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#but i'm really shooting to finish it this weekend or next
luveline · 8 months
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I would love to do a request if you would like! Some sort of Spencer Reid x Reader where the reader is super bad ass, tough, doesn’t show much emotion is kind of cold to others but has the biggest soft spot for Spencer!! 🫶🏻
thanks for your request lovey, I would love to write more of this pairing if you have any more requests ♡ fem!reader
"Here comes the ice queen," Morgan mutters, turning his chair away from the walkway. 
You walk down the steps from Hotch's office. Whether you were praised or reprimanded is anybody's guess —your face never gives anything away. Spencer doesn't necessarily agree with the way Morgan's categorised you, but he isn't wrong either. You're like Hotch in temperament, if Hotch were soft on only Spencer. 
That might have something to do with why Spencer won't call you cold. You're never cold with him. 
"What did boss man want?" Morgan asks. 
"If it were your business, Morgan, I'm sure you'd already know." You don't say it spitefully, but it's far from a warm answer.
Spencer honestly asks just to piss Morgan off, "Everything okay?" 
You visibly soften. Walking past Morgan without notice, you pause by Spencer's desk, your voice quieter, gentler. "Don't worry, Spence, everything's fine. You still reading that book about sex crimes in Arizona?" 
"I finished it. Doesn't take long." 
"No, you're fast," you agree. "What are you gonna read next?" 
It's amazing how swiftly you shift gears. Your body language totally changes, your shoulders slouching toward him, your hand open and resting on the back of his chair as if you might touch his hair. Morgan shoots Reid a look that says, What is happening right now?
"I was thinking about reading up on the Milk Killer, from 1954. He tried to give his victims blood transfusions high in lactose in an attempt to cure intolerance." 
Even Spencer admits that that sounds boring, but your face lights up with genuine interest. "That could be good. You'll have to tell me how it goes." 
"Sure." Spencer squints at you. "You have something on your face." 
"Yeah?" you ask, and Morgan goes wild behind you, dipping back in his chair in disbelief at your breathless tone. "What is it? Can you get it for me?" 
You bend a little and Spencer wipes the lint from your face sweetly. He wonders if he should be blushing, your affection for him as clear as it is, but for once, Spencer Reid feels smug. He can melt someone that Morgan can't. "All gone," he says. Smugness aside, you're a friend (and maybe a little more than that).
"Thanks, Spence," you say, popping a kiss against his cheek. "You saved me from embarrassing myself." 
Morgan clears his throat. You barely move, your hands twisting behind your back. "Hey, lovergirl," he says, making himself heard. 
"What, Morgan?" you ask, finally looking away from Spencer's pinking cheeks. 
"You have something," he says, pointing at the corner of his mouth. 
"So?" you ask indifferently. You turn back to Spencer as though nothing occurred. "Do you want to go to the movies again this weekend? They're playing a silent film. I think you'll like it." 
Spencer smiles genuinely. It's not his main concern, but it's definitely an added bonus to hear Morgan's sighed, "Are you kidding?" as he nods vehemently. 
"I'd love to," Spencer says. 
"Okay. It's a date," you say, smiling at him so nicely it feels like he can't breathe. 
"What's a date?" Emily asks as she returns from the kitchenette, eyebrows jumping. 
"It's a marker used to denote the day or month within a year," you say primly. "I have to go make copies for Hotch." 
You don't say goodbye. Morgan likes you, really, in the same way you like Morgan, so he gives Spencer a dazed look followed by a small smile. "Good luck with that." 
Spencer looks over his shoulder to follow your figure as you carry a box of reports to the photocopier. "I don't think I need luck," he murmurs. You glare at the copier, clicking one of its buttons aggressively. "She's nicer than you guys think." 
"Sure."
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nolita-fairytale · 7 months
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don’t want to walk alone | carmen ‘carmy' berzatto | chapter three: september
summary: the moment we've all be waiting for: you and carmy get married.
warnings: swearing, eventual smut, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov, she/her pronouns
wc: 7.1k
listen to: the official don't want to walk alone playlist. there is SO much music in this chapter, so per the playlist, it starts with 'it takes two' and ends with 'love story.'
a/n: ok so this chapter was a behemoth to write and i am in fact in love with it. it's taken me days, really weeks, to get what i wanted out of it and i still feel like i could've gone deeper. however, i'm also kind of just happy to have this out in the world and give these two the wedding they wanted me to give them. each moment was curated and thought out, down to the music selection so this chapter is really just a product of me stewing on this idea for quite a bit of time. this is a part of my make my heart surrender universe so check out the masterlist if you haven't read the series! next up? their long weekend at the langham where we really get carmy x reader and moments for just them. please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.
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“It takes two to make a thing go riiiiight.”
You never pictured the night before your wedding like this, you think to yourself, as you listen to Fak sing, to the best of his ability in a somewhat-decent falsetto, along to the 90s hip hop classic. 
Hell, you’re not sure you really ever pictured your wedding, but as you sit, surrounded by the people you love, you can’t see it going any other way than this. You watch as Richie rallies up as many people as he can for shots of Mallort, recounting that infamous morning at Ceres – a story he’s told over and over again, yet still manages to tell as animated and boisterously as the first time you heard it. 
You groan as you watch Richie successfully convince Gary to take a shot with him, Gary’s face twisting into a look of disgust in response to the foul taste of the Chicago liquor, as Sugar reminds him that he should know better by now. 
Carmy gives your knee a squeeze while simultaneously brushing off Richie’s attempt at shoving a shot in his direction. You laugh, a warm feeling filling you to the brim (could be the beer, could be being surrounded by your people), while Sydney jumps right into her best Rob Base impression. 
It just so happens that your continuously put-off ‘let’s shoot for next month’ karaoke plans with a few staff members from The Bear coincided with plans to go out with friends before the wedding, which is how you’ve found yourself here. 
After a lovely dinner at The Bear, your parents went back to the hotel for the night, insisting that you two go and have your fun. And as much as you would’ve loved to have brought your mother-who-has-a-doctorate-in-music-theory to karaoke night, she much preferred a good night’s sleep. 
The crowded bar claps enthusiastically as Fak and Sydney wrap up their song, finishing their truly-made-up-only-for-comedy dance moves. You giggle, exchanging another glance with Carmy, as your friends take their bows, before shuffling off of the stage. 
You hear the loud boom of the emcee’s voice through the microphone as he says:
“And up next we got… Tina!”
“Let’s go, T!” you shout through hands crowded around your mouth, in an effort to increase your volume of sound. 
Carmy cheers, clapping his hands together as Richie enthusiastically chants Tina’s name while Tina makes her way to the stage. 
“This is gonna be good,” Sugar nudges you, from where you are, seated in between the Berzatto siblings. 
You nod your head in agreement before settling in a little closer to Carmy. 
“The queen, herself,” Sydney remarks, gesturing towards the stage as she and Fak both return to your table. Sydney pulls up a chair next to where you and Carmy sit while Fak joins Richie on the other side of it. “And the ONLY act that could follow our exceptional performance.” 
“Well, exactly,” you agree, playfully. 
You exchange a laugh with Syd, while Carmy playfully rolls his eyes at the two of you. 
The crowded bar room goes quiet as soon as Tina reaches the stage, smiling nervously as she grabs the mic. 
“This one goes out to our favorite Jeffrey. And his lady Jeff,” she begins, earning a round of cheers and hollers from the group you’re with. Tina blows a kiss you and Carmy’s way, before nodding at the emcee to begin. 
“I love you guys.”
You hear the beginning notes of the iconic Etta James tune, gasping in anticipation of her song:
“at last my love has come along my lonely days are over and life is like a song.”
You sigh in admiration, a hand over your heart as Tina continues to sing. Her voice is powerful, soulful – perfect for the song, really – as she continues into the second verse. 
“at last the skies above are blue my heart was wrapped up in clover the night I looked at you.”
This time, it’s Carmy who steals a glance your way, his mind taken back to that fateful night at a bar in Hell’s Kitchen, when he spilled his drink on you so many years ago. You’re entranced, enchanted, with Tina’s performance, and he thinks to himself, that maybe this is the best it’s ever going to get: being here with you, getting to love you, on the cusp of promising you ‘forever’ tomorrow. 
Never had he expected that you’d make it this far. You’d always been so much cooler than him – well-liked, talented, funny – in and out of the kitchen, that he had no idea how the hell he was supposed to talk to you without vomiting all over your shoes out of nerves. 
He can remember that night so vividly: standing there in the restroom of the bar he can barely remember the name of, while you stood across from him with the kind of glare on your face he swore could kill him. But you didn’t, and after many attempts to push you away, you asked him to be your friend, deeming it the day that started it all – a friendship that would teeter the line of friendship and something more, one that would bloom into the greatest love he’s ever known. As much as he hates to give Nate fucking Walker any kind of credit, he’ll the be first in line to say he’s glad the jagoff pushed him into you, setting it all in motion. 
You can see that Carmy’s become distracted, lost in thought as the song finishes, something behind your favorite pair of blue eyes as the entire bar ignites into a huge round of celebratory claps for Tina’s performance. 
You look up over at him, setting your beer bottle down on the table before leaning over to whisper in his ear.
“I can hear you thinkin’ over there, Berzatto,” you tease him quietly, pulling him from his trip down memory lane. “It’s only the night before the biggest day of your life. Relax.”
Carmy rolls his eyes playfully in response, but before he can properly respond to your jab, the emcee has begun introducing the next karaoke singers to the stage. 
“Alright. Looks like I’ve got uh… three singers here this time,” the emcee says, his voice cutting sharply through the crowd of remaining cheers. “Let’s welcome Sydney back to the stage with… Sugar and… the bride to be!” 
“What!?” you exclaim, your eyes wide with surprise as Sydney jumps to her feet.  
“But I didn’t-,” you begin to protest, as Sugar pulls you to your feet, tugging on your arm. 
“Oh there’s no way in hell we’re letting you sit this one out,” Sugar orders you, as Sydney rushes to your side, ushering you towards the stage. 
“Yeah this was your idea!” Sydney simultaneously reminds you. 
“Babe! Help!” you call out to Carmy, only to be met with a shrug and a look that says ‘don’t think I could if I tried.’ 
“Oh, he’s in on this,” Sydney adds, which does explain why he didn’t even attempt to help you when your friends began dragging you out of your chair. “So don’t even think about asking him for help.”
“Wh-? But I don’t even know what we’re singing!” you continue to protest, looking from Sugar to Sydney as they push you onto the stage with them. 
“Trust,” Sydney reassures you, her face serious, while Nat slides a sash over you (one you’ve refused to wear all night) that has the word, ‘BRIDE’ printed over it in huge gold lettering. You groan, sending a glare in Nat’s direction, even though you know it’s all in good fun. 
You hear Richie shout, while Fak and Marcus clap loudly, and Carmy laughs, shouting words of encouragement your way. 
You know there’s no use in putting up a fight, especially since this was your idea anyways, as you begrudgingly take one of the three wireless mics. Before you can ask once more, what the hell Syd and Nat signed the three of you up to sing, a distinct slide of piano keys comes in, lighting up the karaoke screen in front of you. 
You grin immediately, in recognition, and to your two best friend’s delight, as they smile too, raising the mics to your lips to sing:
“friday night and the lights are low looking out for a place to go where they play the right music getting in the swing you come to look for a king.”
You laugh as your friends point towards Carmy on the last line. The three of you continue to sing the next part with reckless abandon, and all is forgiven. 
You could care less about how the three of them conspired against you to get you up here. All that matters now is that you’re here, singing one of your favorite songs with your best friends, grooving and dancing to the ABBA classic, as you prepare to marry your best friend. 
“you can dance you can jive having the time of your life ooh, see that girl watch that scene digging the dancing queen.”
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"what good is love without any strings?" dayglow, 'close to me'
“Baby.”
Carmy groans in response, as soon as he hears the low hum of your voice. 
“Good morning,” you say, a soft smile on your face as you watch him begin to blink his eyes open. 
Carmy turns his head towards you, and he can’t believe he gets to wake up to this – to you – every single day. 
“Hey,” he says back, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “Good Morning, sweetheart.” 
“Guess what?” you ask him with the kind of glee and anticipation as a kid on Christmas morning. 
“Hmm?” he hums, as you smooth a hand over his chest, your body pressed against his side as you look at your soon-to-be husband. 
“We’re getting married today,” you grin, a giddiness that bubbles inside of you. 
“‘S that so?” he mumbles, playfully. 
“Uh huh,” you nod with a chuckle, this time playing along. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”
Instead of replying with words, Carmy swiftly wraps an arm around you, before flipping you so that you’re the one on your back this time. You let out of a shriek and a laugh as he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before adding:
“How could I ever?”
You shrug casually, “Weeeelll…. you just have so much going on up there.” You reach up to where Carmy hovers above you, brushing a golden curl out of his eyes as you continue your little dance. 
“You know, between the restaurant and all that time spent being a genius,” you joke, bantering with Carmy. “Don’t know how you have the time to remember silly little things like wedding dates and what not.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Carmy laughs, shaking his head incredulously, before pressing another kiss, this one much deeper to your lips again. 
And this time, as he pulls away, he gives you one of those languid looks that pierces right through your soul replying much more seriously this time with:
“I could never forget you.”
The way he says it with such conviction takes your breath away, and you know that Carmy means it. The double meaning isn’t lost on him either. 
It’s one of the reasons he called you all those years ago to come teach Marcus; it’s why you ended up in Chicago:
Because as much as he tried, as damn good at compartmentalizing as he’d always been, he really could never forget you. Carmy shakes his head once more, a playful smile on his face as he leans down to kiss you again, wondering when the hell he got this fuckin’ sentimental. As he places his mouth over yours, you’re more than happy to switch gears into doing this dance for a little longer. 
 Carmy traces light shapes against your skin, his mouth pouring love into yours with every kiss, with every drag of his tongue. You gasp as he grinds his hips into yours, making it clear where he’d like this all to go. You pull away, only for a moment, giggling cheekily. 
“Babe, I-,” you begin to protest, as Carmy chuckles, continuing to kiss you with zero intention of stopping “We… we’re going to be late.” This time, you feel his hands snake underneath the t-shirt you’ve been sleeping in, sending chills down your spine. 
“And-, Carm-, I-, I have to do my hair for-, … and what about-, my parents, they’ll-,” you stammer through, your thoughts becoming all kinds of disorganized with the way Carmy’s lips move against your neck this time. 
“I’ll be quick,” he answers with an aplomb you didn’t know he had in him. 
“I don’t know if that’s the flex you think it is,” you tease him as his hands begin to cup your breasts, your body responding with an involuntary arch of your back. 
“How fast I can make you come? I think it might be?” he murmurs against your lips, cockily.  
“Carmy,” you moan, as he begins to pull your t-shirt up higher, making it incredibly difficult to think of your to-do list for much longer. 
“Oh fuck it,” you sigh, deciding that, perhaps there’s no harm in getting the honeymoon started a little early anyways. 
“That’s my girl,” Carmy whispers against you, grinning like a Cheshire cat as you surrender to him. 
And he’s right about this too. 
How fast he can make you cum deserves all kinds of bragging rights, awards – a Nobel Peace prize, even – and you’re not sure why you thought getting a head start on doing your hair would’ve been the better idea in the first place. You spend the morning in the arms of the man you plan to spend forever with as he writes love letters, promises to give you the world, declarations of adoration with the pleasure he brings you. And besides, you’re not running all that behind on time anyways – something you realize, as the two of you get out of the shower (a round two, really). 
It takes a little longer than expected – mostly due to the fact that you and Carmy can’t seem to keep your hands off of each other – but against all odds, the two of you pull up to the courthouse right on time. 
It’s a sight for sore eyes: you, running hand in hand with your husband-to-be in a white, halter-cut wedding dress while Carmy follows along, in a classic black suit – no tie around the neck – as the two of you hurry into the courthouse. 
Sure, you could’ve tried to get here early – saved a little time and stress – but where’s the fun in that?
The two of you approach your families, hand in hand, to the sounds of your heels clicking against the marble floors of City Hall. The actual ceremony at City Hall, you’d both decided, would be family only. 
Since you weren’t making a huge deal of it, you viewed this part as necessary paperwork, while the party itself could function as the ceremony and reception. But as soon as you see the look on your parents’ faces, you know this is more than just a few signed papers. You watch as their faces change, from impatient, waiting, eager, to in awe and emotional as you walk towards them. 
You hear Ava shout your name, immediately dropping her dad’s hand as she runs towards you. 
“Ava!!” you exclaim, bending down in your heels and white dress to scoop her up into a hug. You spin her around, just for a moment, before setting her back down on the floor. 
“You look like a princess,” she says, completely in awe, her eyes wide as she looks up at you. 
“You look like a princess, sweetie,” you reply, before giving her another hug. “And you know I can’t wait to hear your song, right?” 
“I picked the best one,” she grins, proudly. 
“I’m sure you did,” you reply confidently, with a playful wink. 
“Oh-ho! Pay up, Rick,” Sugar mutters smugly, to Richie, as Carmy busies himself with greeting both of your parents.
Richie groans, muttering something profane as he not-so-discreetly hands Nat a $20 bill, earning a quizzical look from both of your parents that travels from Carmy and then to you. 
“Sorry,” Richie apologizes, this time directing this one towards your parents as he holds up both hands, respectfully bowing his head. 
You send a playful glare Richie’s way, earning a sardonic laugh from Natalie, as you push right past him and over to your parents. 
“Oh sweetie,” your mom gasps, pulling you in for a tight squeeze. 
“Hi, Mom,” you grin, as you hug her. “Dad!”
“My God, honey, you look beautiful,” your dad says, as it’s his turn next. You hug your dad, exchanging a few words about the morning, asking how they slept, how the hotel is, as your mom and Carmy hug it out. 
This time, he turns his attention towards Carmy, so you release him, letting the two of them have their moment. 
Taking your chance, while your parents are otherwise distracted, you make your way over to where Sugar and Richie stand. 
“What? You guys were betting on whether or not we’d be late?” you ask Sugar, an eyebrow quirked in Richie’s direction. 
“Listen,” Sugar sighs, cupping your face in her hands, endearingly. “You and Carm are nothing if not consistent.” You exchange a laugh with your almost-sister-in-law because you know she’s right. “And for the record, I bet that you’d be-.”
“Just in time!” the judge says, as he approaches the six of you, slipping his judge robe over his shoulders, black leather fold pressed against his chest. “You guys ready to get started?”
Carmy looks over at you, as if he’s waiting for you to take the lead here, and you nod, before the both of you turn back to the judge. 
“Yes.” 
“Great,” he smiles, clapping his hands together once. “Then let’s get you two married!”
"sooner or later, you'll find yourself right where you were, on the corner went looking for her, she had somethin' to tell you, she can't quite remember, but wait for a second, it always comes back to her, you always come back to her." -- the japanese house, 'morning pages'
And after dotting all appropriate i’s and crossing all necessary t’s, with one signed marriage license later, you, Carmy, your parents, Richie and Ava, Sugar, and Judge Thompson find yourself on the green roof of City Hall. 
Carmy stands across you, his hands in yours, offering you a lifetime with one look from the most expressive blue orbs you’ve ever found yourself in. 
“If you’d like to say something, if you prepared any vows… now would be the time,” Judge Thompson says, offering you and Carmy both the space to do so. 
“Oh I think we-,” you begin, ready to decline the opportunity since you figured you’d save it for the reception. 
“Actually uh, yeah. Can we?” Carmen interjects, sending you a look of reassurance. 
“Of course,” Judge Thompson nods, giving you and Carmy the floor. 
“Carm, I didn’t prepare anything for-,” you begin, but he’s quick to put your mind and heart at ease and he interjects with:
“It’s okay. I did.”
“Oh.”
You hadn’t expected this, since you both agreed you’d save any kind of speeches that may or may not happen today during the reception. But as Carmy’s palms grow clammier, a nervous look in his eyes as he searches for the words he’s practiced over the last few days, it becomes clear that he’s been planning this. 
“As you know… I’m not always great with words,” he begins, almost apologetically, letting out a small laugh as he looks to Richie for reassurance. In turn, Richie gives Carmy a sympathetic nod, and you’re practically melting over the fact that he probably asked Richie for help with this. 
Let it rip.
 “I just uh-,” Carmy stammers, because he really, really wants to get this right. “Well, I’ll keep it brief.” He takes a breath, letting all of his nerves out on the exhale before beginning again. 
Let it rip, buddy.
“I have loved you for so long – I think maybe since the day you brought me soup after I uh… you know, spilled my drink on you,” he states, earning the sweetest laugh from you, your friends, and family that came to witness. 
“-- so I promise to love you for even longer, for forever. You changed my life.”
You exhale, trying your best not to cry right here and now, thankful for the mysterious powers of waterproof mascara. 
“Jeez, no pressure,” you joke, dryly, before taking another breath, this time approaching your words with much more seriousness.
“Carmen. I’m so happy… that I changed your life,” you begin, cheekily, earning a laugh from your witnesses once more. “Because you changed mine. And I promise to love you forever.” 
‘I love you,’ Carmy mouths to you, before nodding towards the judge to signal that you’re both done with your vows. 
“Alright then,” Judge Thompson smiles, looking from you and then to Carmen, before uttering the question that will change the course of your life forever. 
“I do,” Carmy replies, his voice even, sure, ready. 
Natalie steps up this time, handing Carmy your ring, and you watch, teary eyed and full hearted as he slides it onto your left ring finger. 
“And do you take Carmen Anthony Berzatto to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Judge Thompson repeats the question, this time for you to answer. 
“Yeah, why the hell not?” you reply, earning a groan from your mother and a playful chuckle from your father. 
“Yes. I do.” 
At Richie’s encouragement, it’s Ava this time who steps up, handing you Carmy’s ring, with the sweetest most excited smile on her face as she looks from you to Carmy. You thank her, before returning your attention to Carmy once more. His eyes search your face, and there’s something so soft, so genuine in them that you think you’re going to cry as you help him put on his new piece of jewelry as well. 
“Then by the power vested in me by the State of Illinois, I now pronounce you, husband and wife,” Judge Thompson concludes, contently.
“Should we-, do we kiss?” Carmy asks, looking from you to Judge Thompson. 
“I’m just a civil servant but you may, yes,” he answers lightheartedly. 
“Let’s go for it,” you shrug, taking a step towards Carmy. 
Instead of answering, he smiles, stepping towards you before planting one on you in front of your friends and family that were invited to this brief ceremony. 
While Sugar claps gleefully, Richie claps along muttering a ‘get a room,’ while you remind Carmy to keep it PG enough for your parents. You giggle, slowly pulling away from the kiss that begins the rest of your life with the man that you love. 
“We did it, baby. We’re married,” you chuckle, in disbelief. 
“Finally,” Carmy sighs, and you can see his smile from his lips to the crinkles in the corners of his eyes. 
It doesn’t take long for your mom to usher both you and Carmy over to a spot in the garden she thinks will be best for pictures, just as the photographer arrives. She wasn’t wrong when she insisted you hire one, that you’d want to remember this day for the rest of your life. The photographer, who is incredibly talented, gets the shots needed up here in the garden, then downstairs, and outside, before you’re all off to Sugar’s place for the reception. 
As you and Carmy sit in the car, having taken a separate one than your parents, you’re giddy with anticipation. 
It’s all so surreal. 
Never in his life did Carmy picture it ever getting this good, but as he looks over at you, your head resting on his shoulder, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, smiling to himself. 
“We did it, sweet girl. We’re married,” he says, repeating your words from earlier. 
“Yeah,” you grin, lifting your head off of his shoulder. 
“We are, Bear.”
"give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be la vie en rose."
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“No, Sugar! That’s not supposed to go out yet. Everything’s goin’ out family style. Let’s just take out the apps for-,” Carmy exclaims, stressed over the execution of your wedding reception-slash-brunch, because he just can’t help himself. 
“Fuckin’ Christ, Bear!” she snaps at her brother. “Will you calm down and let us handle this?” 
“I just want everything to-,” Carmy begins, his face blushing a shade darker. 
“To go right. We know. And we know we’re just taking out apps, alright? Everyone else is outside, and everyone’s having a good time so just… relax,” she suggests, her tone serious because she’s just about to kick Carmy out of the kitchen. 
Carmy shifts nervously, hyper-fixating on the happenings of the kitchen, his eyes tracking the movements of one of his caterer, Derek’s, sous chefs. It’s almost as if he needs to give himself a distraction as he asks, blankly:
“Do you uh… you think Mom is actually gonna show?”
Sugar pauses, the question throwing her. 
“I… I don’t know. I called her yesterday. She never picked up. What do you think?” she replies, her voice quiet. 
With your encouragement, you and Carmy had sent his mother an invitation to the brunch, only it’s been Sugar who’s followed up with her. 
“We did what we needed to and if she doesn’t come, then she doesn’t come. I’m not pushin’ it,” Carmy had explained, justifying his actions, or rather, lack there of, to you. 
She’s doubtful, but Nat can’t help the tiny glimmer of hope she has in her heart that Donna might show, even if she knows it’s unrealistic. In fact, her mom had barely been interested in stopping by as of late, ever since she’d told the Berzatto matriarch that she was pregnant. She keeps telling herself that it doesn’t matter – that it’s probably better if Donna doesn’t show – but it doesn’t help ease the disappointment she feels about the situation as a whole. 
“Doubt it, honestly. Never even got an RSVP so,” Carmy shrugs, his eyes following one of the caterers as the woman plates a few Hors d'oeuvres on a large serving platter. 
Before Sugar can say anything else about their mom, Carmy’s impulse takes over as he opens his mouth to give feedback to one of Derek’s assistants. 
“Carmy!” she snaps, blocking his pathway with her body, before repeating one more time:
“Let. Us. Handle this.”
“I mean, are any of us actually surprised, Nat?” Sydney adds, as soon as she enters the kitchen from where she’s been outside in the backyard, in search of another plate to bring out. “He’s a control freak! We know this!”
“I-,” Carmy starts, knowing it’s no use protesting, as both Sugar and Syd begin guiding him out of the kitchen and into the living room. 
“C’mon, Carm. Why don’t you go see what your wife is up to?” Sydney suggests, emphasizing your new title, earning a snicker from Natalie. 
“Who’s wife? This wife?” you ask, as soon as your feet hit the bottom of the staircase. 
“Woah,” is all Carmy says. He can’t help but stare, gawking at you in your new dress. 
You’ve changed out of your near-floor length wedding dress into a sleeveless white blazer dress that’s much more friendly to hanging out with your friends and family outside, kept your hair the same, and put on one of those super stay red lipsticks that you’re eager to put through its paces. 
It’s as if time stops when he sees you, and Sugar and Syd both notice, using this time to retreat back to their duties. The only thing that can break his focus right now is the way that you let a carefree laugh fly from your lips, as soon as you see that Natalie’s using the future baby’s baby gate that Nat must’ve purchased early, to officially block Carmy from coming back to the kitchen. 
“What?” Carmy asks, only to be met with a gesture towards what Natalie is doing. 
He frowns, immediately seeing the baby gate his sister has put up. 
“You know, I’m not a baby,” he pouts at his sister. 
“Then stop acting like one!” she parries right back, before disappearing into the kitchen to help out your caterer. 
Quick to console your husband, you wrap your arms around your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. 
“They’re only trying to make sure we have a good time, Bear,” you offer, sympathetically, only to be met with a heavy sigh because you know it feels near-impossible for him not to be in the kitchen. 
“You trust Derek right?” you ask this time, referring to the caterer that Carmy hand-picked for your wedding. 
“Yeah,” he nods. 
“Okay. Then let’s go out there. Make our grand entrance,” you suggest, a playful smile on your lips. 
“Yeah,” Carmy nods again, this time a little more sure about taking a step away from what’s happening inside the kitchen. You take his hand, leading him towards the back door that opens up to the backyard. 
You’re truly amazed at what everyone involved has been able to do this morning, while you and Carmy were off at the courthouse getting married. Long tables pushed together and covered with tablecloths function as the main attraction of the you-and-Carmy-wedding-reception-brunch, filled with ceramic plates, printed menus, apps on serving platters, taper candles and flowers in all kinds of little to big vases. 
The minute the two of you enter the backyard area that’s been transformed into a wedding venue, you’re met with cheers, ooo’s and aaaaah’s, claps, and congratulations by your friends and family. 
“Sugar really knocked this out of the park,” Carmy says, in awe as he takes in the scene. “Okay, fine. I’ll just have to trust, I guess.”
You nod, happy to hear the confidence in his voice as you agree, “That’s my guy!”
There’s a banner that hangs across a much smaller table, the one that holds the stunning wedding cake Marcus has made for you that reads, Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Berzatto.
“See? I told you I couldn’t wait to be Mrs. Berzatto,” you joke with Carmy, as the two of you walk hand in hand towards the table. 
“I think I like the sound of that more than I should,” Carmy smirks, a glimmer in his eyes that says ‘I can’t wait to get you alone.’
“Can’t wait for you to show me later,” you wink, referring to the long weekend you plan on spending with Carmy as a pre-honeymoon. “C’mon. We should probably go say hello.” 
“So… you two married now or what?” Marcus asks, as soon as the two of you approach the table. 
You hold up your left hand, showing off your new ring, earning grins and more cheers from your friends and family. 
“That’s what I’m talking about!” he celebrates, while Tina simultaneously and enthusiastically cries out: “Congratulations, babies!”
The plan is to divine and conquer. While you chat with Gary, Carmy lets himself become enveloped in Tina’s arms and praise, as the two of you make your way down the table saying hello to your guests: your parents, Marcus, Tina, Ebra, Fak, Gary, a few others from the restaurant, while. 
Carmy’s glad you decided to keep this wedding small: close friends and family only, because he’s not sure he could’ve done any more of this. It’s just close friends from the restaurant and your parents. You’d even decided earlier that this weekend would be chill enough that you’d celebrate with Maya and Liz a few months later when you and Carmy stop in New York before the official honeymoon, planning another celebration with your New York people for later. 
Besides, you don’t mind celebrating you and Carmy a few more times, after all. 
Finally, you’re both able to settle into the empty chairs seated right next to your parents in the middle of the table labeled ‘bride’ and ‘groom.’ It’s a Saturday well spent, being celebrated by some of your favorite people in the world on a day you made a promise to your favorite person in the world. It doesn’t take long for everyone in the kitchen to join you at the table: Sugar, Richie, Sydney, and Pete, and once the meal is served, family style, you’re pulling up chairs and insisting that Derek and his team join you as well. 
The menu is perfect, and you can see why Carmy’s been trying to get this guy to come work for him for so long. Next to Carmy’s, this carbonara might be your second favorite carbonara on the planet. After all the eating, drinking, and merry-making, it’s Richie who steps up to start the speeches, gently tapping a butter knife against a champagne glass as he stands at the table. 
“Can I get everyone’s attention?” he asks, his voice loud. Richie raises his champagne glass as he begins his speech with:
“Now as the best man and this Bobby Flay-motherfucker's cousin, I think I earn the right to kick this thing off, eh?” earning a laugh from everyone around the table. 
“To Carmy and his much, much better half,” he continues, earning a laugh from everyone around the table. Your mom squeezes your hand under the table, and out of the corner of your eye you can see Sydney nudging Carmy softly as Richie addresses you. 
“You once made me $150 richer.” You laugh, exchanging a look with your now-husband, as you fondly remember the day you returned to Chicago, only to learn that the entire restaurant staff of The Bear had been betting, not on if, but on when you’d return.
“You see, we all took bets – all of us – that you were comin’ back after that first week you spent here in Chicago, and you know why? I think it was obvious to any jagoff with a pair of eyes that what you and Cousin had was something special – something not to be missed, or overlooked, or skipped over. And thank God you two idiots woke up and figured it out yourselves. You did good, cousin. And I know your brother would’ve wanted to be here for this. I love you, man. I love you both.”
“To this very special day, and to the rest of your lives. Cheers.”
“Cheers!” everyone repeats, raising their glasses, clinking in celebration. 
The upside to having a small wedding party is having a small wedding party, and the downside is that everyone who feels the need to get in a word does so. While Ebraheim waxes on about love as a metaphor, Marcus keeps his toast short, leading to the cutting of your wedding cake:
Vanilla bean cake, with a clementine curd, a swiss meringue buttercream, decorated with delicate flowers, citrus, and dollops of curd to finish. 
Richie slips out with Pete momentarily, earning a few quizzical looks from both Carmy and Nat as she gets up from the table to make sure they’re not trading punches in the driveway. It’s not till Richie returns with Pete, carrying a rented little karaoke machine for Ava. Hand in hand, you watch as Natalie guides Ava up and out of her chair, and over to the head of the table, handing her the microphone. 
“You ready, sweetheart?” she asks, earning a confident nod from Ava. 
The beginning of the famous Taylor Swift begins to play, and you and Carmy exchange a knowing look as she begins to sing along. 
“we were both young when i first saw you i close my eyes and the flashback starts i'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air.”
As Natalie and Pete watch on, Pete hugs his wife close to her, tears in his eyes as he whispers: 
“This is going to be us very, very soon.” 
“Yeah,” Nat nods, holding back her own tears as she notices how proud Richie looks, and how happy Ava seems to be. 
It’s not that she wants Donna here. Realistically, she knows that it would be a nightmare, most likely descending into drama and chaos from the minute she walked in, but she can’t believe that her own mother didn’t come to her son’s wedding. She shouldn’t be surprised, but it hurts more than she imagined, doing this, watching Carmy get married, having this baby with Pete, all without her. 
Ava finishes her Taylor Swing song to a resounding and enthusiastic round of applause. Marcus cheers her on while you and Carmy share a soft, chaste kiss, welcoming Ava with open arms as she runs towards you. 
“That was so good, baby,” Richie exclaims, when it’s his turn to scoop Ava up into his arms as you get out of your seat. Allowing Richie to sit next to Carmy while the two gush over her performance, you get up, eager to help put the karaoke machine away. 
As she watches, Nat reminds herself that this is what family looks like – this is the family she wants for her baby – even if it means something, someones, are missing.
And it’s as if she can’t hold back her tears anymore, excusing herself as she jerks her body away from Pete’s grasp, hurrying back inside so as not to cause a scene. 
“What just-?” Pete begins. 
“I’ll go,” you assure him, having witnessed the whole interaction. “I-, it’s not you, Pete. I’ll go.”
It doesn’t take you long to find Nat, though she’s not where you expected her to be, having run all the way upstairs when you find her sitting on the floor of the baby’s nursery – one you helped paint and get ready over a month ago. 
“Hey, everything alright?” you ask, as you gently push the door open. 
“Yeah, no, I’m fine,” she sniffles, wiping tears out of her eyes as she realizes she’s no longer alone. 
“Nat, what… what’s going on?” you ask her, joining her on the floor. 
But it seems as if your question only makes it worse as her face crumbles once more, beginning to cry. 
“Oh no! I-, Nat, sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it even worse.”
“No, no, you didn’t. It’s just these… stupid pregnancy hormones!” she exclaims, frustratedly, earning a small laugh from the both of you. 
She takes a beat, and then a breath, and then finally, she feels ready to tell you. 
“It’s Mom,” she admits, even though she really doesn’t want it to be. “I just can’t believe she didn’t show. It’s stupid, I know.” 
You nod in understanding, before scooting a little closer to her, “It’s not stupid! And I’m sorry. For the both of you, really. Carmy doesn’t want to talk about it but, I know he’s some combination of relieved and disappointed too.” 
Sugar sighs, “Yeah that uh, that sums it up pretty well. About anything involving Mom these days.” 
Nat takes another breath, and another beat, because she knows she’s safe to share this with you. 
“I just… I’ve just been thinking a lot… with the baby and everything. About family. About motherhood. I mean, your parents are so great and I-. I’m just sad for us, you know?”
“I’m sad for you too,” you empathize, rubbing soothing circles on her back, before leaning back on both of your hands instead. 
“God, I’m so sorry. It’s your wedding day and I’m causing all the drama,” Nat begins to apologize. 
“Oh, you have nothing to be sorry for!” you interrupt her, quick to dismiss any notion of that. “You lent us your house and put together all of this in your backyard on top of accompanying us to the courthouse! You have nothing to apologize for.”
Sugar nods slowly, processing what you’ve just said, realizing that you and Pete have been such big role models of unconditional love for her. 
“Wanna know what I think?” you ask, your voice a little more optimistic this time. 
“What’s up?” she asks back, stealing a glance your way. 
“I think… that now that I’m a Berzatto… and with your little Bear on the way,” you begin, painting her the picture. “We’ve got a whole new chance to write a new chapter for the Berzattos.” 
She looks your way once more, because these are the words she didn’t know she needed to hear. 
“And with that… we can make this… make our families anything we want them to be filled with love, and joy, and-, well, only a little drama because you know, you guys are… you. But… Sug. This can all start with us, you know?”
“You really think so?” she asks you, a hopeful look in her eyes. 
“Yeah,” you answer, confidently. 
She nods slowly once more, almost as if she’s letting herself believe them. 
“Thank you. For checking in on me. For… this,” she says softly, sniffling again. 
“That’s what sisters are for,” you repeat her words back to her, one’s that she’s said to you time and time again. 
“We should probably get back out there,” Sugar suggests, sitting up a little taller this time. 
“Yeeeaaaaahhhhh,” you sigh, disappointedly, this time making a joke as you continue with: “We don’t want to start any rumors about us running away together. 
Nat snorts with laughter, thanking you for always making her laugh, as you stand up, making your way to your feet. You hold out your hands, helping Nat up to hers this time, before the two of you head back downstairs. 
“Hey,” Carmy says, as soon as he sees the two of you. “Pete said you disappeared.”
“We were just talking about some stuff,” you reply, sharing a look with Sugar before releasing her hand. 
“I’ll leave the two of you to it,” she says, before slipping out through the back door. 
“Everything okay?” Carmy asks, his brow knitted together in concern. 
You nod, “Yeah, she’s alright. How’re you doing?”
“Today? I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he replies, a smile on his lips that makes you melt. 
“Damn right you are,” you reply, pressing your lips against his. 
It’s a private moment for just you two, where you can kiss him like you want to, and you have to admit that the lipstick holds up. Wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands go to your waist, you propose a grand idea to your husband:
“Now that cake has been cut… what do you say… we spend a little more time with our guests, say our goodbyes… then we get our honeymoon started early? Think uh… our room at the Langham should be ready by now.”
“Thought we already did that this morning,” Carmy smirks, kissing you again. 
You giggle, leaning your forehead against his, “You know what I mean, jerk.” 
Carmy scoffs, shaking his head incredulously as he feigns hurt, “Married for a few hours and you’re already insulting me.” Instead of adding anything else, he simply pulls you in closer by your hips murmuring against your lips:
“Alright then, Mrs. Berzatto. Then let’s go say goodbye to our guests.”
“it's a love story, baby, just say, "yes" – taylor swift, ‘love story’
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taylor-titmouse · 3 months
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2023 Book Retrospective
it's pretty much the end of the year, and i've never done this before, but i wanted to take a look at what i managed to do in 2023 and share some of my thoughts on it! i published five novellas this year (though i didn't actually write one of them) plus the public release of the demo and first huge update to You're A Mage on Monsterfuck Mountain. that's a lot!
so let's dig into all that. this will contain some spoilers for the books, because it's hard to talk about them without talking about what's in 'em, so maybe check out my itchio first and grab anything you missed! (but also.... perhaps wait until this weekend before you buy anything. shh.)
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You're A Mage on Monsterfuck Mountain, released in March
TECHNICALLY, the demo was finished and available on patreon around the end of last year, and didn't become public until I'd finished the garden update, which i did finish this year. and what a massive fuckin THING that was. 60k words! 50 illustrations!! the biggest thing i ever put out and technically finished, and the beginning of a move to being less afraid of writing "weird" sex. there was so much bee sex in it. arguably too much bee sex in it. which i'd left entirely til last to do which meant i was writing nothing but bee sex for weeks.
this was the first time i let myself really indulge in writing dubcon for the bad endings, and it was a lot of fun. very often it was more interesting than the deliberately horny routes, because it meant writing a way to be put in the situation, and also making it hot every time. i'm very much of the philosophy with dubcon that even if the situation wasn't Ideal for the character, they're still going to get good sex out of it. i believe i put it at another point as, i'm here to write the pleasure of helplessness, not suffering. to that point, the dubcon endings for the armor, the dryad, and the queen bee were my favorite bits from this.
the fact i never got a second update out this year is a big regret. i finished a bunch of the routes for it, but ultimately i wanted to have things i could release! shortly after publishing the demo and update, i officially put my webcomic on hiatus so i could focus more on my graphic novel, and also spend more time on my writing. having that extra time is probably the only reason i was able to write as much as i did this year, and i didn't want to spend it toiling away on a serial project i couldn't release for months at a time.
which leads us to the release of my first novella of the year...
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House of the Risen King, released in April
now this is when i truly said "i'm just going to write what i think is hot and interesting and not worry about how it's perceived!!" and went whole hog on exhibitionism and monster dubcon cult horror. house was mostly inspired by the ending of Hereditary, and was originally going to be more poltergiesty and played more straight, with vee being harangued by a bunch of horny ghost-demons and nothing more sinister than that. but i've had cult shit percolating at the back of my brain forever, and i wanted to play with ideas i'd first developed in shadow in the shelves with rituals and shadows, so here we are! the scene of hettie fingering vee in the bathtub while vee's god-fucked out of her mind is my favorite.
fun fact, the original seed for this book was actually going to feature max and mortis, my photographer/model couple (that link goes to cohost because i wasn't posting here yet when i was drawing them the most). the idea was they'd go do an urban exploration shoot and mortis would start getting fucked by a ghost while max filmed it, but the more time i spent with those characters the less i wanted to involve the supernatural. which meant i never wrote their book, and had to make a new character to do the idea. and then it wasn't even that idea anymore.
that's writing, folks
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Roger Crenshaw: The Dogs at Duskfall, released in June
... which makes it ironic that the next book is one i didn't even write! r/l monroe @mortalityplays has been my friend for years, and was my editor for a long time (until he got a REAL JOB and didn't have TIME to edit anymore. sobs, cries, kicks a stone and walks into the distance). he's also always been an incredible writer, and for my birthday this year i asked him to write me something. i asked with the expectation of a little short story about our old tabletop RP characters, or a fanfic scene for one of my books he'd edited.
and then he wrote me 20,000+ words digging into the character of roger crenshaw and who he is that perfectly summed him up and tied all his stories together, such that i don't think i ever need to write another one. he did it, he wrote the perfect ending to roger. AND he did it using my favorite of his ocs from our tabletop campaign, AND there's some really hot and sweet smut in it. AND HE DID IT IN LIKE TWO WEEKS.
i loved it so much that i asked if i could illustrate and publish it as an official novella, and to my delight he agreed, and it was so so nice to collaborate with him on it. even if it meant beating our heads against the wall for 30 minutes about the placement of certain images on the page.
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this was a great tragedy. i'd drawn the vagina one first, but an image earlier in the book had to be moved, which affected the placement of everything else. the vagina image had been perfectly at the start of a new page, and then suddenly it wasn't. so i had to do the penis one instead for better placement. tragic!!!
it's hard to pick a favorite scene in something written entirely, lovingly for you. how can i choose between the characters' pitch perfect semantic arguments on the nature of folk lore, the millenium princess-ass memory hopping, or the really really hot smut? i can't. i love it all. thank you r/l for being so good at what you do and writing this for me, i'll treasure it always.
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The Dragon Double Feature, released in May
apparently this came out in may, and not july. i don't know why i've been convinced this came out in july. oh well i can't be bothered to insert it on top of the roger one.
anyway. THIS book. this book exists because i believe at the time i was a bit blocked, and wanted to just write SOMETHING. for a long time i've had the idea of a dragon wrecking a princess' wedding and fucking her in front of the congregation just sitting in my back pocket. it was the 'i know i could just slam this out if i wanted. i don't have to care about it it's just sex and then it's done' fallback idea, and i finally did it!
and then it was too short. i don't like the idea of publishing anything less than 10k words for full price, so i was like. okay. alright. i've always thought fucking an eastern dragon would be hot and have this other idea i was going to use for roger (back when i had an idea for every monster possible for roger), let's just write that. kenta is only kenta because i took a poll for what body type i should pair with a dragon (he was 'big boy', i think the other options were twink, older woman, and average woman). and i was also Really into the movie inu-oh at the time, which is probably obvious with kenta being a blind musician, lol.
the musician and the waterfall was tougher to write because i didn't have a clear vision of how it should end or even how they should fuck (the mechanics of fucking long noodle dragon have challenged me for years) but i'm ultimately pleased with it. it would have been a long time since i wrote something sincerely romantic, and it was nice to go back to it. i'm a HUGE romantic at heart.
both stories are pretty much one extended scene so it's hard to pick a favorite moment from them, but i will say i'm very pleased with how i approached writing the musician and the waterfall, specifically in the challenge i set myself to never use visual description kenta couldn't reasonably guess. writing from the POV of a blind man made me focus in on different senses and ways to describe them.
this book is also, as of right now, my best seller. which is great! i love that for me.
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The Dragon Double Feature 2, released in July
okay i guess THIS one released in july.
anyway i got stricken with the curse with this one. a lot of people wanted me to write a sequel, but i wasn't going to. and every time i say i'm not going to do something, i end up doing it. it's so annoying. this one only happened because i wanted to write a SHORT! a SHORT extra for patreon describing kenta and wakatake's first time having sex as humans.
and then i wrote too much preamble describing their time on the beach. and then i got emotionally invested in unpacking their actual relationship, and also added a third character with mrs arakawa, and had to bring it all together into a story that was coherent and had something to say about the way they loved and ALSO ended in a THREESOME because WHATS THE POINT OF INTRODUCING A THIRD CHARACTER if they aren't all going to FUCK TOGETHER!!
it was tough. but i'm really, really happy with it in the end, and think it's one of the best things i've ever written. my favorite scene is definitely them playing with the hermit crab on the beach. metaphors babie.
the gundrid/eveline story is fine too. lmao. i NEVER PLANNED TO WRITE ANOTHER WITH THEM!! i only did it because the idea of publishing a sequel to a story from a double feature without writing a sequel to the other half of the feature was insane. and now eveline and gundrid are some of my most beloved characters, to the point of writing another book featuring them...
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The Tenebrous Tower, released November
yet another book i'm pretty sure i was like 'i don't need to write this. this character doesn't work for a story on his own, what am i ever gonna do with him' and then i dumped a bunch of fantasy characters into a jar with him and suddenly i had a story. I ONLY MADE ROMICK BECAUSE I WANTED TO DRAW FUCKED UP WIZARD PORN AND MY ONLY OTHER OPTION WAS A GRANDPA!!!
anyway i started writing it as something to do on vacation, and it was just gonna be a bunch of dungeon bdsm vignettes until i hit on a throughline and suddenly i had a story and an emotional arc and damn i did it again. i did it again. i have a book.
i was expecting this one not to do very well because it had multiple prerequisites, but because i am a master of my craft i made sure to write it so you didn't need to read those. and then people read it without reading those. so it worked out anyway and now it's done just about as well as dragons 2. the people love romick, but they especially love the idea of him being destroyed. maybe someday. maybe someday. (except on patreon, where it's already happened)
the final vignette with the doll is, of course my favorite. i think it was a lot of people's favorites.
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and that's everything i published this year! honorable mention to my novel starbuster, which i'd written most of last year, then spent all of october this year revising with the intent of finishing it, only to run out of steam by the time i was done revising it. so it's exactly where i left it last year. just better written. god it would be nice to finish that fuckin thing next year.
my goals for 2024 are, of course: release more books!! i have a big project i've been working on illustrating for the past month that i'd like to release in january, and i've also been working on a spin-off one-shot with mrs arakawa and an oni. i think this coming year i want to Try to blast through some of the one-off ideas i developed this year so they'll quit banging cowbells in my brain. like the sleeping garden. it makes me insane i never actually wrote the sleeping garden.
anyway if you actually made it to the end of this, thank you!! if you've bought all of these books, double thank you!!! i've been able to pay my rent and expenses just with my adult work this year, and it's been amazing and fun and super fulfilling. thank you for supporting me in 2023, here's to a horny 2024!!
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cleolinda · 5 months
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The happenings, Tumblr edition
Obviously I am not happy about the prospect of Tumblr going into sunset "guess we'll just let it die" mode (or possibly "Let's sell it to fuck knows who!!"), if that is indeed what is happening. My clinical anxiety needs a lot of things. This is not one of them.
I've been using Tumblr as my primary hangout for pretty much exactly a year now. I am tired of watching platforms enshittify and crumble. Why does this keep happening to us. I am weary.
At the same time, yeah, Twitter is dogshit now, but a year after it got taken over, it is there still. There were some problems on Reddit, but it's thoroughly still there. There was time to figure out some migration for all the good it did.
I worked on essay-type posts and recaps all this year to figure out approximately how many spoons I have and how much I can expect to post a month, before I actually got the Patreon running in October. A solid 1-2 Long Posts a month, it seems like, and maybe more frequently if I do shorter posts. And Tumblr has great opportunities to just keep reblogging and sharing things, sometimes adding comments, so I feel like I'm active even when I'm stuck trying to finish a post of my own.
So now, fuck me, I guess
So I have the Patreon as a way to say, hey, I'm here no matter what else happens, sign up for the ~*free*~ weekend linkspam/check-in, here's what I posted wherever this week, I'll put up some early or extra stuff if you'd like to upgrade to a fancy tier someday. It is truly most important to me for people to just know where I am; you don't have to commit to the $1 or $5 tiers.
But I also want a way to post my writing publicly, so people can, you know, see it. So I'm gonna start mirroring my own longer posts on Dreamwidth, I guess. That's the place I know to go back to.
Hopefully Dreamwidth does not go also down in flames!!!!
I've started archiving some of my work (also from LJ and Twitter) as PDFs in Dropbox. Mostly as a safeguard for myself, but I'll make it a public link on the Patreon.
I would really like to keep up with where people are going, what sites people are going to try to migrate to next, and I'll pass that info on as I get it.
All that said, I think most of us will stay on Tumblr as long as we can, if only for the very unique shoot-the-shit culture it has. Like, people aren't leaving it so much as preparing for the future.
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bestie, I ain’t gonna lie - I’m very hungover at work for reasons I’ve already told you
Can I have a comfort drabble of Leon taking care of an icky and hungover reader 😭 I’m dying
You were promoted -- and that was all it took to convince you to invite Leon for a celebratory night out with loads of drinks and snacks. Leon tried to convince you that there was no need for you to take care of the bill, but you were stubborn.
"You always buy drinks for me, so it's my turn!"
You really just wanted a reason to spoil him instead.
One drink turned to two, then to three, then to four, and then more.
You weren't shooting for that many drinks, but Leon kept going as if he didn't have a liver. You knew about his high tolerance for alcohol and his history with drinking, but it seemed like he learned how to not relapse.
And maybe he didn't drink as much as you. Maybe it was him just taking small sips and enjoying the beverage unlike you who was going all out for the weekend. You were calling the shots (and downing them) as Leon casually busied himself with his Brandy and the small cup of peanuts.
You'd ramble about random things that didn't make sense with those red cheeks of yours and those drunken and slurred giggles. Leon was just as happy as you were about the promotion -- though let's be honest, his monthly paycheck was your whole year salary.
And more.
Even when you went to dance with some friends from work, Leon chose to stay by the bar. It wasn't like he hated dancing or mingling with the crowd -- if it's with you, he'd recreate a whole Step-Up scene. If it's with you, then he'd do anything.
But from his spot, Leon sat quietly with a drink in hand, his eyes trained on your swaying form like a hawk. In both lustful and protective ways -- and love.
So, when the night ended and morning came, Leon was still there for you. Though he didn't know how someone like you could vomit that much.
"Fuck me, I'm going to dieeee..."
Leon bit back a snicker as he held your hair back, inwardly cringing at the sounds of you emptying your guts. You didn't even manage to open your eyes before you found yourself rushing to the bathroom with a pounding headache.
For a split second, you even thought you passed out but it was just your legs giving out from the sudden movements of hopping out of bed. And because you were extremely hungover, but that's beside the point.
You were dying.
"No, you're not going to die." Leon rolled his eyes lightheartedly at your dramatic nature, his hand rubbing your back, "You're just hungover. It'll pass."
"You mean... I'll pass away..." You drawled, your voice croaky and still heavy with sleep.
Leon chuckled and that made you straighten up a bit, turning your head slightly to look over at him and he cocked up a brow at the scowl on your face.
"What?"
"You're laughing at me..." You mumbled, "You think this is funny?"
"Absolutely not, baby," Leon laughed and shook his head, "I think it's very cute. You were practically drinking for the both of us last night."
"Ugh... I knew it..." You moaned, dropping your forehead to your arm that was resting on the toilet seat, "You didn't drink shit."
"I did, just not as much as you." Leon pointed out, leaning forward to press a quick kiss on your head, "C'mon. Luckily for you, I know exactly the right things to do in this situation."
"Die?"
"Not even close."
Leon was a gentleman. First things first was to get you some rest to get rid of that headache. He got you some painkillers and water, emphasizing you finish the whole cup. It was one of the few moments where he'd be stern with you.
Only during the times when you wouldn't be taking care of yourself.
Next thing was food. By the time you woke up, it was in the afternoon and you were starving if not still a bit nauseous. So, for something light on the stomach but filling, Leon made some chicken noodle soup.
A banana smoothie too for the hangover to dissipate completely.
Third, a hot shower which Leon turned it into a hot bath instead as you were a bit lightheaded still.
By the end of the night, Leon had you all snuggled up against him on the couch in your comfy clothes with nothing but some ice cream and even more water.
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fxrmuladaydreams · 5 months
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Hi! I'm in quite an angsty mood at the minute, so my blurb request us for something a little sad with Lando. Could I request an angst with two prompts (9 + 131). I'm thinking like Lando gets in a crash and reader is scared of losing him, so she stays by his side, and happy ending - Lando is okay? Tysm! Hope you're doing well lovely 😘
send me thoughts/blurb requests (sfw & nsfw) for lando weekend
notes: this one is angsty guys, but there’s a happy ending. also please forgive me if i do horribly at describing the crash and the hospital setting, i am not a mechanic nor am i a doctor
warnings: car crash, hospitalization
A silence fell over the track as the papaya colored car rammed into the wall. He was doing well, second only behind Max. He was driving through a chicane, weaving back and forth, until he started sliding around. The car had spun out off the track, then collided with the wall.
A red flag was called immediately, the other drivers all making their way back to the pit lane. You stared up at the screens in the garage. The front of the car was crumpled, the black number four now bent up. You could hear Lando’s engineer talking, asking for Lando to respond, to say he was okay.
Smoke started to rise from the car into the air.
You felt your heart drop and pound in your chest simultaneously.
The safety car is quick to get to his car, pulling his unmoving body out of the crumpled car. They put him in the safety car, and drive off towards the medical car.
You want to go to him, to see him, to see that he’s still alive, that he’s okay. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see Oscar standing next to you.
“I’m sure he’s okay. The damage was mostly to the front of the car. Plus the halo took most of the hit to the wall.” He tells you softly.
You know Oscar has a talent for being passive, but you can tell he’s struggling to hold his emotions together. Oscar joins you at the hospital they’re keeping Lando at once the race has finished. He sits with you while you sit next to your boyfriend, holding his hand.
He’s got wires connected to him, and a heart monitor attached, the steady beeping giving you a bit of hope. The doctors say he’s alright, he just needs to wake up. He had fainted due to the crash, and his body had shut down. He’s recuperating, they said. He just needs to wake up on his own.
Oscar leaves once visiting hours are over, heading back to the hotel to rest. You opt to stay with Lando, just in case anything happens, in case he wakes up.
You spend the night sleeping in an uncomfortable chair, leaning against his hospital bed. When you wake up, Lando is still unconscious, his breathing still steady.
You didn’t think it would take this long for Lando to wake up. Was there something more that the doctors didn’t tell you? Should he be awake by now?
You feel a few tears start to trail down your cheeks as you look at your boyfriend. His face is slightly pale, it’s odd seeing as he likes to keep up with his tan. His hair is matted down, less fluffy than usual. His chest slowly rises and falls with every breath he takes.
“Wake up Lando, please. I’ve gotten used to seeing your stupid face everyday, you can’t take that away from me.” You attempt to joke. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” You say sincerely.
You lean your head down on his arm, crying into the fabric of his hospital gown.
“Why are you crying love?” His voice is rough, almost scratchy, but you recognize it immediately.
Your head shoots up at see Lando giving you a tired smile. You throw your arms around him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug, only pulling away when you hear him groan.
“Sorry, I’m sorry.” You wipe at your eyes frantically. “I should get the nurse.” You stand up and start to step away when Lando tugs on your hand.
He doesn’t really have any strength, but you turn back to him.
“Stay? Just for a minute?” He shifts a little, creating a space next to him on the bed for you to lay.
You nod and lay down next to him.
He tells you about the crash, about the fear coursing through him as he spun waiting for the impact. He tells you that the last thing he remembers was thinking about you, about how he wished you weren’t watching the screens so you wouldn’t have to see it.
“I won’t leave you. Not like this. I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you. It doesn’t matter how much I crash, I’ll always come back to you.”
You spend a little while with him before a nurse comes in to check on him, surprised that he’s awake. She’s quick to shoo you out of the bed, but you keep yourself planted at his side. You’re not leaving him anytime soon.
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xddaengx · 1 year
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not so bad ⎜ ksy
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✧ Pairings: hoshi x reader
✧ Genre:  romance ⎜smut ⎜friends - with - benefits ⎜
✧ Warnings: mentions of alcohol ⎜ drunk people ⎜ friend with benefits relationship ⎜ jealous woozi ⎜ verbal fighting ⎜woozi calls reader a whore ⎜ fingering ⎜ f oral ⎜hoshi is in love ⎜
✧ Word Count: 4.3 k
✧ Summary: You never pictured yourself with a fuck buddy. You never pictured falling for your fuck buddy. A weekend at your friends lake house somehow changes everything.
✧ Author’s Note: Let me know what you think! I'm just rolling with the punches at the moment so this was a quick write.
(UNEDITED)
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You never pictured yourself as someone with a fuck buddy. 
You never pictured yourself having quickies before his roommate comes home.
To be honest you never really pictured yourself doing anything other than sitting in the library studying … but here you are. 
 “You need to get up.” You hiss, smacking your pillow against the bare back in the bed next to you. You sigh, hitting the back one more time, before slumping against the mattress. “You’re insufferable.” 
“And yet you call me every weekend anyway.” The voice chuckles back, finally rolling onto his side, facing you with a teasing grin on his face his body lifting slightly as he reaches over you, turning off the alarm ringing on his phone. 
“Just admit that you like me.” He teases, his smile only growing as you shoot him a sharp glare. 
“I don’t like you, I just happen to get a little bit of satisfaction from your dick.” You mumble, finally smiling as his own expression drops.
You’re not prepared to protect yourself and he launches forwards his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you down to a lying position as he wrestles to kneel above you, his hands gripping your arms as he pushes you into the bed. 
“Do you want to say that again, pretty girl?” He questions, his eyebrow quirked as you try to squirm in his hold. His grasp doesn’t falter for even a moment as you thrash beneath him, letting out soft chuckles every time you struggle a little too hard. 
“Fine, I give up.” You whine, your body relaxing into the mattress as you stop your movements gazing up at the half naked man above you. “You look very handsome like this.” You comment, your eyes wandering over the man above you. His hair tousled, sharp eyes, his lips pulled back in a grin. His cheeks flush with heat as he watches you watching him. 
You seize the moment, taking the falter in his grip to rip your arms from his hands, your thighs gripping onto his torso as you roll the two of you over, your hands taking the position his were in, pushing his forearms into the mattress. His eyes are trained on yours as you make yourself comfortable on his pelvis. 
“You win.” He whispers.
You flash him a quick grin before leaning down to capture his lips with yours. It takes no more than five seconds for him to break free, his arms lifting off the mattress, his hands cupping either side of your jaw as he pulls you closer to him, one hand leaving your face to pull your hips down onto his. 
“Hoshi.” The voice of his roommate carries through the door, a sharp knock on the white wood pulling you away from the man below you. 
“You didn’t tell me he was here.” You hiss as quietly as possible, you’re quick to slide off the bed, reaching to the floor, pulling your leggings on as quickly as possible before reaching over to Hoshi’s desk pulling on his hoodie, the doorknob turning just as you get the piece of clothing over your head. 
“Dude, we have to leave in fift— oh, sorry I didn’t know you were here.” Jihoon pushes open the door his gaze shooting to yours in surprise, as he looks between half naked Hoshi on the bed and then back to you - Jihoon had been the one to introduce the two of you, never did he expect his judgemental, quiet best friend to find comfort in his psychotic, self proclaimed tiger of a roommate - Jihoon just sighs, shooting Hoshi a stern glare before closing the door, not even bothering to finish what he was saying. 
This is not how things were meant to go. 
“He’s still upset isn’t he?” You mumble as you continue to pick your clothing items up off the floor shoving them into your bag. Hoshi’s hands rub against his face, before pushing his hair back sliding to the edge of the mattress. He opens his arms for you, a pout on his lips while he waits.
You were more than aware of Jihoon's crush on you, and you were also aware of his strong reaction to the news that you had been spending your free time with his roommate.
To say he was upset was a slight understatement.
You take a few steps forwards, slotting yourself between his legs, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head drops onto your abdomen. You run your fingers through his ever growing black hair before stepping away. 
“I should really get going.” You whisper. Hoshi doesn’t say anything he just watches you leave, cursing his roommate for getting home earlier than anticipated. 
Jihoon was always a cock block when it came to you. 
Hoshi’s phone dings again, the reminder on the screen forcing him out of the room, rushing out of the apartment to catch you at the elevator. 
“Wait, I forgot to ask if you wanted to come to the lake house this weekend? It’s for gyu’s birthday and he requested for you to be there.” You smile at the invitation, your gaze shooting over to the closed door of his apartment, the boy seeming to understand what your glance means. “He’ll be coming too - but it’s a big group of us.” Hoshi reaches forwards tucking some hair behind your ear, his eyes pleading. 
“Fine, but I’m not driving.” 
“Deal.” 
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Hoshi’s hand is warm on your thigh, his other gripping the steering wheel as you unwrap the starburst, placing one in his mouth every time he lets out a soft grunt. Two and a half hours into your road trip to the lake house and the two of you has resorted to listening to a very boring true crime podcast.
“Do you really think it’ll be alright?” You question for the tenth time - not at all paying attention to the report of the 'crime of the century' - Hoshi just rolling his eyes before giving you the same response he had the other nine times. 
“Yes, everyone wants you there, just because Jihoon is a bit pissy and doesn’t know how to communicate like an adult doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun.” Hoshi finishes chewing on his treat letting out a soft grunt that lets you know he’s ready for another. 
“So what’re the plans for the weekend then?” You question, popping a lemon flavoured chew into his mouth. Hoshi shrugs, his hand finally letting go of your leg to reach for his phone in the mount. 
“Mingyu’s girl sent out a rough itinerary but nothing really starts till tonight so we have most of the afternoon to get settled in.” He says as he hands you his phone, it unlocks as it registers your face the message from Mingyu’s girlfriend the last thing Hoshi must’ve seen. 
“Kayaking?” You smile at Hoshi who just shrugs his shoulders. “What’s the bet after tonight dinner party we'll be too hungover to do anything tomorrow anyway.” You laugh as hoshi’s hand reaches for your free one, bringing it to his mouth to press a soft kiss against your knuckles. 
“One hundred percent. None of us will even be able to move in the morning.” He chuckles back, pressing another kiss against your hand before placing it in his lap. The drive takes another forty-five minutes, Hoshi pulling into the space available on the grass besides Seungcheol’s bright orange SUV, the lake glimmering in the sunshine. 
The two of you greet everyone already at the house, Cheol informing you that Mingyu and his girlfriend would be coming later and that everyone is gonna do their own thing before the party set up at six. 
“We should go for a swim.” You suggest as Hoshi drops the bags onto the queen bed in one of the guest rooms, glancing at the other bags in the room in confusion.
“Vernon’s gonna sleep on the couch.” You say, pointing to the well cushioned couch in the corner of the room, Hoshi letting out a long groan at the fact you won’t be alone together for the weekend. “That’s why we should go for a swim.” You suggest again, Hoshi suddenly brightening at your words. He nods quickly ripping open his duffle bag to pull out his swim trunks. 
“Don’t forget towels” You shout over your shoulder as you make your way out the room, “I’ll meet you down there.” You stroll down to the lake, waving goodbye to the boys who decided to go for a hike up the hills around the house, they wanted to “check for bears” as Vernon put it. They had managed to convince Jihoon to tag along, the shorter male glancing at you before following his friends up the trail. 
You’re unbuttoning your shorts as you hear the heavy footsteps behind you, the towels dropping at your feet as Hoshi stops besides you, ripping his shirt over his head before rushing to the water letting out a loud laugh as he dives into the shallows. You follow after him, pulling your own shirt over your head before rushing down to the water. 
It’s lukewarm, the sun making a great natural heater as you wade your way further into the water, Hoshi finally breaching the surface, pushing his wet hair out of his face. He pulls you against him once your within arms reach, his lips finding yours. 
You can feel him grinning against your mouth as he pulls away, his hand smoothing down your sides till they grip the backs of your thighs. “Jump.” He whispers against your cheek lifting as you jump, your legs wrapping around his waist. He presses feverish kisses against the underside of your jaw as you settle yourself on his hips, his hands still firm against the back of your thighs. 
“Apparently sex in the water is very dangerous.” You mumble as hoshi sucks on your collarbone, letting out a soft hum, his head shooting up as he registers your words. 
“And who said we’re having sex?” He questions, his eyebrows raised in shock, his mouth open in feigned offence. “You dirty girl, I’m just here for a nice relaxing swim.” He teases, his eyes bright as your arms tighten their grip against his neck. You just smile at him, leaning forwards slightly your nose trailing up the side of his cheeks until they sit just besides his ear. 
“You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.” You whisper, the man below you shivering at the warm air that tickles his skin. “We both know I can last a lot longer that you can.” You continue, your teeth grazing the underside of his jaw as he leans his head back letting out a soft groan. 
“This is probably gonna be the only time we have alone for the whole weekend.” You say pressing soft kisses to his neck before straightening your posture. “Make it worth my while.” You finish, Hoshi nodding quickly his hands letting you go. Your feet touch the bottom of the lake, his fingers linking with yours as he drags you out of the water. 
“Boat house.” He says, turning back to make sure you are indeed following behind him, once satisfied you are, he pushes his way onto land, dragging you as he grabs the towels off the grass on the way to the old wooden shed built on the water. 
You would be lying if you said Hoshi liked to take things slow - the first time you two met at one of Jeonghan’s annual halloween parties you had ended up riding him in an empty bedroom that he had picked the lock on. He was always someone who preferred actions to words, his tongue talented in more things than just talking.
He manages to shove the small entry door to the boat house open with his foot, waiting until you’re both tucked inside before closing the door, shoving a large toolbox in front of it. 
“The door doesn’t really close properly.” He mumbles as he turns to face you. 
“Oh, and how do you know that?” You question. “Am I not the first person you’ve brought to this boat house?” You scoff, hoshi immediately shaking his head before explaining. 
“I’ve never invited anyone else to the lake house, but last year I was unfortunate enough to be walking past when the door blew open and saw Cheol balls deep in his invite for the year.” 
“Oh.” Your nose crinkles at the mental image. 
“Yeah.” Hoshi echoes, mirroring your own expression. 
“Well you’ve got fifteen minutes, pretty boy.” You hum, pointing over to the rusting clock on the wall of the boat house, Hoshi just grinning widely, dropping to his knees in front of you. 
“I only need ten.” His fingers graze up the sides of your bare legs, his eyes watching you from between his lashes as you let out a stuttered breath. His finger pause as they reach the ties on your bikini bottoms, his eyes begging for your permission. 
“Bet.” You confirm, your eyes breaking contact with his as you glance over to the clock making note of the time before looking back down to him. His grin turns menacing as his fingers tug at the ties on either side of your hips, watching pleased as your bottoms slide down your legs once the ties are loose enough. 
For a man who never slowed down for anyone, he sure knew how to make time feel like it was going in slow motion. Hoshi’s hands guide your bottoms to the ground, lifting one foot out, pressing a soft kiss against your knee before doing the same to the other, his eyes never once breaking their battle with yours.
“Are you sure? Anyone could walk in and see us.” He coos, his hand throwing your wet swimmers to the side before latching back onto your ankle, you nod your answer silent begging him to move a bit faster. “You really are a dirty girl.” He teases, shuffling on his knees until his face is in line with your pelvis, his hand putting heavier pressure on your skin, sliding up your drying legs until they reach your knees. 
“Open up.” He says, his hand wrapping around the backs of your knees, pulling on them lightly. You slide your feet apart slightly, your eyes leaving the man in front of you to glance back at the clock. 
“Nine minutes.” You warn, Hoshi just nodding, his eyes taking you in unsure whether the dripping is from the water or because you’re really just that aroused.
He doesn’t bother asking. 
He leans forwards swiping a tentative lick against you, his eyes turned up to yours, watching you as your eyes fall closed, your hands dipping into his wet strands of hair. Pleased with your reaction he delves forwards, his tongue pressing flat against you as his nose bumps against your swelling clit. His hands trail softly up the backs of your thighs, over your ass until they sit comfortably on your hips. 
“Eight minutes.” You whimper as he pulls your cunt firmer against his face, his head moving as his tongue circles around your clit, teasing before he sucks the bud into his mouth. “Fuck.” You curse, your hand tugging on his hair before letting go, moving to brace against the shelf behind you. You can feel Hoshi’s crooked grin against you as one of his hand drops to lift your thigh, draping the limb over his shoulder opening you up further for him. 
Hoshi’s movements become quicker, more feverish as his tongue dips inside you for just a moment before licking back up to your clit. 
“Are fingers allowed, kitten?” He questions softly, as he pulls his face away from your cunt much to your dismay, his eyes teasing as you nod quickly, your lip trapped between your teeth as he slides one finger between your folds, gathering any juices he could before slowly pushing the single digit inside of you. 
“God, I can feel how desperate you are.” He coos as you clench around his single finger, a loud branch snapping outside of the shed making you jump, his finger sliding out of you slightly before sliding back in to the third knuckle, hoshi chuckling as he presses a kiss against the thigh hanging over his shoulder. “Worried?” He questions. 
“A little…shit, you have six minutes.” You remind him, jumping as his mouth covers your pussy once again, his single finger working in and out of you slowly, only just enough to help build the tension. You let out a soft breath as Hoshi adds another finger, your head falling back to lean against the shelves as his sucking sends wet sounds to your ears. 
“Why do you call me Hoshi?” He questions as he pulls his mouth away from you again, a string of your wetness connecting his lips to your pussy, the warm breeze brushing against your swollen lips, a soft moan escaping you. His fingers don’t stop as he watches you expectantly, waiting fro your answer. 
“Habit.” You respond, knowing short answers are all you can manage right now, Hoshi’s fingers pause inside of you, curling as he tuts at your answer. 
“Gotta give me something better than that.” He huffs, his fingers staying completely still inside of you while he waits. You lift your head, looking down at the kneeling man, his fingers deep inside you. 
“It’s embarrassing to say while we’re like this.” You start, sighing as Hoshi just raises a brow continuing to stay still, waiting. “It feels too intimate to say your real name, you’re hoshi to everyone else.” You explain, Hoshi just smiling as he shrugs your leg off his shoulder, standing from his spot on the floor, the slight jostle causing a throaty moan to escape you. 
“But you’re not everyone else.” He mumbles as he leans over you, finally his fingers start moving again, faster, harder than before, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your wet clit. “I want you to call me Soonyoung.” He continues, leaning slightly more forwards to catch your lips with his. 
“I want the first time you say it to be while your cum on my fingers.” He says against your lips, letting out a choked laugh as you clench around him. He can feel the way you’re starting to shiver against him, your hips bucking out of rhythm with his hand, he knows your close. 
“Say it.” He demands, moving his mouth away from yours, looking down at his hand between your legs before his eyes connect with yours, waiting.
“Fuck, soonyoung.” You whine as he presses his thumb harshly against your clit, his fingers curling at just the right time, your cunt clenching so forcefully he lets out a surprised laugh. He pauses his movements for a moment, watching the way you pant as you come down from your orgasm, whispering his name again. 
“Soonyoung?” You lift the end of his name like a question, he hums back. “You had three minutes to spare.” He laughs as he drags his fingers out of you, licking your juices off his fingers before leaning forwards to press a kiss against your lips. 
“Much better.” He smiles at you before leaning down to pick up your swimmers, slowly helping you pull them up and tie them on your hips. 
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The boys get back from their hike just as you exit the shower, your towel wrapped tightly around you as you strut to the guest bedroom, smiling at Vernon as he watches something on his phone. 
“Did you want me to leave?” He questions, his eyes not even bothering to glance towards you. 
“Only if you care.” You shrug. Vernon has always managed to see you in vulnerable positions, seeing you naked more times than you care to admit in your “drunk exhibitionism” phase as Jihoon calls it. Vernon shrugs his shoulders turning slightly so that he couldn’t accidentally get a peek as you drop your towel, tugging on a set on underwear before pulling the dress off the bed and sliding it up over your legs. 
“Vernon, a hand please.” You ask as you pull the straps over your shoulder holding the dress firm against your chest,  the zip on the back of the dress too far down for you to reach easily. You glance in the mirror smiling as Vernon steps up behind you his hand gentle as he tugs on your zipper, having to readjust the dress a few times to get it up smoothly. 
“That dress looks really nice on you.” He says softly, his eye meeting yours in the mirror the two of you smiling, a familiar dark head of hair only just visible in the door way. 
“Are you trying to pick up my girlfriend?” Soonyoung questions as he leans against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest and a playful smile gracing his freshly washed face. Vernon shakes his head with a smirk, stepping away from you as you both turn to face the intruder fully. 
“Girlfriend?” You question softly, Soonyoung just shrugging his shoulders like it’s obvious. Like this is natural. 
“Do you not want to be?” He questions back, pushing himself off the door frame moving closer to you. You can see how Vernon’s eyes widen wanting to be anywhere but here right now. 
“I’m gonna go see if they need any help setting up.” Vernon say quickly, dismissing himself as he shuffles out of the room, leaving you and soonyoung alone. 
“Do you not want to be my girlfriend?” Soonyoung repeats, waiting for you to say something as your shoulders sink a little. 
“We’ve just never really discussed this before.” You respond, Soonyoung’s shoulder mimicking your own as they drop in disappointment. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to, but where is this all coming from?” 
“I don’t know, I just thought - “ He pauses, looking at the floor and then back to you, “I don’t know what I thought.” Soonyoung shakes his head taking a step away from you, waiting for you to say something before he turns and walks out of the bedroom. 
You want to follow him. 
You want to tell him everything you’ve ever thought about him. 
“Mingyu’s here.” But you’re interrupted. 
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Mingyu’s celebration is going well, the group is at about ten bottles deep into soju and roughly twenty-four cans into the beer cartons that Seungcheol has brought for the party - it was clear to anyone that the night would be going down in history as one of the drunkest. 
“You are so lucky.” Jihoon slurs as he leans across the table to pat Mingyu on the shoulder. Everyone watches him tentatively, the smaller male not usually one for drinking, clearly something was upsetting him. Mingyu just nods down at him, smiling over at his girlfriend who giggles at the antics. “God I wish I didn’t loose the person I loved to a fuck boy.” He sneers, glaring at Soonyoung who sits besides you at the table, his body tensing at his roommates words. 
Soonyoung on the contrary had barely had anything to drink the whole night, sitting surprisingly quiet while everyone downed the alcohol like juice. Jihoon turns to face Soonyoung now, the rest of the group following, the two of you suddenly under everyone scrutiny. 
“I didn’t steal anything, Jihoon.” Soonyoung says firmly, his eye brows raising slightly as Jihoon shakes his head angrily. “You’re the one who introduced us.” He adds, Jihoon just shaking his head more. 
“I thought she was better than that.” Jihoon’s words are seething. “I thought she was better than hooking up with someone like a whore.” His comment stuns you, the rest of the group breaking into scoldings.
"We don't slut shame here." Joshua scolds, Soonyoung shaking his head to the older male.
"Not helping." Soonyoung huffs.
You just scoff, standing quickly from your seat glaring at the smaller man who seems to shrink in realisation, the colour draining from his face. 
“You’re drunk.” You scold, crossing your arms over your chest as you look down at the male. “I know tomorrow you’re gonna to hate yourself for calling me that, and you know what I’m not just hooking up with him, and I think you know that and it hurts.” You shout, the rest of the group falling into silence as they continue to listen, your eyes starting to glisten. 
“And I’m sorry that you’re hurt Jihoon but you can’t control who you fall for, sometimes it just happens.” Your words become quiet as you finish your sentence, body jumping as soft hands rub against your arms, Soonyoung stepping up behind you. 
“Maybe we should go get some air.” He whispers in your ear, your head nodding as the tears burn against your lashes. “He can sit and sober up.” He adds and you just nod again, letting Soonyoung push you towards the exit, your feet only stopping as you reach Mingyu, sending him a soft smile and whispering an apology. Mingyu the gentle giant he is just gives your hand a squeeze, thanking you for coming. 
Soonyoung continues to guide you out slowly, his hands firm on your arms as the chilly summer air hits your face, the front door closing behind the two of you. His hands finally dropping as you move away from him, your hands swiping at your face as tears drop slowly. 
“He didn’t mean it.” Soonyoung says softly. 
You nod. 
“He’s just drunk.” 
You nod. 
“He’ll probably apologise tomorrow.” 
You nod. 
“I knew you liked me.” He coos, a soft laugh escaping you, your hands bracing yourself on the banister, your head shaking is disbelief.
"Insufferable." You mumble to yourself, your gaze focusing on the shimmering lake in the moonlight, not quite ready to turn around yet.
“I guess so.” You sigh, letting out a shaky breath as Soonyoung’s arms surround you, pulling you hard against him, his lips peppering kisses against your cheek until he can feel you smile. 
“It’s a good thing, cause I’ve liked you for a long time.” He drones.
You brave a glance over your shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he presses a hard kiss against your temple. “I’m sure I’m everything you imagined in a boyfriend.” He teases, his arms tightening around you. 
“You’re not so bad.” You mumble back, leaning back against him, your head turning to place your own kiss softly against his cheek.
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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 1 month
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Hey peeps. I'm really sorry but I actually have bad news and not a Valentine's Day chapter for today. I got diagnosed with tendonitis and I need to rest my hand and not write too much. I'm currently also working on my Master's thesis and that has priority, for obvious reasons I think, and I'm having a really hard time not being able to write some more König stuff, because really that's all I want to do.
I mean, I have found some speech to text programs that work pretty well (I'm actually using it right now to type this out), but it still takes a lot more time and then I still need to proofread manually, so it will take until the weekend or next week to post some more.
I have some chapters already written out that I finished some time ago that might not fit the plot exactly, but will work as random scenes. So I might fall back on some of those for the time being.
I hope you understand and thanks for your patience! 
I actually wrote a little scene about it when my wrist first started hurting, so I'm just going to post this today (I also read through it again and the big guy is still my comfort character), maybe some of you can also use a little fluff with König today <3
kissing it better <3
(domestic fluff, hinted-at smut, mdni)
Monday at 8, I go to work after drinking my morning coffee with him and I return to his house again in the late afternoon, finding him and Mimi cuddling on the couch, the little ball of fur snuggling into his broad chest. Seeing them like that, squeezes my heart a little bit.
I hop onto his lap, Mimi meowing because now she isn’t the only one occupying this space anymore. We laugh and I can finally give him a kiss. He kisses me back, his arms wrapping around my waist and thighs.
Next to him on the end table, there are three new bottles of black nail polish. “They didn’t have the brand you normally use, so I just bought a few.”, he explains, smiling at me apologetically.
And this small gesture makes me melt a little. I picture him, the ridiculously tall, scary looking metalhead standing in the boutique in front of the shelf with all the tiny bottles of nailpolish – and then picking out three of the same colour because he didn’t know which one I would like.
“Thanks, even though that wasn’t necessary.”, I say, pressing a little ‘thank you’ kiss onto his nose. I reach for one of the bottles but pull back when a pang of pain shoots through my wrist.
His eyes widen, just a bit, his look fixed on the spot where I hold it against my chest, slowly massaging it. “What happened?”, he asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know, my wrist just hurts.” I sigh. “It started today at work and it just doesn’t go away.”
He catches my hand, pulling my wrist from my hold, and inspects the joint, softly moving it. He stretches it down gently, my small palm between his huge, tattooed fingers. “Does that hurt?”, he wants to know. I shake my head and he pulls it into the other direction. I hiss slightly, as the light sting of pain spreads, and he lets go immediately.
“I think, you may have overworked it a little bit.”, he mumbles, softly massaging the muscles and tendons around the wrist. Pushing his thumbs into the sensitive skin, until I sigh and relax a bit.
König pulls my wrist closer, up to his lips, pressing them onto the joint. Placing soft kisses where it hurts. Kissing it better. I can feel his warm breath coasting over my skin as he slowly makes his way to the inside of my wrist, still rubbing the spots that hurt lightly with his big strong fingers. His eyes snap up to mine, holding my gaze that is already on him.
His tongue darts out, licking over the pulse point, like he can’t help himself. The soft wet touch sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. My mouth drops open just a little bit as he puts his over the sensitive spot and sucks, gently. A little moan escapes my lips, and I can see the heat in his eyes intensifying.
He pulls back, pressing another kiss to my wrist, lingering a little longer than he needs to. Still holding my gaze. “A little better?”, he asks, with a soft smile. His little kisses seem to be the best medicine, even though they are pure placebo.
“Yes, thank you.”, I say as I lean forward and give him a proper kiss on the lips.
“Just let it rest the next few days and it’ll get better, okay?”, he suggests then.
I nod, but I can’t help myself, as I add-on: “So, no handjobs?”, biting back a grin.
He shoots me a look that tells me to stop being such a brat, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “Exactly, that was my point, Fräulein.”, he answers sarcastically, patting my ass.
His demeanor changes again before he asks: “Are you hungry? I cooked some pasta.” He already kinda knows the answer to that (I can always eat, especially carbs) as he’s getting up, just lifting me up in one swift motion, only to set me down on the floor next to him.
“Starving actually, I didn’t really have lunch today.”, I sigh. “More exhausting clients instead.”
“We’ll get you something to eat and then you can tell me all about it. How does that sound, hm?”, he suggests. His arm snakes around my waist while he presses a little kiss on the top of my head.
“That sounds great.”, I tell him, a small smile on my face, as I take his hand – with the wrist that doesn’t hurt – and follow him to the kitchen.
Mimi gets up as well and tipples after us, her tail flicking up in the air, as she meows again like she wants to say ‘I’m hungry too!’.
~ more stuff in the Masterlist~
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lizzieislife94x · 3 months
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PhotoShoot (e.o)
Lizzie x Fem Reader 
 GirlxGirl
 Y/ns POV:
Im suddenly woken by my phone ringing loudly I reach over and grab it looking at the screen with one eye open as I let out a groan why is my boss calling at 6:45am "hey Susan what's up is everything ok" I mumble half asleep "yeah just making sure your awake you have Elizabeth olsen for today's photoshoot" I open my eyes as I remember my client is Elizabeth olsen I've been looking forward to today for 3 months she's the most stunning human I've ever laid my eyes on "yeah I know Susan but the shoot is at 12 and your calling me at 6:45am I'll be there don't worry and also don't call back I'm going back to sleep ill text you when I'm awake" I say blatantly as I hang up, that might have sounded rude and some might be like why would you speak to your boss like that well she's also my bestfriend and has been for the last 12 years we met when we where 14 and have been best friends since. 
I yawn and stretch with a smile on my face as I sit up to start my day I quickly check the time and see its 10am plenty of time to shower ready before heading to the studio, I walk into the bathroom and turn on thes hower I quickly brush my teeth as I'm waiting for the water to heat up after a few mins I climb in and get washed head to toe and wash my hair once I'm done I head to my bedroom and grab my outfit for today tight ripped jeans white tee and a flannel, I quickly get dressed and head downstairs for a coffee and decide to text Susan to let her know i won't be late or she'll be freaking out 
Me: Hey I'm up and ready just having a coffee then I'm heading to the studio I'm sure I'll see you at some point today 😂 
The bitch: Thought I was gonna have to call josh in to cover for you asshole 😒 
Me: BITCH I swear to god you dare try and take the opportunity to photograph THE Elizabeth olsen away from me I will make it my mission to make you miserable day in day out 😈 
I giggle as I finish my coffee and slide my phone into my pocket I rinse my coffee mug and head to the car and start my drive to the studio the drive was fairly quick I arrive at 11:45 perfect timing as I walk into the office I feel my nerves pick up as I see the blonde standing talking to Susan I can tell right away it's Elizabeth I walk closer as I make eye contact with Susan and she smirks making Elizabeth turn "lizzie this is one of our best photographers y/n l/n and y/n this is Elizabeth " I smile and stretch out my hand "Elizabeth it's a pleasure to meet you I'm a huge fan" she smiles as her hand lingers in my "nice to meet you y/n I've heard great things" I can't help but get lost in her eyes as I freak out inside.
"Just a few more shots lizzie and we can take a break you're doing amazing, the camera loves you" I smirk as I get her to pose how I want after 10 minutes we take a break and I'm pretty sure lizzie has been flirting with me for the last 3 hours "so y/n what are you plans for the weekend, do you have a boyfriend " she asks casually as I chock on my water "men aren't really my thing but no I don't have anyone at home waiting for me" I sigh as she gets closer "that's a shame you're beautiful and anyone would be lucky to have you come home to them" I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out next thing I know her lips are pressed against mine in a rough kiss I instantly return the kiss as she deepens it once we break for air I'm still lost for words making her giggle "you're such a great kisser" I blush making her giggle more "no thats you" I say shyly as she climbs onto my lap and kisses me again I let my hands roam her body as they find a place on her ass I feel her moan into my mouth and smirk "should we do this isn't it a bit soon" I breath out as she looks into my eyes "definitely not to soon plus I plan on seeing you again y/n" I bite my lip and nod as we start to remove our clothes once we're fully naked I lay her down and start to kiss my way down her body letting my mouth wrap around her hard nipple earning a loud moan she roughly grips my hair as I run my hand down her body between her legs "someone's soaking such a naughty girl" I tease looking up at her "shut up don't tease me just do something about it" I lick my lips and nod as I run my fingers through her wet folds groaning at how wet she is "please y/n" she begs turning me on more a slip 2 digits into her dripping cunt earning a surprised gasp "so warm and tight" I say as I kiss her jaw thrusting my fingers nice and slow "you better hurry someone could walk in at any moment " making me realise we where in my work place I thrust my fingers faster as I kiss her making her moan into my mouth I curl my fingers as I hit her gspot with every thrust "I'm I'm gonna fuck y/n" before I know it she's cumming all over my fingers I slow my thrusts letting her ride out her orgasm "mhhh such a good girl" I smirk as I slide my fingers out and suck them never breaking eye contact "that was amazing" she pants as I lean down and place a kiss on her cheek, "get ready quickly incase someone comes in" I say with a giggle as we both get ready, we continue the rest of the shoot getting to know one and other before I know it the shoot is done "give me your phone" she says with a flirty smile I grab my phone and hand it to her "here put your number in mine" she says handing me her phone I quickly put my number in and hand the phone back as she hands mine back "I'll text you later and we can hang out soon" she says as she leans in to kiss me quickly I kiss her back as I bite her lip gently before we part ways, this is not how I pictured the shoot going but fuck I'm glad it did this woman has me under her thumb.
I spent the rest of the day walking around with a huge smile on my face and susan following me around like a puppy trying to figure out why ive been smiling so much its rather funny.
AN: i don't know what this is I know its not great but I needed to post something to keep the book up-to-date but this is terrible I will post a part 2 of this and make it so much better haha but if you have any requests please message me ill do them right away I've had no decent ideas to post so yall get this deal with it haha word count 1.3k 
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hellcat8908 · 5 months
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omg can i please request s part 2 to the nyx x reader where they find out they’re mated and also, she gets pregnant, they’re still young and she says
” i blame my mom and yours because they jinxed us ”
and they want to keep it a secret but they know what happened the last time when they kept their relationship a secret so they host a dinner in their apartment and say
” dad, mom, i’m pregnant, so you’ll be grandparents. the babe will be born next spring, nyx is my mate, and now we’re leaving goodbye ”
and they hurry and winnow out of there before her parents and nyx’s parents let the news sink in. They stay at the cabin for a while and tell atleast mor where they are so everyone know they’re safe.
After a few days when everyone cool off, nyx and reader come back and face their parents, they’re a bit mad but after they see how much reader and nyx have planned for the babys future and life, they let it go and are thrilled to be grandparents.
Could you please also include the birth and when the babe is named💜💜
Too Fast Nyx x Reader (Both Adults)
You finished your makeup when Nyx stood behind you holding a velvet box. When he opened it and revealed a beautiful necklace that reminded you of the night sky. You pulled your hair aside as he gracefully clasped it around your neck. "You look breathtaking." He whispered before trailing kisses along your bare shoulder. Tonight marked your one year anniversary, and he had promised to make it one to remember. He hadn't told you what he had planned and wanted everything to be a surprise. After you slip on your heels, he offers his arm and escorted you to one of the newer restaurants in Velaris along the river.
As you're led to the terrace, you realize you have it all to yourselves. "Nyx, you didn't have to do all of this." You say as the fairylights twinkle around the terrace casting a soft glow over the area. "You haven't seen anything yet, love." He says with a smile. A bottle of wine is brought out and served while you order dinner. After ordering, you hear the soft music playing, and Nyx stands and reaches out his hand, "May I have this dance?" He asks. "You may." You answer before rising and moving to the open space with him. He starts leading the dance, a gentle hand on your back as you seem to float across the floor together.
After the song is finished, you take your seats, and dinner is served. You can't help but stare at him with love and admiration. He looks at you lovingly as you make conversation over dinner. After dinner, you take walk along the Sidra and stop at the bridge to admire the lights reflecting on the water. You notice a shooting star and tell Nyx to hurry and make a wish. You close your eyes and silently make a wish before the star disappears behind the horizon. "I hope our wishes come true." You say with a smile. "Mine already has." Nyx says before pulling you in for a kiss. As his lips press against yours, you feel the warmth and glow of the bond snapping into place with him.
Both of you pull away in surprise. "Did you feel it too?" You ask barely above a whisper. "Yes, I felt it." He answers before you're both flooded with love through the new bond. Before you can react, Nyx grabs you before you're surrounded by darkness only to see the cabin in the distance. "What are we doing here?" You ask, surprised. "I had every intention of stealing you away for the weekend, so we could really enjoy our anniversary." He helps you inside, and you see a bag for each of you waiting. "It's perfect, Nyx." You tell him before pulling him in for a kiss. "How about I make you dessert? I know there is usually brownie mix on hand." You say with a sly smile. "Does that mean?" He asks, leaving it open-ended.
"Yes, of course I'm going to accept the mating bond. I've been wanting this since we got together." You tell him as you start mixing ingredients. You soon have the brownies in the oven while Nyx gets a fire going to warm the cabin up for you. He settles in on the couch with you until the brownies are ready. After they've cooled, you offer him one. You watch as his eyes fill with lust after eating the brownie. He's been wanting you all night, and the bond only intensified that want. After finishing the brownie, he picks you up and carries you into the bedroom.
You spend the weekend tangled in each other, not feeling the need to get dressed. The two of you are insatiable as he's taken you in almost every room. Once sunday evening comes around, he winnows the two of you back to the apartment. You manage a shower before getting ready for bed, looking forward to catching up on some sleep. As Nyx climbs in beside you and pulls you into his arms, you ask, "Does the apartment suddenly not seem big enough?" He looks around, "are you saying you want a house to fill with kids?" He asks with a smile. "Yes." You answer with a shy smile. "Anything for you, love. We can start searching tomorrow.
After getting much needed sleep you start searching for houses. You talk about what you want in the house and leave the rest up to Nyx. After a few weeks of looking, he finally tells you he thinks he found the perfect house. He takes you to look at it after he finishes training. He goes over it room by room, "the dining room is big enough we can have everyone over for dinner, the master bedroom has a master bath and theres 2 rooms we could use for a nursery or the kids room." He says, grinning the whole time.
"You really put a lot of thought into this house. I love it! We should make an offer." You say excitedly. "No need, I kinda already bought it." He says with a hint of worry. "I just knew you'd love it, and I wanted this to be our home and eventually our babies, you decide you're ready, of course. "Well, now it's my turn to surprise you. Our moms jinxed us when they found out about our relationship." You say softly as he looks at you confused. "You're going to be a father sooner than you expected." You say. His eyes drop to your stomach like he's trying to see the baby inside.
"You really mean it? We're going to be parents?!?" He says as he drops to his knees in front of you  gently kissing your belly. "Yes, I'm due in the spring, I had Madja over to confirm it while you were busy training." His face lights up with excitement. He affectionately rubs your stomach before rising and pulling you against him, embracing you. "I can't wait to turn this house into a home with you." He says. "I can't wait either, but there is one more thing we need to do before we can." You tell him looking nervous. "Tell our parents?" He says squeezing your hand. "We can't very well keep it a secret after last time we tried to hide something from them." You say with a laugh.
"I seriously doubt they'd make you run the stairs in your condition." He teases. "No but they might make you run twice as many to make up for me not being able to." You tease back. "Yeah, letsl's not give them the opportunity for that." He says with a smile. "So I'm not worth it anymore?" You say mocking offense. He presses a kids to your lips. "I would run the stairs for you as many times as it took." He says after breaking the kiss. "My legs hurt just thinking about it." You tell him. "So hear me out, we tell them then winnow away and give them a chance to process and calm down before we come back and deal with it like adults." Nyx says. You can't help but laugh and agree, mainly trying to save him from your dad.
The next day, you put the finishing touches on dinner before serving it. During dinner, you make casual conversations with all the parents. Nyx can't help but sense the anxiety and nerves flowing through you. He keeps trying to calm you, but nothing seems to be helping. After a quiet enough dinner, you all retire to the living room. You stand next to Nyx, who takes your hand in his. "There is a reason we invited you all here tonight." He starts as you start to panic beside him. Before he can say another word, you blurt out, "I'm pregnant! You're going to be grandparents, and Nyx is my mate. The baby is due in spring. You add before you're surrounded by darkness.
Nyx quickly winnowed you to the cabin and helped you inside. You were starting to hyperventilate. He sat you on the couch and placed your hand on his chest. "Focus on breathing, love. In and out. The feel of his steady heartbeat calming you as you focus on his words. "Better now?" He asks as your breathing returns to normal. "Yes, sorry, I panicked." You say. "Don't be sorry, love. Never be sorry for how you feel." He says as he pulls you into him, holding you and rubbing your back.
He manages to get a message to Mor, letting everyone know you're both okay but giving them time to process the situation. You know you can't hide out forever, so after a few days, you winnow to the house of wind. You walk in and find your parents waiting in the living room. You take a seat next to Nyx as you start to get anxious from the tension in the room. You're dad glaring daggers at Nyx while his shadows swirl around him.
"Well, when we came to dinner that was the last thing we were expecting." Gwyn says as if trying to break the tension. "That's not exactly how we had planned on telling you." You admit. "What were you thinking?" Azriel interrupts, "clearly you weren't because if you had been you'd realize you're too young to be parents and have you even thought of how this is going to change your lives?!" You tense at his words, tears forming in your eyes. You do your best to blink them away before anyone can notice but Nyx already has.
"We weren't planning on starting a family this soon, but we have talked and already made plans for our futures as well as the babies." He says. "We've already purchased a house to turn into our home. Y/n is planning on focusing on the baby as there is no need for us to fill our future roles for the time being. She will resume training when she is ready. I will continue with my duties and training while allowing time to be there for her when she needs me." He says with confidence. You can't help but lean into him. "Sounds like you've put some thought into this after all." Rhys says with pride. "Dad, please." Is all you manage to say. His eyes soften as he looks at you.
"We're both happy for you, and it sounds like you really know what you're going to do." She stands to hug you, then Nyx as Feyre and Rhys follow suit. They congratulate the two of you and your mom, and Feyre instantly start talking about the new house and all the things you'll need for the nursery. You look around for Azriel, but he seems to have vanished. You see Nyx and Rhys talking. You excuse yourself to try to find your dad, but there is no trace of him.
Your heart sinks as Nyx gently places a hand on your shoulder, "He just needs time. We've moved pretty fast, and it's a lot to take in. He'll come around." He tries to assure you. You tell him you're ready to go home, and he just gives you a nod before saying goodbye to everyone. Nyx comes back to winnow you home, but you stop him, "I want to walk, if that's ok." You say softly. "Of course, whatever you want, love." The walk home is quiet as you get lost inside your own head. You'd hoped the fresh air would help, but it hadn't. Once you're home, you lay in bed and fall apart as Nyx wraps you in his wings like a shield.
As the months go by, your mom and Feyre help you get the nursery ready. You used to ask about Azriel since he hadn't even seen the new house, but Gwyn just told you he was still adjusting. You barely saw him, and when you did, it was like there were miles between you. Nyx hated how much you had cried over him, but he understood. The day finally arrived, and Azriel still hadn't talked to you.
The house was filled with everyone from the inner circle anxiously awaiting your baby's arrival, well, almost everyone. Nyx was by your side as Madja oversaw everything, keeping an eye on you and the baby. After hours of labor, you were ready to give up. It didn't seem like you were making any progress despite assurance from both Nyx and Madja that you were. You weren't sure if it was your hormones or exhaustion, but you looked at Nyx with tear filled eyes and said you wanted your dad.
Nyx stormed out of the room and downstairs, where everyone looked anxiously at him expecting news. He walked over to Gwyn and demanded to know where Azriel was. She told him Azriel was at home. In an instant, Nyx winnowed to their house and marched in yelling for Azriel. Azriel came downstairs, "why are you yelling?" Nyx had had enough, "because right now your daughter is labor, and all she wants right now is your stubborn ass." He says.
"If she is in labor, why are you here?" He asks, his voice laced with anger. "Because all she wants right now is you, not sure why after everything you put her through." He states. "She's on the verge of giving up, and the only one who can convince her to keep going and that she do this is standing here arguing with me. You want to punish someone punish me! Beat the hell out of me! But right now, y/n needs her dad, so man up and be her dad!" Nyx yells before winnowing back to the house and rushing to your side.
"He's not coming, is he? He hates me that much he's just given up on me." You say brokenly. "I don't hate you, sweetie." Azriel says from the doorway. He comes to stand on the other side of your bed, "I could never hate you." He takes your hand, "right now, you need to push with all your might." He says as he brushes the sweat soaked hair from your face. "I'm so scared and tired." You tell him. "You are one of the strongest women I know. You've got this. Just a little more, and you can rest." He encourages you.
You manage to push the baby put after a few more pushes. Your head slumped back against the pillow as you heard your baby cry before he's placed on your chest. Azriel stares in awe at you and your baby, becoming overwelmed. "I'm so sorry I haven't been there for you during your pregnancy. If you'll let me, I'd like to be there for the rest of your lives together. I realize how foolish I was being thanks to Nyx." He says as he admires you holding your daughter
"You're always welcome in our lives." You tell him as your heart bursts with joy from everything that's happened. "So what's her name?" Azriel asks. "Gwynriel." You answer softly as he smiles his approval.
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natdu · 1 year
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Coffee chat
Pairing: Timeskip! Bokuto Koutaro x Fem reader
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: The more he talked the less you were aware of your surroundings (and the more your heart beated for him)
Warnings: Grammar - lowkey insecure but lovesick reader - reader is down bad - mention of specific likings and hobbies- reader is besties with Shoyo let's gooo - just a lot of cutesy and cheesy stuff to heal myself - me simping over how enormous Bokuto is I'm truly sorry
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"I'm sorry I asked for a black coffee in advance, I didn't want to sit without buying anything"
"Oh it's nothing, really. I came kinda late so don't worry"
The 190.3 cm of man in front of you just giggled and sat down with a little "huff"
"You aren't late silly, you are just on time. Look"
You showed him the hour on the phone and he smiled brightly
"Hah you are right, I'm glad. OK so ready to order the real deal?"
"Sure Bokuto"
"Just call me Koutaro or Kou, please?"
He made puppy eyes and you couldn't help yourself, he was so cute
"If that's OK with you, Kou, then I'm obliged to do"
You had met Bokuto through Hinata.
You met the red head at the airport once and bonded over sports. He loved volleyball and you loved swimming (even if you weren't a professional athlete)
Hinata once invited you to pass valentines day at his home since both of you didn't have anything to do. You noticed when you arrived that evening that neither of his team-mates had something too
That's when you saw him in all his white and black glory. Tall, buff and bright
You were hooked on the spot
It didn't help that he introduced himself with a hug that made you feel like summer was engulfing you and if spring captured your mind
He even gave a playful squish to your sides that made you jump on the spot
"Haha I'm sorry its just that you are so cute! Shoyo told me a lot about you"
"Ha ha ha h-he did?" still warm from his touch you glanced at your friend
He just gingerly smiled and scratched his neck
"It's not everyday I find people like you"
"And its not everyday we find Shoyo-kun looking at swimming videos" Was Atsumu's intervention
You just heard Hinata groan and a little tap of your shoulder took your attention back to the big man beside you
"Wanna exchange numbers?"
And that's why you are here in the coffee shop. Listening to Bokuto rant once again about his week and how much he enjoyed his previous weekend with his best friend
You both had already finished your respective snacks, crumbs and used napkins decorating the table
"Seems Akaashi-san was as excited to met you again"
"Oh he denied at first but I could notice in his actions he enjoyed his time too"
The sun shined just perfect through the window you were sit by,making his eyes glow with the evening. This made you sigh dreamily
You were falling, and hard. You hadn't told the man in front of you tho, a little bit worried that his treatment was just his way to be with everyone. I mean, he greeted you the first time with a big ass hug, he probably did that with everyone, right?
"And next week we'll be going against the Adlers ughhh Ushiwaka has been making our life difficult with his strong spikes it sometimes pisses me off y'know?
You hummed absorbed on how his whole body reflected his emotions. Cute, so cute and attractive you just looked at him like he had hung up the moon in the sky
Another sigh escaped your lips, it was fruitless to hide your affection. Your lovesick glances being more than enough to give you away.
His little rant stopped abruptly and he sheepishly looked away and bit his inner cheek
"I am talking too much ugh sorry, I took all the attention"
You softened (even more) your gaze and shake your head
"Nuh huh, no problem" You smiled and graze his hands with your fingers "I like hearing you talk, you are really bewitching"
"Uh?"
"Eh?"
You could see his distinctive smile popping out and blinding you
"Could you elaborate? Hmm?"
You got shy all of a sudden. Shoot, you forgot that compliments made him go all teasing on you
"Well I uh" you gulped and while trying to calm your nerves you mindlessly grabbed his left index finger, something that shocked him enough to fix his eyes on it
"You are really fun to be around, you express yourself freely and with genuine happiness"
Maybe it was the heat of his hand or the soft music going through the air, but something made you drop your fear and like that you let your heart talk
"I'm joyous when I spend time with you Koutaro. You make my days so much better and I hope to have more evenings like this... If you let me..."
If he could scream and shout and run in laps that's what would had happened.
But with his big hand trapped in yours, feeling so loved and grateful. He just did what his heart screamed almost two meetings ago
The saltyness of his lips mixed with his vanilla lipbalm made you jolt in your seat.
You could only close your eyes and feel how he kissed you softly while holding your hands with his calloused ones, as if you were made of porcelain
When he pulled away a tint of red was painting his cheeks while yours were flaming hot
"If I can do this next time then yeah, let's have more days like this"
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JIJIJIDJDJDKS did I made myself turn around in my bed and everything with this? YeS
Anywayyys I think my mood consist of hurt/comfort and then full fluff so indulge me please
Hope you like it and let me use this space to thank you for all the likes and shares of my Kageyama fic
From the bottom of my heart, thank you
Natdu
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elisysd · 8 months
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Place in me - Luke Hemmings
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Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter
Call me in the morning, yeah I'm sorry that I let you down, I I'm so apathetic, it's pathetic But I need you now, now
Charles approached the Japanese Grand Prix with confidence, but with a certain anxiety. Confident because he was just back from a race where he had won. Apprehensive because of the memories linked to this track. Memories that he preferred to repress far, far away in his memory. But it was as if fate had decided that it wasn't going to leave him in peace. Conditions on Sunday were far from ideal. The track was soaked and Charles shared his concerns with Fred, who admitted that he wasn't at ease either. But despite the FIA's reluctance and the rain, which showed no sign of stopping, the race went ahead.
Getting up at seven o'clock on a Sunday morning was not what Lyanna had in mind when she thought about her weekend. But she had promised Charles that she would watch all his races, from free practices to the finish line. In addition, he was starting from P3, a position he didn't particularly like, but nonetheless he was in front and that made Lyanna happy. She had no doubt that he would be able to hold his position. But the rain and the commentators on television didn't reassure her. She couldn't wait for the race to finish. Firstly because she knew that Charles didn't really like Suzuka and secondly because it meant that he was coming home, something that Lyanna felt had not happened for far too long. She couldn't wait to see him walk through the doors of the flat and she had promised herself that as soon as he arrived, she wouldn't let him out of her sight. Besides, he was coming home just in time for her birthday and she couldn't wait to spend it in bed with him. Nothing but Charles and the few phone calls she felt compelled to take.
The race finally started and Charles quickly overtook Checo to follow in Max's trail. The rain was pouring down and Lyanna couldn't imagine what Charles could see, or rather not see, and feel. If she closed her eyes, it would make her want to throw up. With her eyes glued to the screen, she could see Charles battling with Max for P1 and even before the impact, she knew. She knew that neither of them would win the duel. And it was Charles who made the mistake in trying to overtake Max. The Ferrari's rear wheels locked, forcing him to adjust his trajectory and collide with Max. Both spun and hit the barrier.
Lyanna gasped, events of last year replaying in her head. But it wasn't long before she saw Max and Charles get out of the car, unharmed. She exhaled. They were fine.
She was the first person Charles called when he got back to the hotel. He was exhausted and angry, and unfortunately for Lyanna she soon realised that it was going to be up to her to find the words to comfort the Monegasque driver.
“You don’t understand Lyanna! It’s my fault. 100%. And I can’t afford to make stupid mistakes like this! Not now that I have a real chance at the championship, I can’t fuck it up.”
“You’re too hard with yourself… The track was completely wet because of the rain it could have happened to anyone, to Lewis or even Max. You’re a human Charles, not a robot.”
“It was a rookie mistake, Lyanna. I know better than that.” He said harshly.
“I’m just glad you are okay…” she whispered.
“You know what we always say, right? You know what I always promise you. You know that.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Repeat it, then.”
“Be fast, come back to me, I love you.”
“And I’m always fast, I always come back to you and I’ll always love you. Enough about me. Tell me about you, I feel like it’s been so log since we actually got a proper talk.”
“That’s because every time we’re on FaceTime your mind is always elsewhere but never on me.”
“I’m sorry about that. It’s just… this start of the season is already a lot…”
“I know. That’s why I don’t want to add to your problems or your stress.”
“You know you’ll never. So, how’s the shoot.”
“I’ve known better if I’m being honest. Don’t get me wrong, I love the movie and I trust Michael’s vision and you should see Adam Driver on set, he is magistral, but anyway. It’s a lot of pressure, a lot of work and it’s a range of emotions to portray that I’ve never done before. It’s exhausting. Fulfilling because I feel like I learn so much about myself, but hard and stressful. I can’t wait for you to get home… I... I just need you and your arms and your kisses… You. Only you.”
“And I’ll be all yours as soon as I stepped out of that plane, I promise you. Do you want to do something in particular for your birthday?”
“I want to do you. That’s it.” She jokingly said.
Charles was far from against the idea and if he was honest, it was something he was looking forward to. But he also knew how much his girlfriend loved her family and the place they occupied in her life. He wanted her to have a birthday to remember. And he wanted to be the person to give her that. His ego would feel flattered. After hanging up with Lyanna, he searched his contacts for Renée's phone number, which she had given him in case of emergency.
“Charles? You are the last person I expected a call from.” Lyanna’s mom greeted him after she picked up.
“Renée, hello. I hope you’re alright and I’m not bothering.”
“No, you don’t. Is everything okay with Lyanna? I’m assuming she is the reason why you call.”
“Yes, kind of… I wanted to ask you something.”
“If you are asking me for the permission to marry her, it’s a no. You still have to prove that you deserve her, young man.”
Charles was taken aback by the way she said it.
“Hum... well. I was not calling for that but it’s good to know… I guess? Hypothetically, if I wanted to ask you for permission, what should I do?”
“Don’t ignore her for starter. She told me what happened after your win in Bahrain. It didn’t make me happy to hear that, Charles. You promised me you would take care of her; I’m not asking you to be perfect, everyone is human and bound to make mistakes but… don’t play with her and her feelings. She went through enough.”
“I’ve already apologised to her, I kind of groveled if it can help. But anyway, it was not the reason of my call. I want to organize her a surprise birthday party and I was thinking of making you all fly out to Monaco to see her. It would make her so happy. And… I was also thinking that you all could meet my family since I wanted to invite them as well. Lyanna is close to them and I know my mom would be delighted to help to organize. She loves Lyanna.”
“Well… it’s very nice of you…”
“You don’t have to do anything. I can arrange a private jet and the hotel. You would just have to show up to the airport. Say yes, please. For Lya.”
Charles couldn't help jumping in joy and punching his fist in the air when Renée told him that she agreed and that she would take care of planning with the rest of the family. As soon as he had finished with his mother-in-law, he hurried off to phone his mother and explain his plans. Pascale was delighted and assured him that everything would be fine and that she would take care of everything. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut and not reveal anything to the actress. So it was with great excitement that Charles set off the next day for Italy to meet up with his beloved.
Lyanna wasn't there when Charles arrived from the airport. He hadn't said exactly when he was coming back, wanting to surprise the young woman. On the way, he stopped at a florist and bought her a huge bouquet of red roses. He knew it wasn't original, but he didn't care. He took the time to put his things away and take a long hot shower before changing into comfortable clothes. He plugged his phone into the stereo in the living room before choosing an acoustic playlist to play in the background. When that was done, he settled into the sofa and closed his eyes, savouring the fact that he was home. Soon he heard a key turn in the lock and he sat up, ready to welcome Lyanna and shower her with kisses.
He had expected her magnificent smile to light up as soon as she saw him, but what he saw destabilised him. She was crying. And not just a little. Her glossy eyes found Charles and she burst into even more tears, if that were possible, before rushing into his arms and soaking his shirt.
“Love… Lya… Oh my god babe. Hey, talk to me.”
“I want to give up. I can’t go back there. I want to give up Charles” she was like a broken record repeating the same sentences again and again.
“Babe, come here. Sit down. Tell me what happened.”
She pressed herself against Charles and wrapped her arms around his torso before burying her neck in his shoulder.
“I fucked up. We were supposed to shoot a scene and… and it was a hard one. It was about abuse. And…I freaked out. Something in me froze. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I got flashbacks from…” she shook her had as if she was trying to erase the memory. “And then everyone was staring at me, Michael wanted me to redo the whole scene from the top but I couldn’t Charles. I couldn’t. I ran away. I said that I couldn’t do it anymore and I left. They are going to be so mad. So mad. But I couldn’t stay there, I felt like I was drowning and I couldn’t breathe. It scared me.” She was rambling and Charles hugged her even tighter, kissing her forehead.
“It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here, Lya, I’m here…”
“I’m so thankful you’re here. I thought you were coming back later and I would be alone and I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
He let her cry against him until she finally fell asleep, exhausted. He carried her to their bedroom and laid her on their bed. She tossed and turned, seeking the warmth of Charles' body. He joined her shortly afterwards and, naturally, she found herself back in his arms.
When Charles woke up a little later, it was still dark. The jet lag was beginning to wear on him, even though he was usually rather proud of the way he handled it. Lyanna hadn't moved an inch; she was still snuggled comfortably in his arms, her legs intertwined with his. Instinctively, he pulled her even closer to him and placed his lips on the top of her head. He didn't want to move, he felt good, peaceful. But a pang of worry pierced his heart. He couldn't help wondering how the young woman would be when she woke up.
With a gesture, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and looked at the time.  Barely five in the morning. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep and that he risked waking Lyanna at any moment, who needed sleep so badly. He got up carefully and put on his workout clothes. His building had a gym, which was handy for him. He grabbed his airpods and left the room, then the flat, without a sound.
He returned an hour later, but not before stopping off at a café to pick up a takeaway breakfast for Lyanna and himself. He could hear the water running in the bathroom, which told him that Lyanna was awake, which was reassuring. He set the table, taking care to display the bouquet he'd bought the day before, which he hadn't had the chance to offer properly. Soon, the young woman's silhouette appeared in the doorway and it was a weary smile that Charles received when she saw him.
“How do you feel?” he asked her as he took her in his arms and gave her a light peck on the lips.
“Like shit. I’m supposed to be on the set in two hours… I don’t want to go…” she smiled gently at him as she saw the flowers on the table and inhaled the scent.
“Is there something I can do to help?”
“Actually… do you want to come with me today?”
Charles was used to cameras, but he had to admit that a film set was a very different environment from what he knew on a day-to-day basis. Lyanna didn't have to worry about a thing; as soon as she arrived, the director rushed over to her and asked if she was alright. Lyanna briefly explained how she had felt, without going into detail, and apologised profusely, which Michael Mann brushed aside with a wave of his hand.
Charles had spent many hours sitting in a corner in silence, admiring Lyanna as she worked. Seeing her in her element, confident and in control of every detail, giving her opinion, chatting and laughing with the other cast members, made him fall a little more in love with her. As soon as she could, she checked on Charles and made sure to introduce him to everyone, so that by lunchtime everyone knew Charles' name and knew that he was Lyanna's boyfriend.
Lyanna was free by mid-afternoon and wasn't needed on set until the end of the week, which was perfect for Charles as it would allow them to get back to Monaco where Lyanna's birthday was being held. Pascale had booked the same room where Charles had celebrated his birthday a few months earlier, and the orchestra and caterer had also been rebooked. Lyanna's family and friends were due to arrive the day before and Joris, Arthur and Lorenzo had been asked to drive everyone to the hotel. This way, Charles could take full advantage of his girlfriend without her suspecting anything.
On the morning of his birthday, Lyanna was the first to wake up and it was she who woke Charles up by placing light kisses on his stubble, his neck and then down his chest.
“Hey, you.” whispered Charles in a sleepy voice.
“Good morning, babe.” Lyanna replied with a twinkle in her eye.
“You’re in a good mood this morning.”
“Indeed. Do you know why?”
“I have an idea but please enlighten me.”
“It’s my birthday and you’re home and that means I have you to myself and let me tell you that I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
“Oh yeah? And what did you plan?”
“Oh so, so many things that don’t require for us to leave this bed.”
And true to her word, they stayed in bed all day. Lyanna ignored the messages and calls she received on her birthday, her family playing along with the idea that they were far away, when in reality they were only a few streets away from Charles's flat.
At the end of the day, and not without some difficulty, Charles managed to persuade Lyanna to get out of bed and go celebrate her birthday somewhere quiet and out of sight, just the two of them. He hated having to lie to her, but he hoped her reaction would be worth it. Lyanna pouted, unenthusiastic about the idea of going out.
“Lya, I made reservations and I really can’t cancel…”
“But I didn’t want to go out… I just want to be with you.”
“You got me all to yourself the whole day. You barely let me out of the bed to eat.”
“I didn’t hear you complain though…”
“Oh believe me, I’m not. It’s just that I want to spoil my girlfriend for her birthday and I want to please her because she deserves it. So let’s go out.”
“I must say that you did a really good job pleasing me the whole day and you can keep doing it without us having to leave the flat. It’s very convenient, it doesn’t require you to move and it’s completely free. No need to spend a penny on me. See, I’m really low maintenance.”
“I’m going to drag you out of here if I need to.”
“Can’t you just tell them that we will be going tomorrow?”
“We both need some fresh air. It will do us good.”
She continued to complain, but realising that Charles would not give in, she headed for the bathroom.
“I’m letting the door open, if you want to join me.”
“Lya, we can’t afford to be late and we both know that if I’m stepping even just a toe in this bathroom we will be very, very late.”
“You’re loss Leclerc, then.”
Charles shook his head and slipped out of the room, not wanting to be tempted more than necessary. He checked his messages nervously, his mother keeping him regularly informed of the evening's progress. He decided to call her to find out exactly how it was all shaping up rather than read the dozens of messages he had received throughout the day.
“Hey mom. How is going?”
“You would know if you were answering my texts! You really choose the right day to go full radio silence. Everyone is here, Charles. Where are you, guys?”
“On our way, don’t worry. We will be there in no time.”
“You haven’t left your place, did you?” it was not really a question, just a fact and Charles could almost picture his mom rolling her eyes.
“We’ve been a little bit carried away but don’t worry the situation is under control…”
“You had one job Charles, just to arrive on time.”
“Well, it was harder than expected…”
“What is hard? Because I sure can help with that.” Lyanna was just behind him completely oblivious to the fact that he was on the phone with his mom.
“There are some things that a mom doesn’t need to know. I’m going to leave you but please for the love of god, be quick.”
“I’ll try. I promise.” He hung up the phone and eyes his girlfriend. “My mom heard you and I think next time you’ll see her she is going to look at you in a very different way.”
“I’m sorry… but admit it, it’s funny. Just a little bit.”
“Having my mom knowing about our sex life is something funny to you?”
“Come on Charles, she is not stupid, she knows that you are not a sweet and pure and innocent little angel.”
“Of course! It doesn’t mean that she has to hear things!”
“She will be fine! What did she want, by the way?”
“Just to invite us for lunch tomorrow. Up for it?”
Charles was amazed at how easily lies slipped out of him.
Eventually they arrived outside the hotel where the birthday party was being held. Lyanna winced, quickly realising that Charles was not taking her to the quiet, intimate, relaxed place he had led her to believe.
“What did you do, Leclerc?”
“Spoiling my girlfriend. Come on, let’s get in.”
He got out of the car, handing his keys to the attendant as another employee opened Lyanna's door. Charles hurried to her side and offered her his hand, which she accepted.
She glanced suspiciously at Charles, who winked at her and smiled broadly. As soon as they entered the hotel lobby, they were directed to the private room, which Lyanna recognised. And that's when she saw them. All her family, her close friends and Sophia were there too. She was surprised to see Charles's family there too, along with Pierre and Kika, who had also travelled for the occasion. She even recognised Fred. She questioned Charles, who replied that his team principal had taken a liking to her, especially as he thought she was the reason why Charles was performing so well in this early part of the season. Emotion suddenly took hold of her and she felt tears welling up. Her mother was the first to come forward and give her a hug, soon to be joined by her best friend Emilie.
Charles gave them some space and went to talk to the other guests. The evening passed quickly and Charles could only feel his heart swell with joy at the happiness emanating from his girlfriend. She went from guest to guest, laughing, chatting and dancing. Just as he had found a quiet spot, Emilie came to join him.
“Charles Leclerc, finally I’m meeting you.”
“Emilie, right? Lya told me a lot about you.”
“It goes both ways. You are all she talks about when I have her on the phone… I feel like I know you without actually knowing you. Which is weird.”
She sipped her glass of champagne and sighed.
“I’m going to be honest if you don’t mind. Lya is my best friend, I might even dare to say she is the sister I’ve never had which is why I often feel the need to protect her. So don’t take it personally, but I made research on you.”
Charles almost choked on his drink.
“I found things that made me questioned your true motives with her. You don’t have the nicest dating history to be fair. I’ve got scared for her. Athletes don’t have the best reputation in terms of being faithful… But you make her happy, everyone can see that, even I. And I can see that you love her as well, not everyone would go out of their way to do something like that to someone if there were no real and deep feelings involved.  I still don’t like you. But for now I’m going to tolerate you. But I’m watching you. One dick move and I will hunt you down.”
“Copy. Right and clear. But don’t worry, I intend to keep her for a very, very long time.”
As the evening wore on, he found Lyanna eating a piece of cake. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shone with excitement.
“I’m glad you made me leave the bed in the end…”
“See, I have good ideas sometimes.”
“Thank you, Charles. For everything.” She said seriously.
Charles put an arm around her shoulders and placed a kiss on her temple. She nestled a little closer to him and they enjoyed a brief moment of peace before returning to the guests. Lyanna stopped suddenly and tugged at Charles's sleeve before pointing to a corner of the room.
“Charles, do you see what I’m seeing?”
“Hum, well… your mom talking to Fred? Why? What’s wrong?”
“My mom is not talking! She is giggling Charles! Giggling! With Fred! They are so flirting.”
“Fred is single, your mom is too. If they can have some fun, good for them.”
“It’s my mom and technically your boss we are talking about!”
Charles paused.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s weird. Imagine they actually get together, the kind of family reunions we could have! Do you think that would mean your mom would come at the Grand Prix?”
“I don’t want to imagine!”
“It would sure be fun and interesting! You could have Fred as a stepfather!”
“Shut up!”
Charles laughed and wrapped his arms around her as Lyanna groaned in protest.
Soon it was time for everyone to say goodbye. Lyanna thanked them for the surprise and soon left with Charles.
“Well, I’d say that your family and my family got on really well. That’s amazing. No awkward family reunions in sight.”
“Yeah… I can’t believe you did that for me. I mean, I can believe it because you prove me everyday how much you love me but… for you to actually take the time to organise that… it blows my mind.”
“Shout out to my mom who actually did most of the job. I really just had to get you there in time and I failed. But really, it was nothing. I know how much stressed you’ve been under lately and how much your family means to you; it was normal for me to do that. It was not much.”
“I love you so much, Charles. I couldn’t ask for a better birthday present.”
She placed a kiss on his cheek as Charles kept his eyes on the road before sliding a hand onto her knee and gave it a gentle squeeze.
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flowershinobi · 1 year
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LOCATION
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you really, really , really want to kiss itachi, too wc1040.
established relationship; romance; fluff- just a cute little blurb ft text messages (reader’s are indented)
It's late by the time you get home, much later than you expected when you cancelled on your boyfriend in order to finish up some work in-office, and as you dump your things in the genken you glance around your small, empty flat with exhausted dejection. You hadn't expected him to be here -you don't even live together-, but the fact that he isn't feels crushing. Soul crushing. And the realization punches a small laugh from you as you kick your shoes off and pad over to your kitchen.
There are signs that he stopped by: the bedside lamp is on, set to its lowest light because he knows you hate coming home to the dark; your sink is empty of the teacup and small plate you'd used for breakfast; and, best of all, there's take out in the fridge -your favorite order, straight from the restaurant you all were supposed to meet at. There is no note left for you to read, no text to let you know, and it's so Itachi, so painfully Itachi, that you can't help the warmth that blooms across your chest or the smile that forms on your face as you pull the containers from the fridge and pop them in the microwave.
You grab your phone on the way to the bathroom, shooting off a quick text before hopping in the shower.
just getting home. thank you for dinner, babe. I love you
It's late.
yeah
Did you finish your proposal?
finished and submitted
Good. What are you doing?
just showered 😉 just about to eat
Take an antiacid.
😂 yeah ok ok
what are you doing? end up working ?
Yes. Just getting to the hotel. Still in town
😳😳🤧👀
Madara's getting fancy
Sure
I miss you
🥹
I want to kiss you.
😯
are we sexting Mr. Uchiha?
ha ha
i miss you and want to kiss you too
I'm sorry i cancelled and that you had to work 🤢
Would you make it up to me?
😳
Is this my itachi?
[photo too close to his face - ie, how he holds it bc he can't see shit smh]
oh yeah that’s my bub 🥰
whatever you want❤
It's selfish.
[location]
11th floor, Room 1103
🤭 i'm omw
It only takes twenty minutes for you to get to his hotel and sneak up to his room. He’s waiting at the door, wearing a smile you know is yours and yours alone.
"Did you track me?" You tease, voice quiet as you wrap your arms around his waist and offer him a smile in return. 
"It's late," is all he says, thumb stroking across your cheek. "Kakuzu said it was cruel and irresponsible to ask you."
"Maybe. But...all is fair in love and war, right?" He ghosts your bottom lip, eyes fixed on your mouth as you ask, "Is he here?"
"No... no. It's just me" -he lets you go and steps back to let you in- "just us."
You drop your bag next to his as you make your way deeper into his room. "Are you busy tomorrow?"
"Only before checkout."
He doesn't tell you that he swapped shifts, but he doesn't have to. You learned early on that he's quietly romantic, always doing his best to make it look easy and effortless.
"So you're all mine all weekend?"
He watches you undress down to a t-shirt and underwear, drawing his fingers through the hair escaped from his ponytail when you meet his gaze.  "I'm always all yours," he tells you and you like the way he says it. Steady and solemn, lacking any expectation or fanfare. Honest- the same way he'd tell you you spend too much on smoothies or that it rained yesterday. It's a fact.
It's a fact and he means it: Uchiha Itachi is always all yours.
"But, yes. You'll have my full attention all weekend."
"Lucky me," you say as you sit on the edge of his bed. 
He joins you, fitting a leg between yours as he takes your jaw in hand. You lean into his touch, easily finding the unmistakable scent of your boyfriend under the smell of perfumed hotel soap and lotion. It draws a sigh from you, leaving you smiling softly as your eyes fall closed.
"Itachi?"
"Hmm?"
"You just gonna stare or are you gonna kiss me?" Your tongue curls over your upper teeth as you look up at him with a cheeky smile. "Mmm, babe?"
He leans down, stroking your chin fondly as his eyes fall closed and his lips meet yours with a familial pressure. "Patience is a virtue," he reminds you, lips ghosting yours before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"You sent me your location to be virtuous?"
He sighs, long suffering, and lets you pull away as you make your way up the bed and situate yourself in the middle. A smirk curls at a corner of his lips as he watches you, breaking the quiet intensity of his stoic gaze before his tongue peaks out for a moment. You fold your knees toward your chest, feet resting flat against the comforter as you offer him a glimpse between your thighs.
"I just wanted to kiss you," he murmurs, crawling up the bed to you and shaking his head in disbelief as you laugh.
You draw your arms around him once he's close enough, your legs closing around his sides as he tilts his head for another kiss.
"Kakuzu was right, then," you say as he kisses down your jaw and neck. Tugging his scrunchie from his hair-you belatedly recognize it as one of yours-, you add on, "you are cruel, babe. And unusual."
"Talking about another man in my bed, huh?" He asks, rearing back to look at you with a subtly amused expression on his face.
"You’ve pushed me to the edge."
He smirks, nose brushing yours affectionately. "Perhaps I should send you home, then."
"No- no- no-"
"Why shouldn’t I?"
You frown, fingers combing through his hair. He melts into you at the feeling, body relaxing until it’s heavy on yours and it’s perfect. Exactly what you’d wanted when you’d gotten home to an empty flat
 "Because I wanted to kiss you too, Uchiha, duh."
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rinsuniverse · 8 months
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Can I request woozi with a reader who loves loves loves music? I’m autistic and music is just one of those things that make me so so so happy! And I really vibe with svt songs it’s crazy…
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woozi with a s/o who loves music ✧˖°.
i feel like it's necessary for woozi's s/o to LOVE music
i think he said in an interview one time that his ideal type is someone who loves music as much as he does!
but anyway, if he knows you love music, he'd be so overjoyed!
he'd feel even more motivated to keep producing music
he'd send you lots of song recommendations and playlists
and he'd sing your favorite songs to you on very lucky days
one day, when you were attending one of seventeen's concerts when you guys just started dating
he memorized where you were supposed to be seated
and whenever he'd look over at you and saw you bopping your head to the music and listening happily as you get lost in the wonderful sounds he put together
he can't help but smile at you and fall in love with you
the way you can get so lost in music just like he does
it just makes his heart so happy
he wishes he could've taken a photo or video of that moment, but he treasures that memory and makes sure to remember it vividly
during the time he has to go on tour and leave you home alone for a long weekend, he compiles a playlist of music he loves, music he thinks you would love, and music he KNOWS you love for you to play on a speaker for when the house feels too quiet
when you're in the car together, he insists he always has the aux, but of course, he'd play specific songs especially for you
since this drabble is kind of short...
here's an imagine for you!
imagine it's been a terribly long day, and you're feeling so exhausted on your way home
when you get home, you aren't surprised jihoon's not there
i mean, he stays up pretty late working
but you decide you're gonna beg for him to come home at a reasonable time so he can come chill with you at home
so you shoot him a text like
you: ji
you: pls come home
and he responds
jihoon: right now?
you: just earlier than usual
jihoon: why? what's wrong?
you: i've had such a long day
jihoon: you can't come to the studio and hang out with me here?
you: ...
jihoon: fine i'll come home in a bit
and you lay there on the couch with your work clothes still on
you don't even have the energy to clean yourself up or make yourself something to eat
when he comes home, he tsks at you
"wow. have you just been laying here since you called me?"
"mhm."
he chuckles, plopping himself on top of you
"want to call it an early night tonight?" he mumbles into your shoulder
"yes, please."
he gets up and helps you up, leading both of you to your room
he takes off your jacket for you before laying it over your desk chair
you go to the bathroom to actually change into some pjs
and he changes into some shorts that he left over at your house
and then you both lay next to each other in bed
"i'm so tired," you say, sighing
you lay your head on his chest and listen to the rhythm of his heart
"why? did you not have a good day?"
"it was an okay day, just felt like it was too long."
"oh, makes sense," he says.
he doesn't ask if you want to talk about it
because, to be honest, he doesn't know how to comfort you with words
and if you really wanted to talk about it, you would go on ahead and do it
you lay there in silence until he starts singing "hug" to you
you listen to his voice and the meaningful lyrics
and it feels so wholesome and so pure
you want moments like these to last forever because you love music and you love him
so if he's singing to you, it's just everything you love at once
you quickly fall asleep in his loose grasp
his arm wrapped around your shoulders with his fingers drumming a soft beat on your chest
and when he finishes singing, he quickly notices your soft snores, and he feels so accomplished and happy
he feels so warm in these music sharing moments with you
he plays some of your favorite songs on his phone at a low volume
and you both sleep well together 🫶
thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoyed it <3 feel free to request many, many more things ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧
(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))
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wrenreid · 2 years
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mature content in this story, 18+ advised.
Chapter One:
"Y/n Y/l/n," you answer your phone.
"Hey, Y/n this is Jeff Davis. I'm calling to tell you about your part as Delilah on the show."
Oh no, you think. This is the part where I'm kicked off. Maybe it just wasn't working out for them, or they didn't feel like paying me a few times a month.
"Well..."
Oh, just get on with it.
"I'm so glad to inform you that we want you to be a series regular,” the voice on the other end exclaims.
"What? Really?! This is amazing. Thank you!!"
A smile bigger than your entire face spreads on your lips. You're going to be a true character on Criminal Minds. Your heart pounds a million miles a minute.
Ever since that phone call a few months ago, you've been even more uptight about work. This was your biggest project ever, and you couldn't mess this up. Especially since you're still trying to prove to your father that this was a good idea. He wanted you to get “a real job” as he put it. You've been trying to show him that acting is a real job, and you make more money than you would as a teacher or whatever he wanted you to become.
You started acting during university, and ended up finishing the remanding two years online so you could work on more films. That pissed your father off so much.
You'd landed a role in New York in a short film, it didn't pay much, but it was really exciting. It made you even more interested acting, and you started to audition for more and more roles. Obviously, you were turned down quite a bit, but you finally landed a fairly good part in a tv show. The show only ran for two seasons, but that was a total of 9 months of going on set five times a week.
You'd landed some more small roles, and then your agent found you the audition of a lifetime. It was for one of your favorite shows, Criminal Minds. The role was minor: a young woman who was the daughter of a high powered business man who got kidnapped. Your character was 26, and good thing you have a young face because you were 32 at the time.
Delilah was only supposed to be on screen for two episodes, but they ended up bringing her back a few times throughout the end of season 15.
You thought you were done with the show for forever, so clearly you were shocked and delightfully thrilled when you got the news you were returning for season 16.
You remember your first day on set, a bundle of nerves and excitement. Everyone was so nice. All except one person. He wasn't necessarily rude, but the vibe he gave off was that of a conceited and immature teenager.
And you weren't really wrong with that first impression. Matthew Gray Gubler, one of America's favorite actors, but your least favorite coworker. He was just an assholish guy who acted like a child most of the time. You really only could tolerate him as Spencer Reid.
You sit in your trailer, going over your lines for the next scene of episode 8. By this time, Spencer has become sort of a safe space for Delilah to confined in after her father's murder. You've filmed her work scenes, she works as a business woman and is trying to handle all the work loads her father left behind.
Suddenly, your trailer door bursts open and there stumbles in Matthew.
"You know knocking would be nice,” you say, looking up from the script with annoyance in your voice.
He leans over and knocks on the door.
You roll your eyes. "Doesn't work when you already barged in."
Matthew ignores your snarky remark. "Whatcha doing?"
"Going over my lines. You know, like one does before a scene."
"All my lines are up here," he taps on his head with his pointer finger.
"You say that until you mess them up at least four times a day."
"That hurts, Y/n, that hurts." Matthew holds his chest dramatically.
"What do you want, Gubler?"
"Ooh last names, someone's cranky." He plops down on the couch beside you.
"I'm not cranky, just annoyed by your presence," you shoot him a fake smile.
"Uh rude. Are you going to the dinner this weekend?" He asks, leaning on the armchair of the couch.
Well I was invited wasn't I? You want to say, but you don't. "Yeah. I'm assuming you'll be there."
"Yep. Oh and by the way, they needed you down there 5 minutes ago."
"What? Shit,” slight panic runs through your body as you stand up.
He chuckles, a smug look on his face.
"You're the worst," you throw your script at him and rush out of your trailer.
You apologize for being late, which sucks because you've been trying so hard to always be early so that you can make good impressions. This jobs means a lot to you.
After marking your scene, shooting it, and  reshooting it about 3 times for other camera angles and other versions of it, you're finally done for the day.
It's only 5pm by the time you get back to your trailer to grab your things. You're already changed out of Delilah's clothes and back into Y/n's usual jeans and sweater: the lazy set clothes.
You take a cab home to your 'lovely' and stupidly expensive LA apartment. It's not horrible, but you're definitely paying too much for the amount of space you have.
After changing into pj bottoms and a plain white t shirt, you curl up on the couch and fall asleep watching reruns of Friends.
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It Was Only a Matter of Time (Alexia Putellas x Reader)
Summary: Reader and Alexia meet as children at summer youth training. They’re instant best friends. As they grow up together and take on professional football, Reader’s unreciprocated feelings for Alexia push them apart. 
Trigger warnings: fear of coming out, mentions of family who have passed away
This format is a bit different than how I generally write. Shoutout to @grapefruit-personified for help with the title
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Age 9  
You looked across the field at your mom, extremely happy to see that she had kept her promise to stay and watch your first practice. You were nervous for today. Three weeks ago, you'd jumped up and down when your parents had told you would be able to go to FC Barcelona's summer youth training camp. But now that you were actually standing on the field, looking at all the kids and players around you, you weren't sure what to do.
 You played with the string on your soccer shorts, looking down at the grass. The coach had instructed everyone to partner up and start passing drills. But you couldn't find anyone who didn't already have a partner. It seemed like everyone already knew each other here. Everyone around you was talking loudly, laughing, and passing balls.
 A ball landed at your foot and you kicked it back in the direction it came from without thinking. A second later, it came back to you. Looking up, you saw a girl smiling at you, waiting for you to send the ball back towards her. Glancing around, you didn't see a partner for her. You smiled, and you kicked the ball back to her.  You passed back and forth until the whistle blew.
 The girl picked up the ball and walked to you. "I'm Alexia."
 "Y/N."
 "I haven't seen you here before."
 "It's my first day."
 "Oh really?" she asked, excitedly. "I've been coming for a few summers. But up until this year, they had me playing with the older girls."
 "You must be really good then," you said, in awe of this girl. 
 "I just really like football," she said, shrugging. "They said I was ‘too passionate’ to play with the younger girls," she said using her fingers to make air quotes.
 You laughed. Your mom often said you were too passionate about football, too.  
 "Do you want to be in my group for shooting drills?" she asked. You nodded.
 You and Alexia spent the rest of the summer together. When the summer ended and you returned to school, you begged your parents to let you see each other on the weekends and to talk on the phone.
 Age 17
 You were laying on your bed, finishing your homework, when Alexia walked into your room. She dumped her backpack next to your bed and laid down next to you.
 "Hi, Ale," you said sweetly. In the last couple years, both your parents had started letting you ride the bus to each other's homes. Alexia often showed up at your house after school to do homework. But today, you knew that she had an evening practice. She didn't usually come over when she had evening practices. "How was your day?"
 She took the pencil from your hand, twirling it a few times. She tossed it back down on your notebook and then flopped over on her back, folding her hands over her stomach.
 "That bad?"
 "No, just.” She sighed. “Sergio asked me out."
 You tried to hide your disappointment. Alexia and Sergio had been spending a lot of time together recently because they were working on a project for science class. Alexia had mentioned that he was kind of cute.
 Around the same time you'd been allowed to start riding the bus alone, you'd realized that you were gay and that you really liked Alexia. But Alexia was always talking about the cute boys at her school. You still hoped that maybe Alexia liked you back too, though.
 “Oh yeah? When are you two going out?” you asked, trying to keep your voice neutral.
 “We’re not.” She looked over at you. “I told him I needed to focus on football only. I don't have time for dating.”
 "You can always make time for dating, you know."
 "Not right now. We have to focus. Barcelona's an intense club. I start full-time training with them when we graduate in a couple months. I have to focus," she repeated. "You should, too. Espanyol is equally as intense."
 Age 19
 You looked around at the huge stadium, at the seats that were filled, at the fans that were screaming for Spain. That morning you'd woken up with the biggest smile and it hadn't left your face yet.
 "Replacing #10 and making her international debut for the Spanish national team, #11 Alexia Putellas." You screamed as soon as you heard her name. You screamed so loudly you wouldn't have been surprised if she told you later that she could hear you on the field. But you didn't care. Today, your best friend was playing for Spain. You hugged Alexia's younger sister, Alba, when Alexia ran out onto the field.
 This might have been Alexia's big moment but as two of the closest people to her, you and Alba felt like this was a huge moment for you both as well.
 When the game ended, Alexia ran over to you in the stands. She hugged her mom tightly. You could see her mom whispering to her and imagined that she was telling her how proud of her she was. Then she hugged Alba, earning a huge kiss on the cheek from her. And finally it was your turn. Alexia hugged you so hard that you thought you might fall over the railing.
 Leaning back, you looked down at her in her Spain jersey, now completely drenched in sweat. "You played an amazing game. I’m so so proud of you."
 "Thank you for coming. I really appreciate it."
 “I would never miss this.” She hugged you again, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
 As she walked back down the stairs to head to the locker room, you heard a young boy yell out, “Alexia, will you marry me?”
 Your small laugh died when you heard Alexia’s answer, “Sorry. I’m already married to football.” You’d heard Alexia say that, or a variation of it, a few times since she’d turned Sergio down. And every time, your heart dropped. You were still so in love with the woman who would never be yours.
 Age 22
 “Y/N!” Alexia ran across the hotel lobby, throwing herself into your arms before you could even shake hands with the coach who was waiting for you.
 “Hi, Ale,” you said, squeezing her back, a huge grin splitting your face. “You know we just saw each other last night, right?” you asked, giggling. She leaned back but you kept an arm around her waist.
 “Yes, but this is your first national team camp! This is a big day for you, mi amor. I wanted to greet you properly.” And from that moment, Alexia never left your side. She introduced you to all the girls, she showed you the training facilities, she partnered with you for drills, she sat with you at meals. You were eternally grateful for her to be there with you. It wasn’t that you were shy but sometimes you underestimated your abilities and you felt slightly intimidated by the other players around you. They were Spain’s best, after all. It didn't matter that Alexia had repeatedly told you that you were an amazing player who deserved to be there. 
 It was the last night of camp when Leila Ouahabi asked, “So how long have you two been dating?”
 “We are not dating,” Alexia immediately responded. “We’ve never dated. Y/N is my best friend. We met when we were kids. But no, never dated.”
 “Oh sorry. I just assumed since you’re so close.”
 “We are close. But not like that. It’d be like dating my sister.”
 Again, your heart dropped into your stomach. You played with your food through the rest of dinner. You weren’t even sure you tasted anything after that. As the both of you had gotten older, you’d felt closer to Alexia, if that was even possible. You played for different club teams, and until now, Alexia had been going to national team camps alone but you spent all your spare time together. And because you were separated so much, that time together had become really special.
 You had begun to feel like maybe Alexia was finally developing feelings for you, too.
 But that was very clearly not the case. Not when she had shut down that line of questioning so quickly. Not when she compared you to Alba.
 Age 24
 When Arsenal called, you gladly accepted. You were ready to experience an international league. You were also ready to give your heart some time to finally move on from Alexia. Something you knew you couldn’t do when you both lived in the same country. Although it had been years of you knowing Alexia would never love you back, you had held on to ‘one day’ as a possibility. You’d only ended up disappointed, hurt, and alone. It was time to finally move on.
 Alexia drove you to the airport. She cried when she dropped you off. You hugged her tight, reminding her that Arsenal was a fantastic team, and this was a huge opportunity for you. She couldn’t argue with that. She sniffled, saying that at least she would still get to see you at camp. You kissed the side of her head and pushed her towards the exit.
 You were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to get on your plane if she continued to stand there crying.
 During your first training session with Arsenal, you made fast friends with the captain, Leah Williamson. She bled red and white. A London native, she’d grown up supporting Arsenal and now she took real pride in captaining the women’s side.
 It was only two weeks later when she asked you out on a date. She took you to a small restaurant where you both had hoped to get some privacy. Unfortunately, a photo had leaked of you holding hands and the internet had lost its mind.
 You and Leah only went on a few more dates before you decided you were better off as friends. But the internet continued to watch all your interactions and micro analyze your friendship, looking for any hints of something deeper. Neither of you minded.
 You’d told Leah about Alexia and why you’d been so eager to leave Spain. She’d comforted you, telling you she understood. She’d spent much of her early football years in love with her best friend, Jordan, as well. The only difference was Jordan was actually gay and didn’t love her back. Alexia had never shown any interest in women and so at least you could take some comfort in her being straight. Even though it was still very little comfort.
 Since you’d gotten to London, you’d been training hard and filling your time with dates and team bonding. Anything really to stop thinking about how much you missed Alexia. She’d been calling but you’d been ignoring the calls, instead frequently texting her that you were out or with other people and couldn’t talk.
 You felt bad, especially when she texted you how much she missed you, but you needed to be selfish right now. You needed to give yourself this time to get over her before your love for her completely destroyed your life.
 Age 24
 Your stomach was in knots the first time Barcelona traveled to London to play Arsenal. This was the first time you were seeing Alexia since leaving Barcelona. In the tunnel before the game, you kept your eyes forward, trying to focus. Leah came up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. She leaned in, whispering in your ear, “You’re going to kill this. Just put her out of your mind and pretend she’s not here on the other side.” You nodded. That had been your plan anyways.
 You just hoped you could actually stick to it.
 Barcelona came out strong and aggressive. You had taken some hard fouls before the half. But Arsenal had ended the half up one goal.
 In the 73rd minute, Mapi tackled you just outside the box. You cried out as you went down, grabbing your shin. As usual, your shin guard hadn't been in place and the spikes on her boot had gone straight into your leg. Alexia and Leah were both next to you within a few seconds. Leah pushed Mapi backwards, yelling at her about the foul while Alexia kneeled next to you.
 She brushed your hair back, cupping your cheek. "Y/N, breathe for me. You'll be okay in a minute."
 "Leah!" you called out as she pushed Mapi again. Your team could not afford her getting carded right now. Leah pushed Alexia out of the way, kneeling in her spot. You could feel the disappointment from Alexia at being shoved out of the way and tried to ignore her. She stood a couple feet away, waiting for you to get back to your feet.
 "Oh, love, are you okay?" Leah helped you pull your sock down a bit. Your leg had four bloody spike-shaped indentations. "Shit. Let me get the medic out here."
 "No." You grabbed her hand to stop her from signaling the medic. There was no way you were leaving this game. Dropping her hand, you ripped some grass out and rubbed the blood away. "It's fine. Help me up." You pulled your shin guard back into place and yanked your sock up. She took both of your hands and hauled you up.
 "You good?"
 "Good." You patted her butt as you ran back into position. You ignored Alexia telling Mapi off before she got back into position.
 After the game ended, you shook hands with all the players. You weren't sure how to act around Alexia and tried to avoid her. But she eventually found you and extended a hand. You gave her a handshake. When she pulled you into a hug, you kept your arms loose around her. It was so unlike the last hug you two had shared at Barcelona airport. You had never felt this detached from her before.
 It was a good thing, you tried to remind yourself. This is what you had wanted all along, to get some distance between you. You just hadn't realized it would feel this bad. You walked away from her, not sure what else to do. That night, you turned your phone off and hid in your apartment, unsure how to handle the emotions that were overwhelming you.
 Age 24
 After returning to Barcelona, Alexia hid in her apartment, much like Y/N had. It wasn't until she called out of training pretending to be sick that Leila really began to worry and called Alba. Alba tried knocking on Alexia's door but she got no response. Doing what she promised she would never do, she used her emergency key to let herself into the apartment.
And decided this actually was an emergency after seeing the state of the apartment.
 Alexia was curled on the sofa, under a pile of blankets. A movie played on the tv but Alexia was staring blankly at the wall. The coffee table was covered with takeout containers. Nala immediately ran to Alba. She grabbed her leash and took her out, unsure when her sister may have last walked her.
 When she came back, she let Nala run into the apartment and decided she'd have to be firm with Alexia. She walked to the sofa and pulled the blankets off her. Alexia groaned and turned away, burying her face against the cushions.
 "Please leave me alone, Alba. I don't feel good."
 "You skipped training."
 "I don't feel good."
 Alba touched Alexia's forehead, checking for a fever. "Okay tell me what's wrong. I can make you some tea or something. Did you catch a cold from Y/N or something?"
 At the sound of your name, Alexia groaned.
 "Did you two get into a fight?" Alba sat on the edge of the sofa, next to Alexia's feet. She had seen her big sister mope in the past when she fought with Y/N. 
 Alexia groaned again. Alba wasn't going to go away. She flopped over on her back, pushing her hair out of her face. "No. That would require us to actually talk to each other. She barely even acknowledged that I was there. She was too busy with her teammates to even give me a minute."
 "Well that doesn't sound like Y/N. You two talk every day."
 Alexia dragged herself up, hugging her knees to her chest. "Not anymore," she admitted.
 "What do you mean?"
 "After she moved to London, she stopped answering my calls and texts. I thought maybe I could figure out what was wrong when we saw each other again but it was clear she didn't want to talk to me. She even had Leah push me out of the way when I was checking on her after she got injured. Not to mention Leah called her 'love,' like I used to. And they were all over each other! Before and even during the game. And after the game, she barely hugged me back before she disappeared."
 "Is Leah her girlfriend?"
 "How would I know?" Alexia asked, anger clear in her voice.
 "Would it bother you if she was her girlfriend?"
 "No, why would that bother me?" Alexia rushed out.
 Alba touched Alexia's knee. "It's me," she said gently. "Does it bother you that Y/N might be dating Leah?"
 "Of course, it bothers me."
 "Why? I thought you were married to football." Alba had seen Y/N's eyes dim every time Alexia had said those words. It was so obvious to her that Y/N loved her sister. She just never knew why Alexia never let herself love Y/N back.
 "What if I'm in love with Y/N?" Alexia asked, resting her forehead against her knees. Alba moved closer, stroking her sister's hair.
 "Would that be so bad?"
 "I've never dated a woman before."
 "To be fair, you've never dated anyone before."
 "But what do you think mom would say?"
 "About you dating a woman?” Alba stopped playing with her sister’s hair and wrapped her arm around Alexia’s shoulder. “Oh, sweetie, she won't care. Mom loves you and she wants you to be happy. Plus, if you end up with Y/N, she'd be over the moon. I think she secretly prefers Y/N to us." Alexia let out a small watery laugh. "Have you been worrying about this?"
 "Some," Alexia admitted.
 "Don't. She caught me with a girl a few months ago. She didn't care."
 "Alba!"
 "What? I'm 21. I'm allowed to hook up with people. But that's not what we're focused on right now." She pulled her phone out of her pocket, looking something up. "There's a flight to London in four hours. I'm booking you on it."
 "No. What? Why?"
 "Go get your girl. You've both waited long enough."
 Alexia nervously fidgeted the entire flight. Alba had gotten her into the shower, packed a small bag for her, and driven her to the airport. But now that she was alone, her anxiety was setting in. Alba had reassured her that you felt the same way but then why hadn't you ever said anything? Is that why you'd really left and why you had been ignoring Alexia? These questions just played on loop. When the plane finally touched down, Alexia let out her first full breath.
 On the way to the airport, Alexia realized that she didn't even have your London address. But Alba had stepped in again. Their mom had been sending you packages, and Alba had your address stored on her phone.
 Gripping her bag tightly, Alexia stepped off the tube and walked the three blocks to your apartment. She stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the building. Only one apartment had the lights on, and she really hoped it was yours. As she began to cross the street towards the building, a movement at the window caught her eye.
 It was Leah. Alexia watched you approach her, two glasses of wine in your hand. You gave her one and leaned closer to kiss her cheek, your hand on her hip. She watched you both grin at each other before turning away and running back towards the tube station. She didn't stay long enough to see the short redhead come out of the kitchen and kiss Leah before wrapping an arm around her waist.
 Alexia pulled her phone out, dialing her sister. She covered her mouth, trying to hold back the tears.
 "How'd it go?" Alba asked excitedly when she answered.
 "I'm too late." Hearing it out loud, Alexia lost the ability to control her tears. Alba could hear her choked sob loud and clear.
 "Alright, hon, I'm getting you on the next flight. Come home. It'll be okay." Alba's heart ached for her sister. She hadn't heard her sob like that since their father's death.
 Age 24
 It had only been four weeks since Alexia had done the six hour turnaround trip to London that had left her confused and heartbroken. She definitely wasn't ready to face you at national team camp. But there was no avoiding it. You both had become an integral part of the team and neither of you could miss this camp. Especially with the World Cup next year.
 She thanked her lucky stars when you ended up in a room on the other end of the hotel from her. She thanked her lucky stars again when you got separated into a different training group. She ate her meals quietly at the corner table before retreating to her room every day. She kept to herself in the locker room before the game, telling questioning teammates that she needed to focus.
 When she got fouled in the box, she threw the ball towards you, not wanting to risk accidently touching you by handing you the ball. She watched you say something to Ireland's goalkeeper and smirk, that stupid sexy smirk that had always secretly made her stomach drop. Alexia shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate on the movement of the ball. When the goalkeeper guessed the wrong direction and the ball hit the back of the net, she stood rooted in her spot, unable to go congratulate you with the goal celebration you both had agreed to back when you came to national camp the first time. Instead, she smiled in congratulations before running back to her position.
 She managed to avoid you until the last day, when she was leaving. You were in the lobby when she came down with her suitcase. Her breath hitched looking at you. You were sitting there, on your phone, one leg crossed over the other, one finger absentmindedly twirling some hair. She's not entirely sure what compelled her, but she found herself crossing the lobby, and stopping in front of you.
 "Hi," she said softly.
 You looked up, not expecting her to talk to you. She'd done a good job of ignoring you the entire week. Not that you could blame her after the way your last meeting in London had gone. "Hi, Alexia."
 "It was nice to play with you again. England seems to have really improved your game."
 You weren't sure how to take that. You never competed with Alexia but you'd never felt up to her level, either. Was she making fun of you? You hated this. You'd never questioned her motives before. You'd never wondered if she was making fun of you. Because Alexia would never make fun of you. She had always been your biggest supporter.
 "Thank you." You weren't really sure what else to say. You'd never felt so uncomfortable with her before.
 "Um," she tucked her hands in her pockets, "I was wondering if you were thinking about coming back to Spain next season."
 "I re-signed with Arsenal. I want to end my career at home but right now, I'm not ready to leave Arsenal or my team yet." The truth was, London had given you the space from Alexia that you had desperately needed. It had helped you learn more about yourself. England had improved your game but only because it had improved your mind. You'd been able to pull yourself up and get your head on straight. You missed Alexia desperately but you also had a lot of work still to do.
 Alexia let the now-familiar pain roll through her, forcing a smile. Of course you wouldn't want to leave London or your girlfriend. She felt stupid and slightly embarrassed for even asking. With a muttered, "See you at next camp," she turned away, needing to put some distance between you.
 If Alexia had known you were going to injure yourself the following week and not return to camp for a while, she might have tried to make herself stay and talk to you longer.
 Age 25
 Alexia looked down at her phone as it rang, hoping it would be a call she could silence. She didn't want to talk to anyone today. Training had been tough. It was eight days until the Champions League final and more teammates had been injured. There were barely enough healthy players to make a full squad. Alexia hated going into any game in this position, let alone a Champions League final.
 But it was Alba. She couldn't silence Alba.
 "Ale, check twitter," Alba said as soon as Alexia answered. "Now." She sounded excited.
 "Okay, hold on," Alexia said. She pulled the phone away from her ear and put Alba on speaker. Opening her twitter app, she started scrolling. Her eyes suddenly took in the wedding announcement. "Alba…"
 "Isn't this great news?!" she squeaked.
 "Uh." Alexia wasn't sure she had any ability to speak at that moment. There was Leah with her arm wrapped around her new wife. "Alba," she said again.
 "Okay and now check who posted about the wedding on her insta."
 Alexia didn't need to check to know Alba was talking about Y/N. "I can't."
 "Why the hell not?" Alba asked.
 "I, um, I unfollowed her." You had made your profile private after your first call up to the national team because you didn't like the attention you were getting.
 "You what?!" Alba started muttering, cursing her sister's stupidity.
 "She was uploading so many pictures with Leah and I couldn't handle it. And I couldn't stop myself from looking at every single one of the pictures."
 "God, you're an idiot sometimes. Have you taken too many headers or something? Okay, wait a second." Alexia rolled her eyes at her sister's blunt response.
 Alexia's phone dinged with an incoming text a minute later. She opened the photo, seeing you for the first time in months. You were between Leah and her wife, an arm around both of them, all of you grinning like fools. The caption read - "Congrats to these two beautiful friends of mine. You both deserve each other and all the happiness in the world. I hope this first week of marriage has been complete bliss." God, you looked beautiful.
 "Alexia, you there?"
 "Yeah," she answered quietly.
 "Are you okay?" Her voice had lost all the excitement. Now it just held concern.
 "I don't know." She scratched her forehead. "Alba," she said quietly.
 "I'm coming over."
 Alexia looked at the photo again when Alba hung up. Had she just wasted all this time over a misunderstanding? But then why had you pushed her away if not to make room for a new person in your life? Squeezing her eyes tight, she sighed, unsure how to sort out all the thoughts running through her head.
 Age 25
 Alexia generally put her phone in airplane mode before games. But today, she had wanted to post something right before game time from the locker room. She could feel it. This year Barcelona was going to walk away the winners of the Champions League. She was incredibly proud of how hard the team had worked to reach this game.
 She saw Alba's name flash at the top of her screen as she was posting. Opening the text, her breath hitched. It was a picture of her, their mom, and Y/N from the back, all of them sporting Alexia #11 jerseys. They were all looking over their shoulders, smiling, their thumbs pointing down towards the jersey.
 She had assumed you would come since the game was in London but she hadn't thought you would come wearing her jersey. Not after the last year. Smiling to herself, she put her phone away in her bag and jumped up.
 Now she was really ready to win this thing.
 Lyon came out strong in the first half. Alexia had known this was going to be a hard fought battle and she'd prepared for it. But as she went down again and again, tackle after tackle, she was starting to get pissed off. When one of the Lyon players needed medical assistance, she took the opportunity to call her teammates over and order a new strategy. She wasn't going into that locker room at half without at least scoring an equalizer.
 Within five minutes, Barcelona had made a successful counterattack. Alexia raised her arms over her head as her teammates surrounded her. When they ran back towards their positions, she pointed towards where she knew you were sitting in the stands. Ever since you were kids, when one of you was injured or watching each other's games in person, your goals had been dedicated to each other. Alexia knew you were here. She knew you were injured. And it was how she could tell you mid-game that she knew you were there, watching.
 Alexia was happy going into halftime. The team still had a fighting chance to win, to show the world what Barcelona could accomplish.
 Both teams were fighting for that winning goal throughout the second half. In the 86th minute, Asisat made a break for it and scored, only for the offside flag to come up. Alexia groaned.
 But within a minute, the ball had made it to Alexia and she had a clear shot to the goal. She took it. The shot on goal caught Endler off guard and she barely grazed it as it crossed the line. Alexia dropped to her knees, fighting back the tears. Not only had she scored in a Champions League final but that had likely been the winning goal. She desperately wished for her dad to be there. After her team celebrated with her, she kissed her hand, raising it to the sky, hoping that he was watching from wherever he was. 
 And before running back to her position, she pointed towards you again, a huge grin on her face.
 The next few minutes flew by. Lyon tried to regain control but they weren't able to equalize the score before the final whistle blew.
 Alexia collapsed, letting the tears freely flow now. They had done it. They had won the Champions League. Lieke pulled her up off the ground and into a bone-crushing hug. Alexia wiped her face as they ran towards their other teammates to celebrate.
 After the trophy lifting, Alexia ran towards the family section. Ignoring the security guard, she jumped over the railing. She hugged her mom tight, feeling her mom cry. She pulled Alba into the hug, so happy to have them both there for this moment.
 When they stepped back from each other, her mom wiped the tears off Alexia's cheeks and pushed her towards you, whispering, "Don't screw this up."
 Alexia glanced back at her mom, her eyebrow raised. She nudged Alexia again. Alexia turned back towards you.
 "Congrats, Alexia." You hugged her, whispering, "I'm so proud of you." Alexia started crying again, her arms tightening around your shoulders as the weight of the last year finally left her. You rubbed her back until she got her tears under control.
 Alexia hadn't realized how much she had needed you to be here, hugging her, sharing this moment until now. She had been upset thinking she wasn't going to be able to celebrate with you. But she hadn't realized that she needed you here to celebrate this win fully.
 "I scored both of those goals for you," she whispered before stepping back. She rubbed the back of her hands across her cheeks, drying the last of the tears.
 You smiled at her, blushing. You had hoped when you saw Alexia point towards you that she was telling you the goals were for you. But after the last year and your last few interactions, you hadn't been sure. You scratched your jaw.
 Alexia, riding the high from the win and your completely adorable blush, decided to throw caution out the window. You were here, standing in front of her. For the first time in a year, it didn't feel forced or awkward. Neither of you was avoiding the other. She'd already lost you months before. There was nothing more to lose. But there was everything to gain.
 "I came back to London after we played Arsenal. I came to surprise you but I left when I saw you with Leah."
 "Why?"
 Alexia was unsure if you were asking why she came or why she left. All she could hope was that her response would answer both questions. "I came to tell you that I was in love with you."
 Your eyes widened as you stared at her. "Was?" you finally managed to ask. "Past tense."
 Alexia stepped closer. "Am. Present tense. I'm in love with you, Y/N, and I'm really hoping you might feel the same way."
 In answer, you wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against you. "I'm in love with you, too," you whispered moments before you captured her lips. "Only took you ten years to catch up, Putellas," you muttered kissing her again. You pulled away when Alba started cheering and buried your red face in Alexia's neck. You had forgotten her family was there. You had forgotten where you were. You'd forgotten everything but the woman in your arms. The woman you had wanted for nearly half your lifetime.
 "I'm sorry it took me so long. I've been going crazy for you," she whispered, playing with the baby hairs on the back of your neck.
 "Me, too, Ale."
“I’m so happy you came today.”
“I wouldn’t have been able to keep my distance forever. It was only a matter of time.” Needing to satisfy the deep-seated craving for her, you cradled her face in your hands and kissed her again. "Okay, go. Go celebrate with your team; you deserve to celebrate with them tonight."
 Alexia pouted, conflicted. She knew you were right. Although she hoped there were a lot more Champions League wins in her future, this night was special and she should celebrate it with her team. But she also didn't want to leave you now that you had finally told each other the truth. Especially when it had come at the end of one of the longest, loneliest years of her life.
 There was only one solution she could think of.
 She took your hand in hers. "Come with me?" she asked with a hopeful smile. 
 The answer was simple for you. "Always. Anywhere."
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I definitely want to write a few follow up ficlets set in this world. If there’s anything you’d like to see, let me know :)
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