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You don't know me FINALE

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pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you and chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

warnings: the last part :(

"I went to Rose's grave" Chris stated looking away from me. I took in a breath and nodded as I reached over and grabbed his hand. "How is she?" I whispered. He didn't respond for a second and he blinked.

"I can't imagine her ever being angry. She didn't have a mean bone in her body" He shook his head. I just watched him as he spoke. I wanted to be here for him. I wanted him to know that I was listening.

"I learned a lot, I know that it was probably stressing you out that I wasn't responding to your texts and didn't call but-" He shook his head before bringing his eyes up to mine.

"I needed to just have some time. I just didn't know that until I got there" He breathed. I nodded running my finger over the back of his hand.

"You don't have to apologize" I whispered. He sighed closing his eyes. It was his time, I get that. Going to Rose's grave, the last thing he neeeded to think about was me. He lost someone he loved.

"What did you learn?" I asked after a few seconds, slightly scared for the answer, but there was no reason to panic over the way he's been acting towards me since he got back. He smiled slightly.

"How much I never want to lose you" He breathed. I smiled as I looked down at him. I shuffled down until out noses were pressed together.

"You'll never lose me Chris. I regret to inform you, I'll be here for a long long time" I smiled. He chuckled as he looked at me. He reached up brushing some of my hair behind my ear.

"Good" He whispered pressing his lips to mine softly, I almost didn't realize they were there. Then they were gone. "So you're not moving back to Boston then?" I almost whispered as he looked at me.

A small smile came to his face before he shook his head.

"Why would I move anywhere that you aren't?" He tilted his head. I smiled and kissed his cheek. It's when I pulled back when he spoke again.

"So are you going to tell me why you are living at Nate's house now?" He chuckled. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Long story short, Scott figured out that I wasn't his and kicked me out" I said leaning back slightly. He furrowed his eyebrows. "How did he--"

"He saw me at brunch with James and Nate" I explained before he could finish. Chris paused for a second before sighing.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here when you had to go through that" He breathed. I shook my head, placing my hand on his cheek. "You had your own stuff going on. I was fine on my own" I shook my head. He still looked upset about it.

"But I could have never done it without the strength that you've given me" I breathed honestly. I couldn't have. I probably would have cried and begged Scott to let me stay. I never would have attempted to reach out to James and I 100% would have never figure out that Scott wasn't my father, without Chris.

"You changed my life" I whispered. He smiled. "You changed mine more" He whispered before his lips connnected to mine.

I pulled back.

“You and Nate okay now?” I whispered as he hovered over me. He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, just laid down some ground rules” He smiled. I raised my eyebrows. “Ground rules?” I questioned. He chuckled and pressed his forehead into my shoulder.

“They’re stricter than James’s” he breathed. I rolled my eyes. “No sex in the house, no PDA in front of him, and skate with him whenever he asks” He lifted his head and looked at me.

I hummed.

“You’ve never been one for rule following have you Sturniolo?” I asked smirking at him. He smiled and shook his head. “No, I have not” He breathed pressing his lips down to mine.

1 year later

I screamed as I jumped off my feet into Chris's arms our robes flying over us. He chuckled as he spun me around set me back down on my heels. "We're done" I smiled shaking my head.

"We're done" He smiled back before kissing my forehead to avoid the cap against my head. I sighed almost feeling everything that's ever happened to me the last four years of high school lift off my shoulder with one piece of paper.

"Look" I opened my diploma and showed him my name across the sheet of paper. He smiled and opened his. "I know, I've got the same one" He showed me his. I rolled my eyes but couldn't swipe the smile.

"Yeah, but mine's prettier" I looked down at mine. He rolled his eyes and moved his arm around my shoulders. "Yes my love, yours is prettier" He smiled kissing the side of my face. I smiled before I saw my dad walk up to me.

"Dad! Look!" I cheered running up to him, almost feeling like a little kid as I opened my diploma and showed him. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/n" He hugged me. I just smiled as I leaned into him. I pulled back and he reached down straightening out my cap on my head. "You looked so beautiful up there" He smiled.

"James! Are you proud of me?" Chris said walking up behind me. He raised his eyebrow. "More or less" He shrugged. I smiled and shook my head looking up at Chris.

I couldn't stop smiling. Today was so perfect. I was done with highschool.

"This shit isn't fair. I have a whole other year" Nate grumbled as he walked up to us. "Language" My dad snapped at Nate. Chris lifted the cap off his head and placed it on to Nate's. "Look, it's like you almost graduated" Chris tilted his head holding back a laugh.

I reached up ruffling Chris's hair back down.

"Hey, at least you get to be captain two-years in a row. I don't think that's ever happened" I said looking at Nate. Nate smiled slightly over at me.

If I'm honest, It took a lot to bring Nate and I's relationship to where it is today. But we got here. We’re finally acting civil….as civil as sibling can be. My dad put his arm around me, pulling me towards him.

"I'm proud of you sweetheart" My dad whispered down at me. I smiled. I finally felt whole. Like I was taking a breath for the first time.

"Give me your diploma" Nate said looking at Chris. Chris glared at him. "No" He clutched it towards his chest. Nate lunged for it making them tumble at each other.

"Hey! hey!" I snapped, they pulled apart.

"Sorry" They said in unison.

"Hey, I need to find my grandpa. You're coming over tonight right?" Chris said stepping back. I smiled and nodded. "What? It's Friday. We always hang out on Friday" Nate crossed his arms.

"Just us, kid"

"Don't call me that" Nate snapped at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Y/n?" Chris caught my attention. "Yes, Your place at 6" I smiled. He smiled before running up to me and kissing me. My dad grumbled above me. "Okay, I love you. I'll see you later" He smiled before running off.

"Dad, stop pretending you hate Chris" I raised my eyebrows up at him. He rolled his eyes looking off to where he ran. "I like him, just not when he's kissing you" He mumbled. I shook my head.

"Y/n"

My dad's eyes raised behind me and I swore I saw the light leave him. I turned seeing my mother standing there with a small box in her hand. My mouth fell open.

"Mom" I breathed. She just looked at me. "What--What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming" I crossed my arms over my chest. She looked down at her feet.

The relationship between my mother and I had been rocky. I could count on one hand of how many times I've spoken to her in the past year. The times I've spoken to Scott, I couldn't count on any.

The transition between moving into James's house was quiet. Like they barley cared where I went, or they knew where I went and still didn't care.

"I didn't know I was--I just--" She shook her head before she raised it and made eye contact with my dad.

"James" She nodded at him. I stepped back looking at them. He took in a long breath. "Clara" He stated. I felt the tension in the air, it made me want to puke. Or run. I didn't know which.

"I just thought that...you know. It's your big day. I wanted to be here" She nodded. I nodded and looked at her before looking down at the box in her hand. She looked down at her hands.

"This is for you. For college and everything, just a little going away gift" She breathed holding out the box for me. I hesitantly took it out of her hands and nodded at her.

"Thank you" I breathed. She smiled and shifted on her feet awkwardly looking between James and I. "I'll be on my way now. I don't want to intrude" She said softly.

"We were going to go out to lunch—" My dad spoke suddenly. I looked up at him with wide eyes. His eyes were focused on my mom. "If you wanted to come. I'm sure Y/n would love to tell you about her plans to attend Michigan State in the fall" My father looked down at me.

I shook my head softly as if to say: No I don’t. He looked at me and he gave me a stern look.

"You're going to Michigan State?" My mom's voice asked softly. I turned and looked at her and gave a soft nod. She smiled almost genuinely at me. She took in a breath and looked around.

"I'm not sure Scott would like that very much, he doesn't even know i'm here" She breathed. I swallowed feeling the shame wash over me again as if I was being kicked out all over again.

God forbid my mother wanted to see me graduate.

My dad smacked his lips and nodded. I looked up at him. He was disappointed. Sad, almost. Fuck. Swallowing my pride and my hurt, I reached out.

"It would only be for an hour and I did want to get your opinion on some dorm shopping" I forced out of my mouth. My mother's face brightened. She smiled and nodded.

"Well, okay. Yeah, just an hour" She nodded smiling.

"Please be easy on her. He doesn't need any extra stress. It's the first time he's seen her in like 18 years" I breathed over to Nate, who looked less than happy. He took in a breath and looked down at his plate, with an unhappy expression.

"Just bite your tongue for one meal" I stated and he looked away from me and back down to his plate. He was less than pleased to hear my mother was joining us for dinner. To be honest, I wasn't jumping for joy either. But if I was sucking it up, he had to too.

"I still have those pins from that trip" My mother chuckled. My dad smiled up at her. "That’s incriminating yourself" He laughed shaking his head. She rolled her eyes.

"They'll never know I was the one who took them" She smiled shaking her head. I took in a breath looking down at my plate. Why did this feel like such a bad idea?

They were going on tangets about stories from their years in college. I just hope it doesn't dig up any more dirt than I'm willing to handle. This lunch was already pushing me to my limits.

My dad smiled down at his plate. A genuine smile. I smiled over at him. "Y/n, have you figure out a roommate yet?" My mother's voice brought be away from the look on my dad's face. I looked up at her.

"Yeah, Sydney's gonna room with me" I smiled nodding at her. She smiled and nodded. "I'm glad you two are still friends, she was a nice girl" She smiled in approvance. I nodded.

"Nate took Sydney on a date recently" James spoke up. Nate's eyes snapped up. "It wasn't a date" He said quickly. James smiled and looked down. I looked over at him.

"What? You didn't tell me that" I snapped. He looked up at me. "It wasn't a date" He repeated himself. I glared at him, mentally writing down to yell at Sydney for hiding that from me.

"You bought flowers" My dad spoke.

"Dad" Nate snapped.

My eyes widened and Nate shook his head looking down at his plate.

“You can’t date my best friend” I stated crossing my arms over my chest. He glanced up at me. “It’s weird. I don’t want—“

“You think I jump for joy everytime I have to watch you and Chris are all over each other in my house?” Nate snapped.

My mother looked up at me. I met her gaze. “You’re still seeing Chris?” She asked softly. I opened my mouth and closed it before looking down, remembering everything she’s ever said to me about Chris. About seeing someone like him.

“Yeah” I breathed softly. She nodded and looked down. “He seems like a nice boy” when the words left her mouth, I almost didn’t believe her. I looked up and she smiled at me.

I smiled down at my plate.

The rest of the lunch, I questioned Nate about his date with Sydney. He was vague, didn't say much. He ended the converstaion with a "shut the fuck up' and that was that. My dad and my mom spoke like old friends.

It was weird. It was almost like the whole letter situation never happened. Or the fact that she hid me from him for 18 years. It was like none of it ever happened and they were right back to where they were.

And I didn't know if it was a good thing.

"I've got the check" My dad picked up the paper. My mother reached out shaking her head. "No, please. Let me take it" She wiped her mouth with the napkin. He was already in the process of handing the waitress his card.

"James" She spoke.

"It's fine. My treat" He shook his head.

We got up from the table and walked towards the door. "Should I ask her if she's my new mommy now?" Nate whispered over to me. I elbowed him in the side. We stepped outside and I turned to my mom, letting out a breath.

"I'm up towards campus a lot. If you'll let me, I'd love to come visit sometime" She breathed down at me. I just looked up at her for a second.

I wondered if she genuinely missed me or not. If she was just saying this just to feel good about herself or feel like she at least tried. It's hard for me to sit here and believe there is honesty about her words. After all, she chose the money over me.

But she stared down at me with a look I'd never seen in her eyes before. Almost....hopefuless?

"Yeah maybe" I nodded. She smiled before reaching over and giving me a hug. I softly hugged her back. I don't remember the last time she's hugged me. I must have been 10. Maybe she did really miss me.

"Okay" She smiled placing her hands on my shoulders. She looked up at James. "Thank you for the lunch, James" She smiled. He nodded as they looked at each other.

I knew that look. I knew that look so well that I felt it. The way Chris looks at me. It pained me to see it in my dad's eyes when my mom wasn't the girl that deserved that kind of look from him.

"I have to go" She said pointing behind her. "Okay" He nodded. She just looked up at him for a second before turning and then looking back at us, then she was gone.

I looked up at James who just watched her walk away.

"Dad" I breathed. He still stared at her before he looked down at me. Another look. Pain. I knew that all too well too.

"Yeah. Okay, let's get you home" He broke from his trance and he placed his hand on my back as we walked home. I sighed and swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I've got to go to the rink" Nate spoke before darting off in the other direction, looking down at his phone. James turned his head as he watched him walk behind us.

"Isn't the rink closed on Friday?" I asked looking up at my dad. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "And the rink is in the opposite direction" He chuckled, making me smile and shake my head.

We walked for a minute in silence. I couldn't help the questions that were eating me alive inside. I didn't know if I should ask them. I didn't want to intrude.

"Go ahead Y/n. I know you want to hound me" My dad chuckled from above me. I smiled up at him and laughed. "I don't want to hound you" I laughed. He rolled his eyes. I sighed and looked down.

"Do you think that--" I bit my lip.

"Do you think if I never happened, you would have gotten your happy ending with Clara?" I asked softly. He looked forwards as we walked. He bit his lip and shook his head.

"I used to think that I was never meant for a happy ending" He breathed. I looked down as my heels hit the pavement. "But I was wrong" He pulled me towards him. "I got you" He smiled. I smiled against him.

"I don't want you to worry about me anymore sweetheart. My story's over. You've got your own one going" He stated. I looked up at him. "I don't think anyone's story is ever over, until the book finally closes" I said looking up at him. He raised his eyebrows.

"You should have been a poet kid" He smiled. I shook my head.

"I'm so proud of you" He shook his head. I nodded. "You keep telling me that" I smiled. He squeezed me. "It's because I mean it" He stated making me smile.

“Are you gonna open your box?” He asked looking down at the unopened box in my hand that my mother had given me. I nodded before opening the top and looking down at it.

A pair of silver star earrings, ones that match my bracelet.

Silver. I don’t wear gold.

Maybe she does really know me, and she had all this time.

"I wanna show you something"

I blinked up at him as he looked down at me. "You're scaring me" I chuckled as I walked around him and landed on his bed. It was hard to believe he wouldn't live here anymore at the end of the summer. I loved this bed.

I laid down and sighed running my arms through the sheets. I sat up on my elbows and looked at him. "Chris" I chuckled as he stared down at me.

"I wanna show you something" He repeated. I nodded. "I heard you the first time" I smiled sitting up. I jumped off his bed as I spun around his room.

"Can you believe we graduated?" I gushed as I looked up smiling to myself. "It doesn't feel real" I shook my head. He just smiled and watched me. "No more tests, no more drama, no more useless information" I shook my head.

I looked over at him.

"Just us" I smiled. He slowly walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoudlers. "Can you relax for a second?" He chuckled. I pushed his arms off smiling.

"Make me" I smiled before grabbing his hands and pulling them towards me and pressing my lips to his. He smiled against me.

"When do you leave for Boston?" I whispered against his lips. He just stared down at me. "A few days before you move in to your dorm" He whispered back. I parted from him.

Chris got accepted to Boston College and Michigan State. Both his parents went to Boston College and he had a full ride there. It wouldn't have made sense if he stayed in Michgain. Even though, selfishly, I wanted him to. If he wanted to be in Boston, then that's where I wanted him to be.

I just tried not to think about it. Plus it was less than a 3 hour plane right. I put every last drop of my trust fund, that I wasn't using for my tution, into a savings account so I could pay for flights.

I knew I'd miss him a bunch so I saved it all so I wouldn't have to worry about the cost of the flight.

It was weird. Worrying about money for the first time in my life. But I had gotten used to it.

“You got new earrings” he smiled his fingers brushing hair behind my shoulder. I nodded reaching up and touching them.

“My mom got them for me, as a graduation gift” I smiled. He raised his eyebrows. “Silver too, wow” He smiled. I nodded felling the warmth in my chest.

"Can I show you what I want to show you now?" He chuckled. I smiled and nodded. I blinked up at him and he looked down at me.

"Are you gonna show me?" I smiled tilting my head as I stared at him. He just smiled at me. "Not here, come on" He grabbed my hands and dragged me out of his room.

A few minutes later we were trecking through the woods behind his house. I held his arm close to me as we walked, taking in the scent of him. I smiled to myself. Whatever I'd done right in my life, or wrong, has led me to this moment and I haven't been more happy.

I'd already started a wedding folder on my Pinterest board. My dad saw it and won't stop grumbling about it. I told him it wouldn't happen for years, but a girl can dream.

Chris reached up pulling branches out of my way so that I could step through to the clearing. I smiled as I dropped his arm and walked out hearing the sounds of the rushing stream.

I took in a breath. The view of his secret place never got old. I turned around and looked at him smiling as I hugged my arms over myself.

“Okay what did you want to show me?” I smiled in anticipation. He smiled at me before reaching down and pulling his sweatshirt off and throwing it towards the blankets.

“Ooo, a strip tease?” I chuckled as I walked up to him and placed my hands on his chest. “No” he laughed. I smiled and stepped back. He reached over pulling up his sleeve before revealing newly marked skin.

My eyes widened as I walked over go him and pressed my fingers to the red skin.

A new tattoo.

“Awe, a deer. That’s so cute” I smiled. He rolled his eyes. “Not a deer. It’s a doe you idiot” he chuckled. I froze before I looked back up at him connecting our eyes.

“What?” I breathed as I looked back down at the tattoo. My fingers moved over it. A small doe with small stars around it. It was on its hind legs reaching for a star. I swallowed as I felt my eyes start to water.

“Chris” I whispered looking at his arm, never wanting to look away from it. “Don’t cry, I wouldn’t have gotten it if I knew you were gonna cry” He chuckled. I reached up wiping my eyes.

“I’m not crying” I lied as I looked at it. He looked down at me with a small smile. I let his arm go and wrapped my arms around his shoulder, burring my face in his neck.

“I love you so much” I breathed. He wrapped his arm around my back as he held me against him. “I love you more than all the stars in the sky.” He whispered back.

I leaned back before pressing my lips to his and leaning back.

“I don’t know what my life would be if I had never met you” I breathed pressing my forehead against his. He smiled and reached up wiping the tears under my eyes.

“Thank god you’re so persistent then” He smiled before pressing his lips back down to mine.

6 months later

“How much stuff does one person need?” Nate groaned as he dropped another box on the floor. I pushed him once the box dropped. “Be careful!” I snapped before opening it and inspecting the damage.

I picked up the picture frame. It wasn’t broken. I sighed of relief before holding it to my chest. I turned to Nate. “Idiot” I snapped.

I’d been on edge all day. Who knew the whole moving process would be so stressful?

“Hey, be nice. He’s helping you” My dad said kicking open the door and setting down another box. Nate crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, God forbid I break one of your 20 pictures of you and Chris. I mean really how many pictures does one girl need of their boyfriend?” Nate glared at me.

“A lot” I motioned over to Sydney’s side of the room that had at least five, just on the dresser of her and Nate. Nate blushed and turned away.

“What’d I miss?” Sydney smiled as she opened the door. I looked between her and Nate. I looked up at my dad. “Can you get the last box from the car please?” I smiled. He sighed and nodded as exited the room.

“Ground rules” I stated walking over to her side of the bed. Sydney and Nate glanced at each other before looking back over to me.

I picked up a picture frame.

“If you’re kissing in the photo, it doesn’t go on public display” I cringed holding it out for Sydney. She sighed and grabbed it out of my hand. Nate smiled and shook his head.

“You are not allowed to come over on weekdays” I pointed at Nate. Nate glared at me. “Hey! What? How is that fair? This is my dorm too” Sydney stepped forward.

“He’s my brother! As much as I want to watch you canoodle in this 14x14 box that we live in, I don’t. Weekends are even pushing it” I said crossing my arms.

“That’s like two days” Nate argued. I shook my head. “How would you feel if I had a guy over every single day?” I asked Sydney. She raised her eyebrows as if to say ‘that would never happen’.

“If Chris was here you would” Sydney stated. My smile dropped and I turned away from her picking up more picture frames. You could feel the shift in energy.

They both looked at each other and sighed.

“Weekends got it” Sydney mumbled looking down at her feet. I narrowed my eyes at Nate as I stood back up. He rolled his eyes. “You’re the not the boss of me and you can’t tell me when to see my girlfriend” He stated.

“You’re 17, I can technically tell you to do anything.” I stated back. He opened his mouth to speak.

“I’ll tell dad about the time you fell off the roof from sneaking in from Sydney’s over the summer” I snapped before he could say anything.

He glared at me.

“You’re just mad because Chris is 12 hours away. Don’t take it out on my relationship” He snapped back. I took in a breath and looked out the window.

Silence filled the room.

“Hey” Sydney said. I looked over at her. “I get it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I appreciate you being cool with me…you know dating your brother and everything” She breathed looking over at Nate, who still wore an angry expression.

“But can Friday count as the weekend?” She smiled. I looked between them. Sydney smiled brightly at me.

“Fine. But don’t do anything weird” I pointed at her. She held her hands up. Sydney back up before looking back at Nate. Her phone buzzed before she looked down at it.

“Uh…hey Nate!” She said loudly. Nate looked over at her. “Do you mind..assisting me with the rest of my belongings?” She said glancing from me to him. I just watched them.

“What?” Nate said looking at her. She rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm. “Just come on” She groaned pulling him out of the room.

I sighed as I picked up the box off the floor and set it on my desk. I reached in and picked up each picture frame placing it strategically on my desk. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

I wish I could say that I’m taking this new long-distance thing well, but I’m not. After everything we’ve been through, I thought that I could do this. That it wouldn’t be hard for me.

Hell, he hasn’t been gone a week and I’m in pieces. I’ve tried not to think about it. Occupying most of my days planning out and picking out my dorm room decorations and watching wheel of fortune with my dad until he fell asleep.

The one thing I’d been putting off is printing out these pictures. I’d sat in my room placing them in the frames, tears running down my face.

I never wanted to be that girl. I mean Christ, he’s not dead. He’s just 12 hours away. 12 long traitorous hours away.

My thumb ran over a picture of me and Chris on graduation day. My smiling face pressed against his. He clearly didn’t want to be taking the photo, but I had forced him.

I sighed as I place it next to my mirror.

Chris is proud of me. Proud that I went where I wanted to go and proud that I pushed him where he wanted to go. It’ll all work out in the end. After all were us.

I heard a small knock on the door.

“Yeah?” I mumbled, my eyes still on the frame.

“I heard word that a very pretty lady was staying in this room, came to see for myself”

I turned around practically dropping the picture frame.

Chris smiled down at me with a box in his hand and a hat on his head.

“Chris!” I screamed running forward making him drop the box by his feet as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I squeezed him tight. This wasn’t real.

“Oh my god” I pulled on him tighter. “Hi baby” he chuckled as he held me. I pulled back taking his face in my hands.

“What—what are you doing here?” I shook my head smiling. He placed me back on my feet as he smiled down at me.

“What? You thought you were the only one moving in today?” He asked tilting his head. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What?” I whispered not understanding.

Nate, my dad, and Sydney walked through the room smiling. I held onto Chris, almost scared that he was going to disappear.

“What’s going on?” I smiled at them.

“It seems that transferring is way easier that I thought, especially since the school year hasn’t started yet” Chris mumbled against the top of my head. I looked up at him.

“What? What about Boston?” I shook my head. He shrugged. “They had a better program here. Plus I’d get to see your face everyday, can’t do that in Boston” He smiled down at me.

I looked at my dad.

“You knew about this?” I asked shaking my head. He smiled and shrugged. “We didn’t know for sure, we didn’t want to tell you before it was finalized” My dad shook his head.

I looked back at Chris.

“You go here?” I teared up.

“Go Spartans” He smiled.

I laughed before leaning up and pressed my lips against his.

“Gross” Nate mumbled. Sydney and my dad hit him at the same time. “Ow” Nate glared at them rubbing his arms.

“What was that thing about weekends again?” Sydney tilted her head. I glared at her. “Shut it” I smiled. She shook her head.

“Are you just gonna keep these things wherever you go?” Chris breathed as we laid in my bed. I looked over at him tearing my eyes from the ceiling. “Yeah. What about it?” I smiled. He shook his head smiling.

“Someone special gave them to me” I breathed as I looked up at the plastic stars on my ceiling. He sighed as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Chris?”

“Yes?”

I looked up at him and he smiled down at me.

“I didn’t want to pull you away from Boston. If you really wanted to go there, I would have been fine with that” I breathed quietly, feeling the guilt swarm in my chest.

"You know" He brushed a piece of hair out of my face. I just watched him. "As soon as I hit Boston ground, I knew I made a mistake leaving" He whispered.

"It was kind of like that gut feeling that.....you knew something was wrong" He shook his head. I laid my head against him as he spoke. "There's not a point for the rest of my life that I want to be more than five minutes away from you, unless you want me to be" He smiled down at me. I smiled at him.

"Plus the program here for my major is technically better" He smilled. I leaned up and kissed him softly.

"Are we gonna make it?" I whispered against his lips.

"There's not a doubt in my mind, princess"

THE END

AHHHH HEY GUYS! thank you so much for all of the love, support, and scary threats to update.....lol. I hope you loved the ending of this and you can imagine how you want how they go throughout their colleges years, etc.

I hope you loved this story and all the twists and turns and as always give me your thoughts on it. I love you guys.

Autumn 🧡

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azulpitlane · 4 months

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just pr part two I ln4

pairing: lando norris x ricciardo!reader summary: you are beginning to warm up to lando but it all comes crashing down when you overhear something you weren't suppose to, includes writing + smau notes: im back! hope you guys had a good holiday!! p.s if you sent requests i am working on them!! this one is pretty long but i tried to fit it all into one part warnings: a tiny tiny bit of smut, but barely anything part one, masterlist

"So when were you planning on tell me?" Your brother asked accusingly the moment you opened the door of your apartment. A few hours prior, you had called Lando and demanded for him to come over knowing Daniel was going to arrive soon and interrogate you and you refused to deal with this on your own. It was his idea in the first place.

"Um, lovely seeing you too Danny. Need help with your bags?"

"Don't give me the sarcasm right now y/n." You could tell he was genuinely agitated with your response and you sighed and opened the door to let him in. He quickly walked to your kitchen and saw Lando sitting there with a sheepish smile.

"Hey Daniel...how are you?" He immediately knew that was the wrong thing to say since he started stalking his way towards Lando.

"You motherf-"

"OKAY OKAY! Calm down Danny, just sit down and we'll talk." You fortunately were quick enough to stop him from getting to Lando. You gave him a stern look and though you were younger, Danny knew to listen to you when you gave him that look. He reluctantly sat in front of Lando while you sat yourself next to him.

"It's not what you think."

Daniel raised an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. "Oh, really? Because the pictures and the headlines seem to tell a different story."

Lando, always quick with a comeback, attempted to diffuse the tension. "Well, mate, you know how the media exaggerates everything."

Daniel's gaze shifted between the two of you, and he let out a sigh. "You're dating, aren't you?"

You nodded, feeling the weight of the admission. "It's complicated, Danny. We didn't plan for it to happen."

He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Complicated is an understatement. You're my sister, Y/n. And you," he pointed at Lando, "you're...Lando."

"I'm going to try and not be offended by that."

"You know what I mean. I just don't understand why you didn't tell me before."

"Well we're only two months into our relationship so we wanted to figure things out privately and decide if we were ready to fully commit to each other before telling people." You reciprocated the explanation that you and Lando made up an hour prior.

"And are you fully ready to commit to each other?"

You nudged Lando's thigh since Daniel was staring directly at him, expecting an answer from him.

"Yup. 100%."

Danny responded with a skeptical look, "That doesn't sound too convincing."

You gave Lando a harsher nudge, he was doing an awful job at making this convincing.

"Look, I know I haven't been perfect, but y/n she just...brings out a side of me that nobody else does. I know I should've spoke to you before making a move and I regret not doing so, but I don't regret y/n. And I don't regret that night when we first bumped into each other outside of the paddock," realizing his mistake he quickly added, "where we first admitted our feelings."

You glanced at Lando confused at the pause in his speech, but he avoided eye contact and kept his gaze at Daniel. You weren't sure if he was referring to the night you guys hooked up or if he was just trying to make the relationship believable. You then looked at your brother noticing his expression was softening, a part of you felt guilty for lying to him about this relationship so you quickly added an apology.

"We really are sorry you had to find out through social media, I wish we told you before those pictures were released, but there's no point in dwelling in it now. This relationship wasn't intentional, it just happened and we're serious about it." You said trying to talk as softly as possible to make it believable.

"I can't say i'm thrilled about this, but I forgive you guys. I was just angry at the moment because everybody was saying all these crazy things about my baby sister, and I was mad Lando was the reason behind it. But you guys are grown adults and can make your own decisions so whatever you think is best for your happiness, I will support it."

"Oh thank God." Lando grabbed your head and kissed it, you knew he was doing it to irritate you and you wanted nothing more than to smack him hand away but you just smiled and accepted his affection.

Daniel on the other hand, openly showed his disgust and quickly added, "Okay, don't push it."

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user THE HAND PLACEMENT OH LORD

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user what does she know🤨 user shes seen the photos of him with other girls i fear...

danielricciardo landonorris hand placement is a bit inappropriate no?

landonorris sorry mate... user she wasn't lying with the overprotective part😭 user daniel is in cockblocker mode

As soon as Danny left, you both quickly left each others embrace and went back to your usual snarky banter. He was quick to leave your apartment but before he could, you stopped him wanting to clear some things up.

"Okay so for this to work, we need a set of rules," Lando rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, "uh, no interruptions please, you can speak when I'm done." You could see him roll his eyes again, but kept his mouth shut nonetheless.

"Rule number one, no kissing in the lips, even in front of the cameras."

"That is so stupid, we alre-"

"What did I say? No speaking until I am done!"

"Bossy. I like this side of you." He smirked at you suggestively and you ignored that comment all together, not wanting to give the satisfaction of a reaction from you.

"Rule number two, no posting each other without permission. We must both approve of the post." He lazily nodded, not really caring about these rules.

"Rule number three, we cannot tell anybody, besides your team of course, that this is fake. I mean nobody, not even your close friends, we can't risk Danny finding out."

"Anything else, princess?"

"Chill with the affection, you were practically hogging me when we were with Daniel."

"You weren't complaining last week when you were under me."

You blushed and quickly used your hair to cover it. You guys hadn't talked about that night and you were trying your best to avoid the topic. It was a drunk mistake, that's it. It's not like either of you would do it again. Even if it was the best sex of your life, you would never admit that out loud.

"Shut up, that was a drunk, stupid mistake," His smirk fell and was replaced with an emotionless look, "rule number four, no talking about that night, got it?"

"Yeah, whatever, can I go now?"

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f1gossip Lando and Y/n in Paris today! The two just landed and are there with a few of Lando's friends. They confirmed their relationship a few weeks ago on instagram posts and sources say they've been together for a few months prior to the posts. Thoughts on the new couple?

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user its funny to think that he might be daniel's brother in law in the future lmfao

user idk about them... lando was just seen with other girls before their posts

user probably just friends chill user yeah fr, lando always says those other girls are just his friends

user honestly im happy he's finally settling for a nice girl, no more drama

user it couple

user omg they both love photography...imagine all the pictures they take of one another

user omg. i need to see y/n's camera roll🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️

user the all black fit >>>>>

user the girlfriend effect is starting already

user IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM (IM OBSESSED WITH THEM)

As you and Lando began the charade of a fake relationship, you couldn't shake off the feeling that this was going to be more complicated than you initially thought. The staged photos, the forced smiles, and the scripted interactions started to wear on you. But for the sake of your relationship with your brother, you pushed through. This is the first time you and Lando left Monaco together and he had dragged you to Paris for a few events he had. You were there with his friends so you had to keep up with your act practically all the time until you went to sleep.

"Wait, we're sharing a room?"

Lando raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, it's more convincing that way. We're a couple, remember?"

You sighed, realizing the extent of the relationship. "Fine, but no funny business. We stick to the rules."

He smirked, "You're no fun, princess."

You shot him a warning look, "I'm serious, Lando. This is for my brother's sake, not for our amusement."

He chuckled, "Alright, alright. No funny business. I promise."

You begrudgingly entered the room and noticed there was only one bed. You turned to him with a blank look on your face and he gave you an innocent smile, knowing you were pissed.

"Really, Lando? One bed?"

He shrugged, feigning innocence. "Oops, must be a mistake. But it's not like we haven't shared a bed before, right?"

You shot him a glare. "Rule number four."

"What?"

"Rule number four: no talking of the night that got us into this mess in the first place."

"Jesus, you weren't being serious about those rules?"

"Dead serious." You moved around him and got your pajamas from your suitcase to change in the bathroom.

"If I knew you were going to be this boring I would've fake dated someone else." He mumbled in response.

"I heard that!" You yelled from the bathroom.

"Yeah well you were meant to!" He sassily replied.

You came out of the bathroom bare faced and wearing a skimpy set consisting of a tight tank top and tiny shorts. If you knew you would be sharing a room with Lando you would've never packed this, but it was the only thing you had on you right now. You noticed Lando looking at you and you were expecting some sort of remark on your outfit but it never came. He just watched you with a look you could not name, you couldn't help but feel a little self conscious under his hard gaze. You opened your mouth to question him but you were interrupted by three knocks on the door. You quickly went to open it, wanting to get away from the sudden tension in the room.

"Hello! Room service here, may I step in?"

"Oh sure." You didn't even realize Lando had ordered anything while you were in the bathroom.

The man walked in and at that moment he seemed to notice your outfit for the first time and subtly looked you up and down. You felt uncomfortable but before anything else could be said Lando stepped in front of you and tipped the guy. He blushed knowing he was caught and quickly made his way out.

"Uhh what did you order?" You asked wanting to fill the weird silence in the room.

"Hot chocolate, it's uh for you." You gave him a questioning gaze and you didn't know if you were hallucinating but it looked like he was blushing. "Daniel mentioned something about you guys always sneaking out of bed to drink a cup of chocolate before sleeping when you were younger and you had an insane amount of chocolate when I went over to your apartment so I'm guessing you still do it."

You couldn't help but smile at the memory he mentioned. It was a tradition you and Daniel had when you were kids, sneaking out of bed to share a cup of hot chocolate before sleeping. It was a comforting routine that continued into your teenage years. The fact that Lando remembered and went through the trouble of ordering it made you soften towards him, at least for a moment.

"Wow, you actually remembered that?" You chuckled, feeling a bit nostalgic.

Lando scratched the back of his head, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, well, I thought it might help make this whole pr thing a bit more bearable. Plus, I know you love it."

You sighed, realizing that maybe there was more to Lando than just the cocky and flirtatious exterior he presented. "Thanks, Lando. That was...unexpectedly sweet."

He shrugged, trying to downplay it. "Well, don't get used to it. It's a one-time thing. Im gonna uh get in the shower now."

You nodded and he left you alone with your thoughts, you couldn't shake off the mixed emotions swirling within you. This fake relationship was becoming more complicated by the day, but there were moments, like this one, that blurred the lines between acting and reality. You couldn't deny that there was a connection between you and Lando, even if it was born out of necessity. You sat on the bed and picked up a book to stop your overthinking, it was just a cup of chocolate. No big deal.

Lando came out of the shower and was faced with an empty cup and you knocked out on the bed. He picked up your book and marked the page you left off on before placing it on the bedside table. He grabbed a pillow and blanket and got comfortable on the small couch in the room before he drifted off into sleep.

The next morning you woke up before Lando and quickly noticed he was not sleeping in the bed next to you. You felt bad seeing him cramped in the small couch across from the bed and you mentally kicked yourself for falling asleep before you could volunteer to take the couch, he was the one that paid after all. You got up and silently approached him, he looked so peaceful and you thought about how chivalrous his gesture was. You knew there was more to him than his arrogant persona, but you were surprised he was letting you see a part of the real him after all this time.

"I know I'm attractive but watching me sleep is a little creepy don't you think?" He said suddenly while keeping his eyes closed.

There was that arrogance.

"Oh you're awake? There goes my opportunity to strangle you in your sleep."

"Kinky girl."

"Just shut up and get up, we have a lot to do."

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You were shocked when none of Lando's friends joined you two today seeing as you were exploring the city. Once he had told you they wanted to do their own thing, you expected for him to go back to his cocky self since there was nobody around, but he constantly kept a hold on your hand, gave you his jacket when you got cold, and even helped with your photography.

You had brought your camera in hopes to capture some good pictures of the city of love and he helped by giving you some ideas. You were confused by his kind behavior since you guys kept a low profile and weren't recognized by anybody as you walked around. You didn't mind this side of Lando though and appreciated this personality before he became a cocky jerk again.

"Did your team tip off any paparazzi anywhere that I should be aware of?" You asked thinking maybe there was someone watching.

"Uh no actually. I asked for a calm day before we go to the event later tonight. That's where all the photographers will be."

"Huh, so you're telling me you organized this whole day yourself?" You asked slowly not understanding why his team would set up a day in Paris with just you two without exposure to it.

Lando grinned mischievously, "Well, I thought we could use a break from the chaos. Plus, Paris is a beautiful city, and it seemed like a waste not to explore it properly."

You raised an eyebrow, still skeptical of his sudden change in behavior. "And you're not going to pull some elaborate prank or reveal that this was all a setup?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No pranks, no setups. Just a day to enjoy the city and each other's company. Is that so hard to believe?"

Considering Lando's usual antics, it was indeed hard to believe. However, you decided to go along with it, enjoying the unexpected break from the scripted events and staged moments.

As you continued exploring the streets of Paris, Lando pointed out interesting landmarks, shared anecdotes about his previous visits, and even suggested some hidden gems for your photography. The day unfolded in a surprisingly genuine and enjoyable manner.

At a quaint café, Lando insisted on treating you to a cup of coffee, saying, "Consider it a thank you for putting up with my chaotic world for the past few days."

You couldn't help but smile, finding this side of Lando surprisingly endearing. "You're not so bad when you're not trying to be a pain, you know?"

He winked, "I'll take that as a compliment."

The two of you strolled along the Seine River, taking in the iconic sights of Paris. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, and you couldn't resist capturing the moment with your camera.

As you snapped a few pictures, Lando leaned in and whispered, "You know, you're not so bad either, princess."

You rolled your eyes, but there was a warmth in your chest that you couldn't deny. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to this fake relationship than meets the eye.

The day passed in a blur of laughter, shared moments, and a surprising connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing hour. It was a side of Lando you hadn't expected, and you found yourself enjoying his company without the pressure of the public eye.

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As Lando mentioned, you were going to make appearance at the PSG game which you actually were excited for since you were a big football fanatic. You both changed and met up with his friends in the lobby before heading out again. The game was going great and you had even met some of the guys' girlfriends and befriended them rather quickly. After being surrounded by men the whole trip, you were glad to have some women around you to socialize with. You then all made plans as a group to go to an after-party to celebrate the teams win.

The party was huge, there were even some PSG players there and you were suddenly glad you chose a nice outfit to go to the game with, not wanting to feel underdressed.

As the night wore on, Lando pulled you aside again, away from the bustling crowd. "Having fun, princess?"

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, surprisingly. Your friends are great dancers, by the way."

He grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, we're a talented bunch. But you're the best dancer here."

You laughed, not expecting the compliment. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Lando."

He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "I don't know about that. Flattery seems to be working quite well tonight."

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the blush that threatened to surface. "Smooth talker."

"Only to you." He replied and he stepped closer to tug a piece of hair behind your ear. You became aware of his proximity and couldn't help to feel your heart start racing. You instinctively put your hands on his shoulder as he looked down on your lips. You felt yourself leaning in before something caught your eye over his shoulder, a camera. Someone was filming, that's why he was acting like this. You don't know why the idea made you a little sad, so you snapped out of it and turned your head so his lips landed on your cheek. His eyes were filled with confusion, weren't you just leaning in too? Did you not feel the spark that ignited between you two today?

“No kissing. Even on camera, remember?” You said sadly then rejoined the girls as he stood there confused.

You spent the rest of the night separately until the girls decided they were tired. You volunteered to go look for the boys and as soon as you stepped outside through the backdoor you heard Lando’s voice.

“I mean we just started and I’m already regretting it. Its just so hard to be around her, she has all these rules that im technically breaking by telling you,”

Your heart dropped realizing he was talking about you. You stopped listening, not wanting to hear the rest because you knew it would only hurt. You realized how much you were beginning to like Lando thinking you could get through the constant facade he has, but after hearing his words you were starting to think it wasn’t a facade. He was just mean. You began to wonder if all the other snarky and rude remarks he made weren’t sarcasm, but the real way he felt about you.

You went back inside, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, and saw the rest of the girls had reunited with their boyfriends so you assured them they could leave and you were just waiting for Lando. With teary eyes you made your way to the small bar and ordered a water.

As you sat at the bar, nursing your water, you couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within you. The revelations from Lando's words had left you feeling hurt and confused. You had let your guard down, allowed yourself to enjoy the night, and now it seemed like it was all a part of some elaborate act.

“Not having a good time?”

You looked up and were slightly starstruck to see Kylian Mbappe sitting next to you.

“Um no not anymore, unless youre the host of this party! Then im having a blast.”

He laughed at your comment and you blushed in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, it's not my party. Why are you alone?"

"I'm just waiting for my friends, they're outside."

"Hm, so why aren't you outside with them...?"

"Y/n." You replied knowing he was subtly asking. "But I just uh needed some water," you said quickly trying to think of an excuse.

"Y/n's a beautiful name, I'm Kylian."

"Oh I know." He raised his eyebrows at your response but before he could say anything else Lando had appeared out of nowhere. He gave you a tight lipped smile and put his arm around your waist after seeing who you were talking to.

"Kylian! It's good to see you mate, sorry to interrupt but we were just heading out." He said as he used his other hand to shake Kylian's.

Kylian reciprocated the handshake with a friendly smile, though his eyes flickered with curiosity at the sudden appearance of Lando.

"No problem at all," Kylian replied, glancing between you and Lando. "Nice meeting you, Y/n. Enjoy the rest of the night."

You nodded, a bit flustered by the unexpected attention from both men. "You too, Kylian. Maybe catch you at another party."

As Kylian excused himself, you turned your attention to Lando, who still had his arm around your waist. His grip felt possessive, and you couldn't help but shoot him a questioning look.

"What was that about?" you asked, a hint of irritation in your voice.

Lando's gaze flickered between you and the direction Kylian had walked off. "Just making sure everything's alright. I noticed you talking to him."

"It's not like I was in distress. We were just having a casual conversation." You replied before being dragged away by Lando and seeing his friend, Romeo, trail behind you too. Ahh so that's who he was talking to.

Lando raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly defensive. "Casual conversation, huh? Seemed more than that."

The ride home was quiet, none of you knowing what to say after your almost kiss and hearing him talk about you. You thought about the situation the whole ride to the hotel and were getting angrier by the second, he was the one that suggested this idea and now he was regretting it? And worst of all, why was he talking to others about this and not you?

"As soon as you got to your room your thoughts were interrupted by Lando's voice, "What if someone had taken pictures? Do you know how bad that would look on your part? Flirting with other men while in a relationship with me."

You rolled your eyes and defended yourself, "I was not flirting with him."

"That's not what it looked like to me." He said with a hard tone.

"Why do you care? We're not really dating."

"Oh I know, you remind me any time you can, but we're doing this for the sake of your reputation too."

"As if you cared about me and maybe I remind you all the time because in reality I would never date an asshole like you." You answered bitterly as you moved around the room trying to get yourself ready for bed.

Lando followed your movements and gave you a hurt yet irritated look, "An asshole, huh? That's what you think of me?"

"Yeah."

"You know, you're no prize either! You only think of yourself that you fail to see the obvious." Responded with clear frustration in his voice.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

Lando's frustration boiled over as he paced around the room. "It means you're so caught up in your own world that you don't see beyond your own nose. You're oblivious to what's happening around you. I'm trying here, more than you can understand."

You scoffed, not buying into his sudden change in tone. "Oh please, spare me the act. You're the one regretting this whole thing, talking about it with your friends, and then acting possessive when I talk to someone else? What game are you playing, Lando?"

He looked at you in confusion, "When did I say I regretted..." Realization hit him as he remembered the events from earlier that day, "you heard me talking to Romeo. No, no you don't understand, it's just... more complicated than I thought."

You crossed your arms, not willing to let him off the hook that easily. "Complicated? Enlighten me."

Lando hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I didn't expect... I didn't expect to care, alright? But spending time with you, even in this ridiculous situation, it's messing with my head. And it's not just about the reputation, it's... something else."

You raised an eyebrow, "Something else? Care to elaborate?" You asked with attitude.

He groaned, having enough with your sassy tone, and before you knew it, your back was getting pushed into the wall as Lando trapped you with his arms on the side of your head. You got flashbacks of the party as you looked up at his face that was only centimeters away from yours.

"You're so frustrating y/n. I told Romeo I regretted this because it's so hard to be around you when all I think about is the night I fucked you." You sucked a breath in, shocked by his bold statement. He brought one of his hand down to your jaw and traced his thumb on your bottom lip. "I have to hold myself back when I'm around you, you have completely fucked with my head, it's so infuriating."

"Then...then why did you agree to this whole fake dating thing?" You asked, almost whispering.

He chuckled and replied, "I didn't have to agree to it. It was my idea." Your eyes filled with confusion, remembering he had told you it was his team's idea, "I suggested it so I could get another chance to get a taste of you. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you haven't thought of that night we had sex." He asked with a gaze full of lust and frustration.

You could feel your walls crumbling down at his seductive tone and close proximity. You shook your head and weakly responded, "I can't."

He smirked at you before taking one of your hands in his own and moving it to his hardened cock.

"This enough elaboration for you?" He asked with a cocky tone. You could feel yourself getting wet and had enough of his teasing. You moved your hands to his face and brought it to your own. The kiss was messy and full of built up frustration and anger, a perfect combination to your relationship.

As the passionate kiss continued, you found yourself getting lost in the moment, forgetting the complications and frustrations that had filled the air just moments ago. Lando's lips moved against yours with a mixture of intensity and tenderness, creating a whirlwind of emotions within you.

Eventually, he pulled away, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. Your breath was heavy, and the room felt charged with tension. Lando's fingers traced the outline of your jaw, and he spoke in a low, husky voice, "I can't keep pretending, y/n. This is more than just a pr stunt for me."

Conflicting emotions swirled within you. On one hand, you couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry and connection you shared with Lando. On the other hand, the complications and rules that had governed your fake relationship loomed in the background.

"I don't even know what this is anymore," you admitted, your voice shaky.

Lando leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Maybe it's time we stop pretending and figure it out together. No more rules, no more faking."

As you looked into his eyes, you saw a vulnerability that you hadn't expected. It was as if the arrogant facade he had meticulously maintained was crumbling, revealing the real Lando beneath.

"Can we even do that?" you wondered aloud.

Lando smiled, a genuine and sincere expression that took you by surprise. "I want to try, y/n."

You sighed, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. "What about the paparazzi, the public, and your career?"

"I don't care about any of that if it means I can be with you," he confessed, his gaze unwavering.

With a tentative smile, you nodded, realizing that maybe that maybe you can trust Lando after all.

As the night continued, you had deja vu to the night that got you and Lando in this position in the first place, except this time he was gentler and made you feel special.

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꒦꒷ enhypen ! and your infamous ship with them<3

idol-ot7!enhypen x idol-fem!reader .. fluff .. no warnings<3 not proofread!!

read pt.1 here!! — since you all liked it<3

ε ї з — heeseung

as if his heart eyes for you at the interview weren’t enough, heeseung started talking about you a lot in his lives, which only adds to your fan’s delusions.

he’d go on and talk about his day in his lives when all of a sudden he’d turn on some music and the first song he’d pick would be one of your songs.

“this song is so good, i listen to it almost every day, this artist y/n is really talented i really love her songs” he’d say with a big smile.

and oh, this is definitely not the end, he’d also go on and rant about the first time meeting you and tell them about those times when you bumped into each other, as if he’s telling his best friend about a new crush he has.

“i was walking down the aisle when i accidentally bumped into her, she was in a bit rush so she apologized quickly and ran away, it was so funny i didn’t know what to do” he’d giggle, “after that she saw me again and even got me a snack, that’s cute”

with delusional fans, comes the delusional tweets of fans, and the conspiracies about heeseung having a crush too (which might be true)

“if i wasn’t so sure before, now im more than 100% sure that this boy is having a crush on her, and i’m all in for it!!”

ε ї з — jay

a week after the valentine’s day story blew up, jay went on a live again, just casually talking with his fans that he loves and appreciates so much.

jay was ranting about a cake his mom made him,and explained how cool the design she did looked, to the point where he actually took his phone and scrolled through his gallery to show them a picture.

usually, when idols show their phones on lives or such, they’d turn off their notifications, only this time jay was so into it that he forgot to do it.

at the same time you, being the good old friend you are, responded to a text he sent you a few minutes ago, even before he started the live.

as he was showing his picture on his phone to the fans he also got a notification from you, it was a matter of a few seconds for fans to realize your contact name, and a few seconds for jay to realize he’s doomed.

jay tried to laugh it off but it was too late. now even those who didn’t ship you two and had doubts about it are left speechless.

“i admit i didn’t believe the valentine’s day story and their ship, but now knowing they text each other and probably do every day too? YES!!”

ε ї з — jake

your old meet up with jake was actually filmed for a short vlog, you both work under the same company so it was pretty common to meet up and get it filmed.

a few days after the scandal blew up, a really short vlog of the both of you got released.

fans rushed to watch it and see any clue of jake since it was rumored he was going to be there. the short film got around 100k+ in no time!

fans felt like swooning whenever they watched your interactions, you and jake even spoke in english, considering the fact that you both are foreigners and feel comfortable speaking in english.

jake never looked more shy than when he was literally standing next to you, holding his signed album and just waiting for the right moment to give it to you.

if you’d ask any fan that watched this short vlog, they’d probably tell you they’re 100% sure that something is up with the both of you. the way that he looked at you was something fans never saw before, and the way that you looked at him was as if you finally got to talk with your crush after years of crushing over him.

“i NEVER thought i’d be able to see both of my ults in one frame together!! i bet you a million dollars that they’re dating and fight me if they’re not!! it seemed like they tried to hide it but it looked too overact”

ε ї з — sunghoon

everyone’s favorite ambassadors!! your couple photoshoot got so famous that even people who never heard of the two of you refused to believe you’re not dating.

on your first photoshoot together, you and sunghoon did some funny tiktok challenges that got super famous to the point that people started making edits out of them.

ever since then, each time you’d see each other you’d make a tiktok together, wether it’s a dance challenge or just a very trendy tiktok hence, it wasn’t such a surprised that enhypen’s tiktok account and your tiktok account was filled with tiktoks of the both of you together.

fans brought up new conspiracies of the both of you going on short dates and filming tiktoks together, a whole new chaos was created.

if you thought these tiktoks were enough then think again because not only your tiktok was filled with the both of you, but you also made sure to take many many photos and post it on instagram.

i think out of all ships, yours and sunghoons shippers are being fed so well honestly and they never ever complain about it.

“i never heard about these two until i saw their photoshoots!! you can’t tell me they’re not dating?? and we get too many contents of them two im fully convinced they’re just dropping hints”

ε ї з — sunoo

new years awards came in fast, and all fans were looking forward to collab stages, it was rumored that a lot of 3rd gen and 4th gen are going to perform together, but fans never ever expected you and sunoo to be on one stage together.

him dancing to your performance in one award got so famous that fans even made memes about it, like “me when my favorite song is playing in one store” and more!

the thing is, this stage included only you and him, which made the fans go even more crazy. you and sunoo? on one stage? all alone? fans hoped so bad for that and it happened.

you and sunoo ate the performance, it included a lot of skinship and difficult moves that even fans who tried to cover the collab stage complained about it being really hard.

a stage between a female idol and male idol isn’t something that’s very popular lately (sadly!!!) so it was such a surprise that you and sunoo actually did it.

king and queen of kpop confirmed! your new ship nickname was formed in no time and other fans who watched your stage was mesmerized by how good you two look together.

“IM GOING CRAZY RN!! sunoo and y/n, boyfriend and girlfriend on one stage AND THEY ATE THAT PERFORMANCE!! imagine being on stage with your partner they’re so iconic for that!!”

ε ї з — jungwon

as weeks went by with you and jungwon being MCs, fans got used to see the both of you together every week, it became a routine for them to open their laptop and stream your live, they’ll always find the time to watch the two of you.

when your contract ended, fans were devastated and didn’t want to move on, they even considered to stop watching the show without having the two of you.

even in your last day, you and jungwon looked so sad and unmotivated which made fans even more sad than before. the memories you created will always stay in the show’s history and fans’ hearts.

i guess both of your fans got super lucky because your companies were smart enough to sign the both of you up to a new variety show!!

new content of the both of you together?? in one variety show?? your fans can’t be thankful enough honestly.

fans were going mad watching the both of you being too comfortable around each other, basically doing everything together and staying really close to each other.

“anyone else waiting for them to accidentally expose their relationship on this variety show? come on!! its too obvious they’re dating!!”

ε ї з — riki

ever since that time the both of you met accidentally, the coffee shop became super famous, mostly people who waits to catch the both of you together are going there.

ever since then, fate has its own ways of getting to you, and each time you’re going to buy coffee in local stores, you happen to see him too.

you once uploaded a photo of your coffee to your weverse account and fans noticed a very familiar figure, who just happened to upload a photo of his coffee with you in the background.

and if that wasn’t enough, you were caught by fans together in the same place and this time, even shared a really long conversation. it became a usual thing for the both of you to meet up whenever you’re off to buy coffee, as if you know where to go if you want to meet up.

fans refuse to believe that this is all a coincidence since the evidences are always there, you’ve been seen around each other too many times, even in photos you yourself uploaded.

at one point you just decided to upload a photo together and tease your fans a bit, and it actually worked because the next day you became trending as the coffee couple.

“coffee couple has done it again! do you think their dates must have coffee in it? like what if they go to watch a movie? popcorn and coffee? anyways im fully convinced they’re always planning it and we’re just here to watch”

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 1 - The Seal in the Bar

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*the GIF belongs to @unicornships , but I found it on Pinterest for some reason*

A/N: So here we are! I am absolutely blown away by the response that my teaser generated, holy shit! And because you all seem to love Bear as much as I do, and because you crazy people have brought me to over 100 followers in 2 days, I figured that I would release Part 1 sooner than I planned!

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death (kill count and maybe a few other things), Jake being a flirt (which is it’s own warning)

Word Count: 2.5k

Read on Wattpad or AO3

Teaser >> Part 2

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It was a miserable day when Jake walked into the Hard Deck. Training had been canceled due to shit weather and no matter how much of a workout he had had earlier, he was still as nervous as a scared cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The weather wasn’t helping either. It had been raining nearly all day, letting up for maybe 20 minutes at a time before it came pouring down again. Climate change was a serious concept, but right now it was fucking with his plans and his job and Jake very much wanted it to stop. Taking a quick glance around, he saw that there were a few patrons in the bar, mostly older men just sitting and drinking in near silence, the jukebox playing some classic rock song just loud enough to be heard. He had promised to meet Coyote here around 5 and seeing as he was early, Jake went ahead to order a drink. “Hey Penny.”

“Hangman,” Penny replied with a smile. “Your usual?”

“Nah, not drinking tonight. Too antsy. Just a water and Javy’s usual, thanks.” The blond glanced around the room as Penny went to grab his drinks and his eyes fell on a woman sitting quietly in the corner of the room, silently watching each and every person in the bar with an almost clinical gaze. His curiosity got the better of him and Jake grabbed his order before making his way over to the corner table. “That seat taken?” He asked with his usual sly grin on his face.

The woman glanced up at him, eyes flicking over him quickly before quirking a brow. “And what if it was?” she replied coolly, a narrow gaze pinning him to the spot. She took a sip of the drink in front of her, eyes never leaving his face.

“Well I’d like to think that I’d be better company than your imaginary friend here,” Jake said, trying to regain his footing. The woman was intimidating; sharp eyes that seemed to never miss a thing and a face that he recognized as one he made when the weariness hit on occasion.

“Is that painful for you, Flyboy? The thinking?”

Jake was taken aback by her snark. Normally he’d respond, fire an insult of two back, but he kept his mouth shut for once, watching for even just a flicker of emotion on the woman’s face. But there wasn’t any. She just looked bored. So Jake did something that he would almost never do, he walked away, set his drinks down on a table near the door and waved Javy down when his friend walked in.

A few drinks later and the bar had begun to fill with people. Other Daggers had popped up, joining Jake and Coyote and Jake was relieved to fall back into his cocky pilot facade he used in public. It was only when he went back up to the bar some hours later to grab another round for the group that he saw her again. “Grab another round, Penny?”

“Give me just a minute, Hangman.” Penny gave him a nod and a smile before adding ice to a cup for someone else and handing it off.

“Hangman huh?” A voice near him spoke up. A quick turn and there stood the woman from earlier. This time however, she was standing up, and he admired the tone and definition of her arm under the tight black shirt she wore. “Must be military then.”

“What gave it away?” He asked, glancing over at his friends before looking back at her.

A sharp grin. “Maybe the fact that you hang out with guys named ‘Coyote’ and ‘Payback’. That, and you just have the look about you,” she finished, taking a swig of her drink.

“You got it right, sweetheart,” Jake flirted, leaning his forearms on the bar and turning to look at her. “One of the best in the room.”

Bear knew that there was a gleam in her eye. God, she loved shooting cocky men down and watching them run back to their friends, tails tucked between their legs. But something about this Hangman made her curious and she didn’t yet know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. “Is that so? So what makes a fly-boy like you better than most people in the room?” she asked, giving him a teasing look.

A grin crossed Jake’s face and he was so sure that he was in. “Attended Top Gun twice, two confirmed air-to-air kills, plus my good looks and endless amounts of good ole-fashioned Southern charm, sweetheart.”

“Wow. Two whole kills all by yourself? That’s pretty impressive,” Bear nodded, schooling her face so as to not burst out laughing. “Little ole me only has about 60 confirmed kills, but I’m sure it’s much more difficult in a plane.”

Jake, who had been grabbing the beer bottles from Penny, froze. “I’m sorry, 60?”

“Yup, all by myself too.” The mocking slipped free and the smirk on her face was wide and dangerous.

“Who are you?” He asked, concern flooding over his face. Jake knew that the look on his face was one of pure shock, and holy shit was he both terrified and turned on at the thought of this woman being far more dangerous than he was.

Bear grinned, finishing her drink and pulling her wallet out to pay. “Take a guess,” she replied.

“Well I was going to say one hell of a pilot, but I would have heard of you if you were a Navy pilot.”

“Maybe I’m Air Force,” she teased as she watched the conflicting emotions cross Hangman’s face.

“Nuh uh. No way.” Jake shook his head immediately in disgust. “There’s no way you’re Chair Force, not a chance.”

“Like you Navy boys don’t also sit in chairs,” came the retort. “But you are right, I’m not, as you put it, Chair Force.”

“So who are you?” He asked, ignoring the barb thrown his way and pausing to look at her. “You aren’t a pilot, that’s for damn sure, so who and what are you?”

“Bagman! What the hell is taking so long?” A shout came from over by the pool tables.

Rolling his eyes, Jake turned and yelled back “Jus’ wait a damn minute!” Looking back at the woman beside him, Jake nodded for her to tell him.

“Seals,” she replied. “Navy Seal Team Three.”

His green eyes widened in surprise. “I didn’t know that there were women in the Seals.”

“Not many. Less than 3% to be exact.” There was pride in her voice and Bear knew that. She had worked incredibly hard to be taken seriously during training and even now as the Commander of Seal Team Three, working in the Middle East and Southwest Asia. Her skills were necessary for the survival of her team and herself. Plus putting damn near three years into the US Navy Sniper School made it very clear just how dangerous she was and could be.

“Okay…umm…wow. I jus’…wow.” Jake was in awe, right here in front of him was a woman who was both badass and hot as hell, and the best part? She didn’t back down and made him work for every step. “That’s seriously badass. Why haven’t I heard about you or any of the others?”

“Cause we’re usually kept secret. If enemy states know that there are women on the teams, then we have targets on our backs. But I can tell you, because no one will believe you,” Bear smirked before continuing, “And yeah, I know it’s pretty badass. I worked hard for it. Just like you did for your two kills.” And with a wink, she walked off, disappearing into the crowd near the bar, leaving Jake speechless.

He made his way back to the pool tables, beers in hand and a shocked look on his face. Once he set the bottles down, Jake looked up and began to glance around for any sign of the Seal he had been speaking to. “Who you lookin’ for?” Coyote asked, stepping up next to him.

“A Navy Seal.”

Coyote did a double take. Swallowing his drink, he asked “Did you just say a Navy Seal? Where the hell did you find one of those?”

“Up at the bar not even five minutes ago.”

“The fuck you doin’ chattin’ up a Navy Seal?” Coyote was looking at him like he was crazy. “Don’t they like have three dozen ways to murder you with a rusty spoon?”

“Probably. But she was hot. And seemed to be interested, so who knows if I’ll be a rusty spoon victim,” Jake replied. Not so deep down he was hoping that he’d get the chance to see her again, but stumbled over the sudden realization that he didn’t know her name. Well, that would be a problem for the next time. Turning back to the group, Jake found them watching him with curious looks. “What?”

“Next time that Seal comes back,” Phoenix told him, “Make sure she says hi. I want to know whose ass to protect when you wind up dead in a back alley.”

“Et tu, Nix?” Jake gaped at her, mimicking a pearl-clutching older woman before his face fell back into its usual cocky grin. “You’ll meet her, and you’ll regret saying that.”

Phoenix laughed. “I’ve got the power of being a woman on my side. Bet she doesn’t often get the chance to chat about her experience as a woman in the Navy with someone who understands,” she replied with a shrug. “Now are we playing or what?”

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’. Keep your shirt on,” Jake drawled, setting his drink down and grabbing the pool cue from her outstretched hand. “Ready?”

“Fuck yeah.” A sharp grin from Phoenix had him smirking and if he spent the night trying to beat her, that was no one’s business but his own.

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Training the next day was brutal. Maverick was clearly playing catch up from missing a day of training and he was making everyone hurt. “Come on Hangman, you’ll have to do better than that!” Phoenix had teased over the headset. “Gotta improve your skills or the hot Seal lady won’t be impressed!”

Jake rolled his eyes, knowing that everyone on the ground listening would hear him if he replied. So he stayed quiet, pulling the throttle up allowing him to go up and over Phoenix and Bob to try and lock on, but failed when Phoenix rolled out of the way. She led them in a chase across the sky, neither plane being ‘hit’, but neither pilot lost.

“What the hell was that?” Bob asked when they landed. “Where did you guys find a Navy Seal?”

Phoenix chuckled, “Bagman found her at the bar last night. He’s smitten.” Having landed back on the airstrip and taxiing it back towards its storing bay with the other Dagger aircraft, she unclipped herself from the harness and jumped down only to be met by Hangman standing right behind her. “Jesus fuck!” She yelled, right as Bob shouted “What the shit man?”

“Nothin’. Jus’ creepin’. Wanted to freak you out a bit,” he said with a shrug and a mischievous grin crossing his face.

“Asshole.”

“That’s me Nix, that’s me.” And Jake wandered off in the direction of the classroom to hear what Mav had to say.

Bob hopped down and watched him walk off. “You think he’s aware that a Navy Seal has standards?”

Phoenix snorted. “Unlikely. But maybe that’s why he’s trying to sneak around here so he can impress her. I won’t tell him that sneaking up on a Seal is a death sentence.” She pulled her helmet off, tucking it under her arm. “C’mon Bobert, let's get ripped into by Mav.”

“If you’re not telling, I’m not telling,” Bob replied with his own grin. “And do we have to? I’d much rather stay here where it’s somewhat safe with my ego intact, thank you.”

“Right? I would too if Mav wouldn’t send out a search party to find us,” she quipped. “Come on, better late than never.”

“I think the Seal would disagree with you.” But he followed Natasha anyway, trying not to drag his heels to avoid what he was sure would be the telling off of his life.

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Unsurprisingly, Bear was also on base. After all, this was the only Navy base on Coronado Island, so it made sense that all Navy personnel would be stationed together. What she wasn’t expecting was to run into a pair of Navy pilots as she walked back to her car. “Watch it,” she grumbled, shouldering her way past the man and woman.

“There are Seals on this base?”

“Might want to get your eyes checked there, cause I’m not in-fucking-visible,” she retorted.

“Hold up, sorry. Are you the Seal that Bagman spent half of last night talking about?” The man asked in a quiet voice.

Softening her approach just a smidge, Bear turned and nodded. “I am. Something you wanted to ask?”

“No, not at all. Just curious as to who got our precious Bagman all shook up,” the woman replied, before extending a hand to shake. “I’m Phoenix, this is Bob.”

“Good to meet you. I’m Bear.”

“Bear?” The woman known now as Phoenix asked, confusion crossing her face. “How’d you get that?”

Bear grinned. “Show me yours, I’ll show you mine?” She offered, eyes flicking to the tall quiet man who stood awkwardly off to the side. “I don’t bite, Bob. Not unless you want me to,” she added with a wink.

Bob flushed, and shook his head. “Pretty sure I’d get punched.”

Bear gave him a look. “We’ll revisit that later, but continuing on. You were saying Phoenix?”

With a reluctant sigh, Phoenix explained how she’d had to make an emergency landing when her engines caught fire, resulting in a fiery tail across the sky. “Bird on fire, Phoenix. Same difference.”

The other woman chuckled to herself. “That’s a good one. Bear is because I’m cranky as fuck when I get up in the morning,” she told them.

Bob grinned at her explanation. “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, but that is great.”

“I should be heading off. Lots of meetings tomorrow and all, but it was good to meet you both. Maybe I’ll see you around.” With a wave, Bear headed back to her car. “Oh, and one last thing, if it ever gets out to Hangman you met me, don’t tell him my name. He has to work for that one,” she said loudly, turning to walk backwards.

“Sounds like a plan,” Phoenix called back, giving her a quick wave. Quietly to Bob, she whispered “Bagman is in for an uphill climb if he wants to even have a chance with her.”

“I know,” Bob whispered back. “It’s going to be great.”

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A/N: So many thanks to @startrekfangirl2233, @dakotakazansky, and @sarahsmi13s for being the most incredible beta readers ever! I love you all so much!

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muneca-lemon-steppa · 5 months

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Mooooo ! I love you so much bby 💕 my I request one with Alfie with the touch starved prompts “you never have to earn my affection-not now, not ever” and “I’m never more at peace than when I’m in yours arms”? Thank you lovely❤️❤️

My baby girl!!!!!!! Ugh thank you so much for sending this in. Did my heart ache writing this? Yes. Did my stomach hurt? Also yes. Am I sorry for it? NO. WE DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR EMO HOURS IN THIS HOUSE. Hehehe Anyway I love ya so much I hope you enjoyyyyyy.

100 Follower Celebration: Your Love is Enough

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

There were many perks that came with being Alfie's woman. While there was certainly a good deal of danger lurking around, there was an undeniable air of safety you had due to all the eyes watching. You got access to all the hot goings on around the city. You lived comfortably. And above all, you got to love Alfie Solomons fully and purely and unabashed. There was only one downside really... the talk.

It was no secret that you were significantly younger than Alfie. It was something you and Alfie never shied away from and didn't feel a need to. Regardless of any age difference, you and Alfie understood each other on a cosmic level, a way no one else could. You loved him with your whole heart and soul and Alfie would burn down the world if you asked him to. You were one. And anyone who truly knew you and Alfie knew that this was true love. That this was the type of love and devotion that epics were written about and empires crumbled over. But there were always going to be people who didn't know. Always going to be people who didn't understand.

You were perusing fabric patterns in the shop down the street one early afternoon, looking for the final pattern to add to a quilt you were making for Ollie's soon to be born first child. You delicately touched the cotton blends along an aisle, imagining how it would look along the squares you had already picked, taking mental note as to what was available.

"I just cannot imagine what he sees in her. I mean... she is a child isn't she?"

Your ears perked up to the tone. It was Mrs. Vorsed from down the corner, the one you waved to every morning without even a smile in return. Another voice responded, "You know how men are. They just want a little toy to play house with until they find a wife."

Who on earth could they be talking about?

"Mr. Solomons needs a real woman in his home. My Portia knows what it means to be a lady of the house, and knows her place. I mean that girl he is shacked up with... I can hear her shouts and laughter from down the street! What does she know about keeping a home, much less keeping a man?"

A snicker erupts, "Well I'm sure she won't last long. He'll tire of her eventually when he realizes what he truly needs. Then Portia can swoop right in!"

The cackles fade away with the sharp chops of heavy footed steps. Despite your efforts, the knot in your throat never went down. You lungs refused to take in breath as the words spun in your mind. How could they say those things so confidently? They didn't even know you. They never even stepped foot into the house, how could they know how you keep it? Alfie never said more than a good morning to Mrs. Vorsed. How could they know anything about you or Alfie? Yet their words kept spinning and spooling around in your mind. What if... what if they were right?? What if people saw something that you couldn't see? What if you had deluded yourself into thinking that Alfie was truly happy and in love with you? What if he was unhappy but didn't want to tell you out of duty. It all became too much in your chest, and you left the store without your fabric, but the weight of the world on your chest.

That evening Alfie could not wait to get home to you. Every evening Alfie nearly buzzed at the prospect of coming home to see your face again, and wrap himself around you, getting as close as possible. You made his day better. You made his life brighter and joyful and meaningful. It made all the business and badness worth it. Stepping through the threshold with a press to the mezuzah, Alfie calls out, "Sweet girl! I'm home! You in the kitchen darling?"

He hears you call back and smiles wide, stomach growling hungry for supper and you. Taking off his coat and hat he ambles into the kitchen, watching you stir something magical in the massive soup pot. "My dove ,my angel, my joy, what are you doing? Making food for the Royal Navy are we?"

You turn to him, and he can clearly see that something is wrong. Your lips are quivering and poorly attempting to portray a smile, and your eyes are glassy and red rimmed. He feels a stab in his chest, "Now wait a minute treacle... what's got you crying?"

You wiped your cheek and turned away, "I'm not crying."

With a scoff he grabs your chin gently, turning you to face him, "I thought we didn't lie to each other my sweet. Especially since you're the worst liar since the Garden of Eden. Why are you crying? Come on now confess."

You shrugged as Alfie's hands moved up and down your arms, "It's nothing. Stupid really I shouldn't be crying."

"Nah nah. It ain't stupid if it's got my sweet girl crying like that. Out with it."

The tears kept falling, though you tried to keep an even tone, "I just... I heard some women talking. Mrs. Vorsed and another lady."

Alfie rolled his eyes, "Always a bad sign. C'mon what else."

You sniffled, "And... well... they said that... I wasn't good enough for you. That I didn't know how to be a good woman to you. And that you would be better off with someone else. That you would soon grow tired of me. That I'm not deserving of you, and Portia Vorsed would be a better match for you."

The tears started coming harder, and you couldn't help the shaking of your body. Alfie's stomach dropped, and rage replaced it. Alfie shook your shoulders a bit in his passion, "What the fuck is wrong with them? Treacle, Mrs. Vorsed is the worst gossip in Camden, and doesn't know anything about anything. She hasn't got anything better to do but talk absolute shit. Portia, right? She is the silliest woman in town, she can't even do basic arithmetic because she's too busy being an idiot. I mean fuck me treacle I can barely say good morning to Mrs. Vorsed without getting proper fucking agitated!"

Alfie kissed your forehead and brought you to his chest, "YOU are the one for me. I don't give a shit what Mrs. Vorsed or what any other decrepit woman or idiot man thinks. You are my life. You are my stars and my moon and my sun alright? You don't have to be 'good enough' for me. Fuck you just are. You never have to earn my love. You've always had it. Even before I knew you my old and brittle heart was yours. You got that?"

You nodded, the tears pooling in his shirt. Alfie pulled you away from him to look into your eyes. "And treacle I don't even think Mrs. Vorsed can see more than a meter in front of her so she probably has no clue who she is talking about."

You laughed despite the tears and Alfie grinned. All he wanted to do every day was to make you smile. He was convinced that was what he was put on this earth to do. You put your hand to his face, feeling him lean into the warmth of your palm. "I just want to love you and care for you like you do me. I just worry that I don't do enough sometimes."

He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips, "Ah my sweet. I'm never more at peace than when I'm in your arms. I'm never more at home than when you're next to me. The whole business could go to shit and I'd still be the richest man in the world because I have the greatest treasure in you. And I mean that my love. You believe your old man right?"

You nod. The lump in your throat finally dissapated and the weight melted away. There was truly no love like Alfie's and yours. People could talk all they want. People could make any assumptions they wanted. That didn't change what was true. And what was true was that you and Alfie belonged to each other and would for all of eternity.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #100 follower celebration

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ilovechuuy4 · 1 month

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What you know about reachin' your peak and inches of death܀⊹~

Soukoku x GN!Reader

Warnings; HEAVY sex/Smut, making out/kissing, face fucking, threes0me, double penetration, no protection (condoms.), rough sex, bl0wj0bs, rimming/eating out, anal sex, f1ngering, spit as lube (hardly proofread

Description; A threes0me with your BOYFRIEND and COWORKER?

A/N: Hai hai!!! If you saw the pole you could tell what won, thank you for the almost 400 votes too! I love all the support and notes :3 I hope y'all like this one a lot!! Love y'all! ♡(P.S this is gonna be one of my longer fanfics tried my best to make it short but since it isn't head canons and us a fic about PURE SMUT it was going to be long. 100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!!

You weren't the one that recommended it, it was inntionally your coworker, Dazai, who asked. How did you even end up between your boyfriend, chuuya, and that annoying dazai. You had to admit they were both really attractive though as dazai kissed your neck slowly. Chuuyas hands trailing down your body.

The words Dazai asked still ringing in your ears, "Hey I know you're dating someone but can we do a threesome with him and the both of us?" He was so forward with it. You remember being so flustered you couldn't even form a sentence and ended up rambling to your boyfriend about it and he actually agreed.

You had to admit that being sandwiches in between these two wasn't the worst thing in your life since the attention was all on you. By the time you were dazed, Dazai already made it his plan to strip you naked, take your clothes anywhere but your body. The brunette was already at your thighs biting softly at them meanwhile your boyfriend was undressing himself, his lips glued to yours.

Chuuyas fingers were lubed with his own spit as he gently pushing one inside you, thrusting them in and out of you slowly. This was a lot. You were already overstimulated because of all the kisses and biting but now this was an entire new level. Dazai was slowly stroking himself, you could tell he wanted you to blow him.

You leaned forward a bit, kissing the base of Dazai's shaft with soft whimpering as you felt Chuuya add another finger. "Spread your legs a wide, darlin'," Chuuya hums softly, kissing down your back. You comply, spreading your legs wider for your boyfriend all the while you take Dazais cock in your mouth.

The brunette groans softly, his fingers caressing the back of your neck, gently pushing you down further on his cock. "Oh fuck..keep going baby," he mutters, his hips slowly thrusting up a bit. You could feel the ginger haired male behind you slowly add another finger inside you. 2 fingers now, sliding slowly in and out of you.

"Darlin' you wouldn't mind if I went down on you, right?" Chuuya asked, kissing softly down the small of your back. You felt blood rush up into your now beet red face as you pull away slowly from Dazais erect member to respond. "I wouldn't mind," you responded nervously. Yes you've don't many inappropriate things with your boyfriend but this was a different.

"Mkay, tell me if I'm steppin' over any boundaries here," Chuuya says before pulling his fingers out of you. His lips pulled away from the small of your back, moving to your spread legs. This was easy for chuuya, take you were on your hands and knees. His hands were gently squeezing your thighs as he leans in, his tongue lapping at your already drenched hole from his saliva and other bodily fluids.

You let out a soft whimper as you feel the sensation of chuuya wet tongue lap at your private areas. Before anything else, Dazai gently pushes your head down, his erect pressed against your lips. "You gonna keep going, baby?" Dazai asked with that usual shit eating grin. You nod, opening your mouth to take him back in.

You suck, bobbing your head up and down the room filled with sucking and slurping not only from you but, chuuya too as he continues to eat you out/rim you. You felt as his tongue slowly slips inside you, chuuya enjoyed tasting the unique way you tasted. You moan around Dazais cock, your hands trembling as your nails dig into the brunette's thighs.

"Wow, calm down now baby~ Your nails hurt now," Dazai said with a chuckle, his slim fingers running through your messy hair all the while he pushes you don't further. You gag a bit but slowly get used to the horrific feel of the tip hitting the back of your throat.

You felt Chuuya pull away from you, his hands roaming your body. "Sweetheart, im gonna go in now, alright? But just know we don't have any condoms we ran out the other day" Chuuya said, kissing your spine softly. You nod, still sucking Dazais cock despite feeling your cowork thrust his hips up, shoving his cock further in your mouth.

Chuuya rolls down his pants, taking out his erect cock. He spit on his hand, rubbing it on his cock as a lubricant. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you by rubbing it against your hole. He then slowly pushed in with a heavy groan. His cock sunk into you, slowly disapearing inside you.

"Fuck..darlin' you're so tight." Chuuya groans, his kisses trails on your spine as his slow thrusts start speeding up. You moan and whimper, your body trembling like a leaf in the air. You were on your hands and knees, sucking Dazais cock as he bucks his hips up into your mouth, face fucking you.

"Goddamn..Chuuya you have a fine partner here..good in bed and good at work..i might just steal them." Dazai groans with a smirk. Chuuya knew what this cocky bastard was doing, trying to get him angry so he’d move more aggressively but that just wasnt gonna happen. Chuuya keeps his thrusts steady and at medium paced, pumping his cock inside you.

Dazai thrusts his hips up, your lips against the base of his length and your nose practically buried in his happy trail. You gag against it as he gently pulls your hair, taking you away from his cock. "Chuuya~ cmon let this pretty thing get in my lap and maybe they can take double." He said with a mischievous smirk while making a hand motion of two fingers going in and out a hole he made with his other hand.

Chuuya slowly pulls back, his erect slipping from your entrance. "You bastard," he growled yet he complied. The fingers hand wrapped around your waist helping you get onto Dazais lap, your back pressing against Dazais chest. The blood that had rushed to your face made you look like a ripe beet freshly picked from the ground.

"We'll go slow darlin' don't worry too much." Chuuya reassured gently kissing your neck as he entered you once more, thrust into slowly trying to prepare you for what's to come. You whimpers soft, biting your lip as you feel the tip of Dazais erect slowly push it. It was painful, yes, but it would be worth it surely.

You feel Dazai push in, spreading you wider than you've felt before. Youre legs trembling as you dig your nails into Chuuyas shoulder blades. "Wow, babe you're really fucking tight down here," Dazai says with a chuckle. Chuuya cuts in with a huff, "I wounded why you fucking nut job." Chuuya snaps, slowly trusting in and out of Y/N.

Dazais entire length finally makes it fully inside you, his thrusts matching the pace of Chuuyas yet a little faster. You squirm a bit as their pace picks up, your moans filling the room. "Ch..chuuya, mhm~ ahh~" you moan, your back arching slightly as you can feel them hitting your core.

The raveshing of your insides goes on for at least another 30 minutes, you've reached your peak multiple times and it feels like you can't reach it much more. Their pace had sped up over time, slamming into you mercilessly. You were panting heavily, you're nail marks etching a drawing of y'alls shared pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum darlin'." Chuuya warned, kissing down your neck slowly, his thrusts quick and steady. "Me too, Y/N. Surely you can take both are pleasure?" Dazai said with a cocky smile with a loud groan, cumming deep within your anal cavidy, chuuya cumming quickly after.

Their thrusts slowly before coming to a full stop, the room silent but the soft pants of y'alls breathing. You sit there in pure ecstasy, you're body trembling between the two. It truely felt as if you reached your peak and inches of death. Chuuya slowly pulls out, Dazai following as your entrance throbbed, their mixed ecstasy dripping out of you.

The room smelt of musk and the lingering aftermath of sex. You felt refreshed yet exhausted as Dazai pressed a kiss on the nape of your neck and Chuuya putting one on your lips before pulling away.

"You look like death just came apon you baby~" Dazai said with a chuckle making Chuuya growl. "Leave 'em alone damnit." Chuuya states pulling you into his arms and holding you tight.

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luv4georgie · 5 days

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ooohh a number 16 and 18 angst with lando omggg pls.

(your writing is so amazing )

the scientist.

Lando Norris x fem!reader

in which formula one star, Lando Norris, and “girlfriend”, Y/n L/n, go through some complications after Y/n finds a-few things out.

warnings: toxicasf!Lando, cheating, allusions to death, mental death, crying, a-lot of swearing, FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS

prompts 16 and 18 for angst- “it was a dare” and “why am i always your last option?”

“tell me you love me, come back and haunt me.”

i was sad. not even sad. more than that. Lando had broken up with me. 2 years gone to waste. 2 years of me loving him. 2 years all a lie. nobody said it was easy, fair enough, but no-one ever said it would be so hard. i could never fall in love again. i just couldn’t. it hurt so much. it still does. every-time i think of it, it feels like a dagger goes through my heart. was it me? was i the problem? why was i so hard to love?

it was a Saturday night when Lando decided to confess. confess the biggest lie of my and maybe, just maybe, his life. “it was a lie.” Lando said. me, still laughing and oblivious to what was happening, responded. “what?” i said still laughing, not turning to face the ‘love of my life’ yet. “everything Y/n/n” i turned to face him, a smile still on my face which quickly dropped seeing his overly serious expression. he had tears in his eyes and looked like he was cowering. “what’s everything Lan?” i questioned again. tears fell from his eyes, then i knew it was bad. “our relationship. my love for you.”

then it happened my stomach did 100 flips, my heart beat 1000x faster. some odd taste popped up in my mouth and before i knew it i was running to my bathroom, throwing up. Lando hadn’t moved from where he was standing. he was crying, letting his head hang low. once i finished being sick. i washed my mouth out and slowly made my way to the living room which looked into my kitchen, where Lando was. on wobbly legs i walked up to him around 3 feet away from him. now i get it. now i get why he never wanted to move in with me. i get why he acted weird and always rejected my love around his stupid friends.

me and Lando was at the club with a few of his friends. he had cheated. i know he did. i didn’t leave though i stayed there. he didn’t bother touching me around his friends. he never has really. i watched Lando dance, grind and kiss on another girl. i was shocked but to drunk to care. i was upset nonetheless but just couldn’t wrap my head around it. i watched as he did the same with 3 other beautiful girls. that’s when i had enough. “Lando!” i shouted. i grabbed his wrist, told him he’s had a-lot of drinks and that he should slow down but he waved me off. offended i scoffed and ignored him. “a bit clingy, ay” i heard Max shout. “yeah, she’s always all over me it’s weird” Lando responded. my eyes widened and i shoved him out of my way and made my way to the the exit. “fucking move” some random man said. “shut up dumbass” i retorted.

“what did you just fucking say?” he said, pushing me really aggressively into another girl, one of the girls Lando was dancing with, who gave me the dirtiest look ever. i tried to say sorry but she slapped me. all i heard was one word getting chanted around ‘fight’. a circle formed around us both. i kept dodging her punches but still took a few. i didn’t hit her back. i didn’t want to. i couldn’t. suddenly i saw a familiar pair of arms wrap around the girls waist, who i found out to be called Chelsea. it was Lando. grabbing onto her waist and carrying her out of the exit. i scoffed again. tears pricked my eyes and i was so annoyed. i was that angry and pissed off i cried. i ran out of the exit and accidentally bumped into a wall-like chest. Lando. “where are you going?” he asked. i didn’t answer just wriggled out of his grasp and ran to the corner of some steps i saw earlier. he followed me. “why am i always your last option Lando? why? i’m your girlfriend, yet you help someone you met 10 minutes ago and comfort them. i don’t get it”. Lando being Lando told me i was overreacting, called an uber and took us both home.

“why are you fucking crying Lando?” i whispered. “you don’t get to fucking cry!” i shouted this time. tears stung my eyes and more fell from his. he dropped to his knees and cried pathetically. i just stared at him in disgust. “you’re fucking sick Lando” i said, my voice broken and wrecked. “sick. i can’t believe it. am i a joke? why am i so fucking hard to love?” i cried. “please baby, i’m sorry, it was a stupid dare and i laughed and did it” he begged. “you laughed at me? you fucking laughed at the idea of asking me to be your girlfriend. you knock me fucking sick Lando. fucking sick.” i cried and cried. he wouldn’t shut up, even after i told him to get out, he didn’t. he just kept saying sorry and please. i didn’t get it. am i that fucking hard to love. that’s when my life ended. everything inside of me died that night, even if i was physically there, i died.

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry this is really short, i’m literally just reflecting on my last relationship with this because most of this is a true story in my life but a-lot less worse, that ex hurt me in every-way possible and as we know Lando would never do something like that so please don’t say i have said he would. thank you. and thank you for all your support recently ❤️❤️

#f1 #f1 x reader imagines #spotify #lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #cl16 #nolan hansen

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neomujinjja · 2 months

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Surprise!

Pairing: S.Coups x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Not edited, bonus scene

Synopsis: Your boyfriend lies to you, saying that he can't make it to your showcase. Little do you know, he plans to surprise you

Note: y'all do not want to know how long i was sitting on this one 😬

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Are you sure you won't be able to make it?" you ask with a pout to your boyfriend on the other end.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you" he says causing your pout to deepen further. You were looking forward to this event and it would be even better if Seungcheol could attend.

"Okay..don't work too hard" you tell him, trying to hide any sadness in your tone. You understood that he couldn't exactly peel away from work like others, but that didn't mean you weren't somewhat disappointed. "Can you stay on the phone with me a little more?" you asked Seungcheol, your finger absentmindedly drawing patterns onto the bench.

"O-"

Before he could start responding, a voice interrupted him in the background. "Hyung! We got to get back!" one of the boys shouted. Your boyfriend apologized as he informed you that he had to go, and you barely had time for Love you's and goodbye as he hung up. You sighed as you set your phone down to your lap.

"What's wrong?" Prang, a fellow artist, asked as they looked over at you.

"Nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing. Just spill, it might help you feel better."

"It's not that bad. It's just that my boyfriend won't be able to show up and I barely got to talk with him just now."

"That's tough.." Prang trailed off and you could see that they were trying to think of something to say.

"It's alright. I know he'd show up if he could, it's just work is keeping him. You don't need to try and comfort me" you told the clay artist as you patted their arm. Prang jokingly let out a sigh, wiping their forehead and putting their hand to their chest in a dramatic manner. The two of you laughed, Seungcheol not coming temporarily leaving your mind.

"Ready to do this you guys?" Cara asked as she came from the corner; she was the other artist on display for this event. You and Prang nodded simultaneously, still a little out of breath from the laughter. "Good cause Cubi is asking we head over to get started" Cara said as she clapped her hands together and pointed back in the direction she came.

"Excuse me, how much are you selling this painting for?" You turned at the familiar voice, your jaw dropping as you saw Seungcheol's smiling face.

"What are you doing here? You said you wouldn't make it!" you exclaimed to the male as you hit him on the bicep. Seungcheol laughed, feigning pain as he did. Your boyfriend grab your hand, lacing his fingers in with yours.

"I lied. Wanted to surprise you" he said as he handed you the flowers that he brought. You jokingly glared at him, to which your boyfriend only laughed some more.

"That's not funny" you said as you pulled your hand away to playfully pinch at the male's sides.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby" Seungcheol teased you despite the pout on his lips. He wrapped you up in his arms, giving your cheek a kiss and swaying the two of you lightly.

"You have to make it up. I want a hundred kisses in compensation" you tell your boyfriend, staring up at him with your own pout. Seungcheol nodded, giving you a kiss on your other cheek before pulling away from you.

Bonus

"Go, look at my other works or check out Prang's and Cara's stuff" you urged your boyfriend. He had been following after you as if he was a puppy dog. "I'll find you at the end, okay baby". You gave Seungcheol a kiss before moving to greet someone. And if the both of you had to give the other 100 kisses in compensation later that night, neither of you complained.

#kpop #kpop x gender neutral reader #kpop x poc reader #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #seventeen #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen scoups #scoups #choi seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol fluff #scoups x reader #scoups imagines #scoups fluff

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gay-dorito-dust · 8 months

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If your requests are open, I would like to request Koby x reader where Koby confesses and the reader accepts (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Koby, my sweet sweet boy. Kisses and cuddles for my pink haired sweetheart. 💕💐

Once Koby comes to terms that no, it’s not normal for friends to get shy with each other, sweaty palms, flustered cheeks, have constant daydream about holding their hand and going on cute dates together and that he was in fact 100% in love with you. The poor boy becomes even more flustered -if that was even possible- and it certainly doesn’t help when Helmeppo teases him whenever your nearby, driving his elbow into his pink haired friends side, before gesturing to where you were standing once he had got Koby’s attention; Not bothering to hide the growing smirk across his smug face upon seeing how obvious it was that Koby liked you beyond a platonic sense.

‘It’s cute.’ Helmeppo said to Koby one day, catching his attention, the pinkette could clearly hear that there was something more in Helmeppo’s words.

‘What’s cute?’ He’d ask, brows pinched.

‘Your obvious infatuation with our dear y/n.’ Helmeppo responded smugly when he saw how quickly Koby’s cheeks become cherry red, that Helmeppo swore it had to be the fastest he’s ever seen in his life to the point where he couldn’t help but laugh much to his friends expense.

‘Is it that obvious?’ Koby asked in a state of panic, a sense of dread overtook him as his mind began to dangerously overthink every interaction he ever had with you leading up to this very moment, searching for any possible indication where he might’ve accidentally slipped up and gave you a hint about liking you. But nothing came up and yet that only made him panic even more. ‘Do you think that they know I like them?!’ Koby added.

‘Keep this up and I’m certain they will if they haven’t already.’ Helmeppo retorted sarcastically, but upon seeing the state that his friend was in because of some lighthearted teasing, he sighed and decided to offer him a little bit of advice. ‘If you like them as much as you claim, then why are you over complaining this for yourself?’ King remained silent and Helmeppo took that as his cue to continue. ‘Love shouldn’t have to be this complicated and if even the mere idea of y/n possibly knowing you like them causes you this much distress, then do you truly have what it takes to be in a long term committed relationship with them to begin with?’

Helmeppo’s words had give Koby a much needed wake up call as he decided then and there that he wouldn’t allow himself to be the reason he didn’t try to make an effort and confess to you, for if he were to loose you to someone else then the pinkette would have no one to blame but himself and therefore proving Helmeppo right. So instead of wasting any more time waiting for the perfect moment to confess like he wanted, Koby decided that if he were to pick a time to confess, then it would have to be now whilst he still had the courage and determination flowing through his veins.

So off Koby went, cherry red cheeked and all, to find you and when he did finally find you, you were all on your own and without warning the poor boy felt his chest tighten, his hands sweating, his uneven breathing as every aspect of his body told him to go back the way he came and try another day. But Koby promised himself that he would stop running away when the things that lie ahead of him felt too big for him to overcome as Helmeppo’s words came back to haunt him as he stared at you like a lovesick puppy.

‘Love shouldn’t have to be this complicated and if even the mere idea of y/n possibly knowing you like them causes you this much distress, then do you truly have what it takes to be in a long term committed relationship with them to begin with?’

Koby steeled himself, taking a deep breath in then exhaling it, before making his way towards you as he mentally battles himself from overthinking everything and potentially ruining a good thing before it even began. ‘Hey y/n.’ He greeted a tad stiffly but you smiled at him softly none the less, making his cheeks heat up once again.

‘Hey Koby, what can I do you for?’ You asked and Koby almost forgot his words for a brief moment upon hearing your voice, before finally recomposing himself by coughing into his hand and straightening his posture. ‘May I take a moment of your time and get something that I’ve been meaning to get off chest?’ He asked meekly as you immediately stood up to close some distance between you and Koby -causing him to squeal internally at the close proximity- before resting your hands reassuringly upon his arms.

‘Of course you can Koby, you know you can come to me if anything is bothering you because I’m your friend remember?’ You told him.

‘That’s part of the problem y/n, I don’t want us to just be friends anymore.’ Koby stated as he watched your face drop and felt you remove your hands from his arms, when his hands instantly went to hold your face as to keep you from moving further away from him out of the hurt you were feeling and smiled softly at you. ‘What I meant by that was I can’t continue pretending that I’m keeping my feelings at bay for the sake of preserving what we have as friends.’ Koby started. ‘When what I really want is for us to be more then that, because what I feel for you goes well beyond the boundaries of what’s considered a platonic relationship.’

‘What do you feel for my Kody?’ You asked, already having your answer prepared.

‘Love.’ Kody replied simply. ‘I feel love towards everything you do and everything that you are, so much so that I can’t go to sleep without thinking of the tender smile that graces your face, nor the sweetest laugh that leaves your lips but remains firmly in my mind. Just so that I may never forget it’s beautiful sound if I ever were to find myself lost within the chaos of my own mind.’ He finishes, feeling good that he was finally able to get everything off of his chest but that quickly changed to worry when he looked for your reaction.

You didn’t give him one as you were quick to press a kiss to his cherry red cheeks that felt warm beneath your lips before pulling away with a smitten smile that mirrored his. ‘I love you too Koby.’ You said softly but that was all the pinkette needed to hear for his heart to sore. A simple confession was enough to sweep him off his feet, had you added more onto it and Koby would’ve sworn he’d pass out if that kiss wasn’t going to.

Needless to say Helmeppo was happy that his advice helped push Koby in the right direction but did you guys really have to be all cutesy whilst his single ass was right there? The audacity. He helps his mate get the person of his dreams and this is the thanks he gets?

He’s kidding, he’s really happy for the both of you.

#opla x reader #opla #opla koby #opla koby x reader #koby x reader

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vivian-pascal · 2 months

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When you call my name, I won't answer

stranger!joel x f!reader

summary: After a series of downfalls in your life, you meet a very mysterious man at a bar one night, you two seem to get along just fine.

warnings: piv (wrap it up) dirty talk joel, oral f!receiving, kissing, sexual tension, aftercare, fluff

authors note: hi folks! this is the 100 followers special, it's pretty short but i hope you enjoy it! i can't thank you all enough, this means a whole lot to me!

On a cool, winters eve, you were sat at a bar drinking your usual cocktail. This is how you spent most nights, drinking, sleeping, drinking, sleeping and repeat. You'd been off the hook for a couple of months now and couldn't register what else to do with your life.

Your family abandoned you, you got fired from the only job you had, your three months past rent and can't afford to pay it, so what else is there than to drink all your worries away?

You've gone to this bar for many weeks. Even getting acquainted with the workers. They've considered you as a usual person here and even made the drink you first ordered a special on the menu.

You ordered your usual drink and sat in the same spot you always do. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but you did sense someone's eyes on you. When you looked to your right, you saw some older folks sitting down in a booth, they surely weren't looking at you. When you look to your left however, there is an older man sat on a bar stool just a couple down from yours.

He had broad shoulders, salt and pepper hair, soft gruff growing around his face. His big, veiny hand held onto what you assumed was a glass of whiskey. He looked back at you and you quickly turned your head as to not seem you were staring.

The older man turns to you, his eyes clouded in thought. "You remind me of someone." You turn your head and look his way. "Oh yeah, and who might that be?" You quirk an eyebrow as you take another sip of your drink.

He slowly takes a deep breath in and picks up his glass. "Oh you know, just someone in a past life." He smirks at you and nods to the bartender to refill his drink.

You decide to inspect him more. He has a rugged and weathered appearance, his face is lined with only a certain amount of wrinkles, each telling a story of their own. His hair speckled gray, you could see he was quite strong with the way his shoulders were, broad and firm. There was a sense of mystery with this man, like there's something he isn't sharing yet.

His hands are rough and calloused from years of hard work. His voice a deep and resonant with a gravelly quality that adds to his charm and charisma. He wore a faded flannel with jeans, you could tell he was a simple man, adorned to his own sense of fashion.

When he turned back to look at you, he could tell you were checking him out. "What's your name?" You bring your eyes up to his and told him. He smiles at the sweet sound and repeats your name off his tongue. "That's a lovely name darlin'." You smile shyly and pull a hair behind your ear and ask him his. "M'names Joel."

You nod your head and begin to look around. You notice that he moved his stool closer to yours and you begin to squeeze your thighs together.

You both talk for a while, about work, past lovers, how you got fired. You like taking with Joel. He has this easiness that would allow you to say whatever you wanted and he would just listen. He would respond perfectly and laugh at your sarcastic jokes. He was an easy going man, and you were feral for him.

Time had past and you could feel the tension growing. Sometimes he would put his hand on your thighs or get very close to your face, like he wanted to kiss you.

"My daughter Sarah is comin home soon." He brings his glass to his lips and takes a drink. "Oh that's nice! Where is she now?" He puts his glass down and twirls his finger along the rim. "She's in college down south, been studyin abroad, wantin to become something in the medical field." You bring your purse up from your side and set it on the counter in front of you. "That's great, you must be very proud of her Joel." His face pulls into a sweet smile as he thinks of his little girl.

You open your purse and pull out your wallet. His hand quickly joins yours and you look him in the eyes. "That's fine, i'll pay." He smiles as he reaches for his leather wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. "Oh no, really, it's fine, i can pay." You call the bartender over and as your about to pay you get interrupted.

Joel manages to grab the bartender's attention first and hands him his card. He tells his to pay for your tab too and adds an extra tip. "You really didn't have to do that you know." He sits back on his stool as he downs the rest of his drink. "No, I didn't, but i did." He smirks as you roll your eyes.

The bartender returns with Joel's card and he puts it back in his wallet. You both stand up and begin to walk to the exit.

"You gotta ride?" He looks down at you and you shake your head no. "I walked here." He pauses and looks ahead. "You walked here all by yourself?" His southern drawl picks up more and you shiver at his voice. You nod your head as you near the parking lot. "Well I could give ya a ride, I ain't gonna let you walk back home alone now, who knows what happens to pretty girls like you around this hour." Your heart flutters at the thought that he called you pretty.

He gets to his truck and opens the passenger side door. "Hop in." You smile as you slowly climb into the truck. He shuts your door and walks back around to his side. He jumps in and starts the engine.

"Thank you Joel, this means a lot." He smiles softly and brings his hand to your face. His thumb strokes your cheek and rests his palm there.

"It's okay sweetheart, no need to worry. M'just helpin a doll out." He gives you a sly look as you close your thighs together and blush. A few minutes into the drive, you could feel the tension growing. His hand was resting on your thigh and would occasionally rise up to your waist.

"Oh, I didn't tell you my address sorry, it's-" He cuts you off with a pat on your leg. "That's alright darlin, we're goin to my place, if that's okay with you." You stare at him for a bit before nodding.

Once you two pull into his driveway, he parks the car and exits his vehicle. He goes around to your side and opens the door. You give him a quick smile as he takes your hand and helps you out.

You both walk up to the door and he pulls out his keys. When he opens it, your instantly pushed up against the back of the door as it closes. His lips crash onto yours and you moan at the kiss.

"I've been waitin to do this all night baby." He begins to pick you up and carry you upstairs. He throws you down onto the bed and you giggle at the fall.

He crawls up your body and up to your face. "How bout we loose the clothing yeah?" You nod your head as you frantically begin ripping off your shirt. His eyes immediately go to your breasts. Your bra isn't the best fit and they could easily fall out.

He reaches behind you and unclasps it. He groans at the sight of your bare breasts. He removes his shirt and throws it to the ground along with your clothes. He begins to slowly move down your body and in between your legs. He teasingly opens the buttons of your jeans and carefully pulls down the zipper.

You lift your hips in attempts to help him get them off. He grabs onto the top of your pants and forcefully pulls them off of you. He makes eye contact with your soaked panties and moans at the sight, He brings his middle finger up to your wet center and presses in firmly against the fabric. You grab onto the sheets at the sudden attention and arch your back.

He stops his movements for just a second as he removes your underwear. He has to stop himself from coming right then and there at the sight before him. "God baby, she's dripping for me."You moan at his remark and grab onto his hair.

He positions your legs over his shoulders as he begins to get to work. "Joel." You whine at the contact of his tongue seething into your weeping hole. He begins to lap at your arousal and you pull onto his hair roughly.

He begins to flick his tongue on your clit and you moan aloud as he speeds up. He shakes his head side to side and you arch your back further. He brings his hands to your thighs and pushes you down to keep you steady. His tongue goes back to your hole and submerges inside. His nose occasionally bumps your clit and that sends you wailing.

Your orgasm comes up quick and you pull his hair even tighter as he digs his nails into your thighs. The movements of his mouth begin to increase when he feels your body shake. You moan and whine his name as it washes over you. He drinks up all your juices as you rest your head back against your pillow.

He crawls over you and kisses your lips. You can taste the tangy flavor of your orgasms as he invades your mouth with his tongue.

"Ya ready f'me baby?" He begins to grind his erections against your soaked center and you moan at the friction. "Please Joel. I need you." He growls into your neck as he removes his pants and boxers. He lines his cock with your pussy and begins to rub his tip against your clit.

You just know he's big. You can feel the size of him just from his thrusts. He lines his cock with your hole and begins to seethe himself inside of you. Your mouth falls open as he inserts himself all the way in. He stays still for a moment and you wonder if something is wrong. "Joel please move." You grab onto his hair and pull him down for a kiss. "I know baby girl, just hold on for a minute." He rests his forehead against yours as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Joel please just-" He begins to thrust into your soaking pussy at an exhilarating pace. The tip of his cock just hits your cervix and it sends you screaming. He grunts as he hears your pretty little sounds you make for him.

"Oh god Joel." You arch your back and open your mouth in a silent plea of how much pleasure you are feeling in this moment. "I know baby I know, I hear ya, taking it so well f'me." He brings his lips to yours and instantly speeds up.

His hips are thrusting at a pace you can't seem to keep up with and he groans when he feels you squeeze around him. Your heart rate picks up when you feel another orgasm begin to brim. He brings his hand to the bottom of your stomach and pushes down. You loudly moan when you feel this new sensation.

"God, I can feel myself all up in your fucking stomach." He growls and bites your neck as your orgasm begins to break. "Joel, I'm coming." You barely manage to get the words out as your vision goes white. The amount of pleasure has you rolling your eyes back and arching off the bed. He speeds up as his orgasm nears.

"Oh fuck baby, so goddamn tight." He bites down onto your shoulder as he spills his cum inside you. You walls become surrounded with a warm, sticky mess. His hips come to a stutter as his orgasm subsides. He instantly falls on top of you and closes his eyes.

He rolls over and begins to get out of bed. He grabs his boxers and puts them on. He walks out of the room and goes into the bathroom, he returns to you with a warm wash cloth and some water.

He opens your thighs and you wince at the soreness. He puts the cloth up to your pussy and slowly begins to wipe it down. He sets the water onto the bed and throws the towel into his hamper. He crawls back into bed and you huddle up to him.

"How ya feeling?" He gently stokes the top of your head as you breath in his scent. ''Fucking fantastic. " He chuckles at your remark and kisses the top of your head. "Goodnight darlin." He holds you closer as you wrap your arms around his middle. "Night Joel."

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#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #pedropascal #joel the last of us #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #joel miller x f!reader #joel tlou #stranger joel #100 followers #thank you!!!!

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satorisoup · 2 months

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ICK .ᐟ pt. 1 pt. 2

ft. bokuto, osamu, kuroo, atsumu, and akaashi.

✉︎ incoming note from the writer .ᐟ

don’t take any of these seriously!! im slandering my own favs in this so dont worry, we suffer together teehee >:3

ᰔ BOKUTO

this is my blorbo, and it pains me to say it but i just know this man has the worst body odor EVER on match days. it’s genuinely so bad. when he’s on the court with his beefy self sweating up a storm… YIKES i can smell him from here. don’t get me wrong he’s very hygienic and usually smells like a good cologne! but that deodorant is doing nothing when he’s playing volleyball. don’t go sniffing him after a game because you just might burn your nose hairs off.

ᰔ OSAMU

prefers when girls “don’t wear makeup”. yes, he thinks you always look adorable but he doesn’t hesitate to say he likes you better without it. says he likes a “natural girl”, but when you take your makeup off he’s automatically asking if you’re okay because “you look tired.”. PLEASE someone tell this man to hush up when it comes his dumb “preferences” because it just makes him look douchey.

ᰔ KUROO

he’s unfortunately a smart ass. do not try to get into arguments about ANYTHING with him because he’s automatically pulling up google to prove you wrong. and even when its HIM that’s wrong, he continues to try and make himself sound right. it could be about something so minuscule and he already has a wikipedia page open. “no that’s actually not true look-“ KUROO I LOVE YOU BUT SHUT UP! im just trying to talk about a damn bird i saw.

ᰔ ATSUMU

he’s really, really bad at giving gratuity to restaurant staff. he’s super nice to them, but he thinks a $5 tip should work fine on your 100$ check with multiple modifications to your order. he’s so used to his brother giving him free food at onigiri miya that he’s lost all sense of good percentages when it comes to the tip. at this point, cover the tip yourself and let him pay for the rest because he just doesn’t get it.

ᰔ AKAASHI

GRAMMAR POLICE. oh my god. please read over your text 10 times before you send it because he WILL find something wrong with it. even if it’s very obviously a typo, he’s correcting it before he even responds to your message. buy him a shirt that says “you’re*” on it because its his catchphrase at this point. want his help studying? think again. you’re basically going to be redoing everything you had done. you should really just let HIM do it.

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botboots · 9 months

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Saw that your requests were open so what about TFP cons with an adorkable teen human reader? A really close friend (the emotional support bundle of joy™) that is really artistic, kind, understanding and just a pure cinnamon roll, what would be the bots reaction to the lil' human? Optimus, Ratchet,Bulkhead, Arcee, BB, and if you do the kids then the kids. If not the other bots, stay safe!

im back!! so sorry for the long ass wait, had so much going on in my life recently (graduating, going back home, etc.) but hopefully i'll be back to posting somewhat regularly! tysm for the continuous support :] love seeing the notifs pop up every day this is one of the first asks in my inbox (and i completely forgot that the prompt said reader was part of the cons... whoops) and i've wanted to get it done for a while now! have so many more to get through but will get them done eventually - this isn't the best but its cute <3 and you can 100% tell who my favs are lmao warnings: none word count: 939 (GN reader)

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Optimus:

he finds your outlook on things is a nice change of pace compared to the more pessimistic views that some members of the team can have at times

values your compassion greatly, often turning to you as a confidant over the time you’ve gotten to know each other. a mission went wrong and he’s putting all the blame on himself? you’re there to reassure him in a heartbeat, reminding him that he did his best and there’s always another chance; you keep him grounded

has an innate interest in art and writing - he used to be an archivist, after all

so he enjoys watching you indulge in your hobby, your excitement about it reminds him of his younger years of being a clerk at iacon when he would become giddy over a newfound archaic text

he’s very fond of you and makes sure you know it, taking note of the small things you like and getting you whatever little gift he can manage to find - genuinely thinks you’re cute and likes seeing you happy :]

Ratchet:

while it may have taken him a little longer than the others to warm up to you fully, he grew to start looking forward to your company (despite his his best efforts to hide it)

he appreciates your quiet company; you’re much less rambunctious than both the other humans and his own team - you complain a lot less too, probably one of his favorite qualities about you

like optimus, your bubbly attitude gives him a much needed break from the dreary duties that come with being the autobot medic

you often find yourselves working in tandem, with you sitting on the couch working on your newest project while he stands at his terminal typing away. occasionally you’ll walk over with a nervous smile, and with a roll of his optics he’ll lower a servo for you to climb into and lift you up onto the corner of the console, huffing when you chirp a thank you before the both of you quietly return to your tasks (he enjoys it, really)

while he’s not one to vent his frustrations to you, he’ll always be open to listen to you vent about yours. even if he doesn’t respond with much, he’ll offer logical solutions and observations for whatever issue you’re having

Bulkhead:

the big guy loves art, having been exposed to his fair share of it by miko, and is very encouraging when it comes to your projects

he might not get some of the nuances or meanings of the things you make, but he tries - oftentimes making you laugh a bit at the sheer amount he misses. it’s endearing though, and you appreciate the effort

too fidgety to sit and watch you do anything for too long, but he’ll offer to drive you to a vista for some inspiration while he does his usual scouting routes, miko tagging along of course. she’ll probably bring her sketchbook with her and sit next to you and draw, chattering the entire time while blasting some music from her ipod, offering you one of her earbuds

Arcee:

similar to ratchet she takes a while to get used to you, a little cold at first to your attempts at friendliness

she notices how happy you seem to make everyone else and eventually makes a legitimate pass at being friendly despite how awkward it feels

but with how eagerly you accept it she doesn’t feel as bad, sighing in relief as you immediately start filling her in on how much you’ve enjoyed your time with the autobots

she’s not much of a conversationalist (especially when it comes to humans) so your chattiness is almost a relief - not having to keep up fake interest and energy with someone puts her in a more comfortable position; especially since you’re not one to comment on it like others tend to

will sit and watch you work on whatever your newest project is, a comfortable silence shared between the two of you

rambles about random stuff from her past sometimes - you turn out to be one of the few people she trusts enough to mindlessly dump her thoughts to, both good and bad

Bumblebee:

one of the first to get to know you, overly excited about having a fresh face around

super curious when he sees you working on something, a barrage of questions translated from mechanical chirps and whirrs with the help (and annoyance) of ratchet

he’ll actually try and mimic some of your art on the walls of hidden ditches where he and rafael hang out, excitedly bringing you along to show off his latest work and buzzing happily when you praise it

will eventually, with your encouragement, try and make something original - he ends up finding it pretty soothing and an easier way to feel understood; communicating his feelings without words can be unsurprisingly helpful for someone who can’t use any of his own

you’ll spend hours hanging out and working on your stuff - he likes when you help him with his own art, adding your own brushstrokes to the concrete wall

he’ll let you sit up on his shoulder just to watch him make whatever he feels like making, or even just taking you on joyrides in the desert where he doesnt need to worry about anything going wrong

while it’s usually you, him and raf hanging out he does enjoy spending solo time with you - usually in silence or one-sided conversations, but you understand each other well enough without words

will also figure out what your favorite songs are and surprise you with them; he loves when you get all giddy about literally anything

#NO LONGER DEAD!!#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers fanfiction #tf x reader #optimus prime x reader #ratchet x reader #bulkhead x reader #bumblebee x reader #arcee x reader #tfp x reader #transformers x human reader #tfp ratchet x reader #tfp optimus x reader

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justtryingtobecreative · 10 months

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Neteyam x Human reader

Chapter 5.1

(Tw: Mentions of Smut.. next part will go 100%)

(Okay everyone here is half 1 of chapter 5! Monday the second part will drop! Let me know if you like it! Chapter 1 at the bottom!)

"Can someone murder me now?" You squeek,

Neteyam is fuming, his arm spread out to cover you. He turns his head toward you, before turning to the rest. "No Y/n no one can 'murder' you, and you four better sit down right fucking now." He growls at the young Na'vi's in front of him.

They seem more distraught than you at the moment and do as he asks instantly. Them settling down on the floor, just a little bit shorter than you as they sat down.... which was honestly quite insulting given the situation.

"We are so sorry!" Tsireya starts, the sweet nineteen year old obviously feeling the most guilty. "We just followed you when we saw you act so strange at the party!"

Neteyam holds up his hand signaling for her to stop talking, "Let's start here. Exactly how much have you all seen?" He asks bluntly, his face not betraying his emotions at all.

Aonung speaks up next, obviously pretending to be unaffected at the situation... but a noticable awkwardness in his voice. "We saw everything, and i must say it was quite suprising...what we saw."

You let out a mortified screech/groan, placing your head in your hands as you crouch down. The Na'vi giving you strange looks at the sound, not having heard it from you before.

Neteyam places a comforting hand on your head, you gathering yourself as you get back up. Your face still bright red, and your stance very awkward.

Lo'ak and Kiri seemed uncharistically quiet, which is probably to be expected when you see your elder Na'vi brother straight up demolishing your human childhood friend with his..

"Allright..well you obviously saw us.. uhm...have sex." Your big blue guy says, suddenly not meeting anyones gaze.

"That's what that was? It seemed more like an assasination attempt... i mean seriously." Aonung turned to you with an astonished gaze. "How are you even alive?"

They all turn to you, you electing to simply stare at the wall like it was the most interesting thing in existence, totally ignoring the Na'vi that were staring at you... honestly when you think about it it is quite impressive people are able to make these straw walls by hand.

Neteyam steps in front of you, hissing harshly at Aonung. "It is in your best interest to shut your mouth." He stands up straight, just taller than the other boy.

I mean, so intricate, so beautifull, this hut is so well crafted.

"If you wanted 'that' you should have gone somewhere private." Aonung remarks, still taking a step backwards when your big blue guy takes a step toward him.

"We did go somewhere private! You four just followed us like some little creeps!" Neteyam seemed very very angry.

You notice as your mate gets a bit too riled up, obviously winding himself up to take a swing as he starts clenching his fist. You swiftly lean forward to tap him on the hip, his attention turning to you instantly.

You shake your head.

Neteyam locked his intense gaze on yours, "I want to touch Y/n every second of every day, she is my mate." He remarks dryly, as he takes a step backwards, grabbing your hand.

A second of awkward silence. You want to die.. like seriously.

"How long has this been going on?" Kiri speaks up loudly from behind the others, seeming uncomfortable but also strangely intrigued.

Neteyam stares at his little sister with wide eyes, he obviously hadn't taken into account that some of his siblings were here as well. Not to mention the tall lanky form of Lo'ak still standing frozen to the side.

Kiri's question visibly registers in Neteyam as he suddenly smiles softly.

A proud look appears on your big blue guy's face. "About three weeks... but i have been in love with her for years." He responded, a faraway look on his face. "And now we are finally together."

You give his hand a squeeze as you share a smile.

Kiri relaxes at his words, smiling softly. "You realised you loved her when she got hit in the head at the sea battle." She says more than asks, her gaze settling on your conjoined hands as a small smile circles her lips.

You smile, "I...think we have always loved eachother."

Neteyam settles his oversized hand on your back, "Y/n and I are not ready to share our relationship with Mom, dad or the others." He gives his sister a meaningfull look "We are not sure if we are able to remain in the clan if they find out."

Lo'ak seems to startle awake at his brothers words, "What the fuck? You can't possibly be thinking of leaving!" He pushes past the other kids, slapping his hands on his thighs in anger.

You both knew that the young Na'vi had started to heavily lean on Neteyam after the war, mostly because the boy felt responsible that you had both been on that boat.

Neteyam steps forward placing a hand in his brothers hair, "I don't think we have a choice bro, if Mom and dad want to force us apart.." he shakes his head in distress, "I won't leave y/n... I can't." He let out a heavy sigh, a troubled expression slipping onto his face.

Lo'ak shakes his head in disbelief, "After those fucking poachers almost killed you two... i..." he let's out a sigh, him relaxing a bit as Tsireya places a hand on his shoulder. "I can't let you be bullied away by mom and dad. The clan needs you!" He frowns, a blush appearing on his cheeks when Tsireya gives him an encouraging smile.

Neteyam leans over to place a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder. "If we have to leave, i will be heartbroken.. but not worried about the clan.. you would be a good future leader bro."

Lo'ak looks up at his brother with conflicted eyes, "I would rather you be here bro." He finally mutters softly.

"Guys.. we have all been away from the party too long." We should probably head back.." Kiri interupts as she walks forward placing a soft hand on Lo'ak's shoulder as she speaks to the rest.

"You're probably right.." Tsireya mumbles as she steers her brother and Lo'ak away.

Neteyam looks back at you with a soft look in his eyes, softly grabbing your hand.

Kiri looks at the movement with keen eyes, she shakes her head smiling. "You are whiiipped" she says in a singsong voice.

Neteyam just shrugs his shoulders, not even bothering to deny her words.

"Now come on brother.. it's my turn to dance with Y/n." Kiri grabs my hand from his, dragging me away.

"Whoah! We can't go out like this." You gesture toward the bruises and paint remains on your and Neteyam's skin.

Kiri rolls her eyes. "Aw come on guys! It's dark in there! No way anyone will see." She doesn't give you a second to breathe before she drags you away again.

Neteyam looks a bit put off, shaking his head. "Come on Kiri! This is irresponsible!"

Kiri shakes her head, turning toward her brother again. "Come on! Have some fun brother!"

"Jeez you guys are silly.." He murmurs finally, a smile circling his lips as he looks at his mate and his sister happily conversing.

We reach the party quickly, Neteyam going over to his friends to socialise when Kiri basically chases him away from you.

The moment Kiri sees he's out of earshot she walks me to the side of the dancefloor. "Y/n... i just saw you do it with my very very big Na'vi brother... Why in the world didn't i know about this?."

"Honestly... did you really want to know me and your brother have had tons of very kinky sex."

"Ew what? No!" Kiri sticks out her tongue in disgust.

I give her a dry look, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay fine.. that's fair... how did this even start?" Kiri seems way too interested in this..

"Well it was at that party a while back... you know when he got back from that fight?"

Kiri's eyes widened.. "No."

I nod sadly, "Yes."

"You had a weird sex fight with my brother?!" Kiri yelled loudly...

I jump up and place my hand onto her mouth.. "Shut up!" I grunt softly, thankfull no one had heard.

"Okay okay i'm sorry... but he was literally covered with red spots and fingerprints.." Kiri says sheepishly.

"Uhm... well.. i grabbed onto him quite tight when.... Nope not talking about this."

Kiri's eyes widen "No but now i wanna know! You two were so wild! I thought it was supposed to be soft and sweet when people mate! You have to tell me how it works!"

"Dude come on! I can't possibly tell you all the details.."

She gives me a look.

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You folded and told her the basics..

We were currently sitting beneath a table in the far back of the temple. Effectively hidden out of view.

"Wow! Wait... so you put it in... and move? And that feels good?"

"Well.. i'm honestly not sure how it feels for you Na'vi.. but Neteyam really likes the way we do it.. and that is the human way so i think so?"

Kiri seemed intrigued, a bit disgusted, and was probably about to ask more questions anyway.

"Can we talk about anything else?" You ask curtly...

Kiri sighs, obviously not satisfied at your cut off conversation. "Allright fine! How about what happened with Spider?" She frowns.

Your heart skips a beat at her words.

"You know about that?" You say softly, knowing the girl was close with him.

She nods sadly, "He told me about it.."

"It's not his fault.." you mutter softly unable to meet the girls eyes.

"I think it was... but i think he knows that too." Kiri sighs shaking her head.

I place a soft hand on her shoulder.

"I.. i just.. i like spider!" Kiri blurts out, me choking in my saliva. You look at the now upset girl, the dark in the temple hiding most of her features.

I take a second to open up to the idea before finally responding.

"That's allright Kiri.. you can like whomever you want." Your thoughts secretly run wild at her revelation.. how would sex between them work? You shake your head, if they really like eachother they will figure it out. Just like you and Neteyam had.

But still.. how in the...

"Really?... Your not mad?" Kiri asks softly giving me a worried look.

"Huh why would i be mad at that?"

"Well... he hurt you? And i thought the two of you wanted to be together.

"Kiri. I have mated with Neteyam.. i have forgiven spider... If you want to be with him and he makes you happy. Then i want you to follow your heart." You give her a comforting smile.

Kiri smiles softly grabbing your small hand in her big one. "Thank you.. i think i needed to hear that." She blushes softly.

We give eachother a tight hug before getting out from under the table. Her going to find spider.

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You look around the temple in search of your big blue guy. Huh... where was he? You get a strange feeling in your stomach, a bit unsettled that you can't find him.

As the sky gets darker and darker you get increasingly worried... Neteyam wasn't at the party anymore that was certain. And the other Sully weren't either.

He wouldn't have left without telling you..

You decide to take the long way home, taking a stroll through the Na'vi camp first. "Shit.." i murmur to myself as i hear yelling coming from the Sully tent.

You sneak up using a hunting technique Neteyam thought you. Peering through the straw walls you are suprised to see all the 'kids' sitting on the floor of the tent, Jake and Neytiri standing over them.

You strain to hear what they are saying,

"I cannot believe how irresponsibly you have behaved today Neteyam.." Jake shakes his head in dissapointment, his hands on his hips as he glares down at his oldest son.

Neteyam just glares down at the ground, his large shape looking silly as he sits on the floor. Your big blue guy is not backing down an inch though, his face seemingly set in stone.

"Neteyam.. what were you thinking?" Neytiri says sternly, crossing her arms. Her face pulled into a frown, "You have embarrassed your father tonight." She hisses, Jake placing a calming hand on her shoulder.

Neteyam remains silent, you noticing his fists clench and his jaw tick.. he was mad.. very mad.

Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk look at their brother with wide eyes, this behaviour still a bit new for them.

"Neteyam! You are an adult now, act like it!" Jake shouts loudly, his voice echoeing through the small hut causing the other kids to flinch. "You cannot just come back home looking like you just fought a damn bear whenever you feel like it!"

Neteyam doesn't move and doesn't do anything really...

"You cannot expect to find a proper mate if you act like this." Neytiri hisses again, slapping her son on the shoulder. Neteyam closes his eyes, taking a few heavy breaths.

"Neteyam stand up, others out." Jake growls out as he gestures for the others to leave.. they do.. the kids rushing outside on the other side of the tent.

Your big blue guy does as instructed standing straight in front of his parents. He was now slightly taller than his father, him now hovering over them both.

"You are going to be the next olo'eyktan soon.. how do you expect to step into my footsteps if you do things like this?" Jake paces left to right in front of the younger Na'vi.

"Neteyam.. please listen to your father, it is a great honor to become our clan leader. It is more important than anything or anyone except this family." Neytiri strokes her son's arm softly, them two closer than him and his father. Her oldest son pulls away from her this time,

"I allready have a family.. one of my own. And i don't care about being olo'eyktan.. i never have." Neteyam glares at them.

"You have worked so hard my son, you are a great warrior now.. why do you not want this?" Neytiri seems confused by her sons words.

"I haven't become the warrior i am today for you or for the clan.. i have become a warrior to protect..."

"That is what a commander should do Neteyam!" Jake shouts again. "You were doing so well at becoming the perfect leader! The perfect soldier! What could you possibly have as rea.." He is interupted as his son speaks up again.

"Dad. I don't care about any of that!" Neteyam groans in frustration, he loses his composure at once starting to pace left to right.

"Why? Because all you care about is that stupid human?" Neytiri interupts.

My heart drops at her words..

Neteyam's reaction is instant as he turns to her with cold eyes. "You do not speak about her that way. You don't have the right." He shakes his head, sending a withering glare to his brother.

"I'm leaving." He grunts, stepping out of the tent.

"Neteyam! I have not dismissed you yet soldier." Jake yells loudly, his face confused and distraught again.

Neteyam steps outside, his gaze instantly landing on me. His eyes soften as they meet yours.. water starts to fall from the sky sticking his dark hair to his face.

Your big blue guy strolls over to you instantly placing his hands on your waist, his emotions clear on his face.. he whistles for his Ikran. "I am so glad to see you." He whispers into your hair, tears falling from his eyes.

"Are you allright my love?" I ask softly, giving him a small smile.

"Let's go home.." He just murmurs leading you to the Ikran, you noticing his proud gaze as it settles on yours.

"Home?" You just ask confusedly.. him smiling as he pulls you close to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. home.." Neteyam places you on the Ikran, the glowing plants lighting his now wet skin. It was magical.. the whole forest dark.

All of a sudden out from the darkness a little creature comes down from the tree's, its little white legs feeling strange as they tickle against your bare skin.. Neteyam's eyes widen...

The tree's above light up with purple light.. more of the little beings appearing as they float around you and your mate. You smile at him, pulling his face toward yours in a sweet kiss. You about the same height as him as you sit on the Ikran and he stands next to you.

His soft hand strokes your waist with tenderness. "I see you." He whispers, his braids tickling your shoulder as he takes a seat on the Ikran behind you his arm sliding around your body to keep you safe.

"I see you.." i whisper back. I feel him smile against the back of my bare shoulder as he bends down to place a kiss on it.

He makes a loud yip, the Ikran following his command as it sets off into the sky..

Something tells you to look back at the Sully's hut.. your gaze catches the form of Neytiri stand where you had just done.. reaching up to softly touch one of those little creatures before you dissappear out of view.

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We reach the human base quickly, my mind still quite occupied by the strangeness that was today. Neteyam silent ass well and no doubt

Neteyam grasps your hand softly pulling you with him as you enter the base together. "I'm sorry but.. i am not hiding us anymore." He mutters softly, seeming scared of a possible reaction.

I nod at him. "I understand.. don't worry about me.. you have enough to worry about." I squeeze his hand

Your big blue guy laughs softly, "I will always worry for you." He admits.

The scientists in the hall look confused as they see us, we ignore them.

"Oh hey Neteyam what are you doing here so late?" Norm asks confusedly.. until his gaze settles on our conjoined hands.

"I am staying the night in y/n's room." Neteyam says dryly placing an arm over my shoulders and pulling me into his chest.

Norm and the other avatars seem confused.. "Wait.. does Jake know about this?" He asks softly.

The young Na'vi just shrugs before pulling you along again.. leaving the confused man in your wake.

"Did you see all thiose marks on then.. it almost seemed like hickeys." You both heard Norm say to one of his helpers.

The two of you finally reach your room, him smiling broadly as he settles his hands on your waist. "I have never felt so amazing... just telling people that you are my mate.. i am so happy."

"I never expected you to be so impulsive Teyam. I can't say that i mind this new version of you.." i smile softly as i stare into his eyes.

I run my eyes down his chest.. noticing the bruises and hickeys again.

"I think we need to shower my love.. although.. if you are still in an adventurous mood.. we could shower in the larger one on the main floor.." I give him a teasing look, stroking my hand down his hard chest.

Lust fills his eyes. "Allright then my love.. maybe today is finally the day that we get caught by someone who doesn't keep their mouth shut.. i can't say i mind the thought of people recognising my claim on you my little mate.

His hands run up your body.

Chapter 1:

(Hope you enjoyed it!)

Chapter 5,2:

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onestopfanficshop · 9 months

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babysitter's club

pairing/warnings: hobie brown x f!reader; she/her pronouns used! cursing, some smooching, potential misuse of british slang (i'm sorry brits 😭), no phonetic spelling of hobie's accent, mayday being chaotic and adorable, reader and hobie talk about their future (kids), hobie and reader get to pretend to be domestic homeowners for a night, absolutely illegal amounts of fluff

word count: 3k

author's note: WOW okay. this took me over two months (?!?) to write. this is what happens when you take summer classes to get ahead 😔 but ANYWAYS! i hope you guys enjoy this!

"Only give her the one with carrots and the apples if she gets really fussy, okay? Tonight is peas, and... she's made it very clear how she feels about peas, so, good luck," you heard Peter say, chuckling as he closed the fridge and explained more of Mayday's feeding schedule to Hobie.

"Do I look okay?" MJ asked, stealing your attention away from the scene in the kitchen as she fussed with her hair in the hallway mirror.

"You look absolutely perfect," you reassured her, slightly adjusting the necklace that she was wearing. "Make sure you don't forget your umbrella though; I heard it was supposed to rain."

You saw the boys approaching you two from the kitchen and broke out in a grin.

"You lovebirds have nothing to worry about. We'll take good care of Mayday. Right, Hob?" you said, glancing sideways at you him.

"Yes ma'am," he confirmed, giving you a two-finger salute.

"If you guys need anything, just call, okay?" MJ said over her shoulder, stepping through the door that Peter was holding open for her.

Do not call, Peter mouthed when MJ's back was turned, pointing his two fingers at his eyes and then pointing them at you two. You waited until the door closed before you started to giggle.

"Looks like somebody's trying to get shagged tonight," Hobie chuckled, leaning against the living room wall as Mayday giggled happily from where she was seated on her playmat.

"Hobie! There is a child here for crying out loud!" you say exasperated, swatting at his shoulder.

"What? It's not like she knows what that means, love," he responded, looking at you with a lazy grin.

"Can you just—at least attempt to behave, please? I'm not trying to babysit two babies tonight, thank you very much," you say, rolling your eyes as you plant your hands on your denim-clad hips, eyes raking over the messy state of the living room. You made a mental note to pick up Mayday's toys off the floor before MJ and Peter came back.

"Listen, all I'm saying is—,” he pauses, crouching down in front of Mayday and picking up a toy that she had dropped to give it back to her. "If my theory's right—which it most definitely is—we'll be babysitting two babies in no time," he said mischievously.

"Oh my God. You did not just say that," you said, moving to sit cross-legged to the side of Mayday. You tried to stay serious, but you're unable to stop the smile spreading across your face.

"I'm only teasing, promise," Hobie grinned. "You wanna order in?"

"Already did. Wanted to be 100% certain that I was the one who ordered," you say, learning to the side a little as you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and unlocked it to check the status of your delivery.

"Yeah? Why's that?" Hobie asked innocently. Your thumbs pause their scrolling as you look up at Hobie, utterly unamused.

"Because I absolutely will not be bombarded with those ridiculously spicy wings you got for us last time. Genuinely unhinged behavior on your end to not warn me," you say, shuddering as you recall the horrors that your tongue experienced last week. Hobie threw is head back as he laughed, watching your face curl up at the memory.

"Ah, I wish you could've seen it, May-May," he told the child, his face lighting up as he heard Mayday giggle upon hearing his laugh. "Her eyes were so bloody red, like this," he said, chuckling as he pointed to the sleeve on his shirt.

"He's exaggerating, honey; don't mind him," you say, tickling Mayday under the chin, causing her to laugh even more. "My eyes were not that red, Hob," you protested as you smiled at Mayday.

"They absolutely were. I have photo evidence," he rebutted.

"Wha—you took pictures?!" you ask incredulously, whipping your head towards him. "Hobie, I swear on everything, you better dele—"

You're interrupted by the sound of rapid knocking on the door, causing Mayday to make a startled noise as she fearfully grabbed at your arm with her tiny hands. Hobie made his way over to the door as you tried to soothe the girl.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, honey," you say soothingly, hoisting her up and holding her snug on your hip as you untangled your legs to stand up. "It's just the door, bub." You watched as Hobie kicked the door closed with one leg, balancing the pizza on one hand while he locked the door with his other hand.

"Dinner's served," Hobie said triumphantly, setting the box down on dining table.

"We gotta get you your dinner too, huh, May?" you said, gingerly setting her down in her high chair before you tugged open the fridge. You squinted, staring down the rows of puréed baby food before turning to Hobie. "Which one of these are we supposed to give to her again?" you ask, picking up one of the cold jars and turning it over in your hands.

"Tonight is P-E-A-S," Hobie says, recalling what Peter told him. He leans on the kitchen island with his forearms as he skims the paper with the list of instructions that MJ and Peter left for you two. "And then after that is her bath, and—"

"Why on Earth did you just spell pe—"

Your sentence is cut short by Hobie swiftly covering your mouth his his large hand, eyes going wide.

"She hates 'em," he whispered. "Even sayin' the word P-E-A-S throws her into a hissy fit."

"Okay, well—," you throw up your hands in disbelief before planting them on your hips. "When she sees the jar of green P-E-A-S, I'm pretty dam- dang sure that she's gonna know what they are," you pointed out, catching yourself before you swore as you tugged open the drawers to find a tiny spoon for Mayday.

"Nice save," Hobie said, smirking as he took a seat at the dinner table in front of the baby.

"Listen, if she's gonna be upset eating this, you have to be the one to feed her," you sighed. You pulled the jar out of fridge and set it down in front of Hobie, along with the spoon.

"Why me?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"Because she literally adores you?" you replied, as if it was common knowledge.

"Who doesn't?" he said, grinning.

"Alright, funny guy. We'll see if you're smiling when you have the 'vegetable-that-must-not-be-named' thrown all over you," you said, smirking as you opened the pizza box to help yourself. Hobie's hand covered the lid of the jar, and he gave it a firm twist, opening the jar with a pop.

"That's not very fair, love, innit?" he said, frowning at you as you got up to tuck a bib around Mayday's neck.

"It's actually very fair, in my opinion. This is payback for destroying my taste buds last week," you say, settling back into your chair and giving him an expectant look.

"You're never letting that go, eh?" he said, shaking his head. He scooped some of the food onto the baby-sized spoon, gauging Mayday's expression as he cautiously moved the spoon towards her mouth. The baby tentatively accepted the food, tasting it for a second before she scrunched up her face in disgust. Just like you predicted, she spit the food out of her mouth, nearly missing Hobie's shirt as she let out a short wail.

"Uh-oh," you say smugly, taking a bite out of one of your pizza slices. "You having fun yet?"

"May, c'mon," he pleaded with the infant, ignoring your quip. "S'not that bad, I promise," he said, trying to get her to take another spoonful. But Mayday remained defiant, turning her head to the side when Hobie brought the spoon to her mouth again as she let out little cries of frustration. He set the spoon down with a sigh.

"Man, why even make her eat this if she hates it?" he asked to no one in particular, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Kid’s clearly miffed. I say we give her the one with the apples n' the carrots."

"Absolutely not. You get babies on the sweeter stuff now, and they'll never touch vegetables again," you declare adamantly, sliding the baby food over to yourself. You turned around and grabbed a spoon out of the drawer behind you.

"Look, Mayday!" you say cheerfully. You grabbed the spoon, scooped out a bit of the purée, and slathered it on your pizza slice. You mentally prepared yourself for the taste before you took an exaggerated bite, and the infant watched you curiously.

"See? It's really good!" you reassure her, encouraging her to try a spoonful of her food again. This time, she accepted the food from you, although her face still scrunched up every time she took a bite.

"You're a bloody baby whisperer," Hobie said in awe. "Are sure she likes it now?" he asked, taking note of the faces Mayday was making.

"Yeah, she just—" you paused, scraping out the last of pea purée and feeing to her. "A baby's gag reflex is closer to the front of their mouth. That's why they'll sometimes make faces when they eat a new food. Doesn't mean they hate it; they're just trying to decide if they like it or not. Right Mayday?" you say. The baby cooed in response, drooling out a little bit of her dinner. You lifted up the corner of her bib and wiped off the food that had gotten around the corners, and Hobie grinned as he picked up the empty jar, rotating it around and showing it off to Mayday.

"Nice job, kid. Did all that on your own," he said grinning, holding his palm up for a high five (Mayday ended up missing his palm almost entirely, but when you have limited fine motor skills, it's the effort that counts).

"Good job, May!" you beamed, pinching her cheeks. "Alright, lets get you cleaned up for your bath, yeah? We gotta let Hobie eat," you tell her, picking her up from her high chair.

"Finally," he said with an exaggerated sigh.

"So unbelievably dramatic!" you called over your shoulder as you carried Mayday to the bathroom.

Bath time, thankfully, went relatively smoothly (well, minus the part where May tried to play the "water drums", which got an ungodly amount of water onto the floor and subsequently, onto you. You're 99% sure Hobie taught her to do that at some point and made another mental note to lecture him about it later). After you dried her up and got some lotion and baby powder on her, you changed her diaper before getting her into her pajamas. By this point, she was pretty exhausted, and you could see her little eyes fighting to stay open as you laid her down in her crib.

"You were awesome today, May. Get some shut-eye for me, okay?" you said softly, kissing the top of her head. She was already asleep before you even finished your sentence, and you smiled at her one last time before you turned off the lights and quietly shut the door.

Hobie's head turned away from the TV at the sound of your footsteps padding on the floor, and he looked like he was trying to hold in a laugh.

"You look like you've gone swimming," he remarked in an amused tone, looking you up and down.

"You try giving a hyperactive eleven month-old a bath," you reply, sighing as you plopped down next to him on the sofa. You looked down at the splashed cuffs of your jeans before shrugging. "It'll dry, right?"

"For sure," Hobie nodded. "But aren't most eleven month-olds hyperactive?"

"Yeah, but most eleven month-olds aren't Mayday," you say, chuckling as you leaned your head onto his shoulder.

"True that," he laughed, draping his arm across your shoulder.

You two sat in a few minutes of comfortable silence, watching as a random 90s romcom played on screen at a low volume before you spoke again.

"Hey, Hob?" you ask.

"Hm?" he responded, still half-focused on the movie.

"I'm gonna ask you something, and I want you to be honest," you say. You adjust your position so that you're lying on your back across Hobie's lap, hands folded on your chest. He tears his eyes away from the screen and gives you his full attention.

"What is it, love?" he asked, brows furrowing slightly as he looked down at you.

"Did you teach Mayday to play the drums with water?" you ask, fighting back a smile.

"No...," he said mischievously, raising his eyebrows at you.

"Hobie!" you exclaimed quietly, trying not to wake up Mayday as you slapped his thigh.

"Nah, I really didn't. Swear down," he said truthfully, laughing softly as he put his hands up in protest. "Really, you oughta be lookin' at Gwendy for that. She let the kid have a go at her drums once—it was adorable. I mean, also terrible, because she kept missing the actual drums, but still adorable."

"Oh my God, that is too cute. I would've paid money to see that," you replied, fighting back a yawn.

"Yeah? I think Pav and Miles got it on video. I'll have em' send it to you," he chuckled, tracing random shapes on your cheekbones with his thumb. "You tired?"

"Yeah, but...," (this time, you let out your yawn) "...don't let me fall asleep here. I still have to pick up May's toys and put them away. Don't want Peter and MJ coming back to a mess," you sighed.

"Already did that, love," he said. You let your head loll to the side as you looked at the corner of the living room—sure enough, the toys were all neatly put away in the toy chest, and Mayday's playmat was rolled up and tucked away.

"You're an actual lifesaver," you say. You're about to let your eyes relax before you remember another thing, shooting them open again.

"Shit. I gotta do the dishes," you say. You're about to sit up before Hobie plants a hand on your torso, gently pushing you back down.

"Took care of that, too. And recycled the box. And the jar," he tells you, grinning down at you. "I'm a world-class babysitter, c'mon now."

"And a world-class boyfriend," you say, smiling as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. He grabbed both sides of your face and started attacking your face with kisses as best he could at the awkward angle, causing you to let out a giggle.

"Hobie! You're gonna break your neck," you protest against his lips.

"Mm, small price to pay for getting to kiss you," he said, smiling.

"Nuh-uh, because then you'll have to get surgery, and you'll have to go through physical therapy, where they give you a bunch of instructions on what to do to get better, and we all know you hate being told what to do–"

"Alright, alright, point made," he laughed, giving you one last kiss before sitting up straight.

"God, I had no idea that taking care of a baby for a few hours would make me this tired," you sigh, rubbing at your eyes. "How on Earth do Peter and MJ manage to do it every single day?"

"Yeah... s'kinda mad when you really think about it," Hobie said pensively. "I mean, it's non-stop from the moment they're born 'til they move out. Guess you gotta take it day by day, yeah?"

You made a small sound of understanding, pondering what he said.

"How do you feel about... y'know, having kids? Like one day?" you ask quietly, craning your neck to up at him.

“Why? Are you…?” he trailed off, looking at your abdomen with raised eyebrows.

“Nonono, I’m not,” you reassured him, giggling. “I was just wondering.”

"Well, of course," he replied, sinking into the couch a bit more. "I love kids. I'd wanna adopt a whole bunch of 'em. Don't know if I'd be any good at the whole parenting thing, but..." he trailed off, chuckling to himself.

"You would be. I can see the way you are with Mayday; you're practically a natural," you said decidedly. "Me on the other hand... I dunno."

"You don't know?" Hobie said, snorting out a laugh. You turned your head to look at him, frowning.

"Don't laugh at me!" you protested, swatting at his shoulder.

"M'not laughing at you, swear," he said. "It's just funny you're saying that because you were a natural with May. You'd be an amazing mum."

"Really?" you ask, craning to look up at him.

"Really," Hobie confirmed, planting a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. You started to giggle, but the sound was quickly drowned out by a loud clap of thunder in the distance. You sat upright, startled by the noise as you peered behind the couch at the windows, and you were met by the sight of a sudden downpour.

"Oh God... I really hope that didn't wake up—"

Right on cue, you and Hobie heard the static noise of Mayday wailing through the baby monitor. You sighed as Hobie gently untangled himself from you, patting your thigh twice.

"I'll go get her," he reassured you, leaving the living room and disappearing into the nursery. You flopped back down on the couch again, groaning when another clap of thunder struck a few seconds later. You heard the sound of Hobie's socks shuffling on the ground, causing you to sit up and turn your head. You were greeted by the sight of a sleepy and disgruntled Mayday, who was clinging to the collar of Hobie's worn t-shirt. Her hair was frazzled, and her poor eyes were red from all the crying.

"Aw, it's alright, honey," you said soothingly. You outstretched your arms to Hobie, and he handed her to you to hold her. She curled up in a ball against your chest, watery blue eyes looking up at you as a few more lone sniffles came out.

"It's just a bit of thunder, love. You're alright as long as we're here, yeah?" Hobie chimed in. He sat next to you now, smoothing down the red hair on the baby's head in an attempt to calm her.

"You wanna stay here with us until the storm's over?" you asked gently. May let out a soft coo in response, so you took that as a yes. You grabbed the throw blanket that was sitting next to you on the couch and draped it across all three of you, and you let your head drop onto Hobie's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and Mayday to tuck you both in. It wasn't long before the three of you fell into a peaceful sleep.

The door opened an hour later with the soft click of the door unlocking.

“Well, that was the most fun I’ve had in a while, honey,” Peter said, kissing the top of MJ’s forehead.

“Until it started pouring,” she replied, laughing. “What d’you think the kids are up to?”

Mary-Jane’s question was answered as soon as they rounded the corner. They were greeted by the sight of the three of you tangled up with the fluffy throw blanket hanging halfway off the couch. Hobie’s head rested on top of yours, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist. Your arms were around Mayday, who was sound asleep—a string of drool was dangling from her mouth, which was precariously close to landing on your jeans.

“Well, would you look at that,” Peter whispered, chuckling. He dug around in his pocket and grabbed his phone to snap a pic of the sweet scene in front of them.

“We’re definitely framing this.”

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tigertales9 · 9 months

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Sink or Swim

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Angst / Fluff

Description: Things go sideways when you invite your new neighbors over for cocktails and nibbles

Time/Place: Off-season (mid-July 2023) / Cincinnati, Ohio

A/N: This fic takes place a couple weeks back, pre-camp and pre-calf injury 😢

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You check your phone for what seems like the 100th time in the last hour, rushing to finish setting up your cocktails and nibbles spread before your new neighbors, Jake and Eric, arrive. "Where the hell is Joe?" you mutter under your breath, adding several slices of fresh lime to an obscenely large pitcher of margaritas just as your doorbell rings.

You hurry to answer it, greeting your guests and ushering them through the house to the back patio where you have several appetizers ready to accompany the aforementioned pitcher of margs. You get both guys set up with drinks and nibbles before checking your phone again.

Nothing. You chew your lip and toggle back and forth between mad and worried at the fact you haven't heard from Joe in the last several hours. He hasn't responded to your calls or texts and that is 100% not like him. Last you heard he was headed to Black Sheep to work out, but he promised to be home by 6:30 to meet your new neighbors.

"Joe should be here any minute," you smile, trying to relax and make small talk while still being in a state of uncertainty.

After quickly downing your first margarita, you're feeling much more relaxed as Jake tells a story of how his perfectly planned marriage proposal went comically wrong. The three of you are still laughing like hyenas when the patio door opens and Joe walks out, the look on his face causing you to immediately jump up and intercept him.

"Hey," you chirp, your eyes going wide when he ignores you and strides straight up to Jake who hurriedly gets on his feet. "Joe, this is Jake, our new neighbor," you state, looking back and forth between the two men.

"Wow, you look a lot taller in person," Jake chuckles, holding a hand out to shake. "Thanks," Joe mutters, squeezing Jake's hand harder than necessary while flashing a smile that doesn't quite reach his pale blue eyes. Jake snatches his hand out of Joe's overly-firm grasp and takes a step back. "This is Eric," he mutters, gesturing at the smaller man standing beside him. "Don't shake his hand," he whispers loudly to Eric, both men giving him wary smiles before you break the tension.

"Joe? Can I talk to you inside for a sec?" you ask, giving him a 'don't try me' look when he cuts his eyes at you. Joe gives a terse nod and heads for the house. "Be right back," you whisper to your guests, quickly following Joe inside.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" you hiss as soon as you close the patio door. "And where the hell have you been?"

"Me and some guys went to that bar just around the corner from the gym. Had a beer and a few wings, no biggie."

"No biggie?" you seethe. "You were supposed to be home by 6:30 to meet our new neighbors." He rolls his eyes as you continue. "You've been ignoring my calls and texts for the last few hours. Would you like to explain why?"

"My agent was annoying me so I decided to ignore my phone for awhile." He gives a nonchalant shrug. "Sorry I forgot about cocktails with the new neighbors, but I'm not loving the fact that I just caught my fiancée getting hit on by two men."

"Getting hit on? Have you lost your mind?"

"I know what I saw! I watched y'all for a few minutes before coming outside."

You take a deep breath and give Joe a slow once-over, taking in his purple tee, black shorts and the black headband keeping his unruly curls somewhat in check. "They're married," you state, narrowing your eyes at him when he hits you with a stank face.

"Oh yeah? Well, where are their wives?" he asks, accompanying his stank face with a bitchy smirk. "They probably got tired of watching their husbands eye-fuck you so they went home."

"You have lost your damn mind," you snort, shaking your head in disbelief.

"But I'm not wrong, am I?"

"You are 100 percent wrong," you snap. "Jake and Eric are a couple!" Joe's eyes widen as you continue. "They're married to each other."

You can tell from the look on his face the exact moment the realization hits. "Oh," he murmurs, quickly followed by an even more emphatic "ohhhhhhh, why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think I needed to tell you. If you'd been home at 6:30 -- like you promised -- it would've been immediately apparent when you met them. Don't try to shift the blame onto me!"

"I'm not trying to shift . . ."

"And another thing," you interrupt, stepping forward to put a finger in his face. "It's not my fault that you're a heteronormative jackass!"

"You know I'm not like that," he argues.

"And yet here we are," you scoff, rolling your eyes as you brush past him and grab a plate of brownies off the counter.

"I, ummm, I'll join y'all as soon as I pee."

"Suit yourself," you mutter, throwing him a look as you head back outside.

You walk back out and give the guys a quick apology. "Sorry about that," you soothe. "He totally forgot about cocktails & nibbles tonight." You set the brownies down on the table before continuing. "Not to mention he thought y'all were hitting on me."

"Told ya!" Jake hoots, pointing a finger at Eric.

"Y'all picked up on that, huh?" you ask.

"Yeah, we figured he had the wrong idea," Jake chuckles. "I told Eric I'm surprised he didn't whip it out and pee on your leg to mark his territory."

Y'all are still cackling when the patio door opens and Joe ambles out to join you, a slightly sheepish look on his face as he approaches the table. "I owe y'all an apology," he says, dropping into a chair and giving Jake and Eric a sincere smile. "Can we hit the reset button?"

"Absolutely!" Eric chirps, grabbing the plate of brownies and shoving it at Joe. "Here, have a brownie. They make everything better."

Joe laughs along with the guys as he grabs a frosted brownie and takes a big bite. He chews and swallows before speaking up. "Best brownie I've ever tasted."

"For real," Jake agrees. "We def need to get the recipe from Y/n."

"Y/n is an amazing cook," Joe states, giving you a smile while polishing off his brownie. "She's actually amazing at everything," he continues, winking at you as he reaches for another gooey confection.

"Awww," Eric and Jake say in unison, laughing when you narrow your eyes at Joe before joining in the laughter.

Thirty minutes later -- after another margarita and some fun banter between the entire group -- you excuse yourself to use the bathroom. As you finish peeing your phone chimes with a text. You see it's from your best friend, and it's a simple "WTF?" plus a link.

You quickly wash your hands before clicking the link. It takes you to a twitter post of a bleached blonde woman hanging all over your man. You bite your lip as you peruse the pic -- her push-up bra doing work under her low-cut top as she leans against Joe, her smile looking like the cat that ate the canary. You feel an absolute wave of anger flow through you as you read her caption. "Met Joe Burrow tonight! So glad I got to tell him how HOT he is in person! He seemed to really appreciate it."😉

You send a quick reply to your bestie and head back outside, your poker face in full effect as Joe meets your gaze for several seconds before returning his attention to Eric who is telling a funny story about accidentally setting his college mascot on fire with a sparkler.

You take a deep breath, seething at the disrespect your man has dished out this evening. It's not that a woman basically threw herself at him, hell you're used to both men and women thirsting over him and it's not an issue; he's objectively hot as fuck. But the fact that he ghosted your ass for several hours and blew off your plans? Fuck that, you think to yourself. He's gonna hear about it later.

You tune back into the conversation as Joe continues to make small talk with the guys, a thought forming in the back of your mind about the reaction Joe had when he came home. By the time Jake and Eric leave -- carrying several brownies home with them -- you think you've pretty much got the entire thing figured out.

Joe closes the front door behind your guests and breathes an audible sigh of relief. "They're really nice," he states, his eyebrows heading for his hairline when he turns around and sees the look on your face. "What is it?" he asks.

"How many women hit on you at the bar tonight?"

"None," he scoffs, giving you an incredulous look.

"What's this then?" you ask, showing him the tweet on your phone.

He squints at the screen for a second before meeting your gaze. "I didn't think she was hitting on me," he states, shrugging his shoulders when you roll your eyes at him.

"So if I was at a bar, and a guy was hanging all over me telling me I'm hot, would you think he was hitting on me?" you ask.

"Maybe," he mumbles.

"There's no 'maybe' about it, Joseph, and you know it! -- So let's break it down: you blew off our plans tonight, ghosted my ass for several hours, projected your shitty behavior onto me and our new neighbors when you finally came drag-assing home, and LIED to my face just now about getting hit on at the bar. Does that about cover it?"

"I forgot about our plans and lost track of time. And what the hell does 'projected' mean?"

"It means when you came home and saw me and the guys having a laugh, you immediately decided we were doing something shady like you did at the bar. Pure projection on your part."

"I didn't do anything shady."

You stare at him for several seconds while he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, gathering your thoughts before finally speaking. "I've got so many things I wanna say to you, but I probably shouldn't," you admit.

"Go ahead and say 'em," he mutters. "Just unload on me. Maybe it'll make you feel better."

You narrow your eyes at him. "You know what would make me feel better? If you came close to putting as much effort into this relationship as I do." He drops his gaze to the floor as you continue. "I've curated my entire life the last several years around your wants and needs. I live in a city that I would never live in if I wasn't with you. I like it fine, but it's not my first choice."

Joe picks at a thumbnail as you forge ahead. "I work from home so I can be at your beck and call." You feel tears start to roll down your cheeks but you keep going. "I can't remember the last time we did something spontaneous like grab an ice cream cone and walk around downtown, go on a picnic, go to the farmers market, a pumpkin patch or a dozen other little things that I'd love to do with you."

"I'm sorry," Joe mumbles, his gaze capturing yours as you angrily wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

You shake your head in agitation. "Your excuse for never doing much with me in town is because you don't want the attention of fans, but it's obvious you actually love the attention as long as I'm not there to cockblock."

"Not true," he argues.

"Let me rephrase that," you sneer. "You love the attention as long as it's from thirsty women who mash their titties against you and tell you how hot you are."

He shakes his head but keeps his mouth shut as you continue.

"I used to love international travel, but that's something else I've basically had to give up for you. The last time I left the country was almost three years ago when I went to Paris with my mom, aunt and cousin for my cousin's 21st birthday. I felt bad about leaving you alone for ten days so I haven't done it since. Meanwhile, my passport is gathering cobwebs since you don't think there's any reason to leave the U.S. for vacation."

"You're right," he states, raking a hand through his messy curls while giving you a pleading look. "You're absolutely right and I promise to do better."

The silence stretches out for several heartbeats before you speak up again. "Quit saying what I wanna hear. I'm not done being mad at you yet."

"What can I do to make it better?"

"Not a damn thing. I mean, nothing says 'fuck you' quite like ghosting your fiancée cause you're enjoying the attention of thirsty randos at a bar."

"I didn't enjoy it," he mutters, a hot blush rising in his cheeks as you stare at him unblinking. "I didn't flirt back," he mumbles under his breath, biting his lip when you give a derisive snort.

"You didn't flirt back, huh? You wanna cookie for that?"

"No."

"Then how about a little of your own medicine?"

"Meaning?"

You wipe the rest of the tears off of your face before answering. "Meaning I have plans Friday night with the girls."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet," you shrug. "Maybe a bar, maybe a club." You take a step toward him and tilt your head back to look up into his face. "The only thing I know for sure is I'm gonna wear something short, tight and low-cut, a pair of fuck-me pumps and some dick-sucking red lipstick. Pretty sure that'll get me a little attention, don't you think?"

"That'll get you a fucking ton of attention and you know it," he grumbles.

"Yeah, I know." You give him a bitchy grin and bat your eyelashes. "But I promise not to flirt back," you snark, throwing his own words in his face before spinning around and heading for the back door. "I'm gonna take a swim to cool off," you state, slamming the door behind you.

Joe steps out onto the patio just as you pour yourself another margarita. "It's not a good idea to get too lit before swimming," he scolds, dropping into a patio chair as you guzzle the entire drink before setting the glass on the table with a loud thud.

"I'm a better swimmer than you even when I'm tipsy," you boast, yanking your halter top off, quickly followed by your shorts and strapless bra. You give him an arrogant smirk while his gaze rakes over your mostly-naked body. "I've been swimming since I was four years old, plus I was on the varsity swim team in high school."

"I know you're an amazing swimmer," he admits, "but you probably didn't practice or compete while shitfaced."

"I'm not shitfaced," you argue, pondering whether or not to keep your purple lace thong on for a few seconds before Joe's voice cuts into your thoughts.

"How many margaritas have you had?"

"Three."

"And you feel tipsy, right?"

"Yes, Officer Burrow, I feel a little tipsy," you snark, rolling your eyes at him. "You wanna give me a field sobriety test?"

"I wanna give you something," he states, treating you to another slow once-over. "Let's go to bed."

"No." You put your hands on your hips as he stands up and levels a no-nonsense gaze at you.

"Look, that last drink hasn't even hit yet. I don't think it's safe for you to swim."

"Well, good thing I don't need your permission," you snap, grabbing the margarita pitcher and chugging the last several swallows before setting it back down; you smack your lips in the most annoying way possible and give him a catty wink before turning to sprint for the pool, a shot of pure adrenaline racing through you when you hear him hot on your heels. You hit the jets (you were also a track star in high school) and launch yourself into the pool just before he can grab you, hitting the cool water in a sleek, shallow dive that barely ripples the surface.

You swim the entire length of the pool underwater before coming up for air. You throw a look over your shoulder while catching your breath, surprised to see a pile of clothes and a pair of sneakers where Joe was last standing but he's nowhere in sight.

Before your alcohol-fogged brain has time to register the meaning, he pops up right beside you in the deep end of the pool, his smug smirk leveling all the way up to cocky when you let out a surprised squeal. "You scared me!" you holler, splashing water in his face when he laughs at you.

"Come here," he orders, swimming toward you while you continue to retreat, his eyes going wide as he realizes what you're about to do.

"I'll race you," you challenge just before pushing off hard from the wall; you immediately launch into a strong freestyle stroke, the once placid water churning as the two of you swim side-by-side down the length of the pool, your groan of aggravation loud in the humid night air as you quickly look over just before you touch and realize he's barely beat you. "Dammit!" you snap. "And I even had a head start."

"Not much of one," he soothes. "I got a good push-off like half a second after you."

"Oh shut up," you grumble, making your way over to the pool steps while wringing the water out of your long hair.

"I mean it was really close," he states, watching as you climb the steps and plop down on the top step, his gaze immediately drawn to the way your boobs bounce and jiggle as you vigorously finger comb your hair.

"Don't look so smug," you mutter. "You're almost a foot taller than me plus you have those long-ass noodle arms. Of course you're gonna out-touch me."

"Noodle arms?"

"Not to mention I have more drag working against me since my tits are way bigger than your dick."

"Damn, woman," he chuckles. "Noodle arms plus a small dick. You really know how to make a man feel good about himself."

"Quit fishing for compliments; you know your dick is huge but it's smaller than my boobs, especially when you're not hard." You flick a quick glance down his body, unable to see much below hip level since it's underwater. "I'm assuming you're not hard."

"Not yet," he purrs, giving you a dirty wink when you roll your eyes at him. "What about the noodle arms?" he pouts.

You run your gaze over his muscular arms before responding. "I was just talking about the length not the thickness."

"Mmmm, talk dirty to me," he groans, walking closer until he's just a noodle-arm's length away from you.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Literally every word coming out of your pretty mouth is pissing me off right now."

"Why don't you shut me up then?" he goads, giving you a filthy grin.

"Meaning?"

He slowly licks his lips while staring directly at your lace-covered crotch. "I know better than to talk with my mouth full soooo."

"Oh good one," you snort, quickly standing up before shucking your panties off; you wring the water out of them then grab your towel and dry off, giving Joe a knowing smirk as he watches you closely. "You just wanna get your dick wet."

"My dick's already wet," he quips, climbing the pool steps to reveal his very wet, semi-erect member.

You roll your eyes and toss the towel at him as you turn to walk toward the house. "You know what I mean," you grumble, throwing a look over your shoulder as you continue toward the house. "Just because I'm tipsy doesn't mean I'm gonna forget I'm mad. You'll just have to get yourself off tonight."

You take exactly three more strides before you feel his hands on your waist. "Put me down!" you grit out, simultaneously annoyed and impressed at how easily he snatches you up and wrangles your squirming body onto the oversized rattan daybed sitting in the far corner of your covered patio. You hit the plush cushions facedown with him partially on top of you, his big frame holding you in place as you continue to squirm.

"Manhandling a woman who is much smaller than you is not the flex you think it is," you snap, biting your lip as he pushes your damp hair to the side so he can nip and suck at your sensitive neck. "But I bet you're wet," he whispers in your ear, causing a shiver to run through you. "Of course I'm wet," you scoff. "I just got out of the pool and didn't fully dry off." His dirty chuckle causes a throb of arousal in your core. "You know what I mean," he purrs, echoing your words from earlier. "Whatever. I'm not remotely aroused," you lie, going completely still as he slowly slides one hand from the base of your neck down the length of your spine. "Let me get you off," he whispers, massaging your ass while nipping your earlobe hard enough to make you gasp. "I'm the reason you're mad and stressed out," he continues. "You'll sleep better if make you cum a couple times."

"I doubt if you can get me in the mood," you grumble, your voice muffled by the daybed cushion. "Well at least let me try," he coaxes, sliding a hand between your thighs while nibbling at the super-sensitive spot just behind your ear. "Good girl," he purrs as you spread your legs a bit wider to give him better access, his deep voice in your ear causing a gush of liquid heat in your core.

You try to stifle a whimper as he ghosts two fingers over your slit, dipping just inside to get them wet before pulling out to tease you, going deeper and deeper each time until he's finger-fucking you with slow, deep strokes.

You try your best to keep quiet but your body language gives you away, your back arching to help him hit the perfect angle over and over before he suddenly withdraws his fingers. You're about to protest when you hear loud sucking noises, a shot of arousal rushing through you when you realize he's sucking your essence off his fingers.

"That's not pool water, baby girl," he teases, smacking his lips like he's enjoying filet mignon. "Shut up," you grumble, smiling against the cushions as he graces you with a raunchy laugh. "You know the best way to shut me up," he goads. "Fine," you state, rolling onto your back before spreading your legs, a sizzle of heat racing through you at the look of pure lust on his face as he immediately crawls in between. You shove a pillow under your head for a better view as he gets down to business.

Your first climax hits fast, with Joe's tongue on your clit and two fingers inside you, his deep voice speaking delicious praise against your most sensitive flesh as he expertly works you, your hands fisted in his hair and his name on your lips as you come apart.

You're still gasping for breath when he goes for round two, using his thumbs to spread you open while slowly thrusting his tongue deep inside, avoiding your over-sensitive clit for what seems like ages until you start writhing and begging for release.

He uses his entire sensual playbook to bring you to the edge over and over, holding intense eye contact as he teases you with his tongue and fingers, pulling back occasionally to talk dirty to you, causing your pleasure points to throb at the raw lust in his voice.

"I'm close!" you gasp for about the 15th time, groaning in frustration when he flutters his tongue over your clit before pulling back. "Joseph, if you don't finish me off I'm gonna do it myself!" you warn, a shot of pure arousal overriding the alcohol flowing through your veins at the sound of his deep, throaty chuckle. "Yes, ma'am," he purrs, adding an expert flick to the thrust and drag of his talented fingers inside you, ruthlessly hitting your g-spot while sucking your clit.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as your climax hits, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through you as he continues to stroke you through your orgasm. Your heavy breathing is the only sound you hear for several minutes, your pulse jack-hammering then slowly returning to normal as you come back down.

When you finally catch your breath you hit Joe with a bratty smirk. "You did a lot of talking for a man who says he doesn't talk with his mouth full."

"You complaining?" he asks.

"No, sir," you chuckle, reaching for him just as he eases off the daybed. "Are we finished here?" you ask.

"Don't want you to think I'm just trying to get my dick wet."

"I was mad when I said that," you grumble.

"I know." He leans down and gives you a quick kiss. "But dick is not on the menu tonight."

"You're gonna be hardheaded about it, huh?"

"Yep."

"Suit yourself," you mutter, vaguely registering the sound of the patio door opening and closing.

A few minutes later Joe shakes your shoulder. "You awake?" he asks, smiling when you give him a sleepy look. "Sit up and take these," he orders, holding out two ibuprofen and a bottle of water, watching closely as you do his bidding. "Thanks," you mutter, drinking more water before standing up. "I need to go take a shower, but I gotta clean up first," you grump, taking a couple steps toward the patio table before he stops you. "I'll clean up," he promises. "You go grab a shower and get in bed."

"You sure?" you ask, trying to stifle a huge yawn as he grins at you. "I got this," he states, patting your plump butt as you walk by him heading for the door. "Thanks, babe," you murmur, letting loose another yawn as you walk inside.

Fifteen minutes later you slide between your cool, crisp sheets, freshly showered and wearing nothing but a pair of panties. You wince as you replay the evening in your mind, feeling a little bad for reaming Joe out. He had it coming, you think to yourself, turning off your bedside lamp and trying to relax.

You're still half awake several minutes later when Joe walks into the mostly-dark bedroom; he sets a bottle of water on your bedside table before heading into the bathroom, the thoughtful gesture making you feel even worse. You sigh as you hear the shower turn on, sitting up to drink some water while pondering what to do. "I'll apologize as soon as he comes to bed," you whisper to yourself, setting the water back on the bedside table before laying down. You toss and turn for a couple minutes before hopping out of bed to turn the ceiling fan on. The quiet hum of the fan has you relaxing in no time, and the last sound you register is the shower turning off just before you drift off to sleep.

~ ~ ~ Four hours later ~ ~ ~

You wake up slowly, stretching your legs before rolling over to look at Joe, surprised to see him sitting up with his back against the padded headboard, the glow of his laptop giving him an ethereal look.

"Hey," you whisper.

"Hey," he says, giving you a smile as you yawn and stretch again. "How do you feel?"

"Fine."

"No headache?"

"No." You give him a wink. "Luckily Dr. Burrow got me to take some ibuprofen and guzzle water before bed. Worked like a charm."

"So far tonight I've been Officer Burrow and Dr. Burrow." He raises an eyebrow as he continues. "Pretty sure we're gonna need to do a little role-playing in the near future."

"Damn right," you purr, sharing a naughty smile with him before turning serious. "Listen, I want to apologize . . ."

"Nope," he interrupts. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"I was kinda rude earlier."

"And I deserved it. -- I can't sleep because I've been thinking about everything you said. I've been doing a little soul-searching and a little web-searching," he nods at his laptop, "and I've got a few things to talk to you about. Is now a good time?"

"Yeah," you whisper, pushing up into a sitting position and quickly pulling the sheet up to cover your bare breasts; you grab your water bottle and take several swallows as he continues.

"First of all, I want to say you were right about everything you said earlier. I've been lazy and complacent, but I'm gonna do better. I promise." He forges ahead before you can formulate a response. "Since we're so close to training camp there's not a whole lot we can do, but I have a few suggestions." He gives you a sweet smile. "You wanna hear 'em?"

"Of course," you answer, smiling back as he scoots closer to you; you notice he has several tabs open on his laptop, and you give it a brief glance before returning your attention to him.

"Do you have any plans for next Wednesday night?" he asks.

You think for a second. "No, I'm free."

"Wanna go to Sotto?"

"Really?"

He leans down and drops a quick kiss on your smiling face before responding. "Really. I'll make a reservation for 7:00 if that's okay? You know I get hangry if we eat too late."

"That sounds perfect," you chuckle, already contemplating what you'll wear.

"Speaking of reservations," he continues. "Why don't we take Jake and Eric out to eat since I kinda ruined our first meeting. I was thinking we could go to The Precinct. I'll reserve a private dining room and we can treat them to a nice dinner."

"Great idea, babe, they'll love that. I'll call Eric tomorrow and ask when they'd like to go."

"Okay, but I'm making the reservation, so just let me know when to schedule it."

"Yes, sir," you purr, giving him a sultry look when he raises his eyebrows at you.

"You better quit looking at me like that or I won't finish this conversation before pouncing on you."

"Yes, sirrrrrr," you repeat, giggling when he rolls his eyes in mock-agitation.

"Okay moving on," he chuckles. "Remember when we went to that party at the lake last summer? There was that cool lakehouse that we drove by a couple times when we got lost looking for the party?"

You furrow your brow as you try to think back, your face lighting up when the memory clicks into place. "The tall, narrow three-story house with the rooftop deck?"

"Yep," he grins, opening a tab on his computer and swiveling it to show you the screen. "It's called 'The Crows' Nest' and it's an Airbnb."

"No way." You lean closer for a better look. "It's even more awesome than I remember."

"I booked it for three nights during our bye week."

"Shut up!" you squeal, slapping Joe's arm as he looks simultaneously stoked and smug.

"I hope three nights is enough," he says nervously. "I thought about doing four, but . . ."

"Three nights is plenty," you interject. "If I remember correctly, it's about an hour and a half drive. We'll have an amazing getaway and be back in plenty of time for you to prep for the 49ers game the following week."

"I love that you already know my schedule."

"Front, back, side to side, Mr. Burrow," you purr, giving him a saucy wink.

"You're amazing," he states, dropping a kiss on your forehead before continuing. "Our bye week is early this year, so it'll be warm enough to make a nest on that rooftop deck and do a little stargazing." He smiles as he thinks about it. "We can take that telescope you got me for my birthday; if the sky is clear we'll be able to see a couple planets."

You bite your lip trying not to laugh. "What?" he asks, grinning at the cheeky look on your face. "I'm dying to make a Uranus joke," you snicker, making sure to pronounce it in the most your-anus way possible. You both cackle for a bit before settling down.

You eventually lean against him and look up into his face. "Thank you for doing all of this. You didn't have to, but I'm glad you did," you whisper, smiling against his lips when he gives you a lingering kiss.

"I wanted to do it. And if we weren't so dang close to camp, I'd do even more." He nips your bottom lip before leaning back. "I've got one more thing to show you," he says, opening another tab before nodding at the computer screen. You lean closer as you read out loud. "Apply for a first-time passport." Your eyes go wide as you look at him. "Are you for real?"

"Totally for real," he chuckles. "I made an appointment for next week to go down and get it done. I gotta take proof of citizenship, a photo ID, the completed application, my blood type, DNA sequence, inseam, shoe size and dick length."

"Flaccid or hard," you deadpan, grinning when Joe snort laughs at your quick comeback. "I'm so proud of you," you continue. "Getting a first-time passport is a pain in the ass, but you can renew it by mail and that's much easier."

"I'll take your word for it," he grumbles, "but I've got big plans once I finally get it."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Well, I mean … I hope you'll be okay planning our first big international trip. I'll be happy to help, but I'm gonna need you to take the lead on this, okay?"

"Okay," you whisper, trying hard to hold it together while he continues.

"We have all season to plan something amazing for next off-season. You can pick the destination, and I'll help with smaller things like restaurants and activities." He bites his lip as tears start rolling down your cheeks. "I hope those are happy tears since I made you cry the sad kind earlier tonight," he mumbles, his gorgeous eyes so filled with regret that you cry a little harder.

"They're major happy tears," you sniff, staring into his eyes as he wipes your tears away and drops kisses in their place. "I know your fav place to be is at home," you sniffle, "and . . ."

"My fav place to be is where you are," he interrupts. "Doesn't matter if that's here at home or halfway across the world; wherever you are is where I wanna be." He quickly sets the laptop on his bedside table before pulling you close. "I love you," he states, leaning into your caress as you raise a hand to play with his hair. "I love you, too," you whisper, pressing kisses on his face before locking eyes with him.

"Can I be honest with you?" you ask.

"Of course."

"I'm still going out Friday night."

"Damn!" he grumbles.

"I'm teasing!" you giggle, sticking your tongue out when he narrows his eyes at you.

"Trying to rile me up, huh?" he asks.

"Maybe a little."

"That's cute," he states, giving you a loaded look. "But I know exactly what you'll be doing Friday night."

"What?"

"Wearing something short, tight and low-cut, a pair of fuck-me pumps and some dick-sucking red lipstick." He gives you a smug smile. "But instead of wearing it to the club, you're gonna wear it for me."

"Here at home?"

"Yep, date night. I'll get dinner delivered -- whatever you want -- plus flowers, Champagne and anything else you want." He punctuates this statement with a filthy wink before continuing. "Then I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight."

"Sounds like a plan," you purr, sliding your panties off and sling-shotting them across the room. "Can we get an early start on the fucking part?"

"Yes, ma'am," he growls, both of you smiling ear-to-ear as he shucks his undies off before pushing up on one arm to look down at you, his tousled curls tumbling over his forehead as he uses his free hand to caress your breasts, your smiles morphing into something much more primal as his mouth captures yours.

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