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roosterforme · 2 years

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Is It Working For You? Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

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Summary: This is what happens when you and Bradley can't keep your hands off each other.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

You woke up Saturday morning to the warmest, fuzziest feelings coursing through your body. It was like you had a date-hangover from the previous night with Bradley. The entire evening had been perfection. Hot sauce, a silent disco and thigh groping? It was like he knew things about you that you didn't even know about yourself. And you only met him a few weeks ago.

Also, you were no longer disappointed that he'd dropped you off instead of coming inside with you. Sure, your horniness level was cranked up to an 11 now, but he had been so earnest, wanting you to take him seriously.

And what he had told you about his parents? Fuck, a little piece of you had died inside when you learned what he'd been carrying with him basically his entire life. But you would gently hold onto this information, and treat it with respect, because Bradley didn't seem to have many people in his life that he trusted.

You sashayed out to the kitchen and danced around the room.

"Is he here?" Maria asked, eyes wide.

You giggled and took the eggs out of the refrigerator. "No, he's not here."

"He left already?"

"No! He didn't stay over," you told her, cracking two eggs and scrambling them in a bowl.

"If he didn't stay over, then how are you this happy looking?"

You went to retrieve the bottle of hot sauce from your purse as your eggs cooked. "Because I had the best evening ever, even though I didn't get laid. He told me he wants me to take him seriously, so he declined my offer to join me for the night. But he's picking me up in a while to go to the Padres game with some of his friends."

"Damn, girl. You got it bad."

You dumped the hot sauce all over your eggs and took a bite. "So, any chance I can kick you out for a while tomorrow?"

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Bradley had jerked off so many times since last night, but he still felt unsatisfied just thinking about you and your body and your voice. "You could have had the real thing, asshole," he murmured to himself.

He thought the date had gone really well, but he dated so infrequently, he wasn't actually sure. He was thankful he already had the safety net of the Padres game to use, since there might be a chance you were annoyed that he left you with a goodnight kiss instead of more. Plus he told you about his parents? On your first date? What the fuck was wrong with him?

But when you opened your door for him, your arms were instantly around his neck, and your lips locked with his.

"Hi," you whispered when you released him.

"I missed you," he said, shocking even himself as he admitted the truth. You looked so pleased with yourself, he just had to laugh.

"Did you? You didn't have to miss me. You could have stayed."

"Next time you ask me to, I'll stay."

"Maybe tomorrow night?" you whispered.

Bradley just smiled at you. He smiled the whole way to the ball game, and he smiled as you met up with Phoenix and Bob and took your seats.

"How much do I owe you for the ticket?" you asked Phoenix once you were settled and the first pitch had been thrown.

"Oh, you don't. Rooster paid for it."

"You didn't have to do that," you told him.

"I wanted to," he replied as he tried to stretch out his legs, but he was too big for the little folding stadium seats.

"Does anyone see the guys who walk around with Cracker Jacks?" Bob asked from the other side of Phoenix, craning his neck in every direction.

She leaned in closer to you. "What do you say, next time we ditch the boys and go out for a girls day?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, absolutely! It's not too late to do that now. We could ditch these two and probably go sweet talk our way into some box seats."

"Really, Sweetheart? I'm sitting right here," Bradley said, slinging his arm around your shoulders, kissing your neck and generally encroaching on your personal space.

Phoenix looked on with interest. "So, I guess your date went well then? Bradley basically told me it was the best night of his life. Isn't that right, Soul Sister?" Phoenix asked and you started cracking up at the nickname. "Oh, you told her about Soul Sister?"

"Yeah," Bradley groaned. "And now I'm seriously wishing I hadn't."

Phoenix just laughed harder at the look Bradley was giving you.

"The date was kind of perfect, although he did coerce me into coming today really early on in the evening, so I think he might have been nervous."

"Once again, I am sitting right here," Bradley said, but something else caught your attention.

"Oh! There he is!" You launched out of your seat and jumped over Bradley's legs into the aisle.

"What the hell?" Bradley called as you ran down the ramp and back up the other stairs. "Where is she going?"

Phoenix shrugged and leaned across your now empty seat and told Bradley, "If you manage to mess this up, I'll be so pissed at you. I really like her."

You returned a moment later, squeezing yourself back over Bradley's lap, hands filled with Cracker Jack boxes. "Here you go, Bob."

"Oh, I really like her, too," Bob said as he opened a box.

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An hour later and you were snuggled up on Bradley's shoulder while he played with your hair. All four of you had been snacking on Cracker Jacks and drinking some beer, adding your own color commentary to the game.

"This team is terrible, has anyone even hit a single yet?" Phoenix asked.

"No," you, Bradley and Bob all replied at the same time.

"I think it's because they don't actually have any fans, because nobody is actually from San Diego," Bob added.

Then a romantic song started playing in the stadium, and you tilted your head to look up at Bradley. He was already smiling back at you.

"Oh my God, you guys are on the Kiss Cam!" Phoenix squealed.

You sat up a little straighter and saw that yes, indeed, you and Bradley were on the gigantic screen. People started chanting for you to kiss.

"What do you say, Sweetheart?" he said with a laugh, sliding his hand from your shoulder to the back of your neck and sitting up straighter. You reached for his face, running your hand across his cheek and leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. He held you against him, deepening the kiss. The chanting all around you turned to cheers, and you and Bradley started laughing, foreheads pressed together.

As soon as you started to separate, the camera panned back to you both. "Again?" you asked, but the camera did not switch to anyone else.

"Give the people what they want!" yelled Phoenix, and then more chanting started.

This time Bradley leaned all the way into your space and kissed you hard. Your hands ended up in his hair, and one of his landed on your knee and then crept higher. He eased his mouth back just enough to slip his tongue between your lips. The crowd was cheering louder for you than for the baseball game.

"We're going to get kicked out for corruption of minors," you gasped when his lips connected with your neck.

"That's the camera operator's fault, not ours," Bradley replied while sliding his hand further up your leg, and the camera finally landed on a new couple.

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After the game, the four of you made it to the Hard Deck. Bradley wasn't sure whether or not you would want to walk in with him, because it was almost a given that some of your colleagues would be there. He'd been on his best behavior at the game since you were with Phoenix and Bob. Well, other than the Kiss Cam leg groping and corruption of minors. He couldn't help it that he wanted to touch you all the time.

You walked into the bar with him and then said, "I'm going to go catch up with Maria and Cam. Apparently some old friends shipped in this week. I'll see you in a bit," and vanished off to the bar. This would have been fine. All of this would have been just fine, except that a few minutes later, after he lost a game of darts and sat down with a beer, Bradley saw you chatting with a guy. Your back was to Bradley, so he had a great view of the guy smiling at you and looking down your shirt.

"What the hell?" he muttered, and Phoenix turned to see what he was looking at.

Then the guy ran his hand up and down your arm, and Bradley saw red. "Who the fuck does he think he is?" he asked, jerking up from the stool he was sitting on.

Phoenix tried to push him back into his seat. "Let her take care of it, she's a big girl. Besides, she doesn't exactly look happy about him touching her."

"Then he shouldn't be doing it," Bradley said through clenched teeth. He watched you shift a bit, and then he was able to see your face. You looked irritated as you pulled the idiot's hand off of you and placed it firmly at his side. But then the asshole leaned in toward you, even though you were inching away from him.

The guy was tall, but not taller than Bradley, and he looked nowhere near as strong. It was never a good idea to underestimate someone physically, but Bradley was totally game for kicking his ass. "If he touches her again, I'm going to kick the shit out of him," he said, in a very calm voice.

"Stop it! You're not going to hit anyone," Phoenix said, trying to push him back toward the dartboard, but all she managed to do was slow him down a bit.

The guy reached out like he was going to touch you again, and Bradley was instantly there.

"Hey buddy, do you have a problem?"

You turned to face Bradley, gently placing a hand on his shirt, grounding him. "It's okay, Rooster. Can I meet you outside by your car? In five minutes? I'll be there in five, I promise." Your voice sounded pleading but steady.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes."

The last thing Bradley wanted to do was leave you alone with this guy, but then he noticed that Cam and Maria were both watching things unfold from nearby. He nodded at Cam who nodded back, then Bradley headed for the door.

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"So you're fucking that guy now?" Kyle asked as soon as Bradley was out of earshot. Of course he waited until Bradley was gone, because he was probably afraid of getting his ass kicked. "Jesus, I've been on a carrier for two months, and this is the shit I come back to? I gave you some space and time, and you told me when I got back we could date."

"I never said that, Kyle. I broke things off when you left, because it wasn't working for me."

"We're good together."

"We have never been together. We were just hooking up. You've got to leave me alone. Seriously Kyle, just fuck off."

You stormed over to your friends. "Next time, a heads up would be nice!" you hissed.

"We just got here, babe. We didn't know," Maria said.

Cam was already walking toward Kyle. "I'll go talk to him. I don't know why he's being like this."

"Shit," you muttered, stalking out to the parking lot. It had already been more than five minutes. You marched across the parking lot to the last aisle. You could see Bradley in the fading light, arms crossed as he leaned against the Bronco and glared at the ground.

When you approached him quickly, he looked up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm fine," you promised with a smile.

"It's been seven minutes. I was about to storm back in there," Bradley said, and you could tell he was only half joking. "Who the hell is that asshole?"

"Kyle. He's nobody. I met him through Cam." You forced yourself into Bradley's arms, and he opened them for you, holding you against him.

"You dated him?"

"No, we um... we didn't date. I was just-"

"Hooking up?" Bradley asked, rubbing circles across your back.

"Yeah," you whispered, embarrassed.

"He seems a little desperate to be with you."

"Yeah," you agreed with a laugh, running your fingers across the long scar on his neck. "He seems to think he can bully me into a relationship."

"I really really want to go back in there and give him an attitude adjustment. Would that be okay with you? I could at least threaten him with a bad time. I can get Hangman and Coyote to back me up, scare the shit out of him."

"No, I want you out here with me," you said, pressing up on your tiptoes to kiss him. "Please?"

Bradley groaned at the word please tacked on to the request, and spun you around so your back was against the Bronco. "Anything you want, Baby Girl."

"I want you to kiss me." His lips were on yours instantly, kissing you so sweetly. "I want you to touch me, too," you managed, and then his hands were right there, easing up your hips and inside the bottom of your shirt.

His calloused hands were rough against the smooth skin of your waist. His mustache was rough against your lips and cheeks. His raspy voice was rough as he asked you Like this, baby?

But everything about his demeanor right now was still so soft, so sweet.

"Yes," you hissed, and with one word, it felt like you gave him permission to give you everything you wanted. His right hand slid around to your lower back, fingertips just barely dipping into your jean shorts, pulling you against him. His left hand continued upward, over your bare stomach, and cupping you over your bra.

He was rock hard as he was slowly grinding against you, and even through several layers of clothing you could tell he was huge. "Bradley, Roo-" He gently bit your neck as his fingers yanked down your bra cups, teasing your nipples. "Oh."

A distant part of your brain registered that you were still in the parking lot of the Hard Deck, but it was pretty dark, and you couldn't muster up much of a fuck to give about being seen at the moment. Because Bradley's fingers just slid to the front of your shorts, undid them, and delved into your underwear.

"Are we going to do this right here?" you whined, because his fingers were right there, so close, but not quite close enough.

Bradley spun you around so your back was to him. You braced yourself against the Bronco with both hands as he pinned your body between his chest and his hand, which was now completely inside the front of your underwear. "Is this what you want? You want me to finger you right here, where anyone could see?" he asked as he slid his middle finger slowly over your soaking wet clit before gently slipping it inside you.

"Yes, please. Please, Bradley," you moaned.

He grinned against the side of your neck, licking the spot he had bit earlier. "What a filthy little thing my Baby Girl is. Filthy, and so wet," he rasped, letting you ride his finger while he pushed your hair aside and kissed the back of your neck. "You are so wet for me."

You could only manage to moan as his index finger joined his middle, stretching you, causing you to arch your back. It had been ages since anyone turned you on as much as Bradley Bradshaw did.

"Shit," Bradley hissed as your ass bumped against his hips in a steady rhythm as he fucked you with his fingers. Your head ended up tilted back against his shoulder, and Bradley kissed your mouth hard as his thumb relentlessly circled your clit, your cries quieted by his lips. His left hand wrenched its way further up your shirt squeezing your nipples which were still peeking out above your bra.

Then he nudged your legs further apart with his knee to give himself a deeper angle, and those long fingers bent inside you, hitting just the right spot. "Oh, that feels good," you managed to say, and then you were spiraling. You clamped down around him, riding out your orgasm, babbling a bunch of incoherent nonsense against his lips.

You leaned back against his chest, still unable to speak in actual sentences, but loving the feel of his huge body behind yours. "You're such a good girl, Sweetheart," Bradley told you as your breathing started to return to normal. "So good."

Then he withdrew his hand from your shorts and spun you back to face him, and you watched him lick his fingers clean of your wetness.

"God damn, Y/N. I love the way you taste," he rasped, and you were instantly in his arms, tongue between his lips, dying to taste yourself in his mouth. It was overwhelming what this man was able to do to you.

You heard some chatter as a group of people were walking to their cars, and Bradley carefully put some space between your bodies. Then he zipped and buttoned the front of your shorts for you.

After placing a sweet kiss on your cheek, he took you by the hand and started walking.

"Where are we going?" you were finally able to ask.

"We're going to go back inside and have a drink, and every time any other man so much as looks at you, you're going to think about how good it feels to have my fingers inside you."

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cleolinda · 5 months

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I am so fucking pissed. We’re hearing forecasts that we might get FIVE FUCKING INCHES OF SNOW overnight from Monday to Tuesday. In ALABAMA, where we have no snow removal equipment. Like I think we got one bag of sand for the whole town. No snow tires, I don’t even know what those are. This isn’t cute “Haha it’s just barely below freezing! Snowball fight!!!” snow. This is 14° Fuck (-11° Come the Fuck On) snow. FIVE INCHES? We get flurries and the city descends into madness.

What if we lose POWER. Everything runs off USB cord stuck in the outlet charging nowadays. This is why everyone used to run out and buy Milk Bread Batteries. Listen. I have this memory of the power going out during this wild snowstorm when I was a kid--I want to say it was Winter Storm '93. Ask anyone who lived in Alabama at the time. Like we had Desert Storm '92 the military operation one year and Winter Storm '93 the next. It was that serious in our minds, and I'm not sure you can blame us:

The storm dumped several inches of snow each hour on Birmingham, which ended up with officially 13 inches of snow.

Due to the high winds some parts of Birmingham reported drifts 5 to 6 feet deep. One state trooper reported that the roads were in the worst shape he had ever seen. "People can't tell what's road and what's not."

Low temperatures during the storm were in the 5-to-10 degree range on that Sunday.

IN A TOWN WHERE WE DON'T KNOW WHAT A SNOW PLOW IS. I think we had one for the entire county. Like I'm only kind of joking here.

And our power went out.

The snow was so heavy that it pulled down power lines either by its own weight, or by the tree branches its weight broke off. Meanwhile, the power at my house already went off every time a squirrel sneezed. I don't how many days this lasted; it was probably like, 2-3 days, but in my head, I was 14 years old boxed up with my family with no heat and it lasted two weeks. Maybe three years. The four of us slept in sleeping bags layered with quilts, huddled on the floor around a wood burning fire. (In the haunted house, no less.) The carpet was really nice, at least. We had a--do people still call them boomboxes? A big portable cassette player--battery-powered--with AM/FM radio. We listened to whatever TV shows were broadcast from the ABC station at night. We did have hot water; I took a lot of hot baths. We cooked food over the outdoor grill (which we moved to the comfortably large area under the deck, to hold off the falling snow), sometimes using aluminum foil as a kind of thin impromptu frying pan, and kept perishables like milk and meat in a cooler. Oh, did we have a bag of ice for the cooler? No, we used snow. God knows there was enough of it. Of course, I'm sure the refrigerator was perfectly serviceable even without power, because it was TEN DEGREES FUCK ALL.

I remember going outside a good bit and playing, as much as a teenager plays, in the snow with my seven-year-old sister. I remember that all the neighborhood kids got big rubber trashcan lids and used them as toboggans, going up to the top of the hill on our street and pretty successfully sledding down. Maybe it was "lmao snowball fight!!" snow when I was 14. I'm 45 now, and the cold makes me hurt. It makes me hurt all over. Maybe Winter Storm '24 will be a fun core memory for my nephew. I am pissed. And also charging all my electronics.

(ETA: It’s ‘24 now, isn’t it. My brain hasn’t clicked the date over yet. What is time.)

#me for some reason #long post

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st-eve-barnes · 10 months

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You know that I'm no good (chapter 3)

(modern Aegon x Reader, modern Sihtric x Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

This chapter: You and Aegon start operation fake dating, and you finally officially meet Sihtric.

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Word count: +2700

Read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

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All my fics are also on AO3

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Summer may not be your favorite season but it was the best time to live in the city. There were festivals, evening markets, open air performances, food trucks, movies nights by the river and parties that went on until after sunrise. There was something to do every night and Aegon wanted to attend them all.

“Do you not have a job at all?” you texted him that Wednesday night after closing up the bookstore and walking back to your apartment.

“I’m a man of leisure,” he texted back with that sunglasses emoji, making you roll your eyes again.

“How fun for you!” you texted back and then your phone rang. It was Aegon.

“Hey, sweetie pie,” he teased,”Where are you?”

“On my way home from work, you know that thing us peasants need to actually make money and be able to afford things.”

He laughed,”Cute. Listen, there’s a party at Jace’s place tonight, we should go.”

“I have work in the morning, Aegon.”

“Then we’ll make sure not to stay too long, come on, everyone will be there, this is our shot.”

You sighed,”I have to get home and I still have a bunch of emails to get through, and then I have to cook and shower and change and…”

“I’ll buy you dinner on the way there, my treat.”

You stayed quiet for a moment. He was right, if you wanted to go for it you couldn’t keep using work and being tired as an excuse to postpone the whole thing. You had to actually go for it, and what better time than right now?

“Give me a few hours to get ready,” you answered,”Where should I meet you?”

“I’ll come pick you up around nine.”

And with that he hung up.

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Aegon Targaryen was strolling around in your small living room admiring your book shelves. It felt strange having him up here, the only people who frequently visited your home were your parents and Helaena. You hadn’t had a guy up here in ages.

“So, I like what you’ve not done with the place,” he remarked and gave you a cheeky smile.

“I don’t like cluttered spaces,” you said as if that explained why your apartment was pretty much a blank canvas. White walls, white kitchen and nothing but a standard green couch and small coffee table in the living room, the only things that made this space your own were some books, dvd’s and a few small plants. And you liked it that way.

Your apartment was a perfect metaphor for your live, empty but filled with so many possibilities.

“No, I like it,” Aegon said and he turned around when you stepped out of the kitchen.

“Is this okay?” you asked, giving him a twirl and showing off the white summer dress you had chosen to wear.

He gave you a whistle, making you laugh.

“I thought…since you were in all white as well today we may as well coordinate, look like a real couple,” you explained.

“Good idea, you ready?”

You nodded but sighed,”I don’t know, maybe I need some more make up.”

“You don’t,” Aegon reassured you but you weren’t convinced, looking at yourself in the hallway mirror with doubt in your eyes.

Aegon was perceptive, as usual. He walked over to you and placed both hands on your shoulders, pushing you out in front of him and towards the mirror. You avoided your own reflection.“What are you doing?”

“Look,” he asked, firmly,”Look at yourself.”

You hesitantly did as he asked.

“What don’t you like?”

“Aegon,” you sighed.

“Work with me cause I’m not gonna let this go until you do and we’re already late. Look and tell me what bothers you.”

“Everything,” you sighed.

“That’s too easy,” he shook his head, not letting you off the hook that quickly,”Give me details.”

“I’m not skinny enough,” you then confessed, softly and your eyes met his in the mirror.

“That’s bullshit,” he moved his one hand down to your hip,”Don’t believe what stupid magazines and Instagram are telling you, your curves are absolutely perfect, trust me. I don’t know any guy who wouldn’t wanna tap that.”

“Um…thanks?”you gave him a confused look but couldn’t deny his words made you feel slightly better.

“What else?” he asked.

“My face,” you added.

“What’s wrong with your face?”

“I’m just…not pretty enough.”

There was no quick come back from Aegon this time, instead he just stared at you in the mirror.

“Who made you believe that, huh?” he then asked, a serious tone to his voice that surprised you.

You turned around to look at him,”Not one person in particular, just…I don’t know, I guess I’ve always felt a little insecure about the way I look compared to other girls. It comes and goes but lately…”

“You’re beautiful,” he interrupted you,”You must know that.”

You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes,”You’re kind, and you can say that but…at the end of the day you’d still prefer a girl like Skade.”

He avoided your eyes and sighed,“Now that’s not fair.”

“Maybe not but it’s the way the world works, Aegon, we both know it. It’s fine,” you reassured him.

“Will you at least believe me when I say you look beautiful?”

“No,” you shook your head,”But I thank you for saying it anyway, for trying to make me feel better, that’s really sweet. Can we go now?”

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The party at Jace’s house was already in full swing by the time you and Aegon arrived. There was a group of people in the swimming pool while others were sitting on the grass having some drinks and there was an improvised dance floor out on the terrace.

Heleana pulled you into a hug as soon as she noticed you guys, then she gave Aegon an annoyed look and a fake smile, which he returned with an even faker smile of his own and a little theatrical wave. You couldn’t help but laugh at them both.

“Come on,” she grinned,”Let’s get you drunk.”

She pulled you with her to the bar.

“Hey, don’t steal my girlfriend for too long!” Aegon yelled after you both.

Helaena ignored him as usual and moved behind the bar to grab you both some drinks.

“You look stunning tonight, babe,” she complimented you with a smile.

“Not as stunning as you though,” you returned the compliment and accepted whatever alcoholic beverage she gave you.

“How are things with my idiot brother?” she then asked,”I gather you’re going to continue with the plan?”

She whispered those last words as if they would reveal what the big plan was, making you smile.

“Yes, we are, I’ve got nothing to lose, right?” you took a sip from your drink,”And Aegon’s kinda nice actually, he took me out for pizza before we came here.”

“Did he now?” Helaena quirked her eye brow.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing, “she shrugged,”Just…be careful with him, alright? Remember what I told you.”

“I believe your words were he’s an unreliable whore.”

Helaena couldn’t help but snicker but she nodded her head.

“I know who he is, Hel, you don’t need to worry.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt. Promise me you’re not going to fall for him.”

You had to laugh at that.“Can you give me some credit here? It’s Aegon for Gods’ sake, besides he’s not my type, my type is the one we’re doing this all for, remember? And speaking of Sihtric, is he here tonight?”

“I may have seen him by the pool earlier,” she grinned,”Looking particularly good in nothing but his tiny swim shorts.”

“Are you serious?!” your eyes widened and Helaena laughed.

“No but your face was priceless,” she teased and you hit her arm.

“He’s here though,” she then reassured you,”But he is wearing pants and a shirt, sorry to disappoint.”

“And Skade?” you asked carefully.

“Haven’t seen her yet actually, but I’m sure she’ll arrive any time now.”

You both made your way over to the garden, finding Aegon by the snack table.

“I’m off to the dance floor,” Helaena excused herself,”I’ll leave you to your boyfriend.”

You waved her goodbye and tapped Aegon on the shoulder. His face lit up when he saw it was you.

“Hey, honeybun,” he grinned.

“Are you going to call me every pet name in the book?”

“That’s the plan, you can do the same for me if you want, girlfriend.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled at him all the same. You just couldn’t help it, even when he was annoying he was kind of endearing as well.

“Wanna find a quiet spot to sit?” he suggested.

“Sure, idiot,” you joked and followed him towards the house, surprised when suddenly Aegon reached back for your hand. You placed your hand in his and allowed him to pull you with him.

When you walked up the stairs towards the patio you passed by Sihtric and Skade, explaining why Aegon had chosen to hold your hand and activate the plan.

They weren’t kissing or hugging this time and when you walked by your eyes met with Sihtric’s. It was brief but it was enough to make you feel flustered. You couldn’t stop your lips from curling up into a smile. He had never even looked your way before and now there he was, staring right into your eyes. And he looked more beautiful than ever.

Aegon chose a spot not too far away from them, making sure you were both in their line of sight.

As you sat down next to him he placed his hand on the small of your back, rubbing it softly, sitting deliberately close to you as he started talking about the latest movie he watched.

The conversation was meaningless and unimportant but he made it look like it was the most intimate chat imaginable, leaning closer to make it look like he was whispering into your ear while he explained the movie plot, then casually putting a few locks of hair behind your ear and caressing your cheek in the process.

His eyes sneaked a peak over your shoulder, a satisfied grin on his face when he noticed Skade looking back at him as well.

Aegon’s hands were making it difficult for you to focus and that warm feeling in the pit of your stomach was back. You liked how it felt when he touched you and it was confusing you a little. But this wasn’t about Aegon, it couldn’t be, you didn’t want him that way. You were just so touch starved any form of affection from a guy would probably make you feel better, it meant nothing.

When he leaned in and softly kissed your cheek you shivered.

“You alright?” Aegon checked.

“Hmm,” you nodded and then he leaned in again, nuzzling your cheek.

“Touch me,” he whispered against your skin.

You didn’t hesitate and placed your hands on his stomach while you leaned into him. Aegon wrapped both arms around you, pulling you into a soft hug. You melted into him so easily, his body warm and soft yet firm at the same time. His left hand moved into your hair, gently caressing your scalp while the other rubbed soft circles on your back. You sighed into the hug and you could feel him smile against your cheek.

He held you for what felt like forever and at the same time it didn’t feel like long enough.

You avoided his eyes when you finally leaned back, his hand still cupping your neck and then he placed a soft lingering kiss on your forehead. Your hands were still caressing his stomach and chest, you just couldn’t will yourself to stop and this time he was the one sighing happily into your touch, putting a smile on your face.

When you both leaned back it was your turn to look away and check if Sihtric had watched the whole thing. You couldn’t be sure but him and Skade seemed to be involved in their own intense conversation and neither of them looked very happy.

Aegon was looking at you out of the corner of his eye as he took a long sip from his drink. Neither of you spoke for a while and he didn’t touch you again right away.

The silence was adding to your confusion and then Aegon abruptly stood up,”I’ll go get us some more drinks.”

And with that he was gone, leaving you to sit by yourself. You waited for twenty minutes but he didn’t show and neither did those drinks. Tired of waiting you decided to head to the bar yourself, finding it empty and Aegon nowhere to be seen.

You sighed and opened the fridge behind the bar to find yourself a drink.

“Any more beers in there?”

The male voice made you look up and then your brain shut down completely.

Sihtric was standing right in front of you, a friendly smile on his beautiful face as he waited for you to answer.

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to find your words and get your mouth to function again.

“Sure,” you eventually managed and grabbed him a bottle from the fridge,”Here you go.”

Your hand was shaking a little as you gave it to him but either he didn’t notice or he chose to ignore it.

“Thanks,” he smiled,”I don’t think I’ve seen you around at these parties before?”

You had expected him to just take the beer and leave you to it but he was actually trying to start up a conversation with you and you were totally unprepared for this.

“I’ve been to a few,” you answered truthfully, trying to sound casual,”Maybe we just missed each other. I’m Y/N.”

Sihtric reached out his hand to you,”I’m Sihtric. Nice to see you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you as well,” you shook his hand and gave him a sweet smile, trying not to focus too hard on how warm and big his hand felt around yours.

“So, you are Aegon’s girl?” he then asked.

The words sounded very surreal coming from the guy you’d been crushing on for so long but you managed to just nod your head and smile,”Yep, that’s me. You know Aegon?”

”No but Skade, my..um…girlfriend, used to know him.”

“I see,” you took a sip from your drink, not breaking eye contact with him and you noticed he did the same. He hadn’t looked away from you since you’d started talking.

He was gorgeous up close like this. And even better than that, he was actually nice.

“Maybe we should double date some time,” he then suggested, keeping his eyes on you for a little while longer until he finally looked away,”I’ll see around, lady Y/N.”

He stepped away but not before giving you a small wink and another smile.

You were frozen on the spot. Lady Y/N? Was he flirting with you? That was flirting, right? You’d been out of the game for a long time but you couldn’t remember guys just winking at you and giving you nicknames, unless they wanted to date you.

You were pulled from your haze when Aegon grabbed your hand.

“Hey, princess,” he smiled,”Sorry, I ran into some friends and got side tracked, I see you managed to get that drink.”

“Oh, I managed to get a lot more,” you laughed.

“Like what?”

“Like an invite to a double date with Skade and Sihtric.”

Aegon almost choked on his drink,”For real?”

“That’s what he said,” you shrugged.

“Oh, this is good, this is really good! Well done, baby,” he kissed your cheek again, his lips lingering a little longer than necessary, making your stomach flutter, again.

Just like last time you ignored it.

Because this wasn’t about Aegon. Whatever this thing with him was it would fade as soon as you could get closer to the real love of your life, Sihtric, not Helaena’s dumb brother Aegon, that would be completely ridiculous.

“Hey,” Aegon laced his fingers with yours and pulled you from your thoughts. Then he leaned in to put another sweet kiss on your temple. When he looked into your eyes afterwards his gaze was intense and darker than before, you couldn’t drag your eyes away from him.

For a moment it looked like he was going to lean in and kiss you for real. And for a moment you really really wanted him to, which was of course completely ridiculous.

“Come on,” he then smiled,”Let’s get you another drink, sweetheart.”

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lucky charm

read part 1 here lovelies

Charles Leclerc finds his son's paediatrician a little bit too pretty not to ask her on a date right before the Monaco GP.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

words: 7120

warnings: mentions of trauma, fluff (lots);

requested: yes

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“I have to take you in advance – you will be the one to be patient with two Leclercs from now on instead of just one.”

“Do you think we are ready for this?” You questionably asked as you side-glared at Charles standing right next to you with arms crossed at his chest anxiously looking at you back, “It will be a lot of work for both of us, you know this.” You added, making Charles even more concerned about the whole situation.

Charles sighed, “It is fairly an important step into our relationship, and I screwed it up once already many years ago and everybody knows about that episode in my life since the internet was so keen on what I was doing back then, and I really do not want to mess up again.” He then spoke, nervously stretching his arms back as if he was getting ready for a battle, “But it is you – I know I cannot screw it up if I have you help.” Charles then spoke, dearly looking at you as he titled his head.

You nodded as you patted the man’s shoulder, “Just a warning – I am as horrendous as you are at this.” You spoke after a light soft sigh, “We are in this together, right?” You inquired, mimicking Charles’ head movement as you knew that it drove him completely crazy seeing you all cute and pleading.

Charles chuckled then took your head into both of his hands to place a tender peak on the top of your lips, “We are in this together.”

In exactly what you were two together in sickness and health and what was so consuming for the both of you? Cooking your first dinner together and not going out for your date that evening.

Charles showed you earlier that day the cooking challenge with Carlos where they had to cook pasta and how terrible it went for both. You laughed with your smile up to your ears watching the clip, and that was when Charles challenged you to show him how proper pasta had to be cooked if you were that boastful with your laughs watching him and his teammate doing it wrong. What Charles was pretty much unaware of was that you despised cooking as well, and yet you knew that making a fool of yourself while cooking in front of him was worth it in exchange of spending time at your place in your tiny, crowded kitchen instead of fancy restaurants that Charles always took you to.

You have been dating Charles for a couple of months now and you were both experiencing the honeymoon phase of your relationship during which it was all about kisses, touches and sex, calls and non-stop texting, and anticipations for the future.

You loved spending time with each other as much as you could, although both of your jobs were not helping at all in this – but summer break has just started for Leclerc, and you were going to take advantage as much as you could by Charles’ presence in Monaco when you were not at your cabinet. And now there you were in yet another kitchen terrifyingly looking at the ingredients you just bought spread over the counter.

You committedly took your aprons and placed them around your waists before you begun, you even bought those from the supermarket to mark the first time you cooked together memorable and as professional as it can be.

After all, you were not there to play with food; you were there to compete against each other.

“Let me tie yours like proper chefs do.” Charles insisted, taking the strings from the back, and making a knot at the front of your waist, “See? Now you look like a proper chef, just like me.” He then spoke, resting his hands still on the curves of your waist, “I never knew I liked women in aprons this much up until now, does that makes me less feminist?” Charles then confessed, scanning you from head to toes before pulling you in for a simple kiss that ended up turning into you already pulling the strings from his “proper chef” apron to get him off Charles.

You declined with a shook of your head, “I do not like men who are not feminists.” You confessed to Charles as your mouth went in a tour from his lips to the chin and then his neck tracing the man’s skin with fleeting kisses and nasty bites, “You are safe, I like you very much so.” You added, seeing a very proud smile from Charles that was perfectly matching yours.

“Oh fuck,” Charles groaned as he felt your fingers going underneath the man’s shirt searching for more skin to scratch harder than last night, “What about the whole cooking thing?” He then pleaded as his grip went tighter around your waist with one arm while the other went up to your neck with the tips of his fingers slightly caressing your chin in the process of kissing you more, and more, and more.

You smiled as you kissed him one last time in between the chuckles, getting your hands off him as you heard both of your stomachs growling for food rather than your bodies lusting for sex, “You are right.” You paused, taking two steps away from him to restrain yourself from jumping again on the man’s neck with both of your arms wrapped around him as well as your legs around his waist, “We need to eat first, I am quite famished.” You confessed, using your hands now to tighten the man’s apron rather than loosening it.

“So am I.” Charles teased in a sultry tone a very thick Monegasque accent, leaning forwards to you again just to get a hold of your neck to leave there a mark using the sharpness of his teeth just to place a wet kiss over it after the bite.

You shook your head, “Ok, let’s get the food done quick because you are only making it worse now.” You spoke, almost moaning the first words as your body was shaken by Charles’ unholy gestures.

“Ok, let’s go baby.” Charles clapped in enthusiasm as he rolled up his shirt’s sleeves up to the elbows, and you froze for a little moment there watching him do so – that was the very first time when Charles called you something else instead of your name.

Baby, there was a time when you would have protested for a man calling you baby as you found pet names childish and honestly some of them extremely disturbing but coming from Charles’ mouth baby had a nice ring to it and it made you completely ridiculously giggle as if you woke up on Christmas morning receiving the perfect gift as a ten-year-old girl back in your hometown.

“What’s going on?” Charles confusingly asked looking at you over his shoulder, “Are you laughing because you already think this is going to be easy for you since you know that I suck at this?”

“No, I just think you are cute.” You spoke, wrapping your arms around him from behind to somehow thank him for being such a sweetheart to you, “Boyishly cute.” You spoke, getting on your tiptoes just to kiss the man’s back of the neck before getting your hands dirty alongside with your boyfriend who just instinctively called you “baby” for the very first time in many to come.

Food was not quickly done. You both sucked at cooking, and although you were both aware of that fact – you were not expecting to suck that bad. You overcooked in your first try, and then you decided to take it all from zero and start again. Charles made a chaotic mess in the kitchen trying to spice the sauce right, and you were not making anything easier by being an even worse catastrophe in the kitchen when it came to cut the meat or shaving the parmesan. It took you twice as much to make two servings of pasta than it usually takes to the most unskilled people stepping in the kitchen for the first time, and yet it was not maddening or exhausting at all – it was just good fun.

You laughed non-stop, cracked jokes, and stopped in between the preparation to steal kisses from each other. You two were truly happy for the first time in forever enjoying somebody’s else presence and not feeling pressured to behave in unusual ways. Your smiles were sincere and were not hiding unspoken truths from the other, and your hearts skipped beats normally as hearts do when in love instead of aching for the person standing in front of you.

The sauce was done, and you were waiting for the pasta to perfectly boil for the third time so you could finally eat after too many failed attempts for one dinner preparation. The tiny window was largely open for the steam to get out and you could hear the cars roaming the narrow streets of Monaco breaching the quietness of a late July summer evening. Blows of wind entered the room, engulfing you whole in that torrid scent of mid-season. Music was softly playing from your phone next to you on the counter as you murmured the lyrics of a Sufjan Stevens’ song from a movie you saw ages ago about which Charles had little to no idea but loved to listen to your hums that close to him.

You looked at Charles as he came closer to you to hear your voice better across the space in between your bodies, and for a moment there you would have wished for time to stop so you could just stare at him for as long as frozen time permits – as Charles whished for the very first time you leaned on that hospital kitchen counter and titled your head towards him.

It was just you and Charles in the whole wide world for a split of a moment, two grown-ups in an apartment waiting for their pasta to boil perfectly and hopping that the sauce will taste just right – and nothing else mattered anymore. You both looked each other without saying anything back, just stupidly smiling at the other while listening to music and humming to the tunes.

“I think I am in love with you, Charles.” You bluntly and suddenly broke the snug silence in between the two of you as you were sitting on top of the kitchen counter with Charles in between your legs watching you back, “Is it too soon?” You questioned, fearing that you might have come off too strong and yet being liberated of the hefty feeling that pressed your chest the entire time as you looked at him in silence.

Charles had to know that you were falling for him – the man standing in front of you deserved to know that your intentions were nothing but pure when there were so many people surrounding him just for his social status rather than his companionship. You were sure of his intentions, Charles made them clear to you even from your first date when he first told you that you were fancied by him. You sweetened that now even more by not only fancying him back, but by totally falling in love with him. You patiently waited for Charles’ answer as the anxiety kicked in in a flash after the words were out in the world. What if it was too much for him? What if it was too soon to tell him that? What if he wanted to slow things down now? All your thoughtless inquiries were destroyed in an instant by a warm smile and even warmer words.

“Too soon to be in love with me?” Charles inquired, resting both of his palms on the top of your thighs as he leaned in for yet another quick peak, “To be honest I think I am in love with you since you took that jellybean from my palm back in your fancy hospital kitchen that you took me to.” Charles then added in the sweetest tone you have ever heard him using with you by now, “So no, trust me – it is not too soon.” He then confirmed, watching you watching him back with hopeful eyes.

You could not help yourself by broadly beam at Charles’ words. You were not that used to men telling you exactly what they thought or felt, so the man’s sincerity managed to take you by surprise every single time in the last months when you were told that you were beautiful or asked if you were alright with being kissed or touched in certain places during certain moments. Now Charles did that again – showing you that he cared enough to say what he felt or thought without being afraid of seeming defenseless in front of your own vulnerable self.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke as you rested your forehead on one of Charles’ shoulders as a sudden wave of sadness engulfed your whole body as flashes of past relationships went like bullets throughout your head, “Thank you for not running away the moment I open up to you.” You added, feeling your chest burning and hot tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

Charles took you closer to him in a warm embrace as he felt your body twitching underneath the man’s touch, “That is what I want from you – why would I run from something I am craving for?” He then asked, gently rubbing your back with one of his hands to make sure that you are comfortable enough in the man’s arms.

You ended up with your arms wrapped around Charles’ neck and with his covering your waist for a moment that meant forever then and there. You already had confessed to Charles prior to your home-cooked dinner date that your main issue with dating after you found out that you cannot have children with your ex-husband was not trusting someone enough to stay at your side due to your ineffectiveness of bearing children. Charles was mature enough to understand how and why your break-up caused trauma, and he also understood what he had to do to gain your trust.

Your embrace lasted for a while before the cooking timer went off and the sound of it scared the shit of you two. You both laughed as you figured out that you were two grown-up adults getting scared by a mere sharp sound. You quickly whipped your tears with help from Charles who kissed both of your cheeks after you rubbed your face and smiled back at you, telling you without words that it is all going to be alright and that he will never run away from you when you open up to him – that he was there to stay and keep his spot next to you for as long as you let him do so. You nodded back to him and realized how crazy it was that you already spoke without words and understood each other from simple glares and shakes of heads.

“Speaking of hospitals,” You spoke as you were getting the perfectly now boiled pasta out of the pot, “Is Xavier still at his grandmother’s house? I think he should pay a visit to the office these days because I really want to check how his arm is recovering after one month of being out of the cast.”

Charles nodded, “Ah yes, I am going there tomorrow first thing in the morning to pick him up from mom, I miss him like crazy!” Charles enthusiastically spoke as he was getting the plates ready for you to cover them in pasta, meat and souce.

You happily smiled, there was a different type of happiness that rose within you every single time when Charles spoke about Xavier and vice-versa, “I bet he misses you too – maybe you should take him in a weekend trip somewhere you never been together yet and just talk about cars or whatever you men talk about.” You sarcastically spoke rolling your eyes as a joke.

“And maybe you should join us.” Charles added, looking at you freeze again with pasta up in the air above the plate, “Ok, let me take it from here.” He then giggled, emptying your hands, and preparing the rest of the dish himself while you were processing Charles’ invitation.

“You have not told him about us, right?” You inquired as you anxiously sat down watching Charles adding even more parmesan to the plates as “proper chefs” do – his words, not yours.

Charles declined, “No, not yet – but I really want to.” He then confessed, taking your hand in his as he took his seat next to you, “When you are comfortable with me doing so – of course.” Charles assured you, feeling your grip tightening around the man’s fingers even harder than before.

“Charles I –” You paused to gather your thoughts for a moment before speaking not from a sentimental point of view being influenced by your infatuation with Charles but from a professional one working with children, “I think we should ease Xavier into this first,” You then added, pointing fingers to both you and Charles, “You cannot just drop a bomb like this to a ten-year-old all at once and expect him to be fine with it in an instant.” You argued gesticulating with both of your hands one of which was still held by Charles who was just intriguingly looking at you frenetically making a whole-ass dissertation in front of him as you were bringing medical terms and studies into the discussion.

“Look here love,” Charles spoke moving your chin with two of his fingers to make sure that you were indeed attentive to him and interrupting you from your fanatical debate with no one else but yourself, “Xavier adores you to the moon and back, every single time when he came back from one of his check-ups the first question was when the next appointment with you in scheduled.” Charles confessed, “When I was his age I hated going to the doctors and I still do now, due to that I never understood why he was so excited to see you – I was just happy I had little to no implications in convincing him to visit the medic’s office.”

You sighed, “I know – I adore him too. It is just –” You paused again, “All I am saying is that we need to be careful on how we are delivering the news to him.”

Charles agreed with a nod, “We will. Look, I will come by tomorrow at your office and bring Xavier so you can check his arm and see how he will react to us being in the same room first, is that okay?” He then continued, letting your hand go for the first time in forever that day so you could both finally eat.

You gently smiled, “Thank you for being so patient with me.”

Charles chuckled, “I have to take you in advance – you will be the one to be patient with two Leclercs from now on instead of just one.”

When Xavier and Charles entered the room, you felt your heart jumping miles aside your chest. You have had thousands of encounters with patients and their parents before this one, but you have never told one of the parents that you were in love with them twelve hours ahead of their children appointment. You deeply sighed once Charles and Xavier laid eyes on you, and that was Charles’ cue to start the talking instead of you due to your anxiety going through the roof in front of Xavier.

“Good mo—”

“Miss!” Xavier shouted, cutting Charles off in an instant and running with his hands clasped at his back towards you with pure excitement illuminating that little pristine face of his, “I bought you these!” He happily smiled, reveling a small bouquet of what seemed to be freshly picked from the garden flowers, “There are from my grandma’s house, have I told you how huge the garden over there is?” Xavier spoke with the same excitement in the tone of voice as showed on his face.

You declined with a nod, “No, you have not.” You spoke after a murmured ‘thank you’ as you took the flowers from Xavier’s hands, “Did you had fun at your grandma’s?” You asked, glaring at a very amused Charles watching the whole picture in front of his eyes as he was leaned on the locked door of your office.

“Yes! So much fun!” Xavier spoke as made himself very much very fast comfortable in the bed reserved for consultations, “Can I tell you all about it?” He then pleaded, cutely swinging his legs, and clasping his hands together in his lap patiently waiting for you to agree with him narrating every single little detail.

You happily nodded and that was the only sign that Xavier needed to fully open his month and literally tell you all about his two-week vacation back at grandma’s place. Charles was non-existent during the time Xavier talked as you listened with interest leaned towards the child rather than paying attention to your secret boyfriend. Charles found himself a comfy an armchair to lean into and watch you two talking without interfering whatsoever. You two exchanged quite a few smiling glances when Xavier was not having his full focus on you, but besides a whispered “I told you, he adores you” from Charles during Xavier’s sporadic cascade of happenings, there was not so much contact between you and the man who you slept with last night.

“Oh, oh, and my uncles came in yesterday and they taught me how to ride horses! Real horses! They have such big noses, right daddy?” Xavier spoke, being for the first time he even acknowledged Charles in the room aside of just looking at you.

Charles chuckled, “Your uncles or the real horses?” Your boyfriend asked, throwing you a cheeky secret wink in the process of replying to his son, “The answer is yes for both my love.” Charles nodded towards Xavier, “I still cannot believe that Enzo and Arthur took you horse riding without letting me know – I am quite a jockey myself.” Charles proudly added as his shoulders lightly shrugged in confidence.

Xavier gave you a shady side-look, “Do not trust him miss, my uncles told me otherwise.” He then spoke, “Grandma agreed too.” He proudly continued, crossing both of his arms at his chest as if there was a serious argument going between him and his dad.

“Non-sense.” Charles replied, “Do not listen to your uncles – especially Arthur, they do not know what they are talking about most of the times.” He then added, following Xavier’s example, and instinctively crossing both of his arms at his chest too.

You could not help yourself but laugh as you watched them both goofing around with each other. You have prior noticed that there were so many mirrored mannerisms between the two standing across from you, but instantly seeing them in action made your lips hurt from all the smiling.

“I am glad to hear that you had fun, little champ.” You spoke, getting your attention back at Charles’ son rather than him, “But have you been careful with your just released from the cast arm?” You spoke, using your teacher-like tone of voice that somehow caught Charles’ focus in an instant – that was hot, and he could not blame himself for thinking that way when you were only spoken with him in sweet tones by now.

Xavier nodded, “Yes, I have been careful miss. Look, I can even throw a proper punch now!” Your patient spoke, mimicking a box move in plain air just to show how tough the little one was once again, “Do you want me to do it again? Do you want to see that again?”

You chuckled at the same time as Charles, “No, once was enough.” You gently spoke, taking Xavier both hands in one of yours, “I will need you to do some mobility exercises at the same time as me and tell me if something hurts, alright champ? Maybe your dad will help us too?” You inquired, watching Charles already getting up from his armchair and ready for whatever you had prepared for the three of you.

You spent the rest of the appointment analyzing every movement of arms from Xavier and watching closely every reaction to your mobility exercises. Charles followed your orders too and played with Xavier for as much as needed for you to give them the final diagnostic after you pleaded Xavier to bear another X-ray just to check if everything was alright and at its place.

“You are good to go.” You finally spoke after minutes of gymnastics in your office leaving both Xavier and Charles exhausted, “I will prescript some medicines that has to be taken for the rest of the month to strengthen your bones even more, but otherwise you are free to go to your practices and ride horses in pace, but you have to be extra-careful.” You spoke, standing down at Xavier’s eye level to pinch the man’s right cheeks, “Have I made myself understood?” You questioned, glaring at Charles too.

“Yes miss.” Both replied at the same time, causing you once again a huge smile on your face.

“Good boys.” You nodded, patting only Xavier’s head no matter how much you would have loved to do the same with Charles’.

You accompanied both outside the building with the excuse that you wanted to pick something to eat from outside your office when you just wanted more time to spend with the rather than just the period of Xavier’s appointment. You sighed once you saw Charles parking the car in front of you and Xavier knowing that it meant they were going to leave within a few minutes, and you would have loved to stay for hours in their presence just to be a witness to their silly son-to-dad banter.

“You heard the pretty lady right, daddy?” Xavier enthusiastically jumped as Leclerc came back from the car to pick the little on up, “This means that we can go to today’s practice?” The little Leclerc asked with the most pleading blue-greenish eyes you have ever seen a child begging for ‘yes’ as an answer.

“If the pretty lady says it is fine, then yes.” Charles spoke, throwing you yet another not-so-secretive wink that managed to make you blush, “I will take you to the practice today and the day after that and the day after that one.” Charles nodded, taking Xavier’s hands into his to squeeze him whole if that was possible, “My summer break just started – I will take you to all of your practices from now.” Charles happily replied, kneeling to kiss the back of Xavier’s hand.

Xavier’s arms went around his dad’s neck, knowing that will meant that Charles will completely pick him up from the ground and that he will not have to take yet another step to the car – spoiling in the most unharming way the hell of his son, “Thank you for today once again, Y/N.” Charles spoke with Xavier now fully into the man’s arms, “See you next time, right?”

You giggled, “Thank you for bringing him in today and yes see you so—”

“Miss!” Xavier shouted again cutting you off this time and loudly clapping his hands right into Charles’ ears, “What about you come with us today?” He then asked, “You never saw my driving skills that I have been talking to you about and I really want to show them to you.” Xavier pleaded, and that was when you understood how Charles felt when Xavier looked right into his eyes with that piteous innocent look. You just could not say no, and all the spoiling made sense even more now.

You searched for an answer into your boyfriend’s glare, and seeing him basically mimicking Xavier’s puppy eyes right in front of you was not that much of a surprise, “I will drop by once I am finished with working, alright?” You gently replied, trying to play it as cool as possible in front of them and not letting any overenthusiasm show on your face – and yet your rosy cheeks and insanely stunning smile give it all away.

Your phone buzzed half an hour later after you came back into your office as you finished another appointment – texts from Charles blowing up your phone. You laughed like a high schooler deeply in love at both texts while being at the same time still amazed that you were going out with a man who knew how to talk in full sentences even through text and not just in real life.

“See? I told you that Xavier adores you, I was not even in the room for a minute there. I think it went amazing, what do you think? The only thing I am concerned about is him being mad at me for stealing you from him rather than the other way around.”

“Thank you for agreeing with my son’s proposal, shall I send a car for you or are you going to play the hyper independent woman card again? Which by the way I adore but please let me take care of you occasionally.”

The smile was not fading as you replied, “I might end up liking him more than I like you even. And yes, I am going to play the hyper independent woman card again, just send me the address and I will be there after I finish here.”

The reply came right back within a minute, “You are not going to let me take care of you not even occasionally, am I right?”

You leaned back into your chair as you typed, “I can think of a few occasions when you can take care of me, and I fully agree with those.” You replied, scenes from last night when your tights were devoured by the man’s mouth played into your mind.

“Jesus Y/N,” You spoke loudly for yourself as you were now alone in the room, “You are at work for fuck’s sake!” You added, scolding yourself for having dirty thoughts right in the middle of your shift, “Get your shit together.” You chuckled, laughing at your own little dirty mind. It was Charles Leclerc you were talking about – who could have blamed you for that?

You arrived at the karting circuit mid-training. You spotted Xavier on the track right away having the same number as his dad’s winning championship car, and you had to admit right from the start that he was as fast as he told you so – the fastest, the quickest of them all, the smartest amongst the bunch. You took the nearest seat next to the garage Charles indicated you as being theirs through texts and patiently waited for him to come and pick you up from there as you spotted the man’s back inside the open garage. Charles was talking to one of the karting engineers and they were both too focused on the monitor in front of them to be disturbed or to pay attention to their other surroundings. Again, you were nothing but smiles and giggles.

It just felt like you took such a huge step into the two Leclercs’ world and that you were very much welcomed in there. The only think you knew about racing was that it was dangerous, and that people can break bones doing even karting, and yet the very first time you saw Charles at the Monaco GP and now Xavier racing against twenty other passionate racing kids, you understood that there was more than just the suffering part – you understood why and how Xavier will follow Charles’ path. There was beauty in the sound of engines, adrenaline in taking turns, and immense satisfaction in being the fastest, the quickest, the smartest on the tracks.

Charles was guided to you by you shouting Xavier’s name once the little champ’s kart came closer to you as he turned into the corner. It was just practice – and yet you were there to support Xavier and to let him know that you are indeed a witness to the Leclerc legacy in motorsport racing – wait until you found out that Arthur Leclerc was racing too.

“Having fun?” Charles asked you as he took the seat right next to you, “Am I getting dethroned as your favorite driver as we speak?” He then asked, watching you having eyes only for Xavier on the track instead of him sitting next to you.

“You might.” You joked, quickly glaring at Charles once before you returned to his child once again, “It looks like Xavier really missed this.” You spoke, loudly clapping once again as Xavier overtook yet another kart.

Charles nodded, “It is a sentiment that you cannot quite forget – and when you are back at it after a break you wish for it to never end. If you would have told me twenty years ago when I was almost Xavier’s age, that I am not allowed to race for a couple of months only because I broke my arm? I would have probably run away from home and join the race circus or something like that.” He then added with a chuckle, “My parents would have been so mad back then.”

You bittersweetly smiled and secretly took Charles’ hands into yours behind the seats to comfort him with a light play of your fingers in between Leclerc’s – that was the very first time when Charles mentioned both parents instead of just his mother. You knew about Charles’ father from articles and articles only, not daring to ask him something up until now as opening to someone can be challenging at each step – and you were pretty much aware of how hard that was.

“I am sure that they would have been proud of you even if you joined race circus.” You smiled, “The running away from home part – not so much.” You paused with a laugh, grabbing Charles’ pinky into yours for a while as a silent promise.

“Come on now love, let me show you around the garage what is going on until Xavier finishes.” Charles spoke, grabbing you fully by the hand to take you to the place where all the magic happened.

You were too caught up in watching and listening to Charles explaining bits and parts of their world to you that you even forget that your clasped hand was still in Charles’ while he never felt the need to let go of yours. When the karts stopped, and Xavier went up running to you and his father – he caught you in the act too. You only realized what you have done once you saw where the young man’s glare was focused to. The hands were untied at an instant and you hardly abstained to not swear even underneath your breath. Glaring at Charles, you saw your up to then secret boyfriend slightly panicking too although not as much as you were doing so.

“Amazing drive champ.” Charles spoke, “You crushed out there.”

Xavier looked up from you to Charles, and then to you again in what seemed to be disbelief at first that slowly turned into a smile and then in pure enthusiasm. With mouth half-opened and with the hamlet dropping from the little man’s hands, Xavier started to enthusiastically jump and dance to an unknown song which lyrics were, “I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!”

Charles confusedly looked at you, and you returned the same glare as you were watching Xavier running towards the both of you and trying to engulf you both into the man’s short arms, “I knew it!” Xavier repeated once more as he wrapped one of his arms around Charles’ right leg and the other one around your left leg, “You are bringing flowers only to girls you like, right daddy?” He then asked, looking up at you and Charles, “That is why you picked flowers this morning for the pretty lady and gave them to me to give them to her – you were too shy!” Xavier continued, making Charles’ cheeks turn a little redder than usual as he heard his son’s words, “My uncle Arthur told me that he has always been like this around girls, he must be right with the horse-riding as well.” Xavier continued, taking two steps away from you two who were unable to react to a ten-year-old young man figuring out that you two dated before you spilled out the beans to him.

Both of you went to one of your knees in front of Xavier to be at the little champ eye level again, “You are right, you should bring flowers only to girls you like – but also be considerate of the other girls as well, fine son?” Charles spoke as he caressed the hair of Xavier, “But yes, you are right – I was too shy to give the flowers myself.”

“Happy to help.” Xavier spoke as he faked a regal bow in front of his father before switching his focus back to you, “Do you like him too, miss? Do you hold hands with people you do not like?” Xavier directly and bluntly so asked you, “I mean I know that my father is kind of old and grumpy sometimes but –”

“You spent too much time with your uncles, that is for sure young man.” Charles intertwined being triggered by the words ‘old’ and ‘grumpy’ used in the same sentence as his own name, “I am not that old – let alone grumpy!” Your boyfriend then spoke, vehemently shaking his head just to frown afterwards due to the dizziness provoked by the harsh movement.

“See? Old and grumpy.” Xavier then took the stand, pointing to the fine lines of Charles’ frowned forehead, “Arthur does not have those, uncle thought me about what they mean back at grandmas.”

A heavy sigh escaped Charles’ mouth, “That’s it! I am revoking uncle privileges from my little brother.” Your not-so-secret-anymore boyfriend then added with a soft and amused smile all over his face as he pinched both of Xavier’s cheeks.

In all the midst of confusion and panic due to your relationship with Xavier’s father being so easily guessed and questioned, you could not help yourself again but just laugh at their dialogue. Xavier certainly had a strong personality that you were not seeing in all ten-years-old and Charles was one hell of a father for turning everything in a fun little game for his son.

“I do like him Xavi.” You spoke, gently touching Charles’ shoulder at your left, “And I would love if you would allow me to like your father even more from now on.” You spoke, locking eyes with Charles for a moment that held eternity within its margins, “What do you think?” You asked, taking both hands of the little champ in yours, “Will you allow me to like this old and grumpy man?”

“Will you give me more candy when I visit?” Xavier spoke, caressing his chin like men do in western movies that he probably has watched with one of his uncles, “Wait!” He then paused, “I will not have to visit you that often – this means that you are going to spend more time together with me without that awful coughing syrup.”

You chuckled and agreed with a nod, “More candies, and no coughing syrup. I promise.” You spoke in a demanding tone, lifting your pinky in the air to catch Xavier’s which was already on his way.

“Mhm? Hello? I am here too?” Charles sarcastically spoke as he covered your pinky fingers with his too, “Why do you two always forget about me in a conversation?” Charles huffed, and you and Xavier could not do anything else but just laugh at the grown man’s whimpers for not being included in the fun group.

The child felt asleep back home as Charles drove you first to your place. You two remined quiet not to disturb the little champ relaxing after a long afternoon of practice. Now there was not only you and Charles alone in the whole wide world – Xavi joined too. The whole way back home you held hands with Charles, and not for even a split of a second as he drove did Leclerc let your hand slip away from him. The only time when Charles’ grip untightened was when against the back of your hand the man’s lips pressed.

“We are not the greatest couple at delivering news.” You spoke, looking over the shoulder at a very asleep mini-Charles as you got off the car in front of your apartment building, “Or at hiding things – we were figured out by a ten-year-old!” You whispered, watching Charles holding the door wide open for you to get down just to softly shut it right back and lock you in between the car and his body.

“To be honest we were not even trying to hide it.” Charles laughed, “Flowers, holding hands? I told him to do both things with a girl he liked in kindergarten already.” He then added with a smile, “Plus, that boy is a genius, and I am not just saying it because he is my son although me being his father means that Xavier inhe—”

“Oh, will you shut up already?” You spoke laughing, cupping Charles’ head into both of your palms as you pulled him closer for a kiss. Charles took you fully into his arms, not kissing you for the entire day was excruciating painful for him. You could feel it by the way he held you closer than ever to his body and by the way his tongue searched for more and more space to fill. You went mellow in Charles’ arms and would have killed for more than just a couple of seconds of him all over you outside in your parking lot and yet you had to stop once you heard Xavier’s voice from inside the car calling for his daddy.

“Who do we have to thank for inventing smoked car windows?” You spoke as you managed to push a very fake sobbing Leclerc out from you, “Go on, your son needs you.”

“Miss?! Miss?!” Xavier’s voice resounded at your back as the window retracted, “I need to tell you what I just dreamt off! I was a doctor just like you!” Xavier then spoke, getting his head completely out of the window to make you pay attention to him.

“It seems to me that he needs you more.” Charles softly spoke with nothing but gratitude inside that sweet tone of his, unlocking the car’s doors after another one of his failure winks.

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livin4mybabes · 1 year

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We're a team baby, we're in this together // Mason Mount

request: yes thank you for you request ❤ summary: Mason stopped being the hands on dad so when you leave, he started to understand what he lost and what was happened to him. pairing: dadmason! x reader warnings: fights, angst, mention of depression but there's a happy ending words count: 2.01 k author note: My first fic with Mase and im happy with the result -ngl, i'd have liked to make Mason suffer more-, i hope you like it too

" Leave Mason, just leave. You haven't been here for me even less for your daughter when we need you the most. It's not like, if you want to help me or not, it's your fucking job since I got pregnant because you got your fucking dick in me with no protection."

" y/n, please..."

"I'm sorry Mason, but I really need to figure things out."

Several things have happened to get to the point of that fight.

You and Mason have been in a relationship for several years now -you started dating at 17- You've been through many adversities, yet you've stayed together. You moved in together, got engaged and now, you were parents to a beautiful baby girl. A baby girl that you had created with so much love.

Since you found out you were going to be parents, you couldn't help but feel a little insecure about it, taking care of a little one; however, the happiness was bigger. That subject you used to talk about in the evenings had become a reality.

Anyway, Mason was over the moon about it, he was going to have a little princess to take care of. He would fulfill your every whim, and he tried to go to as many doctor's appointments as possible. Not to mention the last few months of your pregnancy, he was practically glued to you the whole time.

The day you welcomed your little baby girl, Riley, Mason was holding her in his arms the whole time, they were attached to the hips.

When you arrived home after leaving the hospital, he was no different, he would change your baby's nappies, while you were breastfeeding, he would sit next to you while holding you around or caressing your little one's cheek. Also, as you could hardly make much effort, he would do the laundry, cook, etc.

Finally, when he returned to training, he would come home as soon as possible so he could help you with everything related to your baby. However, that lasted a few months before it got to the point mentioned at the beginning.

Mason started hanging out with his friends —not that it bothered you because, of course, you can't not let him do that and he deserved a break after the months he'd spent with you— but, suddenly, he started going out frequently, sometimes arriving late, and you hardly saw him anymore because when you woke up, he had already left for training.

He didn't even come home for lunch anymore, you didn't even get calls from him asking about Riley, about you, it seemed like you were on your own.

Riley was sick, she had caught a cold. All night she was hot, her nose was stuffy, she was crying a lot and you really didn't know what to do and Mason, even though he had heard everything in the early morning, didn't even stop to ask you what was going on. As a first time mum it is sometimes very difficult, you had called your mum to let her know that you were going to stay at your old house for a few days, she had asked you the reasons but you told her you would explain later.

First you would take your daughter to the doctor.

You had tried to call Mason but he didn't answer, so you decided to call Ben, maybe he could make him know.

To your misfortune, Ben didn't know where Mason was. He only mentioned to you that he left the club as soon as training was over. That caught your attention as he hadn't even stopped by the house.

You grabbed your house keys and headed to the doctor's, you'd do it without Mason.

It was 7pm when you returned home, no surprise to you, Mason hadn't made it home. You took Riley to her room and then went to the kitchen to get some dinner. When you were done, you went to your room and grabbed a couple of changes of clothes for you and Riley and other essentials things —nappies, dummies, wet wipes—. You'd had enough.

Finally, Mason had arrived home around 9 pm. He left the car in the garage and went into the house and started checking his phone call log, and then he found a lot of missed calls from you, from Ben, from Kai, from his mother.

Had something happened to you?

Mason ran to his room and you got up to confront him.

"Where have you been? Have you just been looking at your phone?" You said as you approached him.

"I couldn't, I've been busy. I went to Ben's, but I just saw that you called me." You couldn't believe it; he was lying to your face.

"Don't lie to me Mason, I've spoken to Ben and he never mentioned you were with him" You pointed at him angrily.

"So now you want to control me and watch me..." "I would never do that Mason! I was looking for you because I needed you, your daughter needed you and you didn't even care! I'm tired."

"What happened to Riley? Is she okay?" Mason said concerned.

"Now apparently you do care" You laughed as you shook your head, you couldn't believe it.

"She's my daughter, of course I care" "No, you don't. If it were true you wouldn't have left us alone all this time."

"But, I- " You cut him off.

“You haven't been here for me even less for your daughter when we need you the most. It's not like, if you want to help me or not, it's your fucking job since I got pregnant because you got your fucking dick in me with no protection."

"Riley, she got cold. Maybe it's not that bad, but you didn't even bother to ask about her like you used to do every day. I can't Mase, not anymore."

"y/n, please..."

"I'm sorry Mason, but I really need time to figure things out and you, to sort things out and be the father that Riley needs." You told him as you cried, he tried to come closer but you pulled back.

"Y/n, baby. Please," Mason said, his voice breaking.

"If you don't go, I'll go. I really, really need time. I'll go to my parents."

With that, you left the house. Your house that held so many memories, but it was a house that was now broken.

A couple of weeks had passed, Mason had come home and found it completely dark and silent as it had been a few weeks since you left. He missed you, so he tried to call you, but he regretted it, maybe you wouldn't answer.

He needed to talk to someone, so he called Ben.

"Mase? Everything ok?" Ben said as he answered.

"It's my damn fault, I've been an idiot these last few weeks, I let them down when they needed me. When it's my responsibility to do it." Ben heard how Mason's voice had cracked.

"What are you talking about? Y/n and Riley are okay?" Ben said worriedly. He had really noticed Mason acting weird a few weeks ago, but he had noticed some recovery in him, but he had never said anything to him, even when he had asked him.

"Mate, mate calm down" Ben was trying to calm his mate down.

"I'm a fucking prick, argh!" Mason said as he sat down on the ground.

""Mate, I know it's none of my business but is everything alright with you guys?"" Ben couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, well... I don't know, I've been a dick. Y/n probably hates me; I've been really absent at home but I'm working on it."

"But why..." "It's a situation that I had, that I had to work on myself" Mason cut Ben off.

"Mason, I didn't know. I hope you're better," Ben told him.

"I am".

"Go to her house. Go and get them, you can't lose them, they're your family. Try to fix it or you'll regret it, believe me. 'I know you're better now, be the father Riley needs, the fiancé that y/n needs."

"Thanks mate, I will" Mason said, with that, Mason cut the call and headed to your parents’ home. He would fight for you guys; he would fix the bullshit he did.

You were lying on the bed in your old room, resting after a hard day. You were exhausted, being with a little girl who kept crying and you didn't know why. She wasn't sick anymore —you knew because you had taken her to the doctor again and he said there was nothing wrong with her, she was healthy— you didn't know what to do. Maybe she needed and missed her father as much as you did, " shame he's an idiot" you thought.

By now your little girl was asleep next to you in her co-sleeper. You were about to fall asleep when you heard a knock on your door, it was probably your mother asking if you wanted some dinner.

"Come in," you replied, sitting up. When the door opened you expected to find your mother, you were wrong, who was at the door was Mason.

"Mason, what are you doing here?" you asked.

"I came to fix the mistakes I made. I don't want to lose you" Mason approached you.

"Mason..." You said in disbelief.

" y/n, baby. Let me explain please." He said as he looked into your eyes, and you saw his regret. You nodded.

"Well, since Riley was born I've been the happiest man but, these last few months I feel like I'm not enough. That you and she deserve better. And I know this has affected our family, our relationship and I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I felt before. But, somehow, I preferred to avoid it and go out with my friends, because I thought it was stupid.

I want to tell you that I have worked on myself, I have gone to the psychologist and he has told me that it is probably depression, although it is not very common, there is post-partum depression in fathers and apparently that is what happened to me. I am better, I understood what was happening to me, it helped me to seek help, to talk to Ben, and I promise you that I will give you the best version of me". By this time, you were already crying.

"Mase, I'm sorry for everything you've been through. I want you to know that you can always tell me anything you want. We're a team baby, we're in this together.

I'm not going to lie to you that I was angry, disappointed that you acted like that, you left us. And you left me with all the responsibilities because a mother never has time to take a break Mason. It hurt, but, we miss you, even Riley has been crying a lot, I think that's the reason for that," you tearfully told him.

"I apologize too for what I put you through. And it's true what you say, that was selfish of me but believe me I won't hide anything from you, we'll tell each other the way we feel. We can't let this happen again". Mason said that and just Riley started to cry, and the two of you approached her.

"Hello baby, how are you" Mase said as he held her in his arms, she stopped crying.

"See, she missed you, didn't you baby?" you said looking at them.

"I missed you too. I'm never going to leave you, I promise."

"You better Mason" You said pointing at him angrily, but laughing at the same time.

" We shouldn't make mommy Ri mad" Mason said with a sly laugh.

"No, you don't make me mad," you said.

"Okay, okay... Let's go home, we will not be separated again."

With that, you packed your things and returned home, together and with the whole situation sorted out. Finally, your family was back where you belonged.

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jacarandaaaas · 4 months

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I remember seeing something in your tags where you said you had a few ideas for episodes for the Encanto series. Do you mind sharing them with me? if you want of course. (I've already written the basic premise for seasons 1-4 but I'm happy to hear any ideas you got)

ooh of course! these are just some brainstormed thoughts nothing substantial but

- mirabel gets her new room (because we didn’t see it in the movie)

- julieta cooking with her daughters as a bonding exercise

- bruno goes out into the town with his sisters and they talk to the townspeople about everything

- mirabels having nightmares/flashbacks of casita falling on her and starts thinking there’s cracks everywhere

- antonio and Dolores doing literally anything I love them

- alma falls back into old habits but the family’s there to steer her in the right direction

- luisa gets a fun part in her room! (Based on the concept art)

- the husbands + bruno have a boys night out !

- isa and Dolores have a heart to heart when they plan to spend the day together

- camilo and Bruno put on a play for the whole community and the whole family helps!

- pepa brings bruno around to try new things since he’s missed so much

- madrigal grandkids have a sleepover

- triplets flashback to when they first get their gifts and it’s the first week of absolute CHAOS in the encanto

- day of little candles themed ep where alma and the family go to the river and alma tells them all about pedro (maybe a flashback to life before dos oruguitas)

- isabela adjusting to her new identity and the villagers still subconsciously think of her as her “perfect” version

- someones birthday and the family throw the best party ever

- mirabel and bruno reflect on what’s changed and how the future can be scary

- this one’s entirely self indulgent but mirabel goes to the local seamstress to get advice and ends up being taken on board as an assistant

- camilo and Marco get all the town kids to partake in the ultimate encanto football match

- luisa having a day off where the family do everything for her (she deserves it)

- christmas ep because why not!

- flashback to grandkids as younger for some preteen Dolores and isa moments

- antonio starts school and is super nervous and struggles a bit but he has his family for support

- mirabel not being used to having attention on her all the time and feeling like she has to live up to new expectations because she’s “the miracle” (this isn’t her being a leader or anything this is literally just her brain assuming they expect stuff from her)

- triplets bday!! (Can be from any time)

- mirabel and Antonio have a picnic

- Dolores and Mariano get a date set up for them by camilo

- madrigal sisters talk about their feelings from when mirabel went missing

- agustin and julieta have an anniversary coming up so agustin wants to make it the most special ever (shenanigans insue)

- pepa and felix go out for the night and pepa is insanely talented on the dance floor

- all the parents go away and Bruno is left to babysit

- isabela wants to make some friends after not having many due to her wanting to keep up appearances

- Dolores wants a new outfit and goes to mirabel for help

- luisa stands up to the donkey man

- julieta and alma moments

I cant think of more on the spot so if anyone wants to leave suggestions in comments!

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apomaro-mellow · 6 months

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Matchmaking Harringtons 7

Steve's extended family started coming into town about two days before the fourth of July. Steve and his parents played host and while Steve answered questions about his current significant other, he kept Eddie far away from the house for now. He hadn't told anyone about his newfound orientation or the fact that he was currently dating a man.

That could wait until they actually met Eddie and got to know him for real. For now, though, Steve entertained some of his younger cousins by taking them out to the arcade and some ice cream.

But soon enough, the Fourth arrived and the Harrington house was abuzz with activity. People were cooking inside and out and the younger ones were just waiting for it to heat up enough to jump in the pool. The official start time that Eddie was given was 11:30 so that was when he came. Right on the dot.

He knocked on the door and Steve answered, only to find his not-boyfriend once again.

"What're you wearing?", Steve asked, coming outside and shutting the door behind him so that they were both standing on the porch.

"I know what you're gonna say", Eddie started. He'd known since he looked himself in the mirror. He wear wearing a flannel shirt and blue jeans with no rips in them. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and to Steve's disappointment there were zero rings on his fingers.

Steve crossed his arms. "If you know, then why would you do this?"

"Just toning it down just a bit. I do want your family to like me."

"Aren't you always going on about forced conformity. And how we can't keep following societal norms when they can be so harmful?"

Eddie's eyes got big. "Babyyy", he grabbed Steve by the hips and pulled him in close to kiss his pout. "You are listening when I go on my rants."

"You're kinda hard to ignore, Eds. Now please tell me you have a change of clothes."

"I do. Help me change so we can be quick?"

Steve was normally helping Eddie undress in a hurry, not the other way around, but it wouldn't take long for someone to realize he was missing and see Eddie's van in the driveway and make the connection. So he went with him to the back of said van and helped him into something that was more 'Eddie' than what he currently had on.

Of course, hands wandered just a bit, they couldn't help it. But both were pretty focused on the actual task at hand.

Suddenly the doors to the back of the van opened and there was a 10 year old boy, catching Steve in the act of zipping (up!) Eddie's black, ripped jeans.

"Be cool, Bobby", Steve said.

"Mom!"

Not the best first impression to make with such impressionable eyes. But Steve ushered his cousin back inside, Eddie right behind them and the whole family right there as they came in through the front door.

"Hey, everyone", Steve greeted. "This is Eddie. My um-", he paused to clear his throat, feeling like he needed a drink. "He's my boyfriend. Eddie, this is everyone."

It felt like the longest silence of his life. And having so many eyes on him had never made Steve feel so vulnerable before.

"Oh", one of his aunts said. "Well your parents never told us-when you said you were dating someone we assumed-I-Diane?"

"Eddie's been very good to our Steve", Diane said. "So no one scare him off."

Eddie's new outfit had jeans with more personality, and a shirt with a band Steve knew about two songs from, neither that he'd play in front of this current crowd. His hair hung wild down his shoulders and his rings were back where they belonged. He was purely himself and if these people weren't into that, well, Steve had the full support of his parents at least. He just hoped the rest of his family would understand.

Diane was putting some pies in the oven for later when her sister approached.

"So you're fine with not having any grandchildren?"

"Steve and Eddie could adopt." Of course, she was mostly talking out of her ass. Gay marriage wasn't legal (yet) so gay adoption probably wasn't on the table. But she and her husband knew people who knew people.

Jonas was having his own conversation with his brother-in-law.

"I mean I sent my boy to boarding school from the 6th grade on and he never came home with a boyfriend. Somehow managed to sneak a girl in there too. And somehow in the middle of America, Steve found a-"

"A nice guy like Eddie?", Jonas interrupted while flipping a burger. "He's quite a find, but Steve can't take all the credit. Diane and I were actually the ones to find him."

"You found Steve a boyfriend?"

"We found Steve a steady boyfriend", Jonas emphasized. "You should've seen him going through girls like tissues, right Di?"

Diane was coming by with some more things for the grill. "Oh it was like a circus and Steve was driving around with a never ending clow car of girls."

"That bad, huh?", the uncle asked.

"Oh the girls were fine. It was just so many and he wanted him to get serious with someone."

Jonas nodded. "He and Eddie have been going strong since summer started."

"Guess it's a good thing if you don't need to pay a dowry. Who even is the girl in that relationship?", the uncle asked while watching both young men carrying tables to set up outside when the food was ready.

Steve could tell his parents were taking the brunt of the initial questioning and he promised to give them the best presents for the remainder of holidays of the year for it. He was able to introduce Eddie to his cousins. There were only a few as it was just his mom's side of the family with them this time. The youngest was Bobby and the oldest was just a year older than Steve.

After setting up the tables it was finally hot enough to justify jumping in the pool, which most of them did. As the resident captain of the swim team, Steve put on his trunks and performed his life guarding duty for the family while the adults cooked and set up other things while catching up, mostly about him.

Eddie was still fully dressed in his t-shirt and jeans, lounging on a pool chair while the rest of them splashed around. But he offered Steve a wolf whistle when he came out, dripping wet.

"Not even James Bond could resist", Eddie teased.

Steve came over to sit next to him, knowing the look in Eddie's eyes meant he was fighting every urge to get his hands on him. He grabbed a towel and dried his hair off a little.

"Any chance I'll see you in the pool? I've got extra trunks."

"You'll have to work a little harder than that to get me wet~", Eddie said in a low tone, their heads inclined together. Then Eddie remembered where they were and was about to pull back when Steve grabbed him by the back of his neck. "Stevie, people are probably looking."

"My nosy parents? Definitely. And anyone else can close their eyes if they don't wanna see."

And without anymore preamble, Steve brought him closer for a kiss. A quick thing, just a peck of the lips but still the most he'd gotten today with so many new people around them. Eddie was in a daze afterwards, it always took him a second to recover from Steve's kisses. When he did though, he remembered where they were and who could be watching.

Sure enough, when Eddie tore his eyes away from Steve's lovely face there was a whole crowd watching them, having stopped in whatever they were doing.

Eddie felt like he had ripped a bandaid off but was still bleeding underneath.

Part 8 FINAL

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sevensoulmates · 2 months

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Spec on what Tommy's (possible) sexuality might be?

In relation to some spec I'm seeing going around about how Tommy identifies his sexuality, I'm so curious to see what that's gonna be and how he came to figure it out.

Here's what we know:

Tommy had a girlfriend in Chimney Begins because Captain Gerrard asked Tommy when his girlfriend was coming by the station to cook them all dinner. But then again he was kinda cagey in answering the Captain about her coming.

In Hen Begins, Sal insinuates that Tommy is "more of a Team Jacob kind of guy" aka Gay because Tommy finds Kristen Stewart "too broody". Tommy takes this in stride, sending Sal a joking air kiss, but it's by far the biggest hint we've gotten about Tommy possibly not being straight during the time he worked with the 118. However this line was likely originally intended to show casual workplace homophobia in order to make Hen uncomfortable, and not really to be like "oh hey Tommy's queer". But it ends up working out for the writers that they already had this tidbit in here.

In Bobby Begins Again Tommy tells Hen and Chim "I'm telling you, single is easier. Having the scars impresses women, getting 'em freaks 'em out." Which heavily implies dating/being attracted to women. In the same conversation, he later brings up a quote from Fight Club the movie, and in case anyone wasn't aware, has long been interpreted as a queer allegory due to large amounts of homoerotic material in the source material and film adaptations.

All of that being said, there are arguments for Tommy possibly being bisexual, or possibly being an in-the-closet gay man. Whichever direction they choose to take Tommy will be telling for the future of the plot for different reasons.

If Tommy ends up being bisexual like Buck, then more than likely they'll end up having a lot of parallels to experiences Buck has had in the past, further cementing to the audience that Buck has been bi this whole time but just didn't realize it. It could also parallel Buck's current situation (hiding him and Tommy from Eddie + the 118) and possibly the catalyst for Buck to come out to the rest of the 118.

But, if Tommy ends up being gay, and had to hide it and/or repress it for most of the time he had been with the 118, that could prove very interesting for the ways in which he strongly parallels Eddie.

7x04 spent a lot of time hammering home to the audience that Tommy is extremely similar to Eddie. I wouldn't be surprised if they take this a step further by having Tommy have a queer experience similar to how many of us believe Eddie's to be. That being growing up in a hypermasculine environment, filled with shame and plenty of reasons to repress and/or keep that information to himself. And only figuring out who he is later in life.

Personally, I would prefer it if they went this route with Tommy. Not only because I think it would strongly parallel a possible queer Eddie storyline, but it would also provide a contrast for Buck. By that I mean if Tommy says "well, my relationships with women never felt right, and I realized later it's because I wasn't attracted to them at all" then Buck can firmly place himself in the bisexual category in contrast by clarifying that he was and still is attracted to women, but now realizes he likes men too. And it doesn't hurt that it could be possible foreshadowing for Eddie, and/or parallels to Eddie's storyline with Marisol in the episode with something possibly not feeling right between them.

Either way, I'm excited to see to learn more about Tommy in 7x05. I'm also hoping for a bit more acknowledgment for how shitty he was to Hen and Chim in the beginning. It's a good way to show 10+ years of character development in one convo.

#911 abc #bucktommy #tommy kinard #speculation #911 speculation

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randomalistic · 2 months

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Ok oh my god. OH MY GOD. I just saw treasure planet for the first time and It was fucking amazing. Like yeah Duh I KNOWWW i know it’s like. “underrated Disney movie bla bla it was a commercial failure” . You know the deal.

But if there is 1 thing I want to say:

I cannot emphasize enough how meaningful and touching it is to the audience when you allow your male main characters to cry, and hug, and be emotionally vulnerable without shame. That brought this film to a whole new level 🥺

its a beautiful movie that took so many creative risks and that’s so admirable. It’s so clear they had a vision and they crafted that vision with endless amounts of love :’] I DID CRY.

More rambling below

I was CONSISTENTLY delighted by how creative the characters were and incredibly entertained throughout. So fucking fun and engaging and it feels like a 2 hour movie so much happens. How is it only 1.5 hours.

I CRIED !!!!!!!!!! John Silver and Jim’s relationship was so COMPLEX like actually amazing. The father figure dynamic is so sweet and heartwarming and so heartbreaking simultaneously like I was not expecting that AMV montage in the middle like that shit cut me so deep it was outstanding. A montage about Jim’s troubled childhood with a neglectful absent father and then DIRECTLY PARALLELING THAT WITH HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH SILVER. LIKE HES FINALLY OVERCOMING THOSE FEELINGS AND LIVING HIS LIFE. GODDAMN!!! THATS SO POWERFUL!! THATS SO INCREDIBLE!!! THATS JUST IN THE MOVIE!!!!??!

Also the character/creature designs are RELENTLESS in how good they are. And they have so much fun with it. It’s so silly.

They had an old snapping turtle pirate???? hello?? He was introduced and then he died ❤️

The animation is also MIND BLOWINF like OH MY GOD!??? the seamless integration of 2D and 3D interacting is so impressive especially for 2001 like this was a technological feat for sure . Only rarely does the CG look dated (those whales at the start <\3 poor guys) BUT JOHN SILVER’S CYBORG ARM WAS FUCKING AMAZING LIKE I COUKD STARE AT THAT THING FOR HOURS .

Can’t find a gif of it but during his introduction there was a ROTATING SHOT of him cooking (❤️) while using his arm and his arm has so many tools inside it like a cyborg Swiss Army knife it’s the coolest fucking thing ever. Just Amazing

Also the fact they introduced an entirely new character 53 minutes in when the main cast has already been established was such a risk, but it so paid off. I love B.E.N. The fact he’s fully 3D animated and he’s THAT expressive. WHILE BEING A ROBOT? adorable. He’s Adorable. He’s so mentally ill and strange.

What is wrong with him. He is. dare I say. spamtonlike. pathetic and unhinged. Houses forbidden knowledge. What a Pitiful creature 🧡his glowing CRT eyes are really cute. There was a moment when the lights went out it was only his eyes and I Liked That

I love weird little robot guys in early-late 2000s movies. I need to watch Bluesky robots. I need my fix.

Morph could’ve been a really obnoxious comedic relief animal sidekick but they somehow managed to make him really cute and likable. (Also They only used him for plot points A LITTLE. Turning into anything couldve been overpowered as fuck. But alas… he is a mindless animal...) We love Morph. His relationship with silver is so fucking cute.

Kind of a Delbert centrist honestly. I liked him but also kinda dislike him. Bro kinda gives self centered misogynist scientist vibes. But he’s also silly and self conscious though guyssss.!! I thought I would like him more than I did. BUT He’s animated SO wonderfully though I love the shape of his hands and his weird goat face. Solid 7/10 weird guy. Idk why he came with Jim on the ship though❤️

Captain Amelia was fucking awesome for the first half of the movie. One of the best characters. Yeah. ……………. They fumbled her so hard. MAYBE ITS JUST ME BUT ME AND MY FRIEND WERE NOT A FAN OF HER AND DELBERT AT ALL. Disney was like. We have a competent woman character ! Competent woman has to get injured and then the incompetent man has to take care of her and then they HAVE to fall in love. It’s actually so tragic like they did NOT deserve her.

IN FACT HERE’S MY SCORCHING HOT TAKE: Delbert should’ve been the one to get injured and Amelia nurses him back to health. Delbert might apologize profusely because of his self confidence issues and cuz he internalizes things that go wrong as his fault. Amelia reassures him, realizing that she was too harsh on him earlier. Delbert becomes less intimidated by her because she opens up to him and they grow to trust one another. Amelia stays with him while Jim goes to hide. And whapow !!!! Same relationship is built up without disempowering a female character. It doesn’t even have to be romantic they can just be friends……. 🫶 cuz it comes off as weird because since the start Delbert was like “wtf the captain is a GIRL?? Wait ooh la laaa she’s pretty” and she had 0 interest in him. so like the ONLY way they could pair them together was to get her injured and have him care for her . And she falls in love with him out of nowhere. No. Being cared for does not mean you’ll fall in love with your caretaker. She’s so ace coded to me and my friend. Until SUDDENLY. Am I crazy

Ok so like yeah the forced heterosexual love interest moment. I did not want to see their FOUR (4) hybrid babies at the end. I’m losing my mind. also did Jim become a cop? I swear to fucking god LOL

The movie was SO good that disney didn’t know how to wrap it up without ruining it ❤️ WHICH IS VERY INTERESTING I think they had to compensate for all the risks they took with a safe and weird ending where the police like him now and the police are ok guys. Disney approved

Anyways watch/rewatch the movie right now. Skip the final minute <3

One of my new favorite movies goddamn!

Edit: I would’ve forgiven them if Delbert got pregnant instead

#must watch #treasure planet #txt #movie #film #long post #gif

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stormblessed95 · 1 year

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230328 Jimin Live Stream

Jimin is such a cutie and a precious soul. I'll mostly just focus on the jikook moments/comments though in this post rather than talk about everything/break things down. Not necessarily in order either, just me throwing down the major plot points in a post. Lol

Jimin started a live on his way home titled thank you. He mentioned that he noticed that JK did a live yesterday or technically the same day too since it went past midnight. Lol and that JK spent the live Watching all his videos. “I saw Jungkook-ie watched a lot of my videos yesterday hehe. Ah! a live 1h 40m long” he is so cute I swear. Lol knowing he watched JK Missing him like that 😭🥺

And then JK popped up in the comments and then proceeded to spam the chat the whole rest of the live. Lol it was ADORABLE. Here are good threads of just all his comments

The way JK asked jimin what he was thankful for and Jimins first confusion before remembering that he named his live "thank you." Lol but the way JK said it in very informal language and tone. You'd only ever speak to your hyung that way knowing it's okay and that he was okay with it. It's just consistent with them since always and speaks sooo clearly of how close they are.

The way ARMY threw JK under the bus so fast, sharing about his weverse photo change. It was only there for a minute! Lol

He can't NOT gush about them. It's so cute

Finally going to get to spend more time together after promotions are over 😭😭

No because he really said, when I'm less busy, I'm coming over asap and you will cook for me. Cook ramyeon for me. And JK just immediately gave us that "anything for you" attitude. I MELTED. I TELL YOU

The way he giggles and talks to JK while replying to his comments 😭 my heart!

Trans of the above with JKs comments added in too

It's the way he says it's been ESTABLISHED that im your fan. For me. Yes, we all know that Jungkook is Jimins BIGGEST fan and he has made it very clear. Especially with his little 100 minute live dedicated to said hyung right before this. Lmfao

And the satoori. Because it's them, talking to each other. You know they slip into that all the damn time together. And getting all informal.

And the way Jimin laughs and lightly scolds him for not sleeping when sleepy but instead dancing his choreo and being silly and JK just screams his name (informally) in the chat. Hyungs biggest fan indeed!

And the way that Jimin told us indirectly since it was really just him reassuring JK who was pouting about missing going to any of Jimins prerecorded shows with him that he had been to Jimins rehearsals so it was okay. And I'm just 😭 WE TOLD YALL that they were clearly Still spending some time together, as much as they could. And yet because they are so busy with solo promotions too, it's CLEARLY NOT ENOUGH TIME. They got too used to living in each other's pockets and still want that. Lol I love them.

And the way that Jimin all softly told us that it felt like he could hear JKs voice when reading his comments. IM GOING TO CRY. They love and miss each other SO FREAKING MUCH it's insane. These busy schedules are killer!

And ending with this person's added observations because HONESTLY YES. JK isn't the only one who indicates their closeness and intimacy with how he talks to and about Jimin.

The way K jkkrs were losing their shit yesterday. So many talk spaces titled "no, they are really dating for real" after these lives. Lmfao. Just... they way they talk to and about each other is so wonderful to get to witness every so often. I love them so much it hurts.

#jikook #kookmin #230328 jikook #230328 JM live #jikook on vlive #jikook in 2023 #domestic kookmin #domestic jikook

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Mr & Mrs (Kylian Mbappé x Reader)

**Got my first Kyli request, how exciting! I was very lost with this one but then I kept getting recommended the Villa video with the two players that used to date and...that was my inspiration 🤗😅 Hope you like it! ❤️**

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Masterlist

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“I still don’t know why we’re doing this”.

“Oh my God, babe. Stop complaining!”

“It’s you that hates these things. I don’t get it”.

Kylian wasn’t wrong. You didn’t love the attention that your relationship got. Just because you both played for PSG, it didn’t mean anything. But people loved to make a huge deal out of it. Journalists asked you about each other all the time and it annoyed you. But then the club asked if you would like to do a couples video and you said yes without giving it much thought. Of course he was confused.

“Well, I know they won’t ask anything they know we will be uncomfortable with. And maybe if we give this to people, they’ll stop pestering us”.

“I guess…”.

“Let’s get ready!”

You took your boyfriend’s hands and started to drag him to the filming area, walking backwards and doing a silly dance. He was both amused and worried about all the things you would have stepped into had he not moved you out of the way just in time. It was always good to have a boyfriend with good reflexes.

Once you were both ready to film, you introduced each other and started getting questions asked by the crew.

“Ok guys, let’s start with an easy one. How did you meet?”

“Well, I signed for PSG and everywhere I went, a certain player from the men’s team was there”, you said.

“Yes, and then I told Marco to go away because I was going to ask her out”.

You laughed at his joke, remembering how jealous Kylian was of your friendship with Marco when you got to the team.

“Before anyone creates drama on social media, that was a joke”, you clarified.

“Out of the two of you, who’s the most romantic?”

You looked down, embarrassed while Kylian raised your hand to point at him. “Yeah, whatever”.

“What do you do to be romantic, then?”, asked the crew member.

“What do I not do? I’ve been buying fresh flowers for her every week since we started dating, I love cooking big meals for her, and I make sure to constantly remind her how much I love her…”.

“Yeah, I appreciate it but really, no need to tell me that you love me every time I leave to go to the bathroom”.

The whole crew laughs at that.

“We’ll guess he was the first one to say I love you then”.

Now it was your time to smirk, looking at Mister Romantic.

“It was me, actually”, you said.

“I was going to say it too but you beat me to it for like a second”.

“Is that why you looked so shocked when I did?”, you laughed. “Really? Really? You love me?”

He rolled his eyes and you leaned on his arm, laughing. “You’re so cute”.

Everyone was used to you two acting like lovesick teenagers around the club, so you felt comfortable behaving like this around them. Almost forgetting about the cameras.

“Right, next one. Who is the smartest?”

“Do you need to ask?”

“Yes, she’s smarter than me. I’m reminded of that every day”, said Kylian.

“By her?”

“By my mum”, he said, making you all laugh. “She tells everyone about how many languages she speaks, how good her grades were in school, how she’s getting a university degree while playing football…she’s prouder of her than of me”.

“Oh shush!”, he was making you blush.

“Don’t act like you aren’t proud of her too, Kylian”.

“She knows I am”, he adds, making you blush even more.

You were now hoping for a silly question so you could stop looking like a tomato in front of the millions of people who were surely going to watch the video.

“Who is the boss in the relationship?”

That did it. That made you laugh.

“She’s going to say she is the boss, I just know it”.

“I’m not going to because there is no boss. We are equals”, you said, high-fiving him. “But if there was a boss, it’d be me”.

Kylian shook his head, looking away from you and sighing dramatically.

“We’ll skip this one”.

“Why?”

“It’s who’s the better driver but obviously it doesn’t count”.

“No no no”, said Kylian, making you sigh now. “Let’s do that one too. Who’s the better driver, my love?”

“I still don’t have my license so you are”.

“Should we tell them about your driving lessons?”

If looks could kill…, "I haven’t taken any yet”.

“Right…how about when I tried to teach you? Thank God we went to a place where there was literally not one soul. You could have caused a massacre”.

You hit his arm. He was always bringing that up. “Maybe I had a terrible teacher”.

“I’m a fantastic driver”, he said, proudly.

“Doesn’t mean you have to be a good teacher. You made me nervous and I didn’t know what to do”.

“I feared for my life. I swear…”, you hit him again, making him laugh. “It’s ok, I love driving you around”.

“I want my own license and my own car to avoid being stuck with you and your terrible singing”.

The crew guy moved his cards quickly.

“Yeah, we got who’s the better singer”.

“I can tell you who’s the worst”, you said, looking at your boyfriend.

“I’m a great singer, stop lying”.

“You made my little niece cry when you tried to sing her a lullaby”.

“She needed a diaper change, that’s why she cried”.

“She didn’t”, you laughed. “Guys, imagine having a day off after all the training and playing, and when you try to sleep in…this one is in the shower singing”.

“Is that why you get into the shower with me? To stop me from singing?”, he said, winking at you.

“Shut up”, and there was the blush again. “We’re taking that out of the video”.

The crew members looked at each other and shook their heads.

“I hate you all”, you said, and Kylian hugged you and let you hide your flustered face in his neck.

“Ok ok, let’s change the subject. Who would you say takes the longest to get ready”.

“Kylian”, you said, trying to fix your hair after the hug. “He’s so high maintenance”.

“I actually am”, he shrugged. “But I also help you get ready so you can’t complain”.

“That’s true. I have the worst hair to detangle and get very frustrated when I wash it. So after hearing me throw the brush to the floor a bunch of times, Kylian decided that maybe he could help me and now he detangles my hair for me”.

“I’m very gentle. I’m worried she’ll throw the brush at my head if I hurt her”.

“It hurts”, you complained.

"I know, my love".

You could see the guy who was asking the question trying to separate the cards from the questions he had already asked to find a new one.

"Here. Who talks the most?"

When you looked at Kylian, you saw him pretending to look innocently at the camera. "We all know it's her".

"Because I have more to say. More to share with the world".

"You talk in your sleep".

"To keep you company when you can't sleep. You're welcome".

"Does she say anything funny?", asked the crew guy. And you hoped this wouldn't turn into another dirty joke. One was enough.

"Yeah, she talks about the matches".

"I do what?", he never told you that.

"I joke to her saying she's just saying my name but she gives directions to her teammates. Pass the ball, move to the left, …it's so funny".

"I don't remember dreaming about matches", you said, confused, and he just shrugged.

"Do you remember dreaming about me?"

"No, baby. I thankfully don't have nightmares".

He pushed your shoulder, faking being offended and only achieving more laughs.

"Biggest diva?"

"Ha! Guess!"

"I'm dating a bully", he said, pouting.

"And I'm dating a drama king. On and off the pitch".

"You can cook your own dinner tonight then".

"Noooo!", you said, hugging him tightly. "You're my favourite diva. And chef".

While you still hugged him, now really not giving a second thought to the cameras, you were asked the final question.

"Who is the better footballer?"

And you both pointed at the other at the same time.

"Cute", laughed the crew guy.

"You're better, Kylian. I have no problems admitting it. I mean, everything you've achieved already…".

"What about you? You always talk about my records of the youngest doing this or that but what about your records? You were literally a record signing for PSG".

He knew you sometimes struggled with being confident about your skills, so the fact that he said that on camera, knowing how many people were going to listen to it, meant the world to you.

"I have a good football teacher too. Don't forget that".

Noticing that you were sharing a moment, you were asked to finish the video so everyone could leave you two alone.

"You know how much I love you, right? Even if I don't tell you as often as you tell me".

"I do. But you can give me the kiss you've been wanting to give me for a while to reassure me even more of your love for me".

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappé #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fluff #football imagine #football one shot #football fluff

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