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”YOU SEND ME RIGHT TO HEAVEN”

i. PAIRING — Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

ii. SYNOPSIS — Fresh out of police academy, Leon heads back to his hometown to crash with his best friend before he has to move to Raccoon City. The only problem is, you’re there too — his best friend’s sibling. He has been harboring feelings for you for years, so being under the same roof as you rekindles some emotions he wasn’t able to bury. You were in a similar position.

iii. CONTENT — MDNI, 18+, mutual feelings + confessions, fluff, kissing, making out, brief mentions of masturbation, blowjob (Leon receiving), lube, fingering (reader receiving), penetrative sex, protection, consent checks, aftercare, you just graduated college (so around same age as him), banter, he’s like the boy next door, late night car ride, he’s kinda cliche and throws a rock at your window, no mention of parents, I tried to make this more dialogue heavy woo, in Grammarly I trust, let there be no typos

iv. WC — 8.6k

Leon drummed his fingers against the leather fabric of his steering wheel, humming along to the song playing in his car. He was excited, parked outside of his old high school’s friend house — which by extension, was your house too.

He was fresh out of police academy, a soon-to-be rookie at the Raccoon City Department. He packed some bags with enough of his belongings and drove back to his hometown, wanting to spend some time with his good and most trusted pal before he settled down in a new city and focused on his work.

He took his keys off the ignition, got off, and got his bags. His hands were full when he walked up to the front door, so he rang the doorbell with his elbow. For some reason, he felt a tad bit nervous. He’d seen your brother maybe over six months ago, but he hadn’t been inside the place in a while, maybe a few years.

When the door began to open, he was almost ready to say your brother’s name. Instead, he was greeted with a special someone he hadn’t expected to see. You.

Leon nearly dropped his bags. He hadn’t seen you in a couple of years because you decided to dorm at a university. Right. Yes. You must’ve graduated by now.

“Leon?”

God, your voice almost made his jaw slacken. He loved hearing his name come out of your lips.

He didn’t even get a chance to respond — managing to keep his ground when you stepped out to hug him. “It’s so good to see you! It’s been what, like two years already?”

“Woah — yeah, yeah…something like that. It’s really good to see you too.”

You made his heartbeat spike. Your arms around him, the way you leaned against him. Granted, he was standing somewhat stiffly because he was holding his bags. But…he couldn’t resist you — he let them drop onto the patio floor with a couple of thumps before he wrapped his arms around you. He tried to do so in the most platonic way possible, fearing he’d see the light if your brother happened to join the scene.

Leon had a thing for you. Always had. Always will.

He was too scared to do a damn thing about it, in his eyes, you were simply off limits. Like a forbidden fruit, a temptation that couldn’t be indulged in without some sacrifice.

He let his arms linger back to his sides when you pulled away, and he sucked in a breath.

“Come on in,” you flashed him that gleaming smile of yours as you reached for one of his bags to help him out. “My brother’s upstairs cleaning up his room. He said he’s setting up a bed for you…I think.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t let me take the couch. Said he wanted me to be his roommate, so it’ll be just like old times.”

Leon was hit with a wave of nostalgia as he took a look at the interior, it looked exactly like he remembered. Not much had changed, aside from the addition of some photos, a wall-mount TV instead of a TV stand, and other small details here and there.

“You’ve changed a lot. In a good way.” You spoke up.

“Have I?”

“Yeah, I mean, just look at you.”

He looked down at himself. Shirt. Jacket. Shoes. A similar style as before. And he knew his hair wasn’t any different. What were you getting at?

He then looked back at you.

Oh.

Your eyes were practically glued to his arms. Have you always blatantly checked him out like this? Suddenly, he felt a wave of heat wash over him. The worst part is, you seemed genuinely curious — not like you were ogling him, but as if asking: Wow? Where’d those guns come from?

“It was all the drills at the police academy.” He knew that you knew that, which led him to believe that the point of your observation was to subtly compliment him. “The amount of training was pretty brutal, but I’m ready for the job.”

“I’m sure you are. I heard you graduated at the top ten percent of your class, that’s pretty cool!” You were being genuine, he could hear it in your voice since it went to a slightly higher-pitched tone.

The playful nudge you gave his shoulder made the ends of his eyes crinkle, he loved it when you did that — it reminded him of how things were back then when he visited often, the way you’d nudge him or even ruffle his hair whenever you were happy or excited over his accomplishments. It made him feel seen.

“It was nothing,” he was humble, as usual. “It has just always been my dream.”

“I know…I’m really proud of you, Leon.”

The way you attached his name to the praise just made it sound all the more personal, the tips of his ears felt like they were burning. He bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck. “Uh thanks, I really appreciate that. It means a lot coming from you.”

Leon had always been a complete sweetheart with you. He was the epitome of ‘the boy next door’. He had fond memories of trying to muster up the courage to ask you to be his Valentine’s during high school — the two of you attended the same one and were a year off from one another, so he saw you around. Again though, he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with your brother…so he never asked.

He thought about driving over to your house and throwing a pebble at your window to get your attention, and he’d be holding a bouquet in his hands. Just a daydream, but a fun one to look back on nevertheless. He always gave you presents on your birthday and Christmas, nothing too grand so he wouldn’t get your brother suspicious, but just enough so he could see you light up as you unwrapped the gift.

“Are those your graduation photos?” He took notice of some polaroids splayed out on the coffee table, ones with you with a cap and gown.

“Yeah, feel free to look at them.”

Leon wished he could’ve watched you walk the stage. Yeah, he attended your high school one, but he would’ve liked to see the college one too. Maybe he’d ask if any of your family or friends took a video later. There was a goofy grin on his face the entire time he looked through them.

He was so absorbed that he didn’t even hear the footsteps down the stairs, nor the chuckle you let out before your brother playfully pulled him into a chokehold.

“Dude, really? How are you going to be part of the force like this?”

Leon swatted your brother away with a roll of eyes, all out of love of course — he easily maneuvered out of the half-assed chokehold. “Cut me some slack, I was a little distracted.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the problem. Don’t you have to be attentive and shit?”

That right there was your sign to leave — your brother was really close with Leon, and you wanted to give them time to catch up. After all, you’d probably be bumping into Leon a lot since he was going to be staying for a couple of days.

Leon hated the way his eyes trailed over to your form as you made your way upstairs. He’s supposed to be paying attention to your brother, so why were you clouding his thoughts? With a very small physical shake of head, he redirected his attention to your brother, nodding along as he listened in to his chit-chatter and caught up with everything that had happened in his hometown.

But in the back of his mind, he knew he was screwed.

You wanted to bury your face against your pillow and scream. How were you supposed to act now that your high school crush was here? Your brother’s best friend. The one you had always dreamed of dating. That was a long time ago. But even in college, you always longed to see him again — to grab lunch and coffee with him and then show him around your campus with your hand in his.

Leon popped into your head whenever you dipped your hand underneath your waistband to relieve your urges. Your stomach bubbled with craving when you felt pent up late at night, even if you tried to think of someone else, Leon was always in your mind whenever you came and muffled your noises into your pillow.

No amount of people you saw in college even came close to Leon.

He had gotten so much stronger. When he hugged you earlier…you could feel his bulging biceps and noticed how much broader his shoulders were. You were sure his pecs were in solid condition too, it made you want to bury your head between them. He had always been fit, but you knew damn well you’d see a six-pack if he took off his shirt.

So for his sweet self to be just a walking distance away was pretty overwhelming. You could handle a day, maybe even two, but as far as you know, he was going to be staying longer. Not as long as a week, but still enough to have you worrying.

It had been four hours since he arrived. You could faintly hear some laughter. That wasn’t a surprise though, your brother’s room was just across the hall from yours.

That's it. No more. You were going insane.

You got up and played some music, not too loud, just enough to drown the other sounds out. It was dark outside now, you opened up the window to let some of the breeze in to ventilate your room.

It was going just fine until you fast-forward to half an hour later.

A familiar set of knocks distracts you from your worries. Wait, never mind. The one behind the knocks was the cause of your worries.

You lowered the volume of your music a bit and took a very quick look in the mirror to make sure you looked okay before opening the door.

Leon leaned against your door frame, just casually — like he didn’t know just how pretty he looked right now. In his defense, you knew he probably didn’t. He had always been a little dense about all that.

“Hey.”

“...Hey.”

His awkwardness was a part of his charm.

“Does my brother need something or?”

“Oh, no. Uh, one of his coworkers called him and I felt a bit neglected, so here I am.”

Don’t you know it? If you had a penny for the amount of times your brother had paced around the entire house getting into a heated conversation over work gossip, you’d have enough to pay off your student debt.

“Trust me, those phone calls can last hours.” You walked back to sink into your bed with a contended grunt, making a hand gesture for him to come in.

Why would you do that? Being in a closed space with him wasn’t a good idea considering all the thoughts spinning in your head.

Leon had never really entered your room, at least not for over a couple of minutes. He didn’t know where to sit despite there being many surfaces: the window seat, your desk chair, the floor, the beanbag you had, your bed, no — out of the question.

“Don’t be so stiff,” you teased, finding the way he looked a bit out of place a little cute. “Sit anywhere you like.”

He laughed before heading over to the window seat. “Just don’t want to be intrusive.”

“You? As if.”

Leon took an in-depth look around — posters of shows and bands, little collections of trinkets, old textbooks, scattered papers on your desk, diplomas and awards plastered on your wall, stickers on the cover of your laptop, a corner with some of your hobbies, a counter with your personal products. It seemed so…you. So naturally, he liked it. It was cozy.

And God, it smelled like you too. It made him dizzy. In a way, it was comforting, like the scent he’d get whenever you passed by him or when the two of you briefly hugged. Though at the same time, his mind was also pulled toward a more inappropriate direction. He’d be able to drown in your scent if you let him bury his face against the crook of your neck so he could nip at your skin and make you a purring mess in his arms.

The idea of being so physically close to you to the point your fragrance and scent rubbed off on his clothes afterward? Now that had his blood rushing straight to the gutter.

You felt nervous, aware of his moving eyes — you were glad the attention wasn’t directly on you, you tried to continue casually scrolling on your phone despite the way your heart was hammering.

“Better than my brother’s room?”

“Mm, I don’t know about that.”

“Pftt, you’re just biased.”

He didn’t have a rebuttal for that, merely shrugging as his eyes continued their exploration. Eventually, he caught sight of something familiar sitting on top of your nightstand — a set of headphones he had gifted you. He always knew how much you loved music, so he had gotten that for you a long time ago.

“You still have those?”

“Hm?” You followed his gaze, and your lips tugged into a smile as you reached over to dangle them in the air for him to see more properly. “Duh! Actually…they stopped working a couple of months back, but they lasted me a pretty long time.”

With the ice broken, Leon felt more comfortable. He went over to sit down on your bed. He wasn’t questionably close to you, but he was manspreading so his knee nearly grazed against yours.

“Is there any use in keeping a pair of broken headphones around?”

“Uh, yes.” You said matter-of-factly as you now clutched them close to your chest, looking at them almost sentimentally. “I cherish everything that you’ve given me. These bad boys aren’t seeing a trash can anytime soon.”

Cute. Cute…Cute.

“You sure you aren’t just a hoarder?”

“Rude.”

“Just a question.”

“Yeah, a rude one.”

“You’re not denying it.”

“Whatever.”

You were killing him. Leon felt his self-restraint diminish by the second. He could mess up so easily. He wanted to confess. To kiss you. Hold your hand. Plant his lips against your forehead. Rest his head against your lap and melt as you play with his hair.

He could do it, assuming you returned his feelings. He was moving to Raccoon City soon, it’s better to not have any regrets, right? He loves your brother, but at this point screw him. Leon has been pining for you for years.

He was incredibly tempted, hanging on a thin string. But he had to know one thing first. “So, are you dating anyone? There must’ve been plenty of candidates in college.”

“Nah, I dated here and there but…nothing lasted long. It’s weird, everyone was focused on something different, so nothing ever worked out.” Because none of them were him.

“What about you?”

“No one.” He replied.

Great, you were both single.

Silence. Again. This time with occasional fleeting eye contact. Leon twiddled his thumbs, his hands resting on his lap.

You purposely shifted closer to him, enough for your thigh to press up against his a little. Wow. He hadn’t expected to feel a jolt of electricity from that.

He looked over at you more clearly this time, his eyes searched yours.

You were losing your shit, drawn to his baby blue eyes. With your nearby lamp turned on, you could see the way his cheeks progressively turned rosy. Your eyes flickered to his lips. They looked soft, as if he put lip balm on consistently. Would they feel like a pillow?

He felt like he was burning, and he nervously tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You know, I’ve always found you cute.” You were the one to break the silence.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why?”

“Your brother would kill me. Take it back.”

“My brother would kill you for something I said?” You scoffed. “You’re funny.”

“You know what I meant.”

You did.

But it hurt a little. Would Leon really hold back on his feelings all because of your brother? As far as you were concerned, your brother had never told you to not go after Leon. And if that was some sort of unspoken rule…then too bad.

Leon knew you had him wrapped around your finger, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Come on, Kennedy. You’re telling me you’ve never thought about this?”

“Well, yeah…But—“

“Just one kiss, please, Leon?”

You just had to say his name, didn’t you?

One kiss. Only one. Yeah, he could work with that. No hand holding or waist holding. Just a kiss, how bad could it be?

“Just one.” He agreed, his voice a whisper.

Leon leaned in, stopping just moments before his lips touched yours. He was nervous. If he was granted even a piece of heaven, surely he’d end up craving more. But he would deal with it. He caved.

His lips gently met yours. God, your lips felt plush. It was a simple one, ending as soon as it began. But of course, it wasn’t going to end there. The two of you were already in each other’s space. The short peck wasn’t enough.

“So, two?”

“Yeah.” You placed your hand on the side of his upper neck and caressed his cheek with your thumb.

“God…” Leon folded, leaning in once more with a suave and much longer kiss this time. His body pressed against yours a little, his body heat mixing with yours.

Just a few minutes passed, and the two of you were making out — slowly and sensually. Your tongues naturally clashed against one another, no rush or doubt, just instinct. Leon tasted good, like spearmint.

“I’ve always had a thing for you,” Leon murmured the confession out in between kisses. He didn’t want you to think he was kissing you just for the hell of it, or for mere physical attraction. You were important to him, the person who harbored his thoughts for the past years of his life.

Honestly, if you weren’t underneath him like this, you might’ve reacted more incredulously. But he was kissing you so intimately, you weren’t surprised. Even so, his sincerity was sweet.

“For how long?”

Another kiss — A pause.

“Since the day your brother introduced us.” Another one. “Six years now.”

You smiled into the kiss, and it prompted him to do so as well. But eventually, you leaned back to look at him. “For the record, I’ve always liked you too. You never made a move on me though, so I thought maybe you didn’t see me that way.”

“Please. I’ve always been crazy over you.”

“Good, that’s how I like my men. Now c’mere…”

With that, the two of you continued kissing. You could scream into your pillow later once you had the chance to process the fact the man of your dreams had just confessed to you. For now though…his taste was pretty damn distracting.

What drove Leon crazy was whenever he managed to hear some quiet noises escape from you: a discreet moan into his mouth, a gasp when he snaked his hand up and down your side, an exhale when he pulled away to kiss the corner of your lips and catch his breath. He hoped you didn’t feel the way he was beginning to get a little hard, not a full-blown boner, but…you got him riled up fairly easily.

Your fingers were threading through his hair, unintentionally ruffling it up. And you figured something out fairly soon — a gentle tug on his hair made him breathless. He liked it.

The music still softly playing in your room kept the sounds of your lips smacking and occasional chatter hidden, but eventually, your mind drifted to the reason why Leon had come into your room in the first place.

“Okay, okay.” You laughed quietly, pressing your palms flat against Leon’s chest and keeping him at a distance. “I think that’s enough…my brother’s probably done with his call by now. He probably just thinks you’re in the bathroom or something.”

Leon’s breathing was a bit heavy, his lips felt all tingly from the amount of time that they had been against yours. “I forgot about that…yeah, I should get going.”

He sat up, licking his lips as if to get more of your remaining taste. He was glad you guys had stopped there, otherwise, there’d be a bulge straining against his pants — which would be pretty damn awkward.

“You’re dangerous, y’know that?” Leon sounded amused. He stood up and went over to your mirror to fix his hair up and make himself look as if he had not just been kissing his best friend’s sibling.

“What are you gonna do about it? Handcuff me?”

“I’m not officially on the job…but I might just have to.”

“Yeah, yeah. You can talk to me about the law some other time.”

Two days had passed since then. Leon hadn’t had many opportunities to interact with you since your brother kept taking him out of the house to stroll around the town and reminisce on memories. Even amidst a trip down memory lane, Leon couldn’t get you off his mind. The kissing, the confession, there has to be more to the story the two of you have developed.

He couldn’t sleep all night, lying on the makeshift bed your brother had prepared for him. He tossed and turned, knowing you were just down the hallway was testing his self-restraint.

The good news? Your brother was a heavy sleeper. We’re talking…he wouldn’t wake up without many nearby alarms or without a bucket of water being poured onto him.

Leon shuffled out of his makeshift bed, threw some clothes on, grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, headed downstairs, and then made his way outside, cringing a little at the loud creak of the door. He was going to get some fresh air and go on a drive around the neighborhood, he needed to clear his head.

Walking towards his car, he looked up at the house and noticed that one room was still all lit up even in the dead of midnight. Yours. Maybe you couldn’t fall asleep either, thinking about what happened.

He shouldn’t be thinking about throwing a small pebble at your window, but he couldn’t help it. There was a lot unsaid between the two of you. So…he threw a pebble.

With a huff, you got out of your bed to investigate what had dragged your attention from your phone. It wasn’t rare for you to hear a noise outside, but to have such a distinct sound against your window? You just wanted to be safe.

Leon saw you brush your curtain to the side, looking around before peering at him.

He felt small for some reason and motioned for you to come over, he didn’t want to yell in the middle of the quiet neighborhood. Leon leaned against the side of his car as he waited for you.

His hands felt clammy.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” You asked. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Yeah, I needed some fresh air. Wanna go for a drive around the neighborhood?”

“You don’t even need to ask…I can finally call shotgun.”

Leon snorted at that. He had a car during high school and would occasionally give you and your brother rides, but your brother always called shotgun (obviously, since they were best friends), so you were always stuck sitting in the back and listening in to their conversations.

“Yeah, yeah.” He unlocked his car before opening the passenger seat door for you. “In you go.”

“Thanks.”

You put your seatbelt on and then looked around his car as he got in and turned on the ignition, waiting for the car to warm up.

“So,” Leon began, looking over at you with a coy smile. “About the other night…”

God, you had been dying to talk about it. In all honesty, you were internally a little bit upset that your brother had been dragging Leon out of the house, even if that was reasonable considering their friendship. But you knew that what happened wasn’t just a one-time thing, it couldn’t be, and you wouldn’t let it.

“Yeah, uh—” You met his gaze. “ I know you’re worried because of my brother and everything but I really like you, Leon. He cares about you, and he trusts you. I don’t…I don’t think he’d be upset if we ended up together.”

“Are you sure? I really like you too, I just don’t want to ruin anything.”

“Are you kidding? He’d probably be hyped about you being his future brother-in-law.”

“Already thinking about marriage, huh?”

“I—no…shut up.”

With a roll of eyes and a grin, Leon turned his attention to reversing out of the driveway since the car was all ready to go. Yeah, he looked really damn attractive while doing that, you couldn’t resist from looking at his arms. There wasn’t anything interesting to look at outside the windows anyway, you had walked and driven by all these houses practically every day.

“So, what made you like me?”

Leon hummed in thought after you asked him that, he kept his eyes on the road, trying to find a way to sum it all up.

“Well, I remember meeting you for the first time. You were breathtaking and held yourself so well, and I was just kinda standing there not knowing what to say. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, and I remember thinking to myself: no one else has ever made me feel this way after a first impression, you must be the one. It was complicated though, I thought you were off limits, you know…that’s just friend code. And the more and more I came over, the more I fell for you. Everything about you. I just…I dunno. I like you.”

That was his short explanation, he could go ramble for hours about why he liked you, about all the little things you do and say that make him feel like a lovestruck fool.

“The feeling’s mutual…I’ve always wanted to be with you. Like, I can actually be myself and not have to force any conversation. It’s all so natural. I really missed you throughout college.”

Leon was smiling, pearly whites showing as he continued driving.

“We could’ve been high school sweethearts. Y’know…you’re the reason all my relationships failed.” You joked, though, it wasn’t far off from the truth.

“You’re seriously gonna blame me for that?”

“Yeah, you raised my standards way too much.”

“Not my fault.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Not.”

“Is.”

“Not.”

“Is.”

“...”

Leon knew that he would never get the final word, not when it came to you. He gave you the win.

The two of you must’ve driven around for a little over half an hour before Leon parked back onto your driveway.

“Actually, there’s something else on my mind.” You told him, taking in a breath before voicing your thoughts. “You’re moving in what…like a week? So, what does that mean for us?”

If there was one thing Leon was certain about, it was that he wasn’t letting you go. No, he’d gone six long years just pining over you and not making any moves, he’d figure something out.

“We’ll make it work.”

“But you’re going to be busy. I know how important your career is to you, what if I distract you and screw something up.”

He loved that about you, you were so damn considerate.

“Not gonna happen.” He retorted, turning off his ignition before getting out of the car — going over to your side to open it for you.

He walked side by side with you to the front door, and you were still quietly yammering about how worried you were.

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he turned to face you, he cupped his hands around your face. The caring look in his eyes could cure millions. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

With that, he gently kissed you, making all your worries fade instantly. You smiled and then kissed him again, tugging on the collar of his shirt to pull him closer. When you pulled back, you laughed a little before asking:

“My room?”

“Yeah.”

The minute the two of you were inside your bedroom with the door locked, you took the initiative and pushed him onto your bed. God, you adored the way his eyes fixated on you, the way his hand reached out to squeeze your hips as you got settled on top of him and captured his lips into a kiss.

A familiar makeout session, just like last time. The two of you lost track of time. But it was different this time: more steamy, a little more fast-paced — especially with the way Leon was practically squeezing all your curves, unlike last time.

“Mm.” He moaned softly, relishing the taste of your lips. His hand slid down to your ass, kneading the flesh as his breathing grew heavier. He was hard, whimpering every single time he got any friction down there.

He let his lips trail down to your neck, squeezing you a little harder when he heard you gasp.

You just about melted, your hand instinctively going to the back of his head to keep him close — the way his teeth occasionally nipped the sensitive skin was heavenly, it made you shudder and tug on his hair.

Leon was careful to not bruise your skin, just wanting to make you feel good like you made him feel.

“Oh shit, wait.” You got off him for a second, taking a quick moment to turn on some of your music. Not so loud that it would disturb anyone, but just enough to cover up your noises. “Okay…all done.”

You then repositioned yourself again. It was getting hot in the room, your hands reached down to tug your shirt off, no use for it anymore.

Leon swallowed thickly, his eyes roaming across your torso and taking every single feature in. He couldn’t resist from letting his hand wander across your bare skin, watching as goosebumps formed from his mere touch.

“You’re…” He whispered out, looking back into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” You said in return, a grin forming on your face. You reached your hands underneath his shirt. “Can I take yours off?”

Leon nodded mindlessly, he’d let you do just about anything to him. He was getting hot under the collar. He helped you out as you took his shirt off.

You felt a tingle shoot straight down when you saw his body. Pretty. He was pretty. You pressed your hands against his pecs before sliding them down tortuously slow to his abs. Rock hard.

“You’re so muscular now,” you let your fingers trace the lines of his abs.

“Yeah.” Leon’s voice sounded a bit strained. “Police academy will do that to you.”

“I bet.” You leaned down to kiss his torso, littering kisses all over his chest, smiling against his skin whenever you caught onto the subtle incoherent mumbles of encouragement he was voicing out.

“You know what I think?”

“Hm?”

“I think…” you trailed off, your lips reaching his stomach and your hand brushing across the tent that had formed in his pants. “You need some attention down here.”

“Mm…I think you’re right. But uh, are you sure?”

Leon was a bit worried you felt pressured into this. Yeah, it would be great to go further than kissing, but he wanted you to be completely comfortable with it.

“Yeah, I want to make you feel good, if that’s okay with you.”

“It is.”

“Okay, let’s use the traffic light system, yeah?”

“Sounds good.”

Leon was breathing heavily, eyes already lidded as he watched you pull down his fly and his jeans.

Your mouth watered, you had thought about this so many times that it was almost embarrassing. You kissed along his bulge, right through the fabric. You could’ve sworn you felt it twitch a little too.

“You’re pretty excited, I haven’t even done much.”

“Oh come on, you already know you drive me insane.”

You laughed and then tugged his boxers down.

Leon hissed, his cock now exposed to your eyes. He thought about this so many times when he tugged one out, but he never imagined he would have felt a little bit self-conscious. Like, what if you thought it was ugly or something?

Quite the contrary. You adored everything about him,

“Light?”

“Green.”

You planted a kiss against his tip, a gesture that made him chuckle breathlessly.

“Seriously?”

“What? I can’t kiss it?”

“No no, you can.”

You continued placing kisses across the length of his cock, all the way down to his balls. Leon groaned, the tips of his ears started to flush. Never in his life did he think he’d get such treatment from you.

“Now you’re just being a tease.”

You could tell he was desperate by the tone of his voice. “There’s a thing called patience, maybe you should learn it.”

He was going to counter your words, but all that left his mouth was a pitiful gasp when you started licking him. The sound went straight to the spot between your legs, you really wanted to palm yourself.

“Better?”

“Yeah…that feels really good.” He placed his hand on the back of your head, practically petting you as you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock. He tilted his head back, jaw slackened as he took shaky and shallow breaths.

His stomach tightened up when you reached the tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive area before finally sucking him off.

“Oh — Jesus.” He’s so sensitive, not used to having such a pretty pair of lips wrapped around his cock. In an attempt to quiet himself down, he chewed on his bottom lip, but the poor guy couldn’t contain the muffled noises that spilled instead.

You were eager to please, using a hand to stroke the base of his cock and taking the rest into your mouth. The combination had him purring, his head spinning with pure want and affection for you.

His hips involuntarily bucked, catching you off guard as his tip hit the back of your throat. His free hand bunched up the fabric of your bedsheets, he couldn’t think straight, not when you were between his legs like this.

Leon hadn’t felt this way in a while, it was overwhelming. And he could feel his abdomen growing warm. Just a little over a minute and he was already close — this was much better than all his fantasies.

“Wait…I’m almost there.“ He settled his hands on your shoulders. He made the mistake of looking down, the way you were peering at him through your lashes would drive any man insane.

Leon feebly tried to push you away. It’s not because he doesn’t want you to continue, no, he’d say the safe word if that was the case. But the idea of his cum filling your mouth…well, it made him feel a little embarrassed.

You were relentless though, taking him so well in your mouth. You were drooling by now, but that did nothing to stop you, not when you were enamored by the way Leon’s thighs were shaking. You had never been so turned on.

The moment your hand fondled his balls though, he was a goner.

“I’m—” Leon couldn’t finish his sentence, hips bucking against you and stilling as he came in your mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip harshly to not let out a window-shattering moan.

You swallowed it all, pulling away to catch your breath and lap at his cock to take any leftovers. Leon was panting at this point, trying to recover from the orgasm you had given him.

“You must have a pretty good diet.” You really had the audacity to say that when Leon was still completely fucked out, barely even registering what you were saying.

“Uh…what—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

His cheeks were burning at what you implied: he tasted good.

Leon pawed at you, tugging you up so he could eagerly kiss you. It was sloppy and uncoordinated because of how dazed he was, but you couldn’t care less.

“You did so well,” he praised you, trying to make up for the way you rendered him speechless while sucking him off. “Better than I dreamed of.”

“Trying to flatter me, are you?”

“Oh, c’mon.” He scoffed.

He switched the positions, putting your back on the mattress and settling his hips between your thighs. He was more than ready to make you feel good too.

His hand traveled all over you, across your chest and hardened nipples, across the side of your ribs, squeezed your waist, went down to grab your ass, and then returned to your waistband, fingers tugging at your waistband.

“Can I?”

“Yeah.”

After you lifted your hips to help him take your pants and underwear off, you reached over to open the top drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom.

Leon was relieved you were prepared, because he certainly hadn’t packed any of that for his visit, he didn’t think this would happen.

“Here, let me…” He reached for the bottle.

He put some lube on his middle and index fingers before reaching his hand back between your legs, teasing your hole a bit before very slowly sinking them in. You inhaled sharply at the coldness of it, letting out that same breath in the form of a moan.

“Is this okay?” Leon asked you, eyes watching your facial reactions to make sure the motion of his fingers weren’t causing you any discomfort. He was a little insecure of them, his training had roughened them up a bit.

“Mhm. Keep going.”

He did just that, continuing to dip them in until you eased up and they fit inside nice and snug.

He looked back down, letting out a quiet ‘oh fuck’ when you started bucking your hips up to meet his touch. God, he was so horny even after his climax, his cock beginning to harden up again.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he muttered, fingering you at a gentle pace, he swallowed the saliva that built up in his mouth at the thought of being inside you.

“I can, I think we’re made for each other.”

The way you managed a smile while letting out the prettiest noises stirred up many emotions in him. He liked the vulnerability of this moment, just two people who liked each other being intimate and connecting.

“Well, I do too. Just…I dunno.” He fell silent, his gaze returning to your face and watching as it contorted into one of pleasure when he angled and curled his fingers just right.

“Right there?”

You nodded, reaching your hand down to hover it over the one he was using. “Yeah. Fuck…just like that.”

The wet sounds of his slick fingers sliding in and out of you were driving him insane, and a string of curse words left his lips. “You sound so good.”

Each flick of his wrist had you squirming around, your bed sheets wrinkling and getting all messed up. Some of the lube spilled down your thighs, you’d need to wash your sheets after this.

Leon kept going until you came, feeling his cock come fully to life at the way you moaned and spilled his name.

“Leon…” Your fingers dug into his forearms, feeling his muscles flex as he coaxed you through your orgasm. His eyes were glued to your face, biting his lip at the way your pretty eyes rolled back. He pulled his fingers out when your legs closed together in response to the overwhelming presence.

“Holy shit,” you sighed when you regained your senses, eyes fluttering open to meet his.

His lips tugged into a smile, he looked pretty proud of himself. “Felt good?”

“Better than good, but…”

“But?”

“I want more.”

“More as in…?”

Could he be more dense?

“I want you inside me.”

“Oh. Right.”

His cheeks turned red, well, redder than they already were. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “Do you wanna be on top or?”

You gave it some thought, reaching over for the unopened condom — there was time for both, but to start, you wanted to ride him.

“I’ll be on top.”

With the repositions all done, you straddled his hips, tearing open the condom packet. Your heart was hammering like crazy, one of your dreams was about to come true. It wasn’t just about sexual pleasure, this was the man you had liked for literal years.

Leon noticed that you seemed to be pensive while putting the condom on him. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing about the flesh.

“What are you thinking about? Talk to me.”

His caring voice pulled you from your thoughts, you shook your head and smiled.

“Just about how long I’ve wanted this. You know, being with you. I’m really happy.”

God, he adored you. “Me too.”

You aligned yourself with his cock, “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

You curled your fingers around the base of his cock to keep it stable before slowly sinking onto him. You felt the air escape from your lungs. Your jaw slackened and you let out a silent moan until you took all of him in.

“You’re going to be the death of me…” Leon gritted out. “Fuck, I didn’t think it would feel this good. You okay?”

You nodded, feeling full, the curve of your ass was against his balls. “Yeah, I think the foreplay really helped. I’m gonna start moving now.”

You put your hands against his chest and began riding him. Leon groaned in pleasure, his hands kneading your ass and helping you roll your hips. He felt bad that his fingers were digging into your skin but he couldn’t help it.

“Ah…Leon.”

Your mewls made his cock twitch inside you, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

He looked so pretty underneath you — his hair splayed out, a thin layer of sweat over his muscular torso, the baby blue part of his eyes almost covered now by his dilated pupils. So pretty.

Leon couldn’t take his eyes off you, not even if they threatened to shut from the way you were working him. No, they were all over you — watching the way your eyebrows were furrowed, the heave of your chest from your inconsistent breathing, how your eyes seemed glossy whenever they met his.

He reached his hand over to your chest, fingers gently pulling at one of your nipples. God, you rutted against him a bit faster at that, making him hiss and trash his head against your pillows. “Jesus…”

“Come on, say my name instead. I’m tired of hearing his.”

He laughed at that, wondering how you could even think of that at this moment. Because personally? He couldn’t come up with any banter, not with the way you were on top of him, turning a fantasy of his into a reality.

“Mm, just like that…it’s yours, all yours. I’m yours.”

Did he know how hot that was? You practically groaned just by hearing him say that. Leon thrust up to meet your hips, not missing the hiccup of your breath or the way your body almost gave out from the abrupt movement.

Honestly…having you underneath him didn’t sound all that bad right now. “Wanna switch?”

You paused your movements and nodded, happy that he asked — being on top was pretty tiring, and you knew he had the strength for it. You pulled yourself off his cock, you weren’t all that sure what he had in mind but you were eager nonetheless.

“Go for it.”

“Okay, just…” He gently maneuvered you to your back with ease. “There.”

“Show me that stamina of yours.”

He rolled his eyes, knowing you were referencing his training. “That’s going to be a little tough with you underneath me.”

He sat back on his knees and stroked himself, his eyes raking your form.

Watching him jerk himself off was hot, you could watch it all night…but, there’s always a next time. Right now? All you wanted was the intimacy of having him inside you again.

Leon bit his lip as he rubbed the head of his cock against your hole, he looked back up at you, he knew there was no way in hell he would last long. But he wasn’t embarrassed over it, he’d been waiting years, it was only natural.

Leon reached to hold one of your hands, keeping his other one on his cock to guide himself in. He took a deep breath, his stomach muscles clenching a little as he managed to get the tip in. “God…I’m definitely not gonna last in this position.”

“You’re not evenfully in yet.” You were breathless though, mind swirling at just the tip. You tried to steady your breathing and relax so he could fit without difficulty.

He laughed at that. “Yeah, yeah.”

A synchronous moan left both of you when he eventually bottomed out against you, taking a moment to get used to the feeling. He leaned down to kiss you, his hair dangling and brushing against your forehead in the process.

He hoisted your ankles over his shoulder and planted his hands beside your head, practically folding your knees to your chest. He didn’t miss the way he got hit with some of your usual fragrance, clearly, you had put some on either the back of your knees or your ankles…he wasn’t sure which one.

“Were you…anticipating this?”

“...What?” You sounded so fucked out and he wanted to laugh.

He chuckled. “Nothing.”

He chose to keep his newfound knowledge to himself for now. He kissed your somewhat sweaty forehead before starting a rhythm with his hips. Your walls were squeezing him, making him a panting mess against the shell of your ear.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling at it whenever one of his thrusts hit deeper than the others.

His hand found your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours. He sighed contentedly at the way you immediately squeezed his hand. He liked this, being close to you.

“Leon…” You moaned his name out, making a jolt of electricity shoot straight through all his nerves. His thrusts got faster, the sound of skin-to-skin contact intermingling with the light music playing in your room.

“Feeling good? Yeah, you’re taking it so well…I’m gonna be thinking about this for months.” He murmured the praise against your skin, kissing your ear before making his way down your neck.

Your reaction was immediate, clenching down on him and gasping, nails digging into his scalp. Hearing such praise come from Leon? God, it drove you insane.

Leon grunted, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your neck like a starved man. He could tell you were close, and he wanted to bring you over the edge of ecstasy — to coax an orgasm out of you before he spilled into his condom.

“I’m close…” you mumbled out, your eyes fluttering shut as you gave into the feeling, Leon was taking the lead, you didn’t have to worry about a single thing.

“I know,” he met your lips for a kiss, grunting and whimpering into your mouth with each snap of his hips. “Me too.”

He kept his pace the same, knowing it was getting you to approach your climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” his words were quiet, a little high pitched too, he could feel you holding his hand so tight that your fingers were leaving indents against the back of it.

“Please,” Leon pleaded. “Come on my cock…I need it.”

Your body started feeling tingly, your back arching and your hips trying to buck against him in pursuit of the feeling. You were right there.

“Leon! Leon…” Your head tipped back into your pillow. “I’m coming.”

He felt you squeeze him, your body trembling and twitching against him as he continued thrusting against you in your moment of bliss. But he didn’t last either, hips stuttering when he came inside the condom, feeling his cock get all warm from it.

“Oh…” Leon let out a guttural groan, followed by some whimpers of your name as he stilled inside you — slumping his body against yours, burying his head against your shoulder, and sloppily kissing the area.

The two of you stayed like that until you recomposed yourselves, your breathing pattern returning to normal. Leon mustered up the strength to prop himself back up, pulling out of you with a with a small whimper.

“Hey,” he whispered, a grin on his face as he kissed your cheek.

“Hey yourself.” You told him back, watching as he got up with a noise of complaint to take off the condom and throw it into the trash can.

“Come back here,” you laughed out, extending your arms for him.

“I am, I just didn’t wanna make a mess on your bed.” He came back over, laying down on his side and pulling you close.

“You already did, doofus.”

You turned to your side too. You could deal with the mess on your bedsheets later.

Leon held you close, slowly running his fingertips along your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kissed the top of your head and stayed like that for a few minutes. Just in each other's arms — letting your bodies calm down after the rush of pleasure and overwhelming emotion.

Leon’s body felt warm to the touch, he would make a really good blanket, a personal heater. You rubbed your hands across his shoulder blades, occasionally letting your nails scratch the skin lightly.

“How are you feeling?” Leon asked, reaching a hand to cup the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone.

“I feel really good,” you murmured, a lazy smile on your face, still feeling a rush of affection for him after the moment ended. “Everything about this feels perfect, I am a little sleepy though. You?”

“Same here.” He returned the sentiment, internally giddy about how everything had unfolded in the last few days. He couldn’t resist kissing you — just a sweet and simple one before pulling back.

“Need anything? A cup of water or something?”

Now that you think about it, your mouth feels kinda dry.

“Maybe a glass of water?”

“Mm,” Leon nodded. “Got it, I’ll be back.”

He kissed your forehead and then got up, putting on his boxers and pants (despite how uncomfortably sticky it felt) and quietly headed downstairs to grab two glasses of water and a small snack too — he knew his way around the house, so it was no big deal.

You wanted his body warmth again, rolling over to the side of the bed that he had been on to feel it once more.

Eventually, you heard the door creak open — revealing Leon, who had a sweet smile on his face as he shut it. He set down a bowl of fruit on your nightstand and then sat on your bed, handing you the glass of water you requested

“Miss me?” You asked, teasingly. You sat up.

“Oh yeah, big time.”

He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He brought his cup of water to his lips, letting out a refreshed sigh after taking some gulps. You had him moaning and panting so much that he was sure his lips would get all chapped.

Leon gently coaxed your legs over his extended ones, caressing them.

“So…” Leon cleared his throat, “I never properly asked.”

“Asked what?”

He had a hopeful look in his eyes, a goofy grin on his face as he asked:

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

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moonlit-imagines · 25 days

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Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: it not too long i so sorry

prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”

“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”

“you can’t remember anything” -nat

“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony

“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve

“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor

“at least im not the only one” -steve

it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot

much much more serious than that

rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun

you name it you forgot it

i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke

“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony

“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you

“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony

“oh ok i forgot” -you

“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision

“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you using the microwave? you dont eat”

“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision

“he’s got you there” -steve

“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out

you walked right back in

“what’d you forget?” -steve

“wallet, phone, keys” -you

tony noticed

“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony

“not sure, just out” -steve

“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony

as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover

“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you

“check your wrist, kid” -nat

“oh, right…okay thanks” -you

“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you

“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony

*clint loudly snickering over comms*

kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out

“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”

you forgot to set a timer

and forgot you were making cookies

the avengers honestly did find it endearing

just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line

but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly

“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony

“i will not” -wanda

“oh well nevermind then” -tony

honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you

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atinystraynstay · 1 month

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In The Woods Somewhere - Kim Mingyu

Synopsis: Going into the woods was not your idea of a vacation. However, Mingyu was determined to change your mind.

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem. reader

WARNING: MINORS DNI

Genre: established relationship, soft smut

Contains: nudity, grinding, begging, exhibitionism (even if you can call it that), unprotected sex (wrap it up, my friends!), pet names (use of daddy), creampie

Word Count: 3.5k

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"Do I need to make a right or left turn?" Mingyu muttered.

His eyes glanced back and forth between the road in front of him and the GPS. You couldn't help but giggle at how adorable looked, even if he looked like a mad man behind the wheel. His eyebrows were scrunched together, his tongue slightly poking out from his lips.

"Honey, would you leave that to me?" "Yes, passenger princess," he said teasingly.

Yet, he still reached over to pull your hand gently to his lips where he placed a lingering kiss on the back of your hand. Even when he was in a playful mood, he never wanted you to doubt it came from a place of endearment.

You squeezed his hand affectionately as your eyes analyzed the GPS mounted on the dashboard.

"Okay, you're going to make a left then follow the dirt road to the cabin." "Aye, aye captain!"

You couldn't help but giggle at his antics. One of the things you adored about Mingyu was his goofy personality. It made life fun, even when you felt like the world around you was crashing down.

That is why Mingyu instantly recommended a getaway, just for the two of you. He, of course, felt his own stressors at work. With deadlines and projects popping up, the time you have as a couple was very limited. If anything, the most you see each other is when you are going to bed. But even then, there is a chance one of you might be asleep before the other gets home.

Some of Mingyu's fondest childhood memories came from the outdoors. His father created fond memories of going out fishing, which Mingyu aspired to do with his future children. He also loved the moments his friends decided to rent out a cabin and spend a week together. That experience brought all of them closer.

And that was something he wanted to experience with you.

While you loved the effort Mingyu put into the relationship and looked out for your well-being, you were hesitant. Not because this was technically your first trip as a couple. You were excited for that part!

Unlike Mingyu, you never understood the allure of the woods. You were always drawn to city life where things were fast-paced. Being outdoors slowed down reality in ways you weren't sure how to cope with. You also weren't the biggest fans of all the bugs.

Mingyu was still determined to make this the best trip possible.

The two of you had been driving from the city nearly all afternoon. The sun has completely dipped behind the mountain but still painted the sky in dark hues of blue and purple. You could somewhat make out the landscape around you, but it made you more eager to be in the arms of your loving boyfriend as soon as possible.

"I think this is it!" Mingyu proudly announced.

You looked ahead to see the cabin Mingyu rented out for the next several days. It was made out of cherry-colored wood with the railing of the porch painted green. There was a set of stairs that led down to the dock which connected to the river. Mingyu would definitely be intrigued to go down in the morning.

"It looks so cozy. What a great pick, baby."

He smiled wider at your satisfaction. Everything Mingyu did was to satisfy you. You were his everything.

"Come on, we better get inside before it's completely dark. Who knows what lurks out there."

Your eyes widened before you began to scramble out of his car. Mingyu couldn't help but chuckle, but he also felt a bit guilty. This trip was about making memories with you. He didn't want to do anything to risk you not enjoying your time.

Once out of the car, the two of you headed towards the trunk of his vehicle. You were about to retrieve your purple duffle bag, but Mingyu beat you two it before you could even reach forward.

There was rustling beside you which caused you to jump. Mingyu smirked a bit when you moved closer to him. Any sign that you trusted him and needed him boosted his ego. He made sure to put the strap of his own duffle bag over his head so it hung at his side. His left hand held the strap of yours, so his free hand was free for you.

Instead, you wrapped both of your arms around his arm. He leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on your forehead before escorting you inside the cabin.

Luckily, the owner of the cabin texted Mingyu all the directions on how to enter. And by some miracle, he didn't break the smart keypad.

Your shoes found their temporary home by the front of the door. Slowly, you detached yourself from Mingyu to explore the cabin. The front of the cabin was like its own sunroom with a view of the river. You knew you'd appreciate it a bit more in the morning when you can see it clearly with your cup of coffee.

Mingyu had already migrated to setting your belongings in the bedroom. You began to follow, but also at a more leisurely pace. Your eyes bounced around the living room. There was a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall with a couch and two recliners. Eve though you knew you and Mingyu would be cuddling either way and not need as many seating options.

The kitchen was an open floor concept with a generous amount of counter space and a kitchen island. You two had stopped for food on the way to the cabin, so you weren't particularly hungry. A trip to the grocery store was in order which excited.

One of your favorite things to do with Mingyu was to cook. Or mainly to watch him cook. It was one of the qualities of Mingyu you adored. You loved watching his tall stature over the stove. He was really in his element whenever he was in the kitchen. You couldn't help but also stare at the way his arms would flex when doing the simplest of techniques.

You were about to join your boyfriend in the bedroom when a pair of hands stopped you in your tracks. If it was in any other scenario, you might've jumped. However, you could always recognize the loving touch of your beloved.

"How did you know I was about to come find you?"

Your head tilted back so you could look up at Mingyu. He smiled wide when he was able to look into your eyes. Often, Mingyu compared your eyes to two lost gems. He had never seen a color quite like yours which made him want to stare into your eyes all day.

"Lucky guess, pretty girl," he chuckled. His lips pressed against your temple which caused you to flutter your eyes shut at the feeling. It was such a simple, sweet gesture but one that nevertheless got your heart racing. You leaned back into Mingyu's chest where he took the opportunity to wrap his arms fully around you.

"You know, there is one thing I forgot to mention." "Uh oh," you began. "Don't tell me you forgot something or broke something already. We haven't even been here for 5 minutes!"

He wanted to look at you as if he had been hurt. However, he knew his track record of causing chaos whenever he simply looked at something. And there is no way he could be mad at his girl knowing him so well.

"Surprisingly not yet. But there is a hot tub here, wanna go break that in?"

Kim Mingyu is the only person who could convince you to get in a bikini at the beginning of spring. When it was still chilly and where layering your clothing was recommended.

Loving Mingyu was something you thought only existed in films. It was refreshing to be embraced by someone who loves you unconditionally. Even on the busiest days, he came home to be the man you needed. You two balanced each other by both being silly and being there to support one another during the trials of life.

It made you want to leap into his arms while also being there to hold him when he needed you. He was your everything.

And, staring at the man before you, you knew you made the right decision in saying yes to his offer. You had slipped into the bathroom to get out of your clothes. Mingyu went out to set up the hot tub, so it was all warm and ready to welcome you.

He had already slipped into the hot tub. His clothes had become a pile on one of the chairs. His arms rested along the back of the hot tub. Underneath the moon, he glistened. The honey tone of his skin made you salivate, wanting to shower him with your attention and affectionate.

He was all yours.

"What are you waiting for, pretty girl?" He teased you. "Seem a little distracted tonight. Let me come help you."

You bit your lip, unable to stifle the giggle caused by his antics. You were standing on the desk with a white fluffy towel wrapped around your clothes. You had another towel for Mingyu, going to rest it by his clothes for later. You took a step closer so you were by the edge where the deck met the hot tub.

Mingyu had pushed himself off of the edge of the hot tub so he could make his way over to you. The water stopped by his waist, not giving away but also leaving little to the imagination as the water was still a bit clear. He smirked with confidence, knowing you were eyeing him.

His hand extended out to you, so he could help you in the hot tub.

Slowly, you untucked your towel and let it drop onto the wooden deck. You shivered from the chilly air hitting your exposed skin, but also from Mingyu's gaze on you. Your nipples hardened and goosebumps rose on your skin. Mingyu's eyes marveled at you. Underneath the moon, you glowed. He was starstruck. This was always how he looked at you, like it was the first time he got the privilege of seeing you naked. You just kept getting more beautiful every single time. He noticed the pink flush on your cheeks which made his heart race. How could someone be so sexy yet so adorable at the same time.

He helped ease you into the warm water, not wanting you to accidentally slip. He would catch you regardless. You sighed gently as the warm water hit your skin and instantly relaxed your muscles. You were having a hard time remembering when you felt this at peace. There was no impending deadlines, no late night cals with the office. You were just here in the moment with the man you loved the most.

"I love seeing you like this." "Naked?" You laughed. "I mean, yes, I love being the man that you feel comfortable around to be this vulnerable. But I love seeing you content."

Smiling up at Mingyu, you wrapped your arms around his torso. He pulled you fully in his arms as he reclaimed his position in the hot tub. It was like he was sitting on his royal throne with you, his queen, accompanying him.

Once straddled his lap, so your arms could fully wrap around his neck. Your fingers drove through the hair at the back of his head, causing Mingyu's eyes to flutter shut. His hands squeezed your hips appreciatively. His biggest weakness was feeling your touch all over his body. It could be as simple as holding his hand in public to intimate moments like this. Any time he felt you presence, he was reassured this was all real and not some cruel dream.

His thumbs circled your hips, causing you to melt into him. The slight shift in your body caused you to rub against his cock. His breathing hitched gently as he looked down at you, biting you lip. You didn't think much of it until you felt his cock pressing up against your boner, making your crave him even a completely different way.

"Really?" You teased. "Can you blame me?" He rolled his eyes.

You could feel his hands leaving your hips towards your ass. You smiled at the feeling, loving whenever his hands ran all over your body. His hands fully cupped your ass, giving it a light squeeze.

"I am simply just a man with everyone's dream girl. Who is also naked. It's really human nature, baby." "Seems like we should do something about that. Wouldn't want you to perish in agony."

He chuckled lightly before his lips began to fall all over his face. His lips first pressed against your forehead lingeringly. With his hands on your ass, he gently rocked your back and forth against him. You could feel the side of his cock brushing against your pussy lips, occasionally the tip of his cock hitting your clit. That would send jolts of pleasure and excitement running through your part.

Even though the actions were starting to become more sexual, his kisses remained innocent. His lips moved from your forehead to the side of your nose, then your cheeks. He couldn't fight off the smile that curled on his lips whenever he felt your cheeks rise from your own smile. His lips then moved to peck yours before trailing down your neck. That was when your own fingers gripped his hair, causing him to let a moan slip.

He pressed gently kisses against your neck until he felt your breathing hitch. Jackpot. That was when he began his full attack on your neck. He sucked a lovely bruise into the side of your neck. His teeth grazing against the spot which made your back arch and chest further press into his. God, he loved the feeling of your body against his.

It's been far too long since the two of you have been intimate like this.

He wanted to take his time with you, to cherish you. He wanted to make up for the weeks of late nights, missed moments shared together, and simple kisses before bed or work. Mingyu wouldn't necessarily say he was needy, but there was no doubt he needed you.

"Baby," you whispered out.

It was as if you were afraid if you spoke too loud, the moment would be lost. It was really just the two of you that seemed to exist.

There were other cabins around, but the best part you learning about being in the woods was the space between you and everyone else. You and Mingyu had the opportunity to just get lost together, with one another.

He let out a light hum before grudgingly moving away from your neck. He took a moment to marvel at his work. There certainly would be a hickey there come the morning. And the best part is that you wouldn't try to cover it. Mingyu was always proud whenever he got to show off his adoration to you, whether it be through something physical like a hickey or doing something to make you feel special.

"Yes, my love?" "Just fuck me already."

Mingyu's eyes widened in surprise. You had never been so direct with him in the moment. He knew he sometimes gets too carried away in the foreplay, edging you for what felt like hours. To him, he would edge you for however long as possible if it meant getting you wet and ready for him. He was always afraid of harming you.

"Baby, are you sure? I won't tease this time, I promise. I don't want to hurt you."

Your sweet Mingyu. You smiled at him reassuringly before both of your hands reached forward to take a hold of your face. With him looking into your eyes, you saw all the love he has for you. Your thumbs caressed his cheeks affectionately, maintaining eye contact so he knew you were serious before getting too lost in the moment.

"I am positive that I want you to fuck me into oblivion right here, right now in this hot tub. We've gone weeks without sex," you pouted. "I just want to feel so close to my boyfriend. Is that too much to ask?"

Fuck, he was down bad for you.

"Not at all, darling, but are you sure you're wet enough?" "Mingyu, you are the most attractive guy I've ever seen and I'm lucky to call you mine. I'm always wet around you." "Okay, needy baby."

Without needing much other persuasion, he moved your body so your pussy hovered over his cock. With your assistance though, you aligned his cock with your pussy. You both let out a groan at the relieving feeling of being so close to one another. His hands momentarily left your ass to hold onto your hips. He squeezed them once before helping you ease down onto him.

The water helped ease the stretch of Mingyu. It was a delicious stretch, but nevertheless, one you haven't experienced in a while. Mingyu's cock filled you up in the best way, with a slight curve of his cock fully pressing against your g-spot when he was all the way inside.

"You okay, darling?" "Perfect, Gyu."

He smiled in satisfaction before pressing a kiss to your temple. His sweet girl. All his.

His hips moved downwards before he began to settle into a deep, slow pace. He groaned at the feeling of your wet pussy. It was amazing to him that he had no hard time distinguishing the warm water from your own juices. He just knew you that well. Your walls hugged him, welcoming back home.

Your head tilted back slightly which gave Mingyu access to planting more hickies along your neck. His hips began to snap harder as he wanted to die you everything you've craved the past three weeks. He let his tongue run along the old hickey before settling on the new ones.

Moans were falling out of your lips subconsciously. You just couldn't control yourself nor did you want to. You wanted Mingyu, and quite frankly anyone, to hear how good he makes you feel. Your one hand remained on the back of his head, fingernails grazing along his scalp. Your other hand moved to rest on his bicep. You got wetter at the feeling of his arms flexing.

"Yeah, baby? You feel that good that you turn into my little girl?" "Yes, daddy," you whimpered. "Missed you, missed your cock." "God, I've missed you so fucking much."

His hips picked up the pace, going faster and harder. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix which had you already seeing stars.

He pulled back from your neck to watch you. He loved the way your fingers clung onto him. Your cheeks were almost permanently flushed with your eyelashes resting against your cheeks from your eyes fluttered shut. You never looked more beautiful than in his moment.

"Only one for me," he grunted out. "Only one I want and need."

Your heart was swelling from the sweet nothings he spoke to you. Even in the most sexual moments, Mingyu never wanted you to forget his love for you.

His own fingernails were beginning to dig into your skin, as your body trembled. You were lost in a trance from his thrusts were all you could do was moan out his name and other incoherent words. You were so fucked out, so far gone. All thanks to Mingyu.

He let out a sharp breath when he felt your pussy squeeze his cock. Your walls began to pulsate around him which caused him to throb more.

"Is my sweet girl close? Hmm? Do you need to cum?" "Please," you gasped out as one particular thrust felt like he slammed into your cervix.

I guess you were going to be the first thing Mingyu breaks on this trip. Not that you were complaining.

"Cum for me. Cum like the good girl I know you are."

Not needing to be told twice, you felt like you were exploding with euphoria. You came fast and hard, almost embarrassingly. It's just been so long without getting to be this vulnerable, this intimate with your boyfriend. One of you was just bound to break first. Your back arched and toes curled, body pressing all the way into Mingyu's to the point you two could just become one.

He let out a loud groan as he came along with you. Hot spurts of his cum filled your walls, throbbing to make sure every last drop filled you. You sighed in content at the feeling before your hold on him went limp and you buried your face into his neck. The two of you didn't dare move as you too much enjoyed the closeness of him at the moment. And Mingyu liked the idea of you not wasting a singular drop.

His fingers moved from your hips to run up and down your back comfortingly. Aftercare was so important to Mingyu, maybe even more important than sex itself.

"See? The woods aren't so bad, are they?"

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 2 months

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My Sexy Speed God Boyfriend - Charles Leclerc

Summary: Charles' girlfriend has nothing but praise for him following the Bahrain qualifying.

No part 2 requests please

Y/n already knows Charles will be absolutely ripping into himself for getting the fastest lap of qualifying overall but it being in Q2 so it doesn't matter.

But for now he's on the front row and she's about ready to scream in joy for him.

Charles does rush up to the team with his smile beaming and upon spotting y/n he kisses her quickly as he puts on his bracelets, watch and rings. Half of which are for sponsors, one of which he claims is a good luck charm from y/n.

"You did so good. P2!" Y/n grins while Charles smiles at her, the joy just radiating off of her.

Sure he'd prefer P1. But P2 is front row and he'll take that for now.

"Ok, go on. Go on." Y/n smiles getting one more kiss before he disappears.

Sadly waiting for him to finish media duties is a drag and she nearly scrambles to her feet seeing her boyfriend upon seeing her boyfriend approach.

"You got front row, baby!" Y/n beams making Charles laugh as she throws herself on him and kisses around his face before finally landing on his lips. "I'm so proud of you."

"I got my best lap in the wrong round." Charles mumbles earning a small sigh before she kisses him again.

"The first corner of the lap can change a lot. Maybe George can crash into Max and you will lead." Y/n jokes though she may just be praying for that to happen. "We could pay him off."

"Am I that bad?" Charles jokes earning a huff before she moves to kiss him a couple times.

"You are amazing, baby. Amazing!" Y/n states too proud of him.

It's fairly obvious Max is just unbeatable right now, he's in the best of his career and there's no doubt that Charles is the best of the rest in y/n's eyes. The matter of Lewis taking Carlos' seat means that everyone has begun to question what Charles will do both this season with his current teammate and next year with his next teammate.

"Alright, you go do your debrief. I'll be waiting and then we can get something to eat because you need to have something to eat." Y/n declares earning a small nod from the Ferrari driver.

Starting the year with a car that Charles doesn't look like he wants to toss away is so beyond an improvement on what y/n witnessed last season. She just wants a good season, he doesn't even have to be the champion. But a race win or two, if she's being greedy more than that, would be amazing.

By the time Charles is done eating, he ends up going back inside to talk to a few people in the team, moving around and rushing about to speak to different people and discuss things ahead of the race tomorrow and y/n begins to feel she has managed burned her energy up a little feeling slightly more drained.

She decides to just pass time sitting outside, it's getting cooler but she's quite enjoying the people watching. Though at some point Carlos appears and decides to sit with her.

"I think I should put money down on another Ferrari race win." Y/n comments to the Spaniard who she admittedly hates to see leave.

Despite what the fans want to paint a picture of within the team, Carlos and Charles are very good friends. They enjoy being teammates and while Charles is looking forward to having Lewis as a teammate, it hurts to see it come at the cost of losing Carlos. But that's F1 and that's "the business".

"Money down for both of us or just Charles?" Carlos teases making her smile a little.

"Both, I know where to hedge my bets and as much as I wish Charles had got a race win last year, I can't change the fact you were the one to achieve that miracle. I hope you always take pride in that too, like parade it around for the rest of your career kind of pride."

"I definitely will. We will do it again, and Charles will see P1 this year too." Carlos nods before tilting his head to look behind y/n making her turn and find her boyfriend walking towards her. "I think it is goodnight for the two of you."

"Hi, mate. We are looking good out there." Charles smiles fist bumping his teammate while looking at y/n and noticing her eyes are slightly puffy from just getting tired.

"Yeah, we'll just have to make sure we get in front of Max tomorrow and then we have ourselves another Bahrain 1-2." Carlos states since they've done it once, although that was before Red Bull had managed to make a car out of a rocket ship.

"That's the goal...I think it is time to get back to the hotel." Charles declares softly holding his hand out for y/n making her grab her bag and stand up from the seat taking Charles had while managing to give Carlos a one armed hug as she passes behind him.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Carlos."

"Yeah, bye mate. Have a good night." Charles smiles giving a quick fist bump before they head out of the paddock for the night.

Y/n is pretty quiet with them moving from the Ferrari unit, linking her hand with Charles'.

"I'm so proud of you." Y/n smiles almost dopily as she looks up at him while he opens the car door for her.

"I think I could take P20 and you would say that."

"I would...but this isn't out of pity or just to make you feel better. I really am proud of you for the front row." Y/n states before quickly pecking his lips while he leans on the top of the car door.

"Very kind of you to say." Charles chuckles before she climbs in and he closes the door moving around to the driver's door before he climbs in too.

Y/n manages to capture a video of her boyfriend in the dim lighting and posts it to her story with the caption of "my sexy speed god boyfriend" then tagging him in it since more often than not Charles reposts her stories of him and even gets upset when she doesn't tag just because sometimes he misses them being posted.

"I can't wait to see you back in the car tomorrow, all race ready and then out on track really in the race. Not just practice-although I do think you perform magic and miracles in qualifying. I think seeing you in race is something else." Y/n smiles always sort of ready to boost Charles' ego and encourage him however she can.

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watermelonlovershigh · 2 months

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"Y/n, I really want a baby!" /blurb/

AN: i started writing this the same day Gemma announced she had a baby but you know me, i'm a slow writer and proofreader. so sorry it took me a few days to have it finished and posted. hope you enjoy and make sure to leave your feedback. xoxo

This story contains: talks of wanting a baby, heavy persuasion, small smut scene, breeding kink maybe?

{ husbandrry - soft!harry - uncle!harry - current harry era }

word count- 1,484

After the pregnancy announcement of Harry's older sister Gemma, Harry has become sick with the case of baby fever and tries to convince you over and over to start having children now rather then later.

Ever since Harry has become an uncle to his sister Gemma's new little baby girl, he's had massive baby fever. And it's not like you're opposed to having a baby with Harry. Of course you want a baby with your husband of a year, boyfriend of nearly eight years. But your original plan was to wait for another year or two and that's what you were hoping to stick to. But Harry is mighty convincing.

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Gemma had invited you and Harry over to her little house back in Holmes Chapel that she shares with her long time boyfriend, Michal. Harry's been finished touring for about a month now so you had a bunch of free time to make the drive up there. When you arrived, you got the sense something was up. There was this sneakiness in the air that you couldn't ignore.

But that all ended after your dinner, as you sat on Gemma's nice plush couch, when she looks to you and then to Harry before blurting out, "We're having a baby."

Harry's eyes nearly bug out his head and he shouts, "What! Oh My God!!" He stood up from his spot on the couch as Gemma shook her head yes and walked over towards her, giving his big sister a big, warm hug. You allowed the brother - sister duo to have a moment before also standing up.

Once Gemma parted from the hug she had with her baby brother, because Harry never breaks hugs first, she reaches out to embrace you in a hug. "Oh My God, congratulations. To you both. I'm so excited for you guys."

Gemma whispers a, "Thank you." in your left ear before stepping back again.

After giving Michal a quick hug as well, Harry questions, "Wait, does Mum know?" His face is still in complete shock.

Gemma nods and responds, "Yeah, she was the second person I told. First being Michal of course. "

You each sit down again and continue the conversation, "I bet Anne sobbed when you told her."

Giggling, Gemma replies, "Oh yes. She first shouted in surprise, quite like Harry did, then cried. It was adorable and sweet."

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Later that night on your drive back home to London, you look over to the driver's seat and notice Harry has tears in his eyes. You can only see that in the dark because the street lights are reflecting off his shiny eyes. Quietly, you coo, "Harry, what's wrong? Why are your eyes all watery?"

He turns his head to look at you quickly before watching the road again, then answering, "S'just, m'so happy for Gemma. M'gonna be an uncle. But then it got me thinkin', one day m'gonna be a dad and m'gonna get to hold our small baby and care for it and love on it. They get to call me dad. Y/n, I really want a baby." After saying that last sentence, Harry lets a full blown sob come out. One that you debate whether or not to have him pull over because you don't want him to crash the car.

"Oh baby," you say in a gentle tone, reaching over the center console to run your hand soothingly up and down his arm, "it's okay. You're gonna be the best uncle to your niece or nephew and the best dad to our kids one day."

"But what if I don't want to wait for one day? What if I want kids now? Y/n, can we start tryin' for a baby?"

You giggle at his eagerness and respond, "We said another year or two, remember. But I'll consider bringing the wait time lower. Just let me have time to think on it.

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A couple weeks have gone by since Harry found out he was gonna be an uncle and his baby fever has yet to go away. You haven't gave him an answer on whether or not you want to start trying right now and Harry hasn't brought it back up either. He didn't want to bother or pressure you with answering such a big question. But, he has been bringing more persuasive hints your way.

For instance, the other day you were walking in the park and Harry spotted a little girl running up into her daddy's arms. Harry gets your attention at the sight and whispers, "Can you imagine, our little girl or boy runnin' into my arms? Where they know they'll be safe and loved. Of course your arms too but them feelin' love from their daddy is somethin' extra special."

And the imagine of that does get your ovaries tingling, you can't lie. Just picturing your child running into Harry's arms after a day at school, or after getting a little scrape on the knee, or when someone was being rude to them on the playground. Knowing their daddy will love and keep them safe. Ugh, maybe you do want a baby now.

Another time Harry has shown his baby fever recently is in bed. Right now you're on birth control so you still get to have raw sex and Harry takes advantage of that. Whispering in your ear while making love, "Gonna put a baby inside of you. Fill you up with my cum and give you all the babies in the world."

You breathed out while holding his body closer to yours, "You know I'm..... I'm on birth control, right?"

"Don't remind me. Let me just pretend, alright." Harry mutters while thrusting in to you with love and care. Obviously he knows you're on birth control and he'd never interfere with your medication knowing it's something you requested to be on for the time being. But that doesn't mean he can't pretend he's knocking you up.

And it's something Harry does, not just that time but several times following. Really every time you have sex after Gemma's pregnancy announcement where he got baby fever.

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What the final straw was to make you want kids now rather than wait until later was when Harry's niece was born and you saw Harry interact with her for the first time. A day after Gemma had given birth, she allowed you and Harry to come visit. Anne had visited first, obviously since she's the mum and grandma, but next it was you two.

When you walked into the hospital room filled with pink balloons and flowers, you saw Gemma propped up in bed with her baby cuddled to her chest. Michal sitting next to the bed in a chair. Gemma waves you both over and asks Michal to grab the baby from her arms and hand her to one of you. (you and harry washed your hands before entering the hospital room) He offers the baby to you first but you shake your head no and say, "Let Harry hold her first."

Michal hands over his baby girl to Harry and it's like some kind of instinct comes forth with how natural he makes it look holding a day old baby. Looking down at the small baby in his arms, Harry coos shakily, clear emotions in his voice, "Oh My God, Gemma, she's beautiful. So small and delicate."

The view in front of you was the best sight you think you've ever seen. Your husband holding his baby niece for the first time. And now all you can picture is you in that hospital bed, looking over at Harry but instead of his niece, he's holding your baby. The one you created together with the love you made. Maybe even doing some skin to skin contact.

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On your drive back home from the hospital, you blurt out, "Harry, I want a baby. Like right now." Harry nearly crashes the vehical. He has to actually pull over so he can make sure he heard you correctly.

"Y/n, what'd you say?"

"You heard me correctly, H. I want a baby right now. Not in a year or two. Seeing you with your niece today did something to me. Made my ovaries flutter and this big desire to see you holding our baby. A baby we made together." you explain softly.

Not thinking twice, Harry surges forward and crashes his lips to your. One hand cradles your face while the other settles on your thigh over the center console. Then breaking away to catch his breath, Harry smiles wide and speaks, "Yeah, you wanna make a baby together? When we get home m'gonna stuff you full of m'cum and get you so fuckin' pregnant."

His words turn you on beyond belief. And though you took your birth control this morning, you know tomorrow you're flushing the rest down the toilet. Harry knows the likelihood of getting you pregnant tonight is unlikely because you took your birth control today, but that isn't going to stop him from fucking you until his seed eventually sticks. Whether that takes days, months, or years.

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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drunk on you - l.hamilton

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requested: y

pairings: lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol + lewis being a simp + established relationship

a/n: I didn’t touch on all of your request I apologize :/. feedback is appreciated xx my requests are currently open!

you’re one that usually can handle their alcohol. meaning, you know when enough has been enough, but tonight? that’s not the case.

the Australian Grand Prix was a rollercoaster ride. red flags, crashes, and penalties some how all came to an end. Lewis got on the podium at third overall, but George, his teammate, gave you all quite the scare. it’s partially why you’re drinking, the cars go so fast you have no time to tell who’s in there. part of you thought it was lewis, and part of you was just praying whoever was in the car was safe. to your luck, George was safe, but that didn’t stop the alcohol from flowing.

lewis has been with you for many years. he can recall your drunk nights in a hotel room helping you change, making you drink water. he thoughts those days were behind you, and you learned your lessons. tonight’s a whole other story.

he watches you sway to the beat of the music with Carmen, one hand grips her waist and the other is carelessly swinging your fourth drink of the night. lewis has already paid his tab, it’s George’s who keeps the bottle service flowing.

you and Carmen are both stumbling over each other, bodies nearly pressed against each other holding on for dear life. lewis finally gives in, unable to watch you struggle anymore, he taps you on the shoulder. your lazy eyes flash at him, crooked drunk smile, you’re so happy to see him even though he’s been there the whole time.

“lew, baby! you wanna dance?” you remove your hand from Carmen’s waist, stumbling into Lewis. lucky that he’s got a great reaction time, he catches you, hands gripping your waist. you’re peppering his face with kisses, drunk mumbles of incoherent words under the loud music and slurred speech.

“I think we need to go home.” he suggests, hand caressing your cheek. as much as one loves watching their significant other dance freely and make sour faces while taking shots, lewis knows you’re beyond wasted and it’s time to head back. you’ve got an early flight back to London, and he wants to help sober you up for the night.

“boo!” Carmen shouts in Lewis’ face, you nod with her giving the same chant, and he laughs. he’s not sure how he used to do this, he wasn’t sure how he ever persuaded you.

“we can order ice cream? maybe some fast food?” he suggests, it’s not up his alley, but watching your face light up to the idea of ice cream and a treat that’s not vegan makes you nod eagerly.

“is there a McDonald’s?” you ask, drool nearly slipping down your lips at the thought of chicken nuggets and French fries. he chuckles wiping his thumb across your plumped pink lips.

he takes his arm, wrapping it around your waist, and helps you maneuver your way out the club. when you finally step foot into the warm Australian air, there’s a car waiting for you both to take you home. of course, holding his promise he redirects the driver to the nearest McDonald’s.

“I love you.” you rest your head against his shoulder watching him take the greasy brown bag from the driver. he feeds you a couple of fries, you’re practically munching his fingers off you didn’t realize just how hungry you were.

“just two seconds ago you and Carmen were mad at me.” he chuckles, smile appearing on his face you feel your heart nearly trying to throb its way out of your chest. god, that man beside you was like made from heaven.

“when a vegan gets someone McDonald’s you’re bound to love them.” you happily sigh prying your hands into the bag, rustling around to find a loose fry in the bag. he’d do anything for you, if you asked him to eat a hamburger that’s pure beef, he’d probably do it. only for you.

the driver lets you both know you’ve arrived, and Lewis generously tips the man for going out of his way. of course he takes a photo with him before calling it a night, and the two of you are in the hotel elevator while you shovel fries into your face.

when you get in the room Lewis is helping you take off your heels, and when they finally come off you exhale a loud sigh sauntering freely towards the bed where you allow him to help you slip out of your dress— still attempting to eat your McDonald’s in the process.

“will you still kiss me if I eat these?” you hold up the box of six chicken nuggets, he gets a whiff of the smell, nose scrunching but he nods pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“go ahead, eat.” he lays clothes out for you to change into, right now you’re just in a bra and spandex sprawled across the bed eating. he thinks it’s cute and a little bit funny, that when you’re so drunk you’ve lost all manners. you’re truly a whole other person.

he goes in the bathroom and changes, by the time he’s done getting ready for bed, he has a glass of water for you and you’ve already put on one of his shirts and his sweatpants. why did he ever think you’d want to wear your own clothes?

“drink this for me please. you’ll thank me later.” he hands you the glass, your hands wrapping it around it like a little kid, you tilt your head back chugging until it’s empty.

“that wasn’t vodka.” you frown feeling it wash down like normal, no burn or itch against your throat.

“sorry to disappoint.” he laughs watching you curl into the bed, forgetting all other aspects of your nightly routine, the sleepiness was finally taking over you.

“I would’ve preferred it to have been vodka.”

“come on, we still have skincare to do then we can go to bed.”

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starkwlkr · 1 year

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Hiiii! So I do not know if you are making requests but if you are doing can do: Charles x Reader where she is a medical student and will do an internship in formula one, Charles does not like her much until he gets hurt and have to take care of her which makes the two approach

kiss with a fist | charles leclerc

warnings: needles and blood mentions and charles being an asshole <3

Y/n was nervous. She was starting her new internship with none other than F1. She watched a couple of races, but she wasn’t a die hard fan. But she wasn’t here to watch men drive in circles, she was here to work.

When she first arrived to the paddock, she was already making enemies. She didn’t mean to, but a certain Ferrari driver had woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. Y/n bumped into Charles, nearly dropping his hot coffee on himself.

“I’m sorry! The photographer was backing up and I-”

“Do you not watch where you’re going? There’s all this space around you.” Charles groaned as he dropped his coffee into a trash can. “What? You want an autograph?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Not everyone wants your autograph. And I said I was sorry. By the way, I’m more of a Red Bull fan.” She really didn’t know anything about Red Bull to be honest. You could have someone explain every single detail of f1 and she still wouldn’t understand. All she knew was that Red Bull probably had more haters than supporters.

She quickly left Charles and walked to her boss’ office where she was supposed to meet him. Y/n was already wishing the day was over so she could go back home and bury herself in her blankets after her interaction with Charles, but she had a long day ahead of her.

“Charles Leclerc crashes into the barrier!”

Y/n watched from a monitor as Charles’ Ferrari crashed. The replay kept on going, sort of a reminder to the Ferrari fans that this season wasn’t going their way. Charles stumbled out of his car, almost tripping over his feet.

“He’s okay, right?” Y/n asked her boss. Sure, he was an asshole to her that morning, but she would never wish for someone to get injured.

“Yeah, I got confirmation that Leclerc is fine. Have you met him yet?”

“Sort of. Had to leave before I could even get an autograph.” She said sarcastically, but her boss didn’t pick it up.

“I’m sure you’ll get one.”

Yeah, no.

After the race, Y/n was going through the piles of paperwork she was told to do. She was writing down on her clipboard when she heard a knock on the door. She figured it was her boss or someone else other than Charles Leclerc.

“Yes?” She looked up to see the driver. “Oh. Finally brought me an autograph?” She went back to writing in her clipboard.

“No, someone made me realize that not everyone wants my autograph. I was just wondering if you have time to check if I’m dying.” He said casually.

Y/n dropped her pen and looked at him, wondering if he was serious or not. “Check if you’re dying?”

“Yeah, I crashed today. My head is hurting, I think I might pass out. I’m not dying, right?” Charles explained.

“Fine, I’ll check. Sit down.” Y/n pointed to the examination table next to the desk she was currently using. Charles followed her instructions and sat on the examination table.

“Are you going to give me a shot? Because I hate needles. And sometimes I get weirded out if I see my own blood.” Charles admitted.

“Why would I give you a shot when your head is hurting? I can if you want me to.” Y/n said, standing In front of Charles.

“Nope, I am good.”

“Great. So just let me check if you’re dying real quick.”

Before Y/n could even do anything, Charles spoke up. “My head actually doesnt hurt at all. I lied, I wanted to come here to apologize for this morning.”

“Did your mom find out and made you come apologize?”

“No, my mother doesn’t know but if she did she would pull my ear and tell me to treat women with respect. And I do treat women with respect, but I’ve been having a bad…” Charles sighed and looked down.

“Day?” Y/n guessed.

“Season actually. Point is, I shouldn’t have been mean to you and I’m sorry and i understand if you don’t accept my apology. If I were you, I wouldn’t.” Charles nodded and got off the examination table. Before he could leave, Y/n called his name making him turn around to face her.

“You forgot your lollipop. I have this thing where I give my patients a lollipop no matter what age they are so here,” Y/n handed Charles a red lollipop. “You’re still an asshole, just the sweet kind.”

“Was that intentional? The sweet comment then you giving me a lollipop?” He chuckled as he took the candy.

“Just take the damn lollipop, Leclerc, or I will give you a shot.”

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Fake it till you make it | Part 11

“Be careful, Eddie” were Wayne’s words as he hugged his nephew goodbye, knowing he wouldn’t see him for a whole week and honestly still being a little worried about it “if you think even for one minute that something’s off, just… just get out of there, alright?”

“I know, I know, I’ll bolt through the woods and hitchhike my way home, I know the way, Wayne, I got this.” He could read a compass, he’d be able to get a map from any gas station and head home, he was resourceful, an adult, he could handle himself.

“Damn right you got this, son. But… be careful in other ways too, alright? Steve’s a charmin boy, but… remember this ain’t real.” Eddie had bitten his bottom lip at that one, brows furrowed in thought, those big brown eyes of his swirling in emotion, he never did hide his feelings well, it’d always be a little real for him. “Protect this” Wayne poked his chest with a gentle prod, right over Eddie’s heart “okay?”

“Mhm, I will…” he’d try to anyway. Steve really was… charming. An his kisses? God his kisses… but also... it really was the closest he’d ever been to what romance ought to be, what a relationship ought to be, he never thought he’d have that.

The world didn’t appear to be moving fast enough for him to truly experience romance as most people did.

He had to remember that he didn’t have that.

“Eddie! C’mon you’re in the back with me!” Steve called from the garage door, behind which the car was rumbling, their bags packed into the back, Steve’s parents already inside, ready to go. The longest Eddie had ever been away from Wayne since arriving in Hawkins, was three days during a weekend trip to Indy with the band to play at a slightly bigger venue than the Hideout as a one off.

A favour for his favourite gay bar when a live act they’d scheduled pulled out last minute. It hadn’t gotten them a lot of exposure, but it’d been a fun and enlightening night for the band.

“Best get on, son, I’ll see you in a week. Call when you can alright? Don’t care if you wake me up or about no damn time zones, just call, I’ll answer, an if I don’t, you know the plant’s number.” Tight lipped, strained smile, Eddie nodded quickly then turned on his heel and graced Steve with a brilliant smile, game on.

“I don’t wish to alarm anyone, but... did we miss a turning?” Eddie may have been unusually quiet for the first leg of their journey, nerves having hit him like a truck the second they pulled out of Loch Nora, but he was paying attention to his surroundings.

And those surroundings, were all too quickly, Fort Wayne International Airport.

“You don’t honestly expect rich people to drive the whole way to Canada do you?” Steve’s voice was amused and came from so very close to his ear that he actually jumped, quickly turning in his seat, back plastered against his side of the back seat, eyes wide as he took in and processed what Steve said. “Plus, what would you rather do, spend nearly two days in a car with my parents—”

“We’d make wonderful road trip companions, don’t be rude Steven” came his mother’s interruption

Steve ignored it in favour of continuing his point “—orr… around ten hours in one of those with a brief stop off in Chicago.” Steve leaned inward, uncaring of personal space as he pointed to a plane, ascending into the heavens from the runway.

“I don’t—” he didn’t know. He’d never been on a plane before. Trips like that, across country, they were the stuff of road trip legend, but Steve had a point…

Two whole days of a trip stuck in a car. Or just ten hours. Eddie’s eyes skipped to the window again, to the plane now disappearing beyond the overcast cloud cover.

“It’ll be okay, Eds, I’ll sit right next to you the whole time, you’ll be okay.”

“What if we crash? What if it falls out of the sky? What’ll you do?”

“My best to keep you safe.” It was so earnest, coupled with Steve gently taking his hands and giving them a squeeze, eyes so full of raw honesty, of understanding, it hit Eddie directly in all his soft gooey bits. “I’ll hold your hand through the whole ten hours if you want.”

“Even during the stop in Chicago?”

“Hah, yeah baby, even during the stop in Chicago.”

“They’re a lot more openminded in Chicago too!” Lynda spoke up without turning her head, allowing Eddie to not get stuck on baby for too long “might get a few looks from people passing through the airport but nobody will say anything, and if they do, they deal with us.”

“If we had enough time during the stop we’d have taken a trip around the city, let you boys see some of the sights we’ve seen, but alas, our connection gives us an hour at most depending on everything being on time, and that’s just enough time to get us from one gate to the next.” John added as he pulled into the long stay parking lot. “Maybe some other time, some other family trip, eh Eddie?”

Eddie’s wide eyes turned to the front of the car, then back to Steve again, lips parted ever so slightly in surprise. Not surprise over the words used, but the feeling those words caused. Family trip. They were including him on future family trips.

Steve’s eyes quickly snapped from him to the front of the car and back again, then a warm smile blossomed on his lips. He lifted his hand and ever so carefully brushed a stray curl back behind Eddie’s ear, and asked so softly as his thumb lowered to brush along his jawline. “Right, Eddie?”

“Y-yeah… yeah I’d… I’d love that.” He turned his head fully toward the drivers seat, he’d never been too good at hiding his emotions, so maybe he was just a little choked up when he accepted the offer “I’d really love that.”

“Great!” The car came to a stop in one of the many parking bays, ignition off, driver side door opened “It’s settled then.” Settled. Eddie would privately mourn the knowledge that it’d never come to fruition, but… on the surface he could pretend he was excited for a future trip for the sake of the ruse. “Now boys if you could get the bigger bags out the trunk that’d be a big help! This back of mine isn’t as sturdy as it used to be.”

“You’re forty-six and go jogging almost every morning, don’t be stupid John.” Lynda whapped her husband with her handbag in gentle, semi-amused admonishment before getting out of the car.

Followed by her husband who, in a hushed tone replied with “don’t tell them that, Lynda, save us the work.” Leaving the two boys to breathe soft laughs between themselves before they too joined the older couple out in the parking lot.

“Steve...” Eddie hissed as they neared check-in.

“What?”

“I have weed” said through his teeth.

“What?” Steve paused.

“I have weed… I have weed in my suitcase.”

“You have what?!” Steve rounded on him, sentence ended with a pointed hiss

“I didn’t know we’d be flying to Canada, Steve, maybe you should tell people when you’re planning on launching them into the troposphere in a death tube!”

“Why would you bring weed on a holiday with my parents, Eddie?!”

“SHHHH, be quiet. I thought I might need it to chill out if I was freaking out at some point during the week like right now, I could really do with it right now.”

“Oh my god.”

“Steven? Is something wrong?” Lynda’s voice had them both snapping to attention, eyes wide, caught in the act. Luckily she had no idea what that ‘act’ was.

“Nope! No, uh, Eddie’s just gotta… use the bathroom real quick.”

“Well, there’s bathrooms in the business class lounge he can—"

“No! It’s uhm, it’s urgent, can’t wait, he’s uh…”

“Nerves, it’s uh, it’s nerves, I think imma hurl” she looked between them with a small frown on her face, assessing them both, it seemed like whatever she found wasn’t worth arguing about though, because she waved them off with a quick flick of her wrist.

“Alright fine, hurry up. Steven you know where the closest ones are go on now quickly before we’re late for check in, we’ll double check everything here.” John was already pausing to check through all their documents like a regular airport dad, it was the third time he’d done it since entering the airport.

“Alright let’s go, Eds, lets deal with your little problem.” At least he was soft-handed when he manhandled Eddie to the nearest bathroom, patchy suitcase with a squeaky wheel wobbling away behind them. Once inside, he checked each stall individually, before quickly turning on a wide eyed Eddie. “Where is it?” Eddie pointed down at the suitcase, and Steve snapped to action, lifting, and placing Eddie’s suitcase down on the slightly damp row of sinks. “Did you pack any liquid soaps?”

“Uhhh…” Eddie was too busy staring at the flex of Steve’s arms as he just. Lifted that whole very packed suitcase in one hoist. Fuck.

“Any shampoo? Conditioner?”

“I—I feel like my answer is going to make you mad so I’m just not going to answer.” Which on its own, was a pretty damning answer, and Steve’s expression told him as such “I don’t have a twelve step hair care routine like you do, Steve! I just… I have drug store shampoo and conditioner and that’s really only when it’s on a two for one sale! Usually I just—"

“If you say you water it down to make it last longer I’m going to throw the first thing I find in this suitcase at you.”

“Shutting up. I just thought I’d buy it there if I needed it, or just borrow yours, I know you brought some, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, I figured that… if I borrowed yours it’d make it seem like I just… wanted… to smell like you?”

“You just made that up.” Eddie just smiled, all teeth and dimples, scrunching his shoulders inwards in an unfairly cute display of mischief. “You’re a menace, Munson. Get your stuff out of there for me. Don’t ever put weed in checked luggage.”

“But—”

“TSA does random checks on checked luggage all the time, an while they’re not usually looking for weed, it’ll get launched and you might get fined. Whereas you can hide weed in just about anything in a carry on, just shows up as vague blurred shit on the x-ray scanners. Just be cool when you shove it through.” Steve was rummaging in the front of his own bag now, “be cool, and act natural.”

“You sound like you’ve done this before.”

“Mn once or twice, Tommy was a dick, but his cousin worked for the TSA for a few years, gave us all kinds’a neat tricks to get things through the airport.” Tommy’s cousin had gotten fired and a year inside for attempting to smuggle narcotics out of the confiscated items lock up, but that was neither here nor there. “Gimmie what you have.” Hand outstretched, Steve waited until Eddie placed the single baggie containing three roll ups and a few loose buds “Christ Eddie.”

“I knew I’d be nervous! Stop being mean to me!” Steve rolled his eyes before taking the three roll ups out of the baggie

“Your smokes, give em.” Plenty of room in the pack to slot the three roll ups, and as for the buds, Steve emptied out his travel sized bottle of hand lotion into the sink and stuffed the whole plastic bag into the little bottle, then screwed the lid on tight. Nobody would look twice at a rich kids hand lotion. “Now wet the ends of your hair.”

“What?”

“Your hair butthead! Wet it, we told my mother you’d be in here hurling your guts up, so… you got some in your hair, it’s a good extra to add to the ruse, now do it.”

“So my own boyfriend wouldn’t even hold my hair back if I threw up? Where’s the romance, where’s the commitment, where’s the care and—”

“Dude you have a lot of hair, I doubt I could get it all in my hand at once.” Although now that thought was in his head… could he? Could he get a good fistful and hold it there? Not important. “I’d drop bits.” A flimsy argument, he wouldn’t drop anything.

“Uh-huh, sure you would, big boy.” Eddie quickly dampened the tips of his hair, and ran a wet hand through his bangs quickly in a bid to fake flop sweat, theatrics over and done with. “Zipper-up, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

Part 13

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #lmao this was getting long so i'm splitting it up

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Hey! I love your beach head canons, and I would love to see your take on the Hazbin Hotel characters on a road trip/maybe a trip to a theme park? I feel like that would be cute lol.

Yes of course! This sounds so fun but I decided to make it a road trip to wherever the reader decides (Theme park, wherever)! This actually works perfectly as a prequel/sequel to my Beach Trip! Headcanons I've posted. Hope you enjoy!

Hazbin Hotel Road Trip! Headcanons

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Angeldust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox, Lucifer, Adam, and Cherri Bomb

Charlie 🐐🫶

Originally wanted to be the one to drive, but Vaggie figured her inclination to be distracted by anything on the side of the road would cause everyone to crash, so Vaggie refused to let her drive at any point

Doesn’t even have her license so she wouldn’t be able to drive anyways so

“Ugh fine! Well, then, I call shotgun!!”

Went from Princess of Hell to passenger princess hehe

Was upset at not driving but got over it quickly as realizing she enjoys the view more than driving

“Oh my gosh look at those deer! Wait there’s more over there! Wait. Did we just drive past the rest area, I need to pee again!!”

Constantly nags the driver by chitchatting to them, regardless if they’re listening

A bad habit of hers is playfully hitting others when Charlie talks, but she forgets to not do this when driving

A couple of minor accidents nearly occur but she is unfazed

Is so pumped and asks to stop and look at any roadside attraction

It begins to become a bit annoying after a while

Vaggie ❌🥀

Is the one who drives for the most part on this road trip

Is a bit grumbly because she was woken up so early by an eager Charlie to go on this trip and needs her beauty sleep

Is the only one who can handle Charlie’s constant nagging and pushing, and is also the only one with a license out of the whole group, so logically the ex-Angel is the one who drives

Only pays attention to the road and not Charlie unfortunately for maximum safety

Is sipping on a large Circle K cup that she filled with Monster Energy prior to the trip

This just barely wakes her enough to watch the road

Has a bit of road rage but these guys are from Hell, what can you expect

Refuses to waste gas so only stops for gas when the car is literally empty

Empty like everyone else had to get out of the car and push it to the nearest gas station that was three miles away, empty

“Come on guys, we’re almost there.” She’ll say smugly sipping her Monster from within the car in the AC

Alastor 🦌📻

Was invited on this road trip, but ended up driving on his own to their destination

Yes, he doesn’t have a license, but he’s the Radio Demon he does what he pleases

Mainly decided to drive separately so that he could listen to his radio in peace without complaints or extra unnecessary noise

Is listening to jazz, and keeps on repeating the songs: “Fly Me to the Moon” and “Sing, Sing, Sing”

Also prefers to be alone, he vibes better that way and is more in his element

Drives the coolest, red, vintage pick up truck ever

All the girls and guys at the stop lights are just fawning over him but the Radio Demon can’t see anything past the road in his shades

Drives super fast and only stops for gas, which considering the age of his truck, ends up happening often

Angeldust 🕷️❤️‍🔥

Wanted to get one of those party buses with the strip poles inside but now has to make do with the crew’s giant van

Enough space to do lines of coke so it’s okay

Obviously snuck in drugs and alcohol, this is a given, it’s Angeldust come on

“I call aux!!” and plays his playlist titled Cunty B*tch

It’s a bunch of Ayesha Erotica, Kesha, Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, etc.

Screams all of the songs at the top of his lungs while hanging out of the window

“HE MIGHT NOT LOOK LIKE HE GETS BITCHES, BUT HONEY THAT DICK WAS ELEVEN INCHES!”

Husk has to pull him inside but he’s just having the time of his life

Loud as Hell but provides the entertainment, and Vaggie appreciates his music taste

Has to get Vaggie to pull over and proceeds to violently throw up all the alcohol he chugged earlier on the side of the highway as Cherri films laughing from inside the van

Immediately falls asleep after this embarrassing moment as the aftermath of his “fun” takes a toll on him

Husk 🐈‍⬛🥃

Was planning to catch up on missed hours of sleep by dozing through this entire trip, but Angeldust made this quite hard

Is wrapped up in a blanket, eye mask on, earplugs in, headphones on, neck pillow propped, and stuffed toy snuggled (HE SLEEPS WITH A STUFFED TOY OMG)

It’s a miniature Pegasus he named after his favorite drink: Whiskey

Angeldust, Cherri, and Adam won’t stop making fun of him the entire trip

This, plus Angeldust’s music, Charlie’s nonstop talking causes Husk to EXPLODE

“IF YOU ALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!”

But his geared-up sleep ware makes him look a bit goofy as he shouts this, so everyone instead bursts out laughing

The feline just grumbles to himself as he decides to just stare out the window depressingly for the rest of the ride

Gets bored and ends up practicing Poker and Solitaire with the cards he brought

Is also keeping an eye on Angeldust who at first was off the wall

Once Angeldust passes out, Husk covers him with his blanket so he’s not cold (aww)

Sir Pentious 🐍🥚

Actually was the one who designed and crafted the van

The original van wasn’t big enough for the whole crew after Cherri decided to join in last minute, so of course the snake is going to build an ENTIRE new vehicle for his Cherri Bomb <3

Engineered the van for maximum comfort and refused Angeldust’s pleads for strip poles inside; “Thossse would be ssso uneccesssary!”

Instead, he included luxurious feet space, and AC and heater system throughout the whole van, seats with massaging for backs and feet, mini TVs on the back of each seat, and a fancy mini fridge for food

Also built miniature seats for his Egg Bois with built-in heating pads in case they get too cold in the AC

These Egg Bois have a really specific temperature range they can survive in, so those same heating pads were engineered by Sir Pentious to also work as cooling pads

“Anything for my babiesss”

Came extra prepared and was the only one to bring snacks and drinks to put in the cooler

Is constantly offering Cherri a water or coke whenever she is “looking a bit dehydrated”

Which happens to be every 2 minutes according to him

Is trying so hard to flex on her the fact that he built the van

“Ssssoo Cherri, how are you enjoying the back masssssage? I programmed it to perfectly meet the needsss of a beautiful lady like you”

Bro with 0 rizz somehow ends up charming her

Vox 🖥️⚡️

This TV ignores the mini TVs Sir Pentious built arguing they’re “not of top Vox quality”

Tries to hijack them to prove his point, but Sir Pentious is smarter than that and even his mini TVs are Vox-resistant

Ego bruised, now tries to hijack the radio to turn off Angeldust’s loud ass music, but Sir Pentious ALSO came prepared for that

Sir Pentious even shaped his seat and headrest to fit Vox’s big ass TV head perfectly, so Vox isn’t able to complain about anything

Now an upset Vox is left to sit in silence for most of the trip

Will chime in occasionally to the conversations but you can tell his pride was hurt

Spends his hours of silence to brainstorm ways to defeat Alastor

Lucifer 🪽🐤

Brought his rubber duckies to play house with them on the ride

To everyone’s surprise, knows all the lyrics to all of Angeldust’s songs

“What! I enjoy these too!” Proceeds to lip sync them in the most fruity way

Is Lucifer straight or gay? Bi? No one knows.

Is definitely that one person in a car ride to try to start a game of “100 bottles of beer on a wall” or the game of concentration

LIVES for these games

“20 questions” is his favorite

Tries to get everyone involved and yells at Husk once he sees he’s playing his own game of Poker

Husk suggests that Lucifer should play the silent game

Will try to convince the others to play by reciting them old dad jokes

This does not work

Adam 🎸🤘

Will definitely pig out on all of those snack Sir Pentious brought

“YO WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BEER”

Forces Vaggie to stop at a gas station 5 minutes into the trip to buy 3 twelve packs of beer

Is absolutely in his happy place with the massage chair, vast feet space, TV playing “Too Hot to Handle”, chips, and beer

Is the only one who manages to trash his space with wrappers, spills, and crumbs

Does not give a fuck

Has his window down, sunglasses on, and wind blowing in his face while he just yells

Shouts and catcalls to every hot chick they pass by

Brought an air horn to do that more efficiently while on the highway

Is seated next to Vox so is taunting and teasing him about the whole incident earlier

“Hmm not so tough anymore huh? Even these mini TVs are doing a better job than you!”

Is a bit of a menace

Cherri Bomb 🍒💣

Only joined last minute for the trip because she thought it would be lame at first

But Angeldust promised to bring along drugs and alcohol so she agreed

Made a certain snake sooo happy that she decided to come

Is constantly nagged by him throughout this whole trip but she has grown used to it

She even starts to think it’s cute how much he cares

Has to stop to go pee so often because of all the beverages Sir Pentious keeps offering her

Doesn’t wait for a rest area, will pop a squat on the side of the road

Sings along with Angeldust (and Lucifer??) to all the songs

Actually she’s the one who made the playlist and shared it with Angeldust ;)

“Ooh ooh skip this one, the next one’s even better!”

Brought an Erotica novel to read (she usually just skips to the good parts)

Is glad to be sitting next to Angeldust but still films him as he throws up so that they can joke about it later

Passes time with him playing, Fuck, Marry, Kill

She ends up answering Fuck to all the options

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𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐈𝐧-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝

Summary ➳ With a suspended license, you took the risk of picking up your brothers from a bar and when caught, Officer Walsh gives you a choice.

(A/n) ➳ I just realized that I’m still on season 3… I might end up rewatching season 1 and 2… Yeah, I’m rewatching it.

Word Count ➳ 1.4k

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, NO OUTBREAK, DARK SHANE, DARK CONTENT, DUB-CON/NON-CON, sexual content, , heavy profanity, mentions of drugs, alcohol use, oral (M), abuse of power, face-fucking, dacryphilia, hair pulling…

DARK CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. MDNI 18+

“Don’t be blamin’ me you damn dipshits!” You shouted over the phone as you struggled to boot your boots on. “How the hell did he even get kicked out?” You threw on your jacket.

“The hell was I supposed to know he was gonna get drunk?”

“You’re with him!”

“Jus’ get yer damn ass over ‘ere!”

“My license is suspended! Where’s your car?!

“The piece of shit broke down! It’s late, the cops ain’t gonna do anythin’.”

“Easy for you to fuckin’ say.” You groaned, grabbing Merle’s truck keys and walking out of the door. You angrily hung up on him, cutting off his cursing at Merle and loudly crashing.

You shoved the worn out key into the ignition, and felt that familiar click. You turned the key and waited for the engine to turn on. There’s a low rumble but then a silence.

You grumbled and turned the key again, it grumbled a little louder this time but nothing. “For fuck’s sake!” You shouted and tried it again, finally it turned on.

You changed gears and backed out of the driveway, and hurriedly drove to the only bar closest to where you all lived.

You again changed gears and turned on the radio as an attempt to calm down, but you knew it wasn’t helping when you were still cursing about Merle. You gripped the worn out steering wheel, trying to tune out the strange rumbling from the engine.

Urgency ran through your veins, and you didn’t pay attention to how fast you were going. It was nearly midnight, barely anyone was on the road.

From the familiar signs, you were at the outskirts of the town, just a couple of minutes away.

“Dammit!” You smacked the steering wheel as the red and blue lights appeared right behind you. A wave of uneasiness overcomes your anger, the last thing you wanted to was be arrested for evading the police.

The flashing lights illuminated the dark road as you pulled over, bringing the truck to a park. You can see from the mirror the officer leaving his car and speak to his radio.

You rolled down your window as he approached the truck, leaning towards the window. “Evenin’, ma’am. What brings you out here so late?”

You contained your frustration and put on a smile. “Just tryin’ to pick up my brothers from a bar.”

You felt like he stared longer than he should, you could see him scanning the inside of the truck, taking note of various Merle’s stuff scattered across the back seat.

“License and registration.” He asked.You reached over and opened the glove box and handed him your registration. He took the paper and lifted an eyebrow. “License?”

“Look officer…?” You looked at his badge but he beat you to it.

“Walsh.”

“Walsh, I don’t have it.”

You could see the disappointment in his eyes, he pulled out his pen and notepad. “Name and birthdate?”

“(Y/n) Dixon-”

“Dixon? Which would make you related to Merle Dixon?”

You reluctantly nodded. “Yes, he’s my brother. Look, I ain’t got time to talk. Can’t I just-”

“I’m assumin’ this ain’t your truck.” Before you could say anything else, he began to circle the truck with a lit flashlight in hand.

“Fuck me.” You mumbled, knowing Merle, he probably had some illegal substances hiding in wherever. “Fuck you Merle.” You cannot have a drug charge on your record, you could not have that.

“Can you step out of the vehicle for me?” He said out loud, coming back to the door.

“Officer-”

“Don’t make this difficult, Dixon.” He took a couple steps back, a hand on his hip as he waited for you. You unbuckled your seatbelt, turned off the truck and stepped out of it. “You have anythin’ you hidin’?” He questioned you.

“Nope.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.”

Shane smirked, turning off his flashlight. “You know what happens when you drive without a license?”

“Officer Walsh, my brothers need me to pick them up. Just write me a ticket and let me be on my way.”

“Drivin’ late at night, without a license? You know how dangerous it is?” He said. “Givin’ you a ticket ain’t gonna be enough.”

“Officer-”

“I’ll give you two choices.” Shane maneuvered around you, shutting the truck door, blocking the door. “I can arrest you and get you booked which could take…” He counted using his fingers. “A hour to a couple hours-”

“Then arrest me-”

“Minus waitin’ for your case.” Shane lowered his hands, grinning. “Or…” His hands reach for his belt, ready to unbuckle it. “You can get on your knees.”

“The hell I am-!”

Shane loudly hushed you. “You want me to turn a blind eye?”

You stumbled over your words, a mix of excuses and curses. But the shit eating grin was still on his face and when you took a glance at his crotch, he was already hard.

“You’re disgustin’.”

Shane shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Be a good girl, Dixon. Don’t be keepin’ your brothers waitin’.” He pulled himself out of his pants, and pumped himself slowly. “Get on your knees.”

“Fuck me.” You muttered under your breath, doing as he said.

“Don’t tempt me.”

You rolled your eyes and took him into your hands, jerking him off with a disgusted look on your face. You refused to look at him or his cock, keeping your gaze on the ground.

From base to head, you stroked, twisting your hand around it.

You wished to yourself that he would quickly cum and get on with your night. You tried to focus on something else and hoped that if anyone did pass by they wouldn’t see.

Shane grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it back roughly, a gasp lifted your lips. He shoved his thumb into your mouth as the rest of his fingers held your face.

He breathed heavily and plunged himself into your mouth. He forced you down to the base, his pubic hair itching your nose, making it scrunch. His hips began to buck and your jaw slacked.

Your hand clutched his pants, your nails digging into them. Your eyes shut tightly as each time he touched the back of your throat, you gagged.

Your saliva dripped down your chin, and when he tugged at your hair, you whimpered. The pain was unbearable as he took joy in seeing you in pain, your hot tears spilled from the corners of your eyes.

“You’ve done this before?” Shane sneered at you, throwing his head back and moaning quite loudly. It was like he didn’t care if he got caught. “You sure have a fuckin’ talent!”

Shane didn’t care for any discomfort you were feeling, all the stress that Merle and Daryl caused in the past was being taken out on you.

He pulled back until it’s just the head of his cock in your mouth then thrusted back in. Again and again, his hand tight in your hair, thrusting as hard and deep as he could and his cock glistening with saliva.

“Look at me.” He panted. “C’mom, look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered open, your eyes snapped to his, watery and wide, full of anger.

He cursed at you, biting down on his lip as the orgasm builded in him. He then held your head still as he was so far deep that your body jerked.

Shane gave out a loud grunt as he came inside and down your throat. You started to choke, you punched his thigh a couple of times before he threw you off him.

You hit the ground, coughing. You hissed and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. The salty and bitter taste in your mouth made you retch.

He let out a sigh of relief, tucking himself back into his pants. “Drive safely ma’am.” He laughed once again as he walked to his car. Once you were sure he drove off, you picked yourself up from the ground and quickly drove to the bar.

“Took yer sweet ass time!” Daryl shoved an unconscious Merle into the backseat before getting into the passenger side. “The hell happened?”

“Cops.” You packed out of the parking spot and drove, trying to focus on the road.

“Anythin’ happen? Ya alright?”

“Yeah, let me off with a warnin’.”

“Seriously-?”

“I’m tired Daryl. Just let me get this asshole home.” You couldn’t focus, not without the bitter taste in your mouth, drowning out Daryl’s attempts to wake his brother for his phone.

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bordysbae · 10 months

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hi!! could you please do a luke hughes one where she is adams twin and secretly dating luke but something happens to her and he ends up revealing their relationship cus he’s so worried about her? thank you!

“sour truth”

luke hughes x fantilli!sister

tw: car accident, not proof read, and i hate this so tw for a shitty story!

🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY!

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the sirens blaring through the michigan campus sent nearly everyone into alert.

you were on your way to luke’s dorm when a car slid on ice and crashed into you. the car hit your’s on the drivers side, and pushed it nearly 15 feet away from where it was impacted. you were knocked unconscious and bloodied up, and immediately rushed to the hospital. your twin, adam, received the phone call and headed to the hospital as soon as possible with luca, luke, johnny, and nolan for support.

as they all sit in the room, adam couldn’t help but notice luke being oddly worried for someone who’s ‘just your friend.’ “luke, are you okay? you seem oddly worried,” adam whispers to the boy next to him.

he quickly snaps out of his thoughts, “what? yeah i’m fine. are you okay?”

“uh yeah, i’m alright. you just seem a bit overly worried,” adam chuckles. he’s clearly very distressed seeing his twin sister in this condition, but he’s trying to cover it up. immediately luke’s eyes widen and fear sets in that he’s been caught.

“what? i cant be worried for y/n?!” luke defensively snaps, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room.

“luke chill, i just didn’t know you and y/n were that close. you’re really worried and i was concerned. look man, now’s really not a good time to pick a fight,” adam gently states.

“yeah well i’m fucking worried cause she’s my girlfriend adam!“ luke loudly exclaims while rising from his chair. his hands are now tugging at his brown curls and his heart is racing.

“she’s your what?”

“my girlfriend, adam. we wanted to tell you, but we didn’t want you to freak out. fuck, adam, this is all my fault! she was on her way to my place and got in a crash, what if i went to her’s instead? it should’ve been me in that stupid fucking accident!” luke nervously shouts.

immediately adam stands up and looks at luke, “luke, don’t say that. first of all, yeah one of my best friends dating my sister is gonna make me a little mad, but i can see how much you care for her. you wouldn’t be here like this if you didn’t. second of all, it shouldn’t have been anyone in that accident. it’s called an accident for a reason,” he says. adam then tugs the distressed boy into a tight hug.

luke practically melts into his touch as he looks over adam’s shoulder at you. your eyes are slowly fluttering open, and everyone’s worries immediately drop. the boys rush to the hospital bedside and try to get the attention of a nurse. as you give them all a smile, a heavy weight is lifted off luke’s chest.

“i love you, so so much y/n. i’m so happy you’re okay,” luke days before kissing you. as you pull back you gently smack luke’s arm, “dude! now everyone knows our secret!”

“we already know the sour truth, y/n,” adam chuckles. your mouth falls, “sour truth? you mean the sweet truth?! i think me and luke make a great couple.”

“yeah sure, whatever you say kid,” luca chimes in, sending everyone into a fit of laughter, but not before you grab your ribs in pain. “holy fuck, did i break my ribs?” you ask with a little chuckle, making everyone else laugh once again.

#bordysbae’s 500 celly #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #umich hockey #michigan hockey

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lolahasmoxie · 1 year

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Sleep Tight - E.M.

Pairing: Single Dad Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Word Count: 3.8K (this may have gotten away from me)

Warning: fluff, idiots to lovers, a couple of curse words

Notes: This has been living in my brain for days, and I had to get it out. So everywhere I've read Eddie as a dad, he has a little girl. Don't get me wrong, I love it. But can you imagine him with a little boy who is his tiny doppelganger? Dead.

For this, I picture Eddie and Reader as having known each other since they were kids, and both were close growing up. Eddie flunked his first senior year, and reader graduated and left Hawkins for college. They kept in touch for a while but eventually drifted apart. She returns to Hawkins and reconnects with Eddie and his 4-year-old son. Mom has been out of the picture since he was born, and I picture Eddie as a mechanic who plays with Corroded Coffin on the weekends.

Eddie and Reader are 28 in this (takes place in 1994). An AU where the Upside Down doesn't exist, and Eddie lives.

Divider from @firefly-graphics

"Daddy, rain!"

Eddie and Y/N paused from the couch as they looked at the small four-year-old excitedly pointing out the window. The rain shouldn't have been a surprise; it had been gray and overcast all day. Eddie walked over to the front window, looked outside, and noticed a bright flash of lightning followed by thunder less than three seconds later. Before he could say anything, the skies opened up, and a torrential downpour began to beat on his roof.

"Crap, I should probably leave if I'm gonna make it home in one piece," Y/n pondered as she joined the two Munson boys at the window.

"Are you insane? There's no way I'm letting you leave now." Y/N had joined Eddie at his home for dinner instead of at Benny's due to his son's babysitter canceling last minute. The three had spent the evening playing, eating pizza, and finally settling to watch Ghostbusters. She had been on the verge of excusing herself for the evening when the storm had come upon them.

"Eds, my car will be fine. Besides, I can't stay the night." Y/N casually tried to motion to his son, who was now staring at her and preparing himself to bring out the big guns.

"But I thought we were having fun." Ronnie Wayne Munson was his father on a 24-year delay. He had the same wild curly brown hair and brown cow eyes as Eddie, and based on how he looked at Y/N, she knew his father had taught him how to use them to his advantage.

"Look, far be it for me to question the integrity of your Honda, but it’s not like this would be the first time you had to stay; you used to crash all the time when we were kids. Besides, it's unsafe to be on the road right now. You can't even see the house across the street!". Y/N turned back towards the window, and she had to admit that Eddie was right. Even with streetlights, the house across the street was nearly impossible to see. She sighed before looking at Eddie and his boy standing next to him, both with expectant looks on their eager faces.

"Okay, I'll stay."

"Hooray!" Ronnie yelled as he ran up to give her a hug. Eddie beamed at Ronnie. He was usually reserved around new people, but as soon as Y/N had reappeared in Hawkins two months ago after a ten-year absence, Ronnie had taken an instant liking to her. The little boy seemed as infatuated with her as his father had been years before.

"So, how late is this party going to go on?" Y/N asked as Ronnie climbed back onto the couch.

"Well, little man's bedtime is usually 7pm..." Ronnie looked at Eddie with a sad face. Y/N had just agreed to stay the night; it was unfair that he would have to go to bed soon. "but since tonight is a special occasion, I think we can watch one more movie."

"Yes!" Y/N couldn't help but chuckle as Ronnie did a triumphant dance before jumping off the couch. "Can we watch Nightmare Before Christmas?"

"Sure, let's get you into your jammies."

"I'll make the popcorn." Y/N motioned to the kitchen, and Eddie quickly told her where everything was. As she popped the bag in the microwave, she couldn't help but smile at the giggles emanating from Ronnie's bedroom. Eddie now lived in a small house on a quiet street near the edge of town, which felt warm and cozy like his and Wayne's old trailer. The coffee rack in the kitchen now held Eddie's mugs instead of Wayne's, and his beloved Sweetheart sat in the corner of the living room next to his acoustic and amp. Above the well-loved couch were numerous pictures, ranging from Eddie's graduation to him holding his newborn son in the hospital. There were several with the two of them and Wayne, and even one of her and Eddie from back in 83.

The sound of little feet coming from the hallway pulled her from her thoughts, and soon she was greeted by Ronnie, who was now wearing dinosaur pajamas. He ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her leg. He leaned up to give her a big toothy grin.

"Hi," he said cheerfully, and Y/N couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, don't you look comfy? You ready for the movie?" He nodded gleefully as the timer for the microwave went off. She carefully removed the bag and poured the contents into a bowl, handing it to Ronnie when he made it clear that he had to help her. "Two hands, go slow, ok?". He nodded, his little tongue sticking out in concentration as he made the short journey to the living room. They both sat on the couch while Eddie quickly popped the VHS into the tape player, pausing to turn off the living room lights before he sat down.

Ronnie sat between the two of them, and the three of them snacked as they watched the movie. The kid was on cloud nine, happily eating popcorn and singing along to the movie. Eddie's arm eventually rested on the back of the couch, causing Y/N to blush whenever his fingertips brushed the top of her shoulder. When the popcorn was gone, the bowl was moved to the side, and Ronnie took this as his cue to make himself more comfortable.

"Whoa, we don't climb on our guests." Eddie chided as he watched his son climb onto Y/N's lap. He was worried it would make her uncomfortable, but he was pleasantly surprised when she put her feet on the coffee table and wrapped her arms around Ronnie's stomach, letting him rest his back against her chest.

"He's fine, now hush."

"Yeah, Daddy, the movie's on." Eddie's eyes bulged from being sassed by not only his son but also his childhood friend. As the evening progressed, he kept stealing glances at the two of them. From the way Y/N would rub Ronnie's stomach to how they would occasionally whisper and giggle with each other, his emotions were all over the place. As the rain continued to beat against the roof, Ronnie eventually gave in to sleep. When the credits finally rolled, he was sleeping contentedly on Y/N's lap, her hand rubbing over his tummy soothingly.

"That kid usually has to be dragged kicking and screaming to go to bed," Eddie commented as he gingerly reached over to take Ronnie from Y/N. She grinned as she handed him over, stretching her arms above her head once he was safely in his father's arms. "Hey, once I get him in bed, would you be up for a movie?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure. Do you have anything I could change into?"

"I've got you, be right back." Y/N watched as he disappeared down the hallway into Ronnie's room. To be honest, when she had run into Eddie on her first day back in town, she had expected it to be awkward. After all, they hadn't seen each other in ten years. Yet, in the two months they had spent reconnecting, it felt like no time had passed at all. They quickly fell back into their dynamic, which had been created over numerous sleepovers and hangouts during their childhood. When Eddie returned to the living room he held up a clothing item in each hand.

"Okay, so the boxers are old and very stretched out, but they're clean, and the shirt was a gag gift from Henderson."

"Gag gift?" she asked, and had to bite her lip when Eddie unfurled an oversized shirt that had "Virginia is for Lovers" emblazoned across the front. "That is amazing."

"Go change; I'll pick the movie. Horror okay?" Y/N nodded as she shuffled into the bathroom. Eddie hummed to himself as he tried to pick a movie for them to watch. He was mentally preparing to keep his cool when he heard the bathroom door open a few minutes later. Whatever composure he had quickly flew out the window when he saw her adorned in his clothes, and she looked at him expectedly as she waited for him to say something. "Um, everything fits ok?"

"Yeah, the boxers are a tad tight around the thighs, but it's no biggie. Now, what are we watching?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I haven't seen "The Thing" in ages."

"Fuck," she chuckled as she sat back down on the couch. "I think the last time I saw it was with you." Eddie popped in the video and sat next to Y/N.

"Well then, let's get to it, shall we?" The movie started, but it wasn't long before Eddie and Y/N started talking. Old inside jokes and stories passed between them, quickly resulting in giggles that they tried to keep quiet so they wouldn't wake Ronnie. When the movie ended, they kept talking, the rain becoming static noise as their conversation moved to their love lives.

"Wait, he cheated on you?" Eddie asked incredulously as Y/N took a sip from her beer.

"Yeah, had a side piece for like two months before he finally had the balls to break up with me. You want to know something funny?" Eddie shook his head as he watched her settle into the cushions more, a sigh leaving her lips. "I wasn't even that mad about it."

"You'd been with the guy for over the year, and he cheated; I'm shocked you didn't set his car on fire. Fuck, Jason Carver started that rumor about you sophomore year, and you took a bat to his headlights." Y/N giggled at the memory.

"I also told the cheerleading team he had a micro-penis, but that's not the point. And don't get me wrong, it sucked that he didn't have the balls to just break up when he realized he didn't want me anymore. But, in the end, I wasn't angry like I thought I would be."

"You were together a while, though." Y/N sighed as she thought over her response.

"When I was little, I remember asking my Mom why she married my Dad. She said it was because she felt this spark every time she saw him; she said she knew from their first date that he was the one for her. Over a year with Daniel, and I never once had that feeling." She paused as she turned to look at Eddie. "Did you ever feel that way with Ronnie's mom?"

"Veronica?" asked before running a hand over his hair, letting out a heavy sigh as he thought about his son's mother. "We weren't together long before we found out she was pregnant, we hadn't been very serious before, but since there was a kid on the way, we decided to give it a shot. Turns out we were two puzzle pieces from two different puzzles."

"When did she leave?"

"Left when Ronnie was 3 months old. Said motherhood wasn't for her, and she felt it would be best if Ronnie didn't grow up with a Mom who resented him." Y/N nodded in understanding before letting out a loud yawn. "Alright, that's enough sad shit for tonight. Let's call it a night."

"Just toss me a pillow and blanket, and I'll be fine out here."

"Or," Eddie started with a hopeful gleam in his eye. "We could make this like old times, and we can share my bed." She raised an eyebrow at him, and he put his hands up defensively to plead his case. "I know what you're thinking, but we won't be crammed on a double like old times. I upgraded to a Queen and," he paused as he let out a puff of air. "would be nice to have someone else in the bed, you know?" The air was tense for a moment, but it disappeared for Eddie when she gave him a sleepy smile and motioned for him to lead the way.

Eddie's room was different now that he was an adult. The bed was on a frame instead of the floor, and the tan-colored walls had pictures of Ronnie and Wayne instead of metal band posters. He had a tall dresser, and above it was a small bulletin board covered in concert tickets and wristbands. It was surrounded by Corroded Coffin fliers for The Hideout, where the boys still played when they had the time. Y/N stood quietly in the doorway while watching Eddie pull back the comforter.

"Alright, any preference on a side, m'lady?"

"I'll take the right side. And I swear to God, if you dutch oven me, I’m gonna punch you right in the dick."

"Holy shit. I did that once, and in my defense, it was over 15 years ago."

"It was traumatic. Smelled like a sumo wrestler took a dump on a burning pile of hair." She giggled as Eddie tossed a pillow at her.

"The fuck it did; it was not that bad."

"Well, it didn't sell like sunshine and roses either!" Her giggles stopped as they both stood on opposite sides of the bed. He looked at her like he wanted to say something, and she found herself unable to look away as she returned his gaze. It was over in a second as he shook his head and motioned for her to climb in.

"Fair warning, Ronnie is an early bird and will likely be in here at an ungodly hour."

"Thanks for the warning," she replied as she yawned, feeling sleep calling for her as she savored the perfection that was Eddie's bed. Their backs were towards each other as he leaned over and turned off the bedside lamp, the only light now coming from the slivers of moonlight through the window. Just before she succumbed to sleep, she heard Eddie's soft voice in the quiet of the room.

"Night, Y/N."

"Night, Eddie."

It started when she heard crying in her dreams, but what fully woke her was Eddie getting out of bed. It was only then that she realized the crying was coming from Ronnie's room. She followed him, Ronnie's cries pulling at her heart as she wondered what could have possibly haunted him in his sleep. She stood in the doorway of his room, watching Eddie with Ronnie in his arms.

"Come on little man, it's okay. I've got you, bud." Eddie ran a hand over his son's back as he paced the room, pausing when he saw Y/N in the doorway. "Shit, I didn't mean to wake you." Before she could respond, Ronnie realized she was in the room. Fidgeting in Eddie's hold, he held his arms out for Y/N. Eddie saw a look of shock take hold of her, but it was gone in a flash. Before he could blink, she had Ronnie's small body against her chest as she started cooing in a soothing voice.

"Now, what has you crying so hard, huh?" Y/N rubbed Ronnie's back as his sobs began to turn to soft cries. She turned to exit the room, and Eddie followed like a sailor caught by a siren. He watched as she walked past the living room into the kitchen. She pulled a carton of milk from his fridge, now holding his son on her hip as if that was where he was always supposed to be. "Eddie, where do you keep your glasses?"

Snapping out of his trance, he shuffled across the kitchen to stand behind Y/N. He reached up to open the cabinet, a hand on her shoulder as he pulled down three glasses. He watched as she lined them up before opening the milk jug and pouring it until all three glasses were full. She motioned to the microwave, and Eddie nodded. As he set the timer Y/N placed Ronnie on the counter and cradled his face, her thumbs gently wiping his tear-stained cheeks.

"Wanna tell us what woke you up?"

"We were at the park, and I couldn't find you or daddy when it was time to go. I kept yelling, but you weren't there." A new round of tears was about to fall, but she simply smiled as she took Ronnie's hands in hers.

"Don't cry, your Daddy and I are right here. See?" Ronnie looked from Y/N to his father, and Eddie gave him a small smile and wave as the timer for the microwave went off. Eddie brought the glasses over, and Y/N took one and held it to Ronnie. He took it and looked up at Y/N.

"What's this?"

"When I was little and I had bad dreams, my mom would give me a glass of warm milk. Then we would turn the TV on and watch it until I got sleepy. Sound like something you would be interested in?" Ronnie nodded as he lifted the glass to his lips. Y/N and Eddie did the same, and when they were done, she lifted Ronnie from the counter and carried him to the living room. "Your dad will find something good for us to watch, right?"

"Comfort TV, coming right up." Y/N sat with Ronnie's little head against her chest, her hand running over his back as Eddie found a rerun of The Addams Family on Nick at Nite. From his spot crouched on the floor, so many thoughts ran through his head as he watched Y/N comfort his son; he couldn't quite catch what they all were. But despite the late hour, he knew deep down that it felt right.

It took almost an hour for Ronnie to fall asleep, and by the time he had, Y/N was leaning heavily against Eddie's arm. She had spent nearly the entire time talking to him softly and rubbing his back. Eddie shut the TV off as Y/N carefully walked to Ronnie's room. She carefully placed him in his bed, covering him with his blanket before she ran her hand over his soft brown hair. Content that he would be asleep until the morning, she stood and noticed Eddie watching her from the doorway. He was wearing the same expression he'd had before they'd gone to bed. She gave him a soft smile before walking past him to his bedroom.

She heard Eddie close Ronnie's door, but before she reached the bed, she felt his hand on her wrist. She turned and, seeing his expression, her brows furrowed in curiosity as he pulled her closer. She called his name but lost her voice when he raised his hand. It cradled her jaw, his thumb running over her cheek as his eyes bore down. He lowered his head, and without saying a word, he pressed his lips to hers.

Y/N had wondered multiple times growing up what it would be like to kiss Eddie Munson; she figured that just came with having a best friend of the opposite sex. But as his other hand came to cradle her face, she realized that this moment was miles better than anything her schoolgirl imagination could concoct. Her eyes closed as his lips trailed to her cheeks, followed by her nose and forehead. She felt her heart racing when he rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you."

"Eddie,"

"Since I was 10 years old. Fuck," he chuckled as he reached down and took her hands. "I think I loved you before I even knew what that was." The room was quiet as they stood there in the dark, and Eddie wondered if he had royally screwed everything up because she wasn't saying anything. Then he felt her thumb run over the back of his hand.

"You didn't say anything," she said softly. Her eyes now were looking into his. "You let me leave for Chicago without saying anything."

"I know. Hands down, one of the worst moments in my life was watching you drive away."

"But why?" she implored. "Why wouldn't you say something?" Eddie sighed as he looked down at the floor. He only spoke when he felt her squeeze his hand.

"You were always better than Hawkins, better than me. You were destined for fancy dinner parties where assholes like me just serve the drinks." Eddie was no stranger to rejection in his life; he often wondered if it was just a part of his DNA at this point. Then he felt her hand cup his chin, forcing his face to look at her.

"It's sweet you think so highly of me, but I don't want any of that, not if you're not next to me to enjoy said drinks." Before Eddie could respond, she pulled his face down and kissed him. His hands found their way to her hips, her shirt bunching in his hold when she pressed her tongue against the seam of his lips. There was no rush, no hurry as they kissed in the dark. Eddie felt what Y/N's mother had talked about, a spark he could only hope she felt in return. When she pulled her lips away, he pulled her body closer. He pressed his nose into her neck as she ran a hand over his hair.

"Let's go out on Friday."

"A date?" she asked hopefully. She felt him nod as she felt him inhale deeply.

"A proper date, the one I should have asked you on in high school," he said as he rose to his full height. "It's been a while since Ronnie's had a sleepover at Wayne's; we'll do dinner and a movie; what do you say?"

"Pick me up at 7, and you have yourself a deal." Eddie beamed down at her before leaning down to steal another kiss.

"We'd better get some sleep before my demon spawn wakes us up at an ungodly hour." Y/N chuckled as they both climbed into the bed. Instead of sleeping back to back, now she was curled into Eddie's side, her head on his chest and her arm slung over his torso. The feel of his fingers tracing over her arm made her eyes droop, and as she drifted off into sleep, she could faintly feel his lips on her head as he whispered unheard words to her.

Eddie woke when the sun from the window moved over his face. He first noticed that his arms no longer held Y/N, and he wondered for a brief moment if it had all been a wonderful dream. But then he felt a slight movement to his left. Y/N was sleeping on her side, facing him, and between them was Ronnie. His son was sprawled on his back, his sleep shirt had ridden up to show his stomach, and his tiny hand was holding onto Y/N's even in sleep. He knew in an instant that was what he wanted to wake up to every day for the rest of his life.

Tonight, when Wayne came to visit, he was going to ask for his grandmother's ring. Eddie knew he wasn't the smartest guy in the world, but he was sure of this. He was going to make Y/N his wife before the year was out.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson

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mitchellpete · 2 years

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Be My Angel

summary: Maverick is drunk and in love with you. You’re the only person Goose trusts to care for him. Mav just wants to finally be close to you.

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x f!reader

tags/warnings(?): mav is really drunk, goose playing matchmaker, friends to lovers, mav finally flirting with you, slightly suggestive bit, sexual tension if you squint?, one (1) gendered term which is why i went with f!r [gn everywhere else]

word count: 3.2k

A/N: titled after the song be my angel by mazzy star! request guidelines here. ツ❤

If there’s anything you’ve gotten used to since moving to San Diego, it’s definitely the sound of the waves outside your window. They’re especially loud at night, but you’ve discovered some comfort in the thunderous crashes and the way they lull you to sleep every night. It’s like that now; your eyes droop with sleep but you’re determined to get through a few more quick chapters of the book you’ve been dying to finish for the past month. Curled up on your couch, you disregard the noise, letting it blur and sink to the back of your mind as your eyes move along the pages.

Despite your eyes begging for rest, you manage to finish one chapter and then suddenly you think of your bed and how warm and cozy it must be right now. You think about the wind outside, how in the morning it’ll still be a bit breezy but you’ll be able to sleep in and stay warm under the covers. You close your book, eager to sink into your mattress but the thought halts the second you set it aside, something suddenly off about the usual noise from outside.

Waves, wind, somebody talking.

A car door slamming.

It’s just past midnight and somebody’s outside. Your eyes widen at the realization, your guard going up.

Tip-toeing to the window, you suck in a breath and carefully pry one of the bottom blinds open, peering out at the noise. Your eyes light up at the sight of Goose’s Bronco, but then you’re confused as you watch him fumble with something in the passenger seat. His back to you, you squint at the sight of his lanky frame bent over the lowered window, and when he finally moves to get the door open, you realize he isn’t alone.

You watch as he helps Maverick off his car, the shorter man’s arm awkwardly around his best friend’s neck as he staggers towards the steps to your porch.

Is there something wrong with him?

You let go of your blinds, nearly tripping as you rush to the door. Swinging it open, the cool wind immediately nips your skin as they both look up; Maverick looks hazy.. a faint, crooked smile on his face, and Goose is just relieved to see you.

“Oh, hey, you.” He flashes you a cheeky grin. “Can you believe he couldn’t get his own seatbelt off just now?”

Mav looks dumbfounded as he looks at you, and, with a slightly hoarse voice, says, “Hey.”

He’s drunk.

A gentle laugh escapes you. “You guys scared me.”

“Sorry. I know it’s late,” Goose says, his free hand scratching the back of his head as the other holds onto Mav’s shoulder. “..D’ya mind if I leave him here tonight? I’ll make it up to you.”

“I don’t mind,” you mumble, a smile tugging at your lips as warmth envelops your cheeks.

Goose happens to notice and cocks an eyebrow, but his playful smile remains. “He kept mentioning you at the bar—” he says, guiding Mav up the four steps to your deck. Mav is on his left side, the side closest to you, and his lazy smile gets a tad bit wider at the sight of you suddenly so near him. “—and then I remembered he likes your couch.”

Your smile widens this time.

It’s not the first time Goose drops Maverick off at your door late at night, and it’s certainly not the first time he hints at Maverick’s very obvious crush on you.

You think back to the look on Mav’s face the first time Goose cracked a joke—a few weeks prior at the bar, the night he'd decided to bring his polaroid camera. You’d brought a friend from school, and you remember giggling with them when Goose demanded to take your picture after a couple of drinks. With your friend on one side and Mav on the other, you posed happily, only to snicker like little kids when someone bumped into the photographer, seemingly ruining the picture. You remember Goose turning to yell asshole! at the passerby, but then smiling at the sight of the polaroid. It was a bit blurry, but it’d managed to capture your laugh and Mav looking absolutely captivated next to you.

It’d been Goose’s turn to snicker. “It’s perfect. Mav’ll wanna hang it up in his locker so he can finally look at you all day.”

What seemed like one of Goose’s nonchalant jokes instantly turned Mav’s face bright red.

You thought you’d known Mav pretty well by then, but there never came a witty reply and he didn’t glance your way for the rest of the night. You were confused. Did he really like you? And if he did.. was he embarrassed about it? He could get anybody he wanted—he certainly had the charm and experience for it… yet there he had been beside you, avoiding your eyes as if unsure of himself. It was the first time you’d seen him like that.

A few nights later came the second time. He had been drunk then too—not as badly as tonight, you thought—but Goose’s son had gotten sick in the middle of the night, and your house was a faster drive from the bar. Mav had spoken to you about his father, his eyes glossy, and then ended up curled up on your couch.

Looking at him tonight, your eyes soften. “Wanna come in?”

He nods and you lead him inside, but remain by the door.

Goose steps forward and leans an arm against your doorframe, a mischievous look on his face as Mav wanders into your home. The stupid smile on Mav’s face makes Goose snicker, and you’re playfully shaking your head at the both of them.

“If you could just let him crash on your couch,” he says, his hand coming up to softly pat your cheek. “I’d appreciate it.” You cock your eyebrow at him as his hand drops, and suddenly his eyes widen, hands going up in defense. “Not playing matchmaker this time,” he insists, glancing at Mav over your shoulder. “He really is drunk.. and I know he’ll be safe here tonight.”

You laugh. “You’re protective of him. It’s cute.”

“Yeah, well..” He shrugs, and then looks straight into your eyes. “I know him too well. Know what’s good for him.”

You can’t help yourself. “And you mean.. me?”

Goose thinks for a second. “I mean.. you’re the first person he likes that I’ve ever seen him get nervous around,” he says. “He must really like you if he’s not trying to—”

“GOOSE!” Mav’s sudden yell from inside makes the both of you flinch.

“Yeah, buddy?” Goose’s face is instantly wiped with innocence, his eyebrows raised and his lips sucked in.

A short pause. “...My—where's my bike?”

Goose turns to you, his voice hushed. “Already went through this with him. Just tell him I took care of it.” He starts taking a few steps back. “I gotta go. I miss my wife.”

You nod, suddenly remembering how cold you’d gotten. “..‘Night Nick. Say hi to Carole for me!”

You watch as he jogs back to his car—“Will do!”—before you step back into the comfort of your home—a hand on the door as you wait to see him drive off.

The waves seem to be quieter the second you’re alone with Maverick. All you hear is his incoherent mumbling coming from the living room, and you start to wonder how much he could have possibly drank.

He’s standing in front of the wall, squinting at your picture frames. Exhaling, you walk past him to gather the book you’d left there, and the glass of water you’d had on the coffee table. You refill it in the kitchen and add a straw, and he turns to look at you when he hears your steps again.

“Here, Pete. You need to drink water.”

He looks at the glass, and then back at you. You realize he should probably sit when he starts to take it.

“Wait—” you stop him. “Can you sit? Couch is right there.” You place a hand on the TomCat patch on his arm, gently nudging him towards it.

He doesn’t stumble, but his steps are awkward as he walks. A smirk paints his face when he sits back against the cushions. “You’re taking care of me?”

You offer him the glass. “Well.. you’re drunk again.”

He’s staring at it again before he takes it. “..‘m not that drunk.”

“You’re not?”

He shakes his head. “Goose j–..just thinks he’s funny,” he says matter-of-factly, sticking the straw in his mouth.

You giggle at him. “You don’t think Goose is funny?”

“Nope.”

You watch him as he sips and he looks.. almost delicate. His cheeks are tinted pink, and his eyes, despite looking heavy on his lids, seem bigger and rounder than usual. His lips look wet and puffy when they let go of the straw, and you swallow hard at the sudden thought of kissing him. What it would feel like.

God, you wanna kiss him so bad right now.

You shake your thoughts with a tired sigh as you reach for the glass. “Give it to me,” you tell him softly and he hands it to you. “Let me take your boots off.”

You have to move the coffee table just a bit for room, and after placing the glass on it, you sink to your knees beside his legs. Maverick just watches as you lift the bottom of his Levi’s, your hands gentle as you scoot the material up past his boot. When your fingers reach his skin, it’s almost like he flinches, and then suddenly he’s unable to sit still, his legs fidgeting as you wrap a hand around the back of his heel. The boots are a snug fit—you wonder if his feet ever get tired of them. You pull, but the boot doesn’t budge. Maybe it’s the angle, you think. Maverick’s still watching, his two front teeth visible from his slightly opened mouth. You’re smiling as you tug again, but his boot refuses to come off. It’s definitely the angle, so you move.

You’re in between his legs now.

And he’s fidgeting even more.

“Pete, can you.. try pulling your foot out as I tug your boot forward?” you wonder, hand around the back of his heel again.

He gives you a faint nod. So you tug again, and though the boot still doesn’t come off, it does move.

“C’mon, Pete, just a little more. Just pull your foot out.”

He suddenly thinks it’s funny; a smile spreads on his lips and he starts giggling. If he wasn’t so cute, you’d almost get impatient.

It takes two more tugs to finally get the boot off, and you take a quick second to regain your strength. He watches as you hold the boot in your hand, inspecting the design for the first time, and his breath visibly catches in his throat when you finally set it aside and look up at him.

“Same thing for the other one, okay?”

He’s fidgeting again, his lips suddenly dry. You watch his fingers grasp around a loose part of the material of his jeans on his upper thigh, and he squeezes. “Y–.. you look so pretty.. right there.”

Oh.

Warmth fills your cheeks again, and you have to look away. You hope he doesn’t notice how flustered you’ve suddenly become, but then again you don’t think he’s in any condition to tell.

“You think so?” You try to act nonchalant as you grab his other boot, your stomach doing flips.

“Mmhm.”

A big tug. He’s distracted, still just looking at you, and the boot doesn’t move. “Remember to pull your foot out,” you remind him.

The second tug gets it out.

He said you looked pretty… right there.

Cheeks still warm, a smile tugs at your lips as you gather both boots and set them by the coffee table. Maverick’s eyes never leave your frame, even as he reaches for the glass of water again.

“Wait, actually.” You stop him. “Take your jacket off.”

Dropping his arms, he’s giggling again, and your knees go weak at the crinkles that form beside his eyes. “Yes… ma’am.” He leans forward as he reaches for the back of the jacket. Trying not to laugh, you watch as he pulls the end of it, even with his arms still in the sleeves. Oh, he can’t possibly be this drunk.

When his method doesn’t seem to work, he leans back again and shrugs, a teasing glint in his eye. With a dramatic sigh, he mumbles, “I.. can’tgetmyjacketoff.”

You realize what he’s doing, and you can’t help but let him.

“Let me see.” You playfully roll your eyes as he grins at your response, and he scoots forward again. He looks almost excited for you to touch him—his eyes follow your hands as one reaches inside and the other grips the end of his sleeve. Grabbing his tricep, you pull his arm out of the sleeve, and you swear your face starts to hurt from how wide you’ve been smiling at his absurdity. You grab the now empty sleeve and easily (but gently) pull off the rest, revealing his usual white tee.

You hope his jeans aren’t too uncomfortable to leave on. You consider joking that he should bring some of his sleepwear next time, but only bite your lip as he grabs the glass again for more water. His mouth easily finds the straw, and you’re staring at his lips again.

He starts sipping, his lips stretched into a smile as he stares back.

Your thumb smoothes over the material of the jacket.

There’s a small, nearly empty closet in the living room, and you decide to hang his jacket in there. Mav’s straw is making noise now that he’s nearly finished with his water. You wonder if he’s tired; you’d forgotten how heavy your eyes had felt earlier. Closing the closet, you move to the one in the hallway to retrieve a blanket for him—the same one you’d given him the last time he was here. He suddenly pops up behind you, quietly somehow, and slurs something about needing to use the bathroom.

Stepping aside, you let him stagger down the hall.

“You need help in there too?” you tease.

He reaches the door and swings it open, his hand slapping against the wall to look for a light switch. “Yeah.”

Chuckling in amusement, you retrieve the blanket and move back to the living room.

The light switch clicks on after a couple of seconds, and you focus on moving the cushions around so that he’s comfortable when he returns. The scent of his cologne lingers where he’d been sitting, and you silently hope it remains even after he leaves tomorrow. You lay the blanket over where he’d lay, and then run past the slightly cracked open bathroom door to your room for the spare pillow you had. You’re setting it at the head of the couch when he makes it back.

He looks cute in just his socks. His hair is somehow a bit disheveled—you assume he ran a hand through it, and his eyes are red now. He’s obviously exhausted.

You pat the couch. “Lay. You need to rest so you can feel better quicker tomorrow.”

He listens, his face still flushed, and you give him room to lay down. “Can I get a g’night kiss?” he mumbles as he passes you, and your face feels hot again.

Trying not to make a fool of yourself, you rush to the kitchen to refill his glass of water, and when you return he’s plopped himself down on his back, on top of the blanket.

“You need to sleep on your side, okay?” you tell him, gently pulling the blanket out from underneath his legs, and then over them.

He seems nearly out of it now, but nods faintly again. When he switches positions, his eyes are closed but he buries his nose into the pillow and breathes in. You decide to be brave and lean in to kiss his cheek. Just because he asked.

His skin is warm against your lips and his scent fills your nostrils, and you almost wanna give him a second one. His eyes are still closed, however, and you step back to let him finally rest. Gathering a few of your things to head to bed, you stare at his face. You’re glad he’s relaxed.

Just as you begin to walk out, he stops you.

“Pillow smells like you,” he murmurs, and his eyes open again after a few seconds. He buries his nose into the pillow again, and then lifts his head just a bit, proceeding to say something completely incoherent.

“What?”

For a split second, you see a twinge of sadness in his eyes.

It’s the third time you've seen that look.

And then he says it so clearly: “Stay with me.”

You blink. “Stay with you here?”

He nods, and then pats the couch. “J–st.. here.” He rests his head back on the pillow, his voice quiet. “I.. wannabewithyou.”

You could cry. You nearly do as he closes his eyes once more, and then you’re thinking of his lips again. Why you hadn’t thrown yourself at him before tonight was beyond you. You think of what Goose had said earlier—nobody had ever made Mav nervous the way you do. Maybe, just maybe.. you had been subconsciously convincing yourself that it was too good to be true. And you’re suddenly so glad he got shitfaced tonight.

“Mav?” The nickname feels a little more personal; you speak it softly.

He opens his eyes.

“C’mon,” you say, your tone still gentle. “Come sleep with me.”

“Hm?”

You walk over, his eyes looking up at you as you extend your hand for him to take. “In my room. Couch isn’t big enough for the both of us.”

Though the exhaustion is still visible on his face, he suddenly smiles, taking your hand. His palm feels soft, just like his cheek did, and you can’t wait to feel the rest of him. Sleepily, he grabs the pillow and follows as you lead him down the hall and into your room.

He stands there for a moment as you fix the bed, making it as comfortable as possible the way you did the couch.

“You.. gave me a kiss,” he states, looking dumbfounded again.

“Mmhm.”

You crawl onto your mattress, kneeling towards the end of it to reach his hand. He lets you pull him close to you, and you give him a peck on the lips. A goodnight kiss.

He leans in for a second one.

All of him is softer than you ever imagined. Maverick instantly wraps his arms around you the second you get him into your bed, his strong arms firmly around your waist. Your back to his chest, you lean your head back into the crook of his shoulder, and you feel him press his face into your hair, breathing in again. It’s the most you’ve ever touched each other, but somehow it feels natural.

Moonlight seeps in through the window, blanketing over the both of you. You suddenly hear the waves again, and place a hand on his arm.

“You know I like you too, right?”

He doesn’t respond for a few seconds. It’s sinking in, maybe?

He sniffs. “I like you more.”

You’re laughing again.

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A Whole New World

Pairing(s): Rooster x Wife!Reader, with bits of Maverick x Penny and implied Hangman x Phoenix

Author’s Note: I was inspired to write this one after receiving an Anon message asking if I would ever write a more in-depth story about any of the Bradshaw children’s births. I decided to go with the story of Goose’s birth, since he’s their firstborn child. And that way I was also able to include a scene of Mav getting to meet Baby Nick for the first time!

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of labor and childbirth, some slight angst related to a challenging labor, drug-free birth (as an ode to my crazy mother, who gave birth to me and my siblings with no pain medication whatsoever), lots and lots and lots of Bradshaw fluff.

“Bradley.”

Despite the fact that it was nearly four o’ clock in the morning, you suddenly bolted upright in bed as you pushed the covers back and reached to flick on the lamp on your bedside table.

“Bradley, wake up!” you called out to your husband again, reaching over and prodding his bare shoulder with one hand. His skin was warm to the touch and you could tell from the light that was now slanting across his features that he was in a deep sleep. “Bradley!”

Startled out of his slumber, Bradley blinked a few times as he lifted his head off his pillow, gazing around the room as if trying to place where he was. As soon as the pieces clicked in his groggy brain, however, his eyes immediately opened wide and he sat up straight in bed.

“What is it, baby? Are you okay?” he asked in concern, his voice still thick with sleep as he rested a strong hand on your lower back, which had been aching these past couple weeks as you got closer and closer to your due date.

“Bradley,” you said for the fourth time, your eyes widening slightly and your voice catching as the reality of what you needed to tell him settled around you. “Honey, my water broke.”

As if to prove your point, you turned your attention downwards, where a quick removal of the covers had revealed a large wet spot on your bedsheets. You had thrown on one of Bradley’s old T-shirts to sleep in, so it was also more than apparent that your inner thighs were slick with what could only be amniotic fluid.

“Y-your—your water—oh. Oh. Okay, honey, okay,” he stammered, some of the ruddiness disappearing from his cheeks as he stared down at your glistening legs and the large stain on your dark sheets. “Okay,” he said again, suddenly compelled to jump out of bed as if your apartment had just caught on fire. He turned back to you immediately, cupping your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Okay, baby, don’t panic. Don’t worry. We’ve got this,” he told you, nearly tripping over himself in his effort to turn all the lights on in your bedroom.

Despite the rush of nerves that had come crashing over you the minute that you realized you were going into labor, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you watched your husband hurry back and forth across the room, tugging a pair of jeans on and searching for a shirt—any shirt—as he mumbled to himself about the route he needed to take to get to the hospital.

Bradley was prepared. He’d been prepared for weeks. The two of you already had your hospital bag prepped and sitting by the front door, ready to be snatched up at a moment’s notice. Bradley had even taken the time to figure out the fastest route from your apartment to the hospital, and had done several test runs over the past couple weeks. He was prepared. He was ready. But now that the moment was finally here, you could tell that for all his preparation, your husband was terrified.

But at least that made two of you.

Bradley had run out of your bedroom to snatch up the hospital bag and his car keys, shoving his wallet into his back pocket when he returned a few moments later. His eyes kept darting all around the room, as if he was running through a mental list in his head.

“Okay, baby, are you ready?” he asked, his gaze finally settling back on you.

“Um…” You glanced down at where you were still sitting in bed, having been too distracted by your husband’s frenzied movements to even consider climbing out of bed yourself.

“Oh God, baby, I’m an idiot. What am I doing?” Bradley chastised himself, shaking his head as he hurried over to your side of the bed. He slipped one arm around your waist and took your hand in his as he slowly eased you out of the bed, not letting go even once you were standing steadily on your own two feet. “Are you okay? How do you feel?” he asked, cupping your cheek with one hand and caressing your skin with the pad of his thumb.

“I feel—oh,” you suddenly gasped out, clutching at your swollen stomach. “Oh, Bradley. Bradley,” you moaned, gripping his arm roughly as your forehead furrowed in pain.

“What is it, baby?” Bradley demanded, his brown eyes lit with concern and worry as he gently eased you back down onto the edge of the bed.

“A contraction,” you said through gritted teeth, rubbing your hand over your belly as if that could ease the discomfort of the intense cramping that had suddenly seized you. Thankfully, the sensation started to pass after a few seconds, giving you an opportunity to catch your breath. “Okay, I think it passed. For now, anyway.”

“Are you sure?” your husband asked, resting his hand on your stomach and rubbing your bump tenderly.

“Mhm,” you nodded, stroking his arm affectionately. “But we really should get going. Can you help me put something on?”

“Of course,” Bradley replied, dropping another kiss on the top of your head.

Within a few minutes, Bradley had helped you into a loose-fitting pair of yoga pants and an oversized T-shirt, which were the only things you really felt comfortable in at this point in your pregnancy. Hefting your hospital bag in one hand and wrapping a protective arm around your waist, he led you out of your apartment and down to where the Bronco was parked and waiting.

Just as Bradley was helping you climb into the passenger seat, another contraction seized you, forcing you to suck in a surprised breath and squeeze his hand tightly.

“Okay, baby, just breathe,” Bradley encouraged soothingly, trying to do the same to help you through it.

This contraction seemed to last a little longer, but then passed in the same way the first one had.

“Alright, Baby B, I hear you,” you murmured softly, rubbing your belly with both hands after Bradley buckled you in. Taking a deep breath, you let your head fall back as your eyes closed. “You’re ready to make your big entrance. Just maybe give your mama a little warning next time, hm?” you teased, smiling as Bradley slid in behind the wheel.

“You hear that, Baby B?” Bradley asked, resting a hand on your stomach as he started up the Bronco. “Your mama is an angel, so you better not make this too hard on her,” he grinned.

You smiled back, your eyes crinkling as you gazed over at your husband—the father of your child and the absolute love of your life. As nervous as you were for all that was to come, you knew you could handle anything with this man by your side.

Before Bradley could put the car in drive, you reached over and rested a hand on his arm, stilling his movements. He turned to look at you, that look of absolute adoration that still took your breath away glowing in his eyes.

“This is it, baby,” you whispered, knowing this was the moment you had been waiting so long for.

You had always wanted to be a mother, and once you met Bradley, you knew there was no one else in the world you wanted to have a family with. This pregnancy hadn’t always been a walk in the park. It had been downright bumpy at times, especially in the beginning with your morning sickness and the worst of your perinatal anxiety. But Bradley had been by your side through it all, your champion and your biggest supporter every step of the way. You couldn’t wait to see him finally hold your child in his arms.

“This is it,” Bradley nodded, his eyes twinkling as he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it. “In case I don’t say it enough times today, I absolutely adore you, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he added with a crooked smile.

“That’s good,” you chuckled as he began to pull out and head in the direction of the hospital. “Because I absolutely adore you, too.”

Once you arrived at the hospital, everything felt like a blur. You’d had a couple more contractions on the ride over—they were measuring about ten minutes apart—and your hair and forehead were already damp with sweat by the time Bradley was getting you checked in.

You were thankful that as of right now, you were the only patient in your hospital room, which made you feel less self-conscious about the low groans of pain you were letting out every few minutes. Your obstetrician, Dr. Russo had arrived at the hospital a half hour earlier, and she and the nurses were regularly checking your vitals and carefully monitoring the progression of your labor.

“You’re two centimeters dilated right now,” Dr. Russo had told you when she’d been in the room five minutes ago. “So we still have a bit of a way to go. But don’t let yourself get stressed. You’re in active labor now, so things can pick up right away at any time,” she’d assured you.

“If this is only two centimeters, the next eight should be a bucket of laughs,” you joked in a breathy voice, gritting your teeth as another contraction coursed through your body, putting a great deal of pressure on your lower back and pelvis, and causing your thighs to tremble.

“I know,” Bradley murmured sympathetically, standing beside your hospital bed and tenderly brushing your hair back with gentle fingers. “But you got this, baby. If anyone can do this, it’s you,” he said warmly, leaning forward and brushing his lips against your sweaty forehead.

“I sure hope so,” you smiled tiredly, slipping your hand into his and lacing your fingers together. You’d already been in the hospital for close to two hours and were feeling more tired than you had expected. Then again, your child had decided that four in the morning was the perfect time to kickstart the labor process.

“I’m going to be right here the whole time, honey. Right by your side,” Bradley assured you, squeezing your hand with affection. “Why don’t you try to get some rest while you can?” he suggested.

“Mhm, before another one of those contractions comes for me,” you laughed softly, letting your eyes drift closed. “Did you call Mav?” you asked, knowing Bradley had stepped out of the room momentarily while Dr. Russo and the nurses were checking on you.

“Mhm,” Bradley nodded, softly stroking your hair as you tried to rest your eyes. “I told him that it would be a while, but he and Penny insisted on getting here as soon as possible. They’re going to text me when they’re in the waiting room,” he explained. “I texted the Dagger group chat, too. They wish you all the best and want you to know that they’re very excited. Coyote seems to be under the impression that we need to celebrate the first Dagger baby in style, so God only knows what they have planned,” he added with a laugh.

“Oh my gosh,” you giggled, your laughter slowly melting into whimpers of pain as another contraction snagged you in its web, your back arching off the bed in a useless attempt to escape the intensifying discomfort.

“Oh, baby girl, I wish I could take the pain for you,” Bradley frowned, hating that there was nothing he could do to alleviate the growing agony you were in. “What do you need? What can I do?”

“My back really hurts,” you admitted, letting out a soft moan as you tried to shift your position slightly. “Do you think you could rub it a little bit?”

“Anything you need,” Bradley said, nestling down beside you on the edge of your bed and gently kneading his thumbs into the valley of your lower back.

“Right there,” you nodded, letting out a sigh of relief as your husband’s ministrations slightly eased the ache in your back, even if only momentarily.

“You know that you’re really incredible, right?” Bradley whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck as he continued to massage your spine.

“We’ll see if you still feel the same way when I’m a sweating, screaming mess blaming you for all my agony and demanding that you never touch me ever again,” you teased him in response, a smile touching the corners of your lips even as your body throbbed with aches and pains.

“Oh, I’ll feel the same even if you’re the sweatiest, loudest, meanest woman in this whole hospital,” Bradley grinned, nuzzling your neck affectionately and peppering your jawline with featherlight kisses.

“I love you,” you laughed, resting your head back against his shoulder as he continued to press his thumbs into your lower back.

“I love you right back, honey,” he murmured, kissing your cheek.

Bradley’s promise ended up getting put to the test as the hours passed by and your labor continued to progress slowly. Your pain, however, did not.

“Dr. Russo, she has to be more dilated than that,” Bradley insisted as you lay whimpering in bed, tears pricking your eyes from the force of another painful contraction. “Can you check again?”

Dr. Russo looked up at you and your husband sympathetically. After almost eight hours of labor, you were still only six centimeters dilated. The pain had intensified greatly over the past eight hours, however, and each of your contractions, which were now coming about five minutes apart, was more painful than the last.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Russo said, looking like she really meant it. “There’s no mistaking it. You still have another four centimeters to go before we can even think about pushing. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but these things take more time than most people think, especially the first time. Things are still progressing normally and your vitals and the baby’s look good.”

Before you could respond, another contraction passed over you. Reaching out, you clutched onto Bradley’s arms, your fingernails digging into his skin as you squeezed your eyes shut and did your best to breathe through it.

“Okay, baby, okay. Squeeze as hard as you have to,” Bradley encouraged you, gently rubbing your thigh with his free hand.

It was your longest contraction yet and when it passed, you lay back panting and gasping for air.

Dr. Russo bit her lower lip, glancing from you to Bradley and back again. “Are you sure you don’t want to change your mind about the epidural? There’s still time to administer it, but once the window closes, there’s no going back.”

You and Bradley had made the decision a couple months ago that you wanted to have a drug-free birth. Well, you had made the decision and Bradley had supported it.

“Whatever you want to do, baby. It’s up to you,” he had said.

Now, however, Bradley was gazing down at you with concern brimming in his dark eyes. “Baby, maybe we should think about—”

“No,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “I’m not changing my mind.”

Bradley leaned in closer to you, brushing a few damp strands of hair away from your temple. “Honey, the pain is only going to get worse from here and it kills me to see you like this. It’s okay to change your mind if you need to. I’ll support you no matter what you want to do,” he murmured gently.

“I don’t want the epidural,” you said firmly, looking from him to Dr. Russo. “I don’t want it. Thank you, but no.”

“I understand,” Dr. Russo nodded, checking the machines one more time and patting your arm softly. “I’ll be back in a little while.”

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Bradley asked with a smile of admiration once Dr. Russo had left the room. “But damn, am I proud of you.”

“You better be,” you told him, letting out a small huff of pain as you ran a clammy hand through your sweaty hair.

Bradley reached for one of the damp washcloths he’d been running under cool water in the bathroom sink, carefully pressing it to your forehead and mopping up the hot perspiration that had been beading on your skin.

“I am. You’re amazing, honey,” Bradley insisted, sliding the washcloth down your cheek and pressing it to your neck, wiping away the sweat and cooling your flushed skin. “Nothing I’ve done or will do can ever compare to what you’re doing right now, baby. You’re stronger than me in every sense of the word. Carrying our child. Bringing our baby into the world—that’s more important than any mission I’ve ever flown.”

You found yourself growing emotional at his words, tears welling up in your eyes and leaking down your cheeks.

“Aw, don’t cry, baby. Don’t cry,” Bradley soothed, thumbing your tears away and pressing soft kisses to your cheek and the tip of your nose.

“What if I can’t do this, Bradley?” you sniffled, some of the worries you’d been trying to suppress bubbling to the surface. “It’s been over eight hours and I’m barely even halfway there. What if I just can’t do this?”

“You can,” Bradley said firmly, dropping the washcloth so that he could cup your face with both hands. “Look at me, honey. You can do this. You’re going to do this. I believe in you so much, baby. And I’m going to be right here.”

You nodded your head slowly, squeezing your eyes shut as you rode through another painful contraction.

“I love you so much, my sweet girl,” Bradley whispered, stroking your cheek as he bent down to kiss you softly.

As you continued to dilate slowly over the next couple hours, Bradley did everything he could to alleviate your suffering. From massaging your back, to wiping your face, neck, and chest with wet washcloths, to running to get you as many ice chips as you needed, he was truly at your beck and call.

Though you had teased him earlier about yelling at him and swearing off ever letting him touch you again, you knew nothing could be further from the truth. You adored this man and every single thing he did for you proved why. He was the most selfless, generous, loving person you had ever known. You knew you wouldn’t have made it this far if it wasn’t for him.

At this point, Bradley’s cell phone kept buzzing repeatedly with demands to know how you were doing and “what the hell was taking so long,” according to Hangman.

Ignore him please, Phoenix had texted.

Mav, Penny, and the whole Dagger Squad had long since congregated in the hospital waiting room, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the baby. They’d have a while longer yet to wait. At the tenth hour, you were still only eight centimeters dilated.

“I’m so tired, baby,” you murmured in exhaustion as Bradley gently ran a cold ice chip along your dry bottom lip. “How the hell am I supposed to actually push after all this?” you questioned worriedly.

“You’ll find a way,” Bradley reassured you, dropping the ice chip back into the cup and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Think of what Mav always tells me—don’t think, just do.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, resting your hands on top of your belly. You could feel your child moving around quite a lot in there. “I feel you, you know. Feel free to make your way out any time,” you groaned, drawing your knees up as an excruciatingly painful contraction tore through you.

It wasn’t until you’d been in the hospital for twelve hours that Dr. Russo finally looked up at you from the end of the bed with a smile. “Guess who’s finally at ten centimeters?” she grinned.

“Oh, thank God,” you and Bradley both sighed at the same time, Bradley squeezing your hand supportively.

“It’s finally time to push, my dear,” Dr. Russo said, calling one of the nurses over. “Bradley, she’s going to need you now more than ever. You’ve got her?”

“I’ve got her,” Bradley nodded, one of his hands resting on your lower back and his other hand sliding into yours as you sat up slightly and leaned forward. “You’ve got this, baby. You’ve got this,” he whispered against your ear, kissing your cheek gently.

“Okay,” Dr. Russo murmured encouragingly, positioned on her stool at the end of the bed. “Okay, ready? Start pushing for me now,” she instructed, keeping a careful eye on the monitor capturing the baby’s heart rate.

Taking a deep breath, you began bearing down as hard as you could, maintaining a death grip on your husband’s hand as you gritted your teeth and tried as hard as you could to repress the scream burning the back of your throat. After a few seconds, you let out a gasp and collapsed back against the pillows.

“Good, good,” Dr. Russo nodded. “Again.”

Back and forth you went for the next several minutes, pushing as hard as you possibly could and then falling back against your pillows, struggling to catch your breath as each push became more cumbersome. You could feel your baby moving into position, but he was apparently still too snug or too shy to enter into the world outside your womb.

“Again,” Dr. Russo called out. “I can see the top of the baby’s head now.”

You sat up and tried to push, but it wasn’t quite hard enough this time. Letting out a whimper, you turned your head and looked up at Bradley. “I can’t,” you sobbed, your entire body numb from pain and exhaustion. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby. You can. I’m right here,” Bradley told you, looking deeply into your eyes. “Come on, baby. Another push. You can do it,” he said, his voice solid and encouraging in your ear.

As you bore down again, Bradley nodded. “There you go. That’s my girl,” he murmured as you let out a scream of agony.

“Almost there. A big push this time,” Dr. Russo instructed you, her hands waiting to catch the child she could see coming.

“You got this, baby girl. You can do this. You’re so strong,” Bradley whispered in your ear, holding you as close as he could. “Come on, honey. One more big push,” he said, squeezing your hand and supporting your back as you bore down once more.

You could feel something shift suddenly and it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest as your child suddenly came howling into the world, crying lustily and squirming vigorously.

Falling back against your pillows, tears streaming down your cheeks, you watched in amazement as Dr. Russo lifted your baby into the air, the umbilical cord still connecting the two of you as it had been for the past nine months.

“It’s a boy!” Dr. Russo exclaimed with a wide smile as the nurse immediately stepped in to clamp the umbilical cord.

Your heart melted inside your chest when you saw the look of pride and awe on Bradley’s face, tears streaming down his cheeks just as they were streaming down yours.

“A boy, baby,” he murmured in hushed amazement, bending down to kiss you thoroughly. “We have a son,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“Our son,” you cried happily, nodding your head as Dr. Russo and the nurse performed a quick physical assessment and cleaned your baby boy up, bundling him in a blanket before presenting him to you and placing him in your arms.

“He’s perfect,” Dr. Russo told you, smiling at you and Bradley. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Of course he is,” you cooed, your eyes glued to your son’s angelic face. “He’s ours.”

“We’ll give you a few minutes to get acquainted,” Dr. Russo laughed, ushering the young nurse out of the room to give your little family some privacy.

“He’s amazing,” Bradley breathed out, sitting beside you and tenderly stroking your son’s cheek with the tip of his finger.

Your heart felt like it might burst inside your chest as you gazed down at the little life that you and Bradley had created together. It didn’t seem possible that one heart could contain so much love. As your son blinked his eyes and looked up at you, his tiny hands reached up and wrapped around your finger and you immediately burst into tears.

“I love him so much,” you sobbed, lifting him in your arms and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I know,” Bradley nodded, swallowing past the lump of emotion in his throat. “So do I,” he said, gently cupping the back of your son’s head as you held him.

“Why don’t you hold him?” you suggested, tearing your eyes away from your child to look at your husband.

Bradley nodded slowly and you smiled as you carefully slid your newborn into his strong and capable arms, the arms that had held you and kept you safe for so long, and would now do the same for your baby boy.

“He’s so little,” Bradley said quietly, gazing down at him in wonder. He cradled his head carefully, holding onto him as if his life depended on it.

Grinning, you curled up against his side and rested your head on his shoulder so that you, too, could gaze down at your son, gently running a finger down his tiny nose and soft chin.

“You’re incredible,” Bradley told you, turning his head and dropping a kiss on your forehead. “Absolutely incredible. I told you you could do this. And I’m so proud of you.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you replied, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

“I love you so much,” Bradley whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Both of you,” he added, his eyes drawn back to the yawning baby in his arms.

“Oh, tired, are you?” you laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah. Me, too.”

“You better never think of giving your mama as hard a time as you gave her today, young man,” Bradley grinned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your son’s forehead.

Your son hiccupped at that, which made you both laugh.

A couple hours later, after you and the baby had gotten cleaned up and rested, you were feeling up for visitors.

Not a single one of your friends—the little family you and Bradley had surrounded yourself with—had left the waiting room. Bradley had gone out a while ago to let everyone know that you had a son and that you and the baby were doing well. They were all eager to see you both and insisted that they didn’t care how long they had to wait.

Since Dr. Russo had warned that you should take it easy, both for your sake and the baby’s, you and Bradley had decided to invite Mav and Penny in first.

“Congratulations, sweetheart,” Penny beamed, pressing a motherly kiss to your cheek. She stepped aside so that Mav could give you a kiss as well, taking the bouquet of flowers they’d bought for you out of his hands.

“Bradley tells us you did one hell of a job, kid,” Mav grinned, affectionately chucking you under the chin.

“Well, you know, he gave me some pretty good advice when it came time to push—don’t think, just do,” you laughed, your eyes twinkling with amusement as you looked up at him.

“See? That advice never fails,” Mav told Bradley, slapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bradley nodded, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “So do you want to meet the newest Bradshaw man or no?” he asked with a smile, walking over to the bassinet where your son was currently nestled.

“Hopefully he gets his looks from his mom,” Mav commented, throwing a playful wink over his shoulder.

“Oh, stop it,” Penny laughed, nudging him. “He’s very lucky to have two very good-looking parents,” she added pointedly.

“Alright, here’s our boy,” Bradley said proudly, carefully lifting the baby into his arms and walking him over to Mav and Penny.

“Oh, he’s gorgeous,” Penny cooed softly, reaching out to gently stroke his silky cheek.

Mav just smiled, his throat tightening as he gazed down at your son. Goose and Carole’s grandson. You and Bradley could both see the emotion he was trying to rein in.

“Do you want to hold him, Mav?” you asked in a gentle voice, you and your husband both smiling at him.

Mav nodded slowly, looking a little afraid to speak for fear of his voice cracking under the weight of the emotion brewing inside him. Penny rested a comforting hand on his back, rubbing slow circles along his shoulders.

Bradley slowly shifted the baby in his arms, transferring him carefully into Mav’s waiting arms.

Mav grinned down at your son, who blinked up at him calmly, his tiny mouth opening and closing as he reached out and wrapped a hand around one of Mav’s fingers. Your son had captured Mav’s heart from the moment he laid eyes on him.

“He looks like you, Bradley,” Mav chuckled, glancing up at your husband. He paused for a moment before adding, “He looks like your dad, too.”

Bradley smiled as he sat down on the bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We named him Nicholas,” he said, the both of you noticing the way Mav’s throat tightened once again as he nodded his head slowly.

“Nicholas Peter Bradshaw,” you added, glancing over at Bradley as you revealed your son’s full name, the name you and Bradley had decided on months ago in the event that your child was a boy.

Mav’s eyes widened at that and his mouth hung open in shock as he lifted his head to look at the two of you, Nicholas still carefully ensconced in his arms.

Penny covered her mouth with both hands, a few tears spilling out and trickling down her cheeks.

“Nicholas Pe—” Mav couldn’t even finish your son’s name before he was a bawling mess, holding the baby close to his chest and pressing an affectionate kiss to his forehead as he rocked him in his arms. “You didn’t have to. You didn’t—”

“Of course we did,” Bradley said, rising and moving to stand beside his father’s best friend, his uncle, the man who had been like a second father to him all these years. “We named him after the two best men I’ve ever known.”

“We love you, Mav,” you added, tears trickling down your own cheeks as you watched the scene unfolding before you.

Penny gave Bradley a tight hug, then took Nicholas into her arms so that Bradley and Mav could embrace one another tightly. Luckily, your phone was resting on your bedside table, so you were able to snap a shot of the sweet moment.

“Can’t forget about you, kid,” Mav laughed, wiping the tears from his cheeks as he walked over to give you a big hug as well.

The four of you sat together for a while, chatting softly and admiring Mav’s sweet new namesake. All of your heads turned at the sudden sound of noise in the hallway right outside your hospital room. It sounded like Phoenix’s voice.

“Jake, you can’t just—”

Suddenly the door opened and in barged Hangman, followed closely by Phoenix and the rest of the Dagger Squad.

“We tried to stop him,” Bob murmured apologetically, sliding his glasses up his nose.

“We’ve been waiting long enough, Bradshaw. We want to see the baby,” Hangman said bluntly, hands on his hips.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Phoenix muttered, shaking her head and covering her face with her hand.

“We brought presents though,” Coyote exclaimed, holding up a massive teddy bear and a model airplane. Payback and Fanboy were bringing up the rear with about twenty balloons in hand.

“Oh my gosh,” you laughed, covering your face with your hands.

“They wanted to do a flyover, so you should count your lucky stars that this is all they brought,” Phoenix grinned, shaking her head once more.

“So where’s the man of the hour?” Hangman asked, gazing between you, Bradley, Penny, and Mav until his eyes alighted on the baby in Mav’s arms. “Ah, there he is. The newest Bradshaw. As I live and breathe,” he grinned, walking over and slapping Bradley on the arm in congratulations.

Soon your hospital room was filled with the entire Dagger Squad, as well as twenty massive congratulatory balloons and toys your son was as of yet too young to fully appreciate.

Mav placed your son back in your arms and you held him up proudly for everyone to see. “Nicholas, this is the Dagger Squad. Dagger Squad, this is Nicholas,” you smiled, laughing as your friends all echoed their greetings.

The introductions didn’t last long, unfortunately. As soon as Dr. Russo returned and found all the visitors in your room, she immediately set about shooing them out. “I can tell he’s quite the celebrity, but you can all visit him once he’s home tomorrow,” she said, putting an end to all forms of protest with one sharp look.

“We’ll see you soon,” Phoenix said, blowing you a kiss as she shoved Hangman and the rest of the boys out of the room.

“Bye, darling. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Penny murmured, giving you one more kiss as she walked towards the door.

“Congratulations, you two,” Mav grinned, resting his hand on Bradley’s shoulder proudly and reaching down to take one of your hands in his. “I know your parents would be so proud of you,” he added, looking at Bradley.

It was Bradley’s turn to just nod and smile, a lump of emotion wedged firmly in his throat.

“Come on, Pete. Let’s give them some privacy now,” Penny smiled, holding out a hand to him.

Shooting a wink your way, Mav slipped his hand inside Penny’s and let her pull him out of the room.

Quiet descended once more as you and Bradley were left alone with your son.

“Can you bring him to me?” you asked, reaching towards the bassinet.

Bradley immediately went to get Nicholas, lowering him into your eager arms and curling up beside you in your bed.

“Isn’t it crazy?” you murmured softly, taking your son’s tiny hand in yours and pressing a kiss to it. “How much you love him already?”

“I don’t think it’s crazy at all,” Bradley smiled, wrapping his arm around you. “I love his mama more than anything, and now I love him more than anything, too. Makes perfect sense to me.”

You laughed at that, resting your cheek against Bradley’s shoulder. “The whole world just feels better because he’s in it,” you said quietly, enjoying this moment of peace—this moment of just you and Bradley and Nicholas.

“You’re my world, baby,” Bradley murmured, his lips brushing against your forehead. “You and Nicholas. It’s you and me. Us. Forever.”

“Forever,” you echoed your agreement, gazing down at the little angel who had somehow turned your whole world upside down and then made it right again.

The world was a brighter place now that Nicholas Peter Bradshaw was in it.

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