#neither ever said they were in a relationship and neither does the crew know

[morgana-larkin]

Hi!! I absolutely ADORE your writing!! This is my first request so please don’t get mad 🙏🏾🙏🏾!!

Long story short Melissa accidentally snaps on the reader and the reader ignores her for gives her blunt responses for the rest of the day and Melissa makes it up to her 😏😏

PSA: it doesn’t have to be smut!!! That’s just the first thing that came to mind!

Hi!! I’m so happy you love my writing! And anon never feel guilty about sending a prompt, I was not mad in the slightest. I had a lot of fun writing this and it honestly took me over a day as I kept getting distracted. And obviously I’m gonna include smut if you ask for it. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m still taking requests, I currently have 10 prompts to get too and 3 other pieces I’m doing, so please be patient if you send one!

Side note: don’t know if the gif fits but she looks so hot with that pen in her mouth 🫠

Make Up and Make Out

Warnings: feisty Mel, swearing, smut

Words: 3.5k

You and Melissa have been dating for 2 months now. While it’s still new, you know that you and Melissa love each other even if neither of you have said those 3 words yet. The Abbott crew knows, they were the ones that set you two up when they got tired that neither of you got your head out of your ass and asked the other one out.

It’s Friday morning and you're walking in through the doors of Abbott. You walk in and immediately see Melissa stomping angrily across the floor to her classroom. You decide to go and check on her and see what’s upsetting her.

You knock and open her door. “Melissa?” You say gently and she turns to look at you.

“What?” She bites out and you are taken back but you don’t take it personally.

“I came to check on you, you seem upset.” You tell her.

“I’m fine.” She grits out and you walk closer to her.

“You sure?” You press.

“Yes I’m fine, I just want to be left alone.” She tells you.

“You don’t seem fine.” You push. And Melissa is trying not to take her anger out on you but with everything going on and you keep pushing, her anger is rising.

“Y/n please leave. I want to be alone.” She spits out.

“Mel, if something is going on with you then I’m here for you.” You tell her and then Melissa explodes.

“Y/N! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE! DON’T YOU EVER LISTEN OR ARE YOU JUST STUPID!” She yells at you and you admit that it hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’ll let you be.” You tell her defeated and you look down at the ground as you leave her classroom.

As soon as you close her door, a couple tears spring to your eyes and you head to your own classroom which is down the hallway

Melissa silently stews in her classroom until the kids get there. She ran into Joe and his new wife this morning at the gas station. She seemed really happy with him, and it just reminded her of her marriage with him. She was happy at first too, and then it slowly declined. What if it happens again with you? She didn’t want to be with you due to her issues and feelings with relationships but after getting to know what it would be like to be with you, she couldn’t stay away. She’s thinking if maybe she should stay with you or let you go so you can go live your life with someone else that doesn’t have the issues she does.

The morning passes by and she’s seen you a few times in the hall but you ignored her every time. She knows she hurt you this morning when you came to check on her and she should apologise, but too many thoughts are swirling in her head, concerning you and your relationship.

At lunch in the break room, you walk in and get a coffee ready without even looking at Melissa and she sighs. You just get a coffee with your back turned to her, Melissa stands up and walks over to stand beside you.

“Y/n?” She says and you just glance at her before resuming what you were doing. “Can we talk after school at my place?” She says to you and you furrow your eyebrows. Is she really going to break up with you.

“I’m busy after school.” You tell her.

“With what?” She questions. You originally had plans tonight to see each other so she thought that might still happen.

“None of your business.” You bite out and she sighs.

“What about tomorrow?” She tries and you roll your eyes. You grab your lunch from the fridge, grab your coffee and leave. Leaving a hurt Melissa behind.

Once you get to your classroom, you close and lock your door. You then sit down at your desk and you sigh. You bring your knees up to your chest and you curl in on yourself.

The afternoon goes just how the morning went, everytime Melissa sees you and either waves or tries to talk to you, you ignore her.

When all the students leave, Melissa sits back in her chair and sighs. She’s worried that you guys aren’t going to last much longer and it’s all because of her. In that moment, she hears a knock at her door and she looks, hoping it’s you.

“Oh, hey Barb.” She says when she sees Barb standing there looking worried.

“Hey dear.” She says and enters, she closes the door and walks over to the redhead. “I’ve noticed some tension between you and y/n today.” She says and Melissa groans.

“I know, I yelled at her this morning by accident and she’s avoiding me and I don’t blame her.” Melissa says and covers her face with her hands.

“Why did you yell at her?” Barb says and brings one of the students chairs over to Melissa’s desk and sits on it.

“I ran into Joe and his new wife at the gas station this morning. She seemed really happy with him.” She says and removed her hands from her face

“I feel like there’s more to this.” Barb pushes. “Cause I doubt you still have feelings for Joe.”

“Ya there’s more. It made me think of how happy I was with him at first, before the problems started. And I thought, what if it happens with y/n too? Should I just back out now? And all those thoughts kept swirling around in my head and she saw that I was upset and came to check on me. She tried to get me to talk to her and I kept telling her to leave me alone, and when she didn’t, I snapped at her.” Melissa says and Barb looks at her, processing what Melissa just told her.

“Melissa, I know you know this but I think you need to hear it, y/n is not Joe. Your relationship with her is different than your relationship with Joe.”

“I know, and she’s so young Barb. What if I fuck her up the way that my marriage with Joe fucked me up?” Melissa says.

“Melissa I can’t give you what you need, I can’t give you reassurance because I don’t know the future. But maybe that’s a good thing. Why worry about the future when you should focus on the present.” Barb tells her.

“Easier said than done.” She says and sighs.

“I know. But answer this Melissa, do you want to lose y/n?” She asks and that catches Melissa off guard. She was thinking at the beginning of the day that maybe you’ll be better off without her but then she got upset when you started ignoring her. After getting a taste of what it would be like to not have you anymore today, she wants to stay with you. She hated that you ignored her today.

“No.” Is all Melissa says but it Barb knew how much thought Melissa put in to that answer.

“Then you need to apologise and explain.” She tells her.

“I want to do that right now but she said she has plans right now.” Melissa says and Barb chuckles.

“She lied, she has nothing going on.” Barb tells her.

“How do you know?”

“Because I ran into her on the way here and I asked her about her plans tonight and she said she’s staying home and possibly watch movies.” She tells her. And at that Melissa gets up and gathers her things.

“Thanks Barb.” Melissa tells her and she runs to her car.

Barb shakes her head and smiles. “I love those two but they can be such idiots.” She tells herself and then leaves to go home.

Melissa drives to your place and gets out and sprints to your door then knocks. You hear the knock but you don’t feel like getting up from the couch, so you ignore it.

Melissa thinks maybe you didn’t hear it so she knocks again but louder. You hear the louder knock and you get up as someone is here to talk to you and is willing to knock twice. You open the door and see Melissa there and your heartbeat speeds up. You think maybe she’s here to end things.

“Melissa.” You say.

“Hi, can I come in?” She asks.

“If you’re here to break up with me, I’d rather you just do it here.” You tell her.

“Well then luckily I’m not here to break up with you.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “I’m here to apologise for this morning and to explain what happened.” She says and you move to the side to let her in. She walks in and goes to your couch to sit down and you join her after closing the door.

“Ok, so what happened this morning then?” You ask and she takes a deep breath.

“I ran into Joe and his new wife this morning at the gas station.“ She starts and you put an arm on the top of the couch and lean your head on your hand and look at Melissa. “She looked happy with him, and it reminded me of when he and I were married. I was that happy as well, but only for a few years. And it made me think about us and what if it happens again like it did with Joe. I don’t have the best track record when it comes to relationships. A failed marriage and failed proposal isn’t something to brag about. I don’t want to ruin relationships for you either. I thought maybe it would be best if I let you go now and you could go live your best life without me.” She tells you and you look at her surprised. “Then when you went to check up on me, all those thoughts were spiralling and you kept pushing and I snapped and I’m sorry. When you were ignoring me today, I basically got a taste of life without you and I don’t want that life.” She tells you and then looks at your eyes. “I hope you still want to be with me, because I still want to be with you.” She tells you and you stare at her, mouth open.

“What if this happens again? And that time you actually break up with me?” You ask her and Melissa looks down with guilt, it was a fair question.

“I can’t promise you what you want to hear, I don’t know what’s going to happen, and it scares me too.” She looks up at you. “But right now I want to be with you. I love you.” She says and you look at her stunned. She said it, those 3 words.

“You love me?” You ask her and she nods.

“I do, I love you very much.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“I love you too.” You tell her and she looks at you shocked then she smiles. “And of course I want to stay with you.” You tell her and she beams.

She leans forward, she cups your cheek and she kisses you. You kiss her back immediately and you run your fingers through her beautiful ginger locks.

“Let me make it up to you. I want to show you how much I love you.” She tells you when she pulls back. You look at her a little breathless from the kiss and you nod. You two haven’t had sex yet as you were taking it slow. You couldn’t believe your luck today. It started out shitty but then she tells you she loves you and then wants to have sex.

She stands up and gets you to stand up too, then she picks you up bridal style and carries you to your bedroom. She places you on the bed, then straddles your lap and kisses you deeply.

She pulls your shirt up and you two break away from the kiss for a second then go right back to kissing. She snakes her hands to your back and unclips your bra, before she gets a chance, you take it off and throw it to the ground. Melissa laughs at your eagerness then pulls back to get a good look at you. She places her hands on you and touches you everywhere. “You have such a beautiful body.” She tells you and you smile.

“You’ve only seen half of it.”

“Ya, and I love what I’m seeing already.” She says to you and you blush. She then pushes you down and you lay on your back. She kisses your lips then she sneaks a kiss on your nose and forehead and you giggle. She then goes to one of your ears and licks and sucks on it. She then goes to your other ear and does the same thing, she wants both sides to get the same amount of attention.

After, she travels down to your neck, she kisses it and sucks in the middle and you gasp and arch your back. She ends up leaving 4 hickeys on your neck, 2 on each side, before travelling down to your chest. She leaves kisses all over your chest before putting a nipple in her mouth and sucking. While sucking and licking the nipple, she unbuttons your jeans, pulls the zipper down and sneaks her hand in your jeans and underwear. She pulls back from the nipple at the same time you gasp when her finger finds your clit. She then gets off the bed and takes off your remaining clothes, goes on her knees, pulls your body towards her and connects her mouth with your pussy.

“OMG!” You say. You’ve had sex before but for some reason many girls don’t want to do oral, which is a shame as it’s your favourite. You feel her smirk after you say that and you look down at her and she’s indeed smiling. She looks up with her eyes at you and sees you looking at her, and that’s when she decides to connect her tongue with your clit. You gasp and grab her hair, she moans as you grab and pull her hair a bit. The moan vibrates on your clit and you buck your hips, Melissa has to pin you down to stop you from moving. She doesn’t stop, she knows you’re close by the way you’re shaking. You come with a gasp seconds later and Melissa licks it all up.

She gets up and takes her shirt and pants off, then motions for you to move to the head of the bed, which you do. She then climbs on top of you and kisses your lips. You taste yourself on her and you moan and grab her head, deepening the kiss. Then she slips her tongue in and you lose all thought, except the thought of her. You reach her back and you unclip her bra and take it off. You want to feel all of her without clothing in the way. Once the bra is off you put your hands back on her back and feel all over, she has such soft skin and want to be able to feel it forever. You then migrate to her front and put your hands on her stomach and feel all of it and moan. You then move up and feel her neck then move down to her chest and cup her boobs. This time she moans and you begin playing with her nipples. You break apart from the kiss and Melissa can’t stop kissing you and moves down to kiss your neck.

“Hmm Melissa, please, I want your nipples in my mouth.” You tell her and she smiles. She knows you’re more of a breast girl as she’s caught you looking at her breasts more than her ass. She pulls away from your neck and slides up a bit so her boobs are in your face. You put one nipple in your mouth and put your hand on the boob and cup it while your other hand is playing with the other.

Melissa feels as you suck and move your tongue all over her nipple and she moans. Of course all her sexual partners that she’s had have always been interested in her boobs as they’re big. But all of them never really know how to properly use their mouth on them. But it seems you know exactly what to do to make her let out so many sounds. Then she realises that all her past partners also never did something else well and she wants you to try it.

Once you’re almost done with her second nipple, she speaks up. “My love, Amore?” She says and you pull back and you look at each other. “There’s something that I’ve always wanted to do and was wondering if you’d be interested.” She says and you look at her and smile.

“What is it?” You ask her and she bites her lip.

“Face sitting.” She says and you look at her.

“With you on someone’s face or someone on yours?” You ask.

“With me on someone’s face.” She says and looks down a bit embarrassed. You bring a hand to her chin and make her look up.

“What are you waiting for then? Come sit on my face.” You say excitedly and she beams.

“Really?”

“Ya, come on.” You tell her and she strips her underwear off then she moves up, grips the headboard and lowers herself on your mouth. Before she’s fully on she looks at you concerned.

“If you need air then like tap my leg 3 times or something.” She says and you nod.

She lowers herself fully and your tongue is immediately all over her entrance and she gasps. With your experienced tongue all over her pussy, it doesn’t take long until she’s grinding on your mouth. You have to hold her legs so she doesn’t block your air flow and you move to her clit. She’s moaning and gasping as you’re sucking and licking her clit so well and she’s starting to shake. She comes 10 seconds later and it all goes in your mouth and on your face.

She gets up and moves back down and kisses you. “Thank you.” She tells you.

“Of course.” You tell her and Melissa can tell that you’re turned on so much right now and moves her hand down to your entrance and pushes a finger in. You gasp and she starts sliding it in and out and then she adds another. She adds a thumb to your clit and you’re trying to grind but her body on yours is stopping you from moving. Then you realise her body is on yours, and you could move your thigh up straight to her core, so you do.

“Oh, fuck.” She says when your thigh is putting pressure on her core. “What are you doing?” She says and slows her movements down.

“Wanting you to grind on my leg.” You say and she raises her eyebrows at you.

“How about I can grind on your leg after I make you come?” She offers and you nod and lower your leg. She speeds up her movements and you’re moaning and gasping. Not too long after you come and she slows down before pulling out of you and she licks her fingers that were inside of you. She then moves to straddle her thigh and starts grinding on it as promised. You can’t help but stare at this beautiful woman, who’s also your girlfriend, grinding on your leg. You put your hands on her hips to help and you tense up your thigh to give her more pleasure. “Oh god, y/n.” She moans out and she brings one of your hands to her boob to get more pleasure and you put your other hand on her ass and cup a cheek. “Do I feel nice and wet on your thigh baby?” She asks you and the only thing you can do is nod as the rest of your brain power has fucked off. “Hmm, you make me so wet, you and that magical tongue of yours.” She gasps out and you smile. She comes seconds later and you feel it drop on your thigh.

She pulls off of you and grabs the Kleenex on your nightstand and cleans you both up. She then lays down beside you and you both catch your breath. She looks at you and sees you’re already staring at her and she opens her arms out with a “come here” and you go and cuddle into her.

“I’m still so sorry for snapping at you.” She tells you and you completely forgot about that.

“It’s ok, I forgive you. And honestly, I forgot about it.” You say and she giggles.

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[ganondoodle]

so, inspired by the warm welcome the captain received with that rough doodle i posted, i made an updated design for Ki'ita as well (basic and with clothes)

i removed the piercings she had bc considering that they spend the majority of their time in arctic waters i think having metal directly in your skin is a bad idea, no matter how thick your blubber is; i also gave her typical white markings a green hue bc ... i liked how it looked and makes them stand out a little more

(i will not repeat what i wrote on the post about the captain but wanted to add a bit of more info about Ki'ita herself)

(i dont have ALL of their backstory done yet but) the captain and Ki'ita worked together in another organization, one in which the father of the captains child also worked at, before being betrayed and barely managing to escape, after which the both of them founded their pirate crew (possible name is the Solar Pirates bc of their solar powered boat stuff); since the captain had her daughter shortly afterwards Ki'ita managed most of the organisational matters at first, including the construction of their base on an abandoned island they had initially fled to

over the years they invented the solar powered ships that allowed them to gain control over a large part of an important trade route, leaving normal ships (mostly) alone but attacking those of hunters and similar, rescuing demons and mutants, even some humans from them, most of which also join the crew and it quickly lead to them becoming their own little community

Ki'ita does not like to spend alot of time among large groups of people, no matter how much she cares about them, and her originally being from norther lands gave her the idea to explore, and if viable, do underground missions in those norther areas to disrupt the infrastructure the hunters had built in recent years and overall keep the crew informed about things that may otherwise stay hidden; with each of their travels her time absent from the base increased but the patience of the captain is wearing thin so its likely a serious talk is underway on Ki'itas third solo mission she nearly died due to entanglement in abandoned nets made by hunters from an unknown material that she could not break, the massive scars on her tail especially come from that, only surviving bc the date they were supposed to return to the crew had passed and the captain grew to worried about her and made the entire crew rush into an emergency search, including the captain herself and her toddler, who were not suited for the cold climate just like the rest of crew, taking a huge risk that Ki'ita still feels ashamed of for causing; they stayed within the base for a whole year afterwards, not just to recover but also as a silent apology, taking time preparing herself to ensure theyd not get into a situation like that again

(before departing on their next mission the captain gifted her a sword with the blade made from the material of the net, a wooden handle, bc of the cold, and a blue wrap around it reminiscent of the captains striking blue teeth; a reminder of what had happened, a means to defend herself when their strength and teeth are not enough, and also a promise to always return again)

the oldest members of the crew know Ki'ita well and treat her like an old friend, among the newer members she has more of a .. cryptic status, the mysteriously absent vice-captain who only appears every few months or so out of thin air, throws a big party, sleeps for a few days and then vanishes again, the only hint to when they will return soon again being the captain getting noticably grumpier

(OC art, Ki'ita, she/they)

[abibliophobiaa]

the boy is mine (luna’s edition)

i was tagged in @carolmunson’s blurb challenge, and here’s my fluffy little submission. i encourage everyone to join in, and you can find the guidelines here.

summary: an evening in at the trailer park with your boyfriend eddie munson. established relationship, eddie munson x f!reader. little suggestive, but no smut. just fluffy sweetness (1k words)

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It’s your favorite time of the day. When the sun starts to set across the sky. Pinks, purples, oranges and reds casting light against the new trailer you and Eddie purchased, spilling in through the billowing curtains in the living room. Eddie’s there on the couch, with a cozy cream knitted blanket over his thighs, one of his crew sock covered feet you bought him just last week poking out at the end.

He’s perfectly sun-kissed after a day spent walking in the park together after running errands, your hand in his, both of you simply basking in the springy Saturday sun. Dark hair spills out of a messy ponytail, curly strands tickling his shoulders and cheeks, though it seems he’s too invested in whatever he’s scribbling in his small notebook to care.

Its contents? You’re uncertain, but he’s been working for the past hour as you finished cleaning up an early dinner. Take out pizza, since neither of you were keen on cooking tonight, instead wanting to curl up together with a movie on the couch for a loved up night in. Said movie is calling your name as you drape your dish towel around the refrigerator handle, making sure to pluck two bottles of beer from within.

“Popcorn?” You call out, smiling to yourself when Eddie jumps a little on the couch, head lifting as those umber eyes meet yours.

“Sure, babe,” he says, smiling softly, “I’m almost done.”

“No rush,” you tell him, moving over to a cabinet to pull out a bowl, and a bag of M&Ms. “Candy?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

A laugh bubbles up from your lips as you shake your head, opening the microwave to grab the popped treat. “Today was perfect, huh?”

You smile to yourself as he hums in agreement, pouring the popcorn into the plastic bowl. Both are placed down onto your coffee table as you slip into the living area, your knee taking up residence to the left of one of Eddie’s hips, before the other joins on the other side, straddling the man.

“Whatcha writing?” you ask, trying to peer down at the notebook, just as he slams it shut.

Eddie tosses it behind him on the windowsill, head shaking, eyes a little wide and a little breathless at the suddenness of your arrival on his lap. “That’s private.”

You pout. “Private? From the woman you live with? Love with all your heart, soul, and might?”

“Hey,” he chuckles, thumb pressing beneath your bottom lip, wiggling it playfully, “none of that. You know I love you, but some things are personal.”

“Is that what you called shitting while I was in the shower the other da —”

“That was an emergency,” he clarifies, and you snort. Sobering, he adds, “It’s just — not ready yet.”

Fingers thumb at your thighs, shifting upward the sundress draped over his thighs now. Those dark eyes linger on your face, his free hand coming up to brush along your cheek, dragging your face down to meet his, your foreheads brushing. Every breath from his lungs puffs against your bottom lip, that tantalizing feeling of need you don’t think you’ll ever get used to with him making your insides liquify. Then again, it’s always been this way with him. A sense of peace and quiet in your soul. Of home, with his arms as your walls and his heart as a safe place to land.

“It’s a song…if you must know,” he says slowly against your lips, a dimple popping in his cheek, “about a major pain in my ass.”

“You should get that checked out,” you muse, heart pitter-pattering away at the notion he’s written a song about you, “might be serious.”

“It’s a permanent condition,” he sighs dramatically, though it’s tinged with a joyous laugh, “the only cure is constant exposure.”

“Your doctor needs to get their license revoked,” you tease, breaking off with a sigh in the back of your throat as he leans forward and kisses you deeply. Grapples at your hips and rolls you over him, swallowing the moan that bubbles in your throat at the feeling of him already hardening beneath you. “If you don’t stop, we’re going to have a problem.”

He grins up at you, finger pushing at the strap of your dress until it falls down one shoulder. Eddie leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to the bare skin there.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Distracting me!” You shove at him playfully, wiggling on his lap as deft fingers tickle at your sides, drawing you closer to his frame. A contented exhale spills from you, body leaning into his chest, letting his arms fold you in against a broad chest.

“You really wanna hear it?” he asks at the crown of your head, fingers tangling with yours in your lap.

“Please?”

“It’s rough,” he warns, reaching behind him to grasp the small notebook. “It’s also…not our normal style, so you better not tell the guys.”

You gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth. “Did Eddie Munson write me a love song?”

“Quit it or I won’t play it for you,” he snarks, but there’s no bite there, only love. Always love. So much so, you’re always overflowing with it. “Sit over there — yeah — okay.”

You drop down against the pillows piled high in the corner of your couch, the knitted blanket drawn up and over your thighs. And as the sun continues to set over Hawkins, you watch as the man who holds your heart pulls over his acoustic guitar, flipping the pages of his notebook to where he left off.

Sings in his smoky voice of a girl with sunshine in her hair and the stars in her eyes, of a girl who he calls home, the one his soul longs for, the person he finds rest in. His love.

With your heart in your throat and tears swimming in your eyes, you blurt out a broken, “I love you.”

He tugs you close, his heartbeat under your ear as he whispers back, “I love you most.”

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[holllandtrash]

disapproval | mick schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x leclerc!reader

request: "Mick Schumacher imagine where the reader is the youngest Leclerc. I live for overprotective brothers, so if you could include that. It doesn’t matter if it is a story or an Instagram au" word count: 2.6k warnings: none except kind of asshole brother charles so sry

You waited almost twenty minutes after the race started before sneaking out the back door of the Ferrari garage. Mick texted you saying ‘come by in 20’ but you figured 18 and a half minutes was close enough.

With all of the mechanics and pit crew focused on the race, you managed to make your way down to the Mercedes garage relatively unnoticed. You did receive a few questionable glances from the employees who did know you, but none of them said or did anything to stop you from opening up the door. Your VIP access pass was enough for you to do, for the most part, what you wanted

You shut the door quietly, not wanting to draw extra attention to yourself. You were a Leclerc in the Mercedes garage. Even if you knew next to nothing about the actual strategies or the game plan for the races, neither of the team principals would be too happy to see you in the competitions garage.

When you felt a hand on your waist, you jumped and gasped quietly, but when you heard Mick’s laugh you leaned into his touch.

“I said I’d meet you outside,” he whispered, pulling your back gently against his chest. Mick dropped his head and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Yeah, but you’re not supposed to leave the garage,” you pointed out. A loud cheer of excitement came from the pit crew when George overtook the car ahead of him and you pushed Mick closer into the corner, wanting to be as far out of the public eye as possible. 

“You’re sweet,” Mick traced his fingers over your jaw and turned your head to face him, his bright blue sent fireworks exploding in the pit of your stomach. It had been eight months with this man and he still made it feel as though you two were the only people to ever exist whenever he looked at you. 

You had started dating towards the end of the last season. Spending the break together was ideal and romantic and you had never been happier. Obviously, you both would have loved it if he was still driving this season, but being Mercedes’ race driver ensured that he would still be there every weekend.

There was only one issue. 

Your older brothers were still very sceptical about your relationship. Charles, especially. He, sometimes, respected Mick as a driver and when they raced, they got along fine, but you were his younger sister, his only sister. To him, no one would ever be good enough for you. 

That didn’t stop you, though. Mick made you happier than you’d ever been. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, chin resting on top of your head as the two of you watched the race play out in the garage. You could feel him wince whenever Lewis or George had a close encounter. And in return, he squeezed your sides gently when Charles had too much oversteer in the fifth corner and caused him to drop down a place. 

“I wish you were racing,” you whispered, raising your hand up to cup his cheek. Mick turned his head and kissed your palm. 

“No you don’t,” Mick chuckled. “Because then you’d have to choose between rooting for me or your brother.”

“Oh, definitely you,” the lack of hesitancy in your response made him laugh harder.

“Charles would never let you stand in his garage if you showed up in a shirt with my name on it.”

“Then I'd stand in your garage,” you shrugged your shoulders, your lips curled up into a sly smirk. 

“Sweetheart, I want him to like me. I don’t need him thinking of ways to send me to the grave every time I pass him in the paddock.”

“He does like you!” you retorted, but you could both hear the uncertainty in your tone. You could feel him sigh and you corrected yourself, “He likes you as a person, just not-”

“As your boyfriend.”

You turned around in his grasp, interlocking your fingers behind his neck. Mick’s soft smile had the ability to calm your nerves. It didn’t matter what your brothers thought about the two of you. As long as you had Mick, you were fine.

There was a screen right behind Mick’s head and your gaze darted it for a second, only to see that there were a handful of laps left. Charles had managed to get the lead back and unless there was a red flag in the next few minutes, there was a good chance he’d finish first. As his sister, you basically had to be there to celebrate. 

Mick could see what was going through your head and he raised his hand to your chin, gently pulling your attention back to him. 

“Call me later,” he told you. “We can get dinner.”

“If Charles wins, a bunch of drivers are going out. Arthur too and he’ll expect me to join them.” you said, remembering the plans that he and Carlos made earlier today. Honestly, they didn’t need an excuse to go clubbing, but if they had a reason to celebrate then all the better. “Please come.”

Mick didn’t like going out. You had figured that out pretty early on in your relationship. The club scene just wasn’t him. He’d so much rather stay in and order take out. His favorite nights were when the two of you would spend twenty minutes trying to figure out what movie to watch as the pizza got cold only to always settle on reruns of shows you’ve already seen.

But he loved you and saying no to you wasn’t something he could easily do. 

“Okay,” his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but as long as you were by his side tonight, he couldn’t complain.

You stood on your toes to kiss him, tuning out the rest of the garage, hell- the whole world, as his lips met yours. His grip on your waist tightened and it took everything in you not to pull him to the nearest washroom so you could have a bit more privacy.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. He squeezed your side again and repeated the words back. As he lowered his arms, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, instantly ignoring the texts from Arthur wondering where you had gone all race. 

A simple instagram story post would answer his questions.

You’d just have to remember to post a congratulations picture for Charles on your feed later, otherwise he’d be bitter. He wouldn’t come out and say it, but you’d know.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you assured Mick and he was quick to give you one last peck on your cheek before you headed out the back of the Mercedes garage. 

You showed up at Ferrari just as the pit crew was running across the pit lane to climb onto the fences, ready to show their support for Charles who would cross the finish line any second now. No one seemed to notice your disappearance.

Until you locked eyes with Arthur.

With his arms crossed against his chest, he slowly made his way over to you, eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for an explanation. 

“What?” You asked, turning your focus to the screen.

“You were at Mercedes?”

“For a bit, yeah,” you shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. “I was with Mick, why does it matter? It’s not like I'm needed here anyway.” You gestured around the nearly empty garage and when you looked up at your brother, you could tell he was ready to scold you. “Look, today is about Charles. Can we just save the talking to for another day? The last thing I need is for either of us to be in a pissy mood before we go out.”

As luck would have it, Charles turned the last corner and was heading down the track at full speed. The crowd was going wild, cheering on the Monegasque driver. It was deafening and you knew that you wouldn’t get a chance to personally congratulate him until later. 

You waited until he went to parc fermé before grabbing your bag and heading for the back door of the garage. Arthur grabbed your arm before you could go anywhere. He had this look on his face, assuming that you were on your way to see Mick again. 

“I’m going back to the hotel,” you assured him, yanking your wrist from his grasp. “I’d rather not get lost in a sea of people today, Arthur. Come and knock on my door when you guys are planning on leaving.”

A flash of regret crossed his face, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it came. He didn’t approve of your relationship either, but he also knew how happy Mick made you. The only one who actually seemed to be on yours and Mick's side was Lorenzo, but he wasn’t there to back you up today.

“Oh and I invited Mick to come out with us,” you flashed Arthur a cheeky grin, but you were already way out of the garage before he could even think about arguing with you.

A few hours, five shots and a spilled drink or two later, you found yourself in the middle of a conversation with Lando and Oscar. The three of you were tucked away in the back corner of the VIP section, sitting on the purple velvet couches while the majority of the other drivers were either dancing or at the bar. 

You were doubled over laughing at something Lando had said and your stomach was starting to cramp from how much the two McLaren drivers were making you laugh. The three of you were all struggling to catch your breath when the driver of the day showed up, 

“What is so funny?” Charles asked, nodding his head to instruct you to move over so he could squeeze in between you and Lando. 

What was so funny? 

“Lando-” you pointed at the Brit, but for the life of you could not remember what the joke was that had you breathless. You eventually shrugged, “You just had to be here.”

You reached for your drink that was on the table in front of you as your eyes scanned the crowded club. At the same time, Charles was watching you and there was no way for him to ignore the way your features softened when you locked eyes with Mick who was standing off to the side chatting with Daniel.

He sent a wink in your direction and even in the dim lighting, anyone who simply glanced your way would be able to see your cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“What do you see in him?” 

You snapped your head towards your brother, not a fan of his harsh tone. “I see everything in him. He means the world to me, Charles.”

“You barely know him,” Charles rolled his eyes and beside him, Lando and Oscar slowly inched away from your conversation. They both knew tensions were high when it came to your relationship.

“No, you barely know him,” you retorted. “You see him as a reserve driver for Mercedes and nothing else.”

“That’s not true, I also see him as an ex driver for Haas,” Charles argued back, earning a stifle of laughter from Oscar. You shot both him and your brother a glare before you stood up from the couch. 

“Trouduc,” you spat. Asshole.

“Hey, Y/N, come on,” Charles chuckled, reaching for your wrist before you could storm off. “I just think you could do better than Mick, is all. You have a habit of falling too hard too fast and I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Thanks for your concern,” the sarcasm dripped from your words and you firmly ripped your arm from his hold. He let go of you at the same time and the momentum sent you stumbling backwards. 

You were half expecting to lose your balance and hit the ground, but instead a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist before you could fall. You looked up to see Mick, eyeing you with concern. The second his line of sight darted towards Charles, it clicked in his head what had happened.

For months you tried desperately to get Charles to understand that you were happy and in love. You wanted your older brother to respect your relationship and actually support it, but it was starting to become draining. You were beginning to think he would just never approve.

“You alright?” Mick asked, and even though you nodded, he saw right through the act. He reached for your hand and squeezed it.

“Can we go?” You asked him, wondering why you didn’t take him up on his offer to just stay in tonight. 

Mick nodded and he started to pull you in the direction of the club doors. You only got a few feet away from the VIP section when he looked over his shoulder, presumably at where Charles was sitting.

“Mick,” you urged, tugging on his hand, “Let’s just go.” 

But he had stopped walking, “Give me one minute, okay?”

“No what are you-”

You couldn’t finish that question. Mick had already walked back towards the couch. You watched as Charles stood up when he approached, eyeing up the taller blonde. Mick had a few inches over Charles, but both of them were intimidating in stance. 

From where you stood, you couldn’t hear what you were saying, but you could see Mick’s muscle tense. You could make out the lines in Charles’ forehead. When Lando and Oscar stood up as well, you could tell they were getting ready to intervene if needed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cross the floor and get involved. 

And then Charles stepped closer. There was only a few inches of space between the two of them now and you were praying that they both cared about their careers enough to not do anything stupid. The last thing you needed was for this to turn into an altercation and blow up on twitter.

Lando said something to both of them and Charles looked over at you. Whatever Lando said was all it took for Mick to back off and make his way back to you. He grabbed your hand, linking your fingers together. You hated the scowl on his face. Mick was never angry. 

“What did you say to him?” You asked when you stepped outside. Mick pulled out his phone to order an uber, ignoring your question. You poked a finger against his chest, “Micky, what did you say to Charles?”

Mick sighed, sliding his phone in his pocket, “I told him that he had to get over himself and accept the fact that you and I are together.”

You raised your eyebrows, waiting to hear Charles’ response.

Reluctantly, he told you. “He said that eventually you’ll smarten up. You’ll realise that you can do a lot better than me.”

Charles’ words had gotten to Mick. You wanted to scream at your brother for being so blatantly disrespectful. 

“Don’t listen to him,” you said quietly. “He’s taking the whole protective older brother thing to the next level and he’s just being an ass.”

“He’ll never approve of us together.”

“I don’t need his approval,” you assured Mick. But you were both thinking the same thing. You didn't need his approval, but you definitely wanted it. You hated that your relationship with Mick was putting such a strain on your relationship with your family.

The uber pulled up and Mick opened the door for you, letting you slide in first. 

You rested your head on his shoulder, letting the silence fill the car ride. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and opened up Instagram. Mick chuckled when he saw what you were posting and you felt him smile against your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

The rest of your night with Mick was wholesome. You curled up into the hotel room bed and you put on reruns of an old sitcom, both of you pushing the interaction with Charles far from your minds.

It wasn't until you woke up the next morning and saw the dozens of notifications. Missed calls, tweet and texts. All of them drawing attention to the comment on your post from last night.

Your heart sank when you opened up the app and saw what Charles had commented in the early hours in the morning, probably when he was just getting back from the club, and most definitely too drunk to be on his phone.

You could only assume that he had meant to send the photo to one of his friends, or even Arthur, but instead in his drunken state, the intended private message ended up being a very public comment.

yourusername

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yourusername mon chéri🖤

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mickschumacher i don't speak french

yourusername use google translate dummy

paddockgf such cuties im obsessed🥹

sunshinelewis y/n leclerc is really out here living all of our dreams

charles_leclerc i reallt dont understand why they r together

yourbestfriend ... maybe because they're in love? try being supportive of your sister for a change landonorris too far charles, too far

You hurried to delete his comment, but at this point you knew half of the F1 media world had already seen it and the other half would hear about it before noon.

Your phone started to vibrate and you swallowed back a lump that had formed in your throat.

incoming call: charles

part 2 here part 3 here

requests are open

[shanksxbuggy]

do you have headcanons for buggy and shanks?

I’d say most of my headcanons are influenced by fan content and other people’s headcanons. I’ll see a headcanon or take and either be like yeah that’s cool or no that doesn’t seem right to me.

But since you got me thinking, I tried listing some that came to mind! Some of these are just silly or fun headcanons.

Buggy has advanced Observation Haki, and he does have the potential for Conqueror’s Haki, he’s just unaware of it and it only comes out occasionally and unconsciously. It makes him immune to other people’s Conqueror’s Haki as well.

Shanks can’t keep a stable relationship not because he’s a player, but because he’s a pretty shitty romantic partner. Shanks is a great friend and Captain to have, but as a boyfriend he will neglect you and make you do the legwork in the relationship. He needs someone like Buggy to pull him along and force him to pay attention. Buggy is the one who keep things afloat.

They genuinely tried to get over each other and move on after Loguetown. See other people and forget what was lost. But in the end, the first heartbreak between them was too strong, and neither could really get over it. They fucked over each other’s romantic prospects, unaware of what they did.

Shanks has had many offers of people willing to be his partner, to wait for him. But he could never make any promises because the moment Buggy ever came back into his life he’d drop anyone to go back to his old childhood love. 💔

Buggy used to be a pickpocket as a kid, and his obsession with stealing came from how he used to live on the streets.

Shanks used to believe all babies came from treasure chests. (Roger said it as a joke). Shanks believed it and thought he and Buggy could have their own treasure chest baby in the future. One day Rayleigh forced Roger to sit the boys down and drop the truth on them.

Since they were kids, Buggy was good at math and science, meanwhile Shanks barely knows his multiplication tables.

Their tastes are so different they love all the foods the other doesn’t like, so at meals they’re always eating off each other’s plates.

Shanks was closest to Roger, but Buggy was closer to Rayleigh and Scopper.

They we’re each other’s firsts in almost everything. Buggy first put out after the crew separated and that’s why he was especially pissed when Shanks gave up on their dream.

Shanks promised Roger before he died that he’ll take care of Buggy. He feels bad that he wasn’t able to keep his promise.

They collected every single one of each other’s bounty posters over the years. Buggy uses Shanks’ posters as target practice. Shanks keeps Buggy’s posters somewhere private where he can look at it by himself.

Buggy doesn’t give a shit about gender, he dresses how he wants. He’ll wear skirts, stockings, high heels, and of course he loves make up and accessories.

With Shanks down an arm, Buggy will just casually lend him an arm to help him with things. Pouring drinks, opening jars, helping clean and fold laundry, or even just to scratch his back. Buggy does it without thinking, and Shanks thinks it’s the sweetest thing anyone could do for him.

Shanks is obsessed with Buggy’s hair. He’ll run his fingers through it for as long as he can until Buggy shoves him away.

Buggy has drunkenly confessed to Shanks that if he had to choose a third for them, he’d choose Mihawk.

Buggy is a terrific dancer and he’s super flexible. He moves like a trainer acrobat. Shanks can do a jig but he’s not good at graceful dances like Buggy.

Buggy never wanted kids, but Uta is the exception. She’s a great performer like him, and he can teach her all of his showmanship skills. Buggy’s the type to say he hate kids, but once he actually gets one, he becomes wholeheartedly attached.

Shanks is not a frequent bather, meanwhile Buggy has a 15 step skincare, hair, and make up routine he does every morning. Buggy will forcibly drag Shanks to wash up so he doesn’t stink up the place.

Buggy is the breadwinner between the two. He brings in good money through his mercenary and weapons business and in general is good with finances. He supports Shanks who always seems to be barely escaping poverty.

They’ll fight and ‘divorce’ for the fiftieth time, but they’ll always come back to each other in the end. Shanks will re-propose after each breakup, and Buggy accepts it every time.

[acaaciia]

Site B

relationship: Gekko / Mateo x gn!reader

listed tags: slight angst, hurt/comfort, implied happy ending, semi established, confessions, one-shot

trigger warnings: wounds! blood! slight gore! gunshot wounds

synopsis: Gekko knew what he was signing up for when he first joined the Valorant Protocol, he knew there were risks to his job, but not like this, never like this, never you. 

“Stay together and stay alive. Remember, we’re just here to gain more intel” Harbor warned stepping off the helicopter and onto the drop site first, “I’m looking at you two." He directed his words toward you and Gekko. 

The rest of you followed Harbor off the aircraft, with your weapons in hand. Reyna was the first to lead the way as she scooped out the surrounding area. 

“Come on coach, you got the best crew in the house!” Gekko winked at you, nudging your shoulder with a giant grin.

You smiled in return, rolling your eyes at his antics, “He does have a point, somos los mejores.(1)” You agreed, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Orale!(2) That's what I’m talking about.” Gekko cheered, giving you a fist bump. 

Reyna rolled her eyes at the two of you, “We’ll round up again back here later, on my signal.” She declared, adjusting her gun with a stern look, “comprenden?(3)”

“Claro, Reyna.(4)” 

“You got it, Jefa.(5)” 

The four of you wished each other luck as you split into groups of two to cover more ground. You and Gekko were to explore ‘Site B’ while Reyna and Harbor would take care of ‘Site A’. The Valorant Protocol was investigating a number of locations today in an attempt to figure out where these mysterious shipments of Radianite were going to and from.  According to a mysterious tip, there were at least two locations that had active shipments moving in and out, but without a precise location, all active agents were split up to investigate the different suspected areas. It was a 50/50 shot that you would actually be the group to find the correct place. 

___

You and Gekko were perfectly synched up as you made your way towards Site B. You took the right end while he watched your left, the two of you were constantly focused on watching the other’s back. You both had grown to have an immense amount of trust in one another, having joined the Valorant Protocol at around the same time and being trained together frequently, it was inevitable that you would have formed a strong bond. 

When you weren’t training for the next mission, you two were constantly hanging out. If you wanted something to eat, suddenly it turned into a food run for two, or well six of you, if you counted his familiars. Whenever Gekko’s hair was in need of a touch up, you were the first one he called. And when either of you had nightmares due to your line of work, the two of you could always be found in either of your bedrooms, soothing the other till you fell asleep in each other's arms.

The two of you were practically conjoined at the hip and all of the other agents knew it too. Whenever they needed one of you, there was a guarantee that they would find the other as well, to them it was only a matter of time before you two would make it official. 

The two of you weren’t dumb either, you both had caught on to the longing looks you shared, early on. All the times you two had held hands under the table during team outings, rubbing each other's knuckles gently. All the subtle touches that sent shivers down your spine.

But nothing was ever made official. You never outright said that you had feelings for the Hispanic man, you never told him how the way he laughed would send your heart into failure. And neither did he. But maybe that was enough for you two, just knowing you could always count on the other to be there. 

The two of you made it to the surrounding area of Site B with no issues. You two had a perfect aerial view of the site and immediately spotted what you had been instructed to find. You both hid behind some crates while you made contact with the rest of your group. 

“We got eye’s on the target.” You stated over comms, while Gekko peeked around from where you two were hiding to get another look.

“Looks empty from up here,” Gekko imputed his own observations.  

“Great, Site A was a bust.” Harbor replied gruffly, “Proceed with caution until we can make our way there.” 

“You got it coach!” Gekko stood from where you two had been crouching, offering you a hand up which you gladly took, “You heard em’, vamanos.(6)” 

___

You both made it down to the entrance of Site B and the silence was killing you. It felt awfully too quiet for an area that was transporting something so important, it was too good to be true. 

“Dizzy’s up top.” Gekko called out, sending in the blue critter to confirm if it was safe for the two of you to enter. 

With no gun fire and no gurgles of danger from the creature, Gekko determined that it was clear, but your gut was screaming otherwise. Just as Gekko was about to take the lead in entering the area behind Dizzy but you pulled him back by the end of his sweater vest.

He paused in his steps, looking back at you, “Gekko…I don’t feel too good about this.” You expressed your concerns, “Maybe we should fall back for now and wait for the others.” 

He turned and took your hand from where it previously held onto his clothing, rubbing gentle circles on the back of your palm, “Estamos bien,(7) Dizzy confirmed it’s clear.” He reassured you. 

Although you were still unsure despite his reassurance, you decided to push your feelings behind you. Having faith in the confidence he held with his words, you hesitantly agreed, letting go of his hand as you ready your weapon. 

You entered B Site behind Gekko and kept guard as he retrieved Dizzy from where she spun out. Once she was settled, the two of you continued to ensure the area was clear. 

You made your way back to meet up with Gekko in the center of the shipment center once you had made sure your area was clear…or so you thought.

Your ears rang harshly making you disoriented, your body flung forward and roughly onto the ground without your approval. It all happened too fast and your mind was unable to focus on the area surrounding you and the warmth you felt flare up in your lower abdomen and in your calf. 

The noise felt deafened in your ears but you could still faintly hear your name being called out multiple times, followed by the sound of more gunshots firing above you. Finally, the noise ceased and you felt as though you could finally let your heavy eyelids rest for a bit.

One minute you were laying face-side down, the next, you were flipped onto your back carefully. Your eyes squinted in order to block out the harsh rays of the sun beating down on you until a buzzed, bright neon green head took its place. 

“Shit, shit!” Gekko exclaimed, looking down at your body that held multiple gun wounds. He quickly pulled his sweater over his head and turned it inside out. He cut off a piece and instructed Wingman to apply pressure on the wound on your calf, before applying pressure against your abdomen to keep the blood from gushing out from your wound. 

“Apuranse!(8) [Name]’s down.” Gekko called out with urgency, a series of curses flooding comms immediately. 

Gekko had always known what he was getting himself into when he first joined the Valorant Protocol; he knew the risks that came with his job. But not like this, never like this, never you. He never thought he’d grow to care for someone as much as he did you, but as he kneeled here, keeping his hands over your body with steady pressure. As the blood seeped through his sweater slowly, grazing the palms of his hands, dying them a deep crimson. 

He could only think of all the things he should’ve said earlier. All the times that he held you in his arms and didn’t come right out and shower you in the pet names he wished he had. All the moments you two had come inches away from sealing your first kiss that always managed to get interrupted. 

Maybe if he hadn’t insisted and listened to your gut feeling then maybe you two wouldn’t be in the position you were in. If he had just-

“Is it that bad?” You choked out, interrupting his thought process, swallowing the clot of blood that you could feel coming up from behind your throat. You already knew the answer to your question, but the silence between you two and the way his face was so stern and concerned, it was too much for you. It wasn’t a look that suited him. 

Gekko looked back at your face, trying to keep a smile, “Claro que no, carino(9) He reassured, the shakiness in his voice betraying him, “It’s nothing Sage can’t fix, but I need you to keep your eyes open for me, okay?” 

“Carino, huh? At least take me out to dinner first.” You joked, taking note of his slip up, trying to ease the tension before a small coughing fit ensued from you,”Mierda.”(10) 

“Tell you what, you stay alive, and the minute you’ve healed up I’ll take you out on a proper date. I’ll buy you the flowers you deserve and take you out to that sushi place you love.” He promised you, “No more sneaking around with this, yeah? I want everyone to know que eres mio.”(11) 

“I was thinking some Mierdonalds(12) and a movie, but I think I like your idea better.” You laughed, reaching up to cup his face and wipe the tears that had formed along the corners of his eyes.

Using what little strength you had, you pulled Gekko down for a chaste kiss. Pulling away, he kept his forehead against your own, while still maintaining a hand to your wound, “Te quiero muchisimo.”(13) He confessed. 

 Yo también te quiero.(14)

Here is the key for those who do not speak Spanish lol. It’s not proofread, so forgive my mistakes. 

1. Somos los mejores: We are the best.  2. Orale: Expression of approval/encouragement  3. Comprenden: Got it? 4. Claro: Of course 5. Jefa: Boss 6. Vamanos: Let’s go 7. Estamos bien: We’re okay 8. Apuranse: Hurry Up 9. Claro que no, Carino: Of coure not, dear/love 10. Mierda: Shit 11. Que eres mio: That you’re mine 12. Mierdonalds: Mierda + McDonalds, a play on words lol. (what my s/o calls it) ShitDonalds 13. Te quiero muchisimo: I love/care about you a lot.  14. Yo tambien te quiero: I love/care about you too. 

[fill-me-with-dirt]

Fnaf headcanons 💪💪

Disclaimer: I use a mix of game lore and book lore along with me just making shit up

William can not tell the difference between Charlie and Sammy

Michael grew his hair out and dyed it black to piss William off (it worked)

Michael has a different mother than Elizabeth and CC. She and William met and had Michael freshman year college and she left them when Michael was around 2

Henry is AUTISTIC and so is Charlie

Elizabeth adores Charlie and thinks they’re hanging out whenever Charlie babysits her

Michael liked gory/shock movies until the Bite. He can’t watch anything bloody/gory without being reminded of it

William knows fuck all about technology. Michael had to set up their vcr. The only reason he could make the sister location animatronics is by bastardizing Henry’s work

None of michaels friends ever spoke to him again after the bite

Henry became drinking heavily after Sammy’s death

After a particularly bad fight w William, Michael “ran away” to Henry’s house. This was when Henry started thinking maybe William isn’t a great person

Henry and Michael are both gay

Michael smoked a lot of weed as a teenager

Michael calls Freddy’s “freadbears” because he grew up with the diner while Charlie calls it Freddy’s because she grew up with Freddy fazbears

Fredbears family diner was shut down and rebranded after Sammy’s death

The Afton kids call Henry “uncle Henry” but Charlie calls William “mr. Afton”

Charlie does not like/trust William at all, she will do everything in her power to not be alone with him

William moved to the us from London for college. He naturally lost his accent pretty fast but he faked it for a long time because he thought it made him seem smarter

Michael is an avid reader

William can’t cook for shit. After Clara died all they ate was fast food and premade food until Henry found out and started feeding them.

Charlie is in stage crew every time there’s a school play/musical

Michael gets into fights at school constantly (including fighting someone for making fun of Charlie)

Michael never had a meaningful relationship after the bite of 87 because he figured everyone he cares about will die and it’s not worth getting close to someone just to lose them again.

Henry called both Michael and Charlie before he killed himself. Neither of them answered. He left them each a voice mail

William was so fucking mad when he found out about Chuck E. Cheese

Henry was widely blamed for the disappearances, even after it was proved that william did it, to the extent that people said his suicide was an admission of guilt and there were true crime documentaries that blamed him for it.

Henry found Williams journals and completely cut off william, going so far as to move to a new town. he never told the police what william did because he was afraid.

[kalofi]

an ode to luffy and zoro and the passage of time. i wrote this a while ago and recently edited it enough to feel comfortable posting here! it started as a relationship analysis then kind of got away from me, but i hope you enjoy my little thoughts and headcanons nonetheless

(will start under the cut)

they still fit

the thing about zolu is that their intrinsic understanding of one another allows them to communicate with each other without the use of actual words. which on one hand is like so romantic on its own bc goddam u love someone so much u know them or what they want just with a glance but on the other hand can also lead to problems bc. well as much as they know each other there are gonna be things that NEED to be said, but therein lies the problem. because they’re so used to not having to say anything that if a situation came where they ever had to actually explain themselves to the other i imagine it would not go very smoothly. because luffy is not really one to talk about highly emotional things and zoro is not one to talk in general. and that’s why they work bc neither of them cares for the whys or hows they just DO. sometimes, though, for things to work you HAVE TO TALK and they’re not used to that.

so like post timeskip when they’re reunited and still trying to get used to everyone being around again i’d imagine a lot of things would go unsaid between zoro and luffy bc they both had their fair share of things to deal with over the two years they were separated. luffy and impel down and marineford and ACE god. ace. and zoro and mihawk and his training and the baboons. monkeys. whatever. and they both have new scars that the other hasn’t seen and they’ve both grown in multiple ways and i think they both realize that they won’t fit like they used to. everything is different and new and it’s not BAD per say but it’s. weird. they don’t want to talk about it because they’ve never NEEDED to talk about it before and starting now would mean that they’ve changed, would make it real. but now it’s like there are so many things that they just don’t know about each other anymore and they don’t know how to feel about that.

it’s not horrendous and doesn’t impede on the group dynamic at first because they figure time will sort them out as it usually does, but i’d imagine their relationship does become a bit strained bc as much as they trust each other to do what they need to do, it’s hard to have full confidence in someone when you haven’t seen them in 2 years and feel like you don’t truly KNOW them anymore.

so they fight and they eat (more so on luffy’s part) and they nap (more so on zoro’s part) but there’s always this niggling feeling that something is not quite RIGHT. that they’ve all filled in the roles they were meant to just like always, but something hasn’t clicked yet. and the rest of the crew feel it too bc as normal as they act, zoro and luffy don’t have that sense of easiness around each other that they used to.

it’s like everything is back where it’s supposed to be, but they’ve grown too big for the holes they left to fill in two years ago. no matter how much they claw and dig, they’re stuck in these places that are meant to be theirs, but are small and uncomfortable and don’t quite manage to hold all that they are now.

i’d imagine that it’d eventually come to a head during battle, where luffy and zoro fall out of sync for the first time since. since EVER and it nearly costs someone their life and they KNOW that. everyone is fine in the end but the idea that them not understanding each other enough that it caused them to mess up when it really counted scares them.

and maybe it’s nami or maybe it’s sanji or maybe it’s all of them, everyone else, but they can’t take this weird in-between their captain and first mate have fallen into, so they put them somewhere, tell them to “FIGURE IT OUT.” and leave them.

and it’s quiet. all those times of ‘not having to say anything’ leave them scrambling in this moment, because now there are words that NEED to be said but they don’t know what or how to say them, and so they’re quiet. but luffy’s never been good with silence or stillness and so he does what luffy does best, meaning whatever he feels like in the moment.

he just scooches a bit closer, traces the scar bisecting zoro’s eye, and zoro lets him. doesn’t flinch or question it, just accepts his fate as he’s always done when it comes to his captain and allows luffy to do whatever he wants, because then it must be what zoro wants too.

then luffy places a palm on zoro’s chest, over the scar mihawk gave him two years ago (the scar that sealed zoro’s fate, tied him to luffy’s will forever) and follows it with his fingers, from collarbone down to where his haramaki prevents his hand from going any further. his gaze is pensive but tender, and his touch is so soft and fleeting—gentle in a way zoro didn’t know his captain could be.

he brings his hand back up to zoro’s chest and rests it over the swordsman’s heart, lets it stay there for a moment. luffy watches his own hand on zoro’s chest, as if trying to see through his skin to the heart that’s beating a steady rhythm underneath. zoro watches luffy through it all, so he catches the captain’s quiet smile, as if he’s content with what he’s found hidden between zoro’s ribcage.

luffy draws his hand back after a minute to place it over his own scarred chest (over the starburst pattern that carries deeper pain than just broken nerves and raw skin) and points at his eye, his scar crinkling up with the force of his grin.

“zoro! we match now!”

then he’s laughing that little shishishi of his that sounds mischievous and full of promise and so luffy that zoro can’t help but crack a smile of his own. he chuckles breathlessly, because having luffy smile at him freely once more—without that twinge of unsurety that he’s been sporting ever since they reunited—knocks something around in zoro’s lungs, pushes up up up into his throat and leaves him choking.

it’s love, he realizes. it’s always been love.

it had been driving zoro crazy, that smile that wasn’t really a smile. made him want to grab luffy and shake him by the shoulders, made him want to shout “WHAT IS IT? WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU TO STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?” because zoro really would have done whatever luffy had asked, if it meant things could go back to how they were. but he knew that was impossible and he knew it wasn’t his place to question, so he’d kept his mouth shut and felt a little piece of himself crumble off and die whenever luffy’s hand stalled right before making contact with him.

it was as if luffy didn’t know if he still had the permission to touch, like he didn’t know if zoro still wanted it.

and zoro did want it, he always does. he had really missed the familiarity and trust that came with his captain’s tactility. he simply didn’t know how to formulate the words, how to ask luffy for his hands without feeling just a little bit pathetic.

but none of that matters now because they are here and they are laughing and luffy feels weeks worth of tension slide off his shoulders. he feels his heavy heart snap back into place like his rubber limbs, pumping blood up to his cheeks and nose and maybe a bit too much to his brain too, because he feels lightheaded and airy and free, like he could float away any second. but it’s okay because zoro is wrapping his arms around him and neither of them are going anywhere.

they’ve gotten older and put on some pounds and muscle and scars since they last held each other like this, but that ‘something’ finally shifts and clicks into place and luffy finds his body still fits perfectly against zoro’s own. it’s as if they had been waiting for each other, had been learning and changing just so they could slide back into place even more snug than before.

he realizes that trying to force themselves to fit into those empty spaces they used to occupy two years ago would never work, doesn’t even know why they kept trying to make it, because they’re different now but that’s a GOOD thing.

the zoro and luffy of two years ago are dead and gone, buried six feet under their grief and anger and loss, but that doesn’t mean they can’t make new places for these new versions of themselves. they’ve grown and changed and that just means there’s more of them for the other to love.

everything’s not perfect, not yet. there’s still things they need to discuss, but it’s definitely a start and that’s better than anything to either of them right now. luffy looks and sees in zoro’s eyes that his swordsman feels the same way.

neither of them have to say it, but they know that things’re gonna be alright, and that’s more than enough.

[erin-bo-berin]

okay here’s an idea. this is definitely the messiest idea I’ve ever suggested Erin so please forgive me for my sins and as always please do not feel obligated to write this one. Much like Birthday Wishes, I kinda just thought this might entertain you and if you feel inspired to write it cool, but no pressure from me!

So reader and Steve are hanging out with the older crew, talking about relationships. Somehow it comes up that reader is talking about how Steve is pretty insatiable (likes to have a lot of sex). And Steve comes back with come on I know you like it just as much as I do.

So Steve and reader are getting in the car to head home and reader’s like I love our sex life but I could definitely last longer without than you can babe, and Steve takes the bet and the games begin!

Then there are a series of scenes with the reader and Steve teasing each other mercilessly starting subtle and getting increasingly less so. At some point Steve’s casually playing with reader’s nipples while they’re watching tv bc that’s a surefire way to get her going. Another time Steve’s restocking at Family Video and reader does *something* and then just leaves him hanging with a boner as he groans/yells “that was definitely cheating!” as she walks out the store all smug.

Eventually they are both desperate to end the bet. Maybe they’re out at a picnic with the group, doing all these little things or making comments to push the other one over the edge. Reader casually takes off her sweatshirt and surprise! she’s sporting a particularly tight/low top (it’s boobies!). Steve’s got on the tightest jeans known to man (and as we know bro is caked up and I dunno maybe he takes off his shirt and gives us some chest action? idk) and at some point neither of them can take it anymore and Steve’s finally like OK we need to leave right now.

His hand is playing with her even as he’s driving them furiously home. And the minute the car stops they’re on each other, tearing their clothes off as they stumble into the house, making out but neither one wants to be the one to actually verbally give up, and it escalates until finally they both admit they’re done with this and do. the. deed. Aaaand the resultant Os are like way stronger than normal bc it’s been a bit. (And maybe the reader’s like first you’re eating me out and then you’re going to cum inside of me and you’re going to stay there until I say otherwise. but this part’s totally up to you Erin, you know what you’re doing.)

*pants* oof. happy friday 💕☄️

How can one manage to top writing something that fits your amazing ideas, comet? Like??? I still don’t feel like I do them justice!

BUT LETS GOOO—you asked for messy and it’s messy.

Also, you asked for some chest action, I’m using this gif (let’s pretend he’s not injured okay? Okay!)😏

The Bet

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut

“I swear, this one girl I dated kept me up for two days straight,” Eddie said, nodding enthusiastically, “We practically had sex for 48 hours. I’m amazed my dick didn’t fall off!”

You rolled your eyes, groaning, exchanging looks with your friends Nancy and Robin.

While hanging out with your group of friends—the aforementioned ladies, Eddie and your boyfriend Steve—the casual, safe topic of relationship stories somehow morphed into sex stories. At least crazy, most likely exaggerated ones from Eddie, at least.

“Dude, your dick would fall off if you were in a girl for that long,” Steve said, sipping his beer.

“Or else it would’ve just turned all pruny like your fingers and toes do when you’re in the bath too long,” Robin said, casually.

How were you friends with these people? And dating one of them, at that?

All exasperation aside, you did love your friends and your boyfriend, but the things that were said when the five of you got together tended to be on the outrageous side.

“What about you?” you asked, turning to Nancy, “Jonathan ever give you any crazy sex stories that you’d like to share?”

Jonathan—Nancy’s boyfriend, who also tended to hang out with the group—had had to work and couldn’t make it today. You’re sure he’d be relieved to know the things he missed hearing. You actually envied him for a bit after the wild stories Eddie had spewed.

“Not unless you count wanting me to lick maple syrup off his-”

“More than I needed to know!” you hollered, waving your hands in front of your face.

“Y/N won’t be able to look him in the eye for a month now,” Steve chuckled.

“You asked,” Nancy smirked.

“Did I mention this one girl I hooked up with that came prepared?” Eddie smirked, downing the rest of his beer, “I’m talking she had fucking bows on her nipples and had my name written on her ass.”

Steve hooted with laughter and you gaped at Eddie. Honestly, you wouldn’t doubt that these stories were true as he was willing to try almost anything in bed, at least once—his words, not yours.

“To think, I could’ve gone my entire life without having heard that story,” Robin sighed wistfully.

“I don’t hear any wild stories coming from your direction, Y/N,” Nancy raised an amused brow.

“Oh no, I am not starting on that topic,” you said adamantly, shaking your head.

“What? We have plenty of great stories!” Steve huffed.

“I didn’t say we didn’t,” you grinned.

“C’mon,” Eddie urged, sitting forward with his arms on his knees, “Dish the dirt on Harrington. I wanna hear.”

You grinned slyly, knowing Steve had no idea what was about to hit him.

“Well, to begin with, I think he’s part bunny.”

Steve blinked, clearly not expecting that kind of comment. The others, sensing your train of thought wore identical amused expressions.

“You think that one girl you dated was bad?” you nodded to Eddie, referring to the story from earlier, “He’d go for 48 hours too if I’d let him. He’s like the damn Energizer Bunny.”

Robin and Nancy were full on losing it now and Eddie was trying hard to fight the laughter that was making his lips twitch.

“He’s insatiable, I swear. If you introduced him to rabbits, I’m sure they’d look at him in amazement.”

That sent Nancy and Robin into another fit of laughter while Steve sat, mouth opening and closing like he didn’t know what to say. Eddie’s amusement shone in his eyes as he glanced at Steve.

“Don’t break her now, you hear?” Eddie laughed.

Steve’s cheeks were a light shade of pink that made you giggle.

“I can’t help it that I happen to love sex with Y/N. So sue me,” he mumbled, a small grin on his lips.

“I didn’t say I was complaining, I’m just stating facts,” you smiled, pecking his rosy tinted cheek sweetly.

“Energizer Bunny!” Robin sputtered out, launching the two girls into another round of stomach holding laughter.

“She’s never gonna let me live that one down,” Steve sighed, glancing sideways at you.

“Aw babe, but you’re my Energizer Bunny,” you smirked, poking his cheek.

He responded with an eye roll and draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

Robin and Nancy had calmed down by now, but there were actual tears streaming down Robin’s face from laughing so hard. When she could finally speak properly, she directed her comment at you.

“Sounds like a good problem to have.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I love our sex life,” you said, motioning between you and Steve, “But I could go a lot longer than he could without sex.”

“Hey, that’s not true!” Steve exclaimed as you turned in his arm, amused.

He pulled his arm back, something sparking in his eyes. Maybe intrigue.

“Please I could hold out longer than you,” he challenged.

“Don’t kid yourself babe,” you patted his arm mockingly, “We both know I could last longer.”

“You want a bet?”

Oh, that was intrigue and challenge in his eyes.

“Anyone want to make a side bet on these two?” Eddie joked.

You ignored him.

“What’s the terms?” you narrowed your eyes, up for the challenge.

“Whoever can go the longest without sex, wins,” Steve stated, plainly.

“Wins what?” you asked.

“Whatever the other wants,” he shrugged, “I’ll let you know when I win.”

“Pft. You’re on.”

You shook on it and watched your three friends exchange an array of amused glances. But it was Eddie that voiced what they were all certainly thinking.

“They’re not gonna last a day.”

•

Oh, the bet was still going on, even 24 hours later.

You were actually impressed that Steve hadn’t caved by now. But he kept surprising you.

You both had been up for the challenge, but that didn’t mean it didn’t come with a bit of teasing from both sides. It started out seemingly innocent with gentle, lingering touches.

Steve’s hand gently stroking your waist, your hand lingering on his chest a moment longer than necessary. Your hand casually finding his thigh at a random moment, his fingers caressing your own thigh, in rebellion.

Neither one of you caved.

So, the teasing continued, just amped up a bit.

Your eyes narrowed when by day three, he walked out of the bathroom, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, beads of water falling from his damp hair, down his chest. Obviously, this was a sight you saw every day, but today, you could smell its nefarious motives.

Was it just you or was his towel dangerously loose?

“This isn’t going to work, you know,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“What? Me getting dressed?”

He mocked confusion, looking at you with creased brows, right at the moment he dropped the towel.

Your eyes immediately went south. Even when he wasn’t hard, your body reacted to him. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his fully naked body in front of you.

“Oops, sorry. Towel must’ve slipped,” he shrugged nonchalantly as he bent to pick it up, wrapping it back around his waist before walking to the closet.

Your eyes followed his every movement, the sight still fresh in your mind. But he was not going to win with that cute trick.

“Nice try, Steve, but I’m not giving in first.”

He glanced over his shoulder as he pulled on his boxers, then the pair of pants he’d selected for the day, blinking innocently.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe.”

He wasn’t going to get by with that little stunt though; you still had plenty of tricks up your own sleeve.

•

“Babe! I’m home!” you heard Steve call, later that afternoon, his shift at Family Video over.

“In the bedroom!” you called, smirking to yourself as you set up the scene.

You were in a sage green satin nightgown that barely covered your underwear. Its two spaghetti straps were thin and almost invisible on your shoulders, the neckline low and revealing enough cleavage to be sexy. At the center, where the cups of the top met was a bow, the same sage as the rest of the nightgown. The trim of it, that barely reached the tops of your thighs was lacy and delicate.

You had your leg up on the bed and you pumped a bit of lotion into your hands before bending over and beginning to rub it into your skin. You made sure the curtain of your hair hid your smirk as you heard Steve’s steps approach.

“Man, it was a long day. Robin made me-”

You heard him stop, figuratively and literally, in the doorway, you finally in his sight.

You looked up, the picture of innocence and smiled at him.

“Oh hey, honey. Tough day at work, you said?”

Now it was his turn to look suspicious.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, eyes glued to you.

“Just getting ready for bed,” you shrugged, switching legs and beginning to rub lotion into the opposite one.

“It’s 4 pm, Y/N.”

“Oh? Is it? Well I thought I’d jump into the shower before you got home and get comfy before I started dinner.”

You felt his gaze rake over you, starting at your legs and gliding upwards. You heard him mumble obscenities under his breath as he stomped to the bathroom.

Next thing you knew, you heard the shower running. You burst out laughing, imagining Steve shivering in a cold shower, too stubborn to lose the bet.

Now, you were even.

•

Steve’s retaliation came quickly, though.

You’d stayed in your nightgown, but had thrown a white silk robe over it after you’d gotten too chilly parading around half naked.

Dinner had been uneventful, but pleasant, just spending time with one another while enjoying your smoked salmon, twice baked potatoes and rosemary honey roasted vegetables. After you’d rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher to run later, you’d joined Steve on the couch with your book.

He was currently sucked into some show on TV, so you curled up next to him, content to just get some reading done. At some point, you’d ended up with your head on his chest and one of his arms wrapped around you, him still engrossed in TV and you, in your book.

It wasn’t unusual for you to feel his absentminded touches, even when his full attention wasn’t on you. But you definitely didn’t miss it this time when you felt his thumb stroking the side of your boob. Your eyes halted on the sentence you’d been on as you glanced toward his hand.

Deciding to try and ignore it, you attempted to return to your fictional world. It got more difficult to concentrate though as his stroking fingers got closer and soon you felt his index finger running circles around your nipple, without actually touching it.

You couldn’t help your body’s instant reaction. The way his touch sent little bursts of electricity through your body, straight for your core where your traitorous clit started throbbing. You had to bite back a moan when you felt the tip of his finger flick your nipple through the thin material of your nightgown.

You felt it harden under his touch, betraying your arousal. But just because your body was giving you away, didn’t mean you were going to give in. You knew Steve well enough to know that he knew exactly what he was doing right now.

“Steve,” you said, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

“Hmm?” he answered, maintaining his distracted demeanor.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” he asked, purposely pinching your nipple lightly between his fingertips.

You inhaled sharply before swatting his hand away.

“That,” you indicated, pointing to his hand.

His smirk grew as you sat up, his eyes falling to your chest where you knew, good and well, he could see your nipples peaked through the satin of the nightgown.

“Ready to give up yet?” he asked, eyes glimmering, brow raised.

“Not a chance,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the betrayal of your body.

Even though every fiber of your being screamed in desire for him, your brain would not let you give in.

“I still have plenty more endurance than you do, Steve,” you huffed.

You grabbed your book, situating yourself at the other end of the couch, far away from his tempting touch. He just gave a delighted laugh at your reaction, watching you.

“We’ll see, baby. We’ll see.”

•

You were getting the asshole back for sure.

So far, the score was now Steve: 3, You: 1. In a double sneak attack this morning, he’d attempted to break you again. It didn’t work, but man, it had taken a bit more self control.

It was another usual morning, you awake early to see Steve off for his early shift at Family Video. You sat in bed, sipping your cup of coffee and curled up in the covers, back against the headboard.

Usually you just chatted with him while he got ready, read or even halfway paid attention to something on the TV in the bedroom. This morning, he’d made sure your eyes were on him.

Although he’d already pulled the little towel stunt, it didn’t escape your attention how by the time he’d exited the bathroom, he’d already pulled on boxers. Even more baffling was when he went straight to the dresser mirror, preparing to do his hair. Something he never did until after his clothes were on. Heaven forbid one piece of hair would fall out of place whilst pulling on a shirt.

But today, as he ran his fingers through his still damp hair, tousling the strands, your eyes stayed glued to him. Especially the way the muscles in his back rippled since you knew just how they felt under your fingertips when he was on top of you, thrusting hard into you. Your eyes roamed the constellation of freckles and moles over his skin, ones that you may have licked a path over, once or twice before, driving him wild.

It got even worse when his Farrah Fawcett spray came out. His arms were raised, one hand manipulating his hair to swoop to one side while the other sprayed the hairspray onto his locks. But your eyes zeroed in on his toned biceps and you had to mentally stop yourself from drooling. The amount of times those strong arms had held you down or against a wall, the way your fingers had gripped them while he made you feel such glorious sensations.

You had to mumble an excuse about getting more coffee before you did something stupid like jump him right then and there. As you clambered out of bed, the fact that your coffee mug was still three-fourths of the way full wasn’t lost on you.

You swore you heard him snickering as you’d sprinted out of the room.

Steve wasn’t above getting dirty, so that meant you wouldn’t be either. It was time to get a bit more creative and bring on the heat.

Which is why you thought a little surprise visit to Family Video for lunch was much needed.

“Hey Y/N!” Robin called, face brightening when she saw you walk in, “This is a pleasant surprise.”

“Thought I’d bring you and Steve some lunch in case you haven’t eaten already,” you said, holding up two brown bags, “Turkey, double Pepper-Jack cheese with jalapeños like always?”

“You are the best,” she beamed, snatching her special made sandwich that she’d always request from you.

“As long as it’s you with the heartburn, not me,” you chuckled, “Where’s Steve?”

“In the back, sorting the new inventory. Want me to go get him?” she asked.

“No, that’s okay. I can take his sandwich to him.”

Robin had already pulled out her sandwich and taken a bite before you’d even moved. She spoke before you had a chance to leave though.

“So, how’s that bet going? Is it still going on?” she smirked.

“Oh, it sure is. I’m not planning on losing.”

She eyed you suspiciously.

“This isn’t just a typical lunch visit and a sandwich, is it?”

“You know me well,” you grinned, deviously.

“Poor Steve,” she sighed dramatically, “He doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You’re damn right,” you snickered as you headed to the back.

You found Steve unloading a box of new rental tapes, shelving them.

“Hey, you. I brought you lunch.”

He turned, smiling at you.

“Thank God. I swear Robin could hear my stomach growling from out front,” Steve laughed, taking his paper bag, pulling you into a quick kiss.

“How’s it going?” you asked, leaning in the doorway.

“The usual,” he said.

“Sit down and take a minute to eat, I can put these away if you want me to,” you offered.

He nodded, pointing to the shelf where he’d been putting the tapes.

You grabbed a pile, putting them up as you both chatted during his lunch break. When it was about over, you picked up one tape, purposely knowing it was too high for you to put away.

You stood on tip toes, making sure you were positioned so Steve could see your shirt ride up, exposing just a sliver of your back as you attempted to place the VHS on the shelf.

“Here, I got it.”

You didn’t miss the gruffness of his voice, making you fully aware that he’d noticed the flash of exposed skin. But you weren’t nearly through yet.

He took the tape, reaching over you to place it in its proper spot. You thanked him, turning around to face him.

“Hey Steve, do you know what I would be saying if I let you take me right now? Here against the wall in the back room?” your voice had dropped to a whisper, a finger running down the center of his chest.

His eyes were lidded as he looked down at you, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“What?” he whispered roughly.

You bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes before you leaned closer to him, voice so low that even anyone nearby wouldn’t have been able to hear you.

“I’d say: Hurry, Steve. I need to cum.”

You definitely didn’t miss the rumble of his groan from deep within his chest nor the arousal that had quickly formed a problem in his pants. You pulled away smugly, kissing his cheek and letting him know you’d see him later.

“That’s definitely cheating!” he hollered after you.

Robin practically choked on her sandwich, having no idea what exactly you’d done, but amused by it all the same. You chuckled at her comment as you left Family Video.

“I swear, this is better than television.”

•

It had been an entire week. You were amazed this little bet had lasted so long, but a part of you was having fun.

You were coming up with new ways to tease Steve and he providing new ways to torment you. Honestly, you’d expected him to cave a lot earlier, but he was still going strong. Although, strong might be stretching it.

You were both weakening, little by little, but you weren’t done messing with each other. The teasing didn’t ease up any, even around your friends. Just last night, when you’d had dinner out with the usual group of friends, the games continued between you two.

Since you were a rather larger group, you and your friends typically took up two tables towards the back of the diner, giving some semblance of privacy to the noisy crowd. Although there were plenty of chairs, you’d opted to sit in Steve’s lap after everyone ate and some were enjoying milkshakes for dessert, you being one of them.

You shifted purposely in his lap as if trying to get comfortable, even though you already had been. You knew it was pure torture for him to feel your ass rubbing against his crotch and you felt his hardening cock beneath you only moments later. You hid your smirk as you dipped your head to take another sip of your milkshake.

His arm was around your waist, but he pulled you close to murmur in your ear. It was already loud in the diner, your crew adding to the loud volume, so there was no danger in anyone overhearing his words. But, he knew what he was doing, whispering huskily in your ear.

“Keep doing that and I’m gonna end up cumming in my pants.”

You turned to him, smile sweet as sugar.

“Well at least you’ll release some of that tension, hm?”

You didn’t miss the glare he gave you, or the desire that blew his pupils wide. He hadn’t given in yet, but you were going to make sure he would, soon.

He didn’t let you off easily, either. In the dark parking lot, when everyone was saying their goodbyes and hanging around to chat a little bit more, Steve pulled you close.

In the darkness of the night, none of your friends saw what he was truly doing other than what appeared to be leaning down and kissing your cheek.

Instead, he licked the outer shell of your ear, teeth sinking gently into your earlobe as he pressed his hard erection into your ass, grinding it against you.

“See what you do to me baby? If I could, I’d strip you naked right now and take you against the hood of my car.”

His whispered words sent a rush of heat between your thighs and you held back a groan. The more you’d teased one another, the hornier you’d gotten. A part of you really wanted to tell him to fuck it and fuck you.

He took your silence and your gaping jaw as proof enough that he’d won this round.

Touché Steve, touché.

•

The ball was in your court now and as desperate as you were, as wound tight as you’d gotten, your stubbornness wouldn’t allow you to give in—not yet.

You were horny as fuck for Steve by now, but the only rational thought you had was to make him give in, that way you could end up having sex anyway.

Your next trick involved a simple ice cream cone. Seeming innocuous enough, you didn’t miss how his eyes trailed your tongue and mouth as you licked it seductively in front of him, putting on a damn good show.

You made it as convincing as possible, pretending it was his dick you were licking and sucking, torturing him as much as this little exercise was. When he stood from the kitchen table to announce he was going for a run, you looked at him, amused.

“You don’t run,” you said.

“Yeah, well I’m taking it up now,” he grumbled as slammed the door behind him, off to rid himself of the sexual tension he was clearly feeling.

How he was managing to hold out so long was beyond you, but you still had a few last things to try before you admitted defeat and jumped his bones.

•

It was just passing comments you made, but you saw how it got him going and in turn, that aroused you. It had become a sick game between you two—although it really wasn’t harming anyone, it certainly amped up the desire.

It seemed it had morphed from who could go the longest without—although that was still the ultimate goal—into who could make the other the most desperate.

“What do you think?” you asked nonchalantly, as you stirred pasta sauce at the stove, “Is the table sturdy enough for you to bend me over it?”

Nancy and Robin were coming over later to have a girls’ night of pasta and rom-coms. Steve, who had to be up early for work the next day was planning on going to bed early and leaving the three of you to your night together. That didn’t stop you from throwing in a few teasing remarks for his sake while you prepared the food, though.

“You wanna know what I think?”

You heard the table chair scrape back, indicating he had gotten up abruptly from where he was sitting, perusing the paper. You felt rough hands on your hips as he jerked you backwards into him, arms snaking around your waist.

“When you finally decide to give in and let me fuck you properly, I’m going to make you cum six ways to Sunday,” he partially growled, your body tensing and desire coursing through your veins.

“Oh?” was all you could managed, your throat raspy and chest heaving.

Your mind went wild with thoughts of him between your legs, making you ache for him so badly. You were so damn close to giving in and he knew it.

“Sweetheart, that’s a promise.”

-

It was later when you, Nancy and Robin were settled with identical plates of pasta, preparing to start the first movie that you heard Steve call your name from the bedroom.

“Sorry, I thought he was asleep already,” you apologized to the two, “He probably just can’t find the new tube of toothpaste or something.”

You rolled your eyes endearingly , telling them you’d be right back as you set your plate on the coffee table, getting up to head to the bedroom. You were confused when you saw him sitting on his side of the bed at the edge, flipping through channels on the TV.

“You need something?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah. C’mere,” he motioned with his hand.

When you were in reaching distance, he pulled you close by your waist, pulling you down to him, kissing you hard. His hands slid to your ass, gripping it as he kissed you passionately.

His mouth moved quickly against yours, tongue entwining with your own, some of his pent up frustrations—yours as well—being unleashed in the kiss. Your hand had moved into his hair as you kissed him back, practically ready to crawl into his lap and grind against him while he palmed your ass and guided your hips to move against his.

But, to your surprise, he pulled away, looking completely composed and calm. You heart was beating wildly in time with your aching clit who’d had the stupid idea that you were finally getting some action. His hands left your ass as well, as if they’d never been there all while giving you a sinful smile, pearly whites showing and all.

“Now be a good girl and make sure your guests don’t get lonely, hm?” he smirked, “Have fun, baby.”

You stumbled off in a daze, wondering how the hell he had managed to not be as worked up by that single kiss as you’d been.

Little did you know, he had been.

Soon enough, everything would to come to a head and all it would take would be one end of summer bash.

•

You’d both had made it to the two week mark—practically a record for you and Steve. Although, something told you when the bet was over, he wasn’t letting you leave bed for a week straight.

By now, you were strung so tight that you could rival a guitar string. Obviously, the moment you decided you wanted to give in to Steve had to be at the worst possible time. You and he were currently with all your mutual friends, so it wasn’t like you could do anything here. Though you desperately, desperately wanted to.

Joyce and Mrs. Wheeler were hosting an end of summer bash at the Wheeler’s house, in their spacious backyard. There was grilled hot dogs and hamburgers, an array of desserts and a good time with friends.

The six younger teens—Mike, Dustin, Will, Max, Lucas and El—were all there, along with Lucas’ younger sister Erica, who was an unofficial part of the group. Nancy, Jonathan, Robin and Eddie were also there, along with both Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler, Holly and Joyce and Hopper. There were way too many eyes around, but that didn’t exactly stop you from subtle teasing.

It was still warm out, being the last days of summer and you’d donned a sundress that was low cut enough to sneakily taunt your boyfriend. It’d worked on him extremely well as he couldn’t stop his eyes from falling to your chest, trying hard not to imagine freeing them from that dress and sucking and kissing them. He really didn’t need a boner in the middle of a family friendly barbecue.

Apparently, great minds thought alike because he’d purposely picked his tightest pair of Levi’s to wear today and he felt a surge of pride at his choice every time he’d caught you checking him out throughout the afternoon. You were a tough nut to crack though and had yet to give into his teasing. Though he wanted nothing more than to have his way with you, he held out, curious to see just how far this could go.

You were relentless and sneaky, still managing to rile him up, even amidst the group of friends. After his stunt last week when Nancy and Robin had been over, he probably deserved it.

“You two still have that bet going on?” Eddie asked, mouth agape.

“Yup,” you answered, taking a bite of your banana pudding.

“Wait. How long has it been?” Jonathan asked, having been filled in by Nancy.

“Too long,” Steve grumbled causing Eddie to hoot with laughter.

“Two weeks,” you responded.

Both you and Steve watched in confusion as both Eddie and Jonathan pulled out their wallets, each grabbing five dollars, passing it to Robin.

“What’s this?” you asked, motioning to the money being passed over.

“Robin bet us five bucks each that you’d last more than a week,” Eddie shrugged.

“You had a side bet on us?” Steve asked, appalled.

“Sorry man. I didn’t think you’d last the first day,” Eddie smirked.

“What can I say?” Robin shrugged, “I know him well. He can be a stubborn shit when he wants to be.”

While this conversation happened, your bare foot had found its way out of your sandal and into Steve’s lap. You were thankful for the cover of the picnic table as your foot rubbed his knee and thigh, seemingly inconspicuously, until you moved ever so slightly to the left. It rubbed against the crotch of his jeans as you innocently ate your dessert. Steve almost choked though, causing you to grin behind your spoon.

You returned his glare with a bright smile, enjoying torturing him. He wasn’t going to let you get away with that, you know knew that for sure. You certainly didn’t miss the way he had to rearrange himself as discreetly as possible, when he stood to play a game of Frisbee with the younger kids.

You sat with the older teens at the picnic table and turned so your back was pressed against the table to watch the game.

“Hold that thought,” Steve said, “It’s a little hot out here don’t you think?”

You glowered in his direction as he pulled off his shirt, exposing his bare chest. He tossed his shirt towards you.

“Mind holding that for me, babe? Thanks!” he hollered, running off.

You knew exactly what he was doing and damn him if it wasn’t working. Even from the distance your eyes were locked on him. You wanted to kiss and lick every inch of exposed skin he was showing off right now, leave hickeys all over his neck and chest and around his collarbones. You wanted to play connect the dots with your tongue and the splattering of moles over his abdomen, wanted to leave scratch marks down his back.

You’d been so out of it, you didn’t even notice when the others had left to start a game of two on two volleyball.

Your fingers clutched Steve’s shirt in your hands as you watched his muscles flex and ripple with a single toss of the frisbee. Even though you always found him attractive, your thoughts had never been so dirty as they were now while you watched him.

The frisbee went flying off course, nowhere near any of the players, towards your direction.

“I got it!” Steve called to the others, jogging your way.

You bent to pick up the rogue circular toy at your feet just as he approached you, making sure he got an eyeful down the neckline of your dress. He noticed, alright.

Steve gulped, eyes taking in the curve of your breasts, almost able to see far down enough to see your nipples. He’d seen you naked plenty of times in the last two weeks, sure, but it had felt like an eternity since he got to enjoy your body. To squeeze it and kiss it and explore it like he loved to, leaving marks that only he was allowed to in secret spots, making you moan and writhe underneath him, on top of him, wherever, as he made you see stars. He always got the most satisfaction and pleasure knowing he’d pleased you well.

When you straightened, handing him the frisbee, he could’ve sworn you were giving him fuck me eyes, and he was absolutely right.

“Steve, if we don’t leave now I’m going to take you on this picnic table, right here and right now.”

Your voice was hoarse, filled with desire and fuck if it didn’t make him instantly hard.

He turned his back on you only long enough to toss the frisbee back to the kids.

“Sorry guys, I just remembered we had another engagement we also have to attend to!” he shouted to them.

“Aw come on! We were winning!” Dustin protested.

“We can rematch this weekend, okay? Gotta run!”

He didn’t even bother with byes, nor did he put on his shirt as he grabbed your hand, nearly dragging you to the car. You were so horny yourself you were contemplating doing it in his car, but you forced yourself to wait until you got home. You had a feeling once you gave in to him, you wouldn’t be through with him anytime soon—and a bed would be much more comfortable for multiple sexcapades.

He was behind the driver’s seat before you were even buckled in. As you buckled your seatbelt, your eyes caught sight of his cock straining in his pants and you almost moaned out loud. The ache in your core was so bad, you were practically sitting with your thighs clenched together permanently.

“Wait,” he grinned, turning to you, not even having turn on the car yet, “Does this mean I win the bet?”

“Drive Steve, drive!” you shouted.

You could admit it, you were that desperate. A ten minute drive home was going to take forever to you right now. Apparently, Steve had the same thought because he’d barely pulled out of the Wheeler’s driveway before his hand was between your legs. Suddenly, you were so glad you decided to wear a dress today.

His hand cupped you over your underwear and you moaned, having missed the feeling of his touch.

“Jesus, you’re soaking,” he groaned, able to feel where your arousal had soaked your panties.

“Yeah, cause you’ve been a fucking tease,” you grit out, hand clutching the door as he rubbed you through the material.

“Shit,” you moaned lowly, jaw dropping when his fingers dipped past the crotch of the undergarment, thumb rubbing at your clit.

It had been two weeks too long according to your body because it flinched and jerked at every touch Steve gave you, especially when he slid two fingers inside you effortlessly. Your hips bucked into his hand as a lewd moan fell from your lips.

He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t wait until you both got home, he had to give in to the urge to touch you and he did, taking much pleasure in your answering moans. Unfortunately, each little whine and moan was going straight to his groin where he was already painfully hard. He was quite literally driving as fast as he could.

“Damnit,” he muttered when they got caught up at a stoplight.

He tried to distract himself with you, hoping the red light would quickly turn green. This right now was fine, but he wanted to do much, much more to you.

His fingers curled within you as they pumped in and out, you becoming even more responsive. You knew he could feel your pussy clench around his fingers, the muscles fluttering as if in search of the cock it had been missing so badly.

“Yeah? You like that baby? Lemme hear how much you like it,” he cooed.

He took a moment while the stoplight was still red to lean over the console, attaching his lips to your neck. He gave it a few, sloppy, open mouthed kisses before sucking on a spot, all the while his fingers tormented you.

“Yes, Stevie, yes,” you whined.

He grinned, quite proud of himself. You hardly ever called him that, only when you were so blissed out by him that it came out in a whine. It was something that could get him harder than a rock.

When the light turned green, he gunned it, praying all the while that none of Hopper’s goonies were around to catch him speeding. He need you bad and he needed you now or else his dick might actually fall off. The way he pulled into the driveway of your and his house might’ve been humorous any other time, but you both had other important things on your minds.

Your dress was almost off even before you two stumbled into the door. His hands had been gripping your hips as he kissed your neck while you tried to hurry and unlock the door. He would’ve bunched up your dress just so he could feel your silky soft skin against his palms, but he didn’t much care for the thought of giving the neighbors a show.

The moment the front door was shut, he had you pressed up against it, mouth on yours. His kisses were hot, needy and just as eager as he was. His hands were already under your dress, pushing it up as you pulled away long enough for him to pull it over your head and drop it to the floor. You were left in just your underwear and the desperate moan that came from his throat made your clit throb harder.

His head bent to your chest as his tongue circled one nipple before he pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it. The other breast he palmed in one free hand, fingers rolling your nipple. Your moaning sigh was answer enough that you’d missed his mouth on you as you arched your chest into him.

While he busied himself with your boobs, your fingers rapidly tried to unfasten his Levi’s, grateful he didn’t even bother to put his shirt back on earlier. After all, it was just going to come back off anyways.

You’d managed to push the button free when his lips reconnected with yours, his hand tangling into your hair to move your head just the way he wanted it as he kissed the life out of you. At the unzipping sound of his zipper, you pulled back, breathless, chest heaving.

“Bedroom,” you panted.

He nodded, grabbing your hand and once again practically dragging you upstairs. He lost the jeans somewhere on the stairs for when you both made it to the bedroom, you both were left with one garment only.

He pushed you roughly on the bed, making you growl in delight as he crawled over you, leaving kisses up your body as he went. Before he could occupy your lips again, you stopped him with a hand to the chest.

“Bet’s off?” you asked.

“Bet’s off,” he nodded before he let himself be consumed by your mouth again.

This time, your hand was in his hair and you tugged it roughly as you kissed, his moans being swallowed by the kiss.

You felt his hair tickling your cheek when he broke the kiss, lips exploring down once again to your neck and collarbones. He was most likely leaving enough purplish bruises that you’d look like a connect the dot picture by morning.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” came your breathy demand, “First you’re gonna lick me, fuck me, then cum inside me and you’re gonna stay there until I tell you otherwise.”

He groaned at your words, mouth already traveling southwards before you’d finished your list of demands.

“Yes ma’am,” he emphasized, his eyes clouded with desire for you and you only.

You could’ve cum on the spot when his tongue made contact with your aching pussy. He licked one long, slow strip up your seam, thoroughly enjoying your uncontrollable moans. He may be to the brink of painfully hard, but he was going to be damn sure that he made you tremble with ecstasy, first.

“Holy hell, I missed your tongue,” you whimpered.

It flicked your clit teasingly before moving over it back and forth. It wasn’t going to take much of this before you’d fall apart, you knew. When his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it, it was game over as your toes clenched and the rapidly building pleasure in the pit of your stomach came dangerously close to erupting.

It probably took less than two minutes before you were crying out, clutching at the sheets as your orgasm crashed over you and your body flooded with warmth. It came and went too soon, not leaving you nearly satisfied as you practically tugged him back upwards to you when he was done.

“Now make me cum six ways to Sunday like you promised, Steve,” you uttered, tearing his boxers off.

If you’d had scissors nearby, you’d most likely had cut them off at this point. You were both frantic for one another and couldn’t get enough. You’d already had one orgasm because of him and it still felt like that had barely taken the edge off.

“I plan to, sweetheart,” he smirked, eyes locked on yours.

He wasted no time pushing into you and your satisfied moans mixed with his, the sensation like coming home. He fit you so perfectly, stretching you almost to the point of pain, but it was such a staggering feeling that you never got used to. It seemed to get better every time and it felt twice as good now after having yearned for this for two weeks.

“God damnit,” Steve moaned lowly, the pleasure etched in his features.

He hadn’t even moved yet as he was so overcome by your tight, wet, heat. He had to control himself to keep from blowing his load right then because he wanted this to last as long as possible.

“Oh my god baby,” he groaned after his first thrust, “I’m never making a bet with you again.”

Your laughter was choked, tinged with a low moan. The way you two were acting, one would’ve thought it’d been two years since you’d enjoyed each other. But there was definitely a reason for the animalistic desire, it was worth missing.

His hips picked up speed until there was nothing but the sounds of your slapping bodies and mingled noises of pleasure. He lifted one of your legs higher on his waist, allowing for a deeper angle and access to the sweet spot that made your toes curl.

“Steve, yes, yes, yes,” you mewled.

He bent, capturing your lips in a kiss that was desperate and rough as your bodies worked their way to their impending climaxes. Your breath caught mid moan when he bit down on your bottom lip, giving it a gentle tug as he pulled away from you, before releasing it from between his teeth.

“You gonna cum for me?” he rasped, “Scream my name for me?”

You nodded, eyes screwed shut as he continued to pound into you like there was no tomorrow. He was repeatedly hitting the spongy, sensitive spot deep within you that was liable to send you careening over the edge at any moment.

His hand splayed over your abdomen, thumb just in reach of your clit as he rubbed it in sync with his thrusts. He could feel you clenching down on him, the death grip your pussy had on him making his spine tingle and signaling he wasn’t going to be far off from losing control.

“Oh fuck, Steve!” you cried, completely losing yourself to your high.

Steve bit his lip, holding off for long enough to watch you. It was the most erotic sight to him to see you fall apart, your brows slightly pulled together, the pleasure so good it was borderline painful. Your mouth agape as you moaned his name, your cheeks flushed and lips bruised and kiss swollen. He didn’t last long after his first glimpse because soon he was reaching his own end, swearing, accompanied by a moan of your name.

Only you could make him cum this hard. Especially after fourteen days of teasing, which somehow had made the sex even hotter and more intense this time.

You were spent by the time you came down from your cloud of bliss, hearing the tail end of the happy, content sighs from Steve. You pushed his messy hair off of his forehead and he gave you a tired smile, looking as fucked out as you probably did.

“Love you,” he murmured against your lips as he kissed you much softer.

It was something he always did no matter how romantic, kinky, intense or gentle the sex had been. He always had to make sure you knew he loved you.

“Love you too,” you smiled, enjoying the moments of closeness that came post sex.

You stopped him the moment you felt him move to retreat from within you.

“Nuh uh, I meant what I said about you staying inside me until I said so,” you huffed.

He was still relatively hard, both his cock and his libido eager for a round two. He knew you were all for it, as well. Besides, you wanted him buried to the hilt within you for as long as you could stand tonight because if it hadn’t been proved enough, you’d missed this dearly.

A thought suddenly occurred to Steve and his whole body shook with laughter and you gazed at him, confused.

“What?” you questioned, baffled.

“It’s kind of funny when you think about it,” he smirked, peering down at you before continuing with his thought.

“Who’s the insatiable one now?”

[demadogs]

if byler is confirmed by episode 8/9, then what would you want to have in store for them for season 5? I think it's endgame myself but personally I have no idea what to think about what's gonna happen to them in the last season!

i’ll give you two answers (and then an answer to something you didnt even ask) bc im not sure if by confirmed you mean to the audience or to mike and will.

if they both establish their feelings to each other in volume 2 then i think next season will be them dating in secret but will wants to come out to everyone and mike doesnt. they might get in a fight about it. i think mike has way more internalized homophobia than will ever did and the idea of people knowing really scares him. in the first episode when they reunite again i think they’ll be all cute and happy in private and then will asks “are we telling them this time” and mike clearly gets anxious and will might say something like “you said next time we see each other you’d be ready” and mike denies it or something.

i also think dustin might be on to them and a little side story will be dustin talking to lucas about it and lucas wouldnt believe him at all but dustin totally does. i also hope mike has a wholesome coming out moment with nancy. i just would love to see that. but overall i think next season would be them dating but mikes struggle with being openly himself might make their relationship a little rocky. but will knows its not his fault so it doesnt lead to any huge fight or break up or anything. its just hard that theyre not on the same page with that.

if mike and wills feelings are confirmed to the audience in volume 2 but not to each other then i think next season will be painful mutual pining that neither recognize or act on because theyre both scared the other doesnt feel the same way. i think they might figure it out halfway through the season because if they saved it to the end there wouldnt be much room to show their coming out. honestly i think if this is the case i think people might find out accidentally because 1) i dont want them to just jump right into coming out with just a couple scenes and not express how serious that moment is to them and 2) i dont think mike would be ready to come out immediately after starting to date will.

it would make a lot more sense for them to establish their feelings to each other at the end of this season but im honestly not sure they will because they havent shown that much of mikes feelings. nothing they showed indicated that he doesnt have feelings for him, but what they did show was very subtle and when i have conversations with stranger things fans that love the show but dont follow up with theories or cast interviews as heavily, they all have never even considered mike being gay. most know that will likes mike but they dont suspect mike likes will. and i know thats probably what the duffers were going for but honestly i dont think it was the best move because now i think if they push it all in volume 2 it’ll feel to casual fans like it came out of nowhere. they should have implied it the way they implied nancy and steve getting back together.

though i do think thats what theyre doing based on everything the cast and crew has said. the duffers said finn plays a more emotional mike this season. we havent seen much emotion from mike at all, at least none that i would describe as more emotional than previous seasons, so that means that he’ll be a lot more emotional in volume 2. finn has said multiple times that mike learns a lot about himself and how he sees his relationships with people so i think he does figure out he’s gay and likes will but im not sure about him confessing to will.

from what we’ve seen already it would make more sense for mike to just realize his feelings this season but not admit it to will, but when you consider what that would lead to next season and how they would have to kinda rush their coming out, it makes more sense for them to get together this season. theres pros and cons to each.

i ended up answering lots of questions you didnt even ask but i just wanted to talk about that cuz i dont see a lot of people debating whether the characters will confirm it to each other or if theyll just confirm it to the audience this season. but yeah thats what i think will happen next season with mike and will in either scenario.

[electricprincess96]

Oh also other pet peeve I have in BG3 fandom. Girls who projecting every bad thing a guy has ever done to them onto Gale when there's no fucking proof in canon Gale is any of the things they accuse him of. I've seen In*el, Fu*kb*y, S*alker etc. I've literally seen someone call him a Blizzard Dev Bro like that's some serious accusations to be throwing around.

Like all I see is "he's not over his ex like my creepy ex bf thus he must be every bad trait my ex ever had" firstly don't put yourself on the level of fucking Mystra, she may look like a basic ass bitch in game but she's still a Goddess who in lore is described to be otherworldly beautiful not to mention insanely powerful, you are likely neither of these things, and secondly not being over a bad breakup with the literal Goddess of Magic when Gale is a human WIZARD does not mean you get to project every bad thing your ex has ever done to you onto him.

And yes this is not helped by the bug that happened when the game was brand new that seemed to program Gale into thinking you had romanced him even if you didn't and so he gave you the whole "choose between me or them" speech but everyone knows that was a bug. Like they seem to think this proves Gale feels entitled to Tav when it's the fucking opposite Gale doesnt feel worthy of love until you convince him to NOT take the Crown in Act 3, he genuinely thinks he needs to seek the plwers of a god to be worthy of love because of how unequal his last relationship was, Gale puts on an air of arrogance when its about things he knows hes good at but beyond that he thinks hes worthless.

But that bug hasbeen fixed now for months and if Gale is STILL shooting his shot with you thats because 2 companions will always shoot their shot with you provided they dont all hate you so clearly you have pretty high approval with Gale, which admittedly isnt hard to do just dont be an asshole to npcs and Gale, Wyll and Karlach are mostly pretty pleased. On me and my friends playthrough when we romanced Gale we got Wyll shooting his shot, we didn't assume he was any of these things, we didn't assume he was an ass for trying to dance with us when we were actively romancing Gale we knew that's just how the game works. Obviously unless your whole crew literally hate you that is. Fuck Astarion, Lae'Zel, Shadowheart and Wyll all tried to fuck us at the Tiefling party so whys Gale the only one who gets all the negative labels thrown at him? Let's just agree the whole group is ridiculously horny.

Like if people just said "I don't like Gale his personality doesn't mesh with me and I don't care for his playstyle/I already have a magic caster on my set team" great, that's perfectly fair. It's the fact people don't seem to understand you can just not vibe with a character without some moral reason.

[tame-a-messenger]

Also I love how people are talking about assuming people sexualities when neither of us have ever made it seem like they’re cishet. I swear people just assume Angela is lesbian or something with the amount of people I’ve seen say they can never imagine or ship her with a man. I know she’s probably not straight I mean she was in a show that was for queer comedians but I honestly think if anything she’s bisexual because I’m pretty sure she had a boyfriend a few years ago and I know she’s used he/him to reference relationships and dating but again queer show so obviously not straight. Also she could be like Damien who’s cis and straight but on the ace spectrum. Last I heard Damien was ace flux but didn’t identify as part of the lgbt community though because he is cishet outside of that and he didn’t feel oppressed or anything due to being aceflux (idk exactly the clip is on tumblr somewhere). That was like a year ago though so maybe he’s changed his mind. But regardless of if they’re lgbt or not that doesn’t change anything I’ve said and I lowkey don’t like people accusing me of assuming things when they’re assuming things themselves. Bc seriously I’ve seen so many people say they can’t imagine Angela with a guy (and I’m pretty sure I know who that anon is bc I saw someone say exactly that and then call out romantic Damangela as an example). Don’t accuse me of assuming Angela is straight (when I’ve never said that) when y’all are basically assuming she’s a lesbian even though she has definitely referenced men in terms of relationships. The hypocrisy is funny 🤷‍♀️. Ok sorry now THIS one might’ve gotten too aggressive lol. If you think this one might cause problems for any reason feel free not to post it. I don’t want to cause too much trouble or drama for you (I say as I’m feeding the drama 😅)

No I totally agree with you the Anon saying it’s “bad to assume” as they assume the same thing (and also assumed A lot of things about my askers) in the opposite direction was probably bad wording, but I understand what they were getting at with that whole thing. (even if they were doing a LOT of assuming when that’s what they were very peeved about) “shipping real people that you don't know is weird” is I think the big thing that went unsaid in that post, at least as I understood it. 

To that I’ll have to say, they both are over 30 years old. they are fully grown adults, what kids say on the internet is not really going to change their life. The only POSSIBLE way that that would be weird for them is if ENTIRE comments sections were full of shipping and people being genuinely ANGRY that they aren’t dating. (we’ve seen this happen all over the internet, even at Smosh with Ianthony etc.) Even with Ianthony they played into it.

I do try to keep it as neutral as possible here though,(at least on the shipping front) but this blog does not welcome Smosh Cast and Crew. It’s a fan blog that I’d like to stay in it’s corner of the internet.

[crymeariveronceagain]

I'm Nobody, who are you?

stars guys i really wanted to have a thing done for this because ;-; its my tiana prompt

but life decided to fricking kill me

so here

enjoy this

whatever tf it is

Just the basic plot to some sort of fic i'll never write in all its entirety, ig ;-;

Tam Song is a love at first sight kind of guy. He sees Biana, and it's over for him. He's a fool, he's never not been a fool, and it's so odd, in his head, how his cheeks burn and his mind starts screaming.

Biana isn't the type to fall in love instantly. She'll love, instantly, because she's a person who thinks that you can love everyone, if you try, and she wants to show everyone that Vackers can be kind, not just beautiful.

But the thing is, Tam figures Biana out pretty quickly. She's the invisible child, and he gets it. Stars, does he get it. His parent's eyes always slipped past him and his sister, like they were one person, interchangeable, purposeless. So he sees a girl who fights to be seen and his mind instantly thinks, She's just like me.

And it's kind of dumb, he knows, but Biana doesn't care. She smiles at him brighter, and he makes a choice to hang out with her, to overcome the nerves that blister in his chest, to fight for the both of them, to love as much as he can.

They start dating in secret.

Of course they do, because neither of them want the consequences of dating out in the open.

Biana's parents would throw a fit, she whispers, one night, as they walk around Lothlorien, the forest city, hand in hand, hoping no one will recognize them. Tam answers that his dad would never let it go, make him break up with Biana on principle.

So they don't tell anyone. Why would they? They're happy, content, and fine as they are.

They sneak off to different places, but no one in their group is the wiser. After all, Sophie's sure that Tam's got a massive crush on Biana, but is too embarrassed to act on it.

Keefe knows they're dating. You can't lie to an empath, and he's insanely good at picking up cues.

And it's good. There's a safety in it, a gentleness.

They're kids, you know, so it's not super serious. They're taking it super seriously, though, as all teenagers do, with their most important relationships.

Biana lies, constantly, to her family, keeping people in the dark.

Tam tells Linh the truth. Someone needs to know, and Linh smiles, softly. She tells him they make a good pair.

The years pass by, war wages on, and they stay together. Through scars, through kidnappings. They hold each other's hands when they get the chance, in battle, and pretend like it doesn't destroy them to have to let go.

The first time they kiss is when Biana pulls Tam's hood back from his face and holds his face until she's sure he's alive, and as soon as he wakes up, she kisses him like there's no tomorrow.

Tam holds her like he's scared to let go.

"Don't do that to me," she wept, pulling back, "Don't you ever die on me, Tam!"

"I'm sorry," he answers, softly. "Didn't mean to scare you."

She kisses him again, and it's all a blur, on the burning battlefield.

"Uhm," said a voice, from behind them, "You two ready to get out of here?"

Shocked, the two turn and see the entire crew staring at them.

And there's a sort of terror that settles in their bones. Because behind their grinning and laughing friends, dusted with smoke and kissed with blood that didn't belong to them, Alden's behind them, and Quan is somewhere, and it's going to be so hard to explain this, and it's never going to be the same as it was.

They get up, quietly, holding hands, tight as they possibly can, their grips so tight they shake.

And they go home.

They let go at the last possible moment, clinging to the hope that they won't have to say goodbye.

Alden sets his hand on his daughter's shoulder, and they leave, first.

He gives her a talking to about matches, one that echoes in her head, richochets through her mind, about how she can never ever be someone other than what he wants her to be, and when she sits on her bed, her hands shaking, she wonders if she'll ever be free of who she is.

Tam hails her, later, and laughing, a little hysterically, tells her that his dad was actually super excited about the two of them together, because maybe it meant that he'd be going places, and doing something legit with his life.

And it's just a bit much. Everything's a bit much. Biana cries, and Tam asks if she's okay.

"My dad reacted exactly how I'd expected," she whispers, into the imparter. "There's no way this can end well."

Tam is quiet, on the other end. After a long moment, he asks, "Do you want to... break up?"

If you listened, quietly, you might have been able to hear Biana's heart shattering.

"I mean," Tam says, "If you can't date me, and you don't want to like," his voice shakes, a tiny bit, "deal with it, and you want to break up, that's..." he trails off, painfully, "I don't mind."

"You don't mind?" Biana's voice is a whisper.

Tam is probably crying. But Biana isn't sure. "If it's for the best," he says. "If it's for the best, and it's what you want, I'll be... I'll make myself be okay with it."

Biana is quiet, for a long, long, long moment.

Tam waits. He always waits. He never makes her fill the silence, never makes her be more than what she already is. She loves him, she loves everything about him.

It's that stupid, naïve thought, that makes her say, quietly, "I don't want to break up with you."

He exhales, sharp and hot, and his voice is trembling, slightly, when he says, "Really?"

She nods. "Yeah. I want to love you for as long as I can. Maybe forever. I don't know. But I can't stop loving you yet."

"But, your dad---"

"He'll have to deal with it. Since when does he---" she exhaled, sharply. "He doesn't care about me until I do something wrong, anyhow. I'd much rather love you than care about what he thinks about me."

Tam chuckled, a little bit. "Here me out," he said, then. "We keep dating in secret?"

"How?"

"Tell them we broke up. And just. Keep doing what we were doing?"

Biana blinked. "That.... that could work."

Tam snorted. "I'd like to be able to shout that I love you from the tops of the roofs, but if you want to avoid it. I'll sacrifice shouting to the world if it will make you happy."

Biana sighed. "You're too good to me," she said.

"Hey," he said, "I definitely am not. You deserve much more than I can give you."

"But I don't want to be loved by anyone but you," she said, softly.

Tam exhaled, slightly. "I don't know whether to be flattered or concerned."

"Both is good," she said. "And I don't want to date in secret. It's only gonna get worse from here on out."

"So?"

"So," she said, softly, "You're my boyfriend. We're dating. Let the whole world know."

"Okay," Tam said, softly. "Okay," and then he leaned close to the microphone. "I'm dating Biana Vacker," he told her, very seriously.

"That's not very effective," she said, "You haven't---"

"You're my whole world," he said, a stupid grin on his face, and her cheeks lit up.

"You're silly," she said.

He grinned, "Because I love you." He kissed the camera lens, on his phone, and then glanced at his door. "I think that's my father. I've got to go. I love you," he whispered, again.

"I love you," she said, louder than he did. His whole face lit up.

He hung up, and the world was quiet.

Biana went to bed, and stared at her ceiling, knowing that everything would be okay, as long as Tam was on her side.

@xanadaus

[princessselene126]

Rampion crew road trip headcanon?

Ohhhhohohoho boy, I love this! Prepare for chaos. Also it's gonna be a modern setting instead of TLC universe setting.

Lets start with their roles and the seating arrangement. They would have to drive in a van or suv of some sort in order to fit all of them in one vehicle. It was easier to do this with pictures than attempting to explain the chaos. So

This is the first arrangement:

Scarlet is the best/most experienced driver, so this is the favored arrangement.

Jacinter and Kaider can be flipped around because Cinder and Jacin alternate as navigator. When they flip then their partner moves into the middle with them.

Whoever is in the passenger seat acts as DJ, which means Kai or Winter would be DJ. When Kai is DJ, he mostly plays pop hits. Everyone likes this. When Winter is DJ... she plays the most obscure music possible. It drives people crazy. People prefer when Kaider is in the front.

Wolf is in the middle row because he gets car sick and also because he likes being able to see Scarlet. The only reason he doesn't sit behind her is because it's easier for them to make eye contact when he's on the opposite side.

Thorne, Cress, and Iko are in the back because they're the most chaotic. Theoretically Jacin and/or Winter could be in the back, but they like to stay togther. Also Jacin needs to stay as far away from Thorne as possible or he will go insane.

Thorne, Cress, and Iko will form a braiding train in the back, with Thorne being the caboose. All three of them sing along to the music (even Winter's weird music) wayyyyy too loud.

Now here's the second, more chaotic arrangement:

Now when Thorne drives... it's utterly terrifying.

Cress always acts as his navigator because neither Cinder nor Jacin can tolerate directing him around for long periods of time.

Iko is actually the best DJ. She plays a hodge podge of music, combining everyone's tastes perfectly.

Again, Wolf stays in the middle because he gets carsick easily. And Scarlet stays next to him to try helping him feel better. Her cuddles don't work, but he's not going to deny the affection.

Winter sits beside Scarlet because I like to think that they're really good friends.

Jacin sits behind Winter for obvious reasons.

Cinder gets the back middle because, like Scarlet and Winter's relationship, I like to think that she and Jacin get along very well. They're both very logically minded, have that dry sense of humor, and are prone to sitting in comfortable silence. Kai finds their conversations entertaining to listen to.

And Kai of course is next to Cinder because obvious reasons. Oftentimes he will fall asleep with his head on her shoulder, or vice versa.

Now for random hcs unrelated specifically to seating.

Kai always pays for gas because he's the richest of them all.

Winter constantly begs for them to stop at local bakeries and sweets shops whenever they're driving through towns. Thorne is always down to stop for this but Scarlet only does about half of the time.

Wolf and Scarlet make them stop at fresh fruit/veggie stands.

When they stop at scenic overlooks, it will sometimes take a while before Cress is ready to leave again. She just loves that every view is unique. They all think it's sweet how much she admires everything so no one ever rushes her to get back in the car.

At one point the car breaks down on the side of the road. Cinder was napping during this, and before she even opened her eyes, she knows what the problem was. Kai wordlessly got her tools out of the trunk and handed them to her as she popped the hood. Five minutes later the problem was fixed and they were back on the road.

Wolf had to restrain Jacin from punching Thorne in the face. No one remembers what Thorne said that actually made Jacin lose his cool, but it must have been really bad. Thorne ended up apologizing sincerely because the second the words left his lips he knew he shouldn't have said that. Jacin forgave him but Thorne is on thin fucking ice.

Winter tried to navigate... They ended up in the middle of the woods.

Iko never sleeps in the car. Everyone else is astounded as to how this is possible because everyone else has fallen asleep in the car at least once.

When they stop at hotels, they divide up into boys/girls even though they don't have to. They always get adjoining rooms so the door between them is open anyway. Bed sharing always starts divided up like this: 1) Winter, Iko and Cress 2) Scarlet and Cinder 3) Kai and Thorne 4) Wolf and Jacin.

But more often than not, things will change in the middle of the night. Wolf will leave to go sleep next to Scarlet, which means Cinder wakes up because she's pushed to the edge of the bed. Cinder ends up going over to the "boys" room and passing out next to Kai. Since neither of them take up a lot of space, Thorne doesn't even notice until the morning. He makes a dirty joke about it. Cinder reaches around Kai and pushes Thorne off the bed. Jacin wakes up to hear Thorne's "owwwwwwww" and starts the day laughing.

[favefandomimagines]

I Bought A Ring (e.b.)

Summary: Abby’s back and Buck doesn’t know how to handle the news. And neither do you. 

AN: i’m still PISSED that abby came back even if only for an episode, my poor buck was so hurt ): this was something i had deep in my drafts and now that buck is blowing up it seemed like a good time to post it!

there is a buck fic similar to this and i just wanna say that i did not copy or steal the idea. i’ve had this in my drafts for months since season 3 ended so no one stole anyone’s idea! if you wanna check out their fic their username is @lotsoflovefromlea and the fic is titled ‘Second Best’ it’s really really good

You didn’t think you’d have to face the day when Buck’s past came back to haunt him. You were hoping it would stay in the past and you would be his future. But life has a funny way of putting us to the test. 

After the train crash, and Buck saw Abby again, he had been acting distant. Distant enough for you to notice that something was wrong. It wasn’t hard to notice, especially when the two of you live together. 

He would rarely talk when you had the same shift at the 118, there was no conversation during dinner and he’d come to bed long after you had already fallen asleep. 

It had gotten to the point where you didn’t even remember the last time he kissed you or touched you. And you had enough of the maltreatment. 

You exited the shower and saw him standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. You walked down the stairs and stood across from him, the tension between the two of you painfully obvious. 

“What’s been going on with you?” You asked, breaking the ice. “What do you mean?” He asked, not meeting your gaze. “Seriously? Buck, you’ve been acting like I killed your dog for three weeks since the train crash. What the hell is going on?” You explained. 

Buck sighed before looking up at you. He knew he couldn’t keep secrets from you. Including ones that could possibly change your relationship. 

“Abby reached out to me. She wanted to meet up to talk.” He said. Buck could tell by the way your right eyebrow was raised and your eyes narrowed that you were not happy. “Really? And you went?” You asked. “Yeah.” Buck answered quietly. 

You laughed bitterly before walking around the counter back towards the stairs. “God, you just can’t seem to let her go, can you?” You started. “It’s been, what? Two years? Two years since she left you for her ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ experience and got engaged? And who was the one who never left your side? Me. It was me, Evan and even now, you can’t seem to realize how terrible she was to you. Face it, you were her midlife crisis and you fell in love with her and never fell back out. All while making me fall in love with you.” You finished. 

Sure you were a tad bit cruel, but it was what he needed to hear. No one wanting to be the one who had to pop his perfect bubble when it came to Abby. 

“I stayed with you when you were suing the department for christ sake! And I can’t do it anymore, Evan.” You added. There it was again. His dreaded first name. The name you never used unless you were beyond angry with him. And he hated hearing it come from your lips. “Y/N, what do you mean?” He asked. 

Fear was coursing through his body as he waited for you to finally leave him. After everything he put you through, Abby was the last straw. 

“I mean, maybe we should take a break. Until you figure out what it is you really want.” You answered. It wasn’t something you wanted nor did you think it would ever happen. “No. No, no, Y/N, don’t do this.” He begged, walking towards you. “I have too. Since she came back, this relationship has been one sided and I don’t deserve that.” You said. 

“Please, Y/N, I love you.” Buck told you. “Do you? Because you have a funny way of showing it.” You replied. You swiftly grabbed your keys and your purse and made a path towards the exit. “So this is it? You’re breaking up with me?” Buck asked, causing you to stop. 

“I don’t want to. But you seem to have unresolved feelings for Abby and you can’t claim to love one person wholeheartedly when you clearly don’t. Figure it out, Buck. But remember who was here when no one else was.” You answered before leaving the house. 

You didn’t know where else to go after you left. So you decided to go to Bobby and Athena’s. Bobby was like a father to you when you joined the 118 and you trusted him more than you trusted most people. 

After trying to straighten yourself up and wipe the tears from your face, you got out of the car and headed to the front door. You knocked a couple of times and waited for the door to open. 

When it did, Athena’s face softened when she saw you and instantly knew something was wrong. “Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?” She asked, ushering you inside. “I didn’t know where else to go.” You answered. 

Bobby, wondering who was at the door, turned the corner and saw you standing in the entryway. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. “Buck and I got into a fight. He went to meet up with Abby and he didn’t tell meand I just, I just don’t understand why he won’t let her go. Am I not enough?” You explained. 

Athena shushed you and pulled you into a hug to comfort you. She knew Buck was stubborn but not so much that you felt you had to leave. Bobby was furious. He hated seeing you so upset and he was frustrated with the young man for making you think you weren’t enough for him. 

After a few minutes, Athena made up the guest bedroom for you and said you could stay as long as you needed. But you hoped it wouldn’t have to be for long. 

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Bobby arrived at the station in search for Buck and found him sulking while Hen and Chimney were grilling him about his mood. “What’s wrong with you today?” Chimney asked. “Him and Y/N got in a fight last night and she walked out on him.” Bobby answered for him. 

Buck looked up at his captain with wide eyes, wondering how he knew about the prior events. “She stayed at mine and Athena’s last night.” He added. Buck let out a sigh of relief, mainly because he was worried sick about you. You didn’t answer a single one of his calls or texts and he didn’t know where you went off to. 

“Why did she walk out on you?” Hen asked. “Because I may have went to meet up with Abby the other day. And apparently I had been acting distant towards Y/N and she confronted me.” Buck explained. “Seriously? You still have feelings for Abby?” Hen asked. “No, Hen-” Buck tried to explain but was interrupted by his coworkers. 

“Y/N is the perfect girl for you and you’re throwing her away for someone who left you?” She continued. “Hen,” Buck started. “You’re stupid but not this stupid.” She said. “Hen! I don’t have feelings for Abby anymore. I wanted to give her a chance to explain why she left and to thank her. Because if she wouldn’t have left, I wouldn’t have met Y/N.” Buck interrupted. 

“And I,” He started before he stopped himself, not sure if he wanted to tell everyone his secret. “You what?” Eddie asked. Buck looked up at his friends before sighing. “I bought a ring.” He answered. “Wait, what?” Chimney asked. “I bought a ring. I was going to propose but then I got all in my head after Abby showed up. I thought Y/N would say no and she’d leave me just like Abby did.” Buck explained. 

The rest of the 118 crew was silent as they looked down at Buck. Hen sat down across from him before speaking. “That girl is head over heels in love with you, Buck. She has been since the first time she met you and the last thing she would do is leave you like Abby did. Though, because of Abby, she felt she had no choice.” She said. 

“I need to get her back. I didn’t even know what to do this morning without her.” Buck said. “When does she come in for her shift?” He asked Bobby. “She was supposed to be here by now. She left before me.” The man answered. 

Before anyone could form a theory about your whereabouts, the bell went off signaling they had a call. 

They soon arrived to the scene of a car accident, one car completely flipped upside down. 

The 118 stopped short, however, when they noticed who’s car was upside down. It was yours that was hit by a guy texting and driving and ran a red light. 

“Y/N?” Buck called, running to the driver side door. “Buck, you’re too close to this.” Bobby stopped him. “We’re all too close to this, Bobby.” Buck rebutted. Bobby looked at Athena and gestured for her to keep Buck away from the scene. “Keep him away from her.” He instructed his. wife. 

Eddie began trying to get the door off and Hen and Chimney noticed you were still conscious, struggling to get out and stay awake. 

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Hen asked. “Yeah. I-I can hear you.” You stammered. “I have a piece of shrapnel between the third and fourth intercostal space. Mild to severe concussion and around three broken ribs, and a possible pulmonary contusion.” You told them. 

Both EMTs were surprised that you could still diagnose and recognize your symptoms while having a concussion and actively bleeding. 

Once the door was off the car, Hen and Chimney set down the backboard and Eddie began cutting your seatbelt. 

“Where’s Buck?” You asked him. “Bobby won’t let him help. He’s too close to this one.” Eddie answered. “Aren’t you all though?” You joked. Eddie laughed dryly as the seatbelt was cut free. “Can you move?” He asked. 

You looked down at the piece of metal from the seat and back up at him. “You have to pull it out.” You told him. “Y/N,” Eddie started. “Eddie, you have to pull it out or I won’t be able to move. I have a concussion, I’m already bleeding and in about five minutes I’m going to pass out. I will slowly bleed out from the inside if I don’t move. Pull the damn thing out.” You snapped. 

Eddie looked at you for a moment before glancing over at Buck, arguing with Athena. As Eddie pulled the piece of metal out of your side, Buck broke free of Athena’s grasp and fell to his friend’s side. 

“Y/N, baby, are you okay?” He asked frantically. “I’m going to pass out in a couple of seconds so I’m sorry, Buck. For what happened last night.” You spoke, your breathing becoming shallower. “Buck we gotta move her.” Eddie told him. 

Your eyes fell closed slowly and the heart rate monitor attached to you started beeping rapidly. “We gotta get her out now.” Hen instructed. Bobby pulled Buck back as he watched in horror while his friends began giving you CPR once they pulled you from the car.

Your heart beat thankfully went back to normal and Chimney and Hen loaded you into the back of the ambulance. 

Buck took the liberty of joining you considering he was your emergency contact, having no other family in LA.

Once the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Buck, Chimney and Hen were forced to stay at the ER bay, not being allowed to go with you. 

Buck watched as the doctors took you away and this quickly became his worst nightmare. What if you didn’t make it? What if the last conversation you had was a fight? 

Bobby’s hand rested on Buck’s shoulder as they all watched you disappear down the hallway. 

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It had been hours. Hours of the 118 sitting in the waiting room for you to come out of surgery. Buck was a nervous wreck and no amount of consoling from Maddie or Eddie made it any better. He knew she should have told you about meeting with Abby but he was afraid of ruining everything. But not telling you made it ten times worse. 

“Evan Buckley?” A doctor called, alerting the entire crew. “Th-That’s me. I’m Evan Buckley.” Buck replied. “Y/N is going to be okay. We repaired the damage to her lung as well as the other internal damage she received from the car crash. She still had a major concussion and she’ll be out of commission for a while, but she got incredibly lucky.” The doctor explained. 

Buck let out a very visible sigh of relief, as did everyone else. “Can I see her?” Buck asked. “She’s in the ICU so only a couple of people at a time.” The doctor said. “You go, Buck. We’ll see her when she’s moved to a normal room.” Bobby told him. 

He nodded his head and followed the doctor to your room. He saw you lying in the hospital bed, multiple IVs in your hands and arms and an oxygen tube in your nose. 

Your eyes were still closed but he could tell you were awake, though hearing the doctor’s voice alerted you. 

“Y/N, someone’s here to see you.” You turned your head slightly and saw Buck standing in the doorway. “Hi.” You said quietly, your voice still hoarse from the breathing tube in surgery. 

Buck sat in the chair next to you, his eyes red and watering. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” He whispered. “I should have told you about Abby but I met with her to get closure. And to thank her because if she wouldn’t have left me, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” He added. 

“It’s okay. I should have let you explained.” You replied. “I have something else to tell you.” Buck said. “Oh no, now what?” You joked. “I bought a ring.” He said. “Like, a ring ring?” You questioned. “Yes, a ring ring.” Buck laughed. “Where is it?” You asked.

Buck let go of your hand for a moment and fished the piece of jewelry out of his pocket.

“You have to put it on for me.” You said. Buck looked at you in disbelief as he smiled, sliding the ring on your left finger. “I’m assuming that’s a yes.” He said. “Of course it is. I’d be stupid to say no to you.” You told him with a smile.

Buck squeezed your hand gently as he looked at the ring on your finger. “I never want to come that close to losing you ever again.” He muttered. “You won’t. I don’t plan on leaving you for a long time.” You said. “Good. Because I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” Buck said. 

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead as you looked down at the ring. “You did a good job.” You commented. Buck laughed at your comment, causing a smile to grace your face. “Hen and Maddie helped.” He said. “I figured as much.” You replied. 

The rest of the evening, or whatever time of day you thought it was, Buck stayed by your side. Even when the doctors were running their tests and looking over your condition. After almost losing you, there was no way you were going to get rid of Buck even for a moment. 

[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 8)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 3k

warnings: smut (semi-public sex), possessiveness (some sexual, some not), jealousy, some fluff and some angst, also some violence (including a very small amount against the reader, proceed with caution), mentions of infidelity in a previous relationship

a/n: oh y’all thought it was gonna be smooth sailing from here on out? lol

You didn’t want to abandon Bucky to do carpetside interviews, but he refused to get anywhere near a hot mic so you let him go while you walked over to a reporter you recognized; she’d been nice before, probably would be again this time, so you were a little relieved to see her tonight.

She introduced you to the camera and you were slightly spaced out until she turned to you and got your attention again.  “So, you’ve been making a lot of headlines lately for your new relationship— what’s the scoop?  How’s it going?” she asked playfully, pushing the microphone into your face.

“Uh, great,” you breamed, “he’s my date tonight and he seems to have disappeared to…” you turned around to look for him.  “Oh, he’s talking to... is that... Laurence Fishburne?”

“James, is that his name?” she prompted, making you focus your attention back on the interview.

“Um, yeah,” you nodded, the name sounding a bit foreign, “legally, but he goes mostly by his nickname Bucky.”

“Aw, that’s cute,” she smiled.  “He’s, uh…” her eyes widened a bit and you laughed.

“Yeah, he is,” you smirked.  “I assume by that facial expression you mean ‘crazy hot.’”

“I mean, in the politest way possible… yeah,” she giggled.

“Yeah, no, don’t pretend not to notice for my sake, cause, yeah, it’s… apparent.”

“Apparently he was your driver first?” she pressed.

“Yes!” you beamed, and then heard the way it sounded and backpedaled slightly.  “I promise that’s not why I hired him.  I actually didn’t meet him before he was on my team, but, I mean, I wasn’t mad to have some eye candy in the front seat.”

“Eye candy, huh?”

“But he’s so much more than that, that’s the thing,” you explained.  “We became good friends first, because he’s so smart and funny and kind and… I mean, I know he looks tough, and he is, but he’s really very sensitive underneath the slightly intimidating exterior.”

“Hard shell, soft center, sweet— he really does sound like candy!”

“Indeed,” you nodded.  “Gotta run but it was nice to chat!”

You dashed over to Bucky and clung onto his arm.  “Oh, hey, we were just talking about you,” he beamed.

“Loved you in After Midnight,” Mr. Fishburne smiled and even you were totally starstruck.

“Oh, wow, thanks, I loved you in… everything…” you trailed off, internally scolding yourself for the vague and useless compliment.  He was about to respond but was pulled away by some member of his team, giving you and Bucky a quick wave as he began a carpet-side interview.

“That was Laurence Fishburne, wasn’t it.” Bucky mumbled to you in a stunned monotone.  

“Yes, what were you doing talking to him?” you asked, amazed at his bravery to approach such a huge star.

“He came up to me, to congratulate me on… on dating you, I guess…”

“Or he mixed you up with Brad Pitt,” you shrugged.

“Yeah, if Brad Pitt lost all his money, spent a decade in the desert, went loco and buzzed all his hair off,” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on, you look great,” you soothed him, straightening his tie.  “Wanna go take some pictures?”

“I’m a little scared,” he admitted with a shy smile.

“It’s easy, just give them that sexy brooding look you do so well.”

Bucky smirked pridefully.  “You think so?”

“Totally.  You’re a natural,” you assured.

You tugged his arm and guided him to the carpet, letting him lead the way (or look like he was leading the way) as you found a clear spot and noticed how the cameras instantly flashed faster and brighter.  Photographers called your name to get your attention, and you waved and smiled and pulled Bucky closer.  The feeling of his arm around your waist was warm and comforting, and you hoped holding you had the same effect for him.

“Where are you looking?” you asked.

“At you,” he answered.

“Bucky,” you giggled, “you’re supposed to look at the cameras!”

“I honestly can’t, it’s blinding,” he frowned.

“Here,” you sighed, pointing out into the darkness just above the sea of flashing lights.  “Look out there.”

“I can’t see anything!”

“I know, but, look as if there was something there to look at, trust me, it helps.”

You adjusted slightly a few times, turning a little to show off the low back of your dress.  You almost gasped when Bucky held your face and kissed you suddenly, but you were happy to melt into it even as you heard the cameras flash even more aggressively, some whoops and hollers coming from the crowd on and off the carpet.

He pulled back and you wanted to chase him for more but you realized it wasn’t the right time.  

“Let’s go inside,” you offered, guiding him the rest of the way down the carpet— mainly because you were afraid you’d end up jumping his bones right here in front of everyone.

He nodded and followed close by, arm resting on your shoulder the whole time, and just as you saw one of your friends and thought you might want to go over and introduce her to Bucky, you saw who she was talking to.

Sam.  

Seeing him always made your heart stop.  At first, it was because you were starstruck by him, in awe of his talent, amazed that you were going to be working with someone you admired so much.  Then it was because you had fallen for him and he had gladly swept you off your feet, bringing you into a whirlwind romance that at the time had felt like the only thing that mattered.  But since the break-up, and now, it was something else.  Fear wasn’t the word, it’s not like you were afraid of him in a literal sense, but there was this anxiety, this tenseness to seeing him.  It always brought back memories— the best and the worst, all at once.  Nights laughing together, sharing secrets, stealing glances and touches and kisses; nights spent alone staring at a phone that never rang.  Limbs tangled together between the sheets, that warm brown skin encompassing and surrounding yours; laying side by side in a bed that isn’t empty but is still plenty cold, seeing the way he angles his phone away from you and wishing you had the strength to just leave because you already knew what he was doing.  The first time you said ‘I love you.’  The first time he said ‘it won’t happen again.’

“You alright?” Bucky asked, tearing you from your thoughts.  You looked away and met Bucky’s gaze, hoping he either hadn’t seen your ex or at least hadn’t recognized him.  

“Yeah, I’m great,” you answered quickly, “let’s go get some drinks maybe?  And then I need to show you off to some people.”

“Show me off?” he scoffed.

“Yeah, why did you think I brought you here, really?” you winked.

“Hey, if we’re showing each other off, does that mean you’ll come to my next high school reunion?”

//

You’d been antsy ever since the two of you had come inside; it was obvious from the way you were clinging so much closer to him, and yet it was clear that your mind was a million miles away.

“Hey, it’s starting to wrap up, wanna head out soon?” you asked, trying to act casual, but he saw the way your eyes were darting up to where Sam Wilson was mingling and he knew it wasn’t about getting home early.  Did you really think he wouldn’t notice that you’d seen him?

“Whatever you wanna do,” he shrugged.

“Okay, could you bring the car around for me then?  And I’ll meet you outside?” you offered.  “I should say hi and bye to a few people.”

“Sure,” he agreed, starting to walk away after giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

And he really did try to do what he said he was going to, but the further away he walked, the more he glanced back to watch you walk across the room, the harder it was to just let it go.  He knew you were going to talk to him, and before he really even decided to do anything about it he found himself circling back around the room, following you.  

He thought he’d lost you when he turned a corner and you were gone, but then he heard voices from a doorway and cracked it open slightly to see you inside with a few other people, nobody he recognized although one of them he’d definitely seen in something before.

He sighed with relief, about to turn and go get the car like he said he would, but then Sam Wilson just had to magically materialize out of thin air as he stepped up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

“Sam!” you blurted out, spinning to face him with wide eyes.

“Hey,” he greeted, acting all suave and shit, making Bucky’s blood boil.  “You look great.”

“Oh, thanks,” you mumbled, “you too.”

“You’ve been all over the internet lately, making quite the splash,” he recalled with a contemplative nod.  “You and this new boytoy you’ve got.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is boyfriend,” you corrected sternly.  

“Honey,” he scoffed as he rolled his eyes.  Bucky couldn’t decide if it was worse to hear him call you a pet name in earnest or with the derogatory tone that he currently had.  “Everybody knows you go through these guys like potato chips.  Especially when they’re not famous— how many PAs did you hook up with on your last set, huh?”

“I don’t roll like that anymore,” you denied.

“That’s not what Jake Friedman says,” Sam smirked.  It actually took Bucky a moment to remember that that was the guy you’d… entertained in the backseat of your car, or maybe it was more that he had entertained you; you seemed to tense up when Sam mentioned him, as did Bucky.  “I mean, sure, he’s not crew, but he’s not famous the way you are.  The way we are.  And neither is your new guy.  He doesn’t ‘get it’, does he?  He doesn’t get what it’s like.  Has he already started freaking out about all the hate online?”

Bucky regretted that he’d ever said anything about that; if he’d known it would come around to prove Sam Wilson right about something, he wouldn’t have done it.  “No,” you lied.

“Well, he will,” Sam assured you, stepping a little closer to you and letting his fingers languidly brush over your arm.  “I made a mistake before, letting you go.”

“Damn right,” you hissed as you pulled away from him.

“But I realized that, and now I’m wondering why we aren’t giving the people what they want.”

“That’s what I never understood about you,” you frowned.  “It’s always about other people with you.  It’s never about you, and it was never about me.”

“But it is about you,” he explained, “and me: us.  You’re forgetting how good we were together.”

You shook your head.  “I was single for years and you never called.  Now you’re all over me with all these regrets about ending it?  Get a grip, Sam.  This is about you wanting what you can’t have.”

“Can’t have?” he repeated incredulously.  “Baby,” he purred— and Bucky decided it was definitely worse to hear him call you that in earnest.  “You know you’re always gonna be mine.”

As you started to shiver, Sam’s arms slipping around your back and grabbing your waist, Bucky felt like he had lost control of his body.  He was watching himself from far away as he stormed across the room, nearly knocking a few people over on the way, and shoved Sam off of you and onto the ground.

“Bucky!” you yelped.  “Bucky, stop!”

“You’d better watch your hands, Wilson, before they get somewhere they’re not supposed to be,” Bucky growled, ignoring you completely even as you helplessly tugged at his suit.  

“Jesus,” Sam spat, “the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What are you doing?” you asked Bucky, irate and confused as you stared up at him with a furrowed brow.  He grabbed your hand and guided you out of the room and down the hall, barely managing to drag you into a random bathroom before he started tearing at your dress, leaving rough bites and kisses down your neck as you gasped and moaned softly.  

“Mine,” he mumbled against your skin, “all mine.  Did you forget?”

“No,” you sighed, “I could never…”

“That’s not what it looked like,” he sneered, hiking up your long skirt to run his fingers over your skin and expose the delicate, lacy panties you were wearing. 

“Bucky, please,” you sighed, rubbing your hips up against his leg, riding his thigh shamelessly.

“What’s got you so worked up, baby?  Is it me, or him?” he asked darkly.

“You, baby, just you, nobody else— I’m yours,” you assured him feverishly, “I’m all yours, please, I need you.”

“Yeah?” he breathed, fumbling with his belt and fly as he pulled his growing cock from his suit pants.  “You need it that bad?”

“Please,” you sobbed, “fuck me.”

He pulled your underwear aside and quickly shoved into you, groaning at the feeling of your walls stretching to welcome him.  “Fuck, angel, so tight,” he sighed, knowing how much little praises drove you crazy.

“Bucky,” you sighed, “oh my god… harder, please— n-need you deeper…”

His hips moved back only to slam back against yours, making you whimper; he smiled when he felt your leg wrap around his waist and try to hold him inside, but he couldn’t slow down now, not when he needed this so bad.

He sucked on your neck as he kept thrusting into you, your wetness coating his cock so thoroughly that he slid right home every time.  It was clear that he was hitting your g-spot from how you moaned with each thrust, your spongy channel pulsing and tightening in rhythmic patterns.

Overcome with the need to assert his, for lack of a better word, ownership over you, he found himself reaching up to hold your throat— not quite in the way to choke you, just to remind you that he could, if he wanted to.

“Did he ever make you come like this?” he asked with a gravelly whisper, lips right against your ear as he tightened his hand around your neck slightly.

“No,” you shook your head, “nobody has.”

“Nobody’s ever loved you this good but me, is that it?  Nobody else has ever fucked you like this?”

“Just you, Bucky, please don’t stop— I’m so close…”

“Do you think they can hear you out in the hallway?  Say my name when you come, princess, just in case they can— I want them to know who’s making you feel this good.”

“Bucky,” you whined, chanting it over and over with a few ‘yes’s and ‘fuck’s interspersed occasionally.  He thrusted faster and harder as he felt his own orgasm building; he needed to come inside you and claim you again, mark you as his one more time, and the flexing of your walls was only egging him on.

“I know you’re close, baby, just let go,” he whispered against your ear, “come for me, just like that, you’re doing so good— fuck, so good for me…”

You whimpered and clutched at his shoulders, a gush of wetness and a final, strong tightening of your inner muscles signaling that you’d reached your peak.  He couldn’t hold back any longer when he saw (and felt) that, groaning as he began to release thick streams of come into you.

The absolute second your afterglow began to fade, you pushed him off of you and grimaced as you adjusted your panties and dress.  "The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Wh— what?" he stammered, breathless and confused.  "What did I do?  Was I not supposed to come inside?"

You gaped at him in shock.  "Do you really not realize what you did?  Bucky, you assaulted my ex-boyfriend."

"I— he'll be fine," he dismissed, "he was putting his hands on you, what was I supposed to do, just let him do it?"

"You were supposed to let me handle it," you hissed.  "You were supposed to be pulling the car around and not spying on me!"

"Spying?!  I was protecting you."

"You shoved him hard enough to knock him over, Bucky, that's not okay."

"Hold on," he shook his head in disbelief, "so you're mad at me, when we just had sex?!  Why didn't you say something before?"

"Just cause it's hot doesn't mean it's okay," you explained, a little embarrassed.

"Tell me something," he frowned, "what is this—" he motioned to the space between the two of you— "to you?  Cause it kinda seems like I think we're boyfriend and girlfriend, and you think—"

"What?  What do I think?" you challenged.  "Go ahead, tell me."

"You think it's just a sex thing."

"Oh my god," you rolled your eyes.

"Well, what am I supposed to think when you get off on me dealing with your ex, and then tell me it's this big terrible thing?"

A sick idea clawed its way out of the back of Bucky's mind: was Sam right about her?  Was Sam right about us?

You crossed your arms and huffed, but didn't respond.

"Was everything that just happened just a fuckin' kink for you or something?  Cause I meant every goddamn word," he growled.

You sighed, like you weren't taking it seriously— like you weren't taking him seriously.  His fist tightened at his side involuntarily.  He'd never felt so used, so ignored; or, at least, he never expected it from you.  "We'll talk about this later," you dismissed quickly.  "Let's just go back there and put on a happy face, okay?"

"Oh, so you can let another guy feel you up?  Sounds like a fucking blast," he hissed.

"Fuck you," you snarled as you pushed him aside to leave the bathroom.

He didn't remember grabbing you, he didn't remember twisting your arm as he pulled you back.  He didn't remember you crying out, trying to wrench yourself away, clawing at his grip on you.  All he remembered was you looking up at him with watery eyes, expression twisted in fear.

"Bucky, you're hurting me," you whimpered weakly, and only then did he notice his metal hand was holding your wrist.  When he let go, he already saw a mark forming in the shape of his hand as you grabbed your freed wrist to rub the damaged flesh.

"I'm sorry—" he began to whisper, but you were already gone.