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Seeing Someone

Lando Norris x friend!reader (female reader)

summary: Lando is finally ready to tell you how he feels when he overhears you say that you've started seeing someone - but overheard conversations aren't always what they seem. wc: 5.5k author's note: a few disclaimers: 1. let's all pretend that everyone has to spend a few weeks at MTC before the start of the season and they commute to/from London. 2. therapy and mental health help are so important - i purposefully left some things vague because people go to therapy for a variety of reasons and it should be normalized! i also didn't want things to get too heavy or potentially upset anyone by choosing to elaborate on something they relate to/hits a little too close to home. 3. this was inspired by a post i saw on my dash that said "when you said you were seeing someone i was hoping you meant a therapist". this originally started out more light-hearted, but the angst came out and i couldn't stop. feeling a little insecure about this one - thoughts and feelings in the comments/reblogs/my inbox would be so cherished and appreciated :) once again, special shoutout to @sof1shticated for being my beta reader. couldn't do this without you, Mel! warnings: mentions of reader going to therapy, mentions of reader drinking, a few curse words (i think), and angst! but there is a happy ending (even if it's a little open-ended)

Lando had searched the entirety of McLaren HQ at this point and started to worry – you were quite literally nowhere to be found. Usually, this wouldn’t phase him, since you were notorious for getting distracted or caught up in conversation with everyone you came across. You especially found ways to delay leaving MTC when you had to be there physically – the commute from HQ back to London each day was objectively the worst part of everyone coming together in the weeks leading up to each new season.

Today, however, the two of you had plans to get dinner at your favorite restaurant in London and you would never miss a chance to devour your favorite scallop risotto, cheese garlic bread, several glasses of wine, and a heaping mound of tiramisu for dessert.

He stopped speed-walking abruptly when he saw a familiar head of brown hair out of the corner of his eye.

“OSCAR,” Lando shouted, his speed-walk turning into a run. “Oscar, have you seen Y/N? She told me to meet at her office at 5:00pm but it’s 5:30pm and she is literally missing. She better have a good excuse, I hate being late.”

“Missing? Are you sure she’s not just caught up in a meeting? I saw her heading to Zak’s office around 4:45pm, did you check there?”

“Zak’s office, of course! The one place I didn’t check. Thanks, Osc, you’re the man.”

Oscar rolled his eyes – “Anytime, Lan. What are you running late for? Hot date?”

Lando didn’t miss the wiggle of Oscar’s eyebrows and slight smirk. It wasn’t a secret to the Australian that Lando had a crush on Y/N – although Lando had never confirmed or denied it, it was pretty obvious to anyone who spent more than 30 seconds around them.

“Ah, something like that,” Lando said nonchalantly, a bashful blush making its way to his cheeks.

“Good luck, mate!” Oscar threw a wave over his shoulder as he heard the retreating sound of Lando’s trainers smacking against the floor.

In truth, although you and Lando were just friends and Lando was terrified he may ruin that, he had plans to tell you about his feelings for you that night at dinner. It had been almost a year since you started working for McLaren, and almost a year of Lando pining after you in secret. He spent most days trying to convince himself he was content just being your friend, but he was determined to make 2024 his year. His first win, hopefully of many, maybe even WDC contender material, and finally plucking up the courage to be honest with you.

As Lando hurriedly approached Zak’s office, he could see that the door was slightly ajar and heard your voice trailing through the opening.

“I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me, Zak. And a massive thank you for approving the time off on such late notice.”

“Anytime, Y/N, you know you’re like family to me and everyone here. You sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I’m seeing someone. It’s still new so I’m not set on him yet but I have a really good feeling about it, I’m really starting to wish I had called him sooner. He actually suggested the days off, I’m seeing him on Tuesday and hopefully things continue to go well.”

Lando’s heart dropped to his stomach – all week he had been thinking about tonight. How to tell you, how you might react, how nervous he was, and each day he grew even more anxious. He was panicking – what was he supposed to do? How could he sit across from you all night knowing that he’d missed his chance?

“That’s so good to hear,” Zak said earnestly. “Keep me updated and enjoy your days off.”

Lando could hear chairs scraping and scrambled to leave the scene before you walked out of Zak’s office to find him eavesdropping. He got about 50 feet down the hallway before he heard your voice from behind.

“Lan,” you shouted. “I’m so sorry, I’m totally late but I had to meet with Zak about something and his last meeting went way over.”

You jogged a little to catch up to him – a bright smile on your face that made his heart rate skyrocket and his palms grow sweaty. He couldn’t see you feeling like this. Not tonight, not when he could barely keep himself from telling you that he would be a much better boyfriend than whoever you were dating.

“We still on for dinner? I grabbed everything I needed from my office before I met with Zak so if we leave right this second and ignore the speed limit, they may seat us,” you bumped his shoulder as you joked.

Unable to help himself, only thinking about how hurt he was even though you’d done nothing wrong, Lando blurted out an excuse. “Actually, I was trying to find you to tell you I can’t make it.”

He tried not to react when he saw your face fall a little, but he told himself it was because you were disappointed about the last-minute change in plans and not that he wasn’t going.

“You should still go though,” he offered quickly. “I’m sure you have someone you could take with you!”

Your eyes spotted Oscar across the hallway and you smiled slightly – it had been a while since you had spent time with him and you knew he was having a rough week.

“Yeah, I have someone in mind,” you mused, focusing your eyes back on Lando. “Is everything ok? Are you not feeling well?”

“No, I’m fine, I just forgot I have plans.”

“Well, we had plans. You scheduled over me?”

“It’s a last-minute thing. Date thing. Last-minute date thing.”

“Oh,” you gasped. “Oh, that’s great!” You plastered a fake smile on your face – hoping that he was just as oblivious now as he apparently is to your feelings. “I hope you have a great time, she’s a lucky girl! I’ll see you on Wednesday, I’m taking a couple days off!”

Before he had a chance to say anything else, you sped off in search of Oscar to bribe him to accompany you to dinner. While you set off across the room, Lando smacked himself in the forehead and groaned.

“Why did you tell her it was a date, you idiot,” he mumbled to himself. Now, it was his turn to speed walk through McLaren HQ, but if he had turned around just for a moment, he would have caught you stopped in your tracks staring at him longingly as he walked away.

You shook your head and sighed, continuing your quest to find the younger McLaren driver and rope him into an evening filled with good food and, if you were being honest with yourself, probably a few tears.

A few moments later, you spotted floppy brown hair bouncing as Oscar walked toward the employee parking lot.

“Oscar!” You yelled after him, increasing your pace to catch up to him.

“Hey,” he said, confusion evident on his face, “I thought you were going out with Lando?”

“He’s got a date,” you blurted. “He has a date and he canceled on me and it’s fine. I am fine. But I want my scallop risotto and tiramisu so you’re coming with me.”

“Sure, Y/N, lead the way.”

Oscar was, to put it extremely lightly, confused. Lando was completely enamored by you – anyone with eyes could see it. Oscar was wholly convinced that Lando was going to officially ask you out at dinner tonight, especially after the brief conversation they had while you were late to meet up with him.

Yet, here he was, sat across from you in a dimly lit room as you sipped on your third glass of wine and, with all the subtlety of a neon sign, wiped a tear from your lower lash line.

“It’s not that I’m not happy for him, I’m so happy for him. But canceling last minute is a dick move, right? It’s a dick move. I know I’m just his friend, sometimes I feel like just a colleague, but I’m not being dramatic, right?”

Oscar stared at you blankly – his eyes wide and a look of pure fear on his face. He considered himself good at most things, great at quite a few, but comforting a crying woman was bottom of the list of Oscar Piastri’s skills.

“It’s totally a dick move,” he nodded his head eagerly in agreement. “I just don’t get it – when I saw him earlier he was frantic trying to find you. I think he’d scoured the entirety of MTC, he was out of breath when I found him.”

“Well, at least he had the decency to find me and tell me in person that he planned on ditching me.”

“Yeah, but that’s just it, it didn’t seem like he was trying to find you to tell you that. He complained about being late and when I asked him if he had a hot date, he blushed.”

“He is literally on a hot date.”

“Ok, well, when I asked him I meant did he have a hot date specifically with you.”

You scoffed and set your glass down – as much as you loved Oscar and you knew he’d never judge you, if you had any more wine you’d end up sobbing and not just wiping stray tears away.

“As if! Lando has never once made a move on me even though I flirt, or at least try to flirt, with him any chance I get.”

“You flirt with Lando?”

“I made him a personalized Spotify playlist, had Stroopwafels overnighted to him from The Netherlands after Vegas, bought him a sweater for his birthday with a card that said ‘to match your eyes’, and I compliment him every time I see him.”

“That’s your idea of flirting?”

“Well, yes.”

“Y/N, that’s just being nice to people. You’re nice to everyone. Lando is not going to understand that you’re a little extra nice to him and that means you’re trying to woo him.”

You huffed and slumped in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Ok, well, how would you flirt with Lando?”

“Did you seriously just ask me that question?”

“Yes because apparently you know all about flirting! And by the way, Logan thought I was coming onto him when I was just being nice so some people would consider my actions flirtatious.”

“That doesn’t count, Logan thinks Uber drivers are flirting with him when they say ‘have a nice day’.”

You and Oscar shared a laugh at the mention of your mutual friend – somehow an even more hopeless case than you in the world of romance.

Your laughs turned to giggles and eventually died down completely. A sigh climbed its way out of your throat, the sudden change in your mood evident to Oscar.

“It doesn’t matter anyway – he’s seeing someone so no more trying, and according to you failing, to flirt.”

“You don’t know how serious it is, maybe this was a first date and it’ll go horribly. He definitely doesn’t have a girlfriend if that’s what you’re worried about, he was just saying the other day that Lily and I make him feel painfully single. We can ask him about it on Monday!”

You frowned a bit and tried to recover, but Oscar noticed the way your face fell slightly. “I’m actually taking a few days off, I need some personal time. I won’t be back at MTC until Wednesday.”

“Is everything ok? You don’t have to tell me but if you need anything, you know I’m there for you, right?”

You smiled at Oscar – it was a rare thing to find such great friends in the people you worked with, but you got so incredibly lucky with the McLaren team, especially Lando and Oscar. “I know that, Osc. You’re a gem.”

With a nod of understanding, Oscar changed the subject to something more pleasant, and you enjoyed the rest of your evening with your friend.

When Wednesday morning rolled around, you felt like your stomach might explode from nerves. You had resisted texting Lando over the past few days to ask about his date, you didn’t want to seem too eager and hoped it would come up naturally in conversation during the day. You hadn’t talked to Oscar much, though he’d texted you a few times to check in, but you wondered if he had talked to Lando at all and if he had details on how well Lando’s date went.

You arrived at MTC fairly early, hoping to get a head start on your day. Winter break was nearly over, and you were swamped with finalizing everything for the start of the 2024 season. It wasn’t until lunch that you saw Lando at all and he just so happened to be waiting in your office, sitting comfortably in your chair, while you were walking back from your latest meeting.

“Lando! What are you doing here?”

“I, uh,” he scrambled. “I was just…I don’t know really. I guess I wanted to see you, we haven’t talked in a few days since you’ve been out.”

“Well, we’ve both been busy. You could’ve texted me. How was your date?”

“It was good. Great. How about yours?”

You smiled remembering your evening with Oscar, assuming he had told Lando at some point that he had accompanied you. “Honestly so fun, we had the best time. I hope we get to do it again soon.”

Lando cringed – jealousy rearing its ugly head as he looked down at his feet before answering. “Same, I’ll probably go out with her again this weekend.”

“Good for you,” you gritted. “I’m glad you had fun. I actually have a million things to do so if there’s nothing important…”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just wanted to see you. I guess we’ll catch up soon? Hope you enjoyed your days off.”

Mustering up a fake smile, you told him definitely, awkwardly standing as he rose from your desk and left your office. As soon as he was far enough away that he couldn’t hear you, you groaned. The tension between you and Lando was unbearable, though you didn’t understand why it seemed to mostly be coming from him. Before you had a chance to think any further, you could hear your phone buzzing from inside your bag and begrudgingly pulled it out to see a text from Oscar.

did you go on a date over the weekend?

no? why are you asking me that?

well then why did lando just sit across from me and say ‘did Y/N tell you anything about her date?’

he was just in my office, I asked him how his date went and he asked about ‘mine’. i assumed he was talking about Friday and that you told him i brought you?

i never told him, i guess he thought you brought a real date?

You paused before responding to Oscar, confusion evident on your face and in your lack of response. Before you could type out a reply, two more texts came in.

ok something is up because i just told him that i went with you on friday and he said “i know, i saw you in her insta story in the reflection of a wine glass, i’m talking about yesterday”

insane that he looked close enough to see me in your wine glass but not the point

i literally haven’t been on a date in two years

let me figure this out

You slid your phone back into your bag and pulled out your laptop – your Lando problems would have to wait until you were at least somewhat caught up after missing two days so close to the start of the season.

Meanwhile, at a conference room table in MTC, Oscar was confused. Which, as of late, was a common occurrence when it came to you and Lando.

“Mate,” Oscar addressed Lando, “if you’re not talking about Friday, what date did you ask Y/N about? She hasn’t been on a date in forever.”

“Well then he must have canceled on her because she was supposed to have plans yesterday, it’s why she took days off.”

“I don’t know the exact reason why she took days off but she told me on Friday that she was and didn’t seem too happy about it. Said it was personal reasons.”

“Going on a date is personal.”

“Not ‘take two days off of work’ personal! Where are you even getting this information?”

Lando looked away sheepishly, afraid to admit to Oscar that he had eavesdropped on a private conversation between you and Zak. With Oscar looking at him expectantly, and a bit like a pissed-off Mum, he blurted it out.

“I heard her talking to Zak! Last week on Friday, when I was looking for her, she was in his office and the door was cracked. She had asked him for a couple days off and talked about how she recently started seeing someone and was seeing him again on Tuesday aka yesterday.”

Now Oscar was really confused. You had cried over Lando publicly on Friday, and he knew you fairly well, which meant there was no way you would be crying over Lando and going out with someone else four days later.

“I think you need to just talk to her because I promise you, she is not seeing someone. Also, what do you care? You ditched her for a date on Friday.”

Oscar had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched Lando’s face fall.

“Lando, tell me you didn’t.”

“I might have.”

“Jesus, Lando, you heard 30 seconds of a conversation and decided to lie to her? Because what, your ego took a blow? Some caveman instinct?”

“No, I don’t know, honestly. It just slipped out! I had planned to ask her out for real and when I heard her say ‘I’m seeing someone’, I just didn’t know how to be around her. I couldn’t be around her that night.”

“You need to go talk to her. Apologize. Preferably, immediately.”

Lando jumped up from his seat and sighed. “You’re right. She might kill me, and she has every right to, but I have to talk to her and apologize to her. Wish me luck!”

Before Oscar could do what Lando had asked, Lando raced off towards your office, barely stopping himself from tripping over his own two feet.

Across MTC, you had just settled your mind and gotten into a groove of catching up on emails and making progress on deadlines. As soon as you thought to yourself that the day was going better than expected, your office door flung open and Lando Norris was standing stiff in your doorway.

“Lan, I told you that I’m busy. What is going on?” Annoyance was evident in your voice and Lando cringed knowing that this conversation was probably not going to be very pleasant.

“Why did you take time off?”

Your body straightened in shock, of all the things he could have asked you after bombarding you in your office, you wouldn’t have guessed he would pry into your personal life.

“That’s none of your business, Lando. If you were worried about me, you could have reached out, but I haven’t heard from you since you ditched me on Friday.”

Lando could see the hurt on your face, he could see it evident in your body language. He thought back to how you had looked upset immediately when he told you on Friday that he couldn’t go with you – when he told himself it had nothing to do with you wanting to spend time with him.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m sorry for that, it wasn’t – I mean I didn’t, I didn’t want to not go. I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Ok, I’m totally lost. You didn’t know what to do about what, Lando?”

He steeled himself for your reaction – something he had learned by being your friend for the past year was that you held trust and truth in high regard. You didn’t like being lied to, and you didn’t like people trying to dig into your life or get information you weren’t willing to share.

“I heard you in Zak’s office. I wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose, I swear, I was looking for you because you were late meeting me. Oscar told me you might be with Zak so I went there and the door was open. And I heard you. So I lied and told you that I couldn’t go to dinner, I don’t know why I said I had a date. All I could focus on was how hurt I was, I just couldn’t be around you and then I felt so stupid and terrible for lying so that’s why I didn’t text you at all.”

You were completely and utterly perplexed – you couldn’t even react with anger at the thought of Lando listening to a private conversation and outright lying to you. What could he have overheard that he was so upset about?

“Lando, I’m still confused. What did you hear? How did I hurt you?”

“No, no, you didn’t hurt me. You have no idea how I feel about you – I was going to tell you that night.” Lando was word-vomiting at this point, he never wanted you to find out this way but he couldn’t stop rambling. “I have had feelings for you for so long, and I finally decided that I was going to tell you even if I was convinced you don’t feel the same. And now I know you don’t because you’re seeing someone and – ”

You interrupted him sternly, allowing the anger you were feeling to come forth and shoving down your confusion. “I’m not dating anyone? Is that why you asked Oscar about my ‘date’? Where did you get that idea?”

“You told Zak that you’re seeing someone and that it’s new but things are going good. I heard you say you were seeing him again on Tuesday.”

Your eyes doubled in size – if you weren’t so pissed off, you might have found humor in this, but you felt heat rising to your cheeks and your stomach churned at the thought of divulging your personal struggles.

“Lando, I’m seeing a therapist,” you hissed.

He froze for a moment, then scrambled to shut your door which was still ajar from him barging in.

“A therapist? Are you okay? What’s going on, why didn’t you tell me that you’ve been struggling?”

“No, no, you don’t get to do this right now. You don’t get to make me less angry by being kind and caring.”

“I’m not doing it to make you less angry, Y/N, I genuinely – ”

“I don’t care, Lando! You eavesdropped on my private conversation, misunderstood the context of that conversation, and then you lied to me. You hurt me. And now, because you got your feelings hurt and did things you shouldn’t have done, I have to share something I wasn’t comfortable sharing with you just yet.”

Lando was speechless – you could see the remorse on his face, the tears threatening to spill from his eyes, but in that moment you wanted him to feel even worse than you were.

“And you want to know the worst part,” you cried. “I feel the same way about you. I cried to Oscar at dinner because I thought you were with someone else, that you would have rather been at dinner with a different girl.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Can we please just go somewhere and talk? Really talk this out? I know I messed up, but this doesn’t have to change things or how we feel about each other.”

You wanted to, god, did you want to – you knew Lando hadn’t done any of this on purpose. You knew he didn’t have malicious intent and you knew how hurt he probably felt at the idea of you being with someone – it was exactly the way you felt when you thought the same about him.

“I think you should go, Lan”. Despite every part of you wanting to sit and talk, you knew that you needed some time to settle down.

“Ok,” he whispered. “When you’re ready,” he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat, “if you’re ever ready, you know where to find me.”

His posture made you feel sick as he left your office – Lando was always confident, shoulders back and head held high, but as you watched him through the glass walls surrounding you, he was hunched over. Dejected. You’d only ever seen him that way a few times – after he was torn apart by the media or after making a mistake during a race.

It hurt you to see him that way. But, he had also hurt you, and you needed time.

It had been two weeks since “the incident” with Lando – that’s what Oscar started calling it and it stuck. Fight felt too strong, disagreement felt too weak, so it became something nameless. Undefined. Indeterminate. Exactly like what existed now between you and Lando.

Oscar and Lando were set to leave for Sakhir in a week and you wouldn’t see them again until you joined the team for the Australian GP. If you didn’t work things out with Lando before they left for testing, it would be well over a month without a resolution.

The thought made your eyes burn with tears – you were still upset but more than that you missed Lando. You didn’t even have to wonder if he felt the same because you’d seen him around MTC. He looked just as awful as you, if not worse, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to start a conversation.

You began packing up your things to leave the office, grateful beyond belief that it was a Friday and you’d have two days without seeing Lando’s familiar curls everywhere you turned. At least at home, you would only see them behind closed eyes and wouldn’t have to blink back tears.

A knock at your door startled you, but you assumed it was your team lead looking for your latest analytics report. At least there was one thing you could be happy about – the car data was phenomenal and all signs were pointing to an amazing season for McLaren.

You told whoever was knocking to come in, not looking up from your bag as you rifled through your files. “So sorry, Tom, I meant to bring this to you earlier but I – ”

A throat clearing cut you off, and you looked up to see Lando standing in your doorway with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and one of those cheesy “I’m sorry” balloons in his left hand. You almost giggled, but then you looked at his face and your heart dropped. Dark circles under red-rimmed eyes - he looked awful.

“I know you said you’d reach out when you’re ready to talk, and I wanted to respect that and give you all the space you need. But, we’re both miserable. At least I think you’re miserable, I know I am. I miss you terribly. I miss my friend. And if that’s all you’ll ever be to me, I can respect that and I will cherish it because the past week has been the worst week of my life.”

“Lando, I – ”

“Please, please let me get all of this out. Please let me apologize.”

You smiled slightly, nodding your head for him to continue.

“I’m sorry for invading your privacy. It wasn’t on purpose but I should have left as soon as I heard you talking because I know how important trust is to you. I violated yours and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying to you. It doesn’t matter if I was hurt, I could’ve just said I wasn’t feeling well or asked you about what I overheard immediately. After apologizing for overhearing, of course. I’m sorry that it took Oscar talking sense into me for me to come to you in the first place. I’m sorry that I hurt you and I’m sorry that I behaved like a child instead of talking to you about my feelings. My actions made you feel forced to tell me something personal that you weren’t ready to share. I’m so sorry, and I hope you know that I’m here for you always.”

He let out a deep breath and you watched his shoulders relax slightly for the first time in two weeks. You knew he was sorry – you’d known how sorry he was immediately when he started explaining and apologizing the first time around, but you just weren’t ready to hear it yet.

“Thank you, Lan,” you whispered as you walked towards him and took his free hand in your own. “I know you’re sorry and I know that this was all a misunderstanding that just got out of hand.”

“I am also sorry for springing my feelings on you. I wanted to tell you properly, ask you out properly, but I couldn’t explain myself without telling you. I ruined everything, it was woefully unromantic.”

“Yeah, that was a bit shit, I didn’t get my big grand gesture or anything.”

Lando’s eyes grew wide, a hopeful gleam in them. “I mean, would you – is that something you would still want? I don’t want to pressure you and I don’t want to assume that you still feel the same.”

“I do,” you said softly. “But, I think we should work on really moving past this before we officially jump into anything more.”

“I completely agree. However, I do have a reservation for two in about forty minutes to make up for ditching you, if you’d like to join me? Otherwise, I’ll have to bring Oscar. He won’t stop talking about the cheese garlic bread.”

“No, Lando, you don’t understand. He ordered three baskets. I went home and typed an apology email to Zak for ruining his diet.”

You both erupted in giggles, leaning into each other for support and out of habit. It felt so good to laugh, the weight and stress of the past two weeks rolling off in waves as Lando’s shoulder bumped yours and you heard the unmistakable laughter that you’d come to love so much.

“Maybe we should bring him anyway,” you pondered. “He’s been an exceptionally good friend to us both the past couple of weeks.”

“He can come next time, I’d like you to myself for the evening. If that’s ok?”

“More than ok, Lan. I’ve really missed you.”

He leaned in quickly, kissing your cheek gently and then nuzzling his nose against your neck, inhaling the scent of the perfume he’d gifted you for your last birthday. “Not as much as I’ve missed you,” he objected, his eyes glimmering slightly. Wet eyelashes fluttered against your neck as he stayed tucked into your side for a few more moments.

“We’re going to be late,” you whispered, with a sincere lack of urgency.

“Can we go back to my hotel room instead? Watch a movie and order in? Jus’ wanna hold you.”

Your heart constricted – as much as you wanted to tease him and say he owed you a night out and your favorite meal, you wanted nothing more than to spend the night in Lando’s arms.

“Of course, Lan. I think I need that too.”

On the way to Lando’s car, you passed Oscar who gave you both a knowing smile and a short wave. If you asked him if he had been waiting for you guys to leave, he would deny it. He would deny being so invested in your reconciliation that he waited close to an hour after he could leave for the day to make sure you were both ok. He would also deny that he tracked both of you and when it dawned on him that you were skipping your dinner, he sped to that little Italian place and stole your reservation for an order (or two) of cheese garlic bread.

He couldn’t resist sending a poorly taken picture to the group chat with the three of you and you burst out laughing when you opened it.

“Lan, Oscar somehow stole our dinner res,” you giggled, turning your phone to show Lando an unmistakable basket of bread and a follow-up text with several heart emojis.

Lando held his phone up to snap a quick selfie of you two cuddled up in bed, him leaning in for the second time that evening to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. Almost immediately after it delivered, your phones lit up with another text from Oscar.

HOT DATE FR THIS TIME?

You and Lando looked at each other and smiled, the mutual understanding of where you stood with your feelings evident.

not quite yet, but soon :)

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messy.

Kento Nanami can’t understand why he’s so infatuated with you. You're his complete opposite. You're not neat or organized with your things at the office. Your clothes are never put together: you always have a mismatched sock, or a wrinkle on your skirt, or dirt on your shoes. You talk loudly, can’t keep quiet on your seat, always a leg bouncing, always something to say. And yet, he can’t understand why he feels so attracted to you.

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And yet, he can’t understand why he feels so attracted to you. Maybe it’s the way you don’t care about what other people think of you, the way you’re free. He just can’t help the way you make him feel, like you’re a magnetic force, pulling him in.

Which is why he approaches you at the bar. You were already there when he arrived, having an exciting conversation with the young bartender girl who was just trying to do her job. Nanami takes a seat beside you and swallows hard, trying to think of what to say to get your attention. He didn’t have to make much effort, for you noticed him first. You watched as he ordered a whiskey on ice, and he suddenly felt self-conscious.

“Mr. Nanami,” you say, your speech a little slurred, eyes glassy and a smile on your lips. His chest almost implodes at the sight, “You come here often?”

It's clear that your question is joke, a flirtatious joke, but still. Still Nanami finds it hard to breathe.

“Sometimes,” he answers, trying to sound casual. You eye him down, from his neat hair to his formal work clothes. He doesn’t belong here. He overheard you asking some of your coworkers out, to the bar nearby, and decided to show up. He didn’t expect to find you by yourself, though.

Smiling at him, you turn your body to face him, brushing away a strand of hair from your face.

"Never thought I'd find someone like you in this bar,” you state, taking another sip from your beer.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this place is a bit messy for you, isn't it?” You shrug.

He pauses as the bartender hands him his whiskey. Your hooded eyes and body language make him unsure if you mean the bar or something else. Only then, he notices your skirt hiked up to your upper thighs and your stocking has a lace band on the hem. Under it, an intricate tattoo adorns your thigh, something he didn't know you had. His breath catches in his throat, and he takes a sip from his drink.

You’re right. This bar is a bit messy for him, with loud shitty music playing, drunk people dancing, lone men and women on the bar, slurring their words, sobbing in their hands. Not a place for someone like him to go after hard day at work.

“Yeah.” He manages to say, clearing his throat, “But I couldn’t help but feel attracted to it.”

Your eyes sparkle, and a smile tugs the corner of your lips, “Yeah? What makes you feel this way?”

Nanami swallows hard. You look so sexy like this, legs crossed, face hot from the beer, a few strands of hair coming out of the once neat bun in the back of your neck.

He doesn’t know you noticed. The looks he gives you when you’re distracted at work, staring lustily, almost longing for your presence when you get up from your cubicle to go somewhere else. Once you caught him staring and he looked away quickly, embarrassed. You found it adorable the way he flushed and tried to act like nothing had happened. You can’t lie and say you’ve never thought about it, him and you, kissing in a secret supply closet, or fucking in the unused restroom on the 12 th floor of the office building, or even tangled in sheets after a rough pounding session.

But those are just fantasies. Thoughts that come and go when you realize he’s near you or looking over the walls of his cubicle at you. In your head, he’d never go for someone like you. He always looks so neat and organized, going to work with pressed white shirts under blazer jackets and fancy shoes. And you’re just... you.

Nanami clears his throat again, snapping you back to reality.

“I guess the...” He seems to hesitate a little, “its freedom.”

A frown grows between your brows, “Freedom?”

He takes another sip from his drink. “The way it’s... carefree.”

Then, you know he isn’t talking about the bar.

“Oh.”

“I’ve always wanted to give it a try.”

Looking directly in his eyes, you sober up a little, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze.

“You...” now, you hesitate, “You seem like a precise guy. Do you always take such risks?”

His eyes darken as they look down at you, “No. But when I want something, I can’t get it out of my head.”

A silent pause follows, just mere seconds before you lean in and presses your lips against his. Nanami doesn’t have time to kiss you back as you spill your bottle all over him.

“Shit!” you exclaim grabbing napkins from the bar and trying to dry him off, “Fuck, I’m so sorry! God, I’m so clumsy, I’m so sorry!”

He sees the desperate look on your face, a hint of tears welling up, and he gently grabs your wrists, making you pause and look at him. Then, he cups your cheek and leans in to kiss you properly. You return the kiss, more gently this time. He sighs when you trying to deepen the kiss, allowing you to pass your tongue through his lips. He does the same and a fire ignites inside him, he knows he must have you.

Nanami pulls apart, a string of saliva connecting you both, and breathes hard.

“Let me take you home.” He whispers and, despite the loud music muffling his request, you laugh softly.

“What for?”

He takes a deep breath, cupping your cheeks with both hands and pressing his forehead on yours.

“I need to...” He closes his eyes. A feeling blooms in his chest traveling to his stomach and going straight to his cock. Fuck it, he’s gonna say it. “I need to fuck you.”

The sincerity of it all makes your core pulsate between your legs. Is this real? Is one of your fantasies about to become true? Your breath hitches and your cheeks warm at the statement he gives you.

“Then what’s-” you breathe, “what’s stopping you from fucking me right here?”

Next thing you know, you’re being dragged outside of the bar and being pressed against a stone wall. It all happens so fast you almost don’t register Nanami dragged you to the backdoor of the establishment and kissing you behind the building. It's where employers come to take the trash out, or to have a smoke break, and you don’t know why, but the possibility of being caught just turns you on.

Nanami turns you around, making your chest press on the cold brick wall, and lifting your skirt hastily. He grabs your ass firmly, earning a grunt from you. You feel his hand move down to the middle of your cheeks, cupping your core hungrily. A moan escapes your lips as he starts massaging your cunt over your underwear. It might have been a little too loud and if people were passing through, they’d hear the both of you, but, right now, you don’t give a shit. It’s not like you’ve never done this before, you’ve had your adventures in public once or twice, but the idea of being seen with him makes you wet.

Kento Nanami, the one who never has a strand of hair out of place, who is always well-kept and tidy, is about to fuck you. You, who’s always careless, sloppy and untidy.

“Fuck, Nanami.” You breathe as you reach to your underwear. He helps, pulling it down until your ass is exposed to the cold air. His fingers find their way to your cunt, already wet for him. He rubs your clit, and you moan loudly, your voice echoing in the alley.

“ Shh .” He puts a hand over your mouth as he inserts a finger inside you. You whimper and close your eyes, leaning your forehead against the wall. “Fuck, you’re so warm.” His voice is trembling with desire as he adds another finger starts pumping them inside you.

You open your mouth to suck on his fingers, letting out a quiet breath. “Nanami, please.”

You barely register his cock before he slides it inside you. He grunts, leaving you no time to adjust to him and start moving right away. Whimpering, grunting, and moaning, you try your best to keep it down, but it just feels so good to have him inside you that you want to make every sound possible to everyone to hear, to everyone to know Kento Nanami is fucking you. You can hear his rough breath, head pressed against your shoulder, a hand on your ass, the other on your shoulder.

“F-fuck!” He breathes, slamming hard in you and groaning your name, “I’ve wanted this for so long!”

“Oh, yeah?” You say, between breaths, feeling his grip on your ass tighten, “You mean this pussy? You’ve been wanting this pussy?”

“God, yes!”

Nanami wraps an arm around your waist and the other across your chest, speeding this pace and slamming hips on your ass harder than before. You grab his arm and guides his hand to your clit, wanting him to touch you there again. He immediately starts circling the bundle of nerves and you start to see stars with your orgasm coming, a quiet moan leaving your lips.

“Do you like it, baby?” He whispers in your ear.

“Kento,” You purr, throwing you head back and leaning on his shoulder. “Fuck– I love it.”

At the sound of his first name, he thrusts inside you hard, and you suddenly feel the fire in your lower stomach, your toes curling inside your shoes as you try to grab the wall for support. The orgasm hits you hard and your knees almost give in, if it weren’t for the strong pair of arms holding you. Nanami feels your walls squeezing him and follows right after, cumming just seconds after you. Both of your breaths are uneven, a thin layer of sweat is on both of your skins, and he holds you like this for a moment before he pulls you to his chest. You feel his quick heartbeat slamming inside his chest as he cups your cheek, making you lean into his touch.

Swallowing hard, you allow yourself to enjoy his embrace as the pace of your heartbeats is normal again and your breaths aren’t uneven anymore. The cold wind that hits you makes you shiver again, the sweat on your skin making it colder. It surprises you how gentle he is, as Kento pulls out of you slowly, watching your reaction to his absence. Sighing, you smile to yourself, feeling the slick substance run down your inner thighs. You don’t mind when he gently pulls your underwear up again, helping you pull your skirt down. It’s an intimate act, something you’ve never experienced before, and it makes you blush for a moment.

“You okay?” He asks.

You nod, then shrug, turning around to face him. “Kinda cold, but… I’m okay.”

He shrugs his blazer off and wraps it around you, rubbing your upper arms in the hope the friction will warm you up.

Why is being so gentle you with you? It's not like you both have a relationship besides the shared looks in the office.

“Thanks,” you whisper, fighting the urge to bury your nose on the fabric and inhale his scent.

Nanami nods, “I meant it before. Let me take you home.”

You look at him, sweat across his forehead, hair sticking to it. All you want to do is brush it away, wipe the moist from his skin and kiss him slowly until you can’t feel your lips. Maybe this is more than just sex, you think. You don’t know why he looks so captivated by you, but you like it. You like the way he’s gentle.

So you nod, smiling.

“Okay.”

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willieverseetheland · 3 months

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jingle bells.

spencer reid x fem!reader summary: spencer gets a little too tipsy at the office christmas party.

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, language, spencer being a dork

fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

I know christmas has been over, I just felt inspired.

wc: 1.4k

You've always loved Christmas. It wasn't the holiday itself; it was how it brought people together. Everything just feels so cozy and bright. So when Penelope asked you to help her decorate for the party, you were more than happy to do so.

Although your job can be very depressing at times, the office environment is truly amazing. Everyone is so kind. You couldn't ask for better coworkers. However, there's one fellow profiler you've grown rather close with these past few months.

Spencer Reid was one of the first people you became friends with at the BAU, other than Penelope of course. He's such a good friend, and always seems to be genuinely interested in what you have to say. He notices the little things, like when you were always complaining about your feet being cold, so he bought you fuzzy socks. Or when he overheard you talking to Emily about how badly you wanted this decorative plate set for your new apartment, and he got it for you for your birthday. He's truly the best friend a girl could ever ask for. But recently you've been wondering if it's only platonic love that you feel. Could it be more than friendship? You find yourself putting extra effort into your appearance, but you just chalk it up to wanting to better yourself. You have also noticed how when you shop, you choose clothes you think he might like.

Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if he feels the same way. Does he lie in bed at night thinking of your voice and laughter the way you think of him? Does he get flustered when your knees brush together during debriefs? Does he get that fluttery feeling in his stomach when you lock eyes from across the room?

Now that you're thinking about it, you really fucking like him. You feel like a teenager with a schoolgirl crush. God, how could you let this happen? You know that co-worker relationships rarely work out. But you're an adult, you can be mature about it, right?

You snap out of your daydream and realize its already 6:00. The party starts in an hour, and you only have a quarter of what you need to do done.

"Hey Penelope, think we could get some Christmas music going? I work faster with music playing!"

"It's like you read my mind y/n!"

The sound of bells fills the room and suddenly you find yourself feeling very festive. You hear Penelope humming along.

You work quickly to get the last of the lights and tinsel strung up. You wish it could look like this year-round. You check your watch. 6:53. Everyone should be arriving soon.

You hear the elevator ding and see Derek walk out with a plate full of what is most definitely store-bought cookies.

"Wow, you ladies really outdid yourselves."

"Hello Derek and thank you" you smile.

People begin to arrive one-by-one. Emily, JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. Everyone says their hellos and get settled. Some make their way to the booze faster than others.

It's 7:25 and Spencer isn't here yet. You feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You were really hoping to see him tonight. You decide to grab yourself a drink and socialize, take your mind off of him. He'll show up eventually, right?

"Y/N! Hey! Where's your other half?" Emily chuckles and raises her eyebrows. You can tell she snuck a few shots in the elevator.

"I assume you mean Spencer. Not sure actually." So much taking your mind off of him. And what did she mean by other half? It's not that obvious right?

You scan the room, hoping to see Spencer, but you don't. However, you do catch Rossi getting rather comfortable with new forensic photographer.

You finish your drink and wander off to get another. Looking at your watch you see that it's 7:47. You're starting to feel a little hopeless. But right as you turn to rejoin the party, you see him. Those big brown eyes and fluffy hair.

"Hey Y/N, sorry I'm late. I had to go pick up some last-minute gifts."

Weight falls off of your shoulders at the sound of his voice. You feel overwhelming relief now that he's here. You had spent the last hour, or at least what felt like an hour, with your jaw clenched and a heavy feeling in your stomach. You hate feeling this way. You know you need to talk to him, but you don't want to screw up a good thing.

"It's alright Spence, I'm just glad you're here now." You give him a warm smile and place your hand on his shoulder.

He gives you his classic dorky smile in return, and you feel those all too familiar butterflies swell in your stomach.

As the night goes on, the wine flows and sounds of laughter fills the room. You stay by Spencer's side practically the whole night. Now you understand what Emily meant. You notice he's had quite a bit to drink. Definitely not more than Rossi, but more than usual. You feel like he's being more playful and affectionate as well. But you assume it's just the alcohol. You desperately hope he's flirting, but you don't want to look too far into it.

Your thoughts quickly dissolve into the air as the room goes silent and Rossi's rather loud voice announces it's time to exchange gifts. You give out your gifts and accept the ones given to you. You receive a cinnamon roll scented candle from Emily, a pair of heart shaped earrings from Penelope, a fuzzy blanket from JJ, and various trinkets and gadgets from others. Spencer hands you a slender box wrapped in shiny blue snowflaked wrapping paper.

"I wonder what this could be." You raise your eyebrow playfully and give a small laugh.

You carefully tear off the wrapping paper and open the box. Inside is a necklace with small heart shaped locket.

"Go ahead, open the locket." he has a drunken grin, and his eyes are eager.

You open the locket and inside is a picture of you and Spencer from your birthday. You feel a warmth spread over your face and you can't help but smile.

"Oh my god Spencer, this is- thank you so much, really." You pull him into a tight embrace. Relishing in the feeling of his arms around you for just a moment. You pull away, smile faltering slightly.

"Would you walk with me? Outside? It's really warm in here." His eyes are glassy and his cheeks are a rosy pink. His drinks have definitely caught up with him now. No wonder he feels warm.

"Of course, are you feeling okay?" you ask with sincerity.

"Yeah, there's just a lot of noise. Just need some fresh air s'all."

You two slip out into the crisp, December night. The sky's clear so you can see the stars. Your breath creates mini clouds in the night air.

You look over at Spencer and wonder what's going on inside that brilliant brain of his. You've always been so fascinated by the way he thinks.

"You look so beautiful right now. I-I mean you always do, but in this moment you..." his voice trails off like he has more to say, but doesn't know if he should say it.

"You don't look too bad yourself." You let out a quiet laugh.

You can hear carolers singing jingle bells in the distance.

You glance up at him and see that he's looking at you. His eyes reflect the full moon. There's a sadness in his eyes but also an admiring, soft expression.

"y/n."

"Yeah, Spencer?" You place your hand on his forearm. His mouth opens and closes slightly like he doesn't know if he should say what he's about to say.

"I love you. I'm in love with you, y/n." his voice is soft and trembling ever so slightly. His eyes jump across your face, searching for a reaction.

You feel like your brain might short circuit. You're overwhelmed with emotion. You feel a sting as your eyes prick up with tears.

"Spencer, I don't know what to say." You see his smile fade and fear that may have been poor choice of words.

You decide maybe words won't do how you feel justice.

You step closer to him, placing your right hand on his cheek and the left just below his jaw. You breathe in deeply and pull his face to yours. You place a soft kiss on his lips. He then grabs the sides of your face deepening the kiss. You feel heat creeping up your neck, and the whole world feels as though it's melting away.

You pull away, catching your breath. He looks starstruck, like he can't believe what just happened. And honestly, you can't either. You almost want to ask him to pinch you.

"I love you too, Dr. Spencer Reid."

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kenposting · 9 months

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New Guy

Summary: Short & sweet; Ken is the new guy at your work - somewhere he keeps calling the ‘real world’. You don’t get that, but what’s new, he never really makes any sense.

WC: 2.2k

AN: (Insert crying emoji) thank you for all the kind comments on the last Ken brainrot story I wrote omg!!! I just like him... did nawt expect all that. A small part of this was very loosely inspired after reading a blurb by @ideas-live-forever where Ken doesn’t like a latte. Its very cute and you can read it here!

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You wished you had words to describe him, really. I mean, how many times could you redirect the conversation away from the two of you? Your friends, roomates, classmates, even your family – they all picked up on your recent busy schedule. You were seeing someone, and that someone came off as incredibly alluring and mysterious to them after your hesitance in explaining.

Ken was not alluring, let alone mysterious. Bless his heart, he was a bit dense actually. You didn’t want to tell people about him - not out of embarrassment, but out of protection for him. This world was a lot different from the one he claimed to be from… another piece of him you didn’t quite understand. You chalked it up to at best a joke or some weird pick up line (him saying he was from “out of this world”) and at worst an actual delusion, but you didn’t mind it. You found it kind of charming.

You still remember when you first heard about him. There was a new guy at work and your coworkers were laughing about some of the answers he gave on his job interview. You felt a little bad, knowing his answers should’ve been kept confidential, but you couldn’t help but laugh when you overheard them.

“No, yeah he literally said his last job was ‘beach’. Not lifeguard, not pool attendant, not national park ranger, not even the beach, just beach.”

You laughed a little to yourself, finishing wiping down one of the tables. You had a morning shift today, like most days, but you wouldn't be open for a little while. You had time to listen.

“I don’t know, man. At least he can wash a mean dish.”

They weren’t laughing with him, but rather at him. It did make you a bit sad. He sounded hilarious, honestly. It was probably just a bit that he took too seriously. After all, a job interview isn’t always the best place to joke around like that.

A metallic ding rang through the restaurant as the door swung open. You looked up to be met with quite the character. He was tall, probably around 6’3” or 6’4”, and tan. Must've been all that time at beach. His stature was broad and his shoulders barely fit through the doorframe. He was dressed in the same uniform you were, except his yellow diner ringer tee was tucked in to a pair of light blue cuffed jeans, paired with white tennis sneakers and white crew socks. He was blonde, clearly by choice, not birth, and he stood with a clean dishtowel draped over his left shoulder. He looked like he just stepped out of an 80’s back-to-school Target ad.

“Morning, Ken.”

“Morning! Thank you for the opportunity to work here! So cool…”

You smiled to yourself, grabbing menus to set out on each table. He looked just as odd as he everyone made him out to be.

Prep duty was your given task for this morning. Since you typically worked an opening shift before school, you only had to wait tables until 2pm. Doors didn’t open until 9am, so that left you three hours to cut vegetables and fruit while you supervised the new guy.

“Hey, my office please.”

Your boss beckoned you, explaining what Ken’s tasks were so you could keep an eye on him.

“He’ll probably keep to himself, honestly. He seems nervous, but he’s glad to work here. I don’t really… get him.”

“What do you mean, sir?”

You boss sighed and shook his head, searching for a way to explain everything.

“When I asked him about previous employment he just said he worked at ‘beach’ and that he was 'very good at it'. His references were all listed under the name name… his name. Ken. I kept asking if he was, like, a lifeguard or something and why everyone he’s worked for was also named Ken. He just kept repeating, ‘no, sir, just beach,’ and ‘I’m not sure I understand, sir, is your name not Ken too?’ like that made any sense.”

Air quotes punctuated the absurdity of the whole thing.

You bit the inside of your lip, stifling a laugh. This guy was wither a genius or actually insane.

“Anyways…” he trailed off. “He didn’t have much more to say about work, but he said he was in town to study – of course, without any documentation. I guess you don’t need a diploma to wash dishes.”

Ken did keep to himself mostly, but you could tell he took his job incredibly seriously. His brows furrowed while washing the plates from last night’s dinner rush. He wanted to be good at this, you could tell. You wondered if he took beach the same way, like his life depended on it.

The day went by quickly. All the girls – and Ken – got off at the same time, switching aprons as the evening crew trickled in.

“Wanna come to the bar with us tonight? It’s half-price on Tuesdays!”

You smiled at the offer, but respectfully declined.

“I’ve got homework, but maybe next time!”

They sighed, saying you were no fun, waving to you as they all left together. You stayed behind to count and divide the tips. So did Ken, for some reason.

“You can go home whenever you’re ready, Ken. Good job today.”

You pretended not to notice his ears perk at your compliment. He was blushing, like… actually blushing.

“Oh, thank you.”

He sounded surprised, like he hadn’t ever been told he did well before.

“What are you doing now?”

You looked up at him. He was actually quite handsome up close. You both had your backs turned to each other most of the day so you didn’t get a chance to notice.

His eagerness to learn was also attractive. He wasn’t handsy or gross or trying to hit on you like some of the previous employees you’ve worked with. He was kind and appeared genuine.

“I’m counting the tip jar from this morning so I can divide the tips between all the morning waitresses. Each of them get their own tips on the bills or in cash, but the ones in the jar are kind of random, so we split all of those. We count morning separately so whatever the evening crew makes can be divided amongst themselves, in case they were busier or slower than us. Its fair that way. You get some too.”

He looked like you just told him his childhood home caught fire. He was just bewildered at the concept.

“I get some? But I already got paid for today, they said I’d get it on my 'check' in two weeks.”

He did not know what a check was. You smiled to yourself, still deciding on wether he was being smart with you or if he was just inexperienced in the world.

“Yeah, see? 20, 40, 60, 80, 100 in 20s, then 110, 120, 130, 140 in 10s. I already counted the fives – 145, 150, 155, 160, 165, 170, 175, 180, 185 there – and ones, so 186, 7, 8 ,9, 90, 91, 2, 3, 4 ,5, 6, 7, so that’s 197, divided by the staff is $32.83 each.”

He did not get it at all. He nodded hesitantly, hoping to convince you he understood you just fine. You were explaining it like he should know this, afterall, and he felt kind of insecure that he didn’t get it. You didn’t mean to hurt his feelings and he knew that, but he was just more sensitive than most.

“So I take it you didn’t make any tips at ‘beach’?”

He shook his head, answering with complete seriousness.

“No. We didn’t have money at all, actually.”

He was always like that. It had been a couple of months now since he started with you. Every day he said something weirder than the day before. Just like today, when he asked if you were doing anything after work. You said homework, as per usual, and watched him panic, replying with, “Oh yeah... me too actually…”

“Yeah? You’re in school?”

He nodded, another serious look on his face. He had forgotten about homework for a while now. They didn’t have homework in Barbieland.

The thought alone of this man in a classroom was enough to have you laughing. Sure, he was smart and charming and handsome and good at his job and personable and kind and… lots of other things you didn’t want to admit, but he didn’t strike you as someone that would thrive in an academic environment.

You took him out for drinks that afternoon. It was a small cafe that also served daydrinks, like mimosas or sangrias. It was a comfortable and safe environment, which was welcome, as today’s assignment was complicated even for you. Who knows why you took organic chemistry as your major. You hated chemistry. Everyone hated chemistry.

You felt him watching you attentively, like he was checking if you might’ve needed anything.

“What’s your homework on?”

He was gentle in his approach. He liked you.

You looked at him. He truly wanted to know, it wasn’t just small talk.

You explained it as best at you could, truly, but he looked like he was about to cry, like it physically hurt his brain. Changing the subject, you asked what he was studying.

“I’m majoring in Patriarchy and minoring in Horses and Beach.”

You didn’t ask more. He was dead serious, too. He really was highlighitng and placing index notes on a book about horses. Stacked in his (pale yellow) backpack (with tiny embroidered flowers) were heavy textbooks, though, so he must've been studying something. Maybe this was part of the joke. After looking over his course catalogue to help him figure out assignment priority based on credit weights, you saw he was majoring in Gender Studies and minoring in Equine Science and Marine Biology. So yes, patriarchy, horses, and beach.

The waitress stopped by your table and he panicked again, ordering the same thing as you. A little while later, two Espresso Martinis arrived. You sipped the drink casually, focused on your assignment.

He didn’t mind it when you weren’t focused on him. He enjoyed your company, even in the quiet. He never felt like you were laughing at him. It was more like you found him funny, but in a nice way. He liked that about you. He liked all of you, actually.

“Oh, wow!”

He had a sort of outburst that startled you from whatever it was you were reading. You couldn’t remember actually, the look on his face made you forget what you had just read.

“Oh my gosh, that is terrible!!”

He spoke in an elevated whisper, careful to not offend the workers.

“Why does it hurt, is something wrong with it??”

You covered your mouth to keep from laughing at him. He looked truly horrified.

“Have you never had anything with alcohol in it before? I thought you were, like, what, 24? 25? Aren’t you in college?”

“I don’t even have an age – wow, I’m so sorry, that is so bad.”

He was so weird. So so weird. But you really liked that about him actually. He was sweet about everything and very kind and thoughtful, too.

He clearly hated his drink but finished it anyway, probably out of courtesy. His face crumpled a bit every time he had to wash a dish that had a lot of food leftover. It was like he felt great sorrow for the chef – that their work wasn’t good enough for the customer, and they tried really hard, so that made him sad.

Oddly enough, he put a $20 in the tip jar on the way out, shrugging when you asked him about it. He said sure, he didn’t like it, but that wasn’t anyone’s fault. He was grateful they ‘took good care of him’. He was just repeating what he’d heard other diner guests say when they tipped. He was so cute.

You walked him home. He insisted on the other way around, but he was tipsy and didn’t really know what to do about it, hiccupping and catching his balance. He wasn’t frightened or anything, reassuring you he’d ‘seen this in the movies before’. You assumed he was referring to knowing what it’s like to be inebriated. Still, all this after only one drink, and a stereotypically girly one at that.

“Thank you for walking me home and helping me with homework and letting me hang out with you today!”

You smiled, nodding your head.

“Sure, Ken. Do you work tomorrow?”

He nodded excitedly, standing in a salute-like pose.

“Sure do! I’m gonna wash the hell out of some dishes.”

Cursing, although incredibly light for him, was something he told you he was learning to do since he was now ‘in the real world’. You didn't understand that, like most things about him, but you were excited to see him tomorrow nonetheless.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀⋆˚✿˖°⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

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k-koriikorner · 1 month

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A day's never truly over -Snippet

Author's Note: I was inspired by @deadghosy's Dogday reader oneshots. Reader is gender neutral, has Dogday's appearance but no alluding to eye color, hair color, body type or height to help the reader immerse themselves into the story as much as possible. Reader is a Dominion! Angel, who overhears Charlie's conversation with Adam about the hotel. Adam panics about reader telling everyone about the exterminations so they throw you out of heaven. You aren't a fallen angel because you weren't banished to hell but you currently have no way to get back to heaven.

Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, Angel!Reader, Swearing

Word Count: 1,744

You are a dominion angel, essentially the mediator for the highest ranking angels to carry out the plans to the lower ranks. Your class of angels are considered heavenly governors, attempting to strike a balance between matter and spirit, good and bad. You receive orders from seraphim and cherubim, then dish out duties to the "worker bee" angels of the lower orders. Your main purpose is to make sure that the cosmos remains in order by sending down power to heads of government and other authority figures.

You were eavesdropping on Adam, Lute, and Charlie’s conversations but you were originally in the office to deliver some papers to Adam. You overheard the conversations and were trying to be quiet but you accidentally stumbled into the room during Adam’s song. You face planted into the floor, a small arf escaping you. The music stopped abruptly as Adam stopped playing his instrument, and all eyes turned to you as you slowly got off the floor, papers scattered and brushed yourself off. You locked eyes with Adam, a relatively sad expression on your face.

“Are-are you really supporting genocide? I-i actually think her idea could save people’s lives, why-why does anyone have to get hurt?” Your ears drooped slightly in sadness at the thought of all the lost souls. Adam and Lute look at you like you’ve caught them red handed and before you can speak again Adam begins singing about moving up the extermination to six months, and grabs you and Charlie’s arm before throwing you both out of the office.

“Wait-!” Charlie tries to move back towards the door, at least to ask for a second change but she stumbles and she holds her leg in pain. You stay in your place, where you landed, a horrified expression on your face as you take in everything that just transpired.

You slowly rise to your feet, and take small caution steps towards the door. You raise your right paw, orange fur and paw pads connecting with the door. Charlie looks up at you, partially forgetting you were beside her, but curious as to what you were doing. You summoned a small amount of your angelic power and noticed that a divine seal was placed back on the door so there was no way for you to get back in, not without the castor’s permission.

Your ears flattened again your head, as you held your head down in shame. Your shoulders shake in anger as your wings flair up and your ears pin back. You look down at Charlie with a determined look on your face, "We have to prove them all wrong."

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As you and Charlie made your way to hell, you had the chance to properly introduce yourself. She talked to you and explained her plans to rehabilitate people through her hotel. Since you were an angel, and a higher ranking one at that, she believed that they'd have a much higher chance of success with you on their side.

“I had no idea they were doing this, regardless of whether or not these people ended up here because of their actions…every soul is valuable and should be cherished.” You frown, your ears drooping for umpteenth time today. “That’s what I tried to explain to Adam, if we could save even a few souls down here…shouldn’t we try?” Charlie turns to you, a sorrowful yet determined expression on face.

“No one in history has even succeeded once they’ve given up, if we can show them that your plan could save even one soul. They’d have no choice but to back you up!” You jump in the air, your wings fluttering slightly. You enjoyed helping people, that was your whole purpose and you wouldn’t make it any different being down here. You fully believed in Charlie’s cause and wanted to see it succeed in helping people more than anything.

“That’s the spirit!..Hey, I-i’m really sorry that you got kicked out of heaven, but I’m really happy you agreed to help me.” The tone between you both becomes somber, as you take the time to really understand your situation. You place a paw on Charlie’s shoulder, a happy smile on your face.

“It may not have been under the…best circumstances, but I’m happy that I have the opportunity to help you in your quest to help more people.” Charlie looks at you with teary eyes and she pats your hand which still rests on her shoulder. You both made it to the hotel, a hopeful smile on your face as you decided to try and stay positive.

The white haired woman gasped at the sight of you. Two pairs of cloud white wings, and the white robe with golden accents, no one could deny that you were unmistakably an angel. "Charlie...they listened, I'm so proud of you!" The woman pulled Charlie into a hug, not paying attention to the nervous expression on her face.

"Yeah, um this is [Name], they're a Dominion Angel who's agreed to help with our cause!" Charlie turned to face you, a wonky smile on her face. While it wasn't an absolute lie, you were glad she hadn't flat out said that you were unofficially kicked out of heaven. "It's nice you meet you, my name's Vaggie. Oh come here, we have something exciting to show you!" Vaggie greets you briefly before pulling Charlie further into the building, with you in tow.

The group of people sitting in front of the television turns to look at you all entering the living room, and you couldn't pretend to not see the baffled expressions on some of their faces."Holy shit, she really did it!" Angel Dust comments, not fully believing that an Angel was standing before him, and a non-exorcist one at that.

"Well would you look at that," Husk comments, a barely noticeable smirk on his face. Charlie and Vaggie stood beside you as you greeted everyone, "It's so nice to meet you, I hope I can work hard and help you all make it to heaven!" Charlie smiles at you in appreciation before she and Vaggie pull you towards the couch to watch their commercial. "Alastor pulled some strings and it's about to air."

"I pulled a few limbs too, hahaha!" Alastor interjects, a proud smile on his usual smiling face. Charlie looks at Vaggie, a surprised look on her face. "Wait, the commercial? You all made a new one?" You both look down at Angel Dust, who's sitting on the floor beside your legs, a confident expression on his face as he boasts."Yeah, one of my better performances if I do say so myself." Charlie beams brightly as she's nearly brought to tears by the knowledge that everyone had put in the work to make a new and improved version of their ad.

"That's... that's amazing." Angel raises an arm towards her face, prompting silencing her, albeit slightly rude in your opinion. "Sshh, it's starting." You turn your attention to the television in front of you all, as you see everyone in nicer clothes and standing at the entrance of the hotel.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel-" Vaggie on the television is abruptly cut off as the tv turns to the news. Everyone in the room except to Alastor and Nifty groan and complain, Vaggie and Angel in their respective languages. A frown pulls at your face, and your ears droop at the sight of the channel being changed before the commercial even started.

A spider demon with a blond bob cut, and another demon with a face mask on, seemingly news anchors show up on the screen. The names 'Katie Killjoy' and 'Tom Trench' under the respective persons as the woman begins to speak. "Breaking news in Hell today! We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next Extermination is happening sooner than ever before. Do you know what that means,Tom?" Although the woman is smiling, you can sense the sarcasm in her voice and the seething rage in this woman's soul.

You frown lightly, hoping that she's one of the people you can help be redeemed. "No, what does that mean, Katie?" He asks, shaking his head mockingly. Katie places her hands onto the desk and leans closer to the camera, her left eye twitching in irritation. "It means we're all royally fucked!" The sounds of screams fill the rooms from the tv, making you shrink into the sofa, as the countdown goes from 358 to 176. Angel seems to be the only one able to speak as everyone else is either stunned into silence or unbothered, "Wait, what? Why?!" Angel scoffs and raises his hand in the air, clearly exasperated.

[Cuts to Adam and Lute]

“And what do we do about the [Name] situation?” Lute turns towards her boss, after their discussion about the dead exorcist. Although she was somewhat disapproving about sending you down to Hell, she knew that they couldn’t risk you telling anyone else about the Exterminations. Plus she knew it was either that or killing you, and you both had a relatively cordial relationship.

“Who the hell is that?” Adam asks, promptly not paying attention to the conversation anymore, too busy scrolling on his phone.

“[Name] sir, the Dominion Angel who came in on the meeting earlier? Who we threw down to hell to prevent the secret getting out.” Lute keeps a level voice, sometimes she just couldn’t with her boss. Adam’s face flashes in realization as she remembers tanking your arm and throwing you out the office with Charmander or whoever that girl was.

“Ohh that bitch…tell anyone who asks that she’s gone on a spiritual retreat to Neptune, it’s what that little asshole gets for eavesdropping. Oh, and get Josiah to replace her, he may be a cuck bitch but he’s the closest we’ll get to [Name]’s standards.”

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heartsforvin · 2 months

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PICKING FAVORITES

concept inspired by office hours by @lyndys !! go read it if you haven’t (:

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; smut, oral ( f receiving), unprotected p in v, cussing, use of pet names, praise kink, slapping, choking, slight fingering, age gap (reader is 20, vinnie is 27), lmk if i missed anything !

summary; everyone around the office thinks you’re the boss’ favorite, what would they think if they found out why?

you’ve been with the company about a month now, and so far everyone and everything was good.

this was your first ever ‘real’ job so it was safe to say you were a bit nervous for the first few weeks.

on your first day you had overheard people in the break room talking about the boss, then one of your coworkers warned you that he can be kind of a hard ass sometimes.

hours later that same day, someone had come to your desk to tell you that the boss wanted to see you.

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knocking softly, you realize the door is slightly open so you push it a bit and peak your head into the room.

“mr hacker,” you say, he looks up and motions for you to walk inside.

he smiles and shakes your hand. “ms l/n, glad i could pull you away from your desk for a bit. wanted to introduce myself to you, didn’t really get a chance earlier.” he tells you.

you nod your head as you listen to every word he’s saying. you watch as his hands move when he speaks, how his eyes slightly gaze down to your low cut shirt, and how handsome he looks in general.

you’ve heard people talk, talk about the boss as if he isn’t who they’re working for. hearing things about how attractive he is, and things of that sort.

looking at him closely, he’s got to be only a few years older than you, not by too much. he definitely is handsome, you can’t argue with that.

“..ms l/n, did you hear me?” shaking you out of your thoughts, you hear him speak.

you smile. “yes, the thing about all the policies, right?”

he nods. “no office romance whatsoever. i can understand you can’t control attraction to others, but it could really hurt both parties in the long run.”

you nod in understanding, taking what he’s saying seriously. you watch as he stands up from his desk and rifles through some papers before walking to the door.

you assume that’s your cue to stand so you do so. you make your way to the door and step out into the threshold. you turn back to the man before you go.

“it was very nice to properly meet you, mr hacker. i look forward to working with you.” you say as you shake his hand.

he stifles out a chuckle before saying. “ vinnie, please. we’re going to be working together often so no need for formality.”

you smile but soon avert your gaze and see one of vinnie’s hands in yours and one on your hip.

clearing your throat, you quickly back up a bit. “i should get back to my desk.”

that was the last thing you said before walking away.

—

ever since that day, you’ve noticed vinnie’s gaze lingers on you more than others. you can’t help but wonder why.

maybe because you’re still a bit new to the company and he’s just trying to be a polite guy and hope you’re finding things okay.

or maybe it’s something else.

you will admit while you listened to him talk that day in his office, you were also a bit distracted by the way his hands moved.

the tattoos on his hands, the veins sticking out at a sudden movement he made, it was all very attractive.

you wondered what he thought of you. if he thought of you.

you know you shouldn’t be having thoughts like this in your head about your boss, but something about him was so addicting, you just needed to know what.

walking to the break room, you saw vinnie in there standing by the coffee pot. part of you wanted to go back to your desk, but the other part wanted you to stay.

you walk in and greet him just like any other day. that day in his office happened a month ago, but yet you still think about it like it happened yesterday.

you wondered if he thought about it too. if he knew what he did, how he touched you, after he had just got done telling you about all those policies.

vinnie turned around and gave you a smile. “doin’ alright?” he asked as he took a sip out of his mug.

you nodded. “yeah, thank you.” you returned the smile.

it was quiet for a moment as you waited for your snack from the vending machine to drop. once it did, you grabbed it and started to head back to your desk.

“y/n,” vinnie called out, making you stop and turn to face him. “can you be in my office in an hour?” he asked.

you nodded. “i got a few things to do of my own but yes, i’ll be there.” you replied.

—

the hour had passed and you had finished up your work. you made your way up to vinnie’s office just like he asked.

once reaching the door, you push it open a bit and make it known you’re there.

“what’d you want to see me about?” you ask as you shut the door and make your way to sit at the chair in front of his desk.

you watch his gaze lower once again so you follow, pulling your shirt over your chest a bit to cover up.

it had gotten hot in the area your desk is at and you had unbuttoned your shirt a bit, not thinking it’d be a big deal.

vinnie leans his forearms against his desk so he’s leaning over it a bit. “it’s come to my attention that there’s been some employee’s spreading false information about you?”

your whole body goes still at that. you remember hearing some people in the break from weeks ago talk about you.

saying how you got a raise three weeks into working at the company all because you slept with the boss. or how vinnie’s picking favorites because he spends more time checking up on you instead of everyone else.

you clear your throat. “w-what have you heard?” you ask. there’s no way he hasn’t heard about the rumors of you and him sleeping together.

watching him carefully, vinnie leans back in his chair and folds his arms over his chest.

“rumors about us.” the us word seemed so intimate in that moment. you saw vinnie’s demeanor change, the tone in his voice becoming lower.

you sit up straight. “us? like me and you?” once you said it, it was obvious he meant the two of you.

he nods. “ mhm,” he breathes. he stands up now and its like the whole mood in the room changed. you watched as he walked around and sat on the desk, right in front of you.

“rumors like you getting that raise only because you slept with me, and now i’m picking favorites.” vinnie tells you.

you scoff, not at him but at the rumors. it pissed you off when you heard it the first time, hearing it the second just made you angry.

the thought of sleeping with the man had crossed your mind though. he was hot, of course you’re gonna have thoughts like that.

“is that what you want, y/n?” you hear vinnie speak again, you glance up at him while he looks down at you.

“want what, mr hacker?” you think you know what he means so you decide to play along.

the mood in the room has definitely changed now, you watch vinnie’s eyes darken as he reaches your hand to your thigh.

his touch is like fire to your skin, you mentally curse yourself for wearing a skirt today.

“you know what, ms l/n,” he says. “do you want that rumor to be true?”

your mouth goes dry as you feel his breath against your ear and his hand travel higher up on your thigh.

you had thought about it, and you’ve always loved an older man no matter what.

leaning back in the chair, you try to get away from his touch but vinnie doesn’t allow it.

“i see the way you look at me, i have no doubt there’s some not so innocent thoughts goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours.” he tells you.

he’s right. after everyday you two have either been in close proximity, you can’t help but think about nasty thoughts about the man.

you nod your head. “that’s what i thought,” vinnie pushed off his desk and made his way to the door. “this is our little secret, you understand?”

hearing the door lock, all you can do is nod with a sweet smile. vinnie makes his way back to you, circling around you until he sits back on his desk.

you watch as he man leans over and gives you the same smile you did.

“you wanna tell me all those thoughts you have, or you wanna act ‘em out, hmm?” vinnie hums as he watches you clench your thighs together.

you stand up, finally gaining confidence to actually speak more than a word or two to the man. when you stand, vinnie pushes the chair you were just in out of the way, grabbing you by the waist to pull you into him.

he stands up, making you back up slightly. before you know it, the man has you so you’re the one against his desk now.

vinnie lifts you by your thighs onto his desk. he pushes you back a bit so he can slot himself between your legs.

with his hands on your waist and yours around his neck, you can’t help but lean in and kiss him.

vinnie meets you and captures your lips in his, the grip on your waist tightens as he tries to pull you closer to him.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, baby,” vinnie whispers against your lips once the two of you pull apart. he moves down to your neck, peppering kisses and marking the exposed skin.

you lean your head back to give him more access, moaning when you feel him suck the sensitive part of your skin.

he moves the collar of your shirt to give himself more access to your skin. before you know it, he’s ripping your shirt off and you’re left in your bra and skirt.

you watch as he moves his hands to grab your tits, he squeezes them through the clothing before asking if it’s okay to take it off.

you nod with an ‘mhm’ followed by it, but vinnie doesn’t take that as an answer. “words, sweetheart.”

you muster out a ‘yes’ as loud as you can without making a sound as vinnie continues to mark up your skin.

his lips are on your chest the second the fabric drops to the ground. you grab onto his shoulders, whining out his name as you feel his lips wrap around you.

“vinnie,” you moan as you feel him move lower down your body. “please.”

youre surprised he hasn’t made a remark on how turned on you are. you’ve been making noise,telling him his mouth feels good on you nonstop, he has to know how you feel by now.

he’s at the waistband of your skirt by now, he looks up at you, eyes practically begging to tear it off you.

“do it.” is all he needs to hear before he has the fabric on the floor just like your bra moments prior.

you feel cool air hit you and that’s when you realize your panties are off too. you don’t mind though, you needed this man now more than you thought.

vinnie kneels in front of you, pulling your ankles so you are right in front of him. “look at you,” vinnie says as he moves his fingers along your folds. “so pretty.”

you squirm under his touch, needing to feel him everywhere at this point. you knew it was wrong, you knew if anyone found out it’d be hell and back for you.

tugging his hair, you moan out his name when you feel his mouth on you. “baby,” you cry out. “vinnie.”

he smirks against your wet cunt, loving the way the pet name and his name roll off your tongue.

you feel his tongue swirl over your bundle of nerves as he pumps a finger into you. “dirty girl likes that, huh?”

you nod while biting your lip to suppress moans. vinnie’s movements falter and you look down at him and watch as he’s looking up at you.

“you wanted this so bad, didn’t you sweet girl?” he taunts. he knew you wanted this, it was obvious by your mannerisms, in your eyes.

you feel a smack to your pussy and that makes your body jolt. “such a pretty girl with such a filthy mind.”

his mouth is on you in a second and you can’t help but moan loudly.

“shh, don’t want anyone to know i got you like this, do we?” vinnie shushed you.

you can’t help but tug at his hair again when you feel his mouth on you again.

“vinnie, please.” you beg. you can feel the knot forming every second he’s licking at you.

you feel two of his fingers enter you again and you try your best to be as quiet as possible.

vinnie looks up at you as he continues to suck on your clit and thrust his fingers inside you.

“that’s it baby,” vinnie says after he lifts up from you. “you gonna cum for me, pretty?”

you nod and tug at his hair for the millionth time. he smirks, knowing you want too but isn’t going to let you have your way.

he stands up and pulls you up too. “open,” he demands before sticking his fingers in your mouth for you to taste yourself. “good girl.”

you smile at him, the praise going straight through you.

you watch carefully as vinnie removes his belt, you feel yourself get excited but a bit nervous. before you know it his pants are discarded and he’s left in a t-shirt and boxers.

your gaze shifts and you can’t help but look at the imprint. vinnie smirks when he realizes where your eyes are.

“we’ll make it fit, princess.” he tells you as he starts to pull off his shirt then his boxers.

your breath hitches once you see his full size. vinnie chuckles at your reaction.

before you have time to utter a word, vinnie had pulled you off the desk and flipped you around so your chest is pressed to it.

“listen to me,” his tone had immediately switched. “you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, you hear me?”

he’s got you bent over the desk, chest against the cold surface, and you can feel him pressing against you.

“i understand.” you tell him as you feel him slide himself into you.

a moan slips past your lips and vinnie is quick to shut you up. “what’d i say about people hearing you?”

you nod, feeling his strong tattooed hand wrap around your throat just enough to put pressure on you.

feeling him thrust slowly into you, you move your ass back on him as if you’re fucking yourself into him.

vinnie groans as he feels the movement. his hands move from your throat to your hips, having a firm hold on them.

“fuck, y/n,” he moans out as he feels you clench around him. “so good f’me, baby.”

the praise makes you let out a loud moan, that combined with the pleasure of vinnie hitting the sensitive spot inside you.

“what did i say?” you were met with a harsh smack to your ass, leaving it red.

a whine escaped your lips at the feeling of the sting that lingers on your skin. “baby, please.” you cry out.

vinnie tsk’s. “only good girls get to cum.” he tells you.

you can’t answer, even if it wasn’t a statement that needed one, you feel too good to reply.

vinnie’s pace quickens as he feels you clench around him again. he’s close, and so are you.

he reaches his hand up to wrap around your throat again and applies pressure. “gonna be a good girl for me?”

“ mhm, yes!” you whine, pushing your hips back into him. “please vinnie!”

he moves his hand down and pushes your body up just enough so he can grab at your boobs.

taking one in his hand, he squeezes the flesh roughly, enough to make a moan leave your lips.

“come on baby,” vinnie says, his thrusts becoming more fast paced. “cum for me, sweet girl.”

right as you’re about to let go, vinnie turns you around for you to face him. “wanna see your pretty face when you cum all over me.”

that sentence alone almost makes you let go, but you hold it in, even if he told you you could.

you kiss him roughly, needing to feel his lips on yours. he meets you in the middle, hands roaming your body the best he can.

his pace starts quickening again and he watches as your tits move with every thrust.

he grabs at one and kneads it in his palm. “i know you want it, princess. cum for me.” he tells you.

vinnie reaches down to rub at your clit and that’s when you finally let go. “there you go, pretty girl. just let it all out.”

you let out one final moan before completely letting go on the man whose arms you are in.

vinnie stays inside you for a moment before slowly pulling out. you almost fall onto the desk but he catches you, holding you as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“you did so good for me,” vinnie says as he kisses your head. “that was so good.”

you smile up at him and kiss him softly, loving the feeling of his lips on yours.

“you think we can go again?” you ask vinnie, and he chuckles, hugging you tightly.

“you and i both know we can’t, baby,” he tells you. “meet me back here at the end of the day and we’ll see, yeah?”

vinnie tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing you once more. he pulls away from you and puts his suit back on.

that’s when you decide to hop off his desk and put your clothes on too.

“button up that top or i’m not gonna make it the rest of the day.” you swat vinnie with the back of your hand when you hear him say that.

finishing up, you fix your hair and walk to the door, unlocking it and opening it.

“i’ll see you later, mr hacker.” you smirk before walking out and closing the door.

once he hears the door click shut vinnie chuckles. that’s when he fully knew you were about to be the death of him and have him wrapped around your finger all in one.

holy shit this took forever and is so long oops 😭

i hope you guys liked this !! and all inspo creds goes to harls for her AMAZING rafe fic that you should def go check out btw, cus it’s so good <33

the second part of the vinnie x bimbo will be out as soon as i can, im a busy woman so just gimme time 🥲

tags: @cosmicanakin , @lyndys , @forevergirlposts , @leqonsluv3r , @bernelflo , @lovingsturniolo , @louloulemons-blog , @st4rswrld , @visualbutterflysworld , @slvthrs , @kriissy4gov , @supabhad , @hallecarey1 , @violet0182 , @kayleiggh , @laylasbunbunny

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ellieslaces · 10 months

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FADE INTO YOU.

featuring: rookie!leon x fem stars agent!reader

synopsis: a collection of headcannons in which rookie cop leon has a crush on the reader, who’s a s.t.a.r.s agent

content warnings: harsh language; allusions to smut; make-out sessions; flirty reader; mostly wholesome content; canon divergent

notes: i was inspired by @darling-i-read-it when i saw the post abt Leon having a crush on a STARS agent and oml i haven’t stopped thinking about it so here i am yet again

now playing: Fade Into You by Mazzy Star

• Leon had just started his position as a rookie cop at the Raccoon City PD and he’s always given the worst little tasks and assignments

• one day though - about four days into his first week - he passes the STARS office on his way with boxes to the storage room and almost drops them all

• he sees without a doubt the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen in the STARS office, laughing at something the guy beside her said

• he has to pull himself together and take the boxes to storage room, his little heart hammering so fast the whole time

• Leon finally being introduced to you and the rest of the STARS team the next week when he’s instructed to take some paperwork to the STARS office

• he fell in love immediately when you walked to him, smiling widely, and taking the papers while introducing yourself

• he can hardly keep himself together as you walk him around the STARS office and introduce each agent to him

• he falls even harder when you scold each one, telling them all to be nice to him because he’s new

• after that, Leon always finds himself gravitating toward you any chance he gets — in the copy room, the kitchen, the shooting range

• you thinking he took a liking to you because you were one of the only ones who didn’t give him a hard time and to be honest, you didn’t really mind. he was sweet and totally lovable

• Leon honestly found it so insane how you were an absolute menace around the station

• like you would go around the office and flirt with a few officers to get them to do a task for you that you really didn’t want to do in the first place

• of course it always worked and they were all suckers for you

• and if he thought you were a menace on a daily bases, oh he was so surprised at how bold you were at holiday parties

• you would dance to the music in the most inappropriate ways possible for a work party

• and for some reason, it made him like you even more

• he also loved how you’d wear headphones with a walkman on your belt, and sing along, and dance to the music while you made copies or just walked around the station

• his crush on you was so bad, like next level bad

• in fact, you didn’t pick up on his crush on you at all. it was Jill who did. she never said a word of course, but she could just tell

• Leon always felt a little jealousy when he saw you talking to another agent, like Chris

• he knew you were out of his league, but he couldn’t help the hot jealousy in his chest as he would watch you laugh at something Chris said

• of course, he didn’t know that you’d rejected Chris when you first started working there and he asked you out a few times

• oh but Jill does. she loves to tease him for it, always reminding him of how you brutally shot him down

• and the teasing quickly becomes a problem when Leon walks by the STARS office one day and overhears Jill’s teasing

• of course, all Leon’s lovesick little brain processes are the words Chris, crush, and your name

• he doesn’t talk to you for two weeks. he ignores your jokes, your teases, your playful flirting (which he never ignores)

• until you finally get it out of him two weeks later in the shooting range

• he stammers and tells you he overheard Jill talking about you and Chris, and he likes you but it’s okay because he knows you don’t feel the same way, and you and Chris would be good together

• and you almost break then “oh, Leon, i don’t like Chris. Jill just likes to tease him because i rejected him when i started working here”

• Leon is obviously stunned “oh, uh, you don’t? sorry, i shouldn’t have said all that now i feel bad and -”

• “no, Leon. don’t feel bad. i actually kinda like you too you know…” you smiled sheepishly — which is pretty rare for you to be nervous

• Leon’s eyes widening to an unnatural size as he grins “you do? really? i didn’t think you’d like me i’m just a rookie.”

• “whether you’re a rookie or a trained professional, i like you. you’re really sweet and i know you’d treat me really well.”

• after that, you two start dating

• which is so fucking weird because a lot of the guys in the station — STARS and non-STARS — have been hitting on you and Jill since like the dawn of time

• it’s a little tense for Leon for a little while because a few other guys are even resentful you fell for a rookie and not them

• but of course Leon won’t say a word to them, so when he’s not around you put them in their place and tell them to leave him alone or you’ll fuck them up

• they are all obviously a little scared so they listen and start being nice - or as nice to a rookie as possible- to him again

• Leon always being so nervous and worrisome when you go in assignment

• seriously, he’ll worry himself to a point where he can’t sleep and he’ll nod off at his desk during the day

• when you finally get back, he always tells you how much he missed you and how worried he was and how he never wants you to leave him again

• but of course you always go on assignments. it’s a cruel cycle really

• you realize you were right — Leon did treat you so well. like a fucking princess honestly

• you believe you were so lucky that day when the lieutenant forced him to take paper work up to the STARS office

• Leon being literally the sweetest and best boyfriend you ever had and always making sure you’re okay and happy and safe

• but how could you not be happy? Leon is literally perfect to you and you couldn’t be happier with anyone else

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jamneuromain · 7 months

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Revenge Oh So Sweet

Steve Rogers x You (Agent!Reader)

Warning: Revenge (sort of), dick pics, bad language word, fluff? Clintasha if you squint.

Summary: For once, you decide not to put up with this shit anymore.

A/N: Based on the prompt from the bingo challenge. The inspiration came from @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates (a big smoochie) and my recent experience, there's another experience under the tag #why I hate men. So ... yeah, you get the gist.

Your life-long happiness seems to have been a mutual concern of every Avenger in the compound.

After two not-so-successful relationships and another couple of failed dates, everyone is eager to share their experience or their suggestions as to what could help you find a partner.

"Be yourself." Tony commented on your love life when he accidentally overheard you girls talking in the kitchen, "Trust me, that's how I got Pepper." He said with a smug smile on his face.

Natasha rolled her eyes as Maria tugged the corner of her lips and made a rude - you considered it not so rude, but Tony jumped and felt offended - face.

"Come on, Stark." Natasha huffed out, "That's because Pepper is loyal and devoted. And you can't live without her."

Wanda stayed quiet but nodded like a chicken pecking the grains right in front of her.

"I can introduce the guy working for the IT, nerd, but... cute." Natasha fished out the Instagram of said guy.

Tony grumbled something under his breath as he headed out.

And it was not long before almost everyone on the Avengers team started to give you advices on how to secure a partner/date.

You were nursing over a bucket of chocolate ice cream, your standard medication for sorrows of "not being able to find a boyfriend" the other day when Thor's voice boomed by your ear, "... I am SURE Asgardian warriors would be kneeling at your feet if you could swing the battle sword during a fight."

He smelt like Asgardian mead.

"Thanks, Thor." You appreciated his effort, nonetheless, raising your ice cream bucket for a gestural toast.

Tony snorted at the end of the coffee table, probably having way too much caffeine than he should, and patted Thor on his bicep, "She needs a boyfriend, Point Break, not becoming Arnold Schwarzenegger."

Clint plopped down next to you on the couch, nudging you with his shoulder, gathering your attention, and asked, "Look, why don't you just kidnap some hot dude? That's what Nat almost- HEY!"

He yelled when Natasha threw a couch pillow in his direction, hitting him square in the chest, succesfully shutting him up.

Clint shrugged and gave you a glimpse of sympathy, which you were 99% sure he meant "Sorry kiddo". He shrunk to the corner of the couch, taking a swing of his beer.

"Why not try meeting someone with mutual interest?" Steve carefully pitches his suggestion, he looks at you with a hint of thought, "Like finding someone who shares the same passion over some exercises in the gym."

"Except I'm not a big fan of gyms." You pouted slightly, "But yeah, I guess book clubs and stuff... could work?"

"Gym." Bucky sniggered without even trying to mask his amusement, "Such a Steve thing." After receiving a warning glare from Steve, Bucky moved slightly away from his best pal, and singsongingly added, "I'm sure a candidate is much closer than you'd think."

Sam shook his head. Leaning on the counter of the kitchen, Sam proposed his idea with much delicacy to you, chuckling, "Steve might have a point. You know, maybe get to know your coworker better." Sam said this almost suggestively, a knowing smirk lingering on his lips, "After all, we never frown upon office romance. Not a bad idea to date your coworker as long as they are nice decent people, while you get to have fun."

"Surely redhead is neither nice nor decent." Bucky pointed his finger towards Nat on the far-end chair, whispering loudly.

"Don't get me breaking all your fingers, Barnes. And I'm not only talking about the ones on your right hand." Natasha retorted back, looking as if she was ready to bicker with Bucky again.

Vision, on the other hand, was not comfortable with processing a large conversation with so many participants even though he was able to identify every one of them. However, it was customary for everyone to join the conversation, no matter how they contributed to it. After doing some research in his head, Vision spoke up with confidence, "May I suggest a less time-consuming approach?"

This certainly drew the attention of most people in the room as Rhodey walked in.

"I have been analyzing the data of Miss Y/L/N, and I have come up with a list of results. It is a list of possible partners of Miss Y/L/N." Vision gave some time for this information to sink in before starting the list, "On top of the list, data run came back with a 99.7% matching rate to a book named-"

"A book?" Tony almost sprang from his seat, "HOLD ON. Hold on, for a minute here." He raised his index finger shushing everyone in the room, "What's the book?"

After hearing his question, the room fell into a unison of grumbles. "Seriously Tony?" "You're interested in that book? There's something wrong with..." "Ask him to take another look at the data for Christ's sake-"

Tony rolled his eyes in the most elegant way, "Fine. Vision, would you please erase all lifeless forms of matching in your database and focus on possible 'human' partners?"

A few seconds gone with Vision processing the data in silence, before speaking up, "I have now entered the condition of 'human partner', and the first person with a 99.4% matching rate is Andy Barber, lawyer-"

Gasps and murmurs swirled over the room again.

"...he lives in Newton, Boston, Massachusetts. According to data, he is married to Laurie Barber. Being the leading character of the crime fiction Defending Jacob-"

You would prefer to be drowned in your chocolate ice cream than to have Vision pairing you with a fictional character - even if it's a fictional character that is played by a very handsome actor in the TV series.

That you probably watched more than a dozen times. But still! Fictional!

Rhodey murmured to Tony: "And that's why we still wouldn't apply AI to our weaponary program..."

You groaned in agony, "Vision, I adore you, really. But I really need you to stop-"

"Ya-Da-Ya-Da-Ya-Da-" Tony cut through your sentence, "Vision, no fictional characters, we need real men-"

"Or woman." Wanda squeaked, clearly more amused than everyone else in this room.

"Or woman. Thank you, ponytail," Tony cleared his throat, "Someone who is actually living on the planet right now-"

"Recalculating. Ari Levinson Kidron, former Mossad agent. He is 99.3% compatible. He was renowned for Israel's Operation Moses and Operation Joshua from 1984 to1985."

"Eighties?" Bucky chimed in with mischief sparkling in his eyes, "How old is he?"

"He is currently 78 years old. A movie based on him was released in 2019, starring an actor named Christopher Robert Evans." Vision replied, "Your Netflix history clearly shows a tendency toward strong powerful men with romantic gestures during dating."

You buried your head as deep as the ice cream bucket allowed, "Please, Vision, I'm begging you. Don't leak anymore of my browsing history before I decide to jump into the Hudson River."

Wanda shook her head lightly at Vision, the latter seemed to gain a hint of realization after a while, "Sorry. I have been intrusive. My deepest apologies, Miss. Y/L/N."

You waved your hand in the air to indicate "all is well", but your eyes were still staring into the brown-ish ice cream, which had started to melt.

Shit.

Wanda scooted closer to you, holding her phone in front of your face, she seemed optimistic about what had just happened (even though you were devastated and actually considering being single for the rest of your life).

"What about dating apps?" She showed you a few, swiping men's profiles for you to see, "It's definitely simpler than asking some random people. You can also tell them at the start that you are looking for serious relationships, rather than sex."

Actually, that sounded...

"Thank you, Wanda." You shot her an appreciatiating look.

That sounded like the most solid suggestion anyone has ever made. Especially with the match-making plan of Natasha and the nerdy guy didn't work out, you were willing to try Tinder. Or something similar.

Wanda gave you an encouraging smile, before hugging you on the shoulder and helping you start your own profile on some app. While Sam half-dragged Steve out of the living room, mumbling something about "bats".

After a couple dozen men who wanted "something casual, sorry" and a disastrous night, you scrolled through your dating app to see if anyone has messaged you last night.

You were on an all-nighter mission with your teammates. Due to an unfortunate incident, you had to chase the criminal for about twelve blocks. On foot.

Just got your phone back from your locker, you sagged down on one of the empty chairs by the mission dispatch center, and scrolled through your dating app.

Daveid757: Hi.

You clicked on his profile picture.

"Daveid" is a decent-looking guy with a thin beard and hazel-brown eyes. Tall and broad-shouldered, he held a few 10-foot-long fish in half of his pictures and his different fishing rods in the rest.

Not bad, at least.

You returned to the chatting screen.

[Daveid757 typing]

You should probably say hi back.

Daveid757 stopped typing.

And the next thing you know, a dick pic that took up almost half of your phone screen attacked you right in the face.

A dick.

A at-first-sight-it-was-five-inch-but-some-skin-and creases-are-repetitive-so-it-was-at-most-a-two-inch dick.

A naked dick and his naked thigh.

A tiny but photoshopped dick.

You began to wonder what should you reply at this point.

You sure it's not two inches? No. Basically harmless to a guy who sends dick pics.

Fuck off you prick. No. That came off too strong.

How about I've seen bigger? That could probably trigger his competitiveness, though. You were hoping for something that could make him as furious as how you felt when you received his dick pic.

The sickness of getting a genitalia photo, the rage of being disrespected by men, the grumpiness from your staying up all night, and the frustration of knowing that the "dating app" method was a bust, all united as one .

Although you knew your blood was boiling from all four emotions, they were helpful too, enlightening you with a brilliant idea.

You should get a Nobel Peace Prize for it.

You searched "dick" and selected a dick pic that looked significantly larger and thicker than the one Daveid sent you.

Your dick pic is smooth and pink, clean-shaven, and with a man's hand gripping the foreskin, revealing the angry red tip.

This one looked much better than his.

You looked at this dick pic fondly.

And sent it to him.

Daveid757: You fucking crazy motherfucker.

Daveid757 has blocked you.

His profile picture turned grey, just like the type of picture people will put in front of his casket during his funeral.

Out of nowhere, a surge of euphoria washed over you. Having you doing your best to maintain a calm presence. You try your best not to smirk or giggle, trying your best to keep your lips between your teeth, biting the inside of your mouth from hollering out laughter.

Yeah, you definitely like "your" dick pic better.

While the two dick pics stayed on your screen.

Peacefully. Paying each other respect.

"Hey Y/N," holding his first cup of coffee in hand, Steve emerged behind you in his full tactical suit. He still had an hour before his mission and he decided not to board the jet without a healthy caffeine dose at 5:32 am. He saw you from the break room across the hall, and he just had to say hello to you.

Professional. This is purely professional courtesy!

You seemed undisturbed, gazing into your phone, with a smile ghosting your lips.

Naturally, Steve trotted near, earning a peek to your phone - he didn't intend to be sneaky about it, he only wanted to know what was mesmerizing you - while sipping down some hot hot burning lava hot coffee and -

You're looking at dicks???

"Oh my - Steve! Are you alright?" Shoving your phone into your pocket, you found some Kleenex in your bag and put it into Steve's hand. He choked and coughed violently, whole face flushed red as he waved his hand, stepping away from you, continuing coughing his lungs out.

You were struggling to understand whether he means "No, I'm not alright" or "No, I don't need the Kleenex" or "No, everything is alright". Though you didn't know how the last one worked the way inside your head.

Steve calmed himself after coughing into his palms some more. Shaking his head but accepting your tissue paper: "Yeah I'm - EHEM - 'm fine." Dabbing his suit which now has coffee splatters over his chest, he muttered an almost inaudible "Thank you".

He didn't look you right in the eyes when he was busy cleaning up his mess, but he felt like he had to when he should talk to you about workplace ethics. He finally looked up from the ground with his baby blue orbs, and tried to sound serious with his ears and cheeks blushing: "Y/N, I'm not ... " he winced, "You know I'm not that type of person who ummm... tries to dictate what others do or don't."

"Like Tony?" You scoffed, but the scoff was more directed to Tony rather than Steve. God, you should know better than to let Tony participate in your love life, giving out advices.

Steve manages a smile witth difficulty, "I'm not, but ... I don't ... I would consider ... I uh - I believe genital photos are not workplace appropriate."

You choked out a laugh, fishing your phone from your pocket and showing him, "What, this?"

"God, please, Y/N." He blocked your screen with his leather-gloved hand, becoming visibly more nervous, blurting out but his tone appears to be more begging than commanding, "Not ... here!"

You giggled. The few hours of sleep you had while you were on the plane back from the mission had led you to an unstable mindset. It would be completely insane for the "normal" you to show Steve Rogers, a work fellow, dick pics. But right now? With all those emotions boiling down your veins, the lack of sleep (and apparently, the lack of clear sense) and the sudden euphoria of making Steve nervous, you were feeling bold. Audacious. Felt like you could conquer the world and slam a monster silicone dildo right onto Daveid's face.

So you apologized, though not with much sincerity, and told Steve why you were "watching dick pics" on your phone in your workplace.

"He started it!" After accusing Daveid of sending you dick pics, you whined like a grumpy child, which you definitely wouldn't, if you were not sleep-deprived, but Steve felt like the most trustworthy male person on the planet at that moment, so you spilt your guts and tried to excuse yourself out of the workplace ethics violation that Steve nearly had you reported to HR.

He almost would never. Report you to the HR. But he kept that to himself.

"And it's not my dick. I suppose it's not entirely my fault?"

Steve chuckled soundlessly. It was in fact, adorable for you trying and whining, "Even if it is your dick, you don't send him that until you're out of the compound, okay?"

"I don't have a dick!" You huffed out in a hush voice. Seeing his typical look, the look with the raising eyebrows that says "yes, and-", you put up your hands in defeat, "Okay-Okay. You have a point. No dick pics."

"More like no dating apps scrolling while you're at workplace, just in case." Steve was amused. He thought for a while before making amends, "Tell you what, there's a nice little place in Brooklyn. You free tonight at 7? I'll wine and dine you, and you can tell me about all the awful macho men you've encountered. Promise, no judging."

He looks at you, almost sympathetically, with his crystal blue eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat.

You lowered your head, pretending you need to find your bag before summoning up the courage and shrugging, playing it cool, "Deal, Captain. Be ready for some of the worst men you've ever heard of."

After some most amazing medium rare steak and two glasses of fine-aged red, you were beyond caring (about your little crush of the handsome blonde sitting across you) and exchanged laughs and giggles that were definitely way too loud for a decent date.

You attracted attention, being the most stunning couple in the restaurant (so the "couple" word maybe a little too "ouchy" for you, since you normally spent time admiring Steve from afar), and some glances from other customers were casually thrown this way.

You had to admit, watching Steve in a brown leather jacket and jeans, triggered something inside you that encouraged you to climb him like a tree and slam your lips over his.

Steve chuckled, covering his lips with his fist, temporarily blocking his seductive (and to you, sinning) grin, "I can't believe Daveid is actually nicer among all the douches you've dated. Being a long-term friend of yours, I'd suggest you not to pick up men from dumpsters."

You cast a sour look in his direction, raising the glass to your lips, taking a small sip from the third cup of wine, "I would if I could." Your glass landed on the table with a bit too much force. Faking annoyance, you groaned at the ceiling, "Men are just ... awful."

"Touche." He murmured over his glass, clicking it with yours before downing a big gulp. Feeling bolder than usual, he looked at you right in the eyes, hoping he would convey a message, a hint, anything, "Surely ... there are a few good men out there. But, 80% of them are plain stupid, you know? You gotta ... I don't know, it's not about trying harder, I guess, but ... open to other ... options?"

You snorted, leaning back onto the comfy chair, teasing him, dipping your toes in the water for a second, "Oh, you're spoiling me and trying to get me zero dates in my future since you raised the bar too high, Captain."

He looked more jumpy and edgy after your "captain" comment. His ears and cheek turned pink under the dim yellow restaurant light, "I'm certain that you can have a boyfriend in the future that would be ... nice, to say the least. Apart from your lapse of judgment on this guy," he couldn't help but let slip of his smile, "you have some good friends and I'm sure you'll go on a date with someone better than him, someone better for your relationship, and more deserving for you."

You feigned a gasp of shock, "Are you calling yourself "better"? So competitive, Captain Rogers."

His fluster-ness drained from his face all of a sudden, slightly narrowing his eyes to focus on someone behind you, "I think - Is that ...?"

"What?" You were bewildered.

"The ass who sent you the dick pic." He shifted his focus back to you, "Your four o'clock. Black suit, Caucasian male, 5'7''. He's not looking this way but I'm positive he's the guy."

You spared a glance at him quickly. He did look like "Daveid757" and his profile pictures.

"Fucking hell." You muttered.

"You know what would make him furious? Letting him see you're having the best time of your life." Steve placed his palm on your wrist, giving you warmth and support, "Letting him know what he has missed out."

"Flip my hair and giggle?"

Your words didn't mean to be sarcastic, but they sure came out this way.

"Or we could return to the compound to suit up." Steve kindly offers, "I'll beat his ass until he learns a lady is supposed to be respected."

You drained your wine, teasing him with a dash of liquid courage, "Revenge doesn't suit you, Cap." And I don't want you to get into trouble, even if it is a tempting gesture. You swallowed the latter half of your sentence.

And of course, you had a much better plan...

"Is he looking this way now?" You moved to the seat by Steve's side, making sure Daveid could turn his head and see you with little effort. "Accidentally" having your wine class clatter with your ceramic plate, you made a loud noise for the entire restaurant to hear.

"Yeah but-"

The rest of his words fell on deaf ears, as you cupped his chin and kissed him.

His lips were soft. Grape-flavored with a bitter taste of alcohol. The kiss was sweet, tender, careful even, as he reciprocated your small nibbling, threading his fingers with the base of your hair.

Your liquid courage burnt down faster than you had imagined. Burying your face into his chest, you were rid of all the strength you had to check Daveid - or Steve, for that matter, because on second thought, using Steve to get back at Daveid wasn't such a good idea if Steve misunderstood your feelings as a method to get even with the dick pic dude -

"I hope you haven't fallen asleep, because that guy looked like he could swallow his wine glass. And he broke his plate, dragging his date to leave but - oh ho, now the waiter is asking him to pay for the plate and the wine -" Steve sounded normal, unaffected, calm. On the contrary, you wanted to jump into the Hudson River right this second for kissing Steve and wash off all the embarrassment and nervousness.

"I suppose you need to get some air and not suffocate yourself in my jacket?" He joked, patting on your back almost in a comforting way, while you were still buried into his chest, "Don't worry, the Daveid guy made a bigger scene and now he got kicked out of this place."

Your hair must be awful. The move messed up your hair, and your lipstick no doubt. And ruining your make-up. And you couldn't face Steve knowing that you kissed him and this - you are going to be a joke to the whole compound within 48 hours.

"But if you don't say another word for five seconds, I'm going to presume that you are losing consciousness and perform CPR in front of the whole restaurant."

You sat up reluctantly, wiping the outline of your lips and possible lipstick smudge without a mirror. Pouting.

"Or how about being my fake girlfriend for five minutes and we will show Daveid that we are a happy couple?" Steve observed your expression, making yet another proposal.

He was sweet. He was really sweet offering all these choices for you and your pathetic dating app experience but all you wanted was - "How about being real girlfriend." You grumbled under your breath.

"Sorry?"

"Never mind." You shook your head and decided to put this delightful dinner time behind you, "Let's -"

"You mean it?"

"Huh?"

His crystal blue eyes searched your features, searching for signs that you wanted him, wanted this, wanted you two to be a thing. It was cliche and a chance in a million, having his friend -you falling in love with him, but so were myths and superheroes. He liked his odds.

"Would you," He spoke, painfully slow, "like to be my girlfriend? Not because of revenging. But because I want it to work. Because I love you and I want to kiss you. Because you feel the same way, and finally, you can help put my misery of seeing you dating other people to a stop. I want to date you," he thought for a small while before adding, "exclusively."

The sun must be rising from the west, or the sea must be pouring back into rivers, or the dead must be alive from their graves.

A most-amazing miracle was happening.

Because the next thing you knew, you nodded and he pulled you into his warm hug.

And offered you one of his many sweet, sweet kisses.

Bonus:

You sneaked back to the compound, holding hands, grinning like fools, feeling like the first day of being in love.

You walked past the living room with Vision in the corner still knee-deep in his thoughts, calculating, or searching.

"It seemed the most fitting human candidate is Captain Steve Rogers, with a 99.2% match." The sudden voice startled you both, but Vision raised his head and greeted you, "Ah. I see that my data is no longer needed. Congratulations on finding a perfect partner, and good night, to you both."

You whispered a "Night" as Vision drifted towards his chamber.

Turning around when you noticed Steve went silent, you saw him scratching the back of his head, just a little bit annoyed.

"I rank behind a book and two fictional characters?"

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torntoblivion · 8 months

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what if arlecchino's partner was resurrected?

this is an alternate scenario to arlecchino's partner's death, thank you for the inspiration @oxyotl !!

cws: bringing you back from the dead, unethical (?) experiments

what would happen if you came back from the dead? sounds impossible but with the mysterious yet scary work of dottore, he managed to actually revive you.

when arlecchino overheard dottore's plans to try bringing back a dead person, she immediately brought up you. of course, dottore took the oppurtunity to perform an experiment. after making a deal with sandrone for rare supplies she can use on her machines in exchange for her assistance, the two got to work.

arlecchino never let dottore work without her present in the room, she deemed the marionette more trustworthy with this rather than the doctor. contrary to what she thought, dottore's experiments were less upsetting than sandrone's, arlecchino wasn't sure she could watch her recreate your entire body.

it took the odd duo months to succeed with this experiment, nobody besides dottore believed this would work even arlecchino who volunteered to use you as a test subject just in case the experiment would miraculously succeed.

when a fatui soldier let arlecchino know that the doctor requested her presence, she assumed that he failed horrendously as she stormed out of her office. she angrily barged into his lab but whatever insult she had in her mind completely vanished when she saw you sitting on the table.

she thinks she's dreaming at first, assuming that she fell asleep while working but the soft gasp from your mouth sounds undeniably real. she knows she's not dreaming for sure when you jump into her arms, talking about how happy you are to see her again and to be back but arlecchino can't help but take in the differences you have right now.

your body completely lacks the warmth it had before, your hair and skin are so soft that it doesn't even feel human and she can not feel a heartbeat when your chest presses against hers.

sandrone had created a puppet and dottore somehow placed your entire consciousness and memories into it. despite her curiosity, arlecchino thought she'd be better off not knowing what god awful procedures they went with.

even if you're not exactly human anymore, you're still you. you're not a mortal anymore but that doesn't mean arlecchino will ever let anything happen to you again. she will not lose you again.

she repeats the last phrase to herself multiple times as she finally returns your embrace, squeezing your body to hers. your puppet body somehwo still has your scent and for now, that's enough to comfort her racing mind and remind her that it is you in her arms.

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bobfloydsbabe · 5 months

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the holiday truce | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc | sneak peek

a gold rush fic

SUMMARY: Bob and Imogen call a truce and spend the holidays together.

WARNINGS: academia au, enemies to lovers, age gap (mid 20s/late 30s), power imbalance, smut (not in sneak peek), christmas. strictly 18+/minors dni.

A/N: inspired by a conversation with @joaquinwhorres. bob and imogen celebrate christmas, but i've done my best to limit the references to it. i'm aiming to post sometime in december, but i hope this sneak peek will get you excited for it. let me know what you want to see in this fic. enjoy!

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She stands on the street, looking up at the Boston brownstone. Around her, thick fluffy snowflakes fall to the ground. Not enough to cover the sidewalk in a blanket of white, at least not yet. One falls against her cheek and melts on contact, and she’s sure her hair’s littered with them.

She feels a bit like a pig at the entrance to a slaughterhouse. Certain doom on the other side of that front door in the shape of Dr. Robert Floyd. Known to friends as Bob, apparently. She didn’t know he had friends, and certainly not that they call him anything other than Robert until she overheard Dr. Kazansky talking about him.

Drawing in a deep breath and releasing it into a misty cloud, she squares her shoulders and walks up the steps to the front door. The black paint is peeling off and the knocker could use a good clean, but Imogen knows the professor well enough to know he won’t prioritize it. She’s seen his office, and it’s not a pretty sight.

The door swings open, letting warm yellow light spill into the street. Silhouetted by the glow, Dr. Floyd looks as if he’s wearing a halo, like an angel descended from heaven.

“Miss Van Doren,” he says, and as her eyes adjust to the sudden light, she notices a faint smile on his face. “Glad you could make it.”

He steps aside, hand still on the doorknob, allowing her to walk past him and inside the entrance hall. She catches a whiff of his cologne as he closes the door behind her. Spices and ink. Him.

A coat rack hangs on the wall with three coats evenly spaced out. Underneath it is a small bench and next to it are the professor’s shoes. The classic brown oxfords he wears to work and a pair of sensible winter boots. Both are spotless.

Unlike his office, the house appears perfectly tidy. Her mouth hangs open as she takes in the elaborate light fixtures, wood paneling, framed artwork on the opposite wall to the coat rack depicting a nye of pheasants. Not the type of art she expected, but it feels like him somehow.

She can feel his eyes trained on her as he steps up behind her. “Let me take your coat,” he says, voice deep and gravelly. She nods, slipping her purse off her shoulder and placing it on the bench.

His fingertips graze her neck, sending a shiver down her spine when he grasps the collar and slides the wool off her shoulders and down her arms. Stepping around her, he puts the coat on the rack for her.

“Come on,” he says once she’s toed her boots off and placed them haphazardly next to his own. “Dinner’s almost done.”

Imogen frowns, grabbing her purse and following him down the narrow entryway and into the open-plan kitchen. “You cook?”

Throwing a glance over his shoulder, she catches the smile on his handsome features. “I do,” he tells her, rounding the large island and reaching for an empty wine glass. “Red or white?”

She blinks at him, not sure how to feel about him being nice and personable. They may have agreed to bury the hatchet for a few days, but this is beyond unsettling. His light blue shirt has the top buttons undone, giving her a view of his collarbones and a thin silver chain around his neck.

“Red,” she says finally, trying to shake off the weird sensation of being in his home and watching him do normal things like pour a glass of wine.

He hands her the glass, raising his own and clinks them together. “Happy holidays, miss Van Doren.”

“Imogen,” she corrects him and takes a long sip, tasting the tannins on her tongue. “Is there anything I can help with?”

He trains his blue eyes on her. They appear darker than usual, maybe from the wine in his system or the tension cackling between them. His lips turn up at the corner. “Now you want to be helpful?”

Heart pounding in her chest, her cheeks warm under the intensity of his gaze. She wants to say something back, a witty remark, a counterpoint, a quip, but she can’t think of anything. Instead, she nods dumbly.

He smirks, the crinkles around his eyes deepening. “No,” he says at last, coming up in front of her, leaning down until his lips are a hair’s breadth away from her earlobe. “But you can sit that pretty little ass down and look sexy for me.”

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lala3244 · 4 months

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A crush on Lucifer

~ This is a request from @venture-venus, it is a bit long but well when you are inspired it helps! I do hope you like it. I tried to follow your request as you explained it very well! ~

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Ik I read this before or the troupe but for an obey me!Lucifer x Mc fanfic what if Mc was developing a crush on him and thought it was mutual because he was kind to them, took them out, let them come to his study, and so on. One day Mc was bringing some tea after hearing Diavolo was stopping by so they peaked into the office and overheard the pair talking, revealing Lucifer was doing all of it just to make Mc happy as the exchange student. A pov for Lucifer can show Dia prodding at him saying smth that he’s doing a lot more than he needs to so he obviously likes them but Lucifer being prideful (esp during the first season) pushes away. Mc is of course sad and distanced themself, and so on.

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Warnings: Some angst I think? Hurt/comfort

also, English is not my language and I know sometimes, English speakers wouldn’t use the expressions or sentences I used as even when I read them, they sound a bit off but my brain is not used to speaking English regularly anymore so it can’t think of another way of turning the phrases! I do apologise for this!

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You were sitting at his desk, a book and a notebook open in front of you. You had a test coming up next week and you didn’t feel ready for it so you had asked the prideful demon for his help. He had agreed but with one condition: you had to come to his study every night even during the weekend. So that was where you were. Lucifer was explaining to you a chapter on potions when he leaned down to show you a passage that was important and he put his hand on your shoulder for support. Your breath hitched at the touch and you looked to the side and you realised how close his face was to yours. His beautiful face. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He side-eyed you. “Are you listening?” You blushed furiously, feeling the warmth invading your entire body and you got scared that he could feel the sudden warmth but he didn’t move or say anything. You just nodded stupidly and looked back at the book while writing something on your notebook. He stood up. “Well, it’s enough for tonight. Same time tomorrow okay? And don’t be late.” You picked up your books and stood up. “I know you think you have to do this so that I don’t fail but I still want to thank you for your time and help… and patience. You are a good teacher, Lucifer.” With that, you left in a hurry without waiting for an answer.

You opened the door of your bedroom and jumped on your bed, hiding your face in your pillow. You couldn’t believe you were developing a crush on Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, a Lord of Hell. As if, you, a simple human, a nobody really could ever be with him! And could a demon and a human even be together? You thought about that moment when you were staring at him and you groaned. How embarrassing that was! But you were glad he didn’t say anything. You decided to change your mind so you went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. You went to sleep but it wasn’t a peaceful one, you kept waking up, bad dreams kept happening so you decided to stay awake and go through your notes again. An hour went by when you heard a knock on your door. You stood up and opened the door. Lucifer was standing there, arms crossed and a frown on his face. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep right now?” You lowered your head. “Yes, I was but I kept waking up and every time I fell back asleep, I had a nightmare so I decided to stay awake and read for my test.” His arms went on his sides and his face changed into worry. “You still need to sleep. Would you rather I stay with you until you fall asleep?” Your eyes widened as you hear his words and you could feel a blush coming. You cursed yourself internally. You hated the fact that he could make you blush so easily. You lowered your head as to hide your face. “Yes, I would. Thank you.” You left the door open so he could follow you and you went under the covers. You were watching him as he was closing the door and you couldn’t help but admire him. How his hair fell on his forehead, how his posture was always so perfect, how his eyes were observing everything. You were starting to daydream when you felt him sitting next to you. He moved so his legs were lying on your bed and he leaned his back against the headboard. He looked at you and pulled you closer. You stopped breathing, waiting to see what he was going to do. He moved you around so that you were on your side, head on his chest and your arm around his stomach. You let him move you as you knew you were no match anyway but when he finally settled, you were surprised by what was going on. It was actually comfortable to use him as a pillow. He put his hand on your back and soothingly rubbed it. You finally let your breath go and breathed normally again. You let a few seconds pass before whispering. “Good night, Lucifer. Thank you.” You were starting to feel sleepy and his hand rubbing your back helped you relax more. Lucifer smiled at you, even though you couldn’t see him and waited a few minutes to be sure you were asleep. “Any time, darling.” Then he kissed tenderly your hair.

You got woken up by your alarm. You sat down slowly and looked around. Of course, no Lucifer. You lied back down again and took the covers with you to hide your whole body. You replayed the evening in your mind, eyes closed, it was actually nice. Maybe he cared about you more than you thought? No, that would be crazy! But… you snapped your eyes open. In your sleeping state, you thought you had heard him talking and calling you darling. Surely it was a dream. It wasn’t possible! But what if…? You heard one of the brothers calling you for breakfast. You couldn’t say who it was but you left begrudgingly your bed, not really ready to affront the brothers. You weren’t really hungry, having slept so little didn’t help with your appetite so you went back upstairs after drinking only a cup of tea and got ready for RAD. You all left the House of Lamentations, you would usually walk with Mammon, as the second born liked to brag about his schemes he came up with during the night but today, he was busy talking with Levi. You smiled fondly as you watched them together. You felt a presence next to you and you looked up, still smiling. Lucifer had started to walk next to you and he looked down at you. “Why are you smiling?” You chuckled. “It’s just cute how Mammon and Levi interact with each other.” He looked at them, an eyebrow quirked and he chuckled too. “Yes, they can be.” You were all greeted by Lord Diavolo at R.A.D’s entrance. You looked at the Prince who was, clearly, watching Lucifer with a smirk on his face. You said hello to the future King and went to your first class, leaving the brothers with him. The day went by, uneventful. Sometimes, you would catch glances of Lucifer and he was always watching you. He would smile at you when he saw you.

You hated yourself when you had a crush because you would read every word, every gesture as a sign that they liked you and you were wrong more often than not so you tried to stop yourself hoping but that evening when you were finding yourself in Lucifer’s study, you couldn’t help but hope. For once, he was sitting. Not standing behind you but sitting next to you. Your knees touching slightly, he would brush his fingers accidentally against your hands and you kept telling yourself. “Don’t hope! Don’t hope! Don’t hope” and you failed miserably when after your study session he said that he would take you out after the last study session to celebrate your good results. You laughed and had said “We won’t know for another week.” He smiled. “I know you’ll pass.” It boosted your ego and when you looked at Lucifer’s eyes, you swore you saw a glint of pride.

When you went back to your room, you couldn’t help but think about the subtle touches the demon gave you. It wasn’t like before. It felt like it was as if your bodies were attracted to each other and they needed to touch one way or another. You shook your head. You needed to stop thinking like that. To stop thinking like there was ever any hope but, still, your mind kept coming back towards those fleeting moments when his fingers were barely touching you. It sent electricity through your body and it kept feeding in your crush. You sighed, loudly. You looked around your room and decided you needed to get out so you went to the kitchen. You were making yourself a cup of herbal tea to help you fall asleep when you heard someone at the door. You tried to listen for a clue of who it was but you were too far away to hear anything. A few moments later, Asmodeus arrived. “Hey hon! Lord Diavolo is here! Lucifer asked me to make some drinks for them.” You smiled at the Avatar of Lust. “I’ll bring them the drinks if you’d like?” He jumped happily and kissed you on the cheek, giggling. You laughed and you busied yourself with the drinks. It took you a few minutes to get everything ready. You knew what Lucifer liked as you had brought hot beverages to him before but you didn’t know Diavolo’s preferences so you put on display different flavours for him to choose. Once everything was on the tray, you took it and left the kitchen.

You arrived in front of the door which was slightly open and you stopped. They were talking and you heard your name so you listened closely with the tray in your hands. Lord Diavolo was speaking. “… brothers told me you slept in their room last night?” You heard Lucifer groaned. “Who told you that? Never mind. I saw the light on in their room so I went in to check if everything was okay and they told me they had bad dreams so I proposed to stay with them until they fell asleep.” Lord Diavolo chuckled. “And you help them with that test?” You tried to see what was going on inside and you saw Lucifer stand up. “They asked me for help. I can’t let an exchange student fail. It would look bad on you or me.” Diavolo was sitting on a chair. “True. But every night? You don’t even do that for your brothers, I don’t think you would spend that much time with someone if you didn’t have any feelings for them.” Lucifer turned to face Lord Diavolo. “What are you insinuating, Diavolo?” Lord Diavolo stared at Lucifer. “You barely speak to Simeon and Luke who are also exchange students in the Devildom. Simeon was your brother as an angel but with this human you do a lot more to make sure they are comfortable and happy. I think you like them. A lot.” Lucifer stared down at Diavolo. “Stop it. I am THE Avatar. Of Pride! I won’t let myself have feelings for such a fragile human., an inferior being.” You took a step back, punched by Lucifer’s words and hurt by the hatred you could hear in his voice. You wanted to leave but they were waiting for the drinks. You braced yourself and opened the door. “Good evening Lord Diavolo! Here, I brought you some drinks, I didn’t know what you liked so you have the choice.” You put the tray down on the desk then looked at Lucifer who had an angry face on. Tears started to well up and when Lucifer looked at you, a tear fell. Lucifer’s eyes widened and concern could be read on his gaze. You wiped your tears quickly and said your goodbyes to the Young Prince. Lucifer stood up. “Wait…” and you left without looking back.

You went to bed, not even bothering to brush your teeth, change or even get under the covers. You just plopped down on your bed, face down on your pillow. And you hurt. You hurt so much that your chest was painful. You moved your head so you could breathe better but you still had difficulty breathing. It was so painful. You couldn’t believe Lucifer had such hatred against humans or you. Your heart broke. You idealised the demon so much in your mind that to think that he could hate you that much was unbelievable, how could he be so nice and kind to you. A sob escaped your chest then more followed and you couldn’t stop them. You sobbed as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest, as if someone tore a piece of your soul. To know he didn’t like you like you did was okay, he had a right to not have that kind of feelings for you but you thought you were, at least, friends and apparently, he saw you nothing more as a pet. You laughed. A pet is loved, not hated. So for the Avatar of Pride, a human is even less important than a pet. A rat? A pest, that was what you were. Now, you were laughing hysterically and crying. You were alternating both. After a couple of hours, you fell asleep, exhausted by your rollercoaster of emotions.

You woke up and tried to open your eyes. You touched them and you realised they were puffy from all of your crying last night. You checked your phone and saw that you had no notifications. You cursed Lucifer and his pride. He knew he hurt you but his pride didn’t let him apologise even via text messages. You got up from your bed and went to the bathroom, hoping that some cold water could help reduce the puffiness of your eyes then you went to the dinner room to have breakfast with the brothers. They all looked at you when you walked in but they don’t say anything. You mumbled a greeting to all of them and sat down in your seat. You ate your breakfast in silence while you felt their stares on you. You finally looked up after finishing eating and you saw quickly, all their heads turning to their plates, except Lucifer. He was reading a newspaper while sipping his coffee, unconcerned by your appearance. You felt your chest constricting at the obvious neglect the Avatar of Pride felt about you. You stood up abruptly and left the room, stomping your feet like a child throwing a tantrum but you didn’t actually care. None of the other brothers dared moving and all looked at Lucifer, who just shrugged his shoulders.

It was the evening. You had spent your whole trying to avoid the brothers and especially the eldest but when it was finally time for you to go and see him for your study session, you hesitated. You couldn’t face him, not after what he said but he texted, asking you to still meet him in his office at the same time as usual. So you went, anxious. You, now, knew he hated you and you were scared to say or do something wrong. You decided to just focus on the lesson and what he has to say about it. Not on him, not on his hatred. You remembered one of the first time he threatened to kill you because he felt you were a threat to his family. It was scary then but you just assumed he was a big brother protecting his brother. Now, you knew it was something entirely different. You shakily knocked on his study’s door and opened the door. He was standing by his desk, his back facing you. After a few seconds where you had stayed by the door, he turned around with that charming smile and showed you a chair. “Please, sit down.” You followed his order quietly and sat down. You started unpacking your stuff but he stopped you. “Today, we are doing something different. Here’s a mock-up test. You have an hour to finish it and together, we will do the corrections and see where you need to study the most.” You nodded, speechless. You started your exam and thought it was quite easy, well you hoped but it was actually nice to not have to speak to him for a full hour. The hour went by quickly and he took the paper. He read it quickly and you saw him nod to himself multiple times and when he was almost done, you saw a small proud smile on his face. Your heart bursted with pride and he gasped. His eyes fell on you while you were looking at his desk, basking in your pride. You thought you had passed when you saw the smile and you were so proud to have done so well as you weren’t prepared to have an exam that day. You looked at Lucifer with a big grin, oblivious of his turmoil. “So? Shall we start correcting?” He stared at you for a while longer and you started to get anxious. You were seeing an emotion in his eyes that was unfamiliar. He cleared his throat. “Well, except a few small mistakes here and there, there is nothing to correct.” Your chest swelled even bigger and he staggered back. You frowned. “Are you okay?” He nodded. “Well, keep reading your notes for the next couple of days and you should pass easily.” You nodded, relieved that you didn’t need to spend more time with Lucifer. You left the study and on the way there, you bumped into Asmodeus. “Hey hon! Tomorrow evening, we are going out to The Fall. Would you like to come?” You nodded and jumped excitedly. “Yes please! A night out before my test should help me relax a bit!” Asmo laughed and kissed you good night.

The next day, you felt better and glad that Asmo had asked you for a night out. At least, not all demons hated humans. You knew you would finish early today so you had asked the Avatar of Lust to go shopping with you. You spent the rest of the afternoon trying on different outfits and you finally decided on one. It highlighted your body in all the right places and unconsciously you chose a black and red one. You realised it once you had bought it. Never mind. Asmo ushered you in his room so you could both get ready and he took you out for dinner. As you were in a hurry, you had left your D.D.D in Asmo’s room. It dawned on you when you wanted to take a picture of the two of you. You shrugged it off and went to the restaurant. You walked in arm in arm with the fourth brother and the maitre d’ showed you to your table. You looked at the menu while listening to Asmo who was explaining everything in there. You saw a shadow covering your table so you looked up. It was Lucifer, he looked pissed, arms crossed. “Don’t you look at your phone.” You stuttered “s-sorry, I-I left it at home.” He shook his head. “Very well, I will talk to you tomorrow.” And he left. You looked at Asmo when you realised. He had promised you to take you out tonight as it was supposed to be the last day of your tutoring. You excused yourself to Asmo “I’m sorry Asmo, I’ll be back! Choose for me”. You ran after the Avatar and caught his arm. Even though, you were still heartbroken and mad at him, you couldn’t help but feel sorry. He might not hate you that much if he was there waiting for you, right? And there you go, hoping. Again. He turned to face you. “What?” He was calm but you could see the anger behind his stare. “I’m… I’m really sorry Lucifer. I really didn’t mean to.” He crossed his arms. “Well, you are human after all, you discard things when you don’t need them anymore.” You stood there, speechless. “I don’t… that’s hurtful!” He smirked. “Is it?” You gasped and anger took you in. “Of course, you’d say that . I am only a pest under your protection. Something that you don’t want but still have to live with and can’t get rid of soon enough. You know what? I’m glad I have forgotten your invitation. You don’t deserve it, you don’t deserve me, you don’t deserve anything. You are only good to scold and teach but nothing else.” You turned away and went back inside. You threw yourself in the arms of Asmo who was waiting for you at the door. “Asmo, I want to go home please.” He nodded and walked past his brother, frowning at him to ask him silently what had happened.

Spending the rest of the evening in Asmo’s room had helped you feel better and you were actually glad that you didn’t go out as your test was a bit more complicated than the one Lucifer made you take. You knew the answers, it’s just that the questions were weirdly worded and it didn’t make sense at first what they were asking you. When you finished your exam, you left the classroom and you saw Lucifer waiting for you. “How did it go?” You shrugged. “Fine I guess. The questions were kind of difficult to understand.” He nodded. They do that, yes. So it wouldn’t be too easy to answer.” You shrugged again. “Ok, well thank you for asking about my test but I don’t want to be late for my next class.” He nodded again and watched you leave. You shuddered and cursed yourself at how you felt butterflies in your stomach when he asked you about your test but then you reminded yourself, he did it to make sure he did a good at teaching you, not for you but deep down, your crush which had developed into more was still present and you could forgive him anything. You made a promise to yourself, to stop thinking about him and for that you needed to avoid him as much as possible. Avoiding him felt impossible. He was everywhere, you went. You wanted to do your homework in the library? He was there talking with the librarian. You went for a hot drink in a random coffee shop you never went, he was there having a coffee. You went for a walk, he was on the same pathway. You wondered if he had put a bug or a curse on you to know where you were going. And the next few days were pretty much the same. Even in the House of Lamentations, he was everywhere no matter the time except for your room, of course. So, you would hide in there every evening, avoiding him, and as a consequence, his brothers too. After a couple of days, the other brothers got worried but when Asmo told them about the argument with their brothers they decided to leave you alone. They didn’t want their brother on their backs again. You felt betrayed when none of them came to see if you were okay or even at breakfast, they wouldn’t look at you.

It was snowing. You liked the first snows. It was always so immaculate and quiet. You liked the stillness in the sky and the invigorating cold. For the past few days, you had barely spoken to anyone in the house but you were glad, you had other friends at RAD, otherwise, you would feel really lonely. You had walked from RAD with Simeon and Luke to the House of Lamentations. It had been snowing for a few hours now and when you walked you could hear and feel the crispness of the fresh snow. You stopped and looked up at the sky, enjoying the feeling of each snowflake melting against your skin. You got startled when you received a snow ball on your coat. You looked around and you saw the two angels running away, laughing. You made a snowball then a second one quickly and ran after them. You laughed as you tried to aim at their backs and you got them. You had managed to arrive in front of your temporary home. Lucifer and his brothers were all on the porch, watching you. Mammon was the first to move, grabbed some snow and threw it towards you. You dodged it and tried to do the same but when you aimed for Mammon, you tripped and you sent your snowball on Lucifer. You froze mid-stumble and waited for a reaction. He looked at the snow that was slowly melting on his coat then at you. He slowly walked towards a railing and with a hand, gathered the snow and meld it in a ball then he threw it. It got you on the side of your head, it wasn’t a powerful throw but enough to unfreeze you and to start a snowball fight with Lucifer. The brothers joined you too, Mammon and Asmo played with you and the angels against the other five brothers. You played for a couple of hours but you asked to stop as no one was really winning and you couldn’t feel your fingers anymore. You hugged Simeon and Luke and thanked them for earlier.

When they left, the brothers had the time to realise that you were cold. Your lips were becoming blue and you started shuddering uncontrollably. Lucifer ushered you to your room. “Get undressed, I’m going to run a bath for you.” Your teeth were shattering and you slowly started to undressed. You tried to lay your clothes down so they would dry but you decided to just let them as is because you were shaking so much. You wrapped a towel around your body and walked quickly to the bathroom. You didn’t realise how much the cold had penetrated your bones. You could barely feel your legs and feet and all your limbs started to be painful as you were slowly warming up with the heat from the house. Lucifer was still in the bathroom, making sure the water was not too hot for your cold body. He turned around when he saw you walked in. You weren’t really thinking at that point. All you needed was the warm water so you took off your towel and slided in the bathtub. There was enough water so that it covered all your body. Lucifer was watching you, slightly panicking at your actions and once you stopped shuddering, you looked at him. You chuckled when you saw his panic look but you quickly got embarrassed when you realised why he was panicking. “Thank you Lucifer. I’m alright now. You can leave, I won’t be long.” You smiled shyly at him and he nodded, his gaze looking everywhere but you now. You stayed a few minutes, rubbing your limbs to get the blood flowing, warm. You emptied the bath and you grabbed the towel to dry off. You left the bathroom enveloped in your towel and ran towards your room. Lucifer was there, rummaging in your closet for warm clothing. He laid them on the bed for you. “Put that on. I’ll come back later because I would like to show you something but I don’t want what happened earlier happening again.” You chuckled. “Sure, Lucifer. I’ll get dressed appropriately.” He smiled. This charming smile that made you melt every time, no matter how angry you were at him.

He went by your room and whisked you away to a new coffee that was in an incredible spot. You could see the whole city and the view was breathtaking. It was on a roof of a tall building and you didn’t know there was such a place in the Devildom. He ordered two hot drinks and when they were done he brought you outside. You shivered at the temperature difference and Lucifer instinctively came closer to you. You leaned on the railing to have a proper look at the view. The snow was everywhere, covering the city with a white sheet. You felt the demon coming closer to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. You could feel his body’s heat even through your layers. “It’s only to keep you warm while you are outside.” You giggled. “Of course, Lucifer” He hummed happily then stopped. He turned you around so you were facing him but you were still in his arms. You gasped as it was sudden and you looked at him, surprised. He looked straight into your eyes and put his forehead on yours. He closed his eyes. “I am sorry”. You waited for him to look at you. “For what?” He sighed. You knew he knew but you wanted him to say it. “For what I said in my study.” You moved your head on the side so you wouldn’t look at him anymore. You started to completely pull away but his embrace tightened. “I-I don’t have any excuse. I went too far. My pride was speaking for me when Diavolo said out loud what I was denying to myself and I let it fester instead of just going to see you and to apologise to you as you deserve. You were right, I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve a lot but I really hope you can forgive me someday.” You didn’t move your head while he was speaking, you looked at the city’s lights, blurred by the tears that were starting to fall. You didn’t look up either when you started to talk. “It hurt, you know? To hear such hatred from you. To hear that I was an inferior being because I was a human. I felt like you never wanted me and I was just an inconvenience even though you have been so kind to me.” He sighed again, lips strained into a thin line. He hugged you tighter, your head was now on his chest and you could hear his heart. “As I said, i don’t have an excuse for what I said. I could say I didn’t mean it but at the moment it still hurt you and for that I apologise, again. If there is one thing I would never do on purpose, it’s hurting you. What I said was me defending myself against Lord Diavolo’s true claims but I shouldn’t have used those harsh words.” Your tears were still flowing while you listened to him through the vibrations of his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he kissed you on the top of your head. You waited to stop crying before pulling away. He grabbed your face with both hands and gently, with his thumbs, he wiped the tears off your cheeks. He kissed your forehead, both your eyes, the tip of your nose then each of your cheeks and he stopped his lips in front of yours. “Do you think you can forgive me?” You leaned into his hands. “I don’t know? Do you hate me or humans?” He chuckled then leaned in to press a soft kiss on your lips. “No, I don’t hate you nor humans.”

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THE END

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#obey me #obey me fandom #obey me fanfic #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me hurt #obey me hurt/comfort #obeyme lucifer #lucifer angst

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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GL Jazz Anger Management

Ok this shit is like half made but I know that I Will Not finish this so fuck it we ball.

Heavily influenced (and encouraged) by @gilbirda

Jazz is an Arkham Asylum Psychologist who’s been on staff for roughly three years at this point. Jason has been assigned to work undercover as a Arkham Security Guard to try to scope out and stop the next breakout that Batman has heard whispers about.

Jazz and Jason have very similar shifts. Jason is instantly pinned as someone who could handle their stronger patients. This makes him almost always automatically assigned with helping transport the more physically menacing asylum patients to their therapy sessions. Jason and Jazz had similar shifts so Jazz frequently saw Jason in the staff break room or assigned to follow her patient into her office to make sure they didn’t try to attack any other patients or staff. (Jazz could handle herself no problem, but protocol is protocol.)

Sure enough, the rumors for the breakout were true. Jason overheard their plans but just a tad too late. The breakout was happening tonight and he was severely underprepared for handling something this big with this short of a deadline. Damn it. Jason was just getting to know Jazz really well. He asked her on a date set for next week but he might be too preoccupied trying to wrangle these villains to show up.

Low and behold: There is a breakout. Head of the breakout being Scarface (The Ventriloquist) and Two-Face. (Jason doesn’t know which shift fucked up and managed to let an entire ass veltriloquist doll get a green light past security but he damn well knew it wasn’t his.) Dozens upon dozens of patients were out of their cells and stormed the building as alarms and lights blared at nearly deafening levels.

Suddenly, a deafening crash shakes the building. Chunks of the ceiling rain down onto the angry mob of Arkham patients as something small and green flies through the wall of the building and finally rests on Jazz’s hand. Jason is far too far away to do anything to help. In his Red Hood uniform, he’s busy subduing the angry mob one criminally insane patient at a time. The design was reminiscent of the Green Lantern rings but a strange skull shaped emblem on the top of the skull made him think otherwise.

Jazz knew that this was the ring of rage. It was calling to her. She somehow just knew that Danny had rejected the ring and that she was the nearest liminal on earth with the strongest will to be an acceptable wielder of the ring. Jazz looks at the angry mob and back at the ring. Sure, she could take on a few dozen goons and patients before getting overwhelmed, but with the ring she could do something about this. Protect the people she cared for, fight for what’s right.

Jazz puts on the ring.

-Draw Jazz GL outfit but inspired by the Ring of Rage.

-Jazz closes her eyes as she can feel knowledge of how to control the ring suddenly flood her brain. A strange suit of green light envelops her body that glows a bright toxic green. Bright green fenton blasters, hammers, force field barriers, and mixed martial arts to subdue the rowdy patients. Balls of green light encase the unconscious patients and float them back into their rooms, keeping them out of the fight. Jazz is a force of nature, plowing a clean line of goons and criminally insane individuals down to get to Two Face and The Ventriloquist.

Jason blinks heavily because Jazz is now holding a strange bazooka that seems to be cobbled together out of household items, duct tape, and pure willpower because there is no way that thing should be functional.

The mortar doesn’t shoot Two-Face but instead turns instantly into a net the second it makes contact with his body.

-Jazz then gets to work fixing up her workplace. Using her constructs to repair and fix the broken bits of ceiling and hallway until they looked like they were never broken in the first place.

-Jason, staring at the now fully fixed Asylum with every patient locked in their appropriate room, is still reeling from what just happened. He no longer has to worry about the threat of his date being put off, but now he has another issue.

-Jason tells Jazz that he’s gonna need to bring her to the watchtower for questioning and to meet the other GL’s.

-They go to the watchtower and The GL’s that Jason tells to meet them there instantly clock that Jazz isn’t a normal Green Lantern.

-the GL’s are kinda shocked because they haven’t seen a Ghost Sector GL before. They thought they were just a rumor. Jokes on them, they’re real. It’s a subset of Green Lanterns that patrol various sectors of the Ghost Zone like the regular Green Lanterns patrol sectors of the universe.

- Their chest emblem is more like that ghost skull on the ring of rage. Her hair is more flamelike and etherial and she looks physically more unreal. Jason is shocked that the one girl he thought he might have something going for him got superpowers. Just his luck. He’s not complaining tho, he’s happy that Jazz can fully protect and defend herself and doesn’t have to worry about her. (He still very much so worries but not as much)

- Jazz and Jason have a sorta long distance/short distance relationship. Jazz spends her time patrolling the GZ but whenever she’s needed on earth, she always takes time to visit Jason. They are very very sweet with each other and are a fuckin literal power duo. You mess with their S.O.? Next second be prepared to be staring down the barrel of either a corporeal or incorporeal looking gun. Either one will hurt like hell.

-fin-

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #anger management ship #bones writes #GL!Jazz

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being so into ted but thinking he doesn’t like you that way because he’s just nice to everyone until one day roy SNAPS and tells you ted is so whipped for you

This is my headcanon all the time when I daydream about this mustachioed man. Because I'm a) horrible at taking hints and B) perpetually friend-zoned. So let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Flirt-ville, self doubt

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You couldn't help the dreamy way you stared at Ted whenever you passed by him in the hallway at Nelson Road.

"Howdy, stranger," he said one day, after going a couple days without getting to be in his awe-inspiring, jolly presence.

He's so handsome.

So goddamn handsome.

That perfectly styled hair. His mustache. Those big dark eyes. His sleeves rolled up his muscular forearm. That broad chest under those sweaters.

You're staring.

"Oh, h-hey, Ted," you offer back with a smile.

"How goes it?"

"Busy! Busy week. How about yourself?" you ask, your eye glittering as you look at him. You can't help it.

"Oh same ol' same ol'. It's nice to see ya, been a couple days," he offers, patting your arm.

Every time he does this you get a zip of electricity down your spine. His hands are so big and warm.

You're staring again.

"Maybe we could grab lunch sometime, or a coffee?" Ted asks. "Catch up in our lil worlds."

You nod and accept. "I'd love that, Ted."

Ted's your friend. And only your friend.

He's jovial and bright to everyone. He smiles widely at every person in this building. And when you compare yourself to the few other women around, like Keeley and Rebecca, or even Sassy when she comes by, well...

in the friend-zone is where you know you'll be.

When he walks away, you paint on a smile for a moment and then let your face relax into a sad, mournful frown. Oh, how you wish you could go on just one date with Ted Lasso.

He'd be charming as all hell. He'd listen well, like he always does. He can dance, so you know he'd be good at that.

And those lips. That smile. Oh to kiss it.

"Oi. What's wrong?" Roy asks gruffly, his arms stiff at his sides. "Who do I haf' ta beat up?"

Ever since you started at Nelson Road last year, Keeley's been like a sister and Roy? Like the big brother you never had.

You laugh it off.

"No, no...nothing like that, don't worry," you murmur, walking into your office. Roy follows.

"Then why that face? Ya look like someone kicked a puppy."

You try not to laugh. You see Ted breeze by the doorway and your eyes follow.

"Is this about the gaffer?"

You blush. "Shhh...I don't want someone to hear you."

Roy looks outside the door, then closes it part way.

"You know he likes you, right?" Roy asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

You look at him with a dumbfounded expression. "Ted?"

Roy nods.

"Yeah. I overheard him talkin' to that...Diamond Dogs, or what'eva they're called... I refuse to ask because it's ridiculous," he says, waving his hand in the air.

"What did he say?" Your heart is hammering in your chest.

"He rounded 'em up like he always does and asked how best to approach a girl you really like," Roy starts. "Higgins asked who, so he could help more specifically. Ted said you."

Your mouth hangs open. You try to talk but nothing comes out.

"I just assumed..."

"You assumed he didn't like you? Why? Because you're fun, pretty, smart, and kind?" You look at Roy, your eyes welling with tears.

"Look, I know you told Keeley and I you always come in runner up. That you get friend-zoned..." Roy leans over your desk.

"I just assumed Ted was nice to everyone..."

Roy nods. "He is, but you should see the way he looks at you when you walk in or out of a room. Or the way he watches you when we're all at the pub havin' a pint. You may not notice it, but we sure do."

You sit for a minute with this knowledge.

"So what did Higgins say?"

Roy smiles, a rare one. "Well, first he congratulated Ted for choosing wisely. And second, he told Ted to not be nervous. Ask you when the time is right, for a date or whatever. And if that makes ya nervous, Keeley and I agreed we'd double with ya, even though I can't stand doing that."

You laugh, even though you know deep down Roy loves going out with Keeley.

"So be patient, I think it'll happen. But don't sell yourself short, y/n. You have a lot to offer, and you deserve the best."

You smile kindly. "Thank you, Roy."

Like usual, he gives a curt nod and leaves your office.

...

Later that evening, the club is quiet and you're finishing some work in your office when you hear a soft *rap-rap-rap* on your door.

"C'mon in," you sing-song, still typing.

"Hiya, there," a polite, baritone drawl draws your attention off your screen. Ted stands with his hands in his jogger pockets, a smile on his face.

"Hi, Ted, what are you still doin' here?"

He tilts back on his heels for a second.

"I, ah, well... I wanted to ask ya something but gosh, the cat's got my dang tongue," he jokes, running a hand through his hair. Your stomach flutters with anticipation.

You stand up and lean/sit against your desk, waiting. His eyes connect with yours, then your smile, then back to your eyes. Then they scan down your body and your heart flutters to match your stomach.

"I'm all ears."

"Well," Ted says, whistling a small note. "I wanted to see if ya'd like to go out with me sometime? Get some dinner? Maybe a movie?"

You smile, the words finally leaving his perfect mouth.

"I'd love to, Ted."

"I mean, I don't know whatcha got goin' on or all that, and I understand if..."

"Ted... I'd love to," you answer quietly, stepping forward so you can stand closer to him, your eyes connected. "I was hoping you'd ask me that, because I've been biting my tongue to ask you the same. Just didn't think you saw me that way..."

Ted blushes and laughs, tilting his head a little, running a hand down his jaw. That beautiful jawline.

"What's there not to see, y/n? You're funny and bright, kind, and..." he pauses for a minute. "Gorgeous. Like a Kansas sunset."

You blush hard and before your eyes can track to the floor to anchor yourself in the moment, he holds your cheek in his big hand, leaning in to kiss your lips.

It's like fireworks, his lips on yours. You savor every millisecond that goes back, your hands sliding up his chest and around his neck, his around your waist...

"So a date?" you ask him gently as you pull away just an inch.

"Y-yeah, a date," he replies, trying to compose himself. "Looks like we checked one thing off the first date jitters box though."

You giggle.

"Kinda wanna check that box again," you reply, and he smiles, meeting his lips with yours again.

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That was way heavier on dialog than I expected but I felt like Roy and you really needed that moment - because even if Roy wouldn't admit it, he's a great hype man for people he cares about :) Thanks so much for this prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso x reader insert #nervous ted lasso is still sexy

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Jealous! Ted x Reader Oneshot

@thisismysecondrodeo wrote a wonderful jealous Jason one shot, and it inspired me to take this into Ted Lasso Land.

Summary: Ted has feelings for the new AFC Richmond marketing manager—but can’t seem to tell her. When one Bantr match gets her a little too excited, Ted finally takes matters into his own hands.

Idk, I just love the jealousy trope...what can i say?

Also I haven’t thoroughly edited, I just noticed the Ted x reader tag hasn’t been getting much love lately and wanted to add more :)

You kind of a had a feeling Ted was into you...he definitely had his way of showing it. The extra biscuits he’d drop on your desk after Biscuits with the Boss, the smiles, the personalized jokes he always greeted you with. Yet, he would never stay by your desk to talk for more than 10 minutes, always nervously jamming his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground, and departing with a quick nod and “See ‘ya later,” directed at the floor.

It was adorable.

You would be lying if you didn’t want to pursue him. Sure, he was basically twenty years older than you, and yes, he did come with some baggage. But Ted Lasso was handsome, smart, and put everyone before himself. He was such a great man, he just needed...a push.

Downloading Bantr had been Keeley’s idea. Well, a combination of Keeley and Rebecca. The three of you were closer than just coworkers, and they were initially the ones who planted the seed in your head that Ted had a crush on you.

“Don’t you think Ted’s into you?” Rebecca had asked with a smirk one day, the three of you seated in her office on her (ridiculously comfy) sofa.

“Hmm?” It caught you off guard. Yes, you had picked up on his uncharacteristic nervousness around you, but hadn’t paid it much attention. You were new, after all. He just didn’t really know you yet.

“Oh god, FINALLY we’re talking about this.” Keeley sat up, placing her tea on the table so she could dive head first into her analysis.

After a thorough and insanely detailed analysis provided by Keeley (with sprinkled in examples from Rebecca), they looked at you expectedly.

“What?” You asked, a stupid grin appearing on your flushed face.

“Are you going to go for it?” Rebecca asked bluntly, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean...yes I would be down to get to know him. He just gets so nervous, I’m afraid he’ll never ask me out,” You say with a shrug.

Keeley furrows her brows and taps her perfectly manicured fingers against the arm of the sofa. “What if we gave Ted some competition? Men love a good competition.”

“Competition? Keeley, there’s not exactly men lining up at my door.”

“Ok FIRST off, that is not true. Roy said he’s heard more than a couple inappropriate comments about you in the locker room. He’s getting tired of reminding the boys not to objectify women.”

You’re stunned. The players commented on you?

“And there was one time Ted overheard someone mention how they’d like to take you home. Apparently he lost it. Gave a lecture on women’s rights and the male gaze.”

“What?!” You sit up, alarmed.

“Well now that we know what makes him bite,” Rebecca smirks, “Let’s make him jealous. So jealous that he’ll just have to make a move.”

You shake your head, “You two are ridiculous.”

“Got it!” Keeley now slams her palm down on the sofa, making both you and Rebecca jump, “We’ll sign you up for Bantr, get you some matches, set up some dates that maybe you’ll actually go on. We’ll talk about it in front of Ted. Rebecca you can sprinkle in something during Biscuits with the Boss?” She checks looking at her.

“Absolutely.” Rebecca is downright gleeful. “And Keeley and I will get you ready for the date. Make you look even more beautiful than you normally do. We’ll really fire him up.”

“Well...” You shrug, a smile tugging at your lips, “It’s so crazy that it just may work.”

Phase 1: Intro to Bantr

“Hey there,” Ted greets you with a smile, shaking a pink biscuit box your way, “Special delivery for the best marketer in town.”

You laugh, “Thank you, Ted!”

Almost on queue your phone lights up with a new match. You were actually quite the commodity on the app — men were messaging you left and right.

You feign embarrassment as he looks down at your phone.

“Oh, uh, you tryin’ that out?” He asks, hands once again returning to his pockets.

“Yeah,” You shrug, “I’m ready to start dating again, and things seem to be slow in the real world, so I figured I’d try the digital world.” You look down, opening your phone, and laughing at a message you received. “I’m fully prepared for these men to realize who they matched with when they see me in person for the first time and leave me high and dry.”

Ted’s brow furrows and he looks at you earnestly, “They’d have to be blind as a bat to do that, come on now.” Realizing what he said, his ears turn red and you smile softly.

“Thanks, Ted. Hoping someone on here compliments me as well as you do.”

He nods, looking at the ground. He leaves a moment later, a “See ‘ya” muttered at the ground, and you text Rebecca and Keeley.

You: Phase 1: Complete.

Keeley: HELL YEAH.

Rebecca: Debrief in my office in 20.

Phase 2: The Match

Your phone pings multiple times on your desk later that week, and you quickly swipe open your group chat.

Rebecca: I mentioned you matched with someone during Biscuits with the Boss.

Keeley: AND?

Rebecca: He was so frazzled. Didn’t know what to say. Played it off that he hopes this person is “as cool as she is.”

You: Things seem to be progressing as planned.

Rebecca: He left a minute ago, you’ll probably see him swing by soon. xx

You look up to see Ted coming down the hallway, a forced smile on his face as he makes it into your office and approaches your desk.

“Morning, Ted!” You greet, pretending not to notice the change in his normal behavior.

“Mornin’,” He says softly, handing over the famous pink box of biscuits. “How was your weekend?”

“It was good,” You nod, fully ready to enact Phase 2, “Got some matches on this dumb app. One I’m actually kind of excited about so, that was unexpected.” You shrug, opening the box of biscuits. “How was your weekend?”

He nods, “Oh hey! Well, can’t say I’m shocked about that. My weekend was good, Beard and I finally went to the Winston Churchill museum. Lordy was there a lot to see.”

You smile at him, taking a bite of the biscuit, “You know Ted,” You say after you chew, “This may be your best batch yet.”

“Oh come on now,” he shrugs off the compliment, “Happy you like ‘em.”

“I do! Too much. I’ve got a date tomorrow so I need to lay off of them,” You say, peering up at him to gauge his reaction.

His smile wavers a little bit, “Well, you don’t need to lay off anything. You can eat all the biscuits you want — ain’t no harm in that. Say, what does this fella do?”

“He’s a coach, actually,” You say, the irony of the situation is actually too much and you hide a smirk.

His eyebrows shoot up, “Oh wow, is that so? What’s he coachin’?”

“I didn’t ask...figured I’d leave that as a topic of conversation. You know, for tomorrow. I hate going on dates and not having enough to talk about.” You say.

He rubs his jaw, “Yeah, yeah I get that. Well, I’m gonna head down to see how the pitch is looking. I’ll uh, see you later.”

“Bye, Ted!” You say with a smile.

Phase 3: The “Date”

Ted looked around in disappointment when you weren’t at your desk. You were always at your desk between 930-10am, after he’d have Biscuits with the Boss. Today, you were nowhere to be found. He dropped the pink box off, borrowing a sticky note from your pile.

Must’ve missed ya. Enjoy the biscuits — you can never have too many.

Ted

Just as Ted was rounding the corner to the stairwell he sees you and Keeley ascending from the floor below.

“You sure it’s not too much?” He hears you ask, hesitation in your voice.

“Trust me, he’s going to lose it.” He hears Keeley reply. The thought of another man “losing it” over you makes his heart pound and fists clench. Why was he such a coward when it came to asking you out?

“Oh! Hey Ted,” Keeley greets as you reach the stairwell landing. Ted’s eyes drift to you and you watch as they subconsciously widen.

Keeley had booked you an early morning blowout, touched up your makeup, and found you a short but classy dress to wear to work that would serve as your “date” dress. Admittedly, you hadn’t agreed to meet your Bantr date yet...but Ted didn’t need to know that.

“Morning, Ted,” You say smiling.

“Uh, mornin! Look at you, all dressed up.” He says gesturing to you.

“She’s got a hot date tonight,” Keeley smirks, nudging you for the full effect.

“Ah yes, the coach from Bantr?” Ted asks, feigning excitement.

“The fit coach from Bantr, yes!” Keeley says.

Ted looks confused, “I thought Bantr didn’t use pictures?”

“Oh,” Keeley fabricates, “I can just tell by the way he talks to her.”

Ted’s fists clench and he unsurprisingly shoves them into his pockets. “Well now! That sounds like something for girl talk. I’m gonna head down to see the boys, good luck on the date.” He smiles halfheartedly at you.

You nod with a smile, “Thanks, Ted.”

“He was SO jealous,” Keeley whispers as you approach Rebecca’s office.

“I guess,” You say, “But he still hasn’t done anything.”

“Leave that up to me.” Keeley says, spinning around and following after him.

Phase 4: The Push

Ted sits down at his desk with a huff.

“Alright, Coach?” Beard asks, putting his book down.

“Yeah. No. I don’t know.” Ted mutters, putting his head in his hands.

“Does this have to do with a certain marketing manager on the third floor?” Beard guesses.

“She’s got a date tonight,” Ted says, frowning.

“And you’re jealous?” Beard guesses.

“I’m not jealous. I just...she shows up to work today looking even more beautiful than she normally does. She’s putting all this effort in. And why shouldn’t she? She’s young and smart and beautiful and—”

“And you’re jealous.” Beard affirms this time.

“Well, yeah. She’s going to go meet some guy, younger than I am, without all the baggage. What would she even want to do with me?”

A knock on the office door cuts his rambling short, and he looks up to see Keeley waving through the glass.

He waves her in, putting a fake smile on. “Hey there Keeley! Get to see ya twice in one morning. What’s the occasion?”

She smiles, “Hi Ted. Hi Beard,” Beard nods, picking up his book again, “Sooo...are you ready to admit how much you have a crush on her?”

Beard coughs, dropping his book, and Ted’s eyes widen. “Keeley, what are you goin’ on about?”

“Ted,” she moves to perch on his desk, facing him, “We all know you’re into her. Come on. Are you seriously going to let her go on this date?”

“Well hey, she is a strong independent woman who can make her own choices. She doesn’t need my permission for anything. In fact I—”

“Ted!” Keeley cuts him off mid speech, “You know exactly what I mean. Are you going to let her get away?”

“Keeley,” he says, finally caving to her accusation, “What would she want with me? I’m old, I’ve got a kid, she’s too good for me.”

“Ted she’s really into you.” Keeley looks at him dead in the eye.

“Oh come on now,” He’s stunned.

“Yes, you knob head. Why do you think she’s on Bantr? She wants to get someone to take her out, with the hopes it’ll motivate you.”

Ted is floored. His jaw hangs open and he needs a few moments to collect himself.

“Now here’s the deal.” Keeley says, “She’s in her office now. She’s leaving in 15 for a lunch date. You have between now and then to stop her.” Keeley pats him on the shoulder and saunters out.

Looking at Beard, Ted raises an eyebrow. “Better get moving, Coach,” Beard says, motioning to the door.

Ted nods, standing abruptly and speed walking out the door.

Back in your office, you sigh, scheduling email sends and mapping out new campaigns for the upcoming games.

Suddenly, your office door is thrown open, causing you to jump.

“Ted, what can I—”

“Don’t go on the date.” He says, then looks immediately embarrassed.

“What?” You ask shaking your head. Had Keeley actually come through on this?

He closes your office door and moves to stand in front of your desk.

“Please don’t go on this date. I know you don’t owe me anything, and I know I’m a coward who can’t work up the courage. But the thought of you smilin’ at someone else, laughing at their jokes, it just,” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, “It makes me crazy.”

You’re sitting there, looking at him, too shocked to say anything.

“Listen, I just, I wanna tell you that I really wanna take you out. Get to know ya more than just,” he motions between himself and your desk, “Dropping off biscuits and makin’ small talk.”

You nod, still looking at him in shock.

“And I know I’m older than you are, and I know I have my fair share of baggage but, I don’t even know where I’m going with this,” He pacing now.

“Hey Ted,” you try to interrupt.

“Beard told me I was jealous. And I guess...yeah I guess I was jealous of whoever this guy is.”

“Ted,” You stand now, walking toward him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

He stops pacing, and looks up at you.

“Shut up.” You whisper. He nods, looking into your eyes. “I’ve been waiting this entire time for you to say that.”

Ted’s eyebrows raise.

“And what I want right now,” You continue, running your hand from his shoulder to his chest, “Is for you to just shut up and kiss me.”

“Well hell, I can do that,” he smiles, leaning in and bringing his lips to yours.

What started as a soft kiss, grows more and more urgent as months of unresolved tension rises to the surface. You grab onto his Richmond sweater and pull him impossibly closer. His tongue slips into your mouth and you nearly die as you hear the hottest moan slip from his mouth.

Placing you on your desk he moves to stand between your parted legs, your dress riding up and his hands coming to grab at your thighs.

“Hey,” he pulls away, kissing your forehead.

You catch your breath staring up at him. You’re so happy, relieved, and seriously turned on.

“As much as I’d like to keep this goin’,” he motions between the two of you, “What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t take you to lunch first?”

You laugh, kissing him softly. “Fair point, let’s get some lunch.”

He smiles back, helping you up to stand.

Heading out of your office he pauses, “Say, shouldn’t you tell your date you won’t be making it?”

You smirk reaching for his hand, “What date?”

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso x oc #ted lasso x you #ted lasso

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