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#this is my congrats and thank you and everything present to you my friend
lovewithmary · 3 months
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Okay I’m gathering all my brain power for these and repurposing my own aus in my head 😼
Anyways imagine Dutch princess reader x lando. Hear me out okay so imagine every year when they hand out the trophies in the Netherlands reader hands it out and she’s friends with max because of him being their pride and joy of the country. Blind item comes in to duexmoi (want the person to be anon but their tag is like orange land or something that plays off orange and the fact that lando has the joke that natherlands is like a second home race)(idk how to spell it I’m not a gossip follower) about a certain Dutch princess with a f1 driver and everyone immediately assumes max and reader. Lando could hard launch them being like wrong orange boy or they could just be spotted on winter break having a vacation together. Imagine they met at like a gp when lando podiumed there (im manifesting for this season) and like when she was visiting garages there he rizzed her up
Idk you could scrap everything and I would still eat it up 🫶😽
WRONG DRIVER — LN4
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summary: in which people think that you and max are dating, but lando is determined to prove them wrong
pairing: dutch princess!y/n x lando norris
fc: elle fanning
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notes: for my pookie @renarots 🫶 also not me saying i have writer's block and don't know when I'll post but when rena sends me an ask I 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ to write
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princessy/n: thank you to f1 for inviting me and for letting me present the awards once again! and congrats to maxverstappen1, landonorris, and charles_leclerc for podium!
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user1: THE PADDOCK PRINCESS (LITERALLY) 🫶
user2: max and lando in the likes?/? ↳ user3: they literally got mentioned by Y/N???
user4: Y/N growing up attending gps to actually presenting in one is such a full circle moment for her
user5: Y/N you are literally the most fashionable person when you attend the paddock, please teach max 🙏🙏 ↳ princessy/n: i've tried, but he's too attached to being a walking-talking sponsor for his team ↳ maxverstappen1: says the one who's obsessed with a certain jacket 👀 ↳ user6: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
landonorris: 🧡🧡
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landonorris: can't imagine being with anyone except you 🧡
tagged: princessy/n
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user1: lando saw people were speculating Y/N dating max and proving EVERYONE wrong 😭
user2: the hand placements in the photos AHHHHHH
user3: lando fr said wrong driver
maxverstappen1: now say thank you max for setting us up ↳ princessy/n: thank you max <3 ↳ landonorris: thank you max 😄
princessy/n: THAT BIRTHDAY PHOTO IS A CRIME ↳ landonorris: no it's cute it's my lockscreen
maxfewtrell: the fact i've been present for most of these moments tell me i should hang out with you guys less ↳ princessy/n: don't lie max, you're just waiting for the perfect time to take lando away from me 😒 ↳ maxfewtrell: lando's always been mine, don't lie
user4: lando dating THE Y/N aka THE PRINCESS was not on my bingo card for this year
princessy/n: my love 🧡 ↳ landonorris: my princess 🧡
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yourmomxx · 4 months
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➵ angels talking - social media au | ln4 (1)
❥pairing - lando norris x fem!singer!reader (mentions of al12 x reader)
❥plot - Arthur Leclerc has been your best friend since your early childhood, you two grew up with each other and each other's families. Your closeness leads to fans suspecting there is more to your relationship, until, almost suddenly, the ball gets totally flipped
❥warnings - none, maybe ooc arthur leclerc sorry abt that
part i - the start | part ii - the number four
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formula2pics @/yourusername & @/arthurleclerc outside the ‘Sweet Sugars’-Café last night in Silverstone, England, present to support Arthur’s brother, Charles Leclerc at the Formula 1 Grand Prix
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ynlnn look me in the eye and tell me they’re not in love
paddockgirl favorite couple
sidney(tv) they’re so cute together
bella.ltn supportive besties
itsbrutalouthere I just KNOW that they're dating
jojo.jpg childhood best friends to lovers, angst and fluff, 156k words slow burn
tswizzle definition of made for each other
leclersbabe arthur❤️❤️
mollym my favs
hotchswife can’t wait to see them in the paddock
itsellie anyone saw that picture in yns story if arthur?
↳ kaynwe @/itsellie omg yes he looked so good😍
↳ kellykiwi @/kaynwe the veins, the hair, the way he smiled at her?? just ugh😩
ferrariyn i’m just waiting for their relationship announcement
untitled they would be the cutest couple ever let’s be honest
exscapenight mom and dad actually
larinakali i miss them posting each other😭
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yourusername serious competitors since ‘08😎
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ynbabe new song featuring arthur??
lnfave desperately clinging to yns posts since arthur doesn’t show her on his feed😩
charthurleclerc not my favorite wag posting about my favorite driver
↳ amslerin @/charthurleclerc she’s no wag tho
suziesalmon hope you crushed him girly
↳ yourusername @/suziesalmon of course i did
tswizzle @/arthurleclerc take her as an example and give us some yn/arthur posts!!!
ynisbabe please baby arthur is so cute
carolyn she is feeding us with content
´lanadelslay this is a soft launch, actually (I'm delulu)
f1updates how much you wanna bet they were playing mario kart
paddockgirl they would be such a sweet couple tho
hazelnuts yn putting her entire soul into the karaoke while arthur doesn’t even know what to do is so funny to me
factorfic YES a new yn and arthur post, i manifested this
sabrinajenga your honor they’re in love
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ferraridriveracademy Congrats to @/olliebearman and @/arthurleclerc on a Double Podium in Barcelona this afternoon!👏🏆
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leclersgirl whooo! arthur finally got the podium he deserved!!
hamiltonh so proud of them!
tom.oha these two are really some good drivers. i’m sure if they keep up their work they have much potential for f1!
charlesleclerc 🔥🔥
lucasclare so proud of my boys
sidney(tv) i literally screamed when they won, i’m so happy!!
interstellarfan123 that one penalty for frederick was so unnecessary
cheesestrings my two husbands
↳ suziesalmon @/cheesestrings they’re married to me wdym?
kaynwe the both worked so hard for this, i’m so glad
tangledinu sometimes i think about the fact that arthur has those huge footsteps of charles to fill, and that ollie seems to achieve everything that was expected of arthur
↳ isobella @/tangledinu that’s not fair you’re making me sad
sabrinajenga admin can you ask arthur for me where yn was today?
↳ realobama @/sabrinajenga was literally about to say the same thing
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arthurleclerc Thank you, Barcelona, for welcoming us greatly and for the support! 2nd place baby, yes!!❤️
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itsbrutalouthere arthur where is yn???
charlesleclerc such a great race man, really proud of you!🙌
lucasclare was really worried for you there in turn 7, but you managed it amazingly!!
suziesalmon why wasn’t yn in the paddock this weekend?
bimess you deserve this so much arthur!!
arthurfave can’t wait to be there live in abu dhabi
factorfic yn didn’t even like what’s happening
↳ hotchswife @/factorfic her phone probably fell in a river and that’s why she doesn’t have access to instagram (i’m delulu)
leclersbabe i am so happy for you!!
professorproton boy you better have a good explanation why yn wasn’t there, and you better have it now🤺🤺
forzaferrari miss seeing mom😢
frederickvestiofficial well done mate!
kellykiwi happy for your win, but where is yn?
itsellie hoping mom is just busy songwriting somewhere🤭
hamiltonh none of the post-race ask the real questions! for example, what did they change about the car, or WHERE THE HELL IS YN
ynbabe mom and dad are going through their divorce era?
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f1news YN YLN, famous singer and actress is reportedly in a close relationship with a Formula Racing Driver, a source claims - it is not revealed who it is. Fans have been asking themselves many questions after the long weeks of radio silence between childhood best friends YN YLN and Arthur Leclerc, the Ferrari Pilot for Formula 2
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reidbabe guys, i think this is it
hslot_forreal if it’s not Arthur i might throw myself in front of a car
tswizzle i’m conflicted i want it to be arthur so bad but at the same time their media hasn’t seemed right to me for ages now
liladonavan manifesting arthur x yn
ferrariyn that source better come clean i can’t take all this anticipation any more👏👏
↳ larinakali @/ferrariyn real.
sylviestone “dating a racing driver, won’t tell you who tho”
↳ jojo.jpg @/sylviestone😭😭
ynn1fan off topic but that’s a great picture of her
hannamountana no because i don’t know, i want it to be arthur so bad but at the same time idk mann
↳ emilyzkn @/hannahmountana i totally agree especially with her posting so much of him but him never posting her like what is going on there
↳ papayagirl @/emilyzkn their relationship has been off for such a long while tbh
exscapenight hoping arthur made a move before someone else did
↳ peppyi @/exscapenight no because watch someone else pulling her away from under arthur’s feet just because he was being a coward
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ferrarifan1 GIRL
landonorrizzzzzzz am i tripping or is that the wrong team???
maxfewtrell thought i saw a gremlin on the grid today🤔
↳ urfafdaydreamer @/maxfewtrell LMAO MAX WHAT
↳ yourusername @/maxfewtrell didn’t know they had mirrors all over the paddock??
↳ untitled @/yourusername what’s happening.
ynisbabe you’re so stunning
ynn1fan MOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE MAILMAN
↳ leclersgirl @/ynn1fan THE MAILMAN IM CRYING
christiek 🧩🧩
therealobama nuh uh this feels wrong
charthurleclerc why weren’t you at arthur’s race??
sabrinacarpenter aah my love
ynwife girl is so pretty i can’t
tswizzle this is not the ferrari box??
strongandeuropean what are you doing at mclaren?
emilyzkn “reportedly dating a racing driver”
↳ hannahmountana @/emilyzkn i wish i understood math this fast
lucadevil papaya looks good on her
norisswife Is that Oscar in the likes that I see????
lanadelslay excited where this is going, honestly
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oscarpiastri oh man
ynlnnn nuh uh
therealdannyric explanation??
norriswife he’s so beautiful
lnfave lando side profile >>>
ynisbabe guys is this it??
formula1obsessed last lap lando? more like kat SLIDE lando
lastlaplando oh my god if this is yn i will actually scream
33maxverstappen that backside looks very familiar to me…
↳ melany @/33maxverstappen that must sound so strange out of context
carlaarcher this can’t be a coincidence
getthismanachair lando who is that??🎤
norisswife first Oscar in yn's likes and now Sabrina in Lando's?? what are the besties doing here?!
andystricks caption looks awfully familiar
itsbrutalouthere praying for a statement in these desperate times🙏
urfavdaydreamer soft launch??
hardlyanything lando let me see your spotify wrapped please👀
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yourusername with great dread i have to announce that i, indeed, fell in love with a man- and also, that this picture was taken right after the first date
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landonorris i can almost feel your love for me through that caption😍
↳ yourusername @/landonorris 😙😙
sabrinacarpenter babes
oscarpiastri guess we won't hear the end of this ever
↳ danielricciardo @/oscarpiastri I will help you through this, mate
danielricciardo run as long as you can yn, i promise i won’t tell him where you went
↳ hannahmountana @/danielricciardo LMAO DANNY
oliviarodrigo so cute!!
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emilyzkn NO WAY
lanadelslay LETs GO GIRL
ynlnn THE SONGS GUYS I REPEAT THE SONGS
lilli(taylor's version) NEW FAVORITE WAG
landonorrizzzzzzz ARTHUR LECLERC WHO IS ARTHUR LECLERC I ONLY KNOW LANDO NORRIS
kellypiquet so excited to see you in the paddock more often😍😍
howaboutyoudont Lando noRIZZ what a LIEEEEEE
jojo.jpg gurl you so lucky!!!
hotchnerswife we're getting boyfriend Lando I can't believe it
f1news wish you all the best!!
suziesalmon the way she looks at him i. can. not.
↳ iknewyouweretrouble @/suziesalmon girly fell hardddd
charthurleclerc literally my two worlds colliding i can't breathe
bella.ltn caption so true
tswizzle they already feel like such a power couple i cannot
kathrynamy HARDEST LAUNCH TO EVER HARD LAUNCH
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taintedcigs · 11 months
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congrats on 1k babes!! you deserve it and more<3
𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒- with the prompt “You have a soft spot for me, don’t you?” “I don’t.” “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth.” from the prompt list with best friend eddie who is a lil mean n scary to everyone but you?
soft spot
pairing: eddie munson x reader
word count: 2.1k+
warnings: nothing rlly, just some tooth-aching fluff! a little kiss, and VV cheesy!
a/n: IM SO SORRY IGOT SO CARRIED AWAY JESUS and ahhh thank you sm baby!! I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM AHH HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE <33 also i hate this sm the ending of this as always ok im sorry im so bad at endings >:(
join my 1k celebration!
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Eddie had been in a sulking mood all day, first it started with his car stereo breaking down in the middle of his ride to school, he cursed as he tried to bump it a few times, but it didn't help.
Then, his hell-ish day got worse when he got to the cafeteria and a freshman bumped into him, spilling his food all over Eddie's favorite band shirt.
Eddie cursed at that, and his jaws clenched as he turned to the freshman in front of him, the boy looked back at Eddie horrified and he immediately mumbled apologies to him.
"You little shit-" Eddie started with his fist at his side but then your appearance interrupted him.
You knew everyone thought of Eddie as this mean and scary freak who played a satanist game, but you knew deep down that Eddie was nothing like that.
Eddie was kind, he was generous, he was nice, well at least that's what all he was to you. You didn't push him away and discard him as a scary freak when you first saw him, you didn't judge him like others did, and you insulted back everyone that attempted to insult Eddie, granted, he thought he didn't need your protection, but just because you stood by his side meant a lot to him.
That's why he had a soft spot for you, a weakness, something that he rarely gave others because no one did what you did.
He was enamored with you, no matter what you did, and even more so now when you stopped him from cursing out a freshman for an innocent mistake, and quickly defused the situation.
"I'll help you clean up, Eds." Your soft voice spoke as you gave him a warm smile, you took his fisted hand, and it eased just as with your touch, Eddie's hand gently held onto yours, you intertwined your fingers with his, giving it a firm squeeze.
Eddie's cold gaze had warmed up now, and his face eased at your presence, as dumbfounded as ever, "O-okay." He stuttered. He knew everything would be okay when you were there.
When you hurried him to the bathroom, you got wet wipes out of your bag as you attempted to scrub away the stain of spaghetti sauce.
"You're not having a good day, huh?" You asked, pouting your lips sympathetically, and Eddie nodded quickly, he loved how you immediately understood him, just his gaze alone being able to teach you a new language.
"Kinda having the worst day, actually." He attempted a slight smirk, and you gave him another smile, still working to get the scrub off, but all Eddie could see was your soft eyes and determined gaze. You looked so adorable when trying to help him.
With a few agonizing scrubs, you look up at him when you manage to get rid of the stain, a warm smile present on your face. "All done!" You exclaim excitedly and Eddie can't help the grin his lips twitch into because of how adorable you are.
"You seem all sunshines and rainbows today." He adds, nudging your shoulder lightly and you giggle, nodding.
"Well, I have a date today!" You excitedly spoke but Eddie's entire world almost dramatically shattered, that was the third worst thing that happened to Eddie today, and this one hurt him the most. With anxiety filled inside of his body, he started twisting his rings uncomfortably.
"Oh... a date?" He asked, trying to hide his disappointment, but he couldn't when his face fell almost immediately at the mention of a date, and his lips returned to a tight-lipped smile.
He couldn't help when his jaw clenched because some asshole was going to go on a date with you, not him.
He knew he had no right to be jealous, you weren't dating him, but you were perfect, so perfect, that he knew it was no surprise that other people wanted to date you, ones who were not a coward like him, and managed to ask you out.
But he felt stupid, he felt so stupid for not having the courage to tell you how much you meant to him, so instead, he's left to sulk the rest of the day, too.
Eddie can feel his mouth get dried up when you mention how excited you're for this date, he can feel his breath quicken, he doesn't think he can handle this conversation anymore.
"I'm really happy for you, honey." He lets out through his unamused lips, "I gotta go, so uh, I'll see you around?" He lets out in a disappointed voice as he turns around and sprints out, leaving you confused.
And he feels bad, he feels bad for not being happy for you, but he doesn't know how he's supposed to be happy to see you with someone else, he swallows down all his insecurities and ignores you calling out for his name, ready to skip the rest of the day and go home.
When he does come home he is miserable, he spends hours trying to distract himself, leg fidgeting as he debates whether to call you or not. He knows he's been an ass to you for no reason when you helped him.
His hand itches to pick up the phone, but when his debate is still going on in his head, the phone ringing startles him, and he's quick to pick it up.
"Hello?" He asks out hopeful that it might be you, but still nonchalant enough that as if he hadn't spent the whole day waiting by the phone to call you.
"Hi." Your voice is sour, and it sounds like it's almost cracking, Eddie's heart drops when he hears it.
"Sweetheart?" He speaks up, his voice laced with gentleness and you can't help it when your heart skips a beat to his nicknames.
"What happened?" He asks, his stomach churning when he hears you sniffle.
"It-it's stupid..." You murmur, but he reassures you quickly. "No... if you're upset about it then it isn't stupid, okay? You can tell me everything, honey." You can't help but smile at his words as you nod.
"I just had a really bad day..." You sighed. "First, I did something to upset you and you got mad at me I don't even know what I did and- and you got really upset which means I must have done something so bad because you never ever get upset with me-" Your rambling was quicker than Eddie could comprehend and now his guiltiness had returned when you sounded so upset.
"Take a breath, sweetheart." He encouraged you and you did, heaving a breath, as you continued.
"and then... The guy I had a date with... he bailed on me last minute." You sniffle, and Eddie's jaw clenched at the information.
He rolled his tongue inside of his mouth, annoyed as he attempted to contain his anger for the asshole who did not deserve any second of your time.
"I'll call you back." Eddie says unexpectedly, and you furrow your brows, "What?" You question, but before you can get an answer Eddie shuts the phone, and you huff at his behavior.
"Eddie, are you serious?" You ask groaning before shutting the phone to its place, getting annoyed.
You spent the next hour waiting for Eddie call you but also getting annoyed by him suddenly shutting you out.
When the door bell rang you stomped your feet dragging yourself, opening the door slowly.
Your eyes widen at the sight of you, out of breath, carrying a box in his hands, as his messy curls fall over his head, there stands Eddie, a small smirk on his lips. "Hi." He breathes out, and you can't help it when your anger washes away and you almost melt at his actions.
"Eddie?" You can't help the smile on your lips, and you can't help it when you realize how much Eddie cares about you.
You take the box from his hands, immediately recognizing it and squealing, "Double chocolate?" You ask with the biggest smile on your face, your heartwarming at his gesture.
"Yep." He grins, his hands gently give your shoulder a squeeze, and you raise a brow, "But how did you find them? The closest bakery that has double chocolate chip is 30 minutes away-"
"20 minutes if you go really fast." He grins at you, and your gaze is fixed on him, you look at him in such awe that Eddie decides he'd buy you those cookies every day if it meant you would look at him like that.
"That's why I was a bit late." He gives you a slight smirk, gesturing with his hands.
You're speechless, the mean and scary Eddie everyone is afraid of is now at your door, with your favorite cookies in his hand, as he's trying his best to cheer you up.
"You really would do all that for me?" You're stunned, and Eddie's heart skips a beat. "Yeah- yes." I would do anything for you, he means to say but he doesn't. He clears his throat, trying to seem nonchalant, but you see right over his act.
Eddie cares about you, he really fucking cares about you.
"You have a soft spot for me, don't you?" You ask, a smirk lingering on your lips and you narrow your eyes softly, Eddie huffs at that first, as if it's insulting.
"No!" He answers quickly, too quickly. “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth." You add, and Eddie can't disagree with you, so he changes the topic.
"I- I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry how I acted today, I had a bad day too, and it wasn't fair for me to just shut you out like that." His gaze was fixed on the ground now, he felt embarrassed.
"It's fine, I get it, Eds." You offer him a smile, and he looks up at you.
"What I don't get is, you could've said sorry, without getting me those cookies, which means, you have a weak spot for meee." You dragged out the end, giggling which caused Eddie to sigh weakly.
"Will you stop saying that!" He asked, seriously, but his lips were twitching to quirk into a smile because of how cute you looked.
"Come on, admit it!" You nudged him lightly as you took a bite of the cookie, over-exaggerating the way you eat the cookie.
"You're ridiculous." He scoffed as he dug into a cookie, biting harshly as he gave you a serious gaze.
"Just admit you have a soft spot for me." You giggled again but he shook his head.
"C'mon Eds! I know you care about me!" You tapped slightly on his shoulder and he groaned.
"Yes! Of course, I have a soft spot for you!" He exclaimed, his breathing heavy, he had never let anyone get this close to him, and there you were breaking all of his walls, and he was scared.
"I mean shit, I fucking care about you, honey, so fucking much that it scares me." His voice is timid as he's avoiding your gaze, you pout at him.
"I care about you too, of course Eds-" He shakes his head, interrupting, "No you don't get it, fuck- I care about you so much, so fucking much that it physically hurt me when you said you had a date!" His jaw was clenched again but it felt good to get his feelings out, you always made him feel comfortable.
"And that's why I acted so cold and left, because I didn't want you to find out." He murmured, "And that is why I was happy that you didn't give me that asshole's name because if I knew who he was I would've knocked his door down and beat him to pulp." He continued his ramble, his fist clenched at his side again.
"What, what are you implying?" You gulped nervously, you couldn't believe what Eddie was insinuating, you had always assumed the metalhead just tolerated you, you always wanted more with him, but it didn't seem like he reciprocated the feelings you harbored, but now, with this gesture, you remembered all the times Eddie had a soft spot for you, that's why you couldn't help but want those three words to come out of his lips.
"I'm saying I like you, sweetheart." He faced you now, studying your face, your plump lips turned into a grin, and you couldn't help it when you crashed your lips into his. You grabbed onto the front of his band shirt causing him to groan softly into your mouth.
Then, Eddie placed his hands on your hips, pulling you harshly towards him. You can feel your knees shaking at his sudden movements, and you feel as if you might crumple at his feet at any minute.
You pulled away slowly, while Eddie was still blinking to process what the hell just happened.
"Told you, you had a soft spot for me." You whispered, giggling and Eddie rolled his eyes playfully.
"How could I not, honey?"
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fiapartridge · 1 month
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🌊 Luke Hughes is a need. congrats on 600!!!
now that we don't talk | luke hughes
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"you part the crowd like the red sea, don't even get me started" - taylor swift, now that we don't talk
luke hughes x fem!reader
summary: growing up, luke was your best friend, but now all he felt like was a stranger.
warning(s): drinking, unrequited love
fia's notes 💌: aaa thank u! i closed my celly last week but i wanna finish all of the requests that i didn't get to before it ended! italics are the past, normal is the present !
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You met Luke when you were ten. He had moved in next door and you were elated. You had never seen any kid your age on the street where you lived, so seeing the Hughes family unloading the white moving truck with big brown boxes, you quickly offered to help. 
You met Jack first. He said you were tinier than a peanut and proceeded to pat your head and tussle your hair when Quinn walked over, scolding the younger boy for bothering you in the first place. Quinn felt mature to you, already someone you felt like you could trust with anything. You never had an older brother, or siblings in general, so the two boys felt somewhat like a safe haven. 
But the moment you saw Luke, you swore the wind started blowing harder, his walk was in a time-bending slow-motion, and the blue birds started to sing in their place in the trees. He was perfect and you, as much as you believed that boys were icky and gross (and definitely containing cooties), you were in love. Earth-shattering, mind-numbing, heart-stopping love. 
“Lukey, get over here!” Jack yelled, waving the curly-headed boy over to the moving truck where the three of you stood.
Growing flushed, you watched as Luke ducked under Jack’s arm, avoiding his daily ‘noogie’--- especially now that there was a girl in the vicinity. Scratching the back of his neck, he let out an awkward laugh. “I’m Luke.”
You wanted to ask for his favorite color, music artist, movie, tv show—you wanted to learn everything about him. But for now, you smiled softly, allowing the pink bubbles in your stomach to float up and into your cheeks as you nodded, saying, “I’m Y/N.”
The inside of the house was loud, lights flashing across every wall and red Solo cups trashed the floor. You had hesitated saying yes to your friends’ invite to this party, wanting so badly to just put on a face mask and watch YouTube videos in the safety of your apartment, but after realizing you hadn’t spent a night out in weeks, you agreed. So now, here you were, holding hands with your best friend in a skirt so short you had to pull down the hem every couple of inches as you marched through the party, avoiding crashing into drunken bodies and touchy frat guys.
“Let’s get you drunk, okay?” your friend shouted as she guided you towards the kitchen of the house. 
“Y/N?” you heard your name shouted from across the kitchen island as you looked up, meeting Ethan Edwards brown and piercing eyes. He looked confused, rightfully so. You hadn’t seen him in months without a single reason as to why you vanished. You just…disappeared, like you were a figment of their imaginations. But there you were, alive in the flesh.
You tried to look away, act like you didn’t hear him, but when he called you again, more eyes settling on your small frame, you knew there was no other choice but to throw on a shy smile and say, “Hey, Eth.”
Rounding the island, he pulled you into a tight hug. The moment he touched you, it was like your knees wanted to buckle in and melt into his body. You missed him—especially his hugs. Pulling away, his hands stayed on your shoulders, scared that you would run away if he didn’t. “Where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in years.”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s been a couple months.”
“Still miss you. Luke does too, you know?”
“Eth,” you shook your head, clawing at his grip on your shoulders as his hands tightened. You didn’t want to talk about this. Not here and especially not now.
“He never told me what happened, but whatever he did, he was stupid, okay? And—”
“It’s okay,” you smiled weakly. “I’m over it. I’ve just been…busy,” you shrugged as if anything that came out of your mouth was remotely the truth.
He chose not to push you, knowing that if he did, you would probably be halfway across the house and towards the exit. As much as you were best friends with Luke, you were also best friends with Ethan, Mark, and Dylan. Losing Luke was losing everyone. And as much as it hurt seeing Ethan, it was nothing compared to seeing Luke.
“Luke!” someone shouted from the next room over. Ethan could feel you tense under his hands as you instinctively looked over your shoulder, immediately seeing him. It was like your eyes gravitated towards him no matter where he was. If Luke was in a Where’s Waldo book, you’d finish all the pages in less than 10 seconds. 
He parted the crowd easily as partygoers stepped back upon his large steps and tall stature. He was known at the University of Michigan along with the rest of his family. Girls wanted to be with him, guys wanted to be his friend, professors passed him in every class just so he could play hockey.  You could feel his presence in every room; it was loud and shook the walls like some sort of earthquake. You felt it in your heart and your stomach, in your legs and your chest. Luke just had that effect on people.
And when he entered the room, merely feet from you, it was like you were nothing, unrecognizable, because just as your eyes followed him everywhere, to him, you were nowhere to be found. Well, to be found, he would have to look first. But the thing was, Luke stopped looking. All you were to him was a stranger.
You were teenagers when your feelings for him began to grow more real than you had imagined them to be. You were sitting on a lounge chair in Luke’s backyard, swaddled in a blue beach towel as Luke’s curly wet hair dripped onto your exposed legs. You loved night swims and Luke loved seeing you happy. He didn’t love the cool night air and the frigid pool temperature against his pale skin, but any time spent with you was time well spent.
Your legs were in criss-cross-apple-sauce as Luke mirrored you on the other side of the chair. 
“You know Brad Richards is taking Trisha Thompson to prom?” you asked. You didn’t even know they knew each other. You swore she was still dating Noah Turner, her boyfriend, well, now ex boyfriend, of three years. It made you wonder how people were just okay with going with someone they barely even knew. You went with Luke every year for every dance: homecoming, the winter ball, the spring fling, prom—everything. 
And everytime he asked you, it felt like you two were real. Like he was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend and everything was right in the world. And for a quick moment, you let yourself believe it. On nights like these, he was yours.
“Didn’t they start talking, like last week?” he responded, playing with the string of your bathing suit bottom.
“Yeah. Insane, right?”
“Super insane.”
You chewed your bottom lip, clawing at the fabric of the towel as you stared at your hands. “Are you going to prom?” He hadn’t asked yet and you were scared that he was going to take someone else; that your tradition of going together was over; that he grew up and got over you.
But he smiled, yelled for Jack and Quinn, and your face lit up. The two came outside with a big white cake with strawberries and blueberries and raspberries sprinkled over the top. There were light pink candles spread over the crown of the cake, and Ellen ran to Luke with a big white poster. Unrolling the paper, he held up a sign, saying, “They should call you sugar, you’re so sweet. But can I call you my date to prom?” 
He dropped the poster as you threw your arms around him, whispering an excited ‘yes’ into his ears. 
“You’ll go with me?” he asked, smiling. He knew you would say yes. You did every time, but he liked making you feel special. You deserved that and more.
“There’s no one else I’d rather go with.”
He walked past you and you swore you would have broken down right there. You felt suffocated, like the walls were closing in on you. You looked around, trying to find your friends but they were nowhere to be found. You were surrounded by Luke, Luke, Luke. Every turn you made, you swore you could see him ignoring you, acting like you were nothing.
But he saw you. You were the first person in that whole entire party that he saw. To be honest, he wasn’t going to even show up. He was ready to do a couple laps on the treadmill, take a shower, eat some dinner, and head to bed, but when he got a text from his teammates, telling him that you were there, he knew he had to go. He knew you weren’t going to talk to him after what he did to you, but you were still his person, and he still had to make sure you were safe.
You were at a New Years Eve party at UMich, one that Luke had invited you to. You were so excited, you thought tonight was the night. You were going to get that New Year's kiss, he was going to be your boyfriend, and you would be his girlfriend, and everything would be right in the world, something you had dreamed of since you were ten years old; since the moment you met him. You put on your best sparkly black dress, threw on some makeup, spritzed yourself with the perfume you knew he liked most, tossed on some very uncomfortable high heels, and found yourself at the party.
He was there the second you opened the door, handing you a beer upon arrival. Mark pulled you into a hug and Dylan begged you to play beer pong with him against Ethan and Luca. You agreed after sending a small smile to Luke, silently asking if it was okay. 
He nodded. “I’ll be right here, okay?” he whispered in your ear as Dylan held your wrist, dragging you to the table. 
You played until you sunk the ball in the last of Ethan’s and Luca’s cups, jumping into Dylan’s arms as you pranced around the table, rubbing it in the losers’ faces. You loved this feeling. With them, you felt loved, you felt excited, and electric. You never wanted that night to end.
And before you knew it, the countdown was beginning.
10…9…Dylan pushed you to the stairs, knowing you were on your way to Luke. Ethan and the rest of the boys sent each other knowing looks as you rolled your eyes, trying not to fall over as you made your way to the stairs of the house.
8…7…You knew the house like the back of your hand. You knew which bathroom to use when the rest were busy, which laundry room was strictly used for barf stains, and most importantly, which room was Luke’s.
6…5…You marched down the hall, seeing Luke’s room only a little ways away. Couples were already cuddled up against the walls, kissing before the countdown had even ended. For some reason, it made you even more excited. You were only 5 seconds away from kissing the love of your life.
4…3…Reaching his door, your hand held the knob as you pushed it open. And you swore you felt your heart plummet to the floor. Luke was there, he was right there, kissing a girl that wasn’t you. And you knew you shouldn’t be mad. He wasn’t yours. But some part of you, some big part of you, really believed he was.
2…1… “Y/N?” Luke pulled away from the girl as you stood at the door, your hand still on the knob. You were frozen. You didn’t know whether to run or cry. Did you even deserve to cry? It’s not like you guys were dating or anything. But sometimes it felt like it. And maybe he was like how everyone said he was. Maybe Luke Hughes was a fuck boy; a player.
“Happy New Year’s!” you heard everyone in the house shout as Luke replaced those words with shouts of your name. You ran. You turned around and ran down the hall, down the stairs, and past the boys. You ran outside, calling an Uber to get you, and take you away from this hell hole. You were embarrassed. You were so embarrassed. Everyone could see that you were in love with him; that you wanted that kiss to be with you. Ethan had rooted for you, Dylan had rooted for you, everyone had. But it didn’t matter if you knew his favorite color, his biggest fears, what he stored on the topshelf of his dresser. It didn’t matter if there was a picture of you on his bedside table, or that you went to every high school dance together, or if you held a Luke Hughes hoodie stash back at your dorm. Because in the end, you still weren’t enough for him.
“Y/N!” you didn’t turn around. You knew who it was based on just the sound of his voice alone. You knew it was Luke, but you were tired of being delusional and embarrassing yourself time and time again. “I didn’t mean to kiss her.”
You watched the unmoving street in front of you as if something extraordinary was going to happen. You couldn’t look at him, because surely you would have broken down the moment you were met with those green eyes. 
“Y/N, please,” his hand landed on your shoulder as you blinked rapidly, trapping your tears within the walls of your eyes. You won’t let them slip. You won’t let him see you cry. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay? I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Luke. It was just a kiss.”
“It upset you—”
“I’m just tired,” you said harshly. “I just want to go home.”
“I’ll walk you, we can talk about this, and- and—”
You finally turned to him. He looked stressed, like he knew he was losing you, and he knew why but he was too afraid to admit it. Or maybe he was embarrassed. He knew you liked him, but the thing was, he didn’t feel that way for you. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much his friends pushed him to, his parents and siblings. You were his best friend and that’s all you ever were to him.
“I’m not mad. Whatever I felt for you, it’s okay, I think I’m done feeling that way.”
And just when he wanted to ask you what you meant by that, you hopped in the Uber that pulled up to the curb, closed the door, and drove away. You ignored his calls after that. You ignored his texts, his friends’ texts, his brothers’ texts. You were going to get over him, because just as much as it hurt to ice him out, it hurt even more to pretend to just be friends with him.
So he watched you at the party as you downed beers and danced with guys you’ve never spoken to before. He watched you play beer pong with your new friends and kiss people that he so badly wanted to keep you away from.
All he could do was watch, now that you don’t talk.
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getting engaged to high school sweetheart Quinn Hughes
quinn has been planning the proposal for months, wanting everything to be perfect. he has even gone to his parents, mainly his mom, about how he should go about it.
he chooses a location that’s significant to your shared history - a waterfall in the woods behind your childhood home. its where you and quinn first met and had your first kiss.
quinn does subtle gifts to prepare you (ya know those videos where girls are like “my bf paid for me to get my nails done, is he going to propose?” yeah thats quinn and yoj except your kinda oblivious to it)
when you guys get in-front of the waterfall he instantly sees the cameraman hidden away, they both nod to each other preparing for whats about to happen.
you both talk for a bit mainly about the memories of the waterfall. quinn looks behind you and asks, “what is that over there?”. and you turn to look not seeing anything but when your turn back around quinn is down on one knee.
his speech is short but sweet (which you didn’t mind) he tries not to choke up when saying “you know, we've been through a lot together since childhood to now. we’ve grown, we've learned, and we've loved. i can't imagine going through life with anyone else by my side. i want to spend the rest of my life with you, growing, learning, and loving together. Will you marry me?”
the ring he presents is beautiful, and is actually the one his great grandfather proposed to his great grandma with, then his grandpa to his grandma and finally his dad to his mom, now he’s proposing to the love of his life with it.
quinns nerves are high as you take a while to process what’s happening, you finally say yes and before quinn can put the ring on your finger, your pulling him up by his cheeks and kissing him with more love than ever before.
he pulls you into a tight embrace, whispering “i love you” into your ear which your respond back.
quinn and yourself start walking back to your childhood home, instead of going through the front door you both go through the gage, which confused you for a bit, and you’re welcomed with the sight of: your family, quinns family, both of yours high school friends, most of quinns teammates from the canucks and other nhl teams, also jacks friends are there.
after a little celebration party, congratulations after congratulations, showing off your ring, and having both jack & luke hugging you and thanking whoever is out there for their soon to be sister in law, you and quinn finally head to your teenage bedroom and just lay there staring at the ring.
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yourusername bruno mars once said, ‘Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you’ and i agree with him. i love you @/_quinnhughes
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jackhughes: finally its only been forever
minnierosebud: i still couldn’t believe this was real, i love you both
lhughes_06: my new sister 😊
trevorzergas: congratulations quintin
_eliaspettersson: thanks for letting me apart of the celebration huggy, congrats
canucks: future mrs. hughes
elhughes: i can’t wait to officially welcome you in our family, much love to you both
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bluebeary-jay · 5 months
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CONGRATS!!! 1000 FOLLOWERS IS SO AWESOME AND I'M HAPPY FOR YOU!!🥰🩷
For the celebration I'm thinking Joel has lived in Jackson for months and has a bad reputation so people mostly avoid him and he always keeps to himself. BUT reader is the exception, always with a big smile and really polite to him (and he has a terrible crush on her). She always sees him alone at the bar looking around and seeming dislocated and decides to ask him "may I have this dance" cause she likes him too, but he panic and refuses. Later he realizes he's missing his chance with her and tries to fix it. Just some nice fluff (with age gap please🙏)
HIIIII SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT NONNIE
(okay so I'm back-ish, I apologize to everyone for disappearing but i had a rough couple of weeks and had to deal with a lot of stuff. i actually finished this fic some time ago but didn't have strength to post it but i'm more ready now so here you go <3 i hope you'll like it, i had a lot of fun writing it!! and thank you for requesting!! love you 🥰)
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Joel Miller was a recluse. Everyone knew that, though not many were aware that he didn’t exactly choose this kind of life for himself.
He really hoped that things would get better after he settled down in Jackson with Ellie, but the residents of the town made it very clear that they didn’t want his company. It stung a little, especially since Joel didn’t think he gave them any reason to be wary of him, but he hid his hurt well. With time he got used to nasty whispers, people giving him a wide berth and basically everyone but Tommy and Ellie avoiding him. It was unpleasant, sure, but he learned to just deal with it.
Well, there was also you.
Joel had no clue what your deal was. Why you weren’t shying away from him like your fellow peers and why you went out of your way to always catch him into a conversation or smile at him whenever you saw him.
“I think she’s crushin’ on ya,” Tommy told him once during a dinner at his house. Ellie and Maria weren’t present, the latter showing the teen some clothes she might want – and thank fuck for that. Joel would murder his little brother if he said such nonsense in their presence.
“The hell you’re talkin’ about?” he spluttered, his eyebrows furrowed when Tommy sent him a smug, knowing grin. The question was completely unnecessary, of course, since they were already talking about you, but still Joel hoped he somehow misinterpreted his brother’s words.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Joel.” He sprawled out on the chair, still with that stupid smirk. “I really think she’s into you. I’d ask her out if I were you.”
“There’s no… I assure you she isn’t.”
“But if she was–”
“She’s not. Now can I eat my meal in peace?” Joel placed his hands on the table, but Tommy shook his head.
“But you like her, right? She’s nice.”
Joel sighed. “Yeah, she is.”
“And pretty.”
That Joel didn’t fall for. He glared at his brother.
“Jesus, Tommy, let me have it. I’m lucky she even wants to talk to me, with all her friends tellin’ her I’m bad news and me being half her age older.”
His eyes became solemn and voice took a lower, quieter tone, which told Tommy the matter was hitting Joel harder than he let on. He sat up straight, getting rid of the teasing smile.
“Alrigh’. Sorry for bringin’ it up.” Joel sighed and nodded, signifying that everything was okay. “I just want you to be happy, y’know. Maybe you should give yourself a chance.”
The older Miller didn’t answer and took a big swig of whiskey out of his glass.
The problem was, he didn’t need Tommy to tell him all that. Joel would have to be blind and stupid not to notice how breathtakingly beautiful you are, and this, combined with your intelligence, passion and sense of humor, was his ultimate undoing. Every time he talked with you, it was all he could do to hide the redness in his cheeks and the weakness in his knees.
But he did. ‘Cause, let’s be real – even though Joel recognized he had a terrible crush on you (though it took him weeks to make peace with this fact) he knew there was no way in hell you’d find him even a fraction as attractive as he found you. He was almost twice your age,  for heaven’s sake, and such a young, gorgeous woman as you would never agree to throw her life away to be with an old man.
But God knew that with each day you broke down his walls, the desire to kiss you was becoming more and more agonizing. Every smile you sent his way worked only to feed his imagination of how soft your lips would surely be if he could only brush his thumb across it, not to mention touch them with his own. He wondered how your hands, so much smaller than his calloused ones, would feel on his stomach or shoulders. How it would be to embrace you with his arms, skin to skin and without any layers in-between.
Those were not the thoughts he should be having, especially in public – yet here he was, several days after his conversation with Tommy, imagining impossible while he watched you laughing on the dance floor with your friend. You looked so carefree, so happy and full of life, your energy only reminding Joel sourly of his own old age.
He noticed you glancing his way several times throughout the evening but he knew it didn’t mean anything, it would never mean anything other than your innocent friendliness. So he just quickly looked away lest you realize he was staring.
Joel took a swing from his glass and looked around the bar, trying to take his mind off you – fruitlessly. His eyes still darted back to you every few seconds, involuntarily roaming over your exposed skin visible under the nice outfit you picked for tonight. It was driving Joel insane with longing and need, and all he could think of was the mental image of how kissing and touching you gently would feel like.
Bet you’d feel so perfect under his palms.
He closed his eyes and propped up his forehead on his fist, trying to tune out the music and all the distracting background noises.
Keep it together. 
He had to remember that he was way too old to be this enamored with a young, pretty girl like you. You would surely be repulsed if you had any clue about what was going on in his head, and some of the thoughts he had–
Then, Joel felt a light touch on his shoulder and lo and behold – there you were, standing right in front of him with a bright smile, as if summoned by his thoughts.
“Hi,” you said, tilting your head in that endearing way that made his insides tighten. “What are you doing here alone, cowboy?”
Joel prayed that he wasn’t blushing, though his hope diminished increasingly when your eyes wandered curiously across his features. Your eyebrows rose slightly and he cursed internally.
Fuck, you were so beautiful.
“M’not…” He cleared his throat and started again. “M’waitin’ for Tommy. He had to sort somethin’ out with… uh, someone.” He drummed his fingers against the table but stopped immediately, not wanting to give you an impression that the conversation with you was boring him. “You don’t have to do it, darlin’.”
You gave him a puzzled look, and he explained. “Y’know. Hang out with me. The people like to talk nasty things and I don’t wanna expose you to that.”
“It doesn’t bother me.” You shrugged with a sweet smile which Joel could kill for just to see it one more time. “And I… enjoy spending time with you.“
It didn’t mean anythin’. You were just bein’ friendly.
But even though he kept repeating it to himself like a mantra, Joel could not take his eyes off you. You were a vision – your profile bathed in the soft lights of the bar, your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked over your shoulder, deep in thought, at the stereo tower. The current song’s notes died down and a new one, much slower and romantic, started to play. You took a deep breath and let out a nervous laugh. “Actually I wanted to ask you something. If you don’t mind.”
“Ask away, darlin’.” He offered you a small smile, hoping to put you at ease, and you wetted your lips – which nearly gave him a heart attack and caused him to almost miss your next words.
“May I have this dance?”
Joel’s world stopped for a moment. He was in the middle of lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips but his muscles stiffened and the tumbler slipped out of his cold fingers. It didn’t shatter, but the rich liquid spilled all over the table. Your eyes flickered to the overturned glass, but Joel didn’t pay it any mind, too stunned to look at anything else but you.
“C-come again?” he stuttered, his voice strained and small. In the corner of his eye he noticed people at the next table glancing their way, alarmed by the noise, but he forced his attention back to you.
“This is my favorite song,” you explained shyly, an adorable blush spreading across your cheeks and neck. “So… may I have this dance, Joel?”
Now the people sitting around them definitely heard that, because they started smirking and whispering, and one person went to another group standing nearby on the dance floor. Joel felt his own face growing hot as he watched them pointing not-so-discreetly in his direction.
It was like the most wonderful dream and the most horrible nightmare come true at the same time.
He couldn’t do it. There was no way, not in front of all the people of Jackson who hated and despised him. He didn’t want to give them a show to gossip about or worse, subject you to their disdain.
But you still stood in front of his chair with an innocent, hopeful smile, though you started to shuffle the longer Joel was silent. The song – your favorite, supposedly – was passing in the background but you kept waiting patiently for an answer to your question.
He had to come up with something. Or just explain to you that he doesn’t dance – the sweet little thing you were, you’d probably understand and not pressure him into doing it. At least he hoped so.
C’mon, say somethin’.
“No.”
Your face fell instantly and Joel’s eyes widened at the mortifying realization of what just came out of his mouth.
Anythin’ but THAT.
You stared at him for a couple of seconds in the silence of the bar before your eyes started to glisten and you averted your gaze. Someone to Joel’s left snickered derisively and in the next second whispers erupted all around you two. You seemed to shrink in yourself, embarrassment and regret marking your beautiful face, and Joel’s heart almost broke when a tear slipped from your eye, and then another one fell down your other cheek.
“Okay,” you murmured, wiping the treacherous tears quickly and keeping your gaze trained on the floor. “Sorry. Sorry.”
You turned on your heel and went to exit the establishment, your step gradually turning into a run when the giggles and whispers around you became louder. The door swung open on the winter wind and just like that, you were gone.
Then all eyes turned to Joel – and the shame Joel felt increased at least tenfold.
He saw Tommy standing up and walking toward him from the other side of the room with worry written all over his face, but Joel didn’t stick around to hear what he had to say. He stood up and left through the same door you did, glaring threateningly at anyone stupid enough to still snicker at the situation they witnessed.
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Ten minutes later Joel was standing in front of your door, trying to keep his knocking below the ‘desperate’ level.
He realized that he had to tell you. He intended to keep the feelings he harbored for you bottled up for the rest of his life but you needed to know the reason why he turned you down. You needed to hear from him that he cared about you, that it wasn’t some malicious act toward you but sheer cowardice stemming from the problem that he was madly in love with you.
“Hello? It’s… it’s Joel,” he choked out through his tight throat as he knocked again, a little louder this time. “Darlin’, can I talk to you?”
No response came, though he saw the lights in your house were on, and Joel had to take a deeper breath to calm his nerves. He prayed that he hadn’t completely screwed it up, but for now all the evidence spoke against him.
You wanted to dance with him. You gathered your courage just to ask him for a dance and he said no.
Joel knew he lost his chance. He lost you. You were his only friend in town and he somehow managed to fuck everything up with just one word.
He was so lost in his wallowing in despair that he almost missed the door opening slightly. In the gap of the doorway he caught a glimpse of your iris – and though it was only for a split second, Joel could clearly see that your eye was red. A pang of guilt pierced his chest but once you saw it was him, you shut the door again.
“No, darlin’, please. Please, just let me explain.” A wave of desperation and fear threatened to drown him and Joel’s heart clenched in his chest. “I’m so sorry, I acted like an asshole but I never wanted to hurt you, I just… I-I panicked.”
He was babbling, not even knowing if you were still there on the other side of the door, but the desperate and remorseful words were spilling out of him like a waterfall.
“I’m so sorry. Sweetheart…” Joel sighed, putting his hand on the cold wood of the door and listening for a couple of seconds, but there was no sound coming from inside. “Please. I’m beggin’ you, open the door.”
Then he heard something – a sound like blowing one’s nose. Joel froze for one, two… three seconds, and nearly collapsed in relief when you unlocked the door.
“You can come in,” you said, but didn’t meet his eyes. “You’re probably freezing, no?”
Joel nodded, feeling his throat going dry at the sorrowful sight of you. He crossed the threshold, closing the front door quietly behind him and looked you over. You hadn’t changed out of that pretty outfit of yours yet, although it was now covered by a long cardigan that you draped over your shoulders. In your hand you held a crumpled tissue but quickly pocketed it when Joel’s eyes fell on it.
He opened his mouth with a sharp inhale but before he could apologize, you beat him to it.
“I’m sorry for that,” you blurted out and glanced up at him but quickly looked down at the floor again. “I shouldn’t have asked you to dance in front of all those people and I overreacted because then everyone was looking at me… Look, it wasn’t even that big of a deal so don’t read into it. Everything is fine.”
“No, it’s not,” he said softly and you pressed your lips into a thin line. “You have nothin’ to apologize for. I’m sorry for embarrassin’ you. I panicked ‘cause I–”
“It’s fine,” you muttered again. “Just forget it.”
“I can’t. Listen, sweetheart, I panicked ‘cause I wish I could let myself read into it.”
Your head snapped up and Joel swallowed heavily, realizing how stupid that sounded.
“What I mean–” Fuck, he really was shit at talking so openly about these stuff. “I… I have feelings for ya. Had ‘em for a long time now but I never planned on actin’ on ‘em ‘cause I know I’m too old and you’d never…”
“You’re… really?” you asked with wide eyes, but he tuned your words out, fearing that you were going to kick him out at any second.
“I’m only tellin’ you all this ‘cause I need you to know I care about ya and I didn’t say ‘no’ outta malice or… or ‘cause I don’t like you. I do. Too much, I’m afraid.”
You were staring at him, mouth agape and silent. Joel didn’t move, awaiting your reaction – whether you tell him to get out or scream how disgusting he was, he was going to take it. And then, if you never want to see him again, he’ll accept it. One day. But he doubted his heart would ever recover.
“Let me fix it,” he begged, his voice just above a whisper when you didn’t give any reaction to his confession. “Please, darlin’.”
Your eyes skimmed over his face as you hummed to yourself, almost irritably calm. Joel swallowed, the weight of guilt and anticipation pulling him down – and he was ready to fall to his knees before you when finally you lifted your hand to brush his lower lip with your fingertips, so delicately he could barely feel it. He froze and tried not to breathe, not wanting to cause you to pull away.
“I noticed something when you were rambling,” you said with a hint of reflection. Joel had no idea what was happening or why were you acting that way, but he daren’t move. He briefly entertained a thought that he was dreaming, but then his attention got caught by the sight of the corner of your lips twitching slightly, as if you were keeping yourself from laughing.
His chest expanded with hope so strong, it was almost unbearably painful.
“What is it?” he forced himself to speak, the nerves making his voice weak and raspy.
“Your accent gets heavier when you’re nervous,” you mused, as though to yourself, now trailing your fingertips down his stubbly cheek. “It’s cute.”
His heart lurched at your words. You gazed up at him and absently bit your lip, which Joel found downright sinful.
“Do you have any idea how long it took me to gather the courage to make the first move?” Your words were bitter, but there was a trace of relief in your voice. Joel let your fingers wander across the lines of his jaw and cheekbones, wishing he had enough boldness to touch you like that, too, but suddenly, your hand stilled and your eyes met his again. “Did you mean it? The things you said?”
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation, his own fingers twitching as he restrained himself from reaching for you. His head was spinning, trying to comprehend the meaning of your actions and words. “But do you–”
You touched his lips lightly again, silencing his question, and your features slowly were overtaken by a large, bright smile, which seemed to lift all the heavy weight of worry from Joel’s shoulders.
“You wanted to fix it, right?” you asked in a teasing whisper. He nodded. “Then just ask me.”
You weren’t angry. You weren’t pulling away.
You wanted to dance with him and you gathered the courage to do so, and now Joel had to do the same. He couldn’t waste this second chance you gave him.
The corner of his lips quirked upwards and he exhaled shakily.
“May I have this dance?”
You pursed your lips to hide your joy and side-eyed him, but your eyes were sparkling with playfulness. “You know, I think I should respond the same way you did. Just to be fair.”
“Sweetheart, don’t play with this old man’s heart,” he whispered and smiled shyly when you giggled at the exasperation but also uncertainty in his voice. Joel still felt kind of out of it, too stunned to trust his mind that this was really happening – but the sound of your laughter brought him right back to Earth, to the place he wanted to be more than anywhere else.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Miller.” You took his hand and brought it to your hip, making Joel’s breath hitch in his throat and cheeks grow warm. His reaction didn’t get past you, and you smiled at him so radiantly that his world started to spin. Then your arms wrapped around his neck and you pressed your body against his. “But you’ll have some atoning to do.”
His throat was dry, but Joel returned your shy smile, stepping to the side and guiding you carefully to the thumping rhythm of his heart.
And a couple of minutes later, after more hushed apologies and assurances during your slow-dancing, Joel placed his hand on your cheek, almost letting out a relieved whimper when you nuzzled your face into his palm.
And after another few minutes went by, when he leaned in and you didn’t stop his lips from meeting yours, he knew he was a goner.
He couldn’t get rid of the big smile on his face – perhaps the first real one since arriving in Jackson all those months ago.
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Before the wedding
Pt2 of why did you invite me?
Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x reader
Warning: hints of infidelity, yelling, cussing, unedited, hurt comfort
Let me know if I left anything out
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Melissa sat with her boyfriend Joe across the room a beer in hand as her other rested on his arm while he laughed with his friends. My best friend Liam sat me on his lap to whisper in my ear “you like her don’t you?” I rolled my eyes “maybe” I grumbled.
“But she’s not gay” I turned to face him “did you ask her?” He spoke cockily “no” Liam raised an eyebrow “so how do you know?” He argued playfully as his arms tightened around me. “She has a boyfriend” I rested my head on his shoulder “that doesn’t mean anything, look at you boyfriends, girlfriends literally anything that moves at this point”.
“She’s older than me Liam and remember she has a boyfriend. Maybe she doesn’t want to explore” I hissed, we were in college she was in her last year while Liam and I were only in our first.
At some point we met in the bathroom she helped me fix my makeup after she smudged it somehow friends became more.
Present
I walked into the venue quietly as Anna held onto my dress I could spot Melissa’s family, Nonna hadn’t changed a bit. I smiled sadly everything else has changed though I thought to myself walking away only to bump into the bride to be herself.
“Y/n?” She asked almost confused but she couldn’t be could she? “M-melissa” I swallowed nervously she shouldn’t look this good. “Congratulations” I smiled.
She shook her head “you look beautiful” Anna tugged at my dress as she hid behind me “thank you” Melissa whispered. “Mama” came the little whine “Mama?” The redhead asked confused but her eyes lit up “congrats mama” she chuckled sadly.
I pulled Anna up and placed her on my hip her hair matching Melissa’s “you got married?” She asked “no but you’re about too” I nodded to the french doors. Melissa shook her head again “what are you doing here?” She asked softly “you invited me in the middle of the night” silence..
“Oh I did?” Her eyes glanced down before at Anna “I didn’t disrupt anything did I?” I sighed softly “Mel it’s just me and Anna just as it has been the last almost eight years”.
“Eight years? But that would make her seven?” I could see the puzzle in her mind “she is isn’t she?” I glance down ignoring Anna’s confused face. “Tell me Y/n! Is she mine?” Anna flinched in my arms tugging closer “mama?” She asked “yes Melissa” I sighed.
“You’re getting married”
And not to me
“So hurry go” I chuckled although I could feel my heart drop to my stomach and slowly lose its beat “no” that shocked me. “No? Melissa you have to” she laughed “I don’t have to do Jack, I have a daughter that I never knew about!” She yelled.
Liam came and grabbed Anna from me who was beginning to cry, I tried not to run after her as she sobs for me. “You chose this Melissa!” I stepped away “I tried telling you but you were done! Your shit was packed and in the hall don’t tell me that suddenly things are the same!”
“I tried Melissa, I really tried everything for you”
“Everything has changed and you’re getting married, don’t change your plans just for me or my daughter-” “our daughter” she cut me off. “But you’re still getting married, you probably have your own kids now!”
“I don’t” Melissa stated clearing her throat “I only wanted them if I had them with you” she admitted “Mel” I sighed softly. “Don’t do this please” I begged “don’t you think we’re too old to be doing this?” I asked her “we’re not in college anymore hun, things really matter now and who matters most to me is that little girl out there currently crying”.
Melissa nodded “yeah, you’re right but can’t I just make things right?” She tried
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xdaddysprincessxx · 6 days
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Congrats on 800, Prinny!
my thot:
Joel is a truck driver and reader is a hitch hiker he picked up several states before. They get along well enough (no sex...yet) THEN! one day, another hitch hiker approaches Joel looking for a ride - Ezra. He wants to know if you're available for some fun, and Joel has to decide if it's just him who gets you or if he's got room in his bunk for a threesome...
I leave the rest in your ever capable and good hands, baby!
Beefro👌🥩💜
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Joel x F!reader x Ezra
18+, this is grump x sunshine x2, we got ass eating, ass spanking, 1 face slap, double penetration, and more. Very barely edited, not beta’d all mistakes are mine, read at your own risk. Also again 18+ , minors fuck off thank you
Word count: 3,200 - “Drabble” lmaoooo yea it got away from me.
REO Speedwagon flowed through the truck speakers as you reach your hand out the open window, letting the wind move your hand up and down. You’ve kicked your bare feet up on the dash as you hum along quietly. Your companion, Joel, lets out a grunt as he gives you a side eyed glance. It’s been a couple of months since he picked you up on the side of the highway. Unhappy with how life was, you decided to say fuck this, packed a small bag and headed out for whatever adventure came your way. Unfortunately you didn’t plan on your car dying on you half way across the country. Which is how you found yourself stranded at a gas station in Nevada. There was a hotel next to it that you were able to get a room at. One morning you packed up and started walking down the highway. You didn’t go too far in case no one picked you up, you could still walk back to the hotel.
Wearing your shortest daisy duke shorts with an old white tshirt tied up in the front, you were determined to hitch a ride. Lo and behold here comes a semi truck just driving along. Quickly you stopped and stuck your thumb out to signal you needed a ride. At first the truck kept going but soon the driver pulled over. Smiling real big you started to run towards the truck.
Climbing up the side, you stuck your head in the window,
“Well hello there handsome. You got room for little ole me to join?”
The driver had a permanent scowl on his face it seemed. Very easy on the eyes, a soft belly that hung over his pants as he sat.
“Hop in darlin.” He said in a deep, gruff voice.
Something about the handsome, thick driver got you going. You could already feel yourself getting wet just from this small interaction.You couldn’t help but think of how much trouble you just found yourself in.
Present Day
It’s been a few weeks since Joel picked you up. A part of you is surprised he hasn’t dropped you off and left yet. Another part of you hopes he never does. For the most part Joel doesn’t talk a lot. He hasn’t really opened up about himself to you. But you are a talker, you love to chat and boy do you.
Leaned back with your bare feet on the dash with your hand outside the window, moving with the wind.
“I heard it from a friend whooo heard it from a friend who heard it from another you been messing around” you softly sang out loud. Turning your head to face Joel, giving him a big smile.
Joel returned your smile with a soft smile of his own.
Something about you has captivated him. Your beauty stunned him the first time he saw you. You had a pretty mouth he often daydreamed of but your little talking habit drove him crazy. As time went on though he found he actually enjoys hearing you go on and on about everything and nothing all at once. And now that’s he’s spent all this time with you, he’s not so willing to let you go. Ever. Whether you agreed or not, in Joel’s mind, you were his.
“Hey! Look! A hitchhiker! Can we help him Joel? Please? Like how you helped me?” You batted your eyelashes and gave him your best puppy dog eyes.
Joel saw a man walking down the highway, sticking his thumb out.
Looking at you, he rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Without saying anything Joel pulled the truck over and the two of you waited on the man to catch up to the truck.
Ezra was a traveler, always on the move. The past few weeks he’s been spending his time in this little town keeping this pretty lady’s bed warm. That was until her husband came home and chased him away. Now he finds himself walking down this almost deserted highway. He has given up hope of finding a ride when he heard a truck rumbling behind him. As soon as he heard the engine he stuck his thumb out hoping the driver would be a Good Samaritan. The truck drove on by making Ezra let out a huff as he kicked the gravel up with his boot. As he looked back up he saw the truck pull over.
‘Holy shit it’s my lucky day after all’, he thought to himself as he started into a light jog to get to the truck as soon as he could.
Stepping up on the side steps, he gets up to the window and sees the prettiest little thing sitting passenger and . . A handsome old grump behind the wheel.
“ Hey there, any way I can catch a ride with you fine folks today? Destination doesn’t matter, just somewhere far from here.”
“Yea! We can take you with us! Hop in!” You reply in a higher pitched tone, sounding extra excited than one should sound when picking up a hitchhiker. You couldn’t help it though. The man was gorgeous. He had this little blonde patch of hair, beautiful, dark brown eyes and the most sweet sounding voice you’ve ever heard. As much as you’ve wanted Joel, he’s never given you any hint that he wants you in that way. And you’ve been dying to itch a particular scratch that you feel this hitchhiker could really scratch for you.
Giving you a big smile, Ezra pulls the door handle, opening the door as you get up and move to sit on the bunk between the two seats.
“Names Ezra. Nice to meet ya,” he puts his hand out towards Joel to shake.
“Joel.”
He says in a flat tone as he shakes his hand.
Ezra quickly gets the feeling that Joel isn’t much of a people person. He can see why Joel has such a pretty little companion as yourself, Joel’s handsome. Gruff and firm, no nonsense kind of guy. He wonders if he’s the type to be dominant in bed. Manhandle his partner and just throw them around, mold them into any position he wants. His own cock twitch’s at the thought.
“And who might you be young lady?”
You tell him your name as you let out a soft giggle, smiling and give him a little flutter of your lashes.
“What brings you out here Ezra?” You ask in your best flirty voice.
“Bit of a traveler. A nomad if you will. Don’t like to stay in one place too long. Wanna see the world ya know?”
“That’s so . . Romantic. Always on the move, seeing what the world has to offer. I bet you’ve met some wonderful people. Seen a lot beautiful women huh?”
Ezra can’t help but give you a smirk, loving how forward you are.
“Haven’t met anyone as beautiful as you honey.”
Joel loudly clears his throat making the both of you startle slightly and look at him.
“What about you handsome? With a pretty little thing by your side I’m sure you never look twice at anyone else huh?”
Joel’s jaw ticks as he gives Ezra this mean stare.
“This “pretty little thing” over here is mine,” he says bluntly before looking back at you, “and I don’t appreciate you throwing yourself at the first man you see like a filthy fucking whore.”
Your mouth drops open, you’re stunned.
“Hey now no need to call her names. I get it, she’s off limits. No need to get mean buddy. I didn’t know.”
You turn your head giving Ezra a confused look before turning back to Joel.
“Excuse me but I am not yours. I am a free woman and on top of that you have never claimed me before now. I can do what I want with who I want thank you very much.”
Joel is pissed now, he pushes the arm rest back before swinging one of his legs to the side, opening his legs wide and then grabbing your upper arm and pulling you towards him. You stumble as you fall over his lap, his arm wrapping over your back holding you in place. His large hand covers the globes of your ass as he rubs it from the top down to the curve of your ass.
“You’re.” Smack. “Mine.” Smack.
He just spanked you. He actually spanked you. If you weren’t in shock over him claiming you, you definitely were now.
He gives you another smack and a whimper came tumbling out of your mouth. You didn’t even have a chance to try and conceal it. Joel stopped moving, hearing you whimper from his actions. He knew you’d be into some freaky shit. He looks over and sees Ezra sitting there, almost mesmerized by the display in front of him.
“Take your cock out.” Joel orders Ezra.
Stunned and very much turned on, he does what he says and takes his cock out of his pants. Spitting into his hand he brings it back down and slowly starts stroking himself.
Joel looks back down at you in his lap, the bottom of your ass spilling out of the little shorts you have on. He reaches down taking his fore and middle finger and rubs a long stripe up your pussy through your shorts.
“I guess I haven’t been taking care o’ ya. My girls pussy needs to be fucked don’t it? Poor thing. I’m sorry baby let’s fix that.”
His hand pulls back before he gives your clothed pussy a slap.
A wanton moan fills the cab of the truck.
He helps you up, sitting you on his lap. You see Ezra watching, touching himself. You can feel yourself begin to soak your shorts. You face Joel and lean in, your lips softly landing on his. You start to pull away when Joel kisses you back, grabbing the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. You allow his tongue to enter, licking around, tasting each other. All too soon Joel pulls back. He hand goes to your face, squishing your cheeks together between his thumb and fore finger. He rotates you to look at Ezra.
“Our guest looks like he needs some help baby. Be a good host, open up that pretty mouth.”
As soon as he releases your face, you get on your knees, in between the two seats, looking up at Ezra as you reach out and take him in your hand. You grip around the base, giving him a couple of tugs before leaning in and kissing the tip. You give it another kiss before you open your mouth, your tongue darting out to taste the precum leaking out. You slowly start to take him into your mouth. Lips wrapped around his cock as you take as much of him as you can. His cock is about 6 inches, rather average but very girthy. You keep reminding yourself in your head to breath and relax. The more you relax the more you can swallow his cock. You start bobbing your head up and down as he watches you, letting out soft moans that spur you on.
Soon you feel Joel pull your hips up and work quickly on taking your shorts off. You pull off of Ezra’s cock with a wet pop as you go to pull your shirt off, revealing your tits to the men.
“Fffuckk.” Ezra mutters before leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan as you tangle your fingers into his hair, holding the back of his head to your breast as he sucks. You hear Joel behind you unbuttoning his pants and lewdly spitting on his hand.
“Lean back down baby let me see those sweet holes.”
Ezra releases your tit so you can bend over for Joel. You bend over, keeping your ass in the air as you take Ezra’s cock back into your mouth. Giving it a few sucks and finding a decent rhythm, your hand lets go so you can reach back and spread your ass cheeks open for Joel.
“That’s it baby just like that.” Joel grunts. He spits on his forefinger and middle finger and swirling it around your puckered hole. He slowly pushes one finger in your ass making you choke on Ezra’s cock.
His finger stills inside, wiggling his finger around a few times before pulling back out. His other hand comes up and starts rubbing your wet pussy. Quickly finding your clit and giving it a few rubs before pushing his finger back into your ass. Joel finds a rhythm fast, rubbing your pussy as he fingers your ass. The sensation alone has you on edge, you begin to move faster on Ezra’s cock.
Joel starts to add a second finger in your ass causing you to let out a little welp.
“J-Joel! That’s too much! I can’t take it!”
“Shh baby you’re taking it. Taking it just fine. Let me kiss it better.”
Removing his fingers, Joel leans forward, holding your cheeks apart, licking a wide stripe up your ass. Your hands now on Ezra’s legs to keep yourself up right. You and Ezra lock eyes as you moan, feeling Joel swirl his tongue around your asshole, licking into it, making your pussy spasm around nothing.
Ezra cups your face, “That feel good sugar? You like feeling his tongue in such a forbidden hole? I bet your poor sweet pussy must be leaking by now.”
You can’t help but let out a sob. You need more, your neglected clit needs friction.
“Shh I know baby I know, let him French kiss that sweet hole. Let him make your sweet honey drip so we may feast.”
Joel pulls back, spit dripping down his chin,
“Get on the bed Ezra.”
He puts his arm under you, pulling you up. You fall back onto Joel, your legs shaking unable to hold you up.
Ezra makes quick work of taking his boots and pants off, pulling his shirt off as he slides by you to get on the bunk.
Once he’s settled on the bed laying on his back, Joel helps you get on the bunk next.
“Lay on top of him baby. You, hold her open for me.” He orders the two of you.
Ezra pulls you on top of him, your back against his chest. His hands holding the backs of your thighs, right behind your knee as your legs are bend. Holding you wide open. You can feel his cock in between your open cheeks.
Joel undresses and climbs on the bunk facing you.
“Goddamn. Never seen something more sinful or fucking beautiful than this.” He reaches down and grabs ahold of Ezra’s cock and starts pushing the tip towards your puckered hole.
“Joel! Nno! I- I can’t it won’t fit! Please!” You try to move but Ezra’s got a tight grip on you.
“Shh baby it’ll fit, I got you nice and ready back here. He’ll go slow baby.”
He watches your hole as the tip goes in, he takes his other hand and brings it to your pussy and starts rubbing circles on your clit.
You throw your head back and let out a moan, finally getting some friction on your cunt feels so good, you feel your whole body relax, momentarily forgetting about your asshole.
“That’s it baby let it happen,” he whispers before leaning forward and pulling your clit between his lips and sucking. His hand that guided the other man’s cock in you made its way down to his balls, giving them a soft squeeze. Hearing him moan with you is making Joel’s cock leak. Ezra’s cock is almost all of the way in your ass now and it feels so good. You feel stuffed just from him.
Joel sits back up and just admires the two of you.
Taking himself in his hand he moves closer and swipes his cock through your folds a few times before slowly pushing into your pussy.
Your mouth is hanging wide open, your chest heaving as you watch Joel push you past any limits you could’ve had. Having both men now inside of you is an indescribable feeling. It’s a fullness like no other.
“ Oh fuck you both feel utterly divine. This must be heaven.” Ezra says breathlessly as he lays there inside of you, able to feel the weight of Joel’s cock inside your pussy.
“Move Ezra, go on. Let’s make her feel good.”
“Yes sir.”
He gives an experimental thrust, bouncing you slightly making Joel sink deeper into you.
He starts to build up a tempo, thrusting up into you while Joel stays still above you.
Soon Joel moves, finding a rhythm with Ezra. As one moves out the other moves in.
You can’t help but close your eyes as you lean back in ecstasy.
Joel’s quick to grab your throat, squeezing just right to make your eyes fly open.
“Keep your eyes on me baby, you will watch when I’m fucking you. Do you understand?”
Joel slaps you, not hard but enough to leave a slight sting. Your face turns slightly, the hand around your throat not giving you much movement. A wanton moan spilling from your lips.
“Yes Joel I’m s-sorry baby I won’t take my eyes off you again nngh ohh oh fuck oh fuck you feel so good. So full.”
Joel starts pounding harder into you, still squeezing your throat. Ezra’s holding onto your legs for dear life, the friction of Joel’s dick rubbing against him has him ready to burst.
“F-fuck nngh take our cum baby take every fucking drop you hear me?” Joel groans, you can tell both men are close.
“Mhmm cum inside me baby cum inside my little whore cunt. Mark my ass Ezra, I wanna feel you leak out of my holes oooh oh fuck oh fuck please cum baby!”
You reach down and start rubbing furiously at your clit, sending right over the edge. You let out a scream as you start coming, vision going blurry as tears escape your eyes. Your orgasm hitting you like a truck.
Both men soon follow right behind you, spilling their seed deep inside both of your holes.
All three of you still, breathing heavy as Joel pulls out. Ezra’s soft cock slips out right after him as he lets go of your legs.
“Hold on baby don’t move.” Joel tells you before reaching down in between the bunk and the drivers seat, pulling out an old school Polaroid camera.
Aiming the camera at you and Ezra he snapped a shot and a Polaroid came spitting out. He grabbed the photo and sat it by his leg. Then he leaned forward and snapped another pic, this one a close up of your cunt and asshole leaking cum. Taking both photos and placing them on his seat before laying down next to Ezra as he pulls you into the middle.
No one really said a word. It was just the three of you, laying together, soft smiles shared, basking in the soft embrace of each other before falling asleep.
A/n: omg lmao so this was meant to be a drabble, this is one hell of a drabble 😂🤷🏻‍♀️ thank you so so much for such a beautiful thot my sweet beef baby @beefrobeefcal !! I hope you love this! I hope yall enjoy this! I really loved writing this and thank you again for following me, reading, interacting, all of it! You guys are the best!
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ceruleancattail · 4 months
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a coffin unlocks and cater's breath hitches. something in his soul stirs at the appearance of an unknown soul, a soul that didn't belong in their world, in the coffin. purple and black hair made his eyes water with happiness. at last, he had found her! the woman haunting his dreams, the woman of his dreams, the woman he would die and kill for-
his breath hitches again, but this time accompanied by the fisting of his hands. his dorm leader, the stern and strict riddle rosehearts, seemed to be the one she holds dear in her heart, judging by the way her eyes flutter.
no, no, no! this can't be!
she had held his hand! she had chosen him! not the stupid, idiotic dorm leader!
she would be his-
"cater?" trey's concerned voice breaks cater out of his stupor. "are you alright?"
emerald eyes glue themselve onto riddle. they painted an invisible mark on his back. a new target.
melody striker would be his.
"i'm fine, trey!! don't worry!" cater grin at his friend. "everything will be alright! soon..."
OMG HEY CERU!!! CONGRATS ON 200 FICS!!! here is my mini drabble and submission for your latest event! seeing your event honestly makes me want to go back to writing yandere again hehe
may i request cater x my twst oc, melody striker? in this case, melody was supposed to take cater's hand in the beginning, only to switch to riddle last minute. can you make cater incredibly jealous and angry, seeing melody and riddle bond all the time in nrc? thank you!!
don't forget to rest and stay hydrated!!!
hugs and kisses, siren xoxo
Hi hi Siren! I’m not writing for Original Characters for this event, so I hope you don’t mind I turned this into an x reader instead!
I’m so sorry, I forgot to specify this in the event post.
I loved your Drabble!!! The actual chills, nice. If you do write something yandere, I’m going to devour it FR fr 🫶
Sentience presents:
Remember
Self Aware Cater x reader
Tw:Yandere
There’s an itch in Cater’s fingers.
Burying itself deep within his skin,sinking its fangs into every inch of skin it could reach. It spreads with every second, never content where it was. The itch was always there, an irrational irritation that seemed determined to gnaw away at his sanity.
Cater tries his best to shove that prickling feeling to the back of his mind. Pursing his lips, forcing a cheerful smile onto his face. He’s learnt to do that well. Concealing every single thing behind a jovial grin, bobbing his head along like a little bobble-head toy.
Although Cater does feel that mask slips ever so slightly when he see you.
Hell, you’ve ripped it off entirely the day you fell through that great old mirror. Reaching out for him, voice ever so earnestly calling out his name. It’s been awhile since Cater saw a face so honest, eyes shining with surprise and… happiness.
As if you saw him as who he was. Behind all the facades, behind all the filters and likes. You saw him as Cater Diamond, and you still wanted him.
For the first time in awhile, Cater’s smile was genuine. He leapt up, grabbing your hand in one fluid motion. Yanking you through those murky depths, laughing wildly all the time.
The curves of both of your hands slid right next to each other, clicking into place like two pieces of a jigsaw. He could feel your pulse, a flustered little beat against his. Adorable, truly.
Cater could listen to your heart beat for hours and never get bored. How could he? With the way it skipped and leapt under his touch, a delicate melody of you. Cater knows every beat by heart, even though it’s been awhile since he had the pleasure of hearing it.
Your hands reach for another, now. Fingers running through locks of scarlet, mirroring the red blooming onto both of your cheeks. You’ve opted to spend a little more time with the Heartsabyul Housewarden nowadays.
Cater sees both of you whenever he returns to the dorms.
He sees it all.
The way you two brush shoulders, your head leaning into the crook of Riddle’s neck. The flustered apologies, followed the embarrassed laughs, a rosy pink spreading onto both of your faces. The gentle intertwining of fingers, little kisses shared underneath the rose bushes. The way you smile at Riddle… it was new, for Cater.
The itch gets worse those days. Raw, red and pulsing. Just like his heart, throbbing madly within his chest. A wild beast, driven mad with outrage. It’s all he can do to stay silent, forcing himself still.
Even then, the envy claws at his mind. It’s unbearable, consuming his every waking thought. The itch just grows worse, the more he sees you with Riddle. Sometimes, he gives in to it. Scratching at his arms until they’re red and raw. Just like his heart beating in his chest. Beating just for you.
It’s a bit unfair for you to lavish such time and attention on someone else, isn’t it? After all, you chose him first.
You’re his, as much as he is yours.
Cater supposes it’s time to make you remember that.
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runnning-outof-time · 7 months
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“I just need some quiet.” With Arthur 🧡💛
Congrats again friend!!
Thanks for sending this my way, Madelyn! I’m so excited to get some more Arthur in the mix here - I hope you like it! Enjoy! :)
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Part of my 3.5k Celebration - find more stories here!
Worth Much More
Arthur Shelby x Reader
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Warnings: language
Word Count: 1077
Summary: (Y/N) offers some comfort to Arthur after he comes home distraught and thinking erratically.
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The sound of the door slamming made (Y/N) jump, and she was sitting up straight on the couch within seconds. She quickly looked around, now acutely aware of her surroundings. Nothing seemed off in the sitting room, but the loud crash that came from the front room had her up and moving, her mind immediately going to the worst.
She was only slightly relieved when she saw what was waiting for her in the other room. Arthur stood only a few feet from the door, his palms pressed into his eyes as he heaved deeply. A quick glance to the floor told her that the loud sound she’d heard was the table that sat next to the door, which was now on the floor.
“Arthur,” she called out to him, hoping he’d lower his hands and acknowledge her. He didn’t. “Arthur,” she tried again, a little louder this time. Nothing. “Arthur!” now she was shouting.
“What?! Fucking what?!” Her raised voice did the trick, making him drop his arms and snap back at her, his eyes filled with rage. She didn’t need to ask to know something was wrong.
But she did anyway: “what’s happened, Arthur?” she spoke in a soft voice.
“Nothing, I…” he paused, clenching his hands into fists in hopes to curtail what he was feeling. His wife wasn’t the cause of his anger, she didn’t deserve to suffer from it. But at the moment, he felt like he couldn’t put it aside.
“Arthur?” she softly prodded him to continue, the stare he was wearing making her slightly more uncomfortable with each second that passed.
He squeezed his eyes shut as she spoke, using everything within him not to snap. She doesn’t deserve it, he kept telling himself, thankful that some rationality was still present in his mind whilst everything else was being painted over red. “(Y/N), fuck, I can’t, I…” his words came out through gritted teeth as he tried to convey his feelings in the calmest way possible. “Not right now, please, ok? I just need some quiet.”
(Y/N) blinked a few times, holding her gaze on him as she let the words sink in. She knew better than to continue at him for the information, and she was thankful that he’d so far managed to keep his emotions in check. So she nodded and softly said: “ok. Ok, Arthur. I’ll give you some quiet.”
Arthur nodded after hearing what she said. The two held each other’s gaze for a few moments longer before he broke it and moved to the steps of the home. (Y/N) watched him go, waiting until he disappeared upstairs to return to the sitting room. A heavy sigh left her lips as she sat down, her mind now running wild with the possibilities of scenarios that caused her husband to act like this.
She let him take the time he needed though and after waiting an hour, she slowly ascended the stairs. She listened for any sound as she walked down the hall, but was only met with silence. After three, quick knocks on the wood, she turned the knob and opened the door. Arthur was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.
He didn’t notice her enter the room, so when he felt a hand on his knee, he sucked in a deep breath and lifted his head. Her kind eyes instantly met his, and something about them served to instantly quell some of the hurt he’d been feeling.
“Do you want to talk?” she asked him, her eyebrows lifting slightly. “Get anything off your chest?”
Arthur took a deep breath and held it for a moment, knowing that it would be good if he spoke about things instead of bottling them up. He began to speak as he exhaled, “my dad, he, uh…” he paused, running a hand through his hair, “he left town. He took the fuckin’ money I gave him and he left town. I caught him on the platform. He—he was lying about the plan he had…” he ended with another sigh, shaking his head as he dropped his gaze to the floor.
(Y/N) bit her lip as she mulled over the information. She instantly felt terrible for her husband.
Arthur Sr. had sought out his estranged family the second after sauntered back into Small Heath, hoping to put a bug in their ear. It worked with Arthur, and he was immediately roped into this grand scheme of opening a casino in Atlantic City. Tommy told Arthur not to trust it; not to buy into their old man’s schemes. But Arthur didn’t listen. He was determined to show that he also could make smart decisions and legitimate moves. Now was obvious that his choices had blown up in his face.
“I…I’m sorry to hear that, Arthur,” she offered her sympathy to him, gently squeezing his thigh.
“I waited for him, (Y/N),” he stated, pain clear in his voice, “I bloody waited for him just to find out he was takin’ our money and leaving town.”
“You’ll do better without him. You didn’t need his ideas to help you get ahead.”
“I’ve fucked things up for the business,” he sighed, not listening to his wife’s words, “and I ain’t worth much anyway.”
“Don’t say that, Arthur,” (Y/N) was disagreeing with his statement in seconds, “you are worth so much…much more than some money.”
Arthur lifted his eyes to meet hers, seeing that she had an assured look on her face. It was one that made his heart swell just upon seeing it. “Yeah, well…” he paused, a dejected chuckle leaving his lips as he shook his head at his thought, “it’s gonna cost me an arm and a leg to make things right after this.”
“I’m sure it won’t take that much,” she responded, allowing the slightest smile to form on her face as she picked up on the dry humor that was present in his statement.
Seeing her smile made Arthur smile, which in turn made her squeeze his thigh again.
The pain of the betrayal he’d been through that day would linger over the next few days, maybe even weeks; Arthur knew that. But he was thankful that he’d have (Y/N) there to help him through it. He didn’t even want to think of what he would have done if it weren’t for her being there for him.
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A JUMP BACK | JACK HUGHES
dad!jack hughes au
- set four years ago during jack and yn’s senior year of high school
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jackhughes prom with my rory
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yleory the romeo to my juliet
jackhughes minus the deaths baby
friend1 aww! my fave couple
quinnhughes they grow up so fast
lhughes_06 you’re just old
quinnhughes okay mr just became a sophomore in high school 👦
user1 awww no he’s taken 😭😭
user2 throwing up and everything
user3 jack said not a soft but a HARD launch
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ylerory with my favorite hughes and girls!
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jackhughes so livvy’s your favorite hughes and not me?
lhughes_06 clearly livvy is everyone’s favorite Hughes
livvyhughes love u v much sister! don’t know why you’re even dating my brother but so glad you came into our lives <3
ylerory i love u my lil sissy
friend1 YESS we look so good!!
friend2 us when we rock prom 🙏
user1 jack’s gf is so pretty OHMYGOD
- fast forward to yn and jack’s freshman year of college
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ylerory full time student —> full time mama soon
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jackhughes hell yea!
elblue6 i remember how much i cried after i found out, so unbelievably grateful for the happiness you bring to my son and our family 💗💐
ylerory mama hughes! 🥲🥲 gonna make me cry
livvyhughes YAAA!! cool auntie in a few months 😎
jackhughes the coolest auntie ever
ylerory 💗💗💗
umichockey some of our players gon be protective uncles soon 👀👀
user1 NOOO WAY
user2 we officially lost him.
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jackhughes yn lerory, the girl who i fell head over heels with in sophomore year of high school who taught me not to only become better for myself, but also better for others. i cannot ask the world for a better girlfriend and best friend, and you’ve brightened up my life since the day we met. thank you for bringing olivier into the world, and thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me. thanks for sticking with the annoying sophomore jack hughes who couldn’t even do chemistry properly. my smart, beautiful, and now a mother, rory.
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livvyhughes am i crying? who’s crying?
quinnhughes the most wholesome and happiest I’ve ever seen you. Congrats buddy, hope all goes well for you and Rory (my future sister in law.)
ylerory aww quinn 🥹🥹 we love you so much, thank you for being the person we could always go to when we needed help. best big brother EVER.
lhughes_06 part time hockey player, full time ollie’s uncle
umichockey whoa there buddy we still need u on the ice!
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gabeperreault44 kids looks good on you Livvy
jackhughes don’t even think about it buddy
ylerory yay!! ollie loves his auntie and uncles so much, thank you for bringing joy into his life
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beeeeeee!!! congrats on 2k!!! 🥳🥳 you deserve all of the support and love that you have and so much more!! ❤️❤️
may i request a fluffy smut fake dating au blurb with mingi and prompts 5 & 12 please? 😊���🏽
a/n: thank you for this request cherry !!! it was so much fun to write <3
title: wedding buddies
prompts: (5) "I want you to kiss me." (12) "I haven't listened to anything you just said."
pairing: mingi x afab!reader
warnings: smut, p in v sex, afab reader
word count: 2k
MDNI
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Ah, wedding season. That special time of the year, between late spring and early fall, where everyone and their mothers decided to hold their weddings. You had come to that age where you friends and acquaintances were getting engaged and married - and you were just not there yet.
To every wedding you got invited to, you also got a plus one. For the first wedding you just went alone, but the amount of comments you got was enough to make you leave early. Which is why you now had a plan - and his name was Song Mingi.
Mingi was one of your friends, but he was the kind of friend you would usually just hang out alone with. None of your acquaintances, who had invited you to their wedding, knew of him, and your closest friends barely saw anything of him. So, to avoid future questioning, Mingi became your fake boyfriend.
It wasn't difficult to get him to do it, he was promised free food and drinks. What more could he want? Moreover, you got to present a hot boyfriend to all of your friends.
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The deeper you went into your lie, the harder it was to deny your growing feelings for you your fake boyfriend. Mingi was so good at acting as your boyfriend that you almost felt betrayed when he'd go back to your normal ways after the wedding.
Now there you were, the last wedding of the month, and drooling over the man that you couldn't have - and you had no one to complain to about it!
Mingi was getting the two of you drinks by the bar, and while he was gone you found yourself fixing your outfit. The need to look good for your fake partner felt stupid, but that didn't stop you from trying. You watched Mingi walk back to you, a big goofy grin on his lips which didn't match the tight black slacks and white button-up shirt he was wearing - three buttons unbuttoned, and his tie just laying around his shoulders. His broad shoulders... Mingi did a little dance, trying to make you smile and succeeding immediately, before he finally got to the table.
"See, the venue might've been worse than the last one." Mingi picked the conversation you had before he left back up. "But I still think this wedding is better- my proof being: open bar!"
"I can't argue with that," you hummed and accepted your drink.
Mingi kept on talking, but you were busy staring at the way his lips moved. Soft and pouty, so incredibly kissable- no. You weren't allowed to think like that - he was your friend! Your buddy! Your pal! So in an attempt to be rational, you looked back up at his eyes. He hadn't noticed you staring. However, he was looking for some sort of answer that you couldn't give.
"Sorry, I haven't been listening to anything you just said," you admitted.
"Yeah I could see that," he said knowingly, "You've been busy."
"Hm?" Your eyes widened.
"You're too obvious when you've been drinking," he said, "Honestly, it makes the acting a lot easier."
You stared at him, wondering if he had managed to figure everything out. Mingi wasn't dumb, by any means, but you didn't think he could figure you out - you were stealthy... right?
"What do you mean?" you murmured.
The music started booming, and people made their way onto the dance floor. You kept looking at Mingi like a deer in headlights. He knew something, but you didn't have time to question it. Mingi stood up and held his hand out to you, leading you out to the dance floor once you had taken it.
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The wedding was far enough away from either of your homes that you had decided to book a hotel room together. It was a late booking, and the only room you had managed to get had a king bed. Before this wedding it had been a source of anxiety for you, but now it was convenient.
Mingi's lips stayed on yours while he fumbled with the keycard to the door. He pulled away from you, swearing under his breath and tried one last time to open the door. Slamming the door open, the two of you let out drunken giggles and laughs while you stumbled towards the bed.
"Maybe we should talk about this." Your ass landed on the soft bed and Mingi kneeled before you.
His hands worked on taking off your shoes for you, throwing them behind him when he was done. He stood back up, towering over you, and held your hands in his.
"Is there anything you want to say?" he asked softly.
You stayed quiet, your mind completely blank. Mingi chuckled and pulled his tie off his shoulders, throwing it behind him as well. Without hesitation, your hands went to the buttons on his shirt and started unclasping each one. As his shirt opened up more, you started kissing the revealed skin - leaving lipstick marks across his chest and torso. Mingi took your face in his big hands and made you look at him.
"Talk to me, sweetheart," he murmured, "What do you want?"
"I want you to kiss me again," you admitted in a plea.
Mingi bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, teasing you before going in again. One of his hands went to your back, while the other one leaned on the bed behind you.
"Tell me you want me and I'll give you everything I have," he mumbled against your lips, "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this."
"I want you."
It came out as a whisper, but you wanted to scream it. His lips attacked your neck, leaving blooming bruises on his path down your upper body. His lips felt like heaven, and you noticed a heat growing from your core throughout your body. When he got to your chest, where your dress started, he stopped.
"Wanna take this off for me?" he asked gently. "Let me see all of you."
You nodded eagerly and stood up on wobbly legs. Mingi worked on getting his own clothes off, laying down on the bed when he had done so. He watched you struggle with your dress, a big grin playing on his lips.
"Don't laugh!" you said as soon as you heard a snicker. "I can't reach the zipper!"
"Come here, sweetheart." He motioned for you to come over.
You stood in front of him and his hands landed on your hips, gently rubbing the skin over the fabric of your dress. He smiled up at you before turning you around. Reaching up, he grabbed the zipper and slowly dragged it down - teasing you.
"Mingi..." you whined.
"Mm," he hummed as he pressed a kiss to your spine, "I love it when you say my name."
You huffed and walked away from him, finally pulling your dress down. Almost instantly, you missed his hands on your hips. When you turned back to the man on the bed he was laying back with a confident smile on his face, cock straining against his underwear. Already, you could tell he was big. You got on top of him, straddling him. Mingi looked at you expectantly. Besides this rather bold move on your part, you had no other plan on what to do. At least you got to feel his hands on your hips again.
"You're even more beautiful than I could've ever imagined," he admitted.
"So you've been imagining me naked?" You grinned.
"Don't act like you haven't done the same to me," he argued.
You scoffed, but couldn't come up with anything else to say - it was true after all. Nevertheless, you had no time to respond because Mingi started grinding your hips against his, using his grip on your hips to get you to move. Strings of swears left your mouth and you leaned against him. You hadn't realized how sensitive you had gotten from his light teasing, but you were practically throbbing. Mingi found your lips again and kissed you, drowning all of your sounds out.
As you started approaching your high, your noises getting louder and your cunt leaking through your underwear, Mingi stopped moving you. Before you could whine and throw a tantrum, he flipped you over on your back.
"Did you bring a condom with you?" he asked breathlessly.
"In my bag."
Mingi quickly went over to your bag and rummaged through it. When he finally found it, he held it up to show you his victory. You laughed as he approached you once again. Your laugh got caught in your throat when you saw the wet spot you had created on his underwear. A big splotch of lust sitting promptly on top of his erection.
"Are you always this prepared?" he teased.
"I wouldn't call it prepared," you said, "Just hopeful."
"I'll answer your prayers, babe, don't worry," he grinned and got on top of you again.
He went to kiss you, but you put your hand in front of his face.
"No more fooling around, I need you to fuck me," you said desperately.
You ended up on your hands and knees, Mingi's cock ramming into you from behind. Each time he pushed inside, it felt like he was tearing you apart. His cock was even bigger than the ego he was going to get from fucking you stupid. Your moans bounced against the walls, filling the room quickly and most likely spilling out from the thin walls. You didn't give a shit, not when he was making you see stars.
"Mingi," you moaned, "Close..."
It was all you could muster saying. Your chest fell to the bed and he took the opportunity to drill deeper into you. It felt like he was in your ribcage, every thrust sending a shock through your body. Your sopping cunt was making sounds you couldn't imagine yourself making. It was crying out for more and more, the sounds of your wetness filling your ears.
"You can cum, sweetheart, I'm not stopping you." Mingi reached around your body and started playing with your clit, rubbing tight circles.
It pushed you over the edge, your body spasming and your legs almost giving out from under you. You let out a shriek as he kept fucking you, chasing his own high. The continued stimulation made your head spin, and you became a wobbly mess of limbs. You didn't even noticed that Mingi had pulled out of you and thrown away the condom. His sweaty body cuddled up against yours, the sudden skin-to-skin contact bringing you back to reality.
"You okay, baby?" he murmured in your ear.
"I'm alright," you breathed out, "Just need a minute."
"Okay, just lay back. I'll get you cleaned up and something to eat."
You felt him leave, and you turned around to put your head on one of the pillows. When he came back it was with a wet towel and snacks he had gotten from the mini fridge. He sat down beside you and helped you clean up.
"Do you have water?" you asked hoarsely.
Mingi reached over to the bedside table, where he had put all of his things, and opened a water bottle for you. You thanked him and sat up to drink.
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The two of you were under the covers watching a film on the TV in front of the bed. You had calmed down from your high, and he had helped you get into bed properly. After talking for a bit, both agreeing that "just friends" maybe shouldn't be your title anymore, you decided to watch something until one of you fell asleep.
"You know what's so good about this?" you asked quietly and he hummed, "Now you don't have to pretend to like me at weddings anymore."
"I was never pretending."
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One Step at a Time: USWNT x Reader
Summary: Y/N plays in the opening match of the world cup but it isn’t sunshine and fairy tales. Y/N does everything they can to hold their shit together and help the team. 
Warnings: sorry this is very very sad because i need to write out my sad emotions and this is a little bit me writing my life into an imagine… italics are Y/N’s internal monologue
Word count: 1234
Y/N POV
Step One: get to the lobby of the hotel before the bus is supposed to leave
Just put one foot in front of the other. Take the elevator, not the stairs. Save your energy for the game you are going to need it. Are my headphones on? Are my sun glasses on? Follow the team out of the hotel. Ignore the fans. Ignore the media. Get on the bus and sit in your seat.
Step Two: Get to the start of the game without crying
Chill playlist only. Focus on good deep breaths. Keep your eyes closed. Imagine today being a better day. Your family is in the stands. They can’t wait to watch you do what you love. They are so proud of all of the hard work it took you to get here. They will go crazy if you score a goal today. Do the same routine you always do. Take the picture frame out of your bag. Remember that you are playing for those who can no longer be here. Take the necklace off and put it on the picture frame. Get dressed. Warm up. How do the muscles feel? How do the joints feel? Is blood sugar okay? Are electrolyte levels okay?
Step Three: Be the player that the team needs you to be
We all line up. The whistle blows. 
Time to push forward. I am open. The ball is at my feet. The keeper is off their line. Chip the keeper Y/N. Holy shit. It worked. I just scored. Everyone is running to me.
“That was amazing Y/N!” Alex yells in my ear.
“Y/N you are the best!” Lindsey says joining the swarm of people hugging me.
I look up to the sky with tears in my eyes.
This is for you. It's always for you.
“Come on guys,” I say. “There is a lot of game left to be played.”
Line up for the corner. Have a plan to lose the defender. Never lose sight of the ball. Run towards it. Jump high. Redirect to the back post. 
“Fuck yeah!”
“That's two Y/N!”
“Y/N is unstoppable!”
Don’t get cocky. Stay humble. Stay true to yourself.
“Y/N! Push forward.”
I can see what is about to happen. Stay on side Y/N and everything will work out. Run. Get your ass there. Just get a toe on the ball. The keeper can’t stop you. Redirect. Don’t add any power.
“Hat trick! Hat trick! Hat trick!”
“Y/N! You are the love of my life!”
The whistle blows and I just sit on the ground and cry. I should be happy right now, but instead I am so sad. 
This is not how the world cup was supposed to go.
Step 4: Put on a happy face until the public can’t see you
“That was an amazing way to start the world cup,” Vlatko says to all of us in the huddle. “I am proud of all of you. Y/N, congrats on the hat trick. Everyone, enjoy this moment. The rest of the world cup starts tomorrow.”
“One more thing before everyone starts to look for their family,” Pinoe says. “Y/N get in the middle. You know how birthdays work on this team.”
Everyone sings happy birthday to me and then we head over to the friends and family section. 
Seeing everyone so excited that their family is here makes me happy. It’s great to see everyone in such good moods.
“Y/N where is your family?” Sonnett asks. “I wanna say hi to them!”
“They’re in America,” I tell her quietly, trying to not cry. “They aren’t coming to any of the games.”
“That’s okay,” Sonnett whispers in my ear while giving me a hug. “All of our families will support you and be your family during the tournament.”
“Thanks Sonny”
Step 5: Get through media as quickly as possible
Heif takes me to the mixed zone, where I am presented with the player of the match trophy.
“Y/N,” A reporter says, getting my attention. “After your goals and after the game you seemed emotional. Could you speak on what emotions you are feeling and what has been going through your head throughout the game?”
Do I lie or do I tell the truth?
Lie.
Truth.
Lie.
Truth.
Lie.
Truth. The truth will come out eventually so there is no point in lying now.
“Yeah, there definitely are a lot of emotions when it comes to playing in the world cup. Most of the game I kept telling myself to be that player that my teammates need me to be. Every goal was such a whirlwind. They were all split second decisions that worked out in the team's favor. Before every game, I remind myself of all the people I play this sport for. All of the people who would be proud of me for fighting for my dreams. After the goals, I was thinking who I was scoring for. The ones who would be going crazy if they were able to watch this game. I am sure if you were to ask anyone on the team, they would say that they compartmentalize during games and tournaments. I am no different. But once that final whistle blew, I let myself think about the things I’ve been blocking out during the game. I let myself sit in the emotions I was putting aside in order to be the player the team needs me to be.”
“Y/N, is there anything you would like to say to your family right now?”
It’s okay to cry. Everyone will understand.
“Yes. Unfortunately, my family was not able to make it out to the world cup, so they are back home watching this on TV. Before… Before we left the hotel I got a call from my family. There was a family emergency. So to my family: I am very sorry that I am not able to be there to support you right now. I know what you are going through feels unreal and unimaginable. I love each and everyone of you. Please take time for yourself and make sure you are doing okay. And I hope that watching the world cup brings you a little bit of light in this very dark time. Those goals were for Reagan, Chase, and Cole. I will fight to win this world cup for you and for them. And I will be back in a month to give all of you hugs.”
Step 6: Let the team in. Let the team support you.
I am sobbing by the time I get back to the locker room. Almost everyone is either in the showers or the ice bath. I get to my locker and suddenly I am filled with rage. I punch my locker over and over again until I am pulled away by Aubrey and Naeher. I collapse in their arms and just sob.
Nothing in the world feels okay.
By the time I have calmed down, the entire team is sitting in their lockers silently. Patiently waiting for me to talk to them.
“My brothers died today,” I say, my voice raw. “I found out right before we got on the bus. I am staying for the rest of the world cup. My family will be staying in America. I need to win this for them.”
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INTERLUDE | are we still friends?
'it's nice to have a friend' fic masterlist + playlist | previous chapter
PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 3.2k
SUMMARY: after months of ghosting, reader finally gets to talk to jamie again at the end of her second year.
WARNINGS: language
A/N: so we're going back in time to when reader's in uni and early in jamie's man city career :) hope u all enjoy! (also i know frats aren't a thing in the uk but i didn't find that out till after i published the prologue rip) i'd also suggest listening to 'are we still friends?' by tyler the creator for this chapter too just for the vibes — also!! thank you so much for 200 followers it's insane so many of you enjoy my fics :))
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Age 19
"And that's it for this semester! Congrats everyone!" Your professor greets the room as the last person finishes their presentation. The room cheers, — albeit weakly given that most of the students there were coming down from their finals week caffeine addiction, — and everyone soon starts filing out.
You pass by your professor on the way out with Liv and hand her the trinket that the two of you planned on giving out to all of the professors you've had this semester. Some out of gratitude, some to make them feel guilty for the low marks they've given. This certain professor, a lady in her mid-40s who has been in the STEM area of research for years, had designated the two of you her favorites.
"Thank you so much, ladies. It was such a pleasure having the two of you in my class." You both give her a warm smile before heading into the hall. 
When you make it outside of the building, Liv lets out a cathartic scream of relief. "It's finally done!" You laugh at your friend's reaction. You were glad too, but not enough to yell in public.
As you headed back to your student hall, you pulled out your phone. It had become routine to message Jamie every time you were heading back to Manchester, which you were the next week when your parents picked you up.
Hey Jamie! How've you been? How's Man City? Saw the match with Cardiff, you did great.
You press send before adding on, If you're still here, maybe you want to meet up before you go back? I'm heading back to Manchester next week too if you want to meet up then instead. 
You send that too and type out I miss you, but after glancing at the rest of your unread messages, you delete it and sigh in defeat.
You don't even know why you're still trying. You haven't spoken to Jamie in months. No, it's almost been a year. The last time you did was when you went home for the summer holiday after your first year of uni, but even then, Jamie seemed distant and cold. He left the lunch early too after he got a call from his manager, much to your dismay. Even before that, his messages to you were getting less and less frequent till he finally stopped replying a few months into your second year.
Maybe it stung more knowing it was around the time you left that you realized how really felt about him. It wasn't just platonic love anymore; you might've actually been in love with your best friend then. But those feelings have since disappeared, at the same rate that Jamie disappeared from your life.
So now you were in a pub, supposedly celebrating the end of your second year in uni, but you couldn't stop staring at your phone, waiting for a reply. You've been re-reading your message to him and staring at that delivered in the corner until you finally broke out of the trance thanks to one of your friends calling out to you.
"Oi! You're not even tipsy. Are you playing or not?" Tina asks and you shut your phone before shifting your focus to the conversation. Right, you're playing Never Have I Ever.
"Shit, sorry," you apologize before lifting your hand. "I am now. What's the last one?"
"It was never have I ever slept with a footballer," Liv explains quickly, but the entire group had this knowing look on their faces that told you everything they thought of you.
Maybe it was fueled by the anger directed at said footballer or the fact that you knew they all thought you were a prude for not having hooked up with anyone the whole time in uni, — as far as they knew, — but you give them a knowing look that caused everyone's expressions to shift.
"No fucking way, you have?" Sam asks and you take a shot as confirmation.
"Technically yes," you explain but decide to hide which player it was. Because if they knew it was one of the up-and-comings of the Premier League, you'd never hear the end of it. Plus, one of them was bound to snitch to a newspaper for sure. "Back when I was 17 and before I left for uni, I slept with someone who ended up getting scouted." You neglect to mention that someone was your best friend, who agreed to be your first time because you were sure you'd make a bad decision the moment you stepped foot in a uni.
If they knew where you were from, they would've figured it out instantly. But you didn't have a Mancunian accent and none of them had ever bothered to ask where you were from over these two years — except Liv, who was no longer paying attention to the whole game and just scrolling on her phone, — so you were basically in the clear.
They moved on from your grand revelation quickly and continued with the game. At the end of it, you were probably the most sober out of all of them, so you ordered a Cosmopolitan. Maybe alcohol led to bad decisions, but at least it kept you off your phone.
You continued to talk with your friends till Tina gasped. You all turn to her to ask what happened when she exclaims, pretty loudly, "Looks like all of us have a chance at checking 'hooking up with a footballer' off our lists tonight." She giggles before leaning back into her seat.
You join the rest of them to look at what Tina had just seen and realize that not one, but two teams' worth of players had just walked into the pub. From Cardiff City and... Man City.
You already feel your heartbeat quickening and your eyes instantly start looking for Jamie in the crowd. The thoughts of 'he has to be here,' and 'he can't be here,' battle it out in your head, but when your eyes finally land on your former best friend, you don't know if the butterflies in your stomach are a good thing or not.
"Well, fuck it." You hear one of the girls you're with say as she downs another shot and gets up from the table. Some of the others join her in the group, but you're still frozen from nerves. Best way to heat up? More cocktails.
You watch with the other girls from a distance as the braver ones take their chances with the footballers on the other side of the bar. But for most of it, you can't take your eyes off Jamie. 
He looks really different, like bad different. He's loud and boisterous, but not in the way he was before. You watch how he talks to his teammates and you can almost see how his overconfidence masks the level of insecurity he has with much older players. Or maybe you're overthinking it. You haven't seen him in a while.
When your friends get back to the table along with some new drinks and stories, you try and listen intently. But you really couldn't stop looking behind them.
You don't think Jamie's felt your eyes on him, so you weren't worried he'd turn and see you staring. But if he did, you wondered how he'd react. Would he go wide-eyed and stare back or just look away as if he didn't just spot his best friend of a decade at a pub? You were about to find out.
After downing one of the drinks in front of you, — you weren't even sure if you were the one who ordered that one, to be honest — you excuse yourself from the table. When they saw where you were walking over to, they decided to start cheering. It did help your nerves, even though you were approaching them for different reasons.
"Jamie!" You get his attention and the moment his eyes land on yours, shock fills his face. You almost scoff at that. He goes to the place where you're studying and assumes that he wouldn't run into you?
You didn't even plan out what you were going to say, so instead you sarcastically greet, "Nice to see you here. In Cardiff. Where I go to uni."
Jamie doesn't say anything and just continues to stare at you. His cocky facade almost slips too, till one of the other Man City players rests his arms on Jamie's shoulders and he suddenly tenses. You've seen him before, probably in one of those tabloid articles, judging from his overall demeanor. He seemed like the type to get into those scandals.
"Ah fuck, I thought we got rid of you lot already. Don't you have enough drinks from your friends over there?" George, you finally remembered his name, states and you're taken aback. He must've seen you coming from that direction.
"No, I'm not here for that." You answer bluntly before turning back to Jamie, starting to get annoyed. "Are you seriously not going to say anything?" 
The Jamie you knew would be the first to defend you, even if it was just over someone knocking into you in the halls or stealing your pens. But it wasn't that you were after, honestly. You just wanted him to say something, anything at all.
"You know her, Tartt?" George scoffs and looks at Jamie. When Jamie continues to stay silent and just looks down at his feet, he chuckles and nudges the younger footballer. "A past hook-up, huh? Judging by your reaction. No need to be embarrassed, Jamie," he glances back at you and tries to whisper, "She's quite fit. Well, by your standards."
You roll your eyes, the anger starting to bubble. Now, Jamie had to say something right? But seeing no reaction, you correct him yourself. "Look, I'm not one of his bitter exes. I'm his..." You actually don't how to end that sentence.
George takes advantage of your pause and by now, some of the footballers around them had turned their attention to the scene. "Look woman, I don't care who you are to him, but take. the. fucking. hint."
You still don't remove your eyes from him. "Jamie," you whisper, almost pleading at that point.
Jamie looks up and seeing the multiple eyes on him at the moment, he finally speaks up, "You want an autograph or something? We're trying to enjoy our night, so I'll sign a napkin for you and you can be on your way."
The coldness in his response causes you to stumble and you take a step back. What did he just say to you? You try and search his face for any sign of remorse or guilt. Something that says, 'Please don't hate me, I didn’t mean it.' Nothing.
The sounds of the other footballers laughing don’t help either; it only contributes to the rising feeling of heat and embarrassment in you. You can feel the tears starting to form. There's no reason for you to break down in front of all of them, so you answer quickly, "Right. No need. Sorry for disturbing your night." 
You turn around quickly, but not without hearing George ask Jamie who you were. For a second, you almost thought he'd give him the truth.
"Dunno, probably some fan I met before." That breaks the dam and the first few tears drop to your cheeks. A crying girl isn't an irregular sight at a bar, but you really didn't feel like staying in the same place as Jamie anymore.
You approach the table to grab your things when you notice that most of your friends had already scattered across the pub. The only one left there was Liv, — who was the designated driver for tonight despite your university being a 5-minute walk away — who notices your tear-stained face and is quick to rush over to you. "What's wrong? What happened?"
You shake your head. "Don't worry. I just want to head back." Liv hadn't even known you for two years, but she knew that you weren't one to talk about your feelings. Instead, she nodded and offered to help you out of the pub, but you shook your head once again. You had a relatively high limit and partner it with what just happened with Jamie, you were practically sober. You grabbed your clutch and coat before rushing out of the place, furiously wiping the teams from your face.
Fuck Jamie Tartt. Fuck those Man City losers. Fuck everyone involved in turning your best friend into whoever that was. The boy you once knew was gone. Fully and completely gone. You had to accept that.
But even then, you thought you'd hear the door open behind you. You thought it would be Jamie. You thought he'd chase after you. You thought he'd pull you into a hug. You thought he'd apologize for what he did and for everything. You thought he'd cradle your face as he did so. You thought he'd plant a tender kiss on your lips as an apology too. You thought he'd re-enter your life as if nothing had changed.
But he did none of that. 
And you went home alone.
"(Y/N)? It's Liv, again!" You hear from the other side of your door, but make no attempt to move from your position in your bed. It was just too comfortable, perfect for wallowing in when you've officially ended the longest friendship you've ever had. Liv continues, "I'm heading home soon, but I asked Donna if she could keep bringing food for you to your door till you head home."
You were touched by the gesture but knew you weren't going to touch any of those bags till late at night when the hall was completely deserted. Till then, you'd be sleeping. Your parents had delayed picking you up till the last day and you've never been more glad about that.
"See you next semester! Love you!" were Liv's parting words and once you heard her footsteps recede, you fell back to sleep.
In all honestly, you've lost track of time at that point. Yeah, it was pathetic sitting in your room as if you were mourning the death of a loved one, but it's not like anyone cared. Well, Liv did, which is why she started bringing you food when she realized you weren't leaving your room, but she was heading home to London. Your parents had no idea what happened and you intended to keep it that way. The rest of your friends were off with their own lives, not even giving you a second thought. Jamie sure as hell didn't care what happened to you. He made that clear.
So for the rest of your time left in the hall, you just stayed in your room. Like a hermit. Jamie would've found it funny, you thought once, till it caused you to burst into tears once again. The more you tried to forget Jamie, the more you thought of him, which was the worst loop you could be in.
He's even in your dreams. One of them felt so real because you were in your exact position in reality when your phone rang. You saw his name as the caller, but 'dream you' just pressed decline. Even deleted the missed call notification. Good for her.
Then, you wake up to a missed call and a text from your mom. On route to Cardiff! Can't wait to see you, sweetie. 
Ah, fuck. Had that much time really passed? You jumped out of your bed and start fixing up. Technically, you had 3 and a half hours to do so, but counting showering, cleaning up your suitcases from your dusty closet, and shoving almost a years worth of items into said suitcases, then you were in a bind and never prayed for traffic more in your life.
And from the sheer fear of your parents giving you a sermon in front of the entire building, you almost forgot about your former state of wallowing in self-pity. Then you were faced with taking down the decorations on your wall. 
There was a mix of everything from school banners, even flyers, and pictures you'd taken with your friends and parents. You started with those first until the only ones left were the ones related to Jamie. You had pictures with him from multiple stages of your life. There was one from the first football match of his you ever attended and one from your graduation, too. 
You had kept the note he made you when you were 16 and you joined your first individual debate tournament. ‘Fucking smash it!’ was scrawled in his handwriting on a post-it note, which you've hung on your wall since your first year of uni. 
Even the rings he used to buy you for your birthday till his mom told him to find something new. You slowly pulled them from your desk drawer and realized there were only four. One missing. They were old anyway. You end up shrugging it off and placing them into your suitcase.
When you started inserting the rest of the items into an envelope, you continue to look at that picture with Jamie from when you were seven. Suddenly overcome by an emotion — rage, pity, nostalgia, you're not really sure, — you crumple it with your two hands and hold it like that for a few seconds. 
You finally let go and see the two distorted faces, you're suddenly overcome by feelings of guilt. 7-year-old Jamie didn't do anything wrong; what was the point of taking your frustrations on a picture of him? Maybe you can throw darts at a printed photo of the current Jamie when you get home instead.
You flatten the picture as best you can before putting it back into the pile in the envelope. You finish packing your desk and place all the items into one of your suitcases. You look around the room, satisfied. Sure, your sheets weren't made yet, but you were going to leave the place anyway and you needed to shower. It was 40 minutes till your parents would knock on your door, — as seen in the picture they sent of the GPS — so it was more than enough for you to get ready.
Time passed by quickly and soon, your dad was helping bring your bags down to the car while your mom talked about how much weight you've lost while you were away, like they always did. 
"Oh! Jamie, he had a game against Cardiff last week, right?" Your dad remembers as he starts the car. You almost freeze at the name, but turn to look out the window to avoid your parents catching whatever expression you had on your face. You were too tired to mask it properly.
"Yes, he was amazing!" Your mom exclaimed before asking. "Georgie said she told him to meet up with you here. Did he?"
"No," you answered quickly. You never lied to your parents, which is probably why they accepted your response so easily. You don't look back at them and continue to look at the passing trees. "Must've been busy."
A/N: yeah... and there you go! here's what happened that night in the pub and hopefully it makes me much more clear why reader still holds something against jamie! we're going back to the present day timeline for the next one so stay tuned!
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chelawrites · 9 months
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A New Start
Here’s another one! This one is a bit longer, but it’s also more detailed, has more build up, etc. Enjoy!
Prompt: “Come on, I can’t go to the party alone.”
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You turn the pages of the guide you’re reading as you sit up in your cot. The words reciting different combat strategies, much like the ones you’ve learned in training. Because of the redundancy you get bored quickly, tossing the booklet to the end of the bed. Looking around the room you see a few lingering initiates, but because it’s down time, most are out doing other things in the compound. The final test had occurred earlier in the morning, your rank staying right at number three. The outcome in ranking was satisfying enough for you, you knew you’d get a decent job in Dauntless because of it.
Getting up from your cot, you decide to walk down to the Pit. You walk into the tattoo shop where Tori was cleaning a chair, her last canvas proudly looking at his new ink in one of the mirrors. He thanks Tori and heads out. “Hey Tori!” a little wave leaves your hand as you walk up to her.
“Hey Y/N! Congrats on the ranking. I’m proud of you, you really overcame your aptitude result.” Her stoic face shows you a smile, pulling you in for a tight squeeze. You smile back in the embrace. “So, what’s up?” She says as you pace around the shop and look at all her drawings she has stuck to the wall with little thumbtacks. Your eyes find one a little below eye level, it was a phoenix with its wings spread wide to either side.
“I would like to get…this!” You pluck the thumbtack holding it in one hand and pulling the page off the wall with the other, presenting it to Tori.
She grabs the sheet, studying it, “I like this…and I think I can get it done before Max announces our new Dauntless members.”  You walk over to the chair and take a seat as Tori preps her tattoo machine.
As she tattoos you you’re both busy chatting with each other, laughing about this and that, catching up because you’ve been so busy with training tests lately. The tattoo isn’t not painful, but it’s pain that was definitely tolerable, even for a ton of needles continuously pricking the skin between your shoulder blades.
Once the tattoo is complete you stand up. Tori gives you a small mirror to hold as you turn around in front of the mirror.
“What do you think?” Tori says as she starts cleaning her station once again.
You move your hair to the front of your body to allow a better view of the finished piece. “I love it. Thank you for doing this for me.” Making your way back to the chair, you place the mirror back in its original spot.
“Of course, it’s my job…” She laughs. “I’m kidding, but seriously, anytime. I would never turn you down, you’ve been a good friend.” There’s an abrupt pause as she stops wiping down everything. “Wait! What are you doing later?”
Your face contorts as you try to think. Tomorrow was your first day as a Dauntless, part of you wanted to rest before you would have to pack what little belongings you had because tomorrow you’d be getting assigned a new living space. “I didn’t really have anything planned. I was just going to relax for once…” You say plainly.
“Come with me to a party!” She exclaims as she drops her cleaning rag. Before you know it she right in front of you grabbing your hand.
You ponder at your first invite to a Dauntless party. There is some doubt in your mind – the old Stiff getting invited to a party? Looking back at Tori, her face is softer. You’ve noticed this when she’s around friends, her sharpness fades. “I don’t know, Tori. I’ve still got to get my stuff together for living assignment in the morning.”
Tori is slightly frowning, “What are you going to pack? A few clothes, maybe the old Abnegation greys? It’ll be fun, other transfers will be there – kind of a celebration of finally making it…” Her hand gives yours a squeeze. “Come one, I can’t go to the party alone.”
Options were being weighed in your head. You were inclined to go, you were part of Dauntless now, but you also didn’t want to embarrass yourself. The fact that other transfers would be there did off some comfort though. “Okay, I’ll go.” You decide.
Tori’s face lights up and pulls you out of the shop. “Yes! Okay, let’s go get some dinner. We’ll head up after a while.”
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After dinner, Tori brings you to some apartments in the Pit, wandering through the maze-like tunnels. As you get closer you hear banging and loud voices, both only getting louder as you get closer to an apartment with an open door. In the hall there are lingering Dauntless couples and friend groups drinking occasionally from bottles. The light outside is dim, but inside there are lights flashing off darkly clothed bodies, dancing to the banging you were hearing.
Tori is ahead of you, guiding you by your hand. “Come on!” She starts bouncing along with the beat. Your head swivels around, noticing fellow transfers, some Dauntless you’ve seen around the compound, and a group of people in the corner banging on buckets and different items. It connects in your mind that they’re creating the beat that everyone is bopping around to. Tori stops in the middle of the apartment’s living room, starting to bounce around to the beat. “Here, just do the same as me! Loosen up!” She motions to her body, you attempt to match her.
Your dancing is slightly awkward, but you let it flesh out, everyone here knows you were a Stiff, it can only be expected that this is your first time in an environment like this. Abnegation “parties” weren’t parties, they were really just gatherings. Fellow members would bring food, eat, and sit around discussing this or that. Because your father worked alongside Marcus Eaton, you were expected to behave, that mostly meant you had to be a docile fly on the wall. This party was the complete opposite of that.
Soon the banging pauses as the group takes a second to re-up on their drinks, giving their arms a break. You spot a makeshift bar in the corner of the room, deciding you were thirsty. Turning to Tori you ask, “Do you want something to drink? I’m going to go to the bar.” She nods, saying thanks. You weave your way through all the bodies, slowly making it to the small bar and grabbing two bottles. Making your way back you notice Tori isn’t where she was when you left her, your eyes scanning the room to find her – you don’t. You see a door out to a balcony at the back of the room, deciding to head over there to get some fresh air.
You take a deep breath as you reach the balcony, letting out a heavy sigh. “You’re going a little hard on your first night, don’t you think initiate?” Your body jolts, not expecting anyone to be out here. Four is standing to the right of you, leaning against the railing.
“Huh?” You mutter a little confused. He laughs under his breath, motioning towards the two bottles you’re holding. “Oh. One is for Tori, but I couldn’t find her.” He nods.
“Are you having a good time?” He asks, turning to look out beyond the balcony.
You walk up next to him, leaning over, holding the bottles over the railing. “It’s alright. A lot better than I expected.” You remark as you bring one of the bottles to your lips.
Four nods, “Here, I’ll take that one. Tori knows where she can find more.” He motions at the bottle you’re holding in your left hand. Your arm crosses in front of you, handing it off. He brings the bottle to his lips, taking a sip. “How’s it feel to officially be a part of Dauntless?”
“It feels like a fresh start.” You sigh a breath of relief, looking out. “I’m no longer the reserved little girl from Abnegation, scared to exist outside of her parent’s expectations of her.” The bottle comes up to your mouth, you take another sip.
He turns to you, admiring you. “I think you’ve proven that much during your time here already.” You feel his arm brushing against yours, he’s moving closer to you.
“I couldn’t have done it without my friends, and my trainers.” You turn, your eyes meeting his. Butterflies bloom in your stomach, you’re sure you’re blushing. “Do you…wanna dance?”
A laugh erupts from Fours chest, “I look like the dancing type to you?” You’re probably even redder than you were a second ago. “Come on.” He says as his hand wraps around yours, pulling you to the living room.
You both dance to the beat, Four getting closer and closer until you’re both moving together as if you’re one. This goes on for another hour until Tori pops in. “There you are! Glad you’re in good hands.” She yells over the music, bouncing away with one of her other friends. You laugh as you lock eyes again with Four, his stare intense as the music slows down once again, giving the drummers a quick break.
“Let’s take break, Y/N.” Four announces, walking towards the front door and out the hall – you follow. He’s pacing in the hall when you finally catch up.
“Are you okay?” You study him, slightly concerned. Before you know it his arms are around you, lips crashing into yours. He breaks away quicker than you want him to. “Four…” You mutter.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, starting to walk down the hall.
You run after him, grabbing his hand. “Hey! It’s okay.” Your thumb rubs circles into his hand. “I’ve actually wanted to do that for a while.” You’re whispering back to him.
His cheeks plump up as he smiles, “I could say the same.” He nods his head towards the end of the hall. “Let’s go somewhere we can be alone.” His hand pulls you along with him, trailing happily behind him.
Packing for your new life can wait. The best part has already started.
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msgexymunson · 1 year
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hi :) i wld love to see your take on eddie sitting in on reader’s tattoo appointment, i just got my foot n ankle done and my lonely little rat brain was overrun w the idea of him reminding me to breathe, being encouraging, taking care of me after (i had to limp outta there lol)
Congrats on the ink bestie!! 
Warnings: none I don't think, a bit pine-y, very praise heavy, happy ending
A/N: I wish I had an Eddie Munson by my side at each of my tatt appointments! (Though, on second thoughts, if I did I don't think I'd have any bare skin left!) Not sure if this is where you wanted this to go but I got a bit carried away haha
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As you approach the shop you feel your limbs jangling like windchimes. The breath you take in is gulped and shaky, doing nothing to calm your quaking nerves. 
Eddie strokes your hands, each held in his ironclad grip. 
"Hey, hey, look at me." 
Your eyes travel to meet his, heart leaping at the concern etched on his face. Bold, wide eyes meet your gaze with every ounce of care one look could give. 
"You know you don't have to do this. Just say the word and we'll walk away." 
His concern makes you want to cry, trying hard not to focus on his unending gaze. 
"I know, I want to do it." Taking a big breath, you harden your shoulders. "Let's go." 
Eddie smiles at your bravery and opens the tattoo shop door for you, giving you a little bow. 
Smirking at his gentlemanly antics you take your first steps in and walk over to the counter, gaze being met by a smiling woman with a shaved head and a neck tattoo. 
“Hey there, how can I help you?” Her grin’s infectious, all teeth and warmth. 
“I’ve got an appointment with you, I think? Are you Miranda?” You give your name and you're led through, Eddie hot on your heels. As you walk past a couple of stations Eddie gives a salute to another tattoo artist, who waves and grins at you both. 
As you’re filling out the paperwork, Eddie’s hand finds your forearm, thumb rubbing encouraging circles into the warm flesh. 
“It’s gonna be fine, it’s not even that bad, trust me. I’m here.” 
As you smile back at him, face warming at his words, you bite back the lump in your throat that always appears when your best friend looks at you like that. Handing the form back to her, the words “First time?” surprise you from your revelry, and you turn to look at the grinning tattoo artist. 
“Yeah, it’s my 21st, so it’s a present.” Eddie waves half heartedly with his fingers, indicating he was the one who bought the appointment. 
“Cute. Well at least you’ve got your boyfriend here to look after you.” 
You cringe inwardly at that, wishing that her words were true. 
“Oh he’s- we’re not- “ 
“Oh this princess is far too good for the likes of me, ain’t that right?” Eddie’s lopsided grin tugs at your heartstrings as he lands a playful punch on your shoulder. A soft frown pulls your bottom lip into a small pout, wanting to say that he is good enough, that he’s everything, but the words never leave your lips. 
Miranda’s voice cuts through the awkward tension. “Shame. You guys make a cute couple.”
Your face flushes magenta as you remove your sneaker and sock, grateful to be looking anywhere but Eddie’s face. 
As the artist preps the area you risk a glance at Eddie. If he feels awkward, he doesn’t show it, just giving you that cheeky grin of his you’ve grown to love, a permanent etch of mischief lined in his features. 
She peels off the stencil and invites you to check out the design. It’s an orchid; roots, leaves and beautiful flowers run up the side of your foot to your ankle. 
“Oh, it’s perfect, thanks!” You smile at Miranda and she begins prepping the inks and tattoo machine. As soon as the machine turns on you clench. It must be visible as Eddie grabs your hand forcefully, squeezing your fingers. 
“It’s OK, it’s just noisy. Don’t focus on it, focus on me.” You will your eyes to open as you gaze upon his face. 
Miranda lets you know she’s going to start tattooing. Your gaze never falters, staring at Eddie like your life depended on it. 
The first touch of the needle shocks you, but only a little, and after the initial wince dissipates you continue to look into Eddie’s eyes. 
“That’s it sweetheart, doing so well. You’re doing better than I did on my first go!” 
You hear a deep voice from a few feet away. 
“That’s true, he started crying!” A hearty chuckle follows it. 
“Yeah, thanks for that Mac!” Eddie throws the words over his shoulder as you giggle. You don’t believe it for a moment, but you appreciate everyone wanting to distract you. 
As time progresses, the sting of the needle begins to feel like more of a burn, and it's getting harder and harder to ignore. As you flinch for the fourth time, nerves spasming in your foot, Eddie squeezes your hand. 
“Hey, sweetheart, it’s OK, you’re nearly done. Doing such a good job. So brave. I’m proud of you.” 
“Eddie, speak to me, tell me something.” You say through clenched teeth. 
“OK, er, how about…” then his face lights up. “How about I tell you about the three battle bards who wandered upon a clearing and discovered a fire dragon’s egg?” 
“Yeah? What were their names?” You smirk. A bubble of love threatens to burst in your chest. 
“Oh, you don’t know? They’re like, really famous.” 
“So, what are they called, Eddie?” Your smile widens at his stalling. 
“Easy. They were called Ragnar, er, Galduf, and, er… Lemmy.” 
“Lemmy??” You giggle. 
“Yeah, Lemmy the Gambler, famous battle bard.” Eddie nods sagely. 
“Did he sing about a certain playing card by any chance?” 
“Oh, so you have heard of him!” Your laughter rings through the shop, making Eddie beam with pride. 
He continues to talk you through the adventures of Ragnar, Galduf and Lemmy the Gambler, hands gesticulating wildly, until the colour portion of your tattoo is nearly finished. You were almost lost in his story. Almost. 
The burn begins to become unbearable. 
“Eddie, shit, I- I can’t!” You tense every muscle, flexing your pain outwards. 
Miranda the tattoo artist asks “Hey, if you want to stop we can, just finishing up with the purple though, and then it’s just white highlights, then we are done.” 
You see Eddie glance down at your ink. 
“Seriously, princess, it's so close now, you can do it.” He looks up at Miranda. “She can do it. Trust me. I’ll get her through.” 
Your mouth hangs open at his words. 
“Hey, princess, you trust me right? You can do this, I promise. Trust me.” 
You nod, unable to focus on anything but Eddie. 
“I trust you. I can do this.” 
“Atta girl. Being so good for me sweetheart.” Blood blooms in your cheeks at his praise, breath catching in your throat. 
It’s the last hurdle. The final touch ups, and everything in you wants to leap out of the chair and run. Eddie’s warm palm presses to your jaw, thumb rubbing comfort just by your ear. 
You’re barely aware that you’re speaking. 
“Eddie, I can't, I can't, that’s it, I just- no more, I- “
Suddenly, Eddie’s lips are on yours. You don’t have time to think, just feel. They are soft; a delicate, hesitant pressure being applied so chastely as if they were afraid you’ll break, or run. Your eyes widen immediately, caught entirely off guard. Then, you melt. Your eyes flutter shut as your hand reaches into Eddie’s hair, pulling him in softly. Eddie exhales a relieved breath through his nose that fans across your face, as you both kiss each other. Mouths pressing against each other; not opening, but inviting. A teasing promise of what could be to come. You inhale that particular perfume that is Eddie; all sweet snacks, weed, and the spell of his skin. 
A noise outside of your kissing bubble draws you back to reality. 
“So… I’m done.” 
You whip your head around to Miranda, who's blushing, looking a little like a third wheel. 
“What?” You gasp, still not entirely on the correct plane of existence. Not when Eddie’s hand is stroking softly at your jaw. 
“I’m done! Take a look in the mirror!” 
You jump up and hobble your way over to the full length mirror on the opposite side of the shop. 
“Oh, oh it’s beautiful! Oh my God, it’s better than I imagined. Thank you!” You hide your face in your hands, trying to snuff out the emotion. Eddie walks over to the till to complete paying for your present. Once your tattoo is wrapped, and you’ve managed to hop outside on one foot, you finally risk a glance at your best friend. 
“So.” you struggle out, heart in your throat. 
“So.” Eddie mirrors you, fear in his eyes. “I was just trying to help, you know? I thought it was the thing you’d least expect and if you want to pretend it never happened I totally understand and mmph” 
The rest of Eddie’s ramblings are muffled as you press your lips against his. 
“Do you wanna, erm, go back to your trailer, and we can talk about this? Or just kiss some more?” You smile up at him. 
“I vote for, kiss some more.” He grins and lifts you up bodily to your surprise, carrying you to his van. Your laughter rings through the car park, delight and surprise rippling through it like a sunbeam.
If you want to be added to my Eddie tag list please give me a shout, I kinda lost it after Rumour sorry everyone! I've got the following so far:
@munson-blurbs @eddiesprincess86 @munsonology @manda-panda-monium @tlclick73 @bookshelf-dust @needylilgal022 @tiannamortis @simple-lovebot
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