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charles-leclerizz · 2 months

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🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ peaches

🏁 Pairings : Lando Norris X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : none! just fluffy times

🏁 Word Count : 4.0k words (4070 words)

🏁 Author's note : This is probably the most chaotic thing i have ever written, so I hope you can make sense of it (hope being the key word) Make sure to lilke and reblog (anything is appreciated, but comments and reblogs fuel this sad little writer). The word dividers this time are also from @plum98!

🏁 Music player : This will be by Natalie Cole

“God he’s hopeless.” Oscar observed his entranced teammate stumble over his words from beneath the shade of the umbrella set up to the side of the filming area. Having finished his own media duties, he was now watching, unimpressed, as his friend attempted to use his remaining two braincells to blubber at you, like a fish out of water.

To be fair, you were also blubbering, your cheeks were red and hands shaking as you sorted through the white, glossy cue cards that had the signature McLaren logo printed on the back. You shuffled the cards mindlessly, humming under your breath after the third question was answered and Lando had maintained eye-contact with you for a minute too long, staring into the depths of your irises when the last syllable had left his lips causing your heart to stutter at a pace that had to be confirmed as medically concerning.

“U-um, right, okay so.” You attempted for the sixth time, your fingers finally finding purchase on a new piece of cardstock that contained the fourth question printed on one side in large, sans-serif font.

“Ehm-“ You cleared your throat, flipping a piece of hair over your shoulder as you looked back up at the driver who sat in front of you, enthralled by the minute movements you made. Like the arch of your brow, the dip of your lip and the curve of your collarbone that lay exposed, thanks to the strapless, silk corset you had opted to wear.

“Right, the fans want to know Lando. Who’s your favourite thing to eat?” You said with. Pseudo-confidence, oblivious to your mistake.

Lando’s eyes widened as a few chuckles bristled around the small crowd of camera technicians and other personnel that filled the McLaren media pen “Excuse me?”

“Huh-“ You blink a few times, “Oh shit- no.” You begin to wave your hands in front of your burning face, “I meant, what. What is your favourite snack, or meal to eat before a race?” You blurt out the correction.

“Oh- oh thank God. I don’t think I would have been able to say that.” Lando chuckles, despite the rogue blush that had spread from his neck to his ears, “Normally, I like to have snickers?” He offers, “Especially before a race, it’s a tradition. My dad used to buy them for me, during my karting days” Lando smiles at you, bracing his elbows on the arm rests of his seat whilst tilting his head boyishly.

You go silent for a few minutes, staring at him as your mouth opens and closes uselessly, your mind was fuzzy, and you could swear that you could hear the blood rushing past your ears.

With a heart beating wildly you plaster on a dazzling smile, “Watch the stock prices shoot up.” You joke, focusing on his shirt instead of his face, to protect yourself from his irresistible gaze, “Well Lando, I wish you the best for the race, here in Singapore later in the week.” You lift your eyes from the very interesting speck of dust on the front of his McLaren jersey to meet his hazel eyes, “On behalf of the entire Sky sports team, of course, not just me, that would be weird-“

He cocks his head at your rambling, huffing out an amused laugh, “Thank you,” he returns, as if your well-wishes were probably the only thing that made him want to participate in the race.

But that’s ridiculous, right?

The media segment had finally ended, having collected enough material for the next week in Singapore and you were thankful for it.

The few hours that you had been interacting with the driving duo was excruciating, not only from the sweltering afternoon that you found yourselves in, but also the fact that Lando was always in your line of sight, laughing at something that Oscar had said or screeching hysterically over the periscope goggles that he was struggling with. He was always there.

Some may say that it was “your job” but frankly you found it insulting. Because he wouldn’t let you do your job, you were either blushing too hard, sweating too much or your heart was about to end your existence with its erratic beating.

“I’m just glad it’s over” You pout to May, your producer. She was sweet and imaginative, always carrying around a leatherbound, flowery notepad to scribble new and creative ideas for interview styles to attempt with the 5-year-old men that you were tasked with interacting with.

“It wasn’t that bad” She comforted you, handing over a chilled water bottle whilst an on-set assistant dabbed at your forehead with a damp towel, “I honestly thought that you were having a heart attack, couldn’t even tell that you liked him.”

“She’s right y’know” A third voice burst into the conversation suddenly, which caused you to jump and clamp your hand down on the half open water bottle, sending the cool jet of water straight up the man’s nose.

“Oscar!” May shouted, holding a hand over her daisy detailed blouse with shock as she signalled to another assistant to grab a towel for the driver, who was currently holding his nostrils and attempting to plunge out the of water that had lodged itself up his nose.

“I’m fine,” He snorted whilst dripping onto the sizzling concrete and dabbing the cloth on his face, “For the record, I was worried for your health halfway through that painting task. But that was before I noticed you drooling over Lando.”

You groaned, running both hands up your face to your hairline before threading your fingers through your scalp and pressing the strands away from your forehead, “It’s not fair,” you whined, “He was distracting me throughout the whole thing. I probably look like a mess on camera,” You press the pads of your fingers against your temples.

The whole ordeal made you want to cry, or vomit perhaps both? It was hellish having to endure him staring into your soul the entire interview segment and endearingly answer all your questions with unnecessary detail.

What a jerk.

“Nah, you looked good.” A fourth voice popped in. And much like Oscar’s intrusion, it made you jump, but instead of squeezing your bottle and waterboarding the person, you shrieked and swung, as hard as you could towards the source. Making impact with the side of their face.

A very familiar face which had whipped around like a grape on a toothpick. A face that emitted a groan whilst a hand came up to soothe the quickly forming bruise.

“Fuck me” You groaned, bending over to help Lando who was still checking for any blood that may be leaking from the side of his face.

“Well, I would be honoured, but I think you did permanent damage,” He joked, standing to his full height whilst you brought your hand up to tap the purple-ish skin with a light, albeit panicked hand.

“Oh Lando,” you hissed when he clenched his teeth as you pressed against his cheek, “I’m so sorry.” You whispered on instinct, continuing to stroke the skin whilst May came up to the two of you, having recovered from the shock of you assaulting Lando and rushed to procure a bruising ointment.

You turned around quickly, thanking your friend as she handed of the white tube into your palm, not noticing that half of your hair had slapped the man in front of you in the face, “Oh come on,” you heard him garble through the clumps of hair that had made its way into his mouth.

“Shit, sorry,” You apologise for the umpteenth time in the few hours that you had spent in the close vicinity of him, “I can’t get it together for some reason.” You offer the dull explanation whilst stepping closer with a thick strip of the ointment spread between your fingers.

“Yeah” He murmured, eyes more focussed on your concentrated expression that was barely millimetres away from him, “I can tell.” His breath tickled your ear as you stood on your tiptoes and rubbed the ointment onto his face, it made you blush and realise how close your faces were. How easily you could turn your neck and graze your lips against his, or bump your noses together like a sweet, long-term couple who were used to your clumsiness.

Fat chance

You stepped back, taking one of the discarded towels from the table to the left of the pair of you, “I’m so sorry again,” you apologised, wiping away the remaining cream from your hand and moved to pick up your purse from the surface next to you.

“You could make it up to me?” He offered, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking on the balls of his feet.

You cock your head, removing the hand that was rooting around in your purse- searching for your phone and let it hand limp “How?”

“What are you doing today?”

“Nothing much,” you offered, shrugging, “Not my first time in Singapore, I’ve been working with F1 for a year. Just wanted to hit some stores that I didn’t get to last time.”

It was true, last year was your first year and like the dedicated rookie you were, you holed yourself up in your room doing pre-liminary research for the upcoming days on all things related to the Singapore track along with the prestigious millionaire drivers that came attached. This was despite the long list of high-end stores, cute cafes and boutiques that you had made in your apartment back home, before the season began.

Luckily, you had managed to hit one or two of them up before the next race. But there were many remaining which you were desperate to visit.

“Let me take you out then,” His eyes glittered with enthusiasm as he unpocketed one of his hands and reached towards yours, brushing against your soft knuckles and running down the divots of your hand before dropping to his side, “Anywhere you want.” He promised.

“I have a long list Lando, and you have a race, or have you forgotten?” You tease him despite your barely inflated lungs and dry, anticipatory throat.

“Haven’t forgotten,” He argues, “I don’t have to-“ His breathe hitched as he watched you reach out to intertwine your fingers with his, gently as if your movements were a fleeting butterfly and could easily be lost as such, “Don’t have to be training the whole day- just give me your number and text me the places you want to go?”

“Okay,” You settled, keeping your pinkie fingers locked together as you stepped impossibly closer to him and handed him your card, a small glossy cardstock with the sky sports logo printed on one side whilst on the other had your name, number and “Formula 1 presenter and interviewer” centre-aligned in black font.

“Cute,” He flipped the card over in his free hand before looking up from the paper and into your eyes, bouncing his pupils over your entire face as though he was memorising each feature up close and personal, “I’ll see you later.”

You nod, biting your lip as your stand on your toes again and press your glossy lips against the scruff of his cheek, “I hope so.”

You had handed off your contact details to Lando on Tuesday. Throughout the passing days, you both had texted each other constantly, any free treasured minutes in your schedule would be spent chatting with the other. It was now Thursday and still he had not brought up the date.

The “not-date”

Thankfully, you had managed to check off nearly half of your destinations on your list and the bags in your hotel room were evidence of such. Odd, thick shopping bags that were brightly coloured and bent in ways that could merely hint at their high-fashion origins, had taken over the bedroom, slowly pilling up by the dozen.

You stumbled out of the sleek, metallic elevator and winced with each step you took through the 20th floor foyer and down the corridor, each light-wood slab of the miscellaneous rooms had been allotted a cluster of numbers that morphed together in your tired eyes. It had been nearly four hours of running around, collecting information and small video snippets from all the teams as the entire PR team was rushing to put out the last round of pre-race content.

Your stiletto heels clicked to a stop when you finally reached your door, the electronic card reader waiting patiently for you to tap the key on its matte black surface. You rooted around in your purse, holding it open with one hand as you searched for the damn card, fearing that you may need to bother the sweet receptionist for another duplicate key.

Whilst looking around in your seemingly endless bag, your phone vibrated once...twice...thrice.

You unsheathed the device and clicked on the notification that popped up on your lock screen. Lando. He had left a small string of messages that made your heart flutter as though cupid had just struck you.

You looked pretty today.

Not that I was stalking you- I saw you when you came to garage.

I’m free for the rest of the day, can I take you out?

On a date. If you want.

You smiled to yourself, reading the messages repeatedly, imprinting them in your mind as you felt your blood swim through your arteries and blossom a deep red blush across your cheeks.

“Is it possible for someone to be this beautiful?” A familiar British accent sneaked up behind you, caressing the skin behind your ears as a minty fresh breath followed suit.

“I don’t know, maybe you should ask yourself.” You teased, turning on your heel to rest your back against the door, to face the handsome man that was currently grinning down at you. You clutched your phone to your chest, soothing the fluttering butterflies that escaped your stomach to scuttle throughout your body, suddenly, you weren’t very tired anymore.

“I would rather ask you,” He smirked, reaching to tuck away a rogue piece of hair that had escaped from your ponytail, his finger lingered on your nape, allowing his entire hand to cup the back of your neck and ghost the pads of his fingers across the expanse of your skin.

“Hi Lando,” You smile at him, leaning into his touch.

“Hey.” He whispered, more focused on analysing the tantalising swoop of your eyelashes and sleek slant of your nose. As one does.

“You ready to go?” he tilted his head at you.

“Well, I have an idea about where I want to go with you, I just need to change and re-do my makeup.”

“Okay, you want me to wait out here?” He offered, watching you as you brought your purse between your bodies, flitting through the mess within to finally, triumphantly present the room key. He giggled at the victorious squeal that escaped your lips as you brushed the card against the reader and skipped into the room.

“No, it’s fine. You can come in, just don’t judge the amount of shopping.” You warned him, already cautiously stepping over the French boutique bags that greeted you.

“It would be hard to fit my judgement into the room, there’s so much stuff,” He commented beginning to pick up various bags and place them onto any free surface as an attempt to clear the walkway.

“Ha Ha,” You laughed sarcastically, twisting your neck to stick your tongue out at him, “Let me find something to wear,” You bent down, searching through the few bags that sat on the bay window sofa.

“Do you have the directions to the place?” Lando inquired, watching you with interest as you held a small, teal bag over your head and went over to the other side of the room to search for shoes.

“Yeah, it’s a frozen yoghurt cafe, 0 sugar and vegan, I figured it will be good for you. Since you’re on a strict diet.” You shrugged, unaware of his touched expression. He was enamoured with you from the first time that you had sat down in front of him, stuttering over your questions despite your once cool, calm demeanour with his teammate. But the fact that you had considered his diet requirements was like the cherry on top.

“Oh- you didn’t have to. I could always break away from the diet.” He half expected you to jump at the opportunity to go someplace else.

“No no, it’s fine. I heard such great things about this cafe. I’m excited. Plus, I would’ve gone with or without you,” You snickered, walking towards his place, perched on the edge of your freshly made bed. Apparently, room service had conveniently avoided your shopping but had happily tackled the other features of the area.

“If you say so,” He relented bundling the soft comforter in his fists to stop himself from looping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. Luckily, you rested your arms on his shoulders and intertwined your fingers together at the start of his spine, burying them in his hair and twisting the curly strands with one digit.

“I do say so,” You nodded your head sharply, before retracting your arms and began to walk towards the bathroom, “Be right back,” you promised, slinking through the washroom door.

You pushed the sliding slab shut and flicked on the warm yellow light before pulling out the compact package of tissue paper, held together with a white, cream silk bow.

The paper crinkled loudly as you undid the ribbon to reveal the milky white dress that lay nestled within the packaging. A long, floor length number that contained embroidered butterflies on the final organza layer, layered on top of a chiffon slip with a middle veneer of muslin. The empress waist had folded over fabric that sinched in the silhouette along with emphasising the carmen neckline that sat sultry with the help of thin, pearly straps.

You slipped on the elegant dress, smoothing over the divoted attire whilst pulling and pushing at the material until you were satisfied. Your hair flowed freely along your back as you leaned forward towards the mirror, touching up your concealer and swiping generous amounts of your glossy, lip balm before slipping on a pair of black, matte kitten heels.

Finally, you were ready.

The door squeaked open as you stepped out, short heels clicking on the marble floor as you stopped around the bend of the wall, calling out for him, “Lando?”

He turns towards your voice curiously, floppy brown hair bouncing with his movements, “Yeah?” He answers, standing up and pocketing his phone.

“I’m ready,” You reveal yourself to his gaze, smiling happily when his mouth pops open and eyes widen substantially.

“Wow, you look amazing.” His eyebrows furrow as he takes in your outfit, biting his lip whilst walking towards you, “Glad I asked you out when I did, otherwise I would be in trouble.”

“Yes, you are quite lucky,” You agree, patting his chest as you adjust the collar of his shirt, “Let’s go?” You offer, hooking your arm with his by the elbow.

He looks down momentarily before smiling toothily, “Let’s” He nods and opens the door.

Lando held the large cup of frozen yogurt in his palm, itching to dig the small plastic spoon into the tall peak of cold, white cream that was covered in melted dark chocolate, “You got the photo?”

“Yes, sorry,“ You tuck your phone back into the inefficiently small purse that hung from your shoulder, “You taste it first, I feel like you’ll burst if you don’t” you chuckle at his expression as he fills the spoon with the cold dessert and places it in his mouth, he groans pleasurably as his eyes roll back.

“Holy shit that’s good.” He compliments, holding out the paper cup to you.

“I would hope so, looks like you just orgasmed,” You take your own plastic spoon and taste the treat, “Never mind, your reaction is valid, it’s so good.” You hum.

“I know right?” He continues to eat, keeping his right hand steady as he shuffles around you from your left to the other side, so that his free hand could intertwine with yours.

“I could’ve just moved?” You giggle, swinging your hands up and down as you lean to take another bite.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” He shrugged, licking his spoon free of the remaining frozen yogurt as you continued down the street and across the street towards Pearl Hill Park.

You both continued to chat animatedly, taking bites of the sweet yogurt between the two of you as you enter the park and walk down the foot path, admiring the large canopying trees and delicate flower’s that littered the shrubbery which lined the walkway.

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” Lando clarifies, his eyes bugging out with shock.

“I mean, guys have liked me, and I’ve had crushes. But boyfriend? Never had anyone that serious,” You confirm, unbothered with his reaction.

“How?”

“I don’t know! I never asked and I never have got asked,” You defend your single status.

Lando nods, squeezing your hand in his as he kicks a small pebble beneath his feet, “But you’re so beautiful.” He murmurs penultimately beneath his breath.

“What?”

“What?” He looks at you, surprised that you heard him.

“Nothing,” You dismiss, your chest warming with the compliment, the sensation made you giggle to yourself and press your lips together.

The skin of your lips seemed dry against one another, causing you to stop walking, pausing the lazy travel around the man-made lake that you both were taking and remove a tube of flavoured lip balm from your purse. Lando pauses, watching you press the tube of the glossy moisturiser and lay a generous amount on your lips before twisting the top back on and dropping it back in your bag.

“What flavour is that? It’s so bright.” He snorts at the light pink coating that covers your mouth.

“Oh, is it too much?” You go to remove your compact mirror before you feel Lando hold your wrists gently, stopping you.

“No, you look perfect,” He assures you, softly laying his thumb beneath the swell of your lip and pulling the skin down slowly, “I was just curious of the flavour.” He muses, supressing a grin at your dazed expression as you fight away the feeling of your eyelashes fluttering closed in anticipation for his lips on yours.

“Um..I think it’s peach?” You offer.

“Really?” He snorts, moving his face closer to yours, analysing your face for inhibitions towards his actions, only to be met with your rouge ears and innocent doe eyes looking at him, “Let me try,” He whispers, finally bringing his face closer to yours, allowing his breath to fan over your slightly parted lips. You finally connect your mouth together, one of your hands loops around his neck whilst the other hold his wrist as you savour the sweet taste of his lips against yours.

It was as though the blossoms that surrounded the two of you had begun to bloom within your mind, bursting with new life and innocence as the water rippled in the summer sun, casting glowing streaks against your faces like crystalline diamonds shimmering beneath a spotlight. This moment seemed to paint itself on the canvas of your mind, permanently memorised to never be forgotten.

Lando pulls away all too soon, resting his forehead against yours, “I can agree-“ He pants, “That it tastes like peach” he pulls away minutely to grin at you.

You grin back, licking your lips slowly, “Yeah, I guess it does.” You agree, pressing your mouths together again, desperate for the sacred dopamine that he filled you with. He smiled against your lips before you became conscience of your surrounds and broke apart. His eyebrows furrowed but nevertheless he caressed your cheek, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin beneath his finger.

Lando stepped back, taking your hand in his again to resume the slow, lazy steps around the lake, “You’ll watch that race then? From the garage?” He asked hopefully, looking down at you from your position on his shoulder.

“Peach?” He called out.

Your heart grew three times bigger at the nickname as you lifted your head from his body and looked at him earnestly, “Of course, I’ll be there in the orange.”

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion unavailable...over

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Oliver Aiku Sees Wearing His Jersey at a Party

Pairing: Oliver Aiku x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, flirting, first meeting, blowjob, thigh riding, power dynamics (Reader is a big fan of Oliver)

A/N: Read ahead in the manga and OH MY GOD! This man! He has my heart.

Plenty of fangirls would, maybe literally, kill to be doing what you're doing right now. Kissing the Oliver Aiku, having his strong thigh between your legs and his hands on your hips, feeling his stubble against your face as he nuzzles closer.

When complimented your choice of jersey you didn't recognize his voice over the music but you did recognize his heterochromatic eyes when you turned around. He whispered in your ear all night as you danced, he didn't keep it all about himself, he wanted to know more about you, what you're into except for having a really good taste in sports and players. At the same time he didn't hide his intent to fuck you.

Every time his fingers brushed over your shirt you moaned against his neck, "I can feel how wet you're getting. Fucking humping and dripping on my leg like a bitch in heat." You felt yourself pressed against a wall in what you assumed was his bedroom. He was the one who lead you in here and closed the door.

"I'll be your bitch if you want me to be." You pulled against his shoulders, feeling all the muscles on his body flexing and relaxing. Hips bucked against his leg, the warmth spreading from your pussy through your whole body.

"I'm impressed. Most of my fangirls aren't this forward with me even at this stage." He grinned down at you and ran his lips from one side of your neck to the other, listening and feeling your breath hitch as you rode his thigh. "Are you even wearing anything under this?" Strong hands groped your breasts, "You're not! Ha. What were you planning? Sneaking a quick one when you landed eyes on me?" Your legs closed against his thigh, your body shaking and only held up by his body against yours.

You couldn't swallow down your whimpers, the pretty noises he got you to make when he moved his thigh and pushed his bulge against you instead. "You got so hard. Because of me?"

"Of course it's cause of you. My pretty new toy." You didn't even mind being called a toy. Oliver just called you his. You were his right now. Oliver chuckled at the lovesick look on your face, "Look at those pretty heart eyes. I wanna see them roll back."

His eyes met yours briefly before you slid down on your knees. He looked surprised for a moment but quickly recovered his cool, chuckling as his cock sprang free and pushed against your cheek.

"This was what you wanted all night babygirl?" There was no need for him to guide you, you knew what to do. A few shorter bobs, your lips sealed tight around his cock and soon you took the whole length into your mouth. You let your eyes close for a second, trying to commit his taste to memory because when will you ever get a chance to suck Oliver Aiku's cock again? "You're good at that you know. Must have practiced a lot. From now on I want you to remember this moment when you're alone. I'll be the only man you think of when you've got toys shoved into every slutty hole in your body."

Strong hands gripped the sides of your head and pushed you down. Your eyes watered when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. But you couldn't close them, he said... he wanted to look at them.

Oliver chuckled when he noticed you struggling. "Better make me come soon if you want to breathe." You swallowed as best as you could around his thick cock, feeling every bulging vein on the surface of your tongue.

His name was barely audible from the constant wet smacking and slurping sounds, your chin dripping with white cum and spit. Oliver wasn't kidding, he was using you like a toy, testing your limits and pushing you to the brink of losing your mind. As the hot blast of seed hit the insides of your mouth he pushed your head all the way against the wall, angling it slightly upwards so he could see the whites of your eyes for that brief moment before they closed and you let him fuck his cum down your throat.

As soon as he moved away you fell on all fours, coughing and gasping for breath, the taste of his cock and cum remaining on your tongue.

You were surprised when you saw Oliver face to face with you, offering you a handkerchief. "To clean yourself up with. Don't defile that number you're wearing." Heat spread across your cheeks as you accepted and cleaned yourself up. "Thanks for the good time babe. See you when I see you. You did good." He flashed you a quick smile as he fixed his appearance, tucked his cock back in his pants and patted you on the head.

It took you a few minutes of sitting there to realize that you did in fact just do that. You made Oliver Aiku come down your throat and tell you how good of a job you did. Smiling to yourself you stood up, looking for a place to wash the handkerchief when you felt something under your fingers.

Tucked on the other side was a small piece of paper, and on it was Oliver's phone number. "Holy shit." Giving him a blowjob wasn't the greatest moment of your life anymore, getting his number was.

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nejiverse · 10 months

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STRIKERMAN

Sae, Shidou, Nagi, Reo

In which i write scenarios of you and the boys both being spiderman. Fem! Spiderman! Reader

cw: mention of feet in sae's, shidou being as foul as ever (what's new), suggestive, reo and shidou trynna rizz y/n up fr, maybe ooc reo, implied reader is shorter than shidou ….is it bad that the only spiderman i’ve seen is the two spiderverse movies?💀

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You were sitting on Sae's couch, your legs flung over said man's shoulders who was sitting on the floor in front of you with his back against the couch. You were both clad in your suits but with no masks on.

"How'd you think your fans would react if I took a picture of you right now painting another woman's nails", you poked at his head, running a hand through his hair.

He dipped the brush into the white nail polish once again and added a second coat onto your toe.

"You've got fans too. I'm sure i'd make good money out of selling your feet pics", he retorted.

You smacked his head repeatedly, cringing at the sheer thought of him doing that. Despite the fact that it hasn't even happened yet (nor will it ever happen on your watch) you could still feel the embarrassment. "I'd be mortified! Please don't ever do that", you pleaded.

"Alright, alright. You're about to concuss me", he took a hold of your wrist and quickly laid a small kiss on your gloved wrist.

"I would never do that...probably".

"Hey!".

You stretched the neck of his suit out, catching a glimpse of the hickeys littered on the back of his neck from your earlier makeout session before snapping it back against his skin.

He hissed in pain and rubbed the back of his neck, turning around and giving you a scowl. A fake one. He wasn't really upset about it.

Once you noticed he was done painting your nails, you brought your legs down from over his shoulders and leaned his head backwards so that his head was in between your thighs as you cradled his cheeks in your palms.

"On second thought, I should've taken the picture...I want all of your fans to know you're mine", you grinned, soaking in his blue eyes that were curtained with long lustrous eyelashes.

"I wouldn't give any other woman the time of day anyway, you know that", he said. "Besides we can't reveal our identities...idiot", he flicked your forehead.

"Oh right!", you laughed sheepishly.

A harsh slap to your ass and you already knew who the culprit was.

You turn around with a scowl on your face as you rubbed a soothing hand against your ass. That would definitely leave a mark.

"I come here to think and now I've lost my train of thought because of you!".

"You look so hot today, I couldn't help myself", he shrugged his shoulders.

You folded your arms against your chest.

"We're wearing the same damn thing, slap your own ass", you retorted. You shook your head and sat down against the ledge. "Im seriously gonna take up Rin's offer of getting you a damn cage", you spat.

Shidou had a frown on his face now from hearing…..his name.

He looked down at you. "You talk to that loser?".

You didn't respond. Shidou poked at your side with his foot. You merely kept ignoring him.

Shidou chuckled under his breath, taking a seat next to you.

"Y'know you're really hot when you're mad at me".

Nothing. Not even a reaction.

He narrowed his eyes and reached out to your face, taking your mask off. It was only fair he catch a glimpse of your face since he took his off ages ago.

An amused grin grew on Shidou's face when he feasted his eyes on your flustered face.

He chuckled lowly. "Did I really get you this worked up? Little ol' me?", he teased.

You reach over to get your mask back from him. "Give it back!", he did exactly the opposite.

He got up and held the mask over his head, using his height and build as an advantage. You got up after him, trying to get it back as you went on your tiptoes and held you arm up a high as you can.

Shidou glanced at your unimpressed glare on your face and your chest against his, feeling a sense of superiority wash over him.

He leaned down and kissed you lips, his hand coming to the back of your head and pushing your body flush against his once again.

He bit on your lip softly, causing your grip on his chest to tighten. He pulled away a bit, but his lips were still very close to yours.

"You're strange", you said against his lips.

He pecked your lips once more before placing you mask over your head. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy that", he snickered.

You shot some webs from your wrist, one going around his wrists and his legs, causing him to fall back onto the ground.

"Wow Y/n I never knew you were into this kinda thing~", he taunted at which you gritted your teeth at his annoying personality.

"Shut up! And stop using my real name", you muttered, walking closer to the ledge preparing to ditch Shidou and jump off until he told you to wait.

"What now?".

"Day 16 of asking you to sit on my face?".

"Absolutely not".

You hated when interviewers and reporters crowded you whenever you finish defeating a tough enemy.

Couldn't they understand that it was exhausting and you needed space to at least breathe??

You swung between a few structures before landing in a quiet alleyway and slid your suit off your shoulders and out of your arms, taking the bandage wrap you stole from one of the ambulances on sight and used it to wrap the wound on your arm.

"You hurt yourself every time", a voice chimed in.

You looked up and were startled by Nagi's face who was very much in your personal space. He was hanging upside down from a building and you backed away a bit.

"And you show up after the fight every time", you rolled your eyes playfully.

"I was asleep and getting up was a hassle", he yawned.

"You said that the last time too", you finished wrapping your arm and put on your suit fully again.

You walked closer to him again and pinched his cheeks, stretching and pulling them.

"Your Spiderman now, not just Nagi Seishiro", you giggled.

"Mmm. Spiderman needs a kiss", he looked down at your lips which were upturned into a smile.

You tilted your head. "Does Spiderman need a kiss? Or is it actually Sei that wants one?".

"Both".

You chuckled and leaned closer to his lips. Nagi beat you to the punch and seized your lips before you could do just that. His kiss was needy, he did everything in his power to deepen it, pushing his head closer to yours if that was even possible, cradling your head in his free hand. You were starting to think he was a better kisser when he was upside down.

You parted your lips from his, Nagi chasing you lips for more as he came down and held your waist.

"One more for Sei", he muttered. "That one was for Spiderman".

"That stupid Reo", you muttered from the top of a building as you looked down upon the purple haired man helping the civilians out from the rubble.

"Stupid stupid Reo", you continued. "Always stealing my spotlight".

Suddenly you heard a voice from behind you.

"Who's stupid?".

Your shoulders jerked up and you turned your head sharply, being startled by that voice you were very much familiar with.

You scowled. "How the hell did you get up here so fast??"

Reo puffed out his chest proudly. "Magic".

You rolled your eyes— even though he couldn't see it— and hopped onto various buildings. You were ready to go home and go to sleep.

"There can't be two spidermans around here", you spoke loudly because you knew he wasn't far behind you. Reo had a habit of following you around like a lost puppy.

"There isn't two spidermans silly", he chuckled. "I'm spiderman and you're spiderwoman".

"No no. I'm also spiderman. I always knew you weren't— ".

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face Reo who wasn't able to stop in time, resulting in him clashing into you and the both of you falling back off the building.

You both yelped, thinking of ways to stop yourselves from plummeting to your deaths.

Unfortunately, both you and Reo's first thought was to shoot two webs at the buildings to your left and to your right.

The reason why it was unfortunate was because your webs got tangled up and you two ended up slamming into each other, bodies right up against each other and webs tangled around you two.

If any civilians were to decide to look up at the sky, they would certainly think they were gone crazy.

"...A feminist", you finished your previous sentence and gave Reo and unimpressed look. "Is this your way of flirting?", you deadpanned.

"Is it working?".

"No".

"Then I guess it's not", Reo sighed.

masterlist :)

a/n: spider man nagi is definitely my favourite, lmk yall’s favourite 😌 also let’s take a minute to appreciate this fanart (sshiroixx on twitter)

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angel-of-the-moons · 5 months

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Warmth

Syzoth x Reader

TW/CW: None this is mostly cute shit I thought up due to using my own heating blanket

A/N: I love having my window open at like 30-40 some-odd degrees with my heating blanket on and a fan because I'm half penguin and hate Florida weather. Also I wrote this when I woke up at 4am because insomnia is soooooo fun

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Earthrealm was cold. Especially in the winter.

And Syzoth hated the winter.

Zaterrans were cold-blooded. He didn't understand why his newfound love enjoyed the horrid little white flakes that fell from the sky, but it was worth it to see you smile as they flurried around you.

And he was dressed to the nose in the thickest winter wear you could possibly procure for him.

You compared him to something called a "marshmallow" but he had no idea why he and marshes had anything to do with his clothes.

Of course, when night came, Syzoth could barely handle it. Even in the relative warmth of your home, you seemed to keep the bare minimum to yourself.

Seeing how uncomfortable Syzoth was, and how lethargic he was being, you felt horrible, so you naturally had turned on your space heaters and made sure he was cozy.

But the heat was too much for you, who enjoyed the more frigid temperatures. After all, if you were cold, you could put on more clothes to get warm.

But if it was hot, what could you do? Rip off your skin?

In turn, Syzoth felt bad for making you uncomfortable so he would wait for you to fall asleep before turning off the heaters and snuggling tight against you.

It was a vicious cycle of the two of you trying to keep the other comfortable while sacrificing your own comfort.

But... After the tenth instance of him shivering and pressed up against you beneath your blanket, an idea struck you.

So, you made an order online and paid for one day shipping (ugh, the prices were downright criminal) and waited for it to arrive.

When the package arrived you were positively giddy.

Syzoth stood over your shoulder, a confused furrow in his brow as he watched you spread the new item across one side of your bed, tucking it beneath the main comforter you used.

"Another blanket, love? You have several." He remarked.

"Yes, but this one is special." You grinned, connecting some kind of wire to the blanket and adjusting the controls and timer.

You stand up proudly and stared down at it for a few moments while Syzoth stared at you like some kind of loon.

You then began to crawl into bed, patting the mattress next to you as Syzoth tilted his head.

"It's the middle of the day."

"Nothing wrong with a little nap, right?" You asked him, beaming with pride.

He couldn't help but smile at you, shaking his head as he did away with his shoes, climbing in next to you as you folded the blankets over him.

That's when he felt it.

Warmth.

Blissful, wonderful, absolutely amazing warmth.

He made a pleasured groan and snuggled deeper beneath it, his expression so happy he looked almost in pain.

You grinned widely, "Do you like your present?"

"By the Elder Gods, yes." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his face into the crook of your neck. "But won't you get hot?"

"I don't know how to describe it, but it's easier to handle the heat from a blanket over the space heaters. Plus it saves on the electric bill." You smile, petting his hair idly.

"Oh..."

"That and it's why I only covered your side of the bed, so you get all the warmth." You added.

"Gods, I love you." Syzoth groaned into your neck.

"Love you too, Rango." You teased.

Syzoth made a mental note to ask you why in the world you called him that from time to time as he drifted off into blissful sleep, snuggled up tight to his lover beneath the warmth of his new gift.

#mortal kombat x reader #syzoth x reader #syzoth x you #syzoth mortal kombat #syzoth mortal kombat 1 #mk1 syzoth #reptile x reader #reptile x you #reptile mortal kombat 1

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night-dazai · 2 months

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Can you do a suguru x gojo sister! reader plsssss😘😘

The Unhinged Slut

Tags: fluff to smut, ass smacking, punishment, rough makeout, degradation.

GETO X GOJO SISTER :

The bright blue eyes sparkled in the sun as she laughed, snow-white long hair swayed slowly making her already godly appearance look divinely beautiful. Geto smiled brightly reaching his hand as you held yours asking him to take it.

Everyone in the park looked at you in the sunny bright yellow frock jumping around happily with your boyfriend. Your energy was bright and vibrant while he was dark and mysterious “You sure enjoy playing in the swing “ he chuckled and tapped your nose “What are you a kid ?” he asked as you reached forward to bite the hand that touched your nose but he pulled did back.

“No, and yes, with you yes without you no “You smiled and held his arm as you walked. Every weekend you guys do this nice walk in the park which is near the beach so you guys can enjoy the sunset on Sundays.

Being both special-grade sorcerers it was not rare for you guys to always be busy, you guys have certain fixed timings each day so that you could spend time without your brother coming in.

The white-haired male was at first very dramatic about your relationship but soon started to move away and give you guys space once he saw how you were happy with Geto. But that still does not stop him from coming in suddenly when you were about to kiss him or just call him while he will be in the back shouting how much of an ass Geto is cause he stole someone “ 3 years younger than him “.

You have to kick your brother out while he still whines “Sorry “ you would say while he would just laugh and tell you how he is used to him being like that.

“Let's go ?” you asked feeling hungry while he followed you quietly, he has been a bit quiet today. He would always be quiet which is not new but today he is a bit too quiet and would just look at you or just space out “You alright ?” you questioned worriedly as he drove the car and kind of zoned out till the back person honked telling him the signal turned green.

“Yeah all fine “ he smiled at you the sweet one he always gives but it felt kind of forced “Okay turn right, let's eat out, “ you said making him drive to his favourite restaurant, thinking this would calm him down. But no, the man was so tense while he ate and you felt like asking him would also not help and that's how you were in the elevator standing fumbling your frock edges while Geto scrolled through his phone.

He opened your shared house door with pin-drop silence, unable to take it you turned only to get pinned down on the floor in full form. Geto’s whole weight on you, your lips crashed and clashed as his tongue wriggled its way in with full force. After a few minutes of making sure you were breathless, he pulled away, dark eyes looking at your bottom lip with lust as the plump flesh was now red due to the force.

His large hands wrapped around your neck giving a little pressure making you whimper “Throw this dress away and never wear it again out in public “ his voice low. It was a threat you knew and felt in the depths of your spine which shivered. Everything now made sense, tense looks around, fumbling around you zoning out … All pieces are together.

Everyone could see your ass with each move of your body, perky nipples that were supposed to not be so hard but were cause it was cold outside but that flimsy dress did nothing to hide it and your light yellow bra was so beautifully shown . And Geto was not a fan of having others see what he alone was supposed to see.

A smile played on your red lips “Oh… but what if wear it again ?” you asked SNAP …..

All he could think was how to make you understand your situation, in a few seconds you were on your bed on your back dress torn off your body as you cried “It's my favourite “. Lifting you like you were some flower he placed you on his lap as his belt adored your writs “ 20 if you mess around or move too much 30 and I . won't. STOP “ he growled.

As you tried to squirm SLAP! it was brutal, ass brining eyes tearing you looked up at him for pity but little did you realise you were just turning him on more “ count “ and SLAP! When you refused to count you felt cold thick fingers near your clit circling lazily and suddenly SLAP !” count slut “ “...one..” you choked out crying now.

After what felt like hours but was only 30 mins your 20 ass smacks were done, ass red and throbbing with pain and pleasure, Geto lay you down slowly on the bed and removed his shirt “Don’t pass out dear we have a long night “ he whispered and pressed a few little kisses on your cheek and forehead and slowly turned them into wet open mouth kisses on your collar bone and chest sucking on your nipple he got naked and removed the belt from your hands “ open your legs love “ he said but you were too busy thinking about your throbbing ass.

The large hands found your jaw and pulled it towards his face “I said open love” The tone you love so much was there “Make me “ you said. You were tired but when he talks with so much command you want to push him more till he breaks you for sure “ bitch don't test me “ he said smacking your thigh as a warning and it was rough.

You slowly opened your thighs with one hand while the other opened your pussy lips “All yours master to use “ you said. Earning a simile from your boyfriend “Even if you did not say that this “ his dick grazed your entrance making you shiver with anticipation “This “ fingers went up to your nipples pulling one “ and this “ his fingers now in your mouth “ suck “ he ordered and watch you sucking his fingers like it was the cock you loved to suck on your knees “ will always be mine ……. whore “ the lusty commanding tone went straight to your core” yes master “.

To everyone, you were the strongest sorcerer and the kindest person and not soo goofy and annoying as your elder brother but only your elder brother's best friend knew the truth you were “ the unhinged slut “ as he termed you.

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works-of-fanfiction · 1 year

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“Give it a Year.” || George Russell x Reader

Summary: George wants to ask the reader an important question, but he has to wait for the right time.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: None.

a/n: hey loves! so it’s been a good year since I last wrote something, but reading everyone’s f1 posts has got me experiencing some serious fomo. I apologise if this isn’t my best work! I’m new to the f1 side of tumblr, but I hope you like this :)

“We’ve only been together a month…” I reminded George, the champagne clearly going to his head, making nonsense spill out of his mouth. He shuffled his feet further up the wall as he adjusted his position, the two of us hanging upside-down on the sofa and giggling maniacally as we polished off our second bottle of the evening. I couldn’t tell if the dizziness was the effect of the champagne or the blood rushing to my head, as I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking it out and sighing deeply.

“Yes, but we’ve known each other for eight.” He protested, nudging my right foot with his left, making me slip down the sofa slightly. I shrieked, quickly reaching down behind my head to catch myself. George snorted with laughter as he slid his hand underneath my head to catch me, giving me a little push so I could regain my balance. I swung my legs to the left, giving me enough momentum to flip my body upright and sit normally. I looked down at George’s red face and his eyes were closed as he drunkenly hummed a tune to himself. I crossed my legs, reaching over to the side table to sip the remnants of my drink from the bottom of the flute.

“George, sit up. The veins in your forehead look like they’re about to pop.” I grabbed his arm, attempting to pull him up, but the alcohol in my system as well as his made his body feel three times heavier. He swung his body back and forth a couple of times, hoisting himself onto the sofa cushion and messily turning around until he landed beside me, his head lazily resting on my shoulder.

“So what do you say? Summer wedding?” He suggested, planting a kiss between my neck and shoulder, his lips rubbing against my t-shirt. I pushed his head off of me, catching him by his chest and holding him in front of me. He blinked slowly, his mouth upturned in an almost perfectly crescent-shaped smile like a cartoon. “Be my wife.”

“You’re drunk, George.”

“So are you!”

“Not drunk enough to get engaged.” I stood up and shakily took both glasses to the sink, rinsing them quickly and leaving them in the bathroom. The hotel room was stuffy and hot, the humid air coming through the window doing us no favours. With no hesitation, I slipped my shorts off and stumbled back to the sofa in just my underwear and t-shirt, fanning myself with my hands. “I bet you use that line on all the girls.”

“Which girls?” George sat up, mouth agape, feigning shock. “Not everyone is special enough to warrant a proposal!”

“What? And I am?”

“Absolutely.” He lunged forward and grabbed my hand, pressing a wet kiss to my palm then the tip of my forefinger. I smiled, his lips tickling my skin and the alcohol only making me more sensitive to his touch. “I’ll get you to say ‘yes’ one day.”

“Give it a year.”

“A year! That’s too long.”

“You are so impatient! Deep down, the George Russell I know would be disappointed if I said yes too easily. We both know you’d want to plan it out properly.” I pinched his cheek and he drew back, looking down and laughing.

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re totally right.” He admitted, his hands finding my knees to trace patterns on them. I flinched at first but settled into it, letting silence wash over our intoxicated selves.

“Shall we go to bed?” I asked quietly. George nodded and pressed his nose against my arm like a sleepy pet cat. “Let’s try and get some sleep. I’ll put the fan on.”

“Should I wear the white or the black?” I pondered, asking George for the second time as I stood in front of the mirror and switched between the two shirts on their hangers. “The black makes me look slimmer, but the white is better for this weather.”

George scoffed, and I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror behind me, shaking his head. “What’s so funny?” I asked, turning around and dropping both shirts down to my sides. “This is the penultimate race of the season! This is an important choice.”

“Do you know how ridiculous you sound? ‘The black makes me look slimmer.’” He mocked, adopting a higher voice which sounded nothing like me. “You know you look great in either, but white would be the better choice.”

“White it is.” I smiled, tucking the black one back into the closet and slipping the white shirt over my head. I looked back in the mirror and smoothed it out, tucking one side into my jeans to give it a little more shape. George appeared behind me, hands on my hips and chin resting on my head.

“You wear the Mercedes shirt better than me.” He kissed my hair as he gave my hips a gentle squeeze. “I have a good feeling about today.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he buried his face into the back of my hair, pulling me closer so my back was flush against his chest. Watching him in the mirror made me feel somewhat shy, so I closed my eyes and leaned against him, enjoying the last few minutes before we had to leave.

I tapped his hand twice, prompting him to stand back and let go. “We need to get going.” I said, throwing my bag over my shoulder before passing George his backpack. I quickly scanned the room to ensure we hadn’t forgotten anything, then followed him out of the door.

The routine was the same as always. We arrived at the track a good few hours before the race and George disappeared as usual. I mingled a little and spoke to those I recognised, before finding a table in hospitality and settling in. More friendly faces came and went as the time passed, and I was just happy to be out of the humidity and under some air-conditioning. I’ve always enjoyed our race day routine. I join George as much as I can and try to catch as many of his races as possible, and I’m just happy to be present and supporting him. It doesn’t matter to me how long everything takes. I like looking around each circuit and taking in the different layouts, watching the teams do press and catching up with everyone. I still feel like an excited kid with a VIP pass every time I walk through the gates.

Time seemed to fly, and before I knew it, I was stood by George wishing him luck for the last time before the race. “Starting in pole, I’m so proud of you.” I beamed, stretching up to press a kiss to his cheek. His lips were pressed into a tight smile, his eyes still flicking around nervously at everyone; the other drivers, mechanics, reporters. His suit hung on his hips as he clung onto his drink, fighting the urge to chew on the straw. “Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not.” He snapped out of his little trance, his eyes finally meeting mine. I smiled, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “I’m good. I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’ll be here when you cross the finish line.”

“I know.” Someone drifted past him and took his drink away, swapping it out for his helmet. He tucked it under his arm and ducked down to kiss me, lightly pecking my lips followed by the corner of my mouth as he always does. “I love you. Thank you for being here.”

“Ditto. Now go.” I patted his chest and he flashed me one more smile before merging into the crowd. I went and found my seat and snapped a few pictures to commemorate the day. The wait for the race to start always feels like the longest minutes of my life. I think it’s probably down to a mixture of nerves and excitement. I love to see George race and do what he loves, but I can’t help being a little nervous for him every time. You couldn’t pay me enough money to get in one of those cars!

I still remember the first race I ever attended by George’s side. I pretty much latched onto him at the start of the day and didn’t let go until he was being pulled away to get into his car. I felt so out of place and didn’t know how to behave around everyone. He introduced me to so many people and all I could do was smile and nod at everything they were saying as if I understood every word. I was far too nervous to speak more than a couple sentences at a time, and I was dreading the moment I had to see him shoot off at such a dangerous speed. It’s a weird feeling seeing the one you love squeezing into that driver’s seat. Your heart swells with pride whilst your head spins at all the possibilities of what could happen on the track. I remember waving at him like a parent seeing off their child, scared to take my eyes off of him for one second. His family had joined us later that day and tried to whisk me away and calm me down. I had updates coming through my phone in case I missed any announcements on the track itself, and any whispers amongst the crowd pricked at my ears if I heard so much as the number 63 mentioned. I’ve gotten more used to it now and witnessed my fair share of hiccups and accidents in the races, but they don’t come without their tears and me eventually scolding George for making me worry.

The cars found their starting positions soon after the formation lap. I quickly slid my arms into the jacket George had given me, the sleeves stretching way past my hands so I rolled them up the best I could, making sure not to take my eyes off the track. Seconds later, the lights went out and all twenty drivers disappeared from view, the rumbling engines and screeching tyres growing further away. My eyes stayed fixed on the track, waiting for George’s car to pass by. The first lap always feels the longest, and I won’t lie and say I don’t sit with my fingers crossed waiting for those few seconds when he flies past me and into the distance once again.

By the last few laps, I was on the edge of my seat and praying for George to keep his position at the front. When the chequered flag waved above his car, I sprung out of my seat and squealed, hands coming from every direction to pat me on the shoulders and celebrate with me. I dashed out of my seat, squeezing past everyone on my row and practically diving down the stairs. The entire Mercedes team bolted out of the garage, hugging each other and jumping up and down excitedly at their 1-2 finish.

As soon as George emerged from his car, he threw his hands up in the air, evoking more screams and applause from the crowd. My hands started to feel sore from the constant clapping, but all I could focus on was George and the team relishing in their moment. It felt like forever until he finally reached where I was standing, hugging and shaking hands with several mechanics. He took his helmet off and passed it to the first pair of hands he could find, tugging his balaclava off and shaking his hair out. He scanned the crowd and found me standing at the back, waiting for him to come over. Smiling from ear-to-ear, he weaved through the mass of people and reached out to grab me. I leapt into his arms and he spun me around three times before putting me down and holding my face in his hands. “We did it, Y/N. We did it.” He spoke quietly so only I could hear, his thumbs lightly squeezing my cheeks as he pulled me in for a kiss. His face was sweaty but I didn’t care. I could hardly kiss him properly as I couldn’t alter the grin on my face.

“No, baby. You did it.” I buried my face in his chest and his arms naturally found their way around my neck, holding me close. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest, his body shaking with excitement. “I’m so proud of you.”

He shifted and held me in front of him, squatting to be at eye-level with me. “I’m a race winner… I’m a race winner!” He raised his voice as the reality sunk in. A sea of reporters appeared holding their cameras and microphones, eager to hear from the winner. He gave me a look as if to ask my permission and I nodded enthusiastically.

“This is your moment! Go!” I grabbed his shoulders and flipped him around, nudging him back into the crowd.

Seeing him on the podium was one of the most incredible moments of my life. Lewis and Carlos aimed their champagne at him, soaking him from head to toe. I took probably a hundred photos on my phone, zooming in on his screwed-up face as champagne dripped from his nose and hair. It took nearly an hour for him to finish up in the media pen and taking photos with the team. As soon as he found me again, he pulled me into his driver’s room and sat me down on the sofa. “George, what’s going on? Sit down!” I laughed as he paced the room, unable to calm himself or come to a stop.

“I can’t – not yet. Uh…” He sounded nervous, his fingers digging into his own hips as he dragged his feet along the carpet to his bag in the corner. I tried to see what he was doing but he blocked my view, rummaging around until he sprung back up, back straight and hands behind him.

“George, you’re being weird.”

“Sorry, I’m not trying to be… Gosh, why am I so nervous?”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, about to stand.

“No, no! You stay sat down. I promise I’m OK.”

“OK…” I furrowed my brows, watching him as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He muttered something to himself that I didn’t quite catch, then dropped down to one knee in front of me. I gasped, my back hitting the sofa as he brought his hands around with a small box clutched in his right.

“I’ve been trying to think of the perfect moment to do this for a long time. Since I drunkenly asked you in that hotel room many months ago, it’s been on my mind constantly.” He started, wobbling a little on his knee before finding his balance. “I was going to do it outside earlier but I didn’t want the moment to be lost amongst everything else. I wanted this to just be for us.”

“George…”

“You said to ‘give it a year’. I know it hasn’t quite been that long yet, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I hope you can forgive me.” I playfully slapped his shoulder, making him laugh and inch closer to me. He opened the box and moved it towards me, allowing me to inspect the beautiful diamond inside. My eyes pricked with tears, my cheeks beginning to feel warm and my palms clammy. “Only one thing could make me happier than winning my first race. I love you, Y/N. What do you say to becoming my wife?”

I tried to blink back my tears but it didn’t work. Frantically nodding and with tears streaming down my face, I reached forward and tackled him to the ground, repeating my answer over and over - yes. He grabbed my left arm and brought it over to his so he could slide the ring onto my finger. I sat back and gazed down at my hand in disbelief, the silver band catching the light as I slowly moved my wrist. “It’s beautiful, George. I love it.” I looked back at him and his watery eyes and he scooped me up into another hug, pulling me into his lap and holding me on the floor.

“This is the best day of my life.” He whispered in my ear.

We sat in silence, cherishing the moment and the calm together. We may not have been together a year yet, but I knew what my answer was going to be when he asked me all those months ago. The only reason I didn’t say yes back then was because I wanted to spend a little more time dating George and getting to know him. Little did I know, I can still do that as his wife. And I can’t wait…

#f1 fics #george russell x reader #gr63 x reader #f1 oneshot #f1 x reader

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endless-summer-soldier · 7 months

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something like that - part one [Steve Harrington x Reader]

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

summary: Steve eyes a beautiful stranger at the country fair and he has a feeling she's going to end up being someone special. little does he know, his mysterious stranger is Robin's cousin.

word count: 7.8k

a/n: I have been completely obsessed with Steve Harrington recently and this idea just popped into my head. there will be part two coming soon!

part two

Steve ran a hand through his luscious locks before putting on his wayfarers and stepping out of his BMW. The smell of kettle corn hit him square in the face as he walked into the fair. He felt a little old to be at a kids fair as a rising Hawkins senior, but it was a tradition and the perfect way to send off the summer.

Steve didn’t get very far before being nearly assaulted by his long-haired friend. Eddie wrapped his elbow around Steve’s neck and pulled him close to his chest, threatening to give him a nuggie.

“Don’t do it…” Steve warned.

“Or what?” Eddie challenged. Steve couldn’t see his friend but he could picture the cheshire cat grin spread across his face. Eddie yielded and Steve straightened, instinctually reaching for his hair.

“Relax man, you still look like an adonis.”

“The hair doesn’t just happen naturally, it's a process,” Steve explained.

“Oh I bet,” Eddie teased.

He continued talking but Steve missed every word because in that moment he was distracted by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was wearing a stone-washed denim mini skirt, a navy Chicago Bears T-shirt that was cut at the collar and fell off her shoulder, and a pair of pristine white Keds sneakers. Her hair was teased up in a half up, half down style tied with an orange scrunchie.

“Wow,” Steve said to himself, mesmerized.

“Earth to dingus,” broke his trance. He turned back towards Eddie and saw Robin had joined them.

“What’s that?” he asked, returning to reality.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” Robin asked.

“No,” Steve responded candidly.

Robin sighed and rolled her eyes, “I said my cousin’s visiting from Chicago so be cool.”

“I’m always cool,” Steve responded. He turned back to the ticket line to see if the mysterious Bears fan was still there and was surprised to see she had joined their group, sliding in between him and Robin.

“Hi…hi…hello,” Steve said awkwardly, completely negating his previous claim. Eddie smirked at him and Robin tilted her head and looked at him bemusedly.

“Hey,” she said normally. “I’m Y/N.”

“Yes, this is my cousin Y/N. These are my friends, Eddie and Dingus,” Robin said, providing an introduction.

“Dingus?” she said, looking curiously at Steve.

“It’s Steve,” he said, shooting daggers at Robin.

“Pleasure to meet you Y/N. Shall we?” Eddie asked. He took charge toward the Tilt-a-Whirl and Y/N followed as Robin hung back with him.

“Very cool back there,” Robin teased.

“Shut up.”

“Since when does you freeze up around a pretty girl?”

“She took me by surprise. I saw her from afar before I knew who she was and…I don’t know I just got these butterflies in my stomach. It was like time stood still.”

“You are such a cliche,” she commented.

“I like to use the word romantic.”

“Well don’t waste your time. She’s way out of your league.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s really nothing against you. She lives in the city where there’s a lot more going on. Her life is completely different. Meanwhile we’re stuck here in the middle of nowhere and everyone knows everyone’s business.”

He considered her point, but wasn’t giving up that easily. He just had this feeling that she was…special. Maybe a city girl was what he needed. Someone who had other things on her mind than small town gossip. Maybe she could be his ticket out of Hawkins.

“Does she have a boyfriend?” he asked Robin.

She shook her head, “Not right now.”

A smile spread across his lips, “Then I’m giving it my best shot.”

She knew there was nothing she could say to change his mind. They caught up with Eddie and Y/N at the line for the Tilt-a-Whirl. Y/N was eyeing the ride skeptically.

“I might sit this one out, I don’t do well with spinning,” Y/N announced. Steve knew this was his chance.

“I can wait with you,” Steve volunteered.

“You love the Tilt-a-Whirl,” Eddie commented.

“Oh, you don’t have to wait with me. I’ll be fine,” she protested.

He shrugged, “I’ve been on it a million times. I can sit this one out.”

“Are you sure?” she asked him.

“One hundred percent.” He nodded at Robin and Eddie and they got in line.

“Thanks,” she smiled at him.

“Of course, I wasn’t gonna leave you by yourself when you don’t know anyone here.”

“That’s very sweet of you.”

“And you’re in luck.”

“Oh I am?”

“You are, because now you have a personal tour guide for the Hawkins Fun House.”

“Wow, are you certified to give that tour?”

“Not to brag, but I have lived here my whole life.”

She let out a small laugh and Steve had never heard a more beautiful sound.

“Lead the way,” she smiled. It was a short walk across the fairgrounds to the fun house. Y/N looked with intrigue at every ride and booth that they passed.

“You have fairs like this in the big city?” he asked.

She shook her head, “Not really, not like this. There are some ferris wheels around but nothing as expansive as this.”

“I’m sure the city has a lot of things to offer though.”

“Oh definitely. I love Chicago, but it is nice to come out here every now and then to get away from it all. There’s something appealing about small town life.”

“It gets old quick. I’ve been dreaming about leaving this place since I was kid.”

As they approached the fun house, Steve pulled out his bundle of red tickets and ripped off four. Y/N reached into her pocket for her tickets when Steve placed a gentle hand on her arm.

“I’ve got you,” he said, tearing off two tickets and handing it to her.

“Thanks,” she smiled up at him.

“I wouldn’t be a very good tour guide if I made you use your own tickets.”

“I’ll be sure to mention that in the review at the end.”

“I’d appreciate that,” he joked back. The line was non-existent so they cruised right to the entrance after placing their tickets in the collection bucket.

“Now I should let you know that this is the actual fun house at the end of Grease,” Steve said, doing his best Vanna White showcase.

“Really?” she asked, suddenly interested.

“Well…no. I may have embellished a little,” he smirked as they entered the house. The first obstacle was simple: a portion of the floor that moved up into a slight peak, and then back down. The two navigated it with ease.

“Steve, you’ll make a great lawyer someday,” she commented.

“God I hope not.”

“No? I can see it though. You in an expensive plaid suit, talking your way out of your clients’ problems.”

The next section of flooring moved in two different directions, the left side sliding forward and then back while the right side slid back and then forward. With a few quick steps across they were through.

He scoffed, “My dad would love that but I don’t know if it's for me. I haven’t quite figured out my calling yet.”

“Me neither. I’m just trying to focus on getting into college right now.”

By now, they were walking through a bunch of giant foam cylinders that were hanging from the ceiling. They pushed them aside as they walked through to the next obstacle.

“I don’t even know if college is in the cards for me. It’s like my whole life I’ve had all this pressure put on me to do what my parents want me to do and I never really got to make my own choices. This is the first time when I’ll get to figure things out myself. It’s a little scary,” Steve admitted.

“But it’s also very exciting. Going outside your comfort zone is kind of thrilling.’

He pondered her thought for a moment, “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“I think the best thing you can do is go with your gut and make the best out of every situation.”

“That’s very good advice. You should think about being a therapist.”

She let out a small chortle, “My mom is a therapist. So that is probably years of listening to her counseling wearing off on me.”

They paused at the next obstacle, a set of small spinning discs that they had to walk across. He checked on Y/N, knowing she didn’t like spinning, but before he could hold out a hand to help her across, she was jumping along the discs like they were stepping stones across a creek. She turned back toward him and said, “You coming?” He followed her lead, navigating the discs with ease. Next they reached a jungle of bungee cords, arranged in a way that forced them to climb and duck through to the other side. Steve led the way, pushing aside some of the cords for Y/N.

“So I have to ask, are you a Bears fan?” he asked her.

“Huge Bears fan,” she replied, “I don’t miss a game.” They emerged from the bungee jungle and she added, “If you tell me you’re a Packers fan, I don’t think I can talk to you anymore.”

He let out a laugh, “Don’t worry, I was born and raised a Bears fan.”

“Good answer,” she smiled. “How do you feel about the Colts moving to Indianapolis?” He was impressed with her football knowledge. Most of the girls in Hawkins couldn’t even name an NFL team.

“I’m all for it. I’m certainly not becoming a Colts fan, but if it means I can see some more games in person, I’m happy about it.”

They looked at the next obstacle ahead of them, which appeared to be a normal walkway. As they started walking across, a jet of compressed air went off. The noise and rush of air startled the two of them. Y/N instinctually grabbed his hand and pulled him across the walkway.

They stood there on the landing, flushed and giggling. Y/N had realized she had grabbed this near stranger’s hand and casually dropped it, changing the subject to avoid any further awkwardness.

“Have you been to a Bears game?” she asked.

“Just once, I was probably seven or eight. My dad surprised me one day with tickets. We drove the few hours up to Chicago and had pretty good seats near the sidelines. The Bears played the Vikings and ended up winning in the last few minutes. It was one of the best days of my life.” Despite sharing this happy memory, Steve didn’t seem to recall it with fondness.

She picked up on his facial expression, “Is there more to that story?”

“Am I that transparent?” he asked.

She shrugged, “I’m good at reading people.”

He sighed, feeling this strange compulsion to open up to her. “Years later, I found out that my dad only took me to that game because one of his clients cancelled last minute. So I spent years thinking my dad planned out this whole day for me, when I was just his plan B.”

“That’s really shitty,” she said, empathetically.

He let out a laugh at her comment. “It is, isn’t it.”

“I’m really sorry that happened to you.” The look in her eyes was genuine and he could tell she meant it.

“I can’t believe I just opened up about my dad to someone I just met. Are you sure you don’t want to be a therapist.”

She let out a laugh, “I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” The next section of the fun house was a mirror maze. You had to navigate through, finding the correct pathway while being surrounded by mirrors that caused confusion.

“Now this is the hard part,” he said, putting on his tour guide voice. “You don’t want to go through too fast because you might run head first into a mirror.”

“Do you speak from experience there?”

“It’s possible,” he laughed.

Y/N walked into the mirror maze first and Steve followed behind her. She navigated with a sense of precision, analyzing all her options before making a route decision. As she continued through, she gained more confidence and started walking faster.

“If it’s any consolation…” she started, turning around to finish her statement. She zigged when she should have zagged and Steve wasn’t paying attention to their route, too focused on the sparkling green eyes looking up at him. Y/N walked backwards into a mirror and Steve didn’t have time to react. He ended up pinning her to the mirror, his hands placed on her shoulders out of reaction.

There was a moment where their eyes connected in such close proximity and Steve almost leaned in further. But he caught himself, not wanting to come across too strong. He took a step back, but left his hands on her shoulders, searching her eyes for any signs of pain, which he didn’t find.

“What were you saying?” he asked, hoping this would keep them moving through the maze. It was difficult to be this close to her, to take in the scent of her perfume, without acting on his impulses.

She shook her head, as if bringing herself out of a daze. “Oh, um, just the next time you’re in Chicago I’ll take you to a game. As a first choice.”

He smiled at her, “I’d like that.” He took his hands off her shoulders and she walked past him in the other direction. He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and followed her out of the maze.

The final section of the fun house was dedicated to a section of curved mirrors. When Y/N reached the last one, Steve stood next to her and they laughed at their distorted reactions. The effect of the mirror inflated Y/N’s head but emphasized Steve’s lower half.

“What a cute couple,” Steve commented.

“It’s perfect, your ass distracts from my nose,” Y/N added, referring to their exaggerated reflections. Still, hearing her talk about his ass made him blush ever so slightly. They walked towards the exit of the fun house which was a giant spinning cylinder that you had to walk through.

“Now this is the barrel of love. It’s tradition to hold hands when you walk through.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked, slightly skeptical of his assertion.

“Yeah, my mom always held my hand when we walked through it.” While this fact was true, he knew she wouldn’t be able to turn him down.

“Do you use that on all your dates when you take them through the fun house?”

“You’re the first girl I’ve taken through here.”

She studied him, trying to figure him out, “Do you honestly expect me to believe you have hair like that and haven’t dated anyone?”

“Oh I’ve dated girls, but no one who I’ve deemed worthy to share the fun house with.”

“So you brought me, some random girl you just met?”

“You’re special.” She squinted, trying to figure out what he meant by that. So he added, “You’re a Bears fan,” as if it was obvious. That elicited a smile out of her and she warmed back up.

He walked toward her and held out his hand, which she eventually took. They walked through the barrel of love, hand in hand, smiles on their faces, and Steve thought if he died in this moment, he would die happy.

Once they were back on the grass, Steve turned to her and said, “How did you like it?”

“I loved it. I’ve never been through a fun house before.”

“Just like Grease, right?”

“Pretty close. You could definitely convince some future dates that this is a famous Fun House.”

“Oh, I can’t take any other girls in there,” he added.

“Why not?”

“Because it’ll always remind me of you.” They were still holding hands and he looked towards her as he said this. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, and she looked away but kept a firm grip on his hand.

“You barely know me,” she deflected.

“But I want to.”

“I don’t even know your last name.”

“Harrington. And are you a Buckley?”

“I am not. My last name is Y/L/N. Robin’s mom and my Dad are siblings.”

“Are you two close?”

“Yeah, considering we really only see each other a few times a year. I grew up with brothers so Robin is the closest I’ve had to a sister.”

As they passed several food stands, Y/N eyed the menus, realizing now how hungry she was.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Actually yes.”

“Then I know just the place.” Steve led the way, Y/N’s hand clutched tight in his. He never wanted to let go of her. They wove through the crowd as Steve navigated to the food stand he was looking for.

“Have you ever had a corn dog before?”

“I haven’t. We have a pretty specific formula for hot dogs in Chicago.”

“That settles it. We’re getting corndogs.” Steve walked up to the window and ordered them two corn dogs. He didn’t want to let go of her hand, but he had to grab his wallet from his back pocket. Once he paid, he handed the first corn dog over to Y/N and then took the second for himself. He led her over toward the condiment table where they took turns zig-zagging mustard over the breading.

Y/N grabbed a few napkins and they found a table to sit and eat for a minute. Steve opted for the seat next to her as opposed to the bench across from her and she didn’t seem to mind. He watched as she took her first bite, waiting for her reaction.

She nodded, “Okay, I see the appeal. This is pretty good.”

“It’s classic fair food, I had to give you the full experience.” As Steve took his first bite, he didn’t notice when a glob of mustard fell onto his perfectly clean white shirt. Y/N spotted it immediately and grabbed one of her napkins.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” she joked, as she wiped the mustard off his right pectoral.

“You’re one to talk,” Steve said, he brought the edge of his thumb to the corner of her mouth, where a smudge of mustard was waiting to be wiped.

“Thanks,” she grinned at him. She wasn’t sure when she got so comfortable with a complete stranger. He had this magnetism and she felt herself constantly wanting to be near him. She was intrigued by this small town boy and she wanted to know more.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she saw movement coming from the bench across from them.

“There you guys are! I should’ve known you’d be by the food.” Robin and Eddie had found them. Steve didn’t even realize how long they’d been gone.

“Sorry, I had to introduce Y/N to her first ever corn dog.”

All that Y/N had left remaining of the corn dog was the stick. “I hated it,” she joked.

“Well, Eddie and I were just talking about hitting up some of the games. Care to join?”

Steve looked to Y/N, letting her respond to the question. The smile on his face grew even further when she agreed. All he wanted to do was win her a prize.

The quartet made their way through each booth, partaking in ring toss, balloon darts, and carefully selecting a rubber duck from a flowing makeshift river in the hopes there was a star sticker placed on the bottom. Despite the countless tickets that were forfeited, the group had yet to collect any prizes, and Steve was not having that. Eddie and Robin were challenging each other in the shooting gallery, the competition rising with every round, but Steve had his sights set on another booth.

He lightly tapped Y/N on the shoulder and signaled for her to follow him. She did without question and they landed at the milk bottle stand. There was a pyramid of three milk bottles on a platform and three baseballs placed in front of the structure.

“Alright, what prize do you have your eye on?” he asked her.

She studied the border of the stand and pointed to an aquamarine stuffed bear with a shooting star on its white belly.

“The Care Bear?” he asked for clarification.

She shrugged and said, “They’re cute.”

He held up his hands and said, “No judgment here.” Steve called over the teen manning the booth and handed over his tickets, receiving three baseballs in the exchange.

“Steve, isn’t this game like notoriously rigged?”

“It is, but I know the strategy to win.”

“Oh you do?”

“I can’t tell you what it is, but I can show you.” Steve took the first baseball in his hand and threw it up a few inches in the air, getting a feel for the ball. He wound up and released, easily knocking the right hand bottle off the platform. The top bottle fell and landed on its side, still sitting on the platform in front of the bottle on the left. Steve picked up the second projectile and didn’t hesitate as he pitched it straight at the horizontal bottle. The resting bottle spun with force as it slid off the pedestal, taking the upright milk bottle with it.

“And that’s how it's done,” Steve smiled at Y/N. The booth attendant rolled his eyes before pulling down the Care Bear in the top corner. He handed the prize to Steve, who immediately handed it to Y/N.

The two looked at the stuffed bear, realizing it was some sort of knock off Care Bear with the eyes sewn crookedly, giving it a somewhat deranged appearance.

“Aw, he’s so ugly. I love him,” Y/N, squeezing the cheaply stuffed creature. “Every time I look into his crossed eyes, I’ll remember the moment Steve Harrington defied the odds of the milk bottle stand.” She looked up at him with a smile and he thought maybe this was his moment to make a move, but he was interrupted when Robin and Eddie found them again.

“What a creepy looking bear,” Eddie declared.

“He’s an original,” Y/N defended.

“We’re thinking one more ride and then we’ll head to the lake,” Robin offered. Y/N nodded her head in agreement and Steve had to hide his smile. He was glad Y/N wasn’t planning on leaving them after the fair.

Steve scanned around the fairgrounds, thinking through what the best last ride would be when his eye caught the Tunnel of Love across that way. How could he get her there? Eddie and Robin would never go for it, but could he sneak away from them…

“Don’t even think about it,” Robin whispered in his ear, as if reading his mind.

“Ferris wheel?” Eddie suggested. They all nodded in agreement and headed toward the center of the park. There was a bit of a line, but it always moved quickly. Steve noticed the sun was just about to set and he thought if he played his cards right, he could time this out perfectly. As they moved through the line, Steve tried to position himself near Y/N so that they would end up in the same car. But as soon as they got to the front of the line, Robin foiled his plans. She slid past Steve and grabbed Y/N’s hand, dragging her into the next cart.

Steve let out a frustrated sigh and watched as his friend stole away his perfect moment. Y/N looked back toward him with a sorry smile.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me,” Eddie commented, as they walked into the next cart.

“I don’t know why Robin is hell bent on cock blocking me.”

“She’s just trying to protect her cousin. You’d do the same thing.”

“Yeah but it’s me. She knows I’m harmless.”

“Well then maybe she’s trying to protect you.”

“Me? From what?”

“From falling in love,” Eddie suggested.

“I think it might be too late for that,” Steve admitted.

“Such a hopeless romantic,” Eddie tsked. They were moving up toward the top of the wheel and the sunset painted the sky a beautiful watercolor of pink, purple, and orange.

“You ever met someone you just instantly connect with? Someone who is so easy to be around and who you want to spend every second with? Someone you want to know everything about?”

Eddie pondered for a moment, “No. But I believe that it happens.” Steve looked out hopelessly at the sunset, thinking of nothing but the beautiful girl in the Bears shirt.

“Can I give you some advice?” Eddie asked.

“Sure. But no promises that I’ll follow it.”

“That’s fair,” Eddie agreed. “Just enjoy tonight. Don’t think about what happens when she goes back to Chicago. Be appreciative that you get to spend time with her now. And trust that if things are meant to be, they’ll happen.”

Steve considered his words carefully and realized Eddie’s advice was surprisingly high quality.

“That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“See? This is why you keep me around.”

The ferris wheel completed its last lap and started slowing down, allowing the riders ample time to unload, and soon they were off the ride. They circled up at the exit and walked together back toward the field of parked cars.

“You guys need a lift to the lake?” Eddie offered to Robin and Y/N. Steve shot daggers at him, slightly annoyed that he was losing even more time with the out-of-towner he fancied.

“Yeah, that’d be great!” Robin exclaimed.

“I’ll meet you guys there,” Steve commented, diverting from the group.

“Oh shit, I just remembered I took out the back seats of the van to make room for Gareth’s drum set. Harrington, do you mind driving Y/N?”

Eddie gave Steve a knowing look and Steve made a mental note to thank his friend later. “Yeah, no problem,” Steve replied, hoping he played it cool.

Eddie and Robin took off down the row of cars while Steve started walking in the other direction with Y/N.

“Thanks for driving me,” she smiled, accidentally grazing her shoulder with his bicep as she walked next to him.

“Well I couldn’t let you roll around in the back of Eddie’s van. You’re probably better off with me anyway. Eddie’s van always seems to be a few miles away from its next breakdown.”

They approached Steve’s car and he unlocked the doors and quickly ran to the passenger side to open the door for her.

“Oh yeah, I think I’ll be much more comfortable in the beemer.” Steve was suddenly embarrassed by his flashy car. It wasn’t his first choice, he would’ve much preferred something a little more…normal.

“It used to be my dad’s. He decided he wanted a new car and he gave me this one.”

“Seems very generous,” she commented.

“Eh, I think it was just another way for him to flash his money. Giving his teenage son a BMW.”

“Well at least you have a car. I don’t even know how to drive. I have to take the bus everywhere.”

“I’ll teach you how to drive,” he immediately offered.

She scoffed, “You’re gonna teach me how to drive in the next…sixteen hours?”

“Sure, come take the wheel and I’ll walk you through it.” Steve got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. Y/N was still sitting in the front seat when Steve opened the door.

“Steve, I am not driving your BMW,” she laughed.

“Why not? This is the perfect place to learn. It’s a small town, the roads aren’t that crowded. And I’m a great teacher.”

“I don’t even have my permit,” she protested.

Steve shrugged, unfazed. “So? You’re not gonna get pulled over here.” She looked like she was debating things in her mind. “Come on, live a little,” he nudged. She looked up at him and sighed, knowing she couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay,” she said in disbelief. She climbed out of the front seat and walked around to sit behind the wheel.

She sat behind the car and Steve told her how to move the seat up so that her feet could reach the pedals.

“Now, before we get started, what sort of driving experience do you have?”

“None?” she offered with a tight smile.

“Bumper cars?” he suggested.

She shook her head, “Okay, no problem.” He started on the basics, explaining the difference between the gas and the clutch and how to operate the stick shift. Y/N sat there, mesmerized with the ease in which he explained everything. It all made sense but understanding the theory of driving and doing it were two separate things.

“Okay, you’re going to gently tap on the clutch as you turn the keys to start the car.” She nodded her head and followed his instruction. The car started humming with ease and Y/N turned to Steve with a brilliant smile on her face. He could have melted right then and there. “That’s perfect. Now keep your foot on the clutch and move into first gear. We’ll start slow until we get out of the lot.” She did as he instructed and the car was slowly moving as she pressed the gas. Steve talked her through her first turn, which took more effort than she was expecting. Once she was on the road, he talked her into a gear shift and she drove faster. She seemed nervous but exhilarated and Steve calmly talked her through all the motions, giving her more than enough time to follow his instructions. Before they knew it, they were pulling into the gravel lot that led to Lovers’ Lake. He talked her through how to put the car in park and once she cut the engine, she turned to him with a look of pure joy.

“I did it,” she smiled.

“Of course you did.”

She turned and looked at the steering wheel, “I was sure I was going to crash into something.” She fixed her gaze back on Steve, “You really are a great teacher.”

“You’re a really great student,” was what came out of his mouth. It wasn’t his finest comment but it didn’t seem to matter. She was looking at him with a sense of wonder. He leaned in a bit, thinking this could be his opening when he was interrupted by an insistent knock on his window. Robin’s face was pressed up on the glass and he could hear her say “What took you so long?”

Y/N let out a sigh and got out of the car. “Steve let me drive,” she provided as an explanation.

“But you don’t know how to drive,” Robin commented.

“She does now,” Steve smiled, sending a quick look Y/N’s way. Robin snaked her arm through her cousin’s and walked her toward the lake, filling her in on what she needed to know about the lake crowd.

“I owe you one,” Steve said, patting Eddie on the back.

“You owe me nothing. I just like to see my friends happy.”

“When did you become such a sap?” Steve teased.

“You must be wearing off on me.” The two boys approached the edge of the lake where their peers were already sipping beers and starting a bonfire.

Robin was introducing Y/N to a few of her classmates and Steve made his rounds and grabbed a beer from the cooler. He wanted to go scoop Y/N up again, but he decided to wait until Robin had a few beers in her and would be distracted by her crush on Vickie. So he hung back with Eddie.

He wasn’t sure what they talked about or how long they stayed there, but Steve hit the point when he needed another beer so he left Eddie in favor of the cooler. As he cracked a fresh can of Budweiser, he felt a chill go up his spine and he scanned the crowd, looking for his dream girl. Sure enough, she was still here but Robin was no longer by her side. She had been cornered by Billy Hargrove and he knew nothing good would come from this. He took a big sip of his beer for courage and walked over there.

“This guy bothering you?” Steve called over to Y/N as he approached the duo. Y/N looked at him with relieved eyes and he knew he interjected at the right time.

“Harrington, what a lovely surprise,” Billy said sarcastically, turning to face Steve.

“Leave her alone, Billy. She’s not interested,” he said, standing in a protective stance in front of Y/N.

“And how would you know?”

“Because there is no way a girl that beautiful is single,” he said.

“It’s okay if you’re not single. It can be our little secret,” Billy whispered the last part.

“I know this might come as a shock to you, but some of us have morals. So go take your lingering gaze somewhere else,” Steve asserted. Bucky stared him down, calculating if it was worth his time to stay and fight back or if he had a better chance getting laid elsewhere. The latter option seemed to win out as he crushed his lit cigarette under his boot and left them with “Your loss.”

He wandered off, in search of his next target and Steve turned around to face Y/N.

“Did Robin not warn you about him?” Steve asked.

“She did, but he sort of pulled a sneak attack and before I could get myself out of it, you saved me.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that douchebag.”

“It’s okay. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Do you need another one of those?” he asked, signaling to her empty beer. She nodded and the two of them walked back to the supply of alcohol. Steve grabbed a beer for her and another for himself and they cracked them together and took long sips.

“Um, Steve,” she called, getting his attention, “I don’t have a boyfriend. Just so you know.”

He nodded at her, “I know, but Billy doesn’t need to know that,” Steve grinned. She felt the need to clarify her relationship status. That had to be a good thing, right? By this point, the sky was dark and the only light was coming from the bonfire. He noticed a quick shiver run through Y/N and he knew it would only get worse as the temperature dropped.

“Are you cold?” he asked. Her face told him she was but she struggled to respond. “I’m fine,” she said.

“I don’t believe you,” he commented. He nudged his head to the right, where his car was parked, and started walking over there. She followed in his wake and as soon as he reached the car, he opened the door to the backseat and pulled out a light gray Members Only jacket. He shook it out before wrapping the jacket around her shoulders.

She considered protesting, but she was grateful for the extra layer and the smell of Steve’s cologne surrounding her.

“Thanks,” she smiled. She easily slid her arms into the sleeves, and hugged the jacket around her. Steve started back towards the group of teens when Y/N lightly grabbed his arm to stop him. He felt tingles shoot up his arm at her touch and instinctively turned around to make sure she was okay.

“Um, is there somewhere else we could go. Maybe a little more…quiet?”

“Yeah, yeah. I can, uh, I’ll show you my favorite spot.” He held out his hand and felt butterflies in his stomach when she took it and leaned in close to him.

“Sorry, it’s just been a lot of new people and I feel like I’ve been repeating myself all night.”

“No worries. I can only imagine. We don’t get a lot of outsiders here.” They walked to the edge of the lake and away from the noise of the party.

“It’s so pretty out here,” she sighed, looking out over the moonlit lake.

“Yeah it’s sort of become our spot this summer. People come to hang out on the weekend and the cops kind of turn a blind eye to it.”

“That’s awesome. We have Lake Michigan but it's nothing like this. And we definitely couldn’t drink like this out there. We usually just cram into someone’s basement, which gets old really fast.”

“I would kill to experience something like that,” Steve said, imagining growing up in the city.

She chuckled, “The grass is always greener right?”

“Do you want to leave the city?”

“Eventually. I’ve always had that dream of a house in the suburbs with the white picket fence. Just somewhere nice and safe to raise some kids.”

Steve smiled and nodded at her, having a similar goal. “I feel the same way. But I’d love to spend a few years in the city.”

“You should. It’s fun. There’s always something going on.”

“Maybe I’ll figure my life out and get there someday,” he suggested.

“You will,” she encouraged. Steve skimmed the rocky shore, searching for a flat stone that he could skip across the water.

“You ever skip rocks?” Steve asked.

She smiled and nodded, “My dad showed me when I was little.”

“I come out here to skip rocks sometimes. It helps me think.” He picked up a smooth rock and side armed it so it skimmed across the water, skipping four times. Y/N followed his lead, tossing her own rock that skipped five times, landing just past his. He looked at her with an impressed smile.

“What do you think about?” she asked.

He skipped another rock and said, “Life. Where I want to go to college. What I want to do with my life. How I’m gonna be a disappointment to my parents.” He hung his head at that last part.

She turned her gaze to him and placed a gentle hand on his arm, “Hey, you don’t know that.”

“I just don’t see any world where I’m good enough.”

“Steve,” she said gently, saddened by his words. “I don’t know you very well, but in just a few hours I can tell you succeed in anything you put your mind to. Hell, you taught me how to drive in about 20 minutes.” A small smile squeaked out. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” she added.

“Spoken like a true therapist,” he joked.

“Hey, I don’t know. I might have a future in rock skipping.” She tossed another stone across the water and counted seven jumps before it sank to the bottom.

“I know, you’re embarrassing me here,” Steve skipped another stone, only landing four skips. “You probably could’ve won yourself a Care Bear.”

“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have the opportunity to tell my friends about the cute Indiana boy who won me a teddy bear.”

Steve was blushing and fighting the smile creeping up his face. Y/N looked up at him with another smile.

“Can I ask you something?” she said, turning towards him.

“Yeah, anything.”

“Are you gonna make a move?” She asked bluntly. The beer had definitely given her a little more confidence and Steve was surprised to be called out.

“Do you want me to make a move?” he asked. He stopped looking for rocks and focused his attention on her.

“I thought I made that pretty clear,” she said, taking one step closer to him.

“Well I didn’t want to make any assumptions,” he said, moving even closer. They were inches away and he couldn’t get enough of the smell of her perfume.

“I only ask because I will make the first move, but guys don’t always take well to that.” She was looking up at him, their faces inches away.

“Those guys are morons. There is nothing sexier than a girl who goes after what she wants.”

A mischievous smile spread across her face. She grabbed the collar of his white T-shirt and pulled him slowly into her. When his mouth was millimeters away from hers, she angled her head up ever so slightly and leaned into him, her lips softly grazing his in an extremely sensual kiss. Steve could’ve sworn he imagined the whole thing. Her grip on his T-shirt was the only signal to him that this was real. Sure, he had kissed girls before, but never like this. The kiss was tender, yet filled with so much tension and yearning. He felt tingles down to his toes. She teased his lips with a quick brush of her tongue and then she carefully pulled away, much to his dismay. He kept his lips pouted and his eyes closed, hoping she would pull him back in again. After a second, he opened his eyes and saw her standing in front of him with her bottom lip nestled between her teeth. She was awaiting a verdict before she progressed any further.

“I’ve been waiting all night to do that,” he grinned like a child.

“Really?” she cooed.

He simply nodded his head and said, “From the moment I saw you. And then I talked to you and found out you’re an amazing person and I knew I was doomed.”

She blushed and smiled up at him. Her hand dropped from his shirt and Steve scooped it up into his before it brushed along her side.

“Can we do that again?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

This time, he took the lead. He placed his free hand on her neck and leaned in close, connecting their lips with a careful urgency. He took her hand he was holding and guided it to his shoulder, so that he could place his hand on her hip. He deepened the kiss, seeking access to her pretty mouth which she granted. The second his tongue entered her mouth she let out an unconscious moan and Steve immediately felt his jeans get tighter. All the build up and sexual tension throughout the night was worth it for this very moment.

He wanted nothing more than to keep this going, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself, and she wasn’t a girl he wanted to have hurried sex with in the woods. Steve tried to slow things down, not wanting to rush into anything. And as much as he wanted to kiss her forever, he also wanted to treasure the little time he had with her and to get to know her better.

He slowly pulled away, planting small pecks on his lips as he did.

“As much as I would love to continue kissing you all night, we should slow down before I lose control of myself.”

She blushed and peered down at her shoes, before making eye contact with Steve again. She nodded, agreeing with his sentiment. He gave her another peck on the lips and ran his hand down her cheek as he said, “You are so beautiful.” They stood there for a moment, just standing in their shared bubble and baring into each other's souls.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Steve ran back to his car, and searched through his trunk, hoping to find what he was looking for. He smiled when he located his beach blanket and pulled it out of the back. He ran back to Y/N on the shore of the lake, laid out the blanket and sat down, ushering her toward him. He laid back on the blanket and guided her head to his chest. Then he pulled out his walkman and turned the volume all the way up. The music played out of his headphones but it was loud enough for the two of them to hear it.

They laid there together, looking up at the stars and making easy conversation. Steve didn’t want this night to end. He took Eddie’s advice to heart, and enjoyed the present moment, doing everything he could to commit her smell to memory. She ran easy fingers over his chest as he played with her hair, planting the occasional kiss on the top of her head.

Their bubble broke too soon, as Robin called for Y/N, letting her know their ride was there. She let out a sigh as she sat up, not wanting this moment to end.

“I think that’s my cue,” she said sadly. Steve stood and helped her onto her feet.

“Thank you Steve. This is truly a night I will remember for the rest of my life. I’m really glad I met you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug and he gripped her waist and picked her up off the group ever so slightly. As he returned her to the ground, she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him with the biggest smile. He leaned in to give her a deep goodbye kiss, one that he hoped evoked all the emotions he was feeling. Their dramatic goodbye was interrupted yet again by Robin, calling out the two love birds.

“Can I, like, get your number or something?” he asked her.

She sighed and looked down, “Tonight was absolutely perfect. But I don’t want to complicate it or ruin it. If things are meant to work out between us, they will. For now, let’s just see where we end up.”

He leaned his forehead against hers in disappointment, “You’re killing me, you know that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just not our time yet.” He knew she was right, a long distance relationship wouldn’t be enough for him. He wanted to see her every day and talk about nothing. So for now, he would look back on this night with fondness.

“Goodbye Steve. Thank you for making my trip to Hawkins memorable.” She gave his hand one tight squeeze and then she ran off to her cousin. Steve watched her go, hoping he didn’t regret not fighting harder for her. When he returned to his car, he smiled when he had to adjust the seat of his car back to its normal position. As he drove home, he replayed every minute of the night, wanting to remember every single second. He was glad he waited until the end of the night to initiate anything. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable and rush her into anything.

When he pulled into the driveway, he didn’t even feel close to tired. It was like he just left a concert, the buzz and adrenaline rush running through him as his ears were gently ringing. He kept thinking about how special she was and he sincerely hoped he would see her again. As he turned off the ignition, he reached into the back seat to grab his jacket, only to find that it wasn’t there. It registered that his jacket was still wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders when she departed. What he did feel in the backseat was a stuffed animal. He turned around and was pleasantly surprised to find Wish Bear sitting in his backseat. He let out a small laugh and shook his head, before grabbing the stuffed animal to bring inside.

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Stuck With You

Sebastian Stan x Reader One Shot

A/N: This might be the fantasy of every Seb fan out there 😆 Just a little something I wrote for fun that will hopefully put a smile on your face. Enjoy 😊

Summary: What happens when you get stuck in an elevator with the one and only Sebastian Stan? 😁

Warning: fluff, some cursing

Word count: 8.3k

Read more of my One Shots here.

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Chrysler Building, New York, July 2023, 9 am

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The sound of heels clacking on the marble floors echoed throughout the main lobby. A pair of feet wearing black closed toe high heel shoes walked swiftly across the hall towards the elevators.

Five more minutes! Y/n glanced at her watch in panic. When she looked up she saw the only elevator that was still open was about to be closed, so she decided to run.

“Hold the elevator, please!” She shouted.

A hand shot out from the elevator and held the elevator door open. She slipped inside and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” She looked up at whoever held the elevator door open and felt like her heart just stopped.

“You're welcome.” The person smiled at her and she felt like her knees were about to give way.

She couldn't believe her eyes. After ten years living in New York, she finally met him! The love of her life!

She leaned back onto the elevator wall, trying to keep herself together while inside she was hyperventilating.

The person furrowed his perfect eyebrows at her and spoke in the most gentle voice she had ever heard. “Are you.. okay?”

“Y.. yeah..” she stammered, her heart still beating so fast in her chest and her palms started to sweat.

Get yourself together, d****t! She scolded herself internally and took a deep breath.

“Okay.” The person nodded and smiled again then turned his attention towards the elevator door.

The elevator dinged then stopped. Another person standing next to her excused herself and went out of the elevator. She didn't even realize there was someone next to her, so focused she was at the love of her life. She looked around and noticed two other people standing behind the love of her life.

Okay, maybe she should stop calling him the love of her life. He was practically a stranger whom she only knew from the screens of her cellphone or TV. He wasn't the love of her life, but she sure hoped he was.

She turned to look at the elevator door, trying hard not to glance at him every now and then, but of course she couldn't help herself. He really was way hotter in person, just like most of his fans that have met him said. He had thick stubble around his mouth and jaw. His brunette hair was thick and fluffy at the top but short on the sides. He wore a blue blazer with a white t-shirt underneath and matching blue trousers, he also smelled really good, just like what other fans that have met him said.

He glanced at her and smiled and she quickly turned her face away, butterflies flying around in her stomach.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself but caught his smell again, making the butterflies in her stomach fly around even wilder. There was no use, she couldn't be calm, how could she? She decided to just enjoy inhaling his intoxicating smell, trying to ingrain it into her memory as she was sure she wasn't going to meet him again ever.

The elevator dinged again and the other two people standing behind him walked out, leaving her alone with the love of her life!

Her heart beat even faster as the elevator door closed, leaving her alone with him.

“So, we're going to the same floor, huh?” He said and she looked towards the floor numbers on the panel of the elevator. The only number that was lit up was the 50th floor.

“Oh! Uh… I'm actually going to the 48th floor.” She said as she pushed the number 48 on the panel and felt warmth crawling from her neck up to her cheeks. She was way too focused on him that she forgot she was about to have an important meeting on the 48th floor.

“Oh, okay.” He nodded and smiled at her, making her knees feel weak again.

She smiled back and quickly turned her face away towards the elevator door, trying hard to compose herself.

She looked at her watch then up at the floor number display on the elevator panel and felt a slight panic. The meeting was supposed to start and she was still on the 20th floor! She never realized the elevators in her office could be so slow.

The lights flickered all of a sudden and the elevator abruptly stopped, jolting them up and down for a brief second, then complete darkness engulfed them.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she held onto the railing of the elevator next to her.

“What the..” He commented as they stood blindly in complete darkness.

The emergency lights flickered on moments later and she looked up to see that they had stopped on the 25th floor.

“Looks like the power is out or something.” He commented.

“Y.. yeah. Seems like it.” She stammered, not believing the situation she was in! She was stuck in an elevator with him! Oh, her friends in the fandom were going to be really jealous of her. But then again, that was not supposed to be her focus. She needed to attend the meeting or her boss could get really angry at her.

He pushed the emergency button and it lit up but nothing else happened.

“Isn't there supposed to be like a phone or an intercom or something?” He asked as he studied the panel.

“Umm.. I guess so.” She replied, realizing she needed to also figure out what to do.

“I'm going to try and call one of my colleagues and let her know we're stuck here.” She said and he nodded.

“Good idea. I’m going to try and contact my friend too.” He said, pulling out his cellphone.

She looked at her cellphone and her heart plummeted. There was no cellular signal. She tried connecting to the building's WiFi but there was no WiFi on. She tried again to manually search for a cellular signal but her cellphone still couldn't pick up any signal. They were stuck and had no way of communicating to the outside world!

“Do you have a signal?” She asked, looking up at him as panic started to set in her heart.

“No, I was going to ask if you have.” He sighed.

“Oh no. Looks like we're completely trapped here.”

“Yeah. Let me just try and open the door. Who knows, it might work.” He said as he started to push the open button on the elevator panel, but the door remained closed.

“Alright, let me try and do it manually.” He said as he put his fingers in the middle of the elevator door and he tried to pry it open.

“Uuugghhh…” he grunted as he tried to exert a lot of force to his hands. She glanced at his arms and noticed his big bulky bicep underneath the sleeves of the blazer. She knew what she felt was wrong, but she couldn't help to feel the warmth at the base of her stomach at the sight of him.

Control yourself! She scolded herself internally as she realized what she was feeling.

“D****t!” He cursed as the elevator door remained closed and he released his fingers from it.

“I'm sorry, I can't.” He said, turning to look at her, his eyes full of regret.

“It's okay.” She smiled. “Looks like we just have to wait.”

“Yeah, I hope people out there will respond soon. I'm sure that emergency button does something.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, I'm sure it does.”

“I'm Sebastian by the way.” He extended his hand.

“Oh, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you, Sebastian.” She shook his hand and she felt her heart galloping fast in her chest as his hand touched hers.

She couldn't believe it! Sebastian Stan just touched her!

“Nice to meet you too, Y/n.” He smiled and shook her hand back, letting it linger for a moment longer than necessary.

“So.. do you work here?” He asked, dropping his hands and putting them in his pants' pockets.

“Yeah, I work at Quantum Capital up on the 48th floor.” She replied.

“Oh, do you know Michael?” He asked, looking at her expectantly.

“Umm.. Michael Sheehan?” She asked.

“Yeah! He's my investment manager.” He replied and her eyebrows raised.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yeah, been working with him for a year now. I”m actually going to have a meeting with him later on today after I'm done meeting my agents.” He said.

“Well, funny he never mentioned working for you considering.. “ She trailed.

“I know what you mean.” He chuckled.

“I specifically asked him to keep my name confidential. You know.” He explained.

“Of course, I understand.” She nodded.

Still, she needed to grill Michael later on and asked him why he never mentioned this at all. But then again, why would he? He didn't know she was a fan of Sebastian. No one in her office knew. Heck, no one in her life knew except some fellow Sebastian Stan fans in the fandom. Michael was right to keep the information private.

“I wonder what caused this blackout.” He said.

“Yeah, I wonder too.” She said.

“Have you ever experienced anything like this?” He asked.

“No. I've experienced power outages here several times though, they usually didn't last long. So I hope it will be up again soon.”

“Well, I hope so too. I'm supposed to meet my agent now.” He said, glancing at his watch.

“Yeah, I have a meeting I'm supposed to attend too. My boss is going to kill me if I don't show up.” She sighed, expecting her boss to be really angry at her.

“Sorry to hear that. Guess we're both late.’ He responded.

“Yup.” She shrugged.

“Well, in any case, I'm glad I got stuck here with you.” He winked and she felt her heart leapt out of her chest.

“And why is that?” She asked slowly, still not believing her ears.

“Well..” He trailed as his cheeks started to redden a little. Was he blushing? She couldn't believe her eyes!

“Being stuck in an elevator with a beautiful woman beats being stuck with anyone else, really.” He said, giving her a side smile.

She froze and wasn't sure how to respond. Sebastian f*****g Stan just called her beautiful?! He just f*****g flirted with her?! What were the odds of that happening?! She thought in disbelief.

“I.. uh.. I'm sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable.” He quickly said when he saw that she stayed silent and frozen as she tried to process what was happening. He put one hand behind his neck and looked down in embarrassment.

“Oh, it's okay, Sebastian. You just..caught me by surprise. That's all.” She smiled and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, good. I really don't want to make you feel uncomfortable seeing that we'll be spending some time here together for God knows how long.” He responded.

“Don't worry about it, Sebastian. I don't feel uncomfortable at all.” She said as she felt another kind of emotion, disbelief mixed with utter joy as she experienced something she thought would only ever happen in a dream.

“That's good to know.” He smiled in relief.

“Anyway, I hope you don't mind me. But I'm just going to sit down here.” He said as he went down and sat cross legged on the floor.

“Oh, of course not. In fact, I'll join you.” She said as she went down and sat on the floor too, across from him. She was wearing a rather tight knee length pencil skirt so she couldn't sit cross legged, instead she folded both legs on one side and she pulled the hem of her skirt to try to cover up as many of her legs and thighs as she could. She glanced at him and caught him looking at her thighs and his cheeks reddened. He looked away immediately as she tried to process what happened again. Did he just check her out? Once again she couldn't believe it.

He cleared his throat and looked back at her.

“So, how long have you been working here?” He asked.

“Three years.” She replied.

“I see.” He nodded.

“What about you?” She asked.

“Oh, I don't work here.” He chuckled.

“Of course you don't, I mean..” She trailed, kicking herself for asking something stupid like that.

“I just moved to a new agency, the agency's office is here.” He explained, saving her from more embarrassment.

“Oh okay.” She nodded.

“Are you from New York?” He asked.

“Oh, no. I'm from Tulsa, originally.” She replied.

“Tulsa huh?”

“Yeah. I went to Oklahoma University and after I graduated I moved here to work.”

“Oh okay. And how long have you been living here?”

“Ten years.”

“Ten huh? How do you like living here?”

“Well.. it's been tough, you know it's a literal concrete jungle where the survivors are the powerful.” She shrugged.

“Oh, I absolutely get that.” He nodded.

“Yeah. But I still love it here. I love how it's a melting pot of almost every country and race in the world. I love just walking in the streets and finding myself among these different people and race and culture. I mean, in one block you feel like you're in Italy and in the next you feel like you're in India. It's just fascinating.” She replied.

“I agree. There's nowhere else like New York.” He smiled with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Nope, nowhere else.” She smiled back.

And I love it even more that I finally meet you here! She said internally, wishing she could say it out loud.

“Where do you live by the way?” He asked.

Her heart seemed to stop as she heard the question. He wanted to know where she lived?! The Sebastian Stan wanted to know where she lived?!

“You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I mean.. I get it. The world is a crazy place and people can just stalk you or something. You know. I was just making small talk.” He quickly said when he noticed she stayed quiet too long. His face reddened a little again.

“Oh, it's okay, Sebastian. I..uh..I live in Brooklyn.” She replied.

“Oh okay, we're not exactly neighbors then.” He commented.

“Where do you live? If you don't mind me asking.” She asked.

“Soho.” He responded.

“I see.” She nodded.

“I love going to Brooklyn, though. I mean, I love reading and I think Brooklyn has the most indie bookstores out of all of New York.” He commented.

“Yeah, that's true. I bet you've been to McNally Jackson then.” She commented, referring to one of the large bookstores in Brooklyn.

“Oh yeah, I like the open floor plan and high ceilings. It's a beautiful bookstore.” He commented.

“Yeah, it truly is.” She nodded.

“Have you ever been to Quimby's?” He asked with a small smile on his lips.

“Oh yeah, it's such a unique place. Do you know they offer tarot card reading at the back? Not that I believe in those kinds of things.” She replied and he chuckled.

“I do know that. That's not why I usually go there though.” He laughed.

“Oh, yeah, I'm sure you're there for the books.” She replied.

“The comics actually.” He said and his face reddened again.

She laughed out loud, making his face even redder. Quimby's was famous for stocking some questionable saucy comics. She couldn't believe he would tell her that.

“I’m sorry, I'm not gonna judge you. I mean, if you enjoy the comics, good for you.” She said and he laughed.

“Thanks. Maybe we should change the subject. This is starting to feel weird.” He commented and she laughed again.

“You have a nice laugh.” He said and her eyes widened.

Was he flirting with her again?! She couldn't believe it.

“Oh, thanks. I can't say anyone has ever complimented my laughter.” She chuckled, trying hard to keep her cool.

“Really? That's weird. I swear your laughter is so nice to see and contagious too.” He said and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn.

“Thank you.” That was the only thing she managed to say.

“Alright, pizza.” He stated.

“What?” She asked, dumbfounded.

“I said we should change the subject. So, pizza is the new subject.” He replied and she laughed again.

“Oh okay. Yeah, pizza. I love pizza. Especially New York pizza.” She smiled.

“Yeah, New York pizza is something else. Like the saying goes, pizzas are from Italy..”

“But they're perfected in New York.” They chorused and laughed together.

She looked up and couldn't believe she caught it with her own eyes. He was doing a cute nose scrunch as he laughed. Something he sometimes did when he found something so funny.

That was it. She could die now and be happy. Being able to witness his cute nose scrunch in person was an experience enough to beat all other amazing life experiences.

“So, what's your favorite pizza place in Brooklyn?” He asked after their laughter subsided.

“Well.. I bet you think I'm gonna answer Grimaldi's or Joe's Pizza.” She replied, referring to two country wide famous pizzerias known to be the hot spot for some celebrities.

“Well, both have amazing pizzas.”

“I agree. But my favorite is Dellarocco's in Brooklyn Heights. Their Tartufo pizza is to die for!” She gushed and felt her mouth slightly watered just thinking of the pizza with truffle cream, gorgonzola and mozzarella cheese topping.

“Can’t say I've heard of it.” He said.

“Well it's at Hick's Street. Right around the corner of Remsen Street where my apartment is.” She explained.

“Oh, okay. I might just drop by some time then.” He said and her jaw dropped.

“To the Dellarocco's, I mean. Not to your apartment.. I mean.. unless.. you want me to..” He trailed and his face reddened yet again.

She could feel the burn on her cheeks again as she tried to grapple with the situation. Was he.. interested in her?

“Umm..” She trailed, not sure how to respond.

“Sorry, just forget it. Forget what I said. We should do something else.” He quickly suggested.

Noo.. I would love for you to drop by my apartment! She shouted internally but all she could say was “Oh okay. What do you have in mind?”

“Let's play a game.” He responded with a small smile on his lips.

“What kind of game?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Just something simple, seeing how we don't have much resources.”

“Okay, sure.” She nodded.

“Let's play truth or dare.” He said and she laughed again.

“If you don't want to play it's fine. We can do something else.” He quickly said.

“No, let's play truth or dare. This is going to be interesting.” She said. Interesting was an understatement. She thought. If anyone in the fandom knew what she was doing with him, they were going to freak out for sure.

“Alright, let's flip a coin to decide who asks the question first.” He said, pulling out his wallet and picking up a coin from it.

“Call it.” He said as he flipped the coin and caught it in his hand then put it on the back of his hand.

“Heads.” She said and he opened his hand to reveal heads on the coin.

“Okay, you go first then.” He said as he returned the coin back to his wallet.

“Wait, I have just the thing to help with this game.” She said as she pulled out her cellphone.

“What is it?” He asked, looking at her with eyebrows furrowed.

“I hosted a party some time ago where we also played truth or dare. I used this app to help generate random truth or dare questions.” She answered as she scrolled on her cellphone and pressed the Truth or Dare app on her screen.

“Well that's convenient.” He commented.

“Yeah. Anyway, here it is. Are you ready?” She asked, looking up at him while her thumb hovered above her cellphone screen, ready to press on either Truth or Dare buttons.

“Ready.” He nodded.

“Truth or dare?” She asked.

“Truth!” He quickly answered and she pressed the Truth button on her cellphone.

She smiled as the Truth question appeared on her screen.

“When was the last time you lied?” She asked and his eyes widened.

“Well..” He said, scratching his head.

“You never lied?” She asked.

“I'm not an angel, of course I have lied.” He responded and she laughed.

Well, you are an angel in my eyes, she thought as she continued to look at him and admired his perfect face.

“In fact, the last time I lied was this morning.” He finally answered.

“I had to tell Anthony that I can't meet him this weekend because I have to work.” He said, grimacing.

She laughed out loud.

“Anthony Mackie?” She asked.

“Uh huh.” He nodded and she laughed again.

“You know you don't have to answer it in detail. The question didn't ask for details.” She chuckled.

“Yeah well. I don't mind sharing some detailed truths to you.” He winked and she felt her cheeks burn again.

“Alright, my turn. Truth or dare?” He asked.

“Ummm.. Truth.” She said as she gave her cellphone to him, feeling her heart beat raised as she waited for his question.

“Okay.” He pressed the Truth button on her cellphone and soon a question popped up.

“What’s the worst thing you've ever done?” He asked with a small smile on his lips.

“Oh great, that is a hard question.” She complained and he laughed.

“You can switch to dare if you don't want to answer it.” He suggested.

“No, it's okay. I'll answer it. The worst thing I think.. that I have ever done is.. not letting my mom know that it was me that broke her favorite vase.” She replied.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. I was like.. five.. we had this ginger cat as a pet. And one day I was in the living room just doing some ballet practice. You know. I was enrolled in a ballet class like most girls my age.” She explained.

“Okay.” He nodded as he continued to look at her in amusement.

“Anyway, I was doing some pirouettes, you know, I twirled around and my legs hit the vase and it fell onto the floor, breaking into pieces. My mom was really angry, she bought it in Italy during a vacation to Rome and it was just so precious to her. I told my mom our ginger cat broke it. She was so angry that she gave our cat up for adoption.” She explained, feeling the burn on her cheeks.

“Oh wow. Okay. That is the worst thing anyone has ever done. What a poor cat.” He commented but she couldn't help but notice the small smile on his lips.

“Yeah. It's the worst isn't it? Sometimes I still wonder whether our ginger cat is okay and what would have happened if I had told the truth.”

“Well, one thing for sure. I'm sure your mom would not give you up for adoption.” He commented and they laughed out loud.

“Okay, my turn again?” She asked.

“Yup. Go on.” He nodded as he gave her cellphone back to her.

“Truth or dare?” She asked.

“Umm.. let's go with dare this time.” He responded.

“Okay.” She nodded as she pressed the Dare button on her cellphone screen.

“Hmm.. this is not so bad.” She commented as she read the question.

“What is it?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Show me your search history.” She commanded.

“Search history? You mean like in the browser?” He asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Okay. Get ready to find my dirtiest secret.” He said as he pulled his cellphone out and started swiping on it, making her laugh again.

“There you go. Judge me all you want.” He said, giving her his cellphone.

She smiled as she read his search history.

“Tiramisu recipe”

“Pannacotta recipe”

“Best Investment 2023”

“Best stock to have 2023”

“Donald Trump biography”

“Donald Trump history”

“Donald Trump fraud cases”

“Ric Flair biography”

“Ric Flair history”

“Okay, the first two are interesting, and the next two are alright, considering you're going to have a meeting with Michael later on. But.. what's with the Trump and Ric Flair searches though?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Umm.. this is supposed to be a secret, as there's nothing definite as of now. But.. I'm in the running to play Trump and Ric Flair.” He said, looking at her expectantly.

“What?!” She exclaimed out loud.

“Not in the same movie, of course.” He quickly explained.

“So, two biopics?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Wow.” That was all she could muster. She knew he was somewhat in the running to play Ric Flair as he was seen having lunch with Ric Flair earlier that year, but Trump? That was completely new to her. The whole fandom was going to have a melt down if he played Trump. She was sure of it.

“This is like.. really top secret. So I beg you not to tell anyone about this.” He said, his eyes pleading.

“Don't worry Sebastian, I won't tell a soul. I'll keep this to my grave.” She said, making a gesture on her mouth as if she was zipping it close.

“Well I hope not to the grave.” He chuckled. “I mean, if I get the part and the news comes out officially you can tell other people.”

“Oh, right. That's a relief.” She nodded and he chuckled.

“Okay, it's my turn now. Truth or dare?” He asked.

“Dare.” She said, giving both his cellphone and hers to him.

“Alright.. oohhh.. this is interesting.” He teased.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Swap your clothes with someone.” He stated and her jaw dropped.

“What?” She said, flabbergasted.

“Yeah, since I'm the only someone here with you, I suppose we should swap clothes. But if you don't want to, it's okay. You could just switch to truth.” He quickly said.

She couldn't believe it! She was expected to strip in front of him?!

But then she realized something as she looked down at the clothes she was wearing and what he was wearing and realized they could just swap one item of clothing without stripping themselves naked.

“It's okay. We could just swap our blazers.” She said and realization seemed to dawn in his eyes.

“That's brilliant.” He commented and so they took off their respective blazers and gave them to one another.

His blazer was of course too big on her but it smelled of him and it felt warm, making butterflies fly around in her stomach. Her blazer on the other hand was so small on him that he could barely get his bulky arms into it. Afraid of ripping it, he decided to just drape it around his shoulder like a cloak.

“You look..” She trailed.

“Ridiculous.” He shrugged and she laughed.

“I didn't say that.” She protested.

“I know you didn't but I know it's at the tip of your tongue.” He said and she laughed again.

“You, on the other hand.. you look.. great.” He winked after checking her out, making her blush once again.

“No, I look like a five year old playing dress up in her father's closet.” She stated and this time he laughed.

“Still looks great though.” He said after his laughter subsided. She couldn't believe how flirty he was to her!

“Anyway, let's continue.” He said, giving her cellphone back to her.

“Right, truth or dare?” She asked.

“Dare. I feel like doing more daring stuff.” He said and she smiled in amusement.

“Okay. Hmm.. Talk in an accent.” She said as she read the question on her cellphone screen and he laughed.

“Shouldn't be too hard for an actor, huh.” She commented and he laughed again.

“Yeah well, it depends on the accent. What accent do you want me to have?” He asked.

“Italian.” She immediately said, smiling a little. She had heard him speak Italian before in two of his movies and he was sexy as h**l in those movies. She couldn't believe she was getting a front row seat to see him do another Italian accent.

“Okay.” He nodded and cleared his throat.

“Ciao bella, como estai? What pizza would you like to order today?” He asked in a thick Italian accent, pretending to be a waiter at a pizzeria.

She laughed. “Oh, I'll have the margherita, please.”

“Ah, fantastico! Excellent choice, bella.” He said, still in a thick Italian accent, making her laugh again.

“That was good.” She smiled.

“Sai, non ho mai visto occhi belli come i tuoi né un sorriso così luminoso e carino come il tuo. Esci con me, forse?”

(“You know, I've never seen eyes as beautiful as yours nor a smile as bright and pretty as yours. Go out with me, maybe?”)

He said still with a thick Italian accent and she froze. She didn't speak Italian so she had no idea what he was saying but it sounded sexy as h**l, making her heart flutter.

“You know, I have no idea what you're saying. But.. you were so so good..” She commented.

“Oh.. yeah..” He said, putting his hand behind his neck again and she could see his face had slightly reddened again.

“So.. what does it mean?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh! Nothing. I was just commenting on the weather.” He said and he looked down, fiddling with his fingers.

“Hmm.. okay. Well, it's your turn now.” She said, giving her cellphone to him. Somehow she felt like he was not telling the truth about what he said in Italian, but she couldn't push him about it, it would be rude to do it.

“Right. Truth or dare?” He asked, accepting her cellphone from her.

“Dare.” She said.

“We're both pretty daring people, huh?” He chuckled.

“Guess we are.” She laughed.

“Alright.. umm.. ooh ho ho. This! I'd love to see!” He exclaimed out loud.

“What?! What does it say?” She asked, her heart beat faster in her chest.

“Do a freestyle rap.” He said gleefully and her heart dropped to her stomach. She had never ever rapped in her life.

“I can't.” She shook her head.

“Oh come on. Just do something short. Like a line. It's not that hard.” He persuaded her.

“Well if it's not that hard why don't you do it first?” She said with a glint in her eyes.

“This is not how this game is played.” He shook his head and she laughed.

“Well, I'm not doing it unless you do it first.” She folded her hands in front of her chest.

“Fine.. okay. Here goes nothing.” He said, clearing his throat.

“You better lose yourself in the music,

the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo”

He rapped the song Lose Yourself by Eminem. She laughed and closed her mouth with her hand. She couldn't believe what she just witnessed. Never in her whole existence as a Sebastian Stan fan did she witness him rapping at all, so the moment was like gold to her.

“Oh my God.” She continued to close her mouth with her hand, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Was it that bad?” Sebastian asked, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Oh no no! On the contrary, that was brilliant!” She exclaimed breathlessly.

“You're not just teasing me, are you?” He asked, still with his eyebrows knitted together.

“Of course not! Now how am I supposed to top that?” She complained and he laughed.

“You know what, do you know the song Love The Way You Lie by Eminem and Rihanna?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, I know that song.”

“Well, what do you think if we sing it together? You sing the Rihanna part and I'll sing the Eminem part, well.. rap the Eminem part more like.” He asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Well.. okay. Sing? I can do that.” She smiled.

“Good. As it happens, I have the song stored here on my phone so we can just sing along.” He said.

“That's brilliant!” She smiled and he smiled back warmly at her, making the butterflies in her stomach fly around again.

She couldn't believe what was happening. She was going to sing with Sebastian Stan?! She definitely woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.

“Okay, ready?” He asked, his thumb hovering on the play button on the music player of his phone.

“Yeah.” She nodded, her heart beating so fast in her chest.

“Okay.” He nodded then pressed the play button.

Rihanna's voice immediately came out from the speaker and she sang along as best she could.

“Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?

Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?

Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie”

Then Sebastian started to rap along with Eminem.

“I can't tell you what it really is

I can only tell you what it feels like

And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe

I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight

As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight

High off of love, drunk from her hate

It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her, the more I suffer

I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown

She resuscitates me, she fucking hates me

And I love it, "Wait

Where you going?" "I'm leaving you"

"No you ain't, come back"

We're running right back, here we go again

It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great

I'm Superman, with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane

But when it's bad, it's awful

I feel so ashamed, I snapped, "Who's that dude?"

I don't even know his name, I laid hands on her

I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength.”

She was amazed at how good he was at rapping. They ended up singing along to the whole song. Her heart soared in her chest as they sang and rapped together. Granted, the song was a sad song, but it didn't matter to her. She was singing with the person she most admired in the world and nothing felt as amazing as that moment.

“That was awesome! You have a beautiful voice!” Sebastian exclaimed excitedly as soon as the song finished and she couldn't help but blushed again.

“Thank you, Sebastian. You were awesome too! Never knew you could rap!” She commented excitedly.

“Yeah well. That's another secret of mine I just shared with you.” He winked and she felt herself red in the face again.

“Anyway, guess it's my turn again?” He asked, putting his cellphone back in his pocket.

“Oh yeah, that's right. So, truth or dare? She asked.

“Dare.” He answered.

“Alright, another dare huh.” She said as she pressed the Dare button on her cellphone.

“I told you I'm feeling daring today.” He said and she smiled.

She read the question on her cellphone screen and felt like her heart just stopped. It couldn't be!

“So, what's the question?” He asked.

“Umm.. here. It's better if you read it yourself.” She said, feeling her cheeks burn again as she gave him her cellphone.

“Oh.. okay.” He nodded and accepted the cellphone from her.

The corners of his mouth turned up slowly as he read the question then he looked up at her.

“Kiss.. someone.. here..” He said in a low voice.

“You don't have to if you don't want to. We can just press the button again so another question will pop up. Or you can switch to Truth if you want. Or we can just stop..” She said frantically but she couldn't continue saying what she wanted to say because he suddenly put his index finger on her lips, startling her.

“Y/n.. it's fine. I'm willing to do it.. unless.. you don't want me to? Because you have a boyfriend? Maybe?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he dropped his finger from her lips.

“Umm.. no.. I don't have a boyfriend.” She replied, her heart galloping fast in her chest and her palms started to sweat.

“Okay. Good.” He smiled warmly at her and if her eyes didn't play tricks on her, his eyes seemed to darken a little as he looked at her, making her feel the warmth in the base of her stomach again.

He stood up slowly and extended her hand to her. She picked it up and stood up slowly, feeling pins and needles on her legs and winced a little.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he stood closer to her and looked down at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah.. it's just that my legs feel a little numb..” She grimaced.

“Okay. We can wait if you want until it feels better.” He suggested.

“No, it's okay. It feels better now.” She said as the numbness slowly went away.

“Alright.” He nodded and moved even closer to her. He gently placed one hand on her waist and another on the side of her face.

Her heart continued to beat fast in her chest as she looked up at him and waited for him to make the final move. His gorgeous ocean blue eyes were hooded and he went inch by inch closer to her to the point his lips hovered above hers and she could feel his gentle breathing on her lips.

Their lips were just a split second away from touching when a bright light attacked them and the elevator door slowly opened.

They immediately broke apart and turned to look at the door. Two men wearing technician uniforms looked at them curiously.

“Oh, thank God you guys are okay.” One of the men said.

“Yeah, we're.. we're okay.” Sebastian said, smiling at the men but his shoulders were slumped.

Ugh! Bad timing you guys! She protested internally.

“So, what happened?” Sebastian asked as they finally got out of the elevator together.

“There was a power outage. It was restored half an hour ago and all the other elevators started to work again except this one. We've been trying to contact you guys through the intercom but it didn't seem to work.” The other man said.

“What intercom? I didn't see any. I just saw the emergency button.” Sebastian said, his eyebrows raised.

The technician guided them back into the elevator and showed them a small button under the current floor display as well as a speaker next to it.

“Ah okay, we didn't see it.” Sebastian said.

“Even if you didn't see it, it was supposed to work when we called you from the control room but it didn't. We're really sorry, sir, it seems it's broken.” The man said.

“Oh okay. Well, the important thing is that you managed to get us out. So thank you for that.” Sebastian said.

“Yeah, thank you guys.” She said.

“No problem, sir, ma'am.” The man said, smiling at them.

“If you'll excuse us, we need to repair the intercom. You can use the other elevators.” The man continued.

“Alright, thank you so much, man.” Sebastian said and the men nodded at him.

They entered another elevator next to the one they were trapped in, finding two other people already in it. He stood at the very back of the elevator after pressing the 50th and 48th floor buttons on the panel. She stood next to him and both faced the door.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she realized that this was it. He was going to leave her life and they were never going to see each other again. That kiss would never happen. She was sure of it.

The elevator stopped on the 48th floor and she turned to look at him.

“I guess I'll see you around?” She said, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah. Let me walk you to your office.” He said, startling her.

“Oh, okay. Excuse us.” She said as they walked out of the elevator together.

They arrived at an empty hallway where her office was located. The elevator door closed, leaving them alone in the stillness. They stood face to face, his hands in his pockets while her hands hung loosely by her side. Her heart beat fast in her chest as she anticipated his next move.

“So.. Thank you for being a nice companion during a bad situation. I had fun being stuck in an elevator with you.” He smiled, gazing down at her intently with his gorgeous ocean blue eyes, making her heart flutter wildly.

“Oh, you're welcome. Thank you for being a fun person too, back there. I.. I had a lot of fun too.” She smiled back.

“Good. I'm glad. Anyway, I believe this is yours.” He said, taking off her blazer from around his shoulder.

“Oh yeah.” She said as she took off his blazer and gave it to him.

Just then his cellphone and hers rang at the same time, making them both jump. They sighed and they pulled out their respective cellphones together.

She glanced at her cellphone screen and saw her boss' number flashing on the screen. Her heart plummeted and she immediately picked it up. Just as she did so, Sebastian turned away from her and talked on his phone too.

“Hello.” She answered the call, dread filled her stomach as she turned around.

“Y/n! Where have you been?!” Her boss' loud voice came out of the speaker.

“Mr.Thomas, I'm really sorry. I got stuck in the elevator during the power outage.” She immediately explained.

“Oh for God's sake Y/n. Out of all days, why did you have to get stuck in an elevator today?!” Her boss complained.

“I.. I'm sorry Mr.Thomas.” She stammered.

“Where are you now?”

“I'm on my way there, sir.”

“Alright, make a run for it.”

“Yes, sir.”

And her boss hung up without saying anything.

She turned around and found Sebastian still on the phone, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth turned into a frown. She didn't want to bother him so she waved her hand in front of him and mouthed while pointing her thumb back towards her office. “I have to go.”

He nodded and mouthed “Okay.”

She nodded and turned around, sprinting towards her office.

She didn't expect their good bye to be like that. She expected him to do more because it seemed he was genuinely interested in her.

But then again, maybe she was just imagining things. Even if they never see each other again, she was still so happy to have met him. At least she now belonged to the group of fans who have met him in person. In fact, she thought she even got the best experience with him! So, yeah, she was still so elated about it. That day was definitely one to go down in her history book as one of the best days of her life!

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Dellarocco's Pizzeria, Brooklyn Heights, New York - the next day, 1 pm

She opened the door to her favorite pizzeria and smiled widely as the smell of pizza baking in the brick ovens traveled into her nose. Her stomach rumbled as she walked towards her favorite spot by the window and took a seat.

“Ciao bella, como estai?” A waiter came by her table and greeted her.

“Hi.. I'm good, thank you.” She smiled. She didn't know Italian but she knew enough of what the waiter just said to her.

“The usual, miss?” The waiter asked.

“Yes, please, thank you so much!” She replied and the waiter nodded. Soon she was left alone to enjoy the atmosphere of the pizzeria.

She looked around and found the pizzeria not to be too crowded. There were only eight tables occupied, aside from hers. There were two tables occupied by a family of four, four tables occupied by two people who seemed to be having a business meeting of some sort, one table occupied by a couple and one table occupied by..

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she registered the person sitting alone at a table across from her. The person held a comic book in his hand and was smiling as he read it. Then he looked up and his eyes widened as he looked at her.

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest as the man smiled at her and closed his comic book. He stood up and sauntered over to her.

“Ciao bella, como estai?” He greeted her and she laughed.

“Hi Sebastian. I'm good, thank you. How are you?” She asked, looking up at him with butterflies flying around in her stomach.

“I'm good too, thank you. Mind if I sit down?” He asked.

“Of course not. Please take a seat.” She smiled, gesturing for him to take a seat.

“Thank you.” He smiled and pulled out the chair in front of her then sat down.

“So, what brings you to Brooklyn Heights?” She asked.

“Well, I have some free time today and I realized I haven't visited Brooklyn in a while. Our conversation yesterday reminded me that I need to get a new comic book from Quimby's.” He explained, showing her the comic book in his hand and she laughed.

“And then.. I remember you said the pizza here is to die for. So, I got curious and tried it.” He continued.

“And, what do you think of it?” She asked with a small smile on her lips.

“You were right, it was to die for!” He gushed and she laughed.

“Told you.” She winked and this time he laughed.

“Anyway, I also have some unfinished business here..” He trailed, gazing at her intently, making the butterflies in her stomach fly around wildly.

“With the most beautiful woman in New York.” He continued with a low voice, making her tremble.

“I see..” She said, trying hard to keep it together even though she felt like she was moments away from fainting.

“You see. There are two things I need to tell her.” He said, the corners of his mouth turned up a little, his gaze unwavering towards her.

“Two things?” She asked and swallowed hard.

“Yes, the first one is. I need to tell her that I was lying.”

“Oh? About what?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Do you remember the Italian words I said yesterday?” He asked.

“Oh, the one where you talked about the weather?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes, that's the one.”

“What about it?” She asked, curious as to where this was going.

“Well.. I wasn't talking about the weather..” He trailed.

“Okay…what were you talking about?”

“Sai, non ho mai visto occhi belli come i tuoi né un sorriso così luminoso e carino come il tuo. Esci con me, forse?”

He asked and once again she had no idea what he was talking about but she still swooned over him nonetheless.

“It means..” He said with a low voice as he leaned closer to her and she leaned closer to him too.

“You know, I've never seen eyes as beautiful as yours nor a smile as bright and pretty as yours. Go out with me, maybe?” He asked with a husky voice.

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest and her knees felt like it was made of jelly as she listened to him. Sebastian f*****g Stan just asked her out?! Was this a dream?!

He continued to gaze at her expectantly as she froze in front of him.

“So.. what do you say, Y/n?” He asked again.

She blinked and willed herself to calm down.

“Of course, I would love to go out with you, Sebastian.” She finally managed to say.

“Okay. Phew. That's a relief!” He exclaimed and she laughed out loud.

“So, what's the second thing you need to tell me?” She asked as her laughter subsided and they both leaned back on their chairs.

“The second thing is..I believe I owe you something.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh? What is it that you owe me?” She asked, her heart beating so fast in her chest as she had an inkling on what he was talking about.

He looked around for a second then moved to sit on a chair next to her. He placed one hand on her waist and turned her to face him.

“I believe I still owe you a dare.” He said with a low voice, leaning even closer to her, making her feel like her heart was going to burst out of her chest.

He placed one hand on the side of her face, taking his time to stroke her cheek gently with his thumb while his gorgeous ocean blue eyes studied hers intently. Then he pulled her face closer to him and their lips finally met.

Nothing could describe what she was feeling as they kissed. No words would suffice. Incredible, amazing, great, awesome, earth shattering. Those words were an understatement of how his kiss made her feel. It was the best kiss she ever had, and it was the start of many other kisses they shared together over pizza, over comics, in between singing and rapping and even inside elevators.

When she thought she just met the love of her life yesterday, she never expected to be right. Against all odds he really was the love of her life and she was happy to be stuck with him until the day they died.

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~ Ignoring Him ~

Ft: Kyojuro Rengoku

Genre: Angst - Fluff

Description: Rengoku has been distancing himself from you and the only time you two have really seen each other is at Hashira meetings when he’s not on back to back missions.

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“How was your mission Y/n?” Shinobu asked messing with your hair, she started braiding it as you told her about your recent mission. Two people walked in which happened to be your boyfriend Rengoku and Uzui Tengen.

Tengen greeted you, “Good Morning Y/n.” He said walking over with Rengoku behind him, “Good Morning.” You responded as Shinobu soon followed, “Good Morning Y/n.” Rengoku said giving you his natural big smile. You rolled your eyes and walked away undoing whatever Shinobu did to your hair.

Pushing your haori to the side you sat down next to Mitsuri putting one leg over the other and letting out a long sigh. “Man that demon really took a lot out of me.” You said as Mitsuri perked up to listen to whatever you had to say, “Did you get checked out by Shinobu?” You shook your head no looking up at the sky admiring the light airy clouds moving all throughout the soft breezy air.

A bell rang signaling everyone telling us that the headmaster was here for the meeting. Usually you would take your seat kneeling next to Rengoku but today you decided to kneel in between Sanami and Obani. They both gave you a look but ignored it, obviously the side eye that Rengoku was giving you all throughout the meeting was distracting you but in all honesty you were too pissed to care.

Once the meeting ended you were ready to leave and go back home but the headmaster called for you inside for a one on one talk. “Y/n my dear I sense you’ve been very distracted lately.” He said smoothing out his kimono that he was wearing, I smiled to myself before finding something to say. “I don’t know what to say. I apologize for not staying focused.” “There’s no need to apologize child. You have been doing such an amazing job I would like to offer you something.”

Walking out of the house I was met with dark skies and heavy rain pour. Stepping onto the stepping stones you continued to walk down the path out the gates. You used the back of your haori to cover yourself from the rain while walking towards a nighttime resting inn.

There no way you could make it home this late in heavy rain pour, hell there might even be a storm and you would t want to get caught in it. After a few minutes you finally found a place that seemed to be quite lively, stepping in something felt off as you spoke to the receptionist.

“Something big must be going on. You’re the 5th person to walk in here dressed like that in that uniform.” She handed walked over to step infront of you and led you to a hallway that had sets of rooms very close to each other. She opened the door to the room ushering you inside the room, you smiled thanking her before taking off your clothes leaving you in your bra and underwear.

While setting your stuff up to dry the entrance to your room slid open at an intensely high speed. Turning around you were met eye to eye with fiery red eyes and a huge gigantic smile. “I thought I sensed my beautiful partner here.” He spoke stepping into the room and sliding the door shut behind him.

You rolled your eyes putting up the last two pieces of your uniform on rack. In an instance his presence was way closer to you, his hot breath fanned the back of your neck almost causing you to falter. Pushing past him you head over to the dresser you grabbed the white flower pattern disposable kimono slipping it on.

Before you could tie it up you were stopped by a pair of hands on your waist making their way to the open slit that was hiding your half naked body away from him. His lips pressed against the back of your neck making their way around to your collarbone. “Baby why are you ignoring me?” He whispered kissing behind your ear, your sweet spot.

A small whimper left your mouth as his hands ripped the kimono off your body. “Don’t.” You said trying to push his hands away but he was way stronger than you, “Why? Why should I stop?” He responded picking you up and setting you down on the short dresser, he kissed your collarbone again down to your chest. “I want to know why my girlfriend is ignoring me and hasn’t spoken to me in days.” You scoffed at his comment pushing him off of you.

“Why I’ve been ignoring you? Oh please be for real Rengoku. You haven’t spoken to me in weeks and expect everything to be okay.” You said trying to push him away from you but he kept his lips attached to your neck like a leech. Letting out another lewd moan he covered your mouth with his hand before quickly replacing it with his mouth.

He pushed you against the wall harshly as his hands roamed the lower part of your back gently massaging it when his hands touch a sore area causing you to whimper in pain. He back away looking down in the area where his hand was seeing a large bruise on your back. “Y/n how did you get this?” He asked giving you a worried looked but again you rolled your eyes and looked away.

“Why do you care. You don’t seem to listen to anything I have to say anyways.” He scoffed and smiled pulling your chin to look at him. “What’s with all this attitude my love?” That nickname, it did things to you. The wall you were trying to hide behind quickly fell as you dropped your gaze to the floor, “The last demon I fought. It didn’t come out unscathed like I usually do.” “Did you not go to the butterfly mansion to make sure you were okay?” He asked rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Why do you care? You haven’t really cared for the past couple of weeks-” He shut down your accusations as his eyes glanced down at your lips back up to your eyes. A wave of shock blew through your spine when his fingertips ran from your tailbone all the way up to your cervical. “I do care. You can’t blame me for being busy. I’m sorry for not being by your side as much as you want me too but I’ll promise to be better.”

Looking off to the side you couldn’t believe him, he said the same thing last time but seeing you hurt he actually looked like he was serious this time. “I mean it.” He said kissing your jawline, you let out a long sigh turning to face him. “Okay.” You responded rubbing the side of his cheek, he leaned in want to place a kiss on your lips but you stopped him.

“Just because I said yes, doesn’t mean you’re out of the dog house.” Smiling he kissed the bottom of your jaw again and backing away from you. He picked up the kimono and helped you put it back on before helping you off the dresser and onto the floor.

The both of you laid their for the rest of the night talking about what had been going on with the both of you for the past month.

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BROOO insomniac spider-man is sooo fucking hot I’m glad you feel the same. What really gets me is his voiceeee😩😩 my god

And his whole personality,,, he sooo teases his partner and loves flustering them wether be whispering in your ear while barely moving inside you, making you say what you want even if it embarrasses you. You can just feel him smirk against your neck, right under your ear. His hot breath fanning over you as he quietly laughs, Even then he would still find a way to tease you more

Maybe, he teases you while in the suit🤭 perhaps on patrol he runs into you, or even on call he’d find a way to fluster you. I don’t think he’d be opposed to quickys (quickies??) on the job either, he’s a very busy man after all, but he’s make sure to dick you down right🤭🤭

he is so fine in that tight ass suit, deffo has a monster cock and would learn how to use it right

no anon youre so right on his voice. yuri lowenthal was made to voice insomniac spider-man. he said something dirty once in game when talking to mj and i wish i could remember what it was but i remember how it echoed in my brain for hours

one thing about peter is his swift tongue. it’s not just good for quips and tearing down his opponents confidence, but it’s good for sweet talking you, teasing you, dirty talk. ppl may disagree with me but i think peter is capable of some hot dirty talk. it’s probably one of his favorite things, right next to the times you manage to make the mouth on him speechless.

he’s kind of a closet top— like don’t get me wrong he’s definitely a switch, but i think people would be surprised to hear he likes being in charge once in a while. and how good he takes control when he really wants it. there are times where you both are in the mood to boss the other around, and peter’s the first to tell you to “earn it.” good luck pinning him down when he can overpower you in his sleep. bench press a thousand times your body weight.

the suit… the suit.. the game devs knew what they were doing with that one. it’s the only suit i wear when i play because of how fucking good it looks. the white accents. the fit. the way it looks when he creeps like a literal spider. i’m so fucking dizzy.

answering your ft while he’s zipping through new york. “hey, hon, what’s up?” glancing between the screen and forwards. he regards your sultry look, and makes a joke. “yeah, yeah, i know i shouldn’t call and swing. how ‘bout you let me off with a warning?”

running into you on purpose because he knows what it does to you. quickies on the job are definitely an occurrence, and he often plays it like “oh.. but i really should get back.. they’ll need me any minute..” but he wants you just as bad as you want him. finds a secluded spot in the city,,, maybe even a rooftop under the moonlight. picks you up to swing you there.

pulling the suit down just enough to fit himself inside, covered everywhere else, wearing the mask which you insist on gazing into the visor of. something about fucking the spider-man really gets you off.

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 3 months

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Today, on 8th February, 1976 - Queen Story!

New York, NY, USA, Beacon Theater

'A Night At The Opera Tour'

🔸Freddie Mercury was taking tea on the 47th floor of his New York hotel. In his suite. The Royal suite, of course. It was the morning after yet another triumph for Queen - that brilliant and highly original British rock band built around the outrageous ideas and stage presence of the exotic Mr.

Mercury. They had played their fourth concert in as many nights at the battered but fashionable Beacon Theatre, and wvith an album and a single in the American charts, they were riding high.

Warm tea was permitted to slide down Mr. Mercury's regal throat as he prodded gingerly at some nasty looking bruises on the side of his neck.

He explained, My very promising pop career nearly came to an untimely end last night. Two young girls outside the theatre decided to claim my scarf as a souvenir. They quite forgot that it was wrapped around my neck at the time, and they very nearly strangled me. I'm sure Her Majesty doesn't have to put up with this sort of thing. But then, she doesn't have anything in the charts at the moment does she?"

He is a wicked man, Mr. Mercury.

He is also everything that a rock idol is supposed to be, and New York has been quick to recognise this. Like Mick Jagger, Freddie has off-beat good looks. Jagger has those pneumatic lips, and Freddie has the most out- spoken set of teeth ever to have found their way on to a pop fan's wall. He also enjoys the lifestyle of a true superstar - he lives out our fantasies for us far more effectively than we could ever manage to do for our- selves. Even if we had his kind of money.

His dress sense is sensational. He seldom looks less than spectacular, and he is not the sort of chap who believes in going unnoticed. Satin is his favourite fabric, with silk coming a close second. And he loves those loose, floppy, Japanese-style jackets.

But as he is quick to point out, There is a quiet side to me too, you know.

My home life is very civilised, and I hardly ever dress up to watch the tele- vision. Unless I am watching a Royal occasion of course. Then, my dear, it's on with the tiara and the emine ..

the LOT!

But Freddie felt there were better things to do in the city of New York than sit around sipping tea and discussing sartorial matters. He in- vited photographer Terry 0ʻNeill and me to join him on a shopping expedition, and it seemed a reason- able idea. Freddie was his casual self in short fur coat, white satin slacks, white clogs and silver snake bracelet.

The problems we encountered were little ones. Like young girls sobbing softly outside the door of a shoe shop while Freddie sought some- thing for the regal feet inside. And then there was the confusion of the young lady in Bloomingdale's depart- ment store who began to give Freddie a free manicure, only to discover that the nails on his left hand were already painted with black lacquer.

Freddie said, I love America. But l cant imagine ever coming here to live.

Our music is successful over here because it is so distinctively English.

We must keep it that way. I have just bought a new house in London, and an enormous car that looks like a boat on wheels. I could never leave all that.

And I have far too much fun ever to worry about a silly little thing like tax.

I know l'm terribly extravagant.

I always have been. My life these days is one perpetual spending spree. So I suppose l am the sort of person who needs to find ways of reducing tax.

But it's all such a bore. Why don't you buy a pair of these beautiful glitter shoes? They 're outrageous. And they 're cheap. And they re much more interesting than tax, don't you think?

I did think so. But I decided against buying the lurid footwear. You have to be a star to wear shoes like that.

Somebody rather like Freddie Mercury, in fact.

#1976 #a night at tbe opera album #a night at the opera tour #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #new york #usa

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jamdoughnutmagician · 9 months

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Ok but imagine a more casual tomboy reader losing abet with Eddie and having to wear the cheer uniform and Eddie fucking losing it and x finding it so hot. He doesn’t want you to change who you are. He just sees it as a role play sort of thing

I don't usually receive requests, but this came into my inbox at the right time! Hopefully I did it justice!

Cheerleader Spirit

Word Count:714

Warnings:Teasing, Allusions/Beginnings of smut, 18+ just to be sure, Uniform kink, (kind of, Eddie likes reader in the cheer-leading outfit), Dry Humping, don't think I'm missing anything but let me know if you do want something tagged.

Eddie x Cheerleader Masterlist

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A bet's a bet. And it was one that you’d lost quite spectacularly, after a game of poker with Eddie had not gone the way you had hoped. Whilst you considered yourself not that bad at the aforementioned card game, Eddie had proved that night to be ever so slightly better than you. Presenting his winning hand of a straight flush of clubs.

So that led you to where you were now.

Holding up on your end of the bet, at Eddie’s request, he had very graciously provided you with an outfit to put on. But this wasn’t just any outfit, oh no. This was a Hawkin’s green, white and gold cheerleader’s uniform. Where Eddie got it from you’ll never know.

You had bet one another that the winner could have or do anything that they wanted to the loser, and Eddie had chosen for you to wear the cheer uniform.

The short pleated skirt and accompanying knee-high socks, could not be further away from your typical style if you tried. Normally more comfortable in an oversized graphic t-shirt featuring a metal band that you and Eddie had a mutual love of, usually pairing it with a pair of ragged ripped jeans and clunky black DMs

Yes, the sweet, innocent look of the high-school cheerleader was not something you were used to seeing look back at you in the bathroom mirror.

“Hey! You gonna come out or what?” Eddie teases from your bedroom “I wanna see what you look like!” he pleads jokingly.

With one final ruffle of your hair you gathered yourself before turning on your heels and making your way out of the bathroom.

“Tada!” you cheered, spinning around to give Eddie the full effect of the outfit on you. The skirt fanned out around you as you twirled.

Eddie watched wide wide eyes as he took in the sight before him. What had started as a joke, wanting to see you dressed in something completely different to your usual tomboy style, now had Eddie reaching for a stray pillow to place over his crotch and heated flush rising to his cheeks.

"You can't be serious" you said with scoff, eyeing your boyfriend from across the room.

"What?" Eddie replies, trying to hide the nervous crack in his voice.

"This cheerleading get-up is really doing it for you, huh?" You smirk, nodding your head towards his strategically placed pillow.

"Alright you got me!" He says, removing the pillow from his lap and making his way towards you.

"I don't know what it is, just seeing you in this short skirt…it's different, y'know?" Eddie shrugs. "I love seeing you in your own clothes, you know I do, but there's just something about this little outfit that's getting me going" he tells you honestly, kissing his lips against the crook of your neck.

'Well, perhaps you can show me how much you like the uniform.." you offer with a sly smile, tugging him by the hand before gently pushing him back down on the bed and straddling the spread of his thighs.

Eddie wastes no time in settling his hands over the curve of your ass in the skirt, his lips curving up into a cheeky grin.

"Come on then, you're the cheerleader, show me your best moves" Eddie smirks, using his hands to encourage you to roll your hips over the growing bulge underneath his jeans.

You gently reach out to pull his shirt over his head and then push against his chest, getting him to lie his back flat on the bed. Keeping your hands settled over his tatted chest you begin to circle your hips in a slow swivel.

Rubbing over his jean-covered cock with your pussy, hidden behind the thin layer of your cotton panties, you take the opportunity to lean forward and capture his lips in a deep kiss.

You pull back, your lips connected by a string of saliva, as you do.

"Just remember, this whole costume thing was your idea, alright. I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself in to" you tease, raising an eyebrow at him.

His large ring-adorned hand delivers a playful spank to your ass, before he chuckles confidently.

"What are you waiting for, Sugar? Show me some of that cheerleader spirit.."

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years

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Ahoy!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: In some timeline, Starcourt didn't burn down and Eddie was able to go to work selling ice cream. He and Steve make a little bet, from which Eddie comes out happy.

A/N: don't look for canonical logic in this, I just need to imagine my husband in shorts

"You suck, Munson" laughed Robin, leaning out the window and placing a new line in the corresponding box "Although look at it on the bright side, you and Steve could compete for who is worse"

“And how about you enter the competition too? You'd totally kick us out,” Eddie taunted, causing the girl to throw a plastic spoon at him and Steve to smile.

Eddie Munson had walked into the job at Scoops Ahoy just a few weeks ago, but somehow he had won the hearts of both of them. At first both had been too suspicious, but they had to accept him thanks to the tremendous love that Dustin Henderson seemed to have for him, and what started as a committed relationship ended up becoming a friendship. He made them laugh and honestly brought a chaotic spark to the place. Also, during the holidays an extra pair of hands was perfect when dispensing scoops of ice cream.

"Here comes the next one, it's your turn dingus" Robin murmured with a mocking face. Steve took a deep breath, mentally preparing to make a fool of himself in front of another girl, but when he was about to turn to say hello, he was violently pushed out of the way by his partner.

“Ahoy, lady!” Eddie said enthusiastically, with a smile that could be described as completely nervous. You were standing in front of him, wearing a lime green dress and your hair full of butterfly barrettes, while you held a huge knitted bag on your shoulder "For which flavors would you like to sail this afternoon?” he asked, in the kindest tone he managed to get out of himself.

Both Robin and Steve looked at each other, not understanding why Eddie had been so aggressive in serving you especially, and decided to watch the scene with curiosity.

"Do they make you say that to all the customers?" you asked, letting out a giggle that put Eddie on the clouds.

He knew at some point you might go to that ice cream parlor, I mean, Hawkins isn't very big and it seemed like everyone was crazy to have something sweet and cold in their mouths thanks to the summer heat, but he hadn't prepared himself to have to serve you. He was already all flustered and he was praying with all his might that he wasn't blushing because of you.

"No, but I get paid an extra 50 cents an hour if I do," he joked and heard you laugh again. He hoped that was a good sign.

"I see, Eddie" you murmured and he thought he would die right there. Did you know his name? Did you really recognize him?

“Do you… do you know me?” he encouraged himself to say, struggling not to stutter.

"It's in your uniform," you explained, nodding at the small plaque on his chest. Of course that was it, stupid “But I've also seen you a few times at school. You're the one who stands on tables and yells things, right?"

"That's me," he laughed, slightly embarrassed that you had that memory of him. Most people noticed him because of how loud he was, but at least it was something.

You took advantage of the smile he gave you to look at him better: he was wearing that bright blue sailor uniform, but he had decided to put a chain on his belt just like the ones he wore on his pants and the scarf around his neck looked messier. You caught a glimpse of big black boots on his feet, his bare arms on which there were a few tattoos, and also the white company cap on his curly fluffy hair. It was obvious that you knew Eddie but had never paid much attention to him, and now that you did you were completely mesmerized by the sight.

“Do you have anything with cherry?” you asked in his direction. Eddie thought it was only natural that a girl like you would be a fan of cherry and he smiled to himself at that.

“Actually I have one right here that has cherry and mascarpone in it, it really does taste delicious,” he recited, hoping to be convincing enough. He had made sure to sample all the flavors when Steve and Robin weren't looking, just so he could recommend them to customers. "Would you like to try it?"

"Of course, why not?" you said while shrugging your shoulders and showing him a smile. Eddie deftly moved behind the counter and poured out a couple of scoops of ice cream in a cone, going out of his way to put an extra amount of everything just for you and also look cute in the process. In your opinion, that was working.

"A delicious ice cream on this hot day for the young woman" he exclaimed. He felt like an idiot as soon as the words left his lips, but hearing you laugh he relaxed noticeably.

"How much do I owe you?" you asked, reaching into your bag for a bill.

“Nothing,” he said immediately, which caused you to frown. “There's… huh… a promotion this week. Free ice cream for pretty girls”

Eddie thought, again, that maybe he was crossing a line of trust or that you would just be grossed out, but he again calmed down when he saw you smile.

"I guess you've said that to a lot of people, right?"

“You are the first, actually. You know, the company doesn't have enough to go around giving things away, so we have to be very selective” he lied to you. With each word that came out of his mouth, you could only smile more and more.

“I see,” you said, trying to keep your cool. He extended the ice cream in your direction and you took it, brushing for a second the boy's three-ringed hand "Then I'll have to come another day and see if that promotion is still on, don't you think?"

"We regularly change promotions every week, but I think you could apply for several of these" he responded excitedly. He didn't mind finishing his salary paying for your ice cream if it meant seeing you for a couple of minutes.

“That's great to hear that,” you exclaimed, knowing full well that he was just being flirty with you. You weren't going to take advantage of the poor boy, but it was nice to have an excuse to visit him. "I'll see you around then, I guess."

"Of course. See ya Y/N,” he murmured, pronouncing your name like romantic poetry and making you blush.

You turned to walk out, but as soon as you walked a few steps a part of you screamed at you to go back and find any excuse to keep in touch with the boy. He was handsome and kind, you didn't want to miss out on the chance to get to know him better.

"By the way…"

"Yes?" he answered quickly, leaning over the counter a bit to listen to what you had to say.

“Would you mind if I left you my phone number? so you can call me if you think I can take advantage of any of those promotions you said” you murmured, hoping you hadn't misunderstood the conversation. But you saw how his features lit up when he frantically nodded his head.

“Of course, that's a brilliant idea,” he replied, frantically searching for a piece of paper and a pen. When he found them, he extended them in your direction and watched excitedly as you wrote numbers, followed by your name "Then I'll call you if we have something that interests you"

“Or you can also call me if you just want to chat,” you said vaguely, again hoping not to go overboard with him, while you waved a hand in the air “Now I'm leaving. Nice to meet you, Eddie”

“Same here,” he murmured, almost hypnotized by you and clutching the napkin in disbelief.

You, his impossible love for years, had given him your number and told him he could call you whenever he wanted for no reason in particular. He felt like he was in heaven.

"What the hell was that?" asked Steve, who had been watching the scene from the beginning. Eddie had almost forgotten his presence.

“I'm sorry, man. But I couldn't stand watching you flirt with this particular girl."

"Well, I'm happy to report to you gentlemen that Eddie just got his first good point. Hooray!"

"Did she give you her number?" Steve asked curiously, trying to see the paper his friend of his was holding, but Eddie wouldn't let him.

He would guard that information as if it were life or death and of course he would withdraw from the game, because he knew that you were the only point he needed on the board.

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zweetpea · 5 months

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TBRAHE Chapter 2 the aftermath

Warning: Foul language, infidelity, pg13

After yesterday you just wanted to curl into your bed and never get out. That was until a cold little snoot booped you on the nose.

“Riko, hey buddy. Where’ve you been? I missed my favorite boy.” You pulled the small white dragon into your arms; his golden hair swishing as you sat up with him on your lap. “How could Satoru be so cruel when he’s the reason that you’re in my life.” Riko had been Satoru’s wedding present for you. He meant it as a joke, but it’s not everyday that you find a docile curse. So, you kept Riko to spite your husband, or at least that’s how it started. Over time you’d grown attached to him.

“(Y/n)! The king is asking for an audience with you this morning!” Addison called from outside the room.

“I’m coming! Addie please come in and prepare an outfit for me!” You called out. Riko hopped onto your head.

“I’m already on it.” She smiled as she entered the room and walked into your wardrobe. You headed to the bathroom. “Your highness, how was your sleep last night?”

“It was adequate.”

“I’ve noticed that Riko has decided to grace us with his presence.” She snarked at the lizard. He growled at her comment.

“Okay that’s enough Riko.” You gently pulled him off of you and placed him on the ground beside the tub.

“I love you your highness, but I can’t understand how you can so casually walk around with him. He’s a curse and he was a gift from your no good husband.”

“You said yesterday that he wasn’t so bad.”

“Well that was before I knew that he was cheating on you.”

“So I shouldn’t forgive him?”

“No! Were you seriously considering it?”

“Yes! You’re always so kind and you’re always trying to be the bigger person and forgive everyone.”

“Well that’s because nobody has ever cheated on me and humiliated me as badly as he did to you. I was honestly considering not giving you the kings message but I was afraid that he’d have my head.”

“Addie, no one will ever take you away from me. Not even the king, I won’t allow it.”

“Thank you (Y/n). Now back to the subject of Riko.”

“He’s just so cute! Plus he has regenerative abilities and-”

“-And you’ve trained him to heel those in the palace plus he regenerates energy for you. I get that. You’ve only explained it about a hundred or so times. I don’t get how you aren’t afraid of him though. He’s pocket sized right now but at any moment he could turn on you. Just please be careful, okay?”

You smile and pat the sweet blondes head. “I will be.”

“Cmon then. Let’s get you dressed for the day.” Addison pulled you out of the tub and started to dress you in an off the shoulder gold dress with long flowing sleeves, and white branches embroidered on the big poofy skirt. Addison braided your hair in twin braids and set a silver crown with yellow sapphires on your head.

The two of you walked to the dining hall engaged in pleasant idle chat. Riko hanging from your neck.

As you enter the dining hall you take the seat next to the edge seat to keep some distance between you and your husband, who’s sat himself at the head of the table. “Must she be here?” You growl at your husband as he feeds Marissa chocolate covered fruits such as raspberries and orange slices. You’ve never been a fan of either fruit.

Satoru looked over at you annoyed and the wench looked at you and screamed. “EW! It’s so disgusting! And the snake thing on its neck is gross too!”

“(Y/n), I’ve told you so many times that if you want that curse to stay then you need to keep it in a cage.”

“You always want to keep everything in a cage don’t you.” You mumble. You look over them and realize that your husband wasn’t wearing anything over his eyes. Every time you saw him he wore some three piece blue suit and a black blindfold or other cloth over it. Marissa on the other hand was dressed in a short pastel yellowish cream colored dress with a dark blue feather shawl and a gold necklace with blue apatite gemstone and a small tiara headband to match.

“Guards, take that curse back to her chambers.” Satoru waves.

“Hey! Wait! Don’t hurt him! Satoru!”

“You should refer to him as your majesty.”

“Ugh. How dare you to talk to me that way! I seriously wonder who you think you are sometimes.” You stand to tower over the harlot.

“Oh, well that’s simple.”

“Maymay. Not now.” Satoru grumbled.

“I’m going to be the future queen! Ruru is going to divorce you and marry me!”

You slam your hands on the table and lean over. “Ha! Jokes on you then. By the terms of “Ruru”’s and my marriage contract if one of us divorces the other they loose their right to the throne!”

“WHAT?! Ruru!”

“Yeah, back like two hundred years ago there was this queen who had an affair with a her personal knight, while the king had an affair a duchess. Since the two never had any other children these two were the only ones who had claim to the throne. She is a descendant of the queen and I’m a descendant of the king. Since she’s older than me her father went to the high council and made a case for her to ascend the throne. Because he was a popular noble half of the court sided with him. So my idiot of a father decided to get her and I married to stop the court from breaking apart.”

“Part of the arrangement was that if either of us were to ask for a divorce the other would loose their rights to the throne.” You smirk at Marissa’s scowl.

“But- but if that’s the case, how can I be queen? You promised me that I’d get to be queen!”

“I said that I’d rather have you as my queen, I never promised you anything!”

“Satoru! I hate you!” She ran out crying.

“Baby! Wait!”

“You know that she’s just using you, right?”

“How would you know?!”

“Satoru, you’ve barely touched me. The only time you’ve kissed me was to officiate our marriage, you were too busy getting drunk with Shoko and Suguru at our banquet to dance with me, and to top it off we haven’t even consummated our marriage. You don’t love me. You won’t touch me. If she loved you, she wouldn’t care about our marriage because I am no threat to her.”

“Maybe if you weren’t being such a bitch to her she wouldn’t see you as a threat!”

“YOU were the one who brought YOUR MISTRESS to OUR ANNIVERSARY!”

“I fell in love! I wouldn’t have cared if you did the same. You just whine so much about everything in your life.”

“I can’t believe that you won’t take accountability for what you’ve done! You’ve embarrassed me so badly, yet you try to turn me into the villain. Can you please just tell me what you wanted to do that I can leave?”

“Marissa is going to be living here from today forward.”

“You know what? I’m not even going to be mad at you, because you and that whore don’t deserve any space in my thoughts!” You glared at him and spun on your heels to leave.

You headed straight to your room to get Riko, but as you neared the door you saw Addison kneeling on the floor having a water bucket turned over her by another maid. You ran over there, grabbed the other maid by her throat and shoved her against the wall. “Who the hell do you think you are!?”

“Hey bitch! Get your dirty hands off my personal maid!” You turned around at the insult and of course it was Marissa.

“You listen to me little cock sucker, if this smelly, trashy, pig touches Addie again I’m going to kill her. I can’t just let this slight go though.” With your other hand you grabbed her hands and used your ability to twist and break the stupid maids pointer fingers.

An ear piercing scream erupted from her as you dropped her and cradled Addison’s swollen face. “You didn’t have to do that.” She says as you bring her into your room.

“We need to get your eye treated, it’s already starting to bruise. I don’t want you getting a black eye, you’re too pretty to let some ugly skank ruin that.” You took Riko out of his cage and began to heal Addison. “Do you hate me for that?” You asked her.

“No! I just don’t want the king to retaliate against you because of me.”

“Oh please, I left 8 fingers. She can still work while the others heal.

“I had no idea that gravity manipulation could do that.”

“Yeah. I just have to channel heavier gravity into one part and then make another lighter and it twists around. What was her name anyway?”

“It’s so pretentious. It’s pronounced like “raw-shell” but it’s spelled similar to Rachel.”

“You’re kidding me!”

“Nope. Rachelle, it’s so dumb. Why would anyone choose that name?”

“They hate their child and she hates herself. Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, thank you.” She embraced you softly.

You held her tightly. “I love you, Addie. You’re my best friend and you mean the world to me.”

“I love you too, (Y/n). Just please don’t go around yelling, “Off with their heads!” every time I get hurt, okay?”

“Okay. Since it’s you who’s asking.” You say in a teasing tone.

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