. And Daniel had instinctively cried out Max's name, but Max had already been running across the bike track to make sure he was okay.

When Daniel Goes Big, he says thanks for looking after me, like he and little Daniel are the same person, like he's okay being a curly haired kid with poor judgment. Max says, "You will have to keep looking after your knees, the grazes are quite bad." Daniel looks down at the Pokemon plasters peeking out from underneath his shorts and shrugs. When I was a kid I was always doing shit like that. Thanks, Max.

Afterwards, Max misses the noise. He misses the constant questions, the what's in there, how fast do lions go, why can't I, and the way he'd fall asleep passed out in Max's lap, still protesting he wasn't tired, protesting he can eat what he wants, asking how fast he was when he ran around Max's flat twelve times to get rid of some energy.

Max doesn't think: you should be ashamed.

He thinks: I wish I wasn't.

(All actual parts can be found either in this masterpost or on AO3 here.)

#de-aged maxiel #baby max #it's you and me #just a few thoughts tonight #my fic #except it's not really fic

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 10 months

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Daniel Ricciardo x Male reader

"Permissions"

First fic in like a year, damn, sorry for the wait. All my interest has probably changed by now but I will still write for the previous fandoms that I liked (ex. Moon knight). I just gained an interest in F1 recently so I might write more F1 fics for the tome being considering I don't really see many f1 x male reader fics out there. Hope you enjoy!

Dan's Pov

"Uhm yea, me and my husband have this thing, where we ask each other permissions over stupid things that we know the other won't mind us doing"

I told lando as he asked why I wanted to ask my husband permission on whether I can go hang out with them or not.

"YOU HAVE A HUSBAND??" Lando asked surprised with a smile on his face.

"You didn't know? We've been together for like 9 years already and you just found out now? Wow, you never fail to surprise me each day we're together, Lando." I say with a big smile on my face.

"Thanks? Anyway, I wanna hear his reaction now. Come on, call him do your things."

"Fine, fine just relax." I say as I pull out my phone from my pocket, unlocking it and scrolling thru my contacts looking for his name.

"You saved him as 'love of my life' with three hearts? Talk about cheesy." Lando says rolling his eyes.

"Mind ya business, now shush it's ringing." I say as I hear him pick up the phone.

"What do you want?" We hear y/n say as I put him on speaker so Lando can also hear.

"Talk about moody, I just wanted to ask you if I could hangout with the boys this afternoon, we're planning on just chilling in Max's room and just maybe watch so-"

"Mate, I don't a shit, you just disturbed my sleep for that? You know you're an adult and are allowed to do whatever you want, right?"

"But I wanted to ask for your permission fiiiirst." I say drawing out the last word to annoy him further.

"Yes, you can, sometimes I wonder why I even married you in the first place."

"It's cause you loooove me."

"Piss off, I'm going back to sleep, if you call me again when you could just leave a message, you'll sleep on the couch."

"You know you need my cuddles to sleep." I say smiling wider when I see Lando giggling beside me.

"I hate that you're right, anyway, see you tonight love you. Bye Lando." We hear Y/n say the last part after a brief pause before hanging up.

"How'd he know I was with you?" Lando asked perplexed.

"He's my husband, he knows everything." I say with a laugh, while walking out of the motor home and putting my phone back in my pocket and grabbing my cap off the table.

"Wait, how long have you two been out??" I hear Lando shout after me with confusion in his voice.

"Give or take, 6 years." I say as I stopped to look at him and give him a cheeky wink.

"AND I'VE ONLY FOUND OUT TODAY THAT YOU HAD A HUSBAND???" Lando shouts as I laugh while walking away.

"You didn't know about his husband? Everyone knows about them, the whole paddock knows about them." I hear Max say with a laugh before I'm out of ear shot.

That's all for now, I'm still trying to get back into that writer mindset ya kna. Hope you enjoyed, if you didn't idk have a good life ig. Peace ✌️

#daniel ricciardo x male reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x male #daniel ricciardo x y/n #x male reader #x reader #y/n #gay #formula 1 x male reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #daniel ricciardo #formula 1 #lando norris #max verstappen #danny ric #bxb #mxm #bottom male reader

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altheasmeadow · 1 year

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Beomgyu Coupons

Word count: 835

Pairing: Beomgyu x fem reader

Summary: In which he doesn’t know what to get her for her birthday, but this might just be the best gift of them all

Beomgyu had no idea what to get his girlfriend, he was panicking to the max. He had contemplated just saying he was her gift but when it was his birthday, she had surprised him with something he had been wanting for a long time, even though he had only mentioned it once a long time ago, she had remembered. He wanted to give her something to make her feel just as special, but she never expressed wanting anything.

“Why don’t you get her a plushie?” Kai suggested as the group sat around on the couch trying to figure out what to get her.

“Because she just gave all of hers away to her nieces to give her space.” Beomgyu turned the idea down, drumming his fingers on the coffee table in front of him.

“Give her makeup.”Taehyun offered, that is what he got her and knowing Kai he got her plushies, so if he rejected his idea he might just have to go change his gift idea.

“Okay one she doesn’t need makeup,” The sentence was adorable, all of the members cooing at their middle member, “Second, no i want it to be meaningful.” He whined, gaining eye rolls from his hyungs and a slight sigh of relief from Taehyun who was happy he didn’t outright reject his idea. Kai was still pounting over the fact that anyone would get rid of plushies.

“Get her a ring.” Yeonjun offered, smirking at the younger who pouted a bit, Beomgyu had been in this relationship for two years now, it was by far his healthiest one and all of the members were just waiting for their whipped teammate to get down on one knee.

“No, we aren’t ready for that yet.” he denied, not wanting to stress his girlfriend with engagement and their fans going crazy over that announcement.

“How about you make her something?” Soobin offered, breaking Yeonjun’s teasing that was no doubt about to start.

“Like what macaroni art?” Beomgyu said sarcastically, earning chuckles from Yeonjun.

“No like a jar of notes full of things you love about her, or maybe a photobook.” Soobin listed off some ideas, Beomgyu closed his eyes and pretended to snore as his hyung kept listing off ideas.

“Wait hyung go back!” Kai exclaimed, making everyone jump a bit looking at the maknae. “Repeat the one before the last that you mentioned.

“Ah a coupon book?”

“Why would she need coupons?” Beomgyu was irritated that they weren’t taking this seriously.

“Beomgyu coupons, like is she cashes a coupon in maybe she gets an hour to herself, or you give her a foot massage. Things like that.” Soobin elaborated, making the two youngest giggle as they thought of so many jabs they could throw right now.

“Beomgyu has to shut up for an hour.” Taehyun joked as he made motions of writing in the air as if he was writing a coupon himself.

“Beomgyu can’t make any sarcastic comments for a day.” Kai giggled out, clutching a plush under his chin.

But the boy couldn’t even react to the teasing, this was the perfect idea.

“Beomgyu has to give me attention, Beomgyu has to tell me he loves me?”She read the coupons with a slight smirk as the 5 boys sat around, having gathered for a birthday dinner. “Hmmm What are these?” She asked with an innocent look on her face even though she was more than likely about to start teasing.

“I couldn’t think of what to get you, you never mention wanting anything. So I made you a book of coupons that will make me do anything you want.” Beomgyu explained shyly, casually placing a hand on his fac to try and cover the growing heat there.

“Awe babe, I never mention wanting anything becaus I have everything I want right here with you five.” She teased, knowing the 5 hate cheesy comments like that, which earned her 5 grimaces in return, “Also a nerf war? That was one hundred percent something you’d want more than me.”

“What? But you love shooting me with nerf guns!” He protested, which was true, anytime he got a bit rowdy she’d pull a nerf gun from one of her various hiding places and land a shot on him. Many noise complaints came from the action but it reminded her of spraying a dog with water.

“Yea I do it on a daily basis without getting shot back. If you want to entice me I would love a paintball war.” She grinned challengingly, making the five boys hop up excitedly.

“I wanna be on noona’s team!” Both Taehyun and Kai cheered, making the hyungs groan since they wanted to pelt Beomgyu with paint balls as well.

“If I win, I get you all to myself for a week.” Beomgyu grinned, thinking he had the upper hand with his hyungs on his team.

“And if I win…You can’t whine anytime I give one of the boys attention for a whole month.”

“You’re on!”

#beomgyu imagines #tomorrow x together #txt au #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #kpop imagines #kpop idol x reader #idol x reader #kpop #fanfic #kpop scenarioes #idol imagines

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charlywrites · 2 years

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Requested by anon

Request; angst to fluff with reader working for the rbr team but when Horner catches her kissing Lewis she gets fired on the spot and also publicly reprimanded and accused of being unprofessional and incapable of doing her job as a cruel attempt to ensure she could never show her face again. Lewis tries to defend her and fix things, but the damage has already been done. So reader’s been feeling depressed and has hardly left her room despite Lewis being there for her and his attempts to comfort her. the frustrating and devastating affects of the situation even begins to take its toll on their couple. Lewis talks to Toto and gets Mercedes to hire her and fix things and redeem her reputation, and there’s a happy ending for them

Warnings; h*rner being an evil asshole, reader gets humiliated(?), depression, talk of not eating, really long fic.

Note; it gets quite deep, please, if this can trigger you in any way, do not hurt yourself by reading this + I did not truly went with the ending asked, an hopeful ending seemed more fitting than a cheesy, happy one.

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It all started only a few races in over the last season, that day you were running late for a scheduled interview Max had to do. You were supposed to get him ready, briefing him on the kind of questions he would get asked, but one of your co-workers had accidentally messed up your files.

As you were running through the different hallways, hoping that the interviewer hadn’t shown up early, you didn’t look where you were going and ended up falling flat on your butt after colliding with someone, who, unlike you, didn’t end up on the floor.

Feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, you started to apologize profusely as you got back on your feet, everything seemed to go against you today, “ i’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. God, I’m so stupid!”

“ It can happen to anyone honestly, are you alright?”

That’s when you finally realized who you ran into, you had seen him around a couple times but you had never actually met Lewis- and you wished you had met in a different situation, “ yes, i’m fine, thanks for asking. Again, I’m so sorry!”

“ Don’t apologize, I’m not the one who fell,” he laughed lightly, making you smile at the sound, he had a beautiful laugh, “ can I ask what your name is?”

“ It’s y/n,” you were already embarrassed from the whole situation, you didn’t want him to think you were rude but you truly had to go, “ I have to go, I’m late and I don’t want my boss to be mad at me.”

“ I understand, it was lovely to meet you, y/n. I hope to see you again soon.”

As you left, mumbling a goodbye to Lewis, you didn’t think you’d meet him again that soon, yet the same exact day, a few hours later, you met again but this time, you weren’t running late. The day was over for most of the staff, you were just all getting ready to head back to the motorhome or hotel.

You were sitting in the paddock enjoying one of your favorite food as you hadn’t gotten the time to eat earlier due to the hectic schedule you had. To busy yourself, you were reading the schedule for the rest of the weekend, at least that was until someone sat next to you.

“ I hope your boss wasn’t too mad at you for being late earlier.”

You smiled at Lewis, touched that he didn’t forget the small conversation you had earlier, “ no, I was lucky the interviewer ended up being late as well! I even got the time to brief Max about the interview so it went great.”

“ That’s good to hear! So, you work for Red Bull as Max’s manager?”

“ Not exactly, I’m part of Red Bull’s PR team so I work with both drivers. I’ve been working here for a while now but I’m still as happy and excited as the first day, it was my dream to work in F1.”

“ So, you’ve been a longtime fan of F1?”

“ For as long as I can remember,” the smile you had on your face since you saw it was Lewis who sat next to you faded when you realized that you might bore him by talking about your life, “ I’m sorry for over sharing, it’s just- great to have some willing to listen, you know?”

“ I like learning more about you, don’t apologize for sharing things from your life, y/n!”

And just like that, you spent over an hour talking with Lewis, learning about each other’s life as if you were old friends catching up. You had heard from people about how kind Lewis was, and you weren’t disappointed- he was probably the nicest person you’ve ever met.

When you left each other that day, you wondered if you’d get in troubles for befriending Lewis- you didn’t see why anyone would get mad at you for being friend with him, after all drivers from different teams were friends, this wasn’t much different.

However, as the season went on, Lewis and Max’s rivalry became more intense and so did the rivalry between the two teams. In the meantime, you had fallen for Lewis and he had fallen for you, even with that rivalry and potential troubles it could get you in, you didn’t stop seeing him.

After all, why would you? It was your personal life and who you were seeing didn’t concern the team you worked for as long as you stayed profesional. You knew how to separate work and personal life, so you didn’t really understand why you’d be in troubles.

Yet, you knew you could get in said troubles, it wouldn’t be the first time someone would have problems with the team they work with because of something unrelated. Formula One was the elite of motorsports, so no matter your job, you couldn’t disappoint without the fear of losing your spot.

That’s why when Lewis and you got together, you both agreed to keep it secret for now and at least, until the end of the season. You wanted to avoid getting in troubles with Red Bull and he wanted to protect you from the medias that would most definitely come at you.

You didn’t mind your relationship with Lewis staying secret, it was actually great that way because you were spared from hearing the unwanted opinions some people would say. That being said, you knew one day whether it was soon or later, this relationship wouldn’t be secret anymore.

For months, you both did a perfect job at hiding what was between Lewis and you, people just assumed that you were friends- and that alone, wasn’t seen well by everyone, especially at Red Bull, but they couldn’t say or do anything against you, you were just friend with a driver from a rival team as far as they knew.

When the last race of the season happened, before the race, you were secretly rooting for your boyfriend as he was almost champion already- and for most of the race, he had beaten Michael Schumacher legendary record of seven world championships.

It took a safety car to make Lewis loses the title to Max Verstappen. It was the most unfair decision you had ever seen, yet you couldn’t do or say anything- you were supposed to be happy, your team had won.

The hardest part of that night was to see Lewis getting out of the car from afar- you were heartbroken for him, you wanted to get to him and hug him, tell him he had done everything and that the ending had been decided for him.

You saw Lewis’ father being there for him, as well as some of his friends, it made you feel better to know that he wasn’t alone but you were still hurting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think this race could end your relationship, you would have understood.

But it didn’t happen. Instead, you even took the risk to have your relationship discovered when you didn’t celebrate the win with the whole Red Bull’s team. You excused yourself, saying that you were feeling very sick and went to sleep early.

Truth was that you spent most of the night with Lewis in your arms, he was closed off and didn’t want to talk about the race or even anything related to racing anymore- so you did the only thing you could that night, be there for him and be patient.

The winter break had been way different than what you could’ve imagined- Lewis really disconnected from all social medias and spent most of the break with you and his family, it actually brought you closer than you already were.

When the start of the actual season came, he felt refreshed and had found the strength to come back stronger than ever. You were pretty excited to see what this new season would bring to the two of you, even if you were still in rival teams.

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The qualifying were going to start in around ten minutes when you sneaked out of the Red Bull’s garage to meet with Lewis to wish him good luck. People were way too busy getting ready to notice that you were gone, or see you outside of your garage- it was always a bit risky to do that, but over the months, it became a routine to go wish good luck to Lewis before a race.

Your hands were loosely resting behind Lewis’ neck while his own hands were resting on your waist, just as he kissed you, the two of you were caught by none other than your boss, Christian Horner- you didn’t even need to hear what he had to say to know you were in big troubles.

You didn’t get to say anything, and in all honesty, it probably would’ve made it worse, you weren’t surprised to hear your boss’ words, no matter how heartbreaking they were, “ you’re fired.”

“ You can’t fire her just because we’re together, that’s completely unfair!”

It was sweet of Lewis to try defending you, but the damage had been done- you just had lost your dream job because you had fallen in love, “ I don’t care, she should’ve known better than to fooling around,” his words were spat with so much venom, so much hatred that tears were forming in your eyes, “ go get your things before quali starts and never come back.”

You could only nod, head hanging lowly in shame but also to hide the pain clearly visible in your eyes- you did as you had been told, you went back to the Red Bull’s garage and grabbed your things before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

You didn’t know if Horner had already spread the news of you and Lewis being together, so just in case he had done so, you didn’t dare to show up in the paddock, instead you found a little spot where no one would come bothering you and watched the qualifying on your phone.

Lewis hadn’t done too bad as he got the fourth place, which was his best result in qualifying since the beginning of the season. Of course, you were proud of him but even this good result didn’t help lightening your mood after what happened early.

When you heard that Christian Horner was going to be interviewed, you gulped, thinking that he had probably made sure your reputation had been tarnished for the rest of your life, however you never, in a million years, could have imagined what he had planned to make sure you’d never get another job in Formula One.

You watched on your small screen as Horner joined the interviewer, a smile plastered on his face as the first question was asked to him, “ today was a good day for Red Bull, Max on pole and Checo P3, what are your thoughts after the incredible pace both drivers showed today?”

“ It’s satisfying for sure, we’ll still have to push for a double podium tomorrow but so far, it’s looking good. Hopefully, we can keep the Ferraris behind like we’ve did before this season.”

“ Aren’t you keeping an eye on Mercedes as well? It seems like they’re starting to get some pace back, they might be able to make things harder tomorrow.”

“ Of course, we always keep an eye on them, however I don’t believe they’ll cause us too much problems tomorrow- at least, I have some informations that make me believe Lewis might not be too focused on the race tomorrow.”

You felt your throat tightens at this comment, you knew where he was going with this and even if you knew how nasty Horner could get, you didn’t expect him to go this far, at least not publicly.

“ Can you tell us more about those informations? ”

“ Actually, it’ll be a pleasure to do so,” there’s was something wicked about his evilish smile, it made you feel sick, “ Y/N Y/L/N, who, until a few hours ago, happened to be part of our PR team has been seeing and most likely fucked by Lewis Hamilton. Obviously, she was fired as soon as I found out. I suspect this little thing has been going on for a couple of months at least and I am utterly disappointed by how unprofessional this behavior was from her. It won’t be hard to find someone better and more qualified to do her job and I’ll end up by saying that she won’t be missed.”

You directly shut down your phone, you didn’t need to hear more from that awful man- if you ever had a chance of getting hired by another team, it had now been ruined. You’d never get another chance in Formula One, the dream was over for you.

Tears were now freely streaming down your face as sobs escaped your mouth, it was unfair. You didn’t choose to fall in love, it wasn’t something you could control, and even by dating Lewis, you had never failed to properly do your job.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there, head buried in your knees that you were hugging. It was a suffocating position, but you had no will or strength to move, until you felt someone kneeling next to you as a hand rested on your shoulder.

“ I’ve been told what he said. I won’t let him drag your name in the mud like that, I’ll fix things, sweetheart.”

“ You can’t,” you managed to say between two sobs, not even daring to look at your boyfriend in the eyes, “ I’m never going to work in F1 again, he ruined my career.”

The distress in your voice shattered Lewis’ heart, seeing you cry was hurting him and knowing that he unwillingly played a part in it made it ten times worse, “ it’s bullshit, you and i both know the job you did for Red Bull has been irreproachable.”

“ It doesn’t matter anymore now.”

Lewis sighed, knowing that deep down, you were right- no matter what would happen next for you, what Horner had said would follow you, you’d have to prove yourself as if you had no experience when it wasn’t the truth.

“ We’ll find a way to fix things, trust me.”

Your boyfriend hugged your still hunched form and laid a gentle kiss on the top of your head as he was called for an interview. He didn’t want to leave you in this state, but it was the opportunity he needed to defend you.

A part of you wondered what he would say about you to try fixing things, but in the end, you didn’t even watch, you couldn’t bare hearing about you and the work you had just lost today.

It took everything you had to wipe of the tears on your cheeks and get up from your spot, it felt stupid how you didn’t know what you were suppose to do now. Should you wait for Lewis? Or straight up get to your hotel to grab your belongings before your pass wouldn’t be allowed anymore.

You felt bad for leaving without telling your boyfriend or sending him a text but you needed to be left alone for now. When you got to your room, you didn’t know if you could stay there or had to leave- you didn’t have the heart to spend the night there, instead you took your suitcase and headed to the airport, buying the first flight back to your city.

Since nothing seemed to go in your favor today, the quickest flight for London would only take off in three hours- having nothing to keep yourself busy, you ended up finally looking at your phone which you hadn’t done since you shut it off after listening to Horner’s interview.

Your screen showed that you had missed a lot of notifications on your social medias as well as a couple of texts and missed calls from your family. However, what stuck out the most was how many calls and texts you had missed from your boyfriend.

The last one sounded truly desperate as he begged you to call him or text him that you were somewhere safe and alright. No matter how exhausted you were, you couldn’t leave him waiting any longer, it wasn’t fair to him.

Your phone barely had the time to ring that Lewis answered your call just as if he had jumped on his phone when he saw his screen lighting up, “ oh my god, y/n, are you okay? Please, tell me you’re alright.”

“ I’m okay Lewis, sorry for not answering any sooner- I shut down my phone earlier.”

“ Where are you? I went to check on you at the hotel and I was told you left an hour ago.”

“ At the airport, I’m heading back to London. There’s nothing else I can do.”

Lewis remained silent for a couple of seconds, you were right and he knew it but that didn’t make him less worried, “ do you want me to take the flight with you?”

“ No, I’ll be fine on my own. I think I need to be alone for now.”

“ I understand, just send me a text when you get back to your home, okay?”

“ I will, thank you for caring this much.”

“ Of course baby, you know I love you.”

You closed your eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall again- you had to cut the conversation short so Lewis wouldn’t hear you cry, you didn’t want to worry him any more. He deserved to enjoy his evening to celebrate another podium, not spend it worrying about you.

———

A whole week had passed since you had been fired by your boss and all you had done was push away anyone that cared about you in the slightest. You didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone, you just wanted to be left alone to dwell on what had happened.

You hadn’t left your apartment since you got back to London, you didn’t have the strength to do so- of course, Lewis had tried to make you leave the comfort of your apartment to go on a simple walk or go eat something but there was no way to get you out of your home.

You loved your job so much that when you lost it, you lost a part of yourself as well- it could sound stupid or exaggerated but since you were a child, you had been dreaming on working into Formula One.

It felt like all those years working hard had been for nothing now that you knew you would never be hired by a F1 team again. Even Lewis’ words in the interview he did after Horner’s didn’t help your case, it only made it worse- you had been called by so many names that you had lost count of them.

In the end, you just deactivated all your accounts to have peace at least, you simply wanted everyone to forget about you but that didn’t seem to work well so far. It got to the point that you wouldn’t check much on your phone anymore, making you miss Lewis’ calls all the time.

The only word that came to your mind to describe how you were feeling was numb, and sadness maybe. You didn’t have the will to do anything at all, you’d barely leave your bed, only when it was truly necessary.

The hardest part of your days was when Lewis would come check on you and spend all of his free time with you- you knew he deserved way better than this, hell you even told him but that didn’t stop him from coming every single day.

It would break him every day to see the love of his life in such a depressive state, but he couldn’t give up on you, no matter how hard you tried to push him away- he wasn’t going to leave you, he loved you way too much for that.

It was late in the afternoon when Lewis came to your apartment, just like every day since you got fired, after his work and training of the day. He was probably tired, yet he would still come as soon as he had some free time.

You didn’t move from an inch when you heard the door of your bedroom slowly opening, you were hugging your pillow tightly while laying on your side, blankly staring in front of you.

Lewis sat at the edge of your bed, close to you and kissed your temple, “ how are you doing today, love?”

It was a stupid question really, he could see you weren’t doing any better than yesterday, that’s why you didn’t even bother answering him. He had probably gotten used to you not answering him by now.

“ Did you eat anything today?”

“ No.”

Even eating, which was quite literally fundamental to live, had started to feel like a chore. Actually, rare were the times you’d even feel hungry- it wasn’t the first time you’d spend most of the day without eating since the beginning of the week, and if it wasn’t for Lewis, you wouldn’t really bother eating at all.

You heard Lewis sighs, he wasn’t mad at you but it was becoming hard for him to watch you become the ghost of who you once used to be, “ do you want to order any food? I’ll go buy some groceries tomorrow.”

“ I’m not hungry.”

“ Yes, you are- you’re just not listening to what your body is telling you. You can’t just starve yourself like that, y/n.”

“ Stop treating me like a child!”

“ I’m not treating you like a child,” Lewis rubbed his face, everyday was the same argument over and over again, “ I’m trying my best to take care of you because I love you.”

“ You deserve better than me.”

“ I don’t want better than you, y/n- you’re the only one I want.”

You scoffed at his answer, once more he had the last word, but that didn’t change your mind. A soft smile crept on Lewis’ face as he realized you were done arguing, “ you know, I was thinking I could bring Roscoe here when I’ll leave for the next Grand Prix- I don’t want you to be all alone.”

“ I’m barely able to look after myself and you’d trust me to look after him?”

“ Of course, I trust you. Maybe he’ll even cheer you up.”

“ Don’t give yourself false hopes.”

———

It had been a month since the last time you were actually happy, a whole month since you lost your job and your days were all the same and you hated it a bit more every day. You hadn’t left your apartment since the day you got back there, and you’d still spend most if not all your time in your bedroom.

Lewis was still coming every single day and when he was away, he’d call you and facetime you every day. You couldn’t understand why he hadn’t gotten tired of this situation already, you knew it was hard for him as well, yet he wasn’t giving up on you.

As time went by, you were pushing him away more and more- you loved Lewis with all of your heart, he meant everything to you, but it would be selfish of you to let him waste his time with you. You had lost all hope and couldn’t see your life getting better, the best you could do is make him move on.

And you actually thought it had started to work when Lewis didn’t show up as his usual hour at your apartment, it was breaking your heart but you knew it was for the best. In the end, it turned out that Lewis was just late and still showed up, bringing one of your favorite take out for dinner.

When Lewis came to your bedroom, you were still tightly snuggled in your blanket, your head barely peaking out of it. Your boyfriend sat cross-legged on the other side of the bed, his face lightning up as soon as his eyes crossed yours, “ how was your day, sweetheart? ”

You didn’t understand why, after a month, he’d still ask you this question, it was almost stupid as he knew you hadn’t left your room, “ I slept.”

“ I’m sorry I came later today, I had a meeting with Toto and I stopped on the road to buy your favorite take out.”

“ You shouldn’t have.”

“ Come on, I know you haven’t ate any in weeks!”

It was hard to say no, especially knowing that the said food was already waiting for you in the living room, “ fine, but I hope you know I’m annoyed that I have to leave my bed.”

Lewis let out a soft chuckle, delighted to get you to leave your room to eat, something you wouldn’t always agree on, “ I know but I’m happy you’re making this effort.”

You shrugged, letting out a loud sigh as you got out of your bed, your blanket still wrapped around you, you made it to the living room and sat at the table- the smell of the still warm food made you hungrier than what you’d ever admit.

You started to eat in silence, after all you didn’t have anything to tell to Lewis even if, deep down, you wished you had things to say, all you could do was thank him for bringing you something you loved, “ thanks for the take out.”

Hearing your words was enough to lighten Lewis’ face once again, he was happy to know you were enjoying it, “ I knew you would enjoy it!”

“ Yeah, it’s great.”

Lewis nodded, taking another bite of his food, wondering if it was the right moment to tell you about his meeting with Toto, “ so, you know how I told you I was late because I had a meeting with Toto?”

“ Yeah?”

“ Well, a few days ago a member of the team gave their resignation because she’s pregnant and want to take care of the baby and since she’s part of the PR team, I thought it would be a good idea to talk to Toto about you.”

“ With the reputation I have?”

“ Turns out Toto was already thinking of you for the job, he just wants to meet you before hiring you.”

It had been so long since you had been fired that even just thinking about being hired by another team sounded completely surreal, and you weren’t sure you could even do what you’d be asked to do, “ I can’t do that, Lewis. I mean, look at me. I’m a mess and I’ll fuck up.”

“ No, you won’t. You won’t have a big schedule to start out, he knows what happened and how hard it’s been for you since then, you’ll have a light schedule until you feel ready to work with the team full-time.”

“ You think I can do it?”

“ Of course, baby. I know it’s incredibly hard for you right now, and getting this job won’t magically fix anything but you love F1 and you loved your job, it’ll be the same one with a different, and better team. We won’t have to hide anymore.”

You couldn’t lie, it was tempting but you still weren’t convinced you were fit for the job and you didn’t want to Mercedes’ to get a bad reputation because of you, “ but what about the team’s reputation? Everyone think I’m a whore and that I’m bad at my job.”

“ We both know it’s not true and we will all have your back.”

“ I’m scared it’ll go bad.”

Lewis gently took your hand and held it to reassure you, “ it’ll be alright, and I’ll be there for you if it gets too overwhelming alright? You don’t have to say yes now, you can meet with Toto to talk about the job without having to take the job right away.”

“ Are you sure about that?”

“ Yes, we’ll go at your pace.”

“ Then, I guess I can start by meeting Toto.”

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #x reader #f1 fic #mercedes amg f1 #request

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"Season 4 didn't give anything for malex"

The stuff season 4 actually gave us

(This is a joke btw) this is long af too. Be prepared

Malex dating for six months.

A malex sneak peak

Michael moves in with alex

Malex being domestic af

Alex opening up to Michael about the miniature gazebo(paralleling Michael showing Alex his console s1

Michael cheesy flirt

Them hooking up on the couch( even tho it was cut it happened)

Domestically talking about work

Michael trying to fix the broken garbage disposal for Alex.

Michael panicking that he screwed up and will lose Alex

Malex maturely communicating and working through Michael's nerves

"Hey, I can live without that gazebo. What I can't live without is you."

Holding hands

Malex post disaster worry scene

Malex brain storming together

Michael getting lost in Alex's brain rambling

Flirty Alex

"Like a piece of alien glass, I don't like being parted from my alien

"I hate being away from you too"

Michael noticing Alex's hurt

"Why don't you ask your pretty lookin fella to help out?" Sanders my lovely

Sanders helping Michael pull his head out his ass with Alex

Michael trusting Alex

"You Are My Home. And I trust you to take care of my dreams"

"Your dreams and your heart..always."

Malex heart eyes

Alex trusting their relationship can survive long distance

Michael making fucking necklace for them BOTH out of the first piece of alien glass he found.

Michael also trusting no matter how far apart they are, they will always find their way back to each other.

Kissy

Alex crying/emotional because he has to leave Michael for a while

Michael unpacked his bags and no longer running

Michael lowkey seemed like he was trying to distract himself with Alex being gone

"I have a boyfriend! And I'm kinda completely in love with him!"

" He's really important to my boyfriend "

"Your boyfriend is sick!"

Michael wants Alex while being sick

"Accio Alex"

Michael wanting to discuss the possibility of going to Oasis with Alex

Michael struggling with two paths. And both feeling like the right decision. Alex vs going home

The way you can see Michael going still when he finds out Alex is missing

Michael getting upset that Alex missing was kept from him.

Michael expecting Alex to reach out to him and not others

"You don't think I was thinking of Alex every second I was risking my life"

"You knew the man that I love-"

Liz comparing her feeling of losing Max to Michael possibly losing Alex. Knowing it's the same, and he would feel the same as she did.

Michael feeling guilty he lost focus of Alex and the home they're building together.

"What I have learned from Alex-"

Michael immediately recognizing the opening of "Would you Come Home"

Going over amazed and playing the song with Alex

Michael tearing up during the song.

"Alex would always make fun of me for carrying around this old map"

Michael's face realizing where Alex is.

Immediately going to try an rescue him

"Max, give me the rope. I have to go Alex needs me!"

More panic

" I have to help him! I wasn't paying attention! I wasn't listening!"

" I am the man who helps save the love of his brothers life"

" all I care about is getting Alex back"

" imma go get my boyfriend "

" the least I can do is jump into a sinkhole to save my soulmate"

Michael stressed about not being able to open the sinkhole

"After everything Alex and I have been through our love is losing out to a hole in the ground"

"But you know who's reaching back? Alex, to you. He's out there somewhere doing his damnest to reach you through M. Every bit is determined to be with you as you are with him. That's powerful. So the minute you wanna start giving up the faith, I'll keep it for the both of you" preach Kyle

Michael's small scene of holding his necklace staring at the sinkhole in a dating obviously thinking of Alex

"We'll find it, just like I'll find alex"

"It's my one shot to see Alex"

"I want to help my friend find the man that he loves"

Michael not hesitating to go into the portal even if he can't come back.

"Now we find Alex"

"My priority is Alex"

That whole reunion tackle. Michael put his whole body into that.

Michael's face when he sees its Alex

" At least kiss me before you bust my lip" along with Alex's happy smile

Michael's heavy relief and happy smile finding Alex

The whole next scene. The kiss, holding each other, " So happy you found me" "knew you had to be here somewhere" "I'm here, your here"

Michael pride in Alex making a makeshift alien trap

Michael following Alex when he goes to sit down. (It's just so cute to me)

"Our house"

Alex putting the blanket around them both, Michael rubbing Alex's thighs, Alex gripping Michael's arm then holding his hand.

"Kinda romantic isn't it?"

References to the drive in date 1x03 in such a light way. There's no bitterness or resentment just light hearted banter

Alex saying he spent his time dating dreaming it was about star crossed lovers and that Michael was doing the same

Michael opening up and feeling guilty about thinking about going home.

The communication!

Alex being understanding because he know Michael and understands that Michael's desire ans dream of Oasis doesn't mean he loves him any less. It's just a simple dream Michael's had since being a kid.

Alex saying he will never look away no matter where they are. " roswell, Oasis, I don't care if we are on other side of the universe. As long as we are looking at the same stars, I will never look away"

The double kiss

"So this movie. How does it end?" The reference 😭

" Michael Guerin will you marry me?"

Michael inhale, the shock and love all over his face

"I can't wait to see sanders in a tux." Them both laughing so happy. "Yes," kiss," yes, I am so in love with you it's embarrassing "

Michael literally crying during the proposal

Alex's small " I love you too."

Their old people kisses laying down

" Do I have to wait till the honeymoon?" Michael being a little shit

The worry and fear Michael has finding out Alex is dying. And the hand on his chest.

" five minutes ago I was imagining wedding vows-"

" I want to marry you."

Michael being upset but giving Alex their tiny blue world wedding

Alex's smile watching Bonnie and Dallas decorate

(Malex Wedding)sign

Michael and Alex holding hands prepared to get married

Despite what Michael and Alex have both been through together, the good and the bad Alex is happy with what they've had

" how about no. We're not getting married Alex, not until we can do right at home. My vow is to not let you die period"

Michael determination to let Alex die

Michael's little tap on Alex's shoulder to reassure him

"When did you become a plant daddy?" I'm sorry but Alex calling Michael daddy was not on my s4 bingo list but I fucking love it

"Me and sander don't grow prize winning sunflowers every year on sheer luck and sunshine, baby" Michael called Alex baby in return. Is it just me or did those names come naturally to them

Alex's smile

" ooo a long hot shower with the man you love" Michael's smirk, Alex's blush and cute scrunch

Michael carrying Alex into the Crashdown, being all husbandly

Michael's gentleness in his movements and his voice. Cupping Alex's cheek.

Michael's panic realizing how bad Alex is getting

"You refused to leave my side when I went chasing after Jones, I am returning the favor "

" my heart is about to explode. I am scared to death I am going to lose you today" meaning the thought of losing Alex making him feel like his heart is going to literally explode in dear.

Michael literally carrying Alex everywhere

Michael realizing Alex needs a minute to rest, and helps take care of him

About to flip shit crying because the portal closed

Michael immediately going to Alex when he calls and holds his hands.

"Do not talk about my fiance like that"

" I should've never refused to marrying because all I've wanted my entire life was to make you happy and I wanted to build a home together "

Alex talking Michael down and calming him, helping him realize he can get them out of there

That whole scene, holding each other's hands, the concern, gentleness, Michael rubbing Alex's chin randomly

"I wanna marry Alex more than anything" thank you Michael for saying this.

"Who wants to go to a wedding?" Michael's happy smile. The way he did not hesitat to say that

" wanna know how I knew it was time to ask Michael to move in with me? I listened to my heart"

"Maybe we should just elope?" Michael pre-wedding panic was absolutely adorable.

"Finally imbraced my destiny " aka belonging with Alex

That whole wedding speech. "The man that I love" "my husband"

Michael on stage in front of all their friends and family playing a song for Alex 😭😭

Michael's first look up and Alex's during the wedding is absolutely precious.

Them holding hands smiling so happily.

Watching them exchange rings and their happy smiles after

That kiss on stage in front of everyone

"I married my highschool sweetheart "

Them dancing and laughing together

" here I was thinking about the future, can't wait to sign my first check. Alex Guerin. I've never been much of a Manes man"

Them dancing in the background. Pressed up against each other so tightly

Honeymoon teases

" as a reminder the next chapter in your life will be written by you and Alex "

" Your destiny is with Alex "

Michael kissing Alex's hand in the truck, " Let's get the hell outta here"

Malex literally driving off into the night together

Season 4 missed Alex but completely understandable why he was not there. But this season killed me in the best way ever

#roswell new mexico #malex #michael guerin #alex manes #alex guerin

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MASTERLIST

✨Masterlist ✨

READ ME BEFORE YOU REQUEST

Please note I don’t write anything that is illegal or borderline inappropriate. This includes sibling smut, adult baby kink (I dont even know what its called), teacherxstudent relationships and anything else I deem off. I also havent been to high school for many years so even if it’s innocent fluff I do not write HS AUs. If you’re unsure just ask! Can even be anon and if you don’t get a reply to your request then it’s a no. I’m fine with Daddy kink and most sex stuff as long as it doesn't cross lines into over infantilising, acting like an actual baby.

As much as I’d love to sit in my bed all day and write fics... I have a big girl job and answer my requests in order I receive them (lol OCD tings) and I cant start one until the other is done (again sorry OCD tings). So please note there is a 3 week ish turn around for requests at max. And sometimes if I get a good idea I’ll write my own first cause I have to get it out of my head. But if you want updates feel free to message me or I’ll post an update if I get caught up in life!

I’m always up for a chat and am pretty active on here so you’re welcome to talk to me about whatever, ask questions or just chat! Please note it’s an 18+ account and if you don’t specify that I won’t reply.

Ty x

Clover ☘️

Dividers from the brilliant @firefly-graphics 💕

Gifs and images are not mine!

KEY:

☁️ - Fluff 🔥 - Smut/NSFW 🌤 - Platonic

🌧 - Tear Jerker / Sad

🌪 - Angst

SERIES:

COMING SOON: Third Times A Charm | A Chris Evans X RDJ Sister!Reader (description here)

Take Me Home | Nick Vaughan X Reader:

Part 1 - Meet Cute ☁️

Yes, No, Maybe | Chris Evans X Curvy!Reader:

Part 1 - Chris meets you and has to have you. ☁️🌪

Part 2 - your first date. ☁️

Part 3 (Virgin!Reader) - Chris takes your virginity 🔥☁️

Bubba | Dad!Chris Evans X Pregant/Mom!Reader):

Part 1 - You tell Chris he’s going to be a dad for the first time. ☁️🌧

Part 2 - Protective!DadChris ☁️

IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS & HEADCANONS:

Chris Evans

You’re Mine (Curvy!Reader) - You’re Chris’s FWB and you wonder if you’re the only one 🔥☁️

All Worth It (Curvy!Reader) - You and Chris go public with your relationship. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet (Curvy!Reader) - smut implied but mainly fluff. ��️

Chris Evans Alphabet NSFW - 🔥

What A Girl Wants - You’re a str!pper and Chris wants you for the night. 🔥

Happiest Man Alive - You’re a florist and Chris proposes at the Oscars ☁️

No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl - A journalist insults you to Chris’s face. 🌪

Best Birthday Ever (Curvy!Reader) - You usually dread your birthday but Chris has a surprise in stall. ☁️

Bed. Now. - Finals week has hit but Chris wants you to sleep. ☁️

Boston Boy Documentary - Your segment in Chris’s documentary. ☁️

Can’t Believe They’re Real - Chris is an ass guy but with tits like yours he cant help be obsessed. 🔥

Favourite Pillows - Chris’s favourite pillows are conveniently on your chest. ☁️

My Angel (Model!Reader) - You’re a Victoria Secret Angel ☁️

Because I Want You - Your bestie, Chris gets a bit jealous... ☁️🌪

Cookie - Baking cookies doesnt go as planned. ☁️🔥

High On You - You and Chris enjoy a joint together. ☁️

I’m in Chwarge (Blurb) - No one tells you whhat to do besides Chris ☁️🔥

Tik Tok Leggings - You could say Chris likes your new leggings… 🔥☁️

Eat Shit Ransom - You’ve got a huge crush on Ransom 🌪☁️

Pork or Pasta? - You meet Chris for the first time but arent so sure about him... 🌪☁️

Mint Condition - Captain America Roleplay 🔥

Sexiest Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader) - You get hate for your body and Chris comes to your defence. 🌪☁️

Headcanon!Chris Evans - Chris start to cheer his gf up. How? With stupid cheesy pick up lines ☁️

Steve Rogers

I’m The Captain Now - Taking Steve’s virginity 🔥

Off to College - You & Steve send your little girl off to College ☁️🌧

Family Matters - Steve’s sister dies 🌧🌤

Roped Up - Steve ties you up 🔥

Soxs - You get Steve a cat to help with his nightmares. ☁️

Prettiest Girl In The World (PreSerum!Steve X Plussize!Reader) - Steve thinks you’re the best even if you don’t. 🔥☁️🌧

Get A Life - Shortsized!Reader working for Bruce Banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her. ☁️

Frank Adler

Disneyland - You and Frank take Mary to Disney ☁️

Put It On My Tab - Frank introduces Female Bartender!Reader and introduces her to his niece. ☁️

Andy Barber

What To Wear (Curvy!Reader) - Andy helps you find a shirt that fits for your date night. ☁️

Sparks Fly - Soulmate AU ☁️

You’re Sick (Blurb) ☁️

Our Home - Laurie shows up unannounced. 🌪☁️

Knock Knock - You surprise Andy at work. 🔥

Lloyd Hansen

You’re Not Sorry - You act like a brat but Lloyd is going to make you pay for it. 🔥🌪

Ari Levinson

I’ll Take Care of You - Ari is married to your sister but he has you on on his mind. 🔥

Neighbours - You get very friendly with your neighbour, Ari. 🔥

Ransom Drysdale

Good Bunny - Ransom wants to explore the hole God can’t see... 🔥

Liam Hemsworth

Nostalgia - You and Liam reunite but its a little different now. ☁️🌪

#chris evans fics #chris evans masterlist #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans fanfic #Chris Evans fandom #chris evans x reader

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