#to share feelings or finally become girlfriends or finally get engaged

[thefourthwifeoftengenuzui]

some headcanons about dating timeskip!Kenma please!!

thank you Anon, I would absolutely love to share some stuff about this beautiful boy~ As always, feel free to send any other requests you got, I’ll be more than happy to share my thoughts~

status: unedited

word count: 1.4k (damn that’s the most I’ve written in a hot minute)

warnings: cursing, pure fluff, mentions of weed, crackfick a little suggestive? Idk man I’m sleepy

wrote this instead of studying for my physics final exam😋

🩵Aged Up Kenma Headcannons🩵~

Ok first off we gotta get the basic facts down. This boy may be sweet as sugar, but he’s also one lazy mother fucker. And For the most part, I’d say that he really doesn’t change much from when he was a kid. The most I can say about him, is he definitely is a lot more confident being in front of people, ( I mean that’s kinda his job now, but bear with me) and has become less awkward around people. Very different from when he first met Hinata, he can actually hold a good and relaxed conversation now. That’s not to say he isn’t introverted anymore, (he definitely still would rather be at home) but he is more confident in himself to be able to actually be able to engage with someone. Is he gonna go out of his way to talk to someone? Hell no, but he can at least handle being approached without overthinking and triggering his anxiety.

This definitely also translates to his relationship with you. You still will have be the one who makes the first move, or at least initiating conversations.

But one things for sure, once he likes you, he loves you. Like wanting to wife you up regardless of gender. And I feel like, (later on in the relationship ofc) if you ever had kids, he would be the best most present dad ever. Like he wouldn’t be a house husband, (his YouTube gig is completely paying for your mortgage) but because the majority of what he does has him, stream for like an hour, go on call for a few minutes, or just edit his videos for a bit, he would be able to make a lot of time for any and all children he has. But that’s way later on in the relationship.

Once he’s comfortable in the relationship with you, I can definitely see him involving you in his content. Not like a whole boyfriend and girlfriend couples channel, but like a once a year “reacting to fucked up shit with my girl” type beat.

And since we’re on the subject of content, <<<<<<<<

Like imagine having the most shitty day possible and you come home to your boyfriend streaming COD or some shit. You just face-plant into the bed next to him and he snaps his head towards you.

”shit baby you good?” he asks as he raises an eyebrow, looking at you concerned as you mumble angrily. He recognizes the nonverbal gestures and just pats his lap with a quick, “c’mere baby,” and hugs you, letting you muzzle your face into his neck away from the camera, and wrapping a fluffy blanket around you, before he kisses you head and say, “gimme ten more minutes to finish this and we’ll order some takeout k?”. He gives you the most sincere and adorable smile ever sending butterflies not only to you, but all his fans watching, as he smiles and goes back to playing like nothing happened, the chat going wilddddddd. (My gay ass heart go brrrrrr)

I know for a fact that somewhere out there in haikyuu internet, there is a corny ass edit of y’all doing that shit, trust. (I need to keep my slang outta here man 😭)

ok, getting off the sidetrack, kenma is still like rlly introverted. Like his ideal date is just sitting at home watching some cheesy studio ghibi movie (His favorite is the boy and the heron, fight me on that, it’s the hill I’m willing to die on.)

If not some cute Disney movie, I also feel like he’d be into like some mystery or like not quite horoscope stuff. Like I feel like he would really be into Wednesday. If he had to watch an actual horror movie, I feel like I’d be like some of the older ones like scream or Nightmare on elm street type shit.

Speaking of scream, I feel like at least once yall would have to do the ghostface couples costume thing. Like I feel like this would just suit him so well. Idk my brains just going feral on it right now. (This was supposed to have a link attached, but it kept fuckin up and I’m to lazy to deal with it so just look it up, the couples version, it’s hot af)

aside from the specific stuff that I know people hate reading, the next thing you gotta know about this version of kenma is he is a TEASE. Like not even like an NSFW type tease. Just like a “he’s an ass but I love him.” Like when he was younger I feel like he was too nervous and flustered to point that kinda stuff out. But now? Man is a menace and a half. The type of dude to be like, “I have no idea how your ass fits in those shorts. Oh no, you’re not taken them off now~” or like the most basic annoying shit like bro fuck off and let me cuddle you in peace without being annoying. Like, he’d be like, “ damn someone’s neady today~ you tryna fuck me in front of everyone?” Like bro stfu I’m just tryna cuddle. Either that or he’d call you clingy for returning the affection he initiated. Like bro, quit being a lil bitch and let me be happy you butt muffin.

Man is putting full pussy into annoying you. He’s the type of guy to call you the most vile, disgusting, cringe ass nicknames, specifically to piss you off. You need him to take out the trash? “Yes my Pookie Wookie McSmoo Moo bear~” *gags while writing this* You’re yelling at him for some stupid thing, “I sorry my sugar booger~.”

Yeah this part is real OOC, and I was gonna write more but I physically cannot bring myself to do it so anyway, his other 3 favorite things to annoy you by calling you is, Cutesie Poopsie, Shnookums, and side piece #2. (Bro I just gave myself the ick)

Beige flags aside, he does have some green ones . For example, he’s a fabulous listener. Like, you just wanna rant and yell about your day? C’mere babes, he already got fluffy blankets, stuffies, and fluffy socks at the ready. You just wanna cry in piece? Looks like his lap has a vacant spot, he can play games and scratch your head at the same time. #bbgtreatment (regardless of gender. If tumblr has taught me anything it’s that nobody is to thug to be bbg, can I get an amen?🙏 )

The more comfortable he is with you, the more he will make jokes, but in the most monotone voice ever. Like you could be ranting to your bestie on the phone like, “I forgot my umbrella at work… yeah I’m soaked,” and you just hear him from his corner calmly shouting “that’s what she said,” not even turning away from his game, as if it was natural to him. It’s always so easy to talk with him, unless it’s about his problems, but we ain’t gon talk about that rn, I’m feeling too fluffy.

There is one thing that I absolutely have to address for this man though. The average female height in my country is 5’4. And Kenma is only 5’6. Chances are, he’s not gonna be towering over you or nothing. Especially if you a tall specimen like me. (AFAB but gender is a construct yolo on those hoes). So chances are, this mf is for a fact, stealing your clothes. No article of clothing is safe. Hoodie? Sorry boo he got cold streaming. T-shirt? None of his were clean. Miniskirt? Onlyfans- He was pulling a Gojo sorry 😋

Tbh I don’t see him ever really having a wedding, or really ever getting married. Too much social interaction and attention on him. Gross. The most I can see him doing is, one night while y’all smoking pot or something, being like “yo wanna get married?” He wants to be with you forever without the government getting involved, but hey, times are tough, and marriage helps with tax returns. So y’all just kinda go to the courthouse, get it done, then fly off to some place to elope.

in all Kenma is just a great loyal guy, who is the biggest pain in your ass, but the biggest cutie patootie this side of the nuthouse.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope y’all enjoyed, this was so fun to write, if you liked this and want more content like this make sure to request and check out my other stuff. Love y’all bastards, Thots and Enby Hots🩵

[nayziiz]

No Way | LN4

Summary: Lando Norris, an F1 driver for McLaren Racing, faces persistent attention on his single status. In an attempt to appease fans and quell rumours, his management suggests a fake relationship with a popular Portuguese model. However, Lando's PR manager, Natalie, disagrees, believing fans would see through the ploy. As an alternative, Lando's management notices the genuine bond between him and Natalie and proposes they feign a relationship for authenticity. Initially hesitant, they agree, given their existing friendship and professional connection. The fake relationship takes an unexpected turn as Lando and Natalie grapple with burgeoning real feelings, attempting unsuccessfully to conceal their growing emotions.

Pairing: Lando Norris x Original Character (Natalie)

Warnings: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse; SA; fluff; crash

Masterlist

CHAPTER 8

The paddock buzzes with excitement, the air charged with the fervour of the qualifying day. Fans are scattered throughout, their enthusiasm palpable as they eagerly seek out their favourite drivers for a momentary connection. For Natalie, the team's PR representative, this bustling atmosphere is both a spectacle and a challenge.

As she navigates through the crowd, fans stop her and request photos and autographs from Lando, the team's charismatic driver. It's a routine part of the job that Natalie finds somewhat tedious. She understands the importance of fan interaction, recognizing that their unwavering support is crucial for the team and the sport as a whole. However, her professional instinct often urges Lando to hasten to his car, focusing on the impending race rather than engaging in prolonged fan interactions.

Despite her slight impatience, Natalie acknowledges the significance of these moments for the fans. It's a chance for them to connect with their racing idol, to capture a memory that will last a lifetime. Lando, ever the amiable and accommodating personality, graciously takes the time to fulfil their requests. The constant interruptions can be trying, but Natalie realises that this fan engagement is a vital aspect of maintaining the team's rapport with its supporters.

Earlier in the day, a barber paid a visit to the team's garage to tidy up Lando's unruly curls. Natalie observes this routine ritual with a mixture of amusement and affection. The sight of Lando in the barber's chair, his wildly curly hair being meticulously trimmed and shaved, is a spectacle she enjoys. It's not just about the physical transformation; it's the subtle nuances in Lando's demeanour that captivate her.

As the barber works, Lando tilts his head from side to side, a playful gesture that showcases his relaxed and carefree attitude. The act of getting his hair groomed becomes a performance in itself, with his jawline popping teasingly, creating a lighthearted banter between him and Natalie.

Her mind, however, is momentarily diverted from the racing ambience to the memory of Lando's freshly shaved sides. The image lingers in her thoughts, and a playful smile tugs at the corners of her lips. She contemplates the practicality of his new haircut, realising that there will be less hair to playfully tug onto when they share intimate moments. It's a fleeting and somewhat cheeky thought that adds a touch of personal delight to the professional whirlwind of the racing environment.

As they finally reach the haven of Lando's driver's room, Natalie takes a moment to catch her breath. The transition from the bustling paddock to the more private sanctuary of the driver's room provides a brief respite from the external chaos. The air in the room is filled with the scent of adrenaline and anticipation, creating an atmosphere that is both charged and focused.

“How do you have so much energy this morning?” She bluntly asks as she starts handing him caps to sign.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that my girlfriend kissed me awake this morning.” He teases as he scribbles his signature on the caps.

“You just love saying that, don’t you?” Natalie chuckles. Lando, not missing a beat, glances up at her with a sly grin.

“And, you love hearing it, don’t you, baby?” He teases further, enjoying the light-hearted exchange.

“Stop it, silly.” Natalie whispers, playfully nudging his shoulder with her hip. 

As the banter subsides, they seamlessly transition back to their official duties, the caps now adorned with Lando's signature.

“How’re you feeling about quali today?” Natalie inquires, shifting the focus to the impending qualifying session.

The teasing banter momentarily takes a back seat to the more serious aspect of their roles in the racing world. Lando's demeanour shifts, becoming more contemplative as he considers the question.

“Confident.” He replies with a determined nod. “The car feels good, and I’ve got a good feeling about today. Oscar and I need to keep the momentum going.”

As if on cue, Oscar makes his entrance, tapping his knuckles against the open door with a playful "Knock knock." His presence injects a light-hearted energy into the room.

“Did I hear my name?” He asks, clearly intrigued.

“You did. Lando was just saying you better not start at the back of the grid tomorrow.” Natalie jokes.

“Oh, no way. You know we’ve got the third row locked down between the two of us.” Oscar retorts.

“I like your confidence.” Natalie laughs.

Natalie and Lando turn their attention as Lily appears behind Oscar, innocently waving at them.

“Good, you’re here! I was going to text you to find out if you’d like to go to dinner tonight if you’re not busy?” Natalie asks her.

“That sounds great.” Lily, pleased with the invitation, agrees with a sweet smile.

“And, the boys can join if they’re bored enough.” Natalie assures, noticing Lando's deadpan reaction to her spontaneous invitation to Lily.assures Lando when she sees his deadpan reaction to her invite to Lily.

“Ah, I see how it is. Inviting Lily to dinner and just assuming we'll tag along because we might be 'bored'?" He feigns a hurt expression, earning a playful roll of the eyes from Natalie.

“Oh, come on. What else could the two of us possibly be doing without our girlfriends anyway?” Oscar chimes in, adding to the banter.

The paddock erupts in cheers and jubilation as the qualifying session for McLaren unfolds brilliantly. Lando, displaying exceptional skill and determination, secures pole position for the upcoming race—his fourth pole position of the season. The accomplishment is a testament to both his talent and the team's dedication to pushing the limits of their performance.

Oscar, not to be overshadowed, puts up an impressive performance as well, securing the third position on the grid. The McLaren crew is elated, their hard work and meticulous preparation evident in the outstanding results. The garage is filled with the sounds of celebration, the team members sharing high-fives and exchanging smiles, their confidence soaring.

The crew, convinced of the team's potential, started discussing the strategies and fine-tuning details for the race day. The prospect of Lando securing his second F1 win is a source of great anticipation and excitement among the McLaren ranks. The garage, moments ago filled with the adrenaline of the qualifying triumph, now becomes a hive of activity as the team channels their energy into preparing for the race that lies ahead.

As the crew rushes out to join the jubilation and congratulate Lando and Oscar on their exceptional qualifying results, Natalie chooses to stay behind in the garage. While the sounds of celebration fill the air outside, she remains surrounded by the echoes of the team's achievements within the confines of the garage.

Her face adorned with the biggest smile, Natalie is a picture of pride and contentment. She watches the live telemetry and monitors the team communications, staying connected to the unfolding celebrations while savouring the intimate moment in the garage. This is a familiar scene – the culmination of countless hours of hard work, dedication, and the shared pursuit of excellence.

Natalie knows that for Lando, this pole position holds a special significance. It represents more than just a starting position on the grid; it symbolises the culmination of relentless effort, the thirst for victory, and the unwavering commitment to excellence. Lando has been fighting valiantly for that elusive race win, and Natalie senses that this could be the moment when the stars align.

Her pride is not just for the team but especially for Lando. She recognizes the determination in his eyes, the resilience at every turn, and the skill that has brought him to this point. Natalie knows it's his time, a moment that feels long overdue. The smile on her face reflects not just the thrill of the current achievement but the anticipation of what lies ahead on race day.

Lando is lost among the sea of people as his McLaren team swarms him and Oscar. Despite being overwhelmed by his performance and the people grabbing and pulling at him, there’s one set of hands and eyes he doesn’t see anywhere. Once the excitement dies down, Lando pulls off his helmet and balaclava before rushing into the garage to find Natalie eagerly awaiting his arrival.

Amidst the sea of people celebrating and the overwhelming swarm of the McLaren team, Lando finds himself lost in the midst of the jubilation. The cheers, high-fives, and congratulations from the team members and well-wishers engulf him, momentarily making it difficult for him to discern individual faces in the crowd. Despite the joy and chaos surrounding him, there's a subtle awareness that one set of hands and eyes is missing.

Once the initial excitement begins to subside, Lando takes a moment to catch his breath. As he pulls off his helmet and balaclava, a sense of curiosity and longing tugs at him. He looks around, scanning the crowd, but the one person he's been unconsciously seeking remains elusive.

Driven by an instinct that transcends the adrenaline of his success, Lando makes his way back into the garage. The familiar surroundings offer a temporary escape from the chaos outside, and there, eagerly awaiting his arrival, is Natalie. She stands in a quieter corner of the garage, a calm presence amid the residual excitement.

Their eyes meet, and a smile spreads across Lando's face as he rushes towards her. The noise of the celebration fades into the background as the two share a moment of connection. In that instant, the garage becomes a haven where the intensity of the race and the exuberance of victory meet the personal joy of shared accomplishment.

Lando's joy radiates as he pulls Natalie into his arms, a genuine and infectious smile lighting up his face. With an exuberant burst of energy, he swings her around, and her laughter echoes through the garage, a harmonious melody to the excitement of the moment.

“Pole position, baby!” Lando exclaims, his voice filled with elation. The exclamation catches the attention of the mechanics and engineers who are still basking in the afterglow of the team's success.

As Lando revels in the joy of the pole position and the celebratory moment with Natalie, there's a subtle shift in the dynamics of their relationship. Despite having maintained a low-key approach to their displays of affection during their months of pretending to be in love for the public eye, Lando senses the significance of this particular moment.

Feeling an overwhelming desire to make a statement and officially claim Natalie as his girlfriend, Lando decides to go big. In the midst of the cheers and applause from the team, he gently sets Natalie down and takes a step back, looking at her with a twinkle in his eye.

With a mischievous grin, Lando decides to break from their usual understated approach. He sweeps Natalie into a passionate kiss, the kind that speaks volumes about the genuine affection between them. The display of affection catches the attention of those around them, including the mechanics and engineers who momentarily pause in surprise before breaking into cheers and supportive applause.

At that moment, amidst the whirlwind of emotions and the celebratory atmosphere, Lando takes a bold step to publicly declare what has been brewing between them for months. It's not just a victory celebration; it's a proclamation of their connection, an acknowledgement that goes beyond the pretence for the public eye.

As they pull away from the kiss, Lando's gaze remains locked onto Natalie's, a silent affirmation of the depth of their bond.

“You’re incredible!” Natalie gushes, her eyes reflecting genuine admiration and pride.

“You’re my lucky charm, baby.” He declares, his words carrying a warmth that goes beyond the celebratory atmosphere.responds, his smile not faltering.

“I’m so proud of you.” Natalie continues, her voice filled with sincerity.

Natalie seamlessly transitions back into her professional role, whisking Lando away from the exuberant team and guiding him toward the media pen for interviews. The adrenaline of the qualifying success still lingers, but now it's time for Lando to articulate his thoughts and emotions for the eager audience.

The interviewer directs the first question to Lando, “Walk us through how you’re feeling right now.”

Lando takes a moment to gather his thoughts, a mix of excitement and gratitude evident in his expression.

“I’m overwhelmed, you know. This isn’t a track we’re normally great on, so having both teammates in the top three is insane. I’m ecstatic, though. This is truly a testament to the work the team has put in and the upgrades they’ve brought in. They deserve every ounce of success.” Lando explains.

“What does this mean for you tomorrow?” The interviewer continues, probing into Lando's expectations for the race day.

“A win, hopefully. It’s been a long time coming for me to get my next win, but they say good things take time. As always, I’m grateful to the fans who have supported me all these years and the team who keeps pushing, but I’m even more motivated to get this win because I’ll get to share it with someone special.” Lando's eyes light up with determination as he responds.

As Lando speaks to the interviewer, Natalie looks up at him with a mixture of surprise and flattery. It's a moment she hadn't anticipated – Lando openly acknowledging her in the context of a race or qualifying interview. While he's been vocal about their connection in more relaxed settings, such as podcasts or late-night shows, this public acknowledgment feels different.

The cameras, attuned to the dynamics unfolding in the media pen, catch Natalie in that unguarded moment. Her expression reveals a mix of genuine surprise and a subtle blush, a testament to the unexpected but appreciated recognition from Lando.

- THE NEXT DAY -

As the race unfolds, tension and excitement grip the audience, and the commentator's voice echoes the sentiments of everyone watching.

“This has been a nail-biting race!” Martin Brundle exclaims, capturing the drama and intensity of the on-track action.

The commentator's words resonate with the heart-pounding moments, close encounters, and strategic manoeuvres that have defined the race. Each lap adds a layer of suspense, keeping spectators on the edge of their seats as the drivers navigate the challenges of the circuit.

The unpredictable nature of motorsports, coupled with the high stakes of the race, intensifies the atmosphere. The commentator's exclamation becomes a shared sentiment, connecting viewers worldwide in their collective anticipation of the race's outcome.

Amid the nail-biting excitement, Lando, supported by the relentless efforts of the McLaren team, races with determination and focus. The pole position, achieved during the qualifying session, becomes a crucial advantage, but the unpredictable nature of Formula 1 ensures that every moment is fraught with possibilities. After a disastrous pitstop thanks to being slowed by a pitting Mercedes, Lando has dropped down several positions and is fighting to regain the race lead.

As the race intensifies, Natalie stands in front of the screens, her nerves palpable as she watches Lando fiercely fight for third and then second position. Max, Lando's father, Adam, and Natalie share the same anxious stance, their eyes fixed on the unfolding drama on the track.

The tension in the room is thick as the top five cars approach the hairpin turn. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation, and each passing moment feels like an eternity. The spectators hold their breath, knowing that any slight misstep could alter the course of the race.

In a cruel twist of fate, the cars around Lando collide, creating a domino effect of chaos. The impact is forceful, sending the McLaren in third position spinning into the air and ultimately crashing into a wall. The screens capture the dramatic scene, freezing the heart-stopping moment in time.

Natalie, Max, and Adam watch in disbelief as the race takes an unexpected turn. The collective gasp in the room is drowned out by the sounds of the collision on the screens. The elation that fills the air during the earlier stages of the race is replaced by a sombre atmosphere, and the gravity of the situation sinks in.

“Oh, dear, lots of contact around that hairpin corner. And, there’s a massive accident taking out the top field. Looks like there’s a car on its head against the wall there.” Brundle reports, the gravity of the situation evident in his tone.

“Oh, my God, no.” Natalie's gasp of horror echoes through the room as the cameras capture the papaya-coloured car smashed against the wall, its roof now the unintended point of contact with the track. “Oh, my God.”

Her eyes remain fixated on the devastating image on the screen, a vivid representation of the brutal reality of motorsports.

The room falls into a stunned silence as the gravity of the situation sinks in. The once-promising race has taken a tragic turn, leaving everyone in the room to grapple with the harsh reality of the risks inherent in the sport. Natalie's exclamation resonates with the collective concern and sorrow in the room.

The cameras, in a sombre shift, redirect their focus away from the scene of the accident. Instead, they capture the cars re-entering the pitlane as the race is red-flagged. The visual transition from the chaotic aftermath to the orderly return to the pits underscores the abrupt shift in the dynamics of the race.

In the heavy atmosphere of the room, Max, understanding the weight of the situation, gives Natalie a reassuring tug on the shoulder. The gesture is a silent acknowledgement of the shared concern for Lando's well-being and a comforting attempt to provide support in the uncertain moments that follow.

As they wait anxiously to hear about Lando's condition, the room remains in eery silence. The reassurance from Max offers a brief moment of solace amidst the worry and anticipation.

“Lando, are you OK?” The tension in the room reaches a peak as Lando's race engineer desperately calls over the radio

“Oh, my God. He’s not moving.” Natalie breathes, her worry palpable. “He’s not moving.”

“Lando, are you OK?” The engineer calls again as he turns back to stare at the speechless crew in the garage from the pit wall.

The seconds feel like an eternity until, finally, a response crackles over the radio.

“Yeah.” Lando groans, his voice strained and filled with pain. The relief in the room is palpable, but Natalie's concern doesn't fully dissipate as she hears him moan in pain.

The sudden silence descends upon the McLaren garage as the safety marshals rush out to the impacted cars, bringing the race to an abrupt and solemn halt. The atmosphere is tense, with an air of concern hanging over the team as they await updates on both drivers involved in the accident.

Oscar, having emerged from his car relatively unscathed, rushes over to Lando's car. The quiet in the garage is broken only by the distant sounds of the safety marshals and the hum of the halted race. Oscar kneels beside Lando's car, a palpable worry etched on his face.

A few seconds later, Oscar throws up a thumb, a gesture that now carries immense weight in the motorsport world. The collective breath held in the McLaren garage is released, but the air remains heavy with concern. Oscar's indication, while positive, also hints at the severity of Lando's condition.

The team now huddled in a silent show of solidarity, exchanges glances filled with a mix of relief and lingering apprehension. The familiar camaraderie that defines the McLaren family takes on a new depth as they rally around their teammates in a moment of shared concern.

As Natalie lets go of a breath she didn't realize she was holding, tears stream down her face. The gravity of the situation hits her, and the emotional release is palpable. The screens, which had been a source of exhilaration and excitement just moments ago, now convey a scene of sombre intensity as the safety team works to extract Lando from his car.

Adam, recognizing the emotional toll on Natalie, pulls her into a half-hug. The gesture is a silent reassurance and a shared acknowledgement of the concern for Lando's well-being. Together, they watch with bated breath as the safety team carefully carries out the extraction process and loads Lando into an ambulance.

The paramedic fires questions at a disoriented Lando, assessing his condition in the aftermath of the accident.

“Are you in any pain?” She inquires, her trained focus on gathering crucial information.

“My fingers are tingling, and my head hurts.” Lando quickly responds, providing insights into the sensations he's experiencing. The paramedic, now armed with valuable information, continues her evaluation. “Please, can I see my girlfriend? Please.”

As the medical team continues to evaluate Lando, a call comes through to his race engineer. The urgency in the voice is palpable as the engineer radios Natalie, delivering the crucial message.

“Nats, he's asking to see you. Please make your way down to the medical centre; they're on their way there now.” The engineer relays, the words carrying a mix of concern and the need for immediate action.

Natalie, her emotions already on edge, nods in acknowledgement. Without hesitation, she begins to make her way down to the medical centre. The atmosphere in the McLaren garage remains heavy with anticipation, the concern for Lando's well-being eclipsing any lingering thoughts about the race.

The call serves as a stark reminder of the intimate connection that exists within the racing community. In moments of vulnerability, the professional boundaries blur, making room for the personal relationships that underpin the dynamics of the team. Natalie, now carrying the weight of both her professional and personal roles, must navigate through the paddock with a sense of urgency, her thoughts consumed by the well-being of the McLaren driver who has asked for her presence in a moment of distress.

She arrives just in time to witness the medical team offloading Lando from the ambulance on a stretcher. The scene is a mix of controlled urgency as they wheel him into the medical bay. Natalie's heart pounds in her chest as she takes in the gravity of the situation, the racing world momentarily fading into the background as her primary concern shifts to Lando's well-being.

The medical centre, usually a hub of activity during race weekends, now becomes a temporary sanctuary where the focus is solely on the health of the drivers. Natalie, with a mix of professional composure and personal worry, follows the medical team into the bay, ready to offer whatever support Lando might need in this vulnerable moment.

“Nattie!” Lando's voice, pained but determined, calls out for Natalie.

Without hesitation, she rushes to his side as he lies on the stretcher. The urgency in his plea adds a layer of vulnerability to the high-stakes atmosphere of the medical centre.

“I'm here. I'm here. You're fine; you'll be fine.” Natalie reassures him, her voice a steady anchor in the uncertainty. As she walks alongside his stretcher, she holds his hand, offering a tangible connection that transcends the clinical setting.

As Lando is wheeled into the medical bay, Natalie remains by his side, her demeanour a mix of frantic worry and determination. She's out of breath, but her focus remains on Lando, her grip on his hand unwavering. In this moment of uncertainty, the connection between them serves as a source of reassurance.

Feeling Lando squeeze her hand, Natalie glances down to meet his bloodshot eyes. The shared gaze conveys a multitude of emotions – fear, relief, and a deep-seated trust in the bond they've formed amidst the challenges of the racing world.

“It's okay, Lan. You're okay.” Natalie reassures him once again, her words a soothing balm amid the chaotic scene.

The tears continue to stream down Natalie's face, an involuntary reaction to the overwhelming emotions coursing through her. The gravity of the situation, coupled with the fear and concern for Lando, manifests in the raw display of her emotions. However, as the medical team intensifies their efforts to tend to him, Natalie finds herself forced away, the urgency of the medical procedures taking precedence.

The medical team, focused on their critical tasks, guides Natalie away from the immediate vicinity as they hover over Lando. With precision and speed, they rip open his fire suit and attach pads onto his chest, their actions a testament to the urgency and meticulousness required in moments of crisis.

Natalie, though physically removed from the immediate medical procedures, remains a silent observer. Her heart pounds with every step away from Lando, the overwhelming desire to be close to him and offer comfort evident in her eyes.

“Hi, Lando. I'm Dr. Zimmerman. We need to take you to the nearest hospital for scans to rule out any internal injuries, is that fine?” The doctor informs him, presenting a straightforward plan for further assessment.

“Please let me see my girlfriend.” Lando, in his vulnerable state, pleads with the doctor.

The desire for the familiar presence of Natalie serves as a testament to the emotional anchor she represents in this critical moment.

“In a minute.” The doctor replies, his focus unwavering as they continue to run several checks and administer a relaxant to aid in the necessary medical procedures.

As the medical team continues their procedures on Lando, Natalie is left watching helplessly from the side of the medical bay, her panic palpable. The sounds of medical equipment and urgent conversations create a disorienting backdrop as she grapples with the weight of the situation.

Every instinct in Natalie screams to be closer, to offer comfort and support, yet the clinical efficiency of the medical procedures keeps her at a distance. The vulnerability of the moment intensifies, and she is left to navigate the emotional turmoil while restrained by the boundaries of the medical bay.

The contrast between the urgency of the medical scene and Natalie's powerless position on the sidelines underscores the challenges faced by those connected to the racing world. In this moment, the usual composure of the McLaren PR representative crumbles under the weight of personal concern and fear for the well-being of someone she cares deeply about.

“Miss Feldt?” A nurse asks, causing Natalie to snap her head to look at her. “They’re getting Mr Norris ready to be transported to the hospital. McLaren have arranged for a car to take you there as well. Please follow me.”

- LATER AT THE HOSPITAL -

“Natalie!” Adam's voice echoes through the hospital corridor, drawing Natalie's attention.

As she spins around, she is enveloped in a tight hug by Lando's father and best friend. The embrace carries a mix of relief and shared concern, acknowledging the emotional toll the recent events have taken.

“They won't let me see him.” She tells them, her voice hoarse, the tears still evident in her eyes. The weight of the situation, coupled with the frustration of being kept away from Lando, surfaces in her words.

As Adam disappears down the corridor, Max steps in to console Natalie, offering a supportive presence. They share a moment of shared concern, the weight of the situation evident in their expressions.

A few minutes later, Adam returns with a doctor in tow. The appearance of the medical professional adds a new layer of anticipation to the atmosphere. Natalie's eyes fixate on the doctor, hoping for information about Lando's condition. The doctor, with a composed demeanour, becomes the bearer of crucial updates.

“Hi, I’m Dr Schultz. You can go in and see Lando.” The doctor informs Natalie, providing a pathway to reunite with him. She nods in gratitude, her steps following the doctor as they make their way toward Lando's room. “Please follow me. He’s been sedated. He came in complaining about his head hurting and his fingers tingling. The MRI and CAT scan came back clear, but we are worried about bruising around his cervical spine. We’ll be keeping him overnight for observation and should be discharged tomorrow after a final evaluation.”

The doctor stops outside the door to the hospital room and opens it for Natalie to enter. As she steps in, her eyes find Lando lying in the hospital bed, connected to multiple machines that emit a rhythmic symphony of beeps and hums. The sight of the medical equipment emphasizes the gravity of the situation, and concern washes over Natalie once again.

Lando, sedated and resting, becomes the focal point of the room. Natalie takes a moment to absorb the scene before approaching the bedside. The quiet beeping of the machines serves as a backdrop to the fragile stillness in the room.

“It looks far scarier than it is.” The doctor reassures Natalie as she enters the room, acknowledging the intimidating array of medical equipment surrounding Lando.

The comforting words offer a perspective shift, reminding Natalie that the visual complexity of the machines doesn't necessarily correlate with the severity of Lando's condition.

“The sedation should wear off in the next half hour. If you have any questions, please let one of the nurses know to contact me; I'd be happy to assist.” The doctor adds before disappearing again, leaving Natalie with a sense of guidance and support.

With a deep breath, she pulls a chair close to the bed, a mix of relief and worry etched on her face. Natalie takes Lando's hand gently, offering a silent reassurance through the simple act of touch.

The contrast between the usual vitality of the McLaren driver and his current state is stark. Max and Adam, while remaining at a respectful distance, share a moment of shared concern, their eyes reflecting the weight of the situation.

“Fuck, that was a bad crash.” Max's comment about the severity of the crash hangs in the air, prompting Adam to nudge him as a subtle reminder of the sensitivity of the situation.

“Not now, Max.” Adam whispers, his focus on providing support in the present moment.

“He sounded like he was in so much pain.” Natalie speaks softly as she caresses Lando's hand. “I’ve never seen anything like that happen before.”

“It could have been so much worse.” Max adds, attempting to provide a perspective of gratitude. However, Adam, keenly aware of the delicate balance needed at this moment, scolds Max once again. “Alright, sorry. Let me get you guys some coffee.”

As Max disappears from the room, Adam takes a step further, sharing a moment of vulnerability and reflection with Natalie. The emotional weight of the situation permeates the quiet hospital room.

“He's lucky, this boy of mine.” Adam comments, his voice carrying a mix of paternal pride and concern. The connection between father and son becomes evident as Adam opens up about the past.

“I met his mom when I was a teenager and still very much in love with karting. Then one day, I rolled the kart, and her face was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.” Adam reminisces, his tone carrying a touch of nostalgia.

“I don't think I've ever seen someone look so scared. Until tonight when you were watching them extract him from the car.” Adam continues, drawing parallels between past experiences and the recent events. The admission of fear in both instances underscores the vulnerability inherent in their shared passion for racing.

“Please never stop worrying about him.” Adam implores, the sentiment reaching beyond the confines of the hospital room. In this moment, the barriers between personal and professional relationships fade.

As Natalie gazes at Lando, fast asleep in front of her, the events leading up to the race replay in her mind. She doesn’t even hear Adam leave the room and shut the door on his way out. The memory of Lando's laughter, echoing through the moments before the race, lingers in her thoughts. Though she can't recall the specific reason for his laughter, the vibration of it remains etched in her memory.

The weight of fear settles on Natalie's shoulders as she recalls the intensity of the emotions during the crash. The fear of something going terribly wrong, the dread of an event that could potentially alter Lando's career or, even more devastating, end his life, creates a profound sense of vulnerability.

The memory of the crash replays in her mind—the deafening silence that enveloped the scene, the collective hush that fell over everyone as they waited for some sign from Lando. In those agonizing moments, the racing world, with its roar of engines and tire screeches, fell silent, giving way to an eerie stillness that mirrored the collective breath-holding of those witnessing the unfolding events.

Natalie's recollection captures the essence of the racing world, where triumphs and setbacks coexist on the same razor's edge. The fear she experienced is a poignant reminder of the inherent risks and uncertainties that come with the pursuit of speed and victory.

“Are you crying?” Lando mumbles as his eyes flutter open, catching sight of Natalie sitting next to him.

“No.” She quickly responds with a reflex denial that she quickly corrects. Her honesty prevails as she wipes away the tears from her cheeks. “Yes.”

Lando lifts his hand, and without hesitation, Natalie takes hold of it, their connection a silent reassurance in the hospital room.

“I'm sorry I scared you.” He apologises, a genuine expression of regret in his voice.

“Please, no. Don't apologize.” She assures him, her voice still carrying the rawness from earlier moments of intense emotions. “How are you feeling?”

“Great.” He chuckles before groaning, the humor punctuated by a twinge of pain.

The small joke from Lando triggers another wave of emotions for Natalie, prompting her to start sobbing again just as Max returns with a coffee.

“I leave for ten minutes, and you're crying more now than earlier.” Max comments, his attempt at lightening the mood as he pulls Natalie in for another hug, offering his support.

“Baby, I'm fine.” Lando reassures her, his grip on her hand a tangible expression of comfort.

Max raises an eyebrow at Lando's use of the word 'baby,' an observation not lost on him. The unspoken understanding between the two friends is evident, and Max decides to leave the room, giving them a moment of privacy.

“Come here.” Lando instructs Natalie, pulling her down to him. In the shared vulnerability of the hospital room, he reassures her with his presence. The simplicity of the gesture speaks volumes, emphasising the connection that goes beyond the complexities of the racing world.

Natalie gently rests her head on Lando's chest, finding solace in the comfort he provides. Her uncontrollable sobs continue, and in response, Lando kisses her forehead multiple times. His gestures of affection and reassurance become a source of calm in the midst of her emotional storm.

“I'm fine.” He tells her once again, his hand running through her hair with a soothing touch. The repeated reassurance becomes a mantra, a reminder that they have weathered the storm together, and he is here, present and unharmed.

In the aftermath of the crash, Lando reflects on the vivid sounds of Natalie's distress—her screams, the panic in her voice when she couldn't see him, and the tears that followed when they denied her immediate access. The echoes of her emotions reverberate in his consciousness, painting a poignant picture of the depth of her concern.

He recognizes the unwavering support and determination in Natalie's actions. The realisation settles in—he knows where things stand with her. She would fight tooth and nail for him, an ally in the face of adversity, and he reciprocates that commitment without hesitation.

In the quiet of the hospital room, their unspoken bond becomes even more pronounced. The shared experiences and the vulnerabilities laid bare strengthen the connection between them.

“I thought you…” Natalie trails off, her words carrying the weight of the fear and uncertainty she experienced.

“Nattie, look at me.” Lando tells her, prompting her to lift her head off his chest. His eyes meet hers, an earnest expression in his gaze. “Accidents happen all the time, and look, here I am.”

“Yeah, but it's you.” She mumbles, her vulnerability laid bare. “I can't lose you.”

In this candid exchange, the depth of Natalie's emotions comes to the forefront. The fear of losing someone she cares about profoundly is a sentiment that transcends the complexities of their roles within the racing world. Lando, with a reassuring gaze, acknowledges the gravity of the moment and the impact of their shared experiences.

The weight of Natalie's words settles in, conveying the depth of her emotions and the genuine love she harbours for Lando, irrespective of the pretences of their fake relationship. The authenticity in her expression resonates with him, transcending the boundaries of their agreed-upon roles.

Her breath hitches, and in a poignant realisation of the significance of her words, Natalie leans in and plants a kiss on Lando's lips. The kiss becomes a tender exchange, her salty tears mingling with their shared moment. In this intimate gesture, the unspoken understanding between them takes on a new dimension, weaving a narrative that goes beyond the intricacies of their relationship.

“I can’t lose you, either.” Lando tells her once they break the kiss.

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Would you write an ellie w x reader where tommy and joel come home one day and catch them kissing and fluff ensues💘

Tangled In Love

! Pairings ,' Ellie x Reader ! CW ,' pure fluff (I know, I'm surprised I was able to write this too) ! words ,' 0.6k ! synopsis ,' Your girlfriend's father figure finally finds out about your relationship ! song ,' Glue - beabadoobee

"Tangled in love, stuck by you"

! AN ,' I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, I'M SORRY IF IT'S SHORT I DIDN'T HAVE MANY IDEAS FOR THIS AND I SUCK AT WRITING FLUFF

You rested snugly in Ellie's embrace, entwined on the couch, as the dying sun cast a warm glow through the windows, painting the room with a gentle embrace. Outside, birds chirp their melodies as if orchestrating the perfect backdrop for this intimate moment.

Ellie's short brown hair tickles your cheek as she leans in to place a tender kiss on your lips. Like constellations on her fair skin, her freckles stood out, and her vibrant green eyes glisten with affection. Each touch and every stolen glance makes your heart flutter with joy.

As you giggled, attempting to untangle yourself, she held you tighter, not wanting to let go. “Els, you need to leave before Tommy gets back,” you whispered. Ellie whined, “he’s still on patrol.”

Lost in the peaceful embrace, you suddenly hear the sound of the front door opening. Surprise fills your widened eyes, mirroring Ellie's expression. Joel enters alongside Tommy. Their early return catches you off guard.

Joel looks over and spots the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms. His eyes widen, and a flicker of confusion passes over his face. You can sense the awkwardness in the air, knowing that Joel thought you and Ellie were nothing more than best friends. You, living with Tommy temporarily due to your house burning down in an accident and the lack of available housing in the community, understands the implications of the situation.

Your lips parted slightly at the sight of Joel, your eyes flickering between him and Ellie. They had been distant for years so you felt like they needed to talk.

Feeling the unease, you gently suggest, "Maybe I should leave so you and Joel can talk."

But Joel surprises you with a smile. "No need for that. How about we join you and Tommy for dinner instead?"

You exchange a glance with Ellie, her expression filled with relief. Accepting Joel's invitation, you make your way to the dining table, accompanied by Ellie's hand in yours. The room is filled with a mix of tension and curiosity as you sit down together.

Throughout the meal, Joel remains silent, observing your interactions with a warm smile. He engages in light conversation, trying to alleviate the awkwardness and make you feel welcome. Tommy chimes in, sharing stories of their recent patrol, diverting attention away from the unspoken truths lingering in the room.

As the dinner progresses, the atmosphere gradually eases, and you find yourself more at ease in Joel's presence. His smile becomes genuine, a silent acknowledgment of his acceptance.

In that poignant moment, you realize that despite the initial astonishment and uncertainty, Joel's unwavering support radiates. The evening evolves into a memorable occasion, filled with laughter, shared stories, and a newfound understanding.

“Don’t leave me if they get too awkward” Ellie whispers playfully in your ear. The two of you stand by the door, bathed in the porch light's glow. Joel waits on the pathway, a distance away, waiting for Ellie.

You chuckled, “You’re stuck with me babe, like glue…..or that god awful pizza dough Jesse made when we were helping him make dinner for Dina.” You shuddered jokingly “it was in my fingernails for weeks dude-”

“Wait- hold up, rewind, dude???” Ellie interrupts, faking offense.

“Shu-”

“Hell nah, we were sucking face like four hours ago and you’re calling me dude???”

Both of you erupt in laughter, the sound echoing like joyous chimes. Eventually, the laughter subsides, leaving behind a tender gaze shared between you.

“See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow”

You watched her walk away, waving goodbye to Joel as they faded into the distance.

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Festivities And A Fever

〚 Notes - Just something to fuel my longing need for supercorp :,) 〛

〚 Pairing- Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Visiting your girlfriend's parent's house for the first time is bound to make anyone feel nervous but maybe it's not just nerves that's bothering Lena. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2460 〛

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“You’re quiet today.” Kara murmured softly, her hand gently squeezing the woman in the passenger seat’s thigh as the two drove along an empty road. 

Lena sighed, trying to hide the discomfort she was feeling. "Just a little tired, that's all love." she replied, offering Kara a weak smile as she interlocked hands with the  

"Are you sure that's all it is?" Kara asked, concern evident in her voice. "You've been acting off since yesterday. Did something happen?" 

"Just a little headache, I think," Lena finally admitted, trying to downplay the rhythmic pounding at the front of her temples, "Maybe I didn't get enough sleep last night, I’ve kinda been fretting about making a good impression on your mom." 

Kara's expression softened with understanding, but her worry only intensified. "Oh, Lena, you don't have to fret about that. Eliza already likes you, you two have spoken on the phone loads. Besides, you're amazing just the way you are. No need to impress anyone." She smiled, leaning over to press a quick kiss to her cheek. 

Lena appreciated Kara's reassurance, but she couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility to make a good impression on Eliza, especially since it was their first Christmas together as girlfriends. "I know she likes me, but I still want her to see that I'm good for you, Kara. And I want everything to go smoothly," Lena said, trying to mask the hint of a sniffle in her voice. 

But of course, Kara's super hearing picked up on her sniffling, she looked over, her brow crinkling with unease, she hated when Lena wasn’t fully honest with her, "Darling, are you sure you're just tired? You can tell me, y’know." she said, casting a worried glance at her girlfriend as the latter stared out of the widow, resting her head against the glass. 

Lena quickly shook her head, hoping to avoid further questioning. "No, I promise, it's just a little headache, nothing serious," she replied, attempting to hide her reddening nose with the back of her hand. 

Kara wasn't entirely convinced, but she didn't want to push her too much. "Alright, if you say so," she let the subject go but she made a mental note to keep a closer eye on her. 

As the drive continued, Lena's headache only seemed to worsen. The rhythmic motion of the car and the warmth of the heater made her eyelids heavy. She tried to stay engaged in the conversation with Kara, but her body felt sluggish, and her thoughts were becoming harder to focus on. 

Feeling more exhausted with each passing minute, Lena eventually leaned her head back against the headrest, closing her eyes briefly. She tried to fight off the urge to sleep, not wanting to miss out on precious moments with Kara, it wasn’t the two got to be alone like this and she knew how much Kara enjoyed driving with her. However, as much as she tried to fight it, the fatigue eventually overwhelmed her, and she drifted off into a light doze. 

As Lena drifted off to sleep, Kara's super hearing picked up on a soft snoring sound emanating from her girlfriend. It was a sound she had never heard from Lena before. It was cute, adorable even, but it also raised Kara's worry a few notches. She’d never once in their whole 2 years of sharing a bed heard her snore. 

Kara tried to suppress a smile at the sound, she was so adorable, but her concern remained. She continued to drive carefully, glancing over at Lena from time to time to make sure she was okay. The snoring persisted, occasionally interrupted by a muffled sniffle. 

Before long they finally arrived at Eliza's home, and Kara parked up the car before gently nudging Lena awake. "Hey, sleepyhead, we're here," she said softly, reaching over to stroke her cheek. 

Lena stirred and blinked her eyes open, rubbing her eyes groggily. She quickly tried to stifle the snoring, realizing that she must have been making those noises in her sleep. "Oh, sorry," she murmured, her face flushing with embarrassment, “We’re here?” 

Kara smiled warmly, reassuring Lena, "It's alright, I thought it was pretty cute and yes we’re here now love.” 

Stepping out into the chilly Midvale air sent a shiver running through the ravenette’s body and she instantly brung her arms up around herself, trying to fight off the icy chill.  

Ready to meet the family?" Kara asked, trying to lighten the mood. She could tell Lena was still not feeling well, but she didn't want to spoil the holiday spirit. 

Lena nodded, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Absolutely! I've been looking forward to this." She didn't want to disappoint Kara or make her worry more than she already did. 

Hand in hand, the two came into the house, greeted by the warm flicker of the burning fireplace and the inviting smell of a fresh holiday meal being prepared in the kitchen. Eliza was already waiting for them, wearing a warm smile as she embraced her daughter and then Lena. 

"Kara, sweetheart, it's so good to see you again," Eliza smiled, holding Kara close. "And you must be Lena! I've heard so much about you, it’s so nice to finally meet you. Oh you’re beautiful dear." 

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Danvers," Lena replied politely, trying to suppress a cough that threatened to escape her throat, “Thank you for having me here, I really appreciate it.” 

Eliza smiled warmly. "Please dear, call me Eliza. We're family now." She turned to Kara. "Kara, why don't you show Lena around? I'll finish up in the kitchen. Alex is here too with Maggie, but they’ve just nipped out to get some more drinks for everyone.” 

Kara nodded as she took Lena's hand and led her through the house, giving her a tour of the place she had grown up in. Lena smiled and listened attentively, trying her best to appear engaged all whilst trying her best to ignore the aches which were forming in her joints.  

As they passed by the living room, Lena noticed the Christmas tree adorned with twinkling lights and ornaments, and a pang of nostalgia hit her. She recalled the many years she spent Christmas alone, without the warmth of a loving family. Lillian hadn’t been one for gifts, never mind celebrating. She had grown up feeling isolated and distant from her own parents, and as such the holiday season was always been a difficult time for her. 

After the tour, Kara took Lena to the guest room where they would be sleeping for the duration of their visit. The room was cosy, with holiday decorations and a wide bed in the centre, and they placed their luggage on the floor.  

Lena attempted to gather some energy and enthusiasm as she gazed around the room, but her headache had worsened and her energy was dwindling by the minute. "This room looks lovely," she murmured, weakly smiling at Kara. "Thank you so much for bringing me here."  

Kara recognised Lena's discomfort and didn't want it to escalate it further "You're welcome, love. I'm glad you like it," she replied, concern etched on her face. "But now, I think we need to actually address how you’re feeling, don’t you?” 

“What do you mean?” Lena asked, her eyes casting down to her feet.  

"Do I really need to say it?" Kara said, sitting on the edge of the bed besides Lena, “You should try and rest for a bit while its quiet.” She murmured softly, telling her sniffling girlfriend to lay down. 

Lena did as she was told. feeling a little guilty for causing Kara to worry. She thought she’d done a better job at hiding it. But she couldn't deny that having Kara by her side was a comfort. She closed her eyes, trying to relax and let the pain subside. 

Time passed, and Lena's headache didn't seem to improve. Not only that but she kept switching between feeling blazing hot and shiveringly cold and it felt like there was a tickle in her nose. But like everything else, Lena tried to ignore it, instead, she shifted her focus to the sound of Kara's calming voice, telling her stories about their childhood memories, hoping to take her mind off the discomfort. 

However, as the tickle in her nose intensified, Lena couldn't hold back anymore. She let out a series of soft, stifled sneezes, one after the other. 

"Bless you," Kara said with a gentle smile, "Hold on, want me to go get you some tissues?" 

"Thank you," Lena replied with a sniffle, "And yes please, if its not too much of a hassle." 

Kara quickly fetched some tissues and handed them to Lena. As Lena wiped her nose, she felt a wave of fatigue wash over her again. "I'm sorry for getting sick." she murmured quietly, her voice distinctly hoarse now. 

But the Kyrptonian only shook her head, “You have nothing to apologise for love.” 

The two stayed like that for an hour or so because they heard Eliza’s warm voice calling them downstairs for dinner. 

As they made their way downstairs, Lena clung to Kara's arm for support, trying to maintain her composure. She didn't want to appear weak or vulnerable, especially not in front of Kara's family. The scent of the delicious holiday meal filled the air, making her stomach growl, but her appetite seemed to have disappeared along with her energy. 

Eliza greeted them warmly, noticing the slight change in Lena's demeanour. "Is everything alright you two?” She asked kindly as the pair came to sit opposite Maggie and Alex at the table. 

Eliza, ever the caring mother figure, noticed Lena's pale complexion and the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead. "Lena, dear, are you feeling alright?" Eliza asked, genuine concern in her voice. 

Lena offered a weak smile and tried to play it off. "I'm okay, Eliza, just a little tired from the drive, I think," she replied, attempting to suppress a cough that threatened to escape. 

Kara, knowing her mother's intuition, decided to chime in. "It was a long journey, I’m sure we’re all a little tired." Kara said, hoping to put her worries at ease. 

But as dinner progressed, Lena's condition seemed to worsen. She tried her best to participate in the conversation, but her responses became shorter and more subdued. The pounding headache, the chills, and the incessant sneezing made it challenging for her to focus on anything else. 

Eliza was smart and she easily picked up on the obvious struggling Lena. She exchanged a concerned look with Kara silently questioning what was wrong and the blonde subtly mouthed the words "she's sick." Eliza nodded in understanding as she gave Lena a sympathetic smile but decided that if she’d stayed silent, there must’ve been a reason and she chose not to push the matter at the table. 

But once the food was eaten, everyone gathered in the living room to talk and share memories. Lena tried her best to participate in the conversations, but her discomfort was becoming increasingly evident. The sneezing persisted, and she could feel her nose becoming more congested by the minute. 

"I'm sorry." Lena mumbled, her voice raspy, "I really didn't mean to get sick like this and ruin the evening."  

Eliza came up to Lena's side, sending her a comforting smile. "Oh, dear, you have nothing to apologise for," Eliza answered warmly, "it's completely normal to get sick every now and then." It happens to everyone. What matters is that you’re safe and here with us.” 

 Kara nodded in agreement. "Eliza’s right. We just want you to feel comfortable and rest if you need to.” 

Lena felt a wave of gratitude wash over her at their understanding and reassurance. "Thank you," she said softly, "I'm just not used to being sick around people. It's always been a bit of a vulnerability for me." 

Eliza patted her shoulder gently. "I understand, but you don't have to worry about that here. We're family, and that means taking care of each other." 

With a gentle smile, Eliza went to the kitchen and returned with a cup of honey tea. "Here, dear," she said, handing it to Lena, "This should help soothe your throat and ease your congestion." 

Lena gratefully accepted the tea, taking a careful sip. The warmth and sweetness provided some comfort, and she felt the soothing effect on her throat. "Thank you, Eliza," she said sincerely, touched by the care and kindness she was receiving – it was so different to how she would’ve been treated with her old family. 

Eliza smiled warmly, sitting beside Lena. "Sometimes, despite it all, what you really need when you're sick is a mom," she said gently, "And I'm more than happy to be that for you today." 

Lena's eyes welled up with tears as she nodded, feeling the warmth of the motherly embrace Eliza was offering. "Thank you," she repeated, her voice soft and full of emotion. 

After spending some more time with the family, Kara noticed that Lena was growing more fatigued. She gently suggested they go outside for some fresh air to help clear Lena's head. Lena agreed, knowing the cold air might provide some relief for her stuffy nose. 

The two bundled up in warm coats and stepped out onto the porch, finding solace in the crisp night air. They sat on the porch swing, the bright night stars twinkling above them, and the peaceful atmosphere around them was calming. Lena leaned her head against Kara's shoulder, feeling the comfort of each other’s warmth. 

As they swayed gently on the swing, the rhythmic motion and the soothing atmosphere lulled them both into a state of drowsiness. The blonde noticed Lena falling asleep, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then leaned her head against Lena's, letting her eyes drift shut as well. The rhythmic motion of the swing and the fresh night air helped Kara relax, and soon she too was dozing off, holding Lena close in her arms. 

Unbeknownst to them, Eliza had been quietly observing from the living room window. Seeing the two of them sleeping peacefully on the porch swing, she couldn't help but smile at the sight. She grabbed a cosy, soft blanket and silently made her way outside. 

Eliza gently draped the blanket over Kara and Lena, making sure they were snug and warm. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on each of their foreheads, feeling a sense of joy and contentment knowing that Kara had found someone like Lena to share her life with. She couldn’t be more proud of them. 

With a motherly smile, Eliza whispered, "Sleep well, my girls," before quietly returning inside to let them rest. 

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maybe, baby // daniel ricciardo

summary: daniel and his fiancée decide it’s time for a baby

authors note: something to tie you over while I write daniels chapter of the one direction series

definitely happens at the beginning of contract season when all the piastri rumours are circulating and he thinks he might get replaced

he realized that it was time for him to think about what was coming next

daniel and his girlfriend had gotten engaged right before the beginning of the season, and it was becoming obvious that things were moving in a certain direction for the couple

so one day they were having dinner on the patio at his parents farm in perth

and he just looked up and said “I want a baby.”

because he always has, the time has just never been right for him and y/n

which turned into hours of conversation about logistics and practicality and fears about becoming parents

gigantic pros and cons chart weighing every eventuality before the decision was finally made

so much research and preparation

imagine the cocky look on this man’s face when he finds out how often you have to have sex in order to have a baby

of course there’s worry at first if the sex will start to feel like a chore

but danny isn’t about to let that happen

it’s different every single time

the entire summer break is spent trying

rough, hard and passionate sex over the kitchen counter, the kind that leaves handprints in skin

fingers gripping granite so hard the skin turns white

“look at you, so eager to make me a daddy.”

messy sex first thing in the morning, headboard slamming against the wall as he pounds into her

his back against the headboard as y/n rides him, tits in his face just the way he likes it

“daniel, oh god, right there, just like that…fill me up, give me that baby”

soft and romantic, with rose petals all over the duvet as they spend hours lost in each other

defo goes out and gets some silk sheets if he didn’t have them already

“I can’t wait to have a baby with you, my sweet sweet girl.”

he definitely bought a karma sutra book for them to try, begging y/n to test out all these new positions with him

the summer break is coming to a close and daniel needs to fly out to belgium

he’s stressed, between contract negotiations and trying to make a child

so y/n decides that they need to take a break from it all

and that’s the night it finally happens

they’re wine drunk and tipsy from dinner, sharing a bottle of champagne back in the hotel room

not thinking about baby making, not thinking about contracts

total relaxation

a night that reminds them why they fell in love with each other in the first place

they find out about eight weeks later, she’s with him at a Grand Prix when she keels over in the garage during free practice

at least four cars come into the garage again and don’t leave because everybody is crowded around the medical tent

daniel is literally shaking with worry, lando is next to him trying to calm him down

when he’s finally allowed to go in, he has to go alone

and that when the doctor tells them: y/n is pregnant

they’re both in the tears, lots of whispered ‘I love you’s

the crowd outside the tent has gotten bigger, basically the entire grid now wants to know if everything is okay

and then danny comes out and everything goes quiet

and then he just simply says ‘I’m finally going to be a dad’

and the entire room starts cheering

cadence elizabeth ricciardo is born nine months later

and daniel knows that everything is going to be okay, regardless of what the future has in store for him

[sequinsmile-x]

Buy the Promises - Chapter 3

It gets harder to keep the promise as time goes on, as Emily goes from his girlfriend to his fiancée to his wife. He wants nothing more than to put Elizabeth in her place, to stop her from hurting her daughter in a way that only she could. 

AKA The three times Aaron doesn't tell Elizabeth off, and the one time he does

Chapter 3/4

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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Hi friends,

Thanks so much for the love on this fic so far - as always it means so much to me!!

This is the last chapter where our dear Aaron bites his tongue...in the next one he will finally tell Elizabeth off.

Please let me know what you think &lt;3

-x-

Warnings: Infertility, struggling to conceive

Words: 3.1k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily is just leaning in to check her reflection in the bathroom mirror, double checking that her hair and make-up look good, when the alarm she’d set on her phone just three minutes ago makes her jump. 

She turns it off quickly, well aware that her husband would have heard it too, the brief pause in his footsteps around their bedroom all the confirmation she needs. 

The mix of hope and anxiety as she approaches the counter she’d laid the pregnancy test down on is familiar. A feeling that had become commonplace ever since they’d started trying a year ago, quickly followed by the searing disappointment every month when the tests would come back negative, her period often following only a few days later, a cruel reminder from her body that she didn’t have what she desperately wanted. 

They’d gone to her doctor before they’d started trying. She’d been told in Paris that her fertility had a question mark over it, that whilst the table leg Ian had driven through her hadn’t done any specific damage to her uterus, the overall trauma to her body meant she might struggle to conceive. At first, it had been a blow but it was one of many at the time. She was dead to almost everyone who knew her, forced to hide away as Ian was still at large. Then when she came home she thought about it a little more, but it felt like a moot point if she didn’t have someone to have a baby with.

Then Aaron happened. 

He’d been the first to mention having another kid. It had been a random Thursday evening at his place, just before she’d moved in, and he’d watched her as she helped Jack with his homework. Once the little boy was in bed Aaron had asked her if she ever thought about having a child, citing how good she was with Jack, how much he wanted to see her with a child that was half him and half her, and it had left her breathless. For a moment she’d struggled to explain just how much she wanted it, how she’d been thinking about it since the moment it became clear Aaron was just as in love with her as she was with him, but the doubt that it could ever happen was a mark on the future she imagined with him.

He’d, of course, been nothing but understanding as she told him what the doctors had told her in Paris, and he’d gone with her to all of her appointments she had to have to try and find an answer. He’d held her hand through all of them, assured her afterwards when her anxiety was at an all-time high that he didn’t need another kid to be happy, and he’d shared in her joy when her doctor confirmed she saw no reason why Emily wouldn’t be able to get and to stay pregnant. 

They’d started trying immediately, and since then they’d got engaged, moved into the house they were now living in and got married. Her life was what she once thought it wouldn’t be, full of love and joy but the disappointment that she hadn’t become pregnant yet lingered at its edges. Her hope dwindled with every negative test, and the feeling that she was doing nothing more than letting Aaron down only increased. 

She blows out a breath as she looks down and she shakes her head at herself when there is only one line staring back at her, the treacherous hope that had lingered in her chest turning to anger, bitter and burning as she berates herself for getting her hopes up again. She closes her eyes and clears her throat, giving herself a moment before she opens them and throws the negative test into the trashcan. 

“Sweetheart…” Aaron says as he walks into the room, he drifts off as he looks at her, the expression on her face all too familiar. He looks down at the trashcan and sees the empty pregnancy test box and the negative test on top of it. He allows himself to feel his own disappointment, his own sadness, for a second before he pushes it down, her feelings far more important to him than his own, “Em-”

“We need to go,” she says, cutting him off and walking past him into the bedroom, “Otherwise we’ll be late,” she forces a smile at him, “We both know how my mother feels about tardiness.” 

He sighs as he looks at her, the anger and irritation at herself thrumming under her skin, making her practically vibrate with it as she picks jewellery from her dresser, a barely discernible shake to her hands as she slides a bracelet he got her for her birthday over her wrist. 

“We don’t have to go, we can just stay home.” 

She chuckles bitterly and shakes her head, wishing that it was that simple, that her mother would accept them cancelling at the last minute with a feeble excuse of not feeling well. 

“No, we can’t,” she says, looking at him desperately, “Because then she’d ask why and…I don’t want to get into this with her.” 

He wants to argue, wants to tell her that he’ll call her mother and say they weren’t coming, but he knows that won’t help. Instead, he nods and crosses the room to pull her into a hug. She melts into it, her grip on his back so tight he idly thinks about the creases it will form in his jacket. 

“I love you, sweetheart,” he says, knowing she always needed reassurance after a moment like this, and he’d always be willing to give it to her. 

“I love you too,” she says, pulling back and looking at him with a shaky smile, “We should get going.”

He nods and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her jaw before he pulls away, “Come on, I’ll take you to any drive-thru you want on the way home,” he says, kissing her forehead before he pulls away, linking his arm through hers as he leads her out of the bedroom, “We both know you’ll be complaining that the food she serves doesn’t fill you up.”

She squeezes his arm, grateful that he loves her enough to change the subject, to try and distract her, and she scoffs lightly, “It wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Sergio, honey, and you know it.”

___

In a strange way, she’s almost glad they’d already agreed to go to her mother’s for dinner. 

She feels her walls go up as soon as they park up on Elizabeth’s driveway, and the automatic reaction Emily can’t remember life without. A reaction that was planted in her childhood and then cultivated throughout her adult life, protection of herself against her mother and the way she always knew how to press her buttons. 

She’s grateful for Aaron, for how he sits by her side through dinner, his hand on her knee as he laughs and jokes along with everyone else as if he’d been born into this life. It makes her love him even more, how he accepted this part of her, the part she couldn’t escape despite years of trying to. He’d always say it was his job that made him good at it, that politics was so deeply ingrained in his role that it came naturally to him now, but she knew it was more than that.

It was because of the same reason he would practically vibrate with fury every time her mother upset her, his shoulders tense like he was a caged animal of sorts, the promise he’d made her a muzzle that kept his need to protect her from the one person who should truly love her back in his chest. 

He loved her, thats why he did all these things, and all she could ever do was hope that he knew she loved him back just as fiercely. 

She feels Aaron squeeze her knee a little tighter, and she realises she’s drifted off. Lost in her own thoughts about the negative pregnancy test in the trash and the box of ovulation tests in the cabinet that never seemed to do her any good. She looks up at him and he nods over to her mother, whose eyebrow is raised at her, a look she would have once gotten for scraping her knee just before she had to be at an event of some sort.

“Sorry,” Emily says, clearing her throat, “I was miles away.”

“Margaret was asking you a question,” Elizabeth says, and Emily turns to her mother’s friend, a woman she’d met countless times who always seemed the strangest mix of overly interested and completely bored by everything. 

“Elizabeth tells us you got married recently,” Margaret says, her smile as fake as the veneers that sat behind it. 

“Six months ago,” Emily says, flashing her eyes to her mother’s, “It was lovely. It’s a shame it clashed with one of Mother’s assignments.” 

Aaron coughs from next to her and she shares a quick smile with him when she realises it was so he could cover a laugh. She feels a sense of satisfaction when she looks at her mother and sees a flash of irritation passes over her face. 

“Well, what about grandchildren,” Margaret says, clearly trying to change the subject, “When are you going to make your mother a grandmother.” 

It feels like a punch to the gut and it briefly does take her breath away, her mind immediately back on her bathroom and the negative test and all the ones that had come before it. She places her hand over Aaron’s on her knee and links their fingers together, squeezing so hard she’s sure if she could see their hands their knuckles would be white. She opens her mouth to speak, to say something, anything, to move the conversation along.

“We have Jack already,” she says, smiling tightly, “He’s Aaron’s son from his first marriage and we’re raising him together.” 

Margaret reaches for her wine glass and smiles, “I mean a child of your own.” 

She can feel Aaron’s hand grip her knee even tighter, his irritation forcing his shoulders tighter together. She’s about to say that Jack is her child, that blood has nothing to do with what makes a family, but she’s cut off by her mother.

“Oh, Emily is far too interested in her career to have a baby,” Elizabeth says, chuckling softly, wholly unaware of how her words felt like a dagger to her daughter’s chest.

Emily isn’t sure whether it’s the irony, the fact her mother of all people was saying she was too focused on her career to have a child, or the fact she’s so determined to not cry that causes her body to force out a laugh. It’s wry, and tastes bitter on her tongue, something she chases away with a sip of wine before she stands up. 

“Excuse me,” she says, clearing her throat, “I need the bathroom.” 

She’s up and out of the room before Aaron can react, his hand slipping from her leg down to his side. If he thought he’d been angry at his mother-in-law before he was wrong. This was a new type of fury, one that he hadn’t experienced in years, that made him feel a little bit too much like his own father. He has to remind himself that Elizabeth doesn’t know, that she has no idea that having a baby was something they’d wanted for so long, but he knows that’s also her fault. Emily never spoke to her about anything like that because she didn’t trust her, because their relationship simply wasn’t a typical mother-daughter one. 

He almost says something, a scathing comment on the tip of his tongue before he reminds himself of the promise he’d made, and the fact he wouldn’t be able to say anything without telling Elizabeth, and her friends, the very thing Emily hadn’t wanted to share with even their close friends. It was something just between the two of them, something they shared and grieved together every month when it didn’t happen. He’d encouraged her to tell someone, especially since Penelope kept on asking them when they’d have a baby, but she’d refused. A sad smile on her face as she shrugged and said her best friend already knew because he knew. 

He clears his throat and he stands up, throwing the napkin in his lap down onto the table with more force than necessary, and he looks at Elizabeth, hoping he’s somewhat able to keep a neutral expression.

“Excuse me,” he says, leaving the room without any further comment. He walks quickly to the bathroom and knocks on the door, “Em? Sweetheart, it’s me.” 

The lock unclicks and he pushes the door open, his heart aching as he sees her leaning against the counter tears she won’t shed here shining in her eyes. He purposely keeps his distance, not wanting to touch her and send her over the edge, to force tears to breach the dam she’d kept them behind with nothing but a comforting hug. 

“She really does have a knack for pushing my buttons,” she says, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, “Even the ones she doesn’t know are there,” she presses her lips together and shakes her head, “It’s quite the skill.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Do you want to go home?”

She nods, “Yeah, I do. I don’t think I can sit there through dessert. I might just say I feel sick,” she smiles wryly at him, “It wouldn’t be a total lie.” 

“We’ll go home then,” he replies, and he reaches for the door, ready to go out and tell his mother-in-law in no uncertain terms that they were leaving. 

“Aaron?” Emily asks, drawing his attention back to her and she bites the inside of her cheek, “This might sound juvenile, but can I have a hug before we go back out there?”

He’s across the room in seconds, enveloping her in his arms as he kisses her forehead, “It’s not juvenile,” he says, kissing her forehead again, “The only reason I didn’t is because I didn’t want to make you cry.” 

She chokes out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, “Not here,” she says, resting her cheek on his shoulder, “Maybe when we get home though.” 

He pulls back and smiles at her, and he wipes away a stray tear, not acknowledging it any further, “Good thing I stocked up on Kleenex and your favourite candy.” 

___

She gets into bed as soon as they get home.

Aaron gives her some space and takes some time to put away some dishes and do some laundry, purposely going slowly. When he makes his way upstairs and into the bedroom he’s quiet as he walks into the room just in case she’s fallen asleep, but she’s lying on her side, his pillow cuddled to her chest as she stares at the wall. 

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” He asks as he sits on the edge of the bed, reaching over and placing his hand on her waist, his thumb stroking at the base of her ribcage, “I have paperwork I could do-”

“No,” she says, shifting her gaze so she’s looking at him, “I don’t want you to leave me alone.” 

He feels relief in a way he can’t really explain and he nods, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before he stands up, “I’m just going to get changed and then I’ll be back, okay?”

She hums, “Okay.” 

He doesn’t think he’s ever gotten ready for bed faster. His clothes barely make the hamper, and he just about brushes his teeth. By the time he climbs into bed with her, she’s put his pillow back, and she curls around him the moment he’s settled down. He doesn’t say anything, knows that there is nothing he can say, and he simply pulls her closer.

“What if it never happens for us, Aaron?” She says eventually, her words quiet in the darkness of their room, “I want a baby with you so much but…what if it just doesn’t happen because there’s something wrong with me?” Her voice cracks at the end of her sentence and he feels hot tears fall onto his t-shirt, her sadness burning him

“There is nothing wrong with you, Emily,” he says, kissing her forehead fiercely, wanting nothing more than to be able to press his love into her skin, “We can go back to your doctor, figure things out. I’ll get tests too - it could be me.” 

She scoffs and pulls back to look at him, “You have a son, Aaron. We both know it’s not you.” 

“We don’t,” he says, cupping her cheek and wiping tears away with his thumb, “I’m eight, almost nine years older than I was then. And my body has been through a lot. These things change,” he says, and she shrugs, totally unconvinced and he sighs, “Em, I want you to know even if this doesn’t happen for us…” he drifts off as she stiffens in his embrace, her eyes immediately shinier, “Even if it doesn’t, nothing will ever change how I feel about and our life. I love you.” 

It’s something she hadn’t realised she needed to hear. It would devastate her if she was never able to have a child with him, but she knew that they’d move past it together. That they’d love their life no matter what direction it took them in. 

“I love you too,” she replies, leaning forward to kiss him quickly before she rests her head back on his shoulder, “How close did you come to yelling at my mom?” 

He hums, turning to kiss her head before he answers, “Closer than I did after the wedding dress incident.” 

She shakes her head at him, “If we do…” she clears her throat, pushing down the emotions that start to climb up it again, before she continues, “If we do have a baby, and she ever says anything remotely mean about them or Jack you have my permission to break your promise.” 

He hauls her closer and runs his hand up and down her back, his chin resting on top of her head as she settles further into him. 

“Noted.” 

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Safe Haven - Resident Evil

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Wife! Reader

Cute fluff, minor angst from getting separated due to the outbreak and brief mention of suggestive themes and injuries.

Leon and his beloved wife had known each other since childhood when they grew up in the same neighbourhood, attended the same schools and often played together where they were inseparable.

He asked her to become his girlfriend during high school prom, which she happily accepted as she shared the same feelings, which made him the happiest teenage boy ever.

They went on cute dates and shared their first everything together from kissing to losing their virginity.

They moved in together after graduation and eventually as time went on, Leon proposed to her with a beautiful engagement ring as he started the police academy.

Once the police academy was over, they got married and moved to Raccoon City as Leon got a job offer there as a rookie cop, hoping to make new memories in a new city together.

Unfortunately, they couldn't experience married life as the outbreak caused by the Umbrella Corporation happened and they, unfortunately, got separated without means of communication.

They never gave up on each other and always prayed that they will be reunited someday and finally experience the married life that they deserve by hopefully having children and growing old together.

After what felt like an entirety of waiting for so long, Leon and his wife were finally reunited and had an emotional moment together by shedding tears of happiness and hugging each other so tightly that they were afraid to let each other go if they were to get separated again.

They finally caught up with each other by telling stories about the adventures and missions they went on and have gotten scars and injuries as a result.

Later that night, they used their bodies and words to convey their feelings and relive their wedding night as they missed the sensation of becoming one together, having their bodies being entangled with one another and the high they experience during the act.

A few weeks later, both of them adopted the young Sherry Birkin into their family and found out that they were expecting at the same time which made it the happiest days of their lives.

Throughout the whole pregnancy, Leon and Sherry are so doting toward her and always making sure that she and the baby are alright.

Sherry looks forward to the day when she officially becomes a big sister because she was an only child back then with her late parents.

Once when it's time for the baby to arrive, Leon is in the delivery room with his wife to support her during the birth while Sherry is being looked after by Chris and Claire.

After a long and painful labour, both of they have welcomed their first child, a healthy baby boy which they named Logan.

They couldn't be more happier after becoming new parents with their own child but also being adoptive parents to a young girl who lost her own parents in tragic circumstances.

Needless to say, they all become a big happy family with hopes that the world would eventually become normal for the children's sake as they got a long way to go in life.

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[rinbowaman]

My Girlfriends Roommate - Chapter 3

You took a moment and observed the young man that stepped foot inside your dorm. Draped all in black, he wore ripped up skinny jeans, boots, along with a rock band logo tee lying underneath a lightweight leather jacket, all of which was topped off with a matching fitted cap, you never would have expected for someone who looked like him to be Vicky’s boyfriend.

You tried to remain open minded and figured he was a man who did not restrict his sense of style, and perhaps he has days where he dressed just as lavish as Vicky did, but the manner of how he presented himself right now was shocking to you. “Baby do you want to come with us? You should gooooo. Come on!” Vicky’s begging and whining was adorable, despite how overly dramatic she was being with her expression and tone. Standing at the other side of the room, you grabbed your phone from the bed side table. Seeing Vicky with Ethan together initiated a reminder to check in with Samuel. Not thinking anything of it, you made a minor mental note that as of late, he had been somewhat delayed in responding or sending messages. You figured it had to be his demanding schedule, yet you meant to reach out to him. Starting college a year before you, Samuel expressed numerous times of the demands in being a prospering candidate and audition for the football draft, which meant a great deal to him. Eternally expressing in how grateful he was that you were understanding and not at all the clingy type, but someone who genuinely cared of his ambition and could display love and support while respecting the aptitudes of personal space. Vicky turned to face your direction as she guided Ethan’s arms around her waist; she calls your name and eagerly gestures you to come forth to introduce you. It felt a little awkward due to the intimidating vibe oozing from the man standing next to her. But you were a good sport as you equipped yourself with poise and set your phone back on the bedside table, which you couldn’t help but noticed that Ethan, slightly reacted to the polite gesture.

He raised his brows at the displayed sign of respect you admitted before watching you carefully make your way to him. Fidgeting with your fingers and looking down at the floor, you made it obvious that we’re feeling a little timid by his presence. Maybe it was the nerves, but as you got closer, he was much taller than how he appeared from across the room, a silent gulp slips down your throat. “Ethan, this is my roommate. You finally get to meet her! She and I have become good friends.” Looking at Vicky as she announced your introduction, you took a step towards Ethan dashing a polite smile and extended your hand to meet his large one, engaging in a handshake. As hard as it was, you maintained eye contact with his dark and beady eyes. “It’s nice to meet you, Ethan. My name is Y/N.” You spoke softly, still feeling uneasy by his glaring presence. You tried to cover it by giving him a firm handshake, incorporating a full grab of his hand and a gentle squeeze. He was awfully quiet, and his eyes were black, a noticeable trait as you looked into them as a formality. From what you could see underneath his cap, it did look like he had a rather handsome face. It was left unstated, but you guessed that he too was ethnically Korean by the way he spoke the language when Vicky greeted him at the door. As you shook his hand and submitted your greeting, you ended up thinking for a split second that, regardless of his unsettling height and the apocalyptic scream of black reflected in his attire, the couple looked rather cute together. A perfect example of opposites attracts. Your thought process was interrupted when he spoke out in response to your introduction. With a perfect accent and pronunciation, it goes without saying that Ethan adapted the English language very well and probably did so at a young age. His pronunciation was even better than Vicky’s and you wondered if it might have been a shared first language for him. “Nice to meet you.” His voice was deep, smooth, and cool. You didn’t want to overthink it, but his rather quiet demeanor, darkened expression, and aloof countenance seemed a little off putting. Nevertheless, you ended up feeling a little guilty at your initial perception of the lad prior to meeting him. Sure he was a man, but he had a friendly nature that was refreshingly original. He was, surprisingly, very formal, and polite in the way he carried himself.

Still, it goes without saying that he looked like the type whose bad side is one that you would not want to be on. You’re not able to pinpoint exactly what it was, but your gut instinct caused you to feel some type of way with Ethan. Looking over to Vicky, you took notice that she was staring at her phone the whole time you and Ethan exchanged words and handshakes. You needed to break the eye contact with him, so you proceeded to initiate small talk with her, which enforced her to break away from her phone and to respond, asking where you wanted to go for lunch. You tended to always use your peripheral sight, even when looking directly at someone, you always maintained some level of awareness to your entire surrounding. You can’t recall how the habit developed, and you’re not sure why, it was just something you did ever since you were a child. Today was no exception. Capturing the indirect views of the room, there was one view you noticed, and it was daunting. You caught a side view of Ethan facing your direction; not completely sure what he was looking at, yet somehow, you got a feeling he was looking at you. Studying your side profile and the outline of your features as you continued looking over to Vicky engaging in small talk. You tried your best to remain inconspicuous at the possibility that Vicky’s intimidating boyfriend was watching you. You pretended to not notice and continued facing Vicky, who didn’t seem to notice Ethan staring. “Oh, Gabe says he’ll be here in 5 min. I’ll also introduce you to him before we head out.”

At the mentioning of his name, Ethan’s head snapped towards Vicky, and he propelled a question that furthered the uneasy prospect of meeting with Gabe, which you initially felt after she first mentioned him.

You initially felt that way about Ethan too, however, after witnessing his attentive display of formality and respect, it would appear Ethan was in the clear. Sort of. “Gabe?” His voice was calm and still. “Yes.” “You mean Gabriel?” “Yes Ethan.” “You wanna tell me why?” “Why what?” You were caught off guard by Vicky’s attitude.

You’ve never seen her so brazen and haughty. How she found courage to speak in such a manner to someone as dominating as Ethan was impressive and beyond you. “You know why, Vik.”

Ethan’s disdained words were reflected in his tone as he called her by the nickname. Though you weren’t sure she was a fan of it given her slight look of disgust as she lifted her gaze from her phone after hearing him. Ethan on the other hand, victoriously lifted a brow hinting his expectation for a response. Seeing that she was purposely ignoring him, and that her gaze remained plastered to her phone, he stared down and closed the distance towards Vicky with crossed arms. It caught her attention and this time; Vicky didn’t react with the same attitude as before. You could only imagine how terrifying the look in his eye must have been. For someone like Vicky, his own girlfriend, to shift her sights around to avoid every ounce of eye contact as she stared down at the floor. Even though you were curious, you felt too scared to look up at his face and see for yourself. Just like Vicky, you looked at anything and everything else in the room. Almost positive that she was just putting up a front to cover the cowardly act of not meeting his sight, which seemed to be a common method of him relaying to her that he was still waiting for an answer, she ended up rolled her eyes. It became evident that Gabe, or Gabriel, whoever this person was, had been a frequent topic between the two. “ Ethan…” she releases a sigh, “We’re good friends. I don’t want to do this right now; Gabe will be here literally any second so please just drop it.” Vicky spoke out as brave as she could. Still not making any eye contact with him, instead, she stared at her phone screen yet again. It was beginning to feel somewhat awkward, so you did your best to pretend you were focusing on something else. You turned your head and looked towards one of the windows, pretending to admire the view of the magnolia trees while loosely hugging your body. Suddenly, another knock is heard, only this time it was followed by the opening of the door; not opened by you, Vicky, or even Ethan, but by the person who issued the knock.

[astorytotellyourfriends]

Sorry for this but you’re my favourite writer and I just thought of this and had to share so I could get your thoughts! Hellcheer Wedding Singer au 😳

ANON NEVER APOLOGIZE I AM SO HONORED YOU CAME TO ME WITH THIS AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LOUD I SCREAMED WHEN I READ IT BECAUSE THE WEDDING SINGER IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES OF ALL TIME!!!!!!

i too thought about this recently (idk why i haven't watched it in ages and i need to fix that asap) and TRULY why hasn't anyone done it yet!!! it's perfect for them!!!!

like i can absolutely see eddie and the cc boys doing wedding gigs (def under a different name tho i doubt corroded coffin would be popular with the wedding crowd) but still holding out hope for the dream of making it as a real band!!!

he meets chrissy at one of the last gigs he does before his own wedding and they hit it off, comparing notes about what they would and wouldn't do at their respective weddings (because she's engaged too, though she and jason haven't set a date yet). she makes him promise to sing at her wedding and eddie of course says yes but only if you promise to waitress at MY wedding (which gets a laugh out of chrissy and if eddie weren't an almost-married-man... he might've tried to make her laugh again).

but then he gets dumped by his longtime girlfriend, tammy (obviously), AT THE FUCKING ALTAR and eddie falls into a deep depression. he gives up on the gigs and music altogether because tammy basically told him he was never going to amount to anything if he kept being a wedding singer and she didn't sign up for this!

having witnessed eddie getting left at the altar and the impressive meltdown at his first (and last) gig post breakup, chrissy makes it her mission to try and cheer eddie up. it's probably (definitely) misguided, but she tells him that he has to return to music eventually because she and jason have finally set a date and he promised!!!

etc etc they become closer friends, eddie slowly realizes he's falling in love with chrissy and that jason's a huge fucking tool (and is cheating on her every chance he gets) but he can't tell her. he doesn't wanna break her heart! but of course chrissy's going through the same turmoil because she's absolutely falling for eddie too and realizing she's not in love with jason anymore but she can't just throw away her relationship, can she???

more drama etc etc eventually tammy comes crawling back and then there's miscommunication where tammy and chrissy meet and tammy introduces herself as eddie's fiancee and chrissy is heartbroken because she'd finally made the decision to tell eddie how she feels but instead she just runs right back and tells jason they should just get married NOW instead of waiting for their wedding.

and if i really wanted to go full ridiculous, i'd absolutely write the whole plane to vegas nonsense INCLUDING BILLY IDOL BEING ON THE SAME FLIGHT and eddie singing a song he wrote for chrissy over the plane intercom (CHRISSY THIS IS FOR YOU????) and then getting the girl AND securing a record deal bc that's just how things work in romcoms obviouslyyyy

anyway yes i am absolutely here for hellcheer in the wedding singer thank u for letting me ramble about it ilysm for this 🥰🥰🥰

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

༉‧₊˚. 𝐮𝐬 || 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

― pairing: maggie greene x fem farmhand plus size!reader

― era: season 4

― summary: it took a long time for you and maggie to finally get together, and when you did, the prison fell apart, leaving her to find you once again.

― warnings: a suggestive sentence, kissing, killing a walker.

― wc: 868

⋆ a/n: thank you @peachlady-aggiejean and @alexleftme on tumblr for your requests! both of them were basically the same so i figured why not just knock them out? this was a nice classical write, as if sticking to the main plot of the show is like classic english literature lmao!!

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You had practically grown up with Maggie, from elementary school to high school, and during your senior year, Hershel had offered you a proposition; you become his farmhand and he’d provide you with housing. Of course, being the spunky & sporadic teenager that you were, you were quick to jump at the opportunity to do so, and at that moment, it seemed like a good decision. Until you had fallen in love with the head strong woman. Even though you two were best friends, sexuality was almost never talked about unless it was about the boys Maggie had a crush on or how her late-night endeavors went. So, honestly, you had no clue if she was gay or not.

You both shared a close relationship with one another, though, sometimes finding comfort in the opposite’s arms, sometimes cuddling or even sharing cheek kisses.

When the world fell, you were glad that you guys were together despite the grief you felt for the fact that you’ll probably never see your family again. It was a calm couple of months before Rick’s group came along, carrying Shane along with them. He was your end you suppose, a ticking time bomb that was soon to help clear up the Greene family’s delusion that there was a way to cure the dead. You never really believed there was, but who were you to go against what Hershel thought after everything he had done for you? When the barn was opened, so were everyone’s eyes.

Being out on the road after the farm was overrun was harsh, everyone was close to losing their marbles in a drop of a hat, especially Rick. So, it was safe to say that when you guys discovered the prison, it was a saving grace, a break that everyone needed. It was a place that allowed everyone to grow, to flourish, even though the Governor had tried to take it away from you. It was nice to see everyone heal, but nothing was nicer than the night that you and Maggie had shared a sweet kiss. It was unexpected, to you at least, as you sat up in the guard towers looking at the walkers and up at the stars, engaging in a quiet, giggly conversation before she had this look in her eye, one that fell to your lips and never moved. You gulped nervously as she leaned in, your lips brushing up against one another’s before pressing against you fully.

The kiss was magical, one that filled your body with glee and happiness, as well as a bit of anxiousness. You didn’t know what it meant, if she felt the same as you, that she had finally wanted to be your girlfriend. It was safe to say you lived in bliss, your honeymoon stage in full swing as you often snuck away together, sharing sweet kisses and reassuring brushes against each other.

That was then.. but here was now. You were separated, and you had no idea how long it had been since you’ve seen somebody, anybody. It was hard to be on your own, every day grew lonelier by the second, as if it was the beginning of the fall all over again. You were growing weaker, especially your body due to the lack of food, sleep, and water.

You kept on trudging on, heat beating down on you as you made your way through the woods, unsure of where you were going. Your legs ached, your back feeling like it was about to snap in two as you carried a heavy sack behind you. The distinct snarling made you groan, and then you turned around to find that there was not one, not two, not three, but four walkers coming your way ready to eat your flesh right off your bones. You attempted to fight them off, successfully killing three out of the four of them before one fell on top of you, teeth snapping in your face as you desperately tried to keep a grip on its shoulders. This was not the way you imagined dying, you had yet to find your family, your girlfriend. Tears sprung in your eyes at the thought, dread settled deep in your gut as you cried out in desperation.

“Help!” You called out. “I can’t- fuck!” You cursed when your hand slipped, half of his body leant down towards yours. Then, there were fast approaching footsteps, some people calling out to the person from the distance as they approached you.

There was a squelch followed by the person shoving the thing off you.

“_______?” Maggie said your name breathlessly, as if she couldn’t believe that you were here. “Mags?” You said in disbelief. She helped to pull you up where your lips met feverishly, caressing together as she grabbed whatever she could and held you close to her body tightly. You could feel her warm tears dripping down her cheeks and onto yours, where you could only guess what was happening with yours too.

“You’re alive.” She chanted as you separated, your foreheads resting against one another’s.

“I’m here, Maggie,” You said with a wet smile, brushing some of her hair out of her face, “I’m here.”

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[cloudykaii]

a real forever

pairing: huang renjun x reader

summary: you love renjun so much, he’s your soulmate.. so why did you let this go on for so long?

warnings: lying, manipulation.. jaemin is lowkey a coward, but i think that’s it

The mood of the day was a deep contrast to the atmosphere. The sun shined brightly outside the hotel window, and you could hear the music from the band warming up. Everything seemed glow in the lavish hotel room you were in, and then there was you; sitting on the bed in your wedding dress, trying not to cry.

With the beaded lace of the bodice and the material of the dress that had been altered to suit you, you should have felt like the happiest woman in the world. The dress and the wedding and the man would have been a dream come true for anyone else, but you just felt suffocated. It was never supposed to go this far. When Na Jaemin had become your partner on a project in college, it was nothing. The two of you didn't run in the same social circles, and the only things you knew about each other were what you had heard. You knew that he was wealthy and had a reputation around campus. He knew that you were quiet and stuck to your best friend like glue.

Then he had offered to let you come over to his place to do the project. That was where it all began. His parents had come home while you were sitting on the couch together. The work for the day had been finished and you were just waiting on Renjun to come pick you up, but his mother had started gushing about how he hadn't even mentioned he had a girlfriend, why hadn't he discouraged any of those nasty rumors then, and she was so happy he had finally found someone permanent. You vividly remembered having moved to tell her truth, laughing awkwardly, but Jaemin had beat you to it, slinging an arm around your shoulders and lying about how he was just nervous to bring you home.

After Renjun got there, he had followed you outside to whisper to you, begging to go along with it. His mom was so happy, and he'd been nothing but a disappointment to her recently. That had hit you hard. You knew what it was like to be giving your all and still feel like it wasn't enough. So you fell for it, agreeing. He had promised to break it off after two weeks, but then two weeks turned into a month, which turned into six, which turned into three years.

You weren't dumb, you had tried to break it off yourself on several occasions, but every time something came up. Jaemin would agree and then at the last second chicken out and drop some news. For example, one time he had tried but what came out of his mouth was, "We're engaged!" Which, of course, leads you back to the current predicament.

Honestly, you were beginning to think that his mom knew in some form, maybe not the exact details but she had to know something. Because every time you had tried to tell her throughout the wedding process, she flipped it. You told her you hadn't even known her son before the project and she waved a hand and said, "Love at first sight is rare, you should cherish it."

You tried to gently tell her by starting out with, "You know, Jaemin is great, but at first-"so that you could work it in but she had just laughed and cut you off with the joke, "Does anyone really like their partners at first?"

The final time you tried was last night. His parents had taken you out of dinner for a pre-celebration- as they called it. After his mother had had a couple glasses of wine, you spoke up. "Before we get even more carried away, there is something the two of us need to confess to you both." But Jaemin had looked at you with eyes of panic before interjecting that it could wait until after the wedding, it was just good news the two of you wanted to share. 

But frankly, the biggest problem with marrying laemin wasn't that it started under false pretenses, or even that you didn't love each other- it's that he wasn't Renjun.

Renjun was your best friend and he meant everything to you. You had been in love with him for years, long before your fake fiancee had ever even come into the picture. He had been there through everything, and even that day when you had gotten to his car and pretended to be excited about Jaemin "asking you out," all he had said was that he hoped you were happy and that he treats you well, despite how you noticed the glimmer of something in his eyes. You and Renjun had never actually dated, but it had always been sort of unspoken that the two of you were together. You were closer than friends should be; always cuddling, hugging, Renjun would kiss you on the forehead a little too soft and a little too often to just be platonic. You were always together. He kept a picture of you in his wallet, you have pictures of him as your lock screen. Everyone just always kind of assumed that if you weren't together, you would be, which was why everyone was shocked when the news of your new relationship broke. 

You wanted to get married, but you wanted more than this. You wanted more than just a façade of love, you wanted Renjun- who you loved. He was generous and kind, and so cute when his nose scrunched he wanted to tell you the truth about something but didn't want to hurt your feelings; and how if you went out, he always wanted to match outfits so "people knew you belonged together."

You wanted a real forever, you wanted more than this facade happening with Jaemin. 

The weight of the situation seemed to finally sink in, and you couldn't stop the tears from flowing. You didn't know how long you cried until there was a knock at the door. You took one breath, then two, trying to make yourself sound more stable as you finally managed, "Come in."

The door slowly opened, and your heart broke all over again. Renjun looked amazing in his all black suit. It was fitted perfectly, which made you tear up again because you can remember convincing him to buy it for something much happier than this wedding.

His chest was heaving as if he had just run throughout the entire hotel trying to find you, but when he saw you crying he still moved for you immediately, sitting on the bed beside you and cupping your face. "Oh, sweetheart. Why are you crying? You're getting married!"

When you let out another sob at that, he pulled you into his chest, his heart breaking. Before he could say anything however, you started rambling. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I lied," you hiccupped, moving to hold on tight to your best friend; he was your lifeline.

He knew what you meant. When you had informed him of the engagement, he had asked you outright. "Are you happy?" He hadn't believed you, but when you said yes, he thought you were telling the truth, so he supported you. Even if it meant breaking his own heart.

"I'm not happy, I don't want to marry Jaemin. I don't love him, I never did. I lied." You were ready for him to be mad at you, to have a billion questions, to leave you behind forever. Instead, all he did was brush a curl away from your face and smile at you gently. "You look beautiful."

You did. Even with your mascara smudged from crying into him, and your eyes as sad as they were, you'd always be the most beautiful woman in the world to him. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "I need you to be sure about this, Y/N. You told me you were happy, that this was what you wanted. We've never lied to each other before, so I need you to make sure this confession here isn't cold feet, and that you're actually asking me what I think you're asking me.”

The words tumbled out of you in a panic, trying to explain to him everything that had happened between you and Jaemin and how it began. Through the sobs, and desperation in your voice, he didn't really catch every word, but he got the gist. "Why didn't you tell me?" He tried not to sound hurt, but he couldn't help it. "I thought we told each other everything."

"He told me not to until it was over! And he kept saying he'd tell them, but he never did, and now he's acting like I have to marry him, and his mom wouldn't-"

"Breathe, baby." Renjun's voice was calming as he took both of your hands in his and held them together with one hand over his heart. "I need you to breathe, okay? I love you. I'm not mad, just incredibly worried. Has.. Has Jaemin ever hurt you?"

"No," you shook your head emphatically. "Never. He's not a bad guy, he's just-”

"A coward." Renjun said firmly, and when you opened your mouth he continued. "Baby, I'm sorry, but I mean that shit with my whole heart. He kept you tied to him in a relationship you never wanted to be a part of for more than three years. He is taking advantage of the fact that you want everyone to be happy and using it to guilt you into promising him forever. And for what? Because he's scared to make his mom a little upset?"

You were quiet at that and he sighed. "Go change out of this dress."

"Why?" you couldn't help but ask, and he smiled at you. "I love you so much, you know that right? The last three years have been like hell for me, trying to figure out where things went wrong and how I lost you. Then, that stupid invitation came and I.." he paused for a second, glancing down and then back up at you. "I didn't know if I could be your best friend and stay by your side while watching you love someone else, someone else who didn't even act like he loved you. Now that you've told me all of this.. it makes sense."

"I love you too." The words were genuine, they meant more than every time you lied to Jaemin with them, and that made Renjun's heart flutter; the realization sinking in that you mean it, this was real and he had you back. "And that's why you need to change. You're not marrying into the Na family today, or ever."

"Yeah?" you asked, lips quirked up as the happiness radiating off of him reached you too.

"Yeah, baby. I'm not letting you marry anyone else but me.. and if that means telling everyone how Jaemin kept stringing along into a lie then so be it. But you're my world, and I won't let this clown show take place."

"You were going to, though?' you pointed out, turning around so that he could unzip your dress and help you. His fingers dragged down the zipper, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "Only 'cause you said you were happy with him, and not me. I'd do anything to make you happy."

You hummed at that, looking at him through the mirror. "I love you, Renjun. I hope you know that."

He let the dress fall and waited until you had a proper shirt on before grabbing your hip to spin you around and kiss you. It left you breathless, especially since he only deepened it to make it last by moving his other hand to cup your face.

"What was that for?" you asked as you tried to catch your breath, looking up at him.

"I couldn't kiss you in that dress,” he said softly. "But I needed you to know that I love you, too. And now that we're both on the same page, it's you and me forever, baby."

"Forever? Like a real forever?" you smiled a little at that and chuckled, pulling you into a hug against him.

"Yeah, baby. A real forever."

[sluttyshima]

Electric Love

Warnings: slight angst (with a happy ending), fingering, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, quirk play, electrostimulation, biting

Characters: Denki Kaminari x female reader

Words: ~4.1k

AN: repost of a request from my old account.

pspsps @leechlips​ this one too

“Kami, stop!”

Your arms were wrapped tightly around Kaminari’s neck in a death grip, while his kept your thighs trapped against his hips. Despite the extra weight on his back, he seemed to have no problem sprinting forward at top speed. When you had asked him for a piggyback ride, this was not what you had been expecting.

“You’re gonna get us kicked out!” you tried to talk some sense into the blonde male. When that didn’t work, you switched to threats. “So help me, Denki Kaminari, if you don’t stop running right now I’ll never go out in public with you again!”

That seemed to work, as he finally screeched to a halt. Your legs were wobbly as you hopped off his back, but he had anticipated this. Turning quickly, he grabbed both of your arms, guiding your hands to his shoulders so that you could use him to help balance yourself. Steady and dependable, like always.

Golden eyes sparkled with mirth, even as he pushed his lower lip out in a pout. “You wouldn’t really stop coming with me, would ya? Who else would help me pick out the perfect outfits, or buy me Cinnabon?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you scolded, wagging your finger in his face. “I know exactly what you’re doing, and I’m not falling for it. We both know that it’s your turn to pay for snacks.”

Kaminari tries to look innocent as he blinks down at you. “Oh, is it? I can’t quite seem to remember. I’m pretty sure that I bought us something last time…”

The playful argument continued as the two of you walked towards the food court of the mall. This was such a common occurrence that you practically had the argument memorized by now. At least once a week, the two of you would come here. Sometimes you would just window shop, sometimes one of you actually needed to buy something. But every single time, the two of you would end up sharing snacks at the food court. And every single time, Kaminari would try to insist that he had paid last time, even though you distinctly remembered paying.

“I’m gonna start keeping my receipts just to prove you wrong,” you groaned as you stepped to the cashier and handed over some cash. “This is the last time you get me to pay when it’s your turn, Kami. Got it?”

But when you turned, the blonde was completely ignoring you. His attention was focused on the sweet, sticky treat he held. You could practically see his pupils becoming heart-shaped as he made a beeline towards an empty table so that he could start eating. Rolling your eyes, you collected your change before following.

Why did you love him again? He could be so childish sometimes, despite the fact that the two of you had graduated high school a few years ago. Sometimes his jokes rubbed you the wrong way. The two of you had engaged in a screaming match that ended in you parting ways on bad terms more than once. Yet you always seemed to find your way back to each other. And each time, it seemed as if the conflict had only strengthened your friendship.

Friendship.

It was so cliche, falling in love with your best friend. But that hadn’t stopped it from happening. It didn’t keep your heart from beating faster whenever he gave you that crooked grin. Didn’t stop you from feeling a jolt of electricity that had nothing to do with his quirk whenever he touched you.

Sometimes, you could almost imagine that he felt the same way about you. The way he would hold your hand sometimes to keep you from getting lost in a crowd. Or how he would always drape his arm over your shoulders and let you snuggle into his side during movie nights with the rest of the squad. Those were all things that a boyfriend might do with his girlfriend, right?

“Hey, why are you just standing there?” Kaminari’s voice was slightly garbled from the large bite of food he was currently chewing. At least he had the decency to swallow before talking again. “If you don’t hurry, there’s not gonna be any left for you.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you hurried forward to slide into the seat across from the blonde. You were happy to see that he had saved you half of the treat despite his threat. Before you could even open your mouth, he was holding his fork towards you, offering you a bite. Without thinking, you leaned forward and let him feed you.

The sound of a high-pitched squeal coming from far too close caused you to wince. A glance to the side revealed three young women, perhaps a year or two younger than you. They kept glancing between you and the man across from you.

“Oh my god, you’re Chargebolt, right?” One of the girls, a brunette, stepped forward. “Oh wow, you’re even cuter in person! Is this your girlfriend?”

Immediately you feel a tightening in your chest. You wanted to run away, to get out of earshot. You didn’t want to hear Kaminari’s reply. But you also didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself, so you remained frozen in place.

“No way,” the hero chuckles, waving his hands. “This girl is way too good for a doofus like me, obviously. I’m just lucky to have her as my best friend!”

His teasing hurts. How can he say that so casually when it’s clearly the other way around? He is far too good for you. He’s a strong, up and coming pro-hero. And a popular one too, if the longing glances and lingering touches from these fans are any indication.

You hate how they fawn all over him, one of them even going so far as to hold his arm as she gushes about how strong he must be. Silently wishing that he would shove her away, you are instead forced to watch as he leans into her touch, flirting openly.

And why wouldn’t he? He’s always been a notorious flirt, and it’s clear that he enjoys basking in the adoration of his fans. It doesn’t hurt that these particular fans are young and attractive.

The anger inside of you is beginning to reach a boiling point. You shove your seat backwards and stand. “I’m, um, not feeling well. I think I should just head home. I’ll see you later, Kami.”

He steps towards you, a look of concern on his face. “Hey, are you okay? Do you need me to give you a ride home?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” you wave one hand dismissively. “It’s probably just the Cinnabon disagreeing with me today. I’ll just take the subway home like always.”

Kaminari doesn’t seem convinced. He appears conflicted, chewing his bottom lip as his brows furrow thoughtfully. But in the end, he sighs and nods. “Okay. Just be careful on your way home. And text me when you get there, please?”

Knowing that any words you try to say will come out choked, you simply nod in response. As the tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes, you quickly turn before he can see them. You can feel his gaze boring into your back, but you continue to stare straight ahead as you briskly walk away.

By the time you make it home, your jealousy has faded into disgust - not for Kaminari or his fans, but for yourself. It seems so pathetic to get upset over something so small. Then again, you know that your reaction isn’t just due to this one incident.

You’ve been bottling up your feelings for years now. Somehow you had managed to convince yourself that you could keep them hidden forever. Or maybe you hoped that they would simply go away on their own if left alone for long enough. Instead, you were falling more and more in love with him every day.

And it hurt so, so badly.

At least now that you were home, you were free to lament your unrequited love in peace. Changing into a cozy pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt, you headed to the bathroom to remove your makeup. Once you were comfortable, you grabbed a pint of your favorite flavor of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon, before plopping down on the couch and turning on your favorite comfort show.

You were about halfway through the pint when you heard a buzz indicating that someone was at your door. Reluctantly setting down your frozen snack, you walked over to peer out the peephole of your door. A familiar shock of blonde hair caused your stomach to do somersaults.

“Kami?” You opened the door, but just enough to peer at him through the crack. “What are you doing here?”

He grins at you, holding out a plastic bag. “I brought you some medicine. I wasn’t sure what kind to get - those labels are so confusing, and a lot of them look exactly the same - so I got a few different ones.” This time he holds up the other bag, as he adds, “I also got you some chicken noodle soup. I’m not sure how much it will help in this situation, but I figured it couldn’t hurt!”

The sweet gesture has you melting. This is why you love him, you think. As immature and chaotic as he can be, he has a nurturing side of him that comes out whenever a friend is in need. His strong desire to protect and care for others is what made him a great hero, not his handsome appearance or his flashy quirk.

You can’t just turn him away after he came all this way to bring you medicine. Opening the door, you step back and gesture for him to enter. He happily obeys, setting the grocery bags on your dining room table before turning back to face you.

“How are you feeling?” The back of his hand presses against your forehead, and you stiffen. “You do feel a little warm,” he says with a frown. If only he knew the real reason for the sudden rush of heat to your face. “I’ll stay here with you until you’re feeling better. Just call me Dr. Kaminari!”

The blonde looks at you, and immediately his playful grin turns to a horrified expression as he sees the tears streaming down your face. “Wha- hey, what’s wrong?” He grabs your upper arms frantically. “Are you in pain? Should I call an ambulance?”

“Please, just stop,” you barely manage to choke out the words. It’s like something inside of you snaps, and suddenly the truth is spilling from your lips before you can consider the consequences of your actions. “I’m not sick, Kami. I just want you so badly it hurts, and I can’t keep lying to myself any longer.”

He blinks once, and then twice. “I… I don’t understand.” The words come out slowly, as if he’s unsure of them. “What are you trying to-”

“I love you, Denki Kaminari.”

There. You’ve finally said it, the three words that will probably ruin your friendship forever. And now that it’s already been said, you might as well keep going.

“I’ve loved you for years,” you whisper. “I’ve done everything I could to try to stop, but nothing worked. I want to be your friend, I swear I do. But it’s just too hard to keep hiding these feelings from you.”

Kaminari’s hands drop from your arms. This is it, you think. He’s going to leave, and he’ll probably never speak to you again. All because you had to go and fall in love.

But then you feel calloused fingers tilting your head up so that he can look you in the eye. His thumbs brush the tears from your cheeks, his touch gentle. When you look at his face, you’re shocked to find him practically beaming.

“I love you too.”

It feels as if your heart has stopped beating as you hear the words that you’ve dreamed of over a thousand times. This has to be a dream, or a hallucination. There’s no way that Denki Kaminari could actually love you back. Is there?

“I know that I’m pretty stupid most of the time,” he rubs at the back of his neck shyly. “And I can be really annoying and childish sometimes. But if you’ll have me-”

You’re moving before you can think. One hand tangling in his hair and the other flat against his chest as your lips crash against his. He doesn’t miss a beat, arms encircling you and pulling you flush against his body. His tongue traces your lower lip as he walks you backwards until your back touches the wall behind you. While he balances himself with one hand on the wall beside your head, his other hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt to grip the bare skin of your waist.

“Kami!” you gasp, pulling away slightly. All you’ve done is kissed, and already you’re panting, chest heaving. You’ve imagined this so many times, but none of your wildest dreams could conjure up the soft warmth of his lips on yours, the hard planes of his muscle beneath your palm.

His hand that was on the wall grips your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s Denki,” he speaks in a husky whisper. His forehead presses against yours, and you can feel his hot breath fanning against your face. “I don’t want to move too fast, but fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he admits. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

“Don’t stop,” you command.

The sound he makes is almost a growl as his mouth presses to yours once more. When you feel his tongue prodding at your lips, you allow him entry. It feels like your entire body is on fire as the hot muscle massages against your own.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” he rasps. The open mouthed kisses he begins to trail down your neck elicit a moan from you, and you can feel him smiling against your skin. “How many times I’ve fucked my hand as I wondered how you would feel, how you would taste.”

Your mind is beginning to become hazy with lust. But you have just enough sense left to gently push him back. Hand wrapping around his, you tug him down the hallway. “Bedroom,” you explain. “We’ll be more comfortable.”

As soon as the two of you step foot in your room, he’s on you again. He’s grabbing handfuls of your ass, palming your breasts through your clothes. His hands are everywhere, tongue laving against the skin just above your collarbone as he alternates kissing, sucking, and licking.

When you tug at the hem of his shirt, he disconnects long enough to hastily yank the fabric off. Your shirt soon follows, and then your pants as well as his. You can feel his hands fumbling at the clasp of your bra, and he curses softly as he struggles.

You giggle, grabbing his hands to stop him. “Here, let me.” He blushes slightly, but stands back and watches as it takes you two seconds to undo the clasps that he had spent at least half a minute trying to figure out.

For a moment, he huffs in embarrassment. “It’s not my fault,” he insists. “You have so much more practice, and-”

His words halt as you allow your bra to fall to the floor, exposing your chest to him. You can see his adam’s apple bob as he gulps, taking in the sight in front of him. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, almost reverently.

Before you have the chance to respond, Kaminari’s hands are hooking beneath your thighs to lift you up. As your legs wrap around his waist, he buries his face in your chest. Soon, he is covering every inch of skin that he can reach with hot, wet kisses. You moan as he circles one pebbled nipple with his tongue, flicking it a few times before finally closing his mouth around it and suckling. After a moment, he switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first.

His touch is all you can focus on. You hardly register the feeling of falling backwards until your body lands on the bed, bouncing slightly. The blonde follows you down, mouth never leaving your skin as he seems determined to taste every inch of your chest.

But he doesn’t stop there. Soon his kisses are trailing down your stomach, and suddenly he’s positioned between your legs. He nips at your inner thigh without warning, causing you to squeal in surprise. Grinning up at you, he soothes the area with his tongue before sucking a dark mark into your skin. Once he has left behind almost half a dozen purple bruises on your skin, he switches to the other thigh to repeat the process.

Your fingers tangle in his blonde locks, trying to pull him up to the spot where you need him most. Your neglected cunt is aching with need, the fabric between your legs soaked with your desire for him. “Denki, please!”

“Aw, what’s wrong pretty girl?” His hands hook beneath the elastic of your underwear, and you lift your lower body allowing him to pull them off. “You already that needy for me, huh?” He chuckles, but it’s quickly cut off by a groan as he uses one finger to play with your slick. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Wanna taste it…”

Spreading you apart with his thumbs, Kaminari flattens his tongue and licks a thick stripe up your slit. The sounds of pleasure you make encourage him as he begins to circle your clit with his tongue, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves until you’re writhing beneath him. When the wet muscle prods at your tight hole, you begin to buck up towards his face, wanting to feel more.

“Tastes so good.” The words vibrate against you, sending a rush of heat straight to your core. His nose nudges against your clit as he fucks you with his tongue, and already you’re beginning to feel the coil in your stomach tightening.

He notices too. “You gonna cum on this tongue baby?” One of his thumbs begins to rub against your clit. Right as he gives the command, you feel a small jolt of electricity straight to your most sensitive spot.

“Cum for me.”

The coil snaps and your vision goes white as you keen his name. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, you hardly notice as Kaminari grabs your legs to keep them spread when you arch your back off of the bed. He lets out a moan of his own as he savors the juices gushing out of you.

As you finally come down from your high, the feeling of his mouth becomes too much. You let out a whine, trying to pull away. But he simply growls, holding you still as he continues his assault on your overstimulated sex.

“D-denki!” you gasp. “Please, ‘s too much.” Your body feels as if it’s crackling with electricity. Your begging becomes incoherent babbling when he pushes two long, slender fingers inside of you. He scissors them for a while, stretching you out. Then he curls them upwards, allowing the calloused pads to stroke against that sweet spot inside of you. Your mind becomes hazy with pleasure, and just when you think it can’t get any better he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks it into his mouth.

Your second orgasm tears through you without warning, so much more intense than the first. Kaminari’s quiet curses as you soak his fingers, hand, and face in your release are completely drowned out by the lewd sounds pouring from your own lips.

The blonde continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, prolonging your bliss for as long as possible. You shudder as he finally removes them, only to pop them into his mouth. His yellow eyes close as he sucks the appendages, completely cleaning them of every last trace of your essence.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he praises. His body settles on top of yours, lips trailing feather light kisses along your face. “Are you okay to keep going? We can stop now if you want.”

But you know that he doesn’t want to stop. His erection is straining against the fabric of his boxers; you can feel it pressing against you. You know that by now, he must be dying for a release of his own, and you’re determined to give him what he wants.

“No, please,” your arms lock around his neck, fingernails gently scraping against the skin at his hairline. “I want you to fuck me, Denki. I need it.”

Those words are the only encouragement he needs. He scrambles out of his boxers, and you bite your lower lip as you watch his cock spring free. It’s of average girth but longer than you had expected, with a prominent vein along one side. The tip is a bright pink and leaking pre, which he spreads along his length as he pumps his fist up and down it a few times in preparation.

“You ready?” He waits for you to nod before settling himself between your legs. His nose brushes against yours as you feel his cockhead prodding at your entrance. “I love you,” he whispers, so softly that you think you might have imagined it. And then all thoughts abandon you as he begins slowly pushing inside of you.

The sound that he makes when he finally bottoms out is half moan, half whine. He’s so long, you swear you can feel the tip bruising your cervix. But you want this, you want him, so you lock your ankles around his waist, encouraging him to move.

A hiss of air escapes your lips as Kaminari’s length drags across your gummy walls, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. There’s a dull sense of pain, but it’s swallowed by the pleasure as he continues moving. At first, his thrusts are messy and untimed, but he quickly finds a good rhythm and sets a steady pace.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” he slurs as he snaps his hips against yours. “So perfect, like this pussy was made for me.” His fingers dig into your hips as he stares down at your face with a look of complete and utter adoration. “I can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

Your nails dig into his back as you try to pull him impossibly closer. “I’ve always been yours,” you breathe. “It’s only ever been you.”

The way his thick cockhead catches on your velvety walls has your eyes rolling back in your head. And then when he changes his angle, now pounding directly into your g-spot, you feel the pleasure building up once again. “Ah! Denki, ‘m so close!”

His thrusts become faster as he chases his own high as well as yours. “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, oh, fuck!”

Your walls clench around him as your body shakes from the force of your third orgasm. Only seconds later his movements stutter, as he spurts thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. You can feel it spilling out of your hole when he removes his softening member, hot and sticky as it pools between your thighs.

Kaminari becomes deadweight on top of you as he goes limp, his weight pressing you into the mattress beneath you. You gently nudge him, trying to push him off of you. But he whines and buries his face in your chest, peppering kisses on the skin there.

Chuckling softly, you stroke a hand through his hair, pushing back a few blonde strands that have fallen out of place. “Baby, you gotta let me up,” you insist. “I need to use the bathroom, and both of us should get cleaned up.”

The male simply nuzzles closer. “Not yet,” he mumbles into the space between your breasts. “Jus’ let me stay here for a while.” Tilting his head, he looks up at you with wide amber eyes, pleading. “Please? ‘m scared that if I let you go now, I’ll wake up from this dream and realize that none of it was real.” His expression reflects the same insecurities that you yourself feel.

“Denki,” you say his name softly as you wrap your arms around him. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. My love for you is real, and I’ll prove it to you over and over again if I have to.”

Face lighting up in a smile, he adjusts his position so that he can press his forehead against yours. “I love you too,” he murmurs the words against your lips. “And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making you happy.” One hand cups the side of your face as his mouth brushes against yours. It’s a sweet, tender kiss, filled with the promise of many more to come.

[rockislandadultreads]

2023 Goodreads Choice Awards: Best Nonfiction

Winner: Poverty, By America by Matthew Desmond

The United States, the richest country on earth, has more poverty than any other advanced democracy. Why? Why does this land of plenty allow one in every eight of its children to go without basic necessities, permit scores of its citizens to live and die on the streets, and authorize its corporations to pay poverty wages?

In this landmark book, acclaimed sociologist Matthew Desmond draws on history, research, and original reporting to show how affluent Americans knowingly and unknowingly keep poor people poor. Those of us who are financially secure exploit the poor, driving down their wages while forcing them to overpay for housing and access to cash and credit. We prioritize the subsidization of our wealth over the alleviation of poverty, designing a welfare state that gives the most to those who need the least. And we stockpile opportunity in exclusive communities, creating zones of concentrated riches alongside those of concentrated despair. Some lives are made small so that others may grow.

Elegantly written and fiercely argued, this compassionate book gives us new ways of thinking about a morally urgent problem. It also helps us imagine solutions. Desmond builds a startlingly original and ambitious case for ending poverty. He calls on us all to become poverty abolitionists, engaged in a politics of collective belonging to usher in a new age of shared prosperity and, at last, true freedom.

Nominee: The Art Thief by Michael Finkel

For centuries, works of art have been stolen in countless ways from all over the world, but no one has been quite as successful at it as the master thief Stéphane Breitwieser. Carrying out more than two hundred heists over nearly eight years—in museums and cathedrals all over Europe—Breitwieser, along with his girlfriend who worked as his lookout, stole more than three hundred objects, until it all fell apart in spectacular fashion.

In The Art Thief, Michael Finkel brings us into Breitwieser’s strange and fascinating world. Unlike most thieves, Breitwieser never stole for money. Instead, he displayed all his treasures in a pair of secret rooms where he could admire them to his heart’s content. Possessed of a remarkable athleticism and an innate ability to circumvent practically any security system, Breitwieser managed to pull off a breathtaking number of audacious thefts. Yet these strange talents bred a growing disregard for risk and an addict’s need to score, leading Breitwieser to ignore his girlfriend’s pleas to stop—until one final act of hubris brought everything crashing down.

This is a riveting story of art, crime, love, and an insatiable hunger to possess beauty at any cost.

Nominee: 8 Rules of Love by Jay Shetty

Nobody sits us down and teaches us how to love. So we’re often thrown into relationships with nothing but romance movies and pop culture to help us muddle through. Until now.

Instead of presenting love as an ethereal concept or a collection of cliches, Jay Shetty lays out specific, actionable steps to help you develop the skills to practice and nurture love better than ever before. He shares insights on how to win or lose together, how to define love, and why you don’t break in a break-up. Inspired by Vedic wisdom and modern science, he tackles the entire relationship cycle, from first dates to moving in together to breaking up and starting over. And he shows us how to avoid falling for false promises and unfulfilling partners.

By living Jay Shetty’s eight rules, we can all love ourselves, our partner, and the world better than we ever thought possible.

Nominee: On Our Best Behavior by Elise Loehnen

Women congratulate themselves when they resist the doughnut in the office break-room. They celebrate their restraint when they hold back from sending an e-mail in anger. They feel virtuous when they wake up at dawn to get a jump on the day. They put others' needs ahead of their own and believe this makes them exemplary. In On Our Best Behavior, journalist Elise Loehnen explains that these impulses - often lauded as unselfish, distinctly feminine instincts - are actually ingrained in women by a culture that reaps the benefits, via an extraordinarily effective collection of mores known as the Seven Deadly Sins.

Since being codified by the Christian church in the fourth century, the Seven Deadly Sins - pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth - have exerted insidious power. Even today, in our largely secular, patriarchal society, they continue to circumscribe women's behavior. For example, seeing sloth as sinful leads women to deny themselves rest; a fear of gluttony drives them to ignore their appetites; and an aversion to greed prevents them from negotiating for themselves and contributes to the 55 percent gender wealth gap. Loehnen reveals how women have been programmed to obey the rules represented by these sins and how doing so qualifies them as "good."

This probing analysis of contemporary culture and thoroughly researched history explains how women have internalized the patriarchy, and how they unwittingly reinforce it. By sharing her own story and the spiritual wisdom of other traditions, Loehnen shows how women can break free and discover the integrity and wholeness they seek.

[bridgertonbabe]

Really in the mood for some fluffy romance and I am absolutely obsessed with ALL of your works!! I was wondering if you might be able to share how Ben proposes to Sophie (in whichever AU/WIP you want, I will take all the crumbs you have to offer)!

Right, so I'll go with the Bridgerton Brothers AU since I'm pretty sure I've covered every other proposal scenario for my other AUs and WIPs (and if not it's because I'm saving them up for the actual story).

Benedict knew there was nobody else for him but Sophie and before they had even gotten together he knew deep down in his heart that she was the only person he would ever want to spend the rest of his life with. Without a doubt he was going to marry her, though he showed enough restraint to not broach the subject with his girlfriend until they were a good eighteen months into their relationship. Considering it had taken a good amount of time to win her round into wanting to be with him in the first place, he didn't want to pressure her or make her feel uncomfortable before she was ready.

It wasn't until after they had attended Kate and Anthony's wedding that he decided to bite the bullet and have a conversation with her about what she wanted for the future. They were cuddled up together, idly swinging in a hammock on the beach a few days after his brother's location wedding, and Benedict gently asked her where she saw their relationship heading. She softly told him she hoped to someday become his wife, something which Benedict immediately jumped to assure her that he very much wanted too. He then asked when she might be ready for him to pop the question, trying to steady his expectations that she might want to wait a couple more years yet, but much to his relief she told him she'd say "yes" whenever it happened.

While a part of him wanted to quickly excuse himself to run back to their hotel suite, retrieve the velvet ring box he had stowed away in a pair of socks, and sprint back to ask her to marry him then and there as the sun set behind them; Benedict yet again managed to control himself. He didn't want to steal his brother and Kate's thunder and he didn't want to impulsively propose to Sophie. He wanted to plan out the perfect way to ask her and in that moment he was more than content with the knowledge that Sophie did in fact want to marry him.

For the next few months Benedict went about planning the perfect proposal for Sophie, though it took him ages to make his mind up in terms of; when he would ask her, where he would ask her, whether it should be understated or over the top romantic. He confided with his dad and Anthony to get their opinions though they both assured him that he knew Sophie well enough to know that it didn't really matter how he went about popping the question; she'd be over the moon and accept no matter what.

In the end Benedict opted for the sweet and intimate route, waiting for her to come home one evening after a day at the recording studio and surprising her with the sight of their living room decked out with candles and rose petals, with an instrumental version of one the band's biggest songs that he had written and dedicated to her playing in the background. He dropped down on one knee and opened the rose-shaped box to reveal the engagement ring he had preemptively purchased a year ago and had kept hidden ever since; now it was it's chance to finally shine.

"Sophie, will you marry me?"

"Yeah, yeah, give me the ring."

It wasn't the teary-eyed, voice-breaking response he had expected though as he slid the ring on her finger he wondered if her emotions would take over as soon as she was wearing her engagement ring.

"It's beautiful, Ben. Thank you." she smiled and pecked him on the lips - but that was it. She seemed to be totally unmoved by the fact that he had officially asked her to marry him.

"That's it?" he spluttered after watching her casually toe off her shoes as if nothing remarkable had just occurred. "Yeah, yeah, give me the ring and nothing more than a simple thank you?"

Sophie's expression turned into one of surprise, cluelessly surveying him like she couldn't quite comprehend why he was frustrated.

"Are you mad at me?" her brow furrowed.

"Sophie; I've just asked you to marry me,

"Well, you gave me the ring-"

"Yeah, that's a pretty big part of the whole proposal!"

"Yeah, I get that it's symbolic," Sophie said, much to Benedict's ever-growing bewilderment at her complete lack of fanfare for such a massive stepping stone in their relationship, "but we're already engaged."

Benedict opened his mouth to continue expressing his frustration when he took in what she had just said - and suddenly his face scrunched up with confusion.

"Wait, what?" he stared at her.

"What?" she shrugged back at him.

"What do you mean we're already engaged?" he questioned her. "Are you... are you under the impression that we were engaged before all of this?" he questioned and gestured to the romantic set-up he had spent all afternoon preparing for her.

Sophie's brows jumped up as she processed his confusion.

"Wait; did you think this was the first time you asked me to marry you?"

They stared at each other, both of them equally as baffled as the other, neither one able to understand just where exactly the other was coming from.

"Hang on; when we discussed marriage and the future in the hammock after Kate and Anthony's wedding - Sophie, did you think I was officially asking you to marry me then?" Benedict asked once his brain came up with a reasonable explanation as to how Sophie might have mistakenly thought they were previously engaged. "Because that was just me making sure we were both on the same page going ahead - that wasn't my actual proposal." he explained (though now he was lowkey kicking himself for not doing what he had initially thought of doing by proposing to her on the beach right after that conversation, seeing as she thought their discussion on the future of their relationship was him actually asking her).

"No. I knew you weren't proposing to me then." she replied. "I knew that was just a conversation about you one day proposing to me."

Her explanation hadn't cleared anything up as he stared at her long and hard.

"Then when the hell did you think I proposed to you?!"

"Six weeks ago."

"Six weeks ago?" he squawked. "When the hell did you think I asked you?"

"Well on my birthday,

"Yeah?" Benedict frowned - he might have considered proposing to her on her birthday but he definitely didn't.

"After the party,"

"Yeah?" his brow furrowed deeper - still he knew he hadn't asked her to marry him that day.

"When we were in bed,"

"Yeah?" his eyes narrowed - neither of them had even had that much to drink that night; how could she have possibly been under the impression they were engaged?

Sophie eyed him curiously before continuing, "... and at the point of climax you said... will you marry me?"

Benedict gaped at her.

"What?" he uttered, his tone flat from total incomprehension.

"And... after... I said yes and kissed you." she expanded, though his face was still a picture of utter disbelief. "Then we fell asleep."

Benedict just stared at her. And stared at her for a little while longer.

"Do you... do you not remember that?" she raised a brow. "I didn't think you had had that much to drink,"

"You think I asked you to marry me at the point of orgasm?!"

Sophie looked blankly at him. "Well... you did."

"I did not."

"... But you did." she said pointedly.

Benedict couldn't believe this. This was insane. How could she possibly think-

"So let me get this straight; you think me asking you to marry me in the middle of sex was my actual proposal to you?"

Sophie shrugged. "Well you did sound very enthusiastic and passionate when you asked."

"But did you seriously think that was how I would have gone about proposing to you? Were you not pissed off from the lack of romance of it all?"

"Lack of romance? Ben, you were buried in me,"

"Sophie!"

"After treating me to five orgasms that night,"

Benedict couldn't help the flicker of a smug smirk on his lips at the mention of his handiwork that night to celebrate her birthday.

"Believe me, I wasn't complaining!"

"But did you seriously think I asked you to marry me without a ring? How did that not bother you?"

Sophie shrugged again. "Like I said; the ring's just symbolic. I wasn't fussed."

"So... what did you think this all was?" he asked and motioned around at the candles and rose petals.

"I thought you were just being over the top in presenting me with the ring. Like you thought you had to reiterate the proposal instead of giving the ring to me as a present or something."

Yet again Benedict found himself staring at her in abject disbelief.

"So... for the last six weeks... you thought we were engaged?"

Sophie nodded.

"And... and you made no reference to it? Did you tell anyone? Does anyone else know?"

"Well since Kate announced she was pregnant and then Daphne announced she was expecting again, I figured we were just holding off on telling everyone until it had all died down so we weren't stealing anyone else's thunder."

"Oh my god, Sophie." he groaned as he wrapped his head around the entire mix-up.

"Hang on; were you even aware that you asked me in the heat of the moment?" she questioned him.

Benedict shook his head - he had absolutely no recollection of ever crying out a proposal as he came.

"You genuinely don't remember that?"

"I... I might have blacked out." he reasoned in a small voice, seeing as this was something that occasionally happened in the bedroom ever since he had been with Sophie.

However, he wasn't expecting her to then burst out laughing.

"Sophie!" he groaned. "It's not funny!"

"Oh, Ben." she giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's just so romantic,"

"Alright, no need to take the piss." he huffed.

"But I'm not." she said and brushed a hand through his hair. "You wanted to marry me so much that you blurted it out without even realising. That's pretty damn romantic to me."

He looked at her thoughtfully, trying to see if she was still teasing him; but actually, her sentiment seemed very genuine despite the amusement that still tickled her voice.

"And you were more than happy to accept that as your proposal?"

"I did in fact accept that as the proposal." she grinned. "It was the best birthday ever."

At which point Benedict couldn't help but snort into chuckle, resting his forehead against hers as he wrapped a snug hold of her against him.

After a few moments it took for their amusement to die down, Sophie pulled away and began slipping the ring back off of her finger.

"Sophie, what-"

"Ask me again." she said and gave the ring back to him. "I'm more than happy with the first proposal but I want you to propose in the way you had planned to." she explained. "Plus, we need a version we can actually tell our friends and family about." she smirked.

He gave her a lopsided grin back, returned the ring to nestle in the box and closed it. He then reset the song he had originally intended to have playing when he asked and once the song started over he took her hands in his and professed the depths of his undying love for her, how he wanted to spend the rest of his life waking up and falling asleep beside her, a life where they knew nothing but utter happiness, a life filled with adventures and laughter and loving each other with every last piece of their hearts.

"Sophie Beckett; will you make me the happiest man on the face of the earth and do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

"I will." she replied - and this time she responded with the teary-eyed and voice-breaking tone he had previously imagined her to answer with.

He slipped the ring on her finger once more and she melted into his arms in a wet kiss as the tears streaming down her face mixed with the ones pouring down his. The tender kiss grew deeper and more heated and passionate and Sophie ended up pushing him down onto the rug where they immediately went about celebrating their official engagement - a detail which they didn't include when regaling the story of the proposal to their loved ones.

[worriedvision]

Your roommates lover - Shenhe, Gorou, Kazuha, Zhongli and Eula (separate)

So this is gonna be a situation where your roommate was a close friend of yours (we're talking childhood friends who never grew distant) and a third roommate is found for rent. Unrequited feelings from the readers POV. Reader is gender neutral. You can tell some bits are longer than others lol, suggestive in some parts

Shenhe:

You found Shenhe to be rather closed off, her only leaving her room for work reasons. The fee times you did see her, you had some prolonged eye contact before she would casually walk past you. In those short moments, you couldn't help but find yourself attracted.

Your roommate was much more confident in terms of knowing what they wanted, and one night they come into your room, a blushing mess.

"So, I just confessed to Shenhe!" They excitedly whisper. "We're official now! Oh, I'm so glad I finally got a girlfriend!" They squeal, skipping away after a short congratulatory hug.

The very next day, you expect your friend to be coming along with you by themselves for a coffee. Shenhe never wanted to mingle in that way, which was why it was so surprising when she's there with your friend.

You felt very out of place from that point onwards, the two of them leaving you out of conversations. The way your friend would land up forgetting you were there until you cleared your throat hurt, and it hurt even more when you went to the restroom, only for the two to have left you without leaving you a message.

Over the week, you find that you become what Shenhe used to be, not leaving your room unless it was essential. Occasionally, she would lock eyes with you when she happened to be in the kitchen, but the stoic face was long gone with a very soft smile in place.

Your search for another flat was worrying. One place had a really dodgy description, another had some people you recognised and didn't get on with.

A workmate of yours, Rosaria, actually asks you if you knew anyone who was looking for a room to rent. You perk up, explaining you've been looking to move out, and you get a suspicious look from Rosaria.

"I thought you share with your childhood friend. We're only looking for one roommate." You nod after Rosaria makes it known there was only one spare room.

"Don't ask." You huff out. "Please, I hate feeling like a third wheel in my own apartment. I can't get away from it, and it's unbearable." You whine.

Rosaria nods, and it's not long until your things are packed, your landlord happy to let you leave early. Part of you wanted to leave after saying a final farewell, only to realise your friend has left with Shenhe for a date weekend in a city they were talking to you about recently.

Gorou:

Gorou was an outgoing roommate when he joined your ranks, cooking the first meal he ate with you guys and winning both you and your friend over.

You find out your feelings for Gorou were not returned when you two were talking one night.

"Okay, okay!" Gorou chuckles after the two of you bickered about who you both had romantic feelings for. "On the count of 3, let's both say who we like like!" He cheers, you eagerly nodding as you smile hopefully at him.

1...2...3...

"You!"

"Your frie-" Gorou trails off, an awkward silence.

"..."

"Oh, uh, ummm...." You hesitate.

Gorou tries to laugh off the confession you gave, failing and walking into his room.

The next day, you hear some...noises coming from Gorous room. It doesn't take a scientist to know he was obviously engaging in some lewd activity with your friend, the giggling from your friend only reminding you that this was another boy you lost the chance of dating to your friend.

The next few weeks pass by, and you find it uncomfortable being a third wheel in your apartment. Your friend felt distant, and you didn't know why.

That is, until they tell you to move out.

"Gorou told me you confessed your feelings for him." They sigh. "I want you out of the building as soon as possible."

"Are you kidding? That was weeks ago! You know as well as myself that I wouldn't make a move anyway, why-"

"Gorou told me only yesterday during an argument." They cut you off.

"Can we still be friends?" You ask. As much as you were frustrated at the conversation, this was your friend! Surely you could work past this, right?

They shake their head in disapproval, sending chills down your spine.

The next day, you wake up to all of your bags packed, being moved out of the room by Gorou and your ex friend. You follow them in your pajamas, thankful you were wearing something, as you beg for them to give you time to find a place. They don't respond, and after the last bag is out, your ex friend pushes you out unceremoniously, you landing on the pavement with a dull thud.

Groaning inwardly, you realise you would have to turn up to work with only your pajamas. Looking at your bags, you decide to take two of them, not having enough strength to carry the rest.

Arriving at work, Kazuha I'd the first colleague you see. He opens his mouth to joke, only for you to raise a finger to shush him.

"I know I look terrible." You hush out. "It's a long story."

After kazuha let's you change, you exit the changing room before meeting eyes with your boss, Ayato. He asks you to talk to him in his office.

"Can you explain your actions?" Ayato states. You nod, and you begin to talk.

"I got kicked out of my apartment this morning, didn't have time to change. I know coming in only wearing my pajamas wasn't appropriate, but I didn't have a choice." You babble. "Oh, I know this is a lot to ask, but can I stay in my office until I find accommodation? I promise I won't have friends over."

Ayato shakes his head.

"I'm afraid it's against company policy." Ayato states. "Besides, you have life outside of work. You staying here will only cause further confusion."

You open your mouth before closing it like a fish. You get dismissed from the conversation, only to realise somehow, you didn't see Kazuha in the corner of the room.

"if you'd like, you can stay with me." He suggests. You nod, thanking him before getting on with work.

The end of the shift happens, and you walk with Kazuha.

"Are you sure you're alright with me staying in your apartment?" You ask, still hesitating.

"Follow me." He replies. "You'll understand in a moment."

He turns the corner, and you see a caravan.

"I live here." He explains, opening the front car door for you to enter. "Come on, let's get the remainder of your bags.”

--

After arriving at your previous place of stay, your heart sinks when you realise the bags that were there had been gone. 

“Well, the trip wasn’t pointless. I’ve just realised my phones still in my room...” You trail off. 

Kazuha realises you’re uncomfortable with returning to the flat. The specific reason, he doesn’t ask out of respect. 

“I’ll go in.” Kazuha states. “Wait here.” He pats your lap reassuringly before leaving the car.

--

“K-Kazuha!” Gorou states, cheering. “What brings you here?” He continues, smiling eagerly with a red cup in his hand. 

“I’ve come to pick up _’s phone.” Kazuha explains plainly. “Speaking of which, where’s their other bags?”

Gorou stiffens, your friend behind him seeing who it was. 

“Oh, sure!” Your friend ushers Kazuha in. “Their rooms here, it’ll be in there.” 

Kazuha opens the door, silently taking some bags before seeing Gorou picking up a bag. Thinking nothing of it, Kazuha puts your phone into his pocket. 

Exiting the flats, Kazuha smiles eagerly at you, Gorou following quickly behind with the last few bags. You look away, not wanting to remember the mornings events.

After a short while, Gorou returns to his apartment, Kazuha beginning to drive away. 

You don’t even realise you’re tearing up until Kazuha places a hand on your thigh. 

Kazuha:

Kazuha was a guy that you had some relations with before - being from a tinder experience. He made it clear that this was solely to be a friends with benefits situation. As hurt as you were, you couldn’t deny you still wanted to be close to him. 

So when he moved in as the third tenant, you were so excited! 

Which died down quickly, when you saw how much he flirted with your roommate. He was flirty by nature, yes, but he never flirted this hard with anyone else from your experience. As jealous as you were of your friend, you were happy to see your friend happy with a guy like Kazuha, instead of a douche like they usually went for. 

The flirting only got worse, and before you knew it you subconsciously worked more hours than you would usually agree. It felt uncomfortable to try and talk to your friend in the way you used to, but now it felt unbearable when they would brush you off with short responses before Kazuha would continue talking like you weren’t in the room. 

Tartaglia, a boss of yours, had asked you to relocate for a mission. At first, you denied it, saying you had a social life to enjoy. Now, this was the perfect opportunity to get out of your place, into some area where you wouldn’t feel like a third wheeler in your own place. 

“Boss, wait up!” You rush up to him, with him turning in confusion. “Is it too late to take you up on that relocation?”

He shakes his head no, opening his mouth before getting cut off by you.

“Please, I’d be happy to do so! I don’t care if I have to live in a tent-”

You get cut off by Tartaglia laughing heartily at your rambling. 

“We won’t need you in a tent, I can assure you that!” He begins. “However, we would need to find more accommodation for you. Uness, of course, you’d be alright with living with your boss, but I’m sure-”

“That’s better than being a third wheel when you’re not at work.” You joke, a shaky smile on your face. 

Tartaglia nods, understanding the situation. 

The moving of your items makes it easier with him around, and your friend seems more than happy for you to move out so they could be even more doting with their boyfriend. They eagerly wave you goodbye at the door, and Tartaglia finds the whole situation somewhat strange.

“...Wasn’t that your best friend?” He hums out in thought, beginning to drive to the boat. 

“It’s a long story.” You respond.

Zhongli:

Zhongli was actually a sole tenant looking for two tenants to live with him. Your friend finds out about this through your workplace, and before you knew it, you were moving in. 

The first few months were strange. Nobody was having relations of any kind, but there was some sort of strange tension you had. Zhongli acted strange with both you and your friend, and at work he would be making sure the both of you were alright. Occasionally, he would place a hand on your back, smirking to himself when you would jump out of your skin every time. For a while, you started getting feelings for him. 

Which was why you were slightly hurt when you saw him change his relationship status to being in a relationship with your friend. 

The next day, he was at work and he placed his hand on your back. Instead of jumping, however, you turn slowly, glaring at him.

“That’s not appropriate, sir.” You stop yourself from spitting pure venom. “You have a lover now.” 

“...I’m sorry.” Zhongli begins. “I was hoping we could still be friends. I am aware you have feelings for me-”

“No.” You state. “I’m gonna find a new place to stay. Don’t worry, you guys are a good couple.” You trail off, returning to your work and leaving Zhongli to stew in the idea of finding someone else to be the third wheel.

That night, you decide to go to the bar to have a drink. Venti, your drinking buddy, sits next to you and seems to immediately know exactly what was on your mind.

“Looking for a new place to stay?” He sings. Seeing your surprise, he laughs. “I saw your two roommates are now official. Isn’t it uncomfortable to be in that situation as a third person?” 

You nod, groaning into your hand. 

“Well, I don’t know anyone who needs a spare tenant, however I know the guy who owns the apartment above this bar!” Venti cheers. “I’m sure I can put a good word in for you.” 

“There will be no need.” You hear a deep voice interrupt you two. Turning, Venti immediately points excitedly at the man. “I was about to consider converting the apartment to something else. People don’t tend to enjoy living above a bar, but it appears there will be no need.” He happily states. 

“I know this is a lot to ask, but could you help me with getting my stuff moved?” You ask, Diluc nodding in understanding. 

Returning home, you’re met with your friend storming away from Zhongli. Spotting you, they stop in front of you, a finger pointing violently at you. 

“You have a week, max, to find a place to stay.” They huff out. “And I want you to find a new place to work. I’m tired of Zhongli flirting with you.”

You walk past them, and they chase after you, asking where you were going along with who this man was. 

Diluc grabs your bags, and you hand your key over. 

“I’ve already found another place to stay. This is my landlord. And to answer your last request, thats a problem you need to resolve with your boyfriend, not me.” You state, leaving with Diluc in tow.

Eula:

Eula was someone that your friend brought into the apartment, and at first you didn’t like her. She came across as snobby with her introduction, and she had even insulted you cooking, comparing it to a fast food meal that had been dropped on the floor. 

It took you two a while to get along, but eventually you figured out that this was Eula’s way of talking, and the comparisons were merely jokes that didn’t land. The both of you seemed to get along really well. Hearing her laugh at a joke that you made had caused your heart to swell, leading to you figuring out her humour. 

“I’m so glad you and my girlfriend are getting along so well!” Your friend coos. “It’ going to be so nice, living with my friend and my lover under the same roof!” They clap their hands before turning to grab their keys to head out, leaving you to realise that hold on, Eula moved in because they were already dating. 

You find the search for shared flats difficult, the ones that were available being too far away from work or far too expensive for what they were worth. For now, you would need to settle for the small apartment that had seen better days - it was an affordable option, and after looking at the flat you saw it didn’t have any health hazards. 

Your friend seemed kinda sad to see you move out, but after explaining your concerns, your friend gets it. You didn’t confess your growing feelings for Eula, but you did genuinely find it odd to be living with a couple when you were used to it just being the two of you. Thankfully, Eula was out of town for work when you moved out, and life went on. 

You were still friends with your childhood friend, but they moved with Eula for a job. Over time, you realise that the two of you had grown too distant, with any calls you made to your friend being met with nothing. 

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Steve Rogers Masterlist

Cuckolding

Must Be So Tired

I Can See You

Mark My Territory - Captain Hydra

When I Hear Your Name

Part 2

Just Pull the Trigger

All or Nothing at All COMING SOON - Steve Rogers always doubted your feelings for him.  He was supposed to be your everything, but he fell for someone else.  Bucky Barnes was supposed to be your best friend, and nothing more.  Good thing they both got lost in time.  Or did the?

A Losing Hand -  Mafia AU, nothing is what is seems. Trust no one, and listen to everything. Alliances will form, and they will fail, but who is playing who?

A Snowflake Melts - Your ex Jack O'Malley is an unscrupulous man. An excellent bounty hunter that comes alive in winter. He is winter. He terrifies you. Running away from him and your family, because even they couldn't keep you safe from the winter chill itself, you find yourself in a remote area. Living alone for almost a year when your new neighbor Steve Rogers arrives. He was curious instantly, and you were smitten just as quickly. Can you and Steve deny each other all winter long? And what will the other seasons bring? Will it bring you real true love?

Captain/Soldier -  When Steve Rogers is on the run, what’s his girlfriend to do when after a year she’s had no response from him?  Well, she gets in a relationship with Soldier Boy….

Desperate Affairs -  Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale.  Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies.  Are you the only one lying?

The End As It Begins COMING SOON - You are cordially invited to this season’s marriage market. Becoming the rare and sweet Rose of the Ball. Just the perfect and chaste eligible bachelorette. Bring your dance card, and search for the perfect match. Will it be the General Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers the Duke of Lavenham, Lord Dean Winchester, or Prince Charles Brandon. You have caught all their eyes. But be careful, they’re not the only ones watching. Lady Rose Waterton is also watching and reporting on the gossip of the evening. Make sure you have your chaperone…

Entangled Lust -  Beyond frustrated with Frank Adler, you go in search of a way to work off some of that pent up aggression.  Finding yourself right in the midst of the mysterious Bucky Barnes.  He was patient and kind.  Listened to your wants and needs, at first.  You knew you shouldn’t have got involved with your student’s guardian, but you and Frank couldn’t stay away from each other, until Bucky.

Hear That Whippoorwill COMING SOON -  Going back to the mountains.  You didn’t even realize you had ever been there.  But when your last relative in those mountains dies, you were left with everything, including all the family secrets.  Now there was too many rules; stay out of the woods, that bridge is dangerous, black cats are bad luck, don’t listen to the whippoorwill, girl.  Too late.  And now Steve has finally found you.  He won’t stop trying to get you, until the curse is finally broke, and now you’re here....

Just Like the Caged Bird -  You are a widow who moves back to her husband’s hometown after selling your in Georgia home.  Moving in above your brother in law’s garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Keys in Your Ignition -  Caught up in a sexual relationship with your father’s Vice President, and trying to not get caught.  Blind to everything else that’s going on in the club, and even your old crush, Bucky Barnes.  Not even noticing your brother and best friend flirting, until your father suddenly passes, and things in the club drastically change.

The Legends of Collingswood Glade -  Deep into the woods, and past the veil is a beautiful place.  Beautiful but dangerous.  Faeries are not to be trusted, and in their world rules often change.  Each court is different, but one rules them all...

Man Out of Time -  After Charlie’s parents died in a car crash she moved in with her Uncle Clint and Aunt Laura Barton. Clint helped her work through her pain by training her. She knew his job and knew where he was going the times he would leave. One day Clint and her friend Nat appear at the farm to ask her if she’s interested in joining the Avengers. Charlie doesn’t hesitate to join, but she’s nervous about meeting everyone. Especially Steve Rogers. Once her and Steve meet it’s instant that they are both clearly attracted to one another. Charlie wants to protect the man, and will follow him anywhere. Will he cause her more problems or is a good fit for her? What happens when she meets his best friend, Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier?

The North Princess & the Seven Men -  You are betrothed to Prince Charles, but what happens when he doesn’t want someone so pure, he tests your want to marry him by being corrupted by the seven men who have vowed to protect you.

There Goes My Life -  Steve was your weakness.  He was the person you loved the most, and then he was on the run.  You had tried to tell him something important, and then the blip happened, and you weren’t able to.  But your secret sure was able to tell him.  Now Steve has to navigate this new life, plus find comfort for himself.  But he never gives up on somehow being able to change what is going on in the world.    

What’s Wrong & What’s Right -  You were the perfect Omega.  Soft, quiet, ready to please an Alpha, but you were used for the folly of desperate Betas.  Betas who wanted to treat an Omega like they were the Alpha.  Nick Fowler kept you mostly guarded.  You were his golden star, never been sullied by an Alpha...and then there was Johnny Storm.

Your Mark On Me -  When you need something to help you stay alert study, you found a whole lot more than you were looking for. Tatted and massive. He was what your dreams were made of, but is he a nightmare? He claimed you, and now he intends on keeping you. No matter what the cost.