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Some of Gilbert von Obsidian's best quotes

[Warning: Heavy spoilers about Gilbert's route]

"Ahaha, what is the prince of Obsidian, if not rotten?"

"I hate people."

"No matter how hard I try not to, I can't help but be gentle with her. What kind of villain am I?" (—Gilbert talking about Emma to himself)

"(...) I hope you don't accidentally end up calling me 'big bro' or anything." (—Gilbert to Leon)

"(...) You were just saying what you really think. I don't think doing that is rude. And it's true I'm someone scary."

"I like you because you're so warm, little rabbit."

"Ahaha! You're so sassy. But I like that about you."

"I want to make things awkward for you."

"You can't just focus on the best of someone while ignoring the worst of them."

"If you were a bother, I'd kill you, so don't worry." *smile intensifies*

"...I'm no match for that pure, innocent gaze of yours. You're the only one capable of pushing me around, you know."

"Depending on what you say next, I might just take your head clean off." (—Angry Gilbert to Emma)

"(...) You nearly died. ...Do you have any idea how much that chilled me to the core?"

"The only thing I can ever be for you is a villain. ...Unfortunately."

"...Thank you. I almost got murdered by some dust."

"If you keep on lying over and over about being fine, I might just... Well, you can guess, right?"

"I found it in a book in the little rabbit's room. They need to understand what happens to them if they try to interfere with what's mine... Don't they?" (—Gilbert talking about a poisoned needle targeting Emma to Roderic)

"You said it, remember? You said you wanted me to learn to love Rhodolite. To me, you are Rhodolite."

"Those born with status have the right to do whatever they like to those who are lesser than them. That's what you want to say, isn't it? (...) Hmm? What's that? You look a little distressed for some reason. But I suppose that's no surprise. You see, I have the right to tyrannize you however I please, just as you tyrannized those children who had no one to protect them. I'm imperial royalty, and you're just a third-rate aristocrat. So I'm going to have to teach you just how different our social positions are... Aren't I? (...) Aren't you lucky that we're in Rhodolite? You've narrowly escaped death. If this was Obsidian, you'd be dead for sure. After all, we have no need for disgusting nobles who defile the purity of children." (—Gilbert to a Baron of Rhodolite)

"Wait, so you're telling me you baked cookies for another man, even though I'm right here. Ouch, that hurts."

"(...) if by chance I run into your dear papa, he'll kill me." (—Gilbert talking about Akatsuki)

"Welcome to Obsidian. (...) I introduced myself as Gilbert von Obsidian, didn't I? There's only one person in this country allowed to use the Obsidian name. And that's the emperor."

"There's nothing about you or me that makes one of us intrinsically inferior or superior to the other. Humans are all basically the same. And naturally, from a societal perspective, we probably need people who can take the lead. People who are capable, and talented, who can bring others together, and build a better tomorrow. That's a healthy way to be. I'm the ruler of a country that knows deception and decay all too well, so I understand better than most. That's why my ideal, my ambition, is to conquer all the royalty that have infested this whole continent, and free the people who are under their control."

"I wrote that story based on you. (...) Akatsuki told me a lot of stories about you, and they were always stories about you showing love and affection for others. He made it sound like you believed that the true nature of people is love, and that the happiness of others was what made you the happiest. The idea of living like that was repulsive to me, but at the same time, it made me curious. I got to wondering what sort of choices you'd make, if you were in the same position I was."

"You were bullying small children to amuse yourselves. That Rhodolitian might have stopped at just punching you, but I'm not that kind. Did I make military regulations or didn't I? And do those regulations say attacking non-combattants is forbidden, or don't they?" (—Gilbert to Obsidianite soldiers)

"Then how about you call me papa?" (—Gilbert to Luke)

"...Don't go. (...) I don't know... if I can hold on... until you get back. Being on my own... is lonely..."

"...You're the only one I'll ever love."

"I'm taking your daughter." *smile intensifies* (—Gilbert to Akatsuki)

"I'm not oppressing you with my power, it's just my love for you, overflowing."

"You can't do things like this with other men... Unless you want to see dead bodies."

"You're liked by everybody. A lot of the princes helped you out today. That's because people adore you, and they naturally want to help you out. They're all beasts with strong characters, but you're important to all of them. Do you know how rare that is? That means you're charming to everyone you meet. ...Including me, of course."

"There's no way I'd ever let anyone else kill you. It has to be me."

"I can't just bare my body for free."

"I've never liked seeing you clothe your body in things that other people have put their hands all over."

"Don't force yourself to talk. I'm not so narrow-minded that I'll go around saying you're disrespectful just because you didn't thank me. You're sick; you're supposed to just drink medicine and sleep."

"Wah, boohoo. I can't believe we were on different pages this whole time. I've given you my entire heart, and yet, look at what you've done with it! (...) Waaah, I'm so heartbroken that the only thing that could bury my sadness is world domination!"

"For his sake, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear him call me 'eyepatch bastard'. Rude." (—Gilbert's thoughts about Silvio)

"Her ability to right what was wrong, purify what was once sullied... It runs at complete odds with my nature. I may have truly met my match." (—Gilbert's thoughts about Emma)

"I blinked a few times as my vision seemed to expand all at once... and the little rabbit become clearer and even more beautiful." (—Gilbert's thoughts about Emma)

"I'm never letting you go. If you run away from me, I'll conquer the whole world and follow you to the ends of the earth if that's what it takes. No wait... I just need to control your heart, so that you'll never even want to leave me." (—Gilbert's thoughts about Emma)

"We all approach life differently. Chevalier slices hearts in two. I trample on them. But, you... You respect them."

"I wanted to see you bawling your eyes out."

"You're... the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"I like the little rabbit very much, you see. So I certainly hope that bold declaration of yours doesn't end up turning into a lie." (—Gilbert to Silvio, in Silvio's route)

"I'm not interested in the average woman. There's someone that caught my eye when I was young." (—Gilbert talking to Silvio, Rio, Keith, Sariel and Emma)

"You like these stories, don't you? Ones where a lowly village girl falls in love with a big, bad emperor and makes him change his ways—"

"It's a good thing I was born with a pretty face. If I looked scary without even trying, it would almost be TOO perfect."

"Keith, if you get tired, we can swap places. (...) Shame, Daddy says we can't." (—Gilbert talking about carrying Emma instead of Keith, but is stopped by Sariel)

"I was able to find some... treasure too, so I'm very satisfied with today." (—Gilbert most probably talking about Emma to the other princes and Emma)

"What? You'd like some new heads to decorate the castle's gates?" (—Gilbert to Emma telling him she wants friends)

"After a while of being betrayed over and over again, you start thinking to yourself. That maybe the world would be a better place if everyone who wasn't your friend just dropped dead."

"I know her. But only in fantasy. Because there's no way an Obsidianite royalty can have anything to do with a mere bookstore worker. (...) Die without meeting her? Or die after meeting her. Well, that's easy. I prefer the latter in that case." (—Gilbert's thoughts about Emma)

"I tried to hold down my excitement as I knocked softly on the door. (...) The door opened softly, revealing a woman that was different from what I had imagined. Strange. I thought she'd be more childish looking based on his stories. Her eyes that looked directly at me were clear and devoid of any baseless optimism. She was clearly a woman, not a child. I smiled to carefully hide my surprise. (...) She's purer and prettier than I imagined." (—Gilbert's thoughts about meeting Emma for the very first time)

"Oh, I get it. You think I was with another woman, don't you? Ahaha, you get jealous so easily. But don't worry, I only see you.If it would make you feel better though, I could always kill each and every single woman that gets close to me."

"...And so we've decided to officially hold our wedding ceremony. Can we count on your blessing, papa?" (—Gilbert to Akatsuki)

"You're much more important to me than family, you know. (...) After all, you're still alive, aren't you? I wouldn't kill you no matter what you did."

"I really do love you. And it's because I love you that I want to look good in front of you, and hide the things that I don't want you to see." (—Gilbert talking about his health condition to Emma)

"Do you know how long I've been wanting to officially bind you to me?" (—Gilbert's thoughts)

"Oh, that hurts... I just wanted to shower my beloved fiancee with my love, but I guess you don't want to... I'm absolutely heartbroken now. I might just have to go out and conquer one of the neighboring countries just to soothe myself."

"You're my type of lady. Do you know why? (...) I, for one, enjoy the rebellious, sassy look you always have in your eyes. I feel this strong will— that you will never bow down to me. That even though you're terrified, you won't run away."

[russellsppttemplates]

Did you lose her? (Lando Norris)

Maybe it was never a change of heart

Note: english is not my first language. It's angsty with a happy ending, and it's also the first piece that's I've written that's based of a song, Stick Season by Noah Kahan. I hope I did it well enough! 🫶 also, it has smut, and if you have followed me for long enough, you know I don't usually do it, but I think it's these AUS pics 😮‍💨😌🥵

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Cw: curse words, previous break-up and themes related to that, smut (mentions protected sex, hormonal contraception, praise kink if you squint at the whole thing)

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And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed

Doing the food shop was one one of the mundane adult life tasks you actually enjoyed doing. You had some music on your ears and walked along the supermarket, making sure you weren't buying too much outside of your list.

Tomato sauce and two packets of the instant noodles for when you didn't feel like cooking or were in a rush, you told yourself as you browsed through the aisle.

The scent should've been the first give away, but lots of people wore the same perfume. However, not all of them had the characteristic underlying scent that to this day meant comfort.

"Y/N! I wasn't expecting to see you", Cisca said as he placed the item she took from the shelf on her shopping cart, "goodness, how long has it been since we've seen you?", she smiled sadly.

Five months, you thought. One hundred and fifty two days since you and Lando parted ways and you shipped your belongings back to England. You told yourselves it was amicable and that you'd still be there for eachother, but you had published your first article and he had started his season without the other by your side.

"It's been some time, yes. How are you?", you wondered, "we've been good, you know how busy it gets around this time of year. But Savannah had their little girl, Athena - let me show you a picture!", she scrambled her phone out of her bag.

"Oh, how cute!", you cooed at the little baby bundled up in a pink blanket, "Mila is such a good big sister, too!", she showed you a picture with the two of them in Lando's lap, the baby tucked safely into his chest as Mila seemed to be showing him one of her toys.

Gulping and swallowing the tears that threatened to fall, you looked up at her and smiled, "I'm glad everyone is doing good - send Oliver and Sav my congratulations!", you nodded, hoping she would get the hint.

Storing her phone back in her bag, Cisca smiled, resembling the smile that you woke up many times to, "I will, darling. All the best for you, hopefully we'll see you around", she said before rubbing your back soothingly.

You found an aisle without people and allowed yourself to cry. Just for a little bit before you had to go back to pretend it didn't hurt still.

And I'll dream each night of some version of you

That I might not have, but I did not lose

"I'm on the podium, dad!", Lando yelled as he hugged Adam, cackling in excitement as he hugged the team who were there to celebrate and congratulate him.

"Congratulations, baby!", you yelled as Lando turned to hug you, arms going around your waist and pulling you as close as the safety barriers allowed, clicking open his visor so you could look at your favourite eyes in the world.

"I love you so much, Y/N!", he yelled back, winking before he went up to get weighed in.

On the podium, he looked at you like you two were the only people there, smiling up at him as he blew you a kiss.

"I knew you'd be on the podium, baby", you smiled once you were back in his driver's room, "How are you so sure?", he wondered, kissing your neck soflty.

"The development they're doing, your talent, Lando, I knew it was going to happen, and from now on, you better get used to being up there every single weekend", you smirked, kissing from his throat to his jaw and up to his lips, humming when his tongue poked at your lips begging for entrance.

It was hot and he was sweaty. His phone read 4:30am as he stood up against the headboard, finding the light switch so he wouldn't walk around the hotel room in complete darkness.

It was the third night in a row you showed up in his dreams. The first time, it was subtle as he dreamed about flying on plane and he was sure you were there. The past two, however, had you in there as a main character. He dreamed of walking in the paddock with you, of having you there to comfort him and knock some sense in his head when his P4 in qualifying didn't feel enough, and now you were celebrating his podium.

It's weird how his brain went there, how his arms and face felt like they had truly been holding you despite not having done it in months. Muscle memory betrayed, he thought as he poured himself some water and took little sips of it as he looked outside the window.

Fuck, he missed you. And not just for these big moments where he was on a high and wanted to share it with you or when he was do low you were the only person that could make him crawl out of the dark hole he snuck himself into. It's when he's making his bed back home and the other pillow remains fluffed because no one's using it, it's the mug you left behind and he doesn't have the courage to send back to you or give to someone else or when he sees something that reminds him of you and he gets it, hoping one day he can get them to you.

You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back

Lando sighed again as the call went to voicemail. It was the third time it happened in the last couple of hours. It was media day at Suzuka and they were having lunch.

"You know it's 3 am back in England, right?", Oscar asked bluntly, "when we were having breakfast, sure, you might have got hold of her if she was doing a late night, but I think you should wait", he reasoned.

Oscar was right. He didn't want to risk it waking you up even though he was sure your phone was on silent since you loved your sleep dearly.

"I hate this", Lando muttered, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. Oscar was aware of some of what had happened between Lando and you. The start of the season always came with new gossip and this one's was filled with rumours and conspiracy theories about the paddock's sweetheart and young couple.

Lando started driving in Formula One when he was nineteen, so they had seen his grow up through the years along with your relationship. At first, you were pinned down as his sister, then a best friend when they realised you didn't share genetics, and then you were his girlfriend. The lingering touches and big smiles they caught never rushed you to admit your feelings or put a label on your relationship, but everyone was there when you walked hand in hand on the paddock and confirmed the suspicions they had for months. Lando Norris and his best friend were in love and they all felt like proud parents as they watched you support him unconditionally every time you could.

"Did you lose her?", Oscar quesioned his team-mate as he picked on the food on his plate.

"I don't have her with me, have I?", Lando snapped and regretted it almost immediately.

Oscar put it down to tiredness, jet lag and the fact that he seemed a bit lost on how he was navigating the situation, "What I'm saying is, did you lose her? Did you do your absolute best to keep her with you?", he said sternly, "Used all of the options and possibilities and it still didn't work out? You don't lose someone because things fell apart in a stressful situation", he reasoned.

He was young but not dumb, truly.

"Feels like I have though", Lando added.

"What I'm saying is if you really want to know how she is and if you want to have an honest conversation with her, you have to make an effort. Not just calling and asking your mother to see if she's spotted her lately, or your sisters to check in your circle of friends whether or not she has moved on", Oscar lectured.

"Do you think I can do it? Do I have what it takes?", Lando confessed his doubts out loud. One of the reasons he had yet to act on it was because having a second chance wasn't for everyone and he needed to make sure it went perfect. You deserved that.

"You're a Formula One driver with deep pockets and a massive heart that still belongs to someone. What can't you do?", the young australian driver mused before he got up, taking his plate with him and leaving Lando pondering about what to do next.

I hope this pain's just passin' through

You sang loudly as you dusted the living room shelves, windows open to let the autumn air in. While cleaning wasn't your favourite thing to do, you had woken up with an urge to clean and given that it happened very rarely, you were taking it in stride.

So far, you found a receipt of a pair of jeans you were meant to return but gave your friends instead, a concert ticket and a bigger amount of dust than you'd like to admit. When you pulled the fabric strap, though, you knew that you wouldn't want to get rid of it. The lanyard belonged to one of the passes for one of the Grand Prix weekend you went to see Lando. Inspecting it closer, you realised it was his second home race, the Polaroid picture attached to it confirming the date.

It started with you joking about the fact that the pass was not the prettiest, so Lando hunted down the paddock to find a Polaroid camera, snapping a picture of you two and pinching a hole on it so you could carry it around and cover the supposed ugly pass. The photo was still intact, just a little dusty as you wiped it with your sleeve. Lando was kissing your cheek as you smiled impossibly big, eyes squinty and smile beaming because of the guy whose lips were on your cheek.

A single teardrop fell on the plastic covered paper before a few more followed as you sat down, looking at what you had once been and how things were right now. The missed calls on your phone led you to believe that maybe he still felt something too, but the potential heartache of trying again and it not working would hurt more than it already does.

The vibration from watch caught your attention as you read the two notifications. One from your e-mail with Qatar Airways written in bold and a text from Lando.

Qatar Airways

Thank you for choosing to fly with Qatar Airways!

Lando ✨️

I need you here with me, Y/N, please

I made the flight reservation for you, they will hold the ticket until two hours before the flight leaves, you just have to confirm with your passport ❤️

You promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

Heathrow Airport, 7th October 2023, 6:30 am.

You couldn't back out now, that would mean Lando would lose the money he spent to get you here in the first place. It wasn't by all means quiet, but your thoughts were loud enough.

You shouldn't be here. Why were you here? Why did you accept this, Y/N?

Because Lando needed you there.

Simple as that.

Boarding the flight, you smiled and thanked as the flight attendant pointed to the area where your seat was and where you would spend the next six hours and a half.

"I'm sorry, our seats are by the window", a woman in her thirties said as she bounced a little girl on her hip, making you get up so she could get to it, "thank you", she smiled, sitting down and buclking herself and her daughter to her body.

"Lyla, you can't go pulling on other people's clothes - I'm so sorry", she apoligised as the little girl pulled on your shirt's detailed button buckle.

"No worries, I know how restless they can get. You do the best for your baby. You're only responsible for yours and her emotions, no one else's on this plane", you offered her, remembering the times you would take flights and fully grown adults would go up to a stressed parent to let them know they could hear their crying child as if the parents themselves didn't know.

"My husband is somewhere in there, too", she chuckled, sometimes I feel I'm responsible for his too - accountantable in a way at least", she chuckled.

"You weren't able to sit together?", you wondered.

"My husband planned the weekend to go watch a race and come back, but we found some holiday days and we decided on a spontaneous trip. This was the only seat left they had", she explained.

"I can change seats if you want", you offered, "I'm flying on my own and I'll get to the destination all the same", you giggled.

"You wouldn't mind?", she asked, relief settling over her as she tried to see her husband, waving at him to come closer as you touched the button to call the flight attendant as the passengers were all sat down on your section.

"This lovely young woman says she doesn't mind switching seats with you", she said to her husband as you spoke to the flight attendant.

"No, there's no problem with that if you both agree", the flight attendant smiled as you got up, ignoring the frown on the man next to you who had to get up so you could swap, "bye bye, Lyla!", you waved at the little girl before her parents thanked you once again.

Finding your new seat, you put your bag under the seat in front and sat down, excusing yourself to the older couple next to you, "I just swapped seats with the gentleman that was here, I'm sorry", you smiled, hoping they wouldn't be too mad.

"Oh, he was able to sit with his family after all - I told you, Harold!", the lady winked at her husband, "I'm Francesca, you can call me Fran", she said sweetly.

Despite the early flight, they both seemed to be full of energy as they started telling you stories of their life and family, showing pictures of their kids and grandkids.

"One day you'll have all of that with the person you love, darling - if that's something you want, of course!", Harold peeped in, "our granddaughters are always telling me not everyone wants the same things!", he chuckled softly.

"It's okay - I would like that, actually", you smiled sadly as Francesca landed her hand on top of yours.

"Why does that sound like a confused heart, dear?", she commented, reading you like a book. The flight was closer to be three quarters of the way to the destination, so you still had some time to kill.

"A little bit; I'm actually flying over to see the person who still has this confused heart", you mumbled.

"Your eyes sparkle when you talk about him, dear - something tells me he's going to 'unconfuse' your heart", she smiled, "tell me about him".

"Godness", you chuckled, "He's kind, respectful, honest, goofy, cute, charming, loving, he's all that is good. We just lost our way, I think", you recalled, smiling at the thought of him.

"You'll find it back, dear. Life has mysterious ways but it has the right ways - I like to believe it does, anyway", the older lady assured, squeezing your hand in hers.

Waving goodbye to Harold and Francesca when you found the taxi bay, you requested to be taken to the paddock.

When you got there, you payed the kind driver before he helped you take your suitcase from the boot, "enjoy the race!", he smiled.

You were thankful all eyes were on the track already, making you cross the whole paddock and step into McLaren's hospitality quickly after collecting your pass.

"Y/N!", Zak said as he was the first person to spot you, "you're here, you came!", he smiled, hugging you tightly, "we're all very happy you're here", he said as he asked one of the team members to store your suitcases somewhere appropriate before leading you to the corridor to the drivers' rooms.

"Lando is inside, and the race starts in less than ninety minutes, so you won't talk all you need to, but it's a good start", he said, knocking on the door before he left.

When Lando heard the knock, he hoped it was you. Sophie and Oscar were great people, but in the last hour, everytime he opened the door, theirs were the faces he saw instead of yours.

"Y/N", he welcomed you into his room before closing the door, "I hope it's okay that I flew you here, thank you for coming", he said as he hesitated on giving you a hug.

Taking a step forward, you laced your arms around his waist as he did the same around your shoulders, inhaling eachother's scent and feeling like a weight was lifted off both of you, "I missed you so much, Y/N", he whispered before you pulled apart.

"It's not the first time you've done that for me", you fumbled with your hands, "although I was very surprised. We haven't spoken to eachother in some time, Lando", you sterned.

"Not because I didn't try", he bit bat with an ironic chuckle, "Why did you come here then?", he defended, taking your words as immediate offense and not taking a second to process them properly.

"Because even though we're not together anymore, you matter to me. I care about you! I'm not sure what monster you depict me as or that you imagine I've turned into, but I wouldn't dream of wishing you misery! If you call me and tell me you need me here, I'll be here because I care about you!", you snapped, "you have no idea how many times I wanted to give up and cancel this! Why am I here, Lando?", you asked.

You didn't expect him to react that way, not that you had a much better reaction anyway.

"Fuck, this is not how we do this", you took a deep breath as Lando held your hands in his, mimicking your movements as he did the same. Three long deep breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that", Lando began, hands laced on yours still, "thank you for bring here, I needed you here because there's no one else in the world that can make me feel comfortable like you do, and I need that. I need to feel like myself - and I know it's a selfish ask to make you get up and drop your things to be here with me but-", you interrupted him.

"It's okay, Lando, you're okay", you cooed, searching for his eyes and hoping you'd get the message your mouth was failing to say through.

You pulled him to sit in front of you in the massage table, "I've been seeing all the podiums you've been getting - the team have done such a great job developing, and your talent and skills have brought it to the podium", you tried a lighter subject even though you were 99% sure of his worries.

"Oscar still qualified above me", he began, "He's a rookie and he's managed to do in months what I haven't done in five years", he allowed himself to express his feelings. After all, it was you.

"Oscar is not driving a tractor like you were", you shrugged your shoulders as Lando laughed.

"For someone who was invited last minute and got a pretty good pass, I'm not sure how the team would feel about you talking like that", he smirked, hand finding your own as he rubbed his thumb on your palm.

"I'm only telling the truth", you smiled, "and I mean it. I know how this sport works, but you shouldn't compare yourself to your teammate when the circumstances are so different", you mused.

"The team have been great and they still haven't said anything", he reasoned.

"Of course they haven't because it's something that happens, Lando. I was watching the highlights and so many drivers went over the limits because that's how this track goes", you stated, "there's only so much you can do and you shouldn't put all that pressure on yourself", you tsked, "I know you do, but you shouldn't", you smiled.

"You always know what to say, don't you?", he chuckled, "I have an inkling on how this here works", you winked and tapped his head with your free hand.

A knock on the door interrupted your moment as Jon opened it right after, "Lando, we need to start prepping for the sprint", he said before he turned to you, "Hi Y/N, good to have you back!", he smiled before he let you finish what you were doing.

"I should go, then", Lando trailed off, "are you going to browse around the paddock? I bet a lot of people miss you and your face here", he nudged.

"I came here for you, I don't care about anyone else", you smiled as you leaned over to press a kiss on his cheek for a few seconds, smiling against his warm skin before grabbing your bag and walking out.

Most of the team must've known you were coming since not many of them took a second look whenever you greeted them or entered a different area.

One of the media girls got you a set of headphones as she stood next to you, Oscar and Lando getting ready to go to the track.

His routine hadn't changed as your eyes followed him while he got dressed appropriately and safely for the race.

Before Lando put his helmet on he looked back at you, winking and smiling when you winked back.

When the gap wasn't closing in, you knew Lando would be disappointed with P3, not because of the place itself but because his team-mate had done better.

As you moved to a better spot to watch the interviews on the media pen, your heart felt like someone was using it like a trampoline, jumping and stomping on it as Lando spoke about himself with such a negative tone.

Surely, the interviewers were fishing for answers with biased questions and his mind took him there.

As you waited for him to be back to the hospitality, you got yourself something to eat, realising you hadn't done it since the plane.

Lando was beating himself up and he couldn't shake the bad mood he was in even when he thought you had travelled to see him and be there for him.

As Sophie gave him a quick debrief about his interviews, he stepped into his driver's room so he could have a quick shower and then head to the team debrief.

"It wouldn't hurt going up to her, you know?", Jon told him, ready to take any harsh words first if it meant you didn't hear them.

"I know it wouldn't, I'm just going to eat something and then I'll join the debrief with the rest of the team", Lando mumbled as he walked up to you.

"Hey", he said sitting down on the sofa next to you.

"Hey, Lando", you said, testing the waters and approaching his body until you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You are going to get your win, Lando. It's going to be an amazing weekend and it's going to be your first. Surely important, but you'll be a race winner and go on to the next race", you said as he seemed to be unsure of the tone you were going for, "as that will be a big moment in a long career - because it won't define it - this doesn't define you either, as a person and as a driver", you concluded, hoping to bring a little bit of his confidence and self-esteem back up a little.

"And you're going to be there?", he asked. He was feeling like shit and needed to know. It wasn't fair, but he needed to know.

"I can't make promises like that, not before we speak properly", you remarked, looking up at him from where you were, kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand in yours, "do you want me to stay here or should I go back to the hotel?", you asked. It wasn't the right time or the right place to talk about it.

"Could you stay here, please?", he said as you took your book out of your bag, knowing it would run long and you'd need some entertainment as there was only so much catching up you could do with the team when they're suppose to be working.

"I will, then", you said as Lando took the plunge and kissed the top of your head.

Ten chapters and a tea later, Lando tapped your shoulders, "I'm finished, are we ready to go?", he asked as you got up accepting his hand to hold as you walked out of the hospitality, grabbing your suitcase from the storage room and bidding goodbye to the team.

"I couldn't get a separate room for you, but the room I'm staying in has this living room area and the sofa opens into a bed, they said it's really comfy and they also left an extra mattress topper and some blankets", Lando said as he drove, "in case you didn't feel comfortable, I- I just want you to feel comfortable", he emphasised nervously.

"Lando, you don't need to walk on eggshells, okay? It's me", you smiled reassuringly as he stole a quick look at you before focusing back on the road, "sounds like a nice solution, fine by me", you reassured him.

Leaving the car to the valet and taking the lift up with you, you stayed silent until you were inside the hotel room, "That's the bedroom area, bathroom's here - and it has a double sink - and then the living room", Lando patted the extra linen folded on the sofa.

"Thank you", you assented, "would you like to talk now or is it bad timing? You must be tired f,-".

"Yes, please", he agreed immediately sitting on the sofa and making room for you to sit in front of him.

"I don't know where to begin", you observed after a while, "it's been tough being without you - I have been so used to having you there for me and to be there for you that nothing quite has the same meaning. I can live without you - barely, but I can -, that's not the question, but I don't want to", you manifested.

"We ended things because we had to, and it did us both well to see from another perspective - that's what it felt for me anyway -, but I want to be with you and to have you with me", he elaborated, "I don't care if you have to spend more time back home because of the distance, or come with me to the races because of the distance, too, I-".

"It was never about the distance, Lando", you interjected. You both used that excuse way too many times but deep down you knew it wasn't because of it.

"We'll work it out then", Lando suggested, "we'll work on us because knowing eachother doesn't mean we don't have to put ourselves first and keep investing on our relationship. I value you so much Y/N, I love you so much and I want to do this right", he whispered as if he spoke any louder would disturb the moment.

"I love you too", you smiled as you laced your hands together, "we'll work on it, together".

It was already late so Lando offered you the bathroom so you could shower and do your night routine first and then make the sofa bed to your liking while he did his night routine.

"Good night, angel", Lando said after you hugged him goodnight, kissing the top of your head before letting you lie down first since the light on his bedside table was the only one illuminating the room.

After you cocooned yourself in the sheets comfortably, you spoke up, "Lando, I'm sorry I didn't answer back sooner", you apoligised.

"It's okay, love, you don't have to worry about that", he cooed softly and you could hear the smile on his voice.

"I know it's not, but thank you for making me feel better about it, goodnight", you smiled, feeling hopeful about it.

The next morning, you were woken up by the noise coming from the bathroom, assuming Lando was showering inside as you stretched, surprised at how well you slept. Maybe the bedding was genuinely nice, the sofa bed wasn't bad to begin with, especially considering the hotel you were staying in, or maybe it was the fact that for the first time in months, you fell asleep knowing the person who your heart belonged to was more than happy to let you keep his, too, and he was in the same space as you.

"Good morning, beautiful", Lando smiled as he noticed you were awake already, "did you sleep well?".

"Good morning, Lan", you yawned, "I did, really well, actually. At what time do we have to be at the track?", you wondered. It was a night race, so the call up was later than usual.

"I'm leaving after breakfast, but you can stay and head there later if you want", Lando declared as you walked up to him, "I just need to freshen up and get ready", you smiled, kissing his cheek and heading for the bathroom with your clothes.

As soon as you arrived at the track, you took one of the back entrances as you knew Lando would spend some time with the fans and other drivers he bumped into, finding a nice spot on the lounge and going back to your book.

"I'm going to start race prep", Lando stopped by you in the lounge after a quick meeting, "I probably won't talk to you much until afterwards so I just came to check on you", he reasoned.

Getting up, you moved to one of the corridors, leaning up to kiss his forehead softly, "Good luck, my love, you're going to do so well, I know it", you smiled against his skin.

"I have my lucky charm with me", he smirked, kissing the top of your head before he got back to Jon.

From P10 to P3, Lando had an eventful race. Fortunately, and compared to the rest of the grid, he seemed to be doing fairly well as he stood in front of AC Units while replenishing the water he lost during the fifty-seven laps.

"I'm so proud of you!", you cooed as he got back to the garage, shaking hands with all the mechanics and engineers before he got to you. You hugged his sweaty body, not caring about it as long as you felt his close to you.

"They're postponing race debrief so I'm going to shower quickly and then we can get going, beautiful", he smiled, kissing a spot on your cheek very close to your lips.

Smiling giddily, you went to the bar area to get a bottle of water for yourself as Sophie walked last you, "seems like we will be seeing a lot more of you again soon - maybe Zak can also hire you as our lucky charm!", she winked as you shook your head, blood rushing to your cheeks at her words.

Back in the hotel room, it was your turn to freshen up and get ready to sleep. The spirits were high and you were feeling like the wait time was over. Your heart was healed enough as you sat on Lando's bed, "I'm so proud of you, you had an incredible drive tonight", you smiled as you moved closer to him as he sat on the edge, back against the headboard and one leg on the mattress while the other hung beside the mattress.

"It felt so good", he smiled, "thank you for supporting me", he cupped your cheek as he silently asked you for permission to kiss your lips. Lando couldn't waste anymore time as he pulled you to him so he could kiss you properly, your legs on either side of his as you straddled him, revelling in the feeling of being in eachother's hold as your hands played with his hair while his held your waist.

"As much as I'd love to continue this, I'm exhausted, baby", he rubbed your thighs, "it's okay, my love, I wasn't thinking of letting you do anything else anyway", you smiled, kissing his nose softly before you got on one knee so you could flop to the side and land on the mattress.

"Sleep here, yes?", he mused and you nodded, undoing the bed and getting under the sheets, his arm holding you to him and making sure he didn't let go.

As if you'd leave anyway.

4.30am and Lando woke up again. This time however, the sight he longed to see was right there. The you he had and had got back, cuddled up to his chest as your leg was hoisted up on top of his own and very close to his aching cock.

As he tried to change the angle so every time you moved, your smooth skin wouldn't pratically tease him, you stirred in your sleep, eyes opening as he tried to adjust your knee.

"Is everything alright, baby? Am I hurting you?", you said as you recoiled from his body.

"No, angel, no!", he quickly guaranteed, "I'm sorry I woke you up, it's just that your knee was very close to me and I was having a hard time dealing with it".

"A hard time indeed", you snickered as you felt his hard-on strained on his Calvin Kleins. Dating after being friends for so long brought an easy joking side to your relationship so much easier and funnier as you wouldn't get offended with most of what you said to eachother, "need help with that?", you smirked.

"But I wanted to treat you", Lando pouted, "Can I, gorgeous girl?", he whispered as he kissed up your neck once you whispered "yes", hands roaming on your body as he pulled up your nightshirt, finding your nipples and twisting them slightly to work your body up the way you did with his.

Your sighs and whimpers let him know he was doing a good job as undressed your torso, littering small kissed from your throat to your tummy, "you're so gorgeous, Y/N, I can't believe you're mine", he said as he blew a raspberry on your tummy, earning giggles from you before he licked up a stripe near your panties line.

"You know how much I like it when you wear your pink panties", he voiced as he touched you over the cotton fabric, feeling you pulsate already, "Do you like it when I tease you over your pink panties, baby?".

"Yes", you scrambled out betwen moans and deep breaths, "Oh my Goodness, princess", he cooed as you squirmed, "You want me to fill this pussy up?", he wondered as you let out a yes followed but a deep mewling sound.

"Let me take a little peek, then", as his fingers pushed the fabric down, a string of wetness caught in the material as he smiled, "Oh my Goodness, look at this pretty little pink pussy", he kisses your clit, "all of you, you're se beautiful, baby".

Rubbing the inside of your thighs with his thumbs, pressing the soft skin as he got rid of your underwear, "Are you going to let me fill you up?", he asked as he wouldn't do it without consent.

"Yes, please do it, Lan", you moaned, hand looking for his own to hold.

"You don't need to say please, my love - here", he whispered as he laced your hands together, "you'll always have me, you hear me? I'm yours, sweet girl", he smiled.

His hand that wasn't securely laced in yours helped you take his underwear off before he came back up to kiss your lips softly.

"Does it feel good when I tease your clit like that, gorgeous?", he smirked as he ran the tip of his cock in your sensitive bud, "Yes - uhg, baby", you gasped, looking into his eyes and swearing you could get lost in them had you not been in such a state of arousal as you were.

"You look so pretty like this, my beautiful, sweet girl", he praised as he saw your twitches and heard your moans at his words, "we need protection, though", he stated.

"I'm good, didn't see anyone else - you?", you wondered as he shook his head, "didn't see anyone else either - condom?", he asked, making you nod and separate so he could get it from his toiletries bag. Hormonal contraception left you feeling worse that it made your life easier, so you and Lando always used condoms.

Rolling it down his shaft, Lando climbed back in the bed and kissed your lips, adjusting himself before he entered you.

You whimpered as Lando slid inside you, a low groan escaping from his throat as he gently slid, taking your hand back in his and resting them next to your head on the pillow.

"You feel so good for me, sweet girl, so wet so warm, so good - aah", he breathed out, "so tight, my sweet sweet girl", he squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of your walls squeezing him.

You stretched your arm out enough to pull his face closer to yours, kissing his jaw and then his lips before whispering "you can move, love".

Lando pulled back slowly, thrusting in gently to begin with and savouring how you felt around him.

"I love you", you muttered into his neck between moans as he picked up the pace, thrusting into you faster, harder and deeper.

"I'm close", Lando groaned as he felt your walls clench around him, his hand crawling between your bodies and drawing lazy circles on your clit to get you to your release.

"Me too, feels so good, I feel so good", you moaned out, a high pitch one particularly when you felt the band was about to snap.

“My sweet girl, my beautiful sweet girl, are you going to come for me?”, Lando worked you up as your body started to show signs of it, "let go, my love, I'm here, I've got you”, he soothed, still gently rubbing your clit with one hand and keeping hold of the other.

Your back arched, sensitive nipples rubbing against his skin, as you came with a high-pitched whine, nuzzling your face on his thick neck as you came undone around him. Lando came soon after, his hand that was not holding yours groping your waist as he groaned.

“Good, sweet girl, that was good, you did so well for me. I’ve got you, it's okay", he assured as he felt you flutter around him, probably from overstimulation considering neither of you had been with anyone else and you hadn't slept a full night yet, the tiredness he felt also a cause for how quickly he finished.

Lando kissed your forehead sweetly before he pulled out, getting up and throwing out the condom on the bathroom bin before he cane back to you on the bed.

"Let's put this on, yeah?", he whispered soflty as he helped you put on his linen shirt, buttoning it enough to let you breathe but still feel hugged by the fabric, and then a clean pair of underwear he got from your suitcase.

Before he laid in bed with you again, he put on his own underwear, pulling you to his arms and then pulling the crisp white covers over you.

"Do you feel good, baby?", he asked once you were cuddled up to him, "yes, I do", you smiled, a mixture of post sex glow and being back in his arms.

"Thank you for not giving up on us, I love you, sweet girl", Lando said as he played with your fingers, bringing them up to his mouth so he could kiss every single one of them, "you're the best thing in my life", he mumbled, letting you drift off to sleep.

[latherinhoney]

kinktober 2023 day 5 - stuff me full

(jake - enhypen)

genre: (non - idol au)

warnings: (18+), (hard smut), (breeding kink), (pregnancy kink), (mentions of jake wanting kids), (creampie), (soft dom jake) (pet names)

1.5k words

a/n: day 5 of kinktober! again sorry for the late post but I knocked out last night 😭 but I had alot of fun writing this one so I hope you enjoy! And as always feel free to send in any requests :)

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Jake absolutely adored the fact that you and him would eventually have kids someday. Seeing little copies of one another running around made his heart swell and he knew you'd make a great mother as well. He couldn't wait for the day when his little family formed.  

"Babyyy"  Jake whined to you trying to get your attention while you were both getting ready for bed. 

You let out a small sigh laughing at how he always gets like this when he wants something. 

"What's wrong honey?" you ask him, turning around so that you could face him. He looked so cute with the slight pout forming on his lips that you just wanted to pepper his face in kisses. 

"When are we going to start our own family?" He asks shyly "We've been together for a long time and I always see other people looking so happy with their little families and I want the same for us" he confesses. 

This caught you by surprise, you never knew that Jake had been feeling this way. I mean sure he loved playing with kids especially his nieces and nephews. You saw the way he looked while playing with them but didn't know he wanted that for yourselves. 

You'll admit though, that you didn't think you were exactly ready to start a family yet but the way Jake's face lit up talking about you guys having your own kids made you want to give him five on the spot. 

"Hmmm I don't know yet baby" you tell him nervously "I don't know if we're ready for that yet, what if it's not like what we expect or what you expect?" you ramble to Jake, starting to feel slightly worried now. 

"Shhh it's okay princess" he whispers as he grabs your hand, rubbing his thumb over it and placing a kiss on your forehead. "You'll be a great mom and you know why? Because you're already a great wife and there's no one else I can imagine being a perfect mother other than you" he reassures you by combing his fingers through your hair. 

"You really think so?" you ask, feeling your worries start to ease. "I know so" he whispers, placing a kiss on your lips.

 He deepens the kiss and you kiss him back harder. He's caught slightly off guard. 

"Mmmh fuck princess, if you kiss me like that I won't be able to hold myself back" he pants out, looking at you.

 He takes you in, how pretty you look before going to bed and thinking how sweet you are to him. You're the best wife he could have, how could he not want to have kids with you? Wanting to stuff all his cum into you, to the point it starts dripping out knowing that he'd for sure get you pregnant. 

"Fuck you make feel like I'm floating" Jake breathes out, breath getting heavy. "I need you so bad right now princess" Jake whines pulling you back in for another kiss 

You can tell he's starting to get turned on. Finding it really cute when he's practically begging for you. You continue the kiss turning from sweet to hot and heavy. He pulls away, saliva disconnecting from both of your mouths as he licks it away. 

"Lay on your back princess, I can't take it anymore" he commands, pulling the blankets to the side of the bed and plopping you down onto it. You adjust yourself on the bed, shifting into a more comfortable position as Jake is already taking off his pajama pants. As he slides them off you can already see the bulge on his boxers, your body shuddering at the sight. 

You can tell he's desperate by the way he's trying his best to take off his clothes as fast as he can. He then slides off his boxers, cock slipping out already stiff and leaking. 

He rushes over to you and spreading your legs open. 

"Oh fuck my princess looks so pretty for me, I can't wait to stuff you full of my cum, so much that it starts leaking out" he grunts out. It caught you off guard seeing his dominant side come out as he usually is nothing but a sweetheart. You couldn't help as his sudden aggressiveness turned you on and couldn't wait any longer for him to start fucking into you. 

"I'ma make my baby feel so good" he says taking off your shorts, underwear included. 

He groans at the fact that he can see your pussy clenching around nothing, ready to take him in. He grabs his cock, teasing you but sliding it up and down your slick pussy. 

"Hmmhm fuck Jake" you beg "Stop teasing and put it in already" you muster out gripping the sheets already. 

His head is spinning, flustered with the fact that he's finally gonna be able to stuff you full and breed you to his heart's content. He grabs his cock lining it up with your entrance. He slowly pushes the tip in, gasping at how fucking good it feels. He could feel the slight pressure of your pussy tightening around his tip making him go insane. 

He slowly pushes the rest of his cock in, making you gasp at how full he was making you feel. He moans at how fucking tight you feel around the rest of his cock, starting to fuck into you. 

"Fuck princess this pussy of yours is so tight, I don't know how much longer I'ma last" he grits his teeth continuing to slide his cock in and out of you. 

Your head is spinning, moaning as he fucks into you at a brutal pace. He feels so fucking good especially the way his cock is pushing up against your sweet spot, your head lolling back everytime he hits it. At this rate you didn't know how much longer you would last. He slides out for a quick moment to put your legs over his shoulders to fuck into you at a better angle. He slips his cock back in, both of you moaning at him re-entering you. 

With this new angle, Jake was directly hitting your sweet spot, the feeling in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. 

"Fuck gonna cum soon" you moan out "fuckfuckfuck c-cumming" you yell out arching your back from the bed.

The tightness from you cumming was clamping down on his dick sending him over the edge. 

"Oh fuck mmh cumming princess" he grunts out placing a hand on your stomach. 

"Cumming" 

He groans as he keeps his hand on your stomach to feel himself release inside of you. Thick ropes of his cum filling you up as you continue to ride out your high on his cock. 

"Hgnn fuck Jake" you whimper as you come down from your high. Jake still fucking into you to make sure he stuffs you full with his semen. 

"Mhhh fuck princess, I'm going to breed you so good" he moans "fill you up so good, stuff you full of my kids" he says applying more pressure onto your stomach with his hand. 

"Jake, stop please mhm sensitive" you plead out but he ignores you, and continues to fucking into you, making sure to release every last drop of his cum inside of you. He finishes riding out his high and pulls out of you watching his cum slowly drip out from your pussy. His head feels dizzy, watching the scene in front of him unfold, you still whimpering from the overstimulation meanwhile your pussy clenches around nothing dripping out his seed. 

"Fuck princess, I can't hold myself back with you" Jake pants out grabbing his cock and slipping it back inside of you again. Your body breaks into goosebumps from the feeling of him slipping back into you. 

"Jake please" you beg "give me a moment" 

"I can't" he continues pounding into you "Not when you look like this" thrusting deeper into you. 

He's desperate, his mind is being overtaken by the sole fact that he just wants to breed you. Fill you up so good that you'll be pregnant with his child by the time he's done with you. 

"Mmhmm coming again" he whimpers cumming into you for the second time tonight. Your mind has turned into mush at this point, overstimulated all you can do is just lay there and keep moaning out. 

"Fuck this pussy of yours feels too good, and it's all mine" 

Once he finishes he pulls out again, seeing how much more he stuffed you this time. Your body trembling, begging for no more but again he slips back into you and continues for multiple more rounds. 

"Fuck princess" he groans out slipping out for a last time. Watching the multiple rounds of his cum leak out of you. He leans over you to place a kiss on your forehead "you did so well for me" 

He places his hand back on your stomach again. Rubbing your stomach, pleased with himself at the fact that he stuffed you full of his seed. 

[boowritess]

gaz is my favourite to do the whole friends to lovers trope because imagine:

ya'll were childhood best friends, somehow managed to stick side by side despite having different interests and set of friends. knowing the other had their back when needed.

but it was nothing more than friendship.

atleast that's what the both of you delulued yourselves to think...

anyways, gaz joins the military, somehow ya both still managed to stay in contact. gaz messaging or calling at any free opportunity.

shower, bathroom, on a run, cleaning, as soon as he wakes up.

and it's crazy cause the 141 are like, "so when we gonna meet your little girlfriend?"

and gaz is like !?!?!??! "what girlfriend?"

in return 141 are just !?!?!?!!?!?!? "da fuq you mean what girlfriend, gaz? the girl you've been talking to every 5 minutes!"

and gaz, just- blushes. he doesn't know why but he does. like haha, you as his girlfriend- that's weird! could you imagine!? could you imagine...

gaz starts to fucking hyperfixate on imagining you as his girlfriend than bestfriend.

and like you and gaz have always heard people say that before but for some reason being thousands of miles away from you made him really fucking start to fixtate on that scenario. the 141 boys did not help. at all. always asking how gaz's girl is- making gaz roll his eyes and hide the blush as he talks to you on the phone.

then idk he gets to go home. gets to see you. and he forgets about the whole girlfriend conversation and is just happy to be with you. his best friend. his confidenant. his ride or die. his girl.

but then he realizes that he'd have you in whichever form you'd give him. and that's why- that's why he shoves away the thoughts about you being his girlfriend- UNTIL-

he's pissed. some lad you're seeing isn't treating you right (ofc it's some guy you met while gaz was away) and you're defending the guy. but every defence you bring up, he's got a rebuttal right back.

"he's not always so mean..." "bird, i've never talked to you like he did tonight, that ain’t an excuse."

"he's just having a shit time at work." "love, seriously? i get shot at on a constant basis and have fallen out of a helicopter twice."

"okay well- it's just a bad day today for him- that's all." "doll, when i've had the shittest day, any message, call, gift from you, anything that reminds me of you, makes me feel millions and millions more better. my 'bad day' is when we haven't talked."

...so things get pretty intense, and idk, maybe your stubborn and just like sarcastically say, "well not every guy feels the same as you gaz."

"damn right they don't because how i feel for you, none of those assholes could ever comprehend how much i lo-"

and he stops himself. clenches his jaw and swallows down the 'i love you'. he looks away from you when you look at him confused.

becauae you both have said those three little words before. throughout your whole friendship. what's different now???

♡

ahhhhhhhhhh i just wowwww gaz w/ friends to lovers trope yes pleasee

[dreamescapeswriting]

The Project ~ LMH

⤜WORD COUNT: 2.7K

⤜GENRE: love story, established realtionship, professor x student, first kiss, sweet, fluffy, cold minho, sunshine reader

⤜PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

A/N: Happy New Year everyone! Here’s to another year of writing and making your requests come true! I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I love writing them! I hope this is okay for you my love!

They always say that great love stories are when you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time and that couldn’t have been more true for you. Things had taken a weird turn in such a short span of months that you could hardly believe any of it was actually happening, and to you of all people. You hadn’t exactly been the luckiest when it came to finding love or even a relationship but everything had changed four months ago.

“I want you all to focus on the storytelling this time around, but not through the characters speaking with one another.” Your professor spoke out, glancing around at the class before his eyes landed on you lingering for a few short seconds before moving back around the rest of the class once again.

“With your next short film, I want you to focus on telling a story with the background, with music…With foreshadowing. Don’t make it easy. Challenge yourselves.” You resisted the urge to let out a groan, foreshadowing had always been something you struggled with when it came to your work so you knew you were in for a long night of studying. The bell rang and almost everyone moved in an instant, sliding out of their seats and falling into comfortable chatter about their projects that they were going to bed working on while you glanced at your professor. 

“Miss Y/ln, let me see you for a moment.” He spoke without looking away from his bag as the classroom emptied leaving the two of you alone and your heartbeat quickened, taking you back to a few months ago when this first happened to you.

“Miss Y/ln, let me see you for a moment.” The voice broke out making your skin crawl, you’d been so close to the exit that you could practically taste the freedom on the tips of your tongue. You bit back the urge to groan as you stepped backwards and turned around to face your professor who was looking back at you, his expression was completely unreadable but that had always been Minho’s expression. Ever since you'd joined his class he'd been this way, you'd heard from other students he was like it with everyone so you tried not to take it personally but it was hard not to when he was so blunt all of the time. 

That was why you did everything to stay out of his radar, doing everything possible so you'd never have to be alone with him or even get a bad grade. 

“We need to talk about your last assignment,” He told you as he dropped the DVD case onto his desk, his eyes staring down at it and you could have sworn you felt your heart shattering as the seconds ticked by, the clock on the wall seemed louder and you felt your palms sweating.

“Was it not good?” You hated yourself for the way your voice shook whenever you had to speak to him, you’d do everything within your willpower not to have any time alone with him or get into trouble with him.

“It’s not that it’s not good,” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he looked at you. When he took you onto his course he’d been told that you were the best of the best and someone who wouldn’t need much instruction when it came to working on projects but it seemed that might not have been all true. Your past work was good, great even, but lately as his class dove into the romance category of movies and short films you seemed to be struggling more and more.

“It doesn’t feel realistic. Truth be told, it’s like a really terrible hallmark movie.” If your heart had shattered before it was in tiny pieces now and stomped into the ground. You’d work so hard on your projects, all of them including this one, and yet he was so blunt and cold about it.

“You’ll redo the whole thing.” Your stomach dropped, you’d worked on the project for months. Creating the perfect story and then finding different actors who would be willing to actually work with you was hard enough. It wasn't as though they were lining up to be in films they wouldn't be paid for but would have to put in hours for.

“But-”

“And we’ll do some research before you film.” He told you coldly, picking up his bag and staring at you. His stare made you feel as though you’d turned to stone as you registered what he just said

“We?” You quizzed, following him as he made his way toward the exit holding your bag tightly. What did we mean? There was no way he was going to be allowed to shoot a film with you.

“Yes, We’ll meet up on Saturday morning at 8 in the Happenstance coffee shop.” He told you sternly giving you no time to reject it as he made his way into the busy hall and disappeared into the crowds of people making you whine a little. Spending time with Minho was going to kill you, literally, the man was too good-looking for his own good but that wasn’t why he made you uncomfortable.

The man was cold and blunt not to mention it looked like he could stop a titan in its tracks with one simple look, he scared the hell out of you and everyone else within your class now that you thought about it.

It doesn’t feel realistic. 

The words rattled around in your head all of the previous night, you could barely get any sleep all night long as you stayed up worrying about what today was going to bring. You’d even gotten to the cafe the second it opened, notepads in your bag, camera and anything else you could think of was stashed away since you had no idea what Minho had in store for you.

“Another refill?” Seumgin asked as he walked over to your table, holding up the jar of hot coffee, you couldn't count the cups you'd had on one hand but you were gladly going to take another if it meant keeping you awake.

“Yes-”

“She won’t be needing it.” Someone answered for you, your eyes travelling up to the voice when you saw Minho standing there. Except he looked completely different than he did as your professor, here he looked completely relaxed and at ease. Dressed in a pair of black jeans, and a plain white shirt and his hair was ruffled a little, he looked…Good. Too good, you knew you must have been staring for a while so you quickly looked away from him and down at your hands.

“We’ll take two teas and some food, something Yn likes.” He said before sitting across from you and watching you closely. He knew you came to this cafe a lot on your weekends since he’d seen you through the windows more times than he cared to admit. Seungmin glanced in your direction before nodding and making his way behind the counter.

“I’m an adult, I can order my own food.” You mumbled childishly.

“And yet, you’ve been here since they opened and haven't had a single thing to eat.” He mumbled looking at you, shaking his head in dissaporvement

“How did you know that?” You quizzed, slightly offended, if he’d been here as early as you were why hadn’t he said something or come in while you waited for him? 

“Not important, get your notebook out. We’ll be here for a while.” He tapped the table and looked out of the window. The truth was, he’d been on a run this morning when he saw you inside of the cafe and part of him wanted to stop and come in with you but he held himself back.

“What are we doing…exactly?” You mumbled reaching into your bag and pulling free an empty notebook and some pens, glancing at Minho and looking away faster. You didn’t want to stare at him too long in case he found it weird.

“We’re going to study couples, watch how they interact and talk with one another.” You blinked at him confused as to why watching couples would be a good use of your time.

“Why?”

“Your work is too stiff, I assume you’ve been in a relationship before now?” The air around you turned thick and it was hard to take in any breath as you stared at him, your mouth opening and closing like a fish as you tried to think of something that you could say but your mind was blank. 

“No?” Genuine surprise laced his voice as he stared at you, someone as beautiful as you there was no way you’d stayed single for so long.

“I don’t see how that's important.” You grumbled looking down at your hands again, it wasn’t anything to do with him if you’d dated or not.

“Because your romantic films are missing something…and now I know why.” He bit back a smile as he watched you processing everything before sighing.

“Fine, but I still don’t see how it’s going to help-” You stopped as Seungmin came to the table, placing down a pot of tea and two cups before placing your favourite breakfast meal in front of you.

“You won’t. But it’ll help, trust me.” He smiled at you taking the teapot and pouring two cups worth out for the two of you.

“We will meet here every Saturday and go to different date spots, finding couples to focus on.” He said calmly as if that was the normal thing in the world for someone to do.

“Isn’t that stalkerish?” You mumbled looking at him as he stared back at you,

“It’s research, look at this couple.” He nodded his head at the woman and man walking toward the cafe hand in hand, you recognised Chan as the man but the woman was someone you’d never seen before. He opened the door for her with a giant smile on his face,

“Write down how they act together,” Minho told you, sipping on his tea before you frowned watching the couple together.

It was like that for months, constantly watching couples together, you’d fallen into a pattern with Minho spending almost every weekend and every night after classes with him until he told you that you were ready. Although he hadn’t been allowed to help you write the story or record he’d offered to watch the final cut which was why you were sitting on his living room floor dressed in a baggy shirt and some sweatpants. After the first few weeks of working with Minho, you’d relaxed around him, finding a pattern with him as you worked together but the lines between you began to blur.

On the weekends when the two of you would do your “research” you’d go to different dating spots and you could feel your feelings toward Minho changing every single time you were together. Tonight was no different as the two of you getting ready for a cosy night in to watch your final piece.

“You’re on your final scene?” Minho questioned as he sat on the floor beside you, placing a bowl of popcorn on the table and grinning at you.

“Yep, I think you’re going to like it.” You pushed some popcorn into your mouth and smiled, looking at your laptop screen as you readied the film to play on his TV and he watched you closely.

Ever since the two of you had started this endeavour he’d found himself falling for you more and more and yet he was doing nothing to stop himself, he was throwing himself to the wolves and hoping you’d catch on that he had feelings for you or they’d go away eventually. 

Relationships between a professor and a student were prohibited, the age gap between you and Minho was basically nothing anyway, a few years but that was nothing when you were both mature adults. As your eyes glided across your screen Minho couldn’t help but look into them, smiling when he watched you biting your lip as you concentrated on something hard.

“Want to know something funny?” You asked suddenly, pulling him from his daydream and making him hum in response quickly looking at the TV so you didn’t get freaked out by him. 

“I used to be scared of you for the longest time…” As soon as the admission left your lips it was as though someone had poured ice water down the back of Minho’s shirt. Scared of him? He knew he wasn’t the most approachable of people but the last thing he ever wanted was to come across as scary.

“Really?” He questioned, his voice coming out a little sadder than he had wanted, frowning at you a little before he watched you nodding at the screen not noticing it had upset him a little.

“Yeah, you were so blunt…cold but…but after spending so much time with you I’m realising that none of that was the real you, this is.” Your eyes finally met his and he was staring at you, grief-stricken as he watched you.

“You’re nothing like I thought you were and I find myself….missing you when we’re not together.” You whispered, the two of you inching closer to one another without noticing until Minho’s left hand was gently cupping your cheek and his thumb was gently running across your bottom lip sending shivers up and down your spine. Your heart raced as you watched him, your eyes flicking to his lips as you slowly wet yours desperate for him to make a move.

“Minho-” Your plea was cut short as he closed the distance between the two of you pressing his lips gently against yours as sparks flew from your body. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as your laptop slid onto the floor beside you and your arms moved to wrap around the back of your professor's neck.

Maybe it was wrong to be making out with him on his floor but if this was wrong you never wanted to be right again. You moaned out as he pressed you closer to him, your lips moving in perfect harmony with one another and your movie began to play in the background but it was ignored.

You pulled away breathlessly, your foreheads resting on one another as you tried to wrap your head around everything that was happening.

“None of this was to get you to be with me,” Minho panted heavily, looking at you as he licked his bottom lip,

“I really did want to help you with your project…I didn’t do this to take advantage.” He was starting to ramble a little bit and you let out a small giggle at how cute it was to see your once cool, calm and collected teacher now rambling and ranting to get his words out.

“I understand…Kiss me again,” You begged, pushing yourself into his lap and once again reconnecting your lips with his in a heated make-out session.

“You wanted to see me, professor?” You stated as you reached the front of the classroom, Minho quickly glanced around to check no one else was there before he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him.

“You look beautiful today” He said plainly, running his hand over your cheek causing your whole body to flame up at the small contact.

“Thank you,” You stuttered a little, you weren't quite used to all of the attention you were receiving but you were trying to deal with it all.

“We still on for dinner tonight? I was thinking of taking you to my favourite restaurant,” Minho told you as he collected his bag, slinging it over his shoulder before taking your hand into his own and making his way out into the corridor.

“Sure, but I have some studying to do first. My media professor set us a task,” You smirked before he tickled your sides. The two of you worked comfortably with one another and you moulded well as a couple but he was still your professor which meant hard tasks from him where he wasn’t allowed to help you - not that you would ever let him.

“Study on the weekend, I want you tonight.” He whispered before kissing your cheek softly and you both made your way out into the parking lot and in the direction of his car.

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[greeneyed-thestral]

I MET MICHAEL SHEEN. 16/03/24, National Theatre

So, if you've read my post about booking tickets to see Michael, you know all about my what-ifs. But the day was finally here.

I arrived at the National Theatre, followed all the Nye signs and here's the Olivier Theatre. I made my sister buy me the show's programme, hoping I would be able to get it signed.

I find my seat, I'm not in the centre but the stage still feels very close and you can see everything (amphitheatres are always the best).

Lights out. The audience is in religious silence. Can't believe I'm actually here, this is happening.

[skip this part in smaller font, if you want to avoid spoilers] In the words of Staged, he really loses himself in his roles. First of all, it's great to hear him speak in a Welsh accent.

But then we also see him turning back into a child, and you can totally believe he's young and innocent again. His stutter feels so real, his struggle and sadness too. The entire ensamble is great during the classroom scene, where they all help Nye against their bullying teacher (using those big canes to make him look scary really works). Hearing young Nye confessing that at times he thinks he 'shouldn't exist' because of who he is was a gut punch; Michael's delivery of that whole part is incredible, in that moment he really becomes a little boy that allows himself to feel vulnerable and says something dark to a friend. The way he jumps while saying "I can visualise and enunciate!" made me wanna jump too, he was ready to give up and then he found the solution through books, it's the joy and relief you feel when you realise that there is another way and your life is not over.

Now, I've watched musicals all my life and let me tell you that man is meant to be in one. He opened his mouth and all I could see was someone that had been waiting a long time for the occasion to show his talent, truly showstopping. He was so free and happy and confident, singing and dancing spectacularly. I couldn't stop smiling and giggling, we all clapped.

It's clear he means every word he says, and when he points and shouts his political arguments at the audience, those who feel called out must be shaking; I thought 'This is how people in Ancient Greece must have felt everytime they went to the theatre'. His Nye is inspiring, passionate, someone you'd want to follow, he stands up for what he believes in and lets nothing get in his way.

We get to watch him flirt, on all fours, waggling his 'tail'; everytime we think we've seen all he's capable of, he does something like this and surprises us.

But most of all, we see him being scared, first of having to do something, and then of not being able to do enough for all of us. At one point everyone has requests for Nye and I was expecting him to shout "Heal yourselves!" like Jesus in JCS, it totally conveyed what it must have been like to be in his role at the time, overwhelmed with daunting responsibilities.

In general, I appreciated the fact that it wasn't a linear biography, they chose life moments that have universal situations everyone can relate too, like they do in bio-musicals. I loved the staging. The colour palette is so recognisable; the curtains and the beds are used in many different ways so everything is explored at its full potential.

He is on stage basically all the time for more than two hours (sometimes twice a day, can you imagine?). Also barefoot and in his pajamas from start to finish, he looks like a teddy bear you just want to hug and protect.

He bows, looks at Nye's achievements, then leaves the stage.

Standing ovation, applause. I go back to the theatre lobby, I was supposed to wait for my sister, but she's late. Meanwhile, a fan asks me how to get to the Stage Door. I start too fear that I'm going to miss my chance if I keep waiting inside, so I decide to go on my own. After no more than 5 minutes, he's outside with us. Forget Nye, I am living my fever dream. He has just finished his second show of the day and yet he's smiling and listening to each and every one, signing and taking pictures. I know many have said this, but he really is an angel.

My sister arrives, and as soon as I'm sure she has the camera ready, I make my way to him. The two girls next to me who were speaking to him needed a pen and I lent them my sharpie, so I got my chance to look generous in front of him.

And suddently it was my turn. This is as much as my scrambled mind allows me to remember: I tell him I'm Francesca and I'm from Italy, he asks me how long I am going to stay, I confess that I had arrived that morning and just to see him, that I would be leaving already the following morning. I can't even focus while he's signing my programme, I just want to find the right words. I manage to say how I enjoyed seeing his passion, all these different sides of him and how watching him sing and dance has been the highlight of my evening. We take a picture together, I feel his hand on my shoulder and I realise my arm is around the waist of this person I love. I had to thank him again, telling him that he only deserves good things and that we are so lucky to have him. He wishes me a safe trip home, and I melt. I leave and I can't stop trembling. On my way back to the hotel I hold on tight to my signed programme and the sharpie that was in his hands just moments earlier. Only later I will realise that he's also written 'Ciao!', 'love' and 'X', without me asking for it or anything! Seeing him act live was a big gift already, but what followed outside was beyond my dreams. I can't look at the photos without blushing, the way he looks at me in the video and then also strokes my arm for a moment, I mean pinch me now.

The more I think about it, the more I can't believe it happened.

I want to thank everyone that under my first post pushed me and encouraged me to see the pros of doing this, I share this beautiful moment of my life with all of you. <3

[thatacotargirl]

The Daughter of Day (1)

My third and final active fanfiction is here! This is The Daughter of Day, a series exploring a new Court and a triad, because why not!

I hope you enjoy this introductory chapter - and keep your eyes peeled for the next instalment 🌟

This story is set after A Court of Silver Flames.

My inbox remains open for oneshot/imagine requests.

A Reader x Feysand Fanfiction

🎶 "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine - you make me happy, when skies are grey - you'll never know, dear, how much I love you - please don't take, my sunshine, away" 🎶

Helion held his newborn daughter, bundled in his arms in a yellow blanket, as he swayed gently around the nursery. He had had no intentions of becoming a father anytime soon, but when the baby's mother arrived at his doorsteps, he had fallen in love on the spot - those chubby cheeks and shining round eyes that peered out at him had captured his heart and soul.

Now, he couldn't imagine life without her.

Placing his daughter into her bassinet, watching her sweet eyes grow heavy and blinking, he set her floating celestial mobile to turn and tucked her in. Stroking her cheek as he watched her slowly fall asleep, he vowed to love and protect her for always. She would want for nothing in this life, he would make sure of that.

25 years later - Reader POV

"Y/n, are you ready?"

You can hear your father calling out to you, interrupting your reading. Grumbling, you grab your bookmark and note the page, before setting it down on the coffee table. The middle of a chapter. The worst place to stop reading.

"Yes, yes, I'm coming".

As you exit the sitting room and join your father's side, you see the look he gives you in response to your attitude. His eyebrow still raised, he stays silent as he opens the front door and gestures for you to leave the palace. You walk ahead of him and towards Xalan, your pegasus. Your father had gifted you Xalan on your 10th birthday and the pair of you were thick as thieves; much to his horror. You had Xalan wrapped around your little finger and often got yourselves into all sorts of trouble that Helion would have to rescue you both from. One time, you'd ended up in Thesan's bedroom in the middle of the night - and nearly gave the High Lord a heart attack before Helion was able to arrive and scoop you away, profusely apologising. He still apologises every time he sees Thesan for the embarrassment.

You mount Xalan and wait for your father to join with Meallan. Once you are both comfortable, he gestures for you both to take flight.

"This is a diplomatic meeting, y/n, so you have to be on your best behaviour. You are the heir to the Day Court, which means you represent the Court and me".

You don't reply. There's no need to, really. You will sit demurely and smile, speak when spoken to, and daydream otherwise of what life could offer you if you could just break free.

You had everything you could possibly want at the Day Court, your father made sure of that. But it didn't quench the desire in you to explore and see new horizons. 25 years in the confines of Day, only being able to satisfy your curiosity of Prythian by reading historical literature, was really taking its toll. You didn't mean to start acting out, but the boredom was driving you insane.

As you begin your descent into Velaris, the Night Court's City of Starlight, you can't help but notice the colours. The Sidra, the river running through the city, looked like it contained iridescent starlight. Flowers bloomed in deep blues and purples in people's front gardens. The mountain ranges in the distance seem to sparkle even in the daytime. You can hear people bustling about the streets, happy chatting and laughter fill the air.

Landing with a gentle thud before a riverfront house, you carefully guide Xalan to a stop and follow your father to a grassy sideline where the pair can graze happily. Once both pegasus' are settled, you watch your father round to the door and knock heavily.

"Helion, welcome!" comes a booming voice as the door swings wide open.

"A pleasure as always, Rhysand".

You see your father embrace the High Lord of Night as you stand behind, awkwardly. As Rhysand pulls away, he looks behind Helion to see you standing there. Helion notices Rhysand's wide eyes and turns to introduce you.

"Rhysand, this is my daughter, y/n. I thought it was time she learn the ways of the business, since she will one day take over from me after all", he laughs, guiding me to stand in front of him. Rhysand kindly takes my hand in his, shaking it gently.

"Welcome to Velaris, y/n". He smiles at you with kind eyes, which you return, before shyly pulling your hand away and tucking it behind your back.

"Helion, I had no idea you had a daughter?"

"Yes, well, I tried to keep her out of the spotlight to let her have a normal childhood; but she was getting restless in Day".

So he had noticed.

"Do come in, both of you".

Rhysand opened the door wider and moved, allowing you both passage into his home. You noticed the paintings that adorned the hallway, stopping at one in particular. It was one of your father, in the midst of the war 45 years ago, wielding his Spell-Cleaving powers with Hybern's army visibly falling in the distance. You had read about your father's role in the war, but only through reading the history books in his library. He never spoke of it, no matter how often you asked.

"Remarkable, isn't it? Feyre, my mate, painted this from a memory of your father during the war. He was a force to be reckoned with, took down nearly half the army on his own".

You turned to Rhysand with a gasp.

"Really?"

He looked at you, his face shrouded with confusion.

"He was formidable, y/n. Really, Prythian wouldn't be standing if it wasn't for him".

You turn back to gaze at the portrait, lost in thought. If your father had powers strong enough to single-handedly take down half an army, what could yours do with the right training? Helion was reluctant to let you do more than basic healing spells, worried that you would accidentally hurt yourself with your powers if left to your own devices. You could feel the power in you, strumming through your fingertips, begging to be wielded.

"Y/n?".

You turn and see your father standing in the doorway, silently beckoning for you to join him in the office. You sigh, thoughts of powers ebbing away, as you join him to discuss peace-making treaties with the mortal lands.

After you had been introduced to the rest of the Night Court, and they had gotten over the shock of Helion's 25-year-old daughter making a sudden appearance, the meeting carried on as normal. You mind wandered often, to the streets outside of the house, to the painting of your father and the power you could feel exuding from it, and you could feel yourself getting restless.

When the meeting was finally finished and you and your father had began the flight home, you couldn't help but wonder what your life would be like if you left the nest of the Day Court. And, as you watched Xalan in flight, his wings outspread through the sky - you realised it was time to spread your own.

"Father".

"Yes, sunshine?"

"I'd like to take a trip".

"Where would you like to go, my love? We could visit the continent, if you'd like?".

"A trip on my own, dad".

You can feel your father's gaze piercing you, but you refused to look up and meet his eyes.

"On your own?"

"I'm suffocating, dad. I need to live a little. Please. Just for a few weeks, just some distance from Day, so I can learn and explore and have fun like any other 25-year-old".

"But you're not any other 25-year-old, you're heir to the Day Court. You are a target".

"Then let me go somewhere where I'm not a target, where I can be protected. Please, dad".

You can feel your eyes pricking with tears, and not from the blowing wind. Your head is still bowed, but you know your father can sense them, can sense your heartache. He remains silent for a few minutes.

"I can, perhaps, ask Rhysand if he would grant you permission to stay in Velaris for a short while".

"Please, dad. Anything".

You meet his gaze and can see the pain in his face. His heart torn between keep you safe, but keeping his promise to you to want for nothing. And, it was becoming more obvious to him now, that what you wanted was to leave.

"Ok. I hear you. I will send a request to Rhysand when we are home".

[merbear25]

hey !! can i ask -12 "If you win, I'll kiss you." with Ace , fem or gn reader swf pls ?

congrats on your 200 followers 💋💋💋!

Hey, hey! Thank you for sending in a request! So happy to write this for you and hope you like it lovely 💜💜

CW: SFW, gn!reader, some fluff and humor, drinking, reciprocated feelings

Shooting your shot

There was hardly a moment you and Ace weren't sharing a laugh together. Perhaps the only time you weren't hanging around each other was when he'd have to go off on outings, leaving you behind; he always said that it was because it would be too dangerous for someone like you, "You are just a tad too soft for them", he'd tease.

But you'd been admiring Ace for quite some time now: from his strength to his laugh, he had stolen your heart and was holding it hostage, even without him knowing it. The two of you were good friends, but it was hard for you to ignore your pining for wanting more.

During one of the many parties that were always held after a successful mission, you couldn't help watching him partake in his usual activities: fluttering between different groups of people to share jokes and stories, often with a drink and food in hand.

Pausing to take a shot to boost your chances at maintaining your newfound bravery, you let the liquid luck work its magic and worked up the courage to approach him.

Stopping in front of him, your front was starting to faulter as he beamed at you and asked how you were enjoying the party. In hopes of shoving your nerves back down, you abruptly challenged him to the drinking game that'd been set up earlier: beer darts.

Chuckling at your sudden assertiveness, he started waving it off by saying you'd make yourself sick with how many beers you'd surely have to drink.

He was unintentionally making your foundations shake and sway, so you thought it'd be best to make a wager. "If I win, then you'll have to take me on your next outing! A-and, if you win...," you paused to ponder what he could possibly want from you.

"If you win, I'll kiss you."

You shot up from hearing his suggestion, your chest heaving at the mere thought of him placing his lips against yours. "Okay, then it's a deal." The fifteen minutes began its countdown.

Positioning yourselves behind the boards, you were the first to throw a dart. However, your hand was shaking from the possibility of him kissing you, which caused you to miss horribly―practically throwing it straight down into the dirt.

Unable to hold back his amusement, he went into a slight laughing fit asking what on earth happened. Just as the dart was passing through his fingers, he caught a glimps of your flustered, pouting face, causing him to lose focus.

Luckily for you, his dart just barely missed the beer. Taking a deep breath to help calm your nerves, you became lazer focused on the can infront of you―a direct hit!

Congratulating you on being able to hit it this time, he chugged his beer down.

As the timer you'd set earlier ticked the minutes away, the two of you shared in equal wins and loses. The score was tied and there was a little over a minute left on the clock, meaning this was your last chance at pulling ahead of him. Mustering all of the might you had been clinging to throughout, not only the game but your whole friendship with him, you threw your last dart. Any hope you'd been gathering to share your first kiss was shattered as the dart made contact with the wooden board standing behind it.

Ace let out no triumphent laugh as he threw his final dart, hitting your can with ease. As the taste of defeat wet your lips, you could only feel disappointment fill your stomach.

Not wanting to face Ace due to the embarrassement washing over you, you hadn't noticed him walking towards you.

"You know, I've never been one to play by the rules," soothing your heartache by placing a kiss laced with passion, he pulled you closer to fully embrace your form.

[hotxcheeto]

Hi!! Could you do a Ellie x female!reader and reader is Ellie’s best friend and she is with Ellie when she goes with Joel and it’s basically them traveling all the way to Wyoming but the closer they get there the more the reader realizes that she likes Ellie. Sorry if it’s confusing

━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, fluff, slight angst in third flashback, happy ending, ellie being a little jealous

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ily ty for requesting!! so sorry I took so long, but y'know me :)

*Italics = The past

☼ PART TWO ☼

Laying awake at night was normal for the both of you.

Especially as adults. You'd learned to never take the peace for granted.

Another night in the dark with the TV quietly playing, Ellie messing with your shirt hem while her fingertips tickled your hip. Your head resting on her chest while you drifted in and out of sleep.

Her eyes were focused forward on the movie that you'd gotten bored with, your mind melting as you fought with your eyes trying your best to keep them open.

But your mind kept wandering back to someone as you did.

You had known her for so long, and so much had changed.

Many people say that no matter what happens, friendships stay the same. But they don't, yours didn't, yours became more, but sometimes they do stay the same. And a lot of times they become less.

You must of been one of the lucky ones.

Time passes and people change, and you were sure that you and Ellie had. You knew you had, because looking back at those girls you were before weren't the women you were now.

You'd never be those kids again, not exactly. You could still see them within both of yourselves, but it would never be the past, and you guys weren't in the future. It was now, the present, the time in which you got to remember what had happened and think about what could happen.

You liked to think about how you got here, Ellie never really cared to, she liked to laugh at memories once in a while. But you looked passed those. You looked at everything. You remembered most of it.

Oh how simple the time, you thought.

How simple the mission.

Nothing was simple then, you weren't sure you even knew what that word meant as a kid.

"Do you really think there's a cure?"

You asked her quietly, still unsure of Tess and Joel's belief in Ellie's bite. Looking over at your bestfriend, you noticed her staring at the ground. The girl shrugging while looking up at the dark and decrepit buildings that surrounded your group of four.

"There's gotta be, right?" "What if they're lying?" "Then fuck them."

Tess and Joel glanced back at you both, watching your shoulders brush from walking too close. Your eyes were scanning the area for danger while hers admired the nature.

But neither of you strayed far from the other.

"I know you don't trust the fireflies and you know I don't either, but a little optimism won't kill you." You giggled at her song-like way of speaking, shaking your head.

"Everything out here can kill you."

Tess smiled at you both, looking forward as to not get caught listening in on your conversation. But she didn't stop, Joel catching her glancing back every now and again.

"Whoa, look." Ellie then tugged on your arm making you look up at the two nearly collapsed buildings you'd been approaching, but now they were directly above you.

The sight made you a bit queasy, looking at them haphazardly leaning against each other.

"That's so fucking cool." "What if they fell?" Tess snickered, turning to meet Joel's eyes with a smile. "They won't Y/n/n, you walking through here isn't gonna magically make them collapse."

"I have bad luck." You huffed.

"I know, that's why you have me." Playfully, you shoved her shoulder, following the adults into an area that led to the building.

"Are you gonna save me from the falling skyscraper?"

"Yep."

"My knight in shining armor."

You spoke sarcastically, entering the falling framework that made noise when you all began to walk.

"It's unstable, but it won't fall or at least I hope." He mumbled the last part to himself, but you heard it, and it didn't make you feel better.

"Just be careful where you walk." Joel finished off, turning his flashlight on. "I hate this already." You muttered, accidentally bumping into him from stumbling due to your nerves.

"Sorry." "You're fine, just watch where you're going."

Tess then laid a comforting hand on your shoulder, Ellie watching from just behind.

"Try not to overthink the noises, these buildings are old. They like to tell you, just like an old man likes to tell stories." You laughed, watching her walk off like she's done this a thousand times, and in your mind she probably had.

"You okay?" You walked forward, turning to Ellie. "Yeah, just... I really hate this-" The building shifted, desks rolling further down hill then they already had, fear entering your heart while you squeezed Ellie's a arm that you'd grabbed in a panic.

"Oh fuck me- fuck." You let go, taking in a deep breath.

"Sorry." "Don't be, I'm pissing my pants." You let out a strangled noise that resembled amusement.

"No way, you don't look scared, like, at all." "Yeah, no way, this thing starts screaming again I might freak the fuck out."

She wasn't scared, not like she'd made it seem, but watching you let out a breath of relief and a chuckle was enough for her to keep up the charade.

"Here, if it makes you feel better." You looked at her outstretched hand, taking it with almost no hesitance. Butterflies in your stomach but you were sure it was because you were embarrassed, looking into her eyes that showed assurance.

"I'm so lame, Ellie." She snorted. "So am I."

You never noticed her blush because of the darkness, not even now did you know that the entire time you went through that place, Ellie was internally dying.

You still hated tall buildings like that though, that was something you did know and that never changed, something about them gave you a feeling you hated.

Not from the outside, it was the inside that made you worry. But Jackson was basically flat, the tallest buildings outside of the watch towers were maybe three stories, and those were rare.

You smiled to yourself, Ellie's hand having let go of your shirt and moved to fully rest on your hip. Her palms cold compared to your warm skin covered by the comforter and the fabric of your top.

The building on the screen then exploded making you think again, shifting so that you were fully sprawled across her body. Closing your eyes at this point while the flames of the screen turned the room bright orange.

Loud boom after loud boom, it was kind of strange knowing a lot of the noises resembled those of your young life. How they sounded so fake on screen because you knew in actuality if someone was so close to that many bombs they'd be deaf by now.

Or at least close to it.

"Ever wonder how they survive all that?" Ellie muttered, hugging you tight against her body. "Read my mind." You smiled, a hum coming from her mouth.

"Reminds me of Bill." You grinned this time, sitting up and looking at her. "I wonder what he's up to nowadays." "Probably being his same old pissy self." Ellie said in annoyance, ignoring the fact that you'd found her comments funny.

"I wish he would've came with us. As weird as he was." "Yeah, cause the people here would've loved him." You squeezed her cheeks together, kissing her lips.

"I wouldn't complain too much Ells, you kind of remind me of him." Ellie scoffed, staring at you in disbelief. "Tell me you're fucking around." "I dunno, you give me doomsday prepper vibes. In your olden age, I could see you being a paranoid basement dweller."

Ellie grabbed the back of your head, forcing you to lay back down while listening to your laughter. Fighting back a smile on her own face.

"I'll still love you, don't worry." "Yeah, sure." "I'm serious!"

Bill, you remembered Bill. Who wouldn't?

Basement dweller Bill, it's most likely what he was before, you couldn't blame him though. If anyone was right, it was Bill, surprisingly.

The town was pretty incredible, all that work shown off in places most wouldn't see in time. But Joel could, it's like he knew right where he'd find each one.

Leaving was both a relief and a pain.

Hell, all to get a truck battery, but it shortened the trip so you didn't huff and puff too much. You rarely huffed and puffed at all actually, Ellie always surprised at how calm you were when you were pissed off or frustrated.

"Now your "friend" might be missing this tonight." You glanced over, seeing something you still wish you hadn't. Smacking your hands over your eyes.

"Now, Ellie that ain't for kids." "Whoa! That thing is huge! Y/n/n, look! How does he walk around with that thing?" "Get rid of that." Joel reached back but Ellie dodged him, nearly hitting you with the magazine. "Hold your horses, I just wanna see what all the fuss is about."

Ellie looked over at you, cackling at your reaction.

"El, that's so gross. Throw that away." "What? You don't find him sexy?" She shook it at you, making you shake your head. "Absolutely not. Ellie I swear to God, throw that away or we're never gonna be friends again."

"Alright, alright. Oh, why are these pages stuck together?" You gagged, slapping her side as you knew she understood exactly why.

But you had to admit, hearing him try to stutter out a response made you snort. Covering your face while looking at Joel trying to avoid a glance backwards in fear you'd both see his flustered face more than you could hear it in his voice.

"I'm just fucking with you both." She reached over you, making you old your breath in surprise while held the window switch.

"Bye, bye dude." She then yelled, throwing the magazine out the window, the rain sprinkling against your cheeks as the window slowly went back up.

"So, not your type?" Ellie asked, leaning against your shoulder while smiling at you playfully.

Joel was far too invested in his music, ignoring you both and probably thinking his usual grumpy thoughts.

"Definitely not." Ellie stuck her bottom lip out, nodding. "What is your type?" "Not him." Laying her chin on your shoulder, Ellie examined the side of your face, looking at your face that was turned towards the rain covered window.

The trees passed quickly in your irises, eyelids fighting to not close as you wanted to enjoy the car ride as much as humanly possible.

It was your first time inside a vehicle, maybe your last, you didn't want to let it go to waste.

"Do you miss the QZ?" She quietly asked, sitting up and kicking her feet. "Not really. I like it out here. As scary as it gets. It feels free." You turned your head, taking in a deep breath.

"What about you?"

"No, especially school. Fuck that place." "I liked my friends there, Layla was pretty cool."

If the myth that your eyes would get stuck from rolling them too much was real, Ellie's would be completely still for the rest of her life because of that girl.

"No she wasn't, she was annoying." You groaned, rolling your head so that you dramatically fell against her body, feeling her shake from laughing.

"No, you're just dramatic." "She had a crush on you." You felt yourself heat up, looking back towards the glass pane. "She did not, you're just jealous I had a friend that liked talking about my romance novels."

Pouting, the girl grumbled a complaint out.

"I do like to listen." "Ellie, you complain, like, every time." "That doesn't mean I don't like it. I complain cause you like it too much." You shut your eyes, still leaning against her shoulder.

"So you balance me out, is what you're saying." "Well, yeah, someone needs to keep you realistic. Ow!" Ellie moved the arm you pinched, not noticing Joel looking at you both in the rearview mirror.

"What happened to optimism?" You asked, taking your head off her shoulder. "Oh, and by the way... I didn't like Layla either. I just like pissing you off." "Oh fuck off." You moved to lay down, resting your back against the truck door.

"What? You're hilarious when you're jealous." Ellie scoffed, opening and making a few noises in a failed attempt to deny her jealousy.

"No way. Jealous? Please." "You're extremely jealous. Don't worry, you're my best friend in the whole wide world."

You liked her smile, that shy one when you'd compliment her or be sweet to her. Like she didn't know how to react, so she'd grin and try to hide her face. Acting like you didn't notice.

It was your favorite smile of hers.

It still is, and you believed it always will be.

"Babe?" "Hm?" "Remember that small house, in the field outside of the wall, the one with the tall yellow grass." You nodded in the dark room, eyes blurred over while you watched the credits roll.

"The one with the rose bushes that I love. I know." You remembered the house, away from everyone else's just outside the walls and past a small patch of trees. It was a pretty house, it's outside reclaimed by nature and you found it beautiful

"The people living there just moved out, Elton and his wife, he said she wanted to spend the rest of her life inside the walls. Remembering what this place was." You smiled softly, looking at the dark screen, humming.

"Their kids are moved out, they want to be here with them."

"They're good people, they deserve to live out the rest of their lives in a good place."

"He asked me though... he asked me if we'd thought above moving into a real house. Since, y'know, we aren't exactly kids anymore." You moved, looking up at her, the screen flashing back to the movie's title screen and the option to exit or play the disc again.

It lit up her face, and you could see a glimpse of something in her eyes. Something bright, hopeful in your answer.

"What'd you tell him?"

"That I'd ask you."

You breathed out, looking away from her gaze and towards the window. Curtains blowing in the wind, the light breeze caressing your exposed skin.

"I think Joel will be slightly disappointed. He likes us living here. Besides I'm not gonna have a baking partner when you're gone anymore." Ellie shrugged, hand moving to lay on your neck, thumb rubbing small circles on your flesh.

"He can visit. So can we. We're not leaving forever. You can still make cupcakes with him." She smiled when she felt your body shake with silent amusement, looking down at your figure.

"We can tell him tomorrow, when we have dinner." "So that's a yes?" Eyes meeting, you grinned. "Of course it is."

A forever home.

Something neither of you had ever had until Jackson.

Showing up for the first time at the gates was like a fever dream, Joel seeing his brother again. Maria giving you a small tour meaning you got to see the homes. The people.

You'd fallen in love with the place knowing you had to leave.

The cure was still out there, or in maybe better spoken terms, right beside you.

But something about Jackson pulled you in. Like deep down, you knew this would be it, the end of the line. Especially from how Maria spoke about the place, the woman could reel you in.

Like she was doing to Ellie right now, sitting at a table with a fresh meal in front of them. But you weren't hungry, well you were, but for some reason you just couldn't yet. Still unsure the place was even real, or if you were hallucinating.

"Hey." A girl appeared beside you, an empty bowl in her hands that she set with the rest on the counter. "Came to eat with my dad, I swear he works here day and night so y'know, gotta take the time when I can."

You nodded, giving her a friendly glance.

"You eat?" "Not yet. Haven't decided whether or not I'm dreaming." She laughed, crossing her arms. "Sometimes I think I am. I seen the man and girl you came with. He your dad?" You shook your head.

"No, just a friend. So is she." "Really? By the way you two acted I thought you were dating." Your head snapped to look at her, wide eyes and a clear look of surprise on your face.

"Sorry, it was cute, I swear. The way she looks at you, constantly stepping closer, and the fact that she's staring at us right now. I just had to assume, sorry."

"I..." You felt Ellie's stare then, you felt it often but the fact that the girl was right made you want to take a peak. And that peak was correct, Ellie hurriedly looking away the moment you began to move.

"Told you. She totally likes you." "We're friends." You shrugged. "We keep an eye on each other, especially out there." The girl shook her head though, "No way, that look, those eyes? Psh, friends."

"Katie!" The girl turned, quickly huffing. "I gotta go, hopefully we'll see each other again. I'm Katie." "Y/n." "Awesome, see you later!"

The quiet felt overwhelming when she left, leaving you alone with the revelations that you weren't even sure you were believed.

"Who was that?" "Jesus." You jumped, Ellie walking up to you from the table that now sat Maria and a man.

"A girl, Katie, she was nice. Was telling me about... Jackson. The other kids." "Huh, she seemed... nice. Have you ate?" You opened your mouth to answer but Ellie already knew the answer, taking your hand and dragging you towards the kitchen area.

"I like this place." Watching as the bowl filled up with whatever soup they made, your stomach grumbled, scolding you. "Me too." "I bet it'd be cool to live here. Get your own room, bed. Have actual friends that could have sleepovers with you."

"Hey, we have sleepovers all the time." "We live together, in houses with holes in the roof. I'm talking actual fun, and not worrying about dying and huddling up for warmth so you don't lose fingers."

Ellie handed you the bowl, a slight frown on her face while grabbing a spoon.

"Besides, we'd live together here too, right? Just like back at the school. Roommates again, in less terrifying circumstances."

"Yeah, I guess." "Here we go." "What?"

You took the spoon from her, walking over to table while she stomped after you. Setting the bowl on the table.

"Are you seriously mad at me?"

"No Ellie, but you're doing it again."

"Doing what?"

"Being a dick because for once it isn't just me and you."

The guilt of those words hit you like a ton of bricks, instantly feeling awful. But you weren't lying, and you hated that you weren't lying.

You hated making her afraid, afraid you'd find someone else but it wasn't like you could change the way she felt. Change her insecurities, and if you could, you would in a heartbeat.

Ellie was afraid. Afraid of being alone.

"It will always be you, you're my best fucking friend. But there's other people in the world. I just wish you'd give them a chance as much as you gave me one."

"That's not fair. I-"

"Yes it is, Ellie. You've done it before. I'm not leaving so I'm not sure why you always get mad at me when I meet new people."

"It's not about new people it's-"

"What? What is it? I know you're scared, but I'm not like everyone else, I'm still here, you're stuck with me for good."

Ellie fingers looped around your own, feeling you squeeze in response. Silently asking her to answer you, the fire in your eyes dying out into a few low embers.

"It's stupid." She pulled back, gesturing to your food.

"You should eat." "And you should tell me the truth."

"What's wrong?"

The green in her eyes was glossy, avoiding you like the plague, pretending you weren't standing in front of her.

"Well.. tell me when you're ready. I guess."

Ellie was different in that moment, something about that conversation with Katie. You seen her different now that you weren't denying yourself and your feelings. You were denying she felt the same.

It gave you a clearer picture of yourself. A better picture of what was really happening and it made you want to cry.

"M'gonna go eat." You muttered, shuffling past her and taking the bowl. Walking off to sit with Maria, hiding the fact that in that moment something had shifted inside of both of yourselves.

Something changed, for the better or worse.

You didn't know then, but you did know now.

"We can get married." You muttered, trying your hardest to fight off the sleep that trying it's best to claim you. "Adopt four cats." You felt her shoulders shake as she laughed quietly, looking down at your slow blinking eyes staring at the wall.

"I mean I was thinking just one, but okay." You snorted, hiding your face in her warm chest, letting the feeling of exhaustion finally blanket over you. Thick like a comforter, heavy like the weight of the day.

"Two. Compromise." You said, muffled by her clothing. "Deal."

Ellie felt your breathing slow, your body slowly begin to twitch as you slipped into a comforting darkness. Clutching onto her body like she'd disappear.

"Love you, dork."

Silence. You were asleep.

"Yeah, seen that one coming."

But she wouldn't change it for the world.

[crystaldivination]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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⤷ Valentine’s special ⁀➷ ⤶

Hello beautiful souls ♡︎ it’s been a while. I’ve planned to go after my pick a card schedule but since it’s Valentines’ Day 💌💘 I decided to squeeze this in between. For those who have already found their other half I wish you a happy Valentine’s Day. Make romantic and beautiful memories with your lover. As for my single souls who is looking and waiting for love especially on this day, don’t worry because there is someone waiting somewhere out there for you already. When the time is right they’ll show up. For now we can find other way to celebrate love that doesn’t involve romance right? I hope you get to spend time with your loved ones on this day and do something fun. Have a beautiful time for yourselves. You deserve it ❣︎

That to be said, I hope to provide you with some lovely messages from the person of your mind or anyone who is thinking about you with this intuitive pick a card reading. In this reading we will be looking at who is secretly having feelings for you and how they feel about you. Check out the 2nd part of this Valentine’s edition here.

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How to choose a pile? Take a few deep breaths ＆ look at each piles separately. Trust your intuition to pick your pile.

The piles ┊

left ➜ right

Disclaimer ┊this is a general reading which may or may not resonate with you. Take what resonates and leave out anything that doesn’t. Feel free to choose another pile if you'd like.

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏

"Oh tell me if there is anyone like her. No, there is no one like her."

This person might be someone you know or someone near your orbit. They seem to believe there is a connection between you both right before seeing or meeting you. Love at first sight. They feel something unexplainable when it comes to you. They find you captivating and attractive, not to be said, very intelligent. In their eyes you embody the person of both beauty and brain. You actually are. They are very romantic and a dreamer. They’d want you to notice them if you haven’t already. For some I guess this might be a crush who is too shy to approach you and just like to observe you from afar. They like to fantasize about you and how it’d be like if you guys were together. I heard the word "each other’s" so they might be slightly possessive or just want you guys to belong to each other. It doesn’t seem to be toxic. I just feel like they’d want a love that’s like a fairytale. They have a heart of an artist. You could even be their muse. Their source of inspiration. You literally inspire them everyday. I heard something along the line "You are so beautiful and smart that I could write a million unique poems for you". Aww pile 1 they are so sweet. It’s a shame that they’re keeping it to themself. If they could only show it to you just like how they’re willing to tell me this… I’m also getting that you occupy their mind 24/7. Sometimes you could be popping up out of nowhere and they might even see hallucinations of you in front of them. Omg. They’re that in love with you. I’d even say you are one of the rare people that they admire every bit of. They really want to cherish you with all their heart because they believe you deserve every of it. You’re so kind and just a dream person for them. They’re putting you on the pedestal fr. They wouldn’t want to come out of their dream any soon but they do know that it’s not the reality so that’s kinda sad. If they could be yours they’d want to provide and cater you with love and everything you need. Your desires are theirs to fulfill. They’d want the best out of the best for you. They really seem like a giver.

Some hints to know who they are:

Masculine energy, books, glasses, tall and brown haired, casual looks, notebook with a pen, twirl pen, might like to rest on a bench, connected to nature

The song matches the vibe of this connection from their pov ⭒۟ ׁ

Especially this part ⌵

{It's you, it's you, it's all for you}

{Everything I do}

{I tell you all the time}

{Heaven is a place on earth with you}

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐

"They got me thinking about them"

This is a little bit confusing to me because the person I’m getting for this pile seems to be…how could I say…a little bit out of their mind? Maybe they’re quite oblivious in general or they don’t really care about most things. They aren’t the type to chase the high or hang out in groups to be part of something. They prefer to not be influenced by anyone and to be on their own. Not a loner or anything, they just don’t need other people or stimulations to function well or to build confidence. To them those things seem a little "superficial". They know what they enjoy and who they value so they only keep the minimum of what’s important to them and who they want to be surrounded with. Despite that they’re actually quite warm on the inside and do seek sincere connections. They usually appear detached or try to portray a cold demeanor, sometimes out of this un-/disinterest but also to shy away other people from approaching or getting to close to them. This might stem from their past but then YOU came into the picture.

You might be quite the opposite of that person. You’re social, open and friendly. You might make friends easily. For some reason I’m getting that they might be a new person for you. You guys might've met at school/courses or at some sort of work related places. You might even be a transfer student/worker etc. The first moment they saw you they don’t seem to be interested at all like their usual self but you on the contrary are always curious to meet and get to know new people which led you to approach them first. Tbh your first impression of each other wasn’t really great. They might’ve been quite sassy or even "rude" to you but something might’ve happened later on and I’m getting that it was you who showed kindness to them which made them open up to you more. Over times you guys got more comfortable with each other and seem to be quite close. They didn’t seem to even realize their feelings for you at first but they do noticed a feeling being evoked in them by you. Every time you’re near them or with every encounter with you they feel a shift. You might have recalled a feeling that was familiar to them but it seems like it’s a feeling that has been forgotten for so long that they themself might not even remember what it was. Because it feels so easy and natural with you, all they suspect was them being out of their mind or that something is wrong with them. They noticed that their heart beats faster lately whenever they’re around you, they think more often about you and every symptom one gets when being in love. They slowly realize your effect on them. I heard "Is that her…is she the one who’s making me feel this type of way?". Their close friends might’ve pointed it out to them how they have changed. They could be more lively and their behavior are much more out there. Again I heard "They changed me…?" They start to notice and pay attention to their surrounding more but mostly to catch YOU, to be exact to get your attention.

Some hints to know who they are:

Detached, appear cold and un-/disinterested, athletic style, animal lover, likes to watch birds and the sunset, analytical, great at debates, quite funny or humorous, would like to tease you for fun or to get a reaction out of you

The song matches the epiphany and how their feelings develop ⭒۟ ׁ

Especially this part ⌵

{When you're with me}

{Be honest}

{Let's just be honest}

{You got me in my feelings} …

{Never understood what it feels like}

{Like the way that you're turning me 'round}

Ps. For this pile I felt like I should give some background information since it’s a new person so that’s why it’s a little longer than the other two piles.

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑

"Oh heaven please send me to her"

Pile 3, I feel like this person's heart is aching for you. It longs for you but not in a selfish way but more in a protective way. You might have gotten out of a relationship recently or broke up with someone and then heading into a new relationship maybe to ease the pain or to forget about the earlier one, either way there seems to be a third party going on. This person just want to take you in their arm and hold you until you feel okay again. They think they could be so much better than that person who’s hurt or disappointed you. They can treat you better than that. They want you to notice them because you don’t deserve that kind of connections. You should have someone by your side who cares about you, who is there for you and who will always stick with you until the end. Not half hearted or not just for a while. They are tired to see you fall down over and over again searching for the love that you need. They know that all you want and need is someone who can carefully hold your heart and held it dearly without letting it fall when it feels too heavy. That heart will loyally and obediently beat for the one who is willing to mend it. It might take a while but it’s always ready to sacrifice for you. They know all this but they’re angry and frustrated with how you could let yourself feel so worthless just for the sake of love. They just want to run to you and protect you from anyone and any danger that could harm you in anyway. You deserve so much. They are sure of it and if they could they will make sure you get all that. Pile 3, I feel so emotional rn. My heart literally pains a bit. They are really determined to get what they want for you. I’m shaking 😳. Don’t you know who I am talking about? But I feel like they can’t show themself to you rn. There might be hindrance or a distance between you guys which makes it hard for them to get to you. BUT know that they’re watching you, helping you indirectly by sending you positive energy, they really wish for you to be safe and to align with your inner self before anything. They think you’re a little out of balance and drained. Take care of yourself and try to recover first. They want you to know that you should be able to prioritize yourself, do the things you didn’t get to do before. I heard "you can love and be in love with yourself, right?". That’s so thoughtful of them, pile 3. They really care about you and your well-being. And once you’re fully yourself again, they might dare to come closer to you. This seems like a great person, don’t you think pile 3? I don’t get who they are but based on the information I guess it might be someone who is aware of you and knows a lot about you. Could be a one sided crush as well.

Some hints to know who they are:

Muscular body, feels powerless, heart ache, would fight for you, phone, take walks to ease mind, fitness studio, look a little like a "player" but is mindful, might have siblings, quite responsible, a little impulsive but knows how to hold back

The whole song matches their frustration and protectiveness over you ⭒۟ ׁ

Especially this part ⌵

{I know I can treat you better than he can}

{And any girl like you deserves a gentleman}

{Tell me, why are we wasting time}

{On all your wasted crying}

{When you should be with me instead?} …

{I'll stop time for you}

{The second you say you'd like me too}

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[russellsppttemplates]

Dad!driver looking after mom!reader whe she's feeling overwhelmed with the baby.

Driver of your choice.

Tw: postpartum, breastfeeding

"Hey, little one, aren't you fussy today?", Daniel cooed at your daughter as he picked her up from her cot, holding her against his chest. Sophia seemed to be going through a rough patch in her sleep, or maybe you had said 'she's a very good baby, sleeps very well', outloud too many times and the universe ought to test you.

Like clockwork, you were up as soon as you heard her cries, shifting your position against the pillows so you could get her, "I have her", your husband said in a low voice, not wanting to disturb your sleepy state. Because Sophia had been struggling with sleep, you and Daniel hadn't been sleeping much either, the only difference being that he wasn't recovering from giving birth to a baby, so between you two, he was the one dealing better with the sleep deprivation.

"Come here, babygirl, I have just what you want", you stretched your arms, holding her and helping her approach her mouth to your nipple, "there we go, my love, it's all good", you smoothed put her head. Daniel excused himself, saying he was going to the kitchen to get something.

You had finished feeding Sophia and gotten up to burp her when Daniel got back, "I was on the phone with my parents, and grandpa Joe and grandma Grace are more than happy to take over and be with Sophia for the afternoon", he offered as he walked closer to you, "you've been stretching yourself thin, and I figured it would do you, and us, some good to have some help. Besides, mum and dad were excited for some cuddles", he attempted, checking any signs of you not agreeing to the idea, "they really don't mind?", you asked, "they don't", Daniel said as he kissed your forehead, "they'll be here in fifteen minutes".

When Joe and Grace arrived, your mother in-law kissed your cheek sweetly before whispering, "go and rest, darling. Don't listen to the voice in your head saying you're a bad mother because you'd like some hours away from her, it's completely okay. She loves you so much, and she wants you, and needs you, to be happy, too", she smiled, rubbing your shoulder as you and Daniel went upstairs while they stayed in the dowstairs area of the house.

"I was thinking we could go and have a shower, those 'everything showers' people talk about", Daniel suggested as he walked you inside your shared bedroom, "I got that set from the laundry room earlier this morning", he said as he kissed your shoulder as you looked at your favourite lounge wear set laying on top of your bed. It was soft and stretchy, so, really, it was the perfect fit for the time being.

"You really are the best, Danny", you whispered, turning around and kissing his lips, "I always try to make sure you know why you keep me around", he joked, picking you up and taking you to the bathroom.

Like he promised, Daniel turned the shower and walked in with you, helping you wash your body and grabbing the razor from your hands, helping you shave your legs before you did the rest, kissing his tanned skin afterwards as you both lathered shampoo in eachother's hair, "I love you so much, Y/N", he would whisper every time he felt like it, "you're the most gorgeous woman", another kiss was pressed on your skin, "the best mummy for Sophia, and the best partner in life".

"My sister said I should get this body oil and make sure you used it, so I think giving you a massage is the best way to guarantee that", he winked once you got out of the shower and wrapped yourselves up in towells, "just be careful around my chest, please", you said as you lied down, seeing Daniel's beaming smile. You had been slowly learning to love your body after having a baby, and seeing you grow so comfortable and proud of your body made him smile as he felt that in a way his words of encouragement and actions had been fruitful.

The massage was blissful and playful, too, giggles flying around in the room as you grabbed some of the oil and rubbed it on Daniel's skin, "thank you, for this, I wouldn't have admitted it, but I needed this", you mumbled, "Soph is downstairs, if they need anything, they'll call, and besides, they raised kids and grandkids of their own. Soph, even with her sleep all messed up, is still the quietest of the grandchildren", he chuckled.

Once your hair was dry, Daniel laid next to you in the bed as you fell asleep, hoping to sleep properly now that you knew your daughter was fine too.

You wake up from the nap to smell some delicious food, heading downstairs to see the table set up, Joe playing with Sophia on her tummy time and Grace taking a tray out of the oven, "I made roast chicken, that recipe you really like", she smiled sweetly before you walked closer to your daughter, "and for her, we took one of the frozen bags in the freezer", she said as she rubbed your back, "you're doing great, darling, she's such a happy baby", she comforted.

"Daniel is a great man", you began, "I know I keep telling you this, but it's true. You raised a great son, both of you did", you told Grace and Joe once Daniel grabbed Sophia and took her to her nursery to change her nappy and put her pyjamas on her, "you are both a great team, dear", Joe added.

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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

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[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], angst, DADDY KINK, mentions of food, eating, smoking weed, high sex, rough sex, dirty talk, marking (scratching), unprotected sex, squirting, family issues (the plot thickens fr), slut-shaming in a way, lots of drama overall, lmk if i missed anything!] *please note that these are in no particular order

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chapter 12, part 1: when worlds collide

the day was finally here: project presentation day.

you, jeongin, and yeji were nervous as one can be considering that your final grade is riding on this project and presentation.

graduation was so close that you could practically taste it.

"please tell me i'm not the only one who's about to nervously piss like a scared dog," yeji said with a nervous chuckle as she scratched her head. “nope, you’re not the only one,” jeongin responded, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. 

"we're gonna be fine, guys," you reassured them both, "we made a great project.” you squeezed both of their hands to reassure them further.

just then, the lecture hall door opened, the previous group exiting and letting you guys go in to do your presentation.

"good luck, guys," one of the people walking out said with a deep breath, which worried you guys even more.

the three of you walked into the lecture hall and immediately got down to business, not wanting to waste your professor's time in fear that you'd somehow lose points for doing so.

you three exchanged looks and began your final presentation, ready to fake some confidence in order to sell yourselves.

'next up: graduation,' you thought to yourself as you took a breath before beginning your presentation.

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"congratulations, you three. you've gotten the highest grade so far, and you know what that means," your professor smiled as he pushed up his glasses, "you three have passed my class and are eligible to graduate."

yeji couldn't hold back her excitement and practically screamed in the lecture hall, her voice echoing off the walls as jeongin flinched in surprise.

"thank you so much, professor," you smiled with relief, yeji and jeongin chiming in with their own thank you's.

"the pleasure is all mine. now, you all make sure that you go on to do big and bright things after you graduate," your now past professor encouraged with a warm smile.

"time to celebrate!" yeji said with a sly expression as you guys walked out the lecture hall doors for the last time, letting the next group enter after you.

knowing that you were gonna graduate was such a rewarding feeling. you finally felt accomplished for the first time in awhile.

maybe you really do only need yourself.

"oh, yeah!" jeongin said, excitement coating his tone of voice, "i forgot to mention that yeji can also come to the winter ball with us! i asked my parents, and they improvised the seating so that we could all be there together!"

"hell yeah," yeji smirked, "we get to have a fancy celebration after we graduate." you smiled back at the two of them in response to the information.

life was so eventful lately that you let the winter ball slip out of your mind, but you were still more than happy to attend with your two best friends although you basically forgot about it.

graduation and the winter ball? it sounded like a lot to handle, but you felt a rush of excitement regardless.

partying with your two best friends was a great way to escape the jake drama.

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after returning home from your semi-stressful final presentation, you put on your house slippers and flopped down onto your couch, thankful that university was officially over. it felt good to close off that chapter of your life and move on to bigger and better things like your old professor said.

'you know what would make positive thinking feel even more positive?' you thought to yourself mischievously, 'weed.'

you went into your room to dig through the purse you used on the night of the halloween party, eventually finding the leftover blunt that you snuck into your bag while smoking with the others.

"yes!" you whisper-yelled to yourself, eager to get a little high again. you proceeded to dig through a kitchen drawer to find a lighter so you could light the blunt up. thankfully, you found a lighter with just enough fluid to light a quick flame. clicking the lighter with your thumb at a swift pace, you were able to light up your blunt and finally begin smoking.

you took a long hit, letting the familiar feeling of smoke settling into your lungs take over your being before puffing it out. you'd forgotten how calming it was to smoke all by yourself considering that you smoked with a group of people, not to mention jake, the most recent time you did it.

looking over to the side, you gazed into perry's fishbowl for a second, wishing you could let him take a hit of your blunt so he could feel as euphoric as you did in this moment.

your gaze was broken by a sudden and loud knock on your door. annoyed at the fact that someone had interrupted your private time, you groaned dramatically as you stood up off the couch to answer the door.

you opened the door and immediately starting talking, not wanting to linger at the door for a second longer than you already had to.

"i'm a little busy right now, so if you could come back at a better time, that'd be great. now- wait w-what?" you interrupted your own sentence as you looked up at your guest, "jake? w-what are you doing here?-"

"i need you."

you looked at him with a tilted head because literally haven't spoken to him since going home from his party, so what business could he possibly have with you?

"what do you mean?" you raised an eyebrow, kind of growing annoyed to a point where you took another deep inhale of your weed subconsciously.

"you know what i- wait, why are you smoking again?" jake asked once he saw you blow out some smoke.

"i just felt like it," you shrugged, "but anyway, what was it that you needed?" you asked him with a mildly cold tone, which you'd never used on him before.

"i already said i need you," jake said as you let him into your house.

"that meaning?..."

"i need to fuck you," jake admitted with a deep breath, "i haven't felt your touch in days, and it's killing me." jake blurted out.

now that you were thinking about it, you wanted to feel jake just as much as he wanted to feel you.

so you gave in.

“get in here,” you breathed out with lust, putting the blunt down on the counter next to the fishbowl before you pulled him in for a lustful kiss. jake grabbed the blunt from the counter before the two of you, lips still interlocked, moved to the sofa.

he unlatched his lips from yours to take a hit, motioning to you to come closer so that he could shotgun you. jake blew the smoke into your mouth as you let out a quiet moan at the feeling of his lips being back on yours. he took a second to slip his hoodie off before taking another hit.

after the blunt was basically burnt out, jake made a move. his hand found its way into your panties, his fingers toying with your entrance until he eventually swiftly slipped his middle finger inside you.

you held onto his wrist as he skillfully pumped his digit into you, whining whenever he would curve his finger upward. 

“good girl, taking my finger so well,” jake praised as he continuously curved his finger, “aww, already creaming all over my hand, yeah?” you nodded as your arousal ran down his palm, your pussy overstimulated. he removed his finger from inside you and made you lick it clean which further turned him on.

“i can’t wait any longer,” jake admitted breathlessly, “ i have to be inside you.”

at that, you two stumbled into your room and stripped yourselves down with eagerness. 

before you let him put his cock in you, you licked the precum off of his pretty pink tip before laying on your back. the feeling of your tongue made him shiver as he let out a slight whimper, which you found quite cute.

he positioned his tip outside your pussy, this cock throbbing needily as he slid himself inside you, your walls immediately clenching around him. you two moaned in sync as you wrapped your legs around his waist, needing to feel him closer.

"jake! s-so good," you moaned out loud followed by a quiet mewl. the marijuana definitely amped up the pleasure, your parts becoming more and more sensitive with every little movement.

"my good girl," jake groaned against your neck at the feeling of 1. your tight pussy and 2. your nails digging into his back in pure pleasure.

he continued to thrust cleanly into you while you squirmed underneath him, whimpering in pleasure.

"you like when daddy makes you feel good?" jake whispered in your ear, goosebumps forming on his body as your nails dug into his skin again. "mhm," you mumbled out, "w-wanna cum so bad."

jake smirked at your indirect begging, guiding your hand down to your clit and ordering you to rub it as he pistoned his veiny cock in and out of you. jake could feel himself getting close at the same rate as you, but he wanted to make sure that you came first.

he pounded you from below, your face buried in his neck, mewling and whimpering as you felt the heat of pleasure building up in your core. you were feeling a new type of sensation that you couldn't comprehend as you bit your lip and moaned out for jake.

he left marks underneath your boobs as you continued to whine out for his cock.

just then, a sudden force pushed on his cock, prompting him to pull out. he smirked when he realized that you just squirted on his cock, well, it wasn’t enough to wet the bed, (just part of his lower abdomen) but it was a squirt nonetheless. jake cooed at the way you clung onto him because of how overstimulated you were from squirting for the first time, and you came to the conclusion that the weed was a huge part of the reason you were able to do it.

“aww, baby,” jake cooed, kissing your face, “was that your first time?” he asked as he stroked your hair. you nodded your head then proceeded to hide your shy face in his collarbone. “you think you can give me another one?” jake asked with a gentle yet amorous tone, still gently stroking your hair. “maybe,” you mewled quietly. “let’s try,” jake proposed, “okay, baby?” 

and you obviously fell for that, letting him fuck you relentlessly again.

he pulled you into another position, wanting to see you from all angles as he fucked you until you couldn't remember your name.

you took jake from behind, your palms grasping onto your blanket as jake spanked your pretty ass.

it didn’t take long for you to end up orgasming again, leading jake to his climax from the feeling of your arousal soaking his member. you let him cream you as the two of you held each other to calm down from the overstimulation. 

"daddy," you panted out, "more."

jake looked at you with a raised eyebrow, unsure if he heard you right or if he was just hearing things because of smoking.

"more?" he asked to confirm to which you nodded.

"well, whatever princess wants, princess gets," he smirked against your neck before pressing wet kisses down to your collarbone, wanting to surprise you once his tip slipped into you without warning.

you yelped slightly but that quickly turned into a lustful moan at the feeling of him stretching you out. jake began to thrust in and out of you again as he adored the way your body looked underneath him.

you ran your hands down his toned abs while he fucked you, goosebumps forming all over his body at the sensation of your gentle touch.

it truly didn't take long for the two of you to become undone once again. after all, this was technically round two and you were already previously overstimulated; this just made it more extreme.

“my good girl,” jake whispered before reaching over onto your nightstand to grab tissues and wet napkins, which you started to keep next to you for situations like this, to clean you and himself, "you did so good for daddy."

once he finished cleaning the two of you off, he immediately pulled you close until you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. 

you were slowly, at the literal pace of a snail, starting to believe jake when he said that he chose you.

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an empty bed.

you sighed. 

once you woke up after from your little nap, he was nowhere to be seen, which was odd considering that he typically got pouty when the two of you had to get up after waking up from a post-sex nap. 

at least he left his hoodie folded neatly next to you so that you weren't completely devoid of his presence.

you fell into the little trap that he crafted, reaching over to grab his hoodie, curious if his scent still lingered on it. with a quick sniff, you confirmed that the smell of his cologne was still settled in the soft fabric of the hoodie.

he knew what he was doing.

you then lifted your head from your pillow to see a hefty amount of cash and a folded piece of paper, with something written on it in pink pen, on your side table that read:

for being such a good toy for me ♡. buy yourself something pretty, my princess ♡.

-jake ❤︎

'even his handwriting is pretty,' you sighed to yourself.

for some odd reason, you were unsure of how to feel. on one hand, you felt like you were jake's entire world, but on the other hand, you felt as if you were just a random girl who he was using for a bit of fun. thoughts of him using you as a worthless pawn always occupied your brain, and it was truly becoming a fear of yours. but why did it even matter?

at least you had some money to accompany your thoughts, right? and it looked like more than enough to get a fancy dress for the winter ball.

realizing that, you decided to get ready to go dress shopping alone, which is something you'd never done before.

fuck it. you don't need jake to hold your hand through everything.

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it felt like a lifetime since you last went to a formal ball like this, but it also felt as if it was yesterday when you went to the previous one with jeongin. the only difference between this ball and the last one is that yeji would also be tagging along, which will definitely make things more interesting.

this time around, you were gonna walk in with a clear head and ready to have a good night.

after hours of dress shopping a few nights before, you opted for a loser-fitting dress instead of a tight-fitting one like you'd usually wear because you've been feeling a bit bloated lately (maybe from stress again) and would rather not be reminded of that while you're trying to live your life.

you were putting together the final touches of makeup that you needed when you heard your phone vibrate.

once...

twice...

you decided to ignore it until you were fully finished with your makeup because you figured it wasn't important considering that the only thing you had going on today was the winter ball.

after taking one last look at your makeup to confirm that you were finished, you decided to pick up your phone and check why it was vibrating earlier.

you unlocked your phone to see something completely unexpected.

you practically froze with shock.

why now?

why today?

it's like she knew that you had something special going on today and wanted to fully ruin it. 'she' being your bitch of a mother.

though it took every ounce of your being to not start sobbing and sending her a worse reply to her already horrid texts, you weren't going to give her the satisfaction of ruining your night whether she was there to witness your downfall or not.

without replying, you shoved your phone into your bag while you waited for a knock at your door.

you wanted to cry so, so, so badly, but you had to stay strong.

good thing the sound of your friends knocking at your door was able to make you feel a little better knowing that you weren't gonna be alone tonight.

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the winter ball was at the same location as the previous ball but had a completely different atmosphere.

a huge christmas tree in the middle of the entrance, extravagant decorations all over the room, basically what you'd expect from rich people on christmas.

the place was practically screaming the holiday spirit.

you'd forgot about all the photographers that would be swarming the venue since it was a high-profile event. there were paparazzis snapping candid photos of you, yeji, and jeongin walking into the main ballroom to get yourselves seated at your respective table. once the three of you were seated, the paparazzi focused on the next group of people entering.

once mostly everyone was seated, jeongin's family included, the night's emcee began giving introductions and the whole 'thanks for the great year' speech of many to come. you were quite zoned out for most of that part.

then came the meal portion of the night, and good god the food was some of the best food you've ever tasted. you didn't and never have had a high standard in regards to food, but all you knew was this food tasted unreal. but then again, maybe you were just hungry?

you looked over at yeji who seemed to slow down though she still had some food on her plate, and you just couldn't help but ask:

"...are you gonna eat that?"

you could totally tell that yeji was trying her best not to erupt with laughter at the way you asked your question. she found it out of the ordinary, but still, she (tried) to discreetly switch plates with you, shifting her eyes side to side to see if anyone was looking at you two weird.

"i saw that," jeongin clowned you two as you both snapped your head to the side to look in his direction, "but i don't blame you, the food is really good." he sweetly moved some of his food from his plate onto yours, making you smile though your mouth was stuffed with food.

the rest of the dinner portion of the ball was a blur since you were busy shoving food down your throat as people talked all around you.

well in all honesty, everything that had to do with the formal award part of the ball was a blur until jeongin's family business was awarded something which snapped you out of your slight daze.

you and yeji clapped for his family when they went up to receive the award and even snapped pictures of a smiley jeongin holding onto the shiny award that would soon be on display in their main building. other than jeongin's family receiving their award, you didn't pay any attention to the rest of the ceremony but before you knew it, it was time for the party half of the ball; the part everyone had been impatiently waiting for.

waiters and waitresses began wandering around the ballroom holding fancy silver trays filled with even fancier cocktails. you weren't in an alcohol mood, so you opted for a non-alcoholic beverage instead before being dragged to the dance floor by your two best friends.

you smiled and tried not to laugh to hard while you all tried to have a three-way slow dance. thankfully, the dj switched to a more party-like so you guys didn't have to try to goofily slow dance.

somehow in the midst of dancing on the overly huge dance floor, yeji and jeongin ended up with glasses of alcohol in their hands as you all danced together.

"sip?" yeji asked, tipping the glass toward you to offer you a drink to which you declined, not wanting to feel the after affects of the alcohol the next day. especially because your graduation ceremony was taking place tomorrow, which those two probably forgot considering that they began drinking.

you soon. decided to go sit back down at the table with yeji while jeongin mingled with his other friends and family. yeji looked like she needed a break from dancing anyway so she followed behind you, placing her now empty glass on a waiter's empty tray before getting seated.

you two sat down just in time because the dj began playing another cheesy slow song that you'd rather not dance to.

"i'm glad we're all here together," you let out a content sigh, "i always smile so much when i'm with you guys." yeji blew a raspberry at you jokingly. "you didn't even have any alcohol, and you're being cheesy," she teased you as she nudged you by your forearm. you swatted at her playfully as you two laughed, having a genuinely fun time together.

but your joyous time would end once you let your eyes drift to the dance floor while yeji checked her phone.

it was him. unmistakably him. and it was her. unmistakably her.

you blinked your eyes a couple of times to confirm that what you were seeing wasn't a figment of your imagination, but alas, it was real.

painfully real.

this time, you let your head turn to the side to get a better look for further confirmation. just in case.

you wished you didn't do that.

you watched as jake slow-danced with the evil bitch who'd been harassing you at work ever since you met him. she had such a big smile on her face, and he was smiling back at her. it made you wonder if it was her who was making him happy this whole time and not you. in the back of your mind, you knew you weren't the only one, but actually seeing it tore your heart out of your chest.

you also wondered if he knew about what she did to you. and if he did know, was he just okay with it?

it was painful to look at, but you couldn't look away for some reason.

and as if he felt your presence, he happened to glance over to you, the two of you locking eyes for a second before you turned away because you felt your eyes becoming glossy with tears.

you gathered your purse that was hung on your chair and stood up, needing to leave as soon as possible before something went down.

"hey, what's up? where are you going?" yeji asked with an alarmed tone.

"i have to go," you responded, trying your best to sound as casual as possible, "a-after all, tomorrow's graduation and i should probably get some rest, right? you know how i get when i'm tired." you joked lightly to steer her away from thinking something is wrong.

"a-are you sure? do you have a way to get home? innie and i have been drinking, so-"

"yeah, it's all good," you forced a smile, "i'll get home safely i promise." you held out your pinky finger for her to which she held hers out too, the two of you pinky-promising before you gave her a hug. "just tell innie that i decided to head home," you requested, "i don't want to interrupt his... boy time." you chuckled as you shifted your eyes to him drunkenly slow-dancing with one of his friends. yeji chuckled back and gave you one last squeeze before you sped out of the venue.

did you actually have a ride home? no. but you were gonna get there the old fashion way.

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you tried to be casual and avoid the stares you were getting on the underground train. you couldn't blame them, though.

you were in a full gown riding the underground train with mildly smeared eye makeup from tearing up, so no wonder they were staring. you were just trying to get home.

"y/n?" you heard someone ask, snapping you out of your dreary thoughts. you looked over to see a familiar face.

choi yeonjun.

you were slightly taken aback, but responded.

"oh, hi," you chuckled with a bit of embarrassment, "i didn't expect to run into you here at this hour." he smiled back at your shy face.

"you're dressed all fancy," yeonjun complimented you as he looked you up and down, "where are you coming from?"

"just this fancy ball," you replied, "but i wanted to leave so here i am." you chuckled nervously again.

"well..." yeonjun trailed off, "if you're down we can head to my place." his tone turned flirtatious.

you didn't think much before just impulsively replying.

"i'd love to."

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a/n: hi gang, this chapter is super late but i hope you still enjoy reading it :) lots of plot twists this time

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[kurtie4life96]

Your writing makes me feel things oh my

Could you do a Robin smut with promts 1, 2, 28, and 30? Ik it probably sounds like a lot so I'd get it if u don't want to. But I thought it'd all fit together like Robin's jealous reader's flirting with someone else and reader's excuse is that she and Robin are "just friends" so Robin has to set her straight

Anyways I also wanted to say that I am so jealous of your writing skills and I (embarrassingly) look up to you(r writing?)

Baby I love you for this and your compliments mean the absolute world to me. Like I love you so much let's get married immediately.

No Robin smut for me is too much.

No Sharing // R.B. x Reader

Summary: Robin has to set the record straight with her "best friend".

CW: MDNI 18+, delicious beautiful smut, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, dom!robin, sub!reader

Another hot, dusky summer night, another house party at Steve Harrington's house.

Everyone was there, of course, including Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve himself, just about everyone that went to Hawkins High School. Including your most cherished best friend, Robin Buckley.

The two of you stood in the kitchen, people watching, laughing at everyone's antics, like Tammy Thompson being too drunk to even stand, and Steve slipping on some spilled liquor, falling straight on his ass.

It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to be alone in the corner, giggling and gossiping with each other, huddled close together as the two of you normally would, being the introverts you are.

Robin had been your best friend since 6th grade, when your mom forced you to go to her birthday party, March 10th, despite your attempts at begging not to go. You didn't get along well with other kids, as some weren't fond of your "awkward" personality, so you always opted to stay home.

Your mom forcing you to go to her birthday sleepover was the best thing that could've happened to you. You'd gotten along with her so quickly, having so much in common, like being labeled "weird" or "different". You had the same music taste, the same sense of humor, and hated the same people.

Over the years, the friendship blossomed, hanging out after school, passing notes to each other in class, sharing clothes, having sleepovers, Robin always falling asleep during the middle of movie night, and snuggling together in bed. You'd even practiced kissing each other, for when the two of you would eventually get a boyfriend.

But as time passed, neither of you had ever gotten interested in boys, because they were "boring", and spent most of your time with each other instead, which the two of you were happy to do. It was a beautiful friendship, sent from the universe itself, and you were absolutely inseparable.

As you and Robin were continuing to laugh and goof around, she spilled her drink from her red solo cup onto the front of her shirt, drenching her.

"Oh shit, Robin, let me find a towel-"

"Nah, it's cool. I'll go find one myself." She insisted.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, definitely. I'm gonna go find one, be right back." She saluted you.

"Okay." You giggled as she began to navigate through the sea of intoxicated young adults.

"Hey there." A familiar voice greeted you.

You looked over to see Eddie Munson himself, drunk, hovering above you.

"Hey Eddie! What's up?"

"Not much," he gestured towards Robin, "where's she going?"

"Oh, she spilled her drink on her shirt, went to clean herself up is all."

"Ah, okay, gotcha. So, how you been doin' lately?"

Eddie and yourself chatted amongst yourselves in the kitchen for a few minutes. You couldn't help but find his drunken, goofy self charming.

And Robin couldn't help but notice.

She came back to see you talking with him. You were laughing too much, shoving him playfully too much, twirling your hair with your fingers too much for her liking.

And she couldn't help but overhear you say:

"Robin? Yeah, I know we're really close, just best friends, ya know?"

She'd heard enough.

She put on a smile and strutted over, linking her elbow with yours.

"Oh, hey Robin!" You exclaimed, smiling at her, "did you find a towel?"

"Yeah, I did," she nodded, her eyes fixated on Eddie, "so, what're you guys doing?"

"Oh, we were just talking, catching up, ya know-"

She cut Eddie off, "Yeah, that's cool. Hey, can we have our own talk over there?" She glanced at you, pointing to the stairs.

"Oh, um, yeah..." you said, confusion on your face. "Sorry Eddie, I'll see you later-"

"Yeah, she'll see you later." She interrupted you, a condescending tone to her voice as she grabbed your arm, walking you towards the staircase.

"Robin, what the hell was that? That was so fucking rude-"

"Shut up and keep walking."

You hesitantly followed her up the stairs to an empty room, the only furniture in it a dresser and a freshly made bed, feeling annoyed as she shut the door behind you, locking it.

"What's gotten into you?" You questioned her, frustrated, "You been drinking or something?"

"Oh, stop it, you know that neither of us actually drink at these things." She took a few steps forward to you, her hands behind her back.

"Well," you stammered, "what the fuck is your problem? You were mean to him for no reason-"

"You wanna know what the fuck my problem is?" She raised her voice, "My problem is you going around telling people that we're 'just friends', flirting around with people I know you don't care about."

You shot her a confused look.

"Okay... well, what's wrong with that?"

"Oh my god," Robin threw her arms up in the air in frustration, slapping them on her sides, "Cut the shit, babe. You know what's wrong with that.

"Robin, I really don't understand-"

She stepped closer to you, very much so irritated with you.

"Come on, now. Don't act so ignorant," she began one of her infamous rants, "we've never had boyfriends, never even kissed one, for fucks sake, we've only kissed each other. We have sleepovers where we cuddle, sometimes even half naked, we wear each other's clothes, we only spend time with each other, no one else! Don't act so fucking stupid, because I know you're not blind to this, to this situation, to us!"

There was a moment of silence, a moment where the air, the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Your face went hot, as you just stared at her with glossy eyes, feeling timid.

She took note of your body language, and took another step forward, until her face was only inches from yours.

"We're not just friends, and you fucking know it." Her voice dropped an octave, lustful eyes glancing to yours, and to your lips.

"Robin," you breathed, "I'm sorry-"

She grabbed your face with her hands, crashing her lips onto yours, pulling you in for a hard, passionate kiss.

When you didn't reciprocate, she pulled back.

"I'm sorry," she started, "I shouldn't have-"

You grabbed her head, yanking her forward and smashed your lips onto hers, giving her the same hard, passionate kiss she'd given you moments before, not wanting to let go, wanting to draw it out as long as possible.

You broke the kiss, looking at her through half lidded eyes, relishing in her presence.

"Robin," you whined, fisting the fabric of her shirt desperately, "Robin, please."

She gazed at you for a moment, savouring your touch, your presence, and crashed her lips against yours again, snaking her hand down your back as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

Her lips were so soft, tasting of vanilla chapstick, as she kissed you over and over again, only breaking them to take a shallow breath in between.

The both of you panted as you continued to embrace each other fiercely, feeling fire spread across your skin as she suddenly gripped your hips tightly, thrusting them against yours.

You lightly gasped, Robin taking the opportunity to skim her tongue along your bottom lip, beginning to pull you in for a deeper kiss, your tongues gliding against each others feverishly. You raked your fingers through her hair hastily as she she kept a hold on your hips.

She pushed a leg in between yours, biting your bottom lip softly, then taking it into her mouth, sucking on it, and letting it go with a pop.

You softly moaned, begging for more as you held her close to you. She smiled.

"You say we're just friends, but you can't keep your hands off me."

You bit your lip, looking down at her chest and looking even lower, rubbing your thighs against hers for some kind of friction.

She smirked and frantically grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your head, then began unbuttoning your pants, you eagerly slipping out of them. She gazed at your body in adoration, before quickly taking off her own clothes, the both of you standing before each other in your bra and panties.

She leaned forward, bringing her lips to your ear, sliding a finger down the side of your underwear, and snapping it against your skin.

"I always liked these," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

She kissed you harshly again as she slipped her hands behind your back, unclasping your bra and sliding it off your body.

Robin made her way down from your lips to your neck and chest, gently biting and sucking, leaving light bruises scattered across your exposed skin.

"Robin," you softly moaned.

"Sh," she hushed you, "You're mine, and I don't share."

She continued her assault on your chest, cupping your breasts as she swirled her tongue around your nipples, sucking and kissing them, before grabbing the soft flesh of your ass and lifting you up, tossing you onto the bed.

She unhooked her own bra as she sat before you, throwing it somewhere in the room. You reached for her, wanting to touch her soft skin, but she pushed you back down, grabbing the waistline of your panties and pulling them down your legs.

You squished your thighs together in embarassment, but she grabbed your knees, spreading your legs apart to get a good look.

"You're beautiful, babe. I'll show you."

You huffed, quivering under Robin's touch as she teasingly brushed her fingers along the skin of your inner thighs, lightly scratching you with her nails as she descended her hands down towards your heat.

She lightly stroked your folds, collecting your slick on her fingers, making you whimper.

"Fuck," she groaned, "you're so fucking wet."

She brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly licked them, keeping eye contact with you as she relished in your taste, you gazing at her with half lidded eyes and inhaling a sharp breath.

She bit at the side of your knee, mumbling expletives as she tried to compose herself, prevent herself from completely devouring you.

"Robin," you panted, "please... I need you."

She gave a teasing smirk at your words, breathing heavily, and placed a finger on your dripping entrance, gently sliding it into you.

You gasped, arching into her touch as she began pushing it in and out of you at an achingly slow pace, then without warning, inserted a second digit, curling them into your sweet spot, making you bite back a moan as your walls clenched around her.

She paused, smiling at at your reaction.

"Right there, huh? That was easy." She said in a low voice.

She continued pumping her fingers in and out of you at a faster, steady rhythm, making sure to hit your spongy spot everytime. You began feeling fire in your abdomen, goosebumps spreading across your skin, panting, moaning her name shamelessly.

She crawled over you, her other arm holding herself up on the pillow next to you, continuing to fuck into you, and began circling your clit with her thumb.

"Oh fuck, Robin," you mumbled, her catching your mouth quickly, your kisses sloppy and deep between heavy pants. She nipped at your bottom lip and sucked on it, your lips surely swollen and bruised now as you felt the coiling tension in your stomach get tighter.

"Could he make you feel as good as I do?" She asked between pants.

You shook your head, shivering under her.

"Answer me." She demanded, squeezing your cheeks together.

"No, never, fuck Robin, I'm gonna-"

She quickly removed her fingers from you before your orgasm could peak, sitting up.

You groaned at the loss, rubbing your thighs together for some friction.

"Why did you-"

"As much as I wanna watch you fall apart underneath me right now," she teased in her raspy voice, "this isn't how I want you to cum."

She leaned over, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and grasped your hips tightly, making you yelp, as she yanked the apex of your thighs towards her face.

She licked a thick stripe up your dripping heat, making you push your hips to her face even further.

She began to lap you up rapidly, swirling her tongue along your folds as the coil in your stomach quickly returned. You moaned a mixture of her name and expletives, watching your best friend devour you senseless.

She inserted her tongue into your entrance, making you roll your hips and cry out in pleasure, reaching out to grab a fistful of her hair as she licked inside of you.

Robin then skimmed up your heat, licking a flat tongue over your clit, swirling around it with a fast and hard pace, then taking your swollen bud into her mouth, sucking and smacking her mouth on it ruthlessly, drowning you in absolute ecstacy. You gasped and gripped her hair tighter, making her moan against your heat. The vibration alone sent you over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Robin, I'm gonna cum-"

Your back arched as shockwaves gripped your body, pulsing against her mouth as you fell apart, her continuing to lap up your mess through your high until it came to a halt.

She let go of your hips, panting, her mouth wet with your slick as she dropped your lower half back onto the bed.

Robin leaned over you and kissed you feverishly, her face flushed, and you pulled her in deeper, tasting yourself on her tongue.

She plopped her back onto the bed, laying beside you, catching her breath as you both stared at the ceiling, your fingers interwining with hers as you held hands until both of you could steady yourselves.

"Robin," you started, "that was amazing-"

"I know," she smiled, "I know it was."

You looked over to her, chuckling a bit.

"You're feeling pretty proud of yourself right now, aren't you?"

She nodded excitedly, "Yep. I am."

She turned over to you and gazed at your fucked out face, smoothing your hair.

"Now everyone will know, I'm not your best friend."

You grinned. "Yeah, you're right," you gently kissed her swollen lips, "but everyone will know I'm not your best friend, either."

Robin looked at you questioningly.

A devilish smile came across your face.

"It's your turn."

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

#7, fluff!!!!

FRIEND, YOU'RE THE FIRST ONE! Thank you for playing 💕 Happy Monday! I hope you like it:)

You and Harry were on cloud 9. You had just married your best friend and favorite person in the world. Well, more like eloped in Italy with about 20 of your closest friends and family. They had all taken off and you two had officially started your honey moon. The day was warm as you stood out on the veranda, taking in some sunshine as you waited for your coffee to finish brewing. You weren't surprised when you felt Harry come up behind you and hug you tight.

"Morning, Mrs. Styles." his deep and raspy morning voice made your skin rise with goosebumps.

"Morning, Mr. Styles." you responded with a smile as he kissed the side of your head, "Do you feel any different after leveling up?" you asked him and he immediately started to chuckle.

"Leveling up, you said?" he asked and you giggled and nodded, "I really like that...very clever." he hummed and you turned around in his hold to face him with a smile. His smile grew as you were now face to face, just slightly leaning back so that you could fully look at him as he kept you upright.

"Thank you! I've been hanging on to that for at least 3 months!" you admitted and he laughed a bit more as you joined him.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

"You tell me every day." you smiled and he leaned down to kiss your lips gently. "H?"

"Yes, my love?" he asked you.

"I know we like, want to keep things super on the DL, but I really want to post something cute. I really love that close up Lloyd took of us right before we did the reveal. I want to post it so bad." you slightly pouted at him.

"You can. You should! " he encouraged you with a grin and you smiled.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Positive! I'll do it too." he said and you searched his eyes.

"You don't have to." you assured him.

You knew how he was about posting private things online. You didn't want to make him feel like he had to do that just because you wanted to commemorate your wedding on your own page. You just really loved that picture and you had never, ever posted anything with him actually in it during your entire 4 years together. When he'd tour and you were at a show you'd post a video of him performing on your story or something like that, but you only posted him when he was working. Yeah, there were things on there that were about him or had his things in it or times when he might've even been right there with you, but his face wasn't on your page in any capacity and you weren't on his either. You didn't even have anything on there from when you got engaged. But this picture was perfect because it was just your mouths as you kissed his cheek right before he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time. It was such a special and tender moment that really meant a lot to you. It still kept details like your wedding dress and his own suit all for yourselves and your guests, but it was a little peek into that moment.

"Baby, you're the love of my life. My wife! I want people to know that I'm your husband or at least speculate about it. This is the best decision I ever made and our wedding was the happiest day of my life. I want to commemorate it too." he assured you and you smiled.

"I love you. You're the best, you know that?"

"So I've been told." he hummed haughtily and you grinned, "But ummm, I need to tell you something important." he said with a playful gleam in his eyes.

"OK, what is it?"

"Well it's two things... first off, I love you most. And second, if we go public that means you can't escape my love... like ever." he said with a bright smile.

"Lucky for you I agreed to that yesterday." you hummed and he chuckled as he leaned in to kiss you. Your lips met slowly but with fervor, the kiss was romantic and made you feel like it was just you two in the world. Well, it kind of was for the next 3 weeks of your honeymoon.

It was later in the day when you got around to posting the picture. Naturally, your phone was blowing up, but when you checked it again you smiled as you saw Harry's comment and how people were freaking out. He didn't even bother being cryptic...but that's why you loved him, he always wanted you to know that you were important to him.

"How's that for letting people know I'm your husband?" you heard from behind you as you smiled down at your phone and you turned around as he grinned at you.

"It's perfect." you smiled.

"Good. I love you, baby." he hummed as you hugged him tight.

"I love you." you whispered happily.

[sofiiel]

Cryptid!Eddie x Reader | PART FIVE

⇠Part 1 | Part 4 | Next⇢

Warnings: A little bit of lite angst. Fluff. Shenanigans.

Down in the shop, you opened the door to greet Lucas, who stood nervously before a small group.

"Wait, Robin?" You questioned.

She shrugged and tried to smile.

"You know we're not open today, you didn't have to come in." You said.

She cleared her throat, "Um I'm here with them, actually, so...um." she stammered.

Your mouth opened to reply, but only a breath of air followed after. Instead, you stepped to the side.

"Of course, um you know take the lift just there, He's in the studio waiting. Hope no one's allergic to cats." You spoke, closing the door behind them.

You couldn't fight the feeling out of place. "Make yourselves at home there are, refreshments and-"

"____? What happened to your shoulder?" asked Lucas.

"What?" you questioned in surprise.

You followed his pointed finger and found your wrappings were peeking through your collar. Your hand rested on your shoulder as you frowned slightly.

"I am sure it will be a topic on the table today. Please just go upstairs. I think he'll be happy to see some friendly faces. He's a little nervous." you tried your best to divert the topic.

"Let's not start this on a sour note. Or freak them out, they're all a little spooked as it is." you thought, looking the odd group over.

"Did Eddie..." Robin's question faded as you offered a strained smile.

"Please just head up. It's perfectly safe. I'm just going to make a few drinks in the kitchen. It's cold this morning." You said to her.

"Everyone ok with Cocoa? Cider, Tea and Coffee is also on the table." you offered.

"I'll take a cider if that's fine." spoke a man with feathery hair.

"Whoa, wait, we're putting in orders like we're here for breakfast now?" Asked the tall brunette. A light scowl on his face.

Robin wacked his arm quickly with the back of her hand, "Shut up, ____ offered, it would be rude not to." she said in a hushed hiss.

"Coffee for me please, black and no sugar." said the man next to him, sporting a Mayhem Tee.

"Alright, I'll be up soon." you answered, stepping away from the lift and heading for the Kitchen.

"Six is a lot of people, and Lucas said some were out of town? No wonder he was upset to know Eddie didn't reach out to anyone." you mind fussed while making the orders.

Up the lifted, you entered your studio with drink carries atop of a wooden tray. Being careful to enter quietly, as you'd been more than a few minutes and were sure Eddie and his friends would be deep into explanations.

Opening the door, you slipped inside, pushing it back closed with your foot.

Looking up, you were met with a stiff scene.

Eddie stood near your divider, stone still as he held his tail in his hands, wringing it. His gaze was cast away from the stunned group of friends.

No one had seated themselves, and the snacks were left untouched. The room left so silent you could hear the agitated swishing of Toad's tail.

"That's not ideal." you thought, letting your eyes drift between them.

Clearing your throat, you walked between them and set the tray next to the snacks on the coffee table.

"Sorry if I interrupted anything." you said.

"We haven't exactly gotten started." Eddie murmured.

"Dude, you're - you've got-" The brunette fumbled his words, gesturing towards Eddie with his hands. "Lots of new things and you're humongous!" his voice pitched.

"Steve!" Robin scolded.

"He is kind of humongous...." Lucas admitted trying to hold in a smile.

"DUDE!" the man sporting a hellfire shirt cheered, rushing towards Eddie with a grin. The Cider man and Mayhem man followed after him. All three mobbing Eddie into a fearless hug.

"What the fuck, man!"

"Where have you been?"

"What witch did you piss off?"

The trio mobbed him with various questions and Eddie was left baffled, mouth opening and closing like a fish. He looked over his three playful attackers and continued to fail at forming words.

Then, like a fountain overflowing, laughter boiled up from his chest and he returned their hug. Enfolding them in his wings.

You exhaled in relief, "that's better." you thought.

Picking up a platter of cookies, you held it out to those left, and each took one.

The mood eased into something more comfortable as everyone listened to the excited exchange happening on the floor of your living room.

After a long round of introductions, and welcome homes, the real conversation began. Perching yourself further away from the group, you listened in.

"So you don't remember anything? Not how you got back here, or what caused this change?" Lucas asked.

"No, not in the slightest. I barely remember speaking with Dustin before everything went dark. I um...." Eddie began to fidget, taking a glance over his shoulder to where you sat.

Arching a brow, you gestured for him to continue. This was quickly becoming a theme anytime he began to speak of his current experiences. Looking for a nudge to go on.

"I woke up, and I was," Eddie exhaled his face twisting, "I was st-standing over some homeless guy, and He was... I had," he tried explaining with his hands, but the group still appeared lost.

"Smashed him?" Jeff guessed.

"Tickled the guy?" questioned Grant.

Steve's head snapped to grant direction, "tickled?" he asked.

Grant shrugged, "would be disturbing, wouldn't it?"

Eddie's words flowed slowly, "No, I ate the guy."

The room fell silent.

Eddie shook his head, "I probably was planning on eating ____ last night when they found me. If it hadn't been for them and the other monster. I don't know... If I'm tired, the need to feed is weaker." he explained.

Casting his eyes up to his friends, his gaze pled with them. "It why I didn't reach out to anyone. I didn't want to put any of you at risk. Not when things were seeming to be back to normal." said Eddie.

"Normal?" Gareth questioned, the word tumbling out sharp and hoarse.

"Dude, there's no normal without you." said Jeff, as the three band members glanced at each other in agreement.

Eddie bit his lip and attempted to fight off the water in his eyes through a smile.

"How'd you end up...you know, here? With the Hellgate Madman's kid?" Steve asked.

"Steve!" Robin scolded, "I swear, if you get me fired-"

"You won't be fired, Robin. I'm used to it." you sighed, "It was all over the news."

"That's you?" Jeff asked.

You simply nodded your head and munched on a cookie.

Eddie's expression was dry as he muttered, "Can we not with that nickname? Please?"

Steve and Robin glanced at each other with brows raised.

"Anyway, I was following Wayne. I'd been tailing him in the evenings before he headed off to work ever since he recovered." Eddie said. He crossed his arms and grimaced, "He should have retired by now."

"The old guy, spent most of his retirement fun on private detectives...to look for you. Lawyers to get you pardoned once everything was over." Grant stated carefully.

Though, his gentle delivery didn't stop the distress on Eddie's face.

"Shit." Eddie whispered, his claws digging into his arms.

You picked up a cheese square from your paper plate and tossed it. Eddie jumped slightly when it bounced off the back of his head and released his claws from his skin.

"Wayne came here to pick up lunch on the way to his shift, I felt the urge to feed, and I was desperate to stop it, so I hoped in the dumpster and well...got found." Eddie confessed.

All eye fell on you. You sat up straighter under the pressure of the many stares.

"You just let him in?" Lucas asked.

"Look like, well-" Robin started.

"Yeah, I thought ____ was nuts too." Eddie murmured.

"I thought he was a dog, I didn't see him at first. Then he spoke to me, and I thought it was some homeless man. I offered him something warm and - It wasn't until after that I saw him." You explained.

The memory of the night vividly repeating in your head. The look in his eyes. Hopeful and frightened beyond belief.

"Evil things don't look that scared." you spoke quietly.

"And I know better than anyone that the outside doesn't always match the soul within." you turned your gaze away from the group and looked at Eddie.

"You had the same hopeful fear my brother used to carry with him everywhere."

You turned to the group, "so I let him in. Turns out, he's kind of a big ol' puppy." you snickered.

Eddie blushed, "Jesus." he muttered.

Robin got up and wandered to the kitchen counter, helping herself to some of the cheese and crackers.

"So...is there a way to get you back to normal?" She asked.

"Or a way to get y our memories back?" Robin added.

"Hell if I know." Eddie sighed. " I dream about things, they feel real like memories only. Only when I'm sleeping and they're nightmarish. I'd like them not to be memories..." he said.

You frowned, "Demons eating you alive from inside, if they feel real enough to have you speak in your sleep the way you did...the might be memories." You thought, focusing on Eddie.

He stole a glance your way and winced. "I don't know where the other one came from, but I'm glad it threw me around a bit. It's likely the only thing that stopped me."

"So you've got to be worn out at the end of every day, and need meat?" Lucas asked.

"That's easy enough, it's like when get got that meat to lure Dart." Steve said.

"Only a lot more, a whole lot more." Lucas murmured, eying Eddie carefully.

"I get large shipments in from a butcher in DC. Friend of my moms. I can help with keeping him fed before feeding time. Otherwise...he just needs to eat, right?" you asked, looking around.

"You've been on your own all this time, right? Finding food in general couldn't have been easy," you said to Eddie, "That had to make everything worse. Your body has been in survival mode for years. Getting regular meals every day will probably help things."

Eddie gave a nod, "____'s got a point." he said.

"When Dustin and Will and the others come back, we'll start trying to figure out where you might have crawled out from, where the other monster might have come from." Lucas said.

"Yeah, and I'll call Nance, If anyone can think of an idea about your memory, it's her." Steve chimed in.

"In the meantime, maybe it's best to focus on calming your...cravings. If we can curb those down into fewer episodes, things will be easier. And we can reunite you with Wayne without you worrying so much." you said.

Eddie nodded, "Yeah. That all sounds good but. Where do I go?" He asked.

You chuckled, "You said you were staying here. Although, I'm putting you to work as security and manual labor."

"I can work." Eddie said quickly.

Gareth held out the cookie platter, "um..." he lulled.

You laughed and tilted your head towards the stove, "in the oven is round two. They should be cooled off." you said.

It'd become rowdy in your little studio, Robin, Steve and Lucas shouted mercilessly at the game, while Eddie sat among his bandmates trying to take in waves of information and events he'd missed over the past few years.

You sat with Toad, giving her all the scratches she required to make up for the noise you'd brought into her castle.

"Oh!" grant gasped, it alerted the other two men who looked equally dumbfounded.

"Shit that right!" Gareth laughed.

Eddie looked between them wordlessly when Jeff hoped to his feet. He caught a set of keys that Grant tossed to him and bolted for the lift.

"Be right back, we brought you something!" Jeff called as the doors closed.

When Jeff returned and the lift doors opened, Eddie instantly rose to his feet. You watched as he took extra careful steps towards Jeff, his arms held out and eyes glued to the black case he carried.

"Hey! Out the way!" Steve shouted as Eddie's large frame blocked the play.

Eddies words fluttered forth in a whisper, "she still lives?" he asked.

Jeff lifted the case in his arms and opened it. Eddie's eyes shinned like headlights. You crane your neck, trying your best to catch a glimpse of what was inside.

Reaching out for the contents, Eddie stopped himself. A pitiful gaze fell on his claws. "I can't," He murmured.

You sighed and chucked a cheese square across the room, dotting the side of Eddie's head.

He closed his eyes in a muted chuckle.

"Remember what I said?" you asked him.

With a nod, Eddie turned to you, "I do, but this is different." he said.

You set Toad down, and she made her way to the cracked window. Joining Eddie and his bandmates, you peer into the case, marveling at the crimson crackled guitar inside.

"Oh, that's the one you mentioned..." you murmured, recalling his recounting of his experiences with 'Vecna' and the strange place.

You looked up at Eddie, who's eyes won't leave the instrument.

"It's not different, it'll be easy." you told him, your eyes falling on the guitar, the corner of your mouth curved up. "Once a guitarist, always a guitarist. You just need a reminder." You reasoned.

"Exactly, what they said. You already know what to do, man." Gareth chimed.

"Seriously guys, this is touching, but the game!" Robin called out, swiveling from side to side to see around them.

Grant took up the guitar and slipped its strap around Eddie, having to stand on his tiptoes even with Eddie bent over.

Eddie gazed down at his guitar and sucked in his lips, hands hovered in position but too afraid to touch it.

"I've got three more pieces of cheese." You warned him.

Eddie's fingers curled around the neck of the guitar. "I hate to break it to you. But there's no way I'm touching these strings without them snapping." he muttered.

A wild grin formed on Eddie's face, "But just holding her again feels so good." he said, looking at everyone almost blissfully.

Lucas tore his eyes away from the small patch of game he could see, "I might know a guy who I bet knows what we can use to make stronger strings." he said.

"Sinclair, you pull that off, and I'll owe you for life." Eddie stated.

"And, Nutty over there will give you free cookies." He added.

"Nutty?" You questioned.

Eddie stuck out his tongue, "It's not Yoda."

You threw all three pieces of cheese you'd kept in your hand.

Eddie stood crouched in front of the shop kitchen's many ovens. Watching the cookies you'd have delivered to Wayne as they baked.

The tip of his tail swished about happily, it'd been doing none stop since his friends arrived and fell into their casual norms.

"He'll like these, uncle Wayne used to love when miss Simmons next door would bake him things." Eddie said.

You busied yourself by chopping the apples for tomorrow's pie filling, trying to get a head start.

Eddie stood up and turned to join you, leaning onto the counter and resting his chin in his hand. "I thought chefs chopped fast." he teased.

"I'm tired." you said.

Glancing up at him, you asked, "why don't you wash those claws and put them to good use?"

He held up his hands and wiggled his fingers, claws clacking together. Turning, he walked to the sink and washed his hands.

Scooting over to make room, you rolled a few apples over for him.

Eddie studied the fruit for a moment.

"Take your time, there's no rush, this will be good practice for you-"

With a single swipe, there was a refreshing tear.

Your head snapped to look over, there the apple lay evenly cut. Your mouth fell open, and Eddie held his head high with pride as he repeated the swipe with the other apples given to him.

"How's that?" he smirked.

You shoved the remaining apple pile in front of him, causing him to laugh.

"Where are you going?" Eddie asked you, turning his neck to follow as you made your way to a set of hooks on the wall.

You plucked a black apron from the wall mount and returned to him.

"Stoop, please." you said.

Eddie did as you asked, allowing you to slip the apron around his neck before moving to tie it up behind his back.

"Congratulations, you are now the Lucky Pot's new Legumier." you said.

"What? In layman's please?" He asked.

"You chop up all fruits and veggies." you answered.

"Ah, can do." Eddie said with a salute.

"Night prep can keep you busy, hopefully." you said.

Eddie smirked, "do I get paid?" he asked.

You blinked a few times, "what a roof and free food not enough for you?"

He paled, "that's not what i- I didn't - I was just-" Eddie's panic died down as he glared playfully at the amused glint in your eyes.

"You're messing with me." he muttered.

"You panic so easily!" you laugh.

"Look, you're here now, and I never go back on my word. Your place is solidified until you can go back out into the world." you promise.

Eddie smiled and stuck out his long pinky, "you swear?" he asked.

Hooking your pinky around his, you nodded, "I swear."

"On Toad's honor?" Eddie grinned.

"On our high queen's honor, yes." you chuckled.

A worrying smell ruffled its way up your noses, your eyes widened in panic, "The cookies!" you yelped.

As you rushed to the oven, slipping on mitts, Eddie's tail flung out. He took hold of the oven handle and tugged the door down, allowing you quick access.

You swiftly grabbed the tray and set it atop the stove.

"You're quick with your tail." you exhaled.

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck, "I wish I could say I meant to do that. But," he shrugged and took his tail up in his hand, "this thing just does what it wants, it's like it has a second brain." he muttered.

"Well, thank you, Eddie's tail, for your assistance." you teased, "maybe I should hire it instead..."

"Nope, we're a package deal." said Eddie.

For a moment you're taken in by his smile, it was good to see. Maybe things would work out alright for him.

"Baby steps, that's all it takes." you thought, watching Eddie go back to chopping.

____ slept soundly, exhausted from the events of the last couple of days. Eddie fed and munched on leftovers from the gathering. Tossing cheese squares into his mouth and failing to catch them.

His mind buzzing about all the new possibilities. It'd been a long time since he'd felt the levels of hope he currently had nestled inside.

"Wayne somehow seems to know just what I need even when not trying." he thought, looking towards the room divider.

Eddie left Toad to sleep alone on the back of the sofa and, with a large jump, hooked his claws into the ceiling. He crawled across it until he'd made it passed the divider.

Siting up, he hung upside down from his feet, hair dangling as he peered at ____. Watching their steady breathing, buried within blankets.

A tingle crept down Eddie's spine.

"The blanket!" his mind screamed, Eddie looked towards the window. "I left it back at the quarry..." he whispered. Crawling across the ceiling, Eddie plopped down on the ground before the window.

He quietly opened it higher and crawled out into the night.

"It should still be there." He thought.

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