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kumawaii · 4 months

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THE GUY WITH TWO FACES | KMG

cw - reader is shorter than mingyu, cheating, manipulation, cucking kink, unprotected sex, creampies, recording, cum eating

∘₊✧─── 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ───✧₊∘

bestie!mingyu is so foolishly kind that you often think he can get taken advantage of in this cruel world. he’s so understanding and forgiving with everyone, even when they don’t deserve it. you can’t hate it since it’s a quality you love about him, but it does worry you.

bestie!mingyu reminds you of a large puppy, always eager to please and be praised. he’s naturally affectionate with anyone he gets close to. it’s the reason why you don’t think much of it when he sits you on his lap. or when he gently smoothes his hands over your thighs. you can’t even think much of it when he buries his face between your shoulder blades and wraps his arms around your torso.

you don’t find fault with any of this until you find out that bestie!mingyu has a girlfriend. no one knows when he started dating her, but it’s apparent that they’ve been together for a while. you’re taken aback and immediately choose to stay a respectful distance from him. but he’s not having any of it.

“come on, baby. you’re breaking my heart.” mingyu says as he drapes his large frame over you. caging you against the kitchen counter.

your heart is thumping in your chest as you make eye contact with his girlfriend who’s watching from the living room. she quickly looks away, expression contorting into one of embarrassment as if she’s been caught somehow. mingyu doesn’t seem to notice — or care, for that matter. he wraps himself around you, nuzzling his face into your hair. he’s breathing in your scent and pressing his entire body against you.

all coherent and rational thoughts leave your head when you feel the outline of his cock pressing into the dip of your ass. bestie!mingyu doesn’t comment on it, and neither do you. it’s what makes him press it harder against you, smirking when he hears a cute little gasp of pleasure roll off your tongue.

“if i can’t hug you, are we really best friends?”

it’s fifth grade logic, or maybe even more juvenile than that, but you give in anyway. letting out a shaky okay is enough for him to turn you around, help you on the counter so you’re his height and slot himself between your legs. you have to bite your lip when bestie!mingyu wraps his arms around you and presses himself against you again. his strong arms cage you against his muscular body as he buries his face into your neck, making sure your clothed cunt is snug against his raging hard on.

this strange situation carries on, but bestie!mingyu assures you that the intimate affection between you two doesn’t bother his girlfriend. you’re not sure if that’s true. especially since she always looks at you oddly when you’re sat on her boyfriend’s lap with his large hands rubbing your soft thighs.

when you try to confront bestie!mingyu about his inappropriate behavior, he crumbles. with his head hung low, he pulls you closer until you’re standing between his legs. mingyu doesn’t let you go, claiming that you’ll leave him forever if he does. you run a gentle hand through his hair, and tell him he won’t ever lose you.

you can’t see bestie!mingyu’s triumphant smirk. when he lifts his head, his large, wet eyes are gazing up at you with so much affection that your breath hitches. your heart stops beating when he tells you how badly he needs you. how long he’s wanted you. it’s wrong, so wrong, but you end up naked on his bed anyway.

bestie!mingyu who’s giant cock is the biggest you’ve ever taken. your pussy almost burns from the stretch, but you beg him to go deeper until you can feel him in your guts. he’s groaning and moaning the entire time, telling you how he’s never been in such a tight pussy.

“not even your girlfriend’s?” you can’t help but ask as he slowly starts fucking you.

“fuck no.” he moans, mouth dropped in awe at how tightly you’re gripping him. “yours is the tightest, hottest little cunt i’ve ever been in.”

you both moan at his filthy words, a fresh coat of arousal covering his cock. bestie!mingyu’s thrusts start to get rougher. his hips are relentless, and your eyes start to roll back as his throbbing dick rams into your cervix. your lewd moans fill his room, the smell of sex starting to permeate the air. you’re so wet that you can hear it. that and the sound of skin on skin as mingyu continues to fuck you dumb. it’s all so filthy and vile, but you love it.

“let me record.” bestie!mingyu suddenly begs you. “i need to have a more than just a memory of this, y/n. please!”

you relent to bestie!mingyu pretty easily with the condition that he send you the video too. his smirk is filthy as he promises to do exactly that. impressively, his pace doesn’t falter as he reaches for his phone. he points the camera at your sloppy pussy, groaning when he sees how his cock is covered with your sweet cream. he pans the camera to your fucked out face, telling you that you’re the prettiest girl in the world.

“god, look at the mess you’re making, doll.” mingyu moans as he points the camera back as your pussy. “dripping all over this cock like you own it.”

the filthiest noises leave your lips, and it all goes so well with the nasty squelching coming from your pussy. “fuck me harder, gyu!”

bestie!mingyu has a wolffish smirk on his face as he gives into your wish. he keeps ramming his cock into you until you cum all over it. your moan of ecstasy is so hot that he loses it. he quickly flips you over and starts splitting your sloppy cunt open like a feral animal. the way your ass bounces back on his pelvis is captured perfectly in the video, and he just has to spank it until you’re chanting his name like a mantra.

“that’s it, baby. make a mess all over this dick.” mingyu growls, shoving his aching cock deeper into your wet cunt. “pussy’s so fucking good. fuck. just look at at that grip.”

the camera zooms in on your wet cunt being stretched opened by bestie!mingyu’s fat cock, and he’ll never get tired of the sight. that’s all he needs to cum. he moans out your name as he releases his thick seed inside you. mingyu fucks it deeper into you, loving how you’re trembling beneath him.

then, bestie!mingyu slowly pulls out and uses his thumb to pull aside your puffy lips. globs of his cum slowly leak out of you, and his cock twitches at the erotic sight. he then places his phone right under you, arches your back and starts to eat his cum out of you. he groans into your pussy, loving the taste of you two mixed together. your cries of pleasure are so cute that when he’s done, he just has to kiss you.

you giggle into his mouth when bestie!mingyu tells you how sweet you taste, especially when you’re full of him. that’s how the video ends with mingyu begging you to let him fuck you again. tears are streaming down his girlfriend’s face as she puts down the phone. her boyfriend had sent that video to her only minutes ago and had been ignoring all her calls since.

she sobs pathetically as she grabs her phone and watches the filthy video all over again. her eyes are wet and so is her cunt. it’s so filthy and reprehensible, but she can’t help but be turned on by it. mingyu has never fucked her that way, and there’s a clear difference in how much he fucking adores you. it’s sick, and yet she can’t help but finger herself to the video of her boyfriend cheating on her.

it’s late when bestie!mingyu finally gets back to his girlfriend’s place. her eyes are puffy and red but he doesn’t apologize. she sniffs pathetically as she holds up the phone. “was she worth it?”

“of course.” mingyu doesn’t hesitate to say as he goes her into her bedroom. “you know what y/n means to me.”

“fuck her again.” his girlfriend says.

mingyu smirks before letting out an incredulous laugh. “i’m planning to.”

“you’ve never fucked me raw.” his girlfriend’s voice is quiet as mingyu starts to get undressed.

“and i never will.” his words are biting. “that’s a privilege only y/n has.”

his mean words only make her cunt drip with slick, and it’s not long before she’s suggesting something so humiliating and vile that mingyu can’t help but agree. what you don’t know is that bestie!mingyu’s girlfriend is the biggest cuckqueen there is. all thanks to you. pretty little you who is so kind and unsuspecting yet is filthy enough to fuck a guy with a girlfriend.

she insists that mingyu fucks her as they both watch that video again. he agrees. it turns her on when he puts on a condom and makes her bury her face in her mattress so he can pretend it’s you that he’s fucking. he slides in, but there’s no groan of pleasure. when his girlfriend takes a peek back, she clenches around his cock when he sees his eyes trained on the tv. she can tell he’s reliving the moment because every time you moan, she can feel his cock twitch inside her.

“your pussy doesn’t feel as good.” he grumbles, fucking her harder into the mattress. “not as tight.”

and that’s how bestie!mingyu and his cuckqueen spend the night. both getting off to the thought of him fucking you.

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costkappen · 1 month

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Best boy《CLxReader》

Tags....☆smut,blow job, sub!Charles, Dom!reader, no use of y/n,fluff,charles is insecure,reassuring

Warnings....☆smut!mdni, a bit of sad!Charles but nothing too sad or angsty

Word count....☆1795

A bit of a warning, this is my first time writing so it not the best,also please correct me if you find any spelling mistakes as I didn't proof read this,anyways enjoy I hope I did good!

He looked so pretty high up on the podium, his smiling face half covered by the shining Australian sun making his pretty blue eyes shine like I've never seen before.

After the podium celebrations I went after him and pulled him in the tightest hug ever

"Congratulations Charles! P2 and double ferrari podium, I'm so proud of you" his face lit up at my praise, something I've picked up since I first met him, he gloats over the littlest praise aimed towards him, even if it wasn't said to him directly, he has a habit of kicking himself down way more that necessary when the smallest thing goes wrong, even if it wasn't his fault he always finds a way to beat himself up over it, so over the years I've made a mental note to sower him with praises as much as I can. "Thank you chéri, I'm also really happy with the team today, let's go to my drivers room I'll take a quick shower and then we'll go back to the hotel"

The drive to the hotel was fairly silent, I didn't say anything to him but I saw how his lips twitched and how his grip on the steering wheel was so tight the tips of his fingers turned white. Yes he was happy about his podium, but there was something he was not telling me so I made it my personal mission to find out what was bothering him so much on a day that was supposed to make him feel like he was on cloud 9.

Once we arrived to the hotel the first thing I did was change into something more comfortable and then I went looking for him, "Hey baby" I said as I sat down on his lap on the couch "How are you feeling? You must be so happy, we have to celebrate with Carlos and Rebecca tonight you boys did such a good job"

The praise made him smile, still he didn't look like his usual self "Yeah I'm really happy Chéri, I think the team needed this win, I can't wait to celebrate with you all" then he gives me a quick kiss on the lips and looks at me without saying anything else

" Alright then if you're so happy then why are you acting like that?" "Acting like what?" He says with a nervous giggle as to make me think I'm just over thinking it. "Like you're about to cry Charlie, don't lie to me I know you too well." He then brings his hand to gently stroke my cheek, as if I was the one that needed comforting right now, "I really can't hide anything from you Chéri?" He let's out a sigh,his whole body deflating "I'm happy for Carlos, I really am, it's just that I can't stop thinking how it should've been me on the first step, not because I don't think that Carlos deserves it but because I've got the whole ferrari team and the tifosi rooting for me, and everytime I get second place instead of winning I feel like I'm letting down everyone, especially you" well I surely wasn't expecting that, yes I knew he had some troubles in believing himself, but I didn't know just how little he thought of himself, "Charlie I can promise you're not letting anyone down,and especially not me! Do you not know how proud I am of you? The redbull is been a monster of a car and so far you've been the only one to get as close to it as second place, everyone at the motorhome can tell you that, everyone is so proud of you even when you don't win we know that you could do so much more if we had a better car and if redbull didn't have a rocketship instead of a car,no one is upset with you Charlie" his lips were quivering and his pretty blue eyes were shiny and looked like they were ready to burst with tears, but I couldn't let my pretty boy cry on a day like this, not when he was supposed to be celebrating and happy with his amazing results, "Alright Charlie how about I show you just how much i am proud of you?"

I take his hand making him stand up from the couch "Where are we going Chéri?" He asks confused as ever "to the bed baby, I'll show you what good boys like you get when they've been so good" and as I make him get on the bed I get a good look at his flushed face, cheeks red and a little shy smile,

"I'll start slow okay?" He nods eagerly his head and I chuckle at his shyness, I start by prepping kisses all over his handsome face and I stop at his lips to give him a more passionate kiss occasionally sliding my tongue on his bottom lip, stroking his arms with my hand I could feel goosebumps forming, as I made my way to his neck I made sure that my kissed lingered a bit longer as to leave pink patches all over his neck, light enough to show but not too harsh so they would be gone the next day, as much as I wanted to leave purple marks all over him I knew pr would kill him if he showed up in public covered in hickeys, so just this once I'll refrain myself.

I could feel him shiver under me as I got to unbuttoning his shirt and I kissed all over his chest "Chéri please..don't tease me like this" he pleaded looking at me with his puppy eyes "What do you want me to do Charlie? I'll do anything you want as long as you ask me nicely " I was being a bit mean to him but I knew that he loved it when I took charge and teased him, "Please just touch me..anywhere I just want to feel your touch" his words make me melt, and how could I say no to him when he was begging so prettily "What a good boy you are Charles, asking me so nicely, don't worry I'll make you feel so good" He shivers as my hand gets lower, working on his pants to get them off, I slide them down along with his underwear as he raises his hips to help me get his pant off of him, I look back up staring at his pretty leaking dick, he wasn't the biggest but he still had the prettiest dick I've ever seen, clean and neatly groomed, I started tracing the veins that run across his shaft, that pulled a whimper out of him so I started using my tongue savoring his flavor on my tastbuds as I moved to his tip, clear beads of precum already leaking out "your dick is so pretty cha, so sensitive for me.." I look up at him smiling and circling my tongue around his tip "p-pleas chérie..take me in your mouth no more teasing" his pleas and the way he looked at me while he was making me go crazy, he just looked so good, still maintaining eye contact I took him as deep down my throat as I could go, seeing his face contorted from the pleasure gave me more confidence so I relaxed my throat and stopped when my nose hit his lower stomach, he tasted heavenly and I could hear his whimpers and soft moans, I bobbed my head up and down using my hand to stoke him at his base where I could not reach with my mouth, and he looked completely gone, eyes rolling back, hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white and he let out the prettiest moans, but his breath was staring to hiccup and he started squirming against the sheet so I knew he was getting close "what is it cha? Getting close my sweet boy?" I cooed at him getting my mouth back on him as soon as I stopped talking "mhh- Chéri please don't stop i-" He gasped and as I looked at him I saw his eyes roll back, he was completely blissed out "what is it pretty boy, Can't talk anymore? Am I making you feel so good your brain can't form words?" His breath hitched and he let out a shaky moan, this time I decided to not make him beg me to let him cut, he had been so good and he deserved it, so I started focusing on his tip, circling it with my tongue and sucking it harshly while my hand stroked him up and down as the other held him at his base,I was so focused on getting him to his sweet and deserved release I almost didn't hear him warning me that he was about to cum, "look at me Charlie,I want to see your pretty face as you cum down my throat like a good boy,just like that cha let it go for me" my words pushed him off the edge and he gripped my hair slightly pushing my head down on him, I got the hint so I took him as deep as a could and he heal me there, his loud moans filled the room, at this point I knew that whoever was staying in the room next to us hear him but I couldn't care less, I just wanted him to feel good, as i looked at his fucked out expression I felt his sweet cum filling my mouth, his mouth hanged low as he let out one final loud moan and fell back on the pillows, I slowly pulled him out of my mouth, took his face in my hands and made him look at me as I swallowed his cum, and he smashed his mouth on mine, sliding his tongue inside my mouth passionately kissing me, a quiet thank you.

"Are you feeling better now Charlie?" I looked down at him as he was laying on my chest trying to gain his breath back "yes- yes thank you chéri I'm feeling much better chéri thank you" He smiled and kissed my neck and nuzzled his face as I covered us up with the covers "well then I'm confident that you learned your lesson and will start to believe in yourself more yes?" I say as I start stroking his hair

"Well I don't know chéri, if that's what happens when I doubt myself I might just start doing it more" He laughs and hides his face in the crook of my neck, I gently smack the back of his head but I also laugh at his comment "I love you charles, you know that right?" "I know chéri, but I love you more."

#charles lecrelc #formula 1 #cl16 #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #sub!charles leclerc #one shot #formula 1 oneshot #formula 1 smut #x reader #cl16 x reader #cl16 x you #no y/n #f1 fanfic #f1

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percyluvr · 2 months

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helloo, could i request a leo valdez x daughter of poseidon!reader headcanons? thanks 🦈

leo valdez x daughter of poseidon!reader summary: hcs for leo with a daughter of poseidon reader

when y'all first started dating, percy was a bit of a hater

y'know after the whole......... firing on the romans thing

but after a while it was fine

bc y'all r too damn cute

you sneak out of cabin 3 to go see leo a lot

and it's kinda annoying to percy sometimes

cuz you're nowhere near as sneaky as you think you are

but he likes it bc then he can have annabeth over

so it's kinda a win win

but anyways!

you guys sneak out to go sit near the lake

and just cuddle and talk

sometimes y'all fall asleep

and wake up to water splashing your face (it's percy)

other times you sleep in cabin 9

but percy knows either way

he always finds y'all LMFAO

he's so annoying to y'all

but it's all in good fun

bc you and leo prank him back

y'all have like a youtube prank war going on LMAOO

ANYWAYS enough abt percy trynna annoy y'all

leo is such a sweetie

he's always making you things

especially little ocean themed charms for your bracelets

you make him matching bracelets. out of the charms he makes.

UGH my mind

anywho

you sit in cabin 9 watching him make shit

and he gets a lil nervous with you watching him so intensely

sometimes he messes up what he's making because ur so distracting

and he just tries to play it off like he meant to do that

it haunts him at night LMFAOO

anyways

you made him a flame-resistant bracelet bc u know how he was always worried about burning your bracelets

and he actually cried

like he bursted out into tears and gave u the tightest hug ever

he might've cracked one of your ribs

shhh don't tell anyone..

he LOVES when you take him underwater

y'all just be chillin down there from time to time

until percy starts lurking down there too...

percy is a menace to y'all frl

during meals, y'all always sit at the same table

consequences be damned

everyone at camp is SO sick of y'all

pda central i swear

this man COULD NOT get his hands off of you to save his life LMFAO

always cuddling at campfires

late night swims n shiiiii

if ur ever cold

yk he's got u bbygirl

hes like a damn heater

but like

he cant turn it off

so ur like dying of a heat stroke when yall cuddle during the summer

he feels bad

but he loves being close to u

he's always thinking ab how lucky he is to have u

and how he doesnt deserve u

and u know that he thinks that

so ur always reassuring him that hes good enough and u will always love him

hes pretty insecure but he tries to play it off as no big deal

but ur always there for him

and thats something he loves ab u

y'all just get each other on a different levellll

poseidon lowk LOVES him

#prouddad vibes

and hephaestus loves u too

yall lowk got ur dads to be besties

thats how powerful yall r together

y'all are always tg

like 24/7

yall schedule to be in charge of the same activities so you dont have to be away from each other

how yall dont get sick of each other is BEYOND ME

ig thats just how it be when ur in love!

#pjo #pjo series #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson fic #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez imagines #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #hoo #pjo hoo #rrverse #god i love him

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judeswhore · 10 months

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fluff alphabet; jude bellingham

summary: fluff alphabet

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

notes: you can find my masterlist here. u ask, i deliver🤭u can find the smutty version of this here

A = Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

so so so affectionate it’s sickening to other people but it’s ur favourite thing abt him. he loves hugs and kisses and holding hands and just touching u in general. will randomly come up to u in the house or while ur out w family/friends and wrap u up in the tightest bear hug for no reason other than he wants to love on u. you’ll be talking or just minding ur own business and suddenly he’s smothering ur face in kisses, gripping ur cheeks and just attacking u with his lips and his excuse will just be “cant help it, just so pretty baby”. and saying that he’s so affectionate w his words too. always telling u how gorgeous u are, how nice u look today in those clothes or just randomly compliments u when ur laying abt in the house bc he just needs u to know and never wants u to forget

B = Baby (do they want children?)

so so badly. he has baby fever more than u probably. he always sees his older teammates w their children and it sends him into a spiral bc even tho ur both pretty young he cant wait to start ur own family. he can never concentrate seeing u with children bc it’ll send his mind into overdrive and he’s always telling u how excited he is to finally have kids. probably has a lot planned out already such as how he’d wna decorate their rooms and his favourite names and the two of u probably talk abt it a lot. especially at night when it’s dark and it feels safe to whisper abt ur future together. just snuggling into him and whispering abt which names u like the most and whether they’ll be more like u or more like him and if u should paint their room blue or pink or yellow. i think his favourite thing to do wld be to plan a future that involves kids

C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

he loves cuddles!!! more than anything bc he’s such a big softie and just likes holding u/likes to be held. loves a tight bear hug!! just wraps u up completely in his arms and squeezes, rocks u a little and it’s so comforting to both of u. loves to cuddle in bed too even when ur not sleeping. he’s watching tv and ur reading but he’s on top of u, head on ur stomach while he’s got his arms wrapped around u

D = Dates (do they prefer flashy or casual dates?)

bit of both and it depends on the mood. he adores showing u off and spoiling u rotten so he’ll book expensive restaurants and buy expensive wine and food bc u deserve the best of everything. but bc of his fame sometimes he wants u to himself where u can’t be interrupted or bombarded by fans. so he youse will have a casual cinema date tucked away in the back of the theatre and then eating fast food in ur car parked up in the car park. or just date night at home, just the two of u. cooking dinner or ordering take away, watching movies and smuggling, just super quiet and low key

E = Emotions (are they an emotional person? are they good at expressing themselves?)

we can all agree he’s pretty emotionally mature and he wld be in ur relationship. if something was upsetting him or he wasn’t happy w something he’d tell u bc he’s been taught that talking is always the best way to solve things. he is pretty emotional but he’s not one to hide it, he’ll tell u when he’s sad or when he’s happy and he worn try and hide any of his feelings from u bc he wants u both to be open abt that stuff and there for each other. sometimes he’ll turn to the silent treatment but it wldnt last very long mainly bc he cant cope not talking to u but also bc he realises that it’s stupid and he misses u. he can be very stubborn at times tho so even tho most of the times he’s great at communicating his emotions the odd time his age will really show and his stubborn side will come out. that’s usually what leads to the silent treatment but again it never lasts that long especially when he sees u looking all snug in his hoodie on the bed and he just need to cuddle u. he’d mutter a little apology w kisses and you’d talk it out

F = Feelings (who caught feelings first?)

HIM. he knew u was in deep the second he met u, stumbling over his words and getting all embarrassed, trying to be funny and failing bc he was so nervous. but after a few dates he’d know for certain how much he liked u. making him work for it a little bit and refusing to date him for a while and that just makes him fall for u more but from the get go he likes u so so bad. always flirting, always complimenting u, talking abt u none stop to his family and his friends. he’d talk abt u so much to his mam that she’d know u so well before the two of u even met. him being the one to catch feelings first he’d also be the one to initiate ur first kiss bc he just can’t wait any longer and then after he’d be a giddy little mess and wld have to kiss u again. and again. and again. until ur both giggling and u have to hold him at arms length

G = Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s a baby and a gentle soul in person no matter how angry he gets on the pitch. he’s always so soft and careful with u (unless u ask him not to be) bc he’s aware of how much bigger and stronger he is and he doesn’t wna hurt u. always holds u carefully and kisses u softly until ur demanding more and then ofc he’s complying but if it’s not one of those situations he’s always so gentle with u. he’s always reminding u he loves u too at any given moment, even if ur in the middle of an argument and he can’t leave without making sure he says it

H = Honesty (do they share everything with you?)

yes. ur the first to know anything abt anything bc ur the first person he thinks to call or text or go home to. no matter what it is he tells u, whether it be gossip from the team or his friends or news abt his career he tells u it all. even bad stuff, he shares all of it with u bc he knows you’ll sit and listen and will offer advice if he needs it

I = I love you (who said “i love you” first?)

so even tho he caught real feelings first u were the one to say “i love u” first. saying it after one of this big matches and ur just so so proud of him and the second he’s in front of u u dive at him, wrapping urself completely around him and going on abt how proud u are and then slipping in that little phrase and jude wld think he’d misheard at first. he’d pull away and set u back on ur feet and ask u to say it again and ur smiling so bright at him, taking his cheeks and kissing him so softly while repeating it and he’s just so overwhelmed bc maybe he’s been wanting to say it for a while but he’s been a little scared but now he’s not holding back. smothering ur face in kisses and in between them he’s saying he loves u. just so sweet and cute and neither of u are focused on people around u

J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

i feel like he’s very confident in ur relationship and how much u love him so he usually doesn’t get jealous bc he knows if anyone’s coming on to u ur not interested and wld brush them off immediately. but sometimes he can’t help himself, usually if it’s his friends or teammates that have a thing for u bc to him that’s crossing a line. he doesn’t really do anything too drastic, usually just a “subtle” reminder that ur his. will usually wrap an arm around ur shoulder or waist or pull u in for a quick kiss, just something to say “yeah she’s mine u can stop looking now”. it sometimes makes him a little pouty but ur always quick to kiss that away and send him a smile and a reminder that u love him

K = Kisses (where do they like to kiss their partner? where do they like to be kissed?)

loves loves loves giving forehead kisses!!! will just cup the back of ur neck and then dip his head to press his lips to ur forehead. sometimes he’ll linger for a little while and you’ll feel him smile and it’s honestly the cutest thing. does it all the time. to say hello, to say goodbye, to say he loves u, just bc, while he’s laughing over something you’ve said, to placate ur jealousy, as a way of making u feel better if u sad, literally will kiss ur forehead all the time and for so many reasons :(

he likes when u kiss his jaw bc it makes him all fuzzy inside and u often do it before kissing him properly so it’s like a build up. just slowly kissing his jaw until he’s all impatient and then finally slotting ur lips over his and he’ll give this quiet little hum of happiness every single time. also likes when u kiss his thighs, not even in a sexual way (although he does love that). just laying w ur head on his thigh while watching tv or scrolling on ur phone and then you’ll just turn ur head and pepper his thighs in kisses just showing them so much love and he always gets a stupid grin on his face bc he thinks it’s adorable

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

oh he’s an absolute angel we all know this. is so happy to be around children no matter what, will talk to them, play w them, teach them little football tricks if they ask like he’s just the sweetest and u adore it. if u have little neices/nephews or siblings he’d love being around them, like wld wna babysit all the time and wld have the best time and they’d love him. the way he is w children always makes u broody and he always teases u abt it and jokes that all the babysitting now is to prepare u for future little bellingham’s

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

some mornings he has to leave before u and if that’s the case he’ll be so so quiet while getting ready and then wld leave with a little kiss on ur head and wld text u immediately after leaving the house to say he’s left and good morning and he loves u :( but if ur able to spend a morning together it’s usually relatively slow. neither of u are morning people so it’s usually quiet, sharing soft kisses and muttered “good mornings” while still tangled in the sheets bc u always take forever to finally get up. when u do u brush ur teeth and everything in silence, jude occasionally squeezing ur hip or nudging u softly in a little loving way. making breakfast together and he’s behind u, arms around ur waist to cuddle into u while u talk quietly abt what ur gna do that day. it generally is just slow and loving and quiet but that’s how u like it

N = Nights (how are nights spent with them?)

SNUGGLES!!!!! nighttime routine together first tho, whether that be showering together or wtv and then doing ur skincare (forcing him to do the same as u bc u wna keep his skin beautiful) before getting ready for bed. he always always puts ur pjs in the dryer while ur doing ur skincare bc he knows u like them to be warm. either snuggling on the sofa w blankets or in bed to catch up on a show ur watching together and he’s got u tucked up against his side, head on his chest and he’s stroking ur arm and ur head and soothing u to sleep. it’s always so slow and soft bc usually u don’t get a lot of time together during the day so nighttime is for the two of u just to relax and bask in each other’s company

O = Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

i feel like it’d take a bit of time at first, not like loads but he’d definitely be a little hesitant at first revealing certain things bc he’s still so unsure if he can trust girls given his fame :( but from the very start you’d make it clear u aren’t interested in any of that and it wldnt take him long to realise and he’d trust u a lot more than he does a lot of people even early on. he’d like u so much from the very first meeting so as soon as he’d figured out he could really trust u he’d have no problems spilling things abt himself, even the most embarrassing of his secrets

P = Parents (do their parents like you?)

oh god yes. like more than they like him and jobe. u and his mam are practically best friends and u always do things w her without jude. always shopping and going out for meals or going to spas and she’s always calling and texting to see if ur okay and jude’s always like??? “hello i’m here too” and she’d just brush him off bc ofc he is but she needs to know how ur feeling today. being just as close to his dad and u and him always bullying jude bc he’s always showing u old baby pics that u can use against ur boyfriend

Q = Quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

every. single. thing. from the very first time u spoke to each other bc he’s been down bad ever since. like remembers things u told him on ur first date and ur like??? how is that even possible. always remembers if u say u like something, even in passing, and then wld get that thing for u and wld act so casual abt it but it means the absolute world to u. being at dinner w friends and they’re offering drinks/food and before u even know what’s going on he’s all “no she doesn’t like that, she’ll have ___ tho” and it’s the exact thing u wld’ve chosen and it makes u all giddy inside how well he knows u

R = Remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

the first time u went to one of his matches. he remembers being so nervous at first to have u there, tucked in w his family, bc he wanted to impress u and wanted u to see how good he was (as if u didn’t already know🙄). but the second he spotted u he was so giddy, grinning so bright and just wanting to kiss u silly bc u looked so pretty in his shirt. you’d told him that morning that u knew he was gna score bc u could feel it, joking u were a good luck charm and he did score dedicating the goal to u and feeling so happy abt how shy u looked when he pointed ur way. after the match he’d gone and pulled u into a hug and kissed u like he’d been wanting to all match and he’ll never forget ur smile and all the praise u threw his way. u did that after every match following, no matter the outcome, always telling him how proud u are but nothing wld beat that first time

S = Sad (how do they like to be comforted?)

loves back and head scratches :)) if he’s feeling down he doesn’t even really need to tell u bc u can just tell, letting him know he can talk when he’s ready while coaxing him into bed or onto the sofa. he likes when u let him lay on top of u, face tucked away in ur neck ur while u gently graze ur nails over his back and shoulders or over his head :( like i said early he’s good at talking abt his feelings so after a while he’ll eventually tell u what’s wrong bc he knows how good u are at giving him advice or just cheering him up a little bit he won’t move from that position even while ur talking so you’ll spend a good chunk of time just slowly rubbing over his skin until he’s ready to move

T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he deserves a medal for how much effort he puts into the relationship. even tho he’s a busy boy he still makes sure he’s treating u right. dates are always planned to perfection no matter what they are. he always goes all out on anniversaries and bdays, books time away to ur favourite places as a surprise and buys u the sweetest gifts, often new pieces of jewellery bc he just likes spoiling u. even just day to day he’s so attentive and sweet. leaves little notes on the mirror or fridge if he leaves for training before ur awake, gets ur coffee and breakfast ready so u don’t have to rush when u do wake up. will sometimes bring home ur favourite snacks or something if he’s passed a shop bc he knows the thought alone will make u smile

U = Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he’s a boy and is sooooo messy and doesn’t clean up after himself. definitely leads to arguments when he leaves dishes out or leaves his clothes all over the floor. but then he’ll just flash u that charming smile and give u a kiss and a sickly sweet apology

V = Value (how valuable is your relationship to them? is it a top priority?)

absolutely it’s a top priority. he knows he’s busy and his career means ur apart a lot and he knows that can be difficult but he never lets u think he’s putting that before u. he puts so much effort into making sure u know he loves and appreciates u even if u haven’t seen each other in a while and he’s always inviting u to events and matches so he can keep up w his career and while not neglecting u or ur relationship. if you’ve been apart for a while bc of matches he’ll make sure that as soon as he’s free again u have all his time even if that’s just spending the day at home together

W = Wedding (do they see themselves marrying you?)

yes 100%. he thinks abt it all the time. probably more than u (he’s a massive romantic okay idc). he’s definitely talked to urs and his parents abt it, urs more so in passing as tho looking for approval (which he was given immediately) but w his mam especially he’s talked abt it a lot. he’s looked at rings online a couple of times trying to find which ones he thinks u wld like the most and you’d already told him ur dream destination and he’s looked into it. he’s more than ready for when the time actually comes and ur both ready for the next step. BUT i feel like he’d wna have kids first bc he wants to see them as little flower girls/page boys like nothing wld make him happier than marrying u and having ur children there to see

X = Xylophone (what’s your song?)

mardy bum by arctic monkeys. jude’s always teasing u abt how moody u are sometimes (especially on ur period) and whenever u get in a real mood w him he’d gotten into the habit of playing that song or singing it to u and most of the time it’ll make u laugh, usually bc his singing is so awful. he likes singing it really loud with u in the kitchen even when ur not in a mood, spinning u and dipping u until ur both giggling and almost falling over. mardy bum is also one of his nicknames for u bc of ur love for the song

Y = Yearning (how do they act when they miss you?)

calls and texts u constantly. i’m talking bombards ur phone until u answer and it’ll be w the most pointless messages but u adore it bc u love knowing he’s thinking abt u. he’ll send u updates on what he’s doing, what he’s eaten, pics of things that remind him of u, memes, tiktoks, random “i love u. i miss u” texts. also always asks if u can fall asleep on facetime together sometimes bc he doesn’t wna stop talking to u :( like he really is a big softie. definitely sends u lots of flowers when ur apart w cute little notes attached like “these r pretty and they reminded me of u” he turns into the biggest mush when he misses u

Z = ZZZ (how do they like to sleep)

loves spooning!!!! either big or little he doesn’t care. prefers little spoon after a bad match/bad day bc he likes u to hold him and he always feels safe and loved like that :( but also loves to be big spoon so he can just wrap himself around u and hold u tight, always gives u little shoulder kisses like this while he tells u goodnight. moves abt a lot in his sleep tho so youse never wake up like that the next morning. but he also likes falling asleep w his head on ur chest!! locks his leg around urs and snuggles against ur boobs and asks u to stroke his back or scratch his head and he’ll fall asleep almost immediately bc ur so comforting and cosy to him

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Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Black Fem!Reader

Summary: In which Logan loves you. That's it. That's the tweet.

Word Count: ~4.1k words and a lot of smau

Warning: Twitter environment, mentions of food, one small steamy moment, it gets "angsty", Logan and reader get in small short fight, curse words, really really mushy, making it supremely obvious that Logan's love language is touch in this

A/N: I love you guys so much. I want to start there. You guys make me feel so comfortable and seen, so thank you. Now, this way actually really fun and cute to write. I don't know what it is but Logan brings my motherly instinct out but in a "I want to date him and take care of him" sort of way. Like he's the type of guy I would have a crush on in high school. Anyway, hope you guys like it and I hope to more Logan fics in the future because he deserves it. Love you all!! 💖💛💖💛

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You poke your head from around the corner of the Williams paddock to get a glimpse of who was approaching next, knowing from the commotion that it had to be a driver. It took a moment for your eyes to find the center of everyone's attention, but once you did your guard immediately went down and you waved at the couple walking toward the paddock building.

"Yn! You're here!" Lily runs up to you and engulfs you in a tight hug, making you giggle with her. Although you two haven't seen each other in person very much, but you both forced your boyfriends to give the other your numbers, so you guys have been talking non-stop since before it was even confirmed that Logan was going to be a Williams driver.

“Of course I’m here. It’s home race weekend! And my first full week of my last college summer break so I’m thriving right now.” You hold onto Lily for a little longer, basking in the touch of your friend, a temporary quelling of your real desire to finally be with Logan again in person. “Speaking of, have you guys seen the guest of honor? I’ve been waiting to surprise him for half an hour because he thinks that I had to stay on campus for an extra week.”

“He should be heading over in a moment, I think I saw him when we walked in, and we have a meeting in about 20 minutes, so…” Alex checks the time on his phone and then scans the paddock for his teammate. Eventually he spots a small crowd building around a blonde and his somewhat intimidating trainer, heading in the direction of the Williams paddock building. “He’s coming! Hide!” Alex whisper-yells towards you and Lily, who were still in a tight embrace. You two quickly break apart and you tiptoe back around the corner of the building waiting to hear your boyfriend’s voice in person for the first time in 5 months. “You’re late.” Alex starts to improvise once Logan reaches the building.

“What do you mean? The meeting isn’t for another 20 minutes.” Logan sounded exhausted already, probably emotionally from believing that the one weekend he thought he would be able to have you there was ruined.

“No, um, there was someone else that was looking for you. They said it was important.” You were surprised Alex wasn’t breaking. You thought he would in a situation like this.

“What? Who? Did you text me or something?” Right as Logan was going to check his phone for a missed text or call from his teammate, you saunter from around the corner.

“Where were you? You were supposed to be here 10 minutes ago.” You tap your wrist as you slowly start to walk over to where Logan stood, motionless, mouth hanging open. It took everything in you to not run and jump into his arms, and Logan was urging his feet to move but at the moment was failing to make them listen.

“No way.” These were the first words directed towards you, that and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen grace your boyfriend’s face. “No fucking way.” Finally his feet cooperated with him and he ran toward you, bring you into the tightest hug you have ever received, one arm fully wrapped around your shoulders and the other wrapped around just enough to cradle your head into the nape of his neck, giving you a much needed whiff of his cologne. Your arms immediately found home around his waist, resting there but also feeling like they were trying to pull him into you so he could never leave again.

“Did you miss me?” You giggle, sniffing back tears while your face is still in his neck.

“Are you kidding me? Hell, yeah I missed you! I thought you said you had to stay on campus for another week?” Logan spoke into your braids, pressing his lips to the top of your head when he wasn’t speaking.

“I had to throw you off my trail somehow.” It was like you read each other’s mind after you answered his question, because once you finished speaking, you both pulled back just enough to look at each other's face.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Logan’s eyes continuously move over your face, an automatic grin tugging at the sides of his mouth.

“Sounds good to me.” You wiggle your arms from Logan’s grip to bring your hands to his face, leading his head down so you could finally kiss him, a borderline inappropriate kiss if you took in the entire scene and were close enough to see exactly the amount of tongue being used. A quiet cough signaled for you two to end the kiss, but it was a slow natural end because you knew exactly who it was that coughed. A cough you have heard many times over facetime.

“Hi, Ben.” You turn to the tall, buff man that has stalked up behind Logan’s shoulder, drawing out your words and giving him shit-eating grin as the cherry on top.

“There’s the voice that has haunted every single training session.” Ben reciprocates your grin, but after a moment, and a light scratch to Logan’s head, you’re released from Logan’s arms, grasp still on your hand, free to give a side hug to your boyfriend’s trainer. “How are you doing?”

“Much better now.” You’re yanked back into your boyfriend, your back against his chest as he brings his face back to your neck.

"Hate to break up this moment, really. But, uh, it's now 8 minutes until the meeting." Alex gave you two a remorseful smile, tilting his head towards the building. Logan doesn't move, doesn't loosen his grip, just groans into your shoulder, takes one more deep breath, then presses one more kiss to your head.

"Fine." Logan grumbles towards his teammate but then brings his mouth close to your ear. "Don't go too far, okay?" This made shivers run down your back, not the words, those were simple instructions given to make sure he could come right back to you. It was the feeling of his breath on your ear, the feeling of his hands grazing your sides, not wanting to break the touch, and the light kisses that are pressed right behind your ear and on your shoulder after you nod in agreement to staying close. Once he finally lets go of you to head to his meeting, Lily quickly makes her way to his spot, taking your hand to lead you God knows where, but Logan still watches you go off with her, glad that you were finally there in person, and realizing exactly how much of a positive difference just your presence had on the outlook of his race weekend. He needed you with him at races, and he was going to make sure you are always there.

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user1 YES MY FAVORITE COUPLE IS TOGETHER AGAIN SUDJKSMS

yourusername Sooo when's my next race? 😗

>logansargeant All of the rest of the races this season if I can help it

lilymhe PRETTY GIRL 😍😍

> lilymhe Logan how in the world did you bag this baddie 🥵

>yourusername LOVE YOU BBY 😘😍💕

>logansargeant Well rn I'm questioning whether I've bagged her at all 🧍🏼‍♂️

"You left me." You pout, leaning from behind the barrier that separates guests from the rest of the garage to look at your boyfriend, who was in the nook where his helmet sat on a shelf as he spoke to his trainer.

"It wasn't my choice. I wanted to wait until you woke up." He takes a couple of steps towards you, undoing the top strap of his race suit so he could be more comfortable.

"We didn't have time to wait for you to wake up." Ben comments, picking up Logan's helmet as he does so.

"Ben, why do you hate me so?" You dramatically fluctuate your voice, instinctively allowing Logan to snake his arms under yours to pull you in as much as he could into a hug and nuzzle his head into your neck.

"I don't hate you. I will say that those 5 months I didn't see you in person weren't long enough." You both chuckle at the banter thrown between you two before you bring your attention to your boyfriend clinging to you.

"You okay, baby?" You bring a hand to the back of Logan's head, gently raking your nails through his hair.

"Yeah, just glad you're here." His voice was low, words vibrating through your neck before you feel his lips press a kiss at the base.

"I'm glad I get to be here." Logan finally lifts his head from the crook of your neck, tired eyes moving around your face and lips not giving away exactly how happy he was that he could touch you, smell you, hear your voice. "You sure you're okay?"

Logan stays silent for a moment, neutral face before pressing a kiss to your lips, nothing special, something like what you guys give each other after saying "Hello". After the kiss, though, a tickling, eye crinkling smile emerged on his face. "That's crazy…" His words were more of a whisper to himself.

"Can I get in on this great realization?" You mess with his appearance, velcroing the top strap on his race suit and smoothing down hair that moved while his face was in your neck.

"Kissing you calms me down immediately." It was said so matter-of-factly, but the abrupt discovery caused you to blink your eyes wide and for him to explain. "Ten seconds ago, I was ready to high-tail it outta here." He pauses, his child-like smile melting your heart. "Okay, I'm exaggerating, I'm just always very freaking nervous before driving, and not in a good way most of the time, but I had to just deal with it cause I had no choice. Now, I'm just excited. It's fucking Monaco, and your here with me and now I'm ready to put in some fire qualifying laps." He still had a smile on his face, looking at you like you were a crown jewel.

"Well, I'm glad I can help." You giggle out your words, a smile on your face that coaxes Logan to kiss you again, spontaneously, pulling you in by your shoulders.

"I love you." Logan didn't want to leave, didn't want to remove his hands from you, so he was glad that he could mentally use waiting for your response as an excuse.

"I love you too. Now, go put those fire laps in. I'll be here." You wave him away and watch as he practically bounces to grab his helmet, get weighed and then hop in his car. You look over at Ben, still in the nook next to the shelves that still held one more helmet, smiling and nodding at the "Thank you" he mouths your way.

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"16th isn't too bad." You place pressure with your thumb at the top of Logan's bare shoulder. You were kneeling behind him on the massage bed in his room, massaging his shoulders, the sound of the cars on track for Q2 quietly rumbling in the background.

"Yeah, I guess…" Logan has his head tilted to the side, exposing a greater surface area for you to massage. It was silent for a moment after that, you just kept focusing on massaging out Logan's shoulders, using the grunts he would let out as a guide for where to massage next, and placing kisses on different areas as you went.

"You extracted from the car what you could on this track. That's all anyone can ask for." You had to keep yourself from raising your voice, you had the tendency to get loud when you were passionate about something, in this case, passionate about keeping your boyfriend out of the dark cave he was walking himself into.

"Yeah, but Alex-" Logan was about to depreciate himself further, but you were quick to shut it down, stopping your hands where they were and leaning over his shoulder so you were able look at the side of his face, but the feeling of your eyes on him made him turn to look at you.

"Do not compare yourself to Alex. Alex has been driving at this level since 2019. He was a Red Bull driver. He was Max Verstappen's teammate. This is your sixth race in F1. You're still learning, and that's okay. Okay?" You watched him with a straight face, waiting for confirmation that he heard and understood you. To show that he was listening in his own way, he takes one of your hands that had traveled higher up his shoulder and grabbed it, wrapping your arm around his shoulder as a means of pulling you back to his side, letting his eyes roam around your face before leaning in to kiss you.

"Okay." He lets a content grin that held a slight bit of smugness settle on his face after he answers, and then goes in for another kiss. And another. And another. And as he kept kissing you, progressively using more and more tongue, he gently used your arm to guide you around him as he shifted back against the wall behind the massage table, ultimately ending up with you on your knees straddling him as you continued to make out. An air of youthful lust was swirling around you two as the make out session went on and hands began to wander. It first started with Logan's hands traveling down your sides, finally landing at your hips, thumbs massaging your the portion of flesh between your torso and the top of your thigh. It elicited an oddly erotic feeling as he did so, bringing you to want the same for him. So it was your turn to let your hands roam free next, removing themselves from his hair and running from his shoulders down to wear his race suit clung to his waist. You slithered a hand inside and continued down his thigh before coming back up to palm him through his underwear, your other hand sliding back up to his shoulder to give you stability. You smile into the kiss as you feel him get harder under your hand, swallowing the low, grumbling moans he let out.

“Fuuucckk…” This came out as a hiss from Logan’s agape mouth as you begin to move your hand up and down over him, still over his underwear, and kiss along his jaw.

“You want me to help you feel better?” You whisper this in his ear, then trail kisses from his earlobe, behind his ear and down his neck.

If everything went your guys’ way, you would’ve been able to do as you said, allowed the lust in his brain to take over and mask the stress from the day, even for just a moment. But life doesn’t work like that, and instead Ben walks in without warning, cause all three parties in the room to yelp in shock. “What the fuck, you two!?" There was a mad scramble from you and Logan to make yourselves at least semi decent while Ben exits and comes back in a minute later.

"I bet you'll knock next time." You comment when he comes back in, you standing next to the massage table and Logan sitting on top of it, leaning over to press his lips to your head, smiling against your hair.

"I never had to worry about it until you decided to grace us with your constant presence." He sets down some equipment on a chair in the corner and pulls out his phone to look at something.

"Speaking of, it's your lucky day. I'll be around for the rest of the season. Logan will have his own groupee." You beam like a proud child, looking toward your boyfriend when you feel his head lift up.

"Wha-how? What about your last semester?" Logan messed with your hair the slightest bit while waiting for your answer.

"My counselor helped me figure out how I could do the rest of my classes online. And since I'm studying athletic training and physical therapy, I can shadow Ben here and get some hands-on experience. Everyone wins, that is, if Ben doesn't hate me so much that he doesn't let me shadow him?" You bat your eyelashes and pout at the tall man who stares at you for a moment then takes a defeated deep breath.

"Stop saying I hate you. I don't hate you, you're just always here… but I guess you won't be a nuisance if you're helping." Obviously exhausted with the 2 horny young adults in front of him, Ben sighs and runs a hand through his hair, already mentally preparing to have to deal with you and Logan together for the rest of the season, but he couldn't help but feel a little sappy when he see you both send wide, thankful smiles his way. "Okay, that's enough. Stop looking at me like that. You, off the table and start stretching out your arms. You, over here so you can keep your hands off my driver." He points and beckons you over to him, and you watch as he begins Logan's post driving recovery routine.

"Fuck." This was the first word uttered from Logan as he plopped down in a folding chair in the garage following his retirement from the race in Hungary. He didn't take the time to look at anyone or anything, just sat down, took the towel from the back of the chair, and put it over his head as he rested his elbows on his knees. You look around the garage for anyone that could possibly reprimand you before moving from behind the barrier to go over to your boyfriend, squatting next to him.

“Hey, you were doing good. It was just a misstep.” You place a hand on his arm in an effort to console him, but in response he jerks his arm away from you.

“It was a bit more than just a fucking misstep, Yn. God, why are you always trying to make it seem like everything is fine when my literal fucking job is on the line each time I fuck up?” His voice was stern but tired as he turned his head to look at you, view partially disrupted from the towel.

“I think it’s because your fucking job is on the line that you can’t do this. It happens, Logan.” You match the annoyed energy he gave you, because you were annoyed. Yeah, this sucked. It felt horrible watching him spin out with only 3 laps to go knowing that he had the capability to do great things in that updated Williams car. But that’s not the situation.

“Sure, it happens, but not every fucking race. I don’t know if you realize, but I’m the only one doing this shit! And it’s not something I can just fucking get over, not matter what you tell me. So honestly I just need you to leave me alone because the last thing I fucking need is for you to tell me that everything is okay.” You proceeded to stand from your squatted position as he lashed out at you, watching as he swipes the towel from his head and sits straight up to look at you. From his eyes you could tell that he was not backing down from his words, and while you weren’t completely going to let his little boy-like outburst slide, you think about your answer for a moment. Your jaw shifted as you gave him an exhausted neutral look, observing the flush in his cheeks trying to be remedied by a creeping blush. He was tired. He was dehydrated.

“Fine. I’m gonna go. But not because you, whoever you think you are, told me to, but because I know MY Logan will meet me back in his room to talk to me like a person. You see, MY Logan doesn’t raise his voice at me, MY Logan doesn’t cuss me out, and MY Logan does not wallow. So, when MY Logan is ready to talk, you can tell him to meet me in his room.”

You turn on your heel and begin to make your way out of the garage, plastering a smile on for passersby. “Yn…” Logan calls after you, reaching a hand out that you don’t see because you kept your back turned, but you do put your own hand up to signal for him to stop talking, pausing for a second longer and then continuing on to where the drivers’ rooms were.

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There was a gentle knock on the door half an hour after the debacle that you didn't verbally respond to, you just jumped off of the massage bed and grabbed the Gatorade and banana that sat on the table next to you, waiting for him to open the door. When he does, he flashes a miniscule pitiful grin, closes the door, and walks over to take the snack that you were holding out to him. But he wanted to focus on you, have his hands free for the moment when he was able to touch you again without fear of you biting his hands off, so he places the food back on the massage bed and begins to play with his fingers.

"Hi." He started off slow, trying to gauge how you were feeling.

"Hi." Your arms were crossed and exhausted annoyance was still on your face, but he could see that it had relaxed somewhat, so he continued cautiously.

"I'm sorry." He tests the waters with a smile after he speaks, taking a small step forward that you don't step back from. You stay stoic and unmoving, only lifting an eyebrow when Logan began to run a finger up and down your upper arm. He was making progress."There's no excuse for how I acted out there. I was an ass."

You were silent, purposefully done so to make Logan sweat a bit before flashing a grin. "I forgive you. Honestly, the reaction you had made sense, you were tired and frustrated. But the way that you expressed it, that was where you went wrong." Logan brings you closer to him by your elbows, since your arms were still crossed, and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah, I know." This was mumbled against your forehead because at this point, now that Logan had his hands on you, had your perfume swirling around his head, he didn't want to move.

"Next time, just tell me that you don't want to talk right now. And I would also suggest giving me a kiss so I know you're not mad or being a brat." You giggle, a sound that intensifies when Logan pulls you all the way into his chest and peppers kisses at the base of your jaw.

"Got it." He pulls back to answer you, and then gives you one more kiss, this time on your lips.

"Good. Now, uh, you still have the post-race meeting don't you?" You absentmindedly mess with the collar of his quarter zip jacket that your just now realizing he had on, trying to schedule out the rest of the day in your head.

"Yeah, and to be honest, I don't know how long it's gonna go. I probably won't be back at the hotel until late." His heart fluttered watching you, your face the physical representation of the wheels turning and then shifting in an instant when his words register.

"You mean 'we' won't be back until late." You grin confidently up at him.

"Uh, how would you…" Logan looks at you questioningly as you give one last swipe to his collar and pat him on the chest.

"It's pretty comfy on the floor outside of the meeting room. And I'll have earphones, so I won't hear a thing, even though you guys basically whisper anyway." You turn around to pick up and hand the banana and Gatorade to him again, flicking your eyes at the fruit indicating that you wanted him to take a bite. Now. And he does, aftee breaking off a piece and handing it to you since he knew that you were probably stressing all day and were extremely hungry. Just as you smiled and ate the piece of fruit there was a couple of knocks on the door before Ben entered, announcing his presence, but he stood confused when he just saw you two eating.

"You want some banana?" Logan somehow holds in his laughter as he holds out the fruit to his trainer who looks at both of you before pinching his nose and getting to what he came in for.

"No, thank you…Come on, the meeting is in a few minutes." When both you and Logan start following, Ben stops in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going?" Ben wiggles a finger at you as Logan snakes his hand in yours and you begin to swing the arm of the entwined hand.

"I'll be outside the room. And I've got earphones, so I definitely won't hear everyone's whispers." Your wide, tooth-filled child like smile didn't seem to visibly sway the trainer, but a tip of his head toward the door had you and Logan practically skipping behind him, hands clasped together up until the last possible moment when he disappears behind the meeting room door and you take a seat on the floor, making yourself busy until you can touch your boyfriend again.

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user2 LITTLE LOGAN 🥹😫

>yourusername I KNOW HE WAS SUCH A QT 😍😍

>user2 THE QUEEN ANSWERED I LUV YOU💕

>logansargeant Was? 😔

user3 I'm in love with all of these photos 😍 only Yn can grace us with such great pics of our baby

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

You celebrate Simon's birthday with him. (5,6 k)

AO3 version

"I still don't know why you did this" Simon says, as he looks at Mexican food that you brought about an hour ago; or the almost empty plates right now, it would be more proper to say.

He doesn't like birthdays – at least that's what he told himself, that's better not to celebrate them because why would he? Task Force 141 was his life right now, and with that, he had more important things to do. Like planning missions, strategies, doing research about potential threats, he wasn't an ignorant, after all. He liked being prepared, so he knows what he's going into.

No one prepared him for you, though. He was completely clueless when it was coming to you, he tried to read you, but… it was a blank. He never understood and probably never will, why were you so nice? It was like that since the beginning, when he was a douche to you, and you still were the nicest person he has ever seen.

Nicer than Johnny, since you weren't even trying to talk back to him. That was rare. Mostly, he was receiving an irritated roll of your eyes and a statement that he was mean. Which was true, so he wasn't even arguing with that fact.

With time, your relationship with him became… something more. Something that made Simon care for you, think of you when he was on the mission because he needed a reminder why exactly he needs to come home. And the reason was you; your little smile, when he was showing up at your door, right after they landed. The moment when you picked up the phone, when he needed to hear your voice to check up on you. Constant paranoia about your well-being made him do it because considering the job he had…

You never complained, though. Even if it was a night, even if you were busy, you picked up the phone, making him calm in just seconds.

It spoke volumes, how his demeanor changed – and someone would have to be blind to not notice that because boys from Task Force noticed immediately. His little smiles under his balaclava when he was on his phone (the fact he was on it was odd enough, considering he wasn't the type to use it). His even more stoic behavior, yet, more relaxed in the same time.

The way he was even eager to come home, when usually, he stayed in the base as long as possible because he hated to be in his apartment. Demons were coming out when he was alone, so he was desperate to stay with his people.

Right now, Simon Riley wanted to be around you.

There wasn't even a point in celebrating his birthday, he can't remember the last time he was doing that, but for you? Hell, you invited him over, just for him to see a ton of balloons and birthday shit like that. Simon, confused at first how you know his birthday (probably from Soap), managed to react on this with thumbs up.

And then, you gave him the tightest, warmest hug he received ever, and he melt uncontrollably, as his arms, after a few seconds, wrapped around you too. Usually he was pushing people away, or he didn't even hugged him, but you were different than other people that weren't even a question to him.

"I had to! Everyone needs to celebrate their birthday. Even if it's a small celebration" you smile widely. "Besides, you like Mexican, so it's only fair."

Simon knows you don't like Mexican. At least, not the way he did – your favorite was Italian or Chinese, but you still ordered that. Just because it was his birthday, just because you wanted to make him happy.

"I still don't know if you're happy that I did it." you speak again, and the corner of his mouth twists up. It's amusing in a way.

“I don’t really do birthdays.” he starts to explain, and you might notice how carefully he picks out words, when they usually roll off his tongue so easily. A reminder that he isn’t usually this careful. Mostly, he speaks his mind. "I don't think I deserve one. Yet, I'm grateful to… spend it with you."

You sigh quietly, as your gaze crosses his, and your eyes lock. You wanted to do everything right for him, he was… somehow, he was the closest thing you had to a best friend. Maybe something more. Your heart was skipping a beat every time that you saw him, but you decided it's better to hide it deep down.

You knew that Simon probably would never look at you that way, so it was simply… avoiding the heartbreak, yeah? You liked being his friend, and the confession would possibly destroy everything you both had.

"I know. I know, but you… deserve it. Like, it's being grateful for your birth. And even if you're not grateful, I am." you mutter, as you look away, to observe the world behind the window.

His gaze is locked on you, though. Simon isn’t one for compliments, so he has no response to that. But he appreciates it nonetheless, and he’d never even admit to that (in fear of becoming more vulnerable than he already let himself right now). He manages to let out a sigh.

“I don’t deserve anything.” he says, his gaze drifting to the window too.

It makes you sad, even if you really expected an answer like this – Riley wasn't that much opened, but you know a little details about his life. And what you knew, was… horrifying, you could only guess what he hasn't told you yet.

Sometimes you wondered how he is still alive with that much of baggage, how he is still standing. You reminded him as much as you could about this, that you are proud that he managed to be here with you.

He brushed it off almost every time, but you saw that he was thankful.

"You do. More than you're willing to admit" you bit your lip, looking at him with some kind of… vulnerability. Yet, you quickly look away, as your cheeks blush.

Simon is silent for a moment, staring at his own plate and the pieces of meat and some of the vegetables. He’s more than curious about your blush and the way you avert your eyes as soon as he catches you looking at him.

He doesn't know a thing, but he also doesn't ask. You can't be more glad in this moment because if you would start to explain, you'd slip. And if you'd slip…

You don't even want to think about it.

Simon eats the leftovers, his expression stoic. You can’t read anything about what he might be thinking, even if he's without his balaclava and mask. It was another thing that made your heart flutter – he wasn't wearing it, if it was only the two of you. At first, yes, but after eight months, he entered your apartment without it, not making a big deal about it. So, naturally, you didn't too; but every now and then, you couldn't help but look at his face. Scarred, tired brown eyes scanning everything around him; his poker face was natural at this point.

Your favorite expression was when he was smirking, he seemed like a brand new person with that expression. His blond hair only added to the attractive demeanor, which you tried to ignore, for yours and his sake.

Obviously, you wouldn't admit all of that to him.

You eat leftovers with him in complete silence, as the TV plays in the background on some old episode of Friends - it's something to cheer up the mood, at least you thought that way. You decided to finish and to rush into your room, coming back quick with a little package in hands.

"I know what you're gonna say, you don't celebrate birthdays, but" you clear your throat. "It's… something small. For you."

His curiosity is definitely piqued now, as he raised an eyebrow; without saying anything, Simon reaches forward to take the package from your outstretched hand, and he's excited as hell, you can see it, before he does his best to hide it. You don't know that, but he hasn't received a gift in a long time.

“You really didn’t have to.” he mutters.

"I know. But wanted to." you reply simply.

You sit in front of him, looking how he unwraps his gift, probably wondering what he will get. Your heart thumps in your chest like crazy, but you're trying your best to ignore it, playing with your fingers anxiously.

What if he won't like it? - it comes through your mind.

His present? Special blade with some engravings on it. Something that he wanted a long time ago, and there's some of confetti inside it as well. Confetti from a concert you both were in, three months ago, or even less. He only agreed to go with you, so you wouldn't go alone, as it was at night, but overall, it was a great fun.

He seems speechless for a moment, as he touches gently the engravings on a blade; it seems like he's curious even more, and you were grateful he was appreciating it. Not only because it was hard to find someone who will engrave things you wanted to be here, but you thought he wouldn't like it. And it held so much meaning.

Even if it was a little silly with those skulls.

“This,” he starts off with a small smile on his face, “is incredibly thoughtful of you.”

It feels like your heart skips a beat a few times, and your cheeks are heating up again because of that compliment. It wasn't even a topic to argue over that you wanted the best for Simon, and when he was like this…

God, you were so happy right now. So, so happy.

"I'm happy you like it" you smiled a bit.

“I like it?” Simon chuckles. "I like it, mhm, alright."

You can tell by the expression on his face just how much he likes it. It’s honestly the kind of gift that would make him hug you, if he wouldn't look at the blade.

“I love it, seriously.” he adds after a few seconds.

Simon inspects it more closely now, and can’t help but smile as the memories flood back to him from that concert, as he glances at confetti hidden in the box.

"Mhm." you can't help but grin right now, as you observe him.

A little, deliberate movements, whole attention to that one gift. It was hard to keep it in a secret that you bought him something, this man knew basically everything, even if he wasn't admitting it.

You made yourself happy by accident, as you looked at him.

After a while, as you bite your cheek from inside, you speak again.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" you look at him. "It's your birthday." you add, when you see the hesitation. He was already four hours here, maybe he wanted to go? It was late, so…

“Well…" he muses, looking at you. "Maybe I do want to watch a movie, mhm. I thought you had enough of me, though?” he jokes, as he puts the blade back in its gift wrap and leans back slightly in his chair.

"As I said, it's your birthday. You already had candles, gift, cake and Mexican. Now, it's time for a movie since I'm not tired with you. Pick one" you give him the remote, still smiling, as you set up everything; blanket, pillows.

Everything looks like a little silly construction that you usually built in childhood. Fort, that was nothing but blankets and sheets combined together and chairs supporting it. For the comfort, you had another blanket and pillows to lie on.

Simon doesn't even look surprised by the fact that you have a blanket and pillows ready for the movie. Knowing you little over a year right now, he probably had a feeling you’d have it completely set up, down to the last detail. You’ve never been one to do anything half-assed.

He picks up the remote and looks through the options, picking out some cheesy romance movie. It’s nothing that he’d ever watch on his own time and you know it. He knows knows you’re into these kinds of things, he called you out multiple times, even laughed about it. His main argument was that none of these situations probably ever happened in a real life.

Hell, you once watched Purple Hearts with him, and he was rolling his eyes the entire time. He stopped only because you cried over the plot.

“Hope you like it,” he says, hitting the play button.

You sigh, as you look at him with a small smile on your face.

"You have to like it! Si, come on" you groan, looking at him with amusement. "Like, it's your birthday. And How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days isn't exactly your cup of tea, and I know it." you say, as you indeed make him tea.

One of his favorite ones, though. You always had a ton of these, just in case.

He seemed to appreciate it every time he was in your apartment since he was drinking at least two cups.

“Oh, come on.” he says with a chuckle, grabbing a pillow and lying down. “You made this whole day about me. The least I can do is picking a movie. Besides, it has a really interesting title.”

You can't help but roll your eyes when he makes that statement; you smile, despite that because it really is interesting.

What's more interesting that you've seen this movie over a thousand times, but you're too charmed with his gesture to tell him that.

After a while, you join him in that fort you built, handing him a cup of tea. He hums in response, drinking it, even if it probably burns as hell.

The movie starts. Both of your eyes are trained on the TV, but there’s this tiny, almost imperceptible side-glance at you every so often from Simon's side that you don't notice. You're too mesmerized with the movie, and he seems to be mesmerized with you. Just little glances here and there, before he looks back at the TV, pretending that nothing is really happening. His expression remains stoic, but there’s a tiny little smile on his face at the corner of his mouth.

Every now and then, you can't help but sigh. Old, cheesy romcom has you in your feelings, as you love these movies; it's almost sad to think it doesn't happen. Stolen glances, smiling in right moments, feeling just… right with your person. It's just a romantic movie, yet, it's pretty depressing how Kate Hudson looks at Matthew McConaughey with all the love. Will you be lucky enough to experience that?

Romance like this doesn't happen, as Simon said. It's just something that people want, so they produce movies, to sell it to someone like you. Hopeless romantics, who read a lot of Jane Austen's books.

At least that was what he thought before the movie, before he started looking at you. Trying to ease his emotions because he was close to breaking that calm demeanor of his. Simon is careful, he doesn't want it to make it obvious that he is staring. He's not just noticing your occasional sighs, but the way you keep a small blanket wrapped around yourself. Every little action on your part seems to be adorable.

The thing you catch though, is your best friend lightly leaning onto his elbow just so he can get a bit closer to you. You smile, and you put your head is against his arm, as you wrap yourself in a blanket even more. Your eyes? Still on the screen, but that movement… made your heart skip a beat. Even if you know he doesn't like this type of contact, he doesn't seem to mind.

Yet, if he wouldn't feel comfortable, you were ready to back off.

He seems torned between backing off or making a move; small nudge, even, just something to bring the two of you closer. Maybe involuntary, maybe not, he leans in a few more inches, getting close to you. He even catches a small glimpse of your hair by the end of the movie, playing with it softly, which makes your heart go wild again.

It's like his touch burns your skin to the core. A simple movement, gentle, like he's careful with what he's doing to you. You can't help but wonder if it's something mechanical that he does, or it's something he wants to do. A question lingers on your tongue, but you don't ask it, afraid to ruin the little moment you have right now.

By the end of the movie, Simon is sitting so close to you that he can feel your hair brush against his shoulder. Your skin is hot to the touch, but he's trying not to show how hot you’re making him feel right now. The way you look when you’re comfortable, brings out even more of these little smiles on his face.

You can feel his eyes on you now, but you can also tell your attention is still firmly on the last scene. Still, something about him makes you want to pause it for a second and turn to him.

"Did you like it?" you ask, as your head turns to Simon with a small, tired smile. It's obvious you're on the verge falling asleep, but for some reason, you can't.

And he's the reason. He's the reason because you want him to feel the best at his birthday, like he never did. You want him to remember this vividly, to come back to his memory with a small smile. Whether he is out in public, or alone, reminding himself of that special occasion. You want him to brag about his birthday, about you. To tell people what happened on his birthday, to tell it was special. Even if he was pretty hidden with what he thinks.

“Mhm,” he says without hesitation, his gaze staying on you. “It was… cute.”

You know that he only watched it because he knew you might like it. You're just now realizing how sweeter he is than he likes to admit to, and it managed to bring out even a bigger smile on your face.

It was cute. What an opinion, honestly.

You see his eyes look at you, the gaze lingering a bit longer than it usually does and you feel that same old heat against your skin. His expression softens.

"Cute. It's a romcom, you know. I never thought you'd like it, after Purple Hearts" you tease him, observing his face. Your fingers are delicate against his jaw, as you caress it with your thumb. Bold movement, so to speak, but it feels just right, even if he would push you away, or move awkwardly.

"Purple Hearts was a pain in the ass, that's different" he manages to mumble, as his eyes are still locked with yours. "Doesn't even describe military right."

"Uh-huh. A hater."

"I'd say, a truther." he shrugged, his arm around you.

Silence lasts for a few seconds, before you speak again. Your voice is shy, you don't even know how he will react, but… a risk is worth it all, if it means that he will agree.

"You could stay. The night. I know I'm asking for much, but…"

“I could,” he answers almost immediately, just as softly as you do, and he notices your lip for a moment. He seems like he wants to ask you why you'd bite your lip like that, but he can't get a single word out. “It's not too much,” is all he manages, finally.

You can't help another smile that forms on your lips.

"I'm glad." you whisper, looking into his eyes.

It's… intimate from this angle, as you look at his lips next. Your gaze lingers a bit too long here, you realize, as Simon clears his throat, and you look away, trying to keep calm.

"So, I'll be… in a guest room, I guess? Do you have one?" he asks; his voice drops an octave, and your throat is suddenly dry, as you hear it. It feels like he's flirting, but you can't be sure.

"Well… I don't. But I have my bed and a couch that's very comfortable." you mutter, as you bring yourself closer to him.

"I see." he says, as his arms wraps around you tighter.

You hear him inhale softly, like he's feeling content; and you feel like this too. The feeling of him moving closer is so intense that you might end up melting right now. That thought doesn’t deter you because you’re in his arms now, and nothing else matters. Not when a man like him, secretive one, known for his stoic self, hugs you.

The next thing he does is burying his face into your hair, and with all you willpower, you try not to scream from happiness, actually. Is this really happening? It feels like nothing but a dream, he was never like that. Never so… affectionate.

"Did you like it? Your birthday." you ask, quietly, like you're afraid of ruining that moment between you two if you'd spoken any louder. "I have to know what to do in next year."

He gives you an amused look.

“I’m not thinking about that right now,” is all he says before kissing your head. It's a simple, kind gesture, probably not meaning anything, but it makes your whole night a lot better. Happy with the outcome, you sigh, content.

"Okay. Later, then" you close your eyes, wrapping the blanket more around you two, making the whole thing even more comfortable.

You feel Simon move a bit, one of his hands on your waist now, his leg slightly touching yours. This close to you, he can feel the heat of your body against his own, it's so warm. Is it feelings, or just the body heat? You can't think properly in conditions like this, when you can feel his breath against your skin, his eyes shut just like yours.

You’re too perfect right now. He’s too perfect right now.

“You’re comfortable. Right?” he asks, his tone low. It seems like he wants her opinion on things, even as simple as this touch, and it makes your heart skip a beat. Again.

Feels embarrassing at this point.

"I am, yeah." you whisper.

Feeling like you can cross another boundary you both set, your hand slides up to his back, and you start slowly caress it. Slowly, where it's all about his comfort and making him feel like he's the most important person; because he was. His scent makes you dizzy, but at the same time, it feels like coming home.

Loving one, where someone greets you every time you're back from work. Safe one, where you know you can feel like nothing is a threat, where everything is just right. Comfortable one, where you know you will rest because people here make you smile. And that pretty much was Simon Riley, even if you never said half of it to him, scared what he might think.

Did he ever felt the half of things you did? You can't help but wonder right now, as he hums under his breath, when you caress his back. It's a song from the radio, you can tell, the one that got popular so recently, but you can't tell the title. All you know is that irritate the shit out of him, and he was telling you about it on a daily basis.

Yet, he was musing it under his breath. It was quite amusing to you.

“You’re so warm,” he says. “And you're so soft, how the hell is that even possible?" he groans, his nose against your neck, as he leans a bit.

It feels like you might pass out right now with that movement of his. It takes everything in you to not bring him even closer, or to lie down on him.

Your hand on his back brings a tiny shiver to his spine, and he bites his lip as he lets out a small groan. “God.”

"Skincare. That's the main thing" you giggle.

"Skincare? That's all?" he lets out a huff.

"Pretty much, yeah."

Gears in your head slowly works, as you suddenly get up, excited. Simon seems to notice that because you both speak in one moment.

"No." and "We should get one right now."

You frown.

"Come on, Si." you nudge him. "I have to wash my face anyway, so you're just a good… addition to it. Besides, you could really use it."

"Should I be offended by that?"

"Should you?" you grin widely, as you take his hand, moving to your bathroom right now. Even if he doesn't seem to be so eager to do it, he doesn't protest, so it's a win, you think.

Your bathroom is pretty basic, but cozy in a way, if someone would pay more attention to the details than furniture. Baby blue rug, bathroom cabinet in the same color, even pot with your little plant that Simon bought you a while ago had that color tone. Your mirror, with little led lamps around it is on half of your wall, which causes your guest to mumble something under his breath, but you don't catch that.

You're focused more on putting a pink headband on you, then, on him, to keep hair off your faces before you will teach Simon how to do skincare. It's a funny thing, you think, especially when he rolls his eyes at you, but says nothing, when you guide him. First, you take off your makeup carefully, while he watches the whole process, still not saying anything. It makes you shiver a bit, considering his look is almost a piercing one, like he can see through you.

He probably has the power to do that, considering how well he knows you after all these times you were around him. And, he's extremely intelligent, so it only adds to the picture.

After your makeup is gone, you can start teaching. First step of skincare, cleansing, obviously, so you explain to him how it works – and he's more than confused why he can't just wash his face with water.

Technically, he could, but you want him to have the whole experience, so you tell him to shut up and listen.

His moves with foaming cleanser are more than amusing; you suppress a laugh because he's rough. Like it's automatic, like his hands are some kind of sandpaper, and he needs to be like this in order to succeed. He washes it with warm water, just like you, and he tries to keep up, while you apply a toner on him with delicate manner.

"You can do it like this. It's all about delicacy, enjoyment" you say, while his calloused fingers are distributing toner on you. You try not to shiver because that feeling is just everything you really needed right now.

"Who enjoys putting things on their face?" he muses under his breath, as he looks at your skin, then, right into your eyes. "You're weird for that."

"Uh huh. You say that right now, and when you're gonna wake up with pretty face, you're gonna thank me." you point at him, while you're searching for some serums, before presenting it to him carefully. "Which one?"

He raises his eyebrow for a second; he fucking reads all that is written on the packages. A comforting silence sets between you two, as he occupied himself for a second. You are trying to pick a moisturizer on the other hand, as you know his skin will probably need it. With his job, being almost constantly deployed, he didn't care about his face and its condition. So, you had to make it the best experience he had with things like this because maybe, just maybe, he would do it on his own.

Or he would do it with you when he was in your apartment. It would be a win anyway for you.

"Vitamin C sounds good" he looks at you finally, handing the little bottle to you, when you smile widely. "What?"

"Nothing. Just happy you're into it, I guess." you shrug, trying to appear as it's not a big deal, but it is.

You're on a cloud nine that 6'4 giant is doing it all with you. A ritual before bed, something that you always done yourself, texting with him during it, or sending funny photos that he always liked to see.

Now, he could experience those silly faces, when you were sticking out your tongue to him, and he was pinching you, laughing with you. Genuinely laughing, which made your heart flutter, because that sound coming from Simon Riley was like the most beautiful melody in the whole world. Pure, throaty, calming.

Every time he laughed, you were falling in love with him all over again. You simply can't help it because this man pushes your boundaries. He does unthinkable to your mind, while you're trying to keep it at peace.

"If you're gonna tell someone, I'll kill you" he starts, when you both put moistruizer over each other faces "but I enjoyed that. Even if it's consuming a lot of fuckin' time."

You grin.

"So, you want to have a pretty face, after all."

He lets out a huff.

"Who doesn't? People just don't say this openly."

You spend time with him in a bathroom for a while, talking about some things, until you both decide it's time to go to bed, as it's far past two in the morning. The problem is, even if you want to sleep, you want to talk to him still. You want to have him as close as you possibly can, without having to say it because it would be… embarrassing? That's probably the right word.

There's also the funny thing, funny question – where he will sleep, and when normally you'd offer him the couch, you feel it would be wrong now. You drag him into your room while Simon looks at you with a little confusion in his eyes. You decide to not speak first, as you think you might break and do something stupid.

It would ruin everything, you think.

He stops though, and it causes you to stop too.

It's hard to notice him in that dim light, but what you can definitely see? His brown eyes, now glimmering like the most beautiful gems in the world, locked with yours. There's many unspoken words between you two, and you can only guess what he wants to say.

But you know what you want to say.

I like you.

I always liked you, more than a friend.

I want to kiss you. I want to hold you, and I want for you to hold me. I want to take care of you, show you that love exists in real life.

Nothing comes out of your mouth, though. You're silent as a mouse, and so is he, when his hand reaches out to your jaw. His thumb traces your bones so carefully, like they're about to break if he would be any rougher. You melt into that touch, sighing softly.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks you, and when you nod, your heart heavy what he's going to tell you, he bites his cheek from inside. “Will you stay?”

You raise your eyebrow.

"Stay, as…?"

You want precision. You want him to speak up because you don't want to misread anything, you don't want to get your hope up.

Simon is silent for a moment, his eyes closing a bit as he tries to think about how he wants to word it.

“This night, being with you, I… only feel like this with you. Always.” he starts. “It’s weird for me. I don’t know how you do it.” He opens his eyes again. “I feel safe with you. And, I want you to stay here. In my life. ”

You feel all the air rush out of your body upon hearing his words. The feeling is sudden, the weight on your chest all but disappearing. It's something you can’t quite describe because you didn’t expect to feel that way tonight. Not this… all softy, lovey-dovey. Yet he's here, saying all these things.

Your heart skips a beat.

"I know I'm difficult. Those motherfuckers are saying it to me on daily basis" he snorts, shaking his head softly. "Yet, I want to be difficult around you."

"Then be" you whisper to him, as you boldly wrap your arms around his neck. Shyly, like he's about to back off, but he doesn't do that. Instead, he brings you closer, his hands on your hips right now. It's dizzy feeling. "Be difficult around me. And I'll be difficult around you."

It makes him laugh for a moment, as his forehead lightly touches yours. He has to bend down a little, as the height difference is huge, but that doesn't stop him.

"You're anything, but difficult, love, but I get the meaning" he nods.

A moment of silence passes between you two.

"For the first time in a while… I feel like I want something more from the world. That I need something more." he leans more onto you. "And that's on you."

And then, he kisses you, and it feels like a million butterflies rises in your stomach. His hand moves to the small of your back, which makes you smile wider against his lips.

For the first time, everything feels right.

For the first time, you kiss Simon Riley.

For the first time, you feel like everything will be okay.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod x reader #mw2 #romance #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x you #ghost call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley fluff #ghost #ghost mw2

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youngpettyqueen · 1 month

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Julian and Keiko headcanons because Keiko gets sidelined so much and deserves the world and I wish we got to see them interact more

when they get stumped on their respective projects, they'll do late night work sessions together and bounce their research off each other to see if the other can help them figure out where the problem is. they'll do this in person when theyre both on the station, but also over call if one of them is away, and after the O'Briens move back to Earth

they edit each other's papers (Keiko marvels at Julian's ability to spell out complex chemical compounds with his eyes closed, and somehow use 'their' instead of 'there') (in his defense he wrote that bit at 4 in the morning after going 2 straight days without sleep) (she threatens to sedate him)

Julian sometimes brings back plants from planets they explore in the Gamma Quadrant and gives them to Keiko. sometimes he does it because the plant has medicinal properties and the two of them can do a joint research project, but most of the time he does it just to give her a nice gift

when Miles goes away for particularly dangerous missions, Julian will keep Keiko company and help keep her mind off of it. sometimes she has trouble sleeping because shes so worried, so he'll hang around and start rambling on about whatever he's currently working on until she falls asleep. he jokes he's boring her to sleep, but it actually means a lot to her

they have a weekly tea date. this is their prime gossip time. sometimes Jadzia is invited

when Keiko's mad at Miles she'll rant to Julian about it. Julian learned very quickly that this is not a time where advice is wanted, so he sits back and lets her get it all off her chest, because she really just wants someone to listen and let her blow off some steam

Julian makes a concentrated effort to learn more about plant husbandry and care after the incident where he accidentally killed some of Keiko's prized plants because he actually does feel very bad about it

Julian hovered over Keiko nearly as bad as Miles did when she was pregnant with Kirayoshi (and then he hovered over her even more after the pregnancy transfer, and he wouldnt tell anybody why, but Keiko knew it was because nearly losing her shook him up pretty bad)

when Julian gets outed for being augmented, Keiko goes to him and gives him the tightest, warmest hug he's ever gotten in his entire life

Julian gets invited to girls nights with Keiko and Molly (steady surgeon's hands make him the best one to paint nails) (he pretends to complain but he loves it)

anytime Julian has to go away for a scientific conference of any kind, if he gets to bring someone with him, his first choice is always Keiko

in short: theyre besties they told me so themselves <3

#star trek: ds9 #julian bashir #keiko o'brien #seriously theyre both scientists you can do so much with JUST that #you cant tell me they havent helped each other reach breakthroughs in their research #Keiko brings Julian a couple plants that can be used to help make a vaccine because she read his research and recognized what he needed #Julian gets so excited he picks Keiko up and spins her around and calls her a genius and kisses her on the cheek #another time Julian is reading through Keiko's research on an endangered tree shes trying to keep alive and struggling #and he realizes he can synthesize something in his lab that will help #and Keiko hugs him so hard she nearly takes him to the floor #I know in my heart theyre besties #well. im an O'Brien polycule truther but I wanted to focus on Keiko #because Keiko doesnt get enough love

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toastnpretzels · 2 months

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home

relationships: crosshair x reader

masterlist

word count: 733

warnings: angsty, fluff, there's an unexplained relationship between the reader and crosshair, kinda left it up to interpretation whether you think they were together before or if it was just them having feelings for each other.

season 3 episode 4 spoilers

author's note: i have not posted a fic in so long. ive been so busy but that doesnt matter. the new episode had me feeling some type of way so here you go. its kinda short but i didnt want to expand without seeing hunter and wrecker's reaction to crosshair being back.

thank you for any support whether its likes, reblogs, or comments <3

“I had help.”

The last few months had been terrible. From losing Tech and then losing Omega to the empire. Spending everyday looking for her with no success. Nothing was ok. All of us were miserable. Our family was being torn apart and there was nothing we could do about it. It couldn’t have gotten any worse.

Getting the comm from Omega was one of the best things to ever happen to us, but seeing her running down from the ship was even better. Embracing her, knowing she was safe, felt better than anything had. Things were starting to feel right again. All it took was one hug from Omega.

But then he walked off the cargo ship and everything in my body froze. He looked so different. He had been gone for so long that I thought the feelings had disappeared. Seeing him there, I knew they never were.

I forgot what it was like to be near him. I forgot how my heart sped up and how my head felt dizzy. I forgot how he smelled and how warm he was. I forgot how much I loved him.

After Kaller, nothing was ever the same. He wasn’t the same. The chip had changed him. The Empire had changed him.

He let us go on Kamino. The same day you had told him you loved him. On the platform before we left, with tears in my eyes. I told him I loved him.

“You shouldn’t.”

“Crosshair, please,” you whispered. He could hear the way your voice was breaking. You couldn’t lose him again.

When he didn’t say anything, you turned to walk away. Typical Crosshair to not say anything. He grabbed your wrist as you started walking.

“I love you.”

You stared at him. Your tears threatened to spill out from his confession.

“But I can’t come with you. You deserve better. This is where I want to be. With the Empire.”

I should have dragged him to the ship. I should have done more. But what more could you do when he didn’t want to be there. He wanted to be with the Empire.

Why couldn’t he have just came with you that day?

No one moved. Everyone was just as shocked to see him. No one knew what he was going to do, how he was going to react. He had tried to kill us before, but he had also let us go. No one trusted him anymore. You chose to remember how he had let us go.

You were the first one to move. Slowly, I stepped out from behind Wrecker. Every step I took towards him was filled with anxiety. It had been too long.

He doesn’t want to see me.

Is he still him?

Why did he come then?

Why would he still be here if he didn’t want to be?

You stopped a few feet in front of him. I could see how tired he looked from where I was standing. I couldn’t stand seeing him like this. It hurt so much. He had been through so much since Kamino.

What did they do to him?

I couldn’t stand there anymore. I ran the few feet that were left in between us. I wasn’t sure if he would push me away. As I got close to him, I fell right into his arms. I didn’t realize just how much I had missed him until this moment. He wrapped his arms around me in the tightest embrace I’ve ever had. It had been too long since I had felt him. He was safe. He was here.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered after a few minutes, so quietly that you barely heard it.

I looked up at him. He had tears that were threatening to spill over. Your heart broke at the look on his face.

“Shh. Not now. Just let me hold you.”

You stood there for what felt like an eternity just holding each other. Quiet tears were spiling from both of your eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered into your hair. His arms tightened around you again, as if he was afraid you would disappear.

It would be hard to forgive. Hard for everyone, not just you. So much had happened. But for now, all that mattered was that him and Omega were safe. Omega was home. Crosshair was home.

“I love you too.”

#crosshair x reader #crosshair imagine #the clone wars imagine #star wars imagine #clone force 99 #clone x reader #the bad batch #bad batch #crosshair tbb #the bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch imagine #star wars the bad batch

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deadbydangit · 9 months

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Reader who was the killers wife/fiance before the realm? They were looking for killer for months after they were taken, and now they have to be a survior with their killer partner forced to hunt them, even after all the mental anguish of trying to find them after they went missing :((

This with Ghostface, Trickster, Wesker, Knight, and Artist possibly?

You can choose if Reader knew of some of the killers real selves. I'd imagine at least for a few of them (like Danny or Knight), they did.

Thank you! 💗

Aww. That's so sweet. I think I can do that. Sorry if it's a bit sad. Please enjoy.

With a Reader who was married to the Killer in a previous life.

Ghostface, Trickster, Mastermind, Knight, Artist

Ghostface

He's stalking you.

You're totally unaware.

Until he catches your eye.

No... It can't be...

His heart stops

You're alive.

With shaking hands, he approaches you.

Dropping his knife.

"S/O?"

He's so afraid this isn't real.

He's missed you so much.

With the mask, you won't know it was him.

You've just seen the masked person running around and killing others.

Obviously you're frightened.

Danny realizes this, and throws off his mask.

He's been crying.

You started crying.

He pulled you into his arms in the tightest embrace.

Until the thought hits him.

He's going to have to kill you.

So while you're blubbering affection.

He's thinking about how he's going to have to hurt the love of his life.

You'd understand...right?

Trickster

Ah, another survivor hiding in a locker.

His favorite.

Watching their look of horror as the claw to hold onto the back.

He throws up the door to see a pair of horrified eyes.

Eyes he knew.

Your eyes.

Sinking to his knees and trembling, he reaches to touch you.

Was this a trick the Entity was playing on him?

Were you real?

You were!

Ji-Woon will yank you out of the locker and pull you into him.

He's missed you so much.

"My darling!"

You know that voice!

He was estatic.

He could finally see his one true love again.

The only person he had ever loved.

But then it hit him.

But he'd also have to kill you.

He'll explain the situation tearfully.

Understand that he doesn't want to do this.

He's forced to.

So, please, run.

Mastermind

He must be seeing things.

It couldn't be you.

You were back home.

Safe and unharmed.

Rushing in, he grabbed you by the throat.

Listening to those sounds.

Those little cries.

It was you!

He immediately dropped you onto your feet before enveloping you in a hug.

"Dearthart. I'm so sorry. I wasn't aware it was you."

Wesker won't cry.

But it looks like he will.

"My love, I'm so sorry. Why are you here? You don't deserve this."

He won't let anything happen to you.

He's a smart man.

He knows the Entity will have him try to kill you.

But that won't happen.

That damned beast could torture him however it wants.

It won't lay a tentacle on you.

Ever.

He'd die for you.

"I'll protect you. Forever."

Knight

Tarhos is always very focused in trials.

So much so that he doesn't realize who he's going after.

It was Durkos who first noticed that it looked like you.

No, it couldn't be you.

Tarhos had missed you dearly.

He would never say love, but he did.

He adored you.

His men knew that all too well.

As Tarhos spotted a survivor working on a generator, he grinned.

Finally.

Raising her sword above his head to stroke down, he saw a pair of eyes.

Eyes he knew.

Looking at you shaking like a mouse.

He promised himself that he'd never hurt you, never make you afraid of him.

And that promise was crashing down.

Throwing off his helmet, he bent down to your height, cradling you in his arms.

"Forgive me dearest."

Wiping the tears from your eyes with his blood stained gloves.

He was a monster.

But he was a monster that would protect you.

The Entity could kill him for all he cared about.

He wouldn't lay a finger on you.

Artist

She doesn't see as well as she used to.

The ink and anger clouds her vision.

But she knows it's you.

She was slow to approach.

Unlike some other killers, she didn't retain many of her human features.

She knew she was a monster.

But it was worth a shot.

You knew it was her.

That ever present curious look that was in Carmina's eyes.

She leaned in closer to you.

She could no longer speak, she could no longer hold you.

And, eventually, she'd have to kill you.

The thought made her ill.

As you approached, she slashed at the air next to you.

She wanted you to hate her.

To run and scream.

To be afraid.

She wouldn't be able to show you mercy.

It would be easier if you hated her.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd trickster #dbd artist #dbd knight #dbd mastermind

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weasleyreidstyles · 3 months

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Serendipity

chapter twelve

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): none

series masterlist; previous part; next part

The rest of March passed by at an excruciating pace. True to his word, Harry had essentially isolated you from everyone you held dear. He glared at you in the corridors when you passed by and you felt the familiar gutting feeling of guilt every single time. Especially when Ron had finally been released from the Hospital Wing.

You found out that Ron was finally out through Neville Longbottom, who had asked if you'd spoken to Ron since he'd returned. He looked surprised by your confused face and told you that he would be officially out after lunch that day. Not even Hermione had come to find you, not that you were entirely surprised. You had made your way towards the ward with Pansy's elbow crooked in your own, for stability, when the trio and Ginny exited the double oak doors.

The look that Harry gave you was gutting, but the look of utter betrayal on Ron's face made your heart stutter in your chest.

"Ron-" you begin, but he cuts you off before you can even begin to explain yourself.

"Don't." he spat, voice raspy from sleep. "Harry told us what you obviously weren't ever going to."

You inhaled harshly, the arm looped with Pansy's tightening imperceptibly. "Let me explain, please."

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses, Meadow." the way he said your name was so foreign to you. "How could you fuck the enemy? Seriously, you know who his father is."

He's not his father! You wanted to scream; to shout to the rooftops. But words had evaded you. Tears filled your eyes immediately and you barely hear as Pansy shouts at him, no qualms for the fact that he had only recently recovered from being poisoned by her friends.

Hermione and Ginny barely spare the two of you a glance as they push the two pissed off boys away and down the corridor, the sound of Hermione defending you and chastising Ron for his cruelty is merely a whisper to you.

Pansy puts a hand on your forearm, thumb tracing soft circles. She breathes your name so delicately that you're surprised you even hear it. "Meadow? They're gone."

Your breath hitches minutely and your lip trembles as the tears that had been collecting in your eyes, finally fall.

"Oh, honey." she murmurs before pulling you into the tightest hug ever. "It's okay." she says over and over as she comforts you. "If they can't see how extraordinary you are, then they didn't deserve your friendship in the first place."

You only sob harder.

"Let's go to my dorm, yeah." she says. "Have a girl's day, just us two?"

You nod once and allow her to guide you down to the dungeons, both of you ignoring the circle of your friends in one corner of the Slytherin common room, who look at the two of your passing figures in bewilderment.

You spent a whole weekend with Pansy. But the hole in your chest never seemed to go away, no matter how much the two of you gossiped and laughed.

~∞~

True to his word, Mattheo tried to help in his own way, by providing ample distraction in the form of siphon training. He had told you that his friends were willing to help you, too. It was the least they could do, he had said. And thank Merlin that they were so willing.

You had finally mastered effectively drawing an adequate amount of power from random magical objects that Mattheo would spell, but you couldn't fight the dizzying feeling that overtook you each time you succeeded.

One day, he came to you in the library, Blaise in tow.

"Hi boys." you say with a small smile, but Mattheo could tell that you were hiding your emotions from them – Harry, Ron and Hermione were only sitting a few bookshelves away from you and you had never felt more alone.

"Hello, love." Mattheo mumbled as he pressed a featherlight kiss to your cheek, taking the seat beside you and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before his hand rested on the top of your thigh. He watched as your pretty eyes brightened almost instantly, but the faint sound of Ron's guffawing laughter made them dim as if the light had never been present in the first place. His hand squeezed your thigh affectionately.

Blaise took the seat opposite the two of you and having grown used to the two of you acting 'disgustingly coupley' over the course of the month, he didn't react to Mattheo's blatent concern. You noticed that he toyed with some sort of spherical object as he made himself comfortable.

"What's that, Blaise?" you ask, and he holds it up so you can see a transparent glass sphere that was barely the size of a golf ball. You tilt your head curiously.

"It's a conduit." he says, dark brown eyes tracing the smooth edges with precision. "When you siphon from anything with a form of magic imbedded within it, like the ground or a person, you can transfer it into this and it will hopefully take on the strain of the power, while also giving you access to it."

"So in simpler terms," Mattheo says, hand stroking up your thigh lightly, "you'll be able to do what you've been successfully practicing without worrying about passing out. In theory."

"What do you mean 'in theory'?" you ask, turning to Mattheo, who looks contemplatively at the conduit in Blaise's hand.

"Well there's no information about it helping a siphoner. Only that wizards use them to trap an extra bit of their magic in, just in case their magical core is compromised."

Like a horcrux. You thought to yourself, not noticing the way Mattheo imperceptibly tenses. He had a constant foothold in your mind, because it brought you comfort. But he could hear every one of your thoughts.

"So we – well actually Theo – thought that it would work in the same way." He hesitated to mention that Theo had had a hand in helping you. You still had not spoken to him. Not since you found out about his obvious involvement in poisoning Ron. You hadn't so much as uttered a word to him: not when you're in class and certainly not during patrols. "He just wants to help."

"Right." you hummed, "Well hopefully it does. I don't particularly feel like passing out today."

Blaise and Mattheo exchanged a look that you failed to miss. You huffed.

"Thank you Blaise." you say, and through gritted teeth, you ask him to thank Theo too.

~∞~

By the time April had come around, you had made peace with the fact that your friendships with the Golden trio and company were well and truly over. Your time was spent with the Slytherin group in their common room, instead. You wondered how you'd gone so long without fully knowing the whole group (you knew it was because you couldn't think of anything worse than jeopardising your existing friendships at the time of getting to know Theo and Pansy last year). Being around them filled a void that you didn't know existed in the depths of your very being.

Blaise shared your affinity towards muggle literature (he was currently reading the Great Gatsby and the two of you found immense joy when raving about eachother's annotations and perspectives).

Enzo was one of the funniest people you'd ever met and both of you enjoyed pissing Draco off to the maximum. He was also very sweet and caring under his nonchalant exterior but his wit was sharp as a knife – your twin snark was received abysmally from everyone else.

Draco was a little harder to get along with, considering the hatred he harboured for Harry, but he was, perhaps, the most sympathetic with you (besides Pansy, Theo and Mattheo) over your lost friendships.

These people were the only ones who did not outcast you, because they understood you – even your own housemates saw how you had become distanced from your old friends and they began to grow weary of who kept you company instead.

You were a group of pariahs, a wide berth always separating you from the rest of the student body.

You couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You finally talked to Theo and he apologised profusely for his part in Ron's hospitalisation, as did Enzo and even Draco. But like Mattheo, they seemed to find great difficulty in explaining themselves to you, clutching at where their hearts were as he spoke, as if it was trying to claw its way from each of their chests.

That's how you figured out the Unbreakable Vow that came hand in hand with the Dark Marks marring their left forearms. Mattheo, Theo, Enzo and Draco could not utter a word of what they were tasked to do, otherwise they would die a slow and painful death. It gave you even more incentive to get them out somehow. It would be difficult, but you'd never stop trying.

The conduit that Blaise had given to you, lay against your collarbone on a dainty chain of sterling silver, gifted by Pansy. It had developed whorls of varying shapes and sizes as you practiced siphoning day after day and you could feel the hum of power within it. It would only be released upon you shattering the glass. You were gaining control with each practiced session.

You were sat with Mattheo in a quiet corner of the Slytherin common room, focusing on a box of marbles that he had charmed individually for you to practice. The hum of your magic was faint, but the indigo glow was bright and pulsing as invisible hands sifted through the glassy orbs collecting the surges of magic with each stroke, reflecting rainbows of colour across your faces.

He had thought of this idea one evening while you laughed with Enzo at Draco's expense. He had been admiring the way your head tilted back as you heartily laughed, the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders and over his hoodie that you donned, how your eyes sparkled under the low light of the common room. He thought it was possibly the most ethereal sound he'd ever been blessed to hear.

Mattheo began with small objects. Putting a little bit of his magic into them for you to siphon out. Your magical cores mingled and danced around eachother every time you did so successfully and your conduit would glow with a symphony of colour before it would extinguish until the next time you channelled the combined power into it. He found you extraordinary.

He knew he was treading on dangerous waters. He should've never let this thing – this beautiful thing between the two of you – get as far as it had. He should not have been the cause for your broken friendships. But he couldn't help it. He was addicted to you in all senses of the word.

He couldn't get enough. And maybe that made him selfish. But everything he did in this life was for his friends, his family. So he wanted to be selfish, just this once.

Because Mattheo Riddle was in love with you.

You had integrated into his found family with ease. He protects his family. So he would protect you, too. You had lost your old friendships, but new ones had formed. Fresh, pure and innocent.

But war has a funny way of sullying the beautiful things in life. It's only a matter of time before it's ravenous claws ripped through his brief moment of peace.

~∞~

i don't really like this chapter because of all the time jumps but i needed to speed through the timeline a bit lol

and it was mean tto be slightly more fluffy than the last few, but it seems that i just can't resist writing angst.

thankyou for all the love on chapter eleven though, it means so much 🥹🫶🏼🫶🏼

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abibliophobiaa · 11 months

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For the Steve thing

“Cheerleader”

18+

steddie x afab!reader (1.6k words)

All it took was a trip to the Upside Down, a battle with impending death, Hopper working his magic to get Eddie’s name out of the public eye for murders he hadn’t committed, and a few weeks where Eddie spent nearly every hour studying with yours and Steve’s help (once well enough) to end up here.

Here, where you sit beside Steve and the kids, watching as students in a sea of green caps and gowns eagerly anticipate their names being called. One good thing in what seemed to be an endless whirlwind of chaos these past few months.

Photos of students lost are erected against the curtains lining the back wall. Bright and smiling faces of lives lost too soon. Further in the crowd you manage to stumble on Nancy and Robin’s smiling faces. Pass them a quick wave when they meet your gaze. And there, in the middle of them all, is none other than Eddie Munson, with a huge grin plastered on his lips, looking over at the two of you with a sticky fondness that still feels so new—so unexpected and treasured all the same.

You listen, your hand curled around Steve’s, as one by one students are accounted for. Walking across the stage where they meet and shake hands with the principal, before sliding their tassel to the other side of their caps. Officially graduated, officially ready to get the hell out of Hawkins High.

Then finally at last, Eddie’s name is called through the microphone, and your boyfriend of a few months saunters along the stage. You know exactly what he’s going to do even before he grabs that parcel from Higgins, and Steve’s dragging you upward onto your feet with the kids so you can scream, shout and make a ruckus deserving of Eddie Munson himself when the curly headed metal head raises his middle finger in the air for a big final “fuck you” to Hawkins High.

Eddie finds the two of you near Steve’s BMW later, arms outstretched, green gown now parted to reveal his clothing beneath. Nearly strangles the both of you in the tightest of hugs, pressing you both flush into the side of the vehicle, laughing brightly. “Didn’t know I had not one, but two cheerleaders out there in the crowd today.”

You shove at his ribs lightly, and he dips down to kiss you. “We told you we’d be there.”

“Hey, big boy,” he drawls, turning to press a teasing kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth, before Steve’s gripping the front of Eddie’s Hellfire tee and kissing him soundly.

He pulls back, eyes glinting. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“We have a full day ahead of us,” you say, clapping Steve on the back to remind him of where you intended the rest of the evening to go. “You take the front seat, Ed.”

After that it’s a trio date at the local diner with a shared basket of cheesy fries between the three of you. Giggly kisses in Steve’s car between stop lights, fingers roaming against skin, utterances of what you’ll do to each other later. It’s cheap beer that you and Steve managed to sneak past the bored-looking worker at the local supermarket.

Later, it’s Steve and Eddie sprawling out on Steve’s bed—his parents gone for the week, as always—and Steve’s head resting over Eddie’s chest as they watch a movie. It’s slipping out from beneath Eddie’s other arm to enter into the bathroom down the hall and change into the fun little set you’d stumbled upon while shopping with Nancy and Robin. After many horrified, nervous giggles on your part, and encouraging whoops and whistles when you later tried it on for them, you’d purchased them with the intention of this day in mind.

Grinning to yourself, you slide the ratty tee you’d borrowed from Steve over your newly dressed form and snatch Eddie’s graduation cap from the bathroom floor where he’d discarded the rest of his things into a bag for the night.

And maybe your palms start to sweat, your heart starts to race, and you question every decision that has led you to this very moment, with these boys, in this room. But Eddie’s head whips your way when you slip into the bedroom at last, Steve’s shifting away from your shared boyfriend’s chest to utter a breathless curse, and those fears dissipate in an instant.

It’s replaced only by the feeling of exhilaration, of excitement as you clamber over onto the bed and slot your knees on the free side of Eddie’s hips. He blows out a whistle as those dark eyes rake your form, as he tosses the silly cap into the farthest corner of the room, as ringed fingers skirt up along your bare thigh, pushing the material of your shirt higher against your hip, revealing the emerald green lace beneath.

Now he’s cursing. Whining as thick digits brush along the fabric, gliding along the plush of your inner thigh, sweeping up to toy with your clit, thumb rubbing a slow circle into the wetness visible there, eradicating all coherent thoughts from your mind.

He’s pushing the lace to the side a moment later, your own lips catching Steve’s as he rises to his knees to kiss you, swallowing your moan as Eddie’s finger slides in, teases at that place within you that has your knees wobbling against the bed.

They're both everywhere. Eddie's fingers inside you, Steve's tongue tangling with yours, blood rushing low in your belly, stoking those brimming flames, tempting them higher--to burn brighter. And you'll fall into them willingly every time, no question, no hesitation.

Eddie watches you both. Breath hitching, chest rising and falling swiftly. His free hand tugs you fully down and onto his lap, rocking you down over him where he’s hot and hard and ready.

You know it would only take two words, a plea for him to fuck you, to have him shove you over onto your back, push your panties aside, and push inside you.

But that’s not the goal of tonight. Fingers curling around his forearm to stop him, you whisper, “Eddie, this night is about you.”

“Wha—”

Before he can say another word, your fingers are pushing up the hemline of his shirt. He helps you slip it up and over his head, your palms dropping down to glide along either sides of his waist as Steve starts to press kiss after kiss to Eddie’s lips, the curve of his jaw, the column of his throat.

And you get to work, marking a path down his abdomen with your lips, teeth teasing at the bump of his stomach, tongue laving along the happy trail that slips down into his jeans. Fingers swiftly unbutton his pants, his hips shifting upward as you hastily drag them down his thighs. Your mouth immediately drops back down to his skin, teasing and tasting flesh. The sensitive skin of his hips, a nip to the extra fat there, the delicate skin of his balls. One palm cups him gently, lips and tongue alternating between licking and sucking that velvety smooth flesh until he’s a whimpering mass of man, cursing against the curve of Steve’s throat.

You’re mindful to save his cock for last, waiting until he’s bucking up against the mattress into open air to finally, blessedly, wonderfully grasp him in hand. A thumb runs over his leaking tip, drawing an elongated sigh out of the man practically quivering beneath you.

Your eyes meet Steve’s, a dark desire filling his stare, and he’s rising to join you at the edge of the bed.

Eddie’s fingers clutch at the bedsheets as you lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock, holding his stare the whole time.

“Hey, Stevie?” You hum, peering up on your right, bottom lip jutting out into the smallest of pouts. “Think you can help me out here?”

The two of you take your time with it. Lips along both sides of his cock, licking, tasting, relishing. Telling him how good he tastes, how you both love his cock. Listening as Eddie gasps and groans beneath, gentle praises of how beautiful you both are, how fuckin’ lucky he is, cries of ‘like that,’ ‘keep doing that,’ whimpers of ‘gonna come.’

And you’re swallowing him down, taking everything he can give you, gliding your tongue over Steve’s when he pulls you over to lay back on the king size bed as Eddie catches his breath, sharing salty kisses that taste of Eddie. Whimper into him as his fingers tug the cup of your bra down and a thumb grazes your nipple.

Eddie fucks you like that after. You on your back, those panties ripped and tossed into the room with a promise from both your boys to buy you another pair as soon as possible. He hooks one of your thighs over his hip, opens you wider for him, pumping slowly and deeply into you, until tears prick in the corner of your eyes, until you’re gasping against Steve’s lips between kisses.

Steve, whose fingers roll sweet circles into your clit as you fist him in your palm, as he watches Eddie’s cock glide in and out of you, impossibly wet with your slick. Steve who curses your name as he comes against his stomach, your hand, your hip—his fingers laced with yours over the frantic beat of your heart.

Eddie falls apart watching Steve twitch and writhe against your form, spilling warm and deep within your walls, taking you along with him with a cried whimper of his name against his shoulder. Gasp into his sweat slick skin as he lowers himself against your chest and loops an arm low around your waist. Hums as Steve leans up and kisses his bare shoulder, combing at the curls slick against his forehead.

“Congratulations, Eddie,” you murmur, sighing as the boy in question brushes the gentlest of kisses against your lips.

Eddie leans over and does the same to Steve, who is already starting to drift off into a gentle slumber. “Got the best graduation present right here.”

#lunaloveseddie #lunalovessteve #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x you #steddie x reader smut #steddie x you #steddie x reader #steddie x y/n #stranger things smut

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munariplans · 2 days

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Hello there, Your writing deserves a Michelin star. I eat it up every time and I’m NEVER disappointed. Thank you. If I may, I’d request (in a very polite and “no pressure” tone) a fic about Natasha and spider-reader regarding the Odesa mission Natasha outlines in The Winter Solider or a “first time” fic for the couple if you are comfortable.

Keeping doing what you are doing. You are great at it. In the meantime, I will be talking to Michelin about getting you more stars.

synopsis: based on the request for the odessa mission above! plus a backstory and a little character exploration of our spidey!reader, wherein the mission highlights a little of their dynamic too.

natasha romanoff x reader

word count: 3.4k words

a/n: i'm back :) thank you everyone for your patience, and i hope you enjoy this one.

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a thumb brushing over your own. her knee pressed up against yours. her scent calming your senses down. natasha was beside you, red hair a stark contrast to the all-black tactical suit. on her face, was a comforting look. she didn’t smile, but she didn’t need to. her being there was enough.

“you okay?” you knew she knew something was troubling you deeply. but for the sake of the mission, yours and her sanity, and the engineer sitting behind the both of you at the train station, she didn’t ask. you thought she did it so naturally, being able to comfort you.

you didn’t know it was taking all she had in her not to freak out. she wasn’t sure if this was what people did, or how best she could do to comfort you. she could only reciprocate what she found she liked best when you comforted her. but in the presence of everyone else, she couldn’t do the last thing you always did for her; pull her into the tightest hug and let the world itself disappear away. she knew the both of you needed to be half-alert, at least.

natasha felt like she was the one breathing out a sigh of relief when the wrinkles in your forehead disappeared slightly, your own thumb rubbing hers back. “yeah, i–i’m fine.”

“do you want to talk about it…?” she was pushing her luck.

you looked back at the engineer. he was asleep. the contact for the rental car wasn’t due to arrive in an hour. natasha looked back at him as well, and offered you a small smile, “ninety percent of the mission’s done anyway. simple in and out, get him transported back to SHIELD. makes me wonder why fury asked us both. maybe he felt guilty for sending you away on that undercover for so long; let us have a little bit of a workcation together.”

your mind was screaming at you; but you shrugged and gave her a smile back. “yeah. maybe he did.”

she didn’t know that you and her had separate missions, after all. while hers had been to sneak into the research facility and escort the engineer out, and transport him safely back to SHIELD, you had been informed that there would be…obstacles, in the way. you just didn’t know when.

you remembered the meeting with fury well. you had told him, that with such a statute and reputation the winter soldier had, that you weren’t confident of taking him alone, especially in a place so out of your element. but he had reassured you that you would be fine, and that you should focus on your own assignment when the time came, while natasha focused hers solely on the engineer. you had thought it wasn’t very fair. natasha deserved to know of any dangers, at least, that might pop up, but fury insisted that since it was one of her first few missions as a team lead, he hadn’t wanted to shake her confidence. you had no choice but to comply.

turning your attention back to the hand holding yours, you squeezed it for a moment, then said, “when we get back, can we…just…have a break around the chrysler building? the rooftop, just you and me?”

natasha nodded. she understood. and she didn’t push.

—

when the three of you finally reached odessa, you sat with the engineer as natasha convinced the guards to let you through without passports. knowing russian, aided with a heavy handed helping of flirting and subtle lowering of her zipper, definitely did wonders. and while nervous as you were, spider-senses tingling all over for the winter soldier, you still managed to let out a less-than-annoyed tsk when she returned, taking great care to zip up the rest of her suit and glaring at the guards behind her.

“careful,” she smirked, hand reaching for your cheek to turn your eyes to her, “they won’t let us through if they don’t at least find it believable that they can have me.”

“no one else can have you,” you replied, but she was already walking towards the car, hips swaying purposefully so, and another wave of irritation crept up upon you, “no one, you hear me?”

natasha waited for the engineer to get in, before chuckling and looking back at you. “are you getting in, spidey?”

when you had safely passed the borders and began driving on the snowy, white roads, natasha unbuckled her seatbelt for a minute, before pulling you in from your attention on the road to steal your breath with her lips. it was only when the cherry from her lipstick had fully melted into the heat of your mouth did she let go, panting just as hard as you were. you were very thankful the roads were empty.

“god, i love it when you get jealous,” she muttered.

to her displeasure, however, the engineer behind let out a disgusted scoff, and murmured, “you guys know i’m here, right?”

“yes, and we don’t mind returning you right back to HYDRA if you complain one more time,” you replied.

—

at a gas station pit stop, natasha knew it was wrong to pry, but she caught a glimpse of your wallet as you paid for snacks on the trip, and an old, almost-faded picture of a younger you next to an older woman was all that her eyes could zero on. you were in a new, freshly-ironed SHIELD uniform, and the woman had her hand on your shoulder, grin mirroring yours. natasha had never seen her before.

you shut the wallet promptly after, and natasha trailed behind as you both returned to your car.

about an hour into the drive later, with the engineer’s soft snores behind the both of you, and natasha’s own eyes drooping, she knew she had to keep the both of you awake somehow.

“you can take a nap, it’s okay,” you told her, but she sat up, the sight of your wallet on the dashboard reminding her of her curiosity earlier.

she angled her head to face you, admiring the older, finer lines on your face that grew more beautiful as time passed. the younger you couldn’t compare to the sight she was treated to now.

“you always this good-looking, or did something happen when you were younger, to turn you like this?” she decided to start.

a tint of red on your cheeks, you chuckled nervously. “um…i don’t think….no. i’ve always been like this.”

“was SHIELD your first job?”

“my first job was when i was twelve. worked for a car mechanic near my place. then i took up newspaper delivery, then a restaurant, researched for my university, and a ton of other jobs,” you said sheepishly, “i wasn’t…that well-to-do.”

she let her thumb caress your cheek. you relaxed a little more. “what did you study?”

“quantum physics. full-ride scholarship, or i never would’ve been able to afford those years.”

then, after a beat of silence, you continued. “it was also where fury found me. recruited me to SHIELD intelligence then. i guess you could say it was my first official job. i wasn’t…uh…wasn’t supposed to be front-facing, you know? i wasn’t a combat agent or anything, just the intelligence. i was in intelligence for five years.”

“what changed?”

you looked at her through the mirror, eyes carrying an emotion natasha could not quite figure out. you looked away again, before sighing. “intelligence got bombed one day, everything was on fire. i was helping my teammates escape, was one of the last few out, and a burning pillar fell on me. i almost died then, paralysed from the waist down. i guess nick felt bad, that the medal of bravery he awarded could only do so much to my current situation. felt even worse when he saw my mother crying by my side. he gave me a second chance.”

“the spider serum.”

“it was experimental then, i believe the number of exclusion of liability clauses i signed reached the hundreds. i was lucky it worked. there were a few others…not so lucky ones.”

natasha reached over the console to where your leg was shaking, and she ran her palm up and down, helping you regain your sanity. “thank you for telling me.”

“it’s not–” you never finished your sentence, because in the next second, your senses overloaded with warning signals, and your hands moved quicker than your brain in swerving the car, the steering wheel jammed to the left so the bullets that you barely saw incoming landed on the car’s tires instead of the glass and right at the engineer. you remembered the engineer screaming as the car skidded off of the cliff, and you remembered jumping out right then to shoot a hanger web to save it from falling completely and crashing onto the ground.

you groaned as you gripped onto the web, feet planted on the ground as you tried pulling the car back up. you have to be quick, quicker than this. he’s here, your mind ran through those thoughts, but your arms were burning. you pulled little by little, hoping natasha was protecting the engineer down below, and the car was moving. it was probably a minute before it was near the edge, and you had one last pull left to bring it up again.

but of course, right as the wheel of the car barely touched the ground you were on again, a blunt force came ramming to the side of your head. you could hear the metal whirring of the winter soldier’s metallic arm as you felt the webs slip from your fingers, sending the car right over again.

—

luckily, the last of your webbings managed to catch on the railings of the edge of the cliff, preventing the car from crashing, but merely hanging precariously in the air.

the blaring pain in the right side of your head was all-too-consuming, but you managed to recover and gather yourself quickly enough, to see him in full view, stature almost twice of yours, face looking down to where the car was hanging. then, the winter soldier raised his rifle, and taking aim, you flew off from where you were to tackle him, throwing him off as the bullet landed astray. he grunted in annoyance, fighting you off as you tried snatching his gun off of him. your legs were straddling his torso, holding him down as the gun was wrestled between the two of you. from below, natasha was holding onto the engineer’s arm, watching the fight as she tried to figure out an alternative escape plan; rather than merely relying on you.

but when the winter soldier felt the gun finally slipping away from his hands, instead of pulling it back, however, he gave one final grunt, before pulling you in. the air was knocked out of your lungs as he slammed the both of you against the railing, his metal arm then travelling to your neck, squeezing as tight as he could.

natasha watched in horror as you struggled against his hold, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach as the winter soldier began choking you. it didn’t look like a fight you could win, and her hand went to the handgun in her thigh holster, taking a leap of faith and shooting at him.

the bullet riveted off his metal arm, but it was enough. the man took his eyes off of you for a moment, and zeroed in on natasha. unfortunately, it meant that he noticed the engineer behind her too, and immediately, he threw you off of the cliff, and came closer to her. she wished she had the capacity to worry about you, but she was immediately obligated to protect the engineer first.

she angled her body over his, heart pumping in her chest as the winter soldier took aim again. from how she was shielding the engineer, and the angle the winter soldier was at, there was no way he would have a clear aim. he wouldn’t take the shot.

surely not, she thought, as his gun clicked. surely not, she thought again, as the look in his eyes became empty, almost as if he was seeing through her. surely not. he pulled the trigger.

the last thing natasha could register was the burning sear on the side of her stomach, before she was falling straight into the sea below.

—

on your end, you caught the moment right as the shot was fired, and immediately jumped off of where you landed to catch both bodies falling through the air before they hit impact and broke the surface of the water. while you were thankful that natasha’s distraction worked, it was even more horrifying to have to pull her body out of the water beside the engineer’s, your eyes fixated on the gaping wound on her stomach.

you dragged them to shore, and it was then that you noticed both of them were bleeding out, the wound on natasha was bigger than you imagined, and the bullet was still lodged within the engineer, you were sure, as he grappled with a neck that was drenched in red. he was struggling to breathe, mouth opening and closing desperately as the blood loss incapacitated him.

you were cruelly reminded of your own assignment to capture and / or kill the winter soldier, as you glanced upwards to where he was, half-expecting him to be gone already. but he was there, standing still and watching you. almost as if he was challenging you. the hatred rumbling in your heart could not account for the disappointment you felt in already failing the mission. he held eye contact with you, gun no longer aiming at either you or natasha, but instead tucked into safety. his head tilted for a moment, you heard a car pulling up a few seconds later, and he broke eye contact first. entering the car leisurely, he made his getaway without pursuit.

you contemplated giving chase, swinging upwards and taking him down. killing him with your own bare hands, for what he did to natasha, stuffing his own gun down his throat–

natasha shuddered underneath you, and those thoughts were gone as fast as they came, replaced by the instinctive need to stay and make sure she makes it out of this alive. you gathered the first aid materials from the boot of the hanging car, cursing when you dug through the kit and only found the bare minimum. half a roll of bandages, stitches, and some antiseptic. barely enough to only keep one of them alive.

when you made it back down, the engineer was seizing, and you had to turn him on his side and stabilise him for a brief moment, the coldness in your fingers not merely from the frozen waters you had just come out of. natasha, clutching onto her side, managed to notice your dilemma, and the materials you had, and her hand reached out for yours.

she was shaking, and on the verge of bleeding out, but her hands were more steady than yours. she knew. she shook her head as you began grabbing the antiseptic for her wound.

“save him. they…they…need him more,” she choked out, eyes darting between you and the engineer, but the tears brimming in your eyes barely noticed it. you swallowed down a broken sob, looking between the two one last time, before making your final decision.

fuck the assignment. fuck fury, and SHIELD, and anyone else who was going to punish you for saving natasha, anyone who even thought of saving the engineer over natasha, anyone who thought natasha was more dispensable than the engineer. you let go of natasha’s hand, and began working on her, despite her protests. the antiseptic splashed onto her wound, the stitches came weaving through her skin, you tuned out everything else to save the woman you loved first.

even the engineer groaning beside you. even his hand gripping faintly on your suit, him pleading, “i…have a family…a kid…back home. p-please.”

a kid back home. i’m killing this man with a kid back home. you were the worst person in the world, you were sure, as you spared a look at him, his lips blue and pale by then. natasha had used up all the supplies then, so all you could do was hold his hand, angling him at a half-sitting position against your body, and murmuring i’m sorry to him about a thousand times.

“...please.”

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” you were killing the main objective of the mission. you were killing an innocent man because of your own selfishness.

his blood was on you, literally and figuratively, as your hands could only do so much to press against the bullet wound and try to prevent him from dying so soon. but it was imminent; he was never going to make it back, and you and him knew it. the bullet was still lodged somewhere in the back of his neck, and life was leaving his eyes.

you held him until he took his last breath, still apologising.

—

when you reached out to check on natasha for a moment, her skin was getting colder then, too. the stitches and bandages could only hold for so long, and her condition would drop steadily if you didn’t make a move soon. there was no time to wait for help to arrive. so you made the final decision to rest the engineer’s body to where emergency services could easily find him, made a call for help, and promptly brought natasha home first.

—

it was inevitable that you were suspended for almost a year for what you did. you had taken the brunt of the punishment, and volunteered to take natasha’s end of it too. fury had never looked more disappointed, and upper management had a field day berating you for your poor decision-making. you distinctly remembered one of them yelling at fury that you were the reason why they should implement a relationship ban among agents.

you should have known better. you knew you should have done better, as well. more than blaming the winter soldier, everybody could see that it was your own self that you placed the heaviest blame on. the team also knew you would have almost lost yourself, if not for natasha.

she gave you a second chance this time, making clear that you were the only one she would trust to help her get back on her feet, to help her heal. you were reluctant to ever leave the training grounds, to even let yourself handle any other mission other than getting back stronger and better, but she was there. she always was, and she ensured that you wouldn’t regret saving her instead, even if she also thought it had been a difficult choice.

when you lay in bed each night after her recovery, tracing the scar on her stomach and killing yourself in your own mind, she would run through her fingers through your hair, reminding you to get out of the headspace. when you doubted your abilities even in training the younger agents, she would back you up. even when you made the weekly visits to the engineer’s home back in the states, helping out his wife and apologising for your failure to her family. she knew even supporting his child financially for the rest of his life wasn’t enough for you.

odessa was probably the biggest failure in your career as a SHIELD agent. and there was no happy end, or satisfying outcome, you would have achieved then. but at least having natasha through the journey of your recovery from that, helped your growth and acceptance in part.

when she would be asleep beside you most nights in the years after, you would often sneak out and, in the quite space between your balcony and the rooftop of the building, tell yourself that you would have done the same thing over if you were placed in the situation again.

natasha liked to think of herself as cold, her personality and actions as impersonal as things got. she was never sure she was doing right by you, or able to comfort you as much as you comfort her. but clearly, she was quite the opposite.

most nights when you came back after your hours alone, pondering over the day of the incident over and over again, you would look at her sleeping figure on your shared bed, and think to yourself how no one was able to know you the way she knew you. no one came close.

she was your sanctuary as much as you were hers.

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel cinematic universe #natasha romanoff x spidey!reader

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that1fangirrl · 24 days

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Dating a Ballet Dancer...

Cw: some 18+,food mentions

A/N: This was honestly so adorable to me. I think I might write so more for it later on. If you have any ideas for this or other concepts, my inbox is always open. Enjoy!

He does not understand why ballerinas wear so many layers to practice. Especially because they are mostly thin and mesh garments, but with leg warmers

Yoga and stretch “dates”

Forcing her to eat more food so she can build up strength… or at least him sneaking a few snacks in her bag before she leaves for practice

Helping her stay in shape and healthy always

Something tells me he’d be curious to try a move… maybe stick to plié or tendu. Just like small footwork. Nothing extreme

He probably helps her with choreography. His enhanced senses pick up on slight changes so i definitely see him being like “oh that pirouette wasn’t as strong” or “your elbows aren’t tucked in right”

He doesn’t seem like a nervous person, but knowing with any sport you can get hurt has him on edge all the time. “What if you don’t land right and break an ankle?”

But he’s fairly confident in his babygirl… she's a professional after all

He's a huge stickler when it comes to her health. I know I said it before, but he's constantly watching what she eats, how much sleep and rest she gets. Cause he knows what the body needs to feel good and function better

Maybe it even motivates him to be better about his own health

It doesn’t help that they’re in college which always somehow means snacks over real food

If practice goes longer into the night, he’ll wait in the building or in the studio, so they can walk back to his or her dorm

Classical music is a must for them both. Just picture it. Him sitting on the bed studying with the music softly in the background while his adorable lover mimics the movements in her head along to the music. He would have the cutest little soft smile on his face(y'know the one)

When it’s tech/rehearsal week and he's not allowed to be around, it’s the worst. He’s only allowed to sit on one of the benches outside of the theater/auditorium. He can hear her jagged breathing, the nerves bounces off the walls, the constant frustration running through her veins. It makes him super antsy that he can’t barge in and console his sweet angel.

But after each night of rehearsing, he makes sure Foggy isn’t at their dorm, so he can give her a well deserved night of comfort. Whether that be a nice massage, cuddling with an audiobook or some music, or everyone’s favorite… sex!!

Speaking of sex… he’s 100% her first. He’s so sweet and gentle. Constantly asking if she’s okay, if she wants to try something else, etc. It’s always a good time. Vanilla, but who cares? They're only in college.

Back to our charmer, he might’ve flirted with the dance instructor a little so he could be allowed into the dance studio after hours or during sessions. She’s an older lady, so of course she’s gonna love that little catholic boy who’s “too much”.

Now when the tickets for each show goes on sale, he is the first and i repeat THE FIRST to get a ticket. He’s up bright and early waiting for the doors to open so he can get one and be prepared for the night.

During the day, he tries his best to keep her head up. Makes her stand in front of a mirror and say only positive things to herself. Even texts in the middle of his day, that she's gonna kill it.

He even has Foggy tag along. Has him help pick out flowers and a cute card. Maybe even some cute jewelry, like a little dainty bracelet that has a ballet charm on it. Foggy doesn’t mind though, he’s their number 1 supporter.

At the end of the show, he finds her backstage crying. Something about how she messed up on her turns and everyone noticed. To which he assures her with the biggest and tightest hug. “The crowd loved you Angel. They were absolutely breathless and amazed. If you did mess up, they didn’t even notice because your beauty hypnotized them too much.” Ending it with a billion kisses all over the face and on her forehead.

She kept those flowers by the way. Dried them out and has them in a special area of their apartment. Probably in some cute little keepsake box.

After all these years, they’re still together. Graduated from school. Successful lawyer and Ballet Dancer of Hell’s Kitchen.

He still goes to all of her shows. Brings Foggy and Karen. Has a cute new bouquet of flowers each time.

One night, he brings a ring. And after the show, they go for a small walk in the park nearby and he gets on one knee and proposes to her. The rest from there is history.

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 3 months

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I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 3

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Summary: In the wake of a terrible loss, the arrival of a new airman at Thorpe Abbotts promises to change the trajectory of Frankie's life forever

Warnings: Death, grief

Word Count: 3.9k

Tags: @mads-weasley @xxluckystrike @curaheehee @footprintsinthesxnd @dcyllom @storysimp @latibvles

A/N: HE'S HEREEEE 🗣🗣🗣

It was dark in the mechanics' hut, the lights kept off during the day to preserve power, but the overcast nature of the afternoon did nothing to light the space from the outside. Hours had passed since the pilots had left, and although Frankie was never made privy to the specifics of their missions, she could tell by the amount of fuel that had been requested that they were going far, much further than they ever had before. There was not a man among them who hadn't seemed to have a dark cloud over his head as they had prepared to depart that morning.

She and Lemmons sat on the floor together, backs propped up against the wall, both too troubled by worry to work. Frankie had an old fashion magazine in her lap, and they passed the time by flicking through each section and poking fun at a myriad of ugly sweaters and ridiculous hats.

"Those are nice," Ken stated, pointing at a pair of green brogued shoes.

"Seriously? I think they're garish."

He shrugged. "My Fonda has some like it. They look nice on her."

She let out a low whistle, teasingly nudging his side as his face turned bright red, a satisfied smile curling his lips. For a boy as young as he was, he sure loved Fonda. Frankie had noticed the heart-shaped locket that hung from his neck the very first day they'd worked together, but it had taken weeks for him to let her have a look inside. It must have been nice to be loved the way she was.

The magazine was losing its charm. It had been over an hour, and they were running out of pages. With a huff, she tossed it across the room, landing in a heap of crumpled pages underneath the table. Ken looked over at her, raising a brow.

She shrugged. "Bored. Want a cigarette?"

Without waiting for an answer, Frankie dug around in her pocket and produced two loose, slightly bent cigarettes, passing one to Lemmons. She lit hers swiftly, taking in an inhale of smoke. He rolled his between his fingers, never bothering to light it. Sometimes she forgot he didn't smoke.

"I'm gonna take you for a drink tonight. We deserve it."

"I'm nineteen."

Frankie stared at him for a long moment. "...So?"

"So, I can't drink."

"Jesus Christ. Welcome to England mate, you might be the only nineteen-year-old currently in the country who doesn't already have a drinking problem."

He opened his mouth to respond, but before the words could emerge they were interrupted by a rapid knocking at the door. Far from the usual pounding thuds the men usually used, this knock was delicate, polite, but its urgency set Frankie's heart to beating twice as fast.

Scrambling to her feet, she rushed for the door, tossing her cigarette into the ashtray on the table as she passed. Hauling it open, a wave of nausea coursed through her as she saw George standing outside, hair damp from the drizzle, tie pulled loose away from her neck, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

"Wh-" Frankie trailed off as she slammed into her, gripping her in the tightest hug she'd ever felt. As she wrapped her arms around George's back, she could feel her shaking beneath her palms.

George let out one sob after another, face buried in Frankie's shoulder as her tears soaked the fabric of her coveralls. Looking back over at Lemmons, their gazes met in wide-eyed expressions of anxiety, and if George hadn't been crying so loudly Frankie was sure the thumping of her heart would've been audible.

"George- George," She spoke firmly, hands pressed to George's cheeks as she forced her to meet her eye. To be so harsh to a woman who needed nothing but softness ripped a hole through her, the guilt churning her stomach, but she needed to know. "Tell me what happened."

She nodded hurriedly, wiping her tears away with the backs of her hands. "They made it to Africa - we started getting messages through about an hour ago, but, uh..." George's lip trembled, and she sucked in a long, haggard breath. "Curt's dead, Frankie."

Lemmons let out some sort of strangled gasp as Frankie felt all of the blood drain from her face. For a moment she didn't know how to process the words, she just knew she needed to hold George - to hold her tight, tighter than anyone ever had. There was not an inch between them as she stroked a gentle hand through her golden hair, trying with all her might to keep breathing as she felt a warm tear roll down her cheek.

Over George's shoulder, she spied Ken making for the door, a frown casting a shadow over his boyish face. He met her eyes, and she offered him a nod, freeing him from the scene so he could inevitably tell the others.

The two women held each other for a long moment, Frankie's chin burrowed against George's collar. When she finally spoke, it was little more than a hoarse whisper, her throat suddenly dry as a bone.

"...And Bucky?"

Sniffing loudly, George pulled back, shaking her head. "No, no, he's okay. He made it to Algeria." Frankie hadn't released she was holding her breath until she let it escape her, raising a hand to cover her mouth as she nodded.

"Yeah? Yeah. Alright," She could worry about the others later - for now, knowing Egan was alive was enough to settle her drumming heart. "You need to go home, ok? You need to rest."

"My shift's not over, I still have to-"

"I am gonna walk up there myself and tell them you're not coming back today. Not tomorrow, neither. And if they've got a problem with that they can take it up with me - believe me, I don't give a shit if I take an insubordination charge over this."

A tearful smile broke out across George's face, holding onto Frankie's hand as it cupped her cheek. "Tangling with you? I don't fancy their chances."

Frankie chuckled, pulling her into one last hug and pressing her lips firmly to her temple. "Go, go. I'll see you soon, ok?"

"Yeah," She whispered against her neck, reaching out to squeeze her hand as she broke the hug, stepping backwards towards the door and disappearing.

As soon as she was alone, Frankie sucked in a long, laboured breath, collapsing into one of the rickety chairs that surrounded the table in the middle of the room. Doubling forward, she lay her head in her hands, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes as she focused on taking one breath after the next.

Since the war had begun, she had been cycling through phases of fear and calm, letting herself slip into the all too comfortable belief that it couldn't touch her here - couldn't take from her as long as she was home, as long as she was safe.

But God, how the world kept proving her wrong.

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Almost a month had passed. Every mission took a toll, but the trip that had killed Curtis Biddick seemed to hang heavier than any other ever had.

Or perhaps it just seemed that way because of George.

Some nights Frankie would stay up late, rubbing exhaustion from her eyes as she fought to stay awake long enough to finish a chapter of her book, lit by the dim bulb of her bedside lamp. And then in the darkness she would hear a rustling, a casting aside of the course, army-issue bedsheets, and feel a weight press into the mattress beside her as George slipped under the covers, silently resting her head against Frankie's shoulder. She liked to listen to her heartbeat on the nights she felt most alone - when she felt the farthest from home, the most separated from the boy she almost loved - it brought her comfort to listen to that telltale sign of life radiating from the person closest to her. She had someone, and that was enough to live with.

Frankie had liked Curt, but she hadn't known him well. Sometimes she wished she had, if only so that she wouldn't feel so guilty, comforting her best friend over a loss she no longer felt so keenly. Instead, all she could do was softly whisper the words she was reading to her, and let her mere presence be the comfort as they both drifted off to sleep.

It had grown warm overnight, and the humidity combined with the heat of George's body burrowed close next to hers left Frankie slick with sweat by the time she woke up, her hair sticking to her neck in damp strands. Peeling the covers away as she clambered out of bed, careful not to disturb her sleeping friend, she made a beeline for the showers, hoping to wash away the unpleasant, sticky sensation that coated her skin. She was used to evening showers after a long day's work, and it felt strange to stare down at the hot water rolling off of her body and see it come away clear, clean, not streaked with the dirt and oil she was often coated with by the time she made it home each night.

Wringing her hair out with a towel as she made her way out of the bathroom, Frankie dodged the other women emerging from their beds as she reached her own area, her coveralls and workboots waiting for her on a nearby chair. George had moved back to her own bed, carefully removing each of the curlers she meticulously applied every night, just like all of the other servicewomen who were afforded the luxury of working indoors, a far cry from Frankie's reality. It wasn't that Frankie didn't like to dress up - she loved the chance to do her hair and makeup, to dress up and feel pretty for once - it just wasn't a practicality her profession afforded. Her hair needed to be out of the way, and it made no sense to waste money on makeup that would be ruined by sweat and grime within the hour.

"If Dye makes it back, there'll be a party tonight," George stated, watching her reflection as she looped her tie into a knot. "You gonna go?"

"Uh," Frankie considered this for a moment, sniffing her coveralls from the previous day and grimacing at the smell, switching them out for a clean pair. "Nah, not tonight, I don't think. I've already got some outstanding stuff from the last few days that needs sorting, it's gonna be a busy one."

"Alright, I'll see if Sandra and Helen are going."

"I'm glad you're going," Frankie smiled.

George's gaze turned to her, and she considered this for a moment before shrugging. "Can't sit here forever."

It was a fact that didn't need dwelling on, and Frankie wouldn't patronise her with praise. This was just the way their lives worked now. One by one, the women in their hut finished getting ready and left for their various jobs until Frankie was the only one left, locking up the front door as she exited. The burn that had scorched her palm had long since healed, leaving a mottled pink scar across her hand, but she could clutch the handlebars of her bike without pain now, so she had returned to her morning ritual of cycling as fast as she physically could to the airstrip, revelling in the feeling of the warm morning air blowing through her hair.

Dye's plane was swooping in as she arrived, and Frankie couldn't help but smile at the chorus of whoops and cheers that pierced the air, flight and ground crews alike lining the runway to await his valiant return. Twenty-five missions. She could barely fathom it. For as long as she could remember, planes like this had been her life, but she'd never flown in one - Dye had done it twenty-five times. The number boggled her, a reality so close to and yet so distinctly separate from her own.

"Frankie!" Lemmons called over from where he was sitting with a few of the local boys. The village kids had taken a shine to the young mechanic, and she found she rather enjoyed their presence, childish wit relieving the strain of their long working hours. She crossed the grass towards them as he spoke up again. "Gonna replace the panelling on the bombers from last week, you in?"

She shook her head, batting a hand dismissively. "Nah, you go enjoy the celebrations with the others, I'll handle it."

He frowned, a crease appearing between his brows. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, I hardly even know Dye, I'm not missing out. Take the night off, you deserve it."

A smile began to spread across his expression. "Well thanks, Frankie."

"No worries. Hey - did we get that delivery of rivets that was meant to come in?" Lemmons shook his head, and she shrugged. "Don't worry about it, I'll take a list to the boss of everything we need."

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It was growing dark, a work light on the tarmac illuminating one of the B-17 engines as she worked away at it, a pile of scattered tools littering the ground from where she had tried and failed to toss them back into her toolbox without paying proper attention. She could hear the muffled music far off in the distance, the lights from the party casting a golden reflection against the clouds like a beacon in the night. Tightening one of the bolts, Frankie prayed to herself that George was having fun.

The sound of footsteps approaching from behind alerted her to sudden company, but she was too engrossed in her work to turn. Besides, she could already guess who it was.

"Heya, Frankie," Bucky's voice came, and she suppressed a smirk at the accuracy of her prediction.

"Evenin'."

"We missed you at the party," He stated.

"Busy," She replied, letting out a grunt as she pinched the skin of her thumb with her wrench, flapping her hand for a moment to relieve the pain.

"Just came to see ya 'cause I don't think you've met Rosie yet."

Frankie let out a sigh, sliding her wrench into her pocket, speaking as she began to turn. "Bucky, if you boys have got yourselves another fucking dog, I swear-"

There was another man there, standing next to Egan, blue eyes watching her as she stumbled over her words, trailing to an awkward stop. She had a smear of oil across her forehead from where she had absent-mindedly wiped the sweat from her brow with a filthy hand, and Bucky pursed his lips tightly as he tried not to laugh.

"Not a dog," Rosie stated, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile.

"No," She breathed, snapping herself out of her awkwardness. "No, uh, sorry - Frankie, I'm Frankie," Holding out her hand to shake, she noticed its filthiness and grimaced, swiftly retracting it.

"Frankie's one of our mechanics," Egan explained. "She'd be happiest if we fired the rest of the ground crew and let her do the whole thing herself."

"But then who'd clean the dog shit and vomit out for me, eh?" Frankie shrugged, a pink spatter colouring her cheeks. Bucky almost frowned, taken aback by her uncharacteristically awkward demeanour.

"Look, I promised Buck I'd only be gone five minutes, so," He looked down at his watch, shrugging.

"No, no, that's fine, you have a good night," Frankie smiled, wiping her dirty palms on the sides of her trousers.

Bucky turned to leave, pausing for a moment. "Rosenthal?"

"Oh, no, I was gonna head off anyway, thanks Major," Rosie nodded, and they lingered in silence for a moment after Egan left, his silhouette disappearing into the darkness down the runway.

"Sorry I thought you were a dog," She chuckled slightly, breaking the quiet as she rubbed her thumb where she'd pinched the skin, a red mark forming.

"Well," Rosie shrugged, standing with his hands in his pockets. "Been called worse."

Frankie smiled, a flash of teeth in her grin as she glanced back at the engine for a moment, the great thing looming over her in its frame. "And... sorry Bucky dragged you all the way out here, I'm sure the party is much more interesting, and-"

"Hey, you don't have to apologise," He shook his head. With the work light shining on them, it seemed to cast a halo around her head, brown hair running golden along its edges. Even covered in filth, she must've been one of the prettiest girls he'd seen in... well, he couldn't quite recall. "How long have you been out here?"

"Uh, what time is it - eight?"

Rosie let out a laugh. "Gone midnight."

"Jesus Christ," She flashed him a tired grin. "Shit, I missed dinner."

"Well," He shrugged. "I am a Captain. Sure we can find something."

"You're on," Frankie agreed, the empty feeling in her stomach suddenly amplified once she realised how long it had been since she'd eaten. "Although, I'd better clean up first," She noted, wiping her hands on one of the engine rags.

"By the way, you've got a little-" Rosie gestured to his own forehead.

"Oh, shit," Frankie muttered, reaching up with the rag and just managing to miss the oil stain. He let out a chuckle, stepping forward.

"Here, lemme just-" She offered up the rag, and he dabbed at the stain, which less went away than it did smudge even more. He furrowed his brow as he tried to get rid of it, and she couldn't help but let out a laugh at the sheer concentration in his expression, their faces far closer than she would ever usually allow with a man she'd only just met. But there was something endearing in him, something safe. "I think... I think I got it."

"Thanks," Frankie chuckled, taking back the rag and stepping back towards the Nissen hut. "I'm just gonna wheel this engine inside and wash the crap off my hands, then we can go."

"I await your return, milady," Rosie nodded, smile turning to a cringe as she turned away from him. What was that? Don't say that!

She smiled to herself as she entered the hut, her pleased expression turning to a grimace as she got a waft of herself, the twelve-hour shift out in the sun making itself known. Oh shit.

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The mess hall was completely deserted, the only light coming from the kitchens as Frankie waited patiently for Rosie to return. He had volunteered to go and scrounge for food, confident that his rank would protect them if they were discovered, and she grinned as he returned, proudly carrying a large tin of peaches and a couple of bars of ration chocolate.

"Oh, perfect. Midnight feast," She beamed, taking a seat on one of the long benches that lined the tables as he sat down opposite, producing a tin opener from his pocket.

"Food fit for kings, I'd say," Rosie agreed, wrestling with the peaches for a moment until he was able to break the lid. Producing two forks, Frankie held one out to him, using her own to skewer a slice of the orange fruit.

"I'd just like to preface this by saying that I don't usually smell like this... actually, I do," She admitted, picking at some dirt stuck beneath her nail.

"Hey, I'm not judging - you wouldn't either once you'd smelled the inside of our flight suits," He shrugged, and she let out a huff of laughter, chewing on her peach slices, a droplet of sweet juice running down her lip. "So... how long've you been a mechanic?"

"Dad's been running an auto repair shop at home since before I was born, I grew up on it," Frankie explained, skewering another slice with one hand as she unwrapped her chocolate bar with the other. "He wanted to go over to France, help fix army jeeps, but he lost his foot in the Great War so they won't take him - I was born when he was away, see, he'd been over there for six months or so when a shell went off and he lost it. So the cars were all we had. I switched to planes when I was about fifteen - bit of an impractical hobby, but I've read every single book on it they had in Stratford library," She chuckled.

"Stratford... Shakespeare, right?"

Her brow raised. "Yeah. Right. Y'know I think the only good thing about this war is that the tourist buses have stopped coming around," She joked, and Rosie laughed, nodding along as he ate. Why was she telling him all this? In the last hour, he'd found out more about her than Bucky or Lemmons had in months. But she found she didn't feel embarrassed telling him any of it, the words just flowed naturally.

They sat there in the dim mess hall eating peaches until they started to feel sick, the hands of Rosie's watch ticking steadily past 1am by the time they left, making sure to hide all evidence of their midnight raid. It had begun to rain by the time they stepped out into the night air, and before Frankie could utter a single word of complaint he had shrugged off his uniform jacket and given it to her to hold over her head, her own makeshift shelter whilst his own curls fell flat, the water leaving dark streaks down his shirt.

"Are you sure about this?" She asked for what must have been the third time as they reached the end of her row of Nissen huts, Rosie's hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, his skin almost visible through the drenched state of his clothes.

"I said stop asking," He assured her, nodding confidently despite the visible trembling in his shoulders.

"I'm just worried I'm gonna ruin your jacket."

"Well, it'd die for a worthy cause."

Frankie grinned, slowing to a stop as she reached the front door of her hut. The lights were all off inside, not a single sign of life as her bunkmates enjoyed their well-earned sleep. When she spoke again, it was in whispers, careful not to wake them even despite the hammering of rain against the metal roof.

"Thank you for dinner, it was... unexpected."

"Very," Rosie nodded in agreement, mirroring her smile. She handed over his jacket, and he folded it, tucking it beneath his arm, already well past its usefulness.

"Tomorrow's gonna be a rough morning."

"Take the day off, have a lie-in, you deserve it."

She raised a brow, and he laughed. "You know I won't."

"I suspected as much," He agreed, nodding firmly. "G'night, Frankie."

"Goodnight."

Frankie slipped carefully inside, cautious not to make a sound as she crept over to her bed, stripping off her wet coveralls as she reached quickly for her nice, warm pyjamas.

When George's whispered voice broke the silence, she swore she almost had a heart attack. "You've been... working?"

"Something like that," Frankie shrugged, taking the fact she was awake as a sign of consent to turn her lamp on, giving her the light she needed to untie her boots. "Have you met the new Captain?"

"Who, Rosenthal? No. Why?"

She didn't answer for a long moment, buttoning up her pyjama shirt before flicking off the lamp, plunging the room into total darkness as she climbed beneath the blankets, letting out a satisfied sigh at the warmth.

"He's nice."

George let the silence simmer for a moment, her tone laced with suspicion. "... Right."

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