So many scenarios of Ian and Mickey breaking their ābusiness partnersā character I love it. Maybe someone gets a little too snippy with Ian and Mickeys gonna get all āI know youāre not talking to my husband like thatš”ā Or maybe a client laughs with a little too much giddiness at one of Mickeys sarcastic lines and Ian goes āheās married š”ā and the guys like āuh so are you? what are you his body guardā not realizing their married to eachother and letās just say they donāt go back there.
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heartbeat- oscar piastri
summary- oscar is dating a actor, who happens to be sebastian's daughter
pairings- oscar piastri x actor!reader
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Everything About Your Future Spouse +Traits & Initials
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(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)
Hi it's Lunadream~ This is my first future spouse reading for you guys, so let me know if you wanna see more readings like this one.ā¤ļø We will learn everything on your future spouse and specific details about them.
hope you find your messageš„°
Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!ā” If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 This is a general reading for many people!
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Now, shall we begin~? ^w^
Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~ā¤ļø
Pile 1š¹
Pile 2šŖ·
Pile 3š
Pile 4š·
Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~ā”
On to the readings ā> š
Pile 1š¹
Sign energy: Cold, Darling, Concert, Silence, Provide, Saturn, Aries, 5th house, 4th house, Sun,āļøāļøāļøš«”
š¹All about your future spouse: I kinda felt there would for sure be some successful energy from this pile's future spouse lol. Not necessarily prideful but definitely they know their worth, and I'm typically seeing an entrepreneur/family business thing going on with you twošš š¼ I love this couple's energy so much. Idk why but I'm getting some of you may be Aries-Aquarius relationship or Aries-Cancer relationship. They could have Capricorn, Aquarius, Aries, Leo, or Cancer placements in their chart. Omg your spouse will know how to mix work and play so well!! Like one minute they are serious down to business and the next dragging you off to a concert and jamming out with you LOLš¤£ You guys may tie the knot sometime in winter. It's in the cards my pile 1's this person WILL PROVIDE.šøš°š Like your future spouse will dedicate so much to their family, and they will make a great parent I'm hearing for those who are interested in thatšš Omg so like at their work space they are super cold and sooo different from the way they are at home with their spouse/family, at home they are literally so sweet to their partner and love playing with their kids but they DON'T PLAY at work oml like people they work with will have mad respect for your future spouse, I'm kinda getting boss energy so that could be because everyone is under your future spouse or working for them.šļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ļ潚 They show authority to others I'm seeing people greeting your future spouse like saluting to them (maybe they're in high position), bowing to your future spouse, ect. Your future spouse is so soft spoken and sweet with my pile 1's, meanwhile at work they may be more stern or harsh. They don't mind stepping on toes to give everything to their family.š„ŗšš Ride or die for their family vibes. Seriously you will mean so much to this person, you will be a huge highlight in your future spouse's life. It's so sweet, so loving.š„¹ā¤ļø
š¬Initials: X, F, V, U, R
šLocations: North america, North, Australia, South, Europe (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live togetherš„°)
š¼Occupations: Entrepreneur, Public figure, Manager, Business owner, CEO, Finance, Artist, Politician, Media Influencer, Property owner, High status official, Entertainment industry
šMessages from your future spouse: I can't believe it, I can't look you in the eyes, You left an impression on me, Come to your senses, I'm so tempted (š)
Extra cards: Public image, Connection, Synchrony, Sagittarius, Cupid
Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!ā¤ļø
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ź(ļ½”Ė įµ Ė )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the red rose emoji~š¹ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next readingš
Pile 2šŖ·
Sign energy: Eyebrows, Decor, February, Train, Siren, Chiron, 11th house, Water, South node, Earth,š¦šš°š
š¹All about your future spouse: Okay so definitely getting water sign energy with this one. Your future spouse has such adorable traits!!š©š They may be born in february so Pisces is likely. Aquarius, Earth or Water placements too. They may work online or have an online business, it's something really clever and innovative I'm hearing. Your future spouse will have a very delicate occupation like it's nothing extreme or dangerous it's actually super simple and successful.ššØ This may be designing, home related, advertising, ect. I just feel like their job is so sweet idk why. It really suits them and they have such a calm and gentle work space. Your spouse will make money online or that is a source for themšøš»š« You may connect with them through social media or that is where you first see them. They are intuitive and have exceptional ideas, I feel like they really think out of the ordinary.š” For some of you this spouse may have a job that requires getting on a trainš My pile 2's your future spouse will be unique and very interesting to you.āØļø They will heal your past, like you can depend on them.š« Their eyebrows may be a noticeable physical trait of theirs. Your future spouse may live near a bridge or water, also you guys may have a small thing of growing your own fruits or vegetables?? For some of you that may be the case, it's really cute omg.š„ŗš©· This will feel like a very healthy relationship for you both, a breath of fresh air. I feel like this person can be whatever you want them to be, like they will change for the better for you.š Omg can can we talk about how worried they get over you?? Like if you get injured or they think the slightest thing is bothering you, they will ask you what's wrong and comfort you until you feel better.š¢š§š Like they just know. Your future spouse has soft siren vibes imo, not the intense scary kind but the adorable floppy fish vibes idk??šš¤£ They are just there for you whenever you need themš This is a really soft and innocent relationship you guys will have. :D
š¬Initials: F, Z, L, W, J
šLocations: U.S.A, Turkey, Hawaii, Indonesia, Australia (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live togetherš„°)
š¼Occupations: Brand owner, Home design, Online marketing, Architecture, Interior designer, Online business, Editor, Graphic design, Freelance artist, Social media management
šMessages from your future spouse: I get lost in your eyes, All you have to do is ask, I'll tell them myself, Have you thought of me lately? I think you're a great person (They love my pile 2's vibešš©·)
Extra cards: Above, Blood, Embrace, Union, Unrequited love
Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!ā¤ļø
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ź(ļ½”Ė įµ Ė )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the pink lotus emoji~šŖ· Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next readingš
Pile 3š
Sign energy: Love letter, Wish, Spouse, Chiron, Long, Cancer, Aries, Mercury, 1st house, 3rd house,šš„²š¦š
š¹All about your future spouse: Wow interesting my pile 3's your future spouse is so recognizable, you will notice them right away.ššā¤ļø Prominent signs for them are Cancer, Aries, Virgo, and Gemini. They will be so into you from the start lol like serious about you. They will confess many times to ensure they have you, They could have long legs or something long in their appearance, their tongue could be.š¶ Anyways they will speak to you first I'm hearing, it will not be hard for them to strike up a conversation with you. You will be shocked by their forward approach, they may be surprisingly honest in the beginning like "let's get this thing straight, I'm into you" kinda thingš¤ā¤ļø But like once you become closer you will see how romantic and loving your future spouse gets with you!! They will compliment you and flirt with you so much, and probably the type to keep telling you they want to marry you.š š¹They are witty and romantic as hell. The type to brag about their family with you (if you have one) and tell others how in love with you they are. They will talk up my pile 3's so much.š„ŗš Their job may involve communicating with many people. Your future spouse will help you through things that have been affecting you for a while. You will really want to commit to this person I'm hearing, once they got you.. you won't wanna leaveš They speak openly about the things they want and leave it out there waiting for you to fulfill themš Like saying they want affection without actually asking or telling you they're cold just to see if you'll cuddle them.š„ŗ This is so sweet, they know all the words to say to make you blush.š£š Your future spouse will know they want to marry you upon first meeting or the early stages of the connection, also for some of you this person has been wishing and hoping to marry you or find you for a long time.ā³ļø Once they have you they won't stop telling you how pretty/hot you areš³ā¤ļøāš„ They are great communicators, like really smooth.š Kisses with them will bešš
And hugs will beš«š That is all I will say about thatš My pile 3's your future spouse will be so caring and doting to you, they will take good care of you guys!!
š¬Initials: N, U, X, B, K
šLocations: Canada, Finland, Peru, Africa, India (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live togetherš„°)
š¼Occupations: Writer, Poet, Personal trainer, Motivational speaker, Public speaker, An activist of some kind, Family business, Preacher, Blogger, Screenwriter, News reporter, Broadcaster
šMessages from your future spouse: I can't help myself, Just dance with me, I wish, There's distance between us, So what if we're a thing?
Extra cards: Listen, Kitty, Ego, Enchanting, Comment (Yeah they are one with their wordsš¬ā¤ļøāš„)
Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!ā¤ļø
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ź(ļ½”Ė įµ Ė )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the flower bouquet emoji~š Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next readingš
Pile 4š·
Sign energy: Hater, Age, Walk, Leo, 10th house, 7th house, 5th house, Gemini, Moon, Chiron,š§±š¦„šš¦
š¹All about your future spouse: There is a lot going on with this pile.š¤Æ Your future spouse is someone very important, on the top of success in their field.šš¼ They are charismatic and good with all kinds of people, they know how to gain respectš¤ You guys may have a significant age gap with this person, I'm getting they are older than most of you. My pile 4's feel more youthful, that is the vibe I'm getting from you guys. Your future spouse has a masculine energy and approach to things, very dominant feel. I'm getting model/acting/CEO/millionaire/high up official vibes.āØļø Take what resonates but I am seeing not everyone will approve of your relationship with them.š¬š« For some of you this could be your mom or someone who is protective over you, they may not want you to marry this person. Your future spouse will be very well off in terms of financešø I'm getting the vibe they may push you guys away at first, maybe you want to rush into things with them but they don't think you are ready.āļøš¤Ø They may put their walls up at first, but eventually they will realize you are worthy and successful in their eyes.šš At first your future spouse will come off dismissive of you since they are used to having many admirers that get on their nerves, your future spouse may have issues with gold diggersš°š§² I'm seeing people tryna put their hands on them and they're just like š get the fk away. LOL they hate it. Everyone thinks they are one of a kind and want a piece of them, your future spouse will recieve so much attention.š Also people will be jealous of you and your spouse like why her/him??šš¤ Your relationship will be sought after by many. Your future spouse may also take walks often, that could be something you two do together.š„° They will protect and provide for my pile 4's, nothing will get in their way of you guys seriously.š„ŗā¤ļø When you two are finally committed things will get spicy aswellā¤ļøāš„
š¬Initials: W, C, M, T, D
šLocations: Turkey, Hawaii, Canada, Brazil, Thailand (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live togetherš„°)
š¼Occupations: Public figure, Business owner, Entertainer, CEO, Entrepreneur, Model, Acting, Investor, Marketer, Producer, Fashion industry, Brand ambassador
šMessages from your future spouse: You're talking nonsense, Smile for me, We might move too fast, You're my addiction, Listen up (Lol they're like listen here pile 4 you belong to themšš)
Extra cards: Skin, Beach, Compulsive, Beloved, Expand (I'll leave it to you guys imagination on that oneš³)
Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!ā¤ļø
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ź(ļ½”Ė įµ Ė )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the tulip emoji~š· Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next readingš
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šAquarius placements are simultaneously the most understanding and empathetic people ever and the biggest assholes out there. I don't know how they pull that contradiction off but it's true (I mean this in the best way possible btw)
Moreover, Iāve noticed Aquarius placements are way more appreciative of kindness and social harmony than Libra tbh. Libra's desire for harmony can be just for the sake of keeping appearances but they are actually very judgmental. Aquarius on the other hand tend to appreciate authenticity and have a ālive and let liveā philosophy where they accept people unconditionally thatās why they attract popularity. Underdeveloped Aquarius tho do have a tendency to break social harmony due to pick-me behavior
š Cardinal moons are serial daters. I swear every person Iāve met who had a rather active love life or were always crushing on someone was more often than on Cardinal moon
Also, Cardinal moons are always very dominant people even when donāt intend to be. They have a very summoning aura/personality that just demands engagement. They also tend to be social butterflies, even when theyāre introverted they always end up surrounded by people somehow
š I like to think Pisces is the final movie while Virgo is all the behind the scenes and editing
šI've seen this endless times where people with Mars in Libra or 7th house always end up either in law or business (mostly creating their own business, freelancers, entrepreneurs, etc)
šAny Venusian influence on the MC/10th house/6th house indicates a career or job where youāre required to dress up and appear very put together, having a certain aesthetic can be important in your career
šSaturn square or opposite MC/10th house ruler indicates the native was forced into a career they never chose/wanted in the first place or they had to wait a long time to finally have the opportunity to pursue their ideal career OR the path towards the career they chose could have been harder/more unfulfilling than they expected
š I also like to think Taurus stops to smell the flowers and creates a flower bed for herself. Virgo studies the flowers and learns all about photosynthesis and shit. Capricorn creates a flower business and monopolizes the flower market
š Those with Mars influence on their moon (Moon-Mars aspects, Aries/Scorpio moon) are really good at throwing shade but theyāre unable to take it themselves. They donāt like to feel called out.
š Mars in the 12th house people will šš¼hold šš¼ grudges šš¼
š To be quite honest with you, every single Virgo sun Iāve met had a very standoffish personality.
š Saturn retrograde individuals raised themselves. Thatās why this placement is known to have issues with authority and discipline because their parents didnāt really parent them at all, so they had to set their own boundaries, rules and systems to navigate life. Getting their life together and materializing their ambitions could take extra effort for them
š I usually like Capricorn Moons cause I always find that they are very loyal to everyone (friends, family, partner, etc) but honestly they are not as emotionally mature as you might think. They have a really hard time moving on from the past to the point where they can stay stuck in their wounded child self and spend a big chunk of their lives trying to overcompensate this with work, productivity and success. Tendency to depression, low emotional intelligence and being emotionally stunted. Deep down they feel like the victim of their own story
š Aquarius sun+Scorpio moon: Iāve met quite a few people with this combo and with all of them Iāve noticed they always have a cult leader kinda mentality towards their friendships and connections (might apply to Aquarius+Scorpio combos in general). Youāre either with them or against them. If you're not a follower theyāll hit you with the "cool kids table" attitude
š My mom has Mercury in the 4th house and she once said "I don't mind moving abroad but I can't live in a place where people don't speak my native language. I need to hear my native language"
š When itās said that Venus in the 1st house people know how to make themselves look good it doesnāt mean just physically. The know how to present themselves as a more virtuous person than they actually are...
šMutable risings, Mars in a mutable sign/house: their motto is āwork smarter not harderā. Their first instinct will always be to find a way around challenges and difficulties. They usually arenāt the most action oriented people, but they are cunning. Their way to success is basically beating the system to make things easier for themselves.
šI can easily recognize Taurus Sun because they always ooze BDE. Also they always tend to have very rugged and bold physique/features
šFrom what I've seen Gemini Venus is a placement that easily makes someone stereotypically extroverted. Golden retriever energy
šHas anyone else noticed that succedent houses (aka fixed houses) are all related to money and wealth in some way?
2nd house: your resources, what spend your money on
5th house: gamble
8th house: shared resources, investments and debt
11th house: production of wealth
šAll Gemini and Cancer risings Iāve met had some sort of hypersensitivity to stimuli. Gemini rising is more mental; anxiety, overthinking, information overload, etc they easily get triggered by immediate stimuli, specially noise around them. For Cancer risings this manifests more in the senses (photosensitivity, very sensitive to smells, flavors, etc) and heightened intuition just like Spiderman with spider-sense
šIām sorry but why are Cancer Mercuries so elusive in their communication??? Everything they say has this "well, maybe. I don't know" or "I guess" undertone to it, they never openly say what they really mean. They are good listeners tho
šUnderdeveloped Taurus placements feel entitled to use and dispose of people to benefit themselves. Tend to be very selfish and stingy. They do something for you they'll hang it over your head forever and act like they have ownership over you. You do something for them, they owe you nothing.
šPisces Moons grew up in their own little bubble. It's very likely they missed out on 'normal' mundane experiences and this makes them feel very separated from the rest of the world and the rest of the people which is why they often come off as clueless and disconnected. They often give off the impression they've been living under a rock or a parallel universe. A perfect example of this is when Kim Kardashian said she's never been to a grocery storeš
Every single Pisces moon Iāve met never ever wanted to have kids and if they do have them they tend to not be too present in their kidsā lives. The harsh truth is pisces moons are not reliable, generally they are the ones who want to be saved and cared for
šI've noticed earth Venus and Venus-Saturn aspects are a little bit too good at showing contempt. To some degree they always remind me of Disgust from the Inside Out movie š
š When I see Moon-Saturn conjunction in a chart I flinch a little tbh cause idk whatās worse the fact that their mothers couldnāt be bothered to give the native any sort of emotional comfort or the fact that these natives have normalized conditional love as the only kind of love possible. I've also noticed they grew up with strong authoritarian values and were never allowed to question hierarchies or status
Also, natives with Moon-Saturn conjunction are extremely shady people if you ask me. It's true they are insanely observant but what people don't seem to notice is that they are observant in a Joe Goldberg or Light Yagami kind of way without the murder They do be having inner monologues like that. They come across as calm, intelligent, respectful and trusted. Can use emotional expression (theirs and others') in strategic ways to influence others. Big tendency towards materialistic, utilitarian and/or elitist mindset too. I can't quite put my finger on it but I've met a lot of people with this aspect and the deeper I dig the more I keep feeling something very dark and/or disingenuous about them
šVenus square Neptune people and their lack of self-respectā¦ š
šAquarius Moons always give off the impression of having a rather lazy or passive personality. I'm not talking about their productivity but the fact that they seem to always have a "meh" attitude towards everything to the point where they can feel a bit disconnected similar to pisces moon
šVirgo risings often have freelance jobs due to Aquarius ruling their 6th house
šPeople with Industria rx (389) may actually dislike their work environment even if they like their job. Iāve noticed they often find the industry they work in to be toxic, depleting or too demanding
šEnterprise rx (9777) might always feel unsatisfied with their position, they might be the type to always want more and more
š Aries Moon women and always attracting very immature and selfish men omg I've seen this time and time again
š Scorpio moon/Moon 8th house is an underrated wealth indicator imo. I've noticed they always have a "from rags to riches" kinda life story. They however often face issues with fraud or debt along the way cause they have a tendency to take huge financial risks
š you ever heard about the crabs in a bucket phenomenon? Well Ive actually observed underdeveloped 4th house placements do tend to have this kind of clingy and envious behavior particularly towards people that are really close to them. You can also experience this with people you have 4th house Synastry with; you get too attached to the comfort zone they provide to the point where they stifle your growth
šPisces placements š¤ falling for people who are bluntly abusive, controlling and narcissistic. They want to believe theyāre living a beauty and the beast love story when in reality theyāre trauma bonding
šLibra/Taurus Mars people ARE problematic and petty as fuck, theyāre just good at the social game and making it look like they didn't do anything. Underdeveloped Venus energy is the opposite of peaceful, it gives major mean girl vibes and Mars being debilitated in these signs easily brings out this hostile side of Venus. The type to passively instigate drama just to make themselves look better. Very hypocritical
šWhat natives with Saturn in Taurus will consider first when choosing a career is make sure that it is well payed and gives them financial status. Other factors come second
šFixed+cardinal combo in the luminaries is hands down the best sun-moon combo I've seen tbh (specially fixed sun+cardinal moon), they're a force to be reckoned with. Very charismatic, outspoken and confident people with healthy ego if developed. Most people I've met with this combo were very extroverted and/or excellent leaders
šSagittarius placements š¤ this pose šāš¼
šLibra/7th house Lilith have a tendency to judge a book by its cover all the time
šI've noticed Pisces MC/10th house natives aren't very ambitious. They seem to not really care about things like self-development or being on top. From what I've seen they mostly aspire to have a pleasant and glamurous life that frees them form real life mundane worries and could desire to retire as early as possible. In some cases I've seen they could want a "princess" kinda lifestyle where they literally have no responsibilities. They want a career that liberates them from any pressure of achieving material expectations and allows them to just go brain dead all the time following a higher power/inspiration/knowledge. That's why many artists have this placements and I've also seen cases of Pisces MC people who wanted to be nuns and nurses. I've noticed that when they genuinely don't care about recieving recognition or achievements but rather do things bc it aligns with their soul that's when they become successful
šScorpio placements have a tendency to be very cynical I've noticed, specially mercury and mars
šGemini/3rd house Lilith can spot lies from miles away and will not be sacred to call it out
šAs per my observation the water sign that gets idolized the most is not Pisces but Cancer 100%. Yes Pisces does get idolized but Iāve noticed thatās actually very short-lived, people tend to switch up on them SO fast cause they project a deeply unrealistic image on them and eventually fall off the pedestal. Cancer placements on the other hand are not infantized like Pisces, they are consistently very sought after people Iāve observed. They always come across as emotionally reliable even when theyāre not, people always go soft for them while simultaneously respecting them so theyāre always seen as perfect,kind,charming,etc. Their personality naturally portrays an energy of unconditional love and understanding so people easily get obsessed and addicted to them
šI always find that Pisces Venus natives have a very whimsical and juvenile personality. They also have a very extravagant taste they may like anything with bright colors, glittery shiny stuff, squishy toys, etc. they have a tendency to be a bit tacky and corny Iāve noticed
šEvery fixed moon I've seen avoided any sort of emotional rehabilitation like the plague unless itās strictly necessary. They believe no one can begin to understand them better than themselves and they got it all figured out already. Now this is more my opinion but I feel like they low-key underestimate the amount of healing they actually need to do cause they really struggle taking emotional accountability. They have a tendency to act like their needs and feelings justify everything so there's not much to "fix" or heal
šPeople who have at least 2 out of their big 3 in cardinal signs are often seen as the golden girl/boy
šCapricorn/Virgo moons will be literally the best at what they do and make it seem so effortless. If you ask them how they got so successful they'll be like "idk I guess I just practiced a lot"
šIāve noticed your 8th house sign(s) represent themes that people are consistently using against you as the fastest way to tear you down, so you always end up feeling powerless here at some point. Thatās why you tend to resent this energy and have toxic dynamics with people who have their planets here. This house is literally the death of you (8th from 1st), but it can also be the source of your empowerment once you claim this energy so it's best that you keep this house to yourself as much as possible. Some examples:
Gemini 8th house: using what you say against you. you could have a hard time with people believing your words, what you say is always scandalous and/or rubs people the wrong way. Gossip or information that makes you look bad. People always think youāre lying or deceiving or have ulterior motives
Cancer 8th house: you could struggle with getting sympathy and emotional support from people. Others think youāre just being vulnerable and complaining for clout. Any display of emotion or care will be seen as manipulative. People trying to break or ruin your relationship with your family or closed ones
Capricorn 8th house: you struggle with people respecting you, others don't take you seriously and don't see you as a valid authority. Any attempt to make yourself respected will be seen as dictatorial or elitist behavior, any desire to succeed will be seen as you being power hungry. People try to dismiss or belittle your achievements
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Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader - Social Media AU
formulagossip added to their story
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f1wagupdates Max Verstappen spotted leaving his hotel with a mystery woman this morning after celebrating winning his third World Championship last night. According to sources, the two partied together with the team and friends at a club following his victory before heading back to the hotel. Her face is hidden but rumor has it this could be a new romance for the World Champ. Looks like Max is enjoying the spoils of another successful season!
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lightsoutmax probably just a random groupie, max isnāt the relationship type
dutchlioness no way thatās a groupie
f1wagupdates iām inclined to agree, they look pretty serious!
formulanone am i crazy or does that look like y/n leclerc to anyone else?
redbulletin youāre crazy
gridgossip i mean i wouldnāt be surprised. i bet this has been going on for a while between them! it would explain how she got the CTO job out of nowhere
f1girlie or she got it because sheās qualified and was literally trained by adrian newey to take over for him? itās 2024, leave the misogyny at the door
maddermax i donāt think max would get involved with someone from his team
circuitqueen she looks so familiar but i canāt place her! itās driving me crazy
verstappenupdates whoever she is, i need more details! our world championās love life is suddenly looking very interesting š
survivetodrive you need to learn how to stay out of driversā business
rblover for real! let the man live
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maxverstappen1 Five World Championships!
This one feels extra special because I get to celebrate with the love of my life who has been by my side for over three incredible years now ā¤ļø
So I want to dedicate this championship to Y/N
Seeing Y/N thrive as Red Bullās Chief Technical Officer and pursue her passion for motorsport after everything she has been through has been so special. Her brilliance and determination inspire me daily, both on and off the track. And her contributions to the team have been invaluable to our success. I am so lucky to have such an incredible partner to share these championships with
Winning races and championships is great but sharing my life with someone as smart, driven and caring as Y/N is the greatest gift I could ever ask for. I truly am the luckiest guy in the world. I canāt wait to see what the future holds for us both. Hereās to many more years of continuing to chase our dreams together!
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redbullracing our world champion found his perfect match! wishing you both continued success and happiness š¤©
christianhorner so proud of you two. the ultimate power couple!
danielricciardo i knew something was going on there. congrats you two!
maxverstappen1 you donāt have to pretend like you didnāt know about us
y/n_leclerc you literally third-wheeled our last date night ā¦ and the one last month ā¦ and the one over summer break
y/n_leclerc i love you with all my heart, champion! thank you for always being my biggest supporter. so blessed to have you in my life š„°
charles_leclerc how could you do this, y/n? after everything our family did for you?
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verstappenupdates our guy is all grown up š„¹ you two are goals!
f1wagupdates omg! when did this happen??? why has it been a secret for so long?
lightsoutmax pretty sure they got together the year before y/n was hired by red bull
redbulletin and they probably kept it a secret because people would have found a way to twist it into something negative
officialorangearmy relationship goals to the max! you two are perfect together š§”
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y/n_leclerc What a season! Winning a double championship for the second time feels so surreal. I am overwhelmed with gratitude for my incredible team at Red Bull Racing who made this possible through their tireless hard work. We did it š
And most of all, I am grateful for my incredible partner. Max, youāve supported me every step of the way, encouraging me to follow my dreams and become who I was meant to be. You showed me what true unconditional love feels like
I am where I am now because of you. Your spirit pushes me to achieve greatness. Your kindness lifted me up when I needed it most. Your smile keeps me going on tough days. I couldnāt ask for a better teammate in life ā¤ļø
The future is so bright for us. I canāt wait to see what we create together next. I love you! Letās keep aiming for the stars āØ
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maxverstappen1 you make me so proud every day! loving and winning with you feels incredible. canāt wait for the rest of our lives together ā¤ļø
redbullracing the ultimate teammate on and off the track! you two are unstoppable š
christianhorner red bull is lucky to have such a power pair leading our team. more glory to come!
danielricciardo you guys are relationship goals! congrats champs
charles_leclerc how long until you throw away this āfairytaleā like you did our family?
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y/n_leclercfanpage our inspiring queen found her king! you give us hope that dreams do come true
f1girlie not me literally crying tears of joy š they are so perfect together
womeninmotorsport seeing powerful women thrive in f1 gives me life š
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wayne brady is pansexual!!! šššš„³
iām pansexual. in doing my research, both with myself and just with the world, i couldnāt say if i was bisexual, because i had to really see what that was, especially because i really have not gotten a chance to act on anything. so, i came to pansexual because ā and i know that iām completely messing up the dictionary meaning ā but to me, pan means being able to be attracted to anyone who identifies as gay, straight, bi, transsexual or non-binary. being able to be attracted across the board. and, i think, at least for me for right now, that is the proper place. i took pan to mean that not only can i be attracted to any of these people or types physically, but i could be attracted to the person that is there.
iāve dealt with the shame. a shame cake, just eating it every single day ā and then worried aboutā¦ people finding out. iāve always had a wonderful community of friends who are in the lgbtq+ community, people that iāve grown up with in shows, gays and lesbians, and, later in life, my trans relatives and my niece. iāve always had that community, but i've always felt like a sham because i wasnāt being forthcoming with myself. i could speak out about black issues because i canāt hide that. and you can play at being an ally, but until the day that you can truly say, āthis is who i am, and i wanna stand next to you,ā that's notā¦ i always wanted that day to come.
iāve told myself in the past, also, nobody needs to know my personal business. the world can absolutely go without knowing that wayne identifies as pan. but that gave me license to still live in the shadows and to be secretive. what does that feel like to actually not be shameful, to not feel like, āoh, i canāt be part of this conversation because iām lying?ā i had to break that behavior.
iām now trying to be the most wayne brady i can be. i donāt know about most, actually. iām still coming together. but if iām healthy, then i can go onstage at letās make a deal and be the best wayne brady that everybody wants and expects. i can be the best dad that maile needs. i can be the best friend to mandie, the best son to my mother, and one day, the best partner to someone, because iām doing this for me. not dating yet though! [laughs] i am single, but itās not about being with someone right now. iāve got some work to do still. then, wayne as a single, open-minded pansexual can make a decision and be free and open to other people.
i included more quotes from the article than just strictly pan related because itās quite touching. good for him!!!! ššš„°
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Wicked Game E.M.
Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact! angst, slightly mean!Eddie, enemies to lovers, smut, Eddie calls reader names, choking, Eddie spits in reader's mouth, masturbation, unprotected sex, jealous Eddie, jealous reader, Eddie calling himself freak, hurt/comfort, Eddie calls reader ābeeā, itās a nickname he gave her
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Summary: Your best friend Steve and his new friend bring someone into your life that you just can't stand, Eddie Munson. He teases you, he says mean things to you and as foolish as you are, you still desire him- just like he desires you.
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Note: @take-everything-you-can , thank you for this amazing request. I hope you're gonna like this one, I loved writing it!
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You and your best friend come as a package deal, wherever one goes, the other follows. There is not a single day you spend without each other, you do lunch breaks together, he comes over to hang out even when youāre busy studying or doing homework, you help him get ready for dates and he helps you pick out outfits for parties, when heās sick, you take care of him and vice versa. You adore him. You are pretty sure that you will move in together if neither of you find a partner till then.Ā
You grew up together and always stuck to each otherās side.Ā
When your best friend found a second best friend, you were scared that you would lose him but luckily, that wasnāt the case, he didnāt leave, he didnāt abandon you like others would do after making new friends. You would always be his number one and he made that very clear and she became your best friend as well. Robin is amazing, you adore her just as much as you adore Steve. She is funny and sweet and you love spending time with her but you canāt stand her āforeverā best friend, Eddie Munson.Ā
That man had it out for you ever since he laid eyes on you, you donāt know what it is about you that makes him so mad but he never fails to make you feel irritated and angry. Eddie is not malicious in any way, he is no bully. He just makes his dislike for you very known. He teases you, makes sly and snarky comments, glares at you before you even turn to look at him.Ā
That was before your best friend became his best friend.Ā
Now itās so much worse because not only do you have to tolerate him at school, you also have to tolerate him in your free time.Ā
While Robin is always sweet and supportive of you.Ā
Eddie is grumpy, mean and annoyed with you.Ā
You donāt know where it had all started, you canāt even remember if you ever even talked to him before he chose to hate you, all you remember is the cold shoulder he only ever gave you.Ā
You do wonder why he dislikes you so much, is it because you come from the popular crowd? Maybe. But Steve used to be the most popular guy in school and Eddie still gets along with him and likes him. Is it because you have wealthy parents? Because you live in a big house, wear fancy clothes and have a nice car? Possible. But Steve has it all too and he never gets shit from Eddie. Or are you just an unlikable person to him? Now, that would make you sad because that would mean that he would just hate you for the person you are, he would hate you for your personality, for being you.Ā
But then things take a small turn after a party at Steveās place. You see a little deeper into his mind.Ā
āWhatās with the scowl on your face, bee?ā Eddie asks as he gets so close to your face that you can smell the disgusting beer and cigarettes.Ā
āEw, get off,ā you scowl as you push him away, āand stop calling me that, nerd.āĀ
Eddie hasnāt strayed away from that nickname ever since you had been stung by one when you were all out at the lake, you kept swatting away the bee that continuously made itās way back to you, you called it annoying and hissed in pain when it had stung you. Eddie laughed at your demise, āyouāre a bee too, annoying and ready to attackā.
He smirks, flicking your hair, he moves back and plops down on the bench beside you, he follows your gaze, he canāt even help but scoff when he sees what youāre looking at.Ā
Steve is talking to the girl that stood him up a week ago, calling off the date because of her upset stomach but then you and Robin ran into her at the store, she was with a different guy, he hugged her from behind and kissed her neck while she was picking out snacks, not looking sick at all.Ā
Eddie rolls his eyes, ājealous huh?āĀ
You scrunch your face up, tearing your eyes away from Steve, you turn to look at Eddie, āwhy would I be jealous?āĀ
He shrugs, leaning back, he blows smoke into your face and smirks when you begin to cough.Ā
āBecause youāre in love with Steve.āĀ
A loud laugh falls from your lips, earning a few looks from the other partygoers who spend the night out in the garden rather than the crowded house.Ā
āIām not in love with Steve,ā you snort, shaking your head as your eyes flicker with amusement.Ā
Itās not the first time that someone assumed that you are in love with him or that he is in love with you. You get mistaken for a couple, all the time, sometimes you play along just for the fun of it but you and Steve are not into each other, at all. It has always been purely platonic between you two, thereās no feelings on his part and neither on yours. You are best friends, platonic soulmates.Ā
āYes, you are,ā Eddie says.Ā
Rolling your eyes, you sigh, āwhat makes you say that?āĀ
āBecause youāre super close and you are fiercely protective of him, like in a way where you can just tell that youāre in love with him.ā
āThatās such nonsense,ā you scoff, āIām protective, yes.āĀ
He nods, shrugging.Ā
āBecause he is my best friend! One who got hurt by a girl he used to love, he got his heart broken, twice! I donāt want it to happen again, he deserves better.āĀ
Eddie thinks about your words, searching for something in your eyes, for a moment, you think that he believes you but then he shakes his head.Ā
āYeah, youāre still in love with him.āĀ
You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, you lean back, āokay well, then youāre in love with Robin.āĀ
Eddie laughs loudly, throwing his head back. You glare at him, growing irritated by his presence.Ā
āYouāre funny, bee.āĀ
āWhy am I funny? I mean, youāre just as close as Steve and I are,ā you shrug.Ā
His brown eyes twinkle with amusement, he leans in closer. You ignore the way his cologne makes your head spin or the way his eyes flicker down to your lips or the way heā āStop!ā you tell yourself.Ā
āRobin doesnāt swing that way, remember?āĀ
A breathy laugh leaves your lips and you smirk at him, āyeah but you do, right?ā You ask, raising your eyebrows, ājust because she isnāt into you or into men in general, doesnāt mean that you canāt have feelings for her. Unrequited love is a thing, you know that right?āĀ
His eyes darken, smirk falling from his lips, his expression hardens, he eyes your face slowly, nodding after a moment of silence, āyeah, itās a thing. I know that,ā he mumbles under his breath, bitterly. He clenches his jaw and looks away.Ā
You furrow your brows as you stare at his side profile. Thereās something deeper behind his words, you know that but you choose to ignore it.Ā
āSo, you are in love with her, huh?ā You ask, smirking in satisfaction when you realize that you have successfully used his own teasing against him.Ā
He scoffs, putting his cigarette between his lips, he stretches his arm out behind you and looks up at the sky, āno, Iām not in love with her.āĀ
āAm I supposed to believe that?āĀ
āYeah.ā
āOkay,ā you nod, shrugging, āwell, then you gotta believe me that Iām not in love with Steve.āĀ
He snorts at you, āright, okay.āĀ
Placing your palms on the bench, you take a moment to look at him. Itās a hot summer night, the heat forced him to leave his beloved leather jacket at home or probably in the van. He wears a muscle shirt, some band logo you donāt recognize on the front. You let your eyes roam, eying his belt, you wonder if he had bought it that way or if he added the cuffs himselfā wherever he got them from, either way, it looks good. He plays with the loose strings on his dark jeans, you notice a new ring on his middle finger, you look up, your eyes land on his pale neck. Squeezing your thighs together, you lick your lips and blink, pulling yourself out of your thoughts, your eyes meet hisā he caught you staring.Ā
A smirk pulls at his lips, he eyes your flustered face, whether you realize it or not, youāre biting your bottom lip and squeezing your thighs togetherā oh, it seems like he found something new to tease you about.Ā
āAre you checking me out?āĀ
For the first time, you have nothing to say, nothing to fight back with, no snarky remarks or comments left for you to give. Instead of saying something, you scoff and roll your eyes at him before you jump up and walk away, leaving a satisfied Eddie behind.Ā
The next time Eddie sees you, you barely even look at him or acknowledge his presence and it pisses him off. Itās no secret that you donāt like him, you let him know any chance you get. You roll your eyes at him, you snap at him and refuse to sit next to him, even when itās the only free seat left. Eddie takes it as a rejection, he thinks you are repulsed by him and by anything he does.Ā
A part of him assumes that you think he is gross, after all, thatās what the girls at school say about him. They assume that he is unhygienic, that he doesnāt look after himself, that he doesnāt shower or washes his clothes and thatās why you refuse to sit next to him.Ā
Eddie was always an observer, a very good one, except when it comes to you. You refuse to sit next to him because his cologne makes you dizzy, in a way it shouldnāt because Eddie hates you, you shouldnāt like anything about him, you shouldn't have any positive feelings for him.Ā
Eddie thinks you laugh and giggle at the jokes people make about him, not knowing that you always defend him even when he still hates you.Ā
āEddie,ā Robin hisses, nudging his shoulder.Ā
āWhat?ā He grumbles, still staringā glaring at you and your stupid smile as you look through the polaroid pictures you have taken with Robin earlier when you went out to a big flower field to take pretty pictures.Ā
āStop looking at her like youāre trying to make her disappear.āĀ
āMaybe thatās what Iām trying to do,ā Eddie shrugs as he reaches for the bag of M&Mās, opening the bag and putting the candy into the bowl that Steve had put out on the counter.Ā
Robin rolls her eyes, groaning in annoyance, āyou know, if you just tried to get along with her, things could be so much easier.āĀ
Eddie hates the way his heart skips a beat when you throw your head back in laughter after Steve had whispered something in your ear. Jealousy rushes through him when Steve comes up behind you and lays his chin on your shoulder, looking at the pictures with you.Ā
Robin knows her best friend very well. She knows that he doesnāt hate you or dislike you in any way, he is intimidated by you, by the feelings he could have if he just let them in. Eddie had crushes before but they were all lighthearted ones, he, himself didnāt even take them seriously, he just admired that person and then moved on a few days later but you? He always had a thing for you, even before Robin befriended Steve, and you and Eddie were forced into each otherās lives. He always looked at you differently but compared to his other crushes, he never let you become one or at least, thatās what he made himself believe. You are more than just a crush.Ā
āWhy me? Sheās the one whoās being a bitch.āĀ
Robin scoffs, laughing at her best friend, āyouāre not serious right now, are you?āĀ
Eddieās brown eyes flash with annoyance, āI am serious.āĀ
Robin runs her fingers through her short hair, āyouāre such an idiot, Munson.āĀ
He scrunches his face up, tearing his eyes away from you and Steve, he turns towards his best friend, āwhy am I an idiot?āĀ
āBecause youāre the one whoās always being mean towards her for no reason, you act like a damn child who canāt deal with the crush he has on that one girl,ā she says in a hushed whisper, glancing at you to see if you or Steve are looking, āyouāre my best friend and I love you dude but grow up, youāre 20 for fucks sake!āĀ
Eddie raises his eyebrows at her, heās not even hurt, just amused and surprised.Ā
āOh and if you havenāt realized it yet, the thing youāre feeling whenever you look at her and Steve, itās called jealousy,ā she smirks as she grabs a few of the snacks they have prepared, āSteve is truly just a best friend, theyāre purely platonic, with a capital P, like you and I,ā she says, pointing between them, ābut when she actually starts dating someone, imagine how youāll feel then. So, you better get that stick out of your ass and start treating her the way you actually want to treat her.āĀ
She leaves him standing in the kitchen, smirking to herself when she notices the flustered look on his face. She knows that he likes you, just like Steve knows that you like Eddie. Youāre both too stubborn to realize it.Ā
āAre we ready for movie night, or what?ā Robin asks as she places the snacks on the table.Ā
āYes!ā You say, clapping your hands together, you start collecting the polaroid pictures.Ā
āWhat are we starting with?ā Steve asks as he gets up to put the tape in, āthe shining or the evil dead?āĀ
āBoth are gross,ā you shudder.Ā
āAw, does the princess need protection?ā Eddie asks as he walks into the living room.Ā
Steve chuckles, smirking at Eddie while you roll your eyes. You get up and walk past him with the pictures in your hand, you put them back in your little backpack, not noticing that you have left one on the floor. Eddieās eyes fall on the picture, putting the bowl of M&Mās on the table, he bends down to pick it up, itās a picture of you, itās a little blurry but still sharp enough for him to see all your beauty. Your smile is bright, your eyes are squinted, the sun is shining down on you, making your skin glow. Youāre wearing the same little sundress youāre wearing right now, flowers are tucked into your hair. Eddie canāt even help but smile, his heart beats a little faster.Ā
You are so beautiful.Ā
āAlright, letās watch the movie!ā Steve says, startling Eddie, who quickly puts the picture into the backpocket of his jeans, looking around to see if anyone has noticed anything but no one did. Steve settles on the couch, Robin plops down next to him, giving him a knowing smirk. Steve nudges her shoulder as he reaches for the bowl of popcorn.Ā
Eddie shakes his head, sighing. They are plotting something, he knows, they are.Ā
Sitting down on the other end of the couch, he leaves the spot next to Robin for you, already expecting you to complain about sitting next to him. To his surprise, you sit down next to him without a single complaint.Ā
Eddie is a little surprised.Ā
āDo you want cuddles, bee?ā Eddie smirks.Ā
You roll your eyes as you look at him, āfrom you? No thanks.āĀ
He chuckles, āaw, come on, Iāll keep you safe.āĀ
āIām not even scared.āĀ
Lies.Ā
As much as you love horror movies, some of them just scare you. You flinch at every jump scare, hide your face behind your hands and use every possible excuse to leave the room, whether it is to get snacks or having to use the bathroom and as though the darkness in Steveās big house isnāt bad enough, it also starts storming outside. The winds are heavy and the thunder is loud, it begins to rain harder and harder.Ā
Your knees are pulled to your chest and you opt to look out the window instead of the TV screen, just as one of the characters starts screaming, Eddie pokes your waist, startling you.Ā
āEddie!ā You shriek, slapping his arm, you glare at him as he starts laughing at your reaction.Ā
āEddie!ā He mimics, pouting at you.Ā
You roll your eyes, clenching your jaw.Ā
āLeave her alone, Munson,ā Steve chuckles as he throws some popcorn at him, some of it landing in your hair as well and your cleavage.Ā
Eddie snorts, looking down at his chest, he picks up some of the popcorn and pops it in his mouth, āthanks, I was just about to get some popcorn.āĀ
You shake your head when Steve throws more at him, ducking out of the way, you pick out the ones in your hair. Eddie snatches them out of your hand, āgive them to me.āĀ
You furrow your brows, watching him eat them.Ā
āYou want this one too?ā You joke as you reach for the one that got stuck in your cleavage.Ā
His eyes widen, a smirk tugging at his lips, he looks into your eyes and you can already see the mischief, the kind of smile that tells that he is up to no good. He leans closer, instead of taking it with his fingers, he opens his mouth, waiting for you to place it on his tongue.Ā
You swallow nervously, your hand moves out of instinct, placing the sweet treat on his tongue, you gasp a little when he wraps his lips around your finger.Ā
What the fuck?
Your eyes widen, heat rushes to your cheeks and once again, Eddie forces you to squeeze your thighs together. His lips feel hot against your skin and he looks into your eyes as he licks your finger, you canāt help but wonder what it would feel like to feel his lips on other parts of your body, to feel his tongue on your clit and his ringed fingers inside of you as he looks up at you the way he does right now.Ā
Eddie smirks, he knows what he has done to you. He pulls away, feeling satisfied enough, for now. He leans back against the soft cushions and places his hand on his chest, looking back at the screen, he acts like nothing even happened, while you are left a blushing mess.Ā
You blink and stare at him in disbelief, goosebumps litter your skin and your heart beats fastly in your chest. As you come back to reality, you suddenly grow incredibly embarrassed, knowing that Steve and Robin most likely watched it all happen but when you turn to glance at them, you notice that Robin is fast asleep and Steveās eyes are glued to the TV, though the smirk on his face tells you that he saw it all.Ā
For the rest of the night, you sit there with a flustered look on your face, waiting for it to be over.
The following weeks, Eddie continues to act the same way, mostly.Ā
He is still mean, snappy and annoying but on top of that, he added his teasing. You know itās only to humiliate you, knowing that he can make you blush, that he can make you feel something other than anger towards him, he can see the way you react to his subtle touches and suggestive comments. A part of you thought that he would be less rude after realizing that he can get a different kind of rise out of you but you thought wrong, if anything, he becomes meaner and meaner and it all takes an unexpected turn at Tinaās annual Halloween Party.Ā
Eddie only came reluctantly, he never liked parties and only ever came to make money or to accompany his friends. Steve and Robin are on the dance floor, throwing back drinks, laughing at their own jokes and dancing with a group of drunk and giggling girls.Ā
Eddie rolls his eyes as he looks around, recognizing some jocks from school with their cheerleader girlfriends who give him nasty looks. He clutches the can of beer tightly against his chest, he tries to entertain himself by looking at all the different costumes but not even that will distract him from the awful music, the annoying people or you.Ā
You are wearing a fairy costume, a really exposing one. Clad in a short sage green dress, a tight corset, wings that are littered with rhinestones and glitter, heeled boots and a tiara, you look more beautiful than ever, magical.Ā
Eddieās heart fluttered in his chest when he saw you as him and Robin waited for you and Steve. He was actually frozen in place and awestruck and so was the guy, you are heavily flirting with right now.Ā
Your back is pressed against the wall, youāre giggling and smiling at the guy in front of you, his hand is placed against the wall next to your head, he ducks down a little, leaning closer to you so he can hear you better over the loud music.Ā
Eddie clenches his jaw, anger flooding through his veins the longer he watches you flirt with the jock he canāt remember the name of.Ā
He puts his other hand on your waist and leans in to whisper something into your ear, you bite your lip and nod causing more anger to rush through Eddie. He canāt stand this, the sight of some asshole touching you, playing with your hair and making you giggle.Ā
Eddie grips his drink tighter, enough to almost crush it. He watches you with darkened eyes.Ā
The guy takes your hand and begins to pull you away, the blush on your face is deep and you fight the smile off your face, you donāt even acknowledge Eddieās presence as you walk past him, hand in hand with the other man who leads you towards the stairs.Ā
Eddie feels incredibly angry.Ā
Itās the kind of anger he had never felt before.Ā
He knows exactly what will happen once the jock has you all to himself and Eddie canāt stand the thought of it. The fire inside of him becomes unbearable, he canāt let it happen. He slams the can of beer on a nearby table and follows you, stomping after you angrily. He pushes some drunk guy out of his way who stumbles back, slurring some curse word at Eddie who doesnāt even bother to look at him. Before you can even take a step further, Eddie reaches for your hand and pulls you back. Your hand slips from the otherās manās grip and you stumble back into Eddieās chest, yelping.Ā
Your confused face meets his, your lips part when you see the anger in his eyes.Ā
āWhere do you think youāre going?ā He asks, sounding like a man, possessed.Ā
You furrow your brows, āw-what?āĀ
Your new friend turns around, looking between you and Eddie.Ā
āGet lost,ā Eddie snaps at him, glaring at the jock, not bothering to look back, he just pulls you along with him, rolling his eyes at your protests.Ā
āEddie!ā You slap his arm, ālet me go!āĀ
He only shakes his head, walking towards the entrance with a determined look on his face, he opens the door and pulls you out with him. Shutting it behind you and standing it front it so you wonāt be able to get back in.Ā
āWhat the hell is your problem!ā
āWhat were you doing with that guy?ā He asks, completely ignoring your question or the angry look on your face.Ā
He irritates you in the worst ways possible.
āThatās none of your business, Munson!ā You yell, āwhy do you even care?āĀ
Eddie avoids eye contact, he looks down at the ground instead and sighs.Ā
āYou do know that he just wants to fuck you, right?ā He mumbles.Ā
āYeah, you do know that maybe I wanted just that?ā You retort, throwing your hands up, āif you havenāt noticed, I donāt really have a boyfriend, oh and might I add that itās probably your fault?āĀ
To hear that you wanted to hook up with some random guy, some jock, makes him feel sick but to hear you saying that you donāt have a boyfriend because of him makes him smirk, he canāt even fight it off, not even when he looks up at you and feigns annoyance, āwhy me?āĀ
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, you canāt even feel the breeze on your exposed skin, you are too angry to notice anything.Ā
āEvery time a guy even looks my way, youāre there, scaring them away! And god forbid someone even comes close to me or touches me in any way!āĀ
You are fed up with him and his stupid actions.Ā
You know why he is doing it, he wants to see you miserable and you are miserable, he knows that. He can see the longing looks in your eyes whenever you see a cute couple out on the streets, the sad smiles that pull at your lips whenever you see a guy getting his girlfriend flowers, taking her out on dates or even something as simple as opening the door for her and placing his hand on the small of her back.Ā
You crave intimacy, you crave having someone to call your own, being someone's favorite person. Yeah, you might be Steveās favorite person, his girl but you wonāt be forever, someday he is gonna meet that one girl that he will drop anyone and anything for, even you and when that happens, you wonāt have anyone.Ā
You arenāt lucky in the dating department, at all. If it isnāt Eddie scaring the guys away, then itās you, doing it for him.Ā
āWhy canāt you just leave me alone?ā You ask, āI know you hate me but god, when I hate someone, I stay away from them, why canāt you do the same for me?āĀ
Eddie frowns at your words, his eyes flash with guilt when he sees the tears in your eyes, you arenāt just angry this time, youāre also hurt.Ā
āMaybe I was just protecting you,ā he shrugs.Ā
You scoff at his words, shaking your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes for a moment, āprotect me,ā you mumble, āright, am I supposed to believe that?ā You ask as you look back into his eyes. You struggle to read him. Eddieās walls are so high up, you canāt even sneak a peek.Ā
He nods, āyes, the guy is a jock, bee.āĀ
āSo?āĀ
āHe would just hurt you!ā He says angrily, taking a step forward, āhe would get his dick wet and leave you with nothing, then he would brag about it to his friends and I can assure you, that guy doesnāt even know how to make a girl cum, I did you a favor.āĀ
You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head, ādo you?āĀ
He blinks.Ā
āWhat?āĀ
āDo you know how to make a girl cum?āĀ
He blushes at your words, drawing back a little, he straightens up and chuckles, āof course.āĀ
You lick your lips, looking him up and down. Eddie must be one of the only ones without a costume, you wonder why he isnāt wearing one, that guy is in love with his fantasy game, there is no way that he is no fan of Halloween and costumes.Ā
āRight,ā you snort.Ā
āYou donāt believe me?ā He asks as he steps even closer to you.Ā
You shrug, ānope, I donāt believe you.āĀ
One moment, he was standing feets away from you and suddenly, he is right in front of you. Dangerously close. You have to tilt your head to meet his eyes and when you do, your heart skips a beat. His eyes are dark, pupils blown as he sneaks a look at your lips.Ā
You can smell his cologne, his aftershave, him. You would never tell him that but he drives you crazy, he makes your stomach flutter, he stays on your mind for too long, sneaking his way into your thoughts when you touch yourself at night.Ā
Eddie reaches his hand out to touch your face, he cups your cheek and lets his thumb rest on your bottom lip. Just like the night at Steveās place, your breath hitches in your throat and you grow incredibly flustered.Ā
āDo you want me to show you?ā He whispers.Ā
Your eyes widen, a small gasp falls from your lips.Ā
What?Ā
No way, did he just ask you that?Ā
He is playing with you, isnāt he?Ā
By now he knows the effect he has on you. He knows that you blush when he is around, he knows that you feel something when he touches you, he knows that you canāt get him off your mind. He knows it all and he decides to use it against you, he knows that he can humiliate you, he knows that he can hurt you and it brings him enjoyment.Ā
The smirk on his face and the amusement in his eyes tells you all that. Internally, he is making fun of you, he is satisfied that he ruined your night and as though that isnāt enough, he now uses your attraction towards him as a weapon, to laugh about you later on and make fun of you with his band buddies.
You slap his hand away, your brows draw together and your nervous stare turns into an angry frown, ādonāt touch me, asshole.āĀ
Though he is a little surprised, he still chuckles.Ā
You shake your head and step away from him, turning around, you donāt even bother going back inside to let your friends know that youāre leaving or to get your jacket, you just want to be away from him.Ā
Itās late and itās cold, you are scared to walk through the empty streets alone but you are too stubborn to back around.Ā
āHey!āĀ
You roll your eyes at him and continue to walk.Ā
āWhere are you going?āĀ
You donāt bother to answer, you hug yourself tighter to shield yourself from the cold, blinking away the angry tears. The streets are empty, aside from the many cars on the side of the streets, you walk past Steveās car, suddenly regretting the decision to walk away and choosing to walk home alone, on Halloween night.
You hear his footsteps though and as much as you hate to admit it, you do feel at ease knowing that he comes after you.Ā
Eddie rolls his eyes at your silence but he admires the view in front of him. Your dress is a thin and flowy one, it swats from one side to the other with each step that you take, the wind causes it to lift up a bit, exposing your naked skin. Eddie almost growls at the side of it.Ā
āBee!āĀ
āStop calling me that, you dick!āĀ
Eddie snorts at you, your insults never hurt him, if anything, they amuse him. When you look at him with anger in your eyes and snap back at him, you look cuter than ever. He picks up the pace and just as you pass his van, he grabs your arm and pulls you back, smirking at your little yelp, he slams you against his van and steps in front of you, caging you against it.Ā
Itās dark and yet he can see the nervous and shy look in your eyes, he can see the way you tense up and press yourself against the van as though it will make you feel him any less against you.Ā
āWill you stop running away from me?āĀ
He places his hands on your waist, touching you in such a gentle way that it makes your knees buckle, almost. You look into his dark eyes, growing more and more irritated. Why canāt he just let you go? Why canāt he just stay out of your goddamn way? Why does he have to make things so hard for you?Ā
You hate him.Ā
āWill you stop sticking your nose into my business?ā You ask angrily as you place your hand on his chest to push him away, as though you will find the strength to, āwill you stop following me around just to piss me off? Seriously, what do you get out of this, huh?āĀ
Eddie shrugs, the smirk remains on his lips, he eyes the scowl on your face, the flash with irritation in your eyes, he looks down at your chest, watching the way it rises up and down heavily.Ā
āItās fun to see you like this.āĀ
You clench your jaw and scoff.Ā
āItās fun to ruin my life?āĀ
Now itās his turn to scoff, he rolls his eyes at your words, āyouāre so dramatic.āĀ
"Oh, am I?" You mumble.Ā
He nods, his grip tightens on your waist, butterflies flutter in your stomach and you despise it. You despise the emotions he causes you to feel.Ā
āYeah, I ruined your life because you didnāt get to fuck that jock?ā He snorts, narrowing his eyes at you, āyou are dramatic, bee.āĀ
You close your eyes and lower your head, shaking it as you take deep breaths.Ā
āYou are so annoying.āĀ
āHmm, what was that?ā Eddie whispers, placing his finger under your chin, he tilts your head up, āsay that again.āĀ
You swallow nervously, not opening your eyes just yet, you lick your lips, āyou are annoying.ā
āWhy?āĀ
āWhy?ā You laugh in disbelief as you open your eyes to look at him. He is staring at you with curiosity on his face, tilting his head as he waits for your explanation.Ā
āYou gotta be kidding me,ā you scoff, pulling your hand away from his chest, you wrap it around his wrist instead and force his hand away from your face, āis that actually a serious question?āĀ
He purses his lips and nods, āyep.āĀ
āYouāre an asshole, Eddie!āĀ
He rolls his eyes, āyeah, you said that before.āĀ
āYeah and you donāt believe me! You treat me like shitāā
āNo, I donāt!āĀ
āYes, you do, Eddie!ā You exclaim, āyou say mean shit all the time, you make dumb comments and tease me and then act like nothing ever happened!āĀ
āTease you how?ā He smirks, completely ignoring the rest of your words.Ā
You squint your eyes, huffing angrily. Is he actually clueless or does he just want to see you so angry and embarrassed? Either way, he always gets what he wants.Ā
āYou sucked on my finger and then you acted like nothing happened!ā
Your angry pout makes his heart soar.Ā
āThatās what youāre so upset about?ā He chuckles.Ā
His smirk causes the outburst of anger, you finally push him away from you. There is absolutely nothing amusing about this situation, at least not to you.Ā
āWipe that smirk off your goddamn face, Munson! I canāt stand when you do that!āĀ
āDid you want me to do more than that?ā He asks.Ā
āYou wish,ā you scoff, āyou think I want you?āĀ
If you didnāt know any better, you would say that hurt flashed in his eyes but that canāt be, right? Why would he be hurt by anything you say?Ā
He chuckles bitterly and nods to himself.Ā
āNo,ā he mumbles, āI know you donāt want me. A fancy little princess like you wants someone like that jock, you want someone who will buy you shit, someone who will spoil you, take you on dates to Enzoās or whatever, someone you can take home to your rich parents, someone you wonāt feel embarrassed to be with, someone you can be seen with, someone you will have that āperfectā future with.āĀ
Confused, you stare at him with a frown on your face.Ā
Eddieās anger comes out of nowhere the way it always does.Ā
āBut sweetheart, none of them can give you what you need.ā
āW-What do I need?ā You ask, waiting for him to continue. He watches the way your eyes flicker down to his lips before they meet his eyes again.Ā Ā Ā
āThey canāt touch you like you crave to be touched, they canāt kiss you like you wanna be kissed, they canāt fuck you like you wanna be fucked, they canāt treat you like you deserve to be treated.āĀ
Your breath hitches in your throat, your lips part in surprise, your heart begins to pound against your ribcage.Ā
Eddie somehow made his way into your personal space again. He is close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin.Ā
āYou need someone to put you in your place, you need someone to be rough with you, someone who can treat you like the little slut that you are,ā he says, gripping your face in his large hand, āI see the way you look at me when you think that Iām not paying attention, I can see the way you squeeze your thighs together when you look at my hands, I bet you wonder what it would feel like if I touched you, huh? I bet you touch yourself and think about me, about my hands, about my fingers in your tight little pussy.āĀ
Your eyes widen, heat rushes to your cheeks, you are too overwhelmed to keep your eyes locked with his, so you look down.Ā
Eddie smirks but itās a dark smirk, a bitter one.Ā
āBet you are disgusted by yourself, huh?ā He spits as he grips you tighter, āthinking about fucking the dirty town freak, I bet you hate yourself for wanting to ride my dick, thatās why youāre always such a bitch to me, right?ā He asks angrily, āyou take your anger out on me because you canāt stand yourself for wanting to fuck me?āĀ
You shake your head. He is wrong, so wrong. He is no dirty freak in your eyes and you are not disgusted by him, you are disgusted by yourself for wanting someone who hates your guts so much, not for who he is. Eddie is amazing to his friends but unfortunately, you arenāt one of them.Ā
You never hated Eddie, at least not until he forced you to hate him.Ā
āNo.āĀ
āNo?ā He murmurs as he leans even closer to you, āyou donāt think about me?āĀ
You shift, looking up at him with a shy expression, you donāt bother answering, your silence gives it away.Ā
You do think about him. He knows it.Ā
You hate the way he looks so sure of his words, the way he thinks that he has you all figured out, the way he thinks he knows everything about you.Ā
āGet away from me, Eddie,ā you say with a shaky voice and an unsure voice, you both know that you donāt want it, you donāt want him to get away.Ā
He licks his lips as he stares down at you. The look in his eyes makes you cower back a little, it makes you feel nervous but also flustered. Eddie raises his hand up to your face, he tucks your hair behind your ear and leans down, surprising you by pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.Ā
Your lips part and you hold your breath.Ā
āWhy?ā He whispers as he kisses you again, higher this time, āscared that you will fall for the town freak?ā His fingers play with the thin material of your dress, pushing it a little aside so he has more access to your shoulder, he presses his plump lips back against your shoulder, kissing you again and again, āscared that you will hate yourself for it?āĀ
You canāt even utter a single word, too many emotions rush through you. You are confused about this, you are angry about his words but you are also aroused and yes, you do hate yourself for it but not for the reason he thinks.Ā
His hand grips your waist, he pulls you flush against him and you gasp when you feel his bulge pressing against your stomach. Eddie attaches his lips to your neck, āscared that no one else will wanna touch you after the freak fucked you? What would they think if they already knew that you are fantasizing about it? I bet they would think youāre disgustingāāĀ
āGod, shut the fuck up!āĀ
You push him away from you with force, your breathing is heavy, just like his. Eddie looks a little surprised by your sudden outburst, rejection crosses his features, his brows drag together and he opens his mouth to speak, probably to say something hurtful after you just pushed him away like that, he wants the upper hand but you wonāt let him have it, not this time.Ā
āJust shut up,ā you repeat.Ā
He presses his lips together in a straight line, he is tense, his eyes hold a combination of hurt and anger. The tension between the two of you is thick. Nothing else but you both exist in this moment. You donāt hear the faint music from the ongoing party, you donāt feel the cold wind on your exposed skin, you donāt hear the rustling of the leaves but you hear his heavy breathing, you hear the pounding of your heart, you feel the pull towards him.Ā
Eddie waits for you to say something, to do something. A part of him expects you to slap him for kissing you without permission, the other part expects you to hurt him with cruel words but neither of those things happen.Ā
You stare at him for what feels like forever. Your eyes flicker to his lips and back to his eyes, your stomach flutters and your knees feel weak, youāre angry but you also long for him.Ā
Fuck it.Ā
You take a step forward and look into his awaiting eyes.Ā
Fuck it, y/n.
You grab his face and pull him down, you close your eyes and slam your lips against his. Eddieās eyes widen, he stares at you in shock and confusion. You are kissing him. You are kissing him! And your lips feel as soft as he always imagined them to feel like. His heart begins to race.Ā
Kiss her, idiot! He tells himself. He cups your cheeks and pulls you closer, closing his eyes, he finally kisses you back and if this isnāt the best feeling in the world then he doesnāt know what is.Ā
You slide your hands down to his neck, holding him tightly as you deepen the kiss. Eddie parts his lips, allowing you to slip your tongue past his lips. He moans at the feeling, his skin and his lips tingle, he already feels addicted to your touch.Ā
The kiss is nothing but passionate, itās soft and gentle but you want more, you want to feel him closer and closer, you slide your hand down his stomach and wrap your arm around his waist, pressing him tighter against you. He moans at the feeling, his heart flutters.Ā
Eddie walks you back and slams you against his van, earning a whimper from you. You kiss each other until you are both short of oxygen and gasping for air but even as he pulls away, his lips keep touching yours. You breathe into each otherās mouths, keeping each other close as your eyes lock again.Ā
He wants you, you can see it in his eyes.Ā
This time itās him who initiates the kiss, he slams his lips roughly against yours causing you to let out a loud and needy whimper, you can feel him smirking against your lips.Ā
This kiss is rough and angry. Your lips smack loudly against each other, your teeth clash but neither of you care, you pull his hair and make him growl. He digs his ringed fingers into your waist as he pushes his knee in between your thighs.Ā
āEddie,ā you gasp as he starts kissing his way down to your neck.Ā
āYes?āĀ
āI know you hate me,ā you whisper as you close your eyes and put your hand in his hair, holding onto his curl as he begins to suck on your sweet spot.Ā
No, he doesnāt hate you. How could he? Instead of telling you this, he keeps quiet, choosing to continue kissing you.Ā
āShow me.āĀ
āShow you what?āĀ
āShow me how much you hate me,ā you whisper, āplease.āĀ
Eddie opens his eyes and he pulls away from your neck to look at you. He can see the look in your eyes, the intrigued and needy one.Ā
You want him just like he wants you.Ā
āAre you sure?āĀ
For a split second, you see a different side of him, a soft one, a caring one.Ā
You nod.Ā
He grabs your jaw, tilting your head up so you are forced to look at him, āI need words, sweetheart.āĀ
You nod again, āyes, Iām sure.āĀ
Without wasting another second, Eddie unlocks his van and pushes you into the back, closing the door behind him. He fumbles around in the dark for a moment until he finds the switch that turns on the little light.
Looking around, you raise your brows, feeling a little impressed by the lack of the mess you expected. A few pillows are laying around, blankets, even a few comics. You know that he and Robin used to go to the drive-in movie theaters a lot but you canāt help but wonder if he ever brings other girls in here. If he brought the pillows and blankets here just for them so they can feel comfortable. You wonder how he treats them, does he tease them like he teases you? Does he kiss them like he just kissed you? Is he mean to them? Or is he sweet to them? Does he treat them better than he treats you?Ā
Suddenly, you feel yourself frowning and growing insecure and unsure. Do you really want to fuck the guy that hates you with a passion?Ā
But you never answer your own question. Eddie grabs your face and pulls you back in for a heated kiss. You kiss back without a moment of hesitation.Ā
His scent, his taste, his touch, you are addicted already and you feel the hatred for yourself growing.Ā You don't know that he feels the same about you, that he loves the way you taste, that he loves the way you smell so sweet, you don't know that he just loves you.
You push his jacket off his shoulders while he fumbles with the wings on your costume, surprising you by taking them off carefully so he doesnāt break them. Something about the way he parts from the kiss, to put the wings down gently, makes your heart flutter.Ā
You blink, forcing yourself to look away from him. You take the tiara off your head and place it on the ground as well, reaching for the zipper on your dressā āstop, let me.ā Eddie mumbles as he reaches around you to undo it. You stare at him, admiring the way his brown eyes shine so beautifully beneath the dim light. He pushes your dress down to your stomach, his eyes flickering with something you cannot read.Ā
āFuck,ā he mumbles as he eyes your lacy bra, your boobs, your soft skin, āyouāre so sexy,ā he breathes, forgetting about the hate he is supposed to show to you, āso beautiful, shit..āĀ
Eddie doesnāt notice the emotions in your eyes, the lingering sadness and the insecurity. You distract yourself by kissing him again and again, reaching for the hem of his shirt, you take it off of him. He throws it behind him on the floor.Ā
You place your hands on his pale chest, taking in the sight of his tattoos, you feel the urge to kiss every single one of them.Ā
Eddie admires the way you look at him, the way your lips part and your eyes flash with emotions. He touches your cheeks, moving your hair out of your face. You look up at him with big eyes, ātouch me.āĀ
He smirks, ādonāt have to ask me twice.āĀ
He pushes you down carefully, making sure that you lie your head on the pillows, your back meets the soft cushions and you sigh as you feel his cold hands on your stomach, youāre almost too shy to look up at him but when you do, your heart stops.Ā
Eddie stares down at you in awe, he bunches your dress up on your waist and eyes you up and down, from your pretty face to your chest, your stomach and your clothed pussy. He pushes your legs apart and settles in between them, putting your legs over his, he spreads you open and stares at the wet spot on your pink panties.Ā
āFuck,ā he growls, all his blood rushes to his dick, as though he wasnāt hard already, he feels himself growing harder, āIām gonna ruin your pussy, baby.āĀ
Your cunt clenches around nothing, you take in a sharp breath as his eyes meet yours, ātake your bra off,ā he orders.Ā
You bite your lip, pushing yourself up on your elbows, you do as he said, pushing the straps of your bra down first, you watch the way his eyes darken when you reach behind you to unclasp it. You blush, feeling yourself getting shy under his gaze.Ā
āShow me your tits, pretty girl.āĀ
You hate him, you hate him so much.
You throw your bra to the side and lie back against the pillows.
He grips your thighs tightly, eyes flashing with hunger, āperfect fucking tits,ā he murmurs as he slides one hand up to touch your boobs.Ā
āEddie,ā you whimper.Ā
He adjusts your legs, wrapping them around his waist, his clothed dick brushes against your pussy, making you both moan in pleasure. He leans down to kiss your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth, he begins to suck on it.Ā
āOh.. Eddie,ā you moan as you throw your hand in his hair, āi-is that how you treat people you hate?āĀ
He chuckles against you, pulling away from you, he gives you a suggestive look as he sits back up, he shakes his head at you, ājust you, baby,ā he says.Ā
āTouch yourself.āĀ
You blink.Ā
āWhat?āĀ
He looks down, bringing his hand to your aching pussy, he touches you over your panties, rubbing your clit teasingly, smirking at your little whine.Ā
āTouch yourself or I wonāt fuck you.āĀ
Perv.Ā
You swallow nervously, slipping your hand down your stomach, you close your eyes and touch yourself over your panties, spreading your legs wider, you start rubbing your clit.Ā
āOpen your eyes,ā he demands, catching you off guard by smacking your ass. You gasp and open your eyes, seeing the dark look in his eyes makes you even wetter, ālook at me when you touch yourself.āĀ
You nod.Ā
āShow me how you touch yourself when youāre all alone, baby. Tell me what you think about.āĀ
A shiver runs down your spine. You always thought about this, about him. Itās hot to see him so rough and dominating but a part of you hates that he gets to have all the control. You push yourself up a little and bring your hand up to his lips, looking into his curious eyes, you smirk, āspit on them.āĀ
He raises his brows, eyes flashing with surprise. He does it without questioning you. Spitting onto your fingers.
āThanks,ā you mumble. You push your panties to the side and touch yourself with your spit covered fingers, letting out a loud moan as you run your fingers through your wet folds before you begin to rub your aching clit.Ā
Eddieās dick twitches in his pants as he watches you.Ā
āSuch a pretty pussy, fuck,ā he grunts, fighting the urge to bury his face in your cunt.Ā
āYou wanna know what I think about when I touch myself?āĀ
āYes.. fuck, yes. I wanna know.āĀ
You smirk at him. You wonāt give him what he wants, you wonāt let him hear what he wants to hear. Why should you? He is gonna treat you even worse when this is over, why should you give him the truth?Ā
āI-I think about Steve,ā you moan as you push a finger inside of you, āI think about my best friend fucking me with his big fat cock.ā Lies. You think about him fucking you, you think about him splitting you open, you think about him eating you out, fingering you with his rings on, making you his slut.Ā
Eddieās smirk falls from his face, his eyes darken.Ā
You add a second finger and push it in and out of your wet pussy, moaning at the feeling, āI think about him making me cry as he takes me from behind, as heā fuck.. as he slaps my ass and does whatever he wants.āĀ
You are lying, he knows youāre lying. The look on your face tells him that but he still grows angry and jealous.Ā
You fuck yourself on your fingers, throwing your head back in pleasure as you move them in and out, āI think about riding his dick, about how he would cum inside of me and fill me up until IāmāāĀ
āShut the fuck up, you little whore,ā Eddie growls, grabbing your wrist, he slams it against the floor and replaces your fingers with his, pushing his long and thick fingers into your hole.Ā
You gasp loudly, squeezing your eyes shut as you finally feel his fingers inside you, finally getting to feel what you always dreamed about.
His other hand grabs your cheeks, squishing them together roughly, āI told you to look at me!āĀ
Your stomach clenches as does your cunt, your mouth waters at the feeling of him spreading you open.Ā
āOpen your eyes, brat.āĀ
You open your eyes to look at his angry ones. You have never seen him this angry before. You should be scared, you know that. But instead you feel yourself getting more needy, more wet, more aroused. You moan even louder than before and grind back against his fingers.Ā
āNow tell me the truth,ā he says through gritted teeth as he starts to fuck you with his fingers, āwho do you think about?āĀ
You push yourself up on your elbows to watch him, to see how they move in and out of you.Ā
āS-Steve.āĀ
He slaps your cheek lightly causing you to whimper.Ā
āLiar,ā he grunts, he leans over you, wrapping his hand around your neck, he slams you back down and looks into your needy eyes as he continues to slam his fingers in and out of you.Ā
āEddie,ā you whimper.
āThatās right,ā he grunts, āsay my name.āĀ
He adds a third finger, thrusting them in and out of you. His fingers reach deeper than yours, they reach the spot that you canāt, his rings and the coldness of them just bring more pleasure to your body. You lose yourself in the feeling, you close your eyes despite him telling you not to, your lips part and you chant his name like a prayer. You arch your back in pleasure, tears well up in your eyes.Ā
Eddie stares at you, he watches the way your chest rises up and down, the way you flinch a little when his hand leaves your neck to touch your boob, to play with your nipple. Your stomach tenses up, your pussy clenches around his fingers, you are so wet, he can feel your juices dripping down his fingers, the squelching noises and your moans just make it all even more erotic.Ā
You whimper his name so beautifully.Ā
āEddie, please.āĀ
āPlease what?āĀ
āI wanna cum,ā you please, āplease let me cum.āĀ
A devilish smirk appears on his face, āoh, youāre gonna cum, baby.āĀ
His words should intimidate you, they should leave you feeling nervous but instead they make you crave him even more.Ā
Eddie leans down and as you feel him shifting, you open your eyes to look at him. He picks up the pace, fucking you harder and faster on his fingers as he presses his tongue against your sensitive clit.Ā
āOh fuck! Eddie!āĀ
āMhmm,ā he hums against you, looking up at you as he licks your clit, ātaste so sweet.āĀ
You spread your legs wider for him and push your hand in his hair, tugging at his dark curls.Ā
āI can feel you clenching around my fingers, baby,ā he murmurs against you, āyou wanna cum for me? Do it.āĀ
It doesnāt take long for you to reach your high, you cum around his fingers just as he tells you too, you moan loudly, gasping for air but Eddie doesnāt stop there, he pulls his fingers out. He throws your legs over his shoulders and before you can even react, he buries his face in your pussy, slipping his tongue into you, he moans loudly.Ā
āEddie,ā you whine as you watch him through blurry eyes, his rough hands dig into your thighs as he holds them wide open, his eyes are closed as he eats you out, āoh my god.āĀ
Eddie loves the way you taste, the way you sound, the way you feel, the way you beg for him.Ā
āFeels so goodā¦āĀ
He loves knowing that he is the one making you feel so good.Ā
He opens his eyes to look at you, youāre staring at him already, barely able to keep your eyes open, you hold onto his hair so tightly. A single tear slips down your hot cheek.Ā
āYou taste so good, sweetheart,ā he breathes, smirking at you when he spits on your clit before he places his thumb against it.Ā
Your eyes roll back and you throw your head against the pillows, you try closing your legs but Eddie is stronger than you.Ā
āP-Please..ā You sob, pulling at his hair even harder causing him to growl in response. He flicks his tongue inside of you and presses harder against your clit and before you know it, you cum again.Ā
Tears run down your cheeks, you are so sensitive already.Ā
āNo more,ā you whimper as he continues to lick your pussy, āplease.. I just want your cock.āĀ
Eddie smirks at you, pulling away, he sits back up.Ā
Your heart flutters as you look at him. His cheeks are flushed, his curls are messy, his chin is glistening from your juices, saliva dripping down his chest.Ā
You look so fucked out already, sweat coats your forehead, your breathing is heavy and you push your thighs together as you look up at him. Eddie unbuckles his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers down just below his ass, his dick slaps against his stomach.
You push yourself up on your elbows, biting your lip as you stare at him, ādo you want me to suck your dick?ā You ask as you reach your hand out to wrap your fingers around his thick cock, you lick your lips, pre cum is rolling down his length and it takes everything in you not to take him into your mouth.Ā
Eddie hisses at your touch, his eyelashes flutter.Ā
āDo you want to fuck my face?ā You ask, innocently.Ā
He growls, eyes darkening, he shakes his head, ānext time, baby. I need to be inside of you,ā he says.Ā
āCondom?ā You ask.Ā
He closes his eyes, cursing at himself, āI donāt have any.āĀ
You raise your brows, āwhat do you mean, you donāt have any?āĀ
āIt means I donāt have any!ā He snaps at you.Ā
āDonāt you use condoms when you fuck?āĀ
A loud laugh falls from his lips, he opens his eyes, shaking his head, āwhen I fuck? Sweetheart, I donāt get laid very often. I have a whole unopened box of condoms at home,ā he snorts.Ā
āYou donāt fuck girls in your van?āĀ
āY/n, the last time I fucked someone, I stole a condom from Jeff and no, I donāt fuck girls in my van.ā
Relief floods through you, here you thought that he was fucking girls in his van and getting laid every weekend.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down against you, catching him by surprise. He presses his hands against the floor and looks down at you.Ā
āAnd Iām not really into fucking random girls,ā he adds.Ā
Your eyes widen a little, āam I not a random girl?āĀ
He chuckles, shaking his head.Ā
You could never be a random girl.Ā
āNo, youāre my enemy,ā he says before he slams his lips against yours.Ā
You whine against him and kiss him roughly, digging your feet into his ass, you pull him even closer until you feel his cock rubbing against your pussy. He moans in pleasure, gripping your hips tightly.Ā
āFuck me, please. I donāt care about the condom, just fuck me,ā you murmur against his lips, holding his neck tightly, āplease.āĀ
āAre you sure?ā He asks, eying your expression, slowly.Ā
You nod, āvery sure.āĀ
Eddie pecks your lip softly. For someone who wanted to fuck you, he sure is a little soft with you.Ā
He leans back, staring down at you in awe, he grabs your waist, licking his lips. You watch him, looking at the way he wraps his ringed fingers around his cock, he slides it through your wet folds, teasing your clit with the tip.Ā
āShit,ā he shudders, āyouāre so wet. All for me, right?āĀ
You bite your lip, furrowing your brows as you gulp, nodding.Ā
āSay itās all for me,ā he demands.Ā
āItās for you,ā you whine, āall for you, asshole!āĀ
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head at you. You open your mouth again but before you can say anything, Eddie grabs you tighter and in one motion, he thrusts into you, earning a loud gasp from you.Ā
He whimpers at the feeling of your tight walls, leaning down, he buries his face in the crook of your neck.Ā
āFuckā¦ā You whimper, wrapping your arms around him, āEddie.ā You clench around his cock and hold him tightly.Ā
āYouāre so tight and wet,ā he grunts against your shoulder, āām not gonna last long if you keep clenching around me like this.āĀ
āI told you to show me how much you hate me, Eddie,ā you breathe, digging your nails into his back, āso far youāre not doing a good job.āĀ
Something inside of him snaps, he pulls back, placing one hand around your neck, he puts the other one on the pillow next to you. He glares at you.Ā
āYouāre a brat, you know that, right?ā He growls as he begins to thrust into you.Ā
You gasp at the feeling, taking a deep breath.Ā
āAlways getting on my goddamn nerves,ā he grunts as he tightens his hold on your neck, he pulls out and pushes back inside of you, roughly. āYou have no idea how many times I wanted to do this.ā He thrusts deeper, rougher, faster. āHow many times I wanted to fuck your needy little pussy and watch you cry for more.āĀ
You look down, watching the way he fucks you roughly on his cock. He moves his hands down to grab your hips with both hands.Ā
āLook at me, baby,ā he moans as he starts to pound your pussy, ālook at the way youāre taking my cock.. Your pussy was made for me, you were made for me.āĀ
The knot in your stomach tightens, the fire inside of you burns. You feel him in your stomach. You wrap your legs tighter around him and throw your hand back to wrap it around his wrist, āfuck me harder!ā You beg, despite the overwhelming sensation in your bones.Ā
āHarder?ā He chuckles, āIāll give you harder, you little brat.āĀ
He enjoys the way you squirm under his body, the way you struggle to take his big cock and yet ask for more. For a moment, he just watches you, he watches the way his cock disappears in your body, the way your juices drip down on the blanket beneath you, the way you throw your head back in pleasure and cry for him, the way your boobs bounce as he ruts into you. You are struggling, your moans are getting high pitched, tears are streaming down your face as you move your head to the side.Ā
āFeels so good, Eddie,ā you whimper.Ā
His mouth waters, his stomach clenches as your pussy flutters around his dick. He moans desperately, closing his eyes for a second as he feels himself getting closer. He leans down, grabbing your face, ālook at me,ā he whispers, āopen your eyes and look at me.āĀ
You grip his wrist tighter and open your eyes to look at him, your breathing stutters as you see the way he looks at you, there is something in his eyes you havenāt seen before but you decide to ignore it.Ā
āOpen your mouth and stick your tongue out.āĀ
Your eyes widen but you do as he says, opening it, you stick it out for him and maintain eye contact.Ā
He grabs your chin, smirking at you before he spits in your mouth.Ā
Now, if anyone else had done that to you, you would spit it right out and slap them across the face but something about him doing it to you makes you clench even harder around him, the moans you get from him make you shiver.Ā
āFuck, you like that huh?ā He mumbles as you swallow it, he pats your cheek, āyou filthy little slut.āĀ
āMhmm, I like it,ā you smirk and pull him down for a kiss.Ā
You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, his thrusts are getting sloppier and his moans are getting louder and more desperate. You kiss each other roughly and hold each other tight. His chest is pressed against yours, he pulls his wrist out of your grip to hold your hand instead.Ā
You jolt as you feel his fingertips on your clit.Ā
āCum for me,ā he mumbles against your lips, ācum on my dick.ā
You moan loudly as you cum around him, you scratch his back as you dig your nails into his skin causing him to groan loudly. You clench hard around him and pull him even closer.Ā
āBaby.. fuck.. fuck,ā he whimpers against you, āIām gonna cum,ā he warns, unsure of where you want him.Ā
āCum inside meā¦ āwanna feel you, Eddie.āĀ
His heart flutters and his eyes widen as he looks down at you, āyou sure?āĀ
āMhmm, pleaseā¦āĀ
āFuckā¦ okay.. shit, baby,ā he whimpers as he picks up the pace again, āyou want me to breed you, huh? You want me to fill you up with my cum, shit.. I will. Iām gonna leave you dripping for days.. Iām gonna make you mine.āĀ
Mine.Ā
āNo oneās ever touching you again,ā he moans, āgonnaā oh fuckā¦ā He grunts as he places his fingers back against your clit.Ā
āEddie!ā You sob, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel an even stronger sensation in your lower belly. He drills in and out of you in such a rough way, you canāt even feel your legs anymore or the tears that stream down your cheeks all you feel is him.Ā
āI know you got one more in you, baby,ā he grunts, kissing your lips, ācum with me.. one more time.āĀ
āI canāt!ā You sob.Ā
āYes, you can, I can feel it, youāre getting tighter around me, just let go for me.āĀ
You canāt even help it, you bite his shoulder and cage him in against you with your legs. He grunts in pain and whimpers in pleasure, he thrusts into you once, twiceā ācum with me!āĀ
You let go and cum around him as he releases inside of you, filling you up with his seed.Ā
He whimpers into your neck, holding you tightly as he moans at the feeling. His hips stutter and he finally falls against you. Youāre drooling on his shoulder, whimpering at the feeling of his twitching cock inside your pussy. Eddie breathes heavily, not pulling out just yet, he slumps against you and presses lazy kisses on your shoulder.Ā
āFuck,ā he sighs with a grin on his face that you canāt see.Ā
Youāre barely able to keep your eyes open, letting go of him, you drop your arms to your sides and close your eyes.Ā
āI canāt feel my legs,ā you whisper.Ā
Eddie smirks, āguess I fucked you good, huh?ā
You roll your eyes but canāt help but smile, āguess soā¦ā
āWhat do you mean āguess soā?ā He scoffs as he pulls himself up a little to look at you, āyou came four times, you brat.āĀ
āShouldāve made that five times,ā you shrug.Ā
Eddie shakes his head at you, though he canāt help but smirk, youāre a mess. Your hair is disheveled, your cheeks are wet from the tears, your body is hot and shaking from all the orgasms he just pulled out of you.Ā
Grabbing your cheeks, he turns your face towards him, ādoes that mean I get to make you cum again?ā He smirks.Ā
You lick your lips, staring at the spot on his shoulder that you dug your teeth in, you reach out to touch it, āif you want to,ā you shrug, acting like it means nothing to you.Ā
āIf I want to?ā He asks, āwhat about you, do you want to?āĀ
You are too scared to show him that you do but right now, he isnāt scared to show you how vulnerable he can be. His eyes that usually only ever hold anger for you, hold nothing but hope, it confuses you a little.Ā
You furrow your brows, āI-I donāt know,ā you whisper, unable to look into his eyes any longer, you push him back, āget off, please.āĀ
He shakes his head and cups your cheeks, āno, look at me,ā he demands, softly.Ā
You blink, swallowing nervously as you look back into his eyes, āyou got what you wanted, Eddie.āĀ
āWhat do you mean?ā He frowns.Ā
āYou fucked me, put me in my place or whatever, now you can move on to someone else.āĀ
He scoffs, āis that what you think of me?āĀ
You shrug, looking at him with uncertainty in your eyes, ācan you blame me?ā You whisper, āyou treat me like shit.āĀ
His eyes flash with guilt, he nods to himself. Without another word, he pulls away from you, pulling out with a hiss, he puts your panties back in place and puts his boxers and jeans back on.Ā
He fucked up, he knows it. Eddie always struggled with the feelings he had for you. Robin was right when she called him immature for treating you like thisā the girl that he secretly loves. He hoped that this would change something but he thought wrong, if anything, he had made things worse for himself, knowing that he got to have you this once and probably never again, breaks his heart.Ā
Eddie hates himself at this moment.Ā
You glance at him as you put your dress back on, not bothering with your bra. Eddieās hair is a mess, his cheeks are still red, his shoulder and neck littered with bite marks from you. He blinks fastly, as though he tries to blink tears away, it makes your heart clench in your chest. You want to pull him back into your arms and kiss him. Is it a good idea though? Probably not.Ā
You fix your hair and smooth out your dress. Eddie puts his shirt back on, sniffling quietly.Ā
Tears well up in your eyes as you remember all the times that he made you feel bad, all the times he pissed you off and made you angry, all the times he made you feel insecure, yet nothing, absolutely nothing made you feel worse than this.Ā
You leave. You get out of the van on shaky legs, placing your feet on the concrete floor, you blink the tears away as you step away from the van and from him. Now you feel the cold wind and the lonely feeling inside of you. You donāt wanna go, not after you had a taste of what it could be like if he just loved you.Ā
You halt in your tracks, closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.Ā
You canāt walk away, not from him.Ā
You turn back around and just as you take a step forward, Eddie suddenly jumps out of the van with a panicked look on his face and tears in his eyes. Surprised by your presence in front of him, he stares at you for a moment before he reaches out to grab your waist, you let him pull you closer, āplease donāt go,ā he whispers, āgive me a chance, sweetheart. I'll fix things between us, I will, I promise, I will."
He pleads with his eyes and holds you tightly against him, afraid that you will disappear any moment.Ā
Your heart stutters and your knees almost buckle.Ā
āI-I know I fucked up but pleaseāā
You kiss him for the hundredth time tonight and wrap your arms around him. He responds instantly, kissing you back softly and pressing your back against his van just like before, only this time, the kiss is sweet and filled with longing.Ā
āIām crazy about you too,ā you admit.Ā
āYou are?ā He asks. A smile tugs at his lips, happiness crosses his features.Ā
āYeah,ā you whisper. Placing your palms against his chest, you peck his lips again, āand I never think about Steve,ā you mumble, cringing at the words that you have given him before, āhe is my best friend and I never ever wanted him and he doesnāt want me either, Eddie.āĀ
He believes you.Ā
āI always just wanted you,ā you whisper.Ā
His heart soars at your words, his gaze softens, he could melt right there and then, ādo you still want me?āĀ
āYes,ā you whisper, ādo you want me?āĀ
You look shy and uncertain of your words, youāre about to look down and break eye contact but he stops you from doing so, tilting your head up, he kisses your lips, āmore than anything, sweetheart.āĀ
āShit.āĀ
Robin smirks at Steve who holds your jacket in his hand.Ā
āI think you owe me 50 bucks.āĀ
Steve rolls his eyes as he watches you and Eddie making out against his van, āno, I donāt. We donāt know who made the first move.āĀ
Robin laughs, crossing her arms over her chest, āIām saying she did, so..āĀ
Steve shakes his head, āno, Eddie was the one who made moves on her all this time, it was definitely him.āĀ
āYou know what?ā Robin tears his eyes away from you and Eddie and looks back at Steve, āI bet theyāre gonna keep this a secret.āĀ
Steve smirks, shaking his head when he sees Eddie picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you back to his van.Ā
āYeah and theyāre definitely gonna slip up in the next two weeks.āĀ
Robin shakes her head, āno, y/n can keep a secret, Iām giving them three.āĀ
āLetās bet on that then.āĀ
āOkay,ā Robin nods, āletās make it 100 bucks.āĀ
Steve sighs, āalright then, say goodbye to your money, Buckley.āĀ
āYou wish.āĀ
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Hello my dear!!! So - I know your requests are closed for now, but I just had to tell you I am OBSESSED with your Danny Ric x Sunshine series, and I had a thought for once theyāre open againā¦ I know that Sunshine isnāt famous or anything, but what if she dated someone who was/is before she started dating Danny (ex. Joe Jonas)? Like maybe they were childhood sweethearts or something, and her ex shows up at the Miami GP as a musical guest or something and Danny goes FERAL and protective of Sunshine? I just think it would be so cute and fluffy šš„°
you are a cutieš„¹thank you for requesting!!! i changed it a wee bit but i hope you enjoy! and sorry for making you wait so longš«¶š½
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It wasnāt unusual for there to be famous faces dotted around the garage during the race weekend.Ā
Daniel was used to it and, if he was being completely honest, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed seeing familiar faces around the paddock, talking and chatting with them and meeting new and old fans alike. He was a social butterfly and he thrived in these situations, even if some drivers found it a little distracting or stressful when they were trying to get on with their jobs. Usually, Daniel loved it.
Except when these celebrities couldnāt seem to catch the hint.
You were gorgeous. Hell, in the eyes of Daniel, you were the prettiest human to ever walk the goddamn Earth. He was obsessed with you. He worshipped the ground you walked on. You were his sun and his life revolved around you and your love. He pinched himself every day that you chose to be with him, to love him, to be his forever partner.Ā
However, it seemed one of Red Bullās recent garage guests didnāt seem to catch the hint that you were not single nor were you ready to mingle.
If he was being honest, he didnāt know who the guy was. He had heard from a few team members that he was some big, upcoming actor that most of the world was going crazy for but Daniel didnāt care. He didnāt care if the man was the biggest name in the world. He was going after Danielās girl and he didnāt like that one bit.Ā
Most guests tended to stick to their guided tours or near the back so they were out of the teamās way, yet this actor seemed to have gravitated towards you. He had been blatant in his attempts with flirting and chatting with you, going as far as leaning on the table you were currently working on until it became near impossible to continue with your job. He could see the discomfort in your face, could see the way you were getting progressively more annoyed and, despite knowing you could handle yourself, the last thing he wanted was you to be on the frog page after punching the douche in the face (even if it would've been well-deserved in his eyes).
āGot a problem here, mate?āĀ
The manāhis name was on the tip of his tongue but he couldnāt bring himself to care to rememberāturned away from you to look at the approaching driver. āHey, Daniel, right? Huge fan. Youāve got a great team here.ā
āYeah, the best of the best,ā Daniel said as he slided in behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder as your body relaxed under his touch. āSunshine here has the best brain you could ask for in Formula One.ā
The manās gaze slid back down to you, his lips twitching upwards in what you assumed was meant to be a charming smile. āSo, your name is Sunshine?ā
You opened your mouth to reply, but Daniel beat you to it.
āHa no, I can call her Sunshine,ā he said with a massive smile on your face, one that would leave the people around you and out of ear shot to believe this was a happy conversation. āYou can mind your own fucking business.ā
The manās face immediately soured. āExcuse me?ā
āYouāre a guest, courtesy of Red Bull, and that is the only reason Iām not dragging your sorry ass out of the paddock,ā Daniel continued, stepping a little closer so you were leaning back against him. āNow, you can leave now or you can sit in the back of the garage like a good dog and leave my girl alone to do her work. Whatās it gonna be?ā
āYou canāt talk to me like that,ā he insisted with a scoff. āDo you know who I am?ā
āNo, but I donāt really care. Youāre on my turf right now, and what I say goes. If I donāt want you here, youāll be gone with a snap of my fingers.ā Daniel stated so casually, like his whole body wasnāt humming with the desire to just punch the guy in the face. āPiss off now.ā
You had barely waited until he was gone before you spun around in your seat, looking up at him with an amused smile. āAre you taking lessons from Max or something? That felt very Mad Max-coded.ā
Daniel rolled his eyes. āI was teaching him a lesson.āĀ
āNo, you were jealous and it was hot,ā you corrected with a grin as you reached towards him, your arms winding around his torso. āBut thank you. I was two seconds away from throwing my laptop at his head.ā
He laughed as he leaned down, hands gently holding your hair back as he kissed you. āAlways here to be your knight in shining armour, Sunshine.ā
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Heyoo!! I was wondering if I could request Angel dust x gn! reader headcanons of them being silly and romantic while cooking together?š„° Like reader is trying to focus on what they need for the recipe theyāre gonna make and Angel is just like āmhm mhm sounds good sugarā barely listening, admiring reader like this ššš, Angel being as clingy and close to them as possible, them having little mini food fights, etc.. just adorable, slightly chaotic vibes!š I hope this isnāt too long, thank you so much!!š«¶š¼
OFC!! I love Angel sm!! Heās so bbg and honestly, heās one of my faves!! Angel literally deserves all the love in the world and you cannot change my mind-
clingy!Angel Dust x Gn! Reader
Headcanons!
Here are your hcs!!
This is definitely Angel Dust and his S/o cooking because of some sort of teamwork activity Charlie organized!
Little does she know that you two are so in love with each other that you canāt get anything doneā¦
Whatever it is you two are cooking, itās made by nothing but you twoās love.
Angel definitely is a helper princess.Ā
Heāll be there to āhelpā his partner but he will do nothing but play around with them. Like seriously, heās too pretty to do the cooking work. But heās there for emotional support and for the lovely sight of his absolutely dashing partner.
āAngie, can you pass me the salt?ā They asked while trying to read the next step in the recipe.Ā
Angel gazed longingly at them. The way they focused on what they were doing was so attractive to him. He took an arbitrary spoon and stirred the salt playfully, waiting for them to turn to him.
When they finally did turn to him, they raised a brow at him, wondering why Angel hadnāt handed them the salt. āWhatās wrong?ā They asked him.
Angel giggled, slowly scooting the salt to them. āI just wanted you to look at me, toots.~ā He cooed, moving closer to them, kissing their cheek.
They rolled their eyes playfully and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. āIf you help me out and we win, we can cuddle and watch a movie together.ā They offered, trying to get him to help out.
Angel pouted, throwing his arms around them, hugging them like his life depended on it. āBut what if we donāt winā¦? Can I still get cuddles?~ā
āAngie, babe, you doubt my cooking skills?~ā They chuckled, blowing a small amount of flour at his face.Ā
āOh, itās on!ā He chuckled, taking some flour in his hand and throwing it at them.Ā
In the end, you two didnāt win the activity because you two were too busy playing around with the flour and lost track of time.Ā
Nifftyās team won. She did all the work not because no one helped her, but because she knew exactly what to do and didn't let anyone do anything but pass her things (which defeated the purpose, but that was beside the point; a win is a win). What can I say? Sheās an amazing cook.Ā
You two definitely get a mean scoldinā from Vaggie for making a mess.
But you two are defended by Charlie because you two are ADORABLE! And she could never have you two be in trouble for such a loving display.
Niffty goes crazy cleaning up your mess though. It kept her entertained for a while.
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Lora you donāt understand how quickly I came running to your asks when I saw that prompt list that you reblogged!! It was so tough to choose!!
In the end I really couldnāt choose, so I was wondering if you could maybe share some headcanons for Tommy and a Reader with these two:
them wrapping their hand around yours whenever walking together
and
being your partnerās mumās favorite (because I immediately giggled thinking about the possibility of him being the apple of his mother in lawās eye)
Thanks so much if you choose to!! š„°
Hello, K!! Thank you so much, darling š it's always a pleasure to get a request from someone so talented!
On always holding hands:
ā¢ Tommy is not exactly into PDA. He can't be defined as affectionate in public, but he's not against some little displays as long as 1. you're in a relationship, and 2. it doesn't cross any lines
ā¢ He'd never be the man to, like might be observed in some couples, push his lady to some corner and try to make out. He's a private person and to notice how fond he is of his S/O, we'd have to watch his hands.
ā¢ He often gets into places holding her hand and doesn't let go until someone approaches them. Also, he enjoys intertwining fingers and using his thumb to caress her hand.
ā¢ Not being someone used to receiving genuine affection, he gets soft every time she's the one to reach for his hand.
On being his mother-in-law's favorite:
ā¢ Oh, Tommy is beyond surprised. All his life, his girlsā parents never liked him. It took a good while for him to charm off Greta's parents and Zelda's father literally shot him.
ā¢ To be honest, it might make him wonder what sort of man his S/O and her sisters were bringing home. Even if he's always on his best behavior in his in-law's house, he's also terribly self aware, he's surely not the best match around.
ā¢ Tommy is ready to answer any questions about his work path. He was lucky his import and export business blossomed. That's all. She might even see some of his trucks in the streets.
ā¢ After this, it's hard not to like him. He's financially stable, good-looking and kind to her daughter. Isn't this what every mother wants?
ā¢ He's shocked when his mother-in-law makes his favorite dish, calls to his office to know when he's coming over for dinner again or very boldly, pinches his cheek as if he was one of her children.
ā¢ Tommy would never admit it, but he totally prefers having tea and gossiping with his mother-in-law rather than having whiskey and talking about āmen subjectsā with his father-in-law.
ā¢ Even if he's not the best at showing it, her affection is reciprocated, Tommy has serious mommy issues and finding a sweet old lady who truly accepts him into her family is certainly a relief to this deep wound.
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1968 [Chapter 2: Hera, Goddess Of Childbirth]
A/N: Enjoy Chapter 2 a little early! See you on Sunday for Chapter 3 š„°
Series Summary:Ā Aemond is embroiled in a fierce battle to secure the Democratic Party nomination and defeat his archnemesis, Richard Nixon, in the presidential election. You are his wife of two years and wholeheartedly indoctrinated into the Targaryen political dynasty. But you have an archnemesis of your own: Aemondās chronically delinquent brother Aegon.
Series Warnings:Ā Language, sexual contentĀ (18+ readers only), violence, bodily injury, character deaths, New Jersey, age-gap relationships, drinking, smoking, drugs, pregnancy and childbirth, kids with weird Greek names, historical topics including war and discrimination, math.
Word Count:Ā 5.4k
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You are buzzed at a private party in the Rainbow Room of Rockefeller Center, Midtown, February 1966, chandeliers and candlelight, pink and red hearts made of paper hanging from shimmering strings and littering the floor. Your roommate Barbara Nassau Astorāyes those Astors, Astor Avenue in the Bronx, Astoria in Queens, āthe landlords of New Yorkāābrought you along tonight, and the chance to be swept up into her glittering existence is precisely why your father sent you to a school like Manhattanville College of the Sacred Heart. Barb knows people who know people who know other people and every single individual in that grand design is wealthy and worldly and could possibly lead you into the generous arms of your future husband. You are from Tarpon Springs, Florida, heiress to a sea sponge fortune, and your father nurses powerful ambitions of intermingling his blood with the Northeastern elite.
You scan the selection as you sip your Pink Squirrel. You could marry a doctor and sit in the living room waiting for him to come home at 9 or 10 or 11 p.m., fix him a Whiskey Sour or a Sazerac, listen to him bemoan the complexities of nerves and veins before accompanying him to bed and repeating the whole process the next day. You could marry a lawyer or an advertising executive, and your fate would be much the same. Your own parents are partners in life and business, but you have seen enough to know how rare this is. These men of the Rainbow Room, 65 floors above icy streets radiant with headlights, want a wife whose hands will stay manicured and idle: nannies will tend to the children, maids will clean the house, mistresses will massage the knots out of the muscles of his back. And youāa relative upstart, new money among ancient bloodlinesāwill have no right to demand otherwise.
A man interrupts your reverie. He wants to know about the pendant you wear around your neck. You sigh before you turn to him; you resist the instinct to roll your eyes. And then you see him. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, with a curious intensity and a teasing little smirk, an Old Fashioned in his grasp like molten gold. You donāt know it yet, but he is a senator from New Jersey, very recently elected, victorious yet still hungry. He steals the oxygen out of your lungs. He drowns you in the amber-musk warmth of his cologne.
āItās Athena,ā you say, touching your fingertips to the silver medallion self-consciously; and you are rarely self-conscious. The black polish has been scrubbed from your nails and replaced with a soft, shimmering champagne. You spent two hours this afternoon having your hair painfully teased and arranged into a Brigitte Bardot-inspired updo.
āGoddess of wisdom.ā
āAnd war and peace. And math.ā
āMath?ā He is intrigued.
āThatās what Iām studying at school. Math.ā
āAnd yet you are not disinterested in the humanities. You know Greek mythology.ā
āWell, Tarpon Springs has a lot of Greeks, and thatās where Iām from, so.ā
āStudies math. From Tarpon Springs, Florida. Iām learning everything about you.ā He smiles, this magnetic stranger who has captured you like a moon lured into a planetās gravity. He swallows a mouthful of his Old Fashioned, moisture glistening on his lips. āDo you like Greek food?ā
You canāt seem to follow his words. Blood is rushing into your face, hot and dizzying. āWhat?ā
āGreek food. Have you tried it? Hummus, tzatziki, gyros, spanakopita, horiatiki, baklava.ā
āOh yeah, Iāve had it. Itās great.ā
āMy family owns a house on Long Beach Island,ā he says casually. āWe eat a lot of Greek food there. You should join us for dinner sometime soon.ā
āReally?ā
āYes. Very soon. Maybe this weekend. Are you free?ā
No, youāre not; but youāll cancel plans until you are. āUm, okay. Sure. And whoā¦sorry, I might have missed it, butā¦who are youā¦?ā
āAemond Targaryen.ā And he shakes your hand like youāre someone who matters. āIām a senator. Iām trying to end the war.ā
With him, you could be a part of something magnificent. With him, you could help save the world.
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Asteria is the goddess of falling stars, but the home of rising ones. On the north end of Long Beach Island, New Jerseyāonly 100 miles south of the sleek bladelike skyscrapers of Manhattanālies the sprawling Targaryen estate. The nine-acre property features one main house and another three for guests, a swimming pool, a tennis court, a ten-car garage, a boathouse, a pier, and an ample stretch of beach that abuts the Atlantic Ocean, open water with nothing interrupting the infinite, miles-deep blue from the East Coast to the Iberian Peninsula. It is the first week of July, 1968, and your 23rd birthday. You are lazing in a lounge chair on the emerald green lawn and eating your third slice of melopita, a cheesecake-like dessert made with honey and ricotta. It originates from the Greek island of Sifnos.
āYou two canāt murder each other while Iām gone,ā Aemond says. Heās sitting between you and Aegon. His stitches have healed, the worst of his pain has subsided, his poll numbers have only improved since the assassination attempt. He has a glass eye that he can insert for public appearances, but he dislikes it; at home he wears a leather eyepatch that still unnerves the children. Tomorrow, Aemond is flying to Tacoma to campaign ahead of the Washington State Convention on the 13th. Most of the family will be joining him, with only three Targaryens remaining at Asteria: ailing Viserys, useless Aegon, and you, officially too pregnant to travel by plane. You are wearing a floral, flowing, two-piece swimsuit. The sun is blazing in a clear sky. The record player is piping out Time Of The Season by the Zombies.
Aegon waves a hand flippantly, then adjusts his preposterously large blue-tinted plastic sunglasses; he is shirtless, flabby, very sunburned. āIāll barely be here.ā
Aemond looks over at him, amused. āOh yeah? And what pressing engagements do you have to attend to? Iād love to know.ā
You take a bite of your melopita and scatter crumbs across the swell of your belly: seven and a half months along. āIām sure the prostitutes miss him.ā
āThey do,ā Aegon snaps. āIām their favorite customer.ā
āWell youāre a reprieve for them. Itās always over so quickly.ā
Aemond is snickering. Aegon says to him: ā23, huh? A 13-year age difference. She could almost be your daughter.ā
āAnd 17 years younger than you. She could definitely be yours.ā
āThatās how Aegon likes his girls,ā you say. āToo inexperienced to recognize end-stage degeneracy. Still stumbling their way through Shakespeare for English class.ā
āWhy canāt she stay at the brownstone?ā Aegon asks irritably. Aemond owns a historic townhouse in Georgetown for when Congress is in session, though heās rarely been there since he announced that he was running for president.
āBecause Doxie is here to make sure sheās taken care of,ā Aemond replies. Eudoxia has been the head housekeeper of Asteria for decades, a formidable battleaxe of a woman who speaks very little English and has a seemingly endless supply of patterned scarves to wrap around her ink black dyed hair. There currently arenāt any permanent staff stationed at the brownstone, and Aemond does not trust strangers. āAnd because my future first lady is hosting a tea party on the 10th.ā
āA tea party!ā Aegon gasps, mocking you. āSurely that will patch the wounds of our troubled nation. Sheās an inspiration. Sheās motherfucking Gloria Steinem.ā
āSheās Aphrodite,ā Aemond says, beaming with pride, his remaining eye fixed on your belly. Heās lost one piece of himself, but in a month and a half heāll gain another. āGoddess of love.ā
āThere must be a more appropriate mythological character. Medusa, perhaps. Lyssa was the goddess of rabies, Epiales was the goddess of nightmares.ā
āAegon, I had no idea you were soā¦ā You search for the right word. āLiterate.ā
āIo was turned into a cow.ā He grins at you, toothy, malicious.
āSheās also one of Jupiterās moons,ā Aemond muses. He draws invisible orbits in the air with his long, graceful fingers. āBeautiful, celestial, pristineā¦ā
āA satellite,ā Aegon says. āMindless. Aimless. Going wherever sheās told.ā
Aemond insists as he twists the bracelet around your right wrist, a delicate gold chain he bought during your honeymoon in Hawaii: āAphrodite.ā
āDidnāt she fuck around with, like, everyone?ā
āMaybe you should be Aphrodite,ā you tell Aegon.
Mimi appears, tottering across the lawn with the straps of her sundress sliding off her shoulders and her Gimlet sloshing precariously in its glass. The children are playing in the surf with the nannies and Fosco, who is entertaining them by diving for seashells and delivering his treasures into their tiny, grasping palms. Criston is supervising from the sand, though he steals frequent glimpses of Alicent as she feeds a wheelchair-bound Viserysāmuch diminished after a number of strokesāhis own slice of melopita, one careful, patient spoonful at a time. āCan weā¦ā Mimi bursts out laughing and almost falls over. She claws her way upright again using the back of Aegonās chair. āUmā¦I was thinkingā¦ā
āWhat?ā Aegon asks, annoyed, avoidant. If theyāve ever been happy, it was a transient epoch that came and went long before you joined the family. It was before the asteroid killed the dinosaurs.
āWe should go back to Mykonos. We had such a nice time in Mykonos. Didnāt we? Didnāt we just adore Mykonos?ā
Aegon sighs, glowering out over the ocean. āYeah, we sure did. Ten years ago.ā
āExactly!ā Mimi gushes, oblivious. āWhen can we go? Next week? Letās go next week.ā
āMimi, you and the kids will be in Washington, remember?ā Aemond says. Alicent will have to be her handler; usually itās your job to make sure Mimi is ready for photos, eats enough to stay conscious, doesnāt trip over her own feet, doesnāt talk too much to the press.
āWashington?ā Like sheās never heard of it.
āThe state. Not the city. For the convention.ā
āOh right. Right.ā She gulps her Gimlet. You could set your watch by Mimiās drinking. Tipsy by lunch, drunk at dinner, crawling on the floor chasing the dogs around by 8 p.m. The Targaryens keep a drove of Alopekis, small and white and foxlike. āWellā¦maybe some other time.ā
āAfter the election,ā Aemond says with an abiding, encouraging smile. He tolerates Mimi because he needs her: happy wholesome family, American Dream. Down at the waterās edge, the nannies are giving towels to Fosco and the children as they scamper out of the frothing waves, Mimiās five and Helaenaās three: Daphne, Neaeraāno one can ever seem to spell her name correctly, least of all the six-year-old girl herselfāand Evangelos.
Mimi departs, on the hunt for a fresh Gimlet. Aegon reaches into the pocket of his swim trunksāHawaiian print, royal blueāand pulls out a joint and a Zippo. He sticks the joint between his teeth and goes to light it.
āNo,ā Aemond says immediately, yanking the joint out of Aegonās mouth and stomping it into the earth. Then he points down the beach towards the sand dunes. āYou know journalists will sneak around trying to get photos. You know weāre never truly alone out here.ā
āThey canāt tell what Iām smoking!ā
āDonāt argue with me.ā
āYou know there are teenagers getting their limbs blown off in Vietnam right now? I think society has bigger problems than me smoking grass.ā
āAnd yet to solve those bigger problems, I have to win in November. And the suburban housewives will not vote for me if they think I support legalizing marijuana. Trust me, I know. Iāve met them.ā
āI wouldnāt want those peopleās votes,ā Aegon says derisively.
āYouād rather Nixon get them?ā
Aegon doesnāt have a speedy rebuttal this time. He contemplates the Atlantic Ocean, the wind tearing at his hair.
āItās hot as hell,ā Aemond says to you, gathering up the newspapers heās been leafing through, never not thinking about the election, never not strategizing. āCome on. Letās go inside.ā
As you accompany Aemond towards the main houseāand of course you follow him, always, anywhereāAlicent waves you over to where she and Viserys are sitting to wish you a happy birthday again. From this vantage point, you can just barely spot Otto and Helaena strolling through her garden, a jungle of butterfly bushes and herbs. The stricken Targaryen patriarch beams at the swell of your belly. Viserys likes you, you are his favorite daughter-in-law, though perhaps this is not so lofty an achievement. Moreover, he likes that you are carrying the child of his decent son. Aemond has already decided on the babyās name: Aristos Apollo. If it is in fact a boy, you suppose youāll call him Ari, but he doesnāt feel real to you yet. He belongs to Aemond, to the Targaryens, to the nation, but not quite to you. He is more myth than flesh.
āNothing is more precious than children,ā Viserys tells Aemond, raspy and frail. āI would have had at least five more if I could.ā Alicent bows her head, an acknowledgement of her failure in this regard. Viserys expects it. You and Aemond politely avert your gazes.
āThank God for this baby,ā Alicent says. āAfter the year weāve had? That the whole world has had? We all need something to be grateful for.ā
āYes,ā Aemond agrees, smiling. It must be the promise of a son that has made his maiming go down smoother, and maybe it is his soaring poll numbers too, and maybe it is gratitude that he escaped with his life, and maybe it is even the fact that he has you.
But long after dusk when youāre getting ready for bedāslathering yourself in Jergens, stepping into your chiffon nightgownāas you pass through the sliver of light pouring out of the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of something that stops you. Aemond is standing in front of the mirror with his hands on the rim of the sink, his eyepatch slung over the towel rack, his voided eye socket exposed and gory and irreparably wounded. Thereās something in his scarred face that you canāt recall ever seeing before. There is a seething, secret, animal rage. There is fury for everyone who has ever denied him anything.
You remember who you were before you met Aemond at the Rainbow Room in Manhattan at a party you were almost not illustrious enough to attend. You wore your hair long and loose, you downed shots, you smoked, you swore, you slept through class almost every Monday; and then you packed all of this away in your allegorical attic and became someone who could stand beside a senator, and then a candidate, and then a president, someone who could tip the scales of fate.
And you think as you lurk unnoticed in the doorway: Maybe heās been hiding parts of himself too.
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July 10th, 10 a.m. Heās snoring on a couch in the living room, the one patterned with sailboats. Heās hugging his acoustic guitar like a child clinging to a teddy bear. Sometimes he plays it for the kids: Get Rhythm, Twist And Shout, Stand By Me, You Canāt Hurry Love. Thatās about the extent of his involvement in their lives. He has a law degree from Columbia that his father bought for him. Aside from a brief and disastrous stint as the mayor of Trenton, he has never been gainfully employed. You pour the cupful of ice cubes you collected from the freezer all over his bare chest.
āWhat the fuck!ā Aegon screams as he startles awake. āWhat is wrong with you?!ā
āThe guests are arriving in two hours. And youāre going to help me host.ā
āIām not slobbering at the feet of those manicured elitists.ā
āItās easy to say āvive la rĆ©volutionā from your familyās mansion that you reside in as a professional failure.ā
āYeah, youāre right, Iām so worthless. If only I spent more time hosting tea parties.ā
āI canāt small talk with governors and congressmen, so I have to charm their wives instead. Thatās how it works, you idiot.ā
Aegon rolls off the couch and rubs his forehead, wincing, hungover. In the dining room, Eudoxia is readying cups and plates, polishing silverware, folding napkins. The caterers will be here soon, and there are also three dishes that you made yourself: stafidopsomo, a bread with raisins and cinnamon; rizogalo, Greek-style rice pudding; and baklava you spent hours chopping walnuts for. At least one show of domestic prowess is an expectation, two is impressive, three is above and beyond, something for the other political wives to chatter about. You know the importance of making a good impression on them. They are as much a part of their husbandsā careers as the speech writers, communication directors, fundraisers. āI need a Bloody Mary,ā Aegon groans.
āYou need to pull your goddamn weight. Everyone else is working to get Aemond elected. Your five-year-old kid is out on the campaign trail and you canāt walk around with a tray of hummus and mini spanakopitas? Are you serious?ā
āIām dead serious,ā he says, standing with some difficulty and then shoving by you. āFuck off, Miss America.ā
āAegon!ā
But heās padding off towards the kitchen with his bare feet, tiki print boxer shorts, bedraggled hair. You follow after him in your spotless white heels and sundress patterned with common blue violets. Your earrings are pearls. Youāve wrangled your hair into a tidy French twist. Aegon is getting a pitcher of tomato juice out of the refrigerator, a bottle of vodka from a cardboard Apple Jacks box. He keeps booze and pills hidden everywhere; youāre always stumbling across his caches.
You open your mouth to unleash something hurtful, something hateful, but then you feel the cold flare of liquid on your thighs as the ocean breeze gusts in through the windows. My dress, you think, alarmed. What did I spill on it? One of the ice cubes you threw at Aegon must have caught on the skirt somehow and melted. Thatās your first guess, and it is welcome; water doesnāt stain, and you arenāt sure if you have another outfit that is both formal enough and will still fit you. But when you reach down to touch your legānow the liquid reaches your kneesāyour hand comes away red.
You look up at Aegon. Heās staring back at you, thunderstruck, horrified. His Bloody Mary ingredients are now forgotten on the countertop. He shouts for the housekeeper: āDoxie?!ā
There is indistinct, cantankerous Greek grumbling in return.
āDoxie! Call an ambulance!ā
āI donāt understand,ā you say to Aegon, bright clotless blood dyeing the whirls of your fingerprints. I ruined my dress, you think nonsensically. āIt doesnāt hurt. Shouldnāt it hurt?ā
āDonāt move, donāt do anything, just wait for the paramedics.ā
But the edges of your vision are going dark and hazy, and the room spins like a flipped coin. Your knees and ankles fold, bones turned to paper. As you drop, Aegon dives for you. You clutch at him, but thereās nothing to grab onto, no suit jacket, no tie, only skin that glows with sunburn. āIf I donāt wake up, tell Aemondāā
āYouāre not dying, bitch. My luckās not that good.ā
But his eyes are panicked; and they are the last thing you see before you black out.
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Arteries of cement, bones like lead, heavy eyelids opening to reveal strange white walls.
Am I dead?
But no: you hurt all over. Heaven isnāt supposed to hurt. There are needles pierced through the backs of your hands, a splitting rawness in your throat.
Was I intubated? Did I have surgeryā¦?
You try to sit up. The pain is blinding; the severed and sutured latticework of your abdominal muscles is a pit of glass. You gasp, moan plaintively, fumble for the nurse call button on the wooden nightstand.
āWill you stop moving?ā Aegon says as he walks into the room. Heās slurping on a straw that pokes out from a Dairy Queen cup. The fluid inside is clumpy and red. Instantly, you think of blood, and a wave of nausea punches through the shredded gore that was once your belly. Aegon flops down into the salmon pink armchair beside the bed and props his combat boots up on the ottoman. āThey sliced you up like the Black Dahlia. Youāre gonna rip your stitches.ā
āThey did a c-sectionā¦?ā
āYeah, you had some kind of uterusā¦thing. I donāt remember.ā
The baby?? Is the baby alright?? āAn abruption?ā
More slurping. āNoā¦I think it started with a P.ā
āPrevia?ā
āYeah, that one.ā
You remember waking up a few times: on the kitchen floor as men were lifting you, in an ambulance as the siren shrieked. Someone said you were being taken to Mount Sinai in Manhattan. And that makes sense, that would have been Cristonās plan. Mount Sinai is one of the best hospitals in the country. You look around the room for a bassinet or a crib. Instead you see a wheelchair and a myriad of flower bouquets; word has already gotten out, and so the customary well wishes are pouring in. Lady Bird Johnson sent bluebonnets, the state flower of Texas; Abigail McCarthy sent lilies of the valley; Muriel Humphrey sent roses, traditional, safe, uninspiring; Pat Nixon sent blood orange gladioli. Mrs. Wallace, newly deceased, neglected to call a florist. āWhereās the baby?ā
āHeās fine. Heās downstairs in an incubator.ā
Ari, you think, though he still doesnāt seem real yet. āWhatā¦?ā
āHis lungs are underdeveloped. But the doctors think heāll be alright. You want a Mr. Misty? Thereās a Dairy Queen like two blocks from here.ā
āNo, I donāt want a Mr. Misty,ā you say, incredulous. āI want to see the baby.ā
āWell they canāt move him and they canāt move you, so youāll have to wait.ā
āIām going to see himāā You swing your feet off the bed and feel daggers, fire, a splintering like someone has taken a hammer to your bones. You almost scream; it takes everything in you to choke it down and only gasp as your flesh becomes an inferno. I want a joint, you think randomly, an urge youād believed you had exorcised from yourself, an archaic relic of a past life.
āTold you,ā Aegon says smugly.
You lie panting, helpless, glancing at the phone on the nightstand. āAemond knows?ā
āOh yeah, Iāve called everyone. He knows.ā
āGood. So heāll be here soon.ā
āSure,ā Aegon says, perhaps a tad noncommittally.
āOkay.ā Youāre still trying to catch your breath. Tacoma is a six hour flight away. Even if Aemond doesnāt leave until morning, heāll be here by sundown tomorrow. āYou can go now.ā
āGo?!ā Aegon exclaims, then laughs, one of his reckless, taunting cackles. āOh no. Iām not going anywhere.ā
āYou definitely are.ā
āNo, Iām not,ā he insists, grinning. āFor once in my life, Iām the person whoās exactly where heās supposed to be. Iām the honorable one. The sacred heir of the favorite son has just been born, and the blessed mother has been sawed in half like Saint Simon the Zealot, and where is Aemond? Where is literally everyone else? Across the continent shaking hands and forcing smiles to win him the great state of Washington. Iām not going home. Iām collecting every second I spend here like coins from a slot machine. I won the jackpot, babe. No one is ever going to be able to call me the family fuckup after this.ā
The pain is horrible, insurmountable; you canāt think through it. You close your eyes and try not to sob, to wail, to split yourself open in body and soul. I canāt let him see me break down.
āWhatās up?ā Aegon asks. āWhatās wrong with you?ā
āI want a Mr. Misty. Go get me a Mr. Misty.ā
āOkay,ā Aegon says doubtfully. āWhat flavor?ā
āI donāt care. Not red.ā
āThey have orange, lemon-lime, grapeāā
āJust pick one!ā you shout, tears brimming in your eyes. Get out, get out, get out.
āCalm down, psycho!ā he yells back, heading for the door.
As soon as he crosses the threshold, you snatch the call button off the nightstand and press it frantically until a nurse arrives. You get more morphine and sink into a stillness like deep water, down, down, down.
~~~~~~~~~~
Itās dark outside, stars and a crescent moon. On the television is grainy footage from the Battle of Khe Sanh. American soldiers younger than you are dragging their wounded brethren to a Chinook helicopter for evacuation: bandages, burns, missing limbs and faces. Aegon had dozed off in his chairāassisted by an ample amount of Vicodin, surelyābut is stirring awake now. He blinks groggily at the screen.
āItās so fucking awful,ā you say, and Aegonās eyebrows shoot up; itās the first time youāve ever sworn in front of him. You trained yourself to stop when you met Aemond. ā30,000 Americans dead, God knows how many Vietnamese peasants, Buddhist monks setting themselves on fire, and for what? So we can say we did everything we could to stop communism? So we can humiliate the Russians? There is no liberation of Vietnam. All weāre doing is making those people hate us. And weāre destroying ourselves too.ā
āI didnāt know you cared about the war.ā
You look at him, mystified. āEverything I do is about the war.ā
āBut you never really talk about it.ā Aegon yawns and stretches, reaching up towards the ceiling. āYou talk about Chanel dresses and tea parties.ā
āWell yeah, because itāsā¦itās unseemly, I guess. For me to speak on the war. Me specifically.ā
He snorts. āBecause youāre a woman? Who told you that? Aemond?ā
You hesitate, watching the television again. Now there are napalm bombs incinerating villages and rice paddies. āI had a boyfriend before Aemond, you know.ā
āWhat, in kindergarten? Chasing each other around the playground? Illicit snuggles beneath the slide?ā
You chuckle, shaking your head. āA real boyfriend.ā
āNo way. You did not.ā
āI did,ā you insist, smiling a little. āWe met at a party my freshman year of college. He was at NYU studyingā¦oh, I always forgot, that was one of our jokes. It was either archaeology or anthropology. I actually thought I was going to marry him for a minute there.ā
āScandalous.ā Aegon is gazing at you with his murky blue eyes, grinning, playful. āWhat happened?ā
āHe had a moral crisis about poor kids getting shipped off to Vietnam to be slaughtered while he was tucked safely away in his ivory tower. So he enlisted, and honestly it was shocking how quickly I started to forget about him. We exchanged a few letters, it didnāt last long, I think he was forgetting about me too. But he ended up getting killed in action in October, 1965. His old roommate told me.ā
Now Aegon is thoughtful. His crooked grin dies. āIām sorry.ā
āItās his parents I feel bad for. He was an only child. I heard his father drank himself to death.ā
āYouāve been carrying a story like that around with you and you never used it? Not in an interview or an article, not at one of your asinine little tea parties?ā
āI canāt,ā you confess. āAemond doesnāt want me to. He doesnāt like to be reminded aboutā¦you know. That there was someone else before.ā
Aegon throws his head back and cackles, combing his fingers through his disheveled blonde hair. āAs if Aemond was a virgin when you met him.ā
But itās not the same. It isnāt to Aemond, and it wouldnāt be to the rest of the world either. It is your eternal disgrace. It is something you will be expected to atone for until youāre in the grave. āGive me a joint.ā
Aegon is amazed. āWhat?ā
āI know you have some, you always do. I want one. Give it to me.ā
āYou smoke grass?ā
āI used to. Then I gave it up. But Iām making an exception.ā
He gawks at you for a while, then slips a joint out of one of the front pockets of his green army jacket. He places it between his lips, lights it with his little chrome Zippo, and inhales deep and slow. Then he offers it to you.
āI donāt want herpes.ā
Aegon laughs. āI donāt have herpes. I swear.ā
āNot yet, maybe. Give it time.ā
āAre you gonna smoke or not?ā
You take the joint and fill your lungs with earth, floral notes, a tinge of spice. Itās been years, but it comes rushing back in an instant as the high hits your bloodstream: calm quiet weightlessness, a sense of wellbeing that fills the honeycomb hollows of your bones. āI need to see the baby.ā
Aegon stalls. āThe doctors were really insistent that you stay here.ā
āAnd all the sudden you care about rules.ā
He considers this, drumming his palms on his thighs. His jeans are ripped; heās biting his lower lip. Then abruptly, he stands. āAlright.ā He grabs the wheelchair and pushes it up against the bed. āLetās go.ā
You take another drag and then discard the joint in your empty Dairy Queen cup. You throw off your blanket and try to touch your bare feet to the cool linoleum floor. It hurts, it feels like razor blades, but you keep going. Then you remember you still have one IV in the back of your left hand. āWait, how am I going toā¦?ā
āYouāre in luck. I am well-versed in needles.ā Aegon holds out a palm. Nervously, you give him your hand. He peels off the medical tape, takes a moment to examine the vein, then slides out the needle so smoothly you donāt feel it at all; it barely even bleeds. He balls up a Kleenex from the box on your nightstand and secures it to the wound with the same strip of tape. āYouāre welcome.ā
āJunkie.ā You try to lower yourself into the wheelchair and a yelp rips from your throat.
āOh, this is pathetic,ā Aegon says, but not quite unkindly. āHere.ā He leans down in front of you. Too desperate to be prideful, you link your arms around the back of his neck. Aegonās shaggy blonde hair tickles your cheek; his hands skim gingerly to settle on your waist, steadying you without too much pressure. He helps you into the wheelchair, where you collapse gasping and sweating bullets.
āIf you ever mention this again, I will guillotine you.ā
He winks. āRelax, little Io. I never kiss and tell.ā
āIād assume youāre usually too plastered to remember the details.ā
āBe nice. I could roll you down a staircase.ā But he doesnāt; he rolls you into the hallway instead.
The lights in the corridor are dim for night, for dreams. You see a few nurses shuttling in and out of other rooms from a distance, but none seem to notice you and Aegon. He steers the wheelchair into the elevator and you ride it down two floors, then cross another hallway and pass through a set of doors. There must be a dozen incubators, half of them occupied. The nurse on dutyācurrently cradling a tiny infant in her arms, a girl judging by the pink hat, and feeding her from a bottle of formulaāgapes at you.
āMaāam? You arenāt supposed to beāā
āShut up,ā Aegon tells her, and the nurse doesnāt say another word.
Aegon pushes the wheelchair down the line of incubators until you reach the one with a name card labelled Targaryen, Aristos Apollo. And there he is: unmistakably fragile, impossibly small, blue veins like a roadmap beneath translucent skin, tangled in tubes and wires. In his sleeping face you donāt see Aemond or even yourself, but rather an inexplicable familiarity. You feel like youāve met him before. You feel like youāve known him all your life.
You press your hand to the clear, domed wall of the incubator; shadows in the shape of your outstretched fingers fall over Ariās face. āHeās real.ā
āOf course he is.ā Aegon is watching you; you can see him on the periphery of your vision, a blur of blonde hair and high cheekbones. When you turn to him, he immediately looks away.
āWhat?ā you ask.
āNothing.ā But his voice is distracted, bewildered, like someone fumbling for a light switch in a dark room.
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What will your family think about your FS?
Pile 1 -> Pile 2
Pile 3 -> Pile 4
Pile 1
Pile 1, your family will think your future spouse is a great addition to the family and that you guys are a perfect matchš You might have similar backgrounds or share a bunch of common marriage and commitment goals, and your family will be excited that you found someone who gets you and also shares your values and interests. They'll see this person as super engaging and fun to chat with, so expect lots of lively convos at family dinners and gatherings right from the jump. For some, your spouse won't hold back on some playful teasing or friendly debates to keep things exciting and your family will find this absolutely adorable, especially your parents, as they'll think you and your spouse are a blast to have around.
Your family probably knows that you've been patiently waiting for the right person to come along, and when they meet your future spouse, they'll instantly know you've hit the jackpotšÆ. They'll see how kind, generous, and fair this person is with you, and it'll make them fall head over heels for them. They might even become the family favoriteš But don't worry, it's only because they love seeing how much this person loves you and will want to welcome them with open arms. Whoever they are, your family and close friends will give them their stamp of approvalšÆ
Pile 2
Pile 2, your family might be super protective of you, so for many of you it might take them a bit of time to warm up to your future spouse. But once they get to know them like you do, their opinions will quickly changeš„° They'll also see how hard your partner works to give you a solid foundation and a happy, stable home life and they'll think they're not only a great partner but also an amazing provider. Most importantly, your family will notice how happy your spouse makes you, which is a big deal, especially for your parents. Some of you might be the youngest or the baby of the familyš¼, so your parents and siblings are still used to looking out for you and making sure you're happy, safe and protected.
Pile 2, your future spouse might also have a demanding job or a career that involves lots of travel or possible relocation, and I see that some of you may end up moving away soon after your weddingāļø. This might be hard on your family at first, but eventually they will come around and accept that you now have your own life. Either way, they'll be happy to know that you and your spouse are in this together for the long haul and they'll ultimately wish you the best on your new chapter, no matter where it takes you. Pile 2, your family will think your future spouse is a perfect match for you and a wonderful new addition to the familyš”
Pile 3
Pile 3, your future partner might have been previously married šand might even have children with their ex. If that's the case, your family will think highly of them for being an involved parent regardless of the circumstances surrounding the divorce. Your future spouse might also be self-employed and doing well for themselves, which your family will both admire and respect. Theyāll see them as a leader with their priorities straight, who will prioritize caring for and providing for you unconditionally. I feel that some of you might come from a wealthy background or have parents who view marriage as more of a business decision than a purely emotional one, so they'll want you to be with someone who can maintain or even upgrade your current lifestyleš
, which is what they feel your spouse will do.
Pile 3, your family will also see your future spouse as someone who is gentle, mature, calm, and nurturing towards you. Theyāll see that this person has learned a lot from their past mistakes and will feel they are determined to do things differently with you. Your family will also recognize your spouseās passion for you and your relationship and how much they inspire you to chase after your dreamsš. Theyāll see that your partner is a positive influence on you and will be happy to see both of you working hard to make your marriage successful and abundantš°šø. Pile 3, your family will wholeheartedly approve of your future spouse!
Pile 4
Pile 4, you might end up marrying someone you've known since you were kids or someone you briefly dated or hooked up with in the past. And shortly after you reconnect, you both might decide to run away and get marriedš, which might initially worry some people in your family.Ā They could think that things are moving too fast or that your relationship is solely based on passion, physical intimacy and an intense infatuationā¤ļøāš„ However, as they get to know your spouse they will come to understand why you chose to marry them on such a whim.
Pile 4, your family will also see your spouse as someone who is outgoing, friendly, passionate, creative, and a bit mischievous in a good wayš. And for some, your spouse's carefree attitude will inspire them to embrace the fun side of life whenever he or she is around. Many will consider your spouse a breath of fresh air, but they will also see them as someone who is grounded and fully committed to making your relationship work which will win over anyone who may still be on the fence. Pile 4, it's possible that your future spouse may have a child from a previous relationship, or you might announce a pregnancy soon after getting married which will bring happiness and celebration to everyone involvedš Overall, your family will be thrilled that you've found the right person for you, no matter how it all came together.
Thanks for reading š®āØ
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Ner Cyar'ika Baar'ur
Secret Santa Event by @pedrostories
My giftee: @taro-666
Pairing: Din D'jarin x F!Medic!Reader (use of Y/N).
Summary: Working for the Mandalorian as his personal medic, it has become apart of the daily routine to battle against people who threaten his safety, or yours. You're apart of the chaos that comes with the bounty hunting life, but how does one particular quarry change everything between you and Din D'jarin?
WC: 8k
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Fic is set in season one, between episode one to three. Slight changes in the storyline from the TV show. Cursing. Use of Mando'a (with translations). Friends to Lovers. Mutual Pining. Violence and Injury. Angst with a happy ending. Smut. Mentions of wet dreams. Unprotected PIV. Praise kink. Fluff.
AN: Taro! Omg, I've been so excited to share this story with you and to finally come off anon. Hey friend! š I hope you enjoy the read, my love ā¤ļø.
@supernaturalgirl20 Thank you so much for the beta, beautiful! You're a star š„°.
There arenāt a lot of things that surprise you these days as a trained medic; youāve been through a lot and have seen nearly twice as much.Ā Having said that, itās almost as if youāve grown used to the mayhem that comes with treating the sick and the wounded because of your line of work.
For instance, it doesnāt surprise you anymore when your boss requires your medical assistance considering he is actually in need of your assistance quite often, and itās the very reason he hired you in the first place.Ā
The Mandalorian is your boss, or Mando as he is known to some, and his involvement in the bounty hunting business was never in your interest at first - your a healer, not a fighter - but where there is a fight, there is almost always a need for someone to be patched up afterwards.Ā
Thereās never a dull moment working with the Mandalorian, his daily life is mayhem, more so in the last several weeks since his workload has been busier than usual and seeing that youāve already adapted to the chaos around treating the sick and wounded, especially on war-torn planets, you quickly adopted his chaotic lifestyle as well.
There wasnāt much difference truthfully, only that you were treating one patient instead of several a day, and rather than coming to you for medical treatment, Mando offered you to move into his ship as an alternative. You didnāt oppose the idea and accepted his offer, not only because the pay is better, but the company is welcome too.
As well as this, you didnāt mind moving into Mandoās ship because he used to visit you regularly for medical attention back on Nevarro. That's where The Bounty Hunterās Guild is situated, itās their home base, and although you only stayed in the city for seven months, you didnāt particularly enjoy your time on the volcanic planet. Itās a world of black sand, rocky terrain, and rivers flowing with lava instead of water. Ā
While it was beautiful to gaze upon at night, it was also deadly as the Reptavion's used the darkness to their advantage, hunting anything it could carry before taking flight. Nevarro provided work opportunities and credits, but it wasnāt a place to call home.
However, the volcanic planet is where you met Mando for the very first time. During the months you were staying in the city, you were working in a small medical clinic, and there were plenty more suitable facilities for the man to visit, but he chose your place of work instead.
At first, you assumed it was for discretion as the clinic's unspoken rule was āask no question, hear no liesā, but sometimes he would come to see you with minor injuries that could be treated by his own hands, thus leading you to believe that he was interested in more than just your help.Ā Besides, you enjoyed the man's company when he would come to visit you. He wasnāt much of a talker back then, but as time passed, he gradually opened up.
Moving into the man's ship brought you closer to each other. You became his partner more than his employee, and you love your job because it simply doesnāt feel like a job. It feels like you're working with a trusted friend, sharing the riches and helping each other out.
Whether or not he was actually in need of your service back on Nevarro doesnāt matter. What matters is that he saw an opportunity with your skills and presented a deal to make your working life better - which it has.
Ever since you moved in with him, your life has become better in so many ways; you now have a place to call home, and you have a friend you can rely on without the niggling doubt of betrayal in the back of your mind.Ā
Since you were always on the move before, you adopted a cautious nature with everyone regarding every little detail in your life. You never did fully trust people, but you do with Mando. Things are different with him, and one of the many reasons why it's different with him is because you know the man underneath the beskar.Ā
Many people have heard of Mando. Theyāve heard the stories about his reputation in the Bounty Hunters Guild, about how he is the best in the parsec, but his past and identity remain a mystery. Even to you, to some extent, but youāve heard the stories too, heard āwarriorā in the whispers and itās true. He is a fine warrior, one that fights with grace and loyalty to the cause. His cause; his culture and his religion - the way of Mandalore.Ā
While many call him Mando, or the Mandalorian in the Guild, you know him as Din Dājarin. You have not yet had the pleasure to see his identity, but hopefully one day you will have that pleasure and the honour. These are just some of the many reasons why you love your job, but to put it simply; itās because of Din.Ā
Since there arenāt a lot of things that surprise you anymore in your line of work and partnership with the man, that doesnāt mean thereās nothing that surprises you. Take these last few days for example, it started off with the same regular chaos, but eventually became something youāre not familiar with.Ā
The loading bay of the Razor Crest is almost packed full of quarries, frozen solid in the carbonite blocks with one more space remaining for the Mythrol. You helped Din as far as your abilities could, and since the tracking fob for the Mythrol led him to a public house on the icy planet, Pagadon, you stayed back on the ship and waited for his return.Ā
And of course, it came as no shock when Din returned with the Mythrol, thankfully without any injuries, but the blue-skinned man tried to pull a fast one. However, it wasnāt fast enough as the Mandalorian was two steps ahead of the trickery. He always is.
Still, just like the normalities in the bounty hunting life, you made your way back to Nevarro and met with Greef Karga in the cantina to offload the carbonite blocks, receive your payments and gather more tracking fobs leading to more quarries.
The surprise began when the words āoff the booksā were uttered by Greef himself and from the moment Din took his next job, you had mixed feelings. There was no chain code on the quarry, all you had was their age. Then, Din wouldnāt allow you to accompany him when meeting the client and the very fact he was protective of you in that sense, made you worry about their business.Ā
In the Guild, itās common knowledge that you donāt ask questions about the criminals you hunt. You just get the job done and let the proper authorities serve justice, but something was gnawing at your gut. As the day went on and the chaos continued, the doubts slowly began to fade as you settled back into normality.Ā
The tracking fob led you to a desert planet, Arvala-7, where you met with a kind man named Kuiil working on a moisture farm. It was especially fun watching Din trying to mount the Blurrg and learn to ride them, but you, too, had to learn in order to join his travels to the Nikto Hideout - where the quarry was.Ā
By the afternoon, you and Din had mastered the art of riding the creatures and you set off to capture the quarry. Just like any other day in the bounty hunting life, there was nothing surprising or out of the ordinary. You worked together like you always do and after leaving you at a safe distance away from the hideout, Din moved forward on his own.Ā
As battle ensued, you watched from afar and used comms to help the man out. He fought magnificently. More often than not, his skills leave you awestruck. Mesmerized. You prepared yourself and stocked up on the medical supplies before leaving the moisture farm earlier, but remained hopeful that there wasnāt a need for them.Ā
When the fight was over, the enemy threats were eliminated and Din was unharmed, you made your way to him and entered the hideout together to find the quarry, but when you first laid your eyes on the target, that unsettled feeling returned to your gut. It was an infant baby, a little green baby with big ears and the cutest eyes youāve ever seen.Ā
Although you remembered that you donāt ask questions in the Guild about the quarries, you couldnāt help wondering, and worrying, about what the client wants with the child. It couldnāt be anything good if Din didnāt want you present in the meeting with them on Nevarro.
You had many doubts and suspicions, so many that you couldnāt find a single rational explanation as to why a baby had a bounty on its head.Ā Naturally, you asked Din all of the questions you had, but he didnāt have any answers.
Now, as you both make your way back to the Razor Crest with the baby through the mountainous canyons of Arvala-7, you still canāt shake off the nerves around this whole ordeal.Ā Din is many things; a fine warrior in battle, a man of few words, emotionally shielded and well guarded, cold and merciless to those who threaten his safety, or yours, but careless? No, never.
The man isnāt careless. He cares greatly, and deeply, and he, too, knows that something is off about this job. Youāve known Din Dājarin for the last two years and you can sense when the man is nervous. Heās quiet, too quiet, and you donāt like when his mind is on overdrive because if he is worried about this job, then you should be fearful.Ā
āAlright. What is it?ā You finally break the silence to ask, eager to make sense of his sudden edgy state of mind. Halting your walk and turning to face him, you perch both hands to your hips and tilt your head to the side in question, adding emphasis to your desire for answers.Ā
The baby situated in his floating pod remains close by, right between you and Din as a matter of fact, and he looks up at you both with curiosity. You fight the urge to look at him, to avoid his influence on you as a woman with maternal instincts. The little guy's presence has undoubtedly caused a heavy bout of uncertainty over your heads, a little rift between you and Mando. Not something of the bad kind, but something unfamiliar and foreign. Heās a child, just an innocent baby, so itās a confusing and an extremely foreign feeling for you both to be transporting him like heās just another quarry when he isnāt like any other quarry youāve ever transported before.Ā
āDin, talk to me,ā You shake your head now, frustration evident in your tone, āWhat is it? Whatās got you nervous?ā You ask again, although the answer is obvious. Itās because of the baby and all the questions he has for the client, but you want to hear him say it.Ā
To hear Din himself say that something isnāt right will validate your reasons to be worried, but you were met with silence yet again. The man wasnāt even paying attention to you, he was too focused on the little lizards scurrying across the sand. āMando.ā Stepping forward and calling him the name that everyone else uses, that usually gets his attention, you open your mouth to speak but the words didnāt even make it past your lips as he shoved you back.Ā
You fell down and watched as he turned swiftly, gun in hand at the ready to shoot, but a blade whacked it out of his grasp, a blade wielded by a Trandoshan. You and Din both lock onto the tracking fob on his hip, the flashing red dot and audible beep familiar, before he then shoves the floating pod away, keeping the baby out of harm's reach. Thereās more than one tracking fob, therefore thereās more bounty hunters looking for the child. Bounty Hunters who are careless and donāt ask questions.Ā
Neither one of you can allow the baby to leave your sight or allow him to fall into the wrong hands, thus causing your legs to act before your mind can think. You quickly rise from the floor and move in to help Din wherever you can. He smites the Trandoshan and they tumble to the floor. Then, he takes the blade from him, before turning around to throw it toward you.
āStay with the baby.ā He orders firmly, and you listen to his instructions. Trusting his fighting skills better than your own, you take a few steps back and give him the space he needs to wield his weapons without hurting you.Ā
However, another Trandoshan jumps out of cover. āBehind you!ā You yell, giving Din a heads up just in time to evade the direction of a blade coming down in his path. The fight continues, and you take a few more steps back to look up, checking the surroundings to ensure there arenāt any more hunters hiding in the shadows. But there was. āAnother one, on your left.ā You call out. Again just in time as another Trandoshan jumps down from a ledge.Ā
With one enemy on the floor, but recovering quickly, the odds werenāt in Dinās favour. It wasnāt a fair fight, even though youāre pretty sure he can handle himself, you worry for his safety nonetheless. And although you're not a fighter, youāll be damned if you donāt try to help even out the odds against him.Ā
After checking that the baby was safe in his pod, you move toward the closest Trandoshan and raise your weapon. His back was turned, giving you the upper hand to land a blow without deadly consequence. Using the blunt side of the blade, you struck the back of his legs, causing him to stumble forward just at the right time for Din to throw his arms out and punch him in the face, knocking him unconscious as he fell to the floor.Ā
Now that the odds were evened out, you watched Dinās movements with laser-like focus and only intervened when you saw the right moment. You were sure he could handle himself, and you were right, but the element of surprise was the only advantage the Trandoshans had over him in the beginning. He fought the remaining two easily, eventually leaving all three unconscious and regretful for ever trying to take on a skilled Mandalorian.Ā
He turns to you, nodding appreciatively. āGood moves there, meshāla - thank you.āĀ
āDonāt mention it,ā You shake your head, āYou did all the heavy lifting. I was just lending a hand.ā You mumble with a sheepish grin on your lips.Ā
āBut I know how you donāt like to fight,ā He argues gently with a slight chuckle in his modulated voice. āYou fought with me. Accept my gratitude, sweet girl.āĀ
āOk, ok - youāre welcome, Din.ā Your smile deepens with flattery as he stands before you with what you can only describe as pride. It was the way he looked at you; his helmet slightly tilted to the side, displaying the reflection of your own face, and his hands resting on his hips with a puffed out chest.Ā
Since you canāt see the man's facial expression, all youāre left with his body language and tone of voice to understand how he feels. And right now, you not only feel a sense of pride from him, but a flicker of attraction too. Itās in the air. The chemistry, the spark, itās surrounding you both, and itās something you feel quite often, but never have the courage to act on.Ā
Youāre almost certain that the friendship between you and Din means something more, or at least, itās heading towards something more. But the intimate moments you share with each other, brief moments like this, make you wonder why he doesnāt make a move.
You donāt even have to see the man's face to know that heās eyeing you up and down.Ā Upon feeling him lean in, something youāve felt him do many times before, you muster up the courage to lean in as well.
However, the confidence escapes him at the last second and he pulls back, clearing his throat awkwardly. āWe should leave now, meshāla,ā He says, breaking the silence and just like that, the moment is over. ā We need to get back on track and complete the job.ā
What? You ask yourself as your mouth falls open and your eyes widen, exhibiting your shock and disbelief. After everything that has happened today, especially after a brawl against three Trandoshans, you're shocked that he is still going to hand the baby over to the client. Din picked up on your reaction instantly and straightened his back, as if preparing himself for a dispute.Ā
āExcuse me?ā You scoff, your cheeks burning up again for an entirely different reason now. It wasnāt flattery, or attraction, it was anger. āDin, you canāt be serious. We canāt hand the baby over to the client. Especially now that we know other hunters are after him too-ā You walk over to one of the Trandoshans laying on the ground and retrieve their tracking fob before presenting it to him, ā-The client gave you the job, but handed out more fobs? It doesn't feel right and you know it.āĀ
āCyarāika, please donāt do this.ā He sighs while running his gloved hand over the scruff of his neck, the pleadings in his voice for you to not argue about this falling on deaf ears. You are most certainly going to argue about this with him. You cross your arms and shake your head, like you had already settled the argument without even uttering another word. But, the dispute was nowhere near settled. āNeed I remind you of the code in the Guild?ā He asks with a bite to his tone of voice, āIf you donāt like this job, Iāll finish this one on my own.āĀ
āOn your own?ā You laugh humourlessly while waving the tracking fob. āGood luck with that when the whole Guild could have these! What happens if you get hurt? What then?ā Biting back with your own set of questions, you watch as the man huffs a short breath and turns away from you, evidently maddened with your bickering.Ā āDonāt turn away. Answer me -ā You give him a second to answer, but grow impatient as you're met with a lengthy silence once again. ā- What happens if you get hurt, Mando? You canāt do this alone.āĀ
Din turns to you now and stands close, his voice raised to a level that hurts. āI was doing just fine on my own two years ago, Y/N.ā Turning away again, as if he couldnāt stand another second looking at you or spend any more time arguing, it didnāt matter anyways as you had ultimately lost the dispute. You give him another second, another chance to make things right and take back what he said, but he doesnāt turn around or mutter a single word.Ā
āOkay then,ā You mumble, lowering your head, āAm I just the medic? Is that all I am to you?ā You ask, and still, the man doesnāt turn to face you or answer your question. The silence spoke for him and that was all you needed to know before turning around to walk away. You gave him plenty of chances to fix his mistake, but only until your back was turned did he try.Ā
āCyar'ika.ā He calls out for you, finally coming to his senses, but it wasnāt quick enough as you didnāt respond to him. You made your way towards the baby and the sound of your muffled cries made his head hang low with shame. No matter how quiet you tried to be, your cries were audible to his ears, enhanced by the mechanics in his helmet.Ā
Although you were quite visibly sad, he watched you put on a fake smile and talk to the baby like nothing was wrong. The warmness of your soul shone through the misery, causing the little guy to beam and babble baby nonsense. It was a sight so beautiful to witness, so beautiful that it was distracting.Ā
Din canāt allow himself to get too wrapped up in the emotions that the child brings. Itās conflicting, confusing andā¦Ā foreign. Heās never felt this way before. Never felt this way before with any woman around a child, but itās different with you and it clouds his mind, throws him off balance and disrupts his focus so much that he doesnāt pay attention to whatās most important right now. Like the danger lingering in the immediate surroundings.Ā
āY/N!ā The man calls to you again, his voice was laden with urgency. āBehind you! Y/N - behind you.ā Sprinting toward your position while swinging the strap of his amban rifle around his chest, Din takes aim at another Trandoshan and fires, obliterating the reptilian humanoid to a thousand dust particles.Ā
You fall down, your knees hitting the sandy terrain below as your pained cries penetrate the sound of his beating heart deafening his ears. You took a hit from the Trandoshan, his blade had cut through your clothes and marked your skin before he was blasted into organic matter.Ā
āMeshāla.ā He choked. Rushing over and kneeling on the ground behind you, he reaches out to hold your arms. The injury you sustained was across your back, diagonally, at least three inches long and almost half an inch deep. A clean cut, but angry red and weeping with blood. āEasy now, sweet girl. Youāre bleeding, just take it easy.ā He reassures you with a slight tremble in his tone, his worry for your well-being perceivable.Ā
āThe disinfectant,ā You hissed in reply whilst shaking your head, āGet the disinfectant. Itās in my satchel, Mando.ā Gently removing your satchel over your shoulder, he places the bag onto the floor and opens it up to search through your medical supplies. Supplies that are normally used for him. Thereās irony in the fact you became a medic to treat others, not yourself, and the man despises that his involvement in the bounty hunting business has caused you harm.Ā
And although he is helping to the best of his knowledge, youāre directing him on what to do. āOpen the cap and pour a generous amount over the wound.ā You explain, then grab his hand on your hip to hold onto for comfort. He begins to ask if youāre sure, but couldnāt even finish his sentence as your sobbing plea cut him off. āYes-yes! Just get it over with. Please, Din.āĀ
Listening to your instructions, he held his breath and prepared himself as he began dousing your back with disinfectant. You bawled with agony, your back arching away from him naturally with the instinct to stop the pain, but to his regret, he pulled you towards him and continued to pour. He clenches his jaw as you cry, his fingers almost turning blue from the force of your grip on his hand. āIām sorry.ā He apologizes, to which you donāt accept and stutter in reply. āThis isnāt y-your fault.āĀ
Releasing your hand to place his thumb and forefinger on your chin, he tilts your head to look at him before leaning in. āIām sorry, Y/N - for this, for yelling at you, for saying that I was doing just fine two years ago andā¦ and youāre not just a medic.āĀ He rests his helmet against your head and whispers, though his voice breaks with remorse. āYouāre so much more than that, meshāla. You mean so much to me.āĀ
āDin, I-ā You open your mouth to object, but he cuts you off by holding his thumb over your lips while shushing you. āDonāt speak and conserve your energy, weāll talk about it later. Just let me take care of you first.ā He says.Ā
āNo, Dinā¦ā You sigh, eyes blinking slowly while slurring your words. āI was goingā¦ going to say that Iā¦ I canāt keep my eyesā¦ I don't feel goodā¦āĀ Your body becomes limp as you fall into his arms. Your vision darkens quickly, and the last thing you saw before everything went black was the baby's eyes looking at you as he peaks over the pod.
The next time you awoke, it was a brief moment of consciousness.Ā The familiar sound of Dinās amban rifle could be heard as he fired off multiple rounds and your eyes glimmered open to see his legs, the bandolier of cartridges wrapped around his calf. You saw his gloved hand reaching for ammunition to load into his weapon and worried as to why he needed them.Ā
āItās ok. Everything is ok,ā he says upon noticing you were awake and were fighting to keep your eyes open. āWeāre safe here. Go back to sleep, cyarāika.āĀ
Eyes closing once again, you couldnāt keep them open no matter how hard you tried to, and his voice soon faded as you slipped into a deep slumber. The silence took over and, oddly, it felt comforting. Although it only felt like minutes had passed, you knew it must have been longer as your surroundings were different.Ā
There was no longer a warm breeze, but the cold presence of steel pressing into your side, and beneath you, it felt spongy and soft, thus indicating you were laying on a bed. The unmistakable sound of Kuiilās voice could be heard in the distance as he makes the baby laugh and you open your eyes to confirm your assumptions on your whereabouts, but are met with locks of brown hair instead.Ā
Itās Din. Heās the cold presence of steel pressing into your side as he sat on the edge of the bed and itās his hair that you were currently staring at with wide eyes. His back was turned, but you could still see the back of his head and instantly shut your eyes, fearing that if you spent one more second looking, you wouldnāt be able to turn away.Ā
āMando,ā You whisper immediately, panicking, then feel him moving around. āMando, why donāt you have your helmet on? Stars! I could have seen your face.ā
You begin to shift your position to turn away from him, but are reminded of the wound on your back. The pain struck you suddenly and harshly, causing Dinās hands to dart out to cover your eyes just in time as you opened them with instinct. He was gentle but quick.Ā āItās ok, meshāla. You canāt see, itās ok.ā He reassures you through the strained whimpers slipping past your lips.Ā
āWhere is your helmet?ā You ask, getting your teeth. You close your eyes again once the surge of pain passes over and the soothing properties of bacta gel takes over. You can feel the substance on your back, feel the stuff working to heal your injury. āMy eyes are closed now. Itās safe butā¦ Shit, Din. I saw your hair.ā You say apologetically.Ā
āItās fine, sweet girl.ā He chuckles softly, the sound making your mouth fall open with shock as you retort. āItās not funny. Iām not allowed to see you - or your hair! Whatā¦ W-what happens now?ā You ask, to which he laughs again and startles you unintentionally when reaching out to cup your cheek. You werenāt expecting to feel his gloved fingers on your skin, but you quickly leaned into his touch as his gesture brought consolation.Ā
āLook at me,ā He requests, āIt's safe to look, I promise.āĀ
Rolling your eyes behind closed lids, you make a surprised sound when he caresses your cheek with his thumb. Again, you werenāt expecting the comforting gesture, but deeply appreciated it. And whether or not it was the bacta gel or Din easing the discomfort in your back, you chose to believe it was the latter.
A short moment passes before you finally open your eyes and find relief in the T shape of his helmet. Although you would love nothing more than to see his identity, the face of his helmet is what you know, itās home. Your face softens as you relax into the palm of his hand, but the importance and worry around your question still lingers, thus causing you to ask again. āWhat happens now? I thought I wasnāt allowed to see you without the helmet, doesnāt that also mean I canāt see your hair?āĀ
āYou didnāt see my face, nor did you remove my helmet, meshāla,ā He shakes his head, his voice soft like honey, āItās okay and besides-ā He turns his head, displaying the brown locks of his hair at the base of his neck, ā-You can see my hair with the helmet on.āĀ
āOh,ā You whisper with intrigue, āSurprised I didnāt notice sooner, but your hair isā¦ā Lifting your hand with a desire to touch his hair, you back out at the last second and retract your arm, but Din felt your movements and quickly assured. āGo ahead. I trust you.āĀ
You reach out again and caress the base of his neck, your fingertips massaging his scalp which draws out the heaviest sounding exhale youāve ever heard from him; a sigh of relief, filled with endearment and relaxation. It was a gratifying feeling, seeing and hearing the man lean into your touch without fear of betrayal in this moment of vulnerability. Din is vulnerable at this moment, his guard is down and just the mere thought of removing his helmet sickens you. It never crosses your mind.Ā
āYour hair is beautiful, Din.ā You murmur sweetly, a smile on your lips displaying your satisfaction and joy from something so simple. The action of touching his hair which youād love to do again, to feel him melt in your arms like soft putty and feel a sense of home from your touch, like you feel a sense of home when looking into the T-shape of his visor.Ā
You gently squeeze the base of his neck, a way of reassuring him, before pulling your hand back, however, it was apparent that he wanted more as he sharply held your wrist and directed your hand back to his hair. āPlease?ā He asks in a whispered breath, hopeful and optimistic, desperate. āKeep playing with my hair, ner cyarāika.āĀ
You laugh, a mixture of surprise and confusion obvious in your tone. The difference in his pet name for you was confusing, and his request for you to continue playing with his hair was surprising. Though, you granted his request gladly and began playing with his hair. āWhat does cyarāika mean anyway?ā You ask, tilting your head with interest while wondering what faces he was making under the helmet from your massaging movements. āIs there a difference when you say ner cyarāika?ā
āYes.ā He groans in reply, the sound drawing out another laugh from your lips as your smile deepens. You open your mouth to ask another question, until he turns his head to face you and leans across your body. The pause in his manoeuvre speaks of hesitancy, unsure on whether or not you were comfortable with what was about to do.Ā
The question you had vanishes from your mind as you nod to the man, nodding with confirmation for him to lay down and rest his head in your arms. The bed in which you lay on didnāt feel small until Mando lay on it with you. Not that you minded anyway, but it really detailed the size and stature of the man, especially the broad expanse of his chest and back.Ā
He raised both hands to his helmet, and before he could even ask, you closed your eyes with baited breath as he removed it to optimize the comfiest position. The position he chose however, was burying his face between your neck and shoulder. You didn't release the breath you were holding, it was snatched from your lungs.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought this day would come, but doubt is what kept it at the back of your mind. You never entertained the idea of laying in bed with Mando too much as it felt like a pipe dream to have the man in your arms like this, and now that you do, it feels better than you ever could have imagined.
The pain in your back is practically non-existent now, almost as if you never even sustained an injury, and thatās because of his presence, his proximity and his comfort.Ā It wasnāt a struggle to keep your eyes closed as you basked in the sensation of him carefully laying his weight over you like this.
Something else youāve also thought about in the past, but tried not to think about too much, is Din laying over you for an entirely different reason. And perhaps itās because of the level of intimacy in this position that brings those thoughts back to the surface, or maybe it was the electrifying feeling of his lips pressed against your skin.Ā
The man wasnāt exactly kissing you per se, but the bare contact of his lips placed against your neck like this felt like a kiss. Besides, the vest shirt that you wore left a lot of skin on your chest on display, thus providing Din, and yourself, to relish in skin-to-skin contact.
You could feel his beard, it was a light amount of hair, grazing against you with every little movement of his head.Ā Soon, though, all of those little movements from Din became obvious that he was uncomfortable, as if he kept moving slightly to adjust his comfort.
āWant me to stop?ā You ask, wondering if he has had enough of you playing with his hair, but to your delight, he shook his head as he inhaled deeply. He smiles against your skin, thus piquing your interest. āWhat? What is it?ā You laugh bashfully.Ā
āYou smell good, ner cyarāika.ā He replies, nestling his nose into your neck to inhale the natural scent of you. The smile on your face is yet to fade, his actions are what keeps your lips turned upwards, that was until you felt something wet dart onto your skin. It was brief, too brief, but you felt it nonetheless.
It was Dinās tongue, and your smile disappears as you bite your lip, leaving a hankering desire to feel it again.Ā Your skin heats up beneath him as you entertain those thoughts about him lying over you like this for a different reason. You think about how youāve yearned for his gloved fingers to touch other areas of your body, and as well as wondering about his identity, youāve also wondered what he looks like nude. A mind is an imaginative place, and youāve imagined him naked more than once. You sigh softly with the ache between your legs, wishing Din to be the one who eases it.Ā
āMeshāla,ā He mumbles, grabbing your attention, and when you hum in reply to him, he asks: āIs everything ok? Your heart is racing -ā Your eyes spring open with worry, feeling like he could see your dirty thoughts, thus causing your heart to pound harder,Ā ā- Hey, hey, relax. I can move, am I making you uncomfortable?ā He asks, blaming himself for your panic. Although he is to blame, itās not for the reason he thinks.Ā
āNo, itās justā¦ā You falter with finding the right words, but the patience to wait for him any longer escapes you. āItās just that I felt your tongue on my neck and ifā¦ Stars, this is going to be embarrassing if Iām wrongā¦ and if you did it purposely, then I want to feel it again, butā¦ā You gulp, gathering your courage to admit your feelings, ā...But if it was just a mistake, then I think that we should maybe stop what weāre doing because Iām attracted to you Din.āĀ
āYou are?ā He asks, to which you reply firmly. āYes. Yes, I am.āĀ
āSoā¦ā He smiles, āYou like this?ā He asks before placing an open mouthed kiss to your neck, his tongue darting out onto your skin again, thus eliciting you to sigh breathily. āY-yes. Yes, I like that.ā Your eyes close naturally as he plants another kiss on your skin, still with a smile on his lips, as he begins to pant. āIām attracted to you too. Have been for a long time, ner cyarāika.āĀ
āOh, Din.ā You moan. With arousal and relief, his admission makes you moan, the sound acting as a catalyst as he moves down your body, his head disappearing under the covers eagerly to hear you moan again. āAre you able to lay on your back?ā You hear him ask, though his voice was muffled, you heard him clearly and nod frantically with excitement.
Shifting your position to accommodate him, you couldnāt feel the pain in your back anymore and slipped your hands beneath the covers, your fingers finding his hair with ease. āItās ok, Iām comfortable lying like this.ā You say while focusing on his every move with anticipation. You could feel his breath fanning across your lower stomach, his fingers hooked inside the waistband of your pants as he leans in to place another kiss on your skin.Ā
You lift your hips up with a silent request, one that he understood without a need for words, and begins pulling your pants down, along with your underwear. He leans in and presses his lips to your inner thigh, nipping a path toward your sex. You unintentionally begin gripping his hair by the handfuls, evidently desperate to feel his tongue delve into your slick folds. The man doesnāt waste time and gives in to his own desperation.Ā
āDin!ā You whine upon feeling the tip of his tongue meet your clit. He teases you at first, moving his tongue in a circular motion with a feather-light touch, the action making your hips lift off the bed to search for more. You feel him smiling against your inner thigh, clearly satisfied with your reactions, before he closes his lips around your sensitive bud and sucks gently.
You let go of his hair to hold the back of your palm over your mouth, quieting your mewls of pleasure to a respectable level.Ā Considering all the noises Din himself is making was driving you feral, it was a struggle to try and keep quiet. He sounded hungry, like a man starved for a taste of your sweetness right from the source, as if he had dreamed of this moment and was making the most of it now that itās a reality.
Your hands abandoned his hair to grip handfuls of the bed sheets instead, your back arching as you tilt your head to the side and bury your face into the pillow.Ā Your orgasm crept up on you, started off with a happy cramp in your stomach but quickly became bliss as he eased a finger inside your entrance, soothing the ache in your velvety walls. Din grunted heavily, needily, as he drank your desire.
He continued to flick his tongue against your clit while angling his finger into a come hither motion, caressing that sweet spot deep inside.Ā The stars behind your eyes and the goosebumps rippling across your body never felt so good before, especially from the simple act of receiving oral. Itās been a while, a long while, since youāve last felt the pleasurable touch of your own hands, let alone a man's pair of hands.
You needed this, needed to release all your pent up sexual energy, though it only made you insatiable for more. āDin,ā You call to him, calling on his help to your frustrations, āDin, I need you.āĀ
Suddenly, his hand emerges from the quilt, āHere,ā he says, handing you a blindfold. āPut this on for me, sweet girl.ā He asks, to which you oblige and pull the item over your eyes hastily. āReady - now get up here, I need to feel you.āĀ
Moving up your body without having to tell him twice, he travels slowly and plants kisses on your skin along the way, his smile never fading as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. āGarāre bid meshālaā¦ (youāre so beautiful).ā He growls wantonly, ā...Bid, bid meshāla (so, so beautiful).ā
āIām not sure what that means,ā You giggle, the smile on your lips as wide as ever, āBut I like the way you say it.ā You reach out carefully in search of his face, to which he helps by directing your hands, and once you feel him, you gasp. āStars! Youāre so beautiful,ā you whisper in awe as you trace the outline of his facial features, āYour lipsā¦ your cheekbonesā¦ noseā¦ jawlineā¦ everything about you is beautiful, Din.āĀ
āThank you, sweet girl.ā He breathes, eyes closing to relish in the soft touch of your palms cupping his cheeks. āIāll teach you Mandoāa and soon you will understand everything I say, but I said you were beautiful too. So beautiful.ā He explains, causing your cheeks to burn once again with flattery as you pull him closer. His lips press against yours with a bruising kiss, and you couldnāt help but moan because of the raw passion and loving desire to finally feel what youāve yearned for.Ā
Although there was a hint of desperation in his bid to remove your clothes, Din was gentle with his movements, gentle and respectful. You helped remove his clothes too, and with each inch of skin revealed, you marvelled at the bare touch of him pressing against you. Youāve seen areas of the man's skin before when taking care of his injuries, but never fully seen him naked.Ā
Using your sense of touch to see, you feel his body and drag your fingers along his chest, feeling the brute strength that he holds. The strength of a warrior. Between your legs, you feel his member pressing against your cunt and it was an impressive size. Aching to be buried in your warm. His breath bellowing across your face, hot and heavy, laden with the same sound of relief from earlier when you played with his hair as you admire his body now.Ā
āCyarāika.ā He groans. Placing his hands beside your head, you feel his body shudder with need, his hips rolling forward ever so slightly to ease the throb that burdens his cock. You slip your hands around the base of his neck, pulling him in to close the gap and kissing his lips whilst parting your legs. As he lines himself up at your entrance, your hands fall to his biceps, holding him tightly as you prepare from the breach.Ā
āNngh,ā you break off to moan, deeply and satisfyingly, āFuck, Din! Keep going.ā You lift your head off the pillow to kiss him again, letting him swallow all the little pretty noises you were making as he carefully buried himself to the hilt. Your walls opened up with ease, stretching to accommodate his size. āItās ok,ā You say, pleading for him to move. āIām ok.āĀ
āAre you sure, meshāla?ā He asks, to which you nod in reply. āWaited so long for this,ā pulling his hips back slowly, he grabs onto your thigh for leverage before burying himself into your cunt again. āDank Farrik!ā He grunts across your face, āSo warm and tight. Better than I imagined, sweet girl.āĀ
The sound of his filthy words made you mewl, having never heard the man speak this way before, you were surprised, yet growing more aroused and confident to be honest with him. āI used to thinkā¦ Shit!ā You stutter as he grinds into you, drawing out a moan from your lips, ā...I used to think about this. In the night, while you were sleeping in your bunk, Iād think about you making love to me.ā You admit.Ā
āOh fuck.ā Din gasps. Picking up his pace while resting his forehead against yours, his moans broken and breathless, his cock reaches a new depth inside your cunt, hitting that sweet spot inside over and over again. āIām so relieved to hear you say that,ā he says, āI took myself in hand many nights thinking about you." Ā
āFuck, fuck, fuck!ā You quickly warn upon feeling the peak of your climax racing toward you. āIām close. Stars! Iām so close. Keep talking to me.ā You cry, feeling yourself on the verge of tearing up from the intensity of your pleasure, but the sound of his voice keeps you tethered to the moment, preventing you from floating up to cloud nine.Ā
āI would dream about you often,ā He groans while holding the base of your neck, his thumbs dragging across your skin reassuringly, āWet dreams, meshāla. I felt so ashamed, butā¦ Fuck, they felt so good. Dreaming about you in my sleep felt so good.āĀ
āMoreā¦ Tell me more.ā You hiss. Wrapping your legs around his back and locking your ankles together, you feel his hips falter as he moans through gritted teeth. āYour pussy, nngh! Iād dream about your pussy wrapped around me, taking my load, meshāla. Again and again until you couldnāt hold any more and it dripped out of you. Fuck! Iām gonnaā¦ Shit, Y/N, Iām coming-ā He cuts himself off with a needy whine, throwing his head back with bliss as he feels you clenching around him.Ā
āI-Inside,ā You begged him, āPlease, Din. Come inside of me.ā The man couldnāt stop himself even if he tried to. You felt him reach climax, the warmth of his release spreading inside of you, coating your velvety walls as they pulsed around him, as if milking him of everything he could give. āMando. Fuuck, Mando!ā You mewled directly into his ear, your eyes screwed shut behind the blindfold as his orgasm pushed you over the edge.Ā
White static casted over your eyes as your ears ring loudly, your heart thrums in your chest as nothing but pleasure courses through your veins. You unintentionally dig your nails into his back, clawing at his skin as he reverts to a slow grind into your cunt, the movements pleasuring your clit and prolonging the ecstasy of your high. āThatās it, sweet girl. There you go.ā He praises you through it as he comes down from his orgasm, the sound of his voice overstimulating.Ā
Resting your head back against the pillow as you come down, breathing heavily, he plants loving kisses along your jawline and neck. āSo pretty like this.ā He whispers sweetly, his voice heavy with satisfaction as your hands find his face again. āAre you okay?ā He asks.Ā
āHowā¦ā Your voice croaks, āHow do you say happy in Mandoāa?āĀ
āBriikase,ā He chuckles, to which you reply with a smile. āWell, Iām briikase right now. Really briikase.āĀ
āMe too, cyarāika-ā He pauses to brush the hair away from your face, correcting himself. āNer cyarāika baarāur.ā You open your mouth to ask another question, to ask what difference in his pet names mean, but he leans in to catch your lips in a fervent kiss instead.Ā
Din pulls back, looking to where your eyes would be behind the blindfold while caressing your cheek. āNer cyarāika baarāur... my darling medic. Niām ori briikase as pirusti bal ni kar'taylir darasuum gar, meshāla... Iām very happy as well and I love you, beautiful.āĀ
You make a surprised sound when hearing some familiar words in his language and learning what they mean, that he has said them before in the past. āI love you too, Din.ā You say earnestly, the tears staining the fabric of his blindfold, which you now just realized that heās kept in his pocket in hopes to use with you one day, like today. You not only became Din Dājarinās medic, but you became his - his darling medic.Ā
There arenāt a lot of things that surprise you these days as a trained medic, but that doesnāt mean nothing surprises you anymore. These last few days have been adventurous and emotional, foreign and unfamiliar, life-threatening and dangerous. Itās been life-changing for you and the Mandalorian, and itās all because of a baby. The little guys presence not only sparked your maternal instincts, but the protective fatherly instincts within Din too.Ā
And, although neither of you know it now, the baby is only just the beginning of your treacherous journey across the stars in search of reuniting him with his people.
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hello:))
been loving ur mcyt preferences, and was wondering if you would do one where reader has insomnia???
I take medication for it and i got took off it for a break UGHH.
anyways luv ur writing and take ur time plz:))
ooooo okay!! ; and thank you thank you, I appreciate it š«¶š«¶š«¶
MCYT ; insomniac/night owl
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, & quackity
warnings ; language, sleep paralysis, jokes about OD'ing (melatonin)
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
genuinley feels so bad bc the second he closes his eyes, he's passed the hell out
he'll try and stay awake with you though and wait for the melatonin or just sleep in general to kick in
"if you're too tired to work, then don't. go back to sleep, don't worry about it"
compares you to tubbo 24/7
will bring you cherries and some milk because natural melatonin āļøāļø
sometimes he'll try and stay awake with you and turn a movie on and he'll just pass out on your shoulder
you'll walk into his stream after sleeping until like 5 in the evening and quietly wave with a groggy look on your face
he laughs (in a very lighthearted way dw)
"y/nnnnn I know you're tired but we gotta go before we miss it"
"I'm coming, I'm coming"
you're basically just a night owl, like his personal guard dog lmao
he'll joke about it a bit too, how you're protecting him in the dark from the monsters š
TUBBO
honestly same
you'll both be up all night and sleep all day
you can go a solid two days without sleep and start tweaking and he'll basically have to rock you to sleep like a baby
"shhh, it's okay. just relax, listen to the rain"
jokes about you overdosing on melatonin as well š
"Oh nah, the sleep paralysis demon is gonna get me if I sleep"
"so I have to sleep but you don't have too? mkay pal"
if he can't sleep while you finally are, he'll actually cook for once in his life
and he'll save the leftovers for whenever you wake up
he genuinley won't wake you up unless you're gonna be late for something LMFAO
he gets it tho
this dynamic you got with him, šš
RANBOO
he can and will stay up all night with you
mostly plays video games with you in hopes you'll get tired that way
which works a bit
does insane amounts of research, gets you eating all sorts of natural melatonin before bed and even gets you like children's melatonin gummies šš
"do you have a sleep paralysis demon? are you just scared to sleep?"
"I just cannot sleep, I just toss and turn all night, I swear to god"
one of those people to do endless amounts of research to try and help
"do you wanna go to the doctor and get a prescription or something? maybe it'll help"
tweeting/posting about dumb shit you do at night
"y/n made a whole loaf of bread overnight someone send help"
"tell me why I woke up this morning to my partner staring into my soul holy shit"
FREDDIE BADLINU
also feels rlly bad that he can't help you
also brings you cherries, bananas and milk for natural melatonin in hopes it'll help a bit
will genuinley take you to a doctor to get you a prescription or something
also tweets about the shit you do while he's asleep overnight
"guys y/n picked up crocheting overnight wth"
"love when my partner wakes me up at 5am for breakfast because it was going cold š„° (they started cooking at 3:30am)
he can't stay up too late most days, he's a busy man
he feels so bad if you're sleeping through the whole day, he barely ever wakes you up bc he knows you're tired
"love, go back to sleep, you were up all night, I'll call you in sick, don't worry about it"
he strays away from od jokes when you're taking melatonin gummies/pills but sometimes he just has to say it
if you have a sleep paralysis demon as well, yk damn well he'll find his way into your dreams and beat the bitch up
if you can't sleep but he can, he'll just hold you and hope that you'll sleep soon
you'll usually sit there and play with his hair and admire him til you gotta get up and do something
NIKI NIHACHU
like ranboo, she puts in endless research of just trying to find things that might help you
she feels so bad
especially when you're sleeping all through the day and feel groggy as hell 24/7
if you have a paralysis demon she always reassures you that she'll beat it up for you next time it comes around
anything to make you smile bro
she's so sweet about it, if you're sleeping she makes sure to keep it quiet because this is one of the rare chances when you're sleeping
if you go multiple days without sleep and start tweaking out, she'll comfort you to sleep, doesn't matter how long it'll take
"It's okay, honey. it's okay, just focus on the rain sounds outside"
dedicated a whole kinda calm music playlist to help you sleep/relax yourself
finds it so funny when you do shit during the night to try and entertain yourself and it's the most random shit
like you'll go out and feed stray cats, accidently steal a shopping cart, fight the air and record it, etc
sleepy on stream hugs >>>
"well good morning, sunshine. its seven pm"
ALEX QUACKITY
"bro how do you not sleep"
if you got a sleep paralysis demon.... oh it's over for that mf
tweets about the dumb exhausted shit you do
"how do I turn y/n off at bedtime? I'm tired of waking up to see them staring into my soul"
"I love waking up to breakfast (I've been woken up at 4am for the past 2 weeks help me rn)"
thinks it's funny and sad at the same time when you start tweaking after not sleeping
"bro, go to sleep, cmon, it's okay, you're fine" as he's trying not to laugh at you
literally stuffs you with melatonin around 7:30 to see if it'll help LMAO
even talks on stream about how he's gonna fight the demons and pretends whoever he's fighting w is one LMAO
loves when you walk into stream all groggy and tired because he can finally spend a little time w you
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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!readerĀ
summary: When Matt starts to shut down, your stubbornness saves him.
warnings:Ā swearing, angst, panic attack description, pining buffoons, pre-relationship, Matt's mental illness and fear of abandonment
a/n:Ā This is a short birthday fic for the wonderful @abucketofweird who wanted a fic similar to Renegade with Best Friends to Lovers. I hope you enjoy, my dear! š„³š„°ā¤ļø
I know it's short and pre-relationship but there is plenty of angsty Matt! (Also, yes she calls him a million nicknames, but they're not ~explicitly~ together in this). Please let me know if y'all are tired of seeing me write crying!angsty!Matt because I know I write that a lot.
w/c: ~4k
Matt could still remember the day that the Devil had first emerged. It was before his accident, after witnessing a group of teens bully his elementary school classmate on her way home from school. Years of seeing his dad throw hits and his own unwavering moral compass had forged a new being within his own; his rage overtaking his consciousness, forming shaky fists and a flower across his face.Ā
At the time, he hadnāt known how to fight properly and had gotten his ass kicked. A few decades had passed and, though his ability had grown, his rage had stayed the same.Ā
Fury was a useful tool, most of the time. Allowing him to push through discomfort and injury until heād taken down whatever evildoer heād gone after that day. It was his wrath that kept him going, but it was also his biggest inhibition.Ā
The desire to beat powerful criminals bloody was overpowering. His gut boiled with anger anytime he heard someone crying for help, knowing that, more than likely, the only thing sparing them from that cruel fate was himāa blind Catholic with a chip on his shoulder and lacking self preservation skills.Ā
It was his rage that caused tunnel vision. Which in turn caused sleep deprivation, which led to more injuries. The cycle didnāt end there though, at least not recently. His tendency to prioritize his alter ego over his own health wasnāt something that could be solved by a simple nap these days. Not when he had people worrying about him, and when his efforts to meditate or find another outlet for his emotions remained futile.Ā
More injuries meant it was more difficult to hide them. A bullet wound in his stomach, a sprained ankle, these were more noticeable to his coworkers, to you. While you were eternally patient and understanding about his double life, his business partners were not. He tried his best to ignore Karenās gasps and Foggyās pointed stares every time he limped into the office or winced while pouring his coffee. Despite his efforts, it always aggravated him, fueling his rage and thus perpetuating the cycle further.Ā
This week, Foggy had snapped. Yelling at Matt for putting himself in danger, for jeopardizing their recent caseātheyād had to postpone a meeting with the prosecution given the state of Mattās faceāand their firm. In return, Matt had lashed out. Screaming about the greater good and Foggy not trusting him. It quickly became an all out brawl, both men hurling insults at the other despite Karen warning them that they were going too far. But her intervention came too late.Ā
āYou claim to be so worried about people leaving but I donāt see how thatās fucking possible when you try so hard to scare us off, Murdock. Guess what!? Itās working!ā Foggy snapped, throwing his hands in the air with a huff.Ā
Logically, Matt knew Foggy didnāt mean thatāat least not in the way Matt heard itābut his throat felt swollen anyway. His heart pounded, the argument sitting on his tongue dissolving as his mouth grew increasingly dry. Loosening his tie, Matt stalked to his office to gather his things.Ā
āYou know what, I think Iāll work at home for a few days.ā He spoke stiffly, throwing the strap of his bag over his shoulder.Ā
āMatt,ā Karen took a step towards him but he refuses to acknowledge her placating tone.Ā
āIāll see you in court next week. Iāll drop off my opening argument tomorrow night.ā Without waiting for their responses, he retreated to his apartment.Ā
With every step along the damp Manhattan sidewalk, his irritation grew. His brain was flickering back and forth between despair and indignation, his hands itching to hit something. Tonight would be productive, that much was clear.Ā
Though he usually waited until the late hours of the evening to go out as Daredevil, his argument with Foggy had ignited an impatient buzzing beneath his skināhis muscles clenching and anger bubbling until he caved to the Devil. It was risky, dashing from roof to roof in his suit at dusk, but his patience had worn out hours ago.Ā
The night felt endless, yet it was over far too soon. He raced through the streets, taking down thug after thug, until a serrated blade caught him off guard. With a jagged rip across his thigh, he made for his apartmentāplanning to crudely stitch the wound before finishing what heād started.Ā
As he approached his loft, his ears locked on to a familiar heartbeat, its pattering mulling about his place as he grew closer. Foggy had sent in reinforcements, he supposed, though he wasnāt thrilled about it.Ā
Opening the rooftop door, Matt stomped down the stairs, hurling pieces of his suit across the space as he ripped them from his overheated body. Pretending not to care about the spike in your heartbeat, courtesy of his pounding steps, he tore the mask from his face, setting it beside the sink before filling a glass with water.Ā
Fidgeting with your sleeve, you approached him slowly, saying nothing as he downed a glass of lukewarm water before jutting his chin at you.Ā
āSay what youāre going to say, then leave.ā His voice was harsh and deep, the Devil still fully in control.Ā
You inhaled slowly, not scared of his current state, but clearly unhappy all the same. āWhat makes you think I have something to say?āĀ
Matt bit back a scoff. āFoggy sent you, which means youāre on his side and are here to tell me off.āĀ
āOn his sideā¦Christ, Murdock.ā You were a few paces in front of him, just behind the counter, your clothes rustling as you crossed your arms in frustration.Ā
āWhy else would you be here?ā Matt stormed around you and into his bathroom, unbuckling the bottom half to sew himself up. If anyone else had been here, he might have been more worried about modesty, but youād seen him in more compromising positions than this over the years.Ā
Gritting your teeth as you trudged after him, your arms remained folded against your chest. āBecause I care about you, asshole. Karen told me what Foggy said. I was worried.āĀ
Your heart thumped steadily with your honest admission, eliciting a pang of guilt deep in Mattās subconscious. He remained silent, rubbing a damp cloth over his wound to clean it up before he attempted suturing it. At his lack of response, you scoffed, āDonāt know why I was so worried. Youāre clearly taking it very well.āĀ
Spinning to face you, his lips curled. āWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?āĀ
āIt means exactly what you think it means, Matt.ā You snapped back at him, regretting it when his jaw twitched in response. Sighing, your voice softened. āYou are so strong, and I know that Foggy and Karen give you a hard time but theyāre not entirely wrong. Itās ok to ask for help.āĀ
āI donāt need their help.ā Matt muttered, leaning against the cold porcelain sink in the bathroom. āIām perfectly capable of taking care of myself.āĀ
āNo one is saying that youāre not.ā You tried to reason, but he refused to listen.Ā
āIām pretty sure thatās exactly what Foggy was saying, actually. How would you even know? Itās not like you were there.ā He bit out, resentment prickling through his words.Ā
Ouch. He was right. You werenāt there. Because youād taken a new job across the city. And he clearly was still not ok with that fact.Ā
āIām sorry I wasnāt there.ā You spoke gravely, brushing away a smudge of dirt on his cheek with your thumb. He tensed under your touch, but didnāt flinch away. āBut you know that I donāt agree with what Fog said, right? Regardless of whether he meant it, it was wrong for him to implyāā
Shoving your hand from his face, his lips formed a scowl once again. āWhat? That itās my fault? That people leave because I make them? Maybe heās right.āĀ
āMatt, thatās not true. You knowāā
āDonāt tell me what I know!ā He roared pressing into your personal space, eyes blazing with fury.Ā
Breathing evenly, you shifted your weight away from him. Not flinching out of fear, just a natural reaction to his behavior, yet the movement still stung. Retreating from you, he picked up the cloth and refocused on the gash across his thigh.Ā
āGo home,ā He spoke your name coldly. This wasnāt a question, it was an order.Ā
āMattāā You started but he glared at you.Ā
āGo.ā
You nodded, pacing back into the living room to grab your purse from the couch. āCall me if you need anything, Matty. Iāll be around.ā You spoke softly, your soft footsteps fading as you left his loft.Ā
Biting back an irritated snarl, Matt tread into the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey. Taking a full swig, he pushed his guilt and pain aside and picked up a needle.Ā
Burying your face in the collar of your jacket, you scrunched your nose as a particularly fierce gust of wind smacked you. Soldiering forward, you sped down the street towards the dimly lit building you were aiming for.Ā
It might be a mistake to return to Mattās loft, but you couldnāt leave him there alone when he was so distraught. At least, not in good conscience.Ā
You respected his request for space, absolutelyātaking time to return to your own apartment and retrieve his worn Columbia sweater, which youād stolen a few weeks ago and simply not given back. It was soft and oversized, for you at least, making it ridiculously comfortable. But it was clear Matt needed that comfort more than you did right now.Ā
After tucking the garment in your bag carefully, you headed back out into the blustery evening to pick up a large order of food from Mattās favorite Italian place.Ā
If he still didnāt want you there upon your return, so be it. But the man wouldnāt go cold or hungry on your watch, dammit.Ā
It wasnāt that you didnāt trust him to take care of himself, you just recognized that self-preservation wasnāt a priority for him when he wasā¦like this. Brooding. Angry.Ā
In the decade and a half youād known him, you had started to piece together Mattās various moods and this was a common one. His heightened senses igniting something inside him that pulled him into fights all around the city. You couldnāt imagine the pain he felt hearing innocent civilians in trouble constantly. But eventually, heād stop restraining himself. Sleep less. Eat less. Go to work, go out as Daredevil, and do it all again the next dayāeven when he was a jumble of exhaustion and bruises.Ā
In these moments, he was no longer your beloved Matthew Murdock. He was a candle, with a burning wick and a torch at his base. The wax slowly melting away, until his sanity was nothing but a distant memory.Ā
This was something youād seen a handful of times when working with him and Foggy, even back when you three were just interns at Landman and Zack. It was the thing about Matt that you and Foggy argued about most these days.Ā
See, Foggy believed the solution to these episodes was to remove Daredevil from the equation altogether. You couldnāt necessarily blame the blond for thinking that, given how Mattās vigilante antics impacted his work and his ability to be a good friend.Ā
Despite understanding Foggyās concerns, your faith in Matt didnāt hinge on his nighttime activities. These periods of great stress were a sign that Matt needed support. Not an indication that he was no longer able to lead a double life.Ā
While the average person might snap or cry when they were overwhelmed, Matt would force himself to take more on. You assumed this was a symptom of the manipulation heād endured during his youth.Ā
Matt hadnāt disclosed much about his childhood mentor, but you knew that heād been encouraged to work through periods of distress, simply bottling up his feelings in order to ensure productivity. Given that heād never had those beliefs challenged until well into adulthood, it was second nature for him to add more to his plate until he couldnāt anymoreāwhether that was because someone forced him to rest, or he was literally comatose.Ā
Heād confessed to you onceāon another night like tonight when he was so tired of fighting everyone that he caved to your questioningāthat rest wasnāt something that came easily to him. It was almost an enemy, in his mind, preventing him from helping as many people as he could. Resting meant he was a failure, and failing meant people would leave.Ā
This conversation lived in the back of your mind every time the dark haired man frustrated you. Every sleepless night spent pulling your hair out while you waited for him to text you that he was alive, every morning spent patching him up in the conference room because the walk to work had pulled his stitches out. Each and every time Mattās other identity impacted your life, you reminded yourself that, in his mind, he didnāt have a choice.Ā
This time was no different.Ā
Though it probably didnāt help that Foggy had insinuated that he was thinking of leaving Matt. Not when Mattās subconscious was desperately trying to pretend his life was balanced to keep everyone happy. Which is why you allowed yourself to be more stubborn than usual this dreadful evening, worming your way back into Mattās home so he knew that he wasnāt in danger of being alone.Ā
Removing one ungloved hand from the safety of your fleece lined pocket, you yanked open the door to the restaurant, smiling softly at the hostess as her eyes met yours.Ā
āI have an order for pick up?ā Giving her your name, you curled both hands back into your pockets, shifting your weight from foot to foot as you waited, somewhat impatiently, for your food.Ā
After what felt like an hour, the hostess handed you two bags stacked with containers, grimacing apologetically. āSorry about the wait!ā
āNot a problem!ā You shrugged, grabbing the bags. āThank you!!ā
Dashing around the crowd forming behind you, your feet carried you the few remaining blocks to Mattās building. Treading up the stairs slowly, you panted, taking a moment to breathe before making it to his door.Ā
Here goes nothing.Ā
You bypassed waiting for Matt to open the door, instead choosing to knock gingerly and use your spare key to unlock the door.Ā
āMatty?ā You called softly, receiving no answer.Ā
Inhaling deeply, hoping you werenāt about to irreparably damage your relationship with Matt, you stepped over the threshold and into his space. Shuffling around the corner at the end of the hallway, you peeked into the loft, scanning it for any indication of your overworked friendābut there was no sign of him. No obvious one, at least.Ā
As you blocked out the muffled sounds of the city that had managed to penetrate the walls of the loft, your ears picked up a hushed sound from somewhere in the kitchen. A rapid whooshingālike panting, or choking.Ā
Rushing around the counter, your eyes widened in shock as you found Matt curled against the dark wooden cabinets. He was seated, but hunched over his knees, his hands tightly wrapped around his shins to keep his body in the position as he rocked back and forth. There was a jaggedly stitched line along his thigh, surrounded by mottled skin and goosebumps. Given his lack of clothingāhe was only wearing his boxersāand the frigid temperature in the room, the poor man was shaking violently. A combination of his harsh breathing and his low body temperature, you assumed.Ā
As your presence became more noticeable, Matt tilted his head up, chin wobbling, eyes frantic and shining. Calling your name shakily, his weak plea almost made your own eyes well up.Ā
Crouching before him, you set the bags in your grasp aside, opening your palms to him. āItās me, sweetheart. Iām right here. What happened?ā
āD-donāt know. Canāt breathe.ā Matt choked around the words, leaning towards you as you scrambled closer.Ā
āCan I touchāā You asked, hesitant to take any major steps without explicit permission.Ā
āYes. Please,ā He sobbed, collapsing against your chest as your arms opened.Ā
āItās ok. Youāre ok, sweet boy.ā You rubbed a hand over his back in a circular motion, using your free hand to guide one of his palms to your chest. āFeel my breathing?āĀ
Matt nodded against your chest, nails digging into your shoulder blade as he tried to get his breathing under control.Ā
āThatās my guy. Doing so good for me, handsome.ā You praised softly, tracing your hand up his back and into his hair in the way you knew he loved. āThatās it, nice even breaths.āĀ
Unwinding your body from its squatted position, you sat on the cold floor, spreading your legs to allow Matt to fall into your lap. Perched across your thighs, Mattās slowly stopped heaving. He was still covered in goosebumps and bruises, but his probable panic attack had been avoided for now.Ā
āThere we go. Good job, honey. Feel a bit better?ā You scratched diligently at Mattās scalp, his skull knocking against your fingers with a nod.Ā
āYes. Thank you.ā He murmured, hot breath hitting your collar bone, a contrast to his icy skin.Ā
āOk, sweets. Are you cold?āĀ
Another nod, making your lips twitch with a tiny smile. āYah, stupid question. Here, put this on.āĀ
Pulling your bag over to you, you yanked out the sweater and handed it to him, mourning the loss of contact as he sat up to slip it on. After his chest was covered, his brow furrowed, a hand coming up to trace the text on the front of the hoodie. āMy sweatshirt?āĀ
Cupping his stubbled cheek, you stroked a thumb over his jaw. āI brought it back. Thought you might need it tonight. Cāmon honey, why donāt we go lay down, hm?āĀ
Allowing Matt to crawl off your lap, you drew him from the floor as you stood, laying your arm around his waist and holding him upright as he hobbled to his room. Tumbling onto the mattress, he haphazardly threw his sheets over his bare legs, curling into fetal position. His body was stiff, as if he was clenching every muscle to prevent writhing in pain. Sitting next to his waist, you fussed with the covers, drawing them more tightly around his rigid form.Ā
āThere, thatās better. Just close your eyes andāā you attempted to encourage the weary man to rest but his small voice interrupted.Ā
āYou came back.ā Matt spoke lowly, blinking back a new wave of tears. āYou came back when I told you to leave.āĀ
āDo you need me to go? Thatās fine, Matty, Iāll justāāĀ
āNo!ā His hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist. āPlease donāt.āĀ
āOk, sweet boy. Iāll stay here. As long as you want me to.āĀ
Matt nodded once, tears trailing down his face again. āYou came back.ā No longer talking to you, it seemed that he was trying to make himself believe that he was no longer alone.Ā
Sliding down to face him, you ran a hand over his arm, letting him murmur silently to himself until he spoke to you again.
āI donāt think theyāll ever be happy.āĀ
āWho wonāt be happy, handsome?ā You asked quietly, propping yourself up on an elbow to study his face as he answered.Ā
āFoggy and Karen. Maybe you too, Iām not sure.ā His voice cracked, tears pouring down his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut.Ā
āHey, hey,ā You shushed, drawing him back into your chest. āOh, Mattyāā
āWhat am I supposed to do?ā His hazel eyes reopened, revealing a hopelessness you were shocked to see. āI hear people screaming for help and Iā¦I canāt just lay here doing nothing. I donāt know how. And I try to explain but no one understands. I donāt know what to do,ā When he uttered your name this time, it was a desperate requestāto confirm that you understood, that you wouldnāt hold his actions against him.Ā
āOh, Matt, honey, Iām so sorry.ā You rested your chin atop his head as he sobbed into your collarbone. āSweetheart, you are so good at what you do. Youāre a fucking hero. No one is mad about you choosing to use every ability you have to help people, we just worry about you, sweets, thatās all. And, I canāt speak for the others, but you shouldnāt have to worry about making me happy, ok? As long as youāre aliveāā
āHeās going to leave me.ā Ah. Thatās where his mind was getting stuck. The words were broken, Mattās voice strained beyond recognition as he voiced his fear. āHeās going to leave me like you did.ā
A lump of emotion clogged your throat, tears wavering against your waterline. āMatt, you know I didnāt leave because of you, right?ā
He shrugged against you, body still trembling as he cried.Ā
āMatty, I adore you. I loved working with you and seeing you every day, sweets. I just couldnāt live on pies and hand-knit gloves in one of the most expensive cities in the country. I needed income, not an escape. Iām still here. Iām still yours.āĀ
Heaving out a shaky breath, Matt nodded. Caressing his cheek, you asked. āWhat did my heartbeat tell you?ā
āTruth.ā He whispered. The two of you sat in silence, your hand absentmindedly running through his mussed hair as his body stopped shaking. Just when you thought the fear of abandonment had been swayed for the night, he piped up one last time.Ā
āWhat am I supposed to do?ā
āAbout Foggy?ā You clarified, biting your lip when Matt nodded. With a sigh, you brought your fingers to his silky hair once again. āMatt, I am not psychic, I donāt know what the future will look like for the two of you, but I know that Foggy loves you. So does Karen, and so do I. And you donāt leave the people you love. You talk it out, you forgive them for their mistakes.ā
āAnd if he doesnāt?ā Matt whimpered.Ā
āI donāt think you have to worry about that. But Iāll be right here with you through it all, ok?ā Pressing your lips to his forehead, you brushed a few strands of hair away from his face. āI donāt want to scare you, sweet boy, but I have to go into your kitchen for a moment. I brought some food with me that Iām going to put in your fridge for later. Iāll get you some water too. Anything else you need?āĀ
āAspirin.ā He murmured, blank eyes glossy with tears.Ā
āOf course, sweets. Iāll be right back.ā With another brush of fingers over his scalp, you wriggled out from under him and hurried to the kitchenāshoving the food into his bare fridge while grabbing water and pills.Ā
He took the medicine you handed him diligently, his expression uncharacteristically blank. Draining the glass of water, he handed the empty cup to you without a word. You could see him slipping away into the recesses of his mind, trying to shove everything down once again, to handle it all himself.Ā
Sliding under the covers next to him, you wrapped him in a tight embrace as he buried his damp face in your neck.Ā
āTalk to me, sweets. What do you need?āĀ
āJust you.ā Matt choked out, fisting your shirt in his hands as if worried you were imaginary. āPlease.āĀ
āIām right here. Always.ā Kissing his crown, you ran a hand along his spine, humming softly as his breathing evened out.Ā
He wasnāt through the rough patch yet, but that was ok. You were going to be here regardless. And youād tell him that every day until he believed you.
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Hello!! I hope youāre doing okay, this is my first BSD request so I was hoping if I could ask for Kunikida, Dazai. Fukuzawa and Ango with a s/o who is a hopeless romantic! Like they love LOVE if you get what I mean? Their love language is every love language! A s/o who is super affectionate, and has a lot of love in their heart for their partner and their biggest simp!
Thanks so much!! š„°
Love-o-virus
Headcanon: Love is something expressed, with actions ft Kunikida, Dazai, Fukuzawa , Ango
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Hi! tysm for the request, I hope you are doing great as well. This headcanon is so wholesome I hope it aren't that disappointing.
Kunikida:
How do I even start with this man?
You would randomly bargain into the office to hug him. (Dazai be laughing at Kunikida's face)
Now, this man has everything timed and we know how busy he gets, but that doesn't stop him from receiving a hug from you.
You would write letters for this man, and I am pretty sure he has a box full of it at his room just dedicated to the things he receive from you.
He would return home tired and dejected perhaps, thanks to Dazai but your forehead kisses would always bring a smile on his face.
Now its not only you who would be such an affectionate one in the relationship.
He would totally bring breakfast to bed if you ever overslept. (He doesn't impose his schedules on you , he is such a sweetheart)
Who says everything is perfect when scheduled? Your affection for him was the only schedule he never made, and is the only schedule he ever broke.
You would probably be texting this man 'Next time I hug you, I probably won't let go for a long time.' just for him to hurry up and get home so that you can hug him again.
Kunikida is 100/100 rule breaker for you and only you.
Dazai howling at the backstage. *bonks Dazai*
Dazai:
We all can agree he would love this
He thought you were someone who despite romantic moves and affection considering your past conversations with him.
He legit screamed "Y/N GOT LOVE-O-VIRUS" Just because you kissed him more then thrice that day.
This boy loves it when you hug him from behind.
We all know this man might as well as be traumatized and haunted by his past, so you being his lover, suggests forces him to lie down and sleep
What on earth did I think about all the time before you?
Your affections just make him so happy that ADA team gets scared.
"I always wake up smiling. I think it's your fault."
Power couple 10/10>>>>>
"Even though I'm unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you, and I will continue to love you forever." Totally can imagine Dazai speaking this to you as you both will be cuddling.
You would just gift this man some perfume and hand knit sweater and the next day his appearance would be so different. Did he really had that long legs???
As much as you worship him, he worships you more. Hope this aren't going yandere next
I don't know if you read Reunion with blood and tears, But like i said, i can totally imagine Dazai receiving headpats makes him feel safe.
I honestly imagine him being touch starved, and with all that trauma he received at such an young age, his S/O being super affectionate gives him comfort and bonus.
Dazai deserves better
He loves whenever he returns home and is welcomed by a warm hug.
You two would often be drinking alcohol by the balcony and your drunken state would tell him how much you love him.
He loves you
<3
Fukuzawa:
He still gets surprise with your sudden interactions
Lets be honest, you will be hugging this man and he would do nothing but return the hug and smile.
You would probably be gifting him a cat someday on his birthday and he would probably be so happy he would return a favor with a kiss and maybe hugs
YOU & CATS>>>>>>> that's his ideology.
THIS RELATIONSHIP>>>>>> its pure fluff
If you ever flirted with this man, in your youth days it would probably be "If loving you was a job, I'd be the most deserving, dedicated, and qualified candidate. In fact, I'd even be willing to work for free!"
He would let you style his hair whatever you feel like it, even if it ruins or ends up knotted. But he loves you so its worth it.
I am pretty sure he would love it whenever he returns home and sees you setting up the table for both of you to eat. I MEAN YOU WAITED FOR THIS MAN TO RETURN HOME DESPITE YOU WERE LOWKEY HUNGRY.
Please he is just lucky to have you.
Your adoptive ADHD child Ranpo along with the rest of ADA team would be dropping off and visiting you on weekends, where you all would play board games minus the yelling in monopoly.
He would probably giving you massages whenever you felt stressful and hug you in a comfortable way.
You both feel safe in each others presence.
You would be scrolling down the street, as your hand intervene his watching the peaceful Yokohama city you protected and preserved.
Ango:
this man is very microwavable.
Blushing 10/10
Your way of affections to him was headpats and nose kisses.
You both work as partners, so its very normal for you to slip your hands into his
Nose kisses>>>>>>
You would be randomly be resting your head on his shoulders whenever you take a mini break and he would always reply you with 'Y/N- we are at work'
You would always pass comments along the line 'You are literally the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.' only for him to blush.
Please he cant even act serious when you are around him standing so protectively. You are just damn cute for him.
You would be making him Coffee as he overworks, even if it meant to wake up at 1 am and make something for him.
His heart melts every time you do small acts for him.
Making coffee? His clothes fully laundered? You making sure he eats food? Yeah every small thing you do for him makes him feel loved and just bring back all the zoo feelings in his stomach again as a high school teenager.
I lowkey doesn't feel like it was exactly written along the lines of what was requested, but I hope this doesn't disappoints you.
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