#why did i make such large gifs from such an old movie

[reiding-writing]

mistletoe [ s.r ]

Summary:

Spencer accidentally slips to the team that he doesn’t like Christmas, and you take it upon yourself to try and change his mind during one of your bi-weekly movie nights.

WARNINGS: mentions of schizophrenic episodes, mentions of divorce, slight miscommunication

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: 99% fluff, tiny bit of angst, two oblivious idiots in love

wc: 4.6k

masterlist!!

a/n: watch someone who doesn’t like christmas, write about a reader who does like christmas 😭 thanks to ml @flowersfromautumn for beta reading this for me 🫶🫶

Spencer Reid was not a Christmas person.

The rest of the team found it a little ironic, especially considering his overwhelming love for halloween, but he wasn’t going to tell them that the reason he hated the holiday season was because his mother’s paranoia spiked during them. He wasn’t going to tell them that the last time he’d tried to do something with his family for the holidays it ended with his mother locking herself in her bedroom for three straight days and Spencer finding a copy of divorce papers half-hidden under his father’s work files.

He wasn’t going to tell the team that the whole month of December felt like a massive dissociation for him every single year to the point where - despite his eidetic memory - he couldn’t remember most of the Christmases of his childhood.

His younger years were enjoyable, at least, he thinks so; Filled with festivities and family-bonding. But as his growth was overshadowed by his mother's battle with schizophrenia, the jingling bells and festive lights brought memories of unpredictable episodes, turning what should have been joyful celebrations into overwhelming anxiety and stress.

The only Christmas he had a clear memory of was the one in 1990, the day he found out that his family was no longer a family at all. That’s a lot for a nine year old to handle, even if his mind preceded his age twice over.

“Spencer?” You knock - kick - at the front door of Spencer’s apartment, right on time for your bi-weekly movie session. “Spencer Reid? Hellooo?”

It takes a minute for Spencer to open the door, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses as he does so. “Sorry I was just-“

Spencer cuts himself off as his eyes meet the large cardboard box in your hand, noting how you’re leaning it on top of your thigh with your leg balanced in the air so you don’t drop it. “What’s that for?”

“You’ll see,” You give him a half-smug smile as you push your way past him into his apartment, dumping the box on his coffee table and shaking out your arms to relive them of the ache of carrying its weight for the last several minutes.

Spencer follows soon after you, pushing the door closed and tilting his head at the box like a puppy who’d just been presented with a ball for the first time.

Its oddly endearing, and you find yourself getting distracted from the box as you take in the way the warm lighting of his apartment cascades over the side of his face, leaving a soft shadow that accentuates his jawline in the most perfect way to make your stomach do a flip in your torso and stir a kaleidoscope of butterflies awry in its wake.

You’re thrust back into reality by Spencer speaking your name, his tone so sweet you’re sure it could give you cavities. “What’s in the box?”

“Oh- right, right yeah uh-“ You peel the tape off of one side of the box, peeling it open to let the two flaps at the top of the box loose. “Okay don’t be mad at me-“

You slowly open the box up to let Spencer look inside it properly. It was completely filled to the brim with a collection of miscellaneous decorations fit for the Christmas season, all neatly packed into smaller boxes and plastic containers, separated with labels on each.

Spencer says your name again as his eyes scan the contents of the box, this time with much less sweetness and much more apprehension.

“Why did you—“

Reid cuts himself off for a second time in the last five minutes as he reads the labels on the smaller boxes, getting caught on one lining the main box’s long side. “You brought a tree?”

It’s a small one,”

Spencer looks at you like you’ve just released a mischief of rats into his apartment.

He was expecting to be sat on his couch with you at his side, devouring cheap take-away pizza whilst indulging in multiple hours of re-runs of Doctor Who. Instead, you’d dumped a box of Christmas decorations on his coffee table which he can only assume you’ll hound him into putting up.

He’d been ambushed.

“You know I’m not really fond of the whole Christmas thing,” Spencer says, running a hand through the fluffy mess of brown hair that you would gladly spend hours with your fingers in if he’d let you.

“I know you aren’t Spencer, but this is the time of year where people are supposed to spend time with the people they care about, I’m not going to let you spend it hauled up in an undecorated apartment by yourself,” You begin to unload the boxes onto his coffee table with a soft sigh.

“It’s just another day,” Spencer’s voice is soft, appreciative of you going out of your way to do something like this for him but also not entirely sure of the point of it. “Besides, don’t you have plans with your family?”

“They’re on the other side of the country Spence, and as much as I love them i’m not taking that trip down, just in case something comes up with the team,” You unbox the artificial tree first, pulling it out of its box and tugging the flattened branches outwards to make it look more tree-like. “So i’m saddled up here for the holidays,”

You move the tree over to a side table next to one of the walls of Spencer’s apartment, the dark green complimenting the olive of his walls.

“Do we really have to do this?” Spencer’s voice is non-confrontational, not wanting to fight with you.

“It’ll be fun I promise,” You blink up at him with those eyes of yours and there’s no way in hell he’s going to be able to say no to you.

Spencer sighs softly, dragging his fingers over his closed eyelids under his glasses before reluctantly opening a plastic container labelled ‘lights’, beginning to untangle one of the strings of lights from the others. “I don’t think I’ve put up a tree since I was around eight or nine,”

“You don’t think?” You raise an eyebrow at him as you continue to adjust the faux branches of the tabletop tree.

“I- don’t actually remember most of my Christmases…” Spencer’s pursed smile fills you with an overwhelming amount of upset sympathy that he can immediately read all over your face. “I was never exactly ‘enraptured’ with it anyway,”

That was a total lie.

Spencer tries to shrug off your concern as he successfully manages to untangle the lights. “Did you know that the first ever rendition of ‘Christmas’ as we know it happened roughly 5000 years ago?”

And there goes Spencer’s distraction technique. He’d always manage to turn the attention away from himself and towards something academic when he was becoming uncomfortable with his own vulnerability.

“It was originally actually celebrated on December 21st as a celebration of the mid-winter solstice, and the Neolithics, or new stone age people, would gather around Stonehenge to have feasts and exchange gifts with each other, even playing music associated with the holiday on bone flutes from the cattle used for the feast.”

A part of you wants to stop Spencer’s tangent, to bring the topic back to why Christmas was such a bad time of the year for him as a child that it caused gaps in his memory despite him remembering the rest of his life down to the most minor of details. But another part of you knows that if it’s that bad, maybe it’s best to leave it be. He’ll tell you when he’s ready to.

“So-“ Spencer rummages around for a few seconds in one of his drawers to pull out some batteries for the lights, then turning a warm yellow once they’re powered, twinkling on and off intermittently. “How do we know what goes where?”

He begins to carefully wrap the lights around the length of the tree down in a spiral, leaving the battery box in the small fake pot underneath the tree. He at least knows where to put the lights.

“We vibe it,” You shrug your shoulders softly at his question as you go back over to the coffee table to retrieve your box of baubles, a mix of red and off white, with a few of them covered in glitter.

“We- Vibe it?” Spencer furrows his expression slightly as he watches you arbitrarily place one of the baubles on the tree.

That was one of the things he remembered about decorating with his parents when he was younger. The tree was organised. And he remembers the arguments that spanned from what should have been a family-bonding activity.

The end result always looked more like one of those display Christmas trees in department stores than a Christmas tree put together by a loving family. But he supposes it makes sense considering the dynamic of his parents.

“Yep, we vibe it,” You pick up a second bauble to hang from the tree. “Just try not to put too many of the same colour in one area otherwise it can look a little dodgy,”

“Right- Okay…” It doesn’t take long for him to get a feel for where the baubles should be going, and he follows your lead in hanging them on the branches.

He’s a lot less stressed than the fragmented memories of his show him he should be as he decorates the small tree with you, and he’s sure it’s because the soft smile adorning your features as you pass him baubles of different colours and sizes houses some sort of black magic that just erases all semblance of negativity from his mind.

After a few minutes, Spencer takes a step back from the tree to look over his work, feeling pretty satisfied with himself, a small smile gracing his features that the warm light of the fairy lights only accentuates, casting a soft glow over his face. “Not bad,”

“Ah-” You hold up a hand as you rifle through the box, pulling out a very obviously handmade tree topper in the vague appearance of a fairy. “One more thing,”

“A fairy?” Spencer takes the topper from your hand carefully, as if he’s afraid of breaking it if he were to hold onto it too tightly. “Who made this?”

“I did-“ An almost unnoticeable flush covers your cheeks as you watch him examine the cone of white card with a painted styrofoam head and yarn for hair, wings cut out of translucent iridescent lining and haphazardly folded into shape over jeweller’s wire. “When i was a kid-“

“It’s adorable,” Spencer’s voice proves his genuinity. He feels somewhat touched by the fact that you still had it. “You’ve been holding on to this for years?”

“Yeah- I usually put it on top of my tree at home but I figured that you’d benefit more from it this year than I would-“ Spencer almost melts at your thoughtfulness. It’s honestly one of the sweetest things he thinks anyone has ever done for him. It obviously meant a lot to you, and yet here you were, surrendering it into Spencer’s care to try and make his holiday season more festive.

“That’s- really sweet of you…” He smiles fondly, gently placing the topper on top of the tree, rotating it slightly so it faces into the main portion of his living room. "It looks like you,"

You laugh softly at the statement, “Vaguely,”

The fairy-topped tree now radiates a cozy warmth in Spencer's living room. The soft glow from the lights and the sentimental touch of the handmade topper seem to transform the atmosphere, creating a space that feels more like a home than just a place to reside.

As you both step back to admire the decorated tree, a sense of accomplishment fills the room. Spencer's eyes linger on the fairy topper, appreciating the connection it holds to your childhood and the kindness behind your gesture.

"We’re not done yet,” You grasp both of his shoulders in your hands for a second, giving them a soft squeeze before heading back over to the box to continue decorating around his apartment.

He smiles at the sight of your enthusiasm. “You’re getting carried away,” Spencer’s tone borders a laugh as you start to scatter decorations around his living room.

You hang a line of gold tinsel along the mantle of his faux fireplace, drape a string of fairy lights over his bookshelf, and hand him small festive table toppers for him to scatter into spaces on his home office, and slowly but surely, his apartment radiates that festive energy associated with the Christmas season.

“You can never have too many decorations,” You shake your head softly at Spencer as he glances over the decorations you’d shoved into his hands.

“But do I really need any decorations?” Spencer sighs softly, slowly putting down the decorations flooding his arms down on his dining table, trying not to sound unappreciative of your efforts.

A little part of him wants to tell you that all of these decorations weren’t really making him feel any better about the holiday season; But he wants to see you happy, even if he has no desire to decorate the place himself.

“It’s just me here,” he adds softly.

“That doesn’t matter,” you tilt your head at him slightly as you retreat back to the cardboard box to retrieve more decorations. “Besides,”

Your eyes catch on a small sprig of mistletoe, and you adjust the wiring to flatten it out properly as you pull it out of the box. “You never know,”

“You expect me to bring someone over here?” Spencer laughs in a mix of astonishment and embarrassment. “Who would I even bring over?”

You respond only with a shrug of your shoulders as you pick up one of Spencer’s dining chairs, carrying it over to the front door so that you can stand on it to comfortably reach the door frame.

“This is way too extra,” he says, looking at the mistletoe that’s now being fastened above his front door as he stands at your side, one hand braced on the back of the dining chair to make sure that you don’t accidentally tip yourself over. “What if I bring someone back and it’s all awkward?”

“You just have an excuse to kiss anyone you think is attractive when they walk into your apartment, sounds like a win win to me,” You hop off of the dining chair once you’re finished, bringing it back to its rightful place under his dining table.

Spencer flushes slightly. “You do realize what you’re saying, right?” he asks. “Like you’re insinuating me going out of my apartment, bringing a random person in here, and kissing them immediately upon entry.”

You give him a pointed look that silently tells him that he’s reading too much into it as you pack up the rest of the box, satisfied with your work. “It’s about time you got some lovin’ Spence,”

It’s not like he doesn’t agree with your sentiment, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not extremely flustered.

“I’m not sure anyone is interested,” He says that like he hadn’t almost had a fling with a hollywood actress a few years ago, like he didn’t constantly have women fawning over him during cases, like you weren’t completely head over heels for him to the point where you’d gone out of your way to spend your saturday night decorating his apartment for Christmas to try and make his holiday season a little more enjoyable.

This man had to be the most oblivious profiler in the FBI; And it made you want to cup those beautiful cheeks in your hands and kiss those beautiful pink lips until his beautiful brain understood just how wrong he was.

Spencer clears his throat at his own awkwardness as he tries to move the topic of conversation away from his love life, his eyes flickering around the main room of his apartment. “I uh, you did a good job with the decor,”

“Thank you, thank you,” You oblige to his change of subject with a dramatic bow, fearing you’ll implode if you think about how obliviously attractive Spencer is any longer.

“Now we can watch a movie,” You move the, now thankfully much lighter, box off of the coffee table to give a clear view of the television from Spencer’s couch. “A Christmas movie.”

Spencer’s eyes widen a little bit as you mention watching a Christmas movie. “Is that something I can opt out of?”

“No?” You give him a look of mock offense as you push him over to the couch to sit down, and he reluctantly obliges with a sigh. “It’s a movie night, and it’s the middle of December, we have to watch a Christmas movie, it’s a rite of passage,”

He’s never been a fan of any of the cliche christmas movies, even if they’re supposed to be cheesy and fun.

He’s willing to compromise, though. For your sake.

“Can it at least be a good Christmas movie and not something that has a plot that was clearly written by the Hallmark Channel?”

“We’re watching the Grinch duh,” You furrow your expression as if the movie choice is obvious, handing him the remote as you grab your satchel bag and hurry off into the kitchen.

“I will be back in like two minutes, don’t even think of trying to escape from this,”

“I’m not going anywhere don’t worry,” Spencer sighs with a soft smile as he watches you disappear around the corner. Even if the Grinch movie doesn’t sound like his cup of tea, he’d do just about anything for you.

He scours through Netflix as you busy yourself in his kitchen, and you waltz back out a few minutes later with a small tray housing two steaming mugs and two plastic wrapped candy canes, placing it on the coffee table in front of him. “Et voila,”

Spencer doesn’t have to ask to know what the mugs hold, he can smell the chocolate from his seat. “Alrighty then, christmas movie time it is,”

Spencer watches as you make yourself comfortable next to him, crossing your legs and draping a throw blanket from the arm of the couch over your legs, and it’s hard not to look at you and think about how comfortable it would be for him to lie with his head in his lap with your hands running through his hair. The idea makes him all flustered, and he hides his flush behind his mug as he takes a sip of his drink.

“You’re sure that we can’t just watch Doctor Who like we were supposed to?”

All it takes is a small slump of your shoulders at his question and Spencer’s resolve quickly melts like snow in the sun.

“Alright, you win,” he sighs. “I’ll watch the Grinch.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to Spence,” You concede defeat at Spencer’s disinterest in watching the film. You’d already forced him into decorating and you were starting to feel guilty for forcing all of this onto him.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Spencer shakes his head softly at you. You’re sharing something that you enjoy with him, who is he to shut you down? Especially considering how many times he’d over shared about his own interests. “It’s only two hours,”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

“Why did the Grinch’s heart grow three sizes?” Spencer asks, his eyebrow raised as the credits play. “I don’t get it.”

“it’s a metaphor Spence, it doesn’t actually grow three sizes,”

“I know it’s not literally growing,” Spencer dead-pans. “I’m just wondering if there’s a reason why they put three specifically.” He seems to be looking for some deeper meaning in watching this movie, even if he’s not really engaged with it.

“Like is the Grinch’s heart growing meant to be a sign of him becoming a better person?”

“Yeah, because at the beginning it was two sizes too small, so if it grows three sizes, now he has a ‘big heart’ that’s full of love and empathy and all that stuff,”

Spencer’s gaze burns into you as you explain the metaphor to him. It’s not an ‘i’m trying to really understand this‘ gaze, but rather a ‘I’m engaging in something you enjoy and trying to understand and you’re so perfect when you talk’ gaze.

“Like, he’s realising ‘hey Christmas isn’t so bad when you have people who love and care about you to spend it with’,”

“Is that what Christmas is to you?” Spencer asks, his tone genuinely intrigued. “A way of spending time with the people you love?”

“Yeah-“ You give him a small nod, joined with a yawn as you stretch your arms up above your head. “That’s the whole point of Christmas,”

Spencer smiles warmly at you, although he’s not entirely sure whether it’s because of how you describe what Christmas means to you, or because when you stretch you scrunch up your nose like a cat would. “What now?”

“I should probably head home and stop bothering you with my overwhelming desire for christmas to just happen,” You let your arms fall back to your sides with a satisfied sigh, glancing at the grandfather clock Spencer has against his wall. 12:25. Looks like you spent longer decorating than you thought.

“It’s pretty late,”

“Yeah, it is,” Spencer follows your eyes over to the clock, hiding his subconscious disappointment over your inevitable departure as you retreat to his front door to put your shoes on.

“Let me escort you to your car,” he says quietly, following after you. “It’s dark outside.”

You chuckle softly at his offer, leaning your shoulder against his apartment door and lifting up your legs one at a time to tie your shoelaces. “You really don’t have to Spence it’s alright,”

“I want to,” His tone is soft, and you can’t help but notice that he cuts off his sentence abnormally quickly as if his words got stuck in his throat, and as you drop your left leg back down to the floor and turn your head to him, you notice he’s not looking at you, but above you.

Your eyes follow his up to what he’s looking at, catching on the mix of white and green fauna directly above your head.

Oh-

You’d royally screwed yourself over. God damn it. The night was going so well.

As you follow Spencer’s gaze, he immediately becomes distracted by the way your eyes are looking up at the mistletoe above you, glistening softly under the warm lighting in his apartment, and he almost implodes because god damn is your face gorgeous when you’re all flustered.

“Did you know that mistletoe was originally used by ancient celtic druids as a symbol of good luck to protect against evil spirits?”

There’s that distraction technique again. Although, his tangent is much more of a ramble as his eyes examine the mistletoe above the door as if it’s an exhibit in a museum.

“The Greeks also used mistletoe as a medicine for almost every ailment you can think of, from cramping to epilepsy and even poisonings. The custom of kissing underneath mistletoe wasn’t developed until the 1700s when victorians-“

“Spencer stop.”

He does ask you ask immediately, blinking at you as his eyes snap downwards towards your face, his expression a mix of hurt and embarrassment. “Oh- I- I’m sorry I didn’t-“

“Just-“ You put your hand up in front you effectively halting his attempt at an apology. “Stop speaking,”

“Right… I’m sorry…” Spencer purses his lips together, biting the inside of his cheek so hard he’s sure it’ll bleed.

He didn’t want to make the situation uncomfortable. That was quite literally the last thing he wanted to do. God, what was he thinking? Why did he let you hang that god damn plant above his door?

“I’ll- you-“ He takes a sharp breath in, closing his eyes for a second. “I’ll see you on Monda-“

He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence as you again stop him from speaking, but not with a raised hand or a verbal signal.

No. Instead, his words are ripped of the chance to be spoken by a tug on the collar of his t-shirt and a gentle pressure against his lips.

Spencer can’t help the widening of his eyes as your lips press against his, nor can he stop the gasp that escapes his mouth as you effectively swallow his apology with your lips.

Those soft, perfect lips that Spencer had been dreaming about for god knows how long.

No, he knows exactly how long. 1,472 days, 6 hours and 15 minutes.

The sharp tick of the grandfather clock cuts through the soft silence between you.

1,472 days, 6 hours and sixteen minutes.

He effectively melts in your affection, the feeling of your hands sliding into his hair at his temples, the subtle taste of mint on your lips from the candy cane you’d been eating whilst watching the movie.

And the heat, oh, the heat.

He never knew one person could be this hot, this warm.

Spencer’s hands go to your waist as he gently pulls you further against him, his eyelashes fluttering softly as they fall closed.

You're kissing the man of your dreams. And enjoying every second of it.

And the best part? He's enjoying it just as much.

“Merry Christmas Spencer…” Your words are little more than a whisper as you mumble them against his lips, your thumbs tracing slow lines in front of his ears.

Spencer can’t help but gasp softly at the weight of your words, and this time not because you’d caught him by surprise, but because he's completely lost in you.

He’s starting to understand the Grinch metaphor you were explaining to him earlier, although his heart doesn’t feel like it’s growing three times over. It feels as though it’s growing ten times over. A hundred times over. That it might burst out of his chest with just how much he was feeling in this moment.

"Merry Christmas..."

He whispers your name softly, barely able to get it out over the slight quiver in his breathing.

This was the best Christmas present he’d ever gotten.

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[itsscromp]

Had fnaf idea in my head ever since seeing the movie. Was trying to find people who were doing fnaf movies ideas and remembered I'd seen your ask box! Love your works btw

So I had this idea of night guard! Reader whose terrified of the animatronics and try not to get too close to them. But needs the money. And one night someone tries to break into the pizzeria and the animatronics protect them from being hurt/mugged

If your asks aren't open then feel free to ignore this, ♥️

FNAF animatronics x reader

Oohhhh yes yes yes, I love this idea very much anon. I swear this movie has reawakened my childhood. Word count:943

You were incredibly strapped for cash, The last job barely kept you afloat, you weren't able to pay your rent or afford your groceries. you were running out of options really fast. Heading to your career's councillor Steve Raglan. He said that there may be a job for you.

A security guard at the old pizzeria, but the place was abandoned. why would you be offered a job like that ??. He stated that the owner was just not ready to let it go yet. Not to mention, they had those creepy ass animatronics... There was just something about them that sent shudders up your spine. Maybe it was how life-sized they looked or the way they moved... its just... *shudders*

But right now you didn't have any choice, so you took the job. Your first shift was the next night, 12 a.m. on the dot. You entered the pizzeria and looked around, it was very retro. Save for the dust everywhere. You then noticed the stages on the far end. Was it where... they were housed.

"Keep walking keep walking...." You said to yourself, But for one reason or another, your feet kept walking to the stage. Your hand reached the curtain as you pulled it back, turning on your flashlight and got scared when the first face you saw was bonnie the bunny.

"Nope, not having it"

You rushed to the office immediately, not wanting to look at them one bit.

Once in your office you switched on the power, the pizzeria now buzzing with life as if it was never changed one bit. Switching on the camera's the first thing you saw was the animatronics again, this time two more you didn't see. Chica the chicken and Freddy Fazbear.

You also noticed another stage nearby, but the curtains were closed with the sign 'Out of order' on the front. Whatever that was behind their, you didn't want to find out.

Over a couple of nights, when you entered for work. You rushed straight to your office, not wanting to even look at them. God why did you have to be scared of animatronics ??.

Spying the camera's again, you just saw the same stuff as last time, but what the camera's didn't pick up was the back.

"Come on hurry up !!" A person in a hood said.

"I'm trying man !!" Another said as they tried to pick at the lock of the roller door before managing to unlock it.

"Alright, you know what to do"

The two entered the pizzeria with the malicious intent of robbing the place. the cameras picked them up near the supply closet. You quickly got up and investigated.

"Who's there ?? Come on out right now" You shouted.

"Shit, run !!!" They immediately bolted, you began to rush for them.

"HEY !!!!"

You ran after them leading back to the main area of the pizzeria, where you were met with a chair to the face, knocking you over to the floor as you were instantly jumped on, one with their foot on your arm holding it as well.

"Piss off and leave us be, or you'll get what's coming, kid !!!" He warned as the other began to search you for your wallet, phone and car keys.

"Get off !!!' You tried to squirm out but this only increased the pressure on your arm, threatening to break. "Gaah !!"

"Got their keys, come on !!" the thief said as he got up and turned to the entrance, only to be met by a large figure... It's eyes glowing red. It was Freddy Fazbear.

"What the he..." Before he could even say a full sentence, Freddy quickly turned the tables. Grabbing his arm and breaking it, Making him fall over. screaming in pain.

"Th/n !!" His accomplice shouted as he tried to help him only to be met with a sharp pain in his ankle. What looked like a cupcake which was a part of Chica's set was biting him, Even it and Chica's eyes were glowing red. You scrambled to the corner watching the madness ensue in such confusion. How were the animatronics moving on their damn own !!!, Someone had to be controlling them. But how could they if you were the only damn one here !!

Two more animatronics emerged, Bonnie and one that came from the Out of order stage, It looked like it spent a lot of time inside there from how damaged its body was. The fox animatronic then slashed one thief across the back with its hook, drawing blood. Letting out a blood curling scream as they immediately retreated.

You were scared. Fully and petrifying scared, Seeing what they were capable of, You hid your face from them. Completely frozen in fear. But what you didn't expect was Freddy's hand gently as a feather placed on your shoulder, almost in a way comforting you.

You started to hesitantly look up at them all, Their eyes all no longer red. Back to their natural colours. They all gave you a comforting look.

"Your... You're not going to hurt me ??" You asked them all cautiously.

Bonnie closed his eyes and shook his shoulders as if he was giggling, In a way saying "No we won't hurt you".

Freddy helped you up and gently brought you in for a hug. You couldn't help but smile at them, Wrapping your arms around his body.

"Thank you guys"

The others gave you a cute look Like they just met a new best friend for their little group. And that is what it exactly was. Maybe they weren't so bad after all...

Part 2 ??

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#platonic #reader insert #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's movie #five nights at freddy's #Freddy fazbear #Chica the chicken #Bonnie the bunnie #Foxy the pirate #fnaf x reader #fazgang x reaer

[skbeaumont]

Texas Heat | Joel x Reader

Chapter 1 - Worst Decision, Best Decision

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Chapter Summary: You've just finished a Masters back home in England, and, with little idea of what you want to do next, decide to spend the summer in Texas, staying with your mum's cousins, the Adlers. But its not the Adlers who pick you up from the airport: it's their handsome neighbour, Joel. Rating: Teen (for now) Tags/warnings: slow burn, eventual smut, age difference (reader is 25, Joel is 37), AU! no outbreak, porn with plot. Word Count: 1.7k

The Texas heat is something else. You’ve hardly been stateside more than two hours and already it feels overwhelming, cloying and claustrophobic. It doesn’t help that the air-conditioning in the airport is sporadic and patchy. By the time you make it through security, into the dry heat of arrivals, your shirt is sticking to your back, hair plastered to your forehead and you’re wondering why you ever let her mother persuade you this was a good idea.

“Go to Texas,” she’d suggested, when you arrived home from your last university term, unsure of what to do or where to begin with starting a life for yourself, “stay with the Adlers – they’re family and god knows Connie would love to see you. Spend the summer there – see what happens.”

And so here you are, too old for a gap year, really, at twenty-five, too young to commit to anything for more than a summer, dragging your suitcase – one broken wheel courtesy of British Airways – through arrivals, wondering if you’ve just made the worst decision of your life. Danny and Connie are strangers but for the fact that they’re your mum’s cousins, though you’ve seen enough photos of them to know who you’re looking for. You look out over the crowded lounge, trying to spot them.

The man your eyes fall on definitely isn’t Mr or Mrs Adler, but he’s holding a sign that bears your name (along with an assortment of hearts and two poorly drawn butterflies). He’s younger than Danny and Connie, maybe late thirties, dark hair curling around his ears, a patchy beard that only accentuates the strong line of his jaw and nose. His eyes – dark, hooded – are searching the crowd of passengers emerging from arrivals. You slow, watching the man, wondering who he is, wracking your brains to remember if the Adlers have a son or brother they haven’t mentioned before in their letters and Christmas cards, but you come up blank.

Eventually, while you’re still wondering who this man is and why he’s got a board bearing your name, your eyes lock with his. He raises his eyebrows – a question – and you sigh, start off towards him, the broken suitcase bumping against your ankles. When you reach him he holds out a hand for you to shake.

“’m Joel,” he says, voice deep, a smooth Southern drawl that you thought only existed in movies, “I’m Danny’s neighbour. They’re sorry they couldn’t be here, they had to take Mrs Adler – Nana – to a hospital appointment. I’m gonna drive you back to theirs, if that’s alright?”

“Of course,” You take the offered hand, shake it, trying not to think about how large it feels compared to your own, how much strength seems to rest in the callused palms and thick fingers. “I’m guessing you didn’t make that sign?”

Joel looks at the name card in his other hand, colour rising on his cheeks as he takes in the love hearts and butterflies that have been painted onto it.

“I can’t say I did.” He replies, “You’ve got Connie to thank for that.”

You laugh and he smirks too, mouth curving up with amusement, eyes crinkling as he does.

“I’m parked right outside,” he says, “I can take that, if you want?”

You hand him the suitcase, about to warn him about the broken wheel but he lifts it easily by the handle, the weight nothing to the shifting muscles that stretch the sleeves of his t-shirt.

His truck is huge, obscenely large compared to the cars you’re used to seeing back home in England. You clamber in, take in the toolboxes in the bed, a hard hat strewn on the back seat, large work boots in the footwell that dwarf your own battered Converse.

“‘scuse the mess.” Joel says, getting into the driver’s seat. “Been a busy week.”

“You’re a builder?” You ask.

“Contractor. Me ‘n my brother, though mostly me, if I’m being honest. You?” He asks the question without looking at you, already starting the engine, something grating in the ignition as he does so.

“Nothing, yet.” You reply, pulling your seatbelt on, “I just finished university – college – and I’m still kind of figuring it out.”

“What did you study?”

“Maths, then a Masters in Theoretical Physics.”

“Shit, smart girl.”

Something about the way he says this, his eyes lingering perhaps a little longer than they need to on your face as he does so, makes your stomach flip.

“Know what you’re going to do with it, now you’re done?”

“Not a clue,” You reply, looking out of the window as the city opens out around the truck.

“Well, don’t rush into anything. Nothing like your twenties to spend messing around trying things out.”

“That what you did?”

He scoffs out a laugh at this, gives you a sideways look. “Not exactly. I had a kid at twenty-two and spent the rest of my twenties figuring that out. Still am, really.” He pauses, flicks his sun visor down and taps a small polaroid that’s slid into the back of the mirror. “She’s thirteen now. Sarah.”

The girl in the photograph is pretty, all bright eyes and curly hair. She’s leaning back in a chair, giggling at something the photographer has just said.

“She’s beautiful,” You say, and you can see the pride bubbling up in him as he flips the visor back up.

“Smart, too. Struggles a bit with math, now they’ve started bringing in algebra. I’m not much help, either. Once you get past adding and minusing, I’m lost.”

You laugh at this, grin at him. “I’d be happy to help out. God knows I’ll have plenty of free time, and I like teaching.”

“Might just take you up on that.” He replies, giving you a soft smile in return.

There’s a dimple in his cheek as he does so, visible only through the patchiness of his beard. He seems to get more and more handsome the longer you look at him. Leaning back in the truck, you can’t help but let your eyes trace his profile, the strong curve of his nose, plushness of his lips. It’s more fascinating than the concrete jungle that’s passing by the windows of the truck.

He’s a good driver: steady, reassuringly confident. He lets one arm rest across the back of the truck’s long seat, the other gently holding the steering wheel, guiding the truck down the freeway. If you laid your head back against the seat it would rest in the curve of his wrist. You don’t, but you can feel the heat rolling off of his arm anyway on the back of your neck, warm in contrast to the cool air blowing through the AC unit. You let your eyes gently close, jetlag starting to creep up on you. Your limbs are stiff and sore from the long plane journey. The hot sun beats down through the windscreen, casting patterns on your closed eyelids. It’s peaceful, here, in the truck with this handsome stranger, and before you know it you’ve fallen asleep, head lolling back on the seat.

Next thing you know Joel’s gently saying your name, one large hand on your shoulder, rousing you from sleep. You open your eyes, squint against the bright sun. He’s parked up in the driveway of a large, brick built house on a suburban street. The garage door is open: tools are stacked up inside, ladders and racks of scaffolding. The drive and lawn are neat, a little scrubby from the heat. You turn, look over at a house you recognise as the Adler’s, the one you’ve seen in it family photographs sent with the yearly Christmas card. Your new home, for the next three months.

Joel holds the door of the truck open for you and your climb out, get your feet down on the solid concrete driveway. He moves round to the back, tugs out your suitcase like it weighs nothing, even though your arms are still aching from dragging it through security hours earlier.

“Connie left me the key,” Joel says, reaching a hand into the back pocket of his jeans and pulling out a brass key on a flowery keyring. “I’ll help you get your stuff in, then leave you to settle in. Connie and Danny should be back in an hour or so.”

The Adler’s house is nice. Quaint, a little dated, décor straight from the 1980s, but it’s homely. You feel settled immediately. There’s a photograph of your mum on the bookshelf, from back when she was a kid, long before she moved from Texas to London.

Joel puts your suitcase at the foot of the stairs, asks if you want him to take it up for you, but you’re not sure which room you’re staying in so you tell him to leave it, that you can sort it out later. There’s a whining from the back room and you look at Joel, questioningly.

“That’ll be Mercy,” He says, moving through the hall to the kitchen, swinging open the door.

A bundle of fur throws itself down the hallway towards you, tail wagging. Joel watches, grin on his face as you bury your face in the dog’s soft coat and wrap your arms around him.

“I’d better head off,” He says when you stand up, brushing fur from your clothes. “You need anything, just give me a shout. You know where I am.”

“Thanks, Joel.” You say, watching him pull open the door, t-shirt bunching up around his shoulders revealing a tanned strip of skin just above the waistband of his faded jeans. “And I meant what I said about helping Sarah with that maths homework.” You add as he steps out onto the porch.

He turns back, shields his eyes from the sun to look at you, mouth turned up in a grin. “And I might just take you up on that, darlin’.”

And then he’s gone, long strides taking him back across the lawn and towards his own house. You lean back against the closed door and shut your eyes, basking in the imprint of Joel’s handsome face etched on the back of your eyelids, wondering if you’ve just made the best decision of your life.

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[fablesofkitkat]

(18+) extra pov: domestic moments at 5:00 AM with Enji

genre: nsfw

minors do not interact

synopsis: what if instead of Rei, it was you who married Endeavor? early conversations with Enji.

I don't know how you do it, making love out of nothing at all

-Air supply

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You stretch yourself on the bed as you wake up, pulling a muscle on your foot. The pain is instantaneous, resulting to your curled position. Are you that old? Getting cramps from a simple stretch? You couldn't contain the groan and whimper escaping from your lips. This wakes the sleeping giant beside you.

"...whuzwrong?" his voice sleepy and gruff.

"Foot cramps."

His eyebrows scrunched up and with eyes still closed, he sits up. His hand padded its way blindly to your thigh, squeezing for a second and he props up your leg to his lap. He attempts to grab your foot.

"Don't you dare—" you warned Enji.

His hand is large enough to make your feet small. He cradles your aching foot and gently flexed it. Relief flooded you. The pain seeped away. "This is new. Have you been wearing tight shoes?"

"No."

"...are you sure? Your feet size grew after you had Shoto."

The heat in his palms enveloped your foot and you sighed in contentment. "I'm sure."

"Maybe you're low on potassium, go see a doctor." He mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed. Enji placed both his palms on either side of your foot, gently pulling the right side of the foot forward while pushing the left side back, then left side forward and right side backward; he repeats the twisting motion, working his hands from ankle to toes.

"No, you go see a doctor. You're long overdue for a check-up too." You feel drowsy once more.

"It's Touya who needs a check-up. His new burns looked terrible despite the hero suit you invested in."

Your eyes narrowed. "What new burns?"

His eyes snapped open at his slip-up. The grimacing look he put on made the misplaced anger in you fade. Damn, this crusty old man. When did he get so adorable?

You looked heavenward and thought of your eldest. You never thought you'd consider about whooping his butt, but here you are. "What am I gonna do with Touya? Why can't he be moderate with his quirk."

"There are new heroes every day. Someone will be faster than Touya. Or wiser. Or stronger. He thinks he needs his chance in being Number One has a limited time window. It won't be long til he starts to feel the ache in his knees, feel the clunkiness of his movement, or notice how fatigue comes easy to him as he grows old. Since he was a kid, it didn't matter how much he bruised himself up to complete a day's training."

"Sounds like someone I know." You lift your arms up at him, inviting him to press himself into a hug.

His head rests on your chest while his arms lift your back so he could hug your waist. Your legs are apart to make room for him and then finally, he rolls his body with you lying on top of him.

"Fuyumi also worries me." Enji opens up; his hand is on your hip, the other on your back.

You look at your husband, propping your elbows up on his chest while your chin rests on your knuckles. "Why? Did something happen to Yumi??" Your forehead creased in worry.

"Don't you ever wonder why our daughter hasn't brought anyone for us to meet?"

"Like a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?"

"Yes." The grudge in that word did not go unheard.

You grin at his sour-puss expression. "One, you're very intimidating. Two, speak for yourself. How do you know I haven't met her special someone?"

"You did?"

"Well, not formally. There were no introductions. It was just me seeing them one time at the movies."

"You were at the movies without me?" His tone accusing.

"It was the time you left in the middle of our date." You sit up on his stomach, knees astride. You poke a finger at his chest. "You know I never watch a movie without you, there's no one to sleep with me."

His hands creep to cup your ass and you think none of it. You try not to. You and Enji are in your late 40s. You're in that weird phase where you try to second guess suggestive touches because of age. Will this lead to sex? Or not? You and Enji are a bit old so maybe not. Sometimes you and Enji don't feel like it but the habit sticks. It's comforting.

"You ever think of things we do while we go about our day?" asked Enji. He lifts you up a little for him to sit and he gets to makeout with you.

"All the time." You admitted, breaking away from his lips. You go back for more, your tongue felt small compared to Enji's.

"I'd be on patrol and remember your moans, or how wet you get grinding on my lap like right now." His kisses are controlled, not sloppy. For now.

You absentmindedly ground your hips on his thighs. Arms around his neck, a hand raking through his hair and the other scratching at the back of his neck. "I touch myself whenever..." You kiss his cheek, and proceeded to whisper in his ear. "But it's not enough— my fingers are too small and I miss you inside."

Enji has moved on to your neck while his hands pull your pajama pants along with your panties down to your ankles; you move a hand to wiggle them off. You thought wearing pajamas would help you and Enji refrain from sexual activities. It was a futile attempt.

"Can you imagine how warm and wet you are?" He suckled on a spot on your collarbone, stubbornly grabbing a bit of your skin to nibble. "What it does to me?" He palms your slit and the feel of his thick fingers that could just slip inside, gave you tingles. "It's a flood down here."

You bite the inside of your cheek, his smug smile makes you wanna smile too. "You started massaging my foot."

"Ah, so the noises you made were intentional." He pressed his lips on yours, his tongue winning and reaching the roof of your mouth.

You rub against his calloused hand wanting a finger to slip inside. When your silent plea is ignored, you push Enji down. Kissed his lips once, nails scratching from his chin, to his hears, down his neck, his furred chest to his stomach, edging the garter of his boxers. You tug his tank top upwards up to his chest. You smiled prettily, "Bet you make a noise before I'm done with you."

"Bet I could." Of course he won't back down.

You make him bite at his tank top and then proceeded to feel at his chest, the crisp curly hairs always felt good against your naked skin. You leaned down, laying kisses on his puffy pectorals. Kami, his chest looked bigger than yours. His nipples are tantalizing enough for you to bite and nibble.

His hand come up to his mouth to cover but you noticed. You raise an eyebrow at him.

Reluctantly, he brings it down and settle to gripping the sheets or a pillow.

His hard-on has been poking your ass so you settled your pussy on it directly, separated only by his boxers as you began to grind. Your hand trace lazy circles on his chest while you sucked at either nipples, the action addicting and rewarding with his hardening and squirming. The tip of his cock is peeking out of his garter and it felt so good against your cunt.

You rolled your hips chasing the feeling. He tugs down his boxers and fell into your rhythm, rubbing each other like a pair of horny teenagers.

It felt ridiculous. And forbidden. It made every sensation hotter. Even the noises. You stop grinding and you knew it almost made Enji groan in frustration.

You grab his shaft, smearing the precum on your entrance. Getting stretched out was something you savored these days and midway, Enji stopped you. He lifts you up and reached over the bedside table to grab the lube for his cock.

You're bombarded by mixed emotions. It stung your pride to need the lubricant but at the same time, your heart is soft and malleable because Enji remembered what the doctor said. "Fuck." Your eyes teared up.

His mouth lets go of his tank top. "What's wrong?"

"You know, I just—" You try to gather up your thoughts. "I don't blame you if you cheat on me for a younger woman. I don't want my body to stop making it feel good for you, but here I am."

Enji's arm is under your knees, and the other on your back, cradling you on his lap once more; you're very much aware of his lubed up, very much hard, dick pressing against your hips but he treated his lust unimportant and proceeded to kiss the side of your head. "You took it as that? For me, it stabs my pride to need lubricant. It's as seem like my skills is not enough to make you feel good as before."

"You're fine without the lube. It's me. I'm getting old and gets hurt without it for sex."

"Exactly. You'll be hurt without it. It's not like we can't fuck."

"Yeah, but isn't it a hassle for you?" You cross your arms, and let the tears flow freely. You wish you could wipe them away with the back of your hand but pretty sure the prototype humans on your hands would give you eye infection.

He chuckles and pressed another kiss on your hair. "It's pouring liquid on my dick, how much hassle could it be?"

"But it'd be easier if I was younger."

"Yes but I won't trade an old woman like you for a younger woman."

You slap his chest. "Hey!"

Enji laughs. Another kiss. "Fine. I won't trade my young wife for a much younger woman."

"I'm sorry for ruining the mood." You lean against his chest.

"You didn't ruin anything."

You give him a chaste kiss on the lips and then you put your weight against Enji so both you and him fall on the bed sideways. You press your ass at him and he slipped inside you, moving a little to bury his full length. He pressed himself closer, spooning you in his form.

"I have never imagined starting over with someone." Enji says after a few moments. "I cannot. To find someone new, or to break our marriage is the same as starting all over again. I cannot be without you."

You grab his hand and kissed the back of it. "Me too."

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AN: So sorry for edging you guys. This is your author speaking, I'm not stuck with you in this Endeavor hellhole. You're stuck with ME.

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[silvervioletvalentine]

🦋!Starstruck! Part 2!🦋

Pairing: Max verstappen x Supermodel Cherrie

Word count: 7.3k

Summary: in which he’s her kind of boyfriend but not yet boyfriend . Featuring a night out with some horrifying realisations. He’s really gotta ask her to be his girl before somebody else does.

Warnings: none? Fluff mainly . I think. Idek. Not serious at all really. Enjoy, Bye bye!

Max was having a horrible , stomach turning, sinking feeling of regret over something that hadn't even happened yet.

They hadn't even made it to the club , where they were meeting a few of the other drives for a night out , and already he just wanted to drag home his beautiful, not girlfriend but really wanted her to be his girlfriend , but he was too damn chicken to fully ask her to make it official yet.

So really, it was his own fault that he was feeling so worried over how the rest of the night was going to go, because taking his supermodel , not yet girlfriend to get her drunk with Charles, Pierre and Lando , two out of the three that she had hooked up with before, was not leaving him with very good thoughts or feelings at all.

He was holding onto cherries hand tightly , lagging behind her as she practically dragged him down the darkened street to where the neon lit club was.

The closer they got , the more whinier max got too.

Cherrie was simply raising a perfectly shaped brow at her, totally not boyfriend, because the whimp had yet to ask her to be, kinda boyfriend .

Feeling like she knew had a extra child to deal with instead of one. sometimes it was easier to take her five year old daughter out than it was the world champion.

Really, it was no surprise that Star and Max now got along so well. The five year old now had a man child to play with. She was loving every minute of it, dragging max around with her everywhere and demanding he do this and that with her.

Everyday that he had taken star out for the day while Cherrie was busy doing photoshoots somewhere, he would spoil her already spoilt rotten child even more.

Just last weekend Cherrie had come home after a girls night with her friends to find max dressed in a pink , sparkly fairy costume while her five year old was dressed like Peter Pan. They had cut out a large black shadow from paper and attached it to the ceiling fan so that it spun around with them.

And well, Cherrie had been tipsy but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her not so boyfriend , but will be soon boyfriend , jumping off her expensive couches and landing face first onto the rug while dressed like tinkerbell.

Her daughter giggling hysterically as she jumped down onto his back and declared him 'dead' before ripping off his sparkly wings like the little psychopath that she was.

But she loved it. She truly did.

She loved seeing her usually hard to please daughter being so taken by max, despite the snarky comments and mean attitude she has, max had managed to match her personality perfectly. Now instead of one troubleMaker, she had two.

But one night , she just wanted one night out with him, no costumes and no kids clinging onto them like a baby monkey all day long. Max may have loved being followed around by little star twenty four seven, but Cherrie had put up with it for five long years.

And now she had finally, sort of , gotten herself a soon to be boyfriend , one that she wanted to go out and have fun with. To meet up with their friends and get drunk and do stupid shit while they were still young.

Was that really so much to ask for? Apparently the answer was a loud 'I want to go home!' From her anti social lover who would rather be cuddling with her five year old daughter , and watching Disney movies with her than hanging out with his own friends.

"Max! Stop whining . Otherwise I'll need to drink tequila instead of vodka just to put up with you!" She warned him, giving his side a little shove, grinning up at him as she tried to get him to cheer up.

Not understanding why he was already being so crabby , considering that she was the one currently on her period and feeling like her poor pelvis was being ripped out, yet she wasn't behaving like a baby.

Max frowned back at her, huffing as he pulled her into his side so that he could wrap his arm around her waist instead. Wanting to keep her close.

"You just want to see all your little boyfriends at once!" He scowled at her, grimacing to himself in misery the closer that they got to the club.

Don't get him wrong, he adored the fact that Cherrie was so free in her ways, that she didn't let socitial expectation pull her down. She did what she wanted, when she wanted without any hesitation.

She was loud, proud and free. Sometimes the blunt way she talked about things that most people were too uncomfortable to talk about, had even him blushing. Him! Who was as blunt as a fucking toothpick!

But it was different with Cherrie because she had absolutely no filter at all. She didn't even think before she said something, it just came out of her mouth without any fear of the consequences.

Most of the time it left max being the one to butt into the tense conversations she had accidentally made by running her big mouth off, swiftly changing the subject before she could get him into a fight with someone simply because she had pissed somebody off again for her own entertainment.

But max loved her and he would do anything for her, he adored all the good things and all the bad things. Loved that she was so comfortable in her sexuality and spoke her mind.

He just wished that she hadn't been so sexually free with two other f1 drivers as well.

It kind of made him want to tear their eyes out so that they could never look at her again, knowing that they knew what the love of his life's pussy felt like made him want to kill them both.

A bit of a exaggeration but still... Charles and Pierre had gotten to fuck his soon to be girlfriend , before he ever had.

It just didn't sit right with him at all.

So no, he really wasn't looking forward to spending the night with Them. Lando being the only driver there that she hasn't sucked tongues with.

He was feeling a little jealous and territorial. He just couldn't help it.

He was just a man. A man that was crazily in love with a crazily beautiful supermodel that was way out of his fucking league too. He was bound to be a little on edge, especially since, technically... she wasn't his girlfriend yet.

Even though they spent almost everyday together and star now had her own bedroom in Max's apartment too. He had met her family and she had met his. Their lives were intertwined perfectly , and anybody that saw them would assume that they were on the road to get married, unable to believe that they weren't even officially together yet.

Totally his fault but still... did he really deserve to be tortured with a night out with the two drivers that she had sex with before she met him?

Was this his karma for pushing Charles off the track that time?

Well, the asshole should call it even really. Max made him lose a race and Charles had his dick sucked by Max's dream woman. And soon to be girlfriend.

No. He wasn't bitter of jealous at all. Nada. He was feeling completely fine.

"I wouldn't say little.." Cherrie joked, unable to stop herself. Finding his petty jealously more than amusing.

She lived for drama, sue her. She was a top model , having men fighting over her was a beautiful plus side of her job.

Plus she knew that max was it for her, she could feel it in her heart and in her loins that she didn't , and wouldn't want anybody but him again.

Still, she couldn't help but tease him a little. She hasn't even known him when she had hooked up with Pierre and Charles .

She had still been in her hoe faze , tequila and beautiful European men? How could she ever say no to that?

She was but a woman. Who loved sex. Plus it was so long ago now. None of it mattered to her anymore , she could barely even remember the nights she spent with them. They had all been drunk .

Cherrie didn't need to drink any alcohol to get turned on by max . In fact , he was the only man that she had ever fucked while being completely sober. To her, that spoke volumes.

She loved him and she knew for a fact that he was in love with her too, she was simply just waiting for him to stop playing chicken and just make things official between them already.

But until he did, she was going to torture him a little.

Who knows, maybe it would help push the commitment on A little quicker .

She giggled to herself as she pulled max into the club, smiling prettily at the bouncers who easily let them past as soon as they saw her face.

Max was still pouting behind her, keeping a handful of the back of her dress in his hand so that he didn't lose her as she pushed through the crowed to get to the vip section.

"I could have stayed home making pasta necklaces with star." He grumbled with a deep frown on his face , watching cherries face light up as she spotted the drivers waving them over. "Why did I have to come?"

Cherrie just smirked at him as they climbed up the small stairs that led them to their private booth up top, waving at a excited Lando with a laugh.

"Because you're my ..." she let her words hang on as she side eyed max with a small smirk "friend." She said unable to keep a straight face.

Max immediately shot her a glare "do not call me your friend Cherrie." He snapped at her, rolling his eyes when she giggled slyly, simply shrugging her shoulders at him. Enjoying winding him up.

"Well, you know what you have to do. But until then.." she sighed dramatically , patting his shoulder "you're my best friend." She told him mischievously before quickly hurrying off to their table to greet their friends happily.

Leaving max to huff and puff his way over on his own, hating that she was right . He just needed to ask her to be his girlfriend , to never even consider touching another guy ever again.

So why was it so hard for him to do so?

He frowned as he watched Pierre and Charles immediately stand up to hug her affectionately. Their eyes never leaving her as they took in the supermodel in her tiny , silver slip dress .

"Cherrie! You look even more beautiful than the last time I seen you!" Pierre flatters her with compliments as he held her hand above her head, giving her a twirl as he admired her with a fond grin. The two having grown quite close during their own small 'adventure' together.

Cherrie just giggled, batting her eyelashes at him jokingly "I know, it's like magic. Everyday I just get hotter." She sighed as though it was a burden making them both laugh "it's a curse really. I mean how much hotter can I get?" She joked as she took a seat beside a grumpy max.

Charles laughed at her arrogance , used to it, passing her a tray with three shot glasses on it. Knowing that she wouldn't be wanting to leave this club sober tonight.

"I also ask myself that question everyday." He said struggling to Maintain a straight face. Picking up his own shot glass and tapping it against cherries as they both threw the vodka back into their mouths quickly.

Cherrie didn't even wince.

Instead she just picked up the next shot and downed that one too before seeing Max's wide eyes beside her as he watched her effortlessly down them all like it was water.

"You want one?" She offered to him, pulling landos tray over to them. Ignoring the loud 'hey!' She got from the driver, just sticking her tongue out at him like a child.

Max just shook his head , smiling a little as he gently brushed her long hair over her shoulder. Knowing how irritated she would get if the curls got stuck to her lip gloss again.

"Nope. I'm having a whiskey. Did you eat something before we came out?" He asked her in light concern knowing what a lightweight she was. Drinking on a empty stomach was a hard no.

Humming , she nodded her head . "Yeah. I had the last burrito that was in your fridge." She casually told him, knowing fully well that he had made it for himself.

Max looked at her in betrayal "my burrito? Cherrie.." he whined , running a hand over his face in exasperation.

"I made you pasta. You just needed to heat it up!" He exclaimed, more amused than anything because she always did this.

If she said she wanted pasta , she would take one look at his food and suddenly decide that she wanted what he was eating instead.

She just shrugged, both of them oblivious to the amused and surprised looks that they were getting from the other drivers at the table.

Charles looking on in disbelief at how close and familiar they were together , feeling as though he had missed a important  chapter out of their book.

"I didn't want pasta anymore. I gave it to star instead. She loved it. Well done." She told him with a smile, picking up yet another shot and throwing it back quickly. Nodding her head along to the music that was playing in the club.

Max flushed from her simple praise, yet he still flicked her elbow with a slight scoff escaping him in disbelief.

"Then why did you ask me to make it then?! You could have just asked me to make you a burrito as well!" He exclaimed , not understanding women at all.

Cherrie rolled her eyes at him "it's not the same max. But it was a good burrito. If this racing thing doesn't work out you could totally become my personal chef. Id pay you well." She told him with a grin before finally looking away from him and noticing the looks that the others were giving them.

Pierre looked at them in shock "are you two-" he motioned between the two of them with his finger, eyes blown wide in disbelief .

Meanwhile max was chuckling to himself, shaking his head in amusement . "Racing thing." He repeated her words underneath his breath with a grin.

he was already her personal chef, Cherrie couldn't cook to save her own life. It was up to him to keep her and little star fed.

The poor kid had been eating frozen waffles and frozen pizza for far too long. Max enjoyed seeing the amazement on the five years olds face whenever he made her a new dish to try for dinner.

They had also made it a new little ritual for them to do when Cherrie was busy too, max would take them both out to different restaurants from different cultures and let her try new foods. She loved it.

Max just loved spending time with her. Even if the five year old still scared the absolute shit out of him sometimes. He was finding that her snarky, sarcastic and quite frankly mean, attitude was a perfect match for his own blunt , and also slight mean attitude too.

She was turning into a mini max and he loved it. Really he did.

Max looked over at Charles and pierre with narrowed eyes, speaking up before Cherrie could call them 'friends' again.

"We've been spending a lot of time together. We're taking it slow." He told them simply as he downed his own glass. Raising a eyebrow at Cherrie when she started giggling.

Smirking to herself in amusement as she leaned back in her seat, "yeah. He's gonna wait till I'm married and have my own  kids , then he'll ask me to be his girlfriend." She joked, taking the piss out of him with a shit eating grin on her face.

Lando looked at max in disbelief "still? It took you months to say hello and now it's taking months to ask her to be your girlfriend?" He said out loud judgmentally "do you want me to ask her for you?" He offered with a cheeky grin on his face.

Max just rolled his eyes at him "no thank you. I'll do it when I'm ready thank you." He muttered , glaring over at the giggling idiots opposite him.

"Something funny?" He challenged them, downing the rest of his drink in one go.

Charles, never one to back down from pissing him off, merely smirked back at him and let out a amused laugh . Eyes flickering between the odd pairing in front of her, both amused and slightly (okay more than slighty) jealous , that max was the one that she had stayed for.

He really couldn't blame him of course, who wouldn't want a woman like Cherrie by their side? He was just shocked that a woman like Cherrie wanted a max by her side, when she could literally have anybody she wanted . Woman or man, she was the IT girl . The woman of every straight mans dreams.

And definitely a woman that had appeared in his own dreams over the years as well. Then he had gotten to meet her in what seemed so long ago now, having spent the night dancing and drinking in the New Years with her .

He had entered the new year with his head between her thighs , finally joining the mile high club after she had found out that he hadn't done it yet.

She had given him the best weekend of his life. So it was safe to say that he had been a little dejected and a little sad when he had woken up on that Monday morning to her side of the bed empty. Not even a note saying her goodbyes.

Charles had found out from Instagram that she had flown straight back home, and by the time he had managed to stumble his way back to the airport to fly home from Vegas , Cherrie had already been pictured in a different country with a different man.

Pierre had somehow managed to find her in a club and have his own fun weekend with the supermodel as well.

Charles hadn't known whether to laugh or cry when both the drivers found themselves pouting over lunch together as they complained to each other about how she had ditched the both of them without any hesitation once she had gotten her fix.

Which was apparently f1 drivers.

It was a little funny now. Not so much at the time since both pierre and Charles had been pussy drunk and convinced that she was the love of their lives that weekend. That they had a connection with her when she had just been playing them both to cure her own Boredom .

Because they had forgotten that girls were players too.

"I never thought I'd see you again after Vegas. I wasn't expecting you to show up with max of all people." Charles mused, looking between the odd pairing in front of him. Wondering what Cherrie even saw in max that she just hadn't seen in either him or pierre.

It certainly can't have been for his good looks, Charles didn't think of himself as arrogant but he liked to think that he beat max on the 'hot guy' scale. Thank you very much.

Cherrie just let out a giggle, already on her way to getting drunk as she emptied all of the shot glasses on the table without even blinking an eye.

Pushing her perfectly curled hair over her shoulder again, she smiled over at the Ferrari driver "the plan was to never see you again." She bluntly let him know, not meaning to be brash but just telling it as it is.

She looked between Charles and Pierre in slight amazement as she came to a conclusion , gasping out a little giggle .

No filter on her mouth whatsoever as she said what came to mind "isn't it a little weird that I've seen three out of four of you guys dicks?" She realised , laughing loudly when she caught the almost traumatised look on Max's face.

He pushed her shoulder scoldingly while Pierre and Charles giggled along with her. Enjoying the disgusted look on the redbull drivers face.

Pierre smirked "you did more than just look." He reminded her slyly.

Cherrie pointing at him with a large grin on her face "that's true! You know I didn't think that I had a type-" she said as she looked between the drivers around the table in amazement at herself "but clearly I do!" She exclaimed , kind of proud of herself for bagging such beautiful men.

"Don't sound so proud of yourself." Max grumbled to her with a scowl , glaring at her giggling figure beside him. Quickly pouring himself another glass of whiskey. Feeling his skin crawl at the thought of her with anybody that wasn't him.

Why , out ot all the drivers, did it have to be Pierre and Charles that she had hooked up with? The best looking ones on the grid.

He glared over at them as well, wishing that they were ugly so that he didn't have to worry so much.

Lando looked between all of them with a frown, wishing that he had been in Vegas with them.

"I'm feeling a little left out. I'm the only one who's dick you haven't seen!" He exclaimed with a slight pout, jokingly, trying to get a rise of out max.

It worked . Max immediately scoffed at him "and it's going to stay that way , shrimp dick!" He snapped at him.

Wishing that he had just stayed home and had a arts and crafts date with star instead . That sounded way more fun than this torture.

Cherrie was just giggling in her seat , humming along to the music , easily getting distracted as she looked down at the dancing crowd longingly . Sipping on the cocktail glass faster , wanting to have some fun.

"Can I volunteer cherrie?" Lando joked.

Max pushed him out of his chair with one smooth shove to his head. Before casually leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest , as though he hadn't flung poor Lando from his seat.

Lando was laid out like a starfish on the floor, everyone laughing as they looked down at him. Pierre taking pictures of Max's pissed off face and lando's gaping one as he looked at his friend in betrayal.

"Hey!" He whined as he pulled himself back into his chair, Cherrie patting the top of his head in sympathy. Straightening out his curls for him as she did so.

Max pulled a face at him "don't hey me! Stop making it sound like she's collecting drivers!" He exclaimed, looking at Cherrie. Expecting her to be upset or something.

Instead the love of his life was just giggling like a little kid. Cheeks flushed from the alcohol as she grinned at them all happily . Not ashamed at all.

"Like Pokemon cards!" She gasped out making the other theee drivers laugh hysterically .

Max wasn't as amused. Rolling his eyes at her as he pulled the bottle of tequila that Pierre passed her away from her reach, side eyeing the others with a grimace.

Knowing that's it was the tequila that had gotten her so horny last year that she had gotten herself a two for one with Charles and Pierre.

There was no way In hell that he was ever letting her drink that shit near them again. Or any other male athlete for that matter. He just didn't want to test his luck again.

She was finally, almost , his. He wasn't going to let some horn dog drivers get in his way of keeping Cherrie by his side forever . She was the woman he was going to marry someday, he was sure of it.

And just because she had sucked their dicks once or twice in the past, didn't mean shit to him. Because they only got a weekend with her.

He had the rest of his life with her if he was lucky. That was something to feel pretty smug about.

She hadn't walked out on him. Hadn't left on a Monday. He got her all week long.

Whenever , wherever. They were meant to be together. Just like Shakira said.

"I can't tell if you've downgraded or not over time. Weren't you collecting footballers a few years ago?" Lando asked her curiously , the two having become good friends. Because now that max was her, kind of boyfriend , Lando liked to tag himself along to their dates whenever he could.

Cherrie wasn't offended at all, she had been a hoe. There was no denying it. But a girls got needs and if men could fuck their way through the week then why couldn't she?

She was young, beautiful and had the head game of a pornstar. Of course men wanted her. She had it all.

But something had been missing in her life for so long and as she looked over at a pouting max beside her, she knew just what it was that she had been craving . Had spent so many times going through bodies and kissing someone else's lips in hopes to feel something different.

It was love that she wanted, love that she needed. And she had finally found it in a dutch driver that seemed like a grade a cunt but was actually as needy and lovable as her five year old daughter was.

He was everything that she never knew she needed. He fit into her and stars life perfectly, now all she was waiting for was for him to get over his little stage fright and ask her to be his officially.

Because she wasn't going to do it. Oh no.

She could. But she didn't want to. She wanted to see him sweat a little, to squirm in his seat as he realised that the only reason he had her right now was because she was choosing to stay.

She could have any man she wanted. Including the ones sat at the table with them. His own rivals on the track.

He needed to put in the effort if he was wanted to keep her because she knew her own worth , she knew what she deserved. And that wasn't to be strung along like someone's second choice.

She gave him a couple more hours and she was sure that she'd be leaving this club with a boyfriend , instead of a 'kind of boyfriend'. He just needed a little nudge and a little scare to help give him the confidence he needed to set things straight between them.

Cherrie hummed at landos musings, nodding along in agreement. "You're totally right. I used to be so obsessed with football players but now , apparently I like men who can't kick a ball to save their own lives." She giggled as Pierre and Charles immediately tried to defend their lack of football skills.

Charles looking offended "I can play! I'm just better as a ..." he struggled to find the correct word and excuse.

Max filled it in for him quickly "better not playing it to save yourself the embarrassment. Nobody wants to see you sweating on a field kicking about a ball!"

Cherrie tilted her head a little at that, letting out a little noise that had max looking over at her in disbelief .

Seeing the slightly sheepish biting of her bottom lip, he scoffed loudly . "You can't be serious Cherrie! When I played football with star you spent the whole hour laughing at me! That wasn't sexy for you at all!" He reminded her, scowling darkly .

Cherrie just laughed "that's because she beat your ass at it! Five to star, and zero to you!" She also reminded him smugly "plus you kept your shirt on...I might have felt different otherwise.." she sighed out dreamily, looking off into the distance as she pictures all the sexy drivers playing football shirtless together  in the sun.

It was a nice little dream. Max didn't agree at all.

"It was fucking freezing Cherrie! You wouldn't have been turned on if my nipples froze and I had to get them cut off or something!" He snapped back at her throwing back his whiskey quickly . Missing star more and more.

He could have been making friendship necklaces out of pasta with her, but instead he was stuck watching the love of his life reminisce about fucking Pierre and Charles and daydream about them playing football without their shirts on.

Not his ideal night at all.

He felt like he was living in a nightmare. And another two glasses of whiskey later, Cherrie had finally had enough of them and wandered off to dance with some girls she had met in the bathroom. Leaving him to glare at the remaining drivers around the table coldly.

"So..." Pierre spoke up with a amused grin tugging at his lips. Finding this whole situation hilarious "is it an open relationship then? Because-"

Max inhaled sharply , ignoring landos giggles as he looked between them like he was watching a reality show. Having the time of his life soaking up the drama . Texting updates to the groupchat as the night went on, managing to sneak a picture of a scowling max looking like he wanted to murder Pierre to the group. Giggling to himself .

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I was you." He warned the Frenchman . All plans to play nice now far away from his mind.

Charles had his go at winding him up too "well mate, If it's still not serious between you two , I guess it's okay if I try again with her then? Refresh her memory of our amazing weekend together." He casually stated , a smug smirk on his face as he watched for the Dutchman's reaction closely.

All of them having had far too much to drink to realise that pushing each other buttons was not a good idea.

Max's face darkened as he immediately leaned over the table and lowered his voice threateningly "if you even so much as touch a hair on her head..I will Make sure that you never get on podium again. I mean it Charles." He hissed at him angrily, already twisting in his seat to look down at the dance floor , spotting Cherrie becoming shakira's twin as she shook her hips and danced erotically with her new girlfriends.

Max felt a small smile tug at his lips as he watched her kick some guy away from her with a judgmental look on her face , literally kicking him away with her heel. Not even giving the sucker a second glance before she turned her back on him and continued teaching her new friends how to belly dance.

Pierre hesitantly spoke up while Charles was too busy gaping at mAx with a glare , the two locked in a scowling contest apparently.

Lando snickering as he filmed the two of them without any shame, quickly texting Daniel what was happening next. Wishing that the Australian was there to witness this gold with him.

"And what about me?" Pierre wondered drunkenly.

Max didn't even hesitate "I will throw you into traffic." He told him without any remorse.

Lando gasping out a shocked laugh "max! A bit harsh mate!" He laughed as he patted poor Pierre on the back comfortingly .

"He's only joking. He wouldn't push you in front of a car. He'd be the one driving it." He unhelpfully said to him while smiling .

Max just shrugged "trying to steal my soon to be wife is a bit harsh! Don't you think?!" He shot back, the alcohol doing wonders for his jealously .

Charles let out a mocking laugh, just as drunk as he was . If they were sober, Charles wouldn't have dared to argue with him about Cherrie at all.

But vodka was a bitch and suddenly he was picking a fight .

"How are you ever gonna make her your wife when you can't even ask her to be your girlfriend? Seems like you only know fast on track mate! Cause you're slow as fuck off it! Snails pace!" He pointed at him.

Max slapped his finger away from his face , hard. Getting even madder. Lando was still giggling, looking between the two of them like a bouncing ball, while Pierre uneasily shuffled away , not wanting to get caught in the cross fire. But also not wanting to miss a single thing either.

"Maybe I'll take her to Vegas and marry her there. Maybe I'll book the same suit you had there. Ill fuck her in Same bed that she left you in without a single goodbye!" He brutally reminded him of her quick escape .

"How hard did you cry, mate?!" He mocked back to him as he shoved himself up to his feet in anger.

Charles quickly copying him as they both clenched onto the back of their chairs to stop themselves from falling over , too drunk to realise that trying to fight eachother in a club over a supermodel who only had one man on her mind, was not a good idea.

Oh well.

"Fuck you! She liked me well enough to entertain me the whole weekend!" Charles Shouted at him, ignoring Pierre pulling at his shirt and telling him to sit back down. Lando slapping his arm and telling him to leave them, to let them fight it out 'like men'.

Max saw red "entertain you?!" He repeated with a disbelieving laugh, furious "she's not a fucking comedian for your entertainment Charles!" He shouted back at him.

Glad that they had the private vip booth to themselves so that he could scream at him all he wanted without anyone butting in.

Charles , drunk and smug and lacking common sense. Couldn't help but Antagonise him further "oh trust me I know. There's nothing funny about the way she squirted all over my face when my tongue was in her pussy-"

Lando let out a girly screech, jumping out of the way with wide eyes as they watched max jump across the table and tackle Charles to the floor.

Pulling at his hair and slapping him while Charles smacked him back , the two of them fighting like teenagers girls in high school. Pulling hair and ears , different curses in different languages filling the air around them.

"Oh shit!" Lando laughed as he watched max pinch Charles nose, hard. The Ferrari driver squeaking as he tried to kick him off, Pierre quickly grabbing onto his best friend to pull him away.

Lando didn't bother pulling max away, too busy filming them to send to Danny. Still

Giggling away, throughly enjoying the drama.

Pierre , bless him, was trying to keep them separated ar arms length. His hair a mess as he dodged Charles swinging hands as he cursed out max in both french and Italian .

"Guys come on!" He drunkenly tried to be the peacemaker . Hand on either one of their shoulders to keep them apart , looking between the two of them with blearily eyes "we've all had beautiful-sexy-really hot sex with cherrie. We should be grateful that she gave us all the best nights of our lives! So let's not fight." He said to them, trying to make things better.

He only made things worse.

Max slowly turned his head to look at Pierre in absolute disbelief. Unable to believe what he was hearing.

"I'm going to kill you." He told him calmly before pulling the Frenchman down with him, a girly screech escaping him as he did so

"Not my hair!" He shouted in panic . As they all started fighting on the floor, rolling around and laying bitchy slaps on each other like children.

Meanwhile Cherrie had gotten bored of dancing and came back to the vip section, her eyebrow rising as she looked at the three drivers wrestling on the floor. Casually stepping over them as she held tightly onto her champagne glass, heading over to sit beside Lando .

"What's going on?" She asked him curiously as she leaned back in her seat, pulling her heels off her aching feet for a moment . Pulling out her phone to check the time.

Lando was surprised by how unbothered she seemed, not a ounce of shock or surprise on her face as they both watched max pull Pierre by his ear and Charles by his hair, threatening them in a mixture slurred Dutch and English.

"They're fighting over you." He told the supermodel.

She just nodded her head casually "oh yeah that happens a lot. It was the same with the football players. Lots of noses ended up broken. So dramatic! And they say women are the emotional ones." She tutted, taking a sip from her champagne as she typed out a text to reply to her other model friends asking her if she was going to fashion week.

Both Cherrie and Lando continued to make casual conversation between them while the other three drivers were fighting in front of them. Charles somehow managing to get max in a headlock while Pierre was hastily trying to fix his ruined hair.

Lando hesitated for a moment before asking her quietly "are you- is this serious for you?" He wanted to know "because max is my friend and I don't want you to break his heart. He really loves you cherrie." He told her sincerely.

Cherrie whole being softened as she let out a small smile , laughing lightly as she gazed at max with love in her heart, body and soul.

"I am. I want to fuck him for the rest of my life. I want the sex, the sunrises and the late night talks. I want it all with him Lando." She admitted to him "I love that idiot." She said , meaning it with her whole heart.

Letting out a loud laugh as she watched max grab a drink from the table and throw the champagne all over Charles face ,

"I taught him that move! I did it a few weeks ago to this bitch that called max talentless! She was crying champagne the whole night." She proudly

Told him before finally getting to her feet and breaking them up before any actual damage could be done.

"Okay baby that's enough! Don't waste anymore of that champagne! We can take it home with us!" She shouted at them, pulling max away by his arm like he was a child. Reminding her of when star would throw a tantrum in a store and Cherrie would have to quickly haul her ass out of there.

Max huffed loudly as he turned to look down at her with a scowl "okay that's enough! I've had it with all these dickheads thinking that they've got a chance with you!" He snapped , pissed off and at his wits end.

He took her by her hand and pulled her closer to him , smoothing her hair away from her face as he tried to calm the erratic racing of his heart. Kicking the back of Charles leg so he would stay down without even looking at him.

Cherrie just laughed, looking up at max with a knowing smirk on her face.

"Can I please be your boyfriend? And then your husband at some point?" He pleaded to her, having enough. His fear of rejection gone, too pissed off by Charles comments to hesitate in asking her now.

And it may not have been romantic and it may not have been the best setting to ask her to be his girlfriend, but it did the trick.

Cherrie just laughed and hugged him to her side, giving him a soft kiss to calm him down. Stoking his red cheeks as she pushed his sweaty hair from his face , completely in love with him.

"Sure. Sounds fun." She simply replied, it was that easy. That simple.

Max let out a loud cheer, kissing her again before turning on his feet to grin down at Charles and Pierre smugly .

"Ha! See! All mine!" He laughed in their faces, feeling smug . A weight lifting from his shoulders as he felt her kiss his bicep , her smile directed to him, and him only.

"I win! You lose! I fucking told you! Third times the charm I guess!" He grinned to himself as he tugged on cherries hand to pull her along with him, wanting to ger her home so that he could show her just how happy he was. To show her just how much he loved her without saying a single thing.

"We need to do a photoshoot of our own. Then I'm going to have it blown up on the billboards outside their apartments. Rub it in their stupid faces ." He rambled to her as they waited for their Uber to arrive once he ordered it on his phone . Far too drunk to drive himself, and Cherrie wasn't doing much better either.

With his arm around her shoulder firmly ,she leaned into his side with a content sigh, beaming up at him before biting his bicep gently , heart so full of love for him . Giggling quietly when he flicked her forhead in retaliation. Used to her strangeness by now.

"We could do a nude photoshoot." She suggested to him, wrapping her arms around his waist to cuddle into him. Max squeezing her gently as he kissed the side of her head.

"Absolutely not . They've already seen enough of you naked. Never again." He muttered while stroking his fingers through her hair , knowing how much she liked it.

"I'm going to send them a thousand copies of an X-ray of my ass. With a note telling them to kiss it." He said just as their Uber finally pulled up.

Wrapping his jacket around her to keep her warm as they both stumbled over to their ride, max placing his hand ontop of her head so that she didn't bump it, not moving until she had slid into the seat safely, before sliding in beside her, buckling her belt.

"I love you ya know?" Max told her quietly after a few minutes of quietness between them, both of them fighting not to nod off into a alcohol induced sleep.

Her head falling onto his shoulder as she let out a tired laugh. Kissing his shoulder gently as they snuggled into eachother in the backseat of the car.

"I know." She felt it in everything he did to make her happy. "and I love you. Nobody compares to you for me max. I mean it." She assured him just as quietly , he had her entire heart.

That was more than enough for him. Smiling tearfully to himself as he let out a sigh of pure happiness , holding her close and never wanting to let go again.

They may have had her for a weekend but max had her for the rest of their lives and ever after.

Charles was wrong. He was winning on and off the track too.

He had the most beautiful woman in the world curled up in his lap, kissing his jaw and promising him forever.

He won. Always and forever .

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[sgiandubh]

Onlies at large

Sometimes (often, even), I can't sleep. And when I can't sleep, I get easily bored, if not focused on something. And there was nothing of particular import on Netflix or Amazon Prime, yesterday night. Aaand, as I don't have access to my bookshelves back home, I went looking for a light something to read myself to the Land of Nod.

I am, since forever, a solid reader of non-fiction. Memoirs, diaries are a special interest, too. So I just wanted to see if there were any nice memoirs of people who went to Scotland in search of a new life/love/whatever, Under The Tuscan Sun -style. Everand/Scribd is a decent starting point for the such, at 2 AM.

There weren't and I wonder why. But as I was browsing around, lo and behold, I found a tiny, self-published memoir by a certain Ninya (not her real name, of course): Scotland with a Stranger (2020).

Great literature it is not. It is naive and the narrative line sounded really, really meh to me: a 43 year old Alabama depressed divorcee finds healing and a renewed purpose for life, while traveling to Scotland with an improbable companion.

So, I skimmed and skimmed and skimmed (FFS, when is she going to PACK, this one?). Then, I found this and no, I am not sorry AT ALL for the length (passages are bolded by me).

Thank you Baby Jesus, she finally made it to her EDI flight:

'(...) I noticed a little emblem on the shirts of many of the women on this flight. It looked like mountains and said Peaker. All the women were laughing and chatting and carrying on like they had known each other forever.

“Is this your first trip to Scotland?” I tried to make small talk with the lady next to me.

“Heavens, no! It’s my sixth.”

“Wow,” I said. “It’s such a big world, but you keep coming back here?”

“Yes, it’s just incredibly beautiful. I never get tired of it. There is no other place as magical on earth.” She smiled wistfully. “I’m actually coming for a gala.”

“A gala?” I parroted back to her. I thought galas were reserved for Barbie movies. In my social circle, no one I knew ever attended a gala.

“Yes! It’s called My Peak Challenge.” She leaned in closer, excited to share. “Have you read the Outlander series?”

“Funny you ask that because I just downloaded the first book.” It seemed like required reading when you went to Scotland. I loved to read and had nothing but time due to my social media fast, so it was sitting unopened on my iPad.

“Well, the character of Jamie is played by Sam Heughan, and he is the founder of My Peak Challenge. It’s not just a club; it’s a movement, and every year they have a gala in Edinburgh. People come from all over the world for this event.”

The germaphobe next to me chimed in. “This is my first year, but he has truly changed my life. I’ve lost twenty-two pounds.” I was impressed, having weighed nearly two hundred myself at one point. Losing sixty of it was one of the biggest accomplishments of my life.

“Losing weight is so hard,” I commiserated with her. “How did you do it?”

“The boring way, eating right and exercising.” She laughed, and I laughed with her because I knew too well it was the only way that worked long-term.

She continued on. “My Peak Challenge is a training and nutrition program where we support and challenge each other, but it’s not just that because Sam has raised nearly two million dollars for charities all over the world. He’s just incredible.” She was practically swooning and literally fanning herself. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was hot, or because she was.

That nutrition program must include the Sam Heughan is a God Kool-aid.

“This conference includes a meet and greet and a gala and a special workout that Sam leads. He’s just an amazing human being,” she gushed. She clearly was in love with Sam Heughan.

“I have been chosen to introduce him,” the sweet older lady to my left said. “So, I’ve got the next eight hours to figure out the words to say to introduce the man who has completely changed my life.”

“Yes!” She went on. “It’s an incredible organization. He’s really affecting change on a global level.” (sic!)

Great. I am stuck between two evangelists at a Sam Heughan-is-the-greatest-human-in-the-world presentation.

“We have a Facebook group, and everyone is just so awesome and supportive. It really is a family.”

“And how much does it cost to be in this family?” I asked skeptically.

“It wasn’t much,” she defended, quickly changing the topic. “Nearly every penny is donated to charity. He is changing lives,” she stressed so incredibly seriously I had to cover my mouth to stifle a giggle.

Is this a cult? It sounds like a cult. I am trapped on an airplane for the next eight hours with the Sam Heughan cult.

Luckily for me, headphones exist. It was an overnight flight, which meant I could close my eyes and pretend to sleep, and there were movies to be seen.' (Ninya - Scotland with a Stranger: A Memoir, Chapter Thirteen).

For some reason, I doubt Ninya ever opened that OL first tome, on her IPad or elsewhere. But the point of my post is not to poke fun at SRH, MPC and all the gracious Peakers who read and often comment on this humble blog (@ladyjane-lj, @rosfrank immediately come to mind and I am sure they are not the only ones).

The reason I quoted this passage at almost full length, despite the paltry writing skills and abysmal grammar/spelling on display (Sweet Baby Jesus, please make people see the real difference between affect and effect, thank you and amen) is that we are dealing here with a unique perspective on a sizeable chunk of this fandom. You see, Ninya has no damn agenda to promote, in OL terms. She is not a shipper, but she is not an Anti, either. She couldn't care less if S+C=❤️, or if Tait rhymes with Fate (it rhymes with Bait, if you ask me). She doesn't know anything about OL, its cast, its Best Fans Ever, you and me and her.

And this is precisely why her perspective is so damn interesting. She is a mere passer-by, who failed to be grabbed in by the OTT Only Mommie gushing and who saw possessiveness and objectification disguised as love. She saw the most problematic, hypocrite and unimportant side of this whole experience and this whole fandom. And it's terrible and I am really sorry she did.

Maybe someone else than us reads this. For once, I wish they did, for it is an unadulterated, faraway echo of Real Life and the Real World. Selling that Toy Boi image is WRONG, *** and PR and TPTB. It's counterproductive and a total turnoff to real people who can't be arsed to even look for the Balmaclellan Adonis on Google, just because this fan substack is really, really embarrassing.

Of course, they blindly buy the booze, religiously sign in year after year to just about everything he sells around. Of course they show up every single time and pitch their tents on the rude city pavement in front of God Knows Which liquor store in Whoville, America. But they also show up with baked lasagna, pinch his ass (Madame Tussaud's, anyone?) and geriatrically swoon front row, cackling and giggling and catcalling like they were 12. It's also because of these women that OL lost its fabulous innocence and authenticity and it's because of these women we do have the Global Merry-Go-Round Seasonal Shitshow that keeps all of us (sickly, I am the first to admit it) engaged here.

Finally, this is also why I am closely following all the business side of this ahem, universe. It's the road less traveled by and of course, probably the most rewarding.

Shoot me, the very moment I turn into Neilie. Let it be clearly known beforehand. And no, please do not resuscitate. I'd be too ashamed.

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Ignorance is Bliss

Sam Winchester x plus size reader

Dean makes a startling discovery about his little brother’s love life and now he wants to wash his eyes out with bleach 

Warnings: implied smut, crack humour, Dean is done

WC: 797

Minors DNI

The world had seemed to have reached a state of calm. There were monsters, sure, but they were just the normal ones, no more of God’s siblings or corrupt archangels trying to write books, or even were-piers. Just regular old monsters.

And Dean was happy with that. Sam was safe, they had a home, and now one of their best friends was living with them permanently. They had movie nights and went out on adventures, they even had family dinners once a week like normal people! Everything was perfect!

Everything was awful!

Dean cringed as he cleaned out Baby. Months of living on the road definitely made the build up of trash a monumental effort to clean out. But he took it in stride, glad to be doing something as mundane as cleaning his car. Yet, he didn’t expect to find a pair of ripped and suspiciously stained panties. A pair of panties that he knew well because he actually enjoyed doing laundry. A pair of panties that belonged to-

“Y/N!”

“What!!” She shouted back at him, determined to not move from her comfy spot on the couch in the library, but after a few seconds of him not responding, she groaned and stood up. Sam glanced at her from over his book. 

“What does he want?” She shot him a glare.

“How the fuck should I know, he’s your brother.” 

“He’s your best friend.”

“Shut up Winchester.” She started walking from the room, taking unusually ginger steps with bowed legs. Sam chuckled and went back to his reading.

By the time she reached the garage, Dean had determined that he was going to kill her and then himself. Her because she obviously had sex in his Baby and himself because he had to clean up her mess. “What do you want Dean? I’m supposed to be having enrichment time.”

A bundle of pink fabric flew over the car and landed at her feet. So that’s where those panties went. “Yeah I don’t care about whatever book you were reading. YOU HAD SEX IN MY CAR!” His face was red and blotchy, his jaw ticking with anger. “Who did you sleep with?”

“You don’t wanna know.” She warned as she kicked the ruined underwear behind her. But that seemed to set the hunter off even more.

“Yes I do because they’re also going on my kill list.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“Seriously man, you don’t want to know.” 

“Tell me!”

“Tell you what?” Sam evidently chose the exact right time to enter the garage behind Y/N, his brunette eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Who she got it on with in MY car so I can kill them!” His hazel eyes dropped to the concrete floor, spotting the garment that had sparked this whole debacle. Thin lips curled up into a truly wicked smirk and before anyone could react, Sam wrapped his arm around Y/N’s thick waist, tugging her into his side and said:

“I don’t think you want to kill your little brother, Dean.” And everyone froze. Y/N sighed deeply, already extremely fed up with her boyfriend, Sam’s grin kept widening as the look of horror on Dean’s face grew. And well, Dean also looked like he was about to have an aneurism.

His gaze flicked from Sam to Y/N, and then back to Sam, and then back to Y/N. “Son of a bitch! How long!” But that was most certainly a question he didn’t want answered, yet he still asked.

With a look of smug pride, Sam indulged him. “Seven months.”

“Seven months?!” A large hand slowly slipped from her hip, all the way down to her plump ass. Y/N shot him a glare but it’s not like that ever deterred the giant before.

“She’s never even slept in the room we gave her, and the key word there is slept.” He winked and Dean just about lost it.

“Shut up Sam.” He kept going.

“I’m surprised it took you this long to figure out. I mean we have had sex literally all over the bunker and pretty much all the motel rooms we’ve been in. Why do you think you caught me washing the dungeon at three in the morning?”

Apparently that was Dean’s last straw. “Right! You two are disgusting and I’m going to wash my eyes out with bleach and get blind drunk. When I wake up tomorrow, I will not remember this conversation and you will not remind me of it. Capiche?”

He stormed away but not before yelling over his shoulder. “And clean my fucking car!” There was a beat of silence and then Sam turned to his girlfriend.

“Wanna have sex in it before we clean it?” She shrugged.

“Why not, we’re both dead anyway.”

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[sirfrogsworth]

hi hi!!!

I'm a CFX artist (I do hair and cloth for 3D animated movies) and I wanted to clarify something!!

the encanto post? we talked about that one at length at work when it was first made, and it is incredibly evident that the guy who posted it is just bad at his job. the exact same effect can be archieved by changing the camera focal length- but animators never reach for technically competent solutions. (this is a roast.) and even if thats not possible, there is NO reason for why her shoulder area or chest are completely crushed or why her feet are inside of her hip bone.

and also, since I am in the department that comes right after animation- if I had gotten that shot, I would have either sent it straight back to the animator to fix it, OR cleaned it up myself, by which I mean it absolutely did not look like this off-camera by the time we send it for final light render.

essentially if animation looks that messed up off-camera, it is not "animation magic", it is actually someone doing a bad job.

I'm going to have to respectfully disagree.

For one thing, the behind the scenes image was not close to a final render so I don't think you can fairly judge what was probably just the animator lining up and blocking the shot. I don't think at that state they were concerned with the shoulders, chest, and feet. I'm betting the final polished version looked much better.

And I also disagree the exact effect could be achieved by changing the focal length.

As a photographer, focal length is not just about cramming everything into the field of view. I don't only use a wide angle because I want more stuff in the photo.

It is also an artistic decision.

Wide angle lenses exaggerate distance and can make foreground objects seem massive and background objects seem tiny.

Look at this super wide angle shot of Otis lusting after a tennis ball.

The ball has a huge presence in the photo. It is only two feet away, but the distance between them seems immense. The ball takes up as much space in the photo as Otis.

Compare that to the ball in this telephoto image.

The picture now becomes less about the ball and more about the act of chasing it. The ball is literally only a foot closer to Otis, but it has no commanding presence like in the super wide shot.

So what artistic intention comes from using a telephoto lens like in Encanto?

Telephoto focal lengths compress distance. Background objects appear much larger in the frame. They also flatten the face and give a more flattering perspective of said face. Human faces can look a bit alien at wider focal lengths.

So what if you want the background to look large and encompassing and you want the flattering facial proportions from a telephoto lens, but you also want a foreground object to have a commanding presence like the ball?

You cheat!

This is not a technique confined to the world of 3D animation though. It is actually an old live-action trick. They will actually use another person's hands to do effectively the same thing as above.

In Hellboy II, Guillermo had two problems. He wanted a telephoto feel and depth of field and he also wanted a very intricate practical egg prop that could open mechanically.

To get the proportions and the framing and the feel of the shot as intended, he double cheated!

He made a big freaking egg with a big freaking fake hand.

(I know there is a picture of the giant hand somewhere but my googling failed me.)

In any case, I think this is just a case of good problem solving over incompetence. I think the director or the animation lead wanted this scene to fit within a specific focal length and it was easier and more efficient to just give her crazy long arms.

I'm not trying to dispute your expertise or animation-splain. Perhaps there was a better way to achieve the same look. But if the final result looked good, I don't think we need to bash someone who was probably under tight deadlines and had a lot of other work to complete. At least not without a lot more information.

[hunterwritings]

ONE SHOT IDEA:

You owe Steve a favor so you decide to babysit the Party so he can go on a date, and Eddie tags along. The ENTIRE time Eddie keeps flirting with you, kisses your neck and is basically doing everything he could to gross out the kids

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE

"get a room" ⭒

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summary: while taking up babysitting duty for Steve, Eddie can't seem to keep his hands and lips off of you.

pairing(s): eddie munson x gn!reader

warnings: suggestive, making out(?), allusions to sex, cursing

word count: 1.7k

notes: trying to cheer myself up after the finale 😢also, I kind of got very carried away with this, but I hope you still enjoy it!

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You laid down on Eddie's bed, resting your head on Eddie's chest while watching a horror movie.

"Baby, I hate to tell you this, but this movie sucks." You admit as you sit up from his chest. He gasped deeply and held a hand to his heart dramatically. "What do you mean? This movie's great!" He tries to add a rebuttal as he sits up, pressing his back to the headboard. "Scary movies are supposed to keep you awake and cautious, and I'm over here falling asleep." You reply with a smug smile. "Maybe it's just cause you're boring." He jokingly smiles to you. You gasp dramatically, just like he did before. "How could you?" You jokingly ask, a large smile spread across your face.

He smiled before reaching over and grabbing either side of your waist and pulling you close to him. Laughs emitted your mouth as he wrapped his arms around your side as he pressed small kisses on your neck.

Then, you heard the landline start to ring. "I'll get it." You sigh as you begin to pull away from him and he whines loudly. You jumped off the bed and walked toward the phone on the wall, hearing Eddie groan as he fell back onto his bed. "Hello?" You ask as you pick up the phone and hold it to your ear. "Hey (Y/N)." You hear another voice say on the other line. "Harrington?" You say loudly as Eddie pops his head out from your guy's room. "What's up?" You ask as you see Eddie walk out from your bedroom and sits down on the couch in the living room and turns on the TV there. "So, I need a favor." He asks bluntly. "Really? Now?" You asked, as you laid your head back against the wall.

"Yes now, listen, I've got a date tonight and I need to be there by 8." He said, looking at his watch on his free hand. "And what does that have to do with me?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowing together. "Oh my god." He mutters under his breath as he pressed his forehead against his wrist lying against the wall. "Listen, these kids are here and I am done being the goddamn babysitter, okay?" He speaks quickly, you couldn't see him but you knew that he was speaking with his hands. "What are you talking about Dustin?" You questioned.

"Yes! But it's not just him, it's all the other ones too. They're playing that dumb Dungeons & Demons game." He explained.

"Dragons, Steve." You corrected him.

"Whatever." He complained, dragging out the word. "Listen, these kids need to be monitored, I don't trust them alone." He says. "They're 15, Steve, they're not toddlers." You say, scornful. "Yeah? Well I'm not gonna leave them alone at my house, just waiting to break something!" He says, annoyance laced in his voice. "Why are they at your house?" You said, your volume getting higher and moving your hand as you speak. This caused Eddie to look up at you, wondering if you were actually angry or not.

"I don't know! I thought it was just Henderson at first, then they all came rushing in like mice! They said all their parents wouldn't let them play st their house or something, and it was Henderson's great idea to bring them here." He explained, you could almost laugh wondering what his facial expressions looked like. "Y'know Steve, it says a lot about you that you can't handle a couple of 15 year olds." You smirked as you shook your head.

"You owe me, alright? You wouldn't have that job at Family Video if it weren't for me, and you said you'd make it up to me, remember?" He said, pointing his finger up even though you couldn't see him on the other line. "Oh my god, did you really have to bring that up?" You groan as you pressed your forehead against the wall. "C'mon (Y/N)." He added on. You groaned as you looked up at the ceiling. "Ugh, fine, I'll be there." You give in finally. "Yes! Yes, thank you (Y/N), seriously." He said, almost literally jumping from excitement. "Yeah, yeah, thank me when I get there." You finished as you put the phone back on the wall.

"Soo, what was all that about?" Eddie asks curiously as he stands up from the couch. "Steve wants me to watch the kids while he goes on a date." You tell him, your lips pressing into a tight smile. "What like, Henderson and Wheeler? Those kids?" He asks with his arms crossed and a curious smile on his face. "Yep." You replied with a chuckle. "Well why don't I just go with you? I'll keep you company." He says with a smug smile on his face as he lays his hands on your hips. He bit his bottom lip before reaching down his lips to press soft kisses to the crook in your neck. "C'mon Eddie." You chuckled as you slowly pushed him away. "Fine, fine, I won't do anything but I'm still going with you." He adds, tilting his head as he spoke to you. "Okay." You smiled.

You sighed as you closed the door to the van. You stepped out in front of Steve's large house and made your way to his door, Eddie trailing behind you. You knocked on the door before Steve opened it to you. "Finally." He sarcastically said as he gestured towards you. "Hey, at least we showed up." You replied. "You brought him too?" He rhetorically asked, gesturing towards Eddie standing next to you. "Listen, we are a package deal Harrington, wherever they go, I go." Eddie smirks as he points to you and then back at himself. Steve was about to open his mouth to say something but just put a hand to his forehead before shaking his head. "Y'know what? I don't care, but if I come home and the place is a mess, you are in deep shit (L/N)." He says, pointing a finger at you, but you just push past him and walk inside. "Relax Harrington, I'm a damn good babysitter." You jokingly say to him, holding your hands up. Eddie chuckles at your statement and Steve just sighs. "I'll be back in a couple hours." He says, holding his hand around the door knob. "Alright, have fun!" You say in a singing voice before he closes the door and leaves. "What a worry wart." You joke as Eddie laughs in response.

"Children!" You call out, dramatically cupping your hands around your mouth as you walked into the living room and see Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and to your surprise, Erica, sitting at the dining table playing D&D. "(Y/N)!" Dustin calls out as he stands up from his seat and rushes over to give you a hug. "Hey Henderson." You smile as he pulls away and goes to hug Eddie. You say hello to the rest of the kids and look around the table at their game. "It's great that you're here Eddie, now we can have a Dungeon Master that's actually good." Mike says as Lucas shoots his head over with an offended look on his face. "Dude! You said I was doing good!" He spoke as Mike stuttered, trying to find words to defend himself. "No, No, you were it's just... Eddie's better." He says as Lucas shakes his head.

"No, young warriors, the Master is not playing tonight." Eddie retorted, holding his hand up. He could hear their whines and groans of disappointment as well as them trying to persuade him to reconsider. "No, no, no, boys― and Lady Applejack, this Dungeon Master's only mission right now is to take care of my lovely, partner here." He smiles as he reaches his arms around your waist and press kisses to your neck from behind you. "Eddie." You laughed as you heard the kids groan in disgust and turning their eyes away from you and Eddie. Eddie pulls his lips away from your neck and rests his head on your neck, his arms still securely around your waist.

About an hour had passed, and you were sitting on the couch with Eddie at your side as you watched TV. You heard the kids continuing their journey in D&D, turning your head every time you heard something interesting happen. Eddie shifted his body slightly and put his forearm on the top of the couch and his cheek on his palm, you could feel his eyes burning into you. "What?" You finally asked as you turned to face him. "Nothing." He said, shaking his head. "Just― admiring my favorite thing in the world." He added with a shit-eating grin on his face. You shook your head, looking down at the seat of the couch. He reaches his hand down to your chin and raises up your head as he leans in to press his lips against yours. You hummed against his lips as he pressed further, lying his hands softly on your stomach. You reached your hand up to lie on his cheek, his lips moving along with yours. His hands had reached underneath your shirt and laid on your stomach. The coldness of his rings sends a shiver through your body, causing a smirk to form on his lips.

"Jesus guys, get a room!" Eddie pulls away and looks up at Dustin, who had just yelled from across the room. You pulled away from Eddie and sat up straight on the couch, embarrassment running through your body. "Oh trust me, that would not be fun for you Henderson, there would be sounds you would never recover from hearing." He says with a smug smile spread across his face and all of the kids faces fill with disgust as they all yell.

"Gross dude!" Lucas yells.

"That's disgusting, Eddie!" Dustin yells as he shakes his head.

Eddie laughs as he looks back at you, covering your face with both hands in embarrassment. He grabs ahold of both your hands and pulls them away from your face, revealing an embarrassed smile on your lips. "Oh my god, Eddie." You said quietly, and all he does is laugh in response.

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#— hunterwritings #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #st4

[forever-rogue]

Kiss prompt maybe a holiday theme too? 27. brushing lips together, lingering for a moment, catching your breath and/or 60. mistletoe kisses? With Eddie or Bucky if you can.

AN | No, but this is the softest and sweetest thing🥺🥰

Warnings | Mild Language 

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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“Ugh,” the two of you groaned in unison at the television. Eddie got some popcorn out of the bowl and tossed it at the screen, causing you to almost lose it as you dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“Eddie,” you were practically beaming at him, at the silly face he made while he watched the main characters on screen finally share their first kiss after almost two hours of vapid plot, “you’re making a mess!”

“It’s worth it,” he insisted as he shoved a few pieces in his mouth before doing the same to you. Your little admonishment held nothing but affection, a fact you were both well aware of, “this is insanely bad!”

“The worst,” you agreed, a bad rendition of some old holiday song playing as the credits started to roll, “why do we do this to ourselves?”

“Because,” he scoffed as though you had just gravely offended him. You playfully rolled your eyes at the boy, but he did his best to keep the serious look on his face, “it’s tradition now. And we can’t break tradition. We must watch cheesy Christmas movies and make fun of them. It’s the law.”

“The law?” you repeated as he answered with a fervent little nod, “and what would happen if  we didn’t watch any of said movies?”

“I’d be forced to arrest you and put you in jail.”

“And just what does this jail consist of?” you snorted in amusement as he rubbed at his jaw thoughtfully.

“It’s more of a metaphorical jail,” he mused, “the punishment being that you have to spend every waking  - and sleeping - moment with me.”

“That doesn't sound like much of a punishment,” you gently nudged his arm, a delicate warmth settling in your bones at the soft look on his face. You already spent a lot of time with your best friend…if you had it your way, you would have gladly spent every single moment with him, “we’re already together a lot. Although sleeping might be the real punishment. You snore a lot-”

“I do not!” His reply was indignant as he crossed his arms over his chest, which only made you laugh harder, “I do not snore.”

“You do!” you insisted firmly, “and you fart!”

“That’s it,” but you were laughing as he leaned across the couch, hands going to your sides as he tickled you mercilessly. You shrieked in amusement, immediately squirming from how ticklish you were. He pulled you into his lap, an action that he didn’t even think about, but that seemed so effortless and natural. You were still trying to get him to show mercy as you wiggled in his grasp, “I do not snore and do not fart!”

“You do! Mercy - please!”

“Take it back,” his warm, large hands settled on the supple, plump flesh of your hips and waist, fingers ghosting along your bare skin, “do it and I’ll show mercy!”

“Never!” tears were running down your face and Eddie had to admit that he was impressed with your ability to keep going.

“No mercy then,” there was a wicked little smile on his face as he went for the sweet spot that he knew always pushed you over the edge.

“Fine, fine, fine,” eventually you gave in, breathless and crying from all the tickles as you looked at your ridiculously pretty best friend, “you don’t snore or fart in your sleep!”

“There,” a satisfied little smile settled on his features as he stopped his assault of tickles, and settled his hands on your waist, “was that so hard?”

“A little bit,” your pretty, soft lips formed a pout that he couldn’t help but laugh at, “it did hurt my pride a little though.”

“Ahh, well I’m sure you’ll get it back somehow,” it was now that you became aware of just how close the two of you were. Your hands were on his shoulders and he still held you in his lap. It was far from the first time that you’d been this close, but something felt different today.  You swallowed the lump in your throat as you studied his pretty honey brown eyes, “and I guess we’ll just have to watch more bad holiday movies so I don’t get subjected to any punishment.”

“Smart girl,” you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flicked from yours down to your lips, even if it was just for a moment. A comfortable, warm silence fell over the two of you as he reached up and put his hand on your face, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek, You couldn’t help the way you preened into his touch, silently urging him for more, more, more. The corners of his mouth ticked up in a small smile, “you’re really pretty.”

“Eddie,” you both subconsciously leaned in, the tips of your noses brushing against one another. This was it, your entire body screamed at you, this was the moment that your best friend that you’d been in love with for years and years finally kissed you. You could feel his warmth breath fanning across your face, the gentle brush of his soft lips against yours when -

“Eddie!” The door to the trailer slammed open as Dustin and Steve made their miraculous appearance. The two of you pulled apart so fast, sitting on the opposite ends of the couch, that it almost gave you whiplash. Your heart was pounding in your chest with nerves as you refused to look at Eddie, quietly trying to catch your breath and pretend that this moment had never happened, “we’ve decided to grace you with our presence for bad Christmas movie time!”

“Fantastic,” Eddie groaned lightly, “simply fantastic.”

You could feel the boy looking at you, but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Instead you made yourself small and used the barrier of Steve and Dustin to keep a distance from Eddie. 

So close, so far away.

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It seemed like both of you had silently decided that the other night hadn’t happened. At least not the part where you were in his lap and about to properly kiss. Like there was some mutual understanding that neither of you would mention it again. It was a moment of weakness, you decided, a moment of two people that craved physical contact, nothing or nothing less. 

But you weren’t about to let that stop you from hanging out with your best friend. He’d been your best friend before, and he would continue to be. You weren’t going to let a momentary lapse of judgment ruin almost a decade of friendship. 

Which is how you found yourself at the biggest tree lot in Hawkins, tracking around with Eddie, an ax, and the noticeable distance you kept between yourselves. You were on the hunt of the perfect tree, a tradition that the two of you had started years ago. You were often left home alone to your devices, and Eddie only had Wayne, and you’d basically become each other’s family over the years. Which included picking out a huge tree and putting it up in your house and spending the afternoon decorating it while baking cookies, drinking hot chocolate and watching more bad movies. You weren’t sure if heaven was real or some mystical made up concept, but if it was, you were sure that this was your version of it - with Eddie, all warm and cozy, and in love. 

Well - you were in love, smitten in fact, but you’d never tell him that. Why scare him away when you could just keep him as your best friend for the rest of your life? 

“Umm, princess?” it was the waving of his hand in front of your face that snapped you back into reality. You looked at him, warmth rising in your cheeks as you offered up an apologetic smile, “you alright there, space cadet?”

“Y-yeah,” no, I was just daydreaming about you again, “totally. Just zoned out for a moment.”

“Hmm,” he mused, but decided not to push the issue. He pointed to the tree to his left, “whaddaya think?”

“It’s perfect,” and perfect, at least when it came to the two of you, meant perfectly imperfect. It was tall, some sections more fluffy than others, and a few odd branches out of place, “I think this is the one we’re adopting. Good eye, bub.��

“I have a way for finding the best treasures,” his eyes locked onto yours as you shied away, “I’ll start chopping if you wanna go paid and then we can get it wrapped up.”

“Sure,” you started to walk towards the entrance of the tree farm when you felt him gently grab your wrist, “what?”

“Here,” he pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket and pressed it into your hand. You shook your head and tried to argue but he wasn’t having it, “just take it. I insist…business has been very good lately. Just listen to me for once without arguing, stubborn little thing.”

“Fine,” you couldn’t fight back the smile as you accepted the money and pressed a kiss to his cheek without thinking about it, “hurry back, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he promised, watching you almost skip away. He pulled off his glove and touched his cheek where his skin had been blessed by your lips. A wistful little sigh escaped his lips before turning back to the tree. You didn’t know it just yet, but he had a plan. A plan that would hopefully finally push the two of you in the right direction.

He could only hope you truly felt the same.

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The whole house felt cozy and warm. There was a merrily crackling fire that Eddie had started to stave off the chill of the snow that had started to gently fall. The house seemed like the freshly baked gingerbread cookies you’d spent the early part of the afternoon backing. The living room was taken over by the large Christmas tree and decorations placed through the room. It was your own version of a winter wonderland and it felt so utterly perfect. 

You were in the kitchen, popping some corn the old fashioned way, to make things more festive Eddie had insisted, and putting together a platter with random snacks for your movie marathon. You’d been left home alone again, this time all week, and had planned on asking Eddie to stay the night. You didn’t want to make things uncomfortable or weird, so you hoped the opportunity would come up organically. And it wasn’t like it would have been a rare thing for him to spend the night or vice versa, but things just felt…different since the barely there kiss you’d exchanged the week before. And you didn’t want to mess anything up with him. 

“Princess?” you heard Eddie’s voice call from the living room, perking up at the soft and affectionate tone he always seemed to have for you, “can you give me a hand real quick?”

“Be right there,” you pumped the popcorn into a bowl, quickly buttering and salting it before turning off the stove and heading over to him, “I hope nothing’s on fire or broken!”

“Not yet,” came his cheeky response. You laughed as you walked over to him, failing to see what exactly he needed assistance with. You stopped in front of him and raised an eyebrow.

“Just what exactly did you need help with, bub? It looks like everything's been handled,” you spied the little glint in his eye as he shook his head. It was then that you noticed that he was hiding something behind his back. Color you curious, “Eddie?”

“I was wondering,” his voice dropped to a whisper as he moved ever so slightly closer to you, “if you could hold this while I secure it.”

And from behind his back he revealed just what he had been hiding from you. Mistletoe. Your heart almost stopped when you looked at it, all pretty and wrapped up with a neat little red bow. A small gasp escaped your lips despite your best efforts as you looked between the mistletoe and Eddie. There was a nervous little look on his face as he anxiously waited for you to say or do something.

“Eddie?” your question was almost inaudible but he nodded sweetly as you took the mistletoe from him and clutched it tightly in your hand, “me?”

“You,” he promised. You. It had always been you. Just like it had always been him. You exhaled with nervous anticipation as you stood on your tippy-toes and held the mistletoe to the top of the doorframe. Eddie pulled out some string, along with a nail and hammer, and quickly secured to the top, letting it hang down over your heads, “merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“Merry Christmas, Eddie,” you whispered back just as softly as you both leaned in, your entire body feeling like a live wire. He reached up and touched your face, searching your eyes to make sure you wanted this much as he did. And oh. You desperately did.

He closed the little bit of distance between your bodies, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other holding onto your waist as he kissed. Finally, actually, truly kissed you. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and then some more. 

Both of you refused to pull apart until you were dizzied and breathless, grinning at each other like the lovesick fools you both were. 

“I’m in love with you, you know,” he whispered, his hold on you still strong as though he was afraid to let you go, “have been for a long time.”

“I know,” you beamed brighter than the summer sun as you leaned in to kiss him again. Now that you had a taste of him, you never wanted to go without again, “I’m in love with you too.”

“I know,” he smiled before kissing you softly, “best Christmas ever.”

“Best Christmas ever.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

[azures-bazar]

Accommodating 

Re-uploading this one shot because I wanted to add some changes. I'm experiencing a massive writers block tho, my inspiration is gone (my new job is taking most of my mental energy away but I love it lmao)

Here is some SOFT!Arthur one-shot, again, because boy oh boy it makes me want to write a full story about him going through our current era lol

Don't mind his absolute child-like fascination for modernity, I mean... it's cool to see our tough cowboy happy, isn't it ?

Arthur Morgan x GenderNeutralReader 

Word count : 2.9k

Short summary : You make Arthur try some new technologies, and it’s quite funny to watch his large blue eyes gaze at them ! 

A/Note : I bought myself a galaxy projector not so long ago and wondered how Arthur would react lol. Don’t mind it ! 

Tags : cute, Arthur discovers modern things, mentions of Avatar, movie-watching, snacks, cute nicknames, cuddles, soft boah is in the modern world, men can also cry

A cowboy in the modern world… what a weird story to tell ! Arthur had been in your life for a few months already, slowly accommodating to your era. Sometimes, it was fun, sometimes it was almost scary, and, occasionally, it could be sad. You knew Arthur was an outlaw, a thirty-six, probably thirty-seven year-old man who had been abandoned on the top of a mountain, but he never really brought the subject to the table. In fact, on a few occasions, he would mourn the rest of his gang, he would mourn his friends he would never see again. You had done your best to cheer him up during his rather sad moments, but nothing could really fill that void. 

Arthur missed these folks, a few names were frequently mentioned : Hosea, John, Tilly, Charles, Sean and Lenny. Six people he would describe at times, probably the six people he missed the most from his former life. A father-figure, his siblings, his closest friends… he often wondered what happened to them, to these people becoming distant memories he could only mourn. As of 2023, even little Jack was gone. You wished you could do something, probably beg for Francis Sinclair to come back and drag all these people he mentioned to your time… but Francis was long gone, not even bothering about stepping by your place anymore.

You knew Arthur loved drawing stuff, so you bought him a set of sketchbooks for him to practice. He would hole himself in your now-shared room, sitting on the edge of your window or on your bed, spending about one or two hours sketching figures, animals or even sceneries which appeared to be from a very distant era, mixed with modern buildings and figures he came across while wandering in the streets with you. You often left him alone for him to enjoy his solitude, listening to some blues while sketching his discoveries before he would head to you and proudly show you some of his works. One of your walls had a full set of Arthur’s drawings framed and displayed to the eyes of any guest coming in. After all… it was art ! And nothing could make Arthur more happy than receiving compliments about his sketches he often disliked. 

Arthur still had some hard time getting used to a smartphone you had bought him as you thought it would be a good thing to keep in touch whenever you would be away from him. He nearly broke his phone’s screen twice, unable to understand why it would not switch on, struggling to send you correctly written texts. His large fingers did not help much, he would get easily frustrated by not selecting the right letter for his text. You absolutely adored each one of them, finding them incredibly cute by knowing how much Arthur wanted to do things like you. Sending a text usually took you a few seconds, whereas Arthur would roughly spend one minute writing a five-word sentence filled with typing mistakes, some of them being due to his autocorrector. 

"Im misqing yoi, Y/N !" was an almost daily message he would send you

At some point, you saw an add of a galaxy projector while scrolling on some social media, right after telling Arthur he would probably get a lot of followers if he decided, by miracle, probably, to create an account for himself. He was handsome, had some sweet-looking traits and could easily model for some alternative brands. He often said he would never do such thing, finding his face too ugly to be shown to anyone. How wrong he was, he was probably the most gorgeous-looking man you had ever met ! But, somehow, you did not want to encourage him to post pictures of himself. Social medias were a rather dangerous place for healing minds, and Arthur still needed time. Besides, he would probably not even be able to post anything due to his lack of ease using his digital keyboard ! 

You bought that lamp later that night, it got delivered quite fast. You carefully unpacked your new tool and quickly headed to your bedroom, followed by Arthur who had stopped reading a book about extinct species as he saw you wander around your place with this curious thing you held. You calmly placed the lamp on your bed, reading the instruction manual while Arthur touched it several times, not understand what the hell this little thing was and what was its purpose. 

"What’s that ?" Arthur asked 

"It’s a galaxy projector." you answered. 

"Why d’you need that ? Can’t you just look at ‘em stars from your window ?"

"Light pollution prevents it. These are often used to create a cute ambiance at home or to distract kids. Wanna give it a try ?" 

"Sure." 

Arthur sat on the bed as you switched all lights off, plugging your galaxy projector on, making a large blue and purple light come out of it, filled with laser dots representing stars. The background was moving a little, creating a wave effect which froze Arthur on place. He kept his head up, looking at your now star-covered ceiling. His surprised and mesmerised face was absolutely priceless ! His eyes were shining, his mouth remained half-open as he could not help but stare at these fake stars covering your ceiling. All his troubles were forgotten, making him return to a child-like state. It was such a beautiful thing to see ! 

"And it can also distract grown-ups." you smiled 

Your cowboy-roommate did not even react. His attention was completely focused on the ocean of fake stars he had above his head ! Of course, Arthur knew what a projector was. It would have been awesome to see his reaction if he had never seen such thing before, he would probably have been trying to catch these laser stars like a cat and look confused. But, at the moment, his reaction was pretty cute. 

You left Arthur alone in the room to buy a ready-made lunch at the local market. He had a phone and would call you whenever he would need your help, if he would get lucky enough to make his fingers touch the right icon on his screen. It only took you a few minutes to buy some finger food for the two of you to eat while watching a movie, you came back to find Arthur exactly where you had left him thirty minutes earlier, in the same position, with this same amazed facial expression blooming on his face. He was hypnotised by these lights enough to feel suddenly so lost as you opened the curtains of your bedroom. 

"Wh… what’s going on ?" he said, placing his large hand over his eyes. "Damn sunlight…"

"I brought us some food. You wanna watch a movie ?" 

"Yeah, why not ! Just… just let have my eyes back first, hun." 

Arthur rubbed his eyes and shook his head while you smiled. You absolutely loved listening to him giving you cute nicknames, such as hun, sweetheart, lovebug… even calling you boo, sometimes, after he heard about that nickname while watching TV. It took him a few more seconds to leave your bedroom, keeping his eyes partly closed until reaching your living room, helping you placing all the food on the table, still looking surprised you did not have any forks or knives to eat these carrots, chips, mozzarella sticks and cucumbers. He glanced at the chips and took one between his fingers. Since his arrival in your era, he had never seen or had the opportunity to taste chips !

"What’s that thing ?" he asked. "Is that really food ?"

"Oh, that’s a potato chip." 

"Really ? Just like fried potatoes ?" 

"Yeah, just like fried potatoes, but smaller and thinner. We can eat them for snacks or very random occasions. Try it !"

Arthur nodded, taking a bite of the chip before smiling and taking more of them into his large hand. You could not help but chuckle at his sudden addiction to salty treats, wiping away a few crumbs stuck in his three-day beard with the tip of your fingers. He turned shades darker and smiled, gently taking your hand and rubbing it with his thumb as you launched the movie. Avatar, by James Cameron. Back in a day, that movie had been vastly acclaimed for its large technological progress, and was still pleasant to be watched to this day. You would take Arthur to watch the second Avatar movie someday soon in case he liked the first one. 

"Are ‘em blue folks real ?" Arthur asked while pointing a Na’vi on screen

"No, they’re modelled with computers." you smiled, trying to explain Arthur about motion capture in the most easiest way. "Our technologies allow us to record actors and then modify their bodies thanks to computers to morph them into these blue folks, like you call them."

"Is there a planet called Pandora too ?" 

"I don’t know. Probably ? The universe in infinite, and we didn’t explore much yet." 

The gaze Arthur gave you was adorable. You could see his eyes shine with admiration, it was such a privilege to be able to witness an era which was more than one hundred years ahead of his time, despite its good and bad moments. You had tried your best to keep Arthur away from newspapers in order to help him remain in his rather innocent state of discovery, knowing that a simple glance at the news on TV would probably make him terribly sad and somewhat nostalgic of his own time. 

It was quite unexpected, but Arthur cried during the movie. He cried because of its overall beauty, the story appeared amazing to his eyes, the soft melodies and choirs chanting in background soundtracks moved him a lot. He loved the bioluminescent effect of some scenes, the overall atmosphere of the movie, not taking his eyes away from your TV while wrapping his arm around your shoulders, gently kissing your temple at times. He adored that, he adored this moment. Having you close to him while being fully taken into this movie made him forget about all his past troubles.

"D’you also have ‘em guns ?" he softly asked 

"Maybe… why ? You want one in case you’d come across blue people ?" 

"Mmmm… yeah. Jus’ in case. I miss my good ol' revolver, sometimes." 

You rested your head on his shoulder, somewhat amused by his sweet attitude. You would listen to his gasps, his soft squeals, his almost inaudible wows… you could not deny how adorable Arthur was. You could even hear him sniff, his chest trembling a little whenever a scene would be emotional enough to bring him to tears. Who would have thought Arthur could be so sensitive ? Those who knew him much more than you did. Hosea and Charles, for instance, and most probably John at some point, even Dutch. Just by looking at his drawings, you could have guessed he had a soft heart and high intelligence hidden underneath his rather menacing appearance. 

The movie lasted for so long… you had time to check your phone about a dozen times while resting against Arthur whose eyes were glued to the screen. You did not even want to bother him, he was absolutely hypnotised by the movie and did not want to be bothered. You smiled at him as the credits rolled, noticing tears streaming on his cheeks as you teasingly poked them. 

"Getting a little sensitive, huh ?" you smiled 

"That was a beautiful show !" Arthur answered. "I loved every second of it ! Can we watch it again ?" 

"Someday, we will. But... let's just take a break, okay ?" 

Night came pretty fast, Arthur made you a lavender infusion, you found enough energy to work a little while Arthur sat on the couch and started sketching. Very random figures, some fantasy-like sceneries… and you. You could easily tell he was drawing you by looking towards your direction a few times, then proceeding to sketch something, and looking back again. Another artwork to frame, that was for sure ! 

"What are you drawing, cowboy ?" you smiled 

"Well… I’m trying to sketch you, but I can’t get it right… you’re too gorgeous and my hand shakes too much." 

"That’s… that’s really sweet !" 

"I mean it." 

What Arthur told you made your heart stop beating, you turned shades darker and hid your face behind your hands. Your smile widened enough to cause your roommate to move closer to you, carefully closing your laptop with a large smirk blooming on his face. He made you stand up, slowly uncovering your beautiful face before dropping a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

"You’re making me melt, you know that ?" you smiled 

"Let’s get you to bed so you’ll stop workin’ on your… weird machine here." 

"It’s a computer, Arthur." 

"Well, computer or not, you’re going to bed with me ‘cause it’s kinda late."

You shrugged, you didn’t notice how fast time had passed since you decided to get back to work ! Remote-working had its ups and downs, and Arthur had complained a few times about you staying up too late instead of going to bed and hide into his embrace. He could hardly sleep without having you next to him, and there were no ways to escape him that night. How could you resist these puppy eyes and insisting behaviour ? Your arms spread wide for him to lift you up while you dragged your legs around his hips. Arthur loved carrying you around your place, he could easily remain in shape by doing this almost on a daily basis ! You did not mind it. In fact, you loved having him carry you from a room to another. Bridal and koala style, as you called it, were your favourite. 

Arthur calmly put you on the bed and proceeded switching all lights off while you changed into some more comfortable wear, slipping under your blanket as Arthur moved next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He took advantage of you turning yourself towards him to passionately kiss you before making you rest your head on his shoulder. You remained like this for a few seconds, in your pitch-black bedroom, up until Arthur cleared his throat. 

"Erm… Y/N ?" he sheepishly asked 

"Yeah ? What’s wrong ?" 

"Would you mind… switching the galaxy lamp on for a bit ? I… I liked it and…-"

"Sure, sweetheart."

You gasped at your own sudden reaction. "Sweetheart ? Really ?" you scolded yourself, covering your forehead with your palm. You never dared giving Arthur nicknames, not finding anyone of them suitable enough for your time-traveling cowboy, his sole name sounded just fine, you would sometimes call him by his surname. Sweetheart came out of nowhere, and was well deserved ! 

"S-sorry." you stuttered 

"Nah, it’s fine." Morgan responded. "I like ‘em sweet nicknames. "

Arthur smiled, deeply flattered by the nickname you just gave him. His heart pounded faster than expected as you calmly reached out to get the lamp and switched it on. A beautiful fake galaxy suddenly covered your ceiling, filled with laser stars which slowly moved along with the rest of the digital ocean of blue and purple clouds behind them. You analysed Arthur’s reaction and smiled at his sight. 

"Why do you like this lamp so much ?" you smiled

"Oh… it just reminds of home." Arthur answered as he moved closer to you, allowing you to place your head back on his chest 

"You never slept with a roof over your head before you came here ?" 

"I did, at some point… but I got used to fall asleep while gazing at the stars from a corner of my tent, or sometimes from my bedroll when I was away. Gazing at ‘em moving above me was always calming."

"If you want, we could go camping this summer. Would you like that ?"

You heard Arthur moan a little, feeling his heart pound faster. Your head rose a little, allowing you to get a better view of Arthur’s beautiful face. Your hand caressed his chest, drawing circles on them while you kept gazing at him. His eyes kept staring at the ceiling until he felt your gaze, slowly turning his head to you. 

"That’d be awesome." he smiled 

There were many things left to discover, many things you wanted to show Arthur. The world was full of treasures, modern or ancient, cultures you wanted him to get familiar with, places to visit… Arthur’s health was back to normal, you could now guide him through your own era without bothering about any health issues he would encounter. Indeed, that man was not twenty anymore, but you were ready to do so much for him ! You were ready to guide him, to be with him. Beyond what Francis had first asked you. Your help turned into a beautiful blossoming relationship filled with embraces, kisses and… very noisy nights. 

Switching this galaxy lamp became some sort of ritual every single night. Along with waking up to Arthur’s face and his hugs after you would come back from work, your daily embrace in bed facing a fake galaxy was your most favourite part of the day. At times, you would run your fingers into Arthur’s dirty-blonde locks, massaging his scalp with singing some song. Sometimes, he would do the same with you. You adored it, you adored him. No, you loved him… and did not have the courage to tell him just yet, but you knew this day would come soon enough. The world was filled with treasures, mysteries and beauty. 

And Arthur was going to find out about them. 

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #gender neutral reader #modern arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 #modern cowboy #soft arthur is the best #azurestales #cute #fluff #rdr2 au #sweet arthur morgan makes my heart melt idk why #red dead redemption #arthur morgan fanfiction

[whiskey-bumblebee]

Hotch and reader making a trip to Greece because reader is a Mamma Mia! fan and swim in the sea and whatever else you want (sorry, my sister and I watch the movie daily and can't think of anything else at this point)

omg hi!!! i love this for us <3 thank you for your request!

I was in Greece this time last year and it's so lovely :) I really recommend spending some time in the Peloponnese if you're able to!

A/N: some chaos at the beginning (definitely OOC but it's just for fun <3), then just fluff! Also this is fem!reader but 90% of it is GN, and reader is vegetarian <3

Word Count: 1.3k

"I don't know if I'll be able to swing the time off..." Aaron trails off, knowing this is an argument he's bound to lose.

"What's Strauss' phone number?"

His eyebrows quirk up at that. "You want to call Strauss?"

"Me, in my swimsuit, lounging on the beach, just needing someone to put sunscreen on my shoulders...." You run your hands through Aaron's hair. "What's the number?"

Aaron groans playfully, melting into your touch. "703 632 1990. Keep it PG-13."

You dance happily, a smile on your face as you walk over to the home phone and dial the number.

"Good morning," You say chirpily, and hold a finger to your lips when Aaron starts to laugh. "Is this Erin?"

"If by Erin you mean-"

"Great! SSA Hotchner needs a few weeks of work. It's urgent."

"I'm not the person you should-"

"Uh uh," You say quickly. "I didn't actually ask a question. He will be off work for three weeks, starting this weekend, and he will not be reachable."

"May I ask why?"

"You may not! Have a great day."

You hang up quickly, and immediately start laughing.

"What did I just do?"

Aaron laughs too, but his face drops when his phone starts ringing.

He looks over at the screen, then over at you. "It's Strauss."

You laugh, and reach for his phone. "I'll take it."

He passes his phone to you, trusting your process. He's in too deep now not to.

"Good morning," You repeat in the same tone as before.

"This is a secure FBI line, how the hell-"

"Oh hi Erin! I'm assuming you're calling to confirm the time off. Don't worry! I'll let him know myself."

You hang up quickly and pass the phone back to Aaron.

"They should have you on the hostage negotiation team," Aaron laughs. "That was..."

"Brilliant?" You finish, sparkling.

"Brave," He nods. "I'll have to do a lot of ass-kissing to make up for that, you know."

You sigh, taking a seat in his lap. "I know. But you need a break, sweetheart. And you know how the Bureau responds if you ask politely."

___

"I can't believe we're here!" You say, glowing despite the jetlag. "That's such a nice boat. Everything here is so beautiful."

You're in the small town of Pilio, walking along the seaside. A large white sailing boat is moored in the water of the bay, glimmering like a pearl atop the blue water.

"I'm glad you like it," Aaron whispers, wrapping his arms around you from the back. "Because it's where you'll be sleeping for the next two weeks."

You spin around quickly. "Really?"

Aaron smiles, pressing his nose against yours. "Really."

"I didn't know you knew how to sail?"

"I don't," He admitted. "There is an old Greek man called Alexandros who agreed to do the practical sailing part. And his wife Demetria does the cooking. They're staying in the second cabin."

"I love you," You smile, kissing Aaron's blushing cheeks.

"I love you t-"

"Yasou!" You hear, from across the water. "Mr. FBI!"

"Kalimera, Alexandros!" Aaron calls back. He gestures to you. "Mrs. FBI."

"Mrs. FBI! Kalimera!"

"Kalimera!" You call back, smiling widely.

"Mrs. FBI?" You ask, looking over at Aaron with a raised eyebrow.

"We'll have time for proper introductions later. Do you want to swim to the boat or do you want me to go get the rowboat?"

"You know I'll never turn down Aaron Hotchner in a rowboat."

Aaron rolls his eyes playfully, but kisses you on the cheek. "Okay."

He strips out of his clothing quickly, abandoning his black t-shirt and jeans on top of his suitcase, just far enough from the water's edge that everything will stay dry while he swims to fetch the smaller boat.

You whistle at him, attracting Alexandros' attention. The grey-haired man whoops as Aaron runs into the warm water. You hear Aaron's laugh echoing as he heads towards the boat. You take a seat on your suitcase, enjoying the view of your boyfriend's arms flexing as he carries himself through the water. His hair is glossy in the saltwater, and he's almost a different person now that all of his worries are a continent away.

A few moments later, he rows over to you, loading your suitcases into the boat, and helping you to step in and take a seat.

"Ready?"

You nod eagerly, and he starts to row. "I'm just going to keep saying I love you, because I do. I don't know how you organized all of this so fast."

He smiles, and you have a feeling you'll be seeing a different side of him on this trip. A more playful side, a more loving side. Not that he wasn't loving, but here he could be open about it. Propriety and shame had fallen away somewhere in the Atlantic.

"I left our itinerary open, and Alexandros says we can go anywhere we like, but I thought we could head over to Kalokairi for a few nights, and then visit some of the other islands? And if you don't like the boat, we can always stay in a hotel, or-"

"This is perfect," You say, resting your hand over Aaron's, as he grips an oar.

"And we're close enough to Athens that if you want to take in some temples, or go wine tasting in Eretria, or... anything, really, we can. Just say the word."

___

You're resting your head on Aaron's shoulder as he steers the boat to Skopelos, reading to him from a guidebook.

"Located between Skiathos and Alonissos in the Sporades island group, Skopelos in Greece has become a very popular destination since it was used as a filming location for the musical movie Mamma Mia," You nudge Aaron. "That's us."

He hums affirmatively.

"...Popular among couples, that's us too, and families, the island has a picturesque atmosphere and amazing beaches with an exotic landscape, exclamation mark."

"Exclamation mark? Wow," Aaron replies.

"We should recreate that scene on the beach," You say dreamily.

"Fresh pita bread," Demetria says, emerging from the galley with a basket in her hand.

"Oh wow, thank you!" You exclaim, accepting it gratefully.

"Tonight, souvlaki with lamb for him, halloumi cheese with pita for her. Greek salad, lots of feta cheese. Sounds good?"

"Sounds perfect," Aaron replies. "Thank you, Demetria."

___

"And then she has her back to this rock," You explain to Aaron, although he's seen the film almost as many times as you have. "And he pretends to shoot an arrow. And then it's just very slutty in the sand."

"And then I pin you to the rock and kiss you senseless?"

"Well, no..." You start, but then think about it for a second, and your expression gives way to a smile. "Actually, yes. That's exactly how it goes."

"And then she says, don't go wasting your devotion, lay all your love on me?"

"Yes," You say again, unable to stop smiling.

Aaron kisses your neck, pinning your hands above your head. "Well, I promise I won't waste any of my devotion."

He runs his tongue over your skin, soothing the areas that had been irritated by his scruff and his teeth.

"Aaron," You moan breathily. "Fuck me, Aaron."

"Right here?" He says, smiling at you. "We'd get in trouble, baby."

He pulls away from your body, and without him covering you, you feel exposed, and dash to the water. Sure enough, there are a couple of tourists who'd gathered around, waiting to make use of the beach to recreate the scene themselves.

Aaron raises his hand from the water and gestures for you to follow him.

You both swim past this beach, to the next one, which is much quieter. The beach is only a few metres wide, and hidden from prying eyes thanks to some rocky cliffs which dominate the landscape and separate it from the neighboring beaches.

"Lie down," Aaron whispers, as you reach the shallowest part of the water. "Let me lay all my love on you."

You sigh happily and lean back, resting on the warm sand as the waves lap at your calves, and Aaron's warm hands start to roam your body, his tongue parting your lips.

#i need to rewatch this actually #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #my writing #reader insert #fanfic #hotch x reader

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Creature Feature

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Alexandria era / AU / NSFW

A/N: My first smut ever and it has very ..ehh ..monstrous content. Yeah. Enjoy!

"Ya really into that stuff?" Daryl's voice sounded mocking as he snapped his finger at Dog and pointed for him to head out into the garage and leave them alone.

"Just drop it, please. The others teased me enough already." You draped yourself over the couch. "I don't need you to judge me for it as well." Pouting you laid down, regretting sharing your old world interests with the other women.

"Ain't judgin' ya," He spoke, putting down the items he was fiddling with and walking towards you. "Hard to find girls who ain't scared of us." His demeanor had changed completely. Daryl was already an intimidating man, but right now he made you feel so small with how his voice came out in a low growl, towering over you in front of the couch. He leaned down, his hand next to your head against the back rest.

Eyes wide you stared at him. His lips forming a wide grin, more wicked than you had ever seen. It revealed his teeth, with a slight part letting his tongue slip out to lick his lips as the scruff on his chin seemed to thicken, his hair was definitely wilder than it was when you came in. As his tongue slipped back into his mouth, sets of fangs were clearly visible. An inhuman growl came from deep within him as his eyes shined an icy blue. "What is it?" A clawed finger reached below your chin as he licked your lips. "Too scared now that we're real?"

You were too stunned to speak. The others joked about having Daryl act out your fantasies affer confessing how hot and bothered you'd get over the old world's werewolf movies, They'd tease about how easy it would be for him to act all feral for you 'being the woodsman that he is' as they said. They were part of his original group so they had to know. They really meant this well.

The clawed hand at your chin moved to cup your cheek, carefully tracing the shell of your ear, soft enough not to scratch you. "They did mean well," he grumbled in your ear, giving you another small lick on your cheek. The next few words came out barely above a whisper.

"Yer good with this?" His thumb stopped at your lips as you muttered in agreement. His thumb pulled on your bottom lip as he licked you again, his tongue flat against your mouth. He kept lapping at you until you opened your mouth and stuck out your own tongue for him, a hand reaching up to comb through his hair. You touched his ear and mimiced his move, tracing the shell with your fingers. You felt it end in a large point.

With your hand on his pointed ear and your lip catching on one of his fangs the realization hit that this was really happening. Daryl practically on top of you and excitingly making out with you. And him so casually admitting he's werewolf? You tugged at his hair to catch your breath for a moment.

"Why are you doing this?" You had never noticed him being more than just friendly with you. Did he like you as well?

He pushed your shoulder so you laid down and got fully on top of you, his hand reaching down your shirt to rest on your side. "Wanna have ya for myself, bunny." He confessed, nipping and biting at the skin of your neck, his hand moving up your body and grabbing at your chest. "Wanna have all of ya." His voice became more and more of a growl. Your hands found the buttons on his shirt and undid them without a second thought. "Show me more of you," You whispered, pushing his shirt and vest off his shoulders. "Please."

He sat up and shrugged his clothes all the way off, staring down at you. "Ya really into this, ain't ya?" He let out a laugh as he undid the button of his pants and took them off for you. He returned to his place above you, grapping and pulling at your clothes untill you were in just your underwear. "There we go. Now I got some distraction." Ha pawed at your chest as he let out a low roar, whincing as fhe bones in his body started to crack. He held his forehead against yours and you could feel his face contort in pain, gross snapping sounds right next to your ear were accompanied by the feeling of the bones in his face shifting underneath his skin. He was panting hard as his arms couldn't hold him up anymore, dropping his full weight onto you and trapping you. His nose was pressed into your neck, grunting as he tried to push himself off you and failing. Roaring in pain with every single rib you felt snapping and expanding his chest against your own, the arm that had slid next to you pressed against your head as it gained mass. Claws that were still wrapped around your side now reaching more than halfway arounf your torso. The wet spot on your chest getting worse as his entire maw portruded against your throat, smearing it with bloodies drool.

Your hands moved to any place that you felt changing, rubbing the side of his head as his ears gained lenght, touching them to ease the pain. Your hand reaching as far down his spine as possible while he rutted against you whining in agony as the bones of his tail made its way through his skin, muscle knitting together around it and furred skin rapidly covering it entirely. Wherever your hands reached you felt disheveled fur over tense, thick muscle. Daryl was heaving like he had just ran to chase down a runaway horse, but he had finished changing completely. He grumbled like he tried to speak to you, clearly bothered with it not working. A monstrous laigh left his throat as he licked a large strip from your stomach up to your throat, lifting a large claw to tear through the fabric of your bra and panties.

A loud moan leff your lips as he lapped at one of your breasts, his paw moving down to your core but stopping right at the entrance not wanting to damage you with his claws. He brabbed your jaw to force open your moufh, drooling into your mouth and shoving his huge tongue down your throat. You grabbed at his fur at the sudden intrusion, bucking up your hips at him begging for attention. He pulled away to let you breath as he moved off the couch. He grabbed your thighs and laid his thick snout between your legs, rubbing his nose against your clit as he opened his mouth to lick at gour folds, tasting every last bit of you. The vibration of his content grumbling went straight to your core, pushing yourself up even closer and feeling his teeth scrape against your skin. He lifted your hips and opened his mouth, placing his jaws entirely over your core and stuck out his tongue, pushing it inside of you as far as he could reach and flexing it as he pumped it in and out of you until he felt your walls clench as you came around him.

Now it was you who was panting like they'd just ran a marathon. A wide grin full of sharp teeth appeared in your vision and you could almost hear him make a filthy comment in Daryl's gruff voice.

Your eyes followed his hand that moved down his body and wrapped around his scarily large cock. He stroked it once, twice, before lining it up with your soaked folds, pushing the tip pasf your entrance earning a soft cry from you. He nudged his snout against your cheek as he slowly pushed in, stretching you inch by inch and lapping up any tears that spilled from your eyes.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he thrusted in further than before. "Fuuckk.." Was all you could muster up at the moment while Daryl kept filling you up more with every small thrust. He had to restrain himself so bad, he wanted to rut into you with all he had but he'd hurt you for sure. It took a couple more thrusts for you to feel the base of his cock press against your folds, the large knot snug against your skin.

Large claws wrapped around gour chest, holding your entire ribcage as he lapped at your chest, toying with your nipples and started to slowly pull out and set a steady pace. One leg folded next to you on the couch and one holsing him up on the floor, he thrusted into you, havinf you gasping with every thrust. Your hands moved down your body to rest on your stomach where you coild feel your insides push and pull, the outline of Daryl's huge length clearly visible on the outside of your body. The claws held you tighter as his thrusts sped up having you cry out loud as you felt your insides bruise from the force alone. Pounding into you his licks moved back to your face again, this time to shove it down your throat again.

With the snapping of his hips and his tongue fucking your throat you whined and cried as you came around him again, gour walls clenching around him. His pace got sloppier and his groans got more desperate, his claws digging into your skin as he thrust into you hard a few times before snapping them so hard he pushed his full lenght in, knot included and finished deep inside of you.

He whined out loud as he came, rutting into you a couple more times before stilling and rolling around, pulling you on top of him.

You both laid there, cathing your breath, not speaking for a moment untill the quiet was interrupted by a grumble coming from right above your head.

"I know, I love you too, Daryl."

#daryl dixon x reader #twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #norman reedus #werewolf #werewolf daryl dixon #tw monsterfucking #werewolf x reader

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

mcu peter parker x stark reader with prompts 13 and 40 i feel like that could be so cute

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” + one of us is clearly smarter than the other

** keep sending request with this list here the 100 different kisses prompt list here

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''Where are you going?'' Tony raised an eyebrow, seeing you heading to the elevator. 

''Out. Peter and I are going to this double-feature screening of Star Wars,'' you explained.

You weren’t really into Star Wars, but Peter loved it - he had themed bed sheets and a couple of tee shirts -, so you got tickets and made it a date. It wasn’t much, but Peter was really excited when you showed him the tickets. 

The smallest things made him happy. 

As if on cue, the elevator ding-ed and the doors opened, revealing Peter. He walked out and began ranting. ''I’m late, I know. I’m really really sorry. I couldn’t find the shirt I wanted to wear and I was half way to the tower when May called me saying she forgot her keys at home. I had to go back and give her mine and- Mr. Stark. Hi.'' 

Tony turned his head in the new incomer’s direction. ''Underoos.'' 

You groaned, knowing what was going to happen. 

Why did Peter have to come up? You told him to wait in the lobby for this specific reason. Now, your dad was going to ask him a bunch of questions. 

''So, you’re taking my daughter out tonight?'' 

''Actually, Mr. Stark, Y/N is the one who planned this date.''

Tony hummed. ''Where are the two of you going? Will it be a public place?''

''Dad...'' 

He was not smooth at all with his questions. Even a ten-year-old would catch on that he was not-so-subtly make sure you and Peter wouldn’t sneak somewhere to have sex. As if you needed to do that to have sex. 

''I’m just making sure I know where you are in case we need Peter for an emergency mission-''

''Dad. Can you please stop with all the questions and the bullshit? Peter and I are gonna miss the movie.''

On the wall of the lounge, the large clock showed a quarter to six. The first movie was starting in twenty minutes.

Peter glanced in your direction, then back to Tony. ''If you don’t mind, Mr. Stark, I’m gonna go, because I have a date.''

''Yeah, you do that. Don’t make my daughter wait.'' Then, he gave him a warning look. ''You two better be back by 10.''

''It’s Friday night-''

''I said 10!''

After the double-feature, you and Peter walked back to the tower, as promised. There was ten minutes left before your curfew, so you pulled Peter to a quiet spot by the tower and kissed him. His lips tasted of the cherry slushie and the popcorn you had during the movies. 

After listening to him whisper to you about nerdy shit all night, you were really turned on. 

Peter’s right hand moved to the back of your head, and his left hand slipped around your lower back. He explored your mouth patiently, as if he planned on keeping you in this empty corner for the rest of the night. You summoned every last bits of willpower you could find in order to keep yourself from wrapping your arms and legs around him.   

Breaking from his mouth, you fisted his shirt in your hands, pulling him closer. ''If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.''

Peter raised his eyebrows. ''To bed? After that threatening look your dad gave me, I’m not sure I want to sneak in tonight.''

A grin curled on your lips, about to reveal to him your plan. ''Ever heard of this thing called a lock? F.R.I.D.A.Y. can’t do anything about manual locks. Think smarter, not harder.''

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x stark!reader #tom!peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #tony stark #marvel prompt #marvel mcu #tom holland #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu!peter parker #mcu!peter x reader #mcu imagines #MCU #mcu prompts

[gatorbites-imagines]

The request

“Hey! I think your doing him so if not just ignore this but could I get a Corey Cunningham x male reader we’re the reader is already a slasher and it’s basically like what happened with Michael and him but with the reader instead as well as them ending up in a relationship together?”

Corey Cunningham x Slasher male reader

Headcanons

(This gif makes me go feral omg)

Halloween ends spoilers, don’t want spoilers? Don’t read

Reader replaces Michael in this universe, the reader is still older than Corey just not as much. I might have really embraced the whole, Michael Myers is fear itself in this.

Tw for slasher things, like murder, blood, gore, that kinda stuff

-          Michael Myers still exists in this universe, but he dies before Halloween Kills, and instead if you who take his place. You couldn’t explain why you did it, you just felt like it was your duty to continue where Michael Myers left off.

-          You had been a normal person once, maybe too normal. Normal education, normal family, normal job, normal house. Everything was like… normal. You worked a job that paid not too little but not too much, and you lived alone after finishing university with normal grades.

-          You grew empty and felt nothing. You were empty and hollowed out of everything that made you human. That’s when you hurt yourself on accident. You had sliced a large cut across your palm when making dinner, and the sight of blood had flickered a spark in your chest you thought you had lost.

-          From then on you started hurting yourself just to feel something, and soon that wasn’t enough. You tried to hurt animals, but it didn’t give you the same spark as yourself. That night you killed your first human, and it was like what little was left of your humanity vanished.

  -          You put on a mask you had leftover from last years Halloween, a blank mask that had a shape that reminded you of an owl, sharp at the bottom with large round dark eyes.

-          That Halloween you massacred more people than you could count, and you didn’t care to count in the first place. The action of killing others made you feel alive like you never had before.

-          Your fun was cut short though, when you were attacked by the mob and they beat you, and ripped off your mask. Amongst the crowd of people, you saw your family, who all looked at you in fear and distraught, seeing their son become the cities new boogeyman.

-          You beat you and stabbed you until you could be nothing but dead, and as most people left you rose to your feet once more, killed the few people still there and dragged yourself away, the non-human feeling in your chest spreading throughout your entire body. Slowly you dragged yourself into the sewers and disappeared, your fire subdued as you went to lick your wounds.

-          What you didn’t know during your time in the sewers was that your future partner was born that night, during an accident.

  -          They called you many names, The predator, the Owl, the Bird of Prey. They never used your name, like rejecting to name you removed you from who you once were and made your old self into one of the Owls many victims.

-          Your family left Haddonfield and disappeared, not able to put up with the shame and disgust that was given to them by the rest of the city after what you did.

-          Things continue like the movie, and you end up dragging Corey in the sewers, watching from your crack in the wall as the curly haired man slowly woke up and staggered around. As he staggered past you, you lurched from the shadows and grabbed him by the throat, your hand covering most of his throat as you choked him.

-          Corey looked deeply into the bottomless shadows that were the eyes of your mask, and you saw the fears and deeply buried darkness in him. As you dropped him, he fled, and you felt it when he killed the homeless man, the acting sending a shiver through your body as if you had been the one to do the kill.

  -          It continues like the movie and you both kill Doug, Allyson’s boss, and her coworker. You couldn’t help but feel what must be jealousy whenever Allyson is mentioned, or you kill for her. And as Corey falls further and further into his darkness his attraction to Allyson disappears.

-          Instead, the two of you are drawn more and more together. Instead of stealing your mask, Corey gets your help in killing the bullies who gave him the cut on his hand, whilst Corey wears his own mask, it’s like a higher quality scarecrow mask, more like a sack pulled over his head with dark bottomless eyes and a sewn-on smile.

 -          That Halloween Haddonfield doesn’t go into chaos like the movie, and Laurie and Allyson are left alive. Even the radio guy is still alive. As morning comes the two of you retreat to the sewers for another year, neither of you human enough anymore to need sunlight, food, or water.

-          Down in the darkness of the sewers you and Corey hold each other, your masks pressed together as if your lips could meet through the material. Corey runs his tongue over the inside of his mask, some part of his brain knowing you are doing the same and shivering at the action.

-          In the past you might have removed your masks, but now it didn’t feel right, like taking the mask off was the biggest wrong one could commit in the world.

-          And so, you spent the next year with only each other, in the darkness, hands running all over one another and grabbing and pulling, your masks pressed together in some type of kiss, as you waited.

-          Waited for the next Halloween, where the Owl and the Scarecrow would descend upon Haddonfield once more, and rake in all the sacrifices they wanted before disappearing until the next year once again.

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[oleksiak-pettersson]

This blurb comes from my old blog. the only reason I was able to salvage it is @leafsbabe who had reblogged it. Hanna, I love you!

Based on an anon: Kylieeeees, will you write something about Auston and the GQ interview he just did?

shoutout to @brockadoodles who is no longer active for the gif

“Babe!” He calls out.

You’re startled slightly at his voice, eyes flitting to the time on your laptop, he shouldn’t be done with his interview just yet. You shift slightly on the couch to look at his large frame in the doorway.

“Yeah Aus?” You inquire, eyeing his outfit. He looks especially soft today and you can’t wait for his interview to be finished so you can curl into his lap and watch a movie.

“I need you to come with me babe,” he states, it’s evident he’s in a rush and you’re confused. 

“Why?” You question, barely shrugging the fuzzy blanket off of yourself. You’re too comfy to move and he probably just needs help adjusting his camera angle again. 

“Please, babe,” he pouts, plump lips pursed in a way that makes you want to get up and kiss him crazy. 

“Fine,” you draw out, lazily lifting yourself from the couch, letting your blanket pool on the couch in a pile. 

He smiles victorious, holding his hand out for you. You accept his grip without hesitation. He leads you back to the kitchen area, his camera set up and you can see his random things set up along the table. Among the strewn objects are his hockey stick, his deodorant and his body pillow.

You chuckle at the sight of his body pillow, the amount of times you’ve come home late only to find him canoodling the damn thing. You’d be jealous if he hadn’t stolen a sweater or two of yours to cover the pillow with while he’s on the road.

“Okay, you’ve got me here,” you laugh, watching as he adjusts the camera. “What did you need me for?”

“Get on the table please.” Auston demands, turning to sit behind the table with no further explanation.

You don’t bother to question him, instead humouring him by doing exactly as he commands. “A please wouldn’t kill you.” You tease, turning to poke your tongue out at him. 

He just laughs, blowing you a kiss and winking but failing. It’s charming and your heart swoons at his dorkiness. He turns serious though, facing back towards the camera. You do the same, hands crossed in your lap where you sit on the edge of the table.

“So the number one thing in the world I can’t live without,” Auston smiles at the camera. “Is this gorgeous lady right here.”

Your heart skips a beat, Auston is rarely this soft for you on social media. You’re lucky if he posts a little picture for your birthday. You understand though, he doesn’t want you getting exposed to any hate.

“My girlfriend Y/N is my rock. She constantly inspires me to be myself and be the best version of myself. As cheesy as it sounds, she is my person and I don;t know where I’d be without her. I spend very waking moment thinking about her, how I can make her smile or make her laugh. Her laugh is literally the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.” His voice has softens and though you don’t turn to look at him, you know he’s watching you.

You close your eyes, fighting the tears that threaten to form at his sweet sentiment. 

“I look forward to waking up with her everyday of my life. She is everything. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to have a bunch of little Matthews and grow old with this woman. She makes me happier than I've ever been.” 

Your eyes are closed, heart beating so fast you can actually hear it. When your eyes open again, Auston is kneeling in front of you. There’s a gorgeous ring in his hands and you’ve probably never seen a bigger smile on his face before.

“So, Y/N Y/LN, will you do me the honour of being my wife?” He asks, you can tell he’s also tearing up slightly with joy.

“Yes, Auston, yes.” You cry, jumping from the table to throw yourself into his arms. You briefly think thank god you chose to wear makeup today.

Auston envelops you in his arms and his lips are against yours before you can even process it. You melt into his hold. The camera is still rolling and you really hope they edit this out.

When Auston pulls away, he slips the gorgeous ring down your finger and you can't help but marvel at it. He smiles down at your hand as well, bringing his hand to hold your and stroke his thumb over the gemstone.

He turns to the camera once again. “So, I guess what I should say is that I can’t live without my gorgeous fiancée.” 

The smile on his face says it all.

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #kylie writes hockey #kylies blurbs #nhl imagine #hockey imagine