#and she completely ignored it and changed the subject this morning

[farfromharry]

sick of people ignoring my texts to send me their own, only to get mad at me when i don’t reply

#my one friend always does this #like i texted her last night about the simplest thing #and she completely ignored it and changed the subject this morning #so i havent responded and now shes getting mad at me?????? #its not that hard to give me a basic response

[monzamash]

not in the mood — carlos sainz

carlos sainz x you (femreader) | 1.9k summary – grumpy uncle Carlos is struggling on the extended family holiday and you will do anything to shake him from his bad mood. rating – 18+ (sex, language, google translated spanish) a/n – i’ve decided to collate the sentence starters i got for each driver so that we can get a bit juicer and i can do a little more plot with the smut lol masterlist

You could tell from the moment Carlos stepped off his father’s sailboat that he wasn’t happy. It was a look you’d seen before – typically after a bad race or when the vintage car he’d been working on in his workshop wouldn’t start; infuriated and overtired, two emotions he wasn’t capable of controlling. The vein bulging on his forehead told you to keep your distance while he cooled off, leaving him alone with his own thoughts. Hopefully simmering down.

“Is tio angry at us, tia?” Little Edgar asked, tugging on your long sundress as he watched his uncle storm off towards the resort without a word.

“He’d never be mad at you, cariño…” You replied quietly and brushed the young boys curls from his face, encouraging him to go play with his siblings in the water. But the question had to be asked.

“What happened out there?”

Carlos’ father simply shrugged and threw the cooler filled with bait onto the sand beside his wife, “He gets so worked up over nothing – frustrated with me, frustrated with the little ones. Desagradecida,” He muttered under his breath.

Carlos never got upset over “nothing”. Sure, he was competitive and easily annoyed by small things, pouting to you that something wasn’t right in his mind but storming off a boat after what was supposed to be a nice afternoon with his father and nephews? That wasn’t your Carlos and you stayed silent, not agreeing with Papa on this one.

“Well whatever happened, I’m sure he’ll be over it by dinner.” You sighed, willing your words into reality for the sake of the holiday.

His mother nodded in agreement, knowing that her son was never upset for long. Thankfully she changed the subject and sent her husband on a mission to get her another cocktail from the beach bar. You took the break in conversation to return to your suite where you assumed your husband was brooding alone, probably grumbling to himself in the otherwise silent room.

And you were right. As soon as you clicked the door open, you heard it. The unintelligible Spanish that he always used when he was angry – quietly cursing whoever was coming to ruin his peace and quiet. But you didn’t care if he was annoyed by your presence; you’d been together for long enough to sense what the other needed, especially if something was upsetting them.

He would've done the same for you.

“Don’t throw a pillow at me. I come in peace,” You said, rounding the corner and surrendering your power with your hands up beside your face.

He looked exactly as you expected; propped up against the bed head, thick black rimmed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trained on the book you’d gotten him from the market that morning. At first he ignored you, pretending to be completely immersed in the book he was reading. 

But the quick glance up in your direction was enough to make you smirk. The pout he had on his face when he breezed past you on the beach a few minutes ago was still there, shoulders tensed around his strong neck. The only difference now was that he was shirtless, gloriously tanned and looking painfully beautiful lying on the white linen sheets. You always compared him to a flawlessly chiselled statue, mouth-wateringly perfect in every way.

“You didn’t need to come at all.”

Okay, so maybe not perfect all the time.

“Well I came up because the boys were worried that they’d made you angry but I can’t imagine any scenario where that would be true…”

Carlos’ eyes snapped up to yours, his pout now a frown as he listened to your words. He felt a pang of guilt shoot to his heart as you sat down on the end of the bed, watching his brain tick over and finally realise the effect he had on the people he loved, his little carbon copies. He was Tio Carlos, after all. Their hero.

“Ay, they didn’t think I was mad at them?” He asked more as a question than a statement and you nodded – not to make him feel bad but because it was the truth. The bitter truth from the way his face dropped again, now sadder than before.

“Meirde,” Carlos mumbled under his breath, “I wasn’t angry at them – it was my father. He was shouting at them like he did to me when I was a boy… making them feel stupid so I told him to fuck off and he was not happy about that…” He trailed off, rolling his eyes with a huff.

“I’ll go down and see the boys soon but I just can’t be around him like this,” Carlos added and you understood. He was clearly fired up, fight or flight mode activated with the former winning out.

There weren’t many things that really got under Carlos’ skin but those kids meant more to him than anything. He was protective of them and seeing them being bullied like he was as a young boy triggered him – made him see red and although he was close to his father now, there was a lot of underlying problems that had never been resolved.

Obviously this was one of them but it would be a shame to let all of that pent up anger and aggression go to waste, you thought.

“Fair enough, honey,” You whispered and stood up, smoothing your long sundress out as Carlos went back to his book, “I’ll give you some space but I’m not wearing any underwear right now… Just thought you should know that.”

In true Carlos fashion, he didn’t even flinch at your words, not even a glance nor did he stop you from leaving at first. It wasn’t until your hand was gripping the door handle that you heard him yell out from the bedroom, “And where do you think you’re going then?”

His voice sounded hoarse, deep and tantalisingly sexy as you trotted back to where he was, now sprawled out on the bed and waiting for your return. The book he was seemingly so enthralled in when you left was still open but discarded as you crawled up beside it with a smirk, merely imitating the expression on his face as he watched you.

Eyes forever trained on yours, tempting you up onto his lap that he was patting. Your fingernails dragged along the exposed skin on his thighs that the short shorts weren’t covering, tanned and hairy. Strong and muscular, mind reeling from the things they could do.

Carlos was pouting when you leaned in closer to his face, telepathically sending signals for you to kiss him. It had been a rough afternoon but having you to take his mind of it well and truly made up for it. You smiled and pressed your lips to his, arms snaking around his neck as you settled onto his lap, letting the weight of the day melt into his touch.

His hands crept around your waist and naturally dropped lower to your backside that he was always mesmerised by. There was hardly ever a moment when you were alone that he wasn’t either touching it or gawking at it and you loved it. The attention, the physically touch – he had you wrapped around his finger, and him yours.

“Let your frustration out on me, baby.”

Your permission ignited something deep inside Carlos. A little spark in his eyes catching on as you pulled back and captured his stare, aroused by the darkness and the steeliness as he tugged you into his chest. He was groaning under his breath as you moved above him, stirring that feeling he couldn’t ignore and that you could feel between your thighs.

“Te quiero con todo mi corazón,” Carlos whispered as you reached up and removed the reading glasses from his beautiful face, peppering kisses all over his cheeks.

“I think you look so sexy in these but I don’t want to break them,” You confessed and he simply smirked as he lifted your hips up and pulled his shorts down, freeing himself from the tight material.

“I know you do, darling.”

You rolled your eyes and licked your palm before grasping his growing stiffness in your hand, delicately rolling your wrist to get him to where you needed him. It never took long and with all of the kissing and teasing you’d done to him all morning; Carlos was pretty much hard on sight. But you loved how big he felt in your hand and the way his eyebrows scrunched together when you gripped him a little too tight, a hiss slipping from his lips every time.

“Actually you look sexier like this,” You smiled and kissed him again as he started bunching up your dress, moaning as you continued to pleasure him, tease him. But he got you back, sliding his fingers through your slick and pushing two fingers into you without warning, jerking you forward over his shoulder.

“Oh my god!” You shouted, both hands now gripping the back of his head as he fucked you, knuckle deep and revelling in the fact that you were now on the receiving end of his pleasure.

“Shh, I can hear people in the other room, cariño,” Carlos whispered facetiously, voice taunting and secretly wanting everyone to know that he was the reason for your screams.

“Well don’t shove your fingers inside of me without warning and I would be quiet,” You snapped back before he hit that sweet spot, causing you to return to crook of his neck with a whimpering moan.

“Asshole.”

Carlos snickered at you waving your metaphorical white flag. He loved you taking control and that’s what you did once you sunk down on him, taking his thick cock all the way until you bottomed out. A low, raspy moan slipped from your throat when you felt him twitch inside you, hips snapping up in an attempt to get you to move.

“Don’t rush me, baby. You feel so fucking big… God, why do you feel so big?”

“Because I am huge,” Carlos shamelessly retorted, head titled back and watching squirming on top of him. You rolled your eyes and straightened your back; now feeling like you had a point to prove.

As you sat up, you pressed your hands to his chest, hips rolling achingly slow and taking full advantage of your position.

“Okay, with that kind of arrogance and the way you’ve been moping around all day, you’ve lost your touching rights, my love.”

You slapped his hands off your thighs and watched his eyes glaze over with lust, “Hands off.”

Carlos pouted and reached out with his grabby hands, “Ay, no, please. I have to touch you.”

There was a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips as he pleaded with you, and you could see right through his façade. Even with his unbelievably thick cock filling you to the brim, brushing against that spot deep inside you that would usually have you unravelling in a matter of seconds, you didn’t crack. Not even a little.

“Hands. Off.”

And with those stern words, Carlos simply laid back on the pillows and tucked his hands behind his head, watching as you gave him a show. He couldn’t have loved you any more than he did in that moment – for making him feel like his entire body was on fire and for remedying his bad mood.

You really were a miracle worker. And you were all his.

a//n – ayyyy, the first of the monzamash special! i'm so glad people sent in requests for carlos – he's so fun to write. the next one will either be charles or daniel so let me know if you have preference! and thank you all again for 700 followers x masterlist | askbox

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[munsonslove]

Make It Up to You

(18+ only) (read part 2 here)

summary: After Eddie’s van stalls when he tries to leave your party, you invite him to stay the night.

wordcount: 5.3k

tags/warnings: fem!virgin!sub!reader (18+ and a high school graduate), softdom!Eddie, fluff, smut, friends to lovers, praise kink, sharing a bed, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dacryphilia, teasing, begging, use of pet names (baby, babygirl, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie, good girl), no use of y/n

a/n: first fic! kinda set it up for a part 2, so let me know if you want one~

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, baby?” Eddie asks as he ever so slightly grazed his fingertips up your thigh. You think back to where you were at the start of your day and wonder how you ended up here.

-

After unexpectedly learning that morning you would be home alone for the entire weekend you wasted no time calling up all your friends and telling them to come over after dark. Most of them were your fellow band nerds at the high school you graduated from a month prior, along with a handful of tutoring clients that you had kept in touch with. The first person you called was your best friend of the past four years, Robin Buckley. She, of course, is more than excited to hear the news, and tells you she’ll cover letting ‘the gang’ know.

‘The gang’ she’s referring to is the rather surprising group of friends she’s accumulated this past year. Steve Harrington’s been around the longest, having worked with Robin at the ice cream parlor in the mall that burned down last summer, and now at Family Video. Though you were skeptical at first that spending time with the former King of Hawkins High would be enjoyable, you quickly came to see why Robin loved him so much. Your duo with her became a trio, and despite the sneaking suspicion that the two were hiding something from you, having him as a friend made you happier than planned. The next unanticipated friendly addition was Nancy Wheeler. You didn’t know much about her back in school, just that she was head of the newspaper and Steve’s ex. Getting to know her now, she’s impressed you with her tenacity and cleverness. It’s clear why someone like her would get along so well with your Robin, but you still wondered how this relationship even came to be. Whenever you questioned them they gave vague answers and changed topics, so you ultimately decided to just give up on the subject.

Then there was Eddie.

Eddie Munson may have been the most unpredictable out of all of them. Sure, being in the marching band meant you and Robin rolled with the outcasts, but he was a different breed of outcast. His bold personality- often resulting in causing scenes in the halls and outbursts in the cafeteria- has always intrigued you. And though most wouldn’t have suspected it from someone like you, you found his personal aesthetic very attractive. You didn’t live in a strict household by any means, but that was only because you never exhibited the type of rebellious nature that made it necessary. Still, the lure of loud music, drugs, and taboo role playing games (that may or may not have to do with Satanism) was too tantalizing to ignore completely. You often found yourself gazing his way during your time in school and daydreaming, even back in freshman year when he was a junior. Coming back from spring break to see your best friend laughing at her locker with the super-super senior of your desires was definitely a shock.

Pretty soon it was nightfall and your backyard was packed with 18-20 year olds drinking lukewarm beers, happy to have a distraction from their impending dooms of adulthood. Luck was on your side tonight, seeing as your neighbors to the left were out of town, and the ones to the right were so old they wouldn’t hear a fire truck’s siren if it was directly outside their window. The tape playing from the boombox was a mix specially curated by yours truly to appease as many party goers as possible. So while it included Bowie, Blondie, and Beatles, it also had Black Sabbath. Every time a song came on that you picked out with Eddie in mind he would lock eyes with you, throwing a knowing and toothy smile your way. The confirmation that something you did pleased him brought butterflies to your stomach, and filled your mind with ideas on how to see that smile again.

Just to be on the safe side, you still kept the music as low as you could without hearing complaints from anyone. And by anyone, you meant Eddie, who liked his radio blasting so loud he could feel his eardrums vibrate. He did, however, turn the volume down out of courtesy whenever he picked you up for group hangouts. The gesture of that alone caused your heart to flutter more than it should have, and left you feeling like you were floating in his passenger seat. Him placing his hand on your knee while he drove would always bring you back down to Earth, though, along with migrating the fluttering feeling to a different part of your body. Distracted by the memory of his skin on yours, you don’t notice him making his way over to you until you feel his arm snake its way around your torso.

He stays by your side the remainder of the night, even as the crowd starts to thin out by around 2am. You’re left completely alone with him when Nance and Rob get into Steve’s car and drive off. You try to tell him he doesn’t need to stick around to clean, but he insists and helps pick up the crushed aluminum cans and red solo cups from your lawn. It doesn’t take long, much to your disappointment, and the easy conversation and inside jokes come to an early end as you walk with him around the side of your house. You both drop the trash bags filled with proof of a successful night of partying on the curb by the garbage bins his van was parked next to, and he pulls you into a hug. With a kiss to the top of your head (a habit he picked up early on in your friendship), he says his final goodbye and slides into his front seat. You wait patiently to see him off, but the stalling of his engine puts those plans to rest. He gets back out, returning to your side with a sheepish grin and explains that his engine’s been acting up recently and he hasn’t had the chance to get a look under the hood quite yet. Just as he’s about to ask if you have a toolbox laying around somewhere, you suggest that he should stay the night, since it’s already so late anyway.

“You sure you don’t mind? I didn’t mean to back you into a corner or anything, baby,” he asks, using his favorite pet name for you.

You roll your eyes and scoff, “Of course I don’t mind. We’re friends!”

The word ‘friend’ brings a soft smile to his face that confusingly doesn’t reach his eyes. The reassurance does calm his nerves about intruding, however, and he allows you to lead him to your house. Once you're both a little closer, he walks ahead so that he can open the front door and gestures for you to enter first.

“So,” he starts as he shuts the door behind himself and locks it, “do I get a tour of your bedroom before you send me to the couch?”

The sudden surge of audacity you feel comes out of the blue. In the past, the only time you’d been this forward with Eddie was when you were at the very least tipsy, but neither of you had had more than a couple beers tonight. So it was as much to his sober surprise as it was yours when you responded, “You don’t want to sleep with me?”

His eyes widen, jaw dropping to bring his mouth to an ‘O’ shape, but he quickly recovered to his signature smirk. “Well I certainly wouldn’t say no to that,” he chuckles, tone dripping innuendo on the final word.

The implication of what you said hits you like a freight train, and you scramble to correct yourself. “I just meant- I don’t mind sharing the bed! The air conditioning in the living room isn’t as good as mine, and it’s such a hot night-“

“Relax, sweetheart,” he interjects, using his second favorite pet name for you. “I’m just teasing. Trying to make you blush.” You suspect he succeeded in his attempt, if the warmth in your cheeks has anything to say about it.

Turning on your light, Eddie takes in his surroundings. He skims over your music collection, runs his fingers along the spines of your books, laughs quietly at the small collection of stuffed animals you still had from when you were a kid. Usually you would have felt embarrassed, but his laughter held no malice. He wasn’t making fun of you, simply reacting. You waited for his comment about your cuteness- a common adjective he’d use that you’d at first confused as mocking until realizing he meant it as a compliment- but it never came. Your room is slightly chilly, but it feels good on your skin after spending hours in the humid summer air. It even wasn’t that messy, thankfully, and the inviting softness of your bed was tempting you like a siren call despite your doubt that you’d be able to get any sleep with Eddie laying beside you. The man in question catches your attention again, tearing you from your racing thoughts by pulling his t-shirt over his head and unbuttoning his jeans.

“I sleep in just boxers, is that a problem? I mean, you know I don’t have a change of clothes or anything,” he explains.

“Yeah, totally fine!” you assure, trying not to be too obviously excited by the view of his tattoos on full display, “No big deal. Like really, it’s okay.” Admittedly, the reassurance was more to convince yourself than him.

He nods and takes his pants off- balling them up and tossing them to the side, then pulls back your duvet and crawls into bed, leaving enough room for you to get in as well. He lays on his side, one of his hands supporting his head as he stares at you expectedly. His unabashed behavior while undressing soothed your anxiety slightly, encouraging you to yank down and kick off your own jeans. You make the choice to actively ignore Eddie’s amusement at your eagerness. Normally this is when your bra would come off, but you decided instead to just leave it on, nervous that removing said item would be viewed as a step too far. Turning off your light, you slide in under the covers next to the boy you’ve had eyes for since you were 14.

You only have a full size mattress, so although the both of you fit it was unlikely the night would pass without making contact. The thought of even accidentally feeling his touch in your bed, in the dark, with neither of you wearing pants… It was as exhilarating as it was terrifying. You didn’t know if you should hope for or avoid it. Logically, in the long run it would be better for your own well-being to not let yourself fall too hard for someone who only thought of you as a friend, so you chose the latter. You tried to give him plenty of space and hoped he didn’t notice your slinking away from him. He noticed.

“What’s wrong pretty girl? Scared to touch me?” he jokes. If only he knew the truth in his statement. You deny it with a curt head shake, and he shoots you an unimpressed look at the obvious lie. Knowing he wouldn’t drop it, you exhale a shaky breath and scooch more toward the center of the bed. He still persists though, and your mind short circuits when he leans in close to whisper, “If you’re not scared, how about you let me hold you?” 

He’s challenging you, and you’re not about to back down. You nod and roll over to face away from him before that little voice in your mind can tell you this is a bad idea. He wraps one of his arms around your torso- hand resting against the underside of your boob, his pelvis pressed firmly against your behind, and his leg found its way to be sandwiched between yours, thigh warm against your core. With the humiliating realization that there’s only a single layer of fabric between your growing wetness and his bare skin, you try to discreetly position yourself in a way where he might not be able to tell you’re practically dripping just from cuddling alone.

“Why are you squirming, baby?” he hums in your ear, breaking the silence in the room as he flattens his palm against the area just above your belly button and holds you tighter against himself. “Are you not comfortable?”

He’s not hard, but the thin materials of his and your underwear isn’t enough to stop you from feeling his length settle in between your ass cheeks. You hold back a moan and force out “I am comfortable, I just… Um…”

He props himself up on the arm that was previously under his head and scoots away just far enough that he can take your shoulder and roll you onto your back, urging you to look at him. The light of the streetlamps outside filter in through the thin slots of the blinds on your window and illuminate your face, allowing him to see you clearly. 

“Aw sweetie, you’re blushing so pretty for me,” he murmurs, bringing his hand up to stroke your cheek. With a start, you realize from the gleam in his eyes that he’s teasing you.

You angrily push his hand away and accuse him just that. He doesn’t even try to deny it. Throwing the blanket off of you, you sit up and glare at him. He simply says that he ‘couldn’t help it’, and that ‘you just kept getting cuter the more and more flustered you became’. 

“Is this a joke to you? I’m just some… some…” you struggle for the right words, clearly upset. “Some dumb girl for you to play around with when you know you have no intention of returning her feelings?” 

His teasing sneer immediately fades as he follows you into a sitting position. “No sweetheart. Believe me, I never saw you that way,” he promises, “You’re so important to me.”

Your annoyance dissipates, hope blossoming in your chest. “Do you swear?”

“On my guitar.” he replies, smiling with you when you let out a small chuckle. A moment of quiet passes, the both of you just looking at each other. His flirtatious tone returns as he lightly caresses your thigh and says, “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, baby?”

-

You’re brought back to the present when his hand on your bare thigh slipped underneath the hem of your baggy t-shirt and crept up the softness of your hips to pause at your waist.

“I could feel how hot you got against my thigh,” he whispers, dragging you closer to him then continuing the path of his hand upward until you could feel his calloused, guitarist fingertips along the underwire of your bra. “I could feel your pulse,” he practically growled, and you gasp out the air you were unconsciously holding, shocked by his statement. He pulls you closer even still, until you're nearly on his lap. His lips are almost touching your ear, and the hot breath released with his next words send a shiver straight through you. 

“Just say yes, baby. That’s all I need from you. A yes.” You turn to look at his eyes and see no trace of humor. 

“Yes.”

He removes his hand out from under your shirt so that he can take either side of your jaw. “If at any point you want me to stop, say the word and I will,” he tells you. Before you can question why you would ever want him to stop, he leans in and connects your lips.

The kiss is slow but firm, and you have to stop yourself from thinking about the women that frequent the Hideout on Tuesday nights, wondering if they have something to do with his supposed expertise. There’s no time for jealousy right now, not when Eddie’s brushing his tongue against your lower lip, wordlessly asking for entry. You grant permission, and when you feel the foreign muscle flexing next to your molars, you moan into his mouth. Eddie stops the kiss and laughs when that causes you to whine.

“Come here,” he says. “Straddle me.” So you do. 

Sitting astride his lap with your knees bent and tucked beneath you, you place your hands on his shoulders. His own hands slip underneath your shirt once more, palms pressed flat against your lower back as he kissed you again, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, biting gently, and pulling away. You hear a quiet ‘plop’ noise as it snaps back into place. He starts kissing just below your jaw and navigates his hands to your sides, latching onto your waist. His grip tightens as he starts rocking you against himself. 

You gasp, feeling his dick harden. “Oh Eds-“ but cut yourself off with your hand to your mouth.

His kiss leaves your jaw and his touch leaves one side of your waist as he roughly pulls the guilty hand away from your mouth, holding it raised beside your head. “Don’t try to be quiet,” he demands with an authoritative tone. You’re surprised by the sudden ordering, but the domineering was not unwelcome. His expression lightens and he relaxes as he explains, “It’s just us here. Let me hear all the pretty noises you make. The ones I've been imagining every night for weeks.”

The confession startles you even more than the ordering. “You think of me at night?” He hums in confirmation, letting go of your hand. It stays frozen in the air though, the shock from the image of him touching himself and getting off to the thought of you causing your brain to go blank.

“At night,” he presses a kiss to your neck, “the morning,” one to your collarbone, “afternoon,” another to the small bit of shoulder he can get to from where your shirt slid down. He looks up, his nose brushes against yours. “When I'm watching TV, playing guitar, planning campaigns... all the time. You don’t know what you do to me.”

Hearing that he’s been feeling the way you’ve felt for years drives you crazy. You grab his face and kiss him greedily, groaning when you feel him smile against your mouth and pull away yet again. 

“I know you think about me too, babygirl. I know you’ve been thinking of me,” he accuses. Your embarrassment is ignored as he continues, “I see how you look at me. I see how your eyes bulge outta your head whenever my shirt rides up and you can see my happy trail.”

“What?” you yelp, “You knew you were turning me on?” He starts laughing, and presses his face into the crook of your neck. “Eds, I thought I was a perv! I felt dirty!”

His humor vanished abruptly. He raised his head and stared directly into your soul, before growling, “Oh, I can make you feel dirty.” A shiver went up your spine as he started rocking you against him again, “I can make you feel really dirty. Do you want me to, baby?”

“Please.”

He grins widely. “You begging sounds even better than I imagined. Keep moving your hips for me, okay?” His hands stop guiding your movements as they leave your waist to travel up your front, bunching the fabric as he groped your chest over your shirt. You moan wantonly and do as he says, grinding on his cock without any direction. 

“You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart,” he praises, “Good girl.” 

He’s never used that before. You’ve heard ‘pretty girl’, ‘babygirl’… never ‘good girl’. You like it. A lot. You never realized how much you wanted to be a good girl for Eddie. How much you wanted to be his good girl.

“Raise your arms,” he commands, and you obey without question. You hold still for him as he pulled your shirt off, but once the cool chill of your air conditioned bedroom finally hit your heated skin, you immediately continued grinding against him. Despite this, his nimble fingers were able to skillfully undo your bra, and he ripped it from your body like it was a personal offense. He quickly seized the opportunity to take one of your nipples into his warm, wet mouth. One hand found its way to the flesh of your ass, fingers digging in and probably leaving marks, while the other massaged the breast not being attacked by his tongue. Your movement grew desperate, hips aggressively meeting his as you threw your head back in pleasure and made ridiculous lewd noises that you never even knew you were capable of. After a while he switched sides, making sure to give the other nipple the same amount of attention. 

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned when his lips finally left your chest, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He was mesmerized by the sight of your tits bouncing in his face as you humped him. Your vulgar wailing never stopped as his lips went on with their assault to the delicate skin of your neck, in fact it impossibly raised in volume. “I bet you could cum just like this, couldn’t you? Before I even get my hands on that pretty pussy.” You glanced down at him and nodded dumbly, lost in the feeling. “God, you're so responsive. No one’s ever made it feel this good before, huh?”

Your grinding stutters momentarily before picking back up again, and you look away, trying to keep your expression as unreadable as possible. His brows furrowed in confusion before it finally clicked. “Sweetheart,” he says, taking your waist and halting your movement, “you’ve never been with anyone else?”

You hesitate to answer. “Are you going to make fun of me if I say I haven't?”

His disbelief is palpable, but he shakes his head no anyway. “Of course not, silly. I just wish I had known. I got you doing all the work and it’s your first time.” He lifts you off of his lap, his voice going from comforting to seductive as he says, “Lay back for me, baby. I'm gonna make it good for you. I don't want you thinking about anything except for how amazing it feels, understand?”

You bit your lip and nodded, climbing the rest of the way off of him and laying down lengthwise on the bed as Eddie stood up. You expected to get on top, but to your surprise he instead cupped his hands under your armpits and manhandled you so that you were horizontal across the bed. He grabbed your hips and positioned them on the edge of the mattress, your legs hanging off the side, with knees bent and feet on the floor. Then, he got down on his knees in front of you.

You pushed yourself up just in time to see his awestruck face when he spread your thighs apart. “Jesus, baby,” he gushed, “you soaked through your panties.” You can't find it in yourself to be embarrassed when he presses the pad of his thumb to where your clit is under the fabric. Your elbows give way under you and you fall onto your back, moaning loud. One of your thighs involuntarily twitches, rising up above his head as your calf tucked in and your toes curled. “All worked up aren’t you? Poor thing. I’m sorry for making you wait so long.” He holds your already raised leg in place, then slides his hand under your other thigh, hoisting that one up as well. With both of your legs elevated, he dips his fingers under the elastic of your underwear. “Up,” he instructs.

You dig your heels into the edge of the mattress and use them as support so you can do as he says. Once your hips are off the bed, he slides the panties off and down. You lower yourself and lift your heels, and Eddie finally pulls the last of the clothing off of your body. He tosses the garment to the side, not caring where it lands. After your feet lowered to rest on the floor again, he took your knees in both hands and spread you wide open, putting your drenched folds on full display. He kissed his way up to the apex of your thigh and you tensed, preparing yourself for his first contact with your aching center, only for him to turn his head and repeat this gesture on the opposite side.

“Pl-please Eds,” you disturb his actions with a broken voice, head thrown back again, this time in frustration instead of pleasure. “Please touch me. Please. I can’t- I’m so- Fuck.” Desperate and pathetic, you grasp both of his hands in yours as you look back down at him. “I'm so horny, I think I might literally, actually explode,” you exaggerate. “Please make me cum. Please, I can't take it.” 

He stares back at you slack mouthed and expressionless as you finish shamelessly begging. Your eyes bore into his, absolutely pleading. Finally, he smirks and leans down to lick a single straight line directly up your pussy. You squeeze his fingers- letting out a relieved groan, and he finds it so sweet sounding that he wished he brought a tape recorder. 

“So good for me, telling me exactly what you need and asking so politely,” he praises as he frees one of his hands from yours and starts rubbing slow, lazy circles on your clit. “Such good manners. Behavior like that should be rewarded, don't you think?”

“Yes. Oh my god.” It’s dark in your room, what with it being nearly 4 in the morning and the only source of light still being what little is coming in through your blinds. It does cast a slight glow as it bounces off your walls though, so despite the darkness Eddie swears he can see glistening in your eyes as you carry on rambling aimlessly. “Oh my god, thank you. Please, Eds.”

Eddie truly did mean to stop teasing you and get on with it, but the sight of you being so desperate to cum that you were reduced to tears shocks him so much he goes still. You sob out pitifully as you let go of his other hand and throw both of your arms over your face, hiding in the crooks of your elbows. He almost feels bad, but he can’t deny the deep throbbing it causes in his lower region.

“Are you crying baby?” he asks as he begins rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as if trying to console you. “You’re crying for me? I got you that needy?” You start squirming on the bed, and your feet stomp on the floor behind him. 

“Watch it now,” he chastised, his hands stilling and his grip tightening, “Remember what we said about good behavior being rewarded? Throwing a temper tantrum will get you nowhere.” You removed your face from its hiding spot and threw your arms back dramatically on the space of the bed above you. Your eyes strain, trying to force your vision to work better in the dark, and you can just barely make out Eddie’s stern expression. His eyebrow raised, “You want to be my good girl right?”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek as you try and fail to keep your voice steady. “I do want to be your good girl! But I've been so patient-“

“I’ll decide when you’ve been patient,” he interrupts strictly, cutting off your complaining. You almost protest, but think better of it and say nothing. “Tell me who’s in charge,” he demands.

“You are,” you comply willingly, stopping your squirming, “You’re in charge. I’ll behave.”

He smiles and loosens his grip “There we go,” he goes back to rubbing your clit, this time faster, with more pressure. You let out a whimper, your moaning starting up again. “Now was that so hard? Since it’s your first time, I’ll forgive your little outburst. Be grateful I’m feeling nice.” He can almost make out the ‘thank you, thank you, thank you’s hidden in between your whines.

Pulling his thumb away, he puts his tongue to work. He massages your clit up and down and side to side, until coming to the conclusion that spirals get the best response out of you. “Oh, found the way you like it, did I?” he asks between licks, “Is this the way your fingers do it when you’re all alone and thinking about me?” 

You nod vigorously. Your eyes squeezed shut at some point, and you might draw blood with how hard you’re biting your lower lip. Reaching down, you comb your fingers through Eddie’s hair as he swirls his tongue in circles. Pretty soon, you are grasping at the bedsheets, heels dug into his shoulder blades, toes curling. You’re loud, but speaking no words. Your head is completely empty and all you can focus on in the coil inside of you growing tighter, and tighter, and tighter. Suddenly, you feel Eddie slide two fingers into you and curl them upwards. You gasp so hard you nearly choke.

He lifts his mouth from your clit, quickly moving to continue the motions with his thumb, the fingers on his other hand working their way in and out of you fast and hard. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” 

You look down at him with pleading, teary eyes. “Can I?”

That response causes his actions to falter ever so slightly, then he carries on with even more force than before. His fingers speed up, pumping in and out of you and hitting you just perfectly in the right spot every time, and your moans get impossibly louder. “So well behaved for me, asking permission. Fuck babygirl. You can cum. Whenever you want to, you can cum.”

He returns his mouth to you and sucks in while circling his tongue. That was all it took for you to start spasming underneath him. You came so quickly after Eddie giving the okay that it was easy for him to tell you’d been holding it back for a while. He keeps his fingers inside of you during your climax, wanting to feel the way your walls tightened and clenched around them. The assault on your swollen clit never ceases, helping you to ride out your orgasm for as long as possible, and he only eased off when the sensitivity caused you to push him away. He pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean before standing and kissing his way up your trembling body as you struggle to catch your breath. Picking you up from under your armpits again, he drags you to the middle of the mattress, lays you longways, then lifts his knees onto the bed to crawl on top of you. When he sees your blissed out face he can’t help but kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. In between pecks, he strokes your hair and whispers comforts like ‘I got you’ and ‘Breathe, sweetheart, you did so well’. After about 5 minutes, you begin to regain your composure slightly, or at least enough to look at Eddie and see the adoration in his eyes. The sincerity in his expression makes your stomach flip, and it honestly almost feels like a small wave of aftershocks. He kisses at your neck again, sucking and biting slowly as he starts grinding on your thigh. You glance down, face full of lust as your eyes travel past his tattoos and body hair, until finally settling on the impressively sized tent he was still sporting.

“I want to make you cum, too,” you proclaim as you slide your hand down his abdomen until you reach his boxers and lightly graze his bulge.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he says, taking your chin in his hand and pulling you into a slow kiss. “We’re not done yet. Just letting you have a little breather.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfic

[wileys-russo]

for a potential Ellie Carpenter blurb : maybe some domestic fluff where Ellie is exhausted from all that running around after a match-packed week and reader, her girlfriend, takes care of her.

(Any other details would be up to you)

roadrunner II e.carpenter

you crossed your arms tighter as the airport doors opened and a crisp breeze blew through, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you waited patiently.

bundled up in your girlfriends favorite hoodie she'd so kindly forgotten to pack, you definitely didn't hide it, you were engrossed in the smell of her perfume but it just wasn't the same as the real thing and these last two weeks you'd missed her terribly.

coming off the back of five back to back wins in the span of two weeks with lyon ellie had been called up to her national camp for pre world cup friendlies against new zealand.

she'd flown out from france on tuesday night, arrived in australia friday mornning and played the first game sunday afternoon. from the facetimes or phone calls she somehow managed to squeeze in among her action packed schedule you could see the jetlag was affecting her.

you'd never completely understand what she went through to play for club and country of course, whenever you were called back to england for national duty of your own it was a couple of hours on a plane and that was hardly comparable in the slightest.

however you'd warned her time and time again about burn out and listening to what her body was trying to tell her with the insane travel schedule she stuck to throughout the season going continent to continent.

but each time you tried the blonde would only wave you off making a sarcastic joke and often sending your head spinning with a feverish kiss in an attempt to change the subject, though by now you knew her games all too well.

you perked up as a crowd of tired looking passengers burst through the arrival gates standing on the tips of your toe to try and spot your girlfriend, a frown settling into your features as seemingly everyone headed their separate ways and there was no sign of ellie.

"not looking for someone are we?"

you spun around at the thick australian accent, a grin curling into your lips as the blonde stood behind you with a smile of her own. "how the hell did you get behind me? i was looking so carefully!" you laughed as the two of you pulled one another into a bone crushing hug.

"not carefully enough babe, i'm too good at being sneaky im like a ninja!" ellie pinched your sides teasingly as you pulled away with a roll of your eyes, pecking her lips a few times and grabbing her bags, ignoring her calls that she had them.

"shut up and tell me you missed me." you teased, the taller girl sighing dramatically and pausing as if to ponder her next words.

"need i remind darling that i am your ride home and i have the house keys?" you warned jingling them as the two of you made your way out of the airport and toward the car. "missed you so so so much." ellie wrapped her arms around your neck from behind and kissed your cheek repeatedly.

"much better." you complimented with a wink, smacking her hand away as she tried to grab one of the bags off you. "aren't you going to tell me you missed me?" ellie countered with a playful frown as the two of you neared the car.

"mmm but we promised not to lie to one another." you teased, clicking unlock on the car and squealing as ellie attempted to pick you up and spin you around, her bags falling to the floor as she stumbled and nearly dropped you down with them.

"okay! lets not forget you've just flown for two days." you laughed as you shoved her toward the passenger side and quickly loaded her bags into the back. "thats normally my job." the defender pouted as you opened the drivers door and slid inside.

"snooze you lose and you need a good snooze." you smiled softly, leaning over the middle console to kiss her properly and mumbling how much you missed her against her lips, gently grabbing her hands in yours as she tried to grip the back of your need to deepen the kiss.

"i meant it el, home and sleep." you cautioned firmly though not unkindly, the time nearing 8pm anyway. "food, home and sleep?" the australian asked hopefully as you nodded with an amused smile.

"how could i possibly forget that the way to your heart is through your stomach?"

~

only when you got home after grabbing takeout on the way back, ellie did not want to sleep. "el!" you groaned, dragging your hands down your face as the two of you finished dinner and she insisted on washing up, and then unpacking, and then doing her laundry.

"what? if i do it now then i save myself doing it tomorrow, or you doing it for me!" the blonde replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, the bags under her eyes growing darker and darker with each passing minute.

"ellie, my love." you moved your body to block the exit of your shared bedroom, your face softening as ellie sighed and placed down the basket of washing.

"you're racing around like a roadrunner and you've been on the go for weeks now. we have two days off before we're back to training and you need to rest." you reminded, hands falling to gently clasp her face.

"its nine at night and you've been flying since monday morning, you might feel awake but you look like shit and i can see in your eyes that you are fighting exhaustion. please let me look after you so you're looking after yourself baby." you requested, thumbs tracing the sharp curve of her jaw, bracing as suddenly the tall defender collapsed into you.

"do i really look like shit?" she mumbled into your shoulder making you chuckle, body sagging and melting into yours as you held her tightly and smiled.

"you always look beautiful but today lets just say you look a bit beautifully disheveled." you tangled a hand in her hair and moved to scratch at her scalp as she heavily exhaled and you shifted a little as more of her weight bore into you.

"okay. how about this-" you gently pushed her backward until she was sat on the edge of the bed, her arms moving to wrap around your waist as her head fell to your stomach with a hum.

"-you go and pick a movie, get comfortable. i'll pop your washing on and we can lay down together and watch something until you fall asleep, deal?" you bargained as ellie exhaled heavily but nodded in agreement.

"good." you tilted her head back with your finger and placed a tender kiss to her lips. breaking away you hurried to grab her basket of washing, darting off to the laudry as your girlfriends footsteps made their way toward the living room and you heard the gentle thud of her body slumping into the sofa.

returning a few minutes later you smiled to see her wrapped up in a blanket, blonde hair hidden beneath your favourite hoodie she'd taken with her. "swap." the australian called out as you arrived beside her, sitting up and starting to take it off.

"what?" you laughed as she rolled her eyes and huffed, tugging impatiently at the hem of your own hoodie and repeating herself. "alright alright, needy." you teased, tugging off the hoodie and trading with her, both of you pulling the material over your heads.

"this one smells much more like you." ellie mumbled happily, going to lay down again as you stopped her, slipping in behind her into her normal position of the big spoon. "do you want a drink or anything?" you whispered into her hair as she clicked play on the movie.

"no, just a tall glass of you." the australian replied charmingly with a smile, eyes drooping a little as she fought back a yawn. "always the charmer aren't you carpenter." you teased as she settled herself into you, flipping around onto her stomach as her head rested on your chest and her hands dug into the small of your back.

"oh els no come on!" you whined seeing which movie she'd selected, one of her favorites she'd watched to death and back, and one that you despised and she well knew.

"you'll fall asleep like ten minutes in and i'll be stuck." you complained, her hand moving over your mouth the only response you needed. unable to argue with the adorably tired smile sent your way you melted, pressing a kiss to her nose and grinning as she scrunched it up.

"go to sleep angel." you whispered watching as a few minutes in she was fighting to keep her eyes open, one hand sneaking up the back of her hoodie and the other messing with her hair, your nails raking up and down the toned and tanned skin of her back.

"mm that feels nice baby." the australian mumbled, eyes fluttering closed finally as her body relaxed and her breathing evened out. within a couple of minutes you bit your lip to stop from laughing as she let out a small snore, a tell tale sign that she was exhausted and out cold.

but you'd be sure to tease her for it once she was a little better rested tomorrow.

#woso #woso community #woso x reader #woso imagine #ellie carpenter x reader #ellie carpenter #woso fanfics #woso blurbs

[angelbaby-fics]

i just saw requests are open so sorry if it’s too late to ask!!!

could i request something along the lines of Daddy!Stucky with a little who loves coloring/drawing/crafts and Steve usually does them with the reader cause he’s artsy but he’s not home so she asks Bucky to do it with her, but he’s not artsy so he’s hesitant but he obviously still does it cause that’s his baby. And it turns out he’s really good at it and has tons of fun

(sorry i just kinda word dumped i hope that made sense)

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Masterpiece

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Okay, first of all can we just appreciate this gif??? he looks so pretty & squishy & i just wanna kiss him all over hehehe 💕 anyways i really really love this idea!!! and i had a lot of fun writing it! :D so i hope you have a good time reading it 💕

When it came to artistry, your daddy was your idol. Steve had been drawing since he was very young, very long ago, and so he was rather good at it. You loved to color alongside him, each drawing the same subject and comparing your masterpieces when you were finished. You were so mesmerized by the way he intuitively connected one line with another, visualizing the whole picture in his head as he brought it to life on the paper. Steve always told you that yours was better, and even though you knew he had to say that because he was your daddy, the compliment still made you beam. 

You’d recently gotten a brand new sketchbook, and you were hopping with excitement to fill it up with art. When you woke up that morning, the first thing you did as you tumbled out of bed was grab your bucket of markers in one hand, sketchbook in the other as you sprinted out to the living room. You scanned the room for Steve, drinking his morning coffee on the couch like he usually was. But he wasn’t there today. Instead, Bucky was on the couch, and he looked up from his book as you burst into the room.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” he said with a loving smile. “Where dada?” You asked, your artistic tunnel vision making you ignore your Baba completely. “Well hello to you too,” Bucky said with a cheeky grin. “Daddy’s gotta work today, so you’re stuck with me, muffin!”

“Oh, okay.” You said, putting down your art supplies and joining Bucky on the couch. You tried to hide your disappointment - you loved spending time with Bucky after all - but you’d been so looking forward to drawing with Steve that day. “What’s wrong, doll, don’t you like me?” Bucky joked.

“Of course! But… wanted to draw.” You replied, whispering the last part. It was no secret that Steve was the one you always drew with, and Bucky played the role of a high end art dealer or a museum curator when you were ready to display your work. You’d never drawn with him, and you weren’t opposed to it, but it just wasn’t something you were used to. “Well I could try to draw with you if you’ll let me, sugar.” Bucky suggested, hoping to still salvage your perfect day. 

“Really?” You asked.

“Sure! In fact, why don’t you teach me how, since you’re the one who’s good at all this art stuff.”

That about changed everything. You were more than eager to teach your Baba a new skill, feeling quite proud of yourself being the highest authority on art in the family now that Steve was away. You tore a page out of your sketchbook and placed it on the coffee table in front of Bucky. Then, grinning mischievously, you dumped your bucket of markers out onto the table. Bucky’s eyes widened at the mess, knowing it would more than likely be him cleaning it up when you were finished, but this was simply part of your artistic process.

“It's good to have all the colors in front of you so you know which one to use next!” You explained.

Bucky didn’t see why you couldn’t have all the markers in front of you in the bucket, but he decided it was best not to argue with an expert. You picked up your first color, dark green, and motioned for your Baba to do the same. You’d easily decided on a simple topic for his first picture, something simple. A scene in the park. It had all the components of a classic coloring picture: trees, grass, birds, butterflies, and anything else your heart desired. 

Once you explained the concept to Bucky, the two of you got to work. Your face down, you were laser focussed on your own artwork. You never once popped your little head up to check on Bucky’s progress. The same couldn’t be said for him, however. Your Baba glanced over every few minutes, smiling to himself at your concentrated face, tongue poking slightly out of your lips as you determinedly colored in each blade of grass and tree leaf. If only he could get you to focus this hard on cleaning your room. Only when you’d finally completed your work did you break your concentration, setting down your final marker with a flourish as you looked up expectantly at Bucky, waiting for the praises to start.

But something caught your eye.

Bucky’s sheet of paper, sitting just in front of him on the table, was an explosion of colors. Abstract shapes swirled into the familiar forms of trees and flowers, but only when you squinted. The sky was purple, the grass was red, the trees burst with fiery orange leaves. Your brow furrowed; this art was gorgeous, but it made no sense. 

“You drawed that?” You whispered in awe.

“Yeah, you like it, babydoll?” Bucky asked proudly.

“It's so pretty and crazy!” You said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Bucky chuckled. “Is that a good thing?”

You nodded eagerly, not wanting him to think you were insulting his talent. 

“How did you even think of that, Baba?” You asked, shocked at his unconventional approach. It had never occurred to you to portray things in a way other than what you considered normal. Bucky had opened a whole new world for you. 

“I don’t really know, it just came to me.” He replied modestly. “Do you wanna try?”

Bucky offered up a clean sheet of paper to you.

When Steve came home a few hours later, he wasn’t greeted at the door as usual with a kiss from Bucky and you jumping into his arms. Normally your absence would make his heart race, but it only took him a minute to turn the corner and see the two of you, his husband and his precious baby, working hard together over a piece of paper. A rainbow rendition of Steve’s famous shield, the star in the center made up of tiny swirls and dots. He already knew he’d treasure this masterpiece forever.

#little!reader #stucky x little!reader #bucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!stucky #marvel agere #agere fic #cg!bucky #bucky barnes x little!reader #chloe's fic #🩰

[i-amm-mj]

Convenience. Part 2. Angst to Fluff.

A/N: I just wrote this and didn´t check anything, but please, enjoy it. 

Part 1 here 

Katsuki was confused to say the least. He didn´t know why you acted that way. He knew you wanted to get married someday, so why did you reject him? Was it him? You didn´t want to get married with him?

He didn´t know what to do when you just got up from the chair and left the restaurant murmuring a little “I´m sorry.” He tried to go after you, asked you why you did what you did, didn´t you love him? but he ended up just seeing you pass through the door and into the dark street outside while sobbing hard, completely frozen on his place.  

When the public embarrassment and the shock ceased, he called his mom. Mitsuki was as confused as him. She had known you for three years and she knew you loved his son with all your heart. She couldn´t help him understand why you acted like that, so she suggested him going to see you and ask you personally. That´s how he ended up knocking at your door at 3:00 a.m., when you were probably asleep. 

He knocked once, then twice. You didn´t answer the door. He knew you were in, so he insisted, knocking harder. 

“Y/N, open the damn door, I know you are there” he said with an annoyed tone though he wasn´t annoyed but worried about you “Please...” he begged. No response. 

“I don´t know what happened... just... please just fucking talk to me! We can fix whatever made you act that way” he spoke. Nothing... 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! just open the damn door or I’m gonna have to enter forcing the window!” he raised his tone a little. Not to threaten you or something, just out of pure frustration. 

He then heard you unlocking the door. When he saw you, with your puffy eyes his heart broke. You didn´t want to look him in the eye. 

“Hey...” he whispered. You just sobbed. 

“Can I come in?” he asked softly, trying to not pressure you too much. 

You just left the door open and turned away. He followed you, closing the door behind him. 

“Are you okay?” he tested the waters “Listen, it wasn´t my intention to make you mad or uncomfortable... I just thought that it was the right time, that you wanted to marry me as much as I want to marry you. I´m sorry”

You looked at him and your eyes watered “I know the true Katsuki. Please don´t try to fool me.”

“What do you mean?” his face contorted into confusion again. 

“Katsuki... don´t make say it, you know what I’m talking about...” you said, irritated with his little act. 

“I honestly don´t know.”

“Oh my god, you are so cruel to me Bakugo! Why are you doing this to me?”

“I´m Bakugo now, huh?” he felt offended. 

“Don´t change the subject!” you sobbed. 

“Fuck, I’m telling you I don´t know what the hell are you talking about!” he started to feel angry. You had never been like this, you always have communicated him your needs, worries or whatever comes to your mind. Why were you acting like this? “Whatever that asshole of a manager I have had told you, just ignore him!” 

You huffed. He took two steps towards you “Or was it something you read or saw in the news? You know those bastards are liars” You were silenced. 

“Talk to me! I can´t read your mind, that´s not my fucking quirk!”

“Stop shouting! You know I hate it!” you started crying. His muscles tensed and relaxed in less than a second, realizing that the less you needed in these moments was him being aggressive. 

“I´m sorry...” he approached you slowly. He tried to hug you, but you flinched, he stops and said with the sweetest voice he could “Babe, just... tell me what happened. I honestly don´t know and it´s killing me...”

You saw him in the eye for the first time that morning but backed off, ashamed. He took the opportunity to embrace you and this time you didn´t reject him, the other way around, you relaxed into his arms and started crying. He patted your head the way you like him to do it and spoke softly on your ear “Talk to me, beautiful...” 

“I heard you talking with Kirishima...” you said, still crying “You said you didn´t wanna get married to me.” 

He separated a little from you to look at your face “When?”

“A few days ago,” you sighed. He tried to remember... and then he realized and laughed softly, you pouted... 

“I wasn´t talking about you...” he caressed your cheek with one his hands. 

“Who were you talking about then?”

“Camie...” he answered “I read some shit on the internet about me marrying her and Kirishima and I made fun of it” you sobbed again, feeling dumb. 

“And what about the Top 3?” 

“What about it?” he asked genuinely confused. 

“You said you didn´t want to get married before you got there.” 

“That was two years ago” he smirked “Plans change, you change my mind about it” Your eyes watered again and started crying again “I can get to top three being a married man too.” 

“You are not using me to get there?” you asked shyly. 

“I would never!” He furrowed his brows. You hid your face on his chest “Listen, Y/N... I want to honestly marry you, ok?” he started “I love you... I never have loved anyone like I love you. This was just a misunderstanding. I would never use to get anything because you are precious to me. I would never hurt you.” 

“I´m so sorry, Kats” he kissed your head. 

“It´s ok, beautiful. Everything´s ok now” 

“You are mad at me, aren´t you?”

“No, I´m not...” he took your face in his hands and wiped your tears. 

“I´m sorry...” you repeated, not being able to control your crying. 

“Hey, hey, it´s ok” he pecked your lips “This is gonna be a fun history to tell our kids” You smiled, and he mirrored it. 

“You still wanna marry me? After the public humiliation” 

“I couldn´t fucking care less about what those extras say about me.”

“I ruined it all...” you said sadly. 

“No, you didn´t...” he murmured separating himself from you and checking all his pockets “I actually came in here in hopes we could fix everything...” He showed you the same ring he had offered you at the restaurant. He then kneeled “Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

You covered your face with giggling. He thought it was the cutest thing he´d ever seen. You nodded. 

“I wanna heard it.” 

“Yes! Yes, Katsuki! I wanna marry you!” he put the ring on your finger and got up to hug you and kiss you.

“I love you, Y/N. You don´t know how much I love you.” 

“I love you too, Katsuki, I can´t wait to marry you” you kissed him this time. He didn´t broke the kiss though, the other way around, he deepened it pushing his tongue into your mouth. You moaned. 

“I can´t wait to call you my wife” he stated “I can´t wait to make a mommy either...” he lifted you from the floor and started walking towards your room...  

#bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou angst #bakugou fluff #bakugo smut #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo smut #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha

[epochofbelief]

Strictly Confidential: Chapter Four

A Feysand Modern AU

She’s a law student turned confidential informant. He’s a federal prosecutor with one goal: bringing down her boyfriend for his white collar crimes. What could go wrong?

Author's Note: I finally did it! Shoutout to SZA's song "Saturn" for helping me finish this chapter. I'm so excited for where this is going, everyone. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. No promises on the editing.

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My Other Feysand AU Fic (Completed)

Chapter Four

Feyre cursed herself for a fool from where she hid, deep in a supply closet on the fifth floor of Tamlin’s environmental empire, Spring Solutions.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. It had taken days for her to convince Tamlin to finally show him around her work. Only after she assured him she wouldn’t leave his side while there had he agreed to let her accompany him to the office on the following Friday morning.

Feyre forced her breaths to remain steady as another person passed by the door, the band of light between the door and the floor guttering with the motion.

“Where the hell is she?” A muffled, angry voice filtered through the walls around her.

But then the sound of the footsteps, along with the angry voice, receded.

Feyre took a deep breath. It was now or never.

She placed her hand on the cool metal of the door handle and pushed.

Three Days Earlier

The newfound knowledge of Tamlin’s alleged crimes slowly ate away at Feyre over the next several days. She couldn’t focus on her schoolwork. She missed a cold call in class. Her father called twice and she actually managed to ignore him.

When Tamlin returned on the following Monday, Feyre had to force herself to act as if nothing had changed. She let him touch her, kiss her, wax poetic about how much he had missed her.

Before he proceeded directly into his study to get back to work.

Feyre was on pins and needles for the hours he sat at his computer. She waited for the moment he somehow discovered she had accessed his computer and came to demand an explanation.

But he never did.

And so Feyre began to execute the next part of her plan.

When she came home from school on Tuesday, she gushed about how much she was enjoying her environmental law class. Tamlin listened intently, sitting forward on the couch as she paced in front of him, declaring her newfound intentions to pursue a career in environmental law. Lucien, who had been present for Feyre’s little performance, leaned against the kitchen counter behind Tamlin, eyebrows creeping higher and higher as Feyre delivered her monologue.

“That’s great, honey. I’m so glad you love this stuff as much as I do,” Tamlin said, eyes shining with sincerity. Feyre bit back her disgust.

“I really do,” Feyre said. “Which is why I wanted to ask if you would be open to me shadowing you at work. I would love to talk to some of your in-house counsel, just get a feel for what environmental law looks like in the real world.”

Tamlin sat straight up.

“Oh. Really?”

Feyre nodded, ignoring Lucien as he folded his arms at her words, his eyes tracking her every movement.

“Let me think about it,” was all Tamlin said. Feyre didn’t want to risk pressing harder, so she dropped the subject for the night.

But the next day, she resumed her prodding. Asked Tamlin if he had had time to think about it. After receiving a similar response, she waited until Thursday to ask once more.

In the intervals in between, Feyre found herself looking over her shoulder everywhere she went. On the train to and from the law school, during her walks in the park, while she was at the gym. She knew the FBI had to be on her trail, but never once did she catch a glimpse of Special Agents Claret or Lapis. And though she knew there was no possibility that Rhysand was the one observing her, she couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of her life if he was watching. Her quiet, appallingly small life. If he was watching, he would see her utter lack of a social circle, the disgusting amount of hours she spent hunched over her books, snacking on chips from the vending machine and whatever form of caffeine was closest.

It was probably better that Rhysand wasn’t the one watching.

On Thursday, Tamlin at last relented. He offered to meet Feyre at his office the next morning, for an hour before his lunch meeting.

And Feyre had duly accepted.

After her Friday morning class, she took the train back downtown, getting off at a stop about a block away from the enormous high-rise building that housed Spring Solutions. The receptionist, a young woman who looked to be a few years older than Feyre, struck up a conversation with her as they waited for Tamlin to emerge from the elevators that led up to his floor.

“I’m Ianthe,” the receptionist said, long blonde hair cascading over narrow shoulders, her sky-blue dress making her eyes pop. “You must be Feyre.”

Feyre gave Ianthe a nervous grin, shaking her perfectly manicured hand. This woman must spend hours on her makeup every morning. Her skin was absolutely flawless, lower eyelids lined with white, black mascara only further emphasizing those piercing blue eyes.

“Sorry,” Ianthe beamed. “Tamlin’s mentioned you a few times. I feel like I practically know you already.”

Feyre sucked on the inside of her cheek. “Ah.” Tamlin had never mentioned his gorgeous receptionist Ianthe. And yet he had been talking to Ianthe about Feyre so much that Ianthe already felt like she knew her?

Feyre reminded herself that jealousy was not a productive emotion. Especially when her boyfriend was in all likelihood a white collar criminal.

As Ianthe asked her about law school, Feyre wondered whether the receptionist knew about what went on behind the scenes at Spring Solutions. If there was indeed a “behind-the-scenes” to be spoken of.

Feyre answered Ianthe's questions with the shortest answers possible. But after the basic What practice areas are you considering pursuing? What led you to law school? What did you study in undergrad? questions, Ianthe launched into a monologue about how hard she had worked to decorate the atrium of Tamlin’s business.

Which was even more boring than the Administrative Law class Feyre had taken during her second semester of 2L.

To Feyre’s relief, the elevator to the left of Ianthe’s desk emitted a faint but elegant ding, and Tamlin emerged in his usual crisp, dark suit, his blonde hair perfectly arranged. Feyre pasted a smile onto her face, words sour in her mouth. “Hi, babe.”

Game time, Feyre thought. No matter how hard this would be, perhaps finding evidence of Tamlin's illegal activity would give her a stronger reason to break things off with him.

But hadn’t Rhysand said that Tamlin’s illegal activity would make it even more difficult for Feyre to leave him? Even dangerous?

Feyre shook her head, giving Ianthe a wave over her shoulder as Tamlin guided her into the elevator, a possessive hand on her lower back. Feyre turned to face him in the elevator, casually stepping out of his grip and leaning against the mirrored wall.

“How’s your day?” She asked. “Stressful?”

Tamlin stepped closer, one hand caressing her neck. “Much better now that you’re here.”

Feyre tried not to flinch away.

Gods, one second she was letting him pull her into bed and the next she couldn’t stand the feeling of his touch against her skin.

If she was honest with herself, discovering that he really was a criminal mastermind would probably make her life much less confusing.

Unfortunately, Feyre had to put up with Tamlin’s hands all over her as he toured her around the four floors of the high-rise that his company occupied. She met several accountants, a myriad of consultants, a plethora of assistants. Lucien joined them about halfway through the tour. He greeted Feyre as usual, but kept close behind her as they walked. Feyre couldn’t tell if his green eyes were tracking her every move or if she was just being paranoid.

At last, they reached the top floor—where both Tamlin and Lucien had their offices, and where the in-house legal department resided. Tamlin guided her into a large conference room, where several attorneys were gathered on one side of a long table, a lunchtime feast of sandwiches, chips, and coffee spread before them. It looked like a lunch break in all aspects except one: each attorney had a laptop propped in front of him or her, not even speaking to each other.

So this was what Feyre had to look forward to—work above all things. A twenty-minute lunch break to get to know one’s coworkers? Forget about it.

She knew in-house was different than big law, but if anything, big law firms like Hybern & Night were much more notorious for their bill or die mentality. These in-house attorneys were either unprecedented workhorses, or they were working on something important.

Feyre wondered if it was something illicit.

Feyre shook the three attorneys’ hands, smiling as they introduced themselves. Tamlin, Lucien, and Feyre joined them at the table, and Tamlin plated Feyre a ham-and-cheese sandwich, forgetting once again that she much preferred turkey.

But she smiled, ever the gracious and perfect girlfriend, launching into a stream of pre-prepared questions as the attorneys gave her their full attention. About halfway through the discussion, a secretary of some sort stuck her head into the conference room, telling Tamlin that he had an important phone call on line one. Tamlin excused himself, gesturing for Lucien to accompany him. Feyre waved them off, listening intently to one of the male attorneys—Hart—as he explained the benefits of taking “Tax Accounting for Lawyers” in law school. This rivaled Ianthe’s interior design diatribe in terms of how well it piqued Feyre's interest.

Feyre made herself wait two minutes before she excused herself to use the restroom.

As soon as she was clear of the conference room windows, she had to resist the urge to run. There must be cameras all around, and if she looked like she had a purpose, rather than lost on the way to the bathroom, this whole thing would be over before it began.

So, instead of rushing through the halls, she meandered, looking around herself, eyebrows scrunched together. She really should have pursued acting, rather than law.

At last, she passed what looked like an empty office. She shut herself inside, and almost giggled in nervous relief when she saw a phone on the desk. She picked it up, knowing the chances of it connecting to Tamlin’s line were close to zero—but—

She dialed one.

Tamlin’s voice erupted through the speaker the second her finger hit the button:

“What do you mean they’re not ready?” Tamlin growled.

Feyre almost gasped at the anger, the vitriol, in her boyfriend’s voice.

A muffled voice responded, so quietly Feyre almost missed it in her surprise at the harshness of her partner's tone. “They need another week.”

“We don’t have a week.” That was Lucien. Quieter, but just as tense as Tamlin.

“There’s no way they’ll be ready for you in time.”

“I don’t give two shits whether they’re ready. We’ll be there on the established date, and they better be ready to implement the recommendations we have already provided.”

The muffled voice didn’t respond.

“Brannagh?” Lucien’s voice cut through the silence.

“We’ll see you in a week.”

“Good.”

The receiver clicked. Feyre bit her lip.

This didn’t mean anything. It proved nothing.

But if it didn’t matter, why was Tamlin so angry? And what did “we’ll be there mean? He hadn’t mentioned going out of town again. . . Was this a local job?

Feyre bit her lip, carefully hanging up the phone before easing back out into the hallway, replaying the conversation she had just heard in her head. What did it mean? Was it innocuous or incriminating? Was it enough to bring to Rhysand?

Feyre wandered down the hallway, now truly on the lookout for the restroom. She had just spotted the signs when a man emerged from a conference room down the hall and to her left, clad in a much less expensive looking suit than the one Tamlin had worn, earbuds firmly fixed in his ears.

Feyre froze, but it was too late. He had seen her.

“What the hell are you doing down here?” The man demanded, striding purposefully toward Feyre.

Feyre swallowed, giving a little shrug and a sheepish smile before she turned down another hall, hopeful the man would conclude that she was the lost girlfriend of one of the many men who occupied the Spring Solutions Tower. Because that was at least one thing Feyre had learned about her partner’s business: very few women were employed there, and if they were, they were secretaries or Ianthe.

Unfortunately, Feyre heard the thundering of heavy footsteps behind her as she rushed down the hallway. Shit.

Feyre ducked into another hallway and threw open the first door she saw, breathing a sigh of relief when the sight of a dim janitorial closet greeted her, complete with mop bucket, broom, and shelves full of various cleaning products. Feyre slipped inside, standing where the door would hide her from view if opened, trying not to remember the few times she had convinced her older sisters to play hide-and-seek with her when they were kids.

Nesta rarely agreed, but Elain had played with her on several occasions, humoring her years-younger sister out of the goodness of her heart.

Feyre shook her head, clutching the hem of her suit jacket as heavy footsteps thudded by.

“Where the hell is she, Belfort?” A voice—this one different from the man with the earbuds—sounded from somewhere to her left.

“Do I look like I know?” The earbud man's voice responded.

Feyre swallowed, grateful when the footsteps faded away. Were these men unfamiliar with the layout of the building? Perhaps they were new . . . Or perhaps they didn’t usually work here. Because if Feyre were searching for a potential intruder, the broom closet would be the first place she checked.

She slid out into the hall, relief coursing through her at the sight of the empty hallway. She rushed back the way she came, looking over her shoulder as she turned back into the hallway where she had met the in-house attorneys—

Her chest collided with a wall of muscle, sweaty hands wrapping themselves around her upper arms in a grip that was just a little too tight.

Feyre turned to face her captor, catching a glimpse of hard dark eyes and a tight jaw, downturned lips and a forehead creased with anger, before a voice from behind the man had him straightening up and releasing Feyre.

“Is there a reason you’re manhandling my girlfriend, Belfort?”

Feyre stumbled backward, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of Tamlin, followed by Lucien and several members of what appeared to be the security team.

“Your girlfriend, sir?” Belfort asked, glaring at Feyre one last time before he turned to face Tamlin. “But—”

Feyre cut him off, striding toward Tamlin and setting a hand on his shoulder. “I got lost on my way to the bathroom. I think they must have thought I was an intruder or something,” she said with a laugh, leaning into her boyfriend’s side.

“Belfort?”

Feyre stared at Belfort and hoped his desire to avoid a disagreement with his boss would win the day.

Evidently it did, because Belfort held up his hands. “My mistake, sir. Please, return to your lunch.”

Tamlin nodded, turning so quickly that he missed the look Feyre caught on Belfort’s face—

It was a look that said, I’m watching you.

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Feyre stopped at a coffee shop on her way home from Spring Solutions, even allowing herself the time to sit in a booth at the window to drink it. She pulled out her current read—Foster, by Claire Keegan—but the book sat abandoned on the table in front of her as she stared out the wide windows at the streets of Prythian, mulling over the events of the morning.

Tamlin’s anger during his phone call. The man on the other line—Brannagh’s—response. Belfort stalking her through the shiny bright hallways of Spring Solutions just because she had walked down the wrong hallway.

To a court of law, none of this had any meaning.

But that feeling in the pit of Feyre’s stomach, the flash of fear she had felt when Belfort had caught her, the small bruises already forming on her biceps from his grip. . .

Feyre’s instincts told her something was wrong, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to rest until she discovered exactly why.

She took a sip of her coffee, sighing through her nose, resolving to give herself ten minutes to collect her thoughts before she walked the rest of the way home to resume studying.

But any chance to calm herself flew out the window when a man slid into the booth across from her.

Feyre jumped a mile high before she registered the hazel eyes, the classically beautiful features, and the scarred hands.

“Agent Lapis,” she breathed.

The SA held up a hand, his lips pursed. “Please, call me Azriel.”

Feyre glanced around her, as if she hoped to catch a glance of Cassian—or Rhysand—hovering somewhere nearby. But the rest of the cafe was occupied by innocuous coffee drinkers and several students with books and laptops spread across the tables in front of them.

“Azriel,” Feyre said, forcing herself to take another drink from her coffee.

“I’m here for your answer,” he said, eyes scanning the room even as he spoke to her.

When Feyre didn’t respond, his gaze snapped to hers. Whatever he saw there put a frown on his face.

“Are you alright?”

Feyre shifted in her seat, and couldn’t resist the reflexive look she gave the bruises on her biceps.

Azriel’s eyes darkened, his hand tightening on the mug of coffee on the table between them. “What happened,” he breathed, his voice soft, but so lethal it sent goosebumps erupting over the back of Feyre’s neck.

“I got into Spring Solutions today,” Feyre started, but Azriel was already shaking his head.

“We know. What happened inside?” He asked, giving her upper left arm a pointed glance.

Feyre quickly and succinctly relayed the events of her time in Spring Solutions to Azriel, whose stoic expression didn’t waver as he listened.

“None of it means anything,” Feyre finished, running her hands through her hair. “But—I can’t explain it. Something just felt . . . wrong.”

Azriel shook his head. “It might not seem important or groundbreaking to you now, Feyre. But Rome wasn’t built in a day. Any detail learned now could always be useful later. And while none of what you told me today is enough for an indictment. . . It certainly could be if we learned more information.”

Feyre nodded, staying quiet. It was clear Azriel had more to say.

“You did a good thing, today, getting inside Spring Solutions. But if you agree to work with us, we’ll have to establish some ground rules. For your safety, and the good of the investigation.”

“My safety?”

Azriel nodded. “Rhys almost marched into that high-rise after you as soon as we sent him word you had gone there to meet Tamlin.”

Feyre blinked. “Rhys—Rhys knows I got inside?”

Azriel lifted a brow. “He’s the one leading this investigation. We keep him apprised of all notable updates.”

“Ah,” Feyre said, ignoring the cascade of confusing emotions that had unfurled inside her chest and stomach as soon as Azriel had said the words Rhys almost marched in after you.

“But the protocols will come later. What I came here to ask you today was whether you had decided.”

Feyre didn’t ask for further explanation. She knew what the SA meant.

She also knew her answer.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes meeting Azriel’s. “I’ll do it.”

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Author's Note: More Rhys is coming, I swear :)

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[silversainz]

Here for you

dad!Sebastian vattel x teenage reader

Summary: being the youngest f1 driver and being a female in such a sport can be amazing and scaring sometimes. and well when old man see young females in such a sport they find any opportunity to be a weirdo and creep to them

warnings and read with caution: sexual harassment, pining, creepy behavior, old man, hitting, slapping, lots of angst, Sebastian being a father figure, fighting, mentions of bleeding, crying, cussing lots of it, not proofread, probably some errors.

"and there's the birthday girl!" Sebastian cheered as you walked into the restaurant and pulled you in for a hug while playfully fake crying. Everybody watched the scene unfold and laughed at him, while giving you soft pats on the back and some hugs as you let go of Sebastian and walked over to your seat beside Mick.

"my girl is getting old" you rolled your eyes at Sebastian's dramatic self and put your hand up to your chest acting offended. "I'm not that old! I'm eighteen now!" You gigged as everybody groaned and started pretending to cry on each other.

being the youngest on the gird came with the benefits of being treated like a little sister and daughter to everyone on the gird even with those who you didn't talk to or even know that well. and so tonight for your birthday, eighteen to be exact. they all decided to take you out to your favorite restaurant and just celebrate your birthday together. As they knew you didn't like going all out for your birthday and liked to have simple birthdays.

As the night went on and everybody was laughing chatting away with each other while drinking and enjoying their food. as you were in a conversation with Charlotte who sat next to you, somebody tapped you on the shoulder causing you to jump and look at them, only to see an older looking man, instead of somebody you knew.

"oh um, can I help you?" you asked the man causing the guys to look your way with curious eyes and looking the creepy looking man up and down. "Y-youre y/n, r-right" the man stuttered over his words way too drunk and smelled so badly of strong alcohol

"yeah I am, can I help you?" from under the table Charlotte grabbed onto your hand squeezing it as a warning sign, something she often did with you when she found discomfort in the man talking to you. but you chose to ignore it and politely smiled at the man a happy smile pulling at your lips

"o-oh you're much more beautiful in person, wow babe" he continued on eyeing you up looking at you with hungry lustful looking eyes, it's when he licked his lips and put a hand on your shoulder gripping it roughly, made Sebastian stand up from his seat a furious and disgusting look in his eyes, he walked over to the him and pushed him away lightly "alright that's enough, mate. You've clearly had too much to drunk." Sebastian got up in the mans face and got in front of the man blocking him from you.

the man put his hands up in defense and laughed "o-oh c-come on mate" he mocked Sebastian's accent "I was just admiring the pretty young girl" Sebastian ballied his fist up at that and got up in the mans face.

"I don't fucking care. get lost and stop hitting on young girls you fucking creep" Sebastian grabbed onto the mans shoulder and forcefully pushed him away from the table, he watched as the man took one last look at you and shook his head while walking away.

Sebastian looked at you and rubbed your shoulder in a comfort way "you alright kid" he asked as he made his way back to his seat while looking back and seeing if that man left. "yeah-um I'm fine. that was just unexpected. I'm sorry guys" everybody waved you off mumbling about how it wasn't your fault and tried changing the subject for you, while looking around making sure the creep left.

as hours went by and the restaurant was now completely empty, except for the 11 of you in the restaurant. everybody decided it was time to go home seeing as it was almost three in the morning and you all had spent all morning till night there.

as everybody was putting on their coats and grabbing their valuable items getting ready to leave, they all hugged each other saying goodbye one by one while they all left their separate ways. As you grabbed your phone and was getting ready to leave, Sebastian pulled you to the side with a smile on his.

"I hope you enjoyed your birthday dinner kid" he pulled you in for another hug making you wrap your arms around him hugging him tightly "I sure did. thank you for putting this all together it mean a lot, especially coming from all of you" you pulled away and Sebastian grabbed his coat putting it on getting ready to leave as well.

"well I'll see you tomorrow kid at the race, right?"Sebastian asked as you nodded your head "yeah I'll be there. Also um I need to use the bathroom real quick, can you wait here until I come back please" you asked, Sebastian chuckled while pulling out a chair.

"sure I'll be waiting here, take your time" and with that you walked off in the direction of the restroom, unbeknownst to you a man lurked in the shadows of the restaurant and eyed you from across the bar, like a prey in the night. he tossed his cigarette in the cigarette tray while taking another shot he got up from his seat and walked towards the bathrooms that he saw you walk in.

while you stood there washing your hands. you felt weird like somebody was staring at you, but as you looked around you saw no one and was the only one in the bathroom. You turned off the faucet and dried your hands. as you opened up the bathroom door you were about to walk out when suddenly somebody had grabbed you and pushed you harshly back into the bathroom

it all happened in the blink of an eye, so you didn't even have time to process what was happening, but when you did you opened your mouth to scream but the man was quicker than you and put his hand up to your mouth covering it. "Shh sweetie, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you" his hand slid up your thigh gripping it with his rough hand and you felt tears blurry your eyes but you blinked them away and recognized the man as the some one from earlier. you tried to push him away but he was much stronger than you and kept you trapped in between him and the wall.

"oh shh don't cry" his hand left your thigh and moved the hair from your eyes "please don't cry honey" as his hand left your face and went to reach in his back pocket to get something, you took some as your opportunity and kneed him in the stomach, his hand was free from your face and you so you screamed so loud yelling Sebastian's name.

"you fucking bitch!" The man yelled out and slapped you hard across the face sending you backwards. he grabbed onto your arms and slammed you hard into the wall, you screamed out in pain as he shoved your head in the wall "why did you fucking do that, you fucking bitch!" He let go of you, but all you could do was hopelessly slid down the wall your vision blurry and head pounding with pain causing you to put your hand behind your head and hissing when realized your head was bleeding.

as you sat there the man only saw this as an opportunity and stood above you, gripping onto your cheeks harshly while he raised his hand and slapped you again across the face, causing you to black out and black in, as he went to raise his hand again you heard loud shouts and somebody grabbing onto your body and pulling you into their embrace.

as you regained conscious and could see things, you saw Sebastian standing over the man and punching him over and over until the man's face was bleeding and he couldn't fight back, Sebastian didn't stop tho, he continued on hitting him until somebody eventually pulled him off "let fucking go of me" Sebastian screamed at the person who held him back and broke away from their holding and ran over to the man who laid hopelessly on the floor, he got on top of the man and started punching him repeatedly not stopping until the man passed out.

"s-Sebastian ow fuck" you tried to yell but it only came out as a whisper, "Sebastian!" You yelled this time and held onto your head the pain increasing by the minute. everything suddenly went quiet and all you could hear was the harsh breathing from Sebastian, you whined in pain as somebody put a wet paper towel on your head trying to stop the bleeding.

"fuck kid" Sebastian ran over to you while pushing the employee who held the wet paper to your head away from you and pulled you his chest his using his whole body as a shield as he hugged you. "i-i can't see, it's all blurry" you cried out in his chest, Sebastian lifted your head up from his chest and took a look at your face "shit you're bleeding" the employee who stood beside him handed him more paper towels, while the other one watched the man on the floor and called the cops.

"h-he touched me" you cried out, Sebastian dropped his hand from your head and looked at you "he fucking what" Sebastian went to stand up but you grabbed onto his arm to stop him and pulled him back down to your level. he fought against your strong hold on his arm trying to get loose to go and beat the man up again, but you didn't let go and so he gave up and just pulled you back into his embrace.

five minutes went and Sebastian still didn't let you go even as the cops and ambulance arrived. as the cops handcuffed the man, the paramedics bought you to the car and settled you on the bed in the back getting ready to take to the hospital

"where is Sebastian" you asked the lady beside you, your vision slowly coming back. "He's coming sweetheart" as soon as she answered you Sebastian hopped in the back of the ambulance with you and immediately grabbed onto your hand.

"I'm right here kid" Sebastian gave your hand a light squeeze "I'm scared" you told him as you still couldn't see much and all you practically saw was all blurriness. "You'll be fine don't worry" he resumed you.

"please stay with me"

"shh I'm staying here don't worry"

a/n: I hate the ending I'm sorry, I can't write endings for the life of me. anyways I'm sorry that this is literally all over the place and I know I say this a lot, but I wrote this late again and so I kinda rushed it because this has been sitting in my drafts for days, so I'm very sorry if it's sloppy. On another note Lewis fic should be coming out soon!

#sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel fanfic #Sebastian vettel oneshot #Sebastian vettel angst #formula 1 angst #formula 1 #formula one #f1

[slut4els]

Old Flames 2

omg before i start this second part thank you guys sm for all the support on the first part i love you guys sm and i tried my best to get this out asap!!

contains: !meanellie x !shy/scaredreader, angst, some fluff, some smut, sexual thoughts, alcohol, weed, and i think thats it! lmk if i forgot anything and as always 18+ !!

enjoy lovelys <3

You and ellie barely spoke since saturday. After confessing and hugging for a while you mutually decided to let eachother think in silence.

ellie couldnt stop thinking back to all the times you guys had hung out. what signs did she miss? could she have done something differently? maybe if she told you she was attracted to you maybe you would be together.

You were having similar thoughts, facing the opposite direction as ellie but you decided to text dina.

Dina

12:34 am

y:guess whos my fucking roommate

d:who?

y:ellie.

y:and thats not even the worst part

d: uh oh

d: please dont tell me you did something stupid

y: yeah about that…

y:i kinda told her i used to be inlove with her and thats why i ghosted her.

d: WHAT????

y: I KNOW I KNOW IDK WHAT I WAS THINKING EITHER BUT SHE WAS SURPRISINGLY NICE ABOUT IT LIKE WE HUGGED FOR A WHILE

d: omfg

d: ok whatever just come to my dorm tomorrow morning and we can talk about it while we get ready for the party which you agreed to go to by the way

y: ughhh i forgot about that do i have to go??

d: you promised!!

y: fine ill come over at like 7

d: thank youu and gl with the whole ellie thing.

y: thanks

(end of conversation)

You sighed and put your phone on the charger before deciding you should get some sleep before going to dinas.

you woke up and looked at the flashing red numbers on your alarm clock that read 6:18 AM

you got up and put some sweatpants on along with a hoodie before putting your laptop charger phone and a dress to change into for the party that night into your tote bag. you grabbed your shoes and began tying then when you heard shuffling on the other side of the room

shit you thought to yourself. you really didn’t wanna have to face ellie this morning but she was your roomate after all.

“where are you going this early” she said rubbing her eyes. her voice sounded so raspy, you felt the same butterflies you tried so hard to get rid of senior year but now they were back.

“shit sorry did i wake you up?” you said standing up to look at her ignoring her previous question.

“yea kinda but you didn’t answer my question, where are you going?” she said a little harsher now. “just dinas, ill be back pretty late too so dont wait up” you replied. “oh? and where are you going thats keeping you out so late” ellie replied standing up crossing her arms. she was just wearing a tanktop and sweats, her muscular arms on full display. trying to divert your attention so you wouldnt stare you tried to reply. “just some stupid frat party”.

“oh? well im going to a frat party myself tonight so i guess well both be back late” she said smirking slightly. you rolled your eyes. “yeah ok” you replied turning around and walking to the front door. you opened it but before you closed it again you heard ellie say “you cant pretend nothing happened, y/n” after you heard that you quickly shut the door and started on your way to dinas dorm.

“you need to have an actual conversation with her y/n” dina said. you had spent the last hour and a half talking about your situation with ellie.

“but how i cant even say hi to her without feeling like im going to throw up from how nervous i am” you whined. you could tell dina was tired of listening to you but you didn’t really have anyone else that would put up with it.

“well its gonna happen weather you like it or not, but for now lets focus on your outfit for the party” you knew dina was trying to be helpful by changing the subject but you weren’t completely ready to stop talking about the situation between you and ellie but you complied with dinas request.

“ugh fine, hold on let me get my new dress i bought like two days ago” you showed her the dress. it was black with some glitter and off the shoulder sleeves.

“oh my god it looks amazing! you have to try it on for me” you rolled your eyes before going into the bathroom to change. when you walked out to show dina she opened her mouth slightly with a shocked expression across her face.

“holy shit y/n you look fucking amazing.”

-

you walked into the party with your hair and makeup done by dina. you made a beeline to the drink table dragging dina with you terrified to see ellie sober. you poured some alcohol from a bottle of straight vodka into a small shot glass sized solo cup.

“jeez slow down” dina said with a slightly concerned look as you downed the first shot and started pouring your second one.

“she said she was going to be here and i cannot be sober when i see her” you said after drinking your second shot.

“well how about you come dance for a bit before you get to wasted” dina spoke as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you into a crowd of sweaty bodies all dancing with the music. after a couple of minutes of pure uncomfort you told dina you were getting another drink. you walked over to the table and poured yourself a cup of vodka and punch and decided to go outside to the patio to get some fresh air.

you stepped outside closing the sliding glass door behind you. it was completely empty which was good. it made it easier for you to think. you sat against the wall and closed your eyes taking a sip of your concoction every once and a while listening to the slight beat of the music coming from inside. you thought about a lot of things, college, classes, but mostly ellie. you knew you couldnt avoid the subject forever, but you wished things could just go back to normal. you both being on speaking terms with no romantic feelings for eachother, but it was a little late for that now, and you couldnt keep pushing ellie away, she was your roomate now but you also missed what you used to have. maybe talking to her would be able to do that, but you still wanted to put it off for as long as possible.

you were deep in your thoughts when you heard the sliding sound of the glass door open. you thought it was dina looking for you so you just said, “yeah yeah i know dina just give me like five minutes and ill go back in” however the voice that you thought belonged to your best friend sounded nothing like her, instead it was ellie. “well im not dina but you should probably go back inside” she spoke.

you were pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of her voice looking over at her as she made her way to sit down next to you.

you already being somewhat drunk you responded to her with a little attitude “what do you want, did dina tell you i was going to be out here or something” “well for one i wasnt looking for you, i didnt even know you were going to be out here, i just came outside to smoke, but it’s probably a good thing i found you, we need to talk” she says pulling out a joint from the back pocket of her jeans. she was wearing acid washed dark blue jeans and a maroon tshirt with a sage green flannel over it. she had her hair in a half up half down bun style and of course, her black converse.

you watched intently as she placed the joint between her lips and lit it, the smell hitting your nose as she inhaled and exhaled the substance.

“you shouldve said something, senior year, i might’ve even felt the same”. she started to speak again. “but what if you didnt?”. “then thats it, atleast we wouldve gotten it out of the way”. you wished that what she was saying was true but you knew better. “dont act like it wouldnt have been a big deal ellie, you and i both know that it would change our entire friendship, plus what about cat?”

there was a moment of silence before ellie spoke again “me and cat broke up after a few months but we werent even dating when you cut me off. we couldve tried it out. we couldve gone on dates and shit. We couldve made it work, even if we decided to just be friends.”

after another moment of silence you decided to say something. “what if we tried just being friends again, we cant really avoid eachother anymore you know since were roomates and shit” you proposed. you didn’t want to be just freinds but after months of not talking you couldnt just ask her to date you. Ellie however wanted you to ask her to be more.

“so just friends? nothing more?” ellie said as she turned to look at you. occasionally glancing at your lips.

“well i mean i just thought-“ you were cut off by ellie. “you thought i wouldnt say yes if you asked me to be more?”. you felt heat rise up to your face as ellie moved slightly closer but enough to the point where your shoulders were touching. “i mean, i-i guess?” you were able to stutter out.

“well what if i told you i wouldve said yes?” as she spoke she moved her face closer to yours to the point where you could slightly feel her breath against you.

“i-i dont” before you could finish you were cut off by her lips lightly pressing against yours. you were shocked for a moment but eventually gave in and kissed her back as she flicked her joint elsewhere. the kiss became more lustful when she slightly bit on your bottom lip and entering her tounge in your mouth when you gasped. you put your hands on the sides of her face to pull her in even more. she pulled you onto her lap and her knee pressed slightly onto your core making you gasp and pull away from the kiss for a moment. you felt your arousal growing as your underwear slowly became wet. you wanted so badly for it to go further but you knew you couldnt do it on the patio of a frat party.

ellie tried kissing you again but you held her shoulders to stop her. “ this is amazing but i think we should go back inside, dinas probably worried by now”

“hmm ok but remember we’re roommates”

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A/N

Im so sorry this took me so long to publish but here it is!!! it might be a bit of a longer wait for part three because of school but i will keep you guys updated!! again thank you all so much for the support on the first part im so happy you guys like this series as much as i like writing it!!

#ellie williams x reader #tlou2 #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fic #the last of us #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for snapping at a friend?

We're both 20F.

My friend, we'll call her Dove, has recently become single and decided that she's having a "bad bitch era". Dove's ex was a very introverted person and they would not let her go out and experience nightlife/parties/anything that wasn't staying inside on a screen or playing board games. That controlling behaviour is the main reason that they're an ex now.

Dove has gone from never planning anything with me and always relying on me to initiate conversation to actively trying to do as much as possible. This is great, I'm very happy for her that she's getting all the experiences that she missed out on from 18 - 20 with the dickhead.

However, another fact about Dove is that she is unemployed and has never had a job. She is living off her parents, which is fine, if they want to and can pay for stuff go ahead. I am not in rhe same situation, and I'm currently working early morning shift work (4am starts).

Dove doesn't understand how different our circumstances are, despite me explaining it to her several times, and its really winding me up. She keeps trying to make plans to go out clubbing (none of our other friends will go with her, so this is pretty dependant on me) and then getting pissy with me that I can't tell her when I'm free next week yet because the schedule isn't handed out till the Sunday before. Or she keeps trying to get me to come out last minute when I have to be up at 3am to get to work.

She asked me again to go out while we were on call today and I snapped at her "no I can't do Fri, I already told you, some of us have jobs". She got all quiet and changed the subject. I feel very mean but I'm so tired all the time from this shift (I'm trying to change to the day shift) and she's just being completely oblivious to it on purpose. I have told her this chill and calm many times before, twice in that call and she's just ignoring it. I'm so tired and probably a bitch. Aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[kingofpopmj]

Conscious Decision

Part 3

July 15th, 1988

Katherine and I spent the day together exploring London. She suggested we do some shopping before having lunch. Of course the moment she pulled me into a bridal boutique I knew she had an ulterior motive.

“This would look stunning on you!” Katherine complimented as she pointed out the gown on display.

“Mama Kay, that’s a wedding dress.”

“You should try it on.” She cheered. “It’ll be fun!”

“It’s beautiful but I think I’m going to pass on that.” I laughed off her comment.

“Michael was looking for you last night. He did not buy the jet lagged excuse.”

“Well, I’ll see him tonight.” I said as I guided her towards the exit.

“He fired Tatiana.” She said nonchalantly.

“What?”

“She’s a sweet girl but her crush on Michael was getting out of hand. My poor boy was so embarrassed. He had no idea she would do that.”

“Is he okay?”

“I think seeing his best friend would have helped.”

“Oh you’re making me feel bad on purpose!”

“You’re always the first person he runs to when something goes wrong. Yesterday, however, was the first time you weren’t there. It did a real number on him.”

“I’m sure he’s fine.”

“My boy is experiencing the beginning stages of losing the woman he loves. He is in no way shape or form fine.”

“He doesn’t love me in that way and he’s not losing me. I just needed a break to be alone and avoid any further damage to our friendship. I didn’t mean for my actions to come off as selfish. I’m sorry.”

“Here we go again with all the friendship hoopla.” Katherine rolled her eyes shaking her head. “You are not just friends-“

“We almost kissed. On opening night.” I blurted out. “He ran away from me and hid from everyone.”

“Oh, I see.”

“That’s why I said I think we were wrong.”

“I’m never wrong.” She said sternly ignoring my confession. I couldn’t help but laugh at her stubbornness.

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“Y/N! There you are!” Michael shouted standing from his make-up chair. “Finally!”

“Your mom and I had a girls day.” I smiled hugging him. He kindly asked for the room and his entourage dispersed.

“How is the jet lag?” He asked suspiciously.

“I’m fine. I just need some rest.”

“You didn’t even stay for our after show ritual.”

“Michael-”

“It’s tradition!” He spoke over me. “Why did you leave?”

“I didn’t feel well.” It was partly true. He continued to study my demeanor.

“Tatiana.” He stated. “I didn’t- she wasn’t supposed to do that. I’ve never been so humiliated in my life.”

“I’m really sorry that happened. You didn’t deserve it.”

“You know.. every love song I write is about you.” He muttered.

“What?” I stared at him but he didn’t repeat himself. He closed the gap between us pulling me into his chest.

Each time the wind blows

I hear your voice so

I call your name

Whispers at morning

Our love is dawning

Heaven's glad you came

You know how I feel

This thing can't go wrong

I'm so proud to say I love you

Your love's got me high

I long to get by

This time is forever

Love is the answer

Michael softly sung into my ear as he swayed us back and forth. He held me for a moment longer before leaving a lingering kiss on my temple.

“Michael?” I spoke gently.

“I have to finish getting ready. Can you help with my hair? You’re the only one that does it the way I like.” He smiled pulling me across the room to his vanity.

I watched him as he excitedly gathered all the tools and products I would need. Every time I think we’re on the same page he throws a curveball. It makes it even worse that he just changes the subject as if nothing happened. As I began styling Michael’s hair my mind drifted off to how he makes me feel. When he holds me like that it’s impossible to hide my emotions. Michael is my home. When he holds me I feel complete. He’s the only person I truly feel safe with.

“I love hearing you sing.” I said as I fixed his hair.

“Thank you.”

“I love that song. It’s really beautiful.”

“It’s one of my favorites. It’s like it was in my head my whole life and all I needed to do was write it down.” he met my gaze through the mirror. “It’s inspiring being in love.”

“In love?” I broke our eye contact and tried to focus on his hair. “That’s sweet.”

“Are you in love?”

“Michael-”

“Because I think you are.” He turned to me placing his hands on my hips. “Please tell me that you are.” He stared at me expectantly as he rises from his seat.

Here we are again.

Our chests became connected as I felt his fingers slip under the hem of my shirt leaving a strong tingling feeling along my hips. We were admiring each other’s lips and yearning for what came next.

“I am.” I finally spoke.

“Y/N, I-“ there was a loud obnoxious knock on the door as it swung open.

“Oh-oh- I-I’m so sorry” Greg stood there with an apologetic look on his face. “ I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s okay.” Michael said. “What is it?”

“Princess Diana is on her way. They want us all in place for her arrival.”

Michael looked at me and I gave him a nod. He looked nervous as his lips met my cheek and he hugged me tightly.

“We will talk later.” He stated hopefully as he moved towards the door.

“I’m so sorry.” Greg mouthed before closing the door leaving me alone.

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“This next song is very special to me. It comes from my heart.” Michael spoke as the lights began to dim. “I’m going to perform it a little differently tonight. I hope you don’t mind.” His beautiful voice filled the stadium.

I just want to lay next to you for a while

You look so beautiful tonight

Your eyes are so lovely

Your mouth is so sweet

A lot of people misunderstand me

That's because they don't know me at all

I just want to touch you

And hold you

I need you, God I need you

I love you so much

Michael’s intimate intro to ‘I Just Can’t Stop Loving You’ caused chills to travel down my spine. The longer I kept my eyes on him the more I thought about our moment in his dressing room earlier. There was so much emotion behind it. I just wanted to know what he was thinking. I took a moment to look out into the full stadium. The audience was lit up with thousands of lighters hovering over the sea of fans.

Wow.

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We all gathered backstage after the show to celebrate. I didn’t realize how many people would be here or how loud it was going to get. Nonetheless, I was really enjoying myself, I was sitting with the band when everyone suddenly went silent. I followed their stare and saw the man of the hour.

“Dance with me.” Michael held his hand out and I gladly accepted.

“You’re my favorite dance partner.”

My comment went unnoticed as Michael stared off. His grip on me tightened as we danced in silence. He placed my arms further around his neck pulling me closer to him. Two songs went by without a word from him.

“Michael?” I poked his cheek getting his attention. “What’s going on up there?”

“Nothing.” He spat. He never snapped at me. It made me feel awful. His coldness triggered me deeply making me feel insignificant.

“What’s your problem?”

“I asked you to dance with me why do you feel the need to pester me.” I stepped away immediately looking at him as if he was a stranger. “Y/N-“ he said softly reaching for my hand.

“You’re being so ugly to me.” I shook my head walking away leaving him standing alone. I shoved the dressing room door open swiftly gathering my belongings.

“Jet lagged again.” I heard Michael’s mocking voice behind me.

“No actually at the moment I’m extremely fed up with you.”

“Me?”

“Yes you!” I pointed at him as my vision became blurry. “Why would you ask me to dance just to speak to me like that? You’ve never treated me like that before.”

“No! I wanted to dance with you because- I just- some of the guys from the crew were talking about you. I couldn’t- I tried to keep my cool but they were saying- I didn’t like it-“

“Wait.” I wiped my eyes. “You asked me to dance so no one else could?”

“I-“ he was frozen in place and I felt myself begin to tremble from how angry I was.

“You know what Michael. How about you figure out what you want because I can’t handle this anymore. One minute you’re serenading me asking me if I’m in love and the next you’re acting like this. You keep saying all these things and I have no idea how I’m supposed to take them because you never explain. It feels like you’re toying with me and it isn’t fair. Do you know how terrifying it is to be in love? The thought of losing that person destroys you because he’s one of the most important people in your life. Every time he gives you a shred of hope that he may feel the same he disregards it just as quickly- and it doesn’t even matter because to me- to me he is everything. He’s my everything. This back and forth is- it’s mentally exhausting Michael, but I’m still here.” I frantically caught my breath, Michael’s wide eyes brought me to the realization that I said way too much. He remained silent. I wanted to evaporated. Silence. I just shook my head brushing past him.

Nothing was going to be the same ever again.

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July 16th, 1988

A bright golden beam of sunlight streamed through the curtains seeping through my eyelids. I sighed pulling a pillow over my face. It’s too early for this. The events of the last two days begin running through my mind as I closed my eyes. I’m a complete mess. If I could stay in bed all day I would. Michael was giving me so many mixed signals but, after last night, I’m afraid he may never speak to me again. I sat up throwing the pillow across the room with force.

“You weren’t aiming for me right?” My head snapped to the side to see Michael standing in front of the window looking out at the London sky.

“Michael!” I yelled pulling the comforter up to cover my pajamas.

“I brought us breakfast.”

“How did you get in here?”

“French toast! Your favorite..” he sang placing the take out trays on the table.

“How long were you watching me sleep?”

“I got extra syrup and fresh strawberries.” He danced taking a big bite of a strawberry.

“You scared me! Why are you here this early?”

“I knew the only way you’d listen to me is if I showed up unannounced and brought food.” A smile spread across his face. “Come on sit.”

“Give me a minute.” I sprinted to the bathroom and softly shut the door behind me. I brush my teeth and wash my face but my nerves are still through the roof. Michael’s here in my room acting suspiciously normal. I focused on my breathing as I walked out back into the room.

“My mom.” He stated as I took the seat across from him.

“What?”

“She had a spare key. I was just answering your earlier question.”

“Oh, then yes.” I smiled taking a bite.

“Yes?”

“I was aiming for you.” I answered sticking my tongue out.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. I have a comedian for a best friend folks!” He announced to an imaginary crowd.

“What would you like to talk to me about?” I asked laughing.

“I need you to promise me something first.”

“What is that?”

“I need you to let me say everything I need to say to you without interrupting me.”

“Is everything okay?” His tone beginning to make me nervous.

“I’ll explain everything.”

“I promise. No interrupting.” I held my hand up letting him know I took the oath seriously.

“Well, I want to thank you for visiting me. It’s the sweetest thing anyone has done for me in a long time. This tour has been incredible, but I have missed you very much. It’s just- everything is better when you’re around.” He slid his hand onto the table slowing inching it towards me. He gave me a small smile and I knew exactly what he wanted, so I placed my hand in his. “I know I’ve been all over the place and I’m sorry. It’s just- it’s such a tough situation. I would never intentionally toy with your feelings. I know that’s why you were avoiding me. I understand why and it’s okay. It was just for a few hours but knowing you didn’t want to see me was the worst feeling in the world.”

“I’ve kept something from you for a few years now because I truly believed it was for the best. It was easier when we were kids. We didn’t have to worry or stress. Once I got to the age where I understood my feelings it became more difficult, but not impossible. I told myself it was better to have you as my best friend than not have you at all. I wanted you in my life. I need you and I hate the idea of my feelings ruining our friendship. Then, my career took this incredible albeit insane turn. All the hard work, struggle and pain of my childhood was finally paying off, but it came at a cost. I’m constantly ridiculed, bullied and betrayed. They all misunderstand me because they don’t know me. I’m just a punchline to them.” He places his hand over his eyes leaning his elbow on the table in attempt to conceal his watery eyes. “I knew I had to protect you from this world. The media attacking you. The paparazzi stalking you. I couldn’t bear leaving you vulnerable to it all. There has always been an excuse. And they all seemed like great excuses. It wasn’t until yesterday that I realized it was fear holding me back. The fear of losing you, but let’s face it you aren’t going anywhere and neither am I. Y/N, there is nothing in this world that is worth keeping my distance from you.” His hand fell from his face and landed over mine.

“Y/N, I could never close my heart to you because it’s yours. It has always been yours.”

“I’m terrified but I think- I hope you want this too. I hope you want me- us.”

“I know what happened opening night hurt you. I know because if I had to watch some schmuck kiss you… or dance with you…” he paused his rant shifting in his seat “I would loose my mind. It would break me.” He squeezed his eyes shut softly shaking his head back and forth. “I could feel your pain. I could feel the ache in your heart. I could feel your tears. It was unbearable. I never want to be the cause of it again. Ever.”

“The reality is if we become more it will change your life in an instant. I pray that you feel I’m worth it as much as I feel you are. I know you are. It won’t be easy, but I vow to do everything in my power to keep any harm from coming to you. I will always protect you.”

“Lovely, in all the ways I’ve pictured my life, you are always in it. You and I are inevitable. We are predestined. It’s in the stars. Everything in me chooses you. You are it. You’re the dream of all dreams. You’re my dream come true. I love you. I love you infinitely.”

Michael’s shoulders relaxed as he let out a deep sigh. He stood up and pulled his chair over to sit beside me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My Michael.

“I um- that was probably too much to throw at you all at once. Goodness it’s hot in here.” He started playing with his hair and I knew he was panicking.

“Can I talk now?” I whispered. He hesitantly nodded.

“Michael, please look at me.” His eyes were closed and he shook his head no. “Michael”

He didn’t move and I could tell he thought I was going to reject him. My hands landed on his broad shoulders, his eyes still closed as I ever so gently turned him towards me. I tried to focus on my breathing as my hands traveled to the back of his neck. My fingers running through his curls. I took a brief moment to catch my breath before I leaned in.

As our lips met, a strong bolt of electricity ran through my body. I felt his hands tenderly cup my face as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a gentle urgency. In that moment, nothing else mattered - no excuses - no fears.

Surprisingly, the thought of being pressed up against Michael never crossed my mind, but now that it was happening, I didn’t want it to end. Michael’s hands were strong as he affectionately caressed my body. Our lips slightly parted - our breathing heavy - our gazes falling onto one another. Michael didn’t waste time letting his eyes travel. His breath hitched as he lustfully scanned my legs on either side of his hips.

“Oh lovely.” He quickly caught my lips again gripping the back of my thighs. He stood up carrying me with ease as he moved over to the bed.

I felt the plush mattress form to the curves of my body as Michael hovered over me leaving sweet kisses across my collarbone.

“I love you Y/N” he mumbled against my skin with each kiss.

“My entire life...” he stopped and adjusted himself to look into my eyes. “My whole life I’ve been completely in love with you.” The corners of his lips curved up and he buried his face into my neck. “Michael, I love you with my whole heart.”

“Please don’t let this be a dream.” Michael pleaded.

“This is real.” I smiled finding his lips again. “This is happening.”

“Y/N?” He said against my lips.

“Yes Michael?”

“Can I take you on a date? A real date. Just the two of us. Tonight after the show.” He moved to the space next to me as we both shifted laying on our sides to face each other.

“I would love that.”

“I want to kiss you forever.”

“I would love that.” I repeated flirtatiously.

“My girl.” He smiled leaning his forehead against mine. “You’re my girl..”

“Oh I am?” I teased.

“I would like you to be mine. Do you want to be my girl?”

“Hmmm.. let me think.”

Michael began singing and my heart melted further with each lyric.

You know how I feel

I won't stop until

I hear your voice saying

"I do"

Michael watched me intently waiting for my answer. He leaned closer and I smiled kissing him deeply “I do” I said against his lips.

This thing can't go wrong

This feeling's so strong

Well, my life ain't worth living

If I can't be with you

I just can't stop loving you

I just can't stop loving you

And if I stop

Then tell me, just what will I do

I just can't stop loving you

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There it is part 3!!!

Ahhhhh! Maybe part 4?

I hope you all enjoyed this rollercoaster lol

Let me know what you think. Also, should I put together a tag list?

#michael jackson #michael joseph jackson #michael jackson imagine #michael jackson x reader #king of pop #bad era #bad tour

[totallyshattered]

5-Star Ride

Alison's plane touched down, and she was so relieved to finally be home!

She trudged off the plane, still in the button-down blouse, pencil skirt and heels she'd been wearing in Chicago. In the rush to get out of her hotel room that morning, Alison had forgotten to pack her duffel bag with a change of clothes for the flight. She hadn't realized the mistake until after she checked her suitcase. and the uncomfortable clothes just added to her weariness.

The whole trip had been exhausting. Well, less of a trip, more of a tour. Alison hadn't been home in almost 3 months. She worked as an aide and layout designer to an advertising executive, Mr. Alexander Tennyson, and they'd been doing a cross country campaign for a new pharmaceutical product line.

She’d been transferred under Mr. Tennyson specifically for the campaign and had spent nearly every waking moment of the previous six months with him. He was a tall, Oxford-educated man of African descent with impeccable taste and skill at their business. His deep voice, chiseled features, well-pressed suits, and almost imperial manner had enamored Alison the entire time.

Alison had been at his beck and call, working on the project itself, running errands, getting food, and doing everything Mr. Tennyson and the firm had needed. She’d gotten PAID, but 12-hour days had been the norm, they were in a new city every few days, and then there had been that little incident where she'd gotten drunk and fucked Mr. Tennyson two weeks before the end of the tour.

She shivered, thinking about it. It had been incredible. She'd fantasized about him since she was transferred under him, and when they'd finally hooked up, he was so manly and masterful, he took complete control of the night, and she had let him do things she'd never have dreamed.

But, in the cold light of day, she'd been mortified that she'd given in to her lusts and had rejected him far too harshly the next morning when Mr. Tennyson had tried to broach the subject. The hurt in his eyes haunted her, and the cold deadness that followed had made her cry in her lonely hotel room more than once since.

He hadn't mentioned it again, and he'd remained completely professional, but it was obvious that he was still upset and just going through the motions with her. Alison felt she didn't owe him anything, but she knew she'd handled it wrong and was ignoring all of her feelings from the last half-year.

Deep in her own thoughts, she wandered listlessly to baggage pickup, grabbed her suitcase, and headed to the exit while her regrets and snippets of their passionate night spiraled through her brain.

Not that it mattered anymore, she sighed to herself. He’d probably transfer her away soon now that the job was done.

As she neared the exit, Alison pulled out her phone to set up a ride-share home. She changed accounts to select the corporate account, so she didn't have to go through the pain in the ass of expensing it but was only half paying attention as she swiped through the options.

When she hit submit, her phone buzzed, and the app made a sound she hadn't heard before. She frowned and checked the status. It looked normal, scanning for rides, so she shrugged it off.

She exited the airport and was immediately hit by an icy blast that her light overcoat could not compensate for. Alison shrieked and ducked back into the relative shelter the building offered.

Alison asked one of the porters if she could sit inside and wait, but was told, no, all ride-share clients had to sit in the loading zone. She tried to give him the sad kitty face, but no go.

Finally, she trudged out, found a seat in the ride share waiting area, and hugged her arms around herself, shivering.

Then she waited.

And waited.

Aaaaaannnnd waited until, at some point, she dozed off on the bench despite the brisk wind.

Alison dreamed about Mr. Tennyson. Dreamed about begging forgiveness, dreamed about submitting to him again, and dreamed about servicing his every desire.

Sometime later, she was wrenched from her dreamers sleep by a firm shake.

"Hello, young lass, are you waiting for a ride?" Asked a nondescript, middle-aged man in a bomber jacket and newsboy cap. His voice had a slight brogue that she couldn’t identify in her bewildered state.

Alison shook her head, "...ride? Oh, yes! I'm sorry, I was waiting, and I must have dozed off!"

She tried to stand on shaky legs when the driver scolded her, "Sit down, you daft girl. Stay there and let me do my job."

If she were more awake, she probably would have snapped back, but tired as she was, she obeyed his order.

The driver loaded her bags into a surprisingly nice town car and then opened the door, beckoning her inside. Alison was still a bit shaky when she stood, but she made it into the car before collapsing on the seat.

Oooo, she thought, it was so warm in the car, and the seats were even heated!

Now, wrapped in warmth, her sluggishness returned tenfold, and she smiled slightly as the driver got in and began the trip. He called himself Shane and told her he'd get her to her proper destination.

Shane did the normal driver shtick, asking her questions about herself, her trip, her job, etc. Allison answered the questions far less guarded than she would normally because she felt so warm, so drowsy, that she didn’t think to hold back. She only just managed to stop herself from describing her night with Mr. Tennyson.

Shane wasn't fooled, though. He zeroed in on her sudden silence, “Did something happen between you, and your boss?"

Allison flushed, "Um, that's not really your business, Shane."

"Sir," he corrected sharply.

The directness startled Allison, "Wait, what?"

"You should address men properly when they are leading you," he elaborated condescendingly. "I am leading you to your proper destination, you should address me with respect. You call Mr. Tennyson 'sir' when he directs you, don't you?"

Alison's bleary mind tried to latch onto a coherent response, but all that came out was, "Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he responded smugly.

Alison flushed.

"Now, tell me what happened?"

The story flowed out of Alison. Every detail.

Drinking a few too many cocktails at the client mixer.

Shamelessly making out with Mr. Tennyson after the client called it a night.

Grinding on his bulge on the dance floor.

Being ordered to come to his hotel room and practically creaming herself.

Actually cumming when he'd pulled her head down to suck his huge cock from the passenger seat of the rental.

His hidden fingers buried in her cunt from behind while she desperately tried not to make a sound during the seemingly endless elevator ride to his suite.

Being stripped and servicing him on her knees in the entryway of the room.

Giving and getting licked, sucked, and fucked on every surface in the room and in every position Mr. Tennyson twisted her pliable body into.

Feeling his bare rod fill her unprotected pussy with potent cum at least four times before they’d passed out.

Waking up to being taken and filled again during the night, and then falling asleep with his cock in her mouth when he ordered her to clean it with her mouth.

And finally, the shame, the panic she’d felt the next day, and her subsequent mistreatment of her boss.

Alison was mortified, beyond embarrassed, and almost impossibly turned on as she finished the story.

Shane, smirking, but saying nothing, offered her a drink that looked like a flavored sparkling water.

After that whole train wreck, a drink sounded good to her though she wished it was something stronger.  Shouldn’t she be home by now?

The liquid inside was a bright neon pink color, the kind she'd loved as a teen, but had tried to distance herself from as an adult. At that moment, the nostalgic feeling of pink was a comfort instead of an embarrassment.

Alison hesitantly took the bottle, but before she could open it, Shane reached back and grabbed her wrist firmly, but without pain.

"What do you say, girl?" He growled.

Despite her exhaustion, adrenaline spiked through her. Her mind searched for the answer while her eyes were locked with his harsh gaze. Finally, she sputtered out, “Thank you! Uh, sir. Thank you, sir!”

He smiled at her, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Better, but that’s twice. You’d better not forget yourself again on this ride.”

Rattled, Alison finally got the bottle opened and sipped the saccharine liquid, and to her surprise, the drink even tasted pink. She giggled and took another sip, trying to keep her dignity, but just ended up gulping it down, little rivulets of pink escaping her lips dripping on her black coat.

Alison finished the bottle in one long draught and felt a different kind of warmth pour through her. Goosebumps raced down her body as if she was being caressed with slender fingers. She gasped for air at the feeling and then began giggling again.

"Have another," Shane ordered her. Part of Alison tried to rebel against being commanded, but the Pink told her to be a good girl and have another.

“Yes sir. Thank you, sir,” said the Pink Ali.

Alison opened the second bottle and began to gulp the oversweet elixir down. The feelings intensified, and she felt the heat surge through her.

It was so hot, and it felt so good, but at the same time, she was so tired, all she could do was moan, giggle, and drift.

Shane’s voice cut through the haze, “Doesn’t it feel good when you do what you’re told?”

“Uh, um, what?” Mumbled Alison. She couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think.

“I told you to take a drink, you did it, and then you felt good, right you stupid girl?” Asked Shane.

“Yes… but, the drink,” Alison tried to respond. She felt so strange. Were her clothes tighter? Did her tits always bulge out from her shirt like that?

“No,” he cut her off. “You already felt good when you obeyed, didn’t you?”

“…yes”

“And then when you obeyed again, and took another drink, and it felt even better, correct?”

“Yes…”

“So,” the sneering Shane concluded, “It feels good when you obey.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl, good girl.”

Pink Ali beamed. Yes, she was a good girl, she obeyed.

“It’s proper for a stupid lass like you to obey men.”

“No, not… not stupid,” Alison responded.

“Yes, you are stupid,” Shane confirmed, smirking. “You don’t respect men properly, you don’t have any manners and need instructions like a child, and you tell all of your personal business to perfect strangers. Only stupid girls do that.”

“Yes, yes I’m so stupid,” agreed Ali as Alison subsided again.

“You are a stupid girl. Stupid girls obey and respect men. You should always obey and respect men.”

“Yesss…,” Ali was getting stronger. Her skirt felt tight, her panties wedged between her big ass cheeks.

“It feels good to obey, and stupid girls need to obey men. Men like Mr. Tennyson,” continued Shane.

At the mention of Mr. Tennyson, Ali moaned, “Ohh, yessss…”

“It feels good to obey Mr. Tennyson. You always have to obey him like a servant, don’t you?”

Alison clawed her way back, “No… not always… not a servant… just a job…”

“Stupid girl!” Scolded Shane. Alison winced, tried to hold on. “It is your job to do whatever Mr. Tennyson says to do so he can do his work, yes?”

“Uh, uh, yes,” stammered Alison losing her grip.

“If you have to do whatever he tells you all the time, it means you always obey him, and obedience feels good.”

“Yessss,” Ali agreed, she started rubbing her plumping thighs. They were so smooth. Her nails were so cute and pink.

“You obey everything Mr. Tennyson says, obeying him feels good. Servants always obey, it’s their job. You are his servant.”

“I… I am… servant,” Ali wheezed, feeling so good.

“Good girl,” Shane rewarded Ali. Ali beamed, and her fingers slipped into her thong to rub her pussy.

Shane continued, “You are Mr. Tennyson’s servant. You love to obey him. It feels good. It makes your stupid girl cunt drip.”

“YES” Ali gushed, figuratively and literally.

“You take care of all his needs. Whatever he needs, you obey, right?”

Alison made a desperate surge. “No, not… not everything he needs… Not...  everything…” She was getting weaker and weaker. It felt so good to let Ali talk. It was easier. Felt so good. Why was she trying so hard?

“Yes, everything,” Shane reinforced. “Remember when you took care of his needs as a man. When he told you to follow, you followed. When he told you to suck, you sucked. When he told you to fuck, you fucked. When he told you to cum, you came.”

“Oh yes! Yes!” Ali groaned happily. She began stroking her other fingers across her cock sucking lips. They felt so good, they felt so much bigger, so much more sensitive, like she had another clit on her lips.

“Heehee, pussy mouth,” Ali giggled.

Shane rolled his eyes and continued, “So, obeying Mr. Tennyson doesn’t just feel good. It makes your pussy wet. Stupid girls like you get wet when they obey strong men like Mr. Tennyson.”

“I… I… “ Alison tried to deny it.

“You obey Mr. Tennyson. Obeying him makes your pussy wet. You are wet for Mr. Tennyson. Say it!”

“I get wet from Mr. Tennyson!” cried Ali, exultantly. Her fingers were buried in her pussy now. She pinched the nipple of one of her massive tits that had finally burst free of her blouse.

“If you obey Mr. Tennyson, and obeying makes you wet, and you do anything for him including taking care of his manly needs, you aren’t just a servant, you’re a slave.”

“Noooooo…,” wailed Alison weakly. There wasn’t much left of her.

“You are a stupid girl who only obeys him. Your only value is serving him and servicing him. You help him do his work. You drain his cock. It’s all you’re good for,” Shane grinned at her in his review mirror, enjoying her transformation. “You are his slave.”

“Yes! Yes, Ali is Mr. Tennyson’s slave!” Ali squealed happily. She wanted to cum so bad. She wanted to cum on Mr. Tennyson’s cock.

“Slaves don’t call their owners by their names,” Shane told her. “What do they call him?”

“Mmmmaasstteeerrrrr!!!” Ali exulted. It seemed Alison was gone.

“Good slave,” said Shane, his job done. “Now, don’t cum until your Master tells you. He would be very angry.”

Ali gasped, “Oh no, I’ll be a good girl, I won’t cum until Master says so!” It was so hard, she was so warm, so wet, so horny, she wanted to cummmm. But she had to obey!

Ali continued to edge, the rest of the world forgotten. She vaguely heard Shane talking, but not to her.

“Yes sir, it’s done. I’ll be there in a few minutes. You should bring a blanket. Mmhm. Mmhm. Yes, Mr. Tennyson, I expect payment on delivery”

Ali heard him say Master’s name! She was going to Master! Shane was so nice to take her to Master!

The car finally pulled up to a gated, modest sized, but elegant house with a well-manicured lawn. The electric gate opened, and Shane pulled in.

All 6’4” of Mr. Alexander Tennyson waited at the bottom of the steps, a blanket slung over his arm.

Shane stopped, got out, and opened the passenger door. The smell of sugar and arousal flowed out. Tennyson smirked at the vision inside. A caricature of his assistant sat, head back, eyes closed, fingers pumping in her cunt, awaiting her new life.

“Come here, Alison,” he ordered.

Ali’s eyes fluttered open, and she set her eyes on Master. She cried out for him and leapt from the car. She embraced him and burst into tears.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” the tiny remaining shred of Alison sobbed out. “I love you, Master. I always wanted to be yours!”

Tennyson’s face softened. He bent down, wrapped her in the blanket, and lifted her, holding her close to his chest. He whispered to her, “I know, Alison. I forgive you. I love you, too. Now you’re mine forever.”

Ali fell asleep in his arms as Master carried her into her new home.

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Shane picked up all the luggage he had stowed in the car and took it into the house and feeling very smug at another job well done.

The Full-Service package was expensive, but he guaranteed satisfaction.

Shane checked his phone, making sure the wire transfer had gone through. He confirmed it, closed the door, and got back into his car.

Just as he was about to drive off, he felt a buzz at his elbow. It was the bimbo’s phone, still open, and sitting on the completed screen for the ride-share app. She’d never even noticed the destination change or the Full-Service package request. Stupid girl.

He picked up the phone, smiled evilly, and rated the trip 5-stars. Shane always took them where they needed to go.

#mind conditioning #hypnotic sex #breast expansion #ass expansion #bimboization #unprotected sex #snowbunny #My Alli

[itsbuckytm]

Lost Memories | Ben Hargreeves

Summary: In which the reader and Ben were finally able to reunite. However, with the new Ben in town things get a little complicated.

Enjoy!! 🤍

Meeting the Sparrows were never an option and yet there they were. Each of them standing proudly by their family’s name not moving an inch. Your eyes wondered around the room having no clue on how to handle the situation. You watched innocently as your siblings tried to keep a straight face before striking a fight. It wasn’t before Diego noticed Ben’s awful personality. As if, the timeline they were at had brough not only Ben but a bunch of ego maniacs wishing only fame and power in the eyes of the world.

Sitting next to Diego you nudged him to calm himself down. Speaking in such tone wouldn’t make a different and you knew that. However, while the others started to argue about their wealth being, Ben’s eyes never left you out of sight. Not only he was baffled to see you here but with the awful attitude of his, got him this close to rip you out of your seat far away from Diego or anyone who dared to sat down next to you. Especially when it was another male’s presence. “Calm yourself.” Fei’s voice caught the boy quietly as she knew about the two people’s past. Ben needed time and patience before getting to you. Which for him, being patient wasn’t his cup of tea.

The next morning, you had joined Luther on a run. For once you were able to catch up on your life, decompress. Well, that is when both you and your brother were found unconscious. However, you did remember seeing a few similar silhouettes, and it wasn’t until Luther and you managed to wake up and were now found in a room. Grace’s warm welcome caught you off guard when you noticed you weren’t in the hotel anymore but back at the academy. “Shit.” Was all you could say when Luther with little subtle opened the curtains that welcomed the famous Sparrows sharing a not-so-welcoming. 

“Good morning.” You nervously gulp the moment you peaked behind Luther’s shoulder. Sloane noticed your presence as she smiled at both of you. You on the other stood a little bit on the cautious side quietly approaching, following Luther like a lost puppy. Which to Ben’s remark found it so pitiful. “Don’t mind him, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Fei smiled at you, somehow or someways Fei’s presence got you more warmth than the rest. So you smiled in return, completely ignoring Ben’s words.

As the day went on, you were able to discover the academy in a new retrospective. The library room was filled with books. Unlike your real father in your timeline of yours, hated reading or collecting classics. Losing yourself through the hallways you had forgotten the day had turned into night. You approached the third floor when you heard subtle voices which seemed to be arguing over something.

With curiosity, you walked silently knowing that the floor hadn’t been retouched and so creaks were heard if not cautious. “You are so delusional Fei. Did you even see how she ignored me the whole day?” It was Ben’s voice and as you leaned closer to the door, tried your best to get a glimpse of the conversation.

Fei looked at her brother with enjoyment. “Have you ever been in love, Ben?” In love. A strong word neither of you had experienced aside Luther, Allison, Viktor, Klaus and Five. Since your grief for Ben had drained you to the last drop, being loved or loving someone else had completely vanished from your memories. “Stop changing the subject Fei. I’m talking about Y/N right now and they had barely spoken a word to me since we met.”

It was true, after all, after seeing the new Ben not even Diego nor Klaus were to speak about him. Heck, if you were to find them in the same room chances are a deadly crime could be happening at any moment. “Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole around her maybe she will.”

You were so caught up with the conversation you had forgotten you were eavesdropping and the moment you heard the sound of heels walking in your direction. You were in some deep shit. Too late to hide, you were at least able to stand a little far away from the door pretending to walk when Grace smiled at you. The mother you once knew approached to say hi just when both Ben and Fei shared a look of confusion when they opened the door. “Y/N?” Ben was the first to notice, you on other had to find a solution to get out of this mess.

“I’ve- I’ve been helping Grace to bring the food…” You swore to yourself, hoping that maybe Grace’s knowledge was smarter. “She has! Isn’t she lovely? She even brought extra snacks.” With luck she wasn’t that of a dumb mechanic you thought she was especially when she gave you a delicate smirk and left the tray to her children, leaving you however, in the middle of a discussion.

“Well… I’ll leave.”

“Wait!” Ben caught you off guard when you felt his hand grip your arm. His eyes soften and yet showed confidence the moment he heard Fei’s snorts, holding the best she could not to be sick by the awful romance happening right before her eyes. “Alright, Alright I’ll leave.” She watched her brother hissing when she and her crows finally left the place, whispering a “good luck” quick enough before finally leaving.

It was then you both stood there. You are in the middle of the entrance of the room. Which Ben soon enough welcomed you in a quite uncomfortable way, to say the least. “So.. how’s it to be alive?” You knew the Ben who was standing right before you was in fact the same. And you were not ready nor wanted to know the answer to which why he was able to find a way to come back. Somehow, your remark had made him chuckle. “Well, it’s a long story…”

A long story indeed. But something about seeing Ben so vulnerable and yet not holding an inch to bring this asshole of personality of his. Had finally made you both able to be at least comfortable within the same room. “You know, I’ve been looking for you.” To your surprise, you were too. Well once you finally confess your time and sweat into being convinced that Ben’s presence has been here all along. Ben did the same. How he hated not seeing you anymore. The urge the protect you when he couldn’t. And with Klaus’s awful mannerism he had nightmares thinking just about the worse.

“I can say that maybe being in that timeline now, did have its good things, ugh?” You nervously chuckled, feeling your cheeks turning into a light shade of pink. Which Ben noticed and with a subtle way felt his fingers caressing your cheek. Leaning delicately to press a soft kiss on your forehead. “And we will try to end this timeline together.”

“Together.”

#imagines #preferences #ben hargreeves #ben x reader #tua imagine #ben hargreeves x reader

[mrs-santoss]

Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Three

Summary: 

Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can't risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

The first month went amazing. I'm looking forward to continue working here as long as I can. I made a lot friends from work, but I grew very close with Neymar and Kylian specifically. My situation with Neymar became more and more complicated. I sometimes find myself waking up early in the morning just to get at work early and have a chance to chat with him before work starts, he's always five or ten minutes early everyday. We've been flirting back and forth a lot. I was invited to his house and Kylian's house for movie nights or game nights with friends a few times.

When I started hanging out with the guys outside of work, I got to know them more personally. Neymar is such a caring person, Kylian on the other hand is very positive and funny. I have to admit, I caught feelings for Neymar. I'm not sure about him, though. At first, he seemed interested in me, now he's more distant. Not that he ignores me or anything, in fact, he makes sure to invite me every weekend to hang out with the group. But, he just doesn't flirt with me as much anymore. I was pulled out of my day dream by a touch in the shoulder, I jumped a little. "Heyy, pretty. What are you thinking about?" Kylian gives me a quick kiss on the head and sits next to me on the bench. "Hey, Ky. Nothing, I'm just a little tired. I slept late last night." "Why? What kept you awake?" "It's nothing important. Whatcha doin?" I try to change the subject, but he can see right through me. "Y/N, I've known you enough to know when you're lying. You're not a very good liar." We pause for a moment. He tries not to push me too much, but still wants to know what's bothering me. "Is this about Neymar?" he asks and I freeze. "What do you mean?" "Oh, you know what I mean. You guys flirt with each other all the time." "Well, not anymore." I confess to him. "So that's what this is about. Y/N, I've spoken to Neymar about this a couple times, he just feels like you're not interested in him that way. Maybe, you should let him know that." "Kylian, I'm not a very confident person. I can't just go up to him and ask him out, what if things get weird and this ruins the friendship between us, between the three of us, actually?" "Don't worry about it too much. Besides, I don't think you can continue like this for much longer. I'm sure your feelings will grow more and more each day." "I can't risk it, Ky. Not this time. Not again." "What do you mean?" "I've had a complicated situation in the past. That's why I try to avoid falling for my friends."

He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me to his chest.

"I'm not really sure what you went through, but I don't think it's the same situation. I will be there for you guys on whatever you decide to do. Btw, you would make a hot as couple, trust me" he says and manages to make me laugh. "You're crazy. You know that, right? Thank you, Ky." "Anytime, pretty! I have to go now, see you around" he gives me a quick kiss on the head and releases me from the hug to leave.

"Bye, Ky" ____________________________ Someone knocks on my office door. I tell them to come in. Neymar peaks his head inside and gives me a smile before he comes in all the way and closes the door. He's here for a quick check up for his injured leg. "Hey, Ney! How are we today? Any pain or discomfort?" I ask him and stand up to make my way to the bed where he laid. "Hi, Y/N. No, everything is okay. I think it's completely healed at this point." I take off his shoe and examine his ankle. Everything seems okay. I ask him a couple questions about it and take notes on my notepad. "Great! I think you're good to go. You shouldn't be experiencing any troubles in your next game. Obviously, I will be there for you if anything happens, but normally it shouldn't bother you." "That's great to hear. Thank you, honey. Hey, btw, have you forgotten about the game night tonight at my place? Kylian, Thiago, Sarah, you and I will be playing Fifa and having a couple of beers tonight." I had forgotten about it for a second due to the overload of work, but I remembered it as soon as he mentioned it. We spoke about it yesterday during lunch. "Oh, right. No worries, I will be there. I might be a few minutes late because I lost the bet with Sarah, so I need to cook something to bring to the party" I tell him and we both laugh at that memory of yesterday. "Sure, I'll wait for you, I mean, We, We'll wait for you" he says stuttering.

"Great, thank you, Ney." _________________________ I ring the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer it for me. I doubt anyone is hearing it over the loud music, but the plates are getting heavy on my hands, so I ring it a couple times. Kylian opens the door and reaches his hands out to me for the plates. "Thank you, Ky. I see you started the party without me" we give each other a quick kiss on the cheek before we head inside. "Everyone got here a few minutes ago, we're making drinks" We walk into the kitchen and my eyes immediately land on this girl I don't know. She was talking to Neymar. I always hated jealousy as a feeling. It drove me fucking crazy. He's not even mine and I'm already jealous. Neymar notices me and walks over to hug me. "Hi, Y/N. Glad you made it. We had some last minute changes, this is my friend, Sierra." The blonde girl gives me a dirty look through her smile and walks over to say hi. Great, I already don't like her. How is it possible that I only met her a couple seconds ago and I can already tell what kind of person she is.

"Hi, Sierra. I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you" "Hi, Y/N. Nice to meet you too" she gives me a quick fake smile and immediately turns to Neymar. "Hey, Ney. Can you teach me how to play right now before everyone gathers around the TV?" "Yeah, sure. Go wait for me in the living room."

I walk away from the situation and join Kylian who is unwrapping the plates I brought putting them on other serving plates. I decided to help him. He gives me a concerning look I can't really read. "The food looks amazing. You're a great cook. I think this should be your thing about our parties." I stay silent. I'm not listening to a word he's saying. My mind was still at that Sierra girl with Neymar. I have no right to act bitchy, I mean, he's my friend and nothing else. But, come on. This is our thing. Our party. I hear laughing coming from the living room.

"Y/N? Are you even listening to me?" Kylian touches my shoulder, bringing me to reality. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Of course!" "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" "No, I didn't. Sorry, Ky."

Thiago calls Kylian to help him send the drinks to the living room. I reach out and grab a shot from the tray. Thiago gives me a look, but continues on. I take the shot like water and pull out the bottle to fill another one. Everyone is at the living room at this point, I'm the only one left in the kitchen who's supposed to bring the last plates and join them. I need to use the bathroom first, so I make my way to the bathroom that's the closest to the kitchen. I can hear voices coming from the office next to the bathroom. The door was slightly cracked. I can hear Neymar's and Kylian's voice. "I didn't know she was going to be here, I haven't seen her in ages." "You need to do something about it, Y/N clearly looks hurt." "How do you know that, Kylian?" "I just do, Neymar. Okay? You need that girl-"

I heard footsteps so I had to run into the bathroom, I couldn't hear what Kylian was about to say. Wow. I shouldn't have eavesdropped, that's against my nature. Does Neymar know I have feelings for him? Why did he sound like he doesn't care about my opinion on that Sierra girl if he has feelings for me too, like Kylian says? I stay there in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. The shots I took clearly unbalanced me, making me dizzy. I don't even care anymore. I'm worried about how will I survive the next 3-4 hours with that girl being here. I finish my business and leave the bathroom. Once I walk into the living room, I can see everyone already on their seats. The boys had come to the living room before me. I usually sit between Ney and Ky or next to Sarah. The first option was outside the window since Sierra had taken my place. So, I sit next to Sarah who gives me a concerning look. "Y/N, are you okay, honey? You look dizzy, are you drunk already?" "No, I'm okay. I only took I shot while I was preparing the food in the kitchen." She finds this weird but decides to brush it off. We start taking turns on playing Fifa. I used to play Fifa before I met the guys, but now I do it religiously every weekend with them. I'm pretty good at it. I don't know how the universe managed to make me go against Sierra on my next game. I take the controller and prepare myself to play. I forgot to mention that I also chugged a martini a few minutes ago. So now, I can say with clear certainty that I'm officially drunk. Everyone seems to notice this once I begin to play. I miss all the opportunities and struggle with keeping the ball. Kylian gives me a concerned look. He wants to make this stop. He knows what my problem is. Even though I didn't admit it to him earlier, he is aware of the situation. Kylian stands up from his place and sits next to me after I'm done with the game where Sierra beat me, now she's taking her turn with Neymar. Great, just great. Not only did I lose to this girl who's clearly here for his attention, but I've managed to also embarrass myself in front of my friends. "Y/N, honey. Maybe we should go easier on the drinks, yeah?" "Whyyy? I'm having fun." "No, you're not. You're clearly bothered by this situation, but you need to control yourself." "Ky, honey. Trust me. I'm okay. Okay?" I say to him, slurring. "I don't believe you, but okay. If you say so." We decide to take a break from the game and listen to some loud music, eat food and dance. I aced the three of those things. Especially the dancing one. I was on my feet all night. Neymar tried to approach me a couple times but he decided not to every time. I couldn't tell if he was avoiding me or not. I suddenly feel sick from all the spinning, I feel like throwing up. I run to the bathroom and I hear someone's footsteps behind me.

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[animentality]

Funny work story time

I write handbooks and revise policy guidance for the federal government, and my boss spent all of yesterday morning screaming at me. Why, you might ask?

Because I noticed that one of the policy handbooks she wrote was written completely out of order. She had two redundant sections at either end of this document, and when I researched OUR OWN GUIDANCE, it literally said, do NOT do this out of order.

So I rearranged it, and she reviewed it.

She then proceed to complain that I "moved things around" and that's not how you're supposed to organize documents, according to our other guidance.

But here's the fucking thing.

I literally showed her the same guidance she was talking about...which I FOLLOWED TO A T, AND SHE HAD COMPLETELY IGNORED.

So she spent yesterday morning screaming this isn't what I asked for, and why can't you just do what you're told, and why are you being difficult...

and I'm like...what you're asking for is literally just wrong. By your own guidance's rules.

And plus, I literally have guidance samples from every other US agency of equivalent size.

Not a single fucking one of them follows her bullshit structure. why would they? it makes no fucking sense to have two sections that say the same shit, on either side of the document.

So a third person joined our screaming match of a call, and she deflated the situation.

But in private, she takes me aside, and she's like... Bella is a very special individual. She's a control freak. She's like a toddler. If you change her routine or try to do things slightly out of order, she just breaks apart. She's fragile. So just let her cool down, and then she might take your suggestions.

She sees the world in black and white, and writing is often gray, occupying a space between right and wrong, because there's no "right" way to write.

But I'm like...shaking my head at the idea of a GROWN ADULT asking another grown adult to do something for her, and then breaking down when he does it.

Like are you joking?

I'm literally working under a fucking child.

How the fuck is she the manager when she can't manage her shit?

Newsflash, not everything goes according to your fucking "order."

Anyway.

The guidance is still wrong.

It's objectively wrong too. It's literally black and white here. She is WRONG.

This is not a matter of "subjective" opinion. I had evidence, and I am right.

But I'm working with a tantrum throwing kid in a grocery store, so, I'll just say, ah yes, little Billy, you ARE right, you should be able to pay the cashier in yen.

I'll just go do that.

#personal #work story #sighs #shes nuts

[eltheabberation]

My part for @tgpairup with @canadianlucifer :D This was my first time doing something like this and I'm really glad I got to participate. I ended up writing a fic about Touka, so hopefully you like it :D

Drip. 

Touka cursed under her breath. Mr. Yoshimura glanced at her. 

“What’s wrong?” the older man asked.

Touka turned back to look at her cup.

She’d been working at Anteiku for a week now, and yet she still couldn’t get the hang of it. The coffee she made was too bitter, the counters she cleaned were too dusty, and now…

“…pitcher… pours too fast,” she grumbled.

“Hm?”

“I said the stupid pitcher pours too fast.”

He walked over to the counter Touka was working at and looked over her shoulder. Coffee dripped down the sides of her cup. He looked back at her.

“May I?” He held out his hand. She handed the pitcher to him. He took it with a nod and pulled out two more cups.

“You have to be patient,” he said as he poured into one of the cups. “You can’t tip the pitcher too much, then it overflows. Don’t pour in just one place either, try moving it in a circular fashion.” He handed the pitcher back to her and motioned to the other cup. “Now you try.”

Touka fumbled with the pitcher as she tried to copy his movements.

“A little slower,” he said. She tipped her hand back slightly. “And stop.” 

Touka looked at her work. It was… well, it wasn’t overflowing this time. She took a sip and grimaced. 

“It’ll get better,” Yoshimura reassured her. “One day, you’ll look back and think of how far you’ve come.”

Touka wanted to scoff, but hesitated. Instead, she remained silent, blowing a strand of dark hair out of her face. 

“Well, anyway,” Yoshimura said, picking up the cups and pitcher and moving over to the sink. He pulled something out of a drawer, and then walked back over to Touka. “Here. For your studies.”

A math textbook, the grade above the previous one she’d been lent, and another small book. She opened it. 

“It’s a short story collection,” he explained. “To practice your kanji.”

“...Thanks.” Ever since Yoshimura had suggested she attend school, Touka had been studying however she could to try and catch up with the other kids her age. It was hard, but she was starting to get the hang of it. 

“Hopefully you’ll be able to enroll next semester,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said, stuffing the books into her bag, and slinging it over her shoulder. “I have to go, er, make sure Ayato’s alright. He doesn’t do very well on his own.”

“Alright.” Yoshimura gave her a gentle smile. “See you tomorrow, then.”

“See you.”

***

Touka entered the coffee shop already in a bad mood. Dragging herself to work had been nothing short of a hassle, and her leg still ached from the night before, the bone still not fully healed.

“Fucking Tsukiyama…” she muttered.

“Morning, Touka!” Koma called. The fearsome ghoul known as the Devil Ape was currently busy mopping the floors of the small cafe. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

“Morning,” Touka replied, brushing past him as quickly as she could. Koma was nice enough, but she wasn’t in the mood for a conversation right now. 

When she made it to the back room, Yoshimura was waiting for her. 

“Morning, Mr. Yoshimura,” she muttered.

“Yomo told me-”

Touka made a purposeful show of completely ignoring everything he was saying, instead moving over to the cupboard to get the supplies she needed for the day. 

“Touka, please, I’m serious, if you keep this up-”

“It’s none of your business.” She pulled a can of coffee beans off the shelf and opened it. Almost empty. “Whatever brand this is, we need to restock it,” she called.

“Don’t change the subject,” he said sternly. “What you and Ayato are doing is incredibly reckless, and if the doves catch wind of it-”

“If the doves catch wind of it, we’ll kill them.” She took another can off the shelf and checked it as well. “This one’s still pretty full.”

“You and Ayato can’t take on a whole army of doves, Touka. And what about the other ghouls in the ward? They’ll be vulnerable too.”

“To hell with all of them,” she grumbled. “Just stop lecturing me.” She reached for another can of beans, this one a shelf higher. Suddenly, she heard a sharp crack, a shock of pain going through her leg. She hissed, her jaw clenched.

“I- Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she said. She tried to move her leg. “Shit!” More pain, and now her head was splitting. 

Suddenly, Yoshimura was at her side. He held out a hand. She steadied herself and mumbled a thanks.

“I’m just worried about you. You and Ayato both. That’s all,” he said.

Touka fell silent.

“How about you take the day off today?” he suggested.

“Sure,” she mumbled.

“Do you need any help getting to your apartment?”

“No, no, I’m fine.”

As she stumbled towards the doorway, Mr. Yoshimura called out one last time.

“Be careful, alright?

“...alright.”

***

Touka set her school bag with a plunk.

“How was it?”

“Huh?” She looked up at Yoshimura.

“Ah, school, I mean,” he said, handing her a kettle. “Can you fill this up please?”

“Sure.” She walked over to the sink. “It was… it was fine,” she said, as she turned it on.

“Just fine?” He tilted his head slightly.

“Well, it was nice…”

“... but?”

She sighed. “There were just… a lot of humans.”

“You didn’t like that?”

“No, I mean, that’s not it,” she said, walking over to hand him the kettle. “Here.”

“Thank you.” He put it down on the counter. “So, what is it then?"

“Well, it’s not that I didn’t… like it,” she said, fumbling to find the right words, folding her hands on the counter. “It just felt… weird. They’re nice and all, but they…” They can have dinner with their families. They can eat without feeling guilty. They don’t have to live in fear of doves. They’ve never had to kill a person in their lives.

They aren’t monsters.

“I understand.” Yoshimura’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. When she looked up at him, his smile was soft. Sympathetic.

“Mhm.” She looked back down at her hands, trying to find another topic. “Oh!” She suddenly remembered something else. “I made a friend today… I think.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really!” she snapped, waving a hand around. “Her name was Yoriko. She, uh, seemed nice.” She narrowed her eyes. “She even gave me some of her lunch.”

“So a bit too nice, I suppose,” Yoshimura joked. He chuckled to himself.

“I had to miss 4th period.” Touka grumbled. She grumbled. “At least she seemed happy.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re making friends.” He smiled warmly at her. 

She looked back down. “Yeah…” She started to smile, then stopped. Remembered. Remembered the difference between her and Yoriko. 

“Yeah.” More somber, this time. 

It was a bittersweet day.

***

Touka had barely said a word all day.

When she’d first come into work, she’d been shaking. She quietly greeted Koma and Irimi, before rushing into the back room. Since then, her conversations had been limited to asking customers for their orders and little else. 

How could she, really? How could she go about her day as if it was normal, as if nothing happened?

Her hand slipped, fumbling with the pot she was holding. Hot coffee spilled down her hand and onto the counter. She clenched her teeth, put the pot down, and went to get a towel.

“Everything alright?” Yoshimura asked. 

“Yeah, sure.” She opened up one of the cupboards and pulled out a towel, then went back over to the counter.

“We can talk about it if you’d like.”

“I don’t.” She carefully wiped the spilled coffee. “So stop asking.”

“Are you sure?” he persisted. “Because-”

“I SAID I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!” She hadn’t meant to be that loud, but what had come out was almost a scream. She glanced in the direction of the main cafe, then back at her workstation. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Her eyes started to sting. She leaned over on the counter, her head in her hands.

She heard Yoshimura’s footsteps behind her, then felt a soft hand on her shoulder. She looked up, no doubt a few tears were rolling down her cheeks. He offered a small smile.

“I…” She took a deep, shaky breath. “He just- he just… left! I didn’t even know he- he was planning on leaving but he had his- his bags packed and… and everything! How long had he been…

“He said… He said I was going to sc-crew things up one day, like- like Dad, and he didn’t want to be- to be there when that happened.” She hiccuped, and brought a hand up to her face. “And- And he’s right! One of these days- One of these days I’m going to screw things up and then the doves will come for me like they came for Dad and Yoriko-”

Yoriko will hate me.

It was a strange thought, really. Strange and dangerous, because it shouldn’t have meant that much to her. And yet it did. 

She fell silent.

“You’re worried about your friendships?”

“I-I mean, it’s not that, it’s just…” Touka sighed. “If she ever learned… she’d turn me in, and I can’t-”

“Do you really know that?”

Touka frowned, and looked up at Yoshimura. “What are you saying?”

He looked off into the distance, almost wistfully. “I think you might underestimate how much that girl cares about you.” He looked back at her. “And even if something does happen, I promise that we’ll do everything in our power to keep you safe.” He thought for a second. “But that’s not the only thing, isn’t it.” He phrased it more like a statement than a question. 

Touka stared at her hands. “...He was all I had left.”

Yoshimura remained silent, listening. She continued. 

“Mom’s gone, and Dad’s gone, and now Ayato…” She took in a hitched breath. “Ayato’s gone too, and I…”

(don’t want to be alone)

“...don’t know what to do.”

There was a moment of quiet, the only sounds being the muffled chatter of those in the room outside. Then, he finally spoke:

“No matter what happens, you’ll always have us here at Anteiku. I promise.” 

“...thank you.” 

“Would you like the rest of the day off?”

“No, it’s…” Touka got up, rubbing her eyes. “I’d rather stay here.”

He gave her a soft smile. “Alright then.”

She smiled back.

***

Ding.

The sound of the door chimes echoed into the empty room, across chairs stacked atop tables, through unstocked shelves and barren cupboards, around a place that was devoid of life, of memory.

Touka stepped into the building, a bag of supplies slung over her shoulder. She made her way across the room to the back. 

She dropped the bag onto the counter, pulled an elastic off her wrist and tied her hair back. Then she got to work. 

Anteiku was gone.

It had all been so sudden, really. One moment everything was normal, and the next, Yomo was taking her far away from the 20th ward as she watched the place she called home burn. And the next, she was here.

She pulled a kettle from the bag and filled it up from the sink. She pulled it away and set it to steep on the counter.

There were so many others that were gone too, or might as well be. Hinami had disappeared, she probably would never see Yoriko again, and Kaneki… 

He wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. Rumours were rumours, and nothing more. He was alive, and he would come back one day.

You said Dad would come back too, didn’t you?

She pulled a pitcher, a filter, and some coffee beans out of the bag and began setting them up. 

How did that turn out for you?

She shook the thoughts away. It was best not to think about it, best not to think about the possibilities, best not to think about him at all.

She had lost too many people already.

Mr. Yoshimura, on the other hand, she knew was gone. She’d seen the footage from the news, CCG investigators proclaiming their defeat of the “Non-Killing Owl.” Tried to look away, cover her ears, pretend that they were lying, that he was alright, and that at any moment he could turn the corner and greet her, apologize for being late, for not being there. And yet that would never happen. 

She poured the water through the filter into the pitcher, then pulled out a cup and saucer.

She let out a sigh, willing the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes to recede. Filled her cup and took a sip. 

Mr. Yoshimura?

She’d lost a lot in her life. Friends, family, and it never really did seem to stop. But she could live with the pain. Live on for them, in their memory, or in the hopes that they would return.

I think you would have been proud of me.

#tgpairup23 #tokyo ghoul #touka kirishima #might be a bit ooc sorry ;-; #my writing