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Need You Now | Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Requested by @mmunson86 : Eddie and Reader were best friends who secretly liked each other, but then they went their separate ways after high school and kind of lost contact. one day, Eddie runs into Steve, who still talks to Reader, and after five years he realizes that he should’ve taken his shot and I don’t know maybe he has the urge to call her and instead he just shows up at her doorstep in the pouring rain he’s drenched in water, and he tells her how she feels and hopes that she does and well she does feel the same (Eddie finally asks her to be his girl) & well it gets smutttty 🥹💗 included the song Need you Now by Lady A

Cw: angst, mutual pining, friends to strangers to lovers, fluff, no use of y/n reader is referred to with nicknames (Peach, sweetheart, baby) smut, p in v, dirty talk, one mention of birth control, no use of condoms, creampies? Alchohol.

wc: 7.6k

comments and reblogs are always appreciated and encouraged <3

August 1984.

"So this is it, huh?" Eddie was completely taken aback by the suddenness of it all. He had known deep down that this day would eventually arrive, but it had always felt like a distant threat. Now that it was here, he struggled to come to terms with the fact that you were leaving him. You had always been ambitious, and he was incredibly proud of everything you had accomplished. But the thought of being left behind while you went on to bigger and better things was a tough pill to swallow. Despite his own feelings of loss and sadness, however, Eddie knew that he couldn't stand in the way of your dreams - he would never be the kind of person to hold someone back from reaching their full potential.

"Y-yeah." you sigh with shaky breath.

How could you leave him? The guilt gnawed at you because, even after everything, you never got to tell him how you felt. Now you are standing in the airport, feeling lost. It's too little, too late for confessionals.

Since you can remember, going to school in England has been your dream. You made it a mission and are now attending the University of Cambridge. You got in on a scholarship and scrapped up every penny working at Family Video for your four years of high school.

"You better write to me and all that shit" he pointed.

This made you giggle. "Of course, I'll even call once in a while. Hopefully, the long-distance charges won't be too lethal." You play with the chain hanging from your neck. You never took it off.

"Oh! I almost forgot... here!." Eddie rummaged around his pockets and pulled out a small wrapped gift. "Uh, open it when you get there, okay?"

"Teddy, you didn-"

"I wanted to. Please? Just take it." Eddie’s heart fluttered at your name of endearment.

You reach for the gift, fingers brushing, and you swear you feel sparks fly. You instantly jump into him, arms wrapping around his neck, taking in his feel, scent, and touch. Fuck this hurts more than you thought it would. But you kept telling yourself it wouldn't be forever, only four years; you could survive that. And you would be home in the summers. It wouldn't be so bad.

Tears threaten to fall as they rim your lashes. "I'll miss you," you sniffle, and your voice cracks.

It breaks Eddie's heart to see you like this. You were his girl, well, not technically, but you had his heart. You had it from the first moment he saw you in ninth-grade science when you were assigned to be his lab partner. From then on, you were as thick as thieves; if only you felt the same way...

"All passengers for flight 739, please make your way to gate 67; you are now boarding." Your heart sinks at the announcement; that was you. No more stalling.

You turn to your parents, giving them another tight hug, then quickly turn to Eddie again. You hug him once more, as tight as you can this time.

"You're squishing me, Peach. Can't. Breath." He jokes, and you look up at him with glossy eyes.

You reach up to your tiptoes, kiss his stubbly cheek and mutter the words he has been waiting to hear for the past four years. "I love you, Eddie."

Eddie was stunned, did he hear you correctly? You don't give him time to answer because you quickly turn without another word, not giving him a chance to speak, and you run. You run to the gate and don't look back.

For most of the flight, your mind was racing. You couldn't help but feel like a coward. Your mind was racing with questions and doubts. What if Eddie misunderstood your words as just platonic love? Or would he understand that you were actually in love with him?

You sat on the plane, staring at the gift box Eddie handed you. It was a small black square box with a red bow. Nothing fancy.

Once you were over international waters, you decided you couldn't wait anymore and opened it up.

As you slowly lift the lid, the tears start to well up in your eyes again. Your heart is pounding as you peer inside the small box and handwritten note and a silver mood ring were nestled inside. You reach in and carefully pick up the note and begin to read.

Dear, Peach

I am going to miss you so much, so here is a small token to remember me by…

Your Teddy.

You sniffle as you pick up the ring and hold it up to the overhead light to get a better look.

You turn it over in your fingers, examining every detail, trying to confirm whether or not this was Eddie's ring. It looks exactly like the one he wore daily, but you can't be sure. You had never seen him without it before? You try to think about if he had it on at the airport.

As you examine the ring, memories of Eddie flood your mind. You remember how he constantly fiddled with it, absentmindedly twisting it around his finger. You remember how he told you it was his mother's ring and how much it meant to him. But now, as you hold it in your hand, you can't believe he did this.

You try to slide it onto your fingers, but it's too loose to stay in place. You don't want to give up on the ring, though. It's too precious to lose. Suddenly, a thought strikes you, and you take off your necklace. You carefully latch the ring onto the chain, ensuring its security. You can keep it close to your heart as you wear it around your neck...

Now, 1991

"Peach?!” You jump and turn; you were startled when browsing the chips section at the Dollar Store. “Holy shit, it is you!"

"Steve?" You smile brightly and embrace him in a hug when you realize who is speaking to you. Not even twenty-four hours back home, and you’re already bumping into old friends. You had forgotten how small Hawkins really was.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" he asked with a bright smile across his face.

"Brian-you remember my brother Brian? He's getting married, had to come back for the wedding." You smile.

"When did you get back?! Have you seen anyone? Oh god, everyone is going to be thrilled." He hugged you again for good measure to make sure it was really you.

"I got back late last night; I'm still jetlagged, so I haven't seen or reached out to anyone yet... I don't think I have anyone's numbers anymore; it's been so long..." You felt so guilty. Your life in Hawkins was worlds away. You had been so busy once you graduated. You hadn't been home in about four years; visiting you was easier for your folks.

"I'll alert the media; I'll be the town crier! Let everyone know Peach is back!"

"Thanks, Stevie," you giggled.

"How long are you in town for?"

"Ummm, that's the thing; I think I am back for good?" Sure, you loved being overseas, but seven years was so long you missed your life back home, your family, your friends, and your visa was running out.

"This is amazing! Oh, we have to all get together to celebrate!"

"How um- how is everyone?"

"Good! Robin and I are roommates, Nancy and Jonathan are still going strong, Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Will, El and Max are off at their different colleges..."

"What, uh-what about Eddie?" You hadn't mutter his name in years. Things fell off like they did with everyone else. You used to write almost every day, but then school, friends, and boyfriends happened, and eventually, the letters stopped altogether.

The two of you never spoke of the "I love you" statement you made at the airport. You tiptoed around it like it didn't happen. Sometimes, you wished you had stayed to hear what he would have said, and other times, you were glad you ran. You took the hint that he didn't feel the same way when he never said anything back in his letters or the few times you called him.

"Oh, Ed's is great! Yeah, he has his own shop downtown; you know how good he was with fixing cars and all that. He got promoted a few months back when Richards decided to retire..." You smile at the thought of Eddie finally owning up to his potential.

"Oh, well, um, that's amazing! I really missed you guys." You sighed, subconsciously playing with the ring attached to the chain around your neck. You hadn't taken it off in the seven years you had been away.

"Well, I better get going, but I'll call you, ok?"

"Yeah, I'm with my folks for now until I find an apartment, so same number,” you smiled.

When you leave Steve, your mind can't help but race with thoughts of seeing Eddie again. Seven years is a really long time; would he still have his long hair? Would he have a girlfriend? Oh god, what if he has a girlfriend? Of course, he would have a girlfriend. He's Eddie. He is the most flirtatious guy out there; there is no way he would be sitting around waiting for you. Not that he would be waiting for you... he never said those three words back.

It's been less than twenty-four hours since you've been back in Hawkins, and yet your thoughts are consumed by memories of him. The sound of his voice echoes in your mind as if you had heard him yesterday... The way he laughed, the way he walked, and the way he used to look at you. His presence has left an everlasting mark on your psyche, and you can't help but wonder what he's doing right now, whether he's thinking about you too, or if you'll ever see him again.

Your stuff was all over the new apartment. You managed to score a place not too far from everyone, and it only took about a week and a half to find, sign and finalize a place to live.

The living room was filled with countless cardboard boxes, each one crammed with different items from your childhood home and England.

As you rummaged through them, your attention was suddenly grasped by a photo album that had been buried deep inside one of the boxes. It took you by surprise - I had completely forgotten about it. As you held it in your hands, you couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia and curiosity, wondering what picture-perfect memories were inside.

You grabbed your drink from the side table and crawled on the messy couch covered in old newspapers and bubble wrap. Pictures of you with the gang, in the Wheelers basement, at lovers lake, in the trailer…

Memories of late nights, early morning school pick ups, dnd creation sessions, forcible study sessions that ended up just you two talking for hours on end, Eddie making you fall for him and him you with neither of you were the wiser.

The phone ringing breaks you out of the trance. You scramble up off the couch the photo album falls off your lap and onto the floor as you scurry over to the phone mounted on the wall.

“Hello?” Nice to know the phone company installed it correctly.

“Hey! It’s Steve, how are you?”

“Good, just settling in; my place is a mess,” you giggle.

“Good, good. We are all getting together on Friday; maybe you can take a break from unpacking? We thought it would be nice to meet at my folk's place, old time's sake.” you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You hesitated. “Is, um, everyone going to be there?”

"Yep! Folks are out of town; we can use the pool to put advantage. Everyone is so excited you're back" emphasis on everyone.

“That’s great, Steve; I’m happy to be home, glad no one hates me," you chuckle uncomfortably. "I was kinda worried since I fell off the face of the earth...”

“Nah, we could never be mad at you.”

“Okay then! I’ll see you guys Friday,” you smile. Oblivious to the fact that none of your friends knew you were in town…

“So Stevie, what’s got you bouncing off the walls?” Robin asked.

It was Friday, and Steve had everyone already over for an hour before your arrival.

They had no idea you were back because Steve wanted to tell everyone simultaneously. So he invited Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie so he could share the big news.

“Yea, you’re killing us, man,” Jonathan smirked.

“Okay, okay, okay! Everyone sit down.” Steve instructed. “So I was out running some errands, and you’re never going to guess who I ran into!”

“Vicki?” Robin asked.

“Nooo.”

“Chrissy?”

“Nope.”

“Max?”

“Nope, guess again.”

“Lucas?”

Amidst the incessant guessing, Eddie's mind drifted away to a memory of you. He pictured you walking through the front door with that enchanting smile you always had on your face. The sound of your voice was etched in his mind as if he had heard it only yesterday. His heart yearned for you, how you used to take over his whole world and light up his day with your infectious energy and captivating aura.

Just as Eddie is about to get lost in his thoughts of you, the doorbell snaps him back into reality.

“You uh expecting anymore else man?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, you uh mind grabbing the door for me?” Steve was up to something, and Eddie could sense it. Maybe Dustin was home early?

“Why? Are you busy or something?”

“Yea, 'bout to get the pool ready..” he winks.

With his suspicions, Eddie tentatively stands and reaches the door. Behind him, in the distance, he hears Nancy, “Oh my god, shut up!” He must have shared the mystery person while he was out of war shot… jackass.

With his heart racing, he took the last few steps towards the door. His curiosity was piqued, and he felt a sense of anticipation building up inside him, wondering who could possibly be waiting on the other side. As he jogged, he could hear his own footsteps echoing in the hallway. Finally, he reached for the doorknob, ready to discover the mystery person on the other side.

You rang the doorbell once again… what had been taking so long?

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold your horses-” Eddie swung open the door without any hesitation as he was in the middle of his sentence. However, his words trailed off when he saw you standing on the other side.

“Hey, Teddy” you smiled as your heart pounded. It was pumping so hard he could probably see it beating through your chest.

“Oh my god.” Eddie looked like he had seen a ghost. The blood drained from his face. His eyes are wide with shock. Did Steve not tell him? “Oh my god!” You were suddenly knocked off your feet as Eddie's weight collided with yours.

“Hi,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around him.

"Peach?" It took him a second to process. “Holy shit, you’re here!” He spun you around before putting you down.

“Did Steve not tell you?” As you slowly stepped back, your eyes fixed on his face.

His once baby-smooth skin now bore a few fine lines, a testament to the life he had lived. Life was never kind to Eddie, but he held on to hope. His facial hair added a more mature rugged charm to the baby face you once knew. You couldn't help but admire the beauty that was Eddie Munson.

You also couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off your face and Eddie was so thankful because he had never been witness to something so beautiful.

“No! Oh my god! No, he didn’t tell us anything.” He couldn’t let you go; he needed to feel you to convince himself he wasn’t seeing things. You smelled just as he remembered, but also sweeter.

“She’s back?!” You hear Robin's voice coming from far inside the house. That made you giggle, and Eddie heard angels singing.

The loud sound of footsteps fills your ears, and you see Robin running towards the door. She bulldozes her way past Eddie and engulfs you in a suffocating hug.

“How long are you here?!” She squealed.

“For good!” You smile as you see Nancy and Jonathan run out after Robin.

“What?! You’re back forever?!” Nancy came running out the door

“Yes, forever!” You smile, glancing over at Eddie.

Eddie needed to process everything and stepped back so everyone else could say their long-awaited hellos.

He missed you so badly; of course, he tried to move on, but nothing was the same. Feeling overwhelmed by the avalanche of information he had just received, Eddie needed a moment to gather his thoughts. With a smile, he excused himself from the room and went through the house to the backyard.

The warm afternoon breeze hit his face as he leaned against the deck railing. Taking a deep breath of the fresh air. He reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes, and with a flick of his lighter, he lit one up. As he took a long first drag, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander, hoping to find clarity amid the chaos because you were back.

He hadn’t been out there for two minutes, barely making a dent in the cigarette, when he heard the sliding glass door open and close behind him.

“Hey, you okay, man?” It was Steve.

“Yeah, yeah, just in shock, I guess...” He took a long drag of the cigarette and blew the puffs of smoke in the other direction, away from Steve's face.

“She looks good, huh?.” Steve smirked as he also leaned back against the railing next to Eddie.

"Yeah, uh yea really good" He tried releasing his tense shoulders, but it was of no use.

"I didn't see a ring on her finger… but I did see one around her neck… looked familiar too.”

"What?” Eddie’s head snapped up.

“See for yourself.”

You were now in the kitchen, facing him through the window. Clear as day your exposed chest dawned his ring.

What did this mean?

"Looks like now's your chance." Steve clapped his back.

"It's been so long… things are- I don't know, things just won't be the same. Too much time has passed."

"That's why I say seize the day!"

"Don't Carpe Diem me," Eddie scoffed.

"Well, you better because there is no way I’m going to let someone else swoop in and snatch her up because you’re too dumb to say you love her back." In a swift motion, Steve reached out and plucked the cigarette from Eddie's lips, brought it up to his own mouth, took a long drag, and savoured the taste of the smoke. As he exhaled, he brought the cigarette back down and carefully stubbed it in the ashtray, snuffing out every last bit of ember. The two friends sat silently for a moment, lost in their thoughts.

"Don’t fuck this up again,” he smirked before slipping back inside with the others.

Your gaze automatically finds Eddie as you make your way out the door and into the yard, it was a pool party after all. You even bought a new swimsuit for the occasion because you wanted to make an impression on Eddie. He hadn't seen you since you were no more than a few weeks older than eighteen, when you were still awkward and pimply. Now at twenty-five, you’ve come into your body, and you looked fucking good.

You knew that your body had changed considerably since you were a teenager, and you wanted to look your best.

So when you went shopping you settled on a navy blue option with little white anchors, cute without trying too hard, or so you hoped. It accentuated all of your best assets.

Confidently, you let the shawl slip down your shoulders. Eddie felt like you were moving slowly as he watched you bend over to remove your jean shorts.

If Eddie didn't know any better, he'd think you were doing it intentionally. His hands were getting sweaty, and he needed to tighten his grip on the beer bottle so it wouldn't slip. You made him nervous; you were beautiful, elegant, and not to mention sexy, even more so than he remembered.

As you reach out to grab the drink from Robin's hand, you can sense Eddie's intense gaze fixed on you. Robin, who seems oblivious to the brewing tension, turns around and walks towards the pool chairs where Eddie, Steve, Jonathan and Nancy are lounging. You watch as Robin joins the trio, leaving you standing alone, wondering what Eddie's piercing stare could possibly mean. With a deep breath, you take a swig and join your group of friends.

Like a flip of a switch, Eddie's face softens when he sees you coming towards them. He takes in your body the closer you get. As soon as he caught a glimpse of you, his heart began to race uncontrollably. He couldn't believe how stunning you looked, and his eyes were immediately drawn to his ring that adorned your necklace.

You watched as Eddie gazed at you with admiration. It was like he was noticing every detail about you. Memorizing you - the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders, the sparkle in your eyes, the curve of your lips as you smiled. Eddie always knew how to make you feel special, even with just a look.

"Here, you can take mine." Eddie gets up. Alwasy the gentalman.

"No, it's okay. They are big enough we can share." You smile as you lay out your towel to sit at the end of the long white chair.

Conversations about everyone and how they have been lasted about an hour before you decided it was way too hot to not take advantage of the pool. While living in England, you have had to endure the cool and damp weather. It's such a contrast to the hot and humid summers that you grew up with in Hawkins. The scorching heat can sometimes get unbearable, yet a refreshing change from the gloomy weather back in England.

"I'm going in if anyone wants to join me." You set down your sweaty glass and walk over to the pool. Nancy and Robin follow closely behind before you glance back at the boys.

“Hey, come in with us.” You offer with a smile.

You hear a splash from the pool and see the two other girls' heads bobbing up from under the water.

Steve and Jon nod their head while Eddie shakes his no.

“You sure?” You offer once more, raising your brow.

Once again, Eddie shakes his head no before the other two boys grab him by the arms and drag him to the water's edge.

You giggle before taking a graceful dive in to join your girlfriends. The three of you tread water as you watch the boys struggle from land.

"Hey! Come on, I still have my shirt on!" Eddie protested.

"Take it off!" Robin yelled, pulling another giggle from you.

"Oh you think seeing me shirtless is funny, Peach?" He quipped. He was kidding, of course, but you couldn't help to fight off the blood rushing to your cheeks.

Too flustered to reply, you don't say anything; however, the boys save you by throwing Eddie in the pool. You flinch away from the splash of water that gets in your eyes and wait for Eddie to come back up for air. You stare at the spot that he was thrown in, but he doesn't come back up.

"Eddie?" you ask, feeling a bit worried. However, as you are standing in the water, a feeling of terror fear overtakes you as something grabs your waist from below the surface and pulls you backwards. You let out a small scream, but quickly cover your mouth as you feel strong arms wrap around you, holding you close to their chest.

"Teddy, you idiot!" You play scream but also can't hold back your laughter as Eddie pops back up for air, trying to swim off with you in toe.

"What? I'm saving you from sharks." He shrugs like he is doing the most obvious thing in the world.

"God, you haven't changed a bit, have you?" You gaze into his eyes as he pinned you against the pool wall. You can’t help but take in his beauty.

"What is that a bad thing?" He cocks his head.

"N-not at all," Your breath hitches.

For a fleeting moment, you lose the sense of your surroundings. You forget about group's presence that is intently observing your and Eddie's every move. It's as if you are in a bubble, separate from the rest of the world. Your attention is drawn to the black t-shirt that now clings tightly to his wet body, accentuating every contour of his muscles in a way you hadn't noticed before. During your high school days, you remembered him as a lanky teenager.

Now, you noticed he had put on a lot of muscle mass. His chest was broad and well-defined, his biceps looked like they were about to burst out of his shirt, and his forearms were thick and veiny.

You couldn't help but feel a slight tingle through your core as the thought of running your hands over his muscular chest crossed your mind…

"I like what you did with the ring." He flicked your necklace with his index finger, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh yeah, I, uh, it didn't fit, so... Had to keep it safe, you know." You chuckled awkwardly. "Never took it off."

"Never?" He was shocked.

"Never," You whispered back.

"Your boyfriend okay with having another man's ring around your neck, Sweetheart?"

"I-I-uh- no, no boyfriend." God, why was it like you had forgotten how to speak.

"Noted." You can't help but want to kiss the stupid gin off of his face.

You reminisced about the countless hours you had spent lost in your own thoughts, daydreaming about kissing his lips. Maybe, just maybe, a new beginning would allow Eddie to finally see you in the same light that you had always seen him. Little did you know Eddie also daydreamed about your lips. Especially the memory of watching you say those three words in the airport. It plagued his dreams day and night. He should have said them back, but he was too shocked to react, and before he knew what was happening, you were boarding the airplane to take you far far away from him.

"Okay, love birds, enough of this. We are playing macro polo!" Robin announced, popping the bubble that was you and Eddie.

You were suddenly embarrassed by your behaviour in front of your other friends. You were there to see everyone, not just Eddie, but you can’t help yourself, you have missed him so badly, sometimes you felt like your chest was in physical pain from how much your longed for him.

He still was the last person you thought about before going to bed many nights. Even the times when you had a boyfriend…That’s why none of your relationships worked, because he was right. You wore another man’s ring on your neck and refused to take it off no matter your relationship status. You were forever his, even if you technically never were, but your heart belongs to him.

The rest of the day was filled with laughter and catching up on old times. You tried your best to divide your attention to everyone but somehow you and Eddie were drawn to one another. He needed to be sitting next to you, to touch you whenever he could. To convince himself that you were in fact real and not going anywhere.

To Eddie you were the one that got away. The endless nights he stayed up thinking about you, the day you left, the days and nights spent, platonically, wishing he had just made a move… but maybe that would have made your move all that harder?

The ring was a spur of the moment decision that he was glad he made. He always caught you looking at it. He loved that you loved it and that you would have a piece of him while you were gone. He knew you would protect it and cherish it because he knew how much you knew it meant to him. It was one of the last things that he had left of his mother, and he felt that it symbolizes how much you meant to him…

Saying goodbye to every wasn’t half as painful as the last time you had to do it because it really wasn’t ‘goodbye’ but ‘see you later’.

Eddie offered to walk you to your car, before you left. He wanted to speak with you alone.

“It was really good seeing you” you lean against the door of your car.

“Yeah it really was… Um, hey… look can we talk?”

“Of course, what’s up?”

“I just need to know, why?”

“You gotta be more specific there Teds” you giggle.

“You tell me you love me then run away to England for almost a decade!.”

“Oh.”

How was it that this conversation was happening now, in Steve’s parents driveway? Things were fine a minute ago back in the house?

“How was I supposed to process that? What was I suppose to do with that information? Tell me Sweetheart because let me tell you it really fucked with my head.”

“Teddy I’m sorry, I was so young and scared but I had to let you know… I couldn’t stand the thought of you not knowing.”

“You didn’t even give me the change to say it back…”

“What?”

“ I said you-”

“I know what you said Eddie but you had plenty of chances! We wrote every week and we phone once a month what about them!”

“I can’t do this again…”

“Wh-what?” Your words betrayed you as your voice wobbled.

“It’s good to see you, but I don’t think I can go through all of this again.” Eddie couldn’t stop the words. He didn’t know why he was saying these things? This was not how this was suppose to go. But he was so mad you left him and he never got closure.

“Go through all of what?”

“You left. You left me here in Hawkins while you went out and became someone! I was held back two years, a fucking super senior as you were out in the world without me.”

“Oh I see. So this is my fault?” Now you were pissed. How dare he pin his mistakes on you.

“Forget it.”

You didn’t know what to do. You and Eddie never fought before? Now he’s a perfect stranger and yelling at you because you had left him. But he knew you were to leave eventually. How could he expect you to not go to your dream school? Why did he give you his ring?

“Well if that is how you feel.” You reach up to unlatch the chain from your neck and let go of the thing that had been attached to you for the past seven years.

Without a word you hand it to Eddie, and get in your car and drove home.

You cried the whole way home. It was a miracle you were able to see through the burning tears that stained your cheeks. Fitting that it should start to thunderstorm the second you get out of the car; at least it will hide your tears from your nosey neighbours.

As you stepped inside your apartment, the weight of the day's events pressed heavily on your mind. You reached for the nearest bottle and poured yourself a glass, savoring its amber color and the warmth it brought to your throat. The first glass went down quickly, followed by another and then another, each one helping to ease the pain of disappointment and frustration.

After a few hours of wallowing in self-pity and letting the alcohol work its magic, you finally gathered the courage to walk over to the phone. You braved the hallow ringing as it seemed to go on forever.

There's a fat chance he will answer, but you had to get this off your chest. You still love him.

"Hey, sorry I missed your call, just leave a message after the" beeeeep

"Hey, yeah, it's me... Peach. Just been thinking about everything tonight…And I don't know,” you sniffle. “I just miss you so much. I thought about you all the time… did you think about me? -shit- I’m a little drunk I uh…just ignore that last part. Give me a call back if you can?"

Shit, this was so stupid... could you sound any more desperate? “Did you think about me?” God, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He’s already shot you down twice, but at this point, you would rather be hurt than feel nothing at all. He has found a permanent home within your heart, and the eviction notice has been shredded and burned.

After you hung up the phone, you went straight to bed. You did nothing but toss and turn for two hours. Thinking about Eddie and the words he spoke. You had to do something; you regretted giving him the ring back. Your neck felt bare without it like a part of you was missing.

As the rolling thunderstorm rumbled in the background, you heard a knock on the front door. At first, you were sure it was just the storm playing tricks on your mind. But then, you hear it again - three distinctive knocks that make you freeze in place. You couldn't help but wonder who could be knocking at your door at this hour and in the middle of a storm? Your mind raced with thoughts of potential intruders, lost travellers seeking shelter, or even a neighbour in need of assistance. With a sense of caution, you waited another minute, hoping to hear something that would help me identify the person on the other side of the door.

Again, three more knocks.

You let out a string of curses under your breath as you nervously glance towards the door, wondering who could be knocking at this ungodly hour. The darkness of the night envelopes you completely, with no one else around to offer you any comfort or protection. So you flick on the hallway light for some semblance of comfort.

The howling wind outside only adds to your anxiety as it whips through the trees with a mournful wail. The rain pelts against the ground with a relentless force, creating a deafening crescendo that echoes through the stillness of the night. You feel as though you're trapped in the middle of a horror story or some twisted nightmare.

“Peach, it’s me!” You hear a deep voice coming from the other side of the door as you slowly approach it. You peer through the peephole to double-check, but as soon as you see who is on the other side, you wrench the door open so fast that you almost take it off its hinges.

“Eddie?” You look at him with swollen eyes. "It's one in the morning."

"Quarter after, actually." His heart sank a little when you called him by his actual name.

"Okay?”

"You cheated me out of the chance to say it to your face! That's the least you and I, for that matter, deserved!" Eddie barged his way past you and into your home, not caring that he was leaving a puddle from the relentless downpour. He was drenched from the tips of his hair to the soles of his shoes. "You didn't even let me say it back!"

“You loved me?” The realization of his words sunk in.

“Not loved, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” the disappointment was evident on your face. Eddie could always read you like a book.

“Love, present tense.”

Your heart rate at this point should have been concerning. After all this time?

"and to answer your question, I thought about your every goddamn minute of every goddamn day."

"Please, I didn't mean any of that stuff I said back at Steve's. I don't know what came over me; I'm an idiot, forgive me? I take it all back!"

"You love me?"

"Yes, oh god, yes, I have since the ninth grade and never stopped!" Eddie's heart pounded in his chest as he awaited your reply. Maybe this was stupid? Perhaps he fucked up so badly that it was irreversible. Never did he ever think you would give him the ring back. He knew he fucked up the second you placed it in his hand, but he was too hard-headed to apologize.

When you exited the driveway, he immediately snapped out of his foolishness and started chasing you down the street. No way he was losing you again because of past hurt feelings and pure stupidity on his end. He can't believe he was about to let you walk away from him. Again.

"Please say something?" Eddie pleaded, stepping closer to you.

"I don't know what to say, Eddie? You've been sending me mixed signals all day."

"What is it you need? Space? Time?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"You!"

"Me?"

"I just need you now." With a surge of courage, you stepped forward and closed the distance between you and Eddie.

Heart racing, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, feeling the cold, wet rain residue and softness of his mouth against yours. It was a moment of pure bliss, leaving you breathless.

After years and years of imagining, dreaming, and picturing, this moment finally came to fruition. Some may say it was a manifestation; others might say it was destiny.

An overwhelming heat bloomed from your core and spread throughout your whole body as Eddie’s strong hands explored your exposed skin. Your burning need to overpower the feeling of the coldness of Eddie’s wet, damp clothing. You had been wearing an oversized shirt and underwear when you opened the door, but that only aided him.

His hands trailed up from your hips and slid under your shirt so he could hold you by your waist. As he tasted you, he pressed his body further into you, pushing you back further down the hall towards the bedroom.

"You have me." He pulled away breathlessly as he took you in. Your once dry white shirt was now damp and translucent, sticking to your body. Eddie couldn't help but groan at the sight of your peaked nipples trying to pierce their way through the thin material blocking you from him.

You could feel the pool of arousal collecting in your panties. Never had you been so turned on in your life than in this moment.

“I have you.” You mumble before taking his lips once again. You let his tongue part your lips as he explored your mouth. You tasted like mint toothpaste and a hint of whiskey.

"Baby, I need you now." He moans.

Baby. A plume of butterflies erupted deep within you at the name. There was no going back now; you and Eddie were destined to be together like it was written in the cosmos.

Despite the tension between you two, somehow, you managed to break apart just enough to lead him to the bedroom. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as you both stood there, breathing heavily, staring into each other's eyes.

"You're perfect," Eddie whispered as he backed you up onto the bed that stood in the middle of the room.

You willingly fell back onto the soft sheets below as his lips met yours. Needy hands pulled at the fabric that separated you.

Lightning lit up the room as your silhouettes danced on the walls. Eddie, atop your body, melted into your plush bed as you both stripped fully.

“Please, Eddie,” you whined as he was taking too slow; the wet fabric clung to his clammy skin. He needed warming up, but you knew just the cure. “I’ve waited for so long.”

“Me too, Sweetheart.”

Having been confined for what seemed like an eternity, he was finally able to break free from the shackles of his own clothes that had become a wet and cold prison for him.

You are both now fully naked in your room. You take in the sight of the man before you and what a man he is. Drinking in every last detail your eyes could see in the dim light. He had more tattoos than when you had left, and you were right about his body being more filled out than you remembered. And his cock, so beautiful you could almost cry at how perfect it was.

“God you’re beautiful.” Eddie whispers as he did the same thing.

"So are you." You reach up to take his rough cheek in your palm, gently pulling him down towards you. You sigh into the kiss as you feel Eddie’s weight fall on you.

You can’t help but grind your hips up into his throbbing cock. It’s rock hard as it rests on your soft middle.

Eddie reaches between your two connected bodies and finds your wet pussy with his fingers. A feral moan leaves your lips, and his calloused fingers brush against your swollen, sensitive clit.

The lewd sounds of lips smacking and Eddie playing with your wet pussy fills the room with the pounding of the storm in the background.

“Please, Eddie, I can’t wait. I just need you now.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, please I need your cock so bad.” You begged. There was no time for foreplay; you’ve waited long enough for this moment.

Eddie couldn’t believe this was happening to him.

“I don’t-I didn’t- shut I don’t have-”

“I’m on birth control,” you blurt out.

“You sure?”

“Please, Eddie, I need to feel you… to fill me. All of you.” You craned your neck to reach up and kiss the side of his. You marked him, leaving a significant bite mark that would let everyone know he’s taken. He is yours. Always has been.

“Shit, okay,” he moans as your mouth explores his throat. Eddie would do anything you asked of him at this point.

Eddie slowly guides through your folds, collecting your slick on his shaft, and glides into your pussy.

God, you felt amazing, so wet, so warm, so tight. His perfect girl.

“Oh my god,” you arch up into him so you could feel every inch of him.

“You look so pretty like this.” he mewled as he slowly ground his cock into your needy pussy.

“Fuck fuck fuck” Eddie rambled as he hit the hilt. He slowly dragged his cock back and rocked gently back into you like he didn’t want you to break.

You captured his lips on yours once again, muffling your throaty moans.

Eddie was tender; Eddie was sweet. He wanted to make sure you knew he wasn’t just fucking you; he was making love to you.

God, he loved you, even though all those years separated you. He still loved you.

“Eddie, feels so good!” Your mind was captivated by him. Everything in this moment was eternally Eddie.

Eddie’s hips never stopped, they sped up only a little to gain momentum as the sticky heat between you only grew more are more delicious.

“You feel that baby?”

“Oh god, yes.” You hook your ankles around Eddie's back, pulling him in deeper. His cock hit your g spot with each grind and roll of his hips.

His hands find yours, and he laces his fingers between your own, bringing your hands above your head.

“You make me feel so good; oh god, your pussy is taking me so well, fuckin’ made for me.”

“Mmmmhmmmm,” you agree, “made to be with you,” you moan.

“Yea, baby, you think we were made for each other?”

“Yes,” you answered, too fucked out to be self-conscious about what you were saying.

Your orgasm was quickly building and building as Eddie’s hips continued to grind into yours.

“I love you,” you let slip as Eddie continues to make you feel like you’re floating.

You’ve died and reached heaven. You swore nothing could make you feel better. But you were mistaken; Eddie proved you wrong with the next words that were uttered out of his mouth.

"I love you." He sealed his declaration of love with an emotional kiss.

Your head spun with his words. Did he really just say that? Are you really here? The reality of where you are hits you hard as your orgasm rips through you. You were in bed with Eddie, your Eddie. Eddie, who makes you feel safe and loved and important and worshiped.

“Oh my god, oh my god!”

“Shit-fuck” your cunt clamped down on Eddie so tightly as he tried to hold on a little longer, savouring the moment, trying to hold out as long as possible.

“Where do you want it?” He breathlessly asked.

Still making love to you for as long as he could hold off until you told him you loved him again over and over, totally overcome by the serotonin washing your brain, you don’t even know you’re speaking.

“Inside,” you look up into Eddie’s eyes, and he cums immediately. He swore he never heard more beautiful words.

Eddie slowly pumped himself inside of you as he rode out his orgasm, and you kissed every inch of his face.

“I’m never letting you go.” He sighs as he collapses his body weight on top of yours.

“Good, because I’m never going anywhere without you again.” You incase him in a bear hug as your legs and arms wrap around his body one more.

“I love you, Peach.”

“I love you more, Teddy.”

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milkzoro · 6 months

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i like to eat human flesh

-> zombie lu 🧟‍♂️ (fem!reader)

warnings: MDNI, smut, blood, sharp objects (knives), murder, luffy is zombie, riding, bondage, ‘feedings’, monster fucking, cream pie, knotting

summary: YOU LOCKED YOUR ZOMBIE BOYFRIEND UP IN YOUR BASEMENT, CAN YOU TRUST HIM NOT TO EAT YOU?

☆彡

you waited for the perfect time, you eyed the blond haired man for thirty minutes before deciding to make your move. trembling in your fingertips as the grip on your knife tightened. there was no time for error, it was now or never. feedings always had you feeling like this, the regret and second thoughts consumed your sorry mind. nothing else mattered to you once you remembered the predicament you were in.

the blond didn’t seem much trouble, he only sat there to chain smoke his cigarettes and chat with the pretty women that passed by. he was predictable, and you used that to your advantage. it was becoming later in the night, all traces of people disappeared, leaving only him behind. you then revealed yourself from the lurks of the shadows. a few deep breaths was all you needed to regain your confidence, you carefully made your way closer.

immediately he noticed your presence and started spewing flirty phrases at you. though, you couldn’t register any of his remarks, you could only just move.

he puffed his cigarette and smiled warmly. “hello gorgeous, mind if i-” you quickly raised your knife to his throat, cutting a line horizontally.

blood mist sprayed across face and you heard the thud of a grown man dropping to the floor, the ensemble shaking you to your core. ‘oh my… god? shit… gotta go. now.’

you rushed to bag the man and disposed of any possible evidence. luckily enough, you didn’t run into any witnesses on your commute back, your small house was only a couple more meters away. the mans stiff body weighed a thousand bricks as you dragged him along, you struggled but feeding your boyfriend was your only worry.

your poor baby, you hated doing this but you wanted to take care of him anyway that you could. the first week was the hardest for the both of you.

luffy had been feeling kind of off these past few days but he told you not to worry, he reassured you that it was probably just something he ate and that he had just a little stomach bug.

that wasn’t the case though, you still have no idea what exactly it was but his little ‘stomach bug’ turned out to be so much more life threatening. one afternoon you came home to him violently shaking and foaming at the mouth, he was hardly breathing. once your rushed to join him on the cold floor he stopped.. almost as if he was waiting to share his last breaths with you. he choked and cried as blood drained from his mouth, he was pleading for you.

“y/n- please… help me.” he stoped, every muscle in his body completely still and shut down.

you laid there with his blood staining your hands as you tried to tell him that he would be okay. hot tears never stopping to fall from your face, you held his dying body.

he somehow turned into a lifeless monster, skin cold and eyes blank, he was a zombie? you never thought it was possible it your lifetime but… luffy…

you couldn’t bear loosing your love, so you kept him.

currently he was tied up in tattered ropes but it always wasn’t that way.

his symptoms weren’t so bad in the beginning, but he started to show dark veins trickling up and down his body, he had also gone non verbal.

you tried everything. how was he dead one second, then up and moving the next? it was a confusing time.

you thought medication would solve your problems but that also didn’t work, he refused to take them. you aslo didn’t have access to pharmaceuticals so you tried advil and ibuprofen, it was a sad attempt but you hoped it would do something.

he began to get worse, he threw furniture and had groaning tantrums when you wouldn’t let him leave the house. he was getting stronger and more aggressive, it terrified you but there was no way in hell you’d give up now.

“luuuu..” you spoke quietly as you entered the room. your boyfriend looked so spent and defeated, his limbs were tied to the arms and legs of the chair but his head was tossed back as whines and breathy groans fled his mouth.

his head perked up at the sight of you, never once acknowledging the body you dragged along.

“baby please eat, you haven’t for the past few days, i’m trying everything… you didn’t like the animals i’ve brought you, please what is it you need.”

you pled with your eyes looking desperately into his own, hoping to get some sort of answer. you quickly realized talking wasn’t going to get you anywhere. your warm hand came to softly hold the side of his cold, decaying face. he closed his eyes and growled. with his reaction, it was easy to tell what he was wanting. he was reminding you so much of the old lu..

his eyes grazed every inch of your body as you saw him struggle in his restraints. he wanted you so bad but he didn’t know how to ask for it, he hoped you would get the hint from his motions.

he’s relearned simple words again from listening to you all day, you spent as much time as you could with him in your basement because you felt he would grow lonely without the presence of society. he’s only really learnt commands like, ‘no’ and ‘please’, but you’re grateful for how far he’s come.

it wasn’t until this moment that you knew what he needed, your touch. the way he looked at you and how he would shuffle his hips up in the chair made you so sad. you’ve had him here, tied up, and he just wanted to touch himself, or rather, you.

‘no’. you shook your head. you couldn’t possibly think to fuck your zombie boyfriend. his icy hand all over you, his pretty lips, the way his cock stimulated you perfectly.. ‘no!’ but the thoughts made you curious and you missed the touch of your sweet boyfriend. seeing him needy and somewhat obedient again drove you insane.

it was almost like it really was him, the tender look in his pale eyes made you emotional.

“luffy~ hi babes.” you touched his icy skin, all fear leaving your body seeing him act so delicate.

“so.. you’re not hungry lu?” you gestured to the brown sack bag in the corner of the room with blood patches staining the outside. he shook his head quickly, low growls muttering through his chapped lips.

“and you’re not gonna bite me if i touch you? right baby?” you kneel down before him feeling up the length of his jeans, playing with the stubborn buttons and zips.

a deep hunger like moan rippled in the room, he moved his hips up again but you removed your hands.

“say something lu- you’re not going to hurt me, right?”

he couldn’t formulate proper words with some of his vocal cords mutilated but you could understand him most of the time. the vibrato in his voice dragged along.

“mmHghhhhgahHh y-y/naahGghhAgg-”

he nodded his head to agree to your previous question, growls and snarls accompanying his eager movements. his moans were like no other, he truly was a monster. though, you couldn’t help but fall apart at the sounds of hearing him call out your name again.

luffy looked so innocent tied up in his ropes, you wanted to take care of him. if he wasn’t gonna eat, you could at least help him feel good. the growing knot in your stomach also wanted to please your helpless zombie boyfriend.

“fuck it.” you muttered. “let me help you luffy, gonna take these off okay?”

you played with the buttons of his pants, struggling to get them off. the nerves mixed with anticipation made you tremble. you haven’t touched your boyfriend in a few weeks, though it truly felt like an eternity.

luffy couldn’t wait either, and it showed when you saw many wet spots decorating his gray boxers.

a gasp escaped your lips as you saw the sheer width of him through the thin fabric. you were unsure if it was some sort of zombified mutation or if it was his pent up frustration, but he was thick.

he was moving more and more at the slightest touches from you but the ropes held his top half relatively still, his whines growing restless. luffy was trying to let you know that he needed you now, he prayed that you understood his intentions.

you finally got his boxers off and your eyes widened, your panties collecting moisture at the sight of him.

his fat, curved cock sprung up with such elasticity, he smacked hard against his torso. he looked so beautiful. so wide and leaky, his tip was black as night fading all the way down to his ghostly pale base. it made you squirm, remembering that he was undead.

he growled again at you, he was becoming more vocal as to say, ‘hurry up’.

hearing his deep moans made your tummy flutter, you rushed to undress yourself. the chill air of the basement made you shiver, you needed him to stretch you out.

you raised yourself onto his lap to line your entrance up carefully with his twitching cock, preparing to lower yourself down slowly.

his devious mind had other ideas, completely ignoring your preparations and fucking himself up to meet his thighs with your ass, bottoming out as he stretched your tight little hole.

“luffy!!!” you cried, you didn’t have the chance to adjust to his width, you sat there for a moment with your face hung in the crook of his neck, tears falling from your face.

it took quite some time but you thought you were ready to move. with tears still trickling, you began to rock your hips. the pain slowly turned into pleasure.

luffy’s thick cock stirred inside you, hitting more spots than from when he was human. you stretched so beautifully around him, making a mess all over his thighs. the combination of his harsh thrusts and semi-automatic dick rutting inside you had you slamming down hard on him, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you were trapped.

with his arms still tied, he only hadso much to work with, his cock and his drooling mouth. he felt his orgasm coming with the sight of your pretty face finally comsumed with the pleasure of his monster dick. his balls so heavy from not being drained for several weeks, he needed to release in you.

he felt your tight muscles clench around the base of his cock, groaning deeply with you. his thick load ready to destroy your insides.

his devilish urges couldn’t escape, he needed to bite. with the mix of waves of pleasure and the loud whimpers foaming from your mouth, it only felt natural. he lowered his head to the crevasse of your neck as you bounced on his pulsing cock, riding out your orgasm. he sucked hard on your warm skin, wetnesses and drool dripping down your collarbone. the feeling making you dizzy and incoherent, you didn’t feel the pain until it was too late. his suckles formed into nibbles.

your moans quickly turned into yelps, you were still surrounding his heavy cock but almost immediately you recovered from your orgasm.

the taste of your sweet blood filled him, giving him more energy then ever. you felt his cock stiffen again inside of you. “l-luffy! what are you doing! stop it!!” you struggled to move, his cock thickening within your gummy walls.

he was knotted, his tip so large you couldn’t escape. with his mouth still attached, he fucked into you harder. the taste of your rich blood and the ecstasy of your perfect cunt, it felt as if he was alive again.

your screams where ignored as he used your pathetic little body, completely lust and blood drunk.

the mix of feelings confused you, the pleasure you felt in your core was other worldly, but was it worth being fed on? you began feeling lightheaded as he drained you of blood cells, you couldn’t separate from him and he didn’t stop. you went limp on his body, reality started to fade away..

you eventually woke up, the room was quiet and the chair was empty. ‘did he escape?’ panic started to settle in, how could you let this happen? you knew he was a threat!

shuffling footsteps was all you heard behind you, it was hard to move from all of your injuries but he was met with you soon enough.

all his teeth were on display as he smiled devilishly at you, darkened blood painted from his chin to his chest.

he limped closer to you, groans and growls echoing in the confinement of your cold basement.

“luffy- please, don’t do this!! baby!! it’s me!” you tried, as if a pathetic plea would stop such a monster..

*munch munch munch*

he eats you :3

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multi-fandom-imagine · 6 months

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Hi! So at the end of Loki how he becomes part of the multiverse tree and everything resets. but what if the reader still remembers Loki so she goes to look for him and try to give him a happy ending.

It's so sad because Loki should have a happy ending and seeing what happens in the finale of the show I would like to see him not end up alone.🥺

A/n: I WILL GIVE LOKI HIS HAPPY ENDING, p.S…Wanda is also alive cause I said so. So yea obviously I changed a lotttt of things.

Side note: was gonna make Sylvie switch places for Loki’s but I didn’t want to be called stupid 😂. But if you want it as an alt end then I’ll write it.

You didn’t understand, you couldn’t understand why people couldn’t remember him. Why? Mobius,Sylvie, not one of them remembered Loki.

You refused to believe this, he couldn’t be gone, you had to do something, you had to fix this. Ignoring Mobius calling out your name, you were determined to find him, you will save Loki and you had to go to the one person that would help, the one person that could help.

Wanda

Your heart hammered as you came upon the home, the same little house you had found for the woman, one reality where she can finally be happy. You just hoped she would remember her love. You hoped that what ever Loki had done hadn’t reset this life.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the door. Your hand knocking on the door though relief flooded your body when the woman said your name, her head tilted to the side.

“You remember me?! Oh thank god…Wanda I need your help?”

Wrinkling her nose Wanda stepped side letting you come into her home. “Why wouldn’t I remember….what’s wrong?”

Patting your lips you ran you nervously bit your lip as you started explain everything to your friend. “And now he’s stuck in the Loom and nobody remembers him but us and he’s alone and I can’t.” Shaking your head you grasped the edge of your shirt. “Please Wanda! You’re the only one that can help me.”

Wanda hated seeing you like this, you were one of the kindest people she knew. You were the only one that helped her, the believed in her. Glancing over her shoulder, she nodded her head as she grasped your hand gently. “Of course, let’s just find a place that’s not my front yard.”

Giving one last look at her family she tugged you to her car. While she knew what this would mean, she was grateful for your friendship.

•

Stepping through the portal, you glanced over your shoulder spotting the woman struggling to keep it open. “It’s okay Wanda you can let go.”

Tears sliding down her cheeks, Brooke gave you a weak smile. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, and thank you.” Turning away from the closing portal you took a deep breath taking a glance at your surroundings. Did he really subject himself to this? It felt so lonely here, so isolated.

You didn’t care if people will forget you, it didn’t matter because you would have Loki, he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

A smile formed on your lips as you spotted the man sitting on a thorn. The once heart broken look on his face was replaced with a look of disbelief, your name spilling from his lips.

“It’s can’t, this must be a cruel joke.” This bad to be some illusion, something is mind made up to push back the loneliness he felt.

Giving him a teasing smile you stepped forward kneeling down in front of him. Your hands grasping his gently. “I’m not very good at jokes but I can assure you that I am very real.”

Clutching your hand tightly he was afraid that if he let go than you’d just vanish. “You must go back you can’t-.”

Placing your hand on his cheek, you let your thumb glide across his skin. “Well, it’s a bit to late for that now.” You then pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips then smiled resting your head against his feeling Loki draw you in close. “So now you’re going to have to put up with me.”

“Thank you.” Loki whispered holding you tight, hr might be stuck protecting all the time lines but at least he wasn’t alone anymore.

At least he had you.

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natailiatulls07 · 6 months

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You're gonna leave me, aren't you?

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Summary - They were bestfriends then lovers but in end they were strangers left with the memories of what was

Warnings - mention of his father, mention of Jules Bianchi’s death, bad google translate, breaking up, sad ending kind of??

2015

Max met her in secondary school, his life was crazy. Between juggling school, his fathers harsh parenting and formula three, he met Y/n. They became bestfriends almost immediately.

Y/n was like a breath of fresh air in his chaotic lifestyle. Always patient and understood if he couldn't hang out. It did help that she knew what Max was getting himself into, her father would watch formula one and he was a big fan of the sport.

When Max got signed to Toro Rosso in 2015, Y/n was the first one he told. He remembers the phone call oh so well.

After a couple of rings, Max heard her through his phone. She sounded tired but would always have a cheery aura to her even through the phone.

"Max are you alright?" It was then when Max realised that Australia, where he was for the grand prix, was six hours ahead of the Netherlands. This meant that it was currently four am for Y/n.

"Yeah sorry, I just realised what time it is for you..." He tooking a sharp breath, debating whether he should let Y/n sleep and tell her later. "I have news, it's very exciting!"

Max heard her shuffle in bed. "Oh yeah, go on"

"You better be clearing you schedule because I'm going to be in formula one!!" Y/n's audible gasp was heard through the phone. "Formula one zonneschijn!"

Of course since it was the middle of the night, Y/n kept her celebration quiet. So in hushed whispers she replied. “No way! Max that’s amazing”

Max could of sworn he heard her voice break. Was she crying? “I’m so proud of you Maxy!”

Max swears that day was the day he fell in love with her. They were only 17 and 16, mere teenagers. But his whole perspective of her changed.

Sadly Y/n couldn’t make his formula debut but he knew that she was watching on from home. She was studying, trying to get through college and through to university.

Of course the two kept close, face times and messages became important to them as Max was travelling his way around the planet.

Soon enough Max caught up the courage to ask her out over summer break. He took her to their favourite restaurant. And whilst on the date, he then asked her to be his girlfriend to which she nodded excitedly with a big smile on her face.

Everyone was happy for the new couple, admittedly upset they didn’t see much of the two together because of their privacy and schedules.

2016

It was in 2016 when Max started driving for Redbull racing that he also started to drift from Y/n. He didn’t want to and it wasn’t a choice he made easily.

Of course growing up, Max saw what happens in motorsport. He knew it was dangerous and always life threatening.

Max was in the paddock when he watched Jules Bianchi crash in 2014. He knew how it effected Jules’ close family and friends, Max was friends with Charles who struggled.

He remembers being told that Jules died after Jules was in a coma for nine months.

And Max didn’t want that weight on Y/n if something were to happen. He didn’t want the press to crowd her and he didn’t want to give her that much grief.

So he drifted, as much as he hated it, he drifted away from. This of course drew red flags for Y/n.

Before they would text non stop every day but now Max barely replied. Before they would spend almost all his free time together, binge watching their favourite shows or eating at their favourite restaurant or even just napping together.

But now Max would intentionally fill his time with work, much like his father once did. He remembers looking in the mirror and just seeing his father, that scared him but it didn’t stop him.

Y/n had managed to get ahold of Max, she called him asking if he could meet her at their favourite restaurant. Unlike her usual cheery tone, she sounded deflated.

Pulling up to the restaurant, he saw her through the window sat at their table. And as he walked in, he didn’t receive his usual warm hug from her so he just sat down opposite. Looking at her as if he didn’t know what was going on.

“Hey what’s up?” Max asked the girl opposite him. He was scared of her, she wasn’t Y/n.

“Um…how do I say this?” Her soft voice came out still as deflated as before. What Y/n said next hit, the new formula one driver hard. “You’re gonna leave me…aren’t you?”

It was as if everything around Max had stopped. Only then did he realise what he did to her. Max thought that this was the best option, drifting away, but instead what he had done was make her feel unloved and feel like the relationship was one sided. “No. No of course not zonneschijn!”

He was quick to protest but was quick shushed when Y/n started to shake her head. “Max…please don’t, don’t try to tell me different because you are…you’re gonna leave, it’s okay”

Collecting her stuff, Y/n started to leave. Max couldn’t do anything, he knew what he’d done and he knew he could come back from that. “I love you Max…always have and always will” Y/n whispered before turning her back to him and leaving.

Max watched her walk out of the restaurant and walk home, he felt ashamed and regretful that he lost the best thing he’ll ever have. But he promised to keep her in his heart until the day that he would die.

2023

It was over seven years since Max last saw her but he never let her out of his heart and mind. He had just won his third world championship and Sky Sports had pulled him over to have a quick interview.

“Hi Max! Well done on your third world championship, how are you feeling?” The sky sport journalist asks whilst Max is handed his mic.

“Yeah I feel so grateful that I am able to achieve this for the third time” Max smiles politely, not the biggest fan of post race/sprint interviews but pr insist.

“Is there anyone who you feel like you owe this to? Any family? I know that your father is very supportive of your career”

“Um yeah…” He takes a pause, and then his mind goes back to his sunshine, Y/n. “I think I’ll have to thank an old friend…she knows who she is, I hope she knows that I appreciate and love her more and more everyday” Looking into the camera, Maxs heart tells him that she is there watching from home supporting him.

He also knew that everyone knew who he was talking about, they always did.

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Season of Love (4/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you told Toto, "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That was the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong. Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader team principal. Genre: Romance, comedy, and some good drama. Author's note: Thank you for all the love!

Dances with Wolff Arc Chapter 4: No brakes, just love!

Austria

When you arrive at the pitlane in Spielberg, you notice a couple of heads turning towards you on your way to the W garage after your long absence.

Toto's eyes look intensely at you as you cross past the Mercedes' garage. Yes, he looks mad. Oh boy, that's one conversation you want to avoid having so bad.

—Did all go well? —Michael asks you as he greets you with a hug once you get in there; he is standing next to Millie's car, and his wording takes you slightly by surprise; you look at him, somewhat alarmed, as a different idea crosses your mind. —Your business trips, I mean —he clarifies as he notices your confused face.

—Oh, that, yes, the business trips, yeah, all good. Thank you! —you change topics as fast as possible, not wishing to lie to Michael. —Have I missed much?

—Well, it got interesting to say so.

—What?

He turns you around and nods towards a hurt-looking Charles Leclerc supervising his Ferrari car, crunched and pointing something while talking to a mechanic.

Charles has his hands covered in bandages, and his face is all bruised. What on earth! You lock eyes with him, and he looks surprised to see you there, then frowns at you slightly. You point your index finger to the left, and he gets your "See you in that narrow corridor where no one will see us."

—WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!? —You rush to take a good look at him when he catches your step, honestly concerned.

—That's what I asked myself! By "See you soon," you meant in four weeks! Good thing you didn't say, "See you in a while"!

—I'm sorry.

—Yeah, you better be! I texted you god knows how many times!

—I know, I'm sorry.

—Yeah, I'm really pissed at you, Y/N!

You look down at the floor, fucking sad. Charles notices it.

—But I'm even more glad and grateful to have you back —Charles pulls you into a tight hug, avoiding pressuring his bandaged hands against your body. —You had me worried.

You take a good peek at those.

—Second-degree burns on each. Something wrong went with my car; they are still investigating it. I lost brakes and control of her; thank god there wasn't a concrete wall or metal barrier and fence nearby, just rows of bumpers and forest beyond; a part at the front of the car caught fire due to the extreme friction, and that burned me.

You look at him, very pale, with your eyes widened.

—I know, I get what could have happened, but it didn't —Charles looks away with watery eyes. —So, let's move on. I'm not stopping racing.

You wipe a tear coming down your face.

—Oh no, no, I'm fine. It will take a minute, but I will be ready for the Dutch GP.

—Like a turkey put in an oven.

—I'll be fully cooked by then!

You both laugh; you missed your silly times with Charles so much. You picture him in a puffy turkey costume, struggling to get inside his car, not fitting.

—I'm glad you are alright; well, you know what I mean. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you when you needed it.

—It's okay, you are now.

Hi, honey! Yeah, no... Hi! Toto!? No! Once more... Hello Tots! Better! Remember that time when we fucked the shit out of each other, and then I disappeared for weeks? I'm back now! How is it going, my love? Yeah, like any of that is going to work.

You wait for the rest of the Mercedes team to leave their garage to slowly approach him, taking your time with each step, fighting your urge to run away.

—A text would have been nice —He tells you as soon as he feels you near, his eyes reading a graph slide on his iPad. Okay, that's a really icy tone.

—I'm sorry. I...

—Uhmju. So... —he closes the tablet's case, gets on his feet, fully upright, his height towering over you, and leans against the control center table, looking straight at you. —Business trips, huh? —he crosses his muscular arms. —Where have you really been? —Even if you are that nervous, you can't avoid peeking at his attractive flexed biceps.

—In Belgium. I had a personal emergency.

—What happened? —he swifts his tone to slightly concerned.

—I can't tell you.

He frowned at your answer, which was not good enough for him.—I see. It's not like it matters that you vanished for a month without a trace or warning and that didn't answer any of my worried calls or my sleepless late-night texts —Toto says.

—Toto, I-

—It's not like you have to explain a thing to me. It's not like I worried anyway —Toto interrupts you with a lot of sarcasm, moving to place his things inside his briefcase. —Well, I do really have a business trip to go. Excuse me —he passes you by, inches away, dodging your body.

He leaves you standing there, alone in the now empty Mercedes' garage. —I'm happy to see you —you say softly to yourself as you watch him walk further away in the distance, feeling you are about to cry.

How can his voice go from soft and sweet to sexy and guttural to authoritarian and commanding to this condescending and cold one? It needs to be studied.

The following day, Toto is nowhere to be seen. Sam notices you glancing around the paddock, looking for him near the Merc area. You don't feel like losing him, and you are there to try again to offer him an apology.

—He is in Germany. He will be here later —she tells you as she reaches you after exiting the Mercedes hospitality. —Hi! We didn't have a chance to talk yesterday; it's been crazy days for this team! How did it go?

—He is so mad at me anyways —you let out very sad. Sam can't avoid feeling sorry for you, which you notice and hate.

—He has been under much pressure lately; we are still in P3 at Constructors and Drivers, and we got disqualified in Canada to add more to his stress.

—What?!

—Tecnicallities and human errors, which had him fuming. Plus, all the drama in his personal life with you missing.

—And the Sussie drama, too, probably.

—Sussie's drama?! —she looks at you perplexed, like a second head had grown from your neck.

—I had dinner at Lewis before Matthew's call. He mentioned at the table that she was staying with him at his place in Monaco; he made it sound like they were still in a relationship but on rocky times.

—Toto is not that type —Sam reassures a slightly insecure-looking you. —I would ask him about it, but he no longer confides in me. By the way, now Toto knows when I lie —that's why Samanta hates letting his walls down; it makes her more vulnerable to others. —You don't know how many times he asked me things; I denied knowing what was going on with you or where you were every time, but not once he believed me. It got worse when he noticed a nervous Niki looking straight at me whenever he came to inquire. So it will be best if you let me out of the loop, but only a bit, eh?

You look stunned at her; wow, Toto did really know Sam; reading her was so difficult. Then you move to answer her previous question, informing her: —The plan is still on track, with no significant alterations. We ran a couple of scenarios with the tactics department, and it all went well; even Pascal joined us to give his input. It felt weird to be back at the manor, like somehow I didn't belong there anymore; I missed my new life and you guys so fucking much!

—Pascal went to the manor?! —Sam's eyebrows go up in the air, stunned.

—No, no, he joined us in a secure call line. You know Matt doesn't allow him there; plus, he is still under house arrest in Hungary.

—Oh yeah, I forgot about that; it's been a while —Sam scratches her head. —Are you nervous?

—Yes.

—I will be there by your side —she squeezes your hand.

—Oh no, I don't want you even near all that.

—And everyone missed you too! The group was worried!

It hits you differently now, by how things turned out.

But you can't avoid thinking that you are in Toto's homeland, which makes your mind wander to the dangerous thoughts you have been avoiding all day.

All those what-ifs?

What if you hadn't left?

What if Toto wasn't mad at you?

What if he had taken you to a romantic dinner in Vienna?

What if he had shown you his favorite places from growing up?

You also can't escape the thought of Toto's family.

What if they showed up?

What if you had met them?

What if you got introduced to them?

Of course, none of this will happen because you two aren't a thing yet. You killed your chances, and now you two are just friends who slept with each other and desire one another, but just that.

Oh god, you pray you two aren't really just that.

You screwed things with Toto so fast, don't you? It happened sooner than you expected to.

It's late. Toto arrives at his remote office straight from the jet in the late afternoon and stays working till dark. He has several papers to read and sign and essential things to approve; he needs quietness and no one bothering or interrupting, which is impossible during work hours. He sees you walk past behind the tinted windows of his headquarters. It is unusual for you to be around at these hours.

The lane is empty, and your heels sound louder than they should. All building facades remain lit, and only a couple of rooms inside them have the lights on for those late stayers, making the paddock feel less lonely than it should as you rush to your car on your way out. It was a tough day and an awful one.

Toto grabs his things and tries to reach you; he is angry and stressed, but it is not all your fault. He closes the door loudly, on purpose. You turn around at the sound, jumping a bit. He is about to crack a joke to ease things and come closer waving a peace flag but notices your red eyes from crying. His expression changes to one of honest concern.

—Shit —you let out softly, under your breath. He is the last person you want to meet in this state.

He comes close and stares at you for a good second. You don't say a word, and he tightly wraps you in his arms. He is warm and smells so good. You bury your head in his chest and meld in his embrace. He rests his chin on the top of your head; the height difference makes it comfortable for him.

—Feel like talking about it? —Toto says sweetly.

—No.

—Okay, it's all good. You don't have to. Can I hold you till you feel better?

—Yes, please —you softly sob; you feel like a little girl in his arms. He makes you feel like that all the time. You are only a couple of years younger than him. But he is such a grown-up in your eyes. And you are a fragile, weak thing on the constant verge of breakdown.

You cry in his arms, and he wipes and kisses your tears away. You melt inside. This man is too much.

He carries you in his arms inside the modern Mercedes building to the unlit, empty lobby; you two cuddle on the floor, Toto's back against the hallway wall, on top of the silver arrows logo carpet, and you lay on his chest, your legs crossing his.

Toto apologizes: —I shouldn't have said those things like that, but I was sore.

—I understand where it comes from. It's okay, I get it. I missed you so much —you let Toto know; he leans his forehead on yours, noses touching too.

And you kiss. You feel Toto's warm and soothing lips on yours, and you two start to tenderly and sweetly make out; it's warm, wet, and intimate, and when you are to caress his neck with your hand, almost out of breath but not able to stop, he suddenly breaks it off, taking you by surprise.

—We should leave; we don't want fines on our way for overstaying. Stay with me tonight.

You nod, agreeing.

It's an exquisite bathroom the one in his hotel suite, with white walls decorated with the French boiserie technique and polished marble white floors with ornamental gold flowers hand-painted on the large tiles. Tall windows let the light enter behind the light curtains. A large frame mirror with gold edges sits against the wall and over the floor.

You two share the white bathtub, a 19th-century piece with gold leaf borders; you are happily placed on top of him inside it in the warm water, rubbing the expensive bamboo mesh loofah on his naked chest while he lets you know every detail about his trip to Germany and the crazy weeks he had while placing small kisses on your shoulders, neck, and mouth every once in a while.

After that relaxing and repairing scented bath, you make it to the bed, and since all your things are in your hotel room, you steal one of his t-shirts as pajamas, both knowing quite well it's too tempting that you sleep butt naked on top his mattress, you both have to wake up early the following morning, and it's been a hectic day. Still, you decide not to wear underwear beneath it.

You make yourself comfortable on his bare firm chest, tracing small circles with your fingers on his pecks; Toto is only wearing tight navy blue and light fabric boxers, which make his bulge look so fine down there; you feel him pat your ass skin softly; and placing his large hand there before falling asleep.

If none of you were this tired and this emotionally drained right now, you would be about to reach an orgasm at this point.

You wake up early and share the room-service breakfast you ordered; you give Toto some of your fruit to his mouth, and he shares with you his salmon bagel; emotions always open the appetite before leaving the room with enough time to arrive at the circuit, you need to make a stop at your hotel before heading to the track.

When the SUV arrives at the drop-off entrance in front of the hotel's baroque facade, Toto pulls you into a kiss in the backseat, leaving you gasping for more before you exit the car.

—We still have free time, so —you whisper against his lips.

He smiles at you. Toto drags you to the elevators faster than an F1 car.

You both enter your hotel suite and go straight to the bed, clothes getting out in the way on your path.

He spreads you on your knees, on all fours, on top of the mattress, at the border of the bed, while he fucks you doggy style while on his feet. You bounce against his hard cock, skin slapping, moans coming out from both sides when the tip of his dick hits the spot inside you. Every time, more desperate strokes. He slaps you on the ass. His open palm hits your right ass cheek, leaving a mark.

Then he grabs you firmly by the hips, adding pressure, and starts to give it to you harder and faster. You can't stop moaning from the pleasure. You are being so loud, but you don't care; you feel done holding back or hiding any emotions that man makes you feel.

What Toto does to you next is unholy. He runs his hands along your arms till he reaches your palms, then wraps them around his own neck to make you support yourself, provoking you to arch your back. His free left hand caresses your chin and neck, then softly chokes you, making you turn your face to look straight at him.

Holding you in that position, he starts playing with his tongue inside your mouth. He licks your lips and bites them while adding pressure against your hips and buries his right fingernails in your right soft tigh. He is as inside you as he can. He is aching for you more every second.

He starts rocking himself against you, hitting your pussy and ass faster this time around. He has you moaning incoherently. The rhythm is so good; he fucks you in that position for a while till you start to feel so warm inside with each penetration; he is hard as fuck. And you feel you can't keep it together any longer. The pleasure is unbelievable. And you want to release. You start begging him to stop, well knowing you mean don't you dare! —Baby, I can't! Baby! I can't take it anymore! —You feel a hot sensation running down your legs. —Toto! —you moan as you start squirting all over your thighs and his.

—Fuck! —he growls, almost bestially, against your ear, getting drunk on your sents and fluids.

He shifts his whole body weight against yours, slowly pushing and pinning you down, your tummy against the mattress. Toto extends your arms and intertwines your hands and fingers with his in a sort of arrow position, completely topping you, rocking his hips in circles against your ass; you feel buried under his weight till Toto moans intense cumming noises to your ear, those noises drive you mad. He sounds so hot when he finishes.

—Stay in —you beg him. Oh, how he looks at you, what his eyes express makes your heart melt. You want him to be obsessed with you, to breathe you. It's borderline toxic, but that's how infatuated you are with him. You two remain in that position while kissing the life out of each other. You can feel him swing his hips every once in a while till his erection fades away.

Toto is the first one to step out of the shower; you enjoy the view of him butt naked, his wet hair dripping, the drops traveling through his bare chest down his abs and lower body while he strokes his length and legs with the towel, getting dry.

Once you are dry, too, and wrapped in a bathrobe, you start picking your clothes from the entryway floor; you two barely made it to the bed, unable to contain yourselves a second more, before going to the dressing room to select your outfit for today.

Toto is again putting on his Mercedes uniform, now in a bit of a rush.

You are looking for your thong everywhere on the carpet, not knowing where it flew; you want to avoid the maid the awkward moment; it's the only piece of clothing missing.

—I'm happy to have you back —he says with his whole heart, looking at you while finishing buttoning up his shirt.

—I counted the days to be back with you —you say, emotional. Toto comes close, kisses the palm of your hand, and licks your index finger.

—I hope you don't need to leave again soon, but if you do, these stay with me —he is holding your panties hostage in his black jeans left pocket.

None of you feel like saying goodbye and keep finding excuses in the form of kisses and petting to postpone it. Still, you must be discreet and professional and somehow manage to be together amidst everything in your life. It is a high-risk and conflict-of-interest kind of relationship on all fronts, but it feels worth it to you that you are ready to risk it all for him.

Sam, Charles, and you are hanging out in a famous high-end bakery in Vienna. The place is very bright, with high ceilings, white walls with mint accents of color, greenery, and modern gold lamps give the place its character; a massive large white wood display counter bar is full of rows of delicious pieces of bread and desserts, the clear wooden floors, light wood furniture, and small tables make it feel cozy. The place smells so good and feels warm.

Your mood is entirely different now. Sam stares at you while slurping dramatically and loudly the remains of her chocolate frappe through the straw.

—What? —you say while chewing your sacher würfel when you notice her eyes on you.

—They fucked —Charles adds before Sam can open her mouth. You two turn his way. He moves his hand in a kind of I recognize that smile on her while holding his vanilla kipferl.

—Yes —You admit, all blush. —But we discussed things too! —you rush to add.

—You told him where you went and what happened? —Charles asks you.

—You asked him about the Sussie thing? —Sam asks you.

Both at the same time.

—Well, no...

They roll their eyes at you.

Then Sam looks at you like you are crazy. —Then what did you two discuss? WAIT! Did you tell Charles?

—Of course, she told me! We are roomies AND besties!

Then Sam acts all jealous. —Hey! Get your own best friend!

—Charles intercepted me on my way out of the apartment; he only knew I would be out of town for a while —you clarify to Sam quickly before she slips out something important. —By the way, how is "abs" doing? —then you address Charles.

Samanta looked confused; she had never heard that name before. —Who is "abs"?

—Our womanizer neighbor in Monaco.

Still blank.

—The blond dude with long hair in a man-bun that's all ripped and has insane abs? —Charles gives her input.

Sam shakes her head.

—The one who is always shirtless and looks like Thor? He lives in the apartment right across our hallway and door —You add.

—No idea —she says, feeling left out.

—He is nice. Well... Yeah, it is hard to define. Sometimes, he hides from his conquests at our place after having fun, waiting for them to go. But he is hilarious and brings beers on cheat day Thursday —Charles explains.

—You going to love him, trust me, he is a sweet and trustworthy brute —you tell Sam.

A Twitter notification sounds on Millie's phone.

"Oh, miss Normani, it's great to have you back! Ferrari's red is a color that suits your skin so well; God bless the QUEEN!🐝🇬🇧" a video is attached along with the Sky Sports tweet. A stunning, athletic young girl walks down the paddock lane wearing impeccable street-style clothing, looking so chic, cameras flashing photos at her; Lewis's clothing game is getting challenged.

—Trouble is on our way —Millie hands her phone to Michael.

—Oh, yeah, I heard the rumor at the start of the season that she would be taking the reserve driver seat for them, but that it went cold —Michael adds.

—Your sources are shit then —Millie jokes. He softly pushes her out of his way, joking.

—Well, let's give her a fight! —He motivates Millie.

—Certainly, I didn't see this one coming our way —Christian lets out after getting the news.

—Sorry, but who is she? —Helmut asks him.

—She's just the biggest name in girls' racing ever, no big deal —he jokes sarcastically.

—The one that disappeared at the top of her game? I followed the scandal back in the day —Checo admits.

—Well, she is no longer on hiatus, it seems. Good thing is only for a few races! —Christian says while following her with his gaze as she enters the Ferrari headquarters.

—Mattia almost shit his pants when she finally answered him back. You are going to adore her. Normani is THE thing! —Charles gossips with Sam and you in the armchairs in the lobby of the Williams headquarters. —She lives in London and knows excellent places to hang out next week. I invited her to join us.

—I love the idea; this group always has room for another girl.

Once you are back at the circuit after lunch, you catch Toto sitting alone at a large picnic table under the shadow of a tree in an area further away from the hospitality and garages, working with his phone in hand. That man is all work, when will he relax? You go on your way there to annoy him so much.

—There is an entire long empty bench, and you sit right next —He tells you, in a deep voice but joking, arching his eyebrow, sensing your body against his.

You smile and giggle, getting even closer to him, almost blending with his side.

—God —he lets out exasperated but crosses an arm behind you and places his hand on top of yours, caressing it.

Then you move to get your things out of your large Bottega Venetta tote bag to work by his side; you have emails to answer.

You two get in the zone and focus on your tasks till you notice Toto moving his head to nose in your business.

—What's that mail for? Who are you sending it to? Why are you sending it? Hey, don't look at me like that. You are the one who chose to sit right next. I ask questions all the time; that's my job.

—Okay, but the annoyance part is my job in our relationship —you dare to shoot your shot, to see how he reacts, what he says.

You obtain no comment; he simply replies: —You have a fake job, remember?

Then, you slowly and overdramatically close your small and slim laptop with a single finger.

Toto looks at you with his eyes half closed and chin up.

—My secrets aren't for free, my love —you joke. You regret that wording later.

—Okay —He pays you with a couple of quick kisses; you are in a not very transit area and have enough privacy to do so. —What were you doing in Belgium?

—I meant the Williams-related ones; those are the ones for sale!

—Oh! Those I don't care about; we are about to bite you guys in the ass, anyways! —he says, overconfident, teasing you.

—Toto, dreaming is for free, don't you know?!

Toto was right; Lewis and George make a one-two. Normani gets on the podium, too, leaving Millie out. Well, that was quite the introduction for her.

Very late at night, you hear knocks on your suite door; you leave your warm and cozy bed to attend it. It's Toto.

As soon as you open the door, you feel a pair of lips on yours.

—I thought I would be sleeping all alone and sad after today's race on this chilly night —you pout, stopping kissing a second.

—Sorry, I went out to celebrate with the boys —Toto is a bit tipsy; he is wearing casual clothing now; layering looks so good on him! He is wearing a black turtle neck long-sleeve shirt under a very expensive cashmere grey, plain, modern blazer paired with black pants, loafer shoes, and an obsidian and silver bracelet; his hair is messy.

Toto gets sillier and more relaxed when in that state, a thing you love, and also he gets hornier, too, to your pleasure.

The rustic fireplace is on, keeping the spacious room warm. You witness Toto rearrange the area; Toto pushes the coffee table out of the way in the sitting area right in front of the fire and brings pillows from the bed to let them fall on top of the puffy brown rug in there.

Then he comes for you and takes you there by the hand. You two lay there wrapped in each other arms, making out. Toto's hands are on your ass and hips.

—Cozy and warm enough, baby girl? —he asks against your lips.

—Eh... —you shrug, joking. He smiles at you, then combs your hair tenderly with his fingers.

—Is there a chance you have a condom? We used the one in my wallet in the morning.

You shake your head; oh, bummer!

—Is it okay if I finish outside?

You feel your body shiver at his words.

—Yes. It's okay.

Clothes start to go out of the way; he gets you naked in no time; you are only wearing a black one-piece, sexy satin lace nightdress. He moves to help you get him undressed. His eyes go all over your body. —I keep fantasizing about what I'm going to do to you.

He takes you by surprise. Your cheeks turn red.

When you are both naked, he pushes you closer by the ass, making you spread your legs to give him room to get in the middle; you are sitting in a lotus position, your legs flexed over his, your thighs touching his thighs, he runs his hand all over your leg down to your ankle, you wrap your hands around his neck while you kiss.

Then, he slowly starts to lay you low on your back, making you lay on the pillows; he helps you make yourself comfortable on them and starts playing with your nipples, licking them with the tip of his tongue and biting them softly while locking eyes with you. He cups your tit and sucks it into his mouth; after a bit, he moves his way down. He starts eating your pussy like he is starving; you feel his wet tongue deep in you. He loves giving small kisses to your clit, provoking you to moan a lot. —I love running my tongue over every inch of you —he lets you know.

—Do you feel like to 69? —you ask him in the middle of a moan.

—Please —his voice is rough.

You sit on top of him, and you feel him burying his face in you, hand squeezing your ass while continuing to taste your pussy; amidst your loud moans, you start stroking his length and go down on his cock; you love his dick inside your mouth. You are giving him head so good that he stops for a minute to breathe heavily and moan.

—Fuck! I want to make it inside you; if you keep going, I'm going to burst inside your mouth.

—I wouldn't mind, but I love having you inside me, too.

You are more than wet and him more than hard when he slowly enters you. You both savor the movement. Then he flexes your left leg up and supports your calf on his shoulder. He starts to thrust you in that position while grabbing your right tit tightly. You feel his dick sliding inside every time faster. You are both panting and gasping.

He then switches positions, taking control this time; he gets your knees together and makes you get your legs up; he holds you in place with a firm grip from his hand on your hamstring muscles in a "hero" sex position, and Toto rocks his hips back and forward with deep strokes, you feel and see how his dick is curving up.

You start to scratch his thigh with your fingernails and slap his ass as the pleasure gets too good. —You fuck me so good, baby —you moan, reaching an orgasm in that position.

After giving yourself time to catch your breath for a second, you see how Toto lays down back against the rug; you immediately move to ride him. You feel him throbbing in pleasure inside and underneath you as you bounce hard up and down his dick; with your tits bouncing, he extends his arms to reach them and pinch your nipples, adding pressure with his fingers; then he starts wincing and biting his own lips; after a while, he rushes to place one of his large hands in your tummy, and you pull his cock out of you to start jerking it. Lots of guttural sounds come out of his mouth till he starts dripping. You feel his warm semen on your hand and abs, and you caress his chest with your free one and bend to kiss him hungrily.

Then he captures that hand and starts licking your index and middle fingers, sucking them inside his mouth and getting them wet enough with his saliva to then start leading your hand down on you, making you finger yourself, his hand on top of yours controlling and directing the movements. It gets to a point when you are so inside yourself and extremely wet that you are mess-moaning his name. Soft "Totos" is all he hears.

—Cum baby, cum for me —you feel your body trembling with his touch and yours. And you release, leaking on the rug beneath you.

Your bodies are so heated and sweaty near the fireplace; he drops on his back after being angled fingering you, with his cock bent to the left. You place yourself next to him, hands running on his shoulders and toned arms. You kiss in that position for a while before heading towards the bathroom.

Before falling asleep, your chauffeur knocks on the door to deliver you a drugstore bag. As you finish drinking your tall glass of water after taking the Plan B pill and place it on the nightstand, Toto tells you he is going to spend time with his family so that he won't be sharing the flight to the UK with you. He will arrive two days later, just in time for the race.

He doesn't invite you to join him.

You are all forced to rush to Silverstone from Austria for the anniversary race of the F1, which will take place before the usual activities of the Hungary GP start, leaving no room to rest for anyone.

It's going to be such a unique and fabulous event, and indeed, the FIA outdid themselves. Still, it's insane for the drivers and teams to rush from one country to another and move all the equipment and people with zero time margin. No one is in their best senses when arriving at the circuit, and everyone looks like it.

Due to the logistics of the massive event, the meeting before free practice is to start at 6.00 a.m. Lando hits his head against the clear glass panel doors, trying to enter the meeting room, half asleep, holding a Red Bull in his shaky hand.

He goes straight to you. You are already sitting in the chair with your name tag. At this point, no one cares about them or respects them. It is more like a classroom now; the group always sits together at the back of the room.

Lando mumbles something that you and Millie believe means good morning, and then he takes a couple of the empty chairs next to you to lay on top of, placing his head on your thighs and using them as a pillow.

Making you laugh. —Okay, yes, go ahead —you joke. Then Lando really falls asleep. —Lando out! —you inform the group.

Lewis is in the same row as you, but at the very end, legs on top of the empty chairs beside him, with his back leaned against a sound asleep Vettel, buried beneath a massive puffer Mercedes' jacket, tilted against the wall in a sitting position.

The room is almost empty except for you five.

—Angela almost tore down my bedroom door; she knocked so hard to wake me up. I nearly didn't make it, guys; I don't know how I got here —Lewis chats with you with a sleepy voice and swollen eyes.

Christian enters the room. —Is tits freezing today —he greets you. With a couple of "ah" sounds, he drops himself on the chairs in the front row. —I'm so old for this! —you all laugh. —You two look so well put together —He addresses Lewis and you, looking as stylish as ever. —I envy you.

Millie showed up in a set of Kuromi's pajamas, cocooned under Mick's Williams team winter jacket, that looked huge on her.

—Thanks, man —Lewis says.

Charles enters, greeting you with a peace sign gesture, followed by Carlos piggybacking a sleeping Daniel. —I would give you a hand, but... —Charles jokes, showing his bandages.

Normani enters, stealing the entire room's attention, wearing a white Dior long fleece blazer on top of a form-fitted pearl wool dress and a matching long scarf paired with high-knee suede boots in the same color. It's a monochromatic, stunning look with a combination of textures; her long hair is in a sleek ponytail, allowing it to show the beautiful minimal white gold earrings she is wearing, completing the look.

Millie waves her hand at Normani, and she looks happy to see her in there. After greeting the room, she reaches to sit by her side and catch up. You all look at her in awe. She is so beautiful, like a doll.

—Is that Geroge? —Niki asks, on attendance this time, since Toto is not around yet.

—It's Sebastian —everyone answers in unison. He and Lewis are the first two to arrive, so no one witnessed how Vettel fell asleep mid-conversation in his chair like a grandpa and how Lewis got him warm and covered under his Mercedes puffer, yet no one has a doubt it is him who is hiding underneath there; this surprises Lewis.

—I'm shooting the poor fucker responsible for waking me up this early —Niki shouts, provoking smiles.

At his back, Masi enters the meeting room, looking very worried.

London is one of Sam's favorite cities; it has everything she likes. Plus, it's full of very cool girls who make her nervous and all blushy, so she loves to run errands for Niki when in town; she always ends up meeting someone and asking for a date. The best sex she has ever had in her life has been there; her greatest loves have been "chapstick" lesbians from East London.

Sam has spent her entire day on the streets being driven around, completing all the tasks on Niki's long list of things he asked her to do. It's getting dark, and the last item for today is to drop some jewelry at Cartier to get it clean. So the chauffeur takes her to the one in Old Bond Street. Her favorite, Sam, loves it even more when it's Christmas and the stunning decor is on the facade.

The store's doorman rushes to open her car door as the SUV pulls in front of the jewelry main entry. She gracefully gets down and greets him.

—Good evening, mam —he replies, welcoming her inside. Sam had been feeling happy the entire day, but it went away as soon as she entered. In the contiguous stanza, in the highly expensive-looking sitting area, Toto and Sussie are looking together at some exclusive pieces a sales lady is showing them; Sam glimpses the sparkles projected out of those under the lights from far away.

Toto is not supposed to be here, nor are they supposed to be together, she thinks, but disregards the thought; probably he just got free sooner, and they are just hanging out since Sussie lives here most of the time.

Then she goes ahead with her errand; as Sam delivers the pieces to the man behind the counter, she sees Toto getting handed back his credit card; after a bit, a man gives a box to Sussie's hands; they get up at the same and start exiting the room together; holding hands.

Fuck! They are about to see her; there is no way she can duck down and hide behind clear crystal panels.

—Sam! —Sussie greets her, noticing her and happy to see her.

Fuuuuuuck.

Toto turned his head, perplexed; he was checking out the male bracelets on the display wall on their way to the exit. He lets Sussie's hand go, and she comes close to hug Sam.

—Hi! How are you? Good to see you!

—Likewise!

—Shopping spree?

—Oh, no, I'm just running an errand for Niki —she waves her hand, dismissing it. —All ready? —Sam addresses the jewelry cleaner guy.

—In a minute —he offers her a smile.

—Hey, why don't you join us for dinner?! —Sussie offers her.

—I would love to! But I have another task yet; I don't wish to get Niki all grumpy; you know how he is when he gets in a bad mood —Lies. Sussie laughs and nods, agreeing; Toto remains quiet and further away.

—Well, next time, then! When you are in Monaco too, come to our place, yes?

—Yes!

Okay, this is a shitty position to be for Sam; if she doesn't tell you, she is a terrible friend to you. But if she tells you, she is a lousy friend to Toto. LORD HAVE MERCY! She needs to give it a thought before opening her mouth!

When Toto decides to show up at the paddock, he goes to look for you. He looks tired and falls asleep next to you on a bench. You cover his face with your Balenciaga bomber jacket, giving him more privacy. You rest your left hand on top of his chest.

Samanta then arrives.

—Oh, he is here, good.

—Shss, he just fell asleep!

—This reminds me of how babies are so cute when sleeping but a terror when up.

—He is always baby —you say with a silly voice, caressing his chest.

Toto tries to listen to the conversation beneath your jacket with his eyes closed; he is about to fall asleep when he hears Samanta's voice. He needs to talk to her and explain things, but he is so comfortable in your embrace, so that can wait.

—Haven't you seen his photo from when he was a kid? They asked us for the digital version to print and place on the commemorative mural the FIA is making for the anniversary pit walk.

—No, I haven't! Is it better than baby Bottas?

—Oh, you are going to die! I have the original one in my purse here —Sam hands you a glossy, old-looking picture, a bit yellowy.

—Aawwww, he is so cute! —You observe in detail the photo of little Toto, a bit tall for his age, with skinny legs and dark, wild hair up and to the sides, leaned against his go-kart, helmet in hand; his little sister makes a small appearance in the back, picking a pebble or something from the floor wearing a floral pattern jumper. Toto is wearing an electric blue seventies driver's suit. —Hair hasn't changed a bit; that pose is everything! —you instantly get heart eyes. —His nose is so tiny, and he looks adorable. So cute! —you say with a silly voice and stare at the picture more.

—Now give it back! —Sam demands you; she yanks the photo of your grip, struggling until you let it go, then Sam archives it quickly in her purse.

—Now, shush! I'm reading essential documents —you tell her.

—Like your job was for real!

—Excuse you with that again! —Sam smiles at you and quickly disappears, noticing you are about to throw your tumbler at her.

Half an hour later, you feel Toto move on the bench, turning and almost falling to the side. He tries to incorporate and bumps his forehead with the table.

—Ouchie, love! —you let out and start to rub his temple tenderly.

—Ow! That hurt! —Toto lets you pamper him. Then stays stomach on the bench, making tired noises.

—I don't love my job very much right now —He says, and after a couple of minutes, he starts incorporating, no longer being able to avoid it, dragging along your bomber jacket, stuck and caught on behind his neck, with his hair all wild, and an "I just wake up" face.

—I just saw a photo of kid you with that same hairstyle!

He looks at you with one wonky eye, slowly processing the information.

All you can do is smile at him and softly laugh at the sight; you are so in love with him.

—Gotta get going! —he tells you, gets on his feet, places your jacket at your side, and bends his tall, fit body to kiss you on the cheek, rubbing your shoulders with his hands simultaneously before walking away.

I will not be able to resist greet and saying goodbye to him just with kisses on the cheek any longer.

To be continued... - Masterlist | Next Chapter

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brights-place · 3 months

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OH MY GOD I LOVED THE VELVET ONE! UHM CAN YOU PLEASE DO VENEER NEXT IF YOU CAN??!?

Dating Veneer Headcannons

Pairings: Veneer X Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Dating veneer headcannons! Yipee sorry this came one late I've been busy with work and my personal its like so much right now that it's worrying rn but I hope you like these!

- Veneer was close to you well cause you were Velvet and his manager - He befriended you very quickly and would smile at you everytime he see's you but after awhile he realized that he always got nervous when you were around, never truly understanding his own feelings.

- He asked velvet for help and she pointed out that he liked you in an romantic way which made him shocked - He soon starts to flirt with you which always ends up with you giggling at how bad they where but you still accepted when he asked to take you on an date - 3-5 dates later you two started to date and it was amazing he loves you so much and would cling onto you - He lovess giving you small gifts he'd just straight up walk to you and hand you the gift with an huge grin on his face "(Name) I bough you an gift its matching bracelets for you, and I"

- Veneer tried so hard not to tell you they were using an troll for their talent and had slipped up many times velvet and covered his mouth glaring at him and speaking for Veneer - Veener would make sure you you get an good amount of breaks mainly because veneer likes to make sure when your on an break he could gossip with you and talk about the most random things - He finds it easier to open up to people, compared to Velvet. You specifically being someone he holds very close which was you! So thats why he gossips with you - Also loves when you get him little gifts or if you make him something he'd tear up and squeal - Loves showing of his show outfits for you - In general, he loves being around you and can’t get enough of you. You make him feel so grateful.

- He can sometimes struggle with communication he loves you and trusts you enough to speak his mind - if he sees your sad or in a bad mood he will drop everything he’s doing just to help you even if that's rehearsals and velvet would yell at him later he wants to focus on you

- he’ll spoil you rotten the got that famous people moneyyyy! probably gets more gifts for you than he does himself

- cant stand up to his sister for himself or anyone else but when it comes to you? HE DOSEN'T GIVE AN SHIT! HE WILL FIGHT SOMEONE

- Veneer is SOOOO clingy - Clings onto you when he's tired like wraps himself around you two times (Cause he can do that bro's an spaghetti doll) - He is 100% the little spoon. Even if hes taller then you, he will make it work. - However he will never pass up an opportunity to be the big spoon. He honestly doesn't mind at all! just as long as your in his arms or he's in yours he'd be happy

- any chance he gets to hug you or kiss your face he will with no mercy…

- whenever he’s stressed he’ll just sit down in front of you and lay his head on your thighs as he looks up at you lovingly - He would literally call you all sorts of cute nicknames or just some mebarssing nicknames just not because he usually does this with alot of people but for you it would be constant and intentional while he wiggles his eyebrows - Makes stupid expressions while your sad as you giggle kissing his lips - I would say Veneers love languages are gifts and physical touch cause this man would 100% do that - likes doing your hair his hair styling skills are amazing he does it for fun like how velvet does so it always comes out great not as good as velvets though Sometimes he allows velvet to use you to test out styles she might do on herself and veneer for fun

- It breaks his heart when you’re upset, so he uses everything in his power to make you happy again. He’ll talk to you, telling you that everything’s gonna be okay. - Within a few minutes, you won’t even remember what you were sad about. - When you heard they where frauds you stared at Veneer who looked at you quickly as your voice that was in an whisper "veneer..." veneer stared at you before hopping into the car with velvet - They used an troll which was ILLEGAL AND COULD MAKE THEM GO TO JAIL! you couldn't help but stare at veneer with betrayal and sadness in your eyes - you made sure that the small troll was alright and apologized that you didn't know at all this was going on - You also scolded crimp about how she was helping them and made sure to tell the authorities crimp was also apart of it ... You ain't letting crimp slide she helped the two - Even though that happened you still visited him in prison you wouldn't lie to yourself he looks great in orange but even though you cried when seeing the Veneer hang his head in shame you wanted to hug him but the glass between you couldn't allow that

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venturelovebot · 11 days

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A/N: There are two cats in this fic but one of them is human shaped and walks on two legs lmao BUT this was fun to write and I hope you enjoy it! I hope it's not too short or anything! Link to request here!

Premise: Cat distribution system said you'll adopt this cat and you will like it ft. Friend Illari!

Warnings: Brief mentions of pet loss but nothing graphic or too sad. Other than that it's safe!

"Okay– don't freak out–" Sloan struggles to keep the lump in their jacket from moving.

A loud meow comes underneath the fabric. Illari raises an eyebrow.

"I got us–" A lump of fur falls to the ground on all fours, "A cat!"

The cat timidly looks around before rubbing up against your leg happily. It looks up with you with its large, doll like eyes full of curiosity.

"No offense but you can barely keep up with your own pet rock. What makes you think you could handle a cat?" Illari questions.

The cat jumps up on Illari's lap and purrs with content. Her hand gently slides over the silky soft fur and she smiles.

"Well, she was the last cat available at the shelter. She didn't even have a name and I hated to see her all alone..." Sloan explains.

"Actually, I think it works out pretty well." You walk over to the closet and grab some old cat supplies you kept in the back of it.

"My cat passed away a year ago. I never got around to donating her old stuff."

You set down a cat litter box in a corner.

"See! It'll work out. They call it the cat distribution system!" Sloan grins.

You place a bowl of dry food down for the cat and it immediately hops down to feed herself. The cat water fountain nearby began filtering water from the cutesy flower in the middle. Suddenly it feels like your old friend had never left.

"Alright, I'm sure [Y/N] will keep her from killing over then–"

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Sloan pouts.

"– So, what are you going to name her?" Illari continues.

"Cleocatra!"

Illari just shook her head at the terrible play on words.

"If anyone gets to name her it should be [Y/N]." Illari suggested.

You think about it for a moment before remembering the story Sloan had told you about receiving artifacts from the legendary Ana Amari.

"How about Ana?" You ask.

Sloan gasps– "Like the Amari kind? That Ana? Ana Amari?!" Their eyes beam with joy. "That is so perfect!"

You glance over at the cat as it nibbled away at her kibble without a care in the world. It was like she was used to being here already. She stops eating for a moment to get herself a drink before wandering back over to you. Tentatively you reach down and pat her, and Ana the cat purrs affectionately before leaping into your arms to be held.

"Uh oh. Looks like you finally have some competition." Illari jokes.

"We finally found the one living thing more needy than Sloan themself." You add.

Sloan pouts again from the jokes. "Oh please! I'm not needy, I just like affection... is that a crime?" They cross their arms defensively.

"Only when you call me at two in the morning because you can't go for more than three hours without talking to me." You stifle a laugh.

"That was once!"

You sit down on the couch next to Illari and let Ana the cat lay down in your lap for a nap. The longer you looked at her the more she reminded you of your old fur baby, and you affectionately pet her as she sleeps soundly on your lap.

"What a well behaved cat. How old is she?" Illari asks, placing her hand on the silky soft fur once again.

"The shelter said she was about five years old, so hopefully she'll have a comfy life here." Sloan sits down next to you.

"I'll do my best to make sure of it." You promise.

The three of you watch as Ana the cat stretches and rolls over on her opposite side. Sloan grabs their phone and takes a photo of your new family member as she accidentally poses for the camera perfectly.

"I can't wait to tell Ana about this!" They grin with excitement. "I bet she'll love it!"

"I'm sure she will, but there's only one problem..." You mention.

"What's that?" Illari asks.

"I can't move."

The three of you continue to watch as Ana the cat sleeps deeply on your lap. Regardless of the temporary circumstances your heart feels lighter seeing your new family member already so comfortable around the two people closest to you. The little cat shaped hole in your heart feels full again.

"We might be here for a while..." You add.

"We could ask Brigitte if we could borrow her mini jet pack!" Sloan suggests.

"Brigitte has a mini jet pack? For what, exactly?" Illari sounds horrified at the idea.

"Her cat!"

"Why am I not surprised?"

Ana the cat stretches one more time before jumping down off of your warm lap and lays down in the old cat bed you laid down. The three of you are quiet for a moment as she falls asleep once again.

"You were going to suggest strapping a jet pack to move Ana from the couch to her bed..." Illari sighs in disbelief. "[Y/N], please do not leave Sloan alone with her for a single second."

"I wasn't really going to do it! Besides, Brigitte says it's safe!" Sloan argues.

Illari only rolls her eyes.

"I'm sure it'll be okay." You turn your head towards Sloan and smile. "Thanks for bringing her home."

Their face lights up a soft pink from your gratitude.

"Just make sure Sloan doesn't get jealous from the affection you give her."

They pout again from Illari's snide comments. You can't help but laugh, reaching up to run your fingers through Sloan's hair and pat them just as you did with your new fur baby. Their mood lightens instantly.

"I'll make sure you both feel loved and cherished in this house." You promise.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #venture x reader #venture x you #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #sloane cameron #sloan cameron

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snaililita · 7 months

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♥️Lyney with a reader who is tired and showing signs of depression♥️

Angst/Comfort♥️

Self Indulgent♥️

It'll be one that you'll wanna read before you go to sleep so you have good dreams and end the night with positive thoughts:)

TW: Depressing in the beginning, anxiety, just lack of a will to really be a person anymore really. Reader is sick too. Possible eating disorder eluded to?

Written before I went to bed! I'll proofread in the morning♥️♥️♥️

Everything has felt so heavy lately. Your arms, you legs, your head, your brain- everything feels so dense. It feels like you are melting and not in a good way. Everyone looks at you weird and you can hear the judging whispers behind your back. Your nose was stuffed and your hands were sweaty. But you couldn't take off your layers. You can't stand to be exposed.

It was such a struggle to keep your eyelids open and sit up straight whenever you sat down. How long had you slept today?? Somewhere from twelve to fourteen hours you think but you weren't sure. No matter how much you slept it never got any better. That sleepy sluggishness never went away. You weren't sure when this started or why it started, it just sorta did.

You started noticing little petty, sad things more often. Those depressing articles on the newspaper were suddenly ldrawing your eyes in more often- the whispers of passerbys were suddenly louder. Your dear fiance, Lyney's late arrivals home lately suddenly left you feeling lonelier for some reason. You knew he wasn't cheating on you, although you know he has his own secrets of which he is entitled, he would never stoop to something as low as that. He was just working overtime again which stressed you out like it would any respectable future wife/husband. Maybe that's what gotten to you.

You shifted in the cotton covers of your bed to your other side, sniffing. This sickness had stuck with you for an entire month. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but you did struggle to eat sometimes. You hadn't actually thrown up, but sometimes you just couldn't stomach the thought of food and after eating you felt like you would.

You had only left the bed once today to go to the market and purchase something for Lyney. You can't even remember what it is you bought or why you felt the sudden urge to go get him something but you do remember you left it on his night stand. He hadn't really done anything super spectacular lately but he was always so sweet and kind to you so you suppose the guilt and need to do something just built up over time. You had always been pretty bad about that, feeling guilty. Like you weren't doing enough or that you weren't good enough. Especially for Lyney. You still can't believe he asked you to marry him.

(("Hello? My love are you awake?"))

You must have been thinking too loudly and your thoughts summoned him because his voice and the creaking of the door pierced the once silent room.

(("Oh my, at least tell me you've left bed to feed yourself today!"))

Lyney said as he stepped in the room to opened the curtains much to your dismay after setting his magician's hat on your nightstand,

(("Don't open the curtains the sun is my worst enemy."))

You mutter as you grab a pillow and hide you head under it.

(("Well good afternoon to you too (N/N)!"))

He chuckled as he headed over to your shared closet, changing into a much more comfortable outfit.

(("Got you something at the market, s' on your nightstand Lyn."))

You lazily pointed to the nightstand, head still hidden under the pillow.

(("Oh? What could I have done recently that was so superb that my dear (Y/N) got out of bed and left the house to fetch me a reward?"))

Lyney teased as he pulled a white oxford over his head, buttoning the last couple buttons up.

(("Just love you."))

You muttered while shifting sides again. You felt the weight of the bed shift and the pillow raise from your head. A pair of cheeky lavender eyes gleaned at you paired with a wide, Cheshire smile, Lyney's smile.

(("There's that gorgeous face~!"))

You felt yourself growing more tired by the second, almost like Lyney was sucking your energy away or something. Either way you were too tired to even verbally respond so you just lazily blinked at him and hoped he could read your mind.

(("My, did you use up all your energy going out? Love, as much as I am proud of you for leaving the house and grateful for you generosity, you simply cannot wear yourself out!"))

Lyney chided as he caressed your cheek which you gladly accepted,

(("It's just as bad for you to use up all your energy at once as it is for you to sit in bed all day and do nothing! Oh my, this is probably my fault for coming home so late recently..."))

The blonde fretted and frowned,

(("I know! I haven't any shows for the next 2 weeks seeing as they are repairing our usual stage, so I shall spend the whole of those 2 weeks with you helping you back to your feet!"))

He beamed so radiantly it was almost annoying. Keyword, almost. Lyney could never actually be annoying to you. You still groaned and hid your face under the pillow again to hide yourself from his bright attitude much to his amusement though.

Lyney kicked off his shoes and stretched himself, yawning.

(("Well I suppose I am tired too so a nap can't hurt, right? But when I wake up I expect you to get up with me for some dinner love! Think you can do that for me?"))

His amethyst eyes stared into your lazy (e/c) ones, how could you deny him any request when he looks at you like that? You lazily shook your head yes and he smiled brightly before pulling you in for some cuddles.

It was gonna take some time, but Lyney was determined to pull you out of this funk you've gotten yourself into no matter how long it takes. After all, he does loves you.

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anklesoraus · 4 months

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His cries

A/n: I have been hyperfixated on this man for WEEKS and he needs some more love with his sad lonely self. I am home for the holidays and lord behold I got sick and feel like I’m dying please send help. it’s a bit rushed and not proffread but oh well. I might make a story about sick!reader to make me feel better but please give some character suggestions 😞

Tw: hurt-comfort (kinda), mentions of Neuvillette being sad, male reader, ooc, more of plantonic of anything

Neuvillette was a guy unfamiliar with the human feelings but as he has learned to use them he is starting to understand but not quite there’s some he doesn’t understand. He’s made friends along the way and one of them stood out the most, Y/n. Y/n is a cheerful and rather hyper person with how energetic and happy he can be, almost like he never ran out of energy.

Y/n was walking through the halls just coming from shopping and having a little gift bag in his hand, with a little skip while humming a tune happily. Y/n would walk to his office and set the bag down while sitting in his chair and just sitting in silence. He yawns and decides to put his head down and try to get a quick nap in which he successfully did.

Y/n walked down the hall while looking at the smae things he sees on a daily and hums. He finally made it to his destination and knocks on a door happily. “Neuvillette, may I come in?” Y/n asked, waiting patiently. Shuffling was heard through the door and he heard a faint come in amd so he gently opens the door and walks inside and smiles at his friend. “Hey Neuvillette!” He stated, walking over to the desk and sitting in front of it.

Neuvillette looked at Y/n and glances at the gift bag and back to the man. “Did you need something?” He asked in a montone voice. “Yes, I went shopping earlier today and something reminded me of you and I wanted to buy it!” Y/n smiled brightly while handing Neuvillette the gift bag and waits patiently for him to open it. Neuvillette stares at the bag and slowly grabs what’s in is to see a small sculpture of a otter and he looks at it first a bit but doesn’t say a word. “Do you like it?” Y/n asked as worry floods his face hoping his friend would like it.

Neuvillette would give a simple nod and looks up from the sculpture and cracks a smile to his friend. “It’s lovely” Neuvillette had reassured his friend while setting it down on his desk. Y/n’s mood quickly changes and he starts to smile, glad that his friend liked it. “Great! It was very expensive as well” Y/n had mentioned while humming and remembering the reason he was here.

“Neuvillette, it was lightly raining earlier…would you like to talk about it?” Y/n asked and tilted his head in question, “you don’t have to just thought you’d like to talk it out.” He quickly went to reassure him. Neuvillette let a sigh escape his lips and he folds his hands and leans on it feeling that tellinghis friend would at least release a weight from him. “I would actually love to talk about it.” He quietly stated and goes to tell Y/n.

“These past few weeks I’ve been feeling so odd..I see you interacting with people and them being happy and joyful but when I attempt to interact they get all anxious and treat me weird..it feels weird to know I can’t show certain emotions like the average person.” Neuvillette had spilled at and looked at Y/n to see his smile gone and it to be a sympathetic frown. Neuvillette sighs slowly rethinking the choice to tell him from the long silence in the air.

Y/n goes to open his mouth but quickly closes it not knowing what to say to not come off as mean. “Look, Neuvillette, you not knowing emotions doesn’t make you different. Different isn’t a bad thing it just means you’re not the same as others like some robot.” Y/n finally let out a response and then continues on, “Emotions or not there is still peoplewho treat you equally and understand your struggles and are patient with you.” Y/n hums and scratches his head. “I’m not that great with comforting…”

Neuvillette shakes his head and sits up straight and nods to his friend. “What you said was enough…thanks. I’m very greatful for you and the other people in my life and you guys are so kind to be willing to help someone like me.” He said, feeling a sense of relief from him. Y/n sighs and smiles feeling happy to know that Neuvillette doesn’t hate him like he always thought. “Well it’s getting late but if you ever need someone to talk to I’m always available and am willing to help.” With that Y/n got up and left Neuvillette’s office leaving him to tend to his own thoughts while looking at the gift his friend had given him.

#anklesoraus #x male reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #neuvillette #neuvillette x male reader #neuvillette x you

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Stupid Lungs Part 2

Your nightmare continues. Sort of. Is it a nightmare? Who knows?

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You shot up in bed, trying desperately to detangle yourself from the tangle of blankets and limbs you were wound up in. A hand grabbed your shoulder and you screamed. You couldn’t see anything, it was so dark. Why was it so dark? What happened? Were you dead?

“FRI, lights 15%, now!” The room lit up slightly but you continued to struggle, not fully understanding what was happening. You were in Wanda and Natasha’s room and there was a tube running from your arm. Now that you knew it was there you pulled it out, much to the frustration of the two women.

“Honey, no, that's medicine. You need that. Y/n, can you look at me?” Natasha very gently grabbed your face, forcing you to look at her. You met her eyes, trying to figure out what was happening. Her expression was one of pure compassion, love and concern rivaled only anxiety.

“That's it, there you go. That’s it. Can you take a deep breath?” You nodded a little and glanced over to Wanda whose hand had taken up almost permanent residence on the small of your back. She gave you a reassuring smile, encouraging you to breathe.

You sucked in a gulp of air, pleased to find that it no longer burned your lungs. The breath was still a little wheezy and it ended in a small cough, but you felt decidedly better.

“What’s happening?” You croaked, dropping your head against Natasha’s shoulder, hoping that she wouldn’t shrug you off. She did basically the opposite. She wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you back so that you were pressed flush against her. That just confused you more, although you relished the contact.

“Seriously, am I dead? I don’t wanna be dead.” The second sentence came out as more of a whimper and you felt your eyes gloss over with tears. Wanda pursed her lips and leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose. You had to be dead. Why did they care so much? Why were they so…physical contact-y? You knew that the two of them both enjoyed physical touch, but you’d only ever seen them hold hands in public.

“No baby, you’re not dead. You’re sick, remember?” She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, pausing to touch your forehead. “Mm, really shouldn't be that warm still. Natty, we’re going to need to get her some ibuprofen and see if we can get that IV back in.” She was frowning slightly, but she was just so pretty. Natasha slipped it carefully back into your arm and you felt the medicine rush back into your veins. It was cold and made you feel groggy, but it wasn’t too bad.

“You’re pretty,” Fuck, had you said that? Oh god. You were going to die. This was the end. Your cheeks flushed a dark pink, but Wanda grinned at you. Natasha squeezed your middle gently, smiling ear to ear. If you could see the look on her face you probably would’ve fainted.

“Yeah, you are too. Little bit sweaty though, we might need to get you a shower soon.” She just brushed past it as if nothing had happened. God, what sort of alternate universe did Dr. Strange portal you into?

Your eyes went wide as you realized just how clingy you had been and how clingy you were still being. You could probably still blame it on the fever, but what would happen once you were better? They were going to tear you apart, they were going to hate you for needing them.

“Shh, your thoughts are so loud.” Wanda could read thoughts. How were you always forgetting that? She shook her head at you, giving a small sad smile. “We don’t hate you, right printsessa?” The woman glanced up at Natasha, who began rubbing your shoulders.

“We could never hate you bubs. You’re a beautiful, strong, wonderful woman who deserves nothing but the best. Right now, you don’t feel well and you need cuddles.” Shame, you shouldn't've felt such miserable shame. That’s all that ran through your mind as you recounted the events of the day before. The crying, begging for their attention, the sniffling and coughing. You were disgusting.

“I’m so sorry…I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to get in the way of your relationship, I’m gonna go now. I’m so sorry.” You whimpered, struggling to climb over Natasha.

“My sweet girl, stop with that. If you get up you’ll fall on your face.” The redhead held you back, tucking your head against her chest. The rhythmic beat of her heart filled your ears and you felt yourself relax a little bit.

“I didn’t mean to bother you guys. You shouldn’t have to put up with me.” Why did you think this would work out? Wanda moved closer to you and kissed your shoulder. They kept kissing you. And hugging you. And giving you pet names. Did they like you? No, they couldn’t, they were dating.

“Oh baby, that fever’s making you a little dense, huh?” Wanda teased, stroking your cheek. Waid, had you said that last part out loud? Wanda was pretty. Natasha was pretty. Girls were pretty. These girls specifically.

“Y/n, we want you to join our relationship, but only if that’s something you’d be interested in. I know you aren’t feeling well and you don’t need to decide right now, hell you don’t need to decide at all. If you want, you can stop talking to us forever, but I’d really rather that didn’t happen,” Natasha chuckled, sounding really nervous.

“Rambling aside,” the brunette gave her girlfriend a look that clearly meant ‘shut up’ and continued her speech. “We really care about you. We want to be able to hold you and care about you and give you cuddles whenever you need them. We want you to be with us Y/n. We want to be with you.”

You were shocked. They couldn’t mean it, right? Why would they want to be with you? What did you have that they wanted? You were just…well, you. And they were amazing women who literally threw themselves into battles. You did too, but not quite with the same enthusiasm and bravery that they did. Wanda could destroy someone's mind with a single thought. Natasha was a trained assassin who had nearly killed you once when you had first met. That's when you had fallen in love with her. Oh shit, you were in love. You were in love with these women who seemed to love you back. Maybe. Jury was still out on that one.

“Um…you, wait. But, that doesn’t make sense. Um, are you lying? Wait this…you’re too…you.” You gestured at the two of them, absolutely incredulous. You shivered aggressively and wrapped your arms around your middle, trying to keep warm. Your fever was still pretty high and your body was wracked with chills.

“Okay,” Wanda sighed and you felt Natasha sag against you. They were disappointed that you didn’t seem to understand, but understood that you’d been hurt before and really didn’t trust that they were being serious. That coupled with the fever was turning you into an absolute mess. “Let’s get some food into you, we’ll talk about this a little later.”

The woman beneath you shifted, placing you on the mattress. She looked disappointed and seemed to have tears in her eyes. Why was she crying? And why did you feel as if you were prepared to do anything to make those tears go away?

“No, no Natasha, don't cry. Please don’t cry.” You grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, unsure of what you were doing. It felt right, but a little scary. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m so sorry. Please, tell me how to fix it.” You begged, trying to pull her back down. You missed her arms and her warmth.

She wiped her tears away and sat back down. You leaned forward hesitantly and kissed her forehead, then pulled back, biting your lower lip. She smiled and leaned forward to rest her forehead against yours.

“I…um…I don’t want you to go.” You glanced over at Wanda who was smiling warmly at the two of you.

“We aren’t going anywhere, dove. You want to lay back down for me? You’re shaking a little bit more than I think you should be.” Natasha cooed, easing you into Wanda’s arms. “I do think we should get you something to drink though, I’ll be right back, okay?” She kissed your forehead again, before stepping out of the room, leaving you with Wanda.

“You were crying when I found you. Honey, can you tell me why?” The witch asked, tucking the blanket around your shoulders. You looked down, not quite wanting to answer the question.

“Um…Tony wanted me…he um…he was trying to make me sleep so he…he locked me in my room…I…he was just trying to-” You broke off, trying to keep yourself from breaking down again. You couldn’t seem to keep it together lately.

“I’m going to kill him.” She said simply, voice grave with hate. You’d heard that determination in her voice and you knew that she meant it. She was going to kill him.

“I’m sorry-”

“No, no baby, no apologies from you. There’s no reason for you to apologize. It’s all okay.” Wanda soothed, just as Natasha walked into the room carrying a bottle of water, some sort of dark purplish liquid medicine.

“Why are we apologizing?” The woman asked, instantly reading the tension in the room.

“Tony did something stupid, we’re going to let it go for now though.” Wanda practically growled, smoothing your slightly tangled hair. Nat’s eyes went wide, but she nodded, noting the red tinge in the witch's eyes. The two of you were lucky that she meant you no harm, otherwise she’d probably tear you apart.

“Okay, that's alright. How about we get this medicine into you and then go back to sleep, yeah? We can try for a shower when you’re feeling a little bit better.” The woman said, easing the nerves radiating off of you. Then you realized that you’d have to take medicine, which was one of your least favorite things.

You wrinkled your nose and ducked your head against Wanda, hoping that she’d provide protection from the disgusting taste of the medicine. Didn’t they already have you on antibiotics? Wasn’t that what the IV was for? Why did you need this?

“No thank you.” You mumbled, using your arms to shield yourself from Natasha.

“I know you don’t want it, but this will help. The antibiotics are doing their job, but you’ve still got a pretty bad fever and I want to get you drugged.” She smiled, lifting the cup to your lips.

“I hate you.” You mumbled, allowing her to pour the medicine into your mouth. You grimaced at the taste and the feeling of it going down your throat.

“Good girl.” You glared at her and turned back to Wanda, pouting tiredly. You yawned and nestled against her neck, absorbing her warmth.

“C’n I go back to sleep?” The witch made a sound and you smiled, knowing that the answer would be a yes.

“Course you can love. We’ll try some food later, okay?” She kissed your forehead and Natasha slipped back into bed beside you. The redhead wrapped an arm around waist and curled herself around you, forming a protective cocoon.

“Not gonna leave?” You grabbed Natasha’s hand, making sure that she wouldn’t go away.

“Nope, not leaving. Take a nap, pretty girl. We’ll be here when you wake up.” With that, you allowed your eyes to slip closed, comforted by the fact that you finally had people who loved you.

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Don't grieve in front of me, Dean. It makes me uncomfortable, part II...or prequel?

How'd I get here again?

Oh, yeah. I got here, because I got excited about the cars. I remembered Dean driving a brownish tan/brown car in THE SCENE from Slash Fiction? Pinto, I wondered. FORD?

Alas. It's a Pontiac Acadian. I was so hopeful. It's a VERY similar style though. But it definitely calls to mind the car when Cas n' Dean presided over Mary's loss of John in 4x03. It looks like the car on the beach in 13x01, when Dean is grieving Cas. And this...is 7x06, when Dean is ALSO grieving Cas.

It's also VERY interesting how the break light's out on the driver's side. That's because Dean is out of commission. In SPN, often the headlights or the break lights show which brother is "down for the count." At the end of season 1, ep 1, it's Sam who's down-and-out, because he lost Jess.

Here, it's Dean. He "appears" on, but the break light shows us the truth.

We cut from the "out break light" to...THE winged Pony, hanged. The pony is the light. It's yellow. It's the sunshine. Because the light is out.

It's winged. It's in the rearview. it's noosed around the neck, like how Cas said that freewill is something you hang yourself with. He cuts it off and throw it into the backseat, desperate to forget. Cause it's Caaa---

Anyway. You could argue Dean is lamenting the life he'd left behind, but the Lisa-Ben dynamic was Dean's Ford Truck phase, and this winged thing is-- it's just-- it's just 100% pointing to Cas. If you don't think so, the next bit is damning.

Sam turns on the radio to make Dean feel better. A sad song comes on, and Dean drops the act for a MILLISECOND. And Sam? He says SORRY.

Then, he gets uncomfortable.

It's the earlier match to the peanut-butter-and-jelly-strong-choice scene from season 13x06 (widow era).

Sam is afraid of this kind of grief. (And for good reason. Thanks, John!)

"What would you say if I called on you now..." is the first line. Come when you call, etc etc etc. And Dean looks just about ready to burst into tears. No, watch the scene. He looks devastated when he hears it and realizes what it is, like a little intake of breath.

Dean grieves Cas...with music.

Ah, the familiar pattern. Dean is struggling to be allowed to grieve in this season. Everyone's terrified of his grief, even Bobby, who demands he "not be a person" and "keep doing the job" in a desperate plea to keep Dean from "dying before he does." Bobby doesn't know what to say or how to grieve, so he tries to keep Dean alive the only way he can think of, with utilitarian pragmatism.

But Dean needs to feel his emotions. Even though the scene above is played for laughs, it's really about Dean's emotions leaking out despite his attempts to hide it.

Ahem. Not writing Dean-Cas till "later seasons," my ass. Dean wore his heart on his sleeve whenever he was "allowed" to. My gosh!

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EXT. ROAD – NIGHT A small, old hatchback is driving down the road. INT. HATCHBACK – NIGHT A yellow My Little Pony is dangling from the rear-vision mirror. DEAN squeezes it and it squeaks. He takes out a knife, cuts it down and tosses it into the back seat. It squeaks again as it lands.

SAM: You okay? DEAN: You know, it's bad enough that they're ganking people, wearing our mugs, but now this? Have us driving around in this... this caboodle while Baby's on lockdown. SAM: It's temporary, Dean. DEAN: Nobody puts Baby in a corner. SAM: Y-you know that's a line from -- DEAN: Swayze movie. Swayze always gets a pass! SAM: Right. Uh, well, you want some tunes or something? Here. SAM turns on the car radio. MUSIC: Air Supply’s “All Out Of Love” ♪ And what would you say if I called on you now and said that I can't hold on ♪ SAM looks at DEAN. SAM: Sorry, man, I-I... DEAN: Just leave it. Probably gonna be the only thing on. ♪ There's no easy way, it gets harder each day ♪ Please love me or I'll be gone ♪ I'll be gone ♪ SAM looks at the map FRANK gave him and DEAN starts to lip-sync along to the music. ♪ I'm all out of love ♪ I'm so lost without you ♪ SAM looks over at DEAN. ♪ I know you were right ♪ believing for so long ♪ I'm all out of love ♪ DEAN notices that SAM is watching him and stops singing. ♪ What am I without you? ♪ DEAN looks away out the driver’s side window. ♪ I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong ♪ Oh ♪ DEAN starts to lip-sync again. ♪ What are... ♪ SAM looks at him and he stops again. ♪...you thinking of? ♪ DEAN moves his head in time with the music. ♪ What are you -- ♪ SAM: Here. SAM switches off the radio and they sit in silence. SAM studies the map. Jericho is circled.

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Someday I'll do a thing about all the car-hopping they have to do until, you know, Dean is "Dean" again.

Dean, going through the motions, "acting like one of the dead ones." And...the Impala makes a return once Dean accepts that Cas can't help, and then Cas says he's gonna go with to try and mitigate the wreckage he left.

Cas agreed to try and "fix" things, just as Dean accepted their brokenness. (No ones cares if you're broken so long as you try.)

And the we see Baby again for the first time. Hmmmm.

#car thoughts #7x06 #spn 7x06 #spn slash fiction #ok ALSO the little disbelieving smile he throws over his shoulder #is one we see when he says AND CAS and I don't know in 13x06 #a funny little disbelieving grimace unhinged smile #it's madness man #it's a sad little...something #also the way he looks over his shoulder totally makes me think of how he glances over his shoulder in 13x01 too during the prayer #dang the middle of the night makes me #ackles even mimes BOO-HOOING in the outtakes #SIR sir? SIR! you know you knew and you played it that way

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Tanjiro’s foot is sore from a bad sprain and Giyu decides to sit him down and give him a deep massage to loosen up the stiffness. It's a painful ordeal for Tanjiro who struggles to stay still and then a new problem arises when Giyu discovers the boy is very ticklish. He sneaks tickles in while massaging to distract Tanjiro from the pain and then afterward unexpectedly pins Tanjiro down and searches out his other bad spots. Tummy, belly button, and sides r bad, but armpits r the worst and Giyu shows little mercy and makes him laugh and squirm wildly. He finally stops when he thinks the boy has caught up on two years of little laughter. In other words Giyu's lack of mercy is because he wants the boy to have a good long laugh after all the sadness and hardship he has been put through. It's like, no matter how cold or tough on Tanjiro he was in the beginning, he really does care for the boy and feels sad for him. After he stops Tanjiro feels so relaxed and exhausted that he ends up falling asleep and Giyu takes him back to the Butterfly Mansion.

Giyu remains his stoic self while massaging and tickling Tanjiro, but inwardly he is smiling.

Tanjiro's laugh starts out kind of like in little huffs and snickers, and then dissolves into shrieks and belly laughter.

Hiiii, ofc ✨💛

Painkiller

Lee: Tanjiro Kamado

Ler: Gyuu Tomioka

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Tanjiro wanted to bury himself in the sheets, the pain in his right foot was too intense.

Gyuu watched him lying on the bed in the Butterfly Mansion.

"What happened?" He asked Shinobu, who was right next to him

“A serious sprain, nothing that a little treatment won’t cure” she prepared some medicine “but Tanjiro can only suffer at this moment”

"It is a shame"

Tanjiro looked at Gyuu and tried to smile

“It’s okay, sir, it’s not that horrible, ah-!” The boy screamed when Gyuu touched his foot

“It looks pretty bad”

“Medicines will help” Shinobu said walking away “maybe also some massage”

Gyuu thought it wasn't a bad idea, he sat on the bed next to the boy

“It’s good that they put me in this isolated room” Tanjiro smiled, trying to suppress the pain “it’s much more cozy, isn’t it?”

Gyuu looked at him, Tanjiro groaned in pain

“Why are you pretending it doesn’t hurt?” Gyuu asked

The boy sighed “to lighten the mood”

The man laughed in thought, he is so sweet

Then he grabbed, without warning, Tanjiro's foot and began to warn him

"Hey! Sir-?" Tanjiro writhed in pain

“It’s a massage, it will get better”

The boy couldn't help but let out groans of pain, but he held them back to make it seem like everything was okay.

The massage was good, and it was really getting better

"Everything is fine?"

“Yes, I just-HA” Tanjiro let out a little scream, this little scream was different from the screams of pain, this aroused Gyuu’s curiosity

"What was this?" Gyuu pressed the same place on the boy's feet

“No-HA-thing” he snorted

“It feels like something, does it hurt?”

“N-no, It just tickles a little bit”

Gyuu's eyes widened, tickles? It wasn't a bad idea, really...

"Oh yes? I understood"

Tanjiro tried to stay still again, trying to calm himself down.

But Gyuu wasn't willing to help him stay still, he ran his fingers along the sole of the boy's foot.

“Ehe-HE Tohomiokaha!” The boy screamed

“Stay still, Tanjiro, I need to give you this massage”

Gyuu was serious, but inside he was melting at the cuteness he saw

“Ihihi cahahan’t”

“Stay still, argh” Gyuu pretended to be irritated “I’ll show you a great massage for the whole body”

“But my body is not hurt-HAHAHA NOHOHOHO”

The man had squeezed the boy's stomach

“Relax and enjoy”

Tanjiro squirmed, really cute, Gyuu remembered how he tickled Sabito, they were very similar

“I once tried a deep massage on someone who was sensitive like you” the man pretended to ignore the fact that the boy was dying in front of him “that’s how I did it”

He lifted the other's shirt and placed a finger on his belly button.

“NOHOHOHO STOHHOOP”

The same reaction, how interesting” he continued seriously, but in his head he was melting “does your whole body have the same reactions to this massage?”

Gyuu climbed on top of the boy, placing his knees on top of his arms and not allowing him to move.

“S-sir, IhI- noho- please” the boy laughed anxiously, the tickling had stopped for a moment

“You'll be fine, little guy~” the man slowly brought his hands closer to Tanjiro's vulnerable sides, making him snort and laugh “unless if you're very ticklish~”

Tanjiro can't take it

“IHIHI AHAHAM”

“Ah~ what a shame then”

The tickles came before Tanjiro could even reason.

The boy burst out laughing, Gyuu was imagining it as if he was tickling Sabito once again, so he didn't have an ounce of mercy

“I think there’s another place around here where you’re in even more pain, right?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO”

“I think so~”

The provocations made Tanjiro even more vulnerable and sensitive

“How about here?” He dug his hands into the boy’s armpits “does it hurt a lot here?”

“AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE”

"Why?"

“STOHOHOHOHOP”

Gyuu remembered that he wasn't tickling Sabito, that was Tanjiro, and if he didn't stop, the boy would definitely die.

But just a little more

“Are you feeling better Tanjiro?”

“YEHEHES YEHEHEHEHEHES”

“And you’re going to be really bad again?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO”

“That's good…” he quickly lifted the boy's shirt for the grand finale “because otherwise the tickle monster will have a little chat with you” and blew a raspberry

Tanjiro arched his back and burst into silent and tired laughter.

Gyuu stopped immediately, waiting for the boy to calm down so they could talk.

Tanjiro took a breath, then spoke first

“Thank you sir” he said with his typical warm smile “you always make me feel so much better”

In fact, it wasn't the first time that Gyuu helped the boy with his problems.

The hashira looked down and tried to hide a satisfied smile that wanted to appear on his lips.

Tanjiro has seen Gyuu smile several times, but I think the man thinks that no one sees him smiling

“Do you want any more medicine?” Gyuu asked

“No, actually I’m really tired” Tanjiro said, closing his eyes “I think I…”

And the boy slept

The man came close and stroked her hair in an affectionate way.

"What's happening-" Shinobu entered the room, but when she saw the boy she covered her mouth and started whispering

“Shhhh” Gyuu made her “let him sleep”

“Are you going to stay here?”

Gyuu looked at the unoccupied bed next to Tanjiro's.

"Yes”

Shinobu smiled (truly) “you know you’re like a brother to him, don’t you?”

In fact, Gyuu thought of Tanjiro as his little brother, he would take care of him, and wouldn't let him suffer, like his older sister did with him.

He nodded to the woman and waited for her to leave the room to lie down next to Tanjiro. After a few minutes they were both asleep.

He really cared about him

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

Whoever asked me to write a fanfic, I'm going to write it, ok? But I had to write in order of who asked first, don't worry 😊

#demon slayer tickle #tickle fic #demon slayer tickling #kny tickling #lee!tanjiro #ler!gyuu #ler!tomioka

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hellowhisperingstars · 6 months

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Bat Boy

Summary: Eddie asks you an important question.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x VampireGF!Reader

Words: 5K

Warnings: vampires, blood, Eddie gets turned, sad reader backstory, not proofread. I think that's it. Please let me know if I messed anything!

A/N: Happy Halloween everyone!! Here is a sequel to Batty from last year! I did some google searching for some words in different languages that might not be accurate. Please let me know if they are wrong and I will fix them!

Tata = Father (Romanian)

Suflețel = My dear/darling (Romanian)

Anya = Mother (Hungarian)

Ma Cherie = My darling (French)

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! <3

Batty - Masterlist

“Hey Batty?” Eddie muttered as he cuddled up to you on the couch in his trailer. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, baby.” You said putting down the book you had been reading. “What's on your mind my love. You look conflicted.”

“I’ve been thinking,” He said as he pulled your legs up over his lap so he could play with the frayed ends of the hole that sat on the knee of your jeans.

“Uh oh,” You whispered as you watched him. “Got your serious face on.”

Eddie bit his lip, struggling to say what he wanted. He didn’t want to put you on the spot like this but he knew that you would rather he just come out and say it rather than dance around the subject. “Batty, remember when you fed off me and I asked if it would turn me?”

“Yes,” You nodded, your eyes narrowing as you looked at him, was he going to ask what you thought he was going to ask?

“You told me that it would take more than a bite and it would be a different conversation.”

Nodding again you gave a little “mhm” as confirmation.

“I want to talk about it.” He said swallowing to try and clear his dry throat.

“Okay,” You nodded, sitting up a little. “What did you want to know?”

“How do you change someone?”

“It’s kind of like how they portrayed it in movies.” You shrugged. You had been a vampire for so long that it’s hard to remember a lot of the details of your change other than how it felt. “They drink your blood to the point of death and then they feed you theirs. That’s the traditional way at least. I heard recently that some doctor in Japan was able to do it through a blood transfusion.”

“Does it hurt?” He asked quietly as he pulled at a string.

No reason to hide the truth from him. Nodding, you took a deep breath, licking your lips before you started. “You're dying, love, your heart stops, you can't breathe. After a few minutes it feels like there’s fire in your veins. It feels like it takes forever for your heart to start again and for your lungs to start working properly. It’s awful, honestly. I wouldn’t let anyone I care about do it unless they are absolutely sure this is what they wanted.“

“How long does the pain last?”

“It’s different for everyone.” You shrugged looking away from him. “A few minutes to a couple hours.”

“How long did your change take?”

“Hours. I was in pretty bad shape to begin with so it had a lot of things to mend.” Looking out the front window you noticed the sun was starting to set. Getting up you looked down at him and held out your hand. “Walk with me?”

Looking up at you he nodded his head as he grabbed your hand letting you lift him to his feet as you walked towards the door.

The first colors of fall were just starting to sprout on the trees turning the leaves from green to yellow, orange, and red, a crispy breeze greeted you as the door of the trailer opened and together you and Eddie walked down the steps to the gravel walkway heading towards the forest that surrounded the park.

“You're more curious than normal,” You said as you jumped into a downed log, walking it like a tightrope you looked over at him. “What else are you curious about, my love?”

Eddie plucked a branch from the ground taking his time to rip the dead leaves away as he got up the courage to ask you about something he knew might bother you. “How did you die?”

That stopped you as you looked at him. “You really want to know?”

“I want to know more about you..” He said, his eyes squinting against the setting sun.

You bit your lip as you tried to think back to your old life. Giving him a little giggle you “Gonna make me show my age.”

“You’re beautiful no matter how old you are.” He said with a smile as he squinted from the setting sun behind you.

“Charmer.” You laughed. Taking a seat on the down long log you played with one of its delicate branches. “I was born in 1905 in St. Louis. My parents weren't rich but we did alright. Papa owned this shitty little diner on the bad side of town, got a lot of drunks and thugs that came to the place but it paid the bills. We lived in the apartment above it. Mama worked in a factory making men's shirts and I actually got to go to school for a while. But when I hit twelve I dropped out to help Papa with the diner. Life was good, you know? He loved that diner. Sold liquor and everything, a lot of the people that came kinda became extended family.

Then the prohibition happened when I was fifteen and suddenly the diner wasn't doing well. Mama had to get a second job and I tried to help the best I could by taking odd jobs around town. Babysitting, errand running, anything to help keep the diner open and a roof over our heads but Papa was too proud to accept help from me or Mama so he did what he had to. One of our best customers was this gangster.. His name was Squeaky Pete. Had this really annoying high pitched voice. His vocal chords got damaged in a fight or so I was told. Anyway, he came to Papa with a proposal: he would use the back room and basement as a speakeasy and he would pay for the upkeep of the diner. Papa didn't even think he just said yes. They opened the place a few months later. Called it the Primrose. After Squeaky's mother apparently.

For the next few years things were okay. I grew up surrounded by gangsters. Mama hated that. Always told me to be cautious, never look them in the eye, watch my mouth or better yet don’t even talk to them, avoid them at all costs, and by the time I was old enough to really understand what was happening Papa made me promise to never go into the Primrose. I broke that promise when I turned twenty one. I was just so damn tired of being careful.

So I got into my prettiest dress, did my make up, hair, the whole nine yards and when my parents went to sleep I went down. Victor recognized me and tried to say no but Squeaky showed up and told him to let me in that I was old enough.

I spent all night down there. One night turned to two and two to three before I knew it. I was a frequent customer and my parents never caught on as far as I knew anyway. I got close to Squeaky, real close.”

“You dated a mobster?” Eddie said, stepping forward with his hands going to your hips. “No shit?”

You shrugged with a nod. “Yeah. He was a good guy if you looked past all the illegal shit he did.”

“Jesus that's metal as fuck babe.”

Laughing, you wrapped your arms around Eddie's neck getting somber as you thought back to the rest of the story. “This is where it gets worse. Are you ready for it?”

With his nod you continued. “It was a few months later right before Christmas when the Primrose was raided. Cops everywhere. Just complete chaos, screaming, crying, guns going off. I remember being scared and Squeaky tried to get me to safety but I was shot.”

Moving the top of your shirt to the side you pointed to a small area by your breast close to your heart and then lifted up the hem of your shirt to show a spot by your stomach and pelvis. “Right there, there, and there. Squeaky didn't have a choice; he had to leave me to save himself. I don't blame him. I don't remember much after that. But I do remember waking up in a cold room just covered by a sheet and I was scared because I was having a hard time staying awake. Tata was there. He was the coroner for the city at the time. He noticed me moving and he knew that I wouldn't last much longer and he told me what happened and offered to change me to save my life and I said yes. I wasn't ready to die. So he wrapped me up the best he could, snuck me out to his car and took me home, he got me set up in his room and gave me his blood. I had lost so much from my wounds that he didn’t need to bite me. I remember that for the first few minutes it felt like nothing was happening, then suddenly I felt like I was on fire, burning from the inside out. My heart stopped and I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was dying in the worst way possible. For hours I was stuck in his painful limbo, not dead but not really alive either. Then my heart started up again and I could breathe and I felt my body start to push the bullets out and heal over the wounds. By the next night I was okay. Tata never left my side, fed me blood from his ice box and made sure I was okay. I never got to go back home though. Papa and Mama thought I was dead so they closed the diner after the raid and moved away. Tata said I could stay with him and we moved away not long after. I was assumed dead so we couldn’t stay in St. Louis anymore.”

“Do you miss them?” Eddie asked, pushing your hair from your forehead. “Your parents?”

“Everyday.” You nodded with your eyes closed. “They died a long time ago. I found them once in the forties and took some time to go see where they lived. But Mama had passed already and Papa was alone by then. I didn’t want to upset him so I stayed away. When he died they held an estate sale. I bought some of their things. I still have them in my room.”

“That double hinged picture frame you have on your dresser. It’s got a photo of an older couple in it. That your parents?”

“Mhm.” You nodded again looking up with him. “Eddie, answer me honestly. Did you ask because you want to be turned?”

Eddie looked you dead in your eyes and nodded. “Yeah. I wanna be with you forever. I don’t wanna grow old while you stay young and beautiful. You’re it for me baby. I love you.”

“I love you too. You know you won’t be able to see Wayne for a very long time. It'll be too dangerous."

“I know.” He nodded. “I’ll do whatever it takes to stay by your side.”

Biting your lip, you took in a deep breath. “I’ll talk to Tata and Anya. Tata is the head of the family so it’s his decision.”

Nodding Eddie leaned down to kiss you. He would wait for as long as it takes

That night you sat in the large library that was supposed to be the dining room of your humble home. Florin Crudo, or Tata as you call him, had the home built in the woods just off Cornwallis by Lake Jordan in the early 70s and after it was completed he had moved your little undead family in. He had decided after moving in that since you didn't eat food that the dining room would make a lovely library to hold all the books that he had collected over his lifetime.

So here you sat reading a first edition of Frankenstein when you looked up at your adopted parents. Erzsébet Crudo, your Anya, was sitting on the loveseat cuddled up with Florin, with a book in their hands while your adopted brother Sébastien and his wife Madeleine sat by the window playing chess and flirting from the looks of it.

“You look troubled, Suflețel.” Florin said, looking over his book at you. “Something you would like to talk about?”

That got the attention of the members of your family who all stopped what they were doing to look at you.

“Eddie and I talked today. He asked questions about what being turned was like.” You told him as you closed your book on your finger to hold your page.

“And what did you tell him?” Sébastien asked as he turned in his chair. It wasn’t lost on anyone in the room that your brother and his wife had no love loss for Eddie. They found him annoying for the lack of a better term. Madeleine once said that he was too loud and showy for her.

“I told him the truth.” You snarked back, rolling your eyes a little. “I have no reason to lie to him. He wants to be turned.”

Your parents looked at one another before they sat up, closing their own books as well.

“Is that what you want?” Anya said as she set her book on the table.

“I love him.” You nodded, sitting up more to look at them. “He wants to be with me forever and I want to be with him forever.”

“I don’t think it's a good idea.” Sébastien said standing up to move over to the sofas you were sitting at.

“Why not?” You snapped, “He makes me happy. As my brother you should want that for me.”

“He just doesn’t seem like he would be reliable enough to keep our secret.” He said looking over at your parents.

“He’s kept mine for a while now. Why would it suddenly change when he’s one of us?”

“I just don’t think -”

“You changed Madeleine cause you loved her even though she was dying of syphilis in some french whorehouse!” You argued back completely standing up to face your much taller brother. Madeleine stood up quickly making the chair she sat on scrap against the wooden floor as she stomped from the room.

"Y/N!" Your Anya yelled shocked at tour behavior.

“Ma cherie! Wait!" Sébastien yelled to her before he turned back to you, leaning down a little to get closer. “This isn’t about her!”

“Enough!” Florin yelled as he stood from the love seat holding his hands up to quiet the both of you. “Sébastien leave your sister alone. Eddie is a nice boy who has proven that he could keep our lives secret. Y/N apologize to your brother and sister-in-law, throwing Madeleine's past in their faces wasn’t necessary.”

You muttered a quiet apology to your brother before he ran out to find Madeleine. You’ll have to apologize to her later. Looking up at Florin you take a seat again. “I don’t want to lose Eddie.”

Sighing, Florin stepped towards you putting his hand on your head. "I'll have to talk to Hopper. Then he and I will talk to Eddie together. I don't want to bring us any trouble by going behind Hopper's back."

Nodding you stood up and hugged Florin. "Thank you Tata."

He hugged you back before he pushed you gently towards the door. "Go apologize to Madeleine."

"Yes, Tata." You nodded again before you turned to leave the room.

Erzsébet sighed as she leaned back against the love seat. A little giggle in her voice. “She's horribly modern isn't she?”

“She always has been.” Florin laughed and walked over to her. “She has a much easier time changing with the decades.”

“What are we going to do about Eddie?”

“I'll talk to Hopper and the boy. Make sure he understands what he's asking.” Florin said as he sat down next to his wife. “Everything will work out how it’s supposed to.”

“I’m sorry. He wants to do what?” Hopper said as he blinked at Florin and then turned to Eddie who was sitting on one of the sofas in the Crudo library, Hopper hands sat on his hips as he tried to understand what was said to him.

Florin sighed as he looked over at Eddie. It has been a few days since that night you brought up Eddie wanting to turn and he had called Hopper a day later to ask him to stop by. He had also asked you to bring Eddie by so the three of them could discuss this situation they found themselves in. “Eddie has expressed interest in turning. I asked you here as a courtesy, my family has a good standing with you and I didn’t want to do anything behind your back. We know the rules.”

Wiping his hand down his face the Chief looked over to Eddie. “I’ve known you for a long time, kid, and in all these years you have done some stupid shit but I think this takes the cake. I mean are you even aware of what you’re asking? What you’re leaving behind?”

“Of course I am.” Eddie replied, sitting up straight. “Besides, Wayne just moved from night shift to day shift, so I’ll still be able to see him, and the sun doesn’t hurt them so I know that after the change I can still live my life like I normally do.”

“It’ll take a while for your body to properly resist the sun.” Florin said, his hand moving to Eddie's shoulder. “But with time and proper feeding you’ll be fine.”

“Now hold on,” Hopper said, holding his hands up. “I still haven't said yes.”

“Why do you even get a say?” Eddie challenged as he stood up from the couch his eyes glaring into Hoppers. “This is my life. This is what I want. I love her Hopper. I wanna be with her for as long as she’ll have me whether that's sixty years or six hundred. Just know that if you say no I’ll just go find someone who will say yes.”

“Now, now,” Florin said, stepping between the two men. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Jim…”

Hopper stared sternly at Eddie before he let out a huge sigh, his hands going back to his hips. “Same rules apply. No feeding in town, you get hungry, you leave Hawkins. Not even the wild animals are fair game, I don’t need any hunters finding deer carcasses, and be aware that no matter how much I like you kid, if you lose it and go into a frenzy I will take you out. Am I clear?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded his head as a smile started to spread on his lips. “I get it, Hopper.”

“Florin. You’re in charge of him.” Jim said shortly and turned, moving towards the door. He had to get back to the station. “Don’t make me regret this Munson.”

“I won’t.”

“I’ll watch over him just like I do the rest of my family.” Florin said with a nod and together the two of them watched as Hopper left the room. With the door open the two men could see you pacing the hallway outside a worried look on your face as Hopper left out the front door. “Suflețel, come in here please.”

Your head snapped towards them and you quickly made your way into the room. “What did he say?”

Erzsébet, Sébastien, and Madeleine followed you in two of the three looking incredibly uninterested in the current moment. “Everyone, it looks like we’ll be getting a new member to our little family. I expect all of you to be kind and help him as he transitions.” He looked at your brother and sister-in-law with a serious gaze. “I know how you feel but he is your sisters chosen and we should support them as we did you two.”

Happiness bubbled over in your chest and you let out a cheer as you rushed to Eddie jumping into his arms, your legs going around his waist as he held you to him, his hands going under your thighs to support you. “Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”

“Absolutely.” Eddie nodded his head as he smiled at you. “I have never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.”

“I love you.” You muttered, leaning your forehead against his.

“I love you too.” He sighed, completely content now knowing that he didn’t have to fight Hopper.

“Edward,” Florin said with a small smile on his face when he looked over at the two of you before he turned more serious. “I need you to understand that the change won't be easy. It’ll hurt and you’ll feel every second of it. If this is really what you want you need to get your things in order. Pack a few bags, you'll be staying here with us until you can control yourself after the change, and you’ll need to tell your Uncle something.”

Eddie nodded his head as he looked at your adopted dad over your shoulder. “I’ve already been telling him that Y/N and I are thinking of getting out of town for a while. Just road tripping across the country, so he’ll expect us to be gone for a while.”

“That was very smart of your Eddie.” Erzsébet said as she moved over to the two of you, her hand going to his shoulder. “I look forward to having you in our family.”

“Thank you,” Eddie smiled. He felt you unwrap your legs and set you on the ground, his hands moving up to your back. Looking down at you his smile widened. “So when do we do this?”

“Give us a few days.” Florin said as he looked over at Sébastien. “Will you be able to get us a good supply of blood and equipment from the hospital?”

Sighing, in mild annoyance Sébastien nodded his head. “I’ll talk to Marcus, see what I can do.”

“Excellent.” Florin nodded his head as he turned to Eddie, making a face at him and in a playful voice he muttered. “Say goodbye to the light Edward.”

Giving out a laugh Eddie nodded his head, his hand rubbing your back as he looked at you. He couldn’t wait to be with you forever.

Time passed and the fateful day was upon you as you pulled your car up to the Munson trailer. Taking a deep breath you stepped from your car and headed up to the steps of your boyfriend's house before you ascended them and knocked on the door. It was a Saturday so Wayne was home to answer the door. He smiled at you when he saw you.

“Hey sweetie, Eddie’s finishing up packing. Come on in.” Wayne greeted letting you into the house.

“Hi Wayne!” You smiled back at him as you entered, your eyes being drawn to the two bags full of Eddie’s clothes.. “How’s the day shift treating you?”

“It’s taking a bit to adjust but I’m getting used to it.” Eddie’s Uncle smiled as he sat on the arm of his recliner. “Where are you two crazy kids headed to first?”

“I think we wanted to head up to Michigan first.” You smiled, as Eddie came back out his last bag in his hands.

“Hey Batty.” He smiled, dropping the duffle by your feet and he leaned in to kiss you. “Ready to go?”

“Ready when you are.” You nodded gazing up at him with your own bright smile. You could see a bit of nervousness in his eyes, you didn’t blame him, it’s a scary path he’s about to head down.

He nodded before he looked over at Wayne and gave him a little smile as he walked over. “You take care of yourself, old man. I’ll be back in a few months.”

“Have fun and be safe.” His Uncle said as he pulled him in for a hug. “You call me if you have any problems. You hear me?”

“Yeah I hear you.” Eddie said, slapping his hand on his uncle's back before he pulled away. “Love you Wayne.”

“Love you too Son. Now get goin’.” He said, gesturing you both towards the door. “Gotta hit the highway before it gets too late.”

Leaning down you grabbed one of Eddie’s duffles smiling at the two men as you held your hand out for Eddie. “Time to go love.”

Nodding Eddie grabbed the two other duffles and held one in his hand while he threw the other on his shoulder. Taking your hand with his free one he led you through the trailer door and down the steps to your car. Packing his bags into your trunk you gave one final wave to Wayne as you got into the driver seat and started your car towards home.

“Nervous?” You asked as you looked over at him watching as he looked out of the passenger window.

“I would be lying if I said no.” Eddie chuckled a little, you could hear the nerves in his voice.

“You don’t have to do this, you know? We could literally just go on this road trip.” You wanted to give him this out in case he was having second thoughts. You wanted him to know you wouldn’t love him any less if he decided he didn’t want this anymore.

“No, I want this.” Eddie said, turning to look at you.

You nodded your head as you turned onto Cornwallis, past the Harrington house, past the Byers house, and turned down the path to your home. Pulling your car into the driveway you were greeted by Florin and Erzsébet who were standing on the porch waiting for you. You and Eddie looked at one another before you exited the car moving around to the trunk to grab Eddie's bags. Together hand in hand again you walked towards the house.

“Are you ready for this?” Florin asked seriously as he watched the two of you join them at the porch.

“Absolutely.” Eddie nodded, squeezing your hand in his own before the door of you walked into the house.

Florin closed the door behind you all as you harder to your room to set Eddie’s bags down. “We'll wait until dark. That way you won't have to worry about the sun for a few hours. Until then do you have any questions?”

For the next few hours the four of you sat in the library chatting, answering any and all of Eddie's questions. Your brother and sister-in-law joined you at one point. And when the time came the six of you traveled into the guest room. You wanted him to be as comfortable as possible but you knew it would be the exact opposite. Moving around the room you got him settled sitting on the bed and put his long curls up into a bun as Tata and Sébastien moved medical equipment round the room.

“It's time.” Florin said quietly as he rolled up the sleeves of his black button down. “Last chance to change your mind.”

Eddie shook his head looking at Florin and then back to you as he held your hand. “Let's do this.”

“Alright. Sébastien the heart monitor please.” Florin directed and watched while Eddie took his shirt off to allow your brother to hook him up. Soon the sound of his heart beat filled the room and you noticed it was a little fast but he was nervous.

Moving off to the side you never let go of Eddie's hand as Florin moved towards him. His cool hand coming up to check both sides of his neck for a good spot giving you a sideways look when he found the year old bite scars from when you fed off Eddie in his room.

You looked down at Eddie's hand acting like nothing was wrong.

“That was my fault.” Eddie said quietly. “She needed to feed and I got nervous that she was going too long between feedings. She fought me on it but I convinced her. She didn't take much and took care of me after.”

Nodding his head in understanding, Florin dropped it and found the spot he was looking for. Closing his eyes he felt his fangs elongate and in a flash he sank his teeth into Eddie’s neck.

The boy in question closed his eyes tightly, face screwed up in pain, his heart rate sped up as the monitor went nuts, the beeping so loud it was driving you crazy as he squeezed your hand. He didn't hear you as you whispered sweet things to him, all he could focus on was the feeling of cold over taking his body and the dizziness that started to spin the darkness behind his eyes. He felt weak. Florin's fangs were much bigger than your own and he could feel his blood leaving his body. It was different but the same as when you fed on him but this time there was no safeword.

You looked at the heart monitor as the beeping slowed. He was close. Your Anya stepped forward, her hand coming up to touch Florin on his back to let him know and your father figure drew back keeping his hands on Eddie to keep him steady as he licked the blood from his lips. “Lay him down.”

You moved into action getting Eddie into a comfortable position and went to sit by his side as Florin moved to the other side of the bed biting his own wrist as he went before holding it up to Eddie lips.

“You have to drink.” He instructed lightly watching as Eddie shakily looked at you and when you nodded you helped him latch on to the offered wrist rubbing his back as he started to drink.

“That's it baby.” You muttered. You hoped praising him would help. “You can do it.”

Your Tata let him drink his fill until Eddie himself wrenched away, his body seizing, his breathing coming in short quick pants, as the change started. It was coming on quick but since Eddie was a strong healthy young man it didn't surprise any of you. There was nothing for the change to heal. You heard the monitor give out a long continuous beep as his heart stopped and he struggled to breath. You held him as close as you could trying to give him any comfort. When he stopped breathing you looked up to Florin, panic clear on your features, as Erzsébet came to you, setting her hand on your shoulder.

“This is normal.” He said with a nod as he watched. This change would only take a few minutes he could tell by how quickly Eddie was reacting and as a vampire who had sired all four of his family members he could tell when it would take longer. Your change has been the longest since you had been shot three times, the damage inside of you had been substantial. Eddie’s quick change was easy compared to your but still, painful nonetheless

Eddie had never been in so much pain in his entire life. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, all he felt was pain. Every inch of his body felt like it was overheating. His lungs felt like they were being crushed by his rib cage. You had explained exactly how it felt, he knew it would feel like this but he wasn't ready. At first it was cold, numb, like he wanted to sleep but once the metallic taste of Florin's blood touched his tongue he couldn't get enough. Then the pain started and it kept rolling through him in long sharp waves. Minutes felt like they went on for hours and suddenly, everything stopped. He felt weightless and his eyes snapped open as he took in a huge lung full of air. He looked around wildly, everything was too bright, too vivid, and then you suddenly came into his line of sight. Your lips were moving but he couldn't make it what you were saying. The sound of his heart slowly beating was so loud until it faded away. Then all he heard was you.

“Love?” You asked as he stared wide eyed at you. “Can you hear me?”

“Yeah. Yeah I hear you.” He mumbled as he focused on you, he could hear your heart beating slowly but it was so loud. And he felt hungry. Hungrier than he's ever been. He could smell blood but couldn't see it. “I'm starving.”

“Here, drink this.” Sébastien said, passing you a few blood bags.

Carefully you take them from him and help Eddie into a better position so he can drink. Tapping his lips with the bag you smiled at him. “Open up baby.”

The sight of blood made Eddie's fangs pop out which made him gasp as he opened his mouth, his tongue poking at the tips. “Shit.”

You laughed as you held the bag up watching him drop his tongue and he looked up at you with a small pout before you slapped the bag against the points of his fangs letting them pierce the bag so he could feed.

Once that bag was drained he looked back up at you again after he took the bag from his mouth. His excitement to see the world as you do overpowering him. “Can we go outside?”

“In a bit okay?” You mumbled as you leaned your forehead against his. “I just want you to rest for a little longer. Besides, we have until the end of the world to explore.”

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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day from me to you! Here’s a fluffy Foggy fic. Also, I listened to so many different playlists on Spotify while writing this. This roughly takes place in 1x12 of the show (divider by saradika)

Thanks to @writings-of-a-demigod and @writeroutoftime for helping out!!!!!

Summary: After finding out Matt is Daredevil, Foggy begins to question everything. He sees you and that all goes away, but what will happen when you two start talking under the New York stars?

Word Count: 2,090

Warnings: none, Matt is DD (implied), fluff (like tooth-rotting), bad writing reader has at least medium-length hair (mentioned once)

With heavy steps, Foggy walks up the stairs to the office, an invisible weight on his shoulders. ‘Was anything Matt ever told the truth? Were they ever even friends? Was anything around him real?’ Then he thought back to you. ‘If nothing else…’ he thought. ‘If nothing else, these feelings are real.’ He turned the metal knob to the office, opening the door.

Everything in and about this place reminds him of Matt. All their time together in college, the laughs they shared, the struggles they promised to get through together, certain awards and knick-knacks decorating their desks, and… you. You, asleep at the desk in the middle of the twin offices. Your hair sprawled over your shoulders, falling on the folders and pictures beneath your arms.

His features soften a bit, glad Matt isn’t here, glad to see that someone can have some peace around here. All Foggy could do was think about the betrayal he felt from Matt. ‘How could he have lied to Foggy for so long? And about something so important, and… dangerous?’ His thoughts were constantly racing since he learned Matt’s secret but as soon as he saw you, they silenced. For the past week, all Foggy could do was doubt everything.

He softly closes the door behind him, making his way over to you. He puts his hand on your arm, slightly shaking you in an attempt to wake you up. “Y/N?” He whispered, receiving no response in return. “Y/N… come on, wake up.” He saw you starting to stir in your sleep, still not waking up fully. So, he tried again. “Y/N,” he said with a direct voice, continuing to shake your arm. He saw you start to flutter your eyes open, you furrowing your eyebrows.

“Morning, sunshine.” He said with a smile forming on his face as he saw you open your eyes. You lift your head up, looking around in confusion, not remembering falling asleep. You blink your eyes a few times, wiping the little trail of drool leaving the corner of your lips. Your eyes land on Foggy, who's standing at the corner of your desk with a small smile on his face. Despite the smile on his face, Foggy looked a little tired, like you, and a lot sad.

“Hey…” You spoke in a slightly groggy voice having just woken up. “What time is it?” Foggy checks his watch as you sit straight up in your chair. “It’s just past midnight. Why didn’t you go home if you were tired?” He still stands in front of you, concern and worry clearly written on his face.

You cleared your throat, able to talk with less of a rasp now. “I stayed late… later than I thought, I guess. I was just doing some research on the Castle case. I wanted to try and help you out.” Your words trail off as you get done explaining yourself.

His features soften, glad to have someone like you in his life; he’s more glad to have you in his life. “You didn’t have to do that.” He talks barely above a whisper, whether because you just woke up, or because he's unsure of his words, you aren’t sure.

“It was no problem, really.” You say with a smile starting to dance on your lips dismissively. You stand up, starting to walk the short distance to the mini kitchen your office had. “I know it’s a little late, but do you want some coffee? I have more things I need to look through, so…” He starts to readjust his shoulder bag awkwardly while you explain yourself.

“Oh, no.” He begins. “I just came here to get a few of my things.” His voice gets quiet at the end of his sentence.

Your heart hurts a little at his words. They weren’t rude in any manner of speaking, but they still stung and made your heart drop into your stomach. Your mouth opens and closes, starting to say something then deciding against it. Instead, you decide on a half-assed smile as you meet his eyes.

“Okay, well, I’ll leave you be.”

He gives a soft but curt nod and begins to walk towards his office. “Hey, Foggy?” you interrupt his movement.

He turns around with wide eyes, "Yeah?" You think of how you want to word what you're trying to say. You come up empty, except for the words, "Are you okay?" You asked him sincerely. It was obvious that something was different with him and Matt.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The words fall out of his mouth like he's trying to convince the both of you.

Without missing a beat, you speak up. "No, you aren't, Foggy. I know you. I've known you for years. So, please don't lie to me. You don't have to spill your guts to me, just tell me if something is bothering you."

You talk with a sense of desperation, hoping your words get through to him. You watch his gaze soften, not that it was a hard look to begin with. More like the toughness he was presenting left, leaving just Foggy.

Wordlessly, you walk closer to Foggy, slowly bringing your hands up to his chest. You grab at the strap of his shoulder bag, dragging it down his arm. You hear the leather fall to the floor with a soft thump.

Ditching the idea of coffee, files, or personal items, you reach down clasping his hand in yours. He knew from the moment you walked over to him what you were doing. You were going to the roof.

Foggy loved that about you - he came to terms a while ago that he was, in fact, hopelessly in love with you - you knew what he needed even if he himself didn't know.

Hand in hand, you open the office door, closing it behind you, and go down the hallway and up the stairs to the door that says 'roof access.'

This wasn't new to either of you. The pair always went onto the roof when something was wrong, or when the world felt like it was caving in on you. So you did what you always do.

You two walked out, hearing a loud metal clang of the door behind you. You found a spot and Foggy, ever the gentleman, takes off his jacket to lay down on the ground for you.

You lay next to Foggy, his thick jacket protecting you from feeling the rough asphalt below you. Arms crossed over your stomach, you silently stare up at the New York stars, tracing invisible constellations in your mind.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass between you two as you enjoy the peace of mind this environment brings you. The starlight on your faces, the sounds of the city surrounding you, the tiny rocks faintly digging into your back, not as bad as it could be thanks to Foggy's suit jacket under you.

"It's Matt," Foggy breaks the silence, barely speaking loud enough for you to hear him. You turn your head a little, looking over at him from the corner of your eyes. You see he’s still looking straight up at the sky, not ready to look at you. “I can’t get into it, but…” He shrugs, struggling to find the words. “I just- I know that things aren’t going to be the same.” He’s practically whispering now, like he’s worried you’ll run away if he speaks too loud.

You turn your head more to look at him fully with your ear now on the ground. There aren’t any words exchanged for a beat. “Well, whenever you can talk about it, you know where I’ll be.” He moves his head, now facing you. He nods gently, glad the two of you have an unspoken agreement about the roof and its sacredness.

He stares at you, looking into your eyes. Foggy looks at you with such intensity, you’d think he was trying to figure out all of your secrets. But this is normal. He always looks at you like this. Like every moment was a gift from God that he treasured.

Not that you knew that’s why he looked at you that intensely.

No, you two were just good friends. You had been best friends with Foggy since he and Matt started at Landman and Zach. You get along with Matt just fine but you’ve always been closer to Foggy.

As you return the stare in his eyes, you see his eyes move. From your eyes to your lips, to your nose and hair. There’s a foreign tension in the air. Usually, the air between you two is light and carefree, but now it’s heavy. It sits like a blanket over you. The silence is thick and almost tangible until Foggy breaks the silence.

“I love you.” He speaks, the first time anyone has spoken in a while. A hint of sincerity drips from his words, going unnoticed by you.

“I love you too,” you respond, smiling. This wasn’t the first time you two had said this. You didn’t say it all the time, but often enough. You both loved each other. He knows everything about you and you know everything about him.

He immediately starts shaking his head. He leans up, turning around to continue looking at you. He sits with his palms against the gravel, fingers splayed apart, neck turned almost painfully back at you. You follow his actions, sitting up and still looking at him with furrowed brows.

“No, I love you. I think about you all the time. I think about how your eyes glow when you hear your favorite song. I think about how you remember some random person's birthday but don’t remember to drink water. I think about the way you hunch over the table when we play a board game. I love you. I love everything about you.”

Your mouth hangs barely open in shock. Your mind blanks for a second, a minute, or maybe an hour. You aren't entirely sure. His voice brings you out of whatever trance you're in. "And I just ruined our friendship because you don't feel the same." He's barely able to finish the sentence before you start talking.

"No, no, no, no, no," you rush out. "It's not that, Foggy. I just... it took me by surprise." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. "I think about you too." You begin speaking after a moment of thick silence. "I think about how you run your hands through your hair when you're nervous, how you belt out sea shanties when you think you're alone, how you have different dorky ringtones for just about everyone... I love you too, Foggy. " Your cheeks now tinted with a slightly rosy tint, you look at him, really look at him, and smile.

“I do not!- how did you know about the sea shanties?” His tone begins as defensive but then shifts to curious. A smile grows on your face, taking up half of it from how big you’re smiling. You begin to laugh, and he joins in but still skeptical about how you knew what he thought was a secret only he knew.

“Let’s just say a drunk Matt is very willing to talk about you.” You say with a shit-eating grin now on your face. The two of you sit in that moment, Foggy thinking about what other secrets Matt may have told you, and you smiling nervously, waiting for him to acknowledge your reciprocated feelings.

He must sense your growing nerves, as he ignores the thoughts of all the embarrassing things he’s done in front of Matt and focuses back on you. You, with the shining eyes and bright smile.

“Anyways,” he begins, shaking his head, “would you… would you wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date… with me? I know this new Thai place that opened up on 42nd and 9th. If not, that’s-”

You continue to smile, putting your hand over his, making him stop his rambling. “Foggy, I’d love to. How’s Saturday? Say, 6 o’clock?”

He starts nodding his head, smiling even brighter than you are.

“That’s great. I’ll pick you up then.”

“Great, it’s a date.”

You two look at each other, a sense of what can only be described as longing in both pairs of eyes. Longing for more but knowing you have to wait, at least just a little while.

‘Thank whatever God is up there,’ Foggy thinks. ‘Thank God this is real.’

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Not Alone

Summary: The reader is having a rough day but things get strange when an unannounced visitor shows up at her door...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language, mentions of death, angst, fluff

A/N: So much angst in this one. Enjoy!

Today was just one of those days. Nothing caused it, not really. You simply woke up and knew today was going to be a struggle.

You went through the motions like you were supposed to, got dressed, did your hair, forced a smile on your face in the mirror. You made a fast breakfast and made the idle morning chit chat at work that was expected of you. You were doing exactly what was expected of you.

Until you walked through the front door that evening, walked upstairs and curled up on bed.

You didn’t want to try anymore today. You were done. You just wanted to get out of the stuffy clothes, take a hot shower and go back to bed forever.

You growled when the doorbell rang while you were changing and whoever it was wouldn’t let up. You grabbed the closest pair of sweats and shirt you could find, clenching your fists as the person kept hitting the button.

“What!” you shouted as you went down the stairs, tearing it open with far too much force.

“Bad day?” he asked, lifting his head up so you could spot the green eyes under the brim of his baseball hat.

“Dean? You’re-“

“Dead? Debatable,” he said with a smile. “Well actually not debatable. I’m pretty dead. I got a hall pass to come visit.”

“Why-“

“Chuck made me a deal,” said Dean. “Plus he so owes me, for like a ton of crap.”

“I mean-“

“I thought I told you to go have a life if something ever happened to me,” he said, reaching out a hand to move the hair out of your face. You leaned into his touch, still warm and soft.

“Well I’ve been a bit sad lately for obvious reasons,” you said, laying your hand over his.

“Ah. Right,” said Dean. “Uh, why aren’t you with Sam anymore?”

“Because we got in a fight and he threw me out,” you said.

“Uh huh. I see,” he said. “Well, go pack your bag.”

“I’m not going back,” you said. “I-”

“Uh huh,” he said, snapping his fingers. You blinked and were in your old room in the bunker, still looking like a hot mess in your sweats, Dean leaning against the doorframe, smirking under his hat brim. “I die and suddenly now it’s okay to leave shirts on the floor? Feel like I got scolded a few times for that.”

“I left in a hurry,” you said, closing your eyes. “I also left for a reason, Dean. I-”

“You’re hiding,” he said.

“I just want to be left alone,” you said.

“Nope,” said Dean. “Sam!”

“What are you…” you trailed off, Dean suddenly gone.

“Dean?” called out Sam, poking his head in the room. “I thought...hey. You’re back.”

“Hey, Sammy.”

“So,” said Dean, nearly giving you a heart attack when he popped into your passenger seat later that night. “You moving back in with Sammy?”

“Don’t do that!” you said, gripping the steering wheel tight.

“Ah, come on. It’s a little fun,” said Dean with a laugh, glancing in the backseat. “Seems like everything’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

“Are you dead?” you asked.

“As a door nail,” said Dean.

“Then-“

“Oh come on. You know us. Just because we die doesn’t mean we stay dead,” he said.

“So you’re back?” you asked.

“Eh...think of it as I have visitation rights at the moment,” said Dean.

“I can’t move on if you’re gonna just pop by whenever,” you said.

“Because you were doing a stellar job of it when I left you alone,” he said, the car engine slowing as you were forced to pull over. You revved the engine but it didn’t move, Dean cocking his head at you. “Y/N.”

“I got a job and rented a house and I have moved on,” you said. “Stop messing with my car.”

“Sure, you moved. Moved on is debatable,” said Dean.

“Well you’re my freaking soulmate so how exactly do you suggest I get over you?” you shot back, tears welling in your eyes. “I miss you. So much and I feel so alone and I...I just feel so alone, Dean.”

“Geez, you really don’t remember? I thought you were playing dumb but obviously you’re in some kind of shock over this whole thing,” he said.

“Shock over what? You dying?” you scoffed.

“More like you dying, sweetheart,” he said. “Although technically, we’re both dead.”

“Excuse me? I’m not dead, Dean,” you said. “I didn’t die.”

“Oh boy,” he said rubbing his temples. “Uh, yeah, you did. We all did. Sammy and you got stuck in this limbo though. Sammy figured it out after a few days but you...you don’t remember. Huh. Here I thought you were playing hard to come to heaven. I was trying to ease you into this but apparently you just don’t remember,” he said.

“So if I’m dead but not in heaven…” you said. “I’m a ghost?”

“No. You’re in heaven,” said Dean, giving you a smile. “You seem to have...wandered off is all. I thought maybe you were hiding on account of the whole dying thing being a bit jarring but…looks like we should have kept a better eye on you, kiddo.”

“So I'm in heaven with you,” you said.

“Yes,” said Dean.

“But I’m not in the same heaven as you,” you said.

“Now you’re getting it,” he said with a smile. “You’ve been lost for a few months. Chuck said he can feel you getting sadder, made it easier to find you. You aren’t supposed to be out in this limbo area. So why don’t you move on and come hang out with your family in our heaven?”

“How do I do that?” you asked.

“Stop thinking about it,” he said. You stared at him, watching the scenery behind him shift to a quiet suburban street. “Ah, there we go. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

“I was…I bought you time back at that field,” you said, suddenly remembering what had actually happened.

“Yeah. I’m not thrilled about that but we still got the bad guy in the end. Hey, you wanna meet my dad? He’s been dying to meet you,” said Dean.

“Seriously,” you said, Dean snickering to himself. “Maybe slow down a little. I’m still getting used to the fact that I died.”

“You died like four months ago. How much time do you need?” teased Dean.

“You want to give me a run through of all this? Like why I got lost in the first place?” you asked.

“You got here before me, both you and Sam. I think you both got a little confused. He said he was. It’s why he left you. He knew where he was going but couldn’t bring you along yet,” said Dean. “He feels bad about that. It’s why he popped into the ‘bunker’ but you rushed out of there before he could really talk to you.”

“So this is our heaven?” you asked. Dean hummed and took hold of your hand, pulling you down the street on a walk.

“Yup. The blue house over there is ours. Sammy’s next door in that green one. My parents are down the road in that tan and stone one. Your parents are right around the corner,” he said. You had to stop and look at him, a car honking at you urging the both of you to step over to the side. You saw Charlie give Dean a wave as she drove past, your neck practically getting whiplash.

“How...how…” you said, Dean smiling.

“Sammy and I had a slight discussion with Jack. We came up with this whole idea of shared heaven. It’s like how they used to do it with the greatest hits thing but we kind of get to live again. Sort of cool,” said Dean. “People have seemed to like it. It’s nice to see everyone.”

“Yeah, that’s nice,” you said, Dean humming as he planted a kiss on you. You were starting to feel lighter as he did it, a little burst of happiness going off in your chest that turned into a peaceful contentment.

“Mmm, I bet you feel better now,” he said, nuzzling your cheek. “Sorry it took so long to find you.”

“Leave it to me to get lost when I die,” you said, smiling as you hugged him. “So what do we do now?”

“Whatever we want,” he said, kissing you again. “We could have a family dinner at our place tonight. Your parents, mine, Sammy and Jess...just something quiet for your first day.”

“I’d love that, Dean,” you said. “Thanks for finding me.”

“I’ll be honest, this place is nice but it sucks without your soulmate,” he said, tilting his head and licking his lips. “I’m so happy you’re not alone anymore, sweetheart.”

“You too, baby. You too.”

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