#and she'd immediately be on the outside of their little club

[vivwritesfics]

(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter Nine - Cough Cough I'm Sick

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

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(idk who sorts out the media stuff so i just said marketing manager)

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Here's the thing, it was exactly what it looked like. Max let out a laugh as he looked at the papaya drivers panicked. "Relax," he said quickly and walked out of the driver's room. "I'll meet you both outside."

Y/N and Lando looked at each other as Max shut the door. "Fuck," she whispered as she pulled her clothes back onto her body. She swapped Landos shirt for her own.

Wordlessly, Y/N left his drivers room. She pushed past Max and sped walked out of the track. She was so fucking stupid - this was why they had those rules in the first place!

And now that Max knew, what was going to happen?

She didn't sleep that night, anxiety overtaking her. For the first time of the grand prix weekend, Y/N checked her phone. She went onto her private account, went to the for you page (for the memes) and was immediately flooded with pictures of her in Landos hoodie. Fuck, that was right. She was wearing Landos hoodie.

She didn't know if Lando went to the club with Max, but she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around her pillow and tried to get some sleep.

***

They'd been home for two days and they hadn't slept together. It was unusual, but Lando couldn't blame her, especially after what had happened in Spain.

He missed her. Which, this time just a few months ago, would have felt impossible. But he really did miss her, everything about her.

She didn't entirely avoid him, but it felt like she didn't want him anymore. They hadn't properly spoken since the grand prix, almost like they weren't even friends anymore.

Lando kept himself busy. He gamed and streamed a lot, rarely giving himself time to think about the little hole in his heart.

It was an overreaction, Y/N knew. But she was terrified of the consequences that they'd inevitably get. So far, nothing had happened. But that didn't mean it wasn't coming.

The next week was the Canadian grand prix. For every grand prix since they began living together, Y/N and Lando had travelled together. One of them would usually drive to the grand prix, taking it in turns.

This time, though, Y/N travelled alone. She made her own way to the grand prix, over thinking and then sleeping on the flight.

Lando hadn't realised she'd left. He knocked on her bedroom and pushed it open. "Y/N?" He called, but she wasn't there, already on her way to Canada.

Obviously, Y/N arrived before him. She’d slept on the flight, sure, but she still made her way to her bedroom for a nap. Exhaustion gripped her as she got under the blankets and closed her eyes, still in her travelling clothes.

When Y/N woke up, there was insistent knocking on her hotel room door. “Fine, alright!” She shouted, her voice croaky. Her throat killed as she pulled open the door and came face to face with the McLaren marketing manager. “Hey,” Y/N said, rubbing at her eyes.

“You’re meant to be doing media things with Lando,” the marketing manager said quickly.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath and checked the time on her phone. Had she really been asleep for that long? “Okay, I’ll get dressed.”

She shut the door and got changed. What she would have loved to do was take a shower, but with the way the marketing manager was talking, she definitely didn’t have time.

As soon as she was dressed, Y/N followed the marketing manager down to the lobby of the hotel. Outside there was a car waiting for her. She climbed into the back seat and pressed her head against the cool window as they drove towards the track.

Somehow, she fell asleep in the car once again. She woke up to somebody shaking her shoulder, and was quick to follow them into the McLaren hospitality unit. Her had swam as she walked, but she ignored it; she had a job to do.

It was the first time she had seen Lando since she left their apartment. “Hey,” she said through a croaky voice as she sat in the seat beside him.

“Are you okay?” Asked Lando, his arm resting on the sofa behind her.

Y/N quickly moved it. She nodded her head and looked at the camera in front of them as a member of staff past her and Lando question cards.

***

She was sick. That was clear to anyone as she threw up into her bathroom. But to her, it was just stress. She’d had a taste of her first win and she wanted more. Th thought of trying to keep being consistent was making her so stressed that she was coming across sick.

She threw up before qualifying. How she made it all the way to Q3, she didn’t know, but she struggled to qualify in the top five. As soon as qualifying was done, Y/N rushed back to the hotel room while the team at McLaren took care of the media for her. She managed to avoid fans as she was driven back to the hotel.

As soon as she was in her room as she asleep on her bed, still wearing the McLaren shirts and shorts that she had left the circuit in. She didn’t even climb under the covers before falling asleep, her head just about on the pillow.

Again, she woke up to somebody knocking at her door. Again, she reluctantly stood up and pulled open the door.

Only this time, it was Lando on the other side of the door. “Shit,” he whispered as he looked at her. “You look…”

“Like shit,” Y/N answered for him.

“Are you okay?” Lando asked again and Y/N nodded, leaning her forehead against the wood of the door frame. But Lando clearly didn’t believe her. He stared at her, raising his eyebrows, waiting for her to take it back, to tell him that she was feeling as terrible as she looked.

Still, she couldn’t admit it. Lando tried to walk past her, to get into her room, but she stood in his way. “What do you want, Lando?”

“I want you to admit that you’re sick and let me take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to take care of me,” she said, somewhat stubbornly.

So, Lando grabbed a hold of her shoulders and forced his way into her room. He sat the door behind him and sat her on the bed. “Talk to me,” he said, kicking off his shoes and laying back against her pillows.

“About what?” She spat back, crossing her arms as she looked out of the window.

“About why you’re not talking to me.”

She visibly deflated. Fuck, she had missed him, but their last time had scared her enough to keep her away. No, he was just asking to get into her head before the race.

“Max hasn’t told anybody, you know,” he said, leaning forward and placing his large hand on her shoulder. “He’s not going to.”

Y/N twitched her head towards him, but she didn’t say anything.

“We could go back to the way we were, you know,” Lando continued. “I… I miss you and I want to go to how we were.”

She let out a sob and wiped beneath her eyes. She missed it too. Missed him. “I-“ but she couldn’t say more than that.

Wordlessly she crawled towards him. she laid down beside him, placing her head on his chest. “Lando, we can’t tonight,” she said.

“I know,” he responded with a nod. “You’re sick.”

“I’m not sick!” She insisted.

“You’re sick.”

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[barcaatthemoon]

everlong || lucy bronze x reader ||

you and lucy spend some time together after a few months apart.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead

it felt nice to be back in europe after so long. your american club teammates liked teasing you that you'd been over there so long you were eligible for their national team. being away from home had been hard at first, but that wasn't the part that bothered you. you had played all over the world, but you had never left a girl back home before.

your relationship with lucy had been a bit like a whirlwind. one moment, the two of you were screaming at each other outside of a nightclub. the next, she was pinning you against the wall kissing you more intently than you'd ever been kissed before. after that, the two of you had spent the rest of your time at the world cup sneaking around with each other.

lucy had been a bit apprehensive about entering a relationship with you. of all her reasons, the distance hadn't been a factor for her. she had tried to give you a million stupid reasons as to why it was a bad idea for the two of you to date each other. however, as you walked over towards her through the airport, you knew that she had just been afraid then.

"hi," you greeted lucy with a soft kiss and smile. lucy immediately reached to take your your suitcase from you. it was rare for lucy to be able to sneak away and pick you up like this. usually ella or alessia would have come running alongside her to see you. it was hard being away from your best friends, but that was a big part of what made international breaks your favorite part of the year.

"hi lovely." lucy put her free arm around your shoulder. a part of you would have liked to hold her hand, but having lucy that close was even better. "how was your trip?"

"decent. i got a good nap in," you answered. lucy smirked as she glanced down at you. the look in her eyes was unmistakable. lucy wanted you, and now that she had you in her arms, she was going to have you in every other way that she'd been thinking about since you left her three months ago.

"good, we've got a long night ahead of us." there was a reason that you had flown in on the earliest possible flight. the team would fly in at the end of the week, giving you and lucy a few days to just spend some time together. you knew that lucy would keep you in her bedroom for as long as she could, doubtful that the two of you would get to room together for camp. usually, you ended up in georgia's room for camps, and your best friend was not the type to give up a moment of her time with you for anybody, including lucy.

you had expected feverent kisses and lucy's hands clawing at your clothes in a desperate attempt to get you out of them. instead, she moved slowly with you, like she was trying to savor every second. it was you who ended up pushing kisses further, more than a little desperate to taste her on your tongue.

"can we take this slow?" lucy asked you. she seemed almost nervous to ask, so you were quick to reassure her. you cradled lucy's face in your hands as you leaned in and placed a feather-light kiss to her lips.

"as slow as you'd like," you said. lucy pushed forward until she was laying on top of you. she was careful with her kisses, savoring every little sigh and moan that she pulled from you. lucy spent a lot of time kissing up and down your neck, but you knew from the feeling that there wouldn't be marks everywhere. lucy was simply enjoying the feeling of your skin against her lips.

"can i take this off?" lucy asked as she reached towards your shirt. you nodded as you lifted your arms up to help her get it off of you. lucy's head dropped down again to pepper your skin in kisses. "i don't ever want this to stop. can i stay with you like this forever?"

"as much as i'd love that, we have lives to lead outside of your bedroom," you sighed. lucy chuckled as she shook her head. it wasn't like her to get so lost in her head like that, and even less like you to pull her out of it. being around you again after so long was making her sappy. if it was anybody else, lucy would have tried to run away, but there was something about you that kept lucy stuck in place.

you placed your hand in her hair, softly combing your fingers through as she trailed kisses all along your ribcage. she worked around your bra until you decided that it was too close to teasing for your liking. lucy didn't say anything when you unclasped your bra and flung it across her bedroom. there wouldn't be much need of it for a little while anyway.

"god, you're so beautiful. you're like a work of art, or something." you noticed the sheepish look in lucy's face. it was endearing, how she still got awkward giving you genuine compliments like that. you tugged her head up gently to give her a kiss, one that had lucy pushing her hips against yours just enough to make your jaw drop.

"lucy, please," you whined. the last thing that you had needed was the reminder of how badly you'd been wanting her. lucy seemed to understand and moved down your body a little quicker. she took your pants off, but left your underwear on as she focused her hands and mouth on your breasts. her fingers teased and tweaked your nipples while she pressed kisses and a couple of little bites elsewhere.

lucy could feel your wetness pressing against her thigh as you ground against her. the feeling of it made her head spin a little, nearly distracting her from her goal of going slowly with you. still, she persisted slowly with a trail of kisses moving down your stomach and across your hip bones. the feeling of her hands settling on your thighs made the muscles flutter with excitement.

"can i take these off?" lucy asked as her fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear.

"please do." you sounded breathier than you had originally thought you were. lucy's touches had always been methodical, apparently even at a snail's pace. you were certain that she could have secrectly had you coming undone if she had wanted to. instead, she drew out the entire experience so that by the time that she took your underwear off, you were absolutely glistening.

"oh you're such a pretty little thing when you're soaked like this," lucy said. that sounded more like the woman that you were used to. the dirty words mixed well with the extra husk to her voice. the only thing that seemed to be missing was the look that lucy was going to blow your back out. you noted that she hadn't given you that look once, instead choosing to look at you with complete love and adoration. "my pretty little babe."

lucy rubbed her hands along the insides of your thighs as she licked her lips. you sat up on your elbows to watch as lucy moved one of her hands in between your legs. she cupped her hand over your center, fingers just barely pressing against your entrance. she could feel a little bit of your wetness drip down just from that. she rubbed her fingers back and forth, slowly pulling little whines from your lips.

"do you want me to beg because i'll do just about anything to feel you inside of me." you were usually too proud to admit whenever you needed lucy like this. lucy shook her head before she dipped it down to lick between your folds. her fingers kept teasing at your entrance as she continued with the languid strokes of her tongue.

her name was on the tip of your tongue, spilling out each time that she pressed a little harder or let her tongue venture a little further. lucy's fingers pushed inside of you slowly, going all of the way in before she pulled them out of you almost completely. lucy pumped them in and out of you at an almost maddening pace. the saving grace for you seemed to be the way that her lips wrapped around your clit as she gently sucked it into her mouth.

"shit, luce, don't stop!" you cried out loudly, uncaring of the way that your voice echoed around her room. lucy seemed to double down on her efforts a little as she began curling her fingers inside of you. she still moved them slowly, but the added sensation was more than enough to have you crying out as your body began to shake.

"shh, it's okay. it's okay," lucy repeated again and again as she worked you down from your orgasm. it wasn't violent or anything, but the trembling continued far longer than what you were used to. lucy managed to calm you down enough for you to catch your breath and pull her up to lay beside you. usually, she would have moved to hold you, but all you wanted to do was hold her instead. you peppered her face in kisses before capturing her lips in a searing kiss. you were exhausted, but the energy from feeling relief after so long was starting to kick in.

"where did that come from?" you asked her. lucy shrugged as she pulled your thigh over her body. she started to trace little patterns on the outside of your thigh as you ran your fingers through her hair.

"was it something that you enjoyed?" lucy seemed a little nervous, like she was still out of her element. "because we don't have to do stuff like that if you don't like it."

"i liked it, i promise. i don't know how to explain this, but that made me feel really loved, luce. it was nice, not that everything else you do isn't," you said quickly. lucy smiled as she tilted her head to press a kiss over your heart. "i love you."

"i love you too." lucy said it with much more confidence than she had ever told you that she loved you before. the distance was hard, but if it helped lucy come to terms with how she felt about you, you'd endure it for a bit longer.

#woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso smut #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze smut

[analyticalstarz]

I think we should talk about Leo/Need more

During middle school, Ichika had to deal with Saki being hospitalized then having a falling out with Honami and Shiho directly after due to Shiho and Honami both becoming victims of bullying and not wanting to drag Ichika down with them. Ichika didn't even get an explanation as to why Honami and Shiho were leaving her either, she just got told "I don't want to be your friend anymore." and it got left at that. Even though Ichika still attempted to reach out, she got little in response and became extremely lonely as a result. Ichika blamed herself for the groups falling out and carried a lot of guilt about it for years; she felt listless and empty. She felt even guiltier since she was hiding the fact from Saki, who was already lonely and isolated enough as it was due to being hospitalized. Ichika spent 2 years all alone, no other friends, trying to get Shiho and Honami to talk to her, but all her efforts were fruitless. All she wanted were her childhood friends back During middle school, Honami was a big people-pleaser due to the overwhelming fear of being hated by other people. She was bullied because she had the tendency to befriend and show sympathy for people in different friend groups and avoided picking sides, to the point that she was accused of sucking up to others to avoid being hated and was called two-faced. She was treated as an outcast in her class. Once the next school year rolled around, she was afraid of being bullied again by her new classmates and only hung out with a small group of people, and subsequently, she started avoided Ichika and Shiho. Even after she started hanging out with that small group of people, Honami became wary that she'd be ostracized and hated all over again if she even made one small mistake. In one of Kanade's side stories, Honami admitted that she had the desire to "disappear" before. During middle school, Shiho preferred solitude and being by herself. She'd reject her classmates invitations to hang out, and ultimately, people started talking bad about her due to her aloof demeanor. Shiho didn't mind the gossip or rumors, but once people started talking bad about Ichika as well by default since she hung out with Shiho, Shiho pushed Ichika away and distanced herself from her in order to protect her. Since Honami was being bullied as well during that time, the two gradually grew apart once they both decided to stop interacting with the friend group. Shiho was in the light music club during middle school, and got frustrated due to the members lack of work and dedication. Once she brought it up, the club got into an argument which subsequently caused them to split up, only further worsening Shiho's reputation. She didn't mean to hurt either Ichika or Honami, all she wanted to do was protect them from getting hurt by her bad reputation. During middle school, Saki was hospitalized all throughout the duration of it due to her weak body and chronic illness. She was bedridden for days on end, and was extremely isolated and lonely. She questioned why she was the way she was, and was extremely jealous of people who could experience life normally. She never got to experience things like playing tennis, travelling or even going to school due to her poor health. Outside of immediate family, Ichika was the only one to visit her in the hospital, which she deeply appreciated. Whenever anyone visited her, Saki put on a brave face and smile so she wouldn't further upset anybody, despite how empty and hurt she was deep down inside. She'd spend her days crying without anyone there to comfort her, and often worried that she'd never get better. While in the hospital, she was completely oblivious to the groups falling out since nobody ever told her, and she only realized after being discharged from the hospital. Instead of making fun of Leo/Need for not being the most visually striking and having "boring" personalities, I think you should actually read their group stories, cause all of their lore is really interesting

#pjsk #prosekai #proseka #project sekai #prsk #ichika hoshino #ichika pjsk #ichika project sekai #honami mochizuki #honami project sekai #pjsk honami #shiho hinomori #shiho pjsk #shiho project sekai #saki tenma #colorful stage #leo/need #leoni #leo need #shihosaki #ichihona #shihonami #ichisaki #ichishiho

[wheels-of-despair]

Three Days Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Three days after Eddie and Evil Woman met for the very first time… there was a jock encounter they'll never forget. Contains: Switching POVs, nerds in love before they know they're in love, jock slander, snark, feels, hand-holding for the very first time. Words: 900ish

Three days.

Eddie Munson had a good thing going with the new girl for three days before the jocks swooped in.

He should've known this would happen. Should've known someone would warn her away from him before he could completely win her over. That she'd see what a freak he was and run screaming into the arms of some handsome meat-head in a letterman jacket.

He'd done a great job so far, at sprinting through the halls between classes to be there waiting for her when she came out of hers. Intercept her before the jocks or the cheerleaders could show her what life could be like as Hawkins High Royalty or whatever.

He just… he thought this one was different. She was funny, and pretty, and smart, and liked teasing him, but not in a mean way… as far as he could tell. He thought maybe she would see him as Eddie, the funny, passionate, metal-loving Dungeon Master. Not Eddie the Freak, the filthy, no-good devil-worshipper from the trailer park.

He'd been held back by Mr. Miller when he tried to leave his last class before lunch. A minute and a half was all it took for them to swoop in and steal her away. When he finally got to the hallway where her classroom was, hoping she was waiting for him… she was with them.

She leaned her back against a row of lockers and stared up at some jock asshole whose name was probably Biff. Who knows, it's not Eddie's job to keep up with them. But he felt his heart sink into the floor when he saw how intently she was studying the big blonde's face. It was over for him. It was nice while it lasted. Add another name to the long list of people who wouldn't be caught dead associating with the town freak.

And then her eyes drifted between the two meat-heads and met Eddie's. Something flashed through them. What had they told her about him? Was she scared now? Or was that… was that a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth?

Eddie took a cautious step closer, and caught some of the speech that was being delivered to her.

"…he lives in a nasty trailer park with his drug-dealing dad," one of the jockstraps claimed. Eddie had mentioned an uncle, but not his dad or where he lived. Like any of that was his fault, even if it was true.

You'd only known Eddie Munson for three days, but you were obsessed with him. You'd met him in your first class of your first day at Hawkins High and became immediately enamored. You wanted to know everything about him. And he didn't seem to mind. He met you outside after every class, and you could tell he'd gone out of his way to get there. He was winded half the time, which was kind of adorable. You only got to see him for approximately one minute between each class, but it made your days bearable.

You'd been waiting for him so you could walk to the cafeteria together for lunch, but two jocks had cornered you to warn you away from him. Did they choose today because Eddie wasn't there to ward them off? Were they afraid of him? Or is it because you were wearing something a little more low-cut than usual today?

You smiled awkwardly and nodded as the duo delivered their sermon, wondering where the hell the subject of it was. You stared at a zit on the big blonde one's forehead until someone rounded the corner behind him and caught your eye. Eddie! You were so happy to see him. But he didn't come rescue you. He just stood there. You could see the blood drain from his face. Does he know what they're saying about him? Is this standard operating procedure at Hawkins High? Warn the new girls away from the freak?

"…and his freaky little 'club' is totally a cult." You have to fight to hide your smile. You were its newest member, and were really looking forward to your first official meeting with The Hellfire Club on Friday night. Eddie had even told you that you could come early, so he could explain things while he set up.

"Oh, wow," you say with fake fascination, trying not to laugh. Which is hard, because you're staring into the wide eyes of Eddie, who stands frozen a few feet behind the preachers. "Like a sex cult?"

Eddie's deer-in-headlights eyes widen, then crinkle as he smirks.

"Well, not at present, but we're always open to trying new things."

The two jocks whip their heads around and spot him standing behind him. He crosses his arms and fixes them with his most devilish grin.

"Excellent," you grin. "Do you think we could discuss it over lunch?"

"Hell yeah," he smiles, emphasis on the hell.

"Thanks for the warning, boys," you say, clapping each of the jocks on the shoulder as you step between them.

"M'lady." Eddie bows dramatically and offers you his hand.

You take it.

He looks almost surprised, but recovers quickly and closes his fingers around yours. You set off toward the cafeteria together, swinging your clasped hands between you and leaving two very confused jocks in your wake.

You're not sure which one of you is grinning harder.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x evil woman

[romanoffsbish]

Anything For You

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Requested by : @beenicejoy

Y/N loves Natasha, so much so that she was willing to spread herself incredibly thin for her to be able to experience a taste of happiness. Y/N fails to see Nat’s happiness is quite dependent on her, and it all comes to a head when someone gets a bit sicky.

I’m ass at summaries, please just enjoy my spin on a sick fic 😂

Natasha knew her life was going to be different, becoming an Avenger and all, especially since she'd be remaining on at Shield as an agent. What she never anticipated was for it to actually become easier.

———

Every other weekend she holds a crash course training for the newer agents for Shield, and then every other she decides to try something new since she's off, besides the occasional mission, or earth shattering dilemma. She's always preferred to keep busy, but with how much free time she'd had recently, and with a push from you, she's taken a different approach to filling her free time by exploring the world.

Which is why she's currently pestering you to go clubbing with her on this lovely Friday evening. Clubbing is foreign grounds to the assassin, who's only ever been to the bars as an agent, or former spy. Honestly though, she misses you, and there's no one she'd rather experience a night out on the town with.

"But Y/N/N.... I'm wearing my best dress..." She pleads, with a pouty lip, and you have to avert your gaze to avoid a fluttering heart.

"Nat, I told you, I have a mission tomorrow and need to study up on it." You lie to the spy, and her pout deepens at your supposed excuse.

"You work too much, you're starting to get worry lines..."

"Is that your way of telling me I'm getting wrinkles? It's called aging gracefully Nat, not all of us are blessed to be supermodel gorgeous."

Natasha blushes slightly at your sideways compliment, before brushing it off and continuing with the pleading.

"No, it's my way of saying you need to live a little, and what better way than getting absolutely trashed with me tonight?"

"One hour, and no 'trashing' will be happening." You reluctantly concede, and your heart then skips a beat at the sound of her overzealous squeals.

"Perfect! I already picked this outfit out for you!" With a playful eye roll, and hesitant feeling in your stomach, you entered the bathroom to change into the incredibly tight clothing.

Clubbing is honestly the last thing you needed to be doing, but you hardly find yourself able to say no to the assassin, especially not when she pouts. Who cares—you did—if you had a stack of papers piled up on your desk that's nearly towering over you, or an array of missions left for you to assign, oh, and let's not forget the training of newer agents you have to lead tomorrow, it'll be okay...

Natasha's one of the hardest working people you'd ever met, and when she saved the world a few months back, then immediately went on more missions, you took notice that it was because she'd known nothing else outside of it. Forced to do the bidding of those too weak to handle their sinful affairs themselves, and then having to live with the unbearable guilt of it all. To now, dedicating herself to a far greater cause that is sadly, in its own way, still run by spineless idiots with agendas.

You've already lived a life of frivolity before all of this, so you'd do anything you can to ensure Natasha has a chance to do the same, even if that meant running yourself incredibly thin.

—

The both of you entered the booming night club, the bright lights nearly blinding you as Natasha drags your reluctant form towards the bar.

"Two shots of vodka please." Natasha answers the bartender, then turns to you with a wide, expectant smile.

You were stood beside her with your back leaning against the bar, while silently observing the ever growing crowd of people. Natasha silently rolls her eyes at your rigid stance, looking as if this was just another mission, and these drunken idiots were your perps.

"I feel like it's been forever since we've gotten to have some fun together Y/N/N..." Natasha whines, emphasizing the 'fun' in an attempt to remind you why you're here.

You turn to her with an apologetic smile while taking the shot glass from her outstretched hand.

"Well, I'm sorry darling, I've just been really busy is all..."

Natasha's heart speeds up at the simple term of endearment, feeling that same slurry of emotions run through her whenever you let one slip out in relation to her.

"Need me to talk to Fury? He sort of loves me, so I'm sure I could convince him to lighten your load.." She teases before throwing back her shot.

"No!" You answer back a bit too harshly as you throw the shot back, then wince at the burn and your previous tone.

Natasha slyly threw up a peace sign, hinting to the bartender that she'd like another round, while she waited for you to recover.

"No thank you Natty. I'm more than okay, it's really just my poor time management is all." You repeat the sentiment in a much softer tone, and the assassin let's it go for now in the name of fun, because there's no way you're being honest right now since you're the best agent there is.

She passes you another shot, fixing her retired assassin glare upon you when you go to push it away, so you reluctantly accepted it.

"Good girl..." She shamelessly teases you, watching the way your eyes widen, and you practically choked on your shot.

You're not sure if the warmth was from the muttered words, or the alcohol, honestly you're suspecting it's a mix of both. Feeling the familiar buzz already kicking in kind of threw you off; it had been years since you'd honestly drink, so your aged body had decidedly lessened its tolerance.

After the fourth shot you'd tried to keep it conservative, but the next drink pushed your way looked rather delicious, and the name 'wet pussy' had you giggling and eager to try it. Danger is what one would use to describe the drink in your hand, it was overtly sweet, but nonetheless full of booze. Natasha knew she had you after your naturally stoic, reserved smile turned into the goofy one she'd grown to love over the years.

God, did she love your smile...

Once you'd truly loosened up, Natasha was dragging you to the dance floor, and jumping around with you to the upbeat song. Predatory eyes fixed upon you led her to regret the outfit she selected for you, never even considering the possibility of others looking your way. Your outfit had slightly revealing aspects to it, onlookers had clear sight of your breasts, and an obvious understanding of what you had going on in the back.

Once a more sensual song started, she protectively wrapped herself around you and tried to shield you from the prying eyes, while lightly swaying the both of you. In your drunken state you were particularly oblivious to her possessive hold on you. All your inebriated mind could do was to scream at your proximity to the redhead, you turned in her hold, and began to grind against her. Natasha quite literally began to panic because you were clearly drunk, and she didn't want to overstep any actual boundaries. You had other ideas though, reaching around to place her hands on your hips, and she respectfully held onto you.

Her teeth clung to her lip tightly, stifling the moans threatening to tumble out of her, and as she found herself now guiding your movements she realized that she needed to sober up or else this night might end with you two in a bed. Not that she'd mind, but if she were to ever have you that intimately, she'd want it to be when alcohol isn't influencing either of you.

She sighs in relief when the music merges back into a medley of party beats, causing you to rip yourself from her grip and begin to jump all over. The dance floor had nearly cleared out when the music changed since the multitude of its horny occupants thankfully left with a partner; leaving her focus on you, and not their unwelcome gazes.

Your giddiness was insanely contagious as Natasha's lips naturally quirked up into an endless smile. She had gripped your hand, and began to spin you around, filling the nearly vacant dance floor with your giggles, and endlessly warming her heart. Even though this night was meant for her to have the clubbing experience, she was more relieved to see you looking so free, and if she was being honest this was her entire intention from the start.

After a thirty minute stint of dancing, she pulled you back to the bar, and attempted to give you some water. In the end you didn't want it, so she had to trick you into thinking it was more vodka, and you were so delirious that you just believed your tolerance had increased when the burn wasn't present.

"Natty, I missed hanging out with you, I just love you so much ." You squealed, then tiredly leaned against her chest, missing the uncertainty that rolled across her face.

"I love you too Y/N/N..." She murmurs against your temple, placing a gentle kiss there before hugging you back just as tight.

Getting you home had proven rather interesting for the spy, as you'd seemingly turned into a tantrum throwing toddler.

"Absolutely not! The party must go on..."

She honestly found the entire thing amusing, but the last thing she needed was for sober you to be mad at her, or for you to miss your mission because you overslept. In one fluid motion she'd thrown your body over her shoulder, and waited your thrashing out. Your apartments were only two blocks down so she walked there with your sleeping upper body swaying behind her.

Using her spare key she unlocked your door, then carried you through to your bedroom. Removing your outer layer, she then placed a t-shirt over your head, then unclasped your bra and carefully removed it like she'd done many times before for you after one Tony's parties.

Shockingly you'd remained asleep, allowing her a brief moment of silent observation. Your face was rather stoic while you slept, and your hair was currently splayed about on the pillows. Thoughts of waking up to this view every morning plagued her mind, and her heart simply yearned for it. Before officially parting ways, she'd settled an aspirin and water atop of your nightstand, and then placed a lingering kiss upon your cheek.

"Goodnight krasivaya angel, sweet dreams..."

(Beautiful angel)

—

Your alarm blaring did nothing to help your headache, nor did your body jolting up in shock and hitting the hardwood floors of your apartment.

Last night was a mistake!

You know that now, you even sort of knew it when you forcefully squeezed yourself into that tight club fit; it's made imperatively clear now though as you find yourself loosely hanging over the toilet, hurling up what seems to be the entirety of your stomach. You can't help but to curse the redheaded Russian, and her stupidly beautiful face, and that adorably evil pout that somehow prevents you from saying no to her.

She's obviously the devil...

You're not sure how your promised hour with Natasha had turned into an entire night. Well, you know it's because of the overload of drinks that clouded your mind, and in turn your better judgement, but you don't see how you let it happen. Fury was honestly amused when he heard your hoarse voice come over the speaker in his office, informing him that you'd be MIA this weekend due to a sudden case of the 'flu.'

He knew better, but he was honestly just grateful that you'd potentially let loose. Fury knew about your recent endeavor to allow Natasha a chance to explore—of course he did. Nearly every page passing his desk had your signature on it, so it was more than obvious to him after the first month. He even approved of it from his vantage point, but now that you've fallen ill, he thinks it's best that Natasha finds out about your grand gesture.

What can he say? He ships it...

—

Natasha was sat in her tree, where she always finds herself on Saturday mornings, with a thermos of coffee and a book recommended by her favorite person—you. Last night had hardly any affect on the woman, as she was free of the many ailments that most suffer from after a night of drinking.

It was a beautiful morning—calming even, but Natasha was unable to actually focus on the book in her hands. Everything about the night before was on replay in her mind, from the way you looked at her with 'hidden' adoration, to the way she honestly couldn't keep her eyes, or hands off of you when you danced against her.

Natasha and you have been dancing around each other for years. Subtly flirting without the follow through, and while pondering over why neither of you had made a move yet, she could sense an unwelcome presence nearing her tree. A nervous pipsqueak of an agent had apparently not heard about her tree time. It was obvious he was there to speak to her, but she knew he was clearly terrified, so she climbed down the tree to face him.

"Agent —?"

"Agent Chetry." He squeaks, and she sighs deeply at his demeanor.

"What is it that you need?"

"I'm delivering your paperwork from Shield HQ early since today's training was canceled."

"Paperwork? I'm not sure what is it regarding. All my mission reports have been turned in."

The agent blinks at her in confusion, not wanting to come off offensive, but he musters up some courage and speaks.

"Ma'am, this is just your weekly workload."

"Weekly load? What are you talking about?"

Hazing, that's what this is, right?

The agent takes another deep breath, then continues on trying to pass off the work.

"Miss. Romanoff, I assure you this is your weekly load. Normally it's Agent Y/L/N who is in charge of dropping it off but she's not in today."

Natasha immediately brushes past the work load in favor of finding out where you are.

"Yeah, of course she isn't, Agent Y/L/N has a mission today." She seeks to confirm, finding the entirety of this conversation thus far to be sketchy.

"No, she had training with the new agents, you know—the class she splits with you...?" The nervous agent asks, now praying to be struck down by lightning as he's instead met with the former assassins glare.

"Then where is she?" She asks through gritted teeth, confused on as to why you'd lie, and more so on this supposed 'splitting' of training.

"Director Fury didn't disclose that to me."

Natasha huffs, of course the agent was useless, so she just grabs the paperwork and storms passed him and back into the compound. Discarding of her paperwork on her desk, she then immediately calls Fury to get to the bottom of things while setting off on her bike.

—

Whatever this was, it was obviously not just a run of the mill hangover.

The longer you were awake attempting to at least tackle your paperwork, the more your symptoms began to make themselves known. Your nose was now a bright red, after you had basically rubbed it raw since it wouldn't stop running. Water was the only thing you could keep down at this point, and somehow even that was pushing it. Your face was hot, but the rest of your body was trembling from the cold.

Standing to your feet nearly put you out, the wall was your only saving grace as you leaned against it. Relief rushed through you as the cold wall met your heated forehead, and if not for the sudden knock at your door you're almost certain you would've fallen asleep stood there.

With a blanket around your shoulders to combat your shivering, and a folder in hand you slowly made your way to the door. A cough ripped through you as you neared the door, causing you to stutter in your movements, and before you could even react the lock clicked and your door flew open.

Natasha's eyes locked on your weakened form, and her hard gaze nearly took your remaining breath from you. Her strides towards you were quick, and calculated as she sat you down on your couch.

"Of course you're still working." She scoffed, taking the folder from your hand before just chucking it to the side.

"It's just a hangover." You meekly attempted, but something about the fury behind her eyes tells you the woman knows more than she should.

"Yeah, and I'm an idiot..." She challenged, and waited for you to mistakenly agree, but even in your vulnerable state, you weren't that dumb.

"Eat. Wanda made you some soup, and I picked up that medicine ball drink you like from Starbucks."

Her body moved away from yours to tackle your messy desk, but you immediately tried to get to your feet and stop her.

"What-are you-doing?" You stutter out over coughs, and the woman immediately glares your way, resulting in you sitting back down quietly with your soup.

"To answer your question Y/L/N, I'm doing my job, the one you have stolen from me..."

"You know?"

"Yeah, I know." She deadpans, then aggressively begins sorting through the paperwork while an uncomfortable silence falls around the room.

Natasha's heart truly ached at the sounds of your dry cough, coupled with the persistent sniffles, and she couldn't help but feel like she was to blame. Yours however, ached at the cold shoulder she was giving you, and you worked overtime to hold your tears at bay, and calm your heart. Then you snuck off to your room to lay down on your bed. Natasha heard your feet scuffling out of the room, so she gave you a brief moment of space before bringing you some medicine.

"I'm actually quite mad at you Agent Y/L/N..." She says, feigning irritation, as she settles besides you in your bed.

You brokenly hum in acknowledgment, now full on sobbing at the thought of her being angry with you; clearly being sick has lowered your walls and made you rather emotional.

"Oh, darling, don't cry..." Natasha coos, changing her tone almost instantly as she reaches down to peel the sweaty hair off of your face, then wipes away at the lone tear running down your nose.

"Why are you mad?" You ask, doing your best to steel yourself, managing to do pretty well if you just ignore the light sniffling.

"You took away all my chances of being able to work with you Y/N/N, and that's just uncool..." She sighed, then lifted your head to the side and poured some cough syrup down your throat.

"Natty, you deserved a break..."

"Yeah, maybe you're right, but definitely not at the cost of your health, or if it cost me the ability to spend time with you..."

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey, pretty girl, it's okay... I truly appreciated the gesture, but it almost means nothing to me if my free time doesn't include you. I'd rather work together, then enjoy our collective free time."

Her hand was now running through your hair as she spoke, lightly massaging at your scalp in an attempt to soothe you, but she then heard your congested breaths deepening. Guiltily, she rolled you onto your back, then began to coax you back out of your attempt at sleep.

"Y/N/N, we need to bring your fever down."

"'M fine..." You slurred, attempting to roll away from her, but she straddled your lap to hold you still.

"You're not 'fine' dorogoy, but that's okay, because I'm here to fix you up..."

Your sleepy eyes peered open to see her soft smile and equally as soft eyes looking down at you. Her lips lightly pressed to your forehead, bringing your body a sense of relief and you nearly melted into the mattress at the contact.

Natasha had started a cold shower, since for some reason you didn't have a tub in your apartment. She slowly guided you into the bathroom, but found you're no longer able to really hold yourself up.

"Natty, it's okay... I can do it." You attempted to move away from her but your knees nearly gave out on you.

"No, detka, you can't." She lightly chuckled.

Internally she groaned, before stripping the both of you down until you were in your underwear. Natasha then sidestepped the both of you into the shower, holding your sleepy form against her body, while just allowing the cold water to hammer down on your heated skin.

"Shh, it's okay sweetheart..." She coos, heart instantly breaking as you uncontrollably shiver and whine in her arms.

Her hands respectfully ran over your skin to feel if the fever had broken in anyway. Then she began to wash your hair for you, trying to rinse the sweat from your locks, and make you as clean, and comfortable as possible.

After she could tell your fever was on the verge of breaking, she'd move you out, and laid you down in your plush robe while she picked out some clothes for you.

"Hey, Y/N/N, do you mind if I borrow some clothes?"

You peered up to take notice of her roaming through your closet, and your heart rate picked up once you finally realized that the both of you were in your underwear.

"Not at all.." You cooly reply, and she pulls out her favorite hoodie of yours, smiling triumphantly.

"Do you think you can change yourself sweetheart? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You'd never make me uncomfortable Natty, but yeah, I can handle it if you wanna go change. I'm even feeling a little better now."

She smiled widely at the fact that you're feeling even the slightest bit better before setting off to clean up the dirty bathroom, and then change. After throwing her wet clothes, along with your own into the washer, she returned to find you curled up under a mountain of blankets.

"Detka, we are breaking the fever, not feeding into it."

"I'm cold... It's literally 62 out, so this is valid." You grumble, and she chuckles before placing a thermometer to your forehead.

"98.2, okay, you can keep the blanket." She relented, then you watched as she climbed into your bed beside you.

"Natty, I don't want you to get sick..."

"Just come here and cuddle me, it's what the doctor ordered, and if I get sick so be it. Just means more days spent cuddled up with you, it honestly sounds like the better deal."

You giggled at her logic, then graciously accepted the warmth her body radiated as you practically buried yourself into her.

"Hey, Y/N/N...."

You sleepily hummed against her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine, and only urging her question on.

"When you're feeling better, I was wondering, would you like to go out with me on a date?"

Your sleepy brain cleared instantly, as you now found yourself smirking against her skin.

"Jeez, all it took was the flu for you to finally ask me out..." You tease, and she tickles into your side, causing you to try and squirm away.

"Oh shut it, you could've asked me you know..."

"Then that would mean I really did do everything." You laugh out, and quickly regret it as it turns into a coughing fit.

Natasha patted your back until your coughs subsided, then lifted your head up so you could sip from a cold water bottle.

"Get some sleep now detka, I'm not going anywhere."

Natasha watched closely as your eyes slowly ceased their fluttering underneath your eyelids, then she focused on the rise and fall of your chest, before eventually allowing herself to fall asleep as well, wholeheartedly comforted by the thought that you are finally hers.

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lady and the tramp spaghetti kiss but with deuce’s mom and lilia 🫣

I'm yoinking this idea for the unofficial blog event 🤡

(Quick clarification: Mrs. Spade being an ex-delinquent is a headcanon! I just thought it’d be an interesting concept, so I incorporated it into her character.)

Curiouser and Curiouser...

When Lilia mentions to his son that he's planning on cooking for the "lady friend" he's seeing, Silver steps in to stop his dad from poisoning the poor woman. "You should try a restaurant, get to know one another better before volunteering to share your... talent with her," Silver advises as lightly as he can. Thankfully for him (and for his dad's date), Lilia relents.

He decides to take his date to Tony's, a laid-back family friendly pizza and pasta joint in town. Lilia brings along his own candle—blessed with Malleus’s almost apocalyptic green fire (imagine that, a horned fairy godmother in pitch black robes)—to decorate their table, as well as a crystal vase with a single red rose (provided from the Heartslabyul Gardens by Cater, wanting to support his fellow Light Music Club member. “Knock’m dead with your charm, Lils!”)

Kalim had wanted to contribute something to Lilia’s date night, but unfortunately a huge parade of animals, while impressive, wouldn’t squeeze into Tony’s. Instead, Kalim went shopping with Lilia to help him get all dripped out for the occasion! “I’ll pay for whatever you want, so have at it!” (It was Jamil who had to limit Lilia’s spending and stopped him from buying medieval battle armor. “Why would you wear this to a date?! Are you trying to kill them? Just wear something practical and casual!”)

Lilia thought he’d be the first at the venue, but he's actually been beaten to the punch. She's easy to spot because of her hair--a bob, striped blonde and dark blue--and her spade earring. Lips painted, eyes done up. Her leather jacket is open to reveal a cute white rabbit logo (most likely a freebie T-shirt from work), paired with jeans (ripped at the knees) and ankle boots.

"You're early, Dylla," he remarks, slipping into the seat across from her and placing the candle and vase on the table. She smiles and says, "I'd never be late for a very important date."

Lilia asks if Dylla was waiting for long. According to her, she was at the restaurant over 15 minutes ago but "not to worry" because she was just talking to her son over the phone to pass the time. Dylla mentions that her son can be such a worrywart sometimes. "He was reminding me to stay safe and to let you know that he'll be on your ass if you make me sad," Dylla says with a laugh. "Oh my, I'd better not let your smile waver then," Lilia replies easily.

While they're looking over the menus, Lilia mentions his own "prodigious" cooking. (According to him, his son Silver just can't get enough of it!! Once, Silver took one bite and immediately passed out from how "good" it was.) "It's a required skill for single parents," Dylla agrees. "I can cook myself, but mainly simple dishes. My Deuce enjoys eggs, so I usually make things with those. It helps that they're cheap and keep for a long time too." (She says that she'd love to try his food, and in return she'll make something for him too! They make a promise to get to it someday.)

They settle on ordering the same item: Starry Night Spaghetti, a plate of spaghetti with meatballs. (There’s a story that two dogs once had the same dish under the stars, and became closer than ever as a result!) “A shame we aren’t eating outside—then we’d be bonded just like the canine couple,” Lilia says.

During the wait for their food, they exchange crazy stories about their lives. Lilia shocks Dylla with tales of his travels and of his past as a war veteran (although he's a little vague about the details), and Dylla tells him all about her days as an ex-delinquent and biker chick. "Kufufu, looks can be quite deceiving," Lilia chuckles. "No one would dare suspect such sweet-faced people like us to be so troublesome~"

Of course, they also share stories about their sons! Who can forget when Deuce used to wear all those rabbit-themed clothes as a kid? How about the time Silver fought a family of bears and came out of the battle with three new friends?

Lilia scootches his seat closer so he can show off some pictures of him and Silver on his phone! Dylla's shoulder presses against Lilia’s as she leans in to look, squishing the two into their own personal bubble, seemingly putting them in a world far away from the noisy pizzeria.

They decide to take pics together to commemorate the date! Dylla learns a lot of things from Lilia (like flipping the camera lenses to take better selfies, how to use the timing feature, and what filters do). They take a normal picture, then one with silly faces (Lilia’s suggestion) and a third with silly poses (also Lilia’s suggestion).

He busts out his bagpipes at some point to romance her with a romantic (?) serenade. Lilia does a little jig with it—something he threw together on the spot with knowledge of different styles of dancing from various cultures. The other customers mistake him for a paid performer and start clapping along and cheering—and Dylla joins in, clapping and cheering the loudest of them all.

Lilia starts to ask if they’d like an encore, if and so, which instrument? Mandolin or accordion? He can play them all! A member of the wait staff comes over to gently ask that Lilia put away his instruments, so then Lilia tries to sing without any musical accompaniment: “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, thaaat’s amoreeeeee 🎵”

He gets shut down a second time because, “Sir, your screeching is making the children at the next table over cry.” (Dylla gets a real kick out of Lilia’s enthusiasm though! “I can’t remember the last time a man was passionate enough to sing his heart out, consequences be damned!”)

When the food finally arrives, they realize that the chef must have made a mistake—there’s one plate of spaghetti, as though both of their orders were combined onto a single massive serving. But hey, Lilia’s willing to roll with it and just eat off the same plate. “What do you know, it’s family style!” he jokes. “In the Land of Crimson Long, it’s common for restaurants to serve food this way. You just pick out the portion you want to serve yourself.”

So that’s just what they do—stabbing their forks into the spaghetti at opposite ends and eating from that. Lilia’s appetite is healthy (he’s getting sauce on his mouth and is sucking up the noodles with such speed that a stray one slaps him in the face), but Dylla's got something on her mind.

She keeps winding her spaghetti around and around on her fork, lost in thought and doubts. Dylla wonders about a great deal of things. When is the right time to introduce this man to Deuce? How would he take it, especially when he’s gone without a father for his whole life? Was she even deserving of another husband, and someone as wonderful as Lilia?

Dylla absentmindedly brings the noodles to her mouth. There’s a slight tug at the other end (a stubborn clump, maybe?) but she pays it no mind, far too fixated on her thoughts. She doesn’t realize what’s happening until she feels something on her lips—and finds Lilia’s wide-eyed stare trained on her.

They hurriedly pull back from one another, and from the spaghetti-stained kiss. Dylla's slightly panicked and profusely apologetic, but Lilia reassures her that it’s fine, neither of them were anticipating it—and if anything, the guilt is split 50-50! “Guess we’ll both have to be sentenced for our grave crime!”

“… Oh, one moment. You have something here.” Lilia runs a thumb along the margins of Dylla's lower lip. It’s just some stray spaghetti sauce and lipstick smudges, but the gesture, however small, feels very tender and intimate, even moreso than the kiss. His hand lingers for maybe a second longer than it should have, but he, at last, retreats with a playful grin. “There you are, good as new.”

They fistfight to be the first one to the bill (their reasoning being, “it must be hard for you as a fellow single parent, let ME foot the full thing!”). Being fae, Lilia has the advantage with superior strength and speed, but Dylla gives him a good run for his money. They fight ends with Lilia headlocking his date and seizing the check in his mouth, puncturing the paper with his fangs.

Before any wallets can be opened, their (deeply exasperated) waiter asks them to “please just leave”, not even caring if they pay or not. (He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with shenanigans like this 💦)

They exit Tony’s and enter the night. There’s a full moon out to illuminate their way as they walk to Dylla's waiting magical wheel. As she produces her keys, Lilia tucks the red rose that had been with them at heir dining table behind her left ear. “May the Night guide you,” he says cryptically. Dylla isn’t sure what it means, but it makes the heat rise to her cheeks anyway. He sure knows how to sweet talk, his way into someone’s heart.

She asks Lilia where his ride is and he nonchalantly says that he “flew in”, which just leaves her slack jawed (until he cracks yet another classic Dad Joke with, “and boy, are my arms tired!”). “Well, if you’re up for it, I’d love to give you a lift home,” Dylla offers. “There’s plenty of room for another person.”

“If you could take me to Silver’s dorm, that would be great—but how scandalous! We disturb the public peace, don’t pay for our meal, then make a quick getaway on a motor vehicle?” Lilia climbs aboard, looping his arms around his date. “I think we’re shaping up to be quite the criminal couple.”

Dylla revs up her magical wheel, which lets out a monstrous groan. They peel off and merge into the road, racing the stars and sky that housed them, their peals of laughter filling the night. It was definitely one to remember.

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Sitting on one of the bar stools in the clubhouse, a bag of ice resting on her hand, Emily was crimson red with embarrassment. "I'm Sorry, this is not how i expected things to go. I seriously just wanted to sign the paperwork and go." Jax smiled at her panicked expression. "Its fine Darlin'. Its his own fault for not getting the hint." Tig chose that moment to pipe up. "Did you mean it tho? About fucking every man that dont have an old lady. Cuz if you did, I'm first yeah?" Emily started to laugh and immediately Jax knew he loved the sound. "Sure, Why not!" She was glad no one was pissed at her for causing trouble. "Ignore him, he's a pervert." Jax rolled his eyes as Tig glared at him, but before anyone else could say anything the clubhouse door was slammed open. Emily watched as a young blonde woman with hardly any clothes came storming in. "Im guessing your Emily?" She questioned with all the attitude she could muster. Not even moving from the bar stool, Emily nodded at the girl. She was completely confused. She'd never laid eyes on this woman before and there was clearly an issue. "You've just broke my old mans nose! How fucking dare you!" The woman screeched. Emily's eyes widened in shock, but laughter came tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Oh my god. Your the whore with the lace panties!" Turning to Jax, Emily raised both hands up and giggled. "Mystery Solved!" Turning back to the very angry blonde. "Hate to break it to you sweetie, but if your expecting prince charming you are sorely sorely mistaken. Dont expect good sex, he's shit in bed. But im guessing since your already so uptight and moody you already know that. Also You'll have to have his dinner on the table when he's home, he wont eat it but he wants it there, even just to throw it away. Dont expect gifts on your birthday or even your anniversary. Oh and Dates? No youll never get them, unless you pay the bill. 6 years i was with thats asshole and hes never brought me so much as a drink!" Emily laughed again at the shock on the womans face. "And just so you know. That amazing bike he no doubt rode you around on? I paid for it sweetie!" Emily picked her drink up from the bar and took a sip. "So good luck, your welcome to the absolute waste of a man." The woman was clearly lost for words as she stomped back out of the clubhouse without another word or a backwards glance. "Was that mean?" She asked Jax and Tig. Jax shook his head. "No, i dont think so." He smirked at her. And even in her angry scorned state she couldnt help but think how fucking sexy he was.

"JAX!" The man she now knew was called Chibs, shouted. His voice echoed through the clubhouse. Worriedly all three of them made their way outside, just in time to see a police car drive in and David Hale exit. Jax groaned in frustration. Fuck. This was the last thing the club needed. Expecially since they have 6 oil barrells in the garage, each full of a dozen unassembled AK-47'S. Stepping in front of Jax, she pulled her hair out of her messy bun, took off her button up and shifted her breasts in her bra to extenuate her cleavage."Leave it with me." She hissed at him and made her way over to the deputy swaying her hips a little more than necessary, Gemma quickly following behind her. "Hey David, Hows it going?" She spoke softly leaning against the police car. "Hey Emily. Had a call about a fight. Just came to check it out." He eye'd the club who were stood watching the scene unfold. "Yeah sorry that was my fault." Raising her bruised knuckles and pouting. "Bit of a domestic, but everything's fine now. Noah's at St Thomas if you want to take a statement. I punched him, broke his nose i think. I accept all charges. This isnt anything to do with SAMCRO. Its me you need to talk to." David looked to Gemma, "That true?" He questioned. Gemma raised her eyebrows. "You heard her." The look of frustration on David's Face made Emily want to laugh but she held it back. "Do you need a ride home? I dont think you should stay here with them. There not good people Emily." A Scowl settled on her face at his comment. "I can look after myself, Thank you David. Think Jax might take me home, ill take a harley over a cop car anyday." David went bright red at the comment. Clearing his throat, he nodded and got in his car. She blew him a kiss and a wave as he drove out of Teller Morrow. Gemma eyed the young girl as she put her bright hair back up in a messy bun. She was trouble alright. "What the fuck was that?" Gemma questioned as the rest of the club made their way over. "What? i had to help since i caused the trouble. You want him looking for an excuse to search the clubhouse. Do you think im completely stupid to the shit you guys do? David Hale has had a thing for me since the day i moved to Charming. I was using what i know to get him to fuck off. It worked didnt it?" Emily Snapped. It had been a long day and so much shit has happened she didnt have the mental capacity for another argument. "Listen Mamma Bear can i just sign this fucking paperwork? I've been here almost all day." Gemma couldnt help the smirk that settled on her face.

She liked this girl.

#jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction

[leclerced]

number 7 for the drabble thing!! :)

oh this is like honestly perfect. you didn't say a driver so i chose oscar! this is one of my fav songs. if you don't know the song is ab the lead singer catching his girlfriend cheating after he woke up feeling iffy!

mr. brightside by the killers

Oscar had to get his jealousy in check. He knew it was normal for girlfriends to go out with their friends and not invite their boyfriends, but he had been gone all year and he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible before he left. At first he was jealous of her friends for stealing her away, and then when he found out they were going to a club and not dinner, and he saw her outfit, he was jealous of all the men that would be in the club. She's made it clear numerous times that it was a girl's night so when she walked out in the black dress and matching heels, he held back from insisting on going with.

Oscar got tired of waiting on her to come home as his jealousy and paranoia grew. He kept checking the time, debating texting her, but when he saw it had only been five minutes since the last time he checked the time, he felt like he was being ridiculous. He trusted her. He kept repeating that for two hours to push away the ones saying she was cheating on him before he decided to force himself to go to sleep, knowing he'd just keep stressing over nothing. He had no reason not to trust her.

His girlfriend was at a bar, flirting with someone. Oscar was sitting next to her in the bar, watching as she leaned into the stranger, put her hand on his arm and flicked her hair behind her shoulder with the other hand. Then she was leaning in and whispering in his ear. He recognized the move from all the times she's done it to him when she wanted to fuck.

Then he was outside with them, and she was calling a car as he lit a cigarette. She plucked it from his lips as he was puffing it and took a hit of her own before holding it back up to his lips. Oscar wanted to move, to do something, to stop her from getting in the sleek black car that pulled up.

The stranger stomped out the cigarette and she pulled him in for a kiss as the car pulled up. He watched them climb in and suddenly he could move, rushing forward to call out for her but then he was locked in place in a stranger's bedroom as he watched her hands roam his bare chest. Their lips were locked in a heated kiss as he moved to get the dress off her body. His hands slowly slid the straps down her shoulders and she lowered her arms for the straps to fall off.

Oscar woke up in a cold sweat, feeling like he was going to throw up. His stomach turned as the dream replayed in his head and he felt around for her body but found cold sheets. He rubbed his eyes with one hand and searches for his phone with the other. He'd been asleep for two hours, so he kind of expected her to be home or to have texted him but he knew someone was going through a break up and it was a girls night so he couldn't complain.

He felt stupid for doing it, but he quickly dressed and made his way to the bar they frequented three blocks away. He just wanted to get out of the house and the decades old bar was still open at this hour, so that's where he went. They'd walked there together so many times it felt strange going alone, and he found himself wishing she was walking side by side with him as he pulled his hood up and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

A strong sense of deja vu hit him as he walked down the stairs and opened the bar door, the familiar smell of beer and fried food filling the air, and he instantly heard her laugh ringing out over the quiet music and chatter. Oscar didn't see her immediately, but this definitely wasn't a club or somewhere she'd normally wear a little black dress to, but he followed the direction the sound came from. It was the back corner they usually sat in. He recognized the back of her head instantly, leaning on another guy's shoulder as he said something else and she laughed again, head falling back and shoulders shaking.

#ask #anon #op81 blurb #oscar piastri smut #i hope this is ok my brain melted bc i just played that song sm times writing this

[jesswritesthat]

Kyōtani Kentarō: All Bark No Bite

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.4k. fluff

• Mad Dog is known for being scary, but the tables turn when a date gets turned into babysitting.

Warnings: None

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"I can't go out with you."

Kyōtani was going to kill you for this.

Okay, he wasn't. 

If anything, this was hurting him far more considering you'd known how much courage it'd taken for him to establish a friendship with you - let alone anything else.

Oikawa was painfully clear that 'Mad Dog-Chan' was a savage barbed wire wall, and that you shouldn't take any interaction for granted (especially when you received consideration rather than rough barks like Seijoh did). 

So here he was standing outside your door, bomber jacket overlaying a crisp white t-shirt with a flash of disappointment quickly morphing back to his signature scowl.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

The two of you immediately locked surprised gazes, flicking down to the innocent tone of the child peering past your hip.

"Ah, this is Kyōtani, we were supposed to go out tonight Sakura..."

The small brunette hummed in understanding, prior to stepping past you and extending her little digits to pull his own from his pockets.

"I needed a babysitter last minute but I don't want to ruin your date. You should stay too Kyōtani-san!"

Instantly his widened eyes were seeking yours for approval, so you nodded with a smile - somewhat intrigued as to whether he'd agree considering his daunting nature and rebellious attitude. That wouldn't coincide with a delicate child, would it?

"Fine." It was forcibly choked out, Sakura having retrieved his calloused hand, tugged him toward the doorway and past your bewildered form. You thought he'd refuse...

It started with awkward introductions and explanations, Mad Dog sat stiffly, offering short and curt answers to satisfy the innocent curiosity of the 9 year old all whilst dodging any enlightenment regarding your relationship with him. How you knew each other from school and how you were friends with the volleyball club, and thus him included - except, you two were closer than the rest. It seemed informative enough judging by Sakuras' continuation to quiz him on an all manner of things.

Once acquainted you decided to prepare drinks, finding mild entertainment in the pleading look your friend sent you as you disappeared into the kitchen - the returning scene far more entertaining.

"Nice tiara Kentarō."

A darkened gaze settled on your figure, you'd expected embarrassment based on his sharp edge but instead Kyōtani sat up straighter, pink gems fracturing the light of the room, and nodded in proud approval.

"...thanks."

Sakura giggled from her spot in front him, allowing him to continue his task with his tongue peeking out from his lips due to concentration whilst you placed the tray on the table.

"What are you doing?" You'd only been gone mere minutes, but it was plenty of time for the enthusiastic child to drag him into whatever world she'd carefully crafted.

"I asked Kyōtani to plait my hair!" With that gleeful statement, you raised your brow at the now flustered Spiker who refused to meet your gaze. Flushing further when you perched next to him to overlook his work as he tied it off.

"It's a perfect french braid."

"Really?! I want to see!" Instantly she'd ran off to the nearest mirror, leaving yourself and Kyōken alone for a while.

"Where'd you learn that?" Your tone was softer, almost admiring of his skill and was one he'd heard whenever you'd ask him about Volleyball. He was inclined to answer then, a brief smirk of remembrance tainting his lips and once removing the tiara, he rested his forearms on his legs and fiddled with the headpiece.

"I tried it on my dog when I was younger, but my mother insisted I learn with her hair instead."

"I bet your dog had fun, and it came in useful since you've made Sakuras' day." There was an amused scoff from him, yourself turning to sarcastically comment but were silenced when you felt a weight atop your head. "What're you doing—"

"You look better with it anyway, you're more like royalty than me."

"Mm, you certainly treat me like it Kentarō. I hope I repay the favour to you too." Your intimate words had left him speechless, flushing so deeply you could see the scarlet tint dusting the tips of his ears.

"I— yeah, you— always."

It was beautifully still, a cartoon softly playing in the background as you stared a second longer at each other with small soft smiles gracing your faces, within the next his gaze flickered to your lips and back up with a soft pink dusting his features now. In honesty, you wanted to kiss him too, hence how you'd tilted your head as a hint, then he'd began to lean in—

"Kyōtani-san! (Y/n)-chan! Shall we play a game?" She'd happily yelled before she'd skipped into the room, yourself immediately falling into Kentarōs chest - more solid than you'd originally thought.

The blonde stifled a laugh, grasping your jaw with his digits to pull you back up to meet his admiring gaze.

"Dumbass."

Regardless, you’d set up her Nintendo Wii and began a heated marathon of games - yourself and Mad Dog growing competitive, playfully nudging and blocking each other’s view when vying for the victory. Sakura suffered the same from the two of you, infuriated screams and giggles escaping her when you’d covered her eyes. Though you pretended to ignore the instance Kyōtani let her win, feigning disappointment as she’d proclaimed her victory.

Then Sakura rushed off to the toilet, leaving you and the Spiker to play a 1 vs 1, competitiveness getting the best of you when you’d tickled his side - finding yourself now pinned with the catchy defeat tune filling the room.

“That’s cheating, there’s consequences for that y’know.”

“What are you gonna do about it Mad Dog-Chan?”

That elicited a growl from his throat, the delicacy of the thumb ghosting over your lower lip completely contrasting it.

“Ready to lose again?” Sakura burst in, perplexed by the scene before her. “You two take Street Fighter quite literally don’t you? Whatever I still won, how about this game next?”

With a huff he’d sat up, Sakura pushing remotes over to the both of you.

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"Thank you for tonight Kentarō, I'm sorry it's not what we expected." You’d gratefully admitted as you walked him out, coming to a standstill in the crisp night air.

"A date involves spending time with someone right? So this... was ideal."

"You think so?" The challenge posed in your tone forced him to cover his sentiment with his more aggressive attitude.

"Tch I stayed with you didn't I?"

"Yeah but is that because you liked my company or because you wanted the tiara?"

"Tiara obviously, I look good in it. Just ask Sakura." A nod of acknowledgment was sent to the young girl now joining your side - almost missing the sheepish confession of yours.

"You look good without it too..."

"I— I do?" Shaking himself from his initial flustering, he was quick to shove his hands in his pockets and look away with an irritated expression. "Uh whatever, dumbass."

His characteristic frown remained present as he’d return to look at you, then down to the smiling girl by your side.

Kyōtani breathed a heavy sigh having reconsidered, the blonde briskly clasping your hand to bring your knuckles to his lips. The kiss far more slow and gentle compared to his usual movements.

“Oh hell no. Sakura sorry but—“ Swift as a ninja you’d manoeuvred her inside, door closed before she could even turn around in protest - yourself situated in a position that prevented her from opening it despite the futile attempts.

“The f— mphf~” Kyōtani was curious, but instinctively surrendered when you’d pulled him toward you, palm flat against the wall beside you to steady himself. That’s when you kissed him, properly. Tentatively. As if asking if you had been misreading the signs all night. Judging by the cunning smirk against your skin and his willingness to continue though, you hadn’t.

“You’re not funny! Let me say goodbye to Kyōtani-san!” The incessant knocking behind your body stifled you, pulling away from Kentarō with a breathless laugh.

“Alright alright, I’ve already said mine.”

Releasing your hold on the door, Sakura stumbled out with a frustrated pout, eyeing the suspicious amount of space between the two of you and carried out her intention.

The two of you walking back inside after seeing the Spiker off, Sakura all too glad about goodness knows what.

“So he is your boyfriend.” She paused. “Knew it.”

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#kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani kentarou imagine #kyoutani kentarou x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #anime x reader #anime imagines #kyoutani fluff #kyoutani imagine #kyoutani x reader

[bitchinfawkseh]

Heaven Knows Your Name, I've Been Praying: Chapter 14

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Summary: Still having no luck finding a case, Cheryl decides to have a "sleepover" in the boys' room... and shares a bed with Dean.

W.C: 4096

Warnings: N/A

[A/N] THEY'RE SO CUTE RAHHHH... also I was watching new girl while writing the most of this, can you tell?

Masterlist | AO3

Cheryl awoke with her cheek pressed to the carpet and her dress all haphazard and bunched up to her hips. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a sharp breath, quick to pull down her dress to cover herself. She still had panties on… but there were more pressing matters than whether or not she was wearing underwear. 

She was wearing her new dress – the black sparkly one she bought for fun nights out. As she glanced around the fancy hotel room, taking in the various empty bottles of alcohol and people passed out on the bed, sofa, and floor next to her – she wondered what she got herself into. Cheryl tucked a strand of her frizzy hair behind her ear and staggered to her feet, a wave of nausea hitting her almost immediately. “Holy fuck…” She mumbled as she clapped a hand over her mouth, hoping that it'd somehow prevent her need to puke. Cheryl stumbled to the front door, miraculously not stepping on the people passed out on the floor. She ran a hand through her hair and glanced around, suddenly remembering that she needed her purse.

Cheryl ran a hand through her tangled hair and blinked rapidly as she searched the room with her eyes for her things. Her purse was just poking out a heap of coats and pants. The silver chained handle glinted in the morning sunlight, and she bit down on her bottom lip. She kind of needed her purse – it had her (fake) ID, phone, and tons of cash. Cheryl sighed and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in annoyance. This was just her luck. Cheryl tiptoed around a slumbering man, carefully avoiding his outstretched legs and his long silky blond hair. “Jesucristo…” She muttered under her breath as she began to gently lift the clothes into a separate pile. Cheryl then grasped the handle of her purse and tugged it free from the pile, letting out a little gasp when she stumbled back and almost stepped right on the blond man's head. 

Cheryl whispered a Spanish curse word under her breath and placed her hand over her racing heart. She was not being as stealthy as she'd like – in fact, she was being loud. But, once she had snuck out, she didn't bother not to stomp and stumble down the hall to the elevator. Cheryl wiped her nose on the back of her hand before pushing the button that'd take her to the main floor. She should probably call someone, she wasn't exactly sure which hotel she was at and how to get back to the guys. She dug through her purse for her phone, her lips thinning when all she could feel was napkins and her clunky wallet. Finally, in the little side pocket that was zippered shut, she found her cellphone – but God was not on her side today. It was dead. 

“Fuck!” She groaned, stopping her heel against the ground in an annoyed manner. Cheryl pouted her lips together and inhaled deeply once the elevator doors opened. She could find a pay phone easily – or ask to borrow someone's phone. She needed to call Carlos and ask him to come pick her up – calling Dean would just be humiliating, she'd rather deal with Carlos’ talk about AA. She's only been “normal” with Sam and Dean for a little over a week. And it's been weird with Dean, oddly sexual… quite flirty when they were alone together. She kind of didn't want him to think she hooked up with someone last night, that was the one thing she knew that she didn't do last night. Cheryl honestly didn't know why she cared whether or not he assumed that, it wasn't like he was still into her or anything. 

After a while of searching for a payphone, she found a booth just outside a 7/11 gas station. Thankfully, she had some spare change for once and could use the phone. Cheryl dialled Carlos’ number and pressed the receiver to her ear. “Por favor… please be awake.” She whispered hoarsely. The phone rang once before Carlos’ hesitant voice came over the line. “Hello?” He said. 

“Carlos! It's me, Cheryl. My phone died. Can you come pick me up?” She asked. 

Carlos sighed, “Yeah, sure. Where are you?” Cheryl's eyes started to dart around for any telling street signs or landmarks. 7/11's were pretty common, she couldn't just say she was at a 7/11. “Ummm, it says Third Street and there's a big casino across the street – Cowboys Club. I'm at 7/11.” 

“Alright, I'm on my way.” 

Cheryl leaned back against the plush passenger seat of Carlos’ truck. She started out the window, keeping completely silent. She knew that Carlos was probably going to talk to her about AA later, and she wasn't really in the mood for it. “I'm going to sleep in Sam and Dean's room tonight, I miss sleeping with them.” She said. Carlos pursed his lips together and nodded slowly, gently squeezing the steering wheel. “Sounds good.” He replied simply. “We're still workin’ on finding a case, no luck so far.” 

“Shit really? This has been the longest we've gone without one…” She huffed out. 

“Tell me about it,” Carlos grumbled as he weaved into the motel parking lot. “Want me to bring your stuff to their room?” 

"Sí, por favor.” Cheryl smiled. 

Cheryl skipped towards Sam and Dean's room, her heels scraping against the concrete. She was excited to see them – giddy even, she felt like a teen girl having her first sleepover with her friends again. With a closed fist, she knocked on the door. “Sam! Dean! Let me in, it's cold!” She whined. It barely took a second for Dean to open the door for her. He looked her up and down and grinned, “Fun night?” 

“Don't remember, now move your fat ass it's cold!” She grumbled, pushing past him to get inside the warmth of the motel room. Dean cocked a brow, “You don't remember? Must've really been fun then.” He commented. Cheryl groaned she didn't want to talk about her night out with Dean – it felt… weird. “I'm sleeping here tonight with you guys, Carlos is getting annoying with all his bed hogging.” 

“You guys share a bed?” 

“Yeah, we were married, it's not that big of a deal.” Cheryl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and tossed her purse onto one of the beds. Dean's jaw hardened and he nodded slowly, their closeness made him a little jealous – especially because they used to be married. When Cheryl talked about her ex-husband, he didn't think that he'd look or be anything like Carlos. 

Cheryl crossed her arms against her chest, “We can share a bed, right?” She asked. Dean's brows shot up, she wanted to share a bed with him. She was quite reluctant before – she only really shared a bed with Sam when she had to. “Yeah, yeah sure.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

Cheryl smiled, “Sweet, I'm gonna take a quick shower. Carlos is bringing my stuff over so please let him in.” She said. 

Cheryl squirted some of Dean's three-in-one body wash into her palm and began to lather it up in her hair. She'd never use three in one on her own accord, it was plain gross – and she couldn't use Sam's things because he got a little crazy over his hair stuff. Cheryl hummed to herself as she washed her hair, she was mostly pondering where they should go to dinner tonight. Probably a diner – again – but she was craving some authentic Mexican food. Cheryl rinsed out her hair and then worked on washing her body – she refused to use the washcloth that was hung over the bath spout, so she used her hands. She didn't even want to imagine what that washcloth had seen. 

Dean pursed his lips together as he stared at Cheryl's two very large bags full of clothes. Before – she only had one duffel that wasn't even packed full, now she had an entire store in her bags. “Dean!” Cheryl poked her head out from the bathroom door. He glanced over at her and cocked a confused brow when she seemed to be hiding behind the door. “What?” 

“I need to grab some clothes, close your eyes. You ain't getting a peek at my goods.” 

“You don't have a towel?” 

“Of course, I have a towel! But – what if I drop it or something? Just close your eyes, please!” She pleaded. Dean grinned and let out a heavy sigh, then he reluctantly closed his eyes. “Are they closed?” She asked. 

“Yeah, Cher. They're closed.” He sighed. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Get some fucking clothes!” 

“Okay! Geez…” Cheryl muttered as she sprinted across the room. She clutched the towel to her shivering naked form and searched through her bag for some fresh clothes. 

“Where's Sam?” She asked. 

“Library.” 

“Why?” 

“Researching for a case.” He replied simply. Cheryl plucked out a pair of black cotton underwear and a matching bra. “Oh, so it's just us? What do you wanna do?” 

“I dunno, can't we just stay here?” Dean groaned. Cheryl scoffed and quickly shimmied her underwear on from under the towel. Once her bra was on, she was a little more relaxed but she still didn't want Dean to look at her. “No! That's boring… you know, we should do some laundry. Your clothes smell a little musty.” She grinned. Dean's face fell and his nostrils flared in annoyance, he didn't smell musty… Did he? “Hey, my natural musk smells good.” He argued. Cheryl rolled her eyes and pulled her old grey graphic T over her head, “No, Dean. It's gross,” She sighed and smoothed out her shirt, “Okay, you can look now.” 

Dean cracked his eyes open and ran his tongue across his bottom lip. She was wearing a cute little mini skirt, black tights, and a grey t-shirt with some stylized rips around the shoulders. “You look hot.” He mused. Cheryl rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her damp hair. “Yeah, you too sweet cheeks.” She teased. She pouted her lips together and pointed at him, “Before we go to the laundromat, we're going to the store. Your three-in-one is a crime and we're gonna get you some proper stuff.” 

“Three-in-one is more efficient!” Dean argued. 

“It's disgusting, is what it is.” 

Dean dragged his boots against the tiled floor, and his hands were shoved into his coat pockets as if he were a difficult toddler. Cheryl shot him a glare before turning her attention to another Old Spice product to sniff. “Oh, this one smells good. Here.” She said as she held it up to his nose. Dean wrinkled his nose in slight distaste, it was alright – it smelt a little weird though. “It's fine, I guess.” He muttered. Whatever got him out of here faster – they spent way too much time sniffing shampoos for him. Cheryl even made him get a loofah. 

She pursed her lips together and set the bottle of body wash back onto the shelf. There was this one that had waves and palm trees on it – and when she smelt it, it seemed like something Dean would enjoy. “Okay, what about this one?” She asked as she handed it to him. Dean sighed and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before snatching it from her hands and smelling it. Surprisingly, he quite liked how it smelt. “This one's good, can we go now?” He asked as he tossed the bottle into the basket Cheryl was carrying. She nodded and glanced around the shop, “Yeah, hold on. I just wanna get some makeup wipes.” 

“And then we can go do our damn laundry?” Dean asked. Cheryl smiled subtly and nodded once again, “Yes, and then we can go to the laundromat.” 

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They each had the last of their clothes in the dryer, Dean had gone to the bathroom – giving Cheryl the perfect chance to fold his clothes. He never folds them, just tosses them into his duffel without a care in the world – it is one of her biggest pet peeves about him. 

Cheryl folded even his boxer briefs without another thought, it was just his underwear. It was no big deal… She bit her bottom lip and gently set it back in his duffel now full of clean clothes. She didn't mean to start thinking about his… package… but she did. Cheryl silenced her thoughts, telling herself that he was just her friend and that she was being weird. “What the hell are you doing?” Dean asked in a confused tone. Cheryl jumped and dropped a pair of his socks that she was rolling like she was a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “Um…” She glanced around for any sort of lie she could tell, but when nothing popped into her mind, she reluctantly told the truth. “Folding your clothes…” 

“Cher…” He started, crossing his arms against his chest. She rolled her eyes and waved him off, completely dismissing him. “Oh, it's just clothes Dean!” 

“My clothes – they are my clothes. You aren't my Mother–” 

“I never said that I was your Mother,” She interrupted with a sneer. “I'm just doing something nice for you, get over it. You deserve to be treated nicely.” 

Dean swallowed hard and thinned his lips, people doing things for him felt weird. He's always been so independent – he rarely had anyone do anything as simple as laundry for him. It felt oddly domestic. “Well – let me fold your clothes then.” He said. 

Cheryl snorted and shook her head, “No, you can't fold for shit.” 

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do for you in return?” 

She pursed her lips together and hummed, “Mmm… nothing?” Cheryl craned her neck back to look at him, a faint smile on her face. “It's okay, Dean. Let me do this for you.” 

He sighed and glanced down at his feet, she was making it harder and harder each day. Harder to not like her – harder to not want her. Her selfless kindness was something that he envied but found himself drawn to, she was a good person with issues. He wished he was anything like her, he wished she wanted him like he wanted her. 

The dryer beeped and stopped tumbling around her clothes, Cheryl was quick to pry the door open and press a warm shirt to her cheek. She let out a content sigh and her eyes fluttered shut, “I love clothes fresh out of the dryer, they are so warm.” She whispered as she dragged the shirt up and down her cheek. Dean cocked a brow and leaned against the dryer, “Is it really so good that you need to do that?” 

“Yes! It is!” She quickly fisted out another t-shirt for him and leapt to her feet to smush it into his cheek. Dean's hand instinctively flew up to hold the shirt to his cheek, but he had accidentally placed his hand right over top of hers. She didn't seem to mind, her smile only grew. “Isn't it nice?” She asked. Dean's lips parted and he nodded slowly, it was nice. Nice and warm, soft – it smelt like her. It smelt good. “Yeah, it is.” 

Cheryl set the last pair of Dean's folded jeans into his duffel and zipped it up. Folding was a tedious task, but she found it relaxing – and she liked to do things for people. Things that will make their life easier. “I'm done here if you are.” She hummed out, sparing Dean a quick look. He flipped his phone shut and tucked it into his pants pocket. “Yeah, we gotta pick up Sammy from the library though.” 

“Sounds good.” She beamed. 

“I think this is the first time I've gotten to sit in the front seat when Sam's here.” Cheryl marvelled. Dean pouted his lips together and looked at Sam through the rearview mirror. “You'd get it more often if you called shotgun.” 

She gasped, “For real?” 

“You're cuter company than Bigfoot over there.” He smirked. Cheryl chuckled and slapped his arm playfully, which made him laugh as well. Sam raised his brows and glanced between the two of them, their obnoxious flirting was getting pretty gross. They were like teenagers. He ran a hand through his hair and slumped back flush against the seat. “Uh, no luck with Dean's thing. But I think I found us a case.” Sam said. Dean clenched his jaw and gripped the steering wheel tight, no luck with his thing. He told him to stop looking for a way out of this thing. Cheryl pouted her lips together, “What's Dean's thing?” She asked innocently. 

“Nothing.” Dean sharply dismissed. “It's nothing. What lead have ya got, Sammy?” 

“Well, Bobby did. He said we should head up to his place in the morning.” 

“Oh, Bobby? I love Bobby.” Cheryl smiled. 

“You met him once.” Dean snorted. 

“And he was cool!” 

“Did Bobby tell you what he's got for us?” Dean inquired. Sam shook his head and leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. He didn't tell him what he got for them… but he did tell him what he was doing. “No – but, uh, he told me he's trying to rebuild the Colt.” He said. Dean nearly crashed into the car right in front of them – thankfully, he slammed onto the brakes just in time, which made everyone lurch forward. Cheryl gasped and shot Dean a quick scowl before turning her full body to peer back at Sam. “Rebuilding the Colt? But I thought you guys used the last bullet on your demon.” 

“Yeah, we did. But he's trying to rebuild it – or fix it. I don't know,” Sam explained, waving his hands around as he talked. Dean rubbed his chin and swiped his tongue across his lips. This was news to him – he didn't even know it was possible to try and rebuild the Colt. “Well, we're leavin’ first thing in the morning.” 

“With Carlos.” Cheryl conceded with a nod. 

“With Carlos – what – why?” Dean asked with a snort. Cheryl wrinkled her nose and her brows furrowed, she wasn't just going to leave Carlos behind. Wherever she went, he went, and wherever he went, she went. “Because he is, he's a fucking Delgado in case you forgot. He's coming whether you like it or not.” 

Sam sucked in a breath through his teeth, “I have to agree with Cheryl, Dean. Plus, Bobby would love to meet another Delgado.” 

“That guy has it out for me!” Dean said, exasperated. Cheryl let out a bark of laughter and shook her head in dismissal. Carlos would never have it out for Dean. He's better than that. “Oh, he does not! He just doesn't like you yet, which makes sense because I didn't like you at first.” 

Dean's jaw went slack, “What?” 

“Oh come on! You knew!” 

“No, Cher! I didn't!” 

Sam chuckled, “Even I knew.” 

“You guys suck.” Dean grunted under his breath. 

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Cheryl sprawled out across Dean's bed, her head resting on her hand which was propped up by her elbow. They'd sent Dean on a food run, just for anything good and fast. He knew what they liked. 

Cheryl glanced over at Sam and bit off a generous piece of her Twizzler, then chewed and swallowed it before speaking. “What is Dean's thing?” She questioned. Sam's eyes widened briefly and his head snapped up from the book he was reading. He swallowed and sat up straight, he didn't know how to answer her. Dean hasn't told her about his deal yet, and while he believed that he should be able to do it in his own time, he also believed that Cheryl had a right to know if she was going to stick around. “Um,” He marked his page and set his book down on the side table by his bed. “He, uh, well…” 

Cheryl raised her brows expectantly, “He what? What did he do this time?” 

“He made a deal, Cheryl… with a demon. He got a year left to live – and that was almost a month ago.” 

Cheryl's blood went cold and she stopped breathing – she forgot to. Dean had made a deal and he was going to die. She fell back onto the bed and placed her hand over her mouth as tears began to well in her eyes. “And… you were trying to find a way to get him out of his deal?” She asked in a whisper. 

Sam's lips thinned, “Yeah, no luck so far… he's been no help, he doesn't seem to care.”

“Of course not,” She sighed, blinking away her tears. She rubbed her eyes with the butt of her palm and sniffled deeply. “Oh… he's such an idiot.” She wavered. 

“Hey, we'll find a way. We will.” Sam soothed. Cheryl nodded and sat up in bed, still rubbing her eyes. She didn't want Dean to die – that means they had so little time together now. There wasn't any time for her to work up the courage to do the things that she wanted. That was if they didn't find a way to save him – but regardless, she'd rather have the best year of her life with him than do nothing because they hoped he'd live. She wasn't going to leave him because she was scared. She wasn't going to have any regrets. 

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The room was black, there was nothing to be heard except for the quiet hum of the radiator by the window kicking into gear. Cheryl listened to her breathing and stared up at the ceiling intently. She counted all of the cracks and water stains at least three times – it wasn't fun anymore. Her hands stayed folded against her chest when she turned her head to look at Dean. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled on it as she thought back to the deal he made. 

1 year left. 

No regrets. 

“Dean?” She whispered. Cheryl flipped onto her side and gently poked his arm before curling into herself. It was comfortable curling up into a small ball to sleep. Dean murmured something incoherent under his breath and lazily pulled his head over to the sound of her voice. “Hm?” He hummed tiredly, cracking his eyes open to look at her. Cheryl flushed out of embarrassment, she wouldn't have tried to talk to him if she had known he was asleep. She thought that he was awake too. “Lo siento, go back to sleep.” She whispered. Dean pursed his lips together and let out a low groan as he shook his head. He rubbed his eyes and then turned onto his side to face her as well. “Nah… I was restin’ my eyes. What's up?” His voice was still ridden with sleep, all husky and deep. It made her stomach flutter. 

“Can't sleep.” She said. It was a half-truth, so it wasn't like she was completely lying. She just left out the part explaining why she can't sleep. “I'm excited for the case, I wonder what Bobby got for us.” 

“Me too.” He replied in a murmur. She smiled faintly and discreetly scooted closer to him. She could feel the heat radiating off of him… and she was like a moth to a flame. Completely enamoured. “Is Sam asleep?” 

“Who? Bigfoot?” 

“Dean.” 

He chuckled, “Yeah. Yeah. He's asleep. Out like a light.” Cheryl nodded slowly and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling once again, and Dean did the same. Their hands were inches away from each other, she could sense it – and when she snuck a peek down, her suspensions were confirmed. 

Cheryl's eyes fluttered shut and she inhaled deeply, she was suddenly feeling very tired. Slowly, but surely, Cheryl delicately traced her fingers along the inside of his wrist and palm before lacing their fingers together. She ran her thumb across the back of his hand and lulled her head to the side. “If you tell anyone that we held hands, I have two people in my phone that will kill you. Literally kill you.” She said. Dean grinned and glanced down at their joined hands, marvelling at how her hands were so soft despite the life that they lived. He swore to never tell another soul about their hand-holding.

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Padawan Mikasa subtly sending girls flying when they get too close to her Master Eren. She does it at stuff like crowded bars so noone can tell who even did it. But she's so smug when she sends a girl flying into a table of drinks because they were acting too flirty around her master. Eren ofc always knows it's her doing it, at first he didn't know why and thought she just had some violent habits.

But once she got older and Eren realised it was jealously fueling her actions, he'd manhandle her out of the area and find somewhere he can fuck the brattiness out of her until she's dazed and obedient. Maybe use the force to bounce her on his dick faster 🤭

omg okay anon i actually love this so much! imma write it! I saw it earlier before i went back to sleep and I was like damn this is cute!! TBH does starwars count for halloween?? Like should I do a bunch of star wars drabbles for halloween?? would that be cute?? But im imagining when obi wan and anakin are in the club in attack of the clones, looking for Padme's attempted assassin, that's the vibes.

They turn heads, wherever they go in the galaxy they turn heads, and why wouldn't they? Mikasa is beautiful, stunning, one of the most attractive women he's ever seen, and she's in the prime of their youth.

He's not surprised when people look at them, it's just unfortunate that they are also Jedi and well, sometimes stealth is required.

He turns back to his padawan before he enters the club, giving her a stern look, "Would you be willing to perhaps wait outside?" She gives him a wan look that tells him everything he needs to know, and the answer is a firm resounding no. Eren sighs, reaching over to yank at the hood on her head, fingers brushing over the soft apples of her cheeks in the process, tucking raven locks behind her ears. He looks at her face for a moment, heather grey eyes, cheeks flushed the softest shade of blush and full pink lips. She's stunned for a moment, looking up at him so earnestly and with so much affection it's hard not to kiss her.

She is temptation itself so without further delay he yanks her hood rather brutally over her head.

"Eren!" She protests and he grumbles to himself, "Pain in the ass padawan." "Hey!" "Keep the hood on Mikasa or we're gonna have words, you're too distracting."

He paces towards the club entrance, nodding at the bouncers, and just as he's about to step over the threshold he stops, and he hears a little 'oof' just as Mikasa bumps into him, her hands darting out to clutch his waist to steady herself, breasts pressed up against his back. He's quick to turn in her grip, unhooking her arms because the force knows he doesn't have the willpower to withstand her touching him for that long.

He looks at her sternly, his hand reaching out to snatch her lightsaber from her belt and Mikasa pouts at him, "And hide this will you, nothing says Jedi more than a lightsaber Mikasa, oh and don't lose it, that'll be the next thing." "Yes Master," she murmurs, her cheeks colouring pink as she takes the instrument back, eyes darting away at her earlier blunder of losing said lightsaber, but she can't resist a sassy little quip, "But I only learn my habits from you." Brat.

Eren huffs, but says nothing on the matter, but she just might be correct, he's lost his lightsaber more times than he'd care to admit.

He ignores her quip, stepping into the club, his own lightsaber tucked away and immediately he can feel Mikasa at his back, as close as she can get, always pushing her luck. The universe had laughed when she'd been chosen as his padawan, sweet divine intervention, payback for him being a hellion of an apprentice himself. Except Eren thinks Mikasa is much worse, because his master had never had to deal with sexual temptation, he only has so much self control and Mikasa tempts it at every turn.

"We're looking for information," Eren murmurs gruffly as they approach the bar, Mikasas taking his arm in her own, cuddling up to his bicep, an act she'll later claim is simply to keep up the ruse. Mikasa leans into him, waving down the bartender, the perky mounds of her breasts pressing up against his arm, and he knows without looking that she's allowed her robes to slip, just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. And of course, she's not wearing the requisite undergarments, no she's a young padawan learner, likes to flagrantly flout the rules, thinks the jedi robes she's been issued are a bit too stuffy. And she knows he'd never admonish her about it, had heard tales of his own adventures before she'd even met him, had known how rebellious he'd been, so who is he to tell her what to do. God, had his rebellious phases been a mistake.

Especially when Mikasa leans over to take her drink and pay the bartender and the beige robes she's wearing slips more, revealing a delicate collarbone and just the hint of her shoulder, stretched taut around her left breast now, the beige edge of her robe just barely concealing dusky pink, just a hint. Fuck.

Everything he can't see he can feel though, pressed tightly against his side as she orders a drink to make the ruse seem believable, make them blend in.

She takes a sip of her drink, her robe slipping just a little more and Eren can't function, reaching over with his other arm to yank the robe back up into place irritably.

"We should split up," he tells her gruffly, pulling his arm from her grasp, he can't be in this scenario with her for much longer, she takes advantage and he's too weak to say no sometimes, lets things go on for much longer than they should. "I guess," she sighs, "but I'd feel much comfortable with you master." God that name, that fucking title, it does things to him, dirty things that are making his dick stand hard at attention, and he's thankful for the dark tunic he's wearing, covering up his arousal. It's so wrong, so, so very wrong, but the way she says it, the absolute adoration and devotion in those gray eyes, how he knows she'd look exactly the fucking same on her knees, his cock in her mouth, would probably whisper it, 'Master', pretty and breathless as she sucked him off, as he fucked her into the bed.

No!

Bad Eren!

"Master?" Mikasa questions again, the title lingering on her lips curiously, her hand reaching up to touch his arm, and he resists the urge to yank his arm away. "We're splitting up Miki." She pouts, and Eren feels bad for a moment, it's not her fault really, she's just so damn tempting. He reaches up, tucking a stray lock of hair thats fallen back behind her ear, making sure her hood is secured tightly. A silent ask of forgiveness for her percieved slight. He can't resist the intimate gesture, his finger trailing along her cheek affectionately, and Mikasa leans into him, her eyes fluttering shut.

Force she's so beautiful, so ripe, prime for the taking, it's a wonder he hasn't had her yet, especially with how obviously she'd be into it. In the last year of her apprenticeship she's changed. Where she used to be the perfect padawan, loyal and obedient, almost to a fault, now she was a brat. Like adulthood had changed her.

Freshly eighteen, she'd woken up on her birthday a different girl, the undergarments of her Jedi uniform gone, her new lightsaber, an alarming red almost pink colour that he'd chastised her for. But she'd pouted asking what was so wrong with the colour pink?

It wasn't red!

And tempting him beyond belief, it was like it was her mission in life to fuck with him now.

She'd always driven him nuts of course, just in different ways, it was irritating to have an apprentice that was so much better than him at things. What was he supposed to teach her if she was already good at everything?

She was almost a better sword master than him, and her attunement to the force was amazing, maybe better than his too, it had maddened him those first few months that she could so easily do things he had struggled with for years. And then, during a mission there'd been a close call and he'd realized that Mikasa wasn't perfect, she had things to learn just like everyone else, they were just different things. And now, he'd like to think he'd taught her pretty well, because what Mikasa had to learn wasn't battle techniques or how to use the force, it was how to think outside the rules of the Jedi temple, how sometimes not everything was cut and dry and made sense so easily. So of course, who better to teach her than the most rebellious Eren Yeager who even within the Jedi order was frowned upon for constantly breaking the rules.

People had been outraged, but here they are, with more successful missions than anyone else. "Eren," Mikasa whispers, pulling him out of his haze, her voice breathy, eyes still shut tight as she basks in his touch and he immediately rips his hand away. A frown mars her delicate features, silver eyes peering up at him with displeasure at the removal of his touch. "We're splitting up," he repeats, no remorse this time, physically removing himself from the situation with a step back. "See what you can find out." "Yes Master," she tells them, but this time there's a distinct note of sarcasm to her tone, and she marches off with a huff. Eren groans as he leans back into the bar, the force knows he doesn't deserve this. Well, maybe he does. A little. "Aye, she looks like a right pain in the ass," the bartender speaks from behind and Eren nods in agreement, "She is, can I get a beer?" The bartender chuckles, "She's pretty though." "That she also is," Eren agrees, dropping a few credits onto the bar top for his drink, "Now do you mind if I ask you a few questions about a patron of yours?"

An hour later Eren has gotten some information on their target, but not enough to be satisfied. And Mikasa, well he hasn't seen much of her since she left the bar, just brief moments out of the corner of his eye, her robe falling too low again, chatting up a bar patron a little too flirtatiously, tormenting him in any way she can find.

But he refuses to acknowledge it, can't give her the upper hand, he is the master here, he has to exhibit confidence, self control.

He's becoming a little suspicious about why all the women he talks too suddenly decide to get up and leave halfway through their conversations. If he didn't know any better he'd say someone was using the force to make them leave, but of course Mikasa would never do that. Right? But his suspicions are growing, especially when the third woman in a row suddenly up and leaves their conversation with barely a word.

And then he sees her, she's at the bar, talking to some guy but her gaze is focused on the woman he's with, her fingers moving marginally and of course, with Mikasa's command over the force, it doesn't surprise him when the pretty blonde girl he'd been talking to suddenly sets down her drink. "Sorry I have to go." And then she's gone and Eren doesn't even bother to be subtle as he figures her out, turning his his seat to glare at her. Their eyes lock and she knows she's been caught. Jealous brat, but he can't deny it pleases him just a little, even more so when she obeys his unspoken demand, leaving her conversation entirely to walk over to him. Her drink is clutched tightly in her hand as she awaits her punishment, her head dropped dutifully, "I'm sorry Master." Eren is feeling chaotic today, a little bit of his old rebellious spark fuelling his next actions. Instead of lecturing her about her use of the force he gives her a taste of her own medicine, grabbing her by the waist and bringing her to his lap, tucking her into his body. She makes the sweetest little noise of surprise as she's abruptly forced to straddle him, her face tucked into his neck and Eren chuckles darkly. "Isn't this what you wanted Miki? To pretend to be mine for a night." She squeaks, as he grabs her thighs, settling her how he likes, playing at being the couple that everyone envies, the most beautiful people in the bar that everyone wants to be or wants to fuck, but they have each other. He tucks her close against him, letting her have just a hint of what she does to him, his turn to flagrantly break the rules as he grinds her against his dick, lets her feel the full length her teasing has caused all night.

Because for all Mikasa's talk and bratty behaviour lately, she's still only eighteen, young and inexperienced, she talks a big talk but she can't follow through, too sweet, too shy.

"Master," she whimpers, her head buried in his neck, her hair covered by her robe, "I-I'm sorry." "Don't apologize Mikasa," his hands rove over her curves, cupping the plush of her ass under her robes, "You displayed excellent control over the force, even if you were being kind of a brat while you did it. Did you find out any information." She nods into his neck, her lips tracing along his clavicle and he shivers, "I did." "Good girl." He knows if he could see her face she'd be preening, it's a wonder what praise does to his young padawan, the way her eyes sparkle, and even now she relaxes into his hold, a soft sigh overtaking her. "I'm sorry though Master, I just I couldn't stand it, watching you with them when it should be me." There it is. Eren hums, massaging the plush of her ass gently, resisting the urge to dip down towards the warmth of her heat where he knows she's probably soaked. One hand slips up to her chin, forcing her gaze up to his, he tells her the truth,"You couldn't handle it."

"Master please," she looks up so earnestly, "If you'll let me, I'd like to try."

He says nothing for a moment and Mikasa moves against him, grinding the soft warmth of her cunt down against him where he lays hard and wanting in his robes, "Please Master, please?" He groans, shaking his head, "Pain in my ass." She bats her eyelashes, and Eren lets out a long suffering sigh, "Yeah, go get the ship." AN ATTEMPT AT JEDI EREMIKA !

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Set The World On Fire

Chapter Five

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

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"I still can't believe he's actually taking me on a date," she said as she searched through her wardrobe for something to wear, her phone pressed to her ear.

Although she couldn't see it, her friend rolled her eyes. "Are you sure he's not gonna murder you and ditch your body in a... ditch?" She asked.

Y/N laughed. "I do know the guy. But, if my body is found in a ditch somewhere, you get all of my stuff," she said and pulled a nice top out of the wardrobe. Paired with some nice jeans, she could look pretty good, she thought as she looked in the mirror, holding the top against her body.

"I've got to go," her friend said. "Keep me updated through the date, okay? If he is a murderer, let me know."

They said their goodbyes and Y/N threw her phone onto her bed. She looked at herself in the mirror again, looked at how the top looked against her. Pretty good, she thought. She made light work of getting changed and started on hair and makeup.

At seven o'clock, Lando arrived at her house. His car was incredibly fancy, maybe to the point of overkill. He pulled the classic Porsche up outside of her apartment and climbed out.

Immediately he regretted it. Her neighbourhood wasn't exactly the nicest, he was so sure that somebody would steal it if they came across it.

Pulling his business card from his pocket, he left it on the dash for everybody to see. Just his name alone would scare anybody out of trying to steal it. He straightened his jacket and started up to her apartment.

Lando had the address memorised. He'd been there more than he liked to admit, watching over her apartment. Surely, if she'd lived somewhere a little nicer, he wouldn't be by her apartment every night, watching over her.

Who was he kidding? Lando was enamoured with her. Plus, him watching over her kept his mind off of his sister and it kept him away the club, where he was drinking far too much and doing whatever was dusted over the table.

He sucked in a breath and knocked on her door.

"Coming!" She shouted. She ran through her apartment as she attempted to put her earrings in. With the back of the earring between her lips, she pulled open the door. "Hey," she grinned, placing the back of the earring where it was supposed to be.

"You ready to go?" Asked Lando as he offered her his arm. She grinned and took his arm. Pulling her apartment door shut, she locked it and followed Lando down to his car.

His incredibly expensive classic Porsche.

She let out a low whistle as she stepped out of the apartment building. "Is that yours?" She asked. She knew Lando had serious money. Like, he owned his own strip club! What kind of guy owned his own strip club? Of course he'd have some crazy car.

Lando just offered her a smile as he pulled the door open for her. The car smelt incredible. It was hard to describe, but there was nothing that could beat the smell of a classic car. That mixed with Lando was amazing.

The engine rumbled to life. It sounded like a dream. She let out a low whistle as Lando pulled away from her apartment building, heading further into the city. "Is she yours?" She asked, patting the dashboard.

"My dad's," Lando answered. "But she'll be mine soon, I guess," he muttered under his breath.

"Are you sure you wanna park her in the city?" Asked Y/N, raising her eyebrows at him. "Something might... happen to her."

Lando shook his head. He pulled into a car park and, once again, left his business card on the dashboard before climbing out. "I'm not worried about that," he said and pushed the door shut.

Walking around to the other side, he opened the door for Y/N, took her hand and helped out of the car. "You're a weird guy," she muttered, but she was still wearing a smile.

"Thanks." He linked his hand with hers and led her away from the car park, towards the restaurant. Lando could have booked it out. He had that level of power around here. But he didn't want to scare her off, especially not before she joined him in Spain.

The dinner was rather uneventful. They talked and laughed like this wasn't a date, like they were just in the back room of his club. Lando ordered for the both of them, which she thought was a little strange, but she didn't mind. He had good taste.

(Actually, no. Lando rarely had good taste. His pallet was that of a child. He was putting on a brave face for this date).

"How about we get out of here?" He asked after they had finished the main course. The dessert was incredibly fancy and Lando wanted something less.

She grabbed her bag and reached for her purse. Lando held up his hand, halting her. "It's already been taken care of," He said with a grin.

The look she gave him with sceptical. "You're not like... a mob boss or something, are you?" She asked quickly.

The way Lando's heart was beating, shit he thought he was going to die. But then she laughed and he visibly relaxed. "I paid on the way in," he confessed (it didn't matter that it wasn't true).

They strode out of the cafe, arm in arm. Lando led the way out of the restaurant, towards a dessert shop. It was just around the corner, one that Lando's family owned the building to. He got them two thick milkshakes, incredibly unhealthy and topped with cream.

They sat in the park, drinking their milkshakes. The stars appeared above them and the air turned cold. "Here," Lando said as he took off his jacket and handed it to her. She took it gratefully and pulled it onto her body.

With the sleeves pulled over her hand, she held her milkshake and leaned against Lando. "You paid for everything tonight and I feel shitty," she mumbled against him.

Lando laughed. "Trust me, it's fine," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Just... thank you for agreeing to come to Spain with me next week."

Suddenly she pulled away from him, just enough that she could look at him. "Is this a thank you date, because I agreed to join you in Spain? Or is this a real date because you actually like me?" As nice of a gesture as it was, she didn't do thank you dates. Not when she had already caught feelings.

Lando shook his head. "It's not a thank you date, I swear," he said quickly. "I invited you to Spain because I actually like you. This date sounded like a good way to... start things off," he said.

She couldn't hide her grin. Leaning against him once again, she closed her eyes and let out a content sigh. "So, you could say that Spain will be our second date," she mumbled.

Lando kissed the top of her head.

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What do you think each of the hooligans´ fav video game would be if you ever thought about that? :D I feel like most of them would play videogames a lot

oooh thats a really good question! I don't really play a lot of games outside of steam but Here is what I think would be their fav or very close to it: AUBREY: Animal crossing KIM: PayDay VANCE: Deep Rock Galactic THE MAVERICK: Terraria ANGEL: Roblox CHARLIE/CHARLENE: Minecraft For more detailed answer there's a ramble/more below: (disclaimer some of these games I've never played but off of vibe alone I think they'd play it)

AUBREY: I can see Aubrey mainly playing multiplayer games or more casual games. She'd be that mix where you'd assume all she likes is first person shooters (which I can see her liking) but really she likes cute games. Some games I can see her playing are Pokemon, Stardew Valley, Minecraft, Animal crossing, Lethal Company, PayDay, fortnite, Stray, Team Fortress2, and more. KIM: Kim seems like she'd be a wild card/like games where she can cause chaos in or play with others. I can see her playing casual games and maybe horror also. Some games I can think of are Untitled Goose game, PayDay, Garry's Mod, Lethal Company, Minecraft, Pokémon, Candy Crush, Happy wheels and more. VANCE: Vance is a little tricky but I can see him playing multiplayer games or whatever Kim likes/tag along with others. I think he'd also probably be a more "casual gamer" or games he can play with others- I'm not really sure? He would probably be down to play a lot of different games. Some games I could think of are Deep Rock galactic, Powerwash sim, Garry's Mod, Candy crush, TeamFortress2, Papers Please, Minecraft, Clash of Clans, Left 4 Dead and others. THE MAVERICK: I can see the maverick being a complete gamer nerd. I think he'd really enjoy RPGS, any fantasy related worlds and multiplayer experiences too. Some games I can see him playing are Terraria, World of Warcraft, Doki Doki Literature Club, Left 4 dead (since there is a poster in his room), Final Fantasy XIV, Pokémon, deep rock galactic, deepwoken and more! ANGEL: I can see Angel's favorite games being influenced by the maverick in a lot of ways. I think he'd really like multiplayer games or more popular games. Some game I can imagine him playing are Roblox, Among us, Terraria, Minecraft, FNAF, Henry Stickmin, Lethal company, deep rock galactic, deepwoken, Pokémon and other games like those. CHARLIE/CHARLENE: I can see Charlie liking more relaxing environments/games- I think they would be more of a "casual gamer" or only play more intense games if they are in a group or playing with friends. I think they would get the most enjoyment in games where you help others, build/garden/decorate, or interact with cute critters. Some games that I can immediately think of are Stardew Valley, Powerwash sim, animal crossing, minecraft.

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[bellysoupset]

Ok so absolutely no pressure but I’d literally die to see Bella freaking/spiralling about the breakup as well. Like. Working too hard and getting sick or showing up at someone’s house in the middle of the night with a fever? Love your writing :)

I am very purposefully keeping Bella out of the main focus, but this was too tempting to pass!

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"What do you think?" Wendy asked loudly so Vince could hear her, even though her phone was sitting on her dresser. She twirled so her sequined skirt flared out.

"I think you look good enough to eat," Vince answered and she opened a large smile, walking back to the phone.

"Thanks," she fixed her bra strap, "see you tomorrow for lunch?"

"If you're not hungover to hell," he snorted, "have fun, honey."

"I will, thank you," she sent him a lipstick kiss and Vince smiled, sending her a kiss back, but not before yelling.

"But not too much fun!"

Wendy rolled her eyes as she hung up the call and put on her heels. It had been a while since she had been out with her friends, an even longer while since they had gone dancing. She was beyond excited.

She met her friends outside the club, in the queue. Barbie and Megan were both clad in equally sparkly clothes and make up and they squealed and waved as Wendy turned the corner, in order for her to spot them.

"I'm so happy you came!"

"Finally, after holing up in that hospital all day" Megan hugged her tightly, "let's get fucked up."

She had met them in college, but clicked immediately, much like Jonah. Barbie was an engineering student and Megan a gastronomy one. Wendy had met Babs first, only meeting Megan via her, but never did the other two make her feel like a third wheel.

They kept small talk flowing non stop during the queue, updating each other on their lives. Barbie could drown out any noise with how loud her giggling was, much to the other two's amusement.

Then finally it was their turn and they handed in the tickets, alongside their IDs, before getting colorful bracelets with QR codes on them, "have fun girls."

Like anyone who had ever been to an EDM club, they knew they had to pick drinking first. Three shots in and Wendy found herself sandwiched between her two friends, dancing to a remix of Dancing Queen by ABBA.

Barbie twirled her around, giggling when Wendy twerked and slapping her ass with a obnoxious, "work it girl!"

They went in for another round of drinks and then back to the dancing floor, Megan already considering removing her heels, while Barbie had a girl be all over her. Wendy raised her arms to the beat, swaying from side to side, when she opened her eyes and saw a familiar face.

A mane of red curly hair that she'd recognize anywhere, even though they didn't see each other all that much.

"Is that Bella?"

"Who!?" Megan yelled back and Barbie was too enthralled with the girl who was flirting with her to hear.

"I'll be right back!" Wendy yelled, squeezing Megan's hand and pushing through the crowd.

It was Bella.

Bella, clad in a deep red dress that left very little to imagination, back pressed to some guy's chest who could not keep his hands to himself and was tugging on the hem of her dress as he pressed her ass to his crotch.

Wendy raised both her eyebrows. Wow.

"Bella?" she yelled, despite common sense telling her that the ginger was busy and she should give her space.

Bella opened her eyes, painted in black makeup, and then they twinkled as she smiled, "Wendy!" and moved away from the guy in order to tackle Wendy in an overly affectious hug that was nothing like the girl, "Hi!"

"Hi, how... How are you?" Wendy tried to peel her back, but Bella was taller and stronger.

"Uhm, you smell so nice... Is Vince here?" then Bella did pull back, her drunk happy smile vanishing and giving space to a panicked frown, "Oh no, is Vince here?"

"No," Wendy shook her head, cringing as she realized Bella was nervous over being caught, even though she wasn't doing anything wrong, "who's your friend?"

"Uh, he-" Bella frowned at the guy. He was handsome, Wendy had to give her that, in the most sleazy fuckboy fashion, but handsome nonetheless. He also reminded her a fucking lot of Lucas, with the mop of brown hair and green eyes, "what's your name again?"

"It's Jack," the guy smiled, grabbing Bella by the waist, "let's get out of here?"

Wendy shook her head, alarm bells ringing as she noticed Bella stumbling into his arms, "sorry, pal, she's not going anywhere. C'mon, Bell, I wanna introduce you my friends."

"What are you? Her mother?" Jack rolled his eyes, tugging on Bella's wrist, "let's go."

"I don't think-" Bella slurred, seeming more than a little confused by the fight, "you can stayyy, let's meet Wen's friends."

Wendy opened a victorious smile, "yes, let's-"

"No, let's have some alone time-" Jack grabbed Bella's face in his hands, planting a kiss over lips, "uHm? You were having fun..."

"But Wendy is here now," Bella mumbled, shoving his chest, or trying to, "I don't think- Don't think it's a good idea..."

"Don't be dumb-"

"Let go of her," Wendy scoffed, shoving his arm with all her force. It was a little ridiculous, considering Jack was very tall and built, while Wendy herself was chubby and short as hell, even in heels, but he wasn't expecting her to practically body tackle him.

He let go of Bella, glaring at Wendy and then at her, "you're such a bitch."

"Yeah yeah, go stick your dick in a waste disposal," Wendy raised her middle finger, before grabbing Bella's hand in hers and tugging the ginger back to where her friends were.

Megan had moved from the middle of the dancing floor, with Barbie right next to her, except Babs was pressed against the counter kissing the blonde girl who had been flirting with her.

"What the fuck was that?" Megan asked, clearly referring to the scene she had watched from afar, "and who the fuck is this?"

"This is Bella," Wendy shoved Bella sitting down at a bar stool and the ginger groaned at being manhandled, but was drunk enough to go easily, "she's sticking with us tonight."

"Okay," Megan raised her eyebrows in a judgmental manner, before looking sweetly at Bella, "hi Bells, I'm Meg. This is-" she poked Barbie's ribs to force her apart from the blonde, "is Barbie."

"Hii..." Bella smiled, waving, "hi Barbie."

"Hi!" Barbie grinned, "where do I know you from?"

"No idea," Bella frowned, hugging her stomach, "Is Vince here?" she asked again to Wendy, fanning herself and Wendy shook her head.

"He's not here, none of the guys are," she reassured her, noticing that under the makeup Bella was actually quite pale. She sighed, "Bells, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah," she punctuated it with a hiccup, "I'm fine... I- It's twirling."

"She's definitely gonna blow," Megan said and Wendy scoffed.

"You think? Help me get her to the bathroom- Barbie you're coming with, stop sucking face!" Wendy bossed and together all four women stumbled into the bathroom, Bella sandwiched between Megan and Wendy.

They lowered her in front of the toilet and Wendy pulled on her long red curls, stopping them from getting covered in the mess, "there you go, get it up."

"I'm not-" Bella belched wetly over the water, "I'm not sick..."

"No, of course not," Megan said sarcastically, while Babs squinted at Bella, clearly still trying to place her.

"I'm not," Bella insisted and then gagged, "Ugh- It's just...twirling-"

"Oh! You're the captain's girlfriend, aren't you!?" Barbie exclaimed, "Luke's!"

"Aw fuck-" Bella answered her and then her shoulders hitched with a violent heave and she threw up a large stream of nothing but liquid. Wendy cringed at the strong smell of alcohol.

"Geez, Bell, how much did you drink?" she groaned, flushing the toilet, while Megan patted her back in a friendly manner, ushering the rest up.

"It burns..." Bella groaned, hanging over the bowl, struggling to breathe, "hurts..."

"I know, get it up, you'll be fine soon..." Megan said and Wendy bit down a smile. Of all three of them, Megan was the one who held her liquor the best, so it wasn't like she'd actually know.

Barbie cringed, gagging softly in her hand, big blue eyes wide, "should we call someone...? Her boyfriend?"

"He's not-" Bella gagged again, "he's not my fucking boyfriend!"

"Oh you and Luke brok-

"Babs," Wendy interrupted, widening her eyes, "get Bella a bottle of water?"

"Sure," Barbie made a sympathetic face, "feel better, Bella..."

As if answering her Bell groaned loudly and heaved again, this time bringing up more than just pure liquid and coughing. The music outside drowned most of the noise, but Wendy could swear she heard the next gurgle before Bella was once again shuddering forward, bringing up even more.

"How do you have so much inside of you?!" Megan groaned, turning her face, "you're skinny!"

Wendy couldn't help but chuckle, rubbing Bella's naked back, "you're almost done."

"He fucking-" Bella pulled back and Wendy reached for the toilet paper, which Megan passed her a bunch of towels of. She cleaned Bella's mouth and chin, while her friend flushed the toilet again, "fucking gave me this awful ring."

"Awful?" Wendy humored her, although she already knew about the proposal. Over Bell's shoulder, Megan leaned in, actually interested.

"Horrid," Bella leaned back against Megan, hugging her stomach, "with this-" she burped sickly against her hand, before trying to describe the ring, "big diamond and a bunch of pink rocks around it-"

Oh Lucas had fucked up bad, Wendy thought, while Megan frowned, moving her arms to hold Bella in them in a less awkward manner.

"Your guy proposed? That seems like a perfectly good ring-"

"Not to me!" Bella groaned, shaking her head, "I hate pink, he knows that- He-"

"He proposed out of nowhere in public and then broke up with her when she said no," Wendy cleared up quickly, all in one breath in hopes that Bella didn't quite catch that.

Megan whistled, letting out a scoff, "what a piece of work."

"Found the water!" Barbie beamed, walking back into the bathroom. She too crouched down in the bathroom floor, no thoughts to the fact it was a public bathroom floor and unscrewed the cap, "what did I miss?"

"Bella's ex is a jerk," Megan said and Bella agreed, chugging down the water.

"The worst."

"He cheated?" Barbie's eyes widened and Wendy groaned, but thankfully didn't have to answer that, as Bella immediately regretted drinking the cold water so fast, lurching over the toilet again.

"No, he dumped her because he's a manbaby" Meg explained and Bella groaned loudly, head buried in the bowl.

"Don't call him that..." she belched again, bringing up a smaller wave of vomit and straightening up. This time it was Wendy who caught her, struggling to hold the girl.

"Fuck, you're heavy-" Wendy struggled not to fall on her ass on the disgusting ground, "girls? A hand?!"

Together they helped Bella up and away from the toilet, holding her over the sink while Barbie washed her face.

"There you go!" Barbie smiled brightly, the sunshine person that she was, even though all she had managed to do was melt Bell's mascara down her cheeks, "do you feel better?"

"A little," Bella nodded, taking a small, cautious sip of the water, "sorry-"

"Noo, don't be sorry," Barbie pouted, while Megan agreed, Wendy smiling at her.

"Yeah, it's fine. You're ready to go?"

Bella nodded, while Megan made a face, "Wen, I don't think you can handle her on your own, she's really tall-"

"It's fine, I'm not that drunk..." Bella rubbed a hand over her face, "puking helped."

"See," Wendy grinned, victorious, "I'll see you two tomorrow at the mall, don't forget it."

"Okay..." Barbie threw an arm around Bella, hugging her, "feel better, Bella."

The ginger seemed completely taken back by the kindness display, blue eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights, "thanks..."

"You could come tomorrow" Megan said, hugging her too, "we're going to watch a movie and shop."

"I... I will think about it..."

"Let's go," Wendy waved her friends goodbye, taking Bella's hand in hers and guiding her out of the bathroom and through the crowd.

Once she grabbed her purse at the front desk and they paid for the drinks, Wendy leaned against a street lamp, waiting for their Uber.

Bella seemed to be coming back to herself, the aloof personality, the shame hitting her full force. She wiped the black marks down her cheek and groaned, "that was... That was a mess."

Wendy shrugged, "I've seen worse. Hell, I've done worse."

"Really?" Bella hugged herself, pouting, "because that seemed like rock bottom to me."

"No, rock bottom would be if you had gone home with that asshole and then promptly puked all over him and still had to fuck the guy despite wanting to die."

Bella raised her eyebrows, mouth hanging open, "did you... Did you-"

"I didn't fuck the guy in my case, but he heavily implied it, yes," Wendy rolled her eyes, "you're fine."

"Thanks..." Bella shivered, it was a really cold night and her teeny tiny dress wasn't made for it, "I feel like an asshole."

"What for?"

"Barbie is on the cheer team, isn't she?"

"Yeah," Wendy chuckled, "so that's where she knows you from."

"I hated the cheer team," Bella scoffed, cheeks flushed, "I was so jealous of him around them. All beautiful and girly and bubbly- Sounds pretty fucking pathetic now."

"A little," Wendy admitted, "lucky you Babs doesn't hold grudges."

"Lucky me," Bella nodded, not sounding like she felt even the least bit lucky, "How... How is he?"

"We're not doing this," Wendy shook her head, "fuck Lucas."

The ginger let out a surprised chuckle, nodding, "I guess..." she stared ahead, "I really fucking miss him, Wendy..."

"Oh honey," Wendy sighed and pulled her for a hug, only for Bella to crumble against her. She wondered if anyone had bothered to check on Bella since. Had anyone hugged her?

"I keep- I keep thinking that if I had said yes-"

"No," Wendy interrupted, tiptoeing to kiss her temple, a difficult task with Bella wearing heels, "don't go there. You did the right thing, you're twenty three. You have no intentions of marrying right now-"

"It's not that I don't love him, I just- He knew I never wanted any of this and then he went and did it anyway and he-" she choked up, "and I still love him!"

Wendy squeezed her harder, rubbing Bella's arm, "I know, I'm sorry..."

"Can this... Stay between us? Could you not tell Vince?"

"I'm not," Wendy agreed, hugging her harder, "it's just between us girls."

"Thanks Wen-"

"And you should totally come tomorrow. I'm sure you could use getting out of the dorms," she looked at Bella sternly, "this is not a friendly suggestion."

Bella chuckled, nodding, "yeah, alright..."

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[alexandersimpleton]

Together

AlexanderSimpleton

Summary:

Freddy comfort fic because he needs one

Gwen shot up in her bed.

She was awake. She was actually awake!

She looked around to see who woke her up, but nobody was there. She was alone in her room. And bleeding. Crap. That was a lot of blood.

She looked around her, and saw the thorns she had just emerged from, along with some very panicked birds flying around her.

She figured she should go outside. Her family would probably have bandages. And, after she got healed up, she could make things up with Frederick. She might've not had.. the most healthy relationship before, but it could get better. Unless Frederick was pretending the whole time like Lance said...

Whatever! She'd burn that bridge when she got to it! Now was the time to make sure she didn't die!

Gwen pulled her legs close to her chest so as to minimize the damage, and slowly moved them towards the floor. She told up, and she ran out the door.

As she emerged, there was the real world equivalent of a record brake.

The girl looked around. There were Maria and Lorena tied up, Leland and his eldest two sons, the CPC, Frederick huddled up in a carriage that had been run through the wall, many, many soldiers, Jamie, and Leopold, all that appear to have been fighting each other, but were now staring directly at Gwen.

They kind of just looked at each other flabbergasted for a moment, before Maria, Jamie and Lorena all ran up to Gwen, getting in a group hug and crying in relief

"GWEEEEEEEEN WE MISSED YOU" they all screamed in unison. You'd think they were being dramatic, but that's just how Gwen's siblings cried.

Gwen smiled in relief to finally have her siblings back. She missed them.

And then she looked back at the crowd.

Everyone else was just standing there, awkwardly staring at each other. That was, except Frederick, who was still staring at Gwen. His eyes were practically shining with shock and relief, and literally shining with tears. But they felt like they were missing something else. Something she couldn't quite place.

After a while, the siblings broke off their hug, which Gwen hadn't even realized her sisters had been tied up for the duration of. They also saw the extreme awkwardness of the scene, and Lorena snorted.

"Uhmmmmm..." Leland broke the silence. Gwen's siblings glared at him.

"H-hey. What did Leland do to you?"

The pastel siblings slowly turned to look at Gwen like she had just thrown a puppy in the ocean.

"Hehe. You missed a lot." Frederick said from the carriage. Lorena, Maria and Jamie all turned their heads to glare at the boy harder than they were glaring at Leland. He shrunk back almost immediately.

But, When he said it, Gwen noticed something about his tone. He looked worn. His laughed was wet, like he had been crying. His eyes looked empty, like all that hopeful light had been ripped out of him. And he looked like he would really benefit from some hot coco and a warm blanket. But, the CPC would have taken care of that. She saw how they reacted when Frederick called her ugly. Surely they would have helped, at least a little bit. Right?

One of Leland's guards grabbed the girl's wrist while she wasn't paying attention. It was immediately smacked by a broom from Curtis.

"Gwen!" Prez called out. "Get in the carriage!"

"Huh!?" She responded "I don't know what's going on, but I wasn't to help!"

"You're helping by being in the carriage." Frederick weakly cried out. She could barely hear him. "Unless you have some hidden fighting talent we don't know about, staying on the battle field would pose more risk to your safety that it would actual help. If you stay somewhere safe, nobody has to go out of their way to protect you. That's why I'm here."

Frederick's argument seemingly convinced Gwen, and she begrudgingly moved to the carriage.

As she got in the front, next to Frederick, he curled up a little. Gwen was about to ask why, when she heard him muttering frantic apologies under his breath.

"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry" he said over and over.

Gwen reached over and touched his arm lightly.

Frederick flinched violently and scooted away.

"I'm sorry Gwen! I didn't think you'd hear, and I was really frustrated, and I didn't think you'd be hurt that much! I was just an idiot! A stupid.. an idiotic loser!

The way he said the loser felt like it had more weight to it than other things he said. The way he looked away from her seemed familiar. While she was gone...

"Did someone.. say something to you?" Gwen asked, a slight bit of horror in her voice.

Frederick's eyes widened. Bingo.

"I- uh-"

Gwen held his hand. "You can tell me. Just if you want though."

Frederick hesitated. "After we got home, after that gala, father was.. mad, to say the least. I don't know what he did to Blaine and Lance, but the first thing he did was grab my wrist and carry me down some secret passageway into..." Frederick flinched a slight bit, and Gwen squeezed his hand harder. "Into.." his voice was barely legible over the righting outside. "A dungeon. He just tossed me in. For what it think was around half a month. It was hard to tell. The only real light I got was a skylight at the very top. And I couldn't ask anyone, because nobody ever came to visit."

Gwen has a question, and she wasn't sure she wanted the answer to. "If nobody came to your dungeon, than how did you get food or water?"

Frederick tensed up, and he clutched the bottom of his seat with his hand. "I.. let's just say there are less rats in that dungeon now..." The boy looked away, and giggled a little, as if he really didn't want to say that.

Gwen took notice now, that he looked a bit smaller, his skin was incredibly pale.

"Have you caught anything Frederick!? Rats carry tons of diseases! Should we take you to the doctor!?"

"Eh!" Frederick's eyes shot open in alarm. "I don't think so, but I probably should go to a doctor now that I think about it.." the boy gave her that awkward chuckle again. Like he'd rather be litterally ANYWHERE else.

"But anyways!" The boy interrupted himself. "Father and Blaine and Lance finally came! I was so relieved to see them! I thought that they'd finally let me out. But.. they just told me that.. everything had been a lie..."

"What!?" Gwen didn't know this! There had to have been something there with her sisters!

"They said that it had all only been for power, and that father had some kind of plan that wasn't worth telling me."

That wasn't worth telling me part struck Gwen the wrong way.

"Of course. I didn't think that was possible. I saw them. Blaine was talking about how he loved Maria. And at the very least, I thought Lance loved Lorena. He was practically swooning over her, both at you castle, and at home." Frederick smiled, refecting back on the memories of watching his brother hug the flowers Lorena had grown for him. But his smile dropped as fast as it had come. "I- tried to say it, but Blaine- Blaine said.."

Gwen waited patiently for Frederick to get it out.

"I... Still remember it. Word for word. 'Shut up Frederick! How do you know what was real or not? You think I wanted to waste all my time pretending to like you? That was the hardest part of this whole act! Holding your hand though ever stupid step.." Frederick began looking past her, his worn eyes shining once again. Not like the sun that they shined like when he talked about his favorite stories though. More like a wilted flower with glossy varnish painted on top. "..saving you from constantly sabotaging everything.." they shone not like the oceans they shined like when he was baking with her, but like a long dean fish, with the sunlight on it's scales. "..and propping you up with baseless confidence, so you felt like a true plaid prince.. did you actually think we felt that way about you?" They shone, not like freshly fallen snow, but of a snowman about to melt into the grass, the sun's rays reflecting off it. "Of course not, Frederick. You're a Loser. And if there's one good things that came out of the disaster you caused, it's that there's no question left who belongs at the top and who should stay on the very bottom." His eyes shone with tears.

Gwen squeezed his hand, and he snapped back to reality.

"O- Oh! Uhm.. They said something about soldiers being here, and they left. I managed to get out with Laverne's help, and we made it to the CPC to warn them. When I got there, I was hoping that maybe they'd be there, when nobody else was. That maybe they'd, I don't know, give me a hug, and reassure me, like it seems like they did with you. But.. they kind of just ignored me." Frederick looked back and saw that Gwen had an oddly.. offended look on her face? Frederick didn't understand why. "I tried to warn them, but nobody really listened. I tried to tell them what happened, too. Two of them were talking to me when I told them. I think their names were.. Syrah and Monika. I hope I'm getting that right. I told them what my brothers said."

Frederick paused for a moment. "They said that it was ridiculous."

Gwen clutched her nightgown hard, paying no mind to the thorns still stuck on it.

"They said that they knew he liked me, and that I was probably just misinterpreting what they said. They didn't even care to ask... I had thought that maybe, this wasn't okay. Maybe love was happier than I thought it was. Maybe love could be like when I'm around you, or around Whitney. Maybe my family were just jerks. They never really liked me, after all. But, now that the CPC said it... They helped you so much. They know about this stuff, they know about all this self worth stuff that I've never been taught. So, now that the CPC says I'm being dramatic... Well, that hope is dead now. I've finally come to terms with the fact that I'm an insignificant, worthless, meaningless, idiotic loser-"

Gwen hugged Frederick. She hugged him as hard as she could. She squeezed him until her arms were going to give out.

The tears started flowing before Frederick could even process what was going on. He wrapped his arms back around Gwen, reciprocating the tightness of the hug. He cried into the top of her head. She smelled like pastries.

They stayed like that for a while, just hugging, until Frederick broke it up. As he did, Gwen said something to him. "You are not a loser, Frederick." She said it with conviction, a certainty that he hadn't seen out of her before.

Frederick nodded, and gave a small smile. It exposed a bit of his teeth, which were still bloody from... Oh God.

The weight of what had really happened to him sank in for Gwen at just that moment.

"Can I... Tell the club?"

"But I already told the club."

"Well I don't think it sank in for them." Gwen said through gritted teeth. She seemed angry. Was Frederick doing something wrong?

"Sorry." He said on impulse.

"No! You didn't do anything wrong. I'm angry at the CPC, not you."

Frederick nodded again.

"Can I tell them?"

"What?"

"Can I tell them... what happened?"

After a little bit of hesitation, Frederick said yes.

Gwen looked out over the crowd, only to realize that fighting was begining to come to a halt. Oddly, Blaine and Lance had joined the CPC's side. They watched a little longer, and eventually, Leland's forces got ran out. Blaine and Lance had a good hug and a cry, while Gwen walked towards the CPC looking very peeved.

As she left, Frederick noticed something where she was sitting. Was that a bloodstain!?

"Were you bleeding that whole time!?" Frederick exclaimed in surprise. The club looked over to Gwen, only to realize that she was, indeed, bleeding.

The club and Gwen's family fretted over her (now scabbed over) cuts, but Gwen still had the CPC to confront. They came to a compromise where Gwen would confront them while they made sure she didn't die.

Eventually, Gwen and Prez came back to the carriage. Frederick was about to ask how it went, when Prez picked him up and hugged him tightly. The hug was rather short though, as she place him back on the seat.

Gwen recognized the expression she had as the lecture face, but before she could start, another girl, Abbi, dragged Blaine and Lance over by their arms. They looked like they very much did NOT want to be there, but not in the way Frederick thought they would. They didn't look like they didn't care. They looked like they really cared. Frederick figured that was what he looked like when his and Gwen's conversation started.

The boys looked at Frederick, like he was going to explode in their faces. Neither of them would have blamed him. But, that explosion never came. He just looked away.

Somehow that made them feel worse.

Eventually, the two broke the silence. They both said "I'm sorry" at the same time, seemingly on accident. They also both bowed, down on one knee. Frederick felt like he was on a throne, looking down on them like this.

In the plaid royal family, a bow like that was an admission of wrongness or guilt. It was essentially saying "I was wrong, you were right", or "I screwed up, please forgive me".

"What I said... It was horrible. I thought it would keep you safe from father but.. clearly it didn't. It just made everything worse."

Lance nodded in agreement. He didn't actually have anything direct to apologize for, but that doesn't change that he was a jerk to Frederick.

"And, not only that. How I treated you before that as well."

Frederick looked up in surprise. Blaine hadn't done anything to him.

"I frankly treated you like garbage. Judging by your expression, not even you realized how cruel I really was. I always disregarded you, and disrespected you. I always found a way to make the conversation about me, and I berated you, and heck, I even beat you on occasion! I really thought that was okay. I thought that I was the center of the universe, and that I was the only one who mattered. It was shameful really. But seeing all this... Seeing how these princesses love each other so much, seeing the CPC supporting each other, and seeing the horrible things that father- no, Leland was doing, and seeing how much I hurt you.. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I'd understand if you never wanted to see me again."

Frederick smiled. He felt bad for it, of course. Blaine was being so vulnerable in front of him and he was smiling. But, he just felt so.. validated. Knowing now that he wasn't being dramatic, that there was a reason that he was feeling the things he did.. it felt so satisfying, like a weight being lifted off his chest.

Blaine waited for a response. He didn't know how Frederick would react.

Frederick.. honestly didn't know. He loved his brother, and it seemed clear he was trying to change, but he was just.. so exhausted right now.

Prez saw his conflicted look, and she walked closer. Frederick quietly told her about his conflicted feelings, and she suggested something. The conversation was so quiet that nobody else could hear. Frederick nodded. Prez nodded back.

Frederick told the boy "Maybe.. we should stay away from each other. Only for a little while, like a month, or maybe even a week. I want you around Blaine, but I just need to e to.. process this, I guess?"

Blaine nodded. "Thank you. For being so forgiving, I mean. I really do hope I can get better about my treatment of you. You deserve a good brother." Blaine walked, a small smile on his face. Frederick saw him walking back to Whitney. He supposed he shouldn't be that surprised. When Frederick thought about it, he figured they'd get along. Lance was about to walk away with his brother when he gave Frederick a tight hug.

Lance whispered in his ear "I saw your little 'conversation' with Gwen earlier. Don't expect to be free of torment next month." Frederick let out a sound of surprise, and blushed. "But seriously. I'm really happy that you're happy with her. I am so glad you found some people who love you like you deserve little bro."

Before Frederick could respond, Lance put him back down, and he moved on with his brother.

It was getting really late. Frederick figured he should probably resolve things with Gwen's siblings while he was here. He walked up to the girls + Jamie, who all glared, but softer.

Maria rushed up to him "Look, we saw all of that, and it's clear you love her now, but what you did was very, very bad, and if you ever do it again than-" she made a hissing sound with her teeth, while dragging the nail of her thumb across her neck.

Frederick got the message.

The boy walked back to the center of the castle, meeting both of his brothers.

That was when the two older ones realized.

They should have thought this through.

"Do we.. have to go back there?" Blaine took a step back as he said it, and Lance jolted up in surprised fear, like he'd just realized.

All three boys started internally panicking.

That was, until one more person walked into the room. Her name was Isolde.

"Mother!?" All three plaid princes called out at once. She had come with several guards.

"Isolde?" Jamie walked up to her. "You said you had something else to get done. Is it done now?"

Isolde nodded

"What was it?" Jamie asked

"I staged a revolution." Isolde responded, casually

So casual in fact, that it took most everyone in the room a couple seconds to register her words.

They seeming all voiced them at the same time though.

"What!? How!?"

"Well, I had this little project going for a while. We figured either he'd win, and come in from outside the kingdom with less troops, and cargo that he has to keep from running away, or he could lose and come back with very minimal troops. Either way, we could use the home turf advantage and Leland's army's weakened state to take them off guard, so we defeated them, and I'm currently the solo queen. Any questions?"

Lance, along with many others, didn't comprehend a single word of that.

Blaine unconsciously muttered "So that's where Frederick get's his leader skills from."

He did ask an actual question though.

"Uhm... What.. happened to fath- Leland?"

"Oh, he's in prison."

"Mother ex machina" Frederick muttered under his breath.

Both brothers looked at him.

Frederick blushed furiously. Normally he doesn't just spout book references like that! What was wrong with him today!

"So, it seems you boys have finally switched sides?" Isolde asked

Blaine and Lance nodded

"I was always on this side." Frederick said.

"Good." Their mother told them. "I did not want to lock my own son's in prison."

"But, now that he's gone, do you boys want to come back with me?" Isolde asked. Blaine and Lance nodded instantaneously. Frederick was more iffy.

"Them and Frederick have got something worked out." Prez said

Blaine nodded. "Our relationship,even before this wasn't very good, so we've agreed to not see each other for around a month. Just so that we each have time to rest."

Isolde listened carefully.

"But then where would you live Frederick?" The woman asked.

Like, half of the CPC that had come possessively clinged onto Frederick.

"With the Cursed Princess Club? I understand"

The entire club looked surprised.

"What, you think I didn't figure out your club by now? I just didn't care to say anything." The woman turned away "But if you ever do anything like when you met him to my son again, I will personally see to it that your club is disbanded."

The entire club nodded. Or well, the half of the club that was clinging to Frederick. The other half was gone. Where did they go?

Isolde and her eldest sons left, each giving a wave as the did. It was getting late.

"Welp!" Prez said. "Curtis should have a carriage prepared by now." Prez walked out the side door, leading the club, and Frederick. Gwen also followed her by instinct, but Maria grabbed her.

"Gwen?" Jamie asked

"Look I-" Gwen made sure Frederick was out the door "Frederick has been through a lot in the last few weeks. He just.. needs me there for him right now."

Jamie seemingly got it, making Maria let go of Gwen's hand.

"Okay, but if anyone does anything to you, tell us, so we can kill them."

Gwen giggled. "Okay."

Gwen walked out the side door, and got in the carriage next to Frederick. Syrah had told Curtis to 'accidentally' get one to small so everyone was squished next to each other, forcing Frederick to be next to Gwen. In vengeance Frederick had forced Syrah to be next to Saffron.

On the bumpy ride home, they talked. Apparently Syrah and Monika had to come to daily lectures for a week. After hearing how they effected Frederick, they decided that they got off easy and took it

While everyone else was talking to each other, Frederick took the chance to ask Gwen "How much did you tell them?"

"Just what I had to. I said that Blaine said something horrible and Leland locked you in a dungeon. That's it."

Frederick smiled at her. "Thanks."

They eventually made it back to a bunch of pillow forts and books scattered everywhere.

"Surprise!"

So that's where the rest of the CPC went.

It was like a book fair at school. There were bookshelves all over, with pillows in between. There were cutouts of dragons and knights and sailors and pirate ships.

Curtis had thought it might be rather childish, but Frederick's eyes shone like diamonds when he saw it. He looked at Prez, as if asking for permission, before running in like a child at a candy store.

He looked on the shelves, and ALL his favorites were there. Did the CPC have a supernatural book sense or something!? (It was less a sixth sense and more Curtis stopping their mother on her way in, but Freddy didn't need to know that.)

Curtis had made hot coco, and most of the CPC members grabbed a mug, and some sprinkled marshmallows in as well. Frederick had the most in his mug.

He was grinning like a child, looking through the wooden shelves. That's when Prez noticed something odd on his teeth.

"Hey kiddo, is that blood?" Prez moved closer to inspect his teeth, and there were indeed blood stains.

The boy blushed. He tried to explain, but Prez was still opening his mouth.

The woman let go, and Frederick started talking.

"When Gwen told you about.. the last two weeks, she told you about that dungeon, right?"

Prez nodded.

"Well, nobody really came down there. And I mean nobody. So, I didn't really get food or water or anything."

Prez didn't like where this was going.

"But, I needed food to live. And.. uh..." Frederick covered his eyes. He didn't want to see Prez's expression. "There were a lot of.. rats down there, and.. uhmm... Y'know..." Frederick trailed off, but Prez got the point.

She grabbed the boy, and she pulled him inside, where Curtis was.

"Curtis, I figured out why he's so pale." Prez said. Across the counter was Curtis. "It turns out he's been surviving off of rats for the past half a month."

Curtis froze.

He immediately started getting out ingredients. Flour, sugar, etc.

Prez took the boy to the bathroom next.

"We keep extra toothbrushes. Here, I don't think anyone in the club uses this shade of green."

Frederick took the toothbrush and toothpaste, and stated wordlessly brushing. It felt good, so good, to get all of that rat hair and meat out of his teeth.

He walked outside the bathroom, seeing Curtis and Gwen mixing something or other. He waved at them, and they waved back, before he continued outside.

When he got there, a couple of the members had actually gotten into the books. His eyes were glittering less light a diamond now and more like a flashlight.

He saw Monika laying on the floor reading a visual novel.

He crouched down, and started discussing the book with her. He had come up with so many theories about it, both when he was a kid, and as he grew older. It was nice to have a second opinion.

After a while of that, Gwen and Curtis came out of the kitchen with some trays. They were stacked to the brim wíth cinnamon rolls with a honey glaze. They didn't know what Frederick liked, so they played it safe. Everyone like cinnamon rolls.

Frederick eyed at the food from far away. He hadn't eaten anything in so long.

As soon as the trays were on the table, the CPC all crowded to get a taste of Gwen's amazing cooking. Frederick got first dibs though.

He moved back to Monika with the gooey confection in hand, and when he took a bit, he almost cried.

It really did taste amazing on it's own, and given he's been surviving off of rats meat for half a month, he finished that roll very quickly.

And another, and another. Until the club had consumed all of Gwen and Curtis's confections.

And, after all was said and done, they put the bookshelves away, put most of the books in boxes, and most of the club left, with exception of those who lived there like Nell and Whitney. And now Frederick, he remembered, and Prez, Whitney, and Nell guided him to his new room.

It had a brown wood floor, and the wall paper made it look like it was on top of a pirate ship. The bed frame had a steering wheel sticking out, and all over there were bookshelves with many of his favorites, but more room for other favorites he would find after.

"So, do you like it?"

Frederick gave his wide, happy, contagious smile, and the three took it as a yes.

They all left to go to bed, and Frederick did too.

For the first time in a long, long time, Frederick had a happy dream last night. Of friendly monsters and honey glazed cinnamon rolls.

Part 1 of CPC member Frederick

(may or may not make more sequels to this

#cursed princess club #cpc frederick #prince frederick #pretty much every other cpc character #cpc fanfiction

[theycallme-thejackal]

idk if this counts but just lenny and midge being/becoming “lenny and midge”?

(this is so not what you meant but this is what my brain wanted to write)

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

"It's going to be a wonderful summer!" Shirley bellows as she continues packing.

Joel leans in the doorway, watching his mother putter around the room, not packing in any organized fashion, but grabbing things as she thinks of them. She'll unpack and repack at least four times before they leave for the Catskills. He's tried to get her to organize her thoughts, create a packing list, but she insists this system works (even though it definitely doesn't).

"The kids are excited, aren't they, Joely?"

"Sure are, Ma."

"Mei will love it, too. All that fresh air will be good for her and the baby. I wish you would move out to Queens. So much more space. Chinatown isn't the best place to raise a little girl."

"We like Chinatown," he tells her. "It's close to the club, and Mei's family is there."

"I know, but all this grass and fresh air is so much better for you."

Joel shrugs as his mother pulls some dresses out of the closet.

"Miriam and Lenny could use some time in the mountains, too."

Shirley keeps talking, but Joel's brain short circuits.

Miriam and Lenny.

Miriam. And Lenny.

Any time their family has mentioned Lenny Bruce, it's been individually. Almost as though he's an afterthought. Midge is family. Lenny is just a guy she happens to be dating. An outsider.

He's Lenny fucking Bruce, world famous comic, not a member of their bizarre, dysfunctional family.

Hearing him addressed as such is...weird.

"...and with that awful trial, they must be so exhausted. Miriam says he's going to appeal, but I think it'll be good for him to get away for a while. The city isn't good for clearing your head. The mountains are much better for screwing your head on straight. And no drugs there either."

Joel's equally surprised by his mother's casual mention of Lenny's addiction. "I don't like that she's dating an addict," Joel comments.

"Well I don't like the drugs either, Joely, but Miriam's a smart one. If she says he's stopped, I believe her. I don't think she'd let him be around Ethan and Esther if he was taking anything."

Joel just scuffs his foot against the floor.

Shirley looks at him and for once stops her moving around. She rounds the bed and sits, looking up at him. "You should be happy for her," she comments.

Joel furrows his brow. "Why?"

"She's happy. She's the mother of your children. You've found someone new who you love, why shouldn't she?"

"Because he's a criminal! And a drug addict - "

"You weren't happy when she was dating that doctor either," his mother points out.

"I hadn't met Mei yet," he protests weakly.

"Joely," Shirley sighs, standing and crossing toward him. She squeezes his upper arms. "You are my whole world. You and your father and your kids. But you are behaving like a real schmuck."

"Ma!"

"I'm sorry!" She tosses her hands in the air with a shrug as she turns back to continue her packing. "You were the one who had an affair, and ever since, you've wanted to have your cake and eat it, too. You had your chance with Miriam and you fucked it up."

"Ma!" He repeats. He racks his brain for a moment, coming up with no other situation in which he's heard his mother curse.

"Do you love Mei?"

"Of course I do," he answers immediately.

"Then stop obsessing over your ex-wife's love life and pass me my curlers.”

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers