#i enjoyed a lot today but I did not want to see all that đ like good for them but ion wanna see it
Sorry to send you another request, but I just got hit with this sudden brainrot:
Could I get short headcanons of how the dorm leaders would do for the orange peel theory?
I was so into writing this, that I accidentally made it with the overblot gang (aka Jamil and not Kalim) and didnât notice until I was doneđ. I hope thatâs okay, but if you want a Kalim one (or any others) just send in another request! Also these ended up way longer than i intended... But I hope you all enjoy them nontheless!
Orange peel theoryÂ
Characters: Overblot gang
CW: None, just fluff, established relationships, Reader is the prefect
Riddle Rosehearts
You and Riddle were studying together, or rather, he was studying and you pretended to study as you were looking at the oranges on the desk.
Whenever you studied together Riddle places a bowl of fruits on the table for you two to snack on, they were usually always strawberries and many other berries but today an Orange was included.
You remembered a trend from your world where people would ask their partners to peel an orange for them and it would show if they were willing to do small things for them, you smiled as you realised you finally had someone to test said theory out on.
Taking the orange into your hand you looked at it, and then at Riddle thinking for a moment before holding it out to him.
âRiddle, can you peel this for me please?â
The housewarden had been so focused on his studying that he got surprised when you asked him something, once he realised what you had asked he raised an eyebrow quietly wondering to himself why you couldn't do it yourself.
But he was raised to be a gentleman, and he honestly loved doing small things for you so he nodded and carefully peeled the fruit for you, making you smile.
Once you got the peeled fruit back you were amazed by how careful he peeled it, no white skin was seen anywhere anymore, and the pieces were all nicely separated.
Leona Kingscholar
Sitting in his room you stared at the Lion beastman laying on his bed, you knew he wasnât sleeping yet by the way his tail flickered but he certainly was about to.
Ace had dared you to try the orange peel theory on Leona, more specifically try it when he was about to sleep and you agreed for some reason you canât remember. He had given you an orange before you went to Savanaclaw to spend the night in Leonaâs room.
âHeyâŠLeona?â Your voice was quiet as you asked, looking at your tired boyfriend.
â...mhm?â WellâŠat least he acknowledged you calling out to him. â...can you peel this orange for me?â
He lazily opened one eye, looking at you. âCanât you do it yourself Herbivore?â His voice had a teasing tone in it, but he didnât move a muscle.
You visibly deflated, granted you had expected such an outcome but still, it was kinda disappointing.
Leona sighed once he saw you looking disappointed and sat up. âHand over the orange.â You perked up as soon you heard it and handed it over with a smile.
He peeled it and then gave you the orange along with the peels back. âNever ask me for anything again.â He said as he laid back down, but you knew he wasnât serious. âAlso come sleep with me once you eat your damn orange.â
His peeling job wasn't the best, and there was a lot of the white skin left on the orange and the pieces werenât separated, but you were flattered that he still did it. And of course you cuddled up to him once you ate it.
Azul Ashengrotto
Sitting in the Mostro Lounge you were eating from a fruit platter Azul had brought you, a blush on his face as he sat it down in front of you.
Just as you were about to take a strawberry from it, Floyd suddenly put an Orange on it. âHeey Shrimpy, I have heard of this trend that couples do involving an orange and I wanna see you try it on Azul!â
You knew what trend he was talking about and were confused why he wanted you to try it on Azul, but he refused to say the reason at least until you actually did it. Knowing Floyd, you knew he would keep pestering you until you did.
Sighing, you grabbed the orange and made your way to Azulâs office as Floyd cheered you on.
Walking into the office you saw him working on some contracts. âHey, Azul? Floyd gave me an Orange for my fruit platter, but itâs not peeled so could you maybe do it for me?â
Poor Azul did not expect you to suddenly be in his office, he got so scared he choked on his spit for a second, looking at you like you were a ghost.
âAngelfish! You canât just come in here with no warning and scare me like that!â You did not say anything in return instead you held out the orange to him and looked at him expectedly.
âExpecting me to peel you an orange without me getting anything back? How preposterousâ He had a blush on his face as he took the orange out of your hands, peeling it nonetheless. You smiled knowing he didnât need you to give him anything back for peeling it. He handed you the peeled orange back, and you kissed his cheek as a thanks making the poor octopus blush even harder.
His peeling job was immaculate, with how well it was peeled you could think a robot did it, and of course he separated the pieces for you as well.
Jamil Viper
Sitting in the Scarabia lounge you were waiting for Jamil to come back from cooking a meal for Kalim, you wanted to join him and help him but he refused saying you should just wait in the lounge. You were scrolling through Magictok to pass the time a bit fasterÂ
As you sit there scrolling you notice the fruit basket sitting there. You remembered Kalim telling you that you can just grab whatever they are there to be eaten after all.
That's when you come across a video talking about the orange peel theory, you see people explain it and also try it out.
Not only does it make you crave an orange, but it also makes you wanna try the theory on Jamil. But you knew he had much on his plate already, having to make every meal for Kalim, so you decided against it. You were pretty sure that Jamil would do it if you asked him anyways.Â
You put your phone aside and go to grab an orange from the basket, looking for the best one. (They are all of the highest quality since Kalim brought them). Grabbing a nice big one you want to start peeling it.
Thatâs when suddenly it gets snatched out your hand, looking up to see who took your orange, ready to lecture them you see its Jamil. Wordlessly he starts peeling it.
You look at him confused, when did he come in and how did you not notice it? He could have said something at least instead of scaring you by snatching your orange. If he wanted one you would have given him one!
Just as you were about to ask him why he took your orange away and began peeling it himself, he held out a perfectly peeled piece to you, making you even more confused. âWhat? You wanted an orange right?" He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as you smiled at him and took the piece, as he continued peeling the rest of the orange for you and giving you piece by piece. You didnât even have to ask him for it, which made you smile, thinking to yourself that you had in fact won the orange peel theory
Vil SchoenheitÂ
He had invited you to his room for a self care night between the two of you. Skincare haircare and everything, of course all prepared by him. He canât have you use the basic drug store products can he?
You sit in front of him, smiling as he carefully applies a cream to your face, his touch lightly tickling you. He scolds you for moving, but you can hear there is a slight smile in his voice.
As he applies the cream you realise it smells like oranges, which reminds you that you and Epel once talked about how Vil would do regarding the orange peel theory. Maybe now was a good time to try it out?
âViiilâŠ?â You ask in the most innocent voice you can. He doesnât answer, instead he looks at you and raises one of his perfectly plucked eyebrows. âDo you thinkâŠyou could peel me an orange?â
âDarling, it is nearly time for bed. I donât know if an orange now is such a good-â He couldnât finish his sentence as he saw how you gave him your best puppy dog eyes.
With a sigh he got up and said âFine, but only if you promise to brush your teeth right after so we can go to bed, I am not sacrificing my 8 hours of sleep just because you want an Orange.â And with that he left for the Pomefiore kitchen.
Giddily you sat on his bed, texting Epel the result of the orange peel theory, poor Epel was so shocked that his housewarden agreed to peel you an orange so short before his sleep time.
Before you could answer anything back to the first year, Vil came back in the room with orange slices on a platter.
The slices were peeled beautifully, and rearranged symmetrical next to each other. Just as you were about to grab the plate, Vil pulled it out of your range and gave you a sly smirk. He picked a slice up and held it to your mouth, obviously alluding that he would feed them to you which made you flustered.
Idia Shroud
You and him were in his room having a gaming session together. Though you needed a short break so you let Idia play alone for a bit.
Sitting on his bed, you sipped some water just silently watching your boyfriend, thinking about your relationship and smiling at the many small things he does for you.
Well small to everyone else, but you knew how much it scares him to do some things, so those âsmallâ gestures meant the world to you.
As you were thinking about small gestures, you remembered the orange theory and thought why not try it on your boyfriend? It wouldnât prove anything, whether he said yes or no, he proved enough that he would do small things for you, but you wanted to do it for fun.
âHey Idia?â You called out to him, waiting for a sign from him that he had heard you. Still looking at his screen he gave you an affirmative nod and asked âWhatâs up?âÂ
âI kinda feel like an orange.â You said, looking at him expectantly to see what he would say next. You could see him stop his movements both in real life and in game which concerned you. â...Idia..?â Pausing the game he slowly turned around and looked at you, a confused look on his face.
â...likeâŠemotionally?â He asked in the most serious and confused tone you could imagine.Â
You could tell from his face he was sincere when he asked and wasnât messing with you. For a second you could not believe what he had asked you, it felt surreal. But then you couldnât help but laugh out loud. You wanted to say something but your laughter stopped you from doing so, instead you fell backwards on his bed, laughter never dying.
Idia now was even more confused, why were you laughing? That's when he realised what you actually meant, and began blushing furiously, his hair now a shade of pink. He wanted to crawl in a hole and die, butâŠif you really wanted an orange (and promised not to mention it to anyone ever) he would peel you oneâŠ
Malleus Draconia
Malleus had invited you to a meeting of the Gargoyle Research society (as if those meetings arenât just him walking alone through the school). And of yours you agreed.
He was holding your hand as he led you along the school grounds, telling you facts about all the different Gargoyles.
You listened intently, smiling at him and asking him questions every now and then to show him you were interested in what he was telling you, which made him happy and tell you more enthusiastically.
Though at one point you began craving some food, which got you to thinking, how would your boyfriend react to the orange peel theory? You couldnât imagine him denying you an orange, but you also couldnât see him peel one? Maybe it was because of his royal status..
âHey Hornton?â You asked him and he looked into your eyes, his gaze gentle. âYes, my child of man?â âDo you think you could get me and peel me an orange? I am kinda craving oneâŠâ
He looked surprised at first and then began quietly laughing âFufufu..I already knew you were special, yet here you are proving it once again, asking the future king of Briar Valley to prepare you some food.â He closed his eyes and smiled âJust wait here my dear and I will fetch you what you wantâ
You smiled at him and nodded, and he teleported away, only leaving his firefly like lights behind.
Sitting down on a bench you waited for him to come teleport in front of you again. But when he was gone for nearly 10 minutes you slightly began to worryâŠdid Lilia somehow end up cooking something once he learned you wanted some food and Malleus wanted to save you from it? Or was-
Just as you were about to keep thinking about it, Malleus appeared back in front of youâŠWith a massive bowl full of orange slices in it. You gawked at the sheer amount, how was one human supposed to eat all of that? âChild of man, I did not know how many you wanted, so I told Sebek to fetch me every Orange he could find, and then peeled them all by myself.â He was so proud of himself, that you couldnât help but smile but still wondered what to do with that many OrangesâŠmaybe some of the other first years would want them?
2K notes
·
View notes
the surprise
anon requested
paige x fem!reader
warnings: smut (minors dni), lingerie, swearing
~3k words
summary:
you plan a surprise for paige but it gets ruined when she flakes to hang out with her teammates. realizing her mistake, she makes it up to you.
enjoy yall i made this instead of writing my 15 page essay đ”đ”đ”
you were so excited...
you had planned a surprise date with p for the entire day, it was your way of thanking her for the many amazing dates she would take u on and you couldnât wait to spend the entire day with her. it was one of her days off and she had told you yesterday that she was super excited to spend the entire day with you. unfortunately, your plans and day were ruined when she had texted you this afternoon.
p: hey baby ik i said id hang out with u today but ice and kk have been begging me all day to do something with them do u mind if i go see a movie with them and then get food? i promise i'm all yours tonight ;)
fuck. your stomach dropped and suddenly all your excitement for your plans faded away. you didnât know what to say to her, you really wanted to spend this time with her and you had made a big effort planning this surprise for her but you didnât want her to feel like she couldnât spend time with her friends.
but you were also kind of⊠mad? it hurt you that even though she spends all her time with her teammates and sees them at practice almost everyday she would rather spend her free time with them than with you. it may have been a toxic mindset but it still bothered you. you decided to go with a passive aggressive response.
you: sure, see u later.
you sighed as you collected yourself, putting away the groceries you bought to make her dinner. and filling up a vase with water for the roses whose pedals you had planned to sprinkle in the bath after dinner. you hang your newly purchased lingerie set in the closet, feeling silly for going out of your way to do all this just to be let down. you changed into pajamas and threw a frozen meal in the microwave, preparing yourself for a day full of sulking and watching reality tv.
you saw that paige had responded to your message, but you turned your phone off, not wanting to respond to her. you sat in front of the tv and put on some shitty show while you pulled out your laptop to do some homework (aka what the writer of this fic should be doing right now instead of writing this đ). at some point you drift off to sleep.
knock.
u woke with a start, not even realizing you had fallen asleep or how much time had gone by, getting up to answer your door.
it was your girlfriend with a look of worry and annoyance, soaking wet and panting at your doorstep.
âwhy havenât you been responding? i called u three times and texted you a bunch???â she questioned you, the worry had mostly faded into annoyance as she realized you were perfectly fine.
âoh, sorry i havenât been on my phone, i guess i fell asleepâ you answered to your very unsatisfied looking girlfriend.
âyou canât just send me some passive aggressive text and then ignore me for two hours. thatâs unfair babe, youâd be so upset if i did that to uâ she said, exasperated. she was clearly upset with you, but you didnât care to be honest because you were also upset. you decided then you should tell her how you feel.
âitâs not fair that on your day off you decide to spend time with the teammates you see everyday instead of your girlfriend who you can barely make time to see as is. i understand theyâre your best friends and spending time with them is important to you but i was so excited to spend the day with you i even planned a surprise for you and i was just feeling really neglected,â you watch as her expression softens. she walks in, and gives you a hug and kisses your head. you hate to admit it but her display of affection and attention made you feel a lot better.
âyouâre absolutely right, baby. i was a dick for that. i had a feeling you were hurt by the way you responded. i just got really worried when you were ignoring me and shit i literally left in the middle of the movie and ran here in the rainâ she admits to you, still holding you and running her hand up and down your back. âi didnât know you had something planned for us. iâm so sorry you mustâve been so disappointed and upset i know thatâs how i wouldâve felt so iâm so sorry i made you feel that wayâ
you move to look up into her eyes, sincerity plastered on her face, and your annoyance and anger towards her began to fade away. âitâs okay, you didnât know that i had planned something for us and i was just being petty. i shouldâve told u that i was bothered so itâs my fault for not being honest with you. i was just hurt,â knowing that all it took for you to feel better was admitting how you felt and her apologizing made you feel silly for ignoring her earlier in the day. this couldâve all been avoided if you had just told her how you felt.
âits okay baby i understand. if i'm not too late, id like to make it up to you. what was it that you had planned?â she smiled at you, still holding you in her arms.
âwell, i was going to cook you dinner, and then i bought all these roses so we could take a romantic bath together and then, well, i had another surprise for laterâ you start to blush, remembering the set hanging in your closet that you bought with her in mind. you hide your shy smile by burying your face into her chest.
âoh yeah? whatâs that, do i still get that surprise too?â she grinned mischievously, clearly understanding the nature of your last surprise,
âi havenât decided yet, letâs first see if you can make it up to me,â you joke with her, knowing in the back of your head that the night would end with the set on your body and paige inside you.
âfair enough,â she laughed, also seeming to know the future. âcan i help you cook at least? whatâs on the menu?â finally breaking the embrace she makes her way to the fridge to look at what you had bought to make dinner.
âi was just gonna make spaghetti and meatballs, you can start the noodles if you want and i can start with the other stuff.â you walk towards her, planting a kiss on her lips, âthank you for coming, P. i love you.â
she smiles and kisses you again, cupping your cheeks in her hands and looking at you endearingly âof course, my sweet girl, iâm excited to spend tonight with you. especially for whatever you have planned at the end of itâ she winks and playfully slaps your ass, heading for the cabinet where the pots are to start the water. you bite your lips and blush, knowing whatâs in store.
dinner preparation goes smoothly for the most part. other than the two times you stopped for a make out sesh, and paigeâs incessant comments about how hot you looked while cooking her dinner. she really knew exactly how to rile you up and it was so infuriating and sexy at the same time.
you are so worked up by paigeâs advances and endless flirting that you can barely think at all once you set the table and finally sit down to eat. she knows the effect sheâs having on you and that only fuels her more. âyouâre so fucking cute when youâre worked up, just wanna make u like this all the timeâ
âyou are beyond annoying paige, seriously, do u enjoy making me suffer?â
âyes,â she deadpans, staring at you with a look that practically undresses you on its own. you cross your legs, feeling the heat in between your legs increasing. if paige notices she doesnât say anything, and you enjoy the rest of your meal together without anymore teasing.
when dinner is over she insists on cleaning up the mess and even though you try to object she shoos you away. you head into your room with the roses to draw the bath. your stomach stirs knowing you and her will be in it together soon. you add the bath salts, leaving it smelling amazing in the bathroom, and slowly and carefully drop the pedals into the water, desire seeming to rise with each pedal you drop. you finally light a few candles you had brought in the bathroom and turn off the lights.
as if on cue, paige enters the bathroom. looking around the room and then at you. âthis is adorable baby. i love it. thank you so much for doing this for me.â she walks over to u and plants a kiss on your lips, her hands meeting either side of your waist as she looks in your eyes. your heart melts.
you break away from her and begin to undress, and her eyes never move from you as you take each piece of clothing off. her piercing stare making the color of your cheeks pink. once fully undressed you make your way into the bath, the hot water shocking your skin and not helping your growing desire for the blonde girl whose gaze was still fixed on you. you look at her, wanting her to join you so you can finally touch her. she understands and undresses as well smirking at you as you stare shyly at her beautiful body.
âlike what you see?â she teases you as she pulls her final layers off, her naked body on full display in front of you.
âiâd like it a lot better if you were in here with me, hurry upâ you say impatiently, wanting to touch her so badly. she finally joins you, scooting to the back and leaning on the bath walls, opening her legs so you can lay in between them. you allow her body to engulf yours as you lay the back of your head on her chest, savoring every inch of her skin thatâs in contact with yours.
âyouâre so pretty baby, canât believe youâre all mineâ she moves your hair away from your neck and places soft kisses along it, trailing down to your shoulder. soft whimpers leave your mouth as your body reacts to her touch, each kiss intensifying the desire that's been brewing all night. "have i made it up to you yet baby?" she whispers in your ear.
your brain goes fuzzy, barely able to think with her sinful lips and voice in your ear, "i'm not sure, i think there might be something else you could do to make it up to me" you try to tease her, but your voice betrays you as it comes out breathless and in between moans.
she laughs, and then whispers again in a low and seductive voice "oh yeah? whats that baby? tell me" she ghosts her finger around your nipple with one hand, and traces circles around the sensitive parts of your stomach, all while continuing to kiss your neck. you are fully gone at this point, shamelessly whining while she works you into total submission.
"cant. not right now. the last surprise. still need to show you." you are so worked up and words are not coming easy at all. you desperately want to get out of the bath and into your set so she can fuck you senseless in bed.
âokay baby, we can get out now. wanna go get that surprise ready?â she puts her hands on your shoulder and stops kissing your neck, you let out a whine at the absence of her touch, but find yourself slowly coming back to reality.
âyes, you wait in here and drain the water and iâll let you know when you can come inâ you say, making your way out of the bath and wrapping a towel around your figure. she nods and pulls the drain while getting out of the bath.
once in your room with the bathroom door shut, you make your way over to your closet and pull out the set you bought. itâs a light purple babydoll slip dress and a matching thong, thereâs a bow in the bra part that can be untied to uncover your tits. you bite your lip as you feel your pussy get wet just thinking about her reaction. slowly, you put it on, making sure everything is in order and the bow is pretty for her, even though you know it wonât be tied for long.
âokay. you can come out now, iâm readyâ you stand awkwardly, impatiently awaiting her presence and reaction to you. she opens the door and her mouth drops as soon as her eyes meet you. she stands there for a while, unable to say or do anything in awe of you.
âyouâre amazingâ she says, eyes running you up and down as she takes you in. she is star struck.
âcome here and touch me please. make up for todayâ you whine, feeling so small under her gaze and so needy for her touch. she walks over to you, fingers touching all over you as she gazes at you perplexed.
âso fucking beautiful, all for meâ she whispers, one hand cupping your cheek and another snaking its way down your back to grab your ass. her hand moves to the bow covering your chest, and slowly, she pulls the cloth until it unravels and your tits are on full display for her. she shamelessly stares at them, fondling one in her hand and running her thumb around your nipple, eliciting the most obscene noises from you as she does so. "your tits are a masterpiece, cant believe theyre all mine," she admits. both of her hands grip your thighs as she hoists you into her arms and lays you down on the bed, fully on top of you. "want me to fuck you in this baby? is that what you want?" she asks you, hands running up and down your thighs.
"yes. paige. oh my god please." you beg, laying all your desires out in front of her as you let her take full control. she kisses you passionately, hands traveling the expanse of your body and touching you in all of your most sensitive spots.
"so worked up for me huh? tell me how i can make it up to you baby, i'll do whatever you say", she says in a low voice in between kisses, hands traveling dangerously close to the place you need them most as she plays with the band of your panties.
"please fuck me paige, i need you in me right now" you beg, barely holding it together. her hands grab your underwear and she pulls them off of you, leaving your wet and throbbing pussy on full display. her fingers slide in between your folds, rubbing your clit and feeling your wetness.
"youre soaking baby, all because of me yeah? im gonna fuck you so good my sweet girl, make you forget all about what happened" you can barely hear her lude remarks as she rubs your clit. you fear you wont last long with how good her fingers are making you feel.
she slips two fingers in you, your wetness allowing them entrance with ease, she curls her fingers in you as your walls clench around them, touching your sensitive spot as she does so. your hips rut in reaction and moan her name loudly as she rakes in and out of you, "thats my good girl, so fucking loud for me," her pace quickens as she feels you tightening up against her. she knows youre close and is making no effort to prolong your orgasm, wanting to make you feel as good as possible. she moves her thumb to rub up and down against your clit, increasing the sensation as your body reacts to both points of contact.
you were so close, your body in her full control and needing release. "paige. please, faster. im gonna come" you plead. she moves right next to you and sucks on your neck while speeding up her pace inside of you,
"anything for you baby, you can come for me, i love you so much." she whispers, pace quickening as her fingers travel deeper inside of you .
her voice in your ear telling you to come is all you need to send you over the edge. you moan her name as you orgasm and she continues whispering, "so so good, all mine, love how you feel when you come. you look so beautiful right now baby" she slows her pace as you ride out your orgasm, kissing your neck as she continues talking you through it.
as you feel the waves of pleasure subside and you start to come back to your senses, you kiss her for a long time, whimpering in her mouth at the same time. she slowly pulls her fingers out of you, pushing them in your mouth as you lick up your mess. she lays down next to you, holding you in her arms.
"yeah. you definitely made it up to me" you say looking at her and pecking her lips.
"oh, there's more where that came from. i'm all yours tonight baby." she smiles, hand cupping your cheek as she kisses you lovingly.
it was going to be a long night.
737 notes
·
View notes
my english love affair
cw: MDNI+18, f!reader, strangers to lovers, soulmates au, fluff, smut, maybe slight angst? depends on how you see it lol, fingering (f), penetration, soft dirty talk, a lot (like a lot) of kissing and sharing long gazes, whipped lando again bc im obsessed sorry.
now playing: english love affair by 5sos, let me by zayn.
notes: omg this took so long đ i'm not really confident abt my smut, i feel like i'm writing fluff way better but i hope you like it!! i might write a part 2, let me know if you like this one! enjoyđ€
requested by anon | requests open!
______________________________________________
âwhen the lights go out, she's all i ever think, i can't forget my english love affair, today i'm seven thousand miles awayâ
the thought of finally going back to his f1 driver life fills lando with excitement. sure, lando loves england â it's his home, after all. but nothing can compare to the rush he feels when he's in an f1 car, traveling all around the world and meeting his fans.
for his last night town, lando's friends convinced him to hit the club. normally, he prefers staying in to rest before the start of the season but a little fun doesn't hurts, right? he won't have much time to do it during the grand prix.
despite his fame, lando still gets surprised when someone recognizes him, especially at the club. he knows he's known for his looks, and he's aware of the attention from admirers, but it still catches him off guard in real life. sometimes, the attention can be overwhelming, especially when he just wants to have a good time with his friends and ends up with some overly clingy girls.
lando decides to excuse himself, seeking some fresh air. the pressure of the coming season is getting to him, and the situation doesn't help. he finds a quiet spot with a few people smoking and making out, leans against the wall, and closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a relieved sigh.
suddenly, a voice startles him from his thoughts, "did your friends force you to come here too?" his head jerks towards you, and you're standing beside him, out of nowhere. he takes time to answer, surprised by your unexpected presence. after realizing that he left you without any response, he clears his throat, a bit confused, "nah, just needed some fresh air" he mumbles, a small smile forming on his lips. you chuckle slightly, and comment "not surprised, having so many girls fawning over you must be exhausting", there's a small hint of tease in your voice that makes lando's smile grows.
finally, as he turns to study your features under the soft glow of the night lights, lando finds himself entranced by your captivating beauty, the grace of your features leaving an indelible impression on him. he can't help but get lost in your eyes shining in the dim illumination, making it difficult for him to look away. it takes him a good minute to quickly look away, thanking the night for hiding his rosé cheeks.
he gazes at the sky, trying to think of something to say that doesn't sound awkward â and also trying to get his shit together. he suddenly feels the need to make a good impression. "i mean, it's not that i don't appreciate the attention, but wow, they can be quite persistent."
his hands find their way into the pockets of his jacket, and his eyes avoid meeting yours, fearing he might get lost in them again. "yeah, i know. they're my friends," you say with a small chuckle, not because he's making fun of them, but more because of the use of the term 'friends.'
lando's eyes widen, and he turns to you, 'i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-' but he stops himself, looking down, feeling too embarrassed to find the right words. you laugh softly and move closer to him, your shoulders brushing and lando can feel his body tense up due to the closeness.
"hey, it's okay. i don't really consider them my friends, anyway," you say nonchalantly and lando lets out a sigh of relief, a smile slowly spreading on his face. "wow, that's nice for them", you both laugh and lando doesn't miss the way you subtly lean into him, your shoulders finally touching. he turns his head away from you, clearing his throat once more, trying to control the warmth spreading through his body.
"hey", you suddenly call out after a minute of tranquil silence and lando dares to meet your gaze, instantly regretting when he's captivated by your radiant eyes. he finds himself unable to look away and you both share an intense, unspoken connection, as if you've known each other for years. everything feels perfectly right at this moment.
"wanna get out of here?" you finally suggest, your words barely more than a whisper, your focus entirely on lando's mesmerizing eyes. you take his hand, both fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces and you let him drag you in the dark streets.
after a walk filled with stolen gaze and silly conversations, you found yourself on lando's couch, engrossed in his f1 souvenirs and you have never felt so much passion, feeling your heart soften every time your see that sparkles in his eyes. lando never thought that his night will end up like this. sure, he might ended up with a girl from the club like he usually do, but this time was different. he never really experienced this; having sweet and innocent conversations with a stranger from a club. the atmosphere is tranquil yet there's a subtle tension in the air.
lando couldn't help but be his flirty self, playfully teasing you from time to time. however, your responses makes him somewhat nervous â it's a new sensation to him, having a girl making him feel this way. perhaps it's the way you gazes at him with patience and attention, your lovely smile that you share generously with him or how closely you listen to his random f1 stories. lando and you end up scrolling through photos in his phone, with him recounting the stories behind each one. he couldn't help but feel his heart melt your reactions; your smiles, your laughs, and your curiosity as you ask for more details and share your own anecdotes.
a soothing silence descended, and the two of you sit beside each other, thighs and shoulders lightly touching. lando struggles to contain the fluttering feeling in his stomach when you turn to look at him. he dares to meet your gaze, trying to focus on your eyes rather than your enticing lips. lost in each other eyes, you can't tear your gazes away. a brand new emotion envelops both of you, one that's strangely familiar yet undeniably unique, as though destiny has brought you together in this very moment and lando can't help but wonder if soulmates might actually exist.
you finally speak, after what feels like an eternity, in a soft voice, "you can kiss me, lando", you whisper like it's a secret. lando stomach tighten and he don't even take the time to answer, gently placing his hand on your cheek to pull you for a shy kiss. your lips discover each other, timidly and your hands instinctively slides around his neck to pull him closer.
you can't seem to get enough of each other, savoring every moment as you explore each other's mouths. lando's hand venture on your hips, and the chill of his touch sends shivers down your spine, as you suppress a soft moan in your throat. the kiss grows more intense, both of you yearning for more. without the need for words, you share an unspoken understanding of each other's needs, as if you've been intimately connected for ages. out of breath, you both finally pull away, foreheads touching, sharing a playful gaze, giggling and blushing like teenagers experiencing their very first kiss.
after one last sweet peck on the lips, lando takes your hand and stands, guiding you towards the bedroom, careful not to stumble due to both your impatience and the lingering dizziness of that passionate kiss.
not wasting time, he gently guides you onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you. he can't resist the urge to pause and admire you, your eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the dim lights. before he gets lost in that gaze, his eyes roam to study every detail of your face, causing you to blush and squirm beneath him. your arms tighten around his neck, and you chuckle, bringing lando back to the present. "like what you see?" you whisper, stealing a smile from him as he draws closer, his lips teasingly brushing against yours. "oh, absolutely," he murmurs before capturing your lips in a kiss. this time, it feels different; electrifying.
lando's hands slips, beneath your dress, and this time a whimper escapes your lips, making lando smirk through the kiss. his hands dares to explore the skin of your thighs, creating an unusual feeling in your stomach â and making your pussy slightly throb. your fingers finds their way into his curls, gripping onto them as the kiss becomes messier; your tongues dancing together.
"just take it off already" you huff and puff, seeing lando struggling and he lets out a chuckle "damn, someone is impatient", he says, teasing you, before finally taking your dress off. his eyes travel your body, and you've never felt so vulnerable, your cheeks burning. lando let out an unwanted groan, completely loving the view and he stares a bit too long until you pull him for another kiss to put him out of his thoughts. he takes a moment to kiss you back and it's your turn to slide your hands beneath his shirt, playing with the lines of his abdomen, making him moan softly against your lips.
after a good minute of kissing and touching, you finally take off his shirt and his pants, on the way, leaving you both in your underwear. lando leaves kisses along your jawline, going down to your chest, his hand sliding in your back to unbutton your bra and the way your boobs bounce out of it makes lando groan, feeling his erection grows. your grip on his hair gets tighter as you watch him play with your nipples, flicking it and licking it and the view drives you crazy.
you moan his name softly, pulling on his hair to make him look at you and you share a long stare, full of lust, both craving for more. you pull him for a sloppy kiss, trying to show how impatient you are and lando gets the message, pulling down your panties and getting rid of his boxers.
lando's mouth leaves yours and is replaced by his fingers, stealing a whimper from you. your eyes meets his as you suck on his fingers and, if they could, his eyes would burn holes into yours. lando found himself getting more and more impatient, the way you suck on his fingers with that irresistible look making it harder for him to contain it.
pulling out his fingers out of your mouth and without leaving your eyes for a second, his two fingers found your hole, slipping gently in it and you throw instinctively your head backwards, a moan escaping your mouth. lando take a good look at you in that position before taking the opportunity to leave kisses on your exposed neck, fighting the urge to suck on it to not leave marks, not wanting to overstep your boundaries.
"feeling okay?" he whispers softly, his breath hitting your skin, making it difficult for you to fight the whimpers escaping your mouth. lando takes a minute to look at you, to make sure that you don't feel any pain or discomfort.
"mmh'yes, you can move, please oh my god" you desperately says and lando can't help but pull you for another messy kiss. his fingers start moving in you, stretching your walls and you become a moaning mess, your eyes closing and lando takes advantage of it to admire you, his moves getting faster and faster.
"are you close, princess?" he murmurs close to your lips, feeling your body trembling and hearing the way your moans gets louder. you can only shake your head; feeling the bottom of your stomach getting warmer and the nickame almost make you choke on your moans. lando slows down to make scissors movements, his thumb rubbing your clit to help you reach your climax. he can't take off his eyes of you, inspecting every aspect of your face; the way your face crunches and your mouth is slightly open to let multiple sounds out of it. he could almost come just by this sight, his own crotch getting bigger.
with a loud and long moan, you finally climax, arching your back and lando plant soft pecks on your neck, whispering sweet words to you and telling you how good you're doing. breathless, you absently stroke his hair and close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the beat of your heart but lando makes it hard; his hands traveling your body and his lips attached to the skin of your neck.
the sudden emptiness when lando pulls out his fingers make you whimper and he lift his head to meet your gaze â he lost count of how many times he got lost in your eyes tonight. your hand make its way to his cock and the sudden touch makes lando slightly startle, a groan leaving his mouth. before you start stroking it, his hand comes to stop you immediately and you look at him, confused and with a hint of worry; silently asking him if you did something wrong.
"wanna fuck you now or i might go crazy", he says, almost whimpering and you slightly laugh, pulling his face closer to yours. "someone is impatient huh", you tease, a small smirk forming on your lips and he can't help but mirror that smirk. "how can i not when you look at me like that?" he takes your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you again, his body getting closer and his cock brushing on your pussy makes you both moan through the kiss. you take his dick, once again, in your hand to guide it through your hole this time. and slowly, he penetrates you, a long groan escaping his lips at how tight you feel around him and you break the kiss to moan loudly.
"so fucking tight, baby, just for me", he mumbles close to your lips and you can't even answer, too overwhelmed by the way he's filling you â and his dirty words. when you finally adjust, he doesn't waste any minutes and start moving. you both moan in unison, holding into each other like your life depends on it. he watches you go crazy over his cock; the way your eyes gets watery, the way you hold into the sheets â your other hand too busy pulling his hair â, the way you can't control the continuous moans, his name slipping out of your mouth from time to time and encouraging him to go deeper into you. and he does go deeper, slowing down the pace to thrust into you as deep as he can, reaching your sensitive spot.
"right here? like that, baby?" he moans, feeling you tightening around him. his voice makes it harder for you to hold your growing orgasm. your hand leaves the sheets to hold onto his shoulder, your nails crawling into his skin. lando suddenly feels the urge to look at you in the eyes â maybe because his orgasm is getting close too. his hand finds a way to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it gently "look at me, angel", he says in a husky voice that could make you come at any moment. struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to hold his gaze, the way he's looking at you making you insane.
his thrusts gets faster and you can't control the sounds escaping from your mouth anymore. you look away for a moment, too overwhelmed and lando's hand travels to your face, cupping it gently to keep it straight "eyes on me, love". you obey, meeting his gaze and it's all too much for you.
you don't even have to use words for lando to understand that you're getting close, the way your eyes gets watery and your body shakes is enough. with his hand going back to your throat, lando accompany you into your orgasm, enjoying the way you scream his name and you manage to hold his gaze. his own orgasm comes a few minutes after yours and he makes sure to pull out before ejaculating, his groans echoing in the room. he immediately falls besides you and you both just stay like this: his leg over yours, your hand still in his hair as you try to catch your breath. lando uses his last drops of strength to grab a tissue from the nightstand and clean his fresh cum on your stomach.
he pulls you close again, linking your legs together and letting you play with his hair. the silence is so peaceful; the warm of your bodies making you both relax immediately. a smile unconsciously forms on lando's lips at the sight of your tired face, your eyes shining in the almost dark atmosphere of the night. you look back at him, smiling back and giggling, making lando raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"what's so funny?" he says, fighting the smile growing on his lips. "i just slept with the lando norris", you tease and lando groans, hiding his face in his arm. "i knew you were a fan!" he replies playfully, playing along. you laugh in sync and lando's heart feels at peace; all the worries about the incoming season completely forgotten. your hand gently plays with his curls as you absently stare at the ceiling, an unbeatable smile on your face.
lando, on the other side, can't take his eyes off you, watching you slowly fall asleep and enjoying your fingers in his hair. and just before you completely close your eyes, you turn to him, offering him a last kiss; so tender and passionate that your hearts both might burst out of your chests. pulling out, lando watches you fall asleep, not fighting the smile on his face anymore.
he usually struggles to sleep before an important day but this time, his mind is only filled with you and this night spent by your side. and just like that, it's lando's turn to meet the sandman.
-
with a groan, lando struggles to reach and silence the blaring alarm. the morning sunlight aggressively shines through the curtain, making him shield his face with his arm, staying in half asleep state for a minute as he gradually gets out of it.
then it suddenly hits him; you're no longer beside him.
lando suddenly starts to panic, jolting him into full wakefulness. he springs out of the bed and desperately search for any signs of you in every room of his apartment but you're nowhere to be found. he mutters curses under his breath, passing a hand to his messy hair â the thought of you messing his hair last night making him even more frustrated. defeated, he returns to the bedroom, his gaze falling on the tousled sheets where everything happened. as lando realizes that he didn't even ask for your name, frustration festered within him, causing him to clench his hair.
however, amidst his self reproach, a small piece of paper on the nightstand catch his attention, and he immediately rushes to it.
"we will meet again, i promise. you're going to kill it, lovely boy. y/n, x"
lando can't even fight the smile creeping on his lips, his heart softening â it was beating way too fast just by the thought of not even knowing your name. he sinks back onto the bed, your smell immediately hitting him and making him even happier. he reads those few words repeatedly and his hands falls onto his chest, holding the paper close to his heart as he whispers your name again and again, savoring its melodious sound. lando can't help but tell himself that soulmates might exist.
"i am going to kill it,", lando murmured to himself, a foolish grin etching on his face.
______________________________________________
part 2?:p join the tag list here!
masterlist
1K notes
·
View notes
fic reqqq
can you pretty pretty please write a fluffy kind of sleep aid fic w chris where yall cuddle in bed tgth and u start snoozing and he tucks u in and everything𫶠np if not your writing is actually so bomb like everytime i see a new post from u i start foaming @ the mouth like a rabid dog and gnawing on my enclosure đ
sleepy // bf!chris
soft chris
summary: you spend the day filming with your boyfriend and his brothers and can't wait to go home and snuggle in bed with him.
The entirety of my day has been spent following my boyfriend, Chris, and his brothers around while they film.Â
We started our day by getting lunch at a local diner, did some shopping afterwards at a flea market, then finished the night off with a few rounds at Top Golf.
âGood job, babe!â I cheer my boyfriend on as he makes a perfect swing.
He turns around grinning before handing his club to his brother, Matt. âThat was pretty good, right?!â He sits down next to me and tosses his arm around my shoulder. I tilt my head to the left so it lays perfectly on him, and he pulls me closer, kissing the top of my head. When his other brother, Nick, leaves the table to film Mattâs turn, Chris leans into me, whispering, âI really appreciate you coming out with us today.â
My exhaustion is evident. I thoroughly enjoy spending time with them on days where they are filming, and while Iâm usually hidden somewhere off-camera to maintain privacy, itâs still fun to watch my boyfriend do something he loves, and interesting to see him at work. I have to say, walking around all day so they can get content in, and now sitting down watching them golf only reminds me of how tired I am.Â
âSleepy, baby?â he asks, nudging me lightly when he sees my eyes falling shut.Â
âMhm,â I hum into his shoulder.Â
âIâm sorry. I know itâs been a long day.â
He uses his left hand to carefully push my hair out of my face, using his other hand to pull me closer to him, falling asleep right at the table.Â
âAlright Chris,â Nick calls out. âItâs your turn, come on.â
I can feel Chrisâ head turn a few times, looking between me and his brothers. âCan you go for me? I donât really want to get up.â
I struggle to push myself up because of how tired I am, but I manage. âNo, go play. Weâre almost done anyway. I just need to stick it out until we get home and Iâll sleep well tonight.âÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
I nod, not wanting to kill the mood for them.Â
He delicately kisses my forehead before tossing his arms around his brothers, his energy back to 100% when the camera is on him.
One thing about Chris is, no matter how private he wants our relationship to be, he will always find a way to show some sort of PDA when weâre around people. Whether itâs holding my hand, putting an arm around me, having me wear his clothes. He may not fully makeout with me in a public setting, but heâll still kiss my forehead and hold me in his arms so everyone can see how much he loves me without losing an element of our intimacy.Â
The boys finish up their game, and when we head back to Mattâs car, he suggests we go to get a late breakfast tonight. I of course am mid-yawn when this comes up.
âWhy donât we head home?â Chris counters. âWe already have a lot of footage from today, and if we need more we still have tomorrow.â
Matt groans, but when Nick sees me half-asleep in the backseat next to him, he sides with Chris. âHeâs right. Let me work through this footage tonight and see if we need to go back out tomorrow before we end up with an hour long vlog that will take me an extra day to edit.â
I end up passing out asleep on the drive back despite it only being 15 minutes. Iâm lightly shaken awake and greeted by my boyfriendâs hushed whisper.Â
âBaby, letâs get you inside okay? Weâre home and you can sleep in bed.â He unbuckles my seatbelt and carefully leads me out of the car and inside the house, guiding me downstairs with his arm around me. âGo change into your pajamas.â
I pull out a Fresh Love set from his closet and toss my clothes from today into the hamper while Chris is in the bathroom. He comes out with makeup wipes and pulls one from the package.Â
âI can do that,â I say quietly.Â
âNo, I want to.â He flattens out the makeup wipe and gently rubs my face with it, checking it every few seconds to make sure the product is coming off on it. âYouâve had a long day and itâs partly my fault. Let me do this and then you can brush your teeth and wash your face.â
Another minute passes before Chris discards the now used makeup wipe into the trash. I then head into the bathroom and wash off any remaining makeup and brush my teeth, climbing into bed once Iâm done.Â
Chris follows me through all those steps, laying in bed next to me and smirking at my choice of pajamas. âI love when you wear these.â I have no energy left in me to speak. I simply nod and hope he can read my mind. His fingers trace my face as I doze off, slowly going in and out of my slumber. His arms wrap around me and pull me into him, and my face nuzzles into his chest. He uses one hand to push the covers into our bodies, tucking us in and keeping us warm while the ceiling fan balances the temperature out.Â
He places one more kiss on my head as he rubs his hands over my back.
âI love you so much,â he whispers into my hair.Â
I mumble a muffled, âI love you,â back to him before falling asleep for the night, the last thing I remember being him holding me tight and feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.Â
1K notes
·
View notes
The Love Lab presents:
Wash Day đ«§đż
pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader
summary: Miguel offers to wash your hair because wash days can be a lot, mischief ensues.
content warning: 18+ MDNI, lots of fluff and banter, talks of marriage/proposal, lovey dovey!miguel, head scratching + massaging, p in v sex (wrap it up đ«”đŸ, healthcare is expensive and so are babies), just the tip at one point, cussing, subby + service-like miguel (he does start to enter a daze that is similar to a sub drop, but it's not really that and the reader checks up on him immediately), needy!miguel, creative use of miguel's talons, kissing, hickys, a little hair pulling, manhandling, cunnilingus, fellatio, squirting, slight edging, praise kink, breeding kink towards the end, mentions of cum, overstimulation, a little aftercare, reader is a bit of a tease, miguel is a bit of a brat, more references to cats than I thought, no use of y/n
credit for the art/dividers: Me! (+ illustrator and canva)
a/n: This is my first fic that I am posting on here! đ€ This one has been in the works for a while, but I am happy with the result. This story is written with a black reader in mind, but it's very inclusive minus the hair situation, so anyone can enjoy the story. There is one unrealistic part that NONE of my natural brethren would ever allow, I beg you to just go with it. đ I also used a little Spanish in here, to my Spanish-speakers, if anything is wrong, just let me know and I 'll change it right away!
I also imagined the shower to be one of those fancy walk-ins like this or this but big enough for two, because in my mind, Miguel is stacked in the money department as well.
word count: 6.9k (I got carried away)
To all my sub Mig lovers and fiends! Love ya! đ©”đȘź
It was finally time for the day youâve been putting off for about a week now, the taxing Wash Day.
Normally, you would drag this day out because you knew that once you started, you had to keep going until your hair was done and either ready for the bonnet or the hood dryer. Although today, you were lucky because you had a braid appointment the following morning, so that meant just a simple wash and a blow-dry. You were even luckier because your boyfriend, Miguel, was more than happy to wash your hair for you.
âI know how tired you get afterwards and I just want to help make the process easier,â is what you remember him telling you last night in your sleepy, whiny state.
Now, here you are the next day watching his eyebrows furrow in confusion, lips pouted in a crooked M as you guide him to the old faithful: the kitchen sink.
âWhy are you giving me that face? You said you were gonna help,â you chuckle at his expression, watching as his eyes turn to your hair supplies littered across the counter.
âNo, no! I still want to help. Itâs just that,â he picks up your wide-tooth comb, running his fingers over the teeth, âI thought we were going to be in the shower.â
You look at him, a little dumbfounded at the statement. You didnât mind washing your hair in the shower, you did it all the time, but what was the point of getting you both wet?
âI just thought it would be easier for you this way,â you reply, pulling the faucet from the sink and waving it around in an attempt to hype up the situation. âIâll bend my head in the sink, and youâll wash it that way. Or! You can hike me up on the counter and I can lay down with my head over the sink. That oneâs a little less comfortable for me, but it gives you more than enough room to maneuver.â
âHm,â he grunts, eyes going from you to the counter, then right back to you. âThatâs fine and all, but what if my back starts to hurt from bending for too long.â
You just stare at him, unamused. If anyone would be in pain, it would be you.
âIn the shower, we can stand together and I can see exactly whatâs going on. Plus, you can wash my hair too,â he continues, pulling you flush against his chest, comb forgotten. He starts to rub your hips in a slow motion. âLetâs make it a date.â
âOk, first of all, youâre not that old to where your back can just give out like that,â you quip, leaning back from his embrace to look him in the eyes. âSecondly, you expect me to believe that the Spiderman is unable to wash someoneâs hair in this sink.â
âAt 6â9? Absolutely.â
âTouchĂ©.â
Truthfully, Miguel was a bit turned on after spending the last 20 minutes watching you completely melt under his hands from scratching your scalp.
It was such a simple task but all of your sighs and whispers of âright thereâ and âharderâ had him internally groaning.
When it was finished, you were up off the floor easily and blissfully unaware, while he was left with a few of your shedded curls covering his clothes and pre-cum threatening to seep into his underwear.
So yes, while technically the shower was the best option for him, he really wanted to ignite that same reaction from you again. It was addicting.
You reach up on your tippy toes and squish his face to give a quick peck to his lips. âFine, fine! Quit your puppy dog eyes, we can go to the shower. Just let me pee first.â
Step 1 of Miguelâs master plan was already successfully underway.
He started to pick up your supplies, reading the ingredients out of curiosity. Today you were trying a new line of products that was making huge waves online. He remembers seeing how excited you were when the package came in. You had barrelled into the bedroom in a squealing frenzy, and had it not been for his spider senses listening out for you, he would have jumped from the way you threw the door open.
Even though it was another line of products that would fill up the bathroom cabinets, your giddiness rubbed off on him, so he was ready to see results.
âBaby, come on! Iâm ready!â
Miguel quickly huddled up everything from the counter and made his way to the bathroom.
He walked in to see you standing next to the sink, birthday suit on and your hands reaching up to push your hair from your forehead.
Heaven-sent were the first words that came to mind. Here you were, standing in the steam of the bathroom just for his eyes. He couldnât help but linger in the doorway, heart skipping a beat at the sight of you.
You turned to look back at him, mirth in your eyes, âMig, come on, the waterâs running.â
He didnât even comprehend the sound of the water hitting the tiles, he was so zoned in on you.
âIâm coming, I was justâŠadmiring you,â he replies, moving to prepare for the shower.
âThereâs no way youâre eyeing me up right now. I look a little crazy,â you say, turning back towards the mirror.
âQuerida, you could be rocking a spiked mohawk right now, and I would still have the same reaction. Youâre beautiful no matter how your hair looks.â
You bit your lip, heart fluttering at his words. If you didnât have to get ready for your hair appointment tomorrow, youâd stop everything then and there to love on your boyfriend.
For now, you settled on helping him out of his clothes, a smile growing on your face. You pulled his shirt up as far as you could reach, then let your hands roam over his chest, watching the goosebumps that followed behind. You kept your fingers walking down to the waistband of his pants, lightly scratching at his happy trail.
His stomach twitched in response to your touch, hands itching to pull you closer.
You placed your hands at his sides, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear, slowly tugging at the bands. You stepped forward to get a better leverage, breasts pressing against his torso.
His breaths were coming out in short beats, not wanting to disrupt the spell that you put him under. He looked down at the closing space between you allâs bodies because if he looked up at your eyes, heâd stop everything and take you right there against the counter.
But the shower. He was supposed to make it to the shower. Which was in an area by itself. In the next room. With your hands roaming everywhere, he wasnât even sure if he could even make it past the toilet.
His eyes fluttered closed as you slid your hands back up his thighs, a deep breath building in his lungs. Like this, he was really able to tune in on both the heat of your body against his and the lingering touch of your hands. Hyper-focused on you and you alone.
Then he heard a loud slap.
His eyes bucked back open, body rigid as the sting came back in waves on the side of his ass.
âCome on, weâve got heads to scrub!â you said, voice as clear as ever.
He watched you twirl towards the shower, his mind muddled from your switch to playfulness. Had he read that all wrong?
He looked down and sighed at the sight of his dick, half-hard at what could have been.
All he could do was stagger out of the clothes that pooled at his ankles, grab the hair products, and waddle to the shower.
You were already halfway under the spray of the shower head, head leaning back, waiting for the water to completely soak through the layers of your hair.
Miguel came up next to you and detached the shower head, bringing it closer to your scalp, careful not to get water in your ears.
âSo first, we have to use the scalp scrub shampoo,â you say, grabbing one of the taller bottles and unscrewing it. âJust take this in your hands first, lather it, and work it into my scalp.â
You pull his left hand forward and squeeze some of the liquid in his palm.
âIs this enough?â he asked, noticing the little amount you put in his hand.
âYep! A little can go a long way, baby,â you say, turning around to him, trying to determine how you would reach the top of his head.
Oh, how Miguel was so well acquainted with that phrase. Especially after this cat-and-mouse game youâve been playing with him all day.
You faced him as he placed his fingers on your scalp, beginning to move in circles, spreading the shampoo in several sections.
âYou can add a little pressure. I can take it,â you mumble out, almost low enough for Miguel to miss it.
So he does. He starts to scratch at your scalp, remembering that this is an important step. For your hair of course, not his plan.
âUgh, that feels so nice,â you sigh, trying not to sway under him. âI should have had you do this sooner.â
Miguel thought so too. Here you are, head leaned back, eyes closed, and completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. He kept scratching at your scalp, your head nodding along with the motions.
âCan you scratch over here, please?â you ask, pointing at the right side of your head, eyes squeezed tight to not let any soap fall in them. Even after all of your teasing, you were still so cute in this moment. When Miguel complied, you showed your gratitude by groaning out a quick thank you. With a long sigh, you placed your hands in front of his chest, fingers balled up in loose fists.
âDoes it feel good?â Miguel knew the answer, but he had to play along. âYou want me to move anywhere else?â
âYeah, could you just-â you leaned your head over, mindlessly guiding Miguelâs hands. âRight there, baby.â
You brought your hands up to grip at his wrists, needing something to hold onto. Miguel felt insane.
To curb the feeling, he quickly leaned down and kissed your forehead. His head was overloaded with the sound of your voice and he had to keep himself composed.
You looked up at him, eyes big and wide at his affection. He kept making you feel warm doing such mundane things. You purse your lips, silently begging for more.
Miguel brought his soapy hands to the water to quickly rinse them off, then placed them on your cheeks and leaned down again to kiss your lips.
One. Two. Three pecks and you were giggling.
Four. Five. Six pecks and you were on your tiptoes, arms crossed behind his neck.
Seven. Eight. Nine pecks and you were turning your head, opening your mouth for more.
Ten. Eleven. Twelve kisses and you were in his arms, feet off the ground, biting at his bottom lip.
By the thirteenth kiss, you were pulling your head back, staring into his eyes, grabbing at his nape.
âWe still have to wash the shampoo out,â you say, watching as his eyes linger on your lips.
âWe can do that,â he mumbles, still holding you close.
âAre you gonna put me down?â you ask, tone a little cheeky.
He snaps his eyes up at yours, eyebrow raised. âAre you gonna finish what you started?â He started to move one of his palms down your back, taking a thigh to pull around his waist, and placing his mouth on your jaw.
âNuh uh, OâHara,â you chide, pushing against his chest and wiggling to get him to remove his embrace. The water smacks against the tiles as you jump down, one calf still in Miguelâs hand.
âOâHara?â Miguel scoffed, playfully pulling at you again and tickling your side. âIâm not sure who that is, but maybe you forgot how to say baby, mi vida.â
You laughed at him, finally calling out his bluff, âNo, because my baby said he would help me wash my hair, and right now heâs being bad and trying to distract me. So, until you finish, itâs OâHara.â You folded your arms and tilted your head to the side, daring Miguel to counter your words.
He dropped your leg and muttered out a gruff âfineâ with his lips downturned. Two could play at this game and if he wanted to distract you, he just had to turn up the heat.
He grabbed for the shower head and started to rinse the thick shampoo from your hair, carefully weaving through the locks.
âWhen do we detangle it?â
You started to smile again, happy at his verb usage. He really does listen to you when you talk about your hair.
âWhen we put on the conditioner, but you can start a little now while the waterâs running on it. Need the brush?â
âNo, Iâll just use my fingers for a little bit.â
You turned your face back to him, shocked that he remembered another technique.
âYouâre gonna finger detangle, ba- I mean, OâHara?â
âYes I am, corazĂłn. Why are you looking at me like that? Iâm a great boyfriend that knows what his girl needs.â
You squint your eyes, wary at his words. âUh huh, I bet you do. If you know so much, whatâs next?â
âWe shampoo again. Rinse. Then itâs conditioner and detangling, just like you said.â
You hummed, internally ecstatic that he actually did know the answer. âAnother point for you,â you say, turning back around as Miguel places the shower head back on the hook.
Miguel smirked. He listened to you, he really did, but he also made sure to watch over 20 videos about washing coily hair while you were sleeping. You didnât have to know that though.
His high was short-lived when you bent over to grab the next shampoo. He grabbed at your hips, watching as the swell of your ass aligned against his front. He pushed his head back and breathed in deep. How unfair.
You leaned back up slowly, turning the bottle around trying to fish for any specific directions.
âThis one is a hydrating shampoo. It says you can just put it on my hair and just work it through.â
Miguel repeated the same shampooing process, although this time with less scalp scratching and more scalp massaging. You were once again in bliss at his ministrations, like a cat who couldnât stop purring.
âOâHara, you really have a way with your hands. Super relaxing,â you say with snickers underlining your voice.
Miguel just reached for the shower head, ready to rinse for the second time. âThis guy sounds like a real catch. Too bad he isnât here.â
You just laugh at how sulky he sounded, ready to grab the conditioner.
âWell, is there a Mr. OâHara here? I kind of need him for this last step.â
Miguel stopped in his tracks.
You really didnât understand how much he wanted to make you his wife. In fact, he started planning the proposal to a T after a year of you all being together. He started to dream about a future with you after the first couple of dates, despite how often he had to tell himself to slow down. It was terrifying yet thrilling how much you left an impression on his life.
Mr. and Mrs. OâHara.
Mr. OâHara.
Mrs. OâHara.
Miguel bent his head in your neck and wrapped his arms around your waist, face burning from his running thoughts.
âY-you canât use that against me. You know how I get,â he said petulantly, voice softened in the juncture of your neck, drowned out by the pouring water.
âAnd how do you get, baby?â you ask, reaching over to run your fingers through his damp hair. You tugged lightly at the root causing Miguel to hug you tighter and groan against your neck.
As hot as the water was, the heat of your body against his left him burning. The angle was weird so he couldnât exactly rub up against you, but he could kiss along the surface of your shoulders.
He started to slowly press kisses down your neck, moaning as you tilted your head to give him more space. He stopped to linger at the top of your shoulder, taking in a small amount of skin. After he was happy at the mark he left, he opened his mouth a little wider, canines grazing against your skin.
You reach to pull his head back up, resting his jaw on your shoulder.
âFocus, Mr. OâHara, itâs only one more step.â You say these words lowly right next to his ear, pressing your lips on his tragus then pushing his head up to kiss against his jaw.
When Miguel stood up fully, you could see the dazed look in his eyes. Staring closer, you noticed they were a little dewey.
You had to bring him back down to Earth. You couldnât have him lost in this steam.
âHey, baby look at me,â you even your tone and angle his face towards yours. âAre you alright? Do we need to sit down?â
You wait for his eyes to find yours, searching for discomfort.
âNo, I'm fine. Iâm ok, sorry,â he says, leaning into one of your hands, wrapping his hand around it for extra support.
âPositive? I know the water is really hot so if you need to step out and cool down, then thatâs fine. Iâll help you settle down then come back and finish up by myself,â you say, adamant in your words.
âNo! No, no. Iâm really ok. Iâm so cool and calm right now that itâs crazy,â he replies, frantic at the thought of leaving you in the shower. âHand me the conditioner.â
You look at him again, tickled at the change in condition. All you could do was sigh, twist the cap off of the conditioner, and pull the inner lid off.
He dabbed two fingers on top of the cream, scooping a small amount off of the top. âA little goes a long way, right?â
âA little does go a long way.â
âCan you turn around, please?â
You comply, placing the conditioner in a corner.
âIf you need it to lather a bit more, just add a little water,â you remind him.
He began to work the conditioner through, going from the root to the ends. The results were quick and he could see your curls begin to sprout. He started to thoroughly pull his fingers through, working out any leftover tangles. He got to a bigger knot and held the section of hair in one hand, and carefully combed through the knot with the other.
You were feeling peaceful until it dawned on you: you never gave him a comb or a brush to work with.
âHold on, baby what are you using to take the knots out with? Do you have a comb?â
Miguel placed one of his hands in your face and pushed his talons out, like a cat showing its claws off when you press the center of its paw.
You panic, remembering that they can tear through people and metal, âUm. I donât think using these bad boys on my hair is the right way to go.â
âTranquila, mi amor, I got it. Iâm using the dull side, see?â
He put a tuft of hair in front of your eyes and showed the process of him detangling while talon-less, then working out the final tough knot with the side of the talon, turning his hand sideways to avoid cutting your curls.
As a result, the section was completely detangled, allowing him to run his fingers straight through the thick strands, and the curls springing back up once he was finished. Plus, from what you could tell, there was no breakage.
Color you impressed because Miguel was pulling out all of the stops today.
âAlright, just. Be careful.â
âAlways.â
âIf you jack up my hair, Lyla will have to place Jess in charge permanently.â
âWouldnât have it any other way.â
You stand, arms placed under your chest, waiting for Miguel to finish. Subconsciously listening to the pattern of his breaths and the sound of his talon going through your hair.
âOk, thatâs it. Do you want to wash my hair while this sits?â
Such a smart boyfriend.
âYeah just let me go ahead and finish this shower while you get your hair wet.â
Miguel stepped back to get under the overhead shower head, letting the water fall on him like rain, watching you as you began to lather body wash on your net sponge.
You were scrubbing away at your skin getting into every crevice, peach fragrance filling the air.
He wanted to reach out and touch you, but look where thatâs gotten him so far. Almost kicked out of the bathroom.
You were just as stubborn as he was, no, resolute.
He admired it, especially when you gracefully brought him down from clouds that were his own fantasies.
Focusing back on you, he stared openly as you folded your body in half to reach your ankles causing everything to be on display.
A normal person would put their foot on the ledge to reach below. You were definitely fucking with him.
He watched as you pulled the net sponge across your body, leaning up as the languid movements of your hands pulled the net side to side.
He was glad that the water drowned out his harsh breathing.
You finished off your shower, working the detached shower head over the soap, clearing up your skin.
You brought the shower head lower, making sure that there was no bubble left behind.
When you held your ass to help the water pass all the way down the back of your body, Miguel jumped to hold the base of his cock, softly groaning at the picture you were painting.
He lifted his face up and pushed his hair back, in hopes that the stream could help him clear his mind. But, the water was hot, all it did was make him lightheaded at the thought of you.
âMiguel? Come over here so I can wash you too.â
Miguel tottered over, looking down at your body, shining after all your thorough work. You were placing soap on a pair of exfoliating gloves you had bought for him, lathering them together once you were satisfied with the amount of soap.
You got to work on his body, starting at the shoulders and moving in circular motions.
Miguel stared in silence, hoping you would put an end to this charade. But you continue to be meticulous, covering every inch of his upper body. Lifting his arms when you wanted to. Moving him around when you wanted to.
In this moment, he felt like a ragdoll, letting you do whatever you pleased.
You squatted down to do his lower body, eyes laser focused, not missing a spot.
All Miguel could focus on was your face so close to his dick that was twitching in anticipation. You just ignored it and continued to rub the rest of him down. Miguel wanted to cry.
You were touching everywhere, slowing down on his inner thighs and ass causing his knees to shake.
You held him steady by gripping the back of his thighs and finally looked up at him, acknowledging his presence.
Your eyes traced him all the way down to the gift that was in front of you. You parted your lips and let your tongue brush against the tip, watching as spurts of pre-cum escaped. You couldnât have that. You leaned forward a little more, taking the head in completely, and allowed yourself a few more licks and a suck before you let go with a pop, watching the thin trail of spit grow as you leaned back.
Miguel whined in frustration, a cloud of desire fading so quickly.
âAmor, why did you-â
You quickly jumped up and rested against him, arms wrapped around his waist and hands lightly groping his butt.
âI didnât even wash your hair yet, silly,â you quip, chin nuzzling against his sternum. âNow, go rinse off and sit on the bench so I can reach your hair.â
Forget wanting to cry, Miguel might actually do it.
He was so, so hard.
After the soap was gone he trudged to the bench, glancing over at you washing the conditioner out of your hair.
âI could have washed it out for you,â he protests, half bothered by his situation and half annoyed that he let it blindside him from the main point of this shower.
âItâs ok, baby. You really helped me out a lot today and Iâm thankful. Iâm also making sure you donât drop to the floor right now, so hold on for me,â you reply earnestly, chuckling at the look of frustration slapped across Miguelâs face.
You bring over the hydrating scrub, some conditioner, and the shower head, and stand in between his legs, ready to start.
Miguel looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky, undeniably in love and unbelievably aroused.
You started to unscrew the scrub, making sure to part his hair down the middle.
âYouâre using your products on me?â he asked, confused at your actions.
âJust the shampoo. I donât think this conditioner will do you any good, but for the most part, the line is pretty inclusive. Ainât that neat?â
âMm-hm,â he responded, cheeks squished against your chest, arms wrapped around your thighs.
âLook forward, for me, baby,â you say, starting to spread the shampoo on his scalp.
He just hummed and groaned in the safety of your torso, while you scratched at his scalp and pulled the shampoo to his ends. He started to kiss and nibble at any skin he could get his mouth on. His grip was getting tighter and he felt a stutter in your breaths.
âLean back so I can rinse this out.â
He placed his chin on your stomach again, eyes full of hearts.
âIâm almost finished, I just need to put your conditioner on.â
Miguel hummed once more as you placed the conditioner at his ends first, then scrunched his hair up, careful not to mess with his scalp. Mindful of his wavy, curly hair texture like he was for yours.
His wine eyes kept staring at you, as if you were the 8th wonder of the world. You felt heat in your face, an accumulation of the almost boiling water and Miguelâs full attention.
He was simply grinning, face wet and tinted from the water.
âYouâre so cute,â you say, rinsing out the last of the product.
âOnly with you,â he replies, still trying to make you look into his eyes. âCan you come closer?â
You set the shower head down and run your hands through his strands, âI feel like Iâm already as close as it gets.â
âNot really,â he said, swiftly sitting you on his lap like you weighed nothing. âYou could always be closer to me, cariño. I can think of many ways to make that happen.â
You finally allow yourself to indulge in his shenanigans. Leaning your forehead on his, you open your mouth to say, âIs that why you were so adamant about getting in the shower? To get as close to me as possible?â
He looked from your eyes to your mouth, âNo?â
You bring your hands from his hair to his neck, âYou know you canât lie. In fact, youâre like, really bad at it.â
âFine. It was partially because of that. How did you know?â
âLike I said, you canât lie and neither can your face. Youâve been pouting ever since I let you scratch my head and especially when I wanted to wash my hair in the sink.â
âAm I that easy to read?â
âKind of,â you say, a laugh twinkling off your lips. âI can always tell when you want me.â
âYeah? And what am I telling you right now?â He starts to move your hips, placing his erection right under you, grinding your lips against him.
You close your eyes, a flame beginning to blossom within you, âI guess that you need, fuck, you need me.â Your clit was throbbing against his length as he dragged your body back and forth.
âI do, bebĂ©, I do,â Miguel was moaning loudly, melting at the feeling of your pussy finally warming him up. He moved his lips to yours, desperately trying to have more of you, gripping your hips even harder.
âBaby, s-slow down,â you say in the midst of his kisses, trying to put your feet on the bench next to him to gain some sort of stability. You knew he was pent up, but he was moving so frantically, you were scared he might slip off.
âTe necesito. Please, just-â Miguel cut himself off with a groan in your neck, grinding your slit along himself faster. He started to kiss down your chest, finally getting to your breasts, and gliding his tongue along the wet skin. He took a nipple into his mouth, allowing himself to suck.
The flame from before was starting to grow, âMiggy if you keep going, Iâm gonna cum.â He was just starting and you already felt everything coming to an end.
How were you so close, yet he was the one who was riled up?
âMiguel, Iâm-â you hold on harder to his neck, eyebrows furrowed.
âUh huh. Câmon, give it to me,â he encouraged, staring at you, eyes cloudy.
You break above him, a scream crawling from your throat, hips stuttering in his hold, and liquid leaking onto the floor.
âOh my god,â your mind was hazy, reveling from how quick you came, but mostly at how needy Miguel looked.
âWas it good?â he asked, hugging your body as he switched angles, dragging his body closer to the edge of the bench, letting your feet fall to the floor. His voice was whiny, desperate, wanton. âWas I good for you? Did you feel good?â
You brought your mouth to his temple, movements shaky and heart still thumping, âYou were so good for me, baby. So good.â
He sighed, breath leaving his lungs as if what you told him was a matter of life and death.
âThen use me,â he leaned back, hands pressed against the seat. âUse me, however you please.â
You stared at him, a little stunned but fully immersed. When you brought your hand to his chest, you could feel how fast his heart was moving. You brought your mouth to his once more, a thumb on his chin pushing so that lips could part. You kissed him deep, making sure to direct his focus there while you placed your knees on the bench.
Sitting just above him, you guided your sex to his, allowing his tip to barely kiss you. You wanted him, yearned for him inside of you, but not yet.
You slid his tip past your slit, only edging it in partially, then rubbed your pussy up and down the head, allowing yourself to open up.
Miguel moaned into your mouth, hands curling into fists as he felt your walls close around the top of him. He started to move in tiny thrusts matching your rhythm.
âNuh uh, baby, itâs just me right now, remember?â You break your kiss to reprimand him, bringing your hand from his chin to his stomach, and stopping all movement.
Miguel could only cry out and nod, upset at the loss of your body devouring his own, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, keep going. Iâll be still, cariño, please.â
âGood. There he is, my sweet baby,â you say, voice a prime example at how much Miguel begging for you was affecting you.
You start back, ass moving with a bit more force. You lean to press a long kiss against his neck, losing yourself in the sound of him barely inside of you, his groans a lovely melody filling up the room.
âYou feel amazing, Miguel. So big, and youâre only giving me so little,â you pant in his ear, knees starting to hurt from how hard the tiles were.
âItâs all for you. Just for you,â he gasped, twitching when the sounds of your juices got even louder at your constant movement. âMi amor, please, can I hold you?â
âAlways, baby.â
Internally you chuckled, you never told him he couldnât touch you, you just followed his plea to use him like a toy. He was so pussy drunk, he forgot the parameters he set for himself.
He wrapped his biceps around you, your arms folding behind your back in the process, but that didnât stop you from riding out the high that was another orgasm.
âThatâs right, keep going. Ăsame, take what you need,â he requested. He was itching to dive deeper into you, not wanting your pleasure to end.
You threw your head back and whined high with Miguelâs name on your tongue, gushing out your release for a second time.
âFuck.â Miguel was still holding onto you, legs taut in their position. He swerved your pussy across his length, listening at how wet you were.
You laid your head on the tile above Miguel, relieved with its slight coolness and trying to slow down your rapid heartbeat. Your hips kept bucking as an aftereffect.
You didnât get that much of a cool down before Miguel was at it again, finally sliding his dick in until he bottomed out.
The two of you let out long moans in unison, a harmony that wasnât unfamiliar to your apartment.
In this position, your face was back in front if Miguelâs, eyes watery from the sensation of him filling you up.
âYouâre perfect, you feel perfect,â Miguel cradled you, trying to get as comfortable as he could, despite the impossible position he put himself in.
Lifting his hips off of the bench, he held himself up by his back pressed against the tiles.
Before you could even ask him if you all should move to the floor, he knocked the wind out of you, holding you up as he slammed into you.
âMiguel!â you shout, clamoring for anything to grab onto after the impact had you knocking forward.
âI got you, I promise. Wonât let you fall,â he heaved out, words spilling out as fast as his hips were snapping.
All you could do was mutter out words incoherently, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass reverberating off of the walls. Your eyes finally let go of the tears they were holding, overwhelmed by your state of being.
âWhatâs that, mi amor?â Miguel cooed at you, licking off one of your tears and kissing your cheek. âCan you feel me? Is it too much?â
âI, ngh, I,â you could barely get your words out, your brain turning into mush after each thrust. Miguel kept going, humming as he spread kisses around your face.
âYou gotta answer me, baby. I need to know,â he whispered.
âIâm trying,â you respond, voice cracking from overuse. You were still peeved at his composure. âI thought you said, oh my god, you said you didnât want to hurt your back.â
Miguel just pursed his lips, eyes clearing up for just a second, âI didnât. And Iâm not going to, super-healing, remember?â
âThatâs-â your sentence was cut off by Miguel hiking you up and smacking you back down in time with one of his thrusts.
âShit! Do that again,â you sob, thoughts coming to a stop.
âYeah?â Miguel tried his best to keep his eyes on you, but you were squeezing so tight around him that his eyes kept rolling.
âYes, Miggy. Right there, that spot. Itâs so,â you were drooling at this point. âItâs so much.â
Miguel kept it up, glad to be hearing those words, proud of himself for igniting you.
You held your head down, body wound tight, âI think Iâm gonna cum. Iâm close.â
âAgain?â Miguel asked, heart fluttering at you falling apart on his dick.
âYes, baby. Donât stop,â you say, voice wavering.
Right as you felt your body beginning to let go, Miguel halted and sat back on the bench.
âNo, no, no. Why did you-â You were cut off by Miguel grabbing you and placing you on your shoulders, pussy in his face.
He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue in where his cock once was swirling in and out, sucking at your folds. He starts to hum as if you've fed him his last meal, causing your orgasm to come in waves.
âOh!â you shout, thighs quivering around his head, one hand gathering a fist of hair and the other pawing at the wall. Miguel was lapping everything up, holding you so that you couldnât even think of falling.
âOk, ok,â you say, mewling as he kept you in place while your hips shook. âSâtoo much.â He finally letâs go, placing you back in his lap.
âDid I do good?â he asks, chest rising and falling rapidly now that he catered to you. His face was a mess, evidence of you all down his neck.
You kissed his nose, giggling at his need for praise, âYes, baby. You did amazing. Fantastic. Perfecto.â
He was practically vibrating with joy, kneading at your thighs.
âBut Miggy, thereâs still a problem,â you say, holding his face with both hands. âYou still didnât cum yet.â
You watched his face flit through several phases: ecstatic, worried, then hungry.
âCan I keep going?â he asks, hands starting to roam again.
You simply nod and try to prepare yourself for him moving you around again.
He sinks back in slowly, careful of your sensitive body. You try your best to move, hips working in circles, hands holding onto his thighs. You couldn't help but to squeeze onto him, despite how tired you were.
âYou look so pretty,â Miguel mumbled.
âBet I would look prettier if you finished. Inside.â
That fired him up even more. He started to help you to bounce up and down his length, teeth gritted. You held your head back, eyes scrunched at the feeling of him inside again.
Then he started to whimper, a telltale sign that he was close.
âCan you say it again, please?â he said, moving to stand with you in his arms.
âSay what?â you ask, exhausted yet in awe that he still had so much energy. âThat I want you to cum inside? Fill me up?â
You could feel him twitch inside of you, mind hazy at the thought.
âShockingly, no. My name. Porfa, mi vida. I need to hear it.â He was still holding you as he pounded away, eyes never leaving yours.
Youâve been saying his name the whole time, so surely that canât be it. Then, it dawned on you.
âLet go, Mr. OâHara,â you say, mouth right next to his.
And so he did. He bent over, hands gripping your sides as he snapped his hips frantically, groaning into your mouth as he kissed you hard. You could feel him seeping inside you, hot liquid filling you up.
You clutch at his shoulders, feeling your hold slipping from how wet his skin was from the shower and the heat. You cry out again, body sore from all of fun and sensitive from overstimulation.
Miguel finally let up for what felt like hours, standing up straight and pulling you off his dick. He hissed at the feeling, angling your body parallel to his so that everything could fall to the shower floor.
You lay your head on his shoulder tiredly, grateful that he was still carrying you.
âThatâs going to mess up the drain. You should have just let it stay in me until it took,â you mumble into his shoulder, hearing his breath hitch at your words. âOr until I got to the toilet or something.â
He brought you both back to the bench, âYou're on the pill so stop teasing me about that.â
âBut that doesnât mean that you canât live out your breed-â
âYeah, yeah. I got it, mi amor,â he says, pecking your lips to stop you from continuing. âNow let's clean you up. Again.â
He reaches for the shower head and checks the temperature. Humming, he aims the spray at your lower area.
You jump and yelp, âThatâs so fucking cold!â
âBĂ©be, itâs literally warm. I just checked!â
No wonder he was about to die in the steam, âYou know how hot I like my showers, and thatâs ice cold right now.â
âWell Iâm sorry itâs not burning, but we have to clean you up,â he said, trying to console you. âIâll warm you up later.â
You look at him and thereâs this playful look on his face. âNo,â you say, just the thought of doing this again making you sleepy.
You eye his body up and down. âMaybe later.â
He just chuckled and finished up.
An hour later, the two of you are dry, blow dried, and comfortably laid out across the couch with baking competition shows queued up on the TV.
You look up at Miguel from your position on his chest, cheesing from ear to ear.
He feels you staring at him and looks down, eyes warm. âWhat?â he asks, watching your face light up.
âNothing. I just love you,â you say, unable to look away.
He kisses you, heart keeping a steady beat, âI love you too.â
I hope you enjoyed reading! đ©”đ©”
Any likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated and welcomed.
(And did anyone catch my BeyoncĂ© CĂ©cred refs?? I have no idea how brand names work with fics so I just stuck to nameless descriptionsđ)
- Lauro đ§Œ
809 notes
·
View notes
Going Public (OB)
pairing: y/n sainz x ollie bearman, y/n sainz x platonic f1 grid
fc: ariana greenblatt (reader is 18)
summary: y/n is the beloved sister of carlos sainz, whoâs instagram had been private for years. finally, she makes her account public and shares her life with people other than family, friends, and the grid. soon, her and ollie go public with their relationship.
note: this is my first ollie bearman fic! lmk ur thoughts!! also thank you so much for 600 followers!!
masterlist here -> masterlist link
^ check my list for all posts! ^
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
liked by: carlossainz55, landonorris, and 76,234 others
y/nsainz: opened my instagram for shits and giggles. enjoy, suckers
view commentsâŠ
carlossainz55: i thought you said you werenât opening it?
âł y/nsainz: that was before i realized how many ppl wanted to see my pics LOL
f1updates: y/n sainz content?? this was a need, ty for opening bestie
olliebearman: that haunted house was not fun.
âł arthur_leclerc: you seemed like you were having fun
âł y/nsainz: before or after he almost shit his pants?
âł carla.brocker: i had fun!!
chili55edits: she is so gorgeous?! these family genes are amazing, i tell ya
lilymhe: oooo shes going public yâall đ
âł y/nsainz: yuhhhđ„±
sainzupdatepage: gonna start posting her now, yuppp
ferrarifriends: sheâs so pretty holy shit
user8: style goes so hard
lailahasanovic: miss you!! đ
âł y/nsainz: miss you too!đ
maxfewtrell: iâd love some pic credit for that last one
âł y/nsainz: looks like you j did. yourself.
âł maxfewtrell: the sas is out of this world
âł landonorris: đââïžđ
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
liked by: lilymhe, charles_leclerc, and 91,348 others
y/nsainz: black tie events, icecream with ollie and then lily, sassy man apocalypse, and a pic kika took at a grid dinnerđ
view commentsâŠ
francisca.cgomes: y/n is literally an upcoming influencer and iâm here for it
âł y/nsainz: iâm not already? :/
âł francisca.cgomes: GIRLđ
user4: the second pic?? stunningggg
olliebearman: who took the third pic?!?!
âł y/nsainz: you fr need pic creds?
maxfewtrell: oh, i see. she gets the sas from carlos and hanging out with lando and charles
âł carlossainz55: you arenât a saint either max
âł mawfewtrell: wtvđ
y/nsfp55: YOU ATEEEEE (and ate the icecream!)
charleskachowfp: love these pics sm. i need them engraved in my brain
georgerusell63: first and second pic are giving dark side from star wars
âł landonorris: itâs almost like that was the goal!
âł alex_albon: đ«ą
user6: favorite siblings in f1 are unlocked: y/n & carlos
âł arthur_leclerc: what the fuck? what about me and charles?!
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
liked by: olliebearman, francisca.cgomes, and 101,024 others
y/nsainz: i spend race days with ollie while he mansplans to make him feel better
view commentsâŠ
olliebearman: what.
âł y/nsainz: huh
user3: spends time with ollie..donât make me ship
ollieeesssfp: ollie and y/n content is too cuteee
carlossainz55: could have spent race day in the ferrari paddock.
âł y/nsainz: donât act like you wanted me theređ
âł charles_leclerc: i did! i missed our pre-race gossip
âł y/nsainz: i missed that too :( iâll be with you next race!
user3: y/n is a charles supporter fr
*liked by creator*
f1wags: kika looks so cute in the last pic!
olliesfp1: BRO? j tell us ur dating cuz heâs looking at her like heâs in love fr
francisca.cgomes: race day = chat day!
âł y/n.sainz: fr!!
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
twitter:
F1 Updates @f1updates âą 3hr ago
Today we will be talking about Y/n Sainz and the dating rumors with Ollie Bearman!
Hereâs what we know: Y/n met Ollie through Arthur Leclerc, in which the trio started hanging out a lot, sometimes including Carla, Arthurâs girlfriend. We know that Y/n spends time with Ollie in the Ferrari paddock when she goes to watch Carlos and Ollie will accompany her.
Seen, last night around 9:10pm, Y/n and Ollie were leaving a restaurant in Mexico. The Grand Prix is this Sunday, only five days away from Tuesday nights spotting! We are questioning if they are more than friendsâŠ.since Ollie seemed fairly protective of her at the dinner..
âł Sainz Sibling Page @sainzsibs âą 3hr ago
Y/n and Ollie are my otp. They are so cute together!
âł F2 Bloggerrr @f2blogg âą 2hr ago
Idk, I think Y/n and Lando would be cute
âł Papaya Fp @mclarenpap âą 2hr ago
HUHđ Y/n and Lando are besties, they will nott date. Just because she hangs out with the F1 guys does not mean they are datingâŠ.
âł Dolly luvs cars @dollyf1chatt âą 1hr ago
In my opinion, Y/n and Ollie are the cutest couple. The way sheâs Carlosâ younger sister and sheâs also so close with the Leclerc family and Ollie is close with Arthur? They have background and itâs so cute. Our pure babies đ€ They are adorbs
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
liked by: olliebearman, landonorris, and 98,014 others
y/n.sainz: brazils legal drinking age is 18đđđ§đ· maybe it shouldnât be
view commentsâŠ
carlossainz55: what is going on in brazil?!
âł y/n.sainz: nothing?
âł carlossainz55: Y/N.
f1wags: LMAO not y/n being scolded by carlos đ
olliebearman: đđ
âł y/n.sainz: đŻâïž
user7: not the THONG?
âł user2: girl has got some explaining to do LOLLL
formula2edits: brooo, thatâs obv ollie in the first pic
lilymhe: cutiesssss
*liked by creator*
y/nsogfanpg: she slays even when sheâs literally throwing up bc sheâs drunk!
danielricciardo: i feel like ive committed a crime by seeing this post
âł y/n.sainz: weewoo weewoođš
âł danielricciardo: ha. ha.đ
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
liked by: y/n.sainz, arthur_leclerc, and 52,014 others
olliebearman: đđž
view commentsâŠ
user3: SOFT LAUNCHđšâ ïžđšâ ïž
sainzpost55: ollie ainât subtle wit itđ«€
arthur_leclerc: lol, mate. just wait till carlos sees this one
âł oscarpiastri: you can say that againâŠ.
fp1upsss: okay mr. hard launch!!!
y/n.sainz: oh great heavens
carlossainz55: đ§ââïžwhat.
âł olliebearman: should i block him?? @y/n.sainz
âł y/n.sainz: nah, heâll just come to your house then
âł olliebearman: HUH
user1: waitâŠ.. y/n and ollie CONFIRMED??
âł f1wags: yesâŒïž wag and a sister of a driver is a SLAY
liamlawson30: cute guys!! pr is gonna LOVE this one
âł olliebearman: oh man
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
your instagram story:
seen by: carlossainz55, landonorris, and 74,149 others
ollies instagram story:
seen by: carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, and 47,138 others
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
liked by: olliebearman, carlossainz55, and 89,130 others
y/n.sainz: đ§žâ€ïž
view commentsâŠ
y/nfp7: anyone else see that she added the bear emoji and a red heart to her bio too?đ„čđ„č
carmenmmundt: you guys are tooo cuteeee
âł y/n.sainz: carm đ
olliebearman: â€ïžâ€ïž
*liked by creator*
formula1updates: iâm melting. they are so cuteeeee
carlossainz55: cute theme i guess
âł olliebearman: iâm growing on you
âł carlossainz55: yeah like a fungus
âł olliebearman: ohâŠ.thatâs good?
francisca.cgomes: so prettyyyy
âł y/n.sainz: no you kika
bear8fp: omggg the bears??? TOO CUTE
user4: donât mind me, just sobbing in the corner bc iâll never have an f1 brother and an f2 bfđ„Čâïž
f1wags: this is too precious iâm gonna burst đ„č
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)
1K notes
·
View notes
I â„ïž Daddy
here is todays shower thoughts blurb since i randomly thought of those âyes, daddy?â panties(pls donât let me be the only one who remembers them circulating at one point?!)đ ⊠enjoy my ted talk đ«¶đ»
pairing: leon kennedy x fem reader
tags: daddy kink into slight ddlg, age gap, leon uses his fingers on you, dirty talk, clothed, aftercare, uhhh yeah!
It was always just a joke, a tease you did to Leon. A brief âyes, daddyâ falling from your lips whenever he asked if you ate that day or if you could grab him a beer from the fridge.
You never thought much of it but Leon had lots of thoughts about it. Always made him so fucking hard each time that damn name spilled from those sugary sweet lips of yours.
Had him manspreading even more on the worn couch of his apartment to hide his hard on while accepting the alcoholic drink with an appreciative kiss. He didnât want you to think he was a creep.
Leon already had a few moments where he felt awkward from the looks the two of you sometimes received while out on dates. The misunderstandings of him being your dad. You never cared when it occurred, responding with an easy âNo, heâs my boyfriend,â and moving on with the date without a care in the world.
At least that made him feel better, it reassured him. Leon didnât exactly date you because you were so much younger. Well, it was a bit flattering he still managed to pull such a pretty young thing at his age but he also loved you for how smart and attentive you were. But he also loved how much you needed him, maybe it was a bit of a complex he developed from his line of work.
He knew another one of your jokes were about to take place when you pull away from his side, his strong thighs feeling empty without your smooth legs laying across them now, and yanking the front door open to retrieve a package.
âWhatâs got you in a hurry baby?â Leon sat up slightly on the couch with curious look.
Leon was met with a giggle and a mischievous smile, not any proper answer though as you opt to flee off into the bathroom. Heâs left scratching his head at your typical silly behavior but he just remains seated back on the couch.
Itâs not long before you come back, blocking his view of the TV. Arms crossed and a cute grin pulled up on your face.
He lets a brow raise, âAnd now you got this bratty lookâŠâ
Oh, but heâs quick to watch you as your hands grip the waistband of those adorable fuzzy hello kitty pajama pants you made him buy you.
âHey, Iâm not a brat!â You get caught up easily in protesting against his words, nothing in that sweet little head of yours except Leon and whether or not Mocha and Usahana would get a build-a-bear plush.
Leon simply just gives you a look, as if youâre foolish for trying to deny it. âUh huh⊠just continue.â
And there it goes again, that saccharine voice saying âyes, daddyâ while you inch those pajama pants down your hips and legs.
Fuck, why is it like a sucker punch straight to the gut every time you call him that? He bites back a groan but his darkening eyes say everything when he sees those light pink panties on you. The words âI â„ïž daddyâ printed in a darker pink right where the cotton fabric clothes your mound and on the back right on the swells of your bottom.
Leon tries to compose himself, he canât handle these jokes anymore and frankly, itâs feeling like it isnât a joke anymore.
âSweetheart, whatâs this about?â He asks.
You tilt your head at him, responding like it was no big deal. âHuh? Sâjust a joke Leon. Like how I tease you and call you daddy because youâre old enough to be my daddy?â
Head falling back against the couch, he groans and mumbles. âJust a joke? Just a joke.â
Youâre left feeling confused. Usually heâll laugh all sarcastic, sometimes even spank your butt in playful retaliation.
The older man lifts his head up, eyes boring into yours then down to those panties again. Before you know it, his strong calloused hand is pulling you onto his muscled thighs, chest against your back.
âJust a joke?â Leon repeats huskily against your neck, keeping your thighs open by resting your legs outside of his.
A shiver runs down your spine and heat invades your cheeks. You try to nod, âY-Yeah, seen emâ online randomly.â
The rough fingertips of his right hand graze up and down your supple thighs. Back and forth, back and forth like waves. You feel it, that tingle in your core as he teases you. Maybe itâs what you deserve after torturing the poor man.
âYou think a man at my age is stupid, baby?â Leon asks softly, his fingers finally touching your clothed cunt. âI may still use a flip phone but I know it wasnât random, you got an algorithm.â
Your breath hitches at his touch and words. You kick yourself inwardly for being so damn obvious, attempting to whimper out a protest at his statement.
His padded fingers rub at your cunt, the cloth of those silly panties adding delicious friction. The soft pink gusset darkening as your arousal begins to taint them. Just how he wanted.
Itâs hard to stay still as his fingers move upward to rub soft circles against your clit. Back pressing against his chest as you squirm in pleasure.
âSâOkay baby, I know dumb little girls like you need a man like me. A daddy to care for them and provide.â Leon cooed, letting himself indulge in the very thing he was at conflict with since it was very clear both of you were on the same page.
Your thighs instinctively try to clench together from pure arousal at his words but they are kept open by his legs. Mind turning mushy at this point and Leon just kept saying all the right things.
He rubs at your needy little cunt with more pressure, sending consistent pulses of heat to your tummy.
âAnd Iâm so very happy to do that for you, doll.â Scratchy stubble brushes against your soft warm cheek as he kisses it. âMake you hold onto your plushie as I take you like a good girl.â
Your hips buck at that and a desperate moan spills out. The older man couldnât hold back a groan of his own, fingers pressing and rubbing at your panties with fervor.
âWonder you good you could color in the lines while I spoil your pretty little princess parts.â All of his dirty thoughts are spilling out as he plays with you and itâs sending both of you into a heated frenzy.
Rough messy circles on your clothed clit has you trembling and a lewd squeal rings out. âDaddy, daddy!â Is all you can manage to slur out and it just makes Leonâs cock ache even harder against you.
Leon doesnât let up though, rubbing and rubbing at that bundle of nerves, spoiling it with his calloused fingers as he turns you into a mess. Showering your needy little pearl with affectionate caresses that set you ablaze on his lap, squirming and gasping as your heart pounds.
Leon allows himself to manspread even more, your legs pried open even wider. âIf you love your daddy so much then youâll be a good girl and show him how much you love him, wonât you?â
Several harsh rubs against your swollen clit has your back arching off his chest and your toes curling. Warmth and shivers flooding your body as you fall over the edge and cum.
âThank you daddy, thank you.â You blabber out messily.
Panting as your hips buck from the intense waves of ecstasy course through your heated body. Leon guides you through your orgasm and stops before overstimulating you.
Almost instantly he closes his legs just slightly to help ease the strain and make you more comfortable. His affectionate cooing started right away, holding you closely to him as you come down from your high.
âSo good for daddy,â Leon mumbled and pressed several kisses to your cheek. âLetâs get you comfy and clean.â
You nodded a bit sluggishly at his words, turning your head to try and kiss him properly which he laughs softly at. Leon lays you down gently on the couch and changes the tv to play something more your speed.
His hands reach for your soaked panties, pulling them down and off your legs, wordlessly pocketing them before making way into the kitchen. Heâs not gone for long, coming back with some water and a wet rag.
âDrink this, baby.â The cup of water had a straw in it and he looks at you seriously but you had no problems obeying him.
Leon hums as he carefully cleans up your sensitive parts since he didnât want you to get oversensitive and feel pain instead.
Now, with everything in order, he sat down and situated you so your head laid on his lap. His hands caressing and playing with your hair soothingly.
âI meant what I said, you know?â His voice a calm rumble. He gives you time to voice your disapproval but when you donât, he continues. âThink about what you want as a reward for being so good for daddy, for now though, get some rest.â
You respond with a âyes, daddyâ and your daddy squeezes your cheeks playfully. The response reminding him of all your jokes but perhaps hints was a better word for it.
681 notes
·
View notes
hiiii!! i was wondering if perchance i could request head canons or a one shot (whichever you see more fit) of how [character] is on their first date with [reader]
the characters im rlly invested in are alastor, vox, velvette, angel & husk đ
đđąđ«đŹđ đđđđđŹ đ°đąđđĄ đŻđšđ±, đđ§đ đđ„ đđźđŹđ, đŻđđ„đŻđđđđ, đĄđźđŹđ€, đđ§đ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« àłàŸàż ËË-
a/n: iâm so sorry requests have been so slow, my show is almost done (closing night is today) so iâll be able to get to requests after that!! and i tried to make this a bit longer than my normal pieces so i hope i did okay? weâre almost at 700 btw so tysm for that <3
warnings: profanity, mentions of sex in voxâs part (no smut), mentions of valentino, implied!masc reader in angelâs section â the rest are gn
proofread: no đ
tags: x reader, alastor, husk hazbin hotel, angel dust, headcanons, the vees
đŻđšđ±
vox would probably enjoy a night in the most, honestly, fans can irk him a fair bit, and he wants tonight to be about you and him alone
heâd probably get some of his more decent employees to be like waiters, and letâs be real, even if you were only in voxâs quarters, you both would still be dolled up
seeing as this is only the first date, voxâs âshow hostâ persona is still very present, heâs not ready to let his walls down quite yet, heâll sit there and boast about how fucking amazing he is for most of the date
but youâd be surprised, when you speak, vox wonât shut down anything youâd say, heâs an extremely good listener â it mainly comes from how he has to listen to boring meetings, even when he doesnât want to, but as much as he wonât admit it, he could listen to you talk anyday
when the end of the date comes, youâre either gonna end up spending the night at his, whether it ends in sex with him or falling asleep on the couch together in the middle of a movie is a bit of a 50/50
OR heâs gonna end up driving you home, mainly because he doesnât enjoy just walking about the streets of hell, because so many people come up to him, and also cause he doesnât want to risk putting you in harms way, but also because he wants to flex his fancy ass carâŠ
đđ§đ đđ„ đđźđŹđ
like vox, heâd also probably enjoy a date in a more private settings â due to the type of fans he has, the contract heâs under, along with many other things
but angel has a preference for more relaxed dates, heâd bring you into his room the hotel and end up having a massive sleepover â movies, skincare, gossip seshs, etc. whatever you ask for, heâll give ya!!
after valentino, i can see angel only really taking interest in people who heâs known for a long time/has a strong bond with â so considering the fact that heâs most likely known you for a long time, this is probably when heâs gonna be more affectionate â possible cuddles, kisses, etc
but even with that, angel really considers first dates as a âget to know youâ sorta thing, so he wants to hear all about you, and share stories with you about him as well! you two will probably play games like 21 questions or truth or dare but with mostly truths đđ
honestly, angel will probably spend more time telling you about molly (his sister) then himself, he misses her a lot, and she was one of the biggest parts of him and he loves telling you stories about them together in their lifetime
đŻđđ„đŻđđđđ
in contrast to vox, she would love to go out somewhere for a first date, more specifically, the mall! she may end up treating the first date as more a girls trip, but trust me, it isnât her way of friend zoning you in the slightest!!
the stores in the mall that sheâd most likely wanna hit up are the clothing stores and makeup stores (duh)
sheâd try on a bunch of fits for you in a âfashion run-wayâ kind-of manner and force outfits into your arms and rush you to do the same
and in makeup stores, sheâd grab a bunch of lip-oil testers and ïżŒswatch them on your arm and see which ones she thinks look the best â and sheâd also try to find your foundation shade match or something like that
then you goes would probably stop at a food court and she would sit there and just yap, i can see velvette as a big rambler, she can be very expressive with her words, especially when it comes to her passion topics, so she really grows to appreciate you if you decide to hear her out
and side note; if you guys run into one of her fans, sheâll make sure you see it, she needs you to know how fucking hot and famous she is
the both of you will probably stay until the mall is about to close, and then youâll walk her home, but donât worry, sheâll give you a small kiss for being so good ~
đĄđźđŹđ€
honestly, husk would kinda be at loss a for what to do for a âdateâ â itâs been a long damn time since heâs been romantically interested in someone, so heâs not too sure where to start
heâll end up going to charlie for help, or angel, and he ends up deciding to take you out to a small diner thatâs just a stroll away from the hotel
itâs not great there by any means, but itâs not bad, but more importantly, itâs safe, and thatâs all he really wants for you
you two will spend most of the time conversing in conversation, nothing too crazy or life changing, but simple ice breakers here and there, husker is more awkward than you may think
despite the fact that he thinks itâs so fucking stupid, he takes charlieâs idea to share a smoothie with you, which ends up back-firing as he takes a sip and it goes through and up your straw and splatters onto your face
and you canât help but blush as he gets a little too close to you as he wipes the smoothie off of your face with a few napkinsâŠ
đđ„đđŹđđšđ«
alastor is a gentlemen, who aims to please, so he has a number of activities for you that are bound to blow you out of the water, even if the idea is simple on paper
first, he starts off by taking you out to dinner, the fanciest restaurant he could find, you both are dressed up to a tee
he makes sure to feed you every last bite of your food, treating you like a pet, its so sickeningly sweet you didnât whether to be slightly offended or swoon right then and there
then he takes you out to a nice park, even if itâs already dark out, and heâll have you on his arm and take a simple stroll with you, the attention is fully on you and he wonât shy away from giving you all the praise possible
shortly after, alastor will get his staff and play some gentle jazz music as you both sway under the hellish stars on what seems to be such a blissful night ~
i do not permit for my work to be reposted, translated, or stolen. all rights go to signedmio. characters are not mine, unless stated, and belong to their rightful creators.
644 notes
·
View notes
Hi baby idk if ur requests are on but can u pls do a black reader who doesnât have a lot of ass (baby I be reading these fanfics (not urs) and it always has black women with fat ass and big boobs and Iâm like đ that ainât me) and who doesnât smoke, with like anyone but maybe wit eren or Connie, thank you sm girl and even if u donât do this I appreciate u reading this hottie.
Girl I feel you, my shit not the fattest either but I do smoke myself so that's why it's present in some of my storiesđ
Connie x Black Fem Reader SMUT
âstop playing with me mama,â Connie quickly ushered your naked bodies into his bedroom. clothes lost from the heated makeout session that took place on the leather couch in the living room. the movie playing long forgotten on the flat-screen TV. âget on the bed.â
âah!â you let out a little gasp when he brought his large hands down and delivered a slight slap to your ass. excited for what was coming next you let out a little giggle as you crawled onto the bed. you got into position as you always did, missionary. with you on your back and pulling back your legs so they rested near your head.
Connie loved being able to see your pretty face scrunch up in pleasure. the way your eyes crossed when a particularly strong orgasm raked through your body. the access he had to play with your small tits, his huge hands dwarfing them. he loved the way you clenched extra hard when he tweaked or sucked on your nipples leaving them puffy and sore in the morning.Â
your slacked jaw gives Connie free entry to your mouth to spit and suck on your tongue, mixing saliva. you're left breathless, gasping for air unable to kiss him back with moans being forced out into his mouth by his deep strokes. or when halfway you would give up on holding your leg and clutch onto him for dear life. your smaller body jostling against his sweaty one as he pounded into your pussy, basically drowning in your slick.
but today he wanted to try something different.
âcan you get on your hands and knees for me please?â your boyfriend asked, staring intently at you from above. your cunt was already glistening from just making out but he was no better. his dick was standing at attention between his legs just waiting to find its way inside you.
âokâŠâ you meekly replied wanting to please your boyfriend. you slowly dragged yourself into the new position. the arch you presented to your boyfriend was utterly pathetic. you felt embarrassed feeling more exposed despite holding yourself open for him only a few moments ago.
âyou can do better than that,â Connie said. you felt him nudge his dick against your soaking cunt.Â
âI can'tâ you let your head fall against the mattress. god, this was so humiliating. until now Connie never mentioned anything about wanting to try doggy style but you hated it. always jumping into a position that allowed the two of you to be face to face. you loved the sight of Connie above you. his happy trail that led to a sharp v-line, the way his abs flexed after every thrust made you so wet and his caring eyes that watched your every move to see how you would react. a cute way to tell that Connie was close was the way his pink lips quivered faster the closer he got to his orgasm.
but the underlying reason you preferred missionary above all was because anytime you watched porn you noticed how in every video the girls in doggy always had the fattest asses, something you didnât have. but it wasnât something that made you self-conscious. you just didnât think you would enjoy it as much cause of it.
you loved your smaller body and showing it off. like earlier today, you were wearing a tight baby tee and your favourite pair of low waisted jeans that showed off your deep back dimples. Connie could not keep his hands off you, they trailed your exposed skin before pulling at your belt loops. it was his signal that he wanted them off.
Connie on the other hand didnât mind indulging in your love for missionary. seeing his girl happy and fucked out made him feel good but he felt like he wasnât able to give you all he had. Connie's dick wasn't the biggest but it was really thick and girthy with a downward curve due to how heavy it hung.Â
what he noticed after prodding around at your insides with his fingers and memorizing all your soft spots was that your most sensitive spot was upwards, toward your stomach. so in missionary he could only brush it and not abuse it how he wanted.
wanting to hear no more of your complaints Connie took matters into his own hands. he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed where he was standing. before you could turn and see what he was doing he pressed his hand in between your shoulder blades and forced you down face first into the mattress. âoh sweetie, but you canâ
your newfound arch was delicious. your upper body was pressed flat against the bed creating a deep curve in your spine that led to your ass that was being held up by Connie. you turned your head to the side so you could breathe
âlook at you, so talented,â he praised, marvelling at your body. it was amazing how you could take his dick like a fucking champ yet you were so tiny compared to him. his huge hands swallowed each of your asscheeks as he kneaded them while teasing the tip of his dick against your slicked hole.
âI'm going in,â your boyfriend gave you a brief warning to prepare for the stretch but you weren't ready. you're so used to his curve going down towards your spine so feeling it go up into your tummy was new.
âoh my godddâ you whined out. he bottomed out quickly, his tip kissing your cervix. you instinctively pulled away from him already feeling overwhelmed.
âwhere you going ma?â Connie stuck his thumbs into your back dimples to give him some leverage. he easily pulled you back onto his dick. you let out a cry as he forced himself inside. âyou feeling me deep inside?â
âyeaaa,â the wet squelching sounds of your pussy coating his dick could be heard. some of your wetness dripped down your thighs. after each thrust you could feel yourself being stretched out to fit his size. âall in my tummy paâ
the view Connie had was amazing. he spread your brown cheeks so he could watch himself slide in and out of your tiny cunt, the pink of your pussy appearing when he pulled out. he watched as your creamy paste began to coat his dick. pap! pap! pap! it was like music to his ears.Â
you were already soaking wet, the sheets underneath where you two connected was drenched and turning darker in colour. so for the pure obscenity of it Connie spat on the shaft of his dick. he groaned watching as your hole greedily slurped it up along with his dick.Â
âyou hear that mama?â pap! pap! pap! Connie gave you a second to listen to the sounds your body was making. it was straight-up pornographic. âthatâs how you know Iâm hitting it right.â
âuhuhuhâ your boyfriend was showing you what you were missing out all this time during missionary. his cock struck the same spot each time. it felt so good that it was starting to hurt.
the force of Connie's pelvis slapping against your ass was enough to send you flying forward every thrust. and each time he pulled you back like you were a fucking ragdoll. you couldn't do anything but take everything he was giving you.
you reached out to trying to grab something, whether it was the sheets, his arm, the bedframe, you just needed something to brace yourself. Connie watched as your tiny hands struggled to grasp at his sheets.
your poor pussy was going to be bruised in the morning from how rough Connie was being. once he found your sweet spot he didn't let up, the intensity he was pounding at it was insane. he didnât let up, not that you would allow him to either.
each time Connie pulled out your pussy just sucked him back in. pap! pap! pap! the sight and the sounds you were making had his dick twitching, aching for release. and your cunt felt like heaven, all warm and wet. he wasnât going to last any longer in this position. âma, I'm so close.â he groaned.
âme to me toâ you moaned out against the bed. the growing feeling in your stomach was about to burst. your legs shook like a fawn taking its first steps. you sunk further into the bed arching deeper into Connie needing just a bit more. his tip reaching your cervix was the final push, âmâcummingâ you whined out.
you pressed your face into the sheets when the overwhelming feeling hit you. Connie let out a low whimper feeling you clenched tightly around his cock stopping him in his tracks. unable to pull out he was forced to release inside you, painting your insides.
âknew your lil ass would love it.â he chuckled watching you twitch underneath him. he waited until your sopping cunt stopped spasming around his dick. one you both finished your orgasms he pulled out watching as his cum mixed with your fluids spilled out of your quivering hole.
hope this was to your liking <3 my requests are open but I'll do another post on that later
616 notes
·
View notes
Controlling Tom Riddle
Honestly idk what to classify this as, but itâs kinda like idk.. deranged? maybe not but I have more like this up my sleeve if it does well (TW: manipulation, unspoken gaslighting, extremely controlling, idk what else to add)
You loved Tom. You truly, truly did. But he tended to take the term "I just want to lock you up" a little too seriously.
I mean, it wasnât much at first, barely even noticeable in fact. Simple things such as suggesting what you should wear, insisting the more modest options were much more flattering on you; âIt brings out your eyes, doll.â
He would remind you of your favorite foods, and when to and when not to eat them.. âNot now, itâs far too late for late night snacks. However, I have something I think might suffice for you.â
Overtime the helpful things became him controlling everything you wore, no shirts were allowed to be low enough cut for anyone to see down- tall people included. You wanted to comfortably wear your uniform? Absolutely not. It had to be perfect, and to show just how much of a âgood girlâ you are for him, you get cute bows in your hair every morning; special spell from him.
His behavior didnât bother you, how could it? Yes you couldnât wear certain things, but everything you got in return was amazing. Nobody understands him the way you do, they donât know him like you do. Thatâs what youâre constantly telling your friends. âYou donât know him like I do. Heâs romantic.â
Romance? It really is funny how blurry the lines get between romance and control, dress up per se? Once again with the dressing you- believe me, he spoils your beyond belief. Though, most of it is âMy eyes only.â Slowly your closet went from things youâve gotten from friends, shirts you once loved, to everything Tom approved.
It didnât matter though, because he still spoils you.
Being in class was an entirely different story. In the beginning you simply couldnât speak to any other guys, you understood, not wanting him interacting with girls either it seemed fair. Until you couldnât sit with any of them, problem being, its not like you can just chose where you sit everytime. That doesnât matter to Tom though, âYou seemed to betray me today hun.â Nice name, yet the tone anything but.
It was pretty sudden when Tom just happened to to become your seating partner in every single class, and yes, that somehow included ones he once hadnât attended. But this was a good thing. You got to be with your boyfriend all day long, thatâs so exciting. Watching your every move, telling you what you did wrong on your work âCanât have a dumb girl, can I doll?â
It was sweet. He was being helpful, you always had help. Just donât ask for too much, then that makes you stupid, idiotic, dense. Thatâs according to him though, and yes his words. âHonestly, I donât know what youâd do without me, youâre just so mindless most of the time. Itâs infuriatingâ
But no matter what itâs always okay because, âYou know I never mean what I say, Love. Iâll take you out, even buy you something newâ
You see, none of this happened quickly. It was like one moment you controlled your life, the next moment you didnât. You lived in his dorm, once again donât ask how, Tom Riddle has his ways. He chose your outfits the days no uniforms were needed, but of course only because âI just love picking out what my girl wears, you love it too, donât you, hm?â
Now here you are, unable to speak to anyone really, no boys, no friends because well, they only attract unwanted male attention of course. It was crazy to think youâd leave your friends behind for a boy, not just your friends really more like your entire old life, but Tom wasnât just any boy. No, he had full control over you and you both knew it. You loved it.
I know im saying idk a lot but idk how i feel about this đđ
once again i hope you all enjoy <33
357 notes
·
View notes
charles leclerc x famous!reader, they're rumored to be dating but nothing was confirmed, then reader was helping charles with filming his live (like today's!) and accidentally flips over the camera to herself đđ
"Did you see the article about your love life? A lot of people seem to be convinced you don't want anything to do with motorsport, let alone dating an actual driver", Joris teased you as you adjusted your hair so it wouldn't get messed up inside the helmet.
"They really don't have any faith that I would be able to pull her off!", Charles groaned, holding said helmet for you so he could safely strap it on your neck after pulling it on your head, "is this good, amour?", he checked, squeezing you hip softly in assurance.
"Bit don't you guys want to keep it private?", he wondered, "yes, we do! But, like, am I that bad for them to think that Y/N Y/L/N wouldn't date me? Because I'm not, see?", Charles dramatised, holding your hands together as you walked to the track.
"So you'll be okay filming?", he asked, "yes, I'll let you know when I start recording! Everyone, remember not to call for my name, okay?", you warned, getting a nod from everyone in the group, "I need your help to strap me in the kart", you asked Charles.
After you were safely able to drive the kart, you headed in the front, wanting to capture the moments for Charles' live, "in three, guys!", you yelled.
While initially everything seemed to be going well and the fans were having the time of their life as they watched Charles and his friends enjoy the sunny day, it all stopped when you accidentally flipped the camera to yourself, only noticing when you saw your name in the comments, "uh-oh", you said, turning the camera back around and filming the guys.
When you came to a stop, Charles helped you out before you handed him his phone back, "I think I accidentally showed my face", you cringed, resting your forehead on his clothed chest and shaking it. "You did?", Charles chuckled, "That's okay, they don't think you'd be into me anyway".
Joris walked up to you, phone in hand, "people have figured out it way you, Y/N", he showed you a thread, compiling clips and posts you had made about the necklace you were wearing. It was your favourite piece and it held sentimental value, so you wore it everyday and had mentioned its importance in various interviews, the little clips following eachother as you scrolled, "well, at least they have some proof now!", you giggled, accepting your fate as Charles held you against him.
"Oh, wait! There's still a comment saying that it's probably someone Charles wanted to make them look like you, "how much do you bet Charles got someone to make them same necklace so we would think it's Y/N? This man wants us to believe so bad that he could pull THE Y/N" and also "silly little man, like we would fall for this trick",", Joris, doubled over as he laughed.
"Why will no one believe that you love me?", Charles hid his face on your neck, "it's alright, handsome. I know I love you and that's enough", you kissed his neck softly.
(Thank you for your submission âšïž)
405 notes
·
View notes
hi! could i get james potter fluff where theyâre both just taking a stroll or theyâre ice skating and reader suddenly slips and lands on their knee and gets a huge scab on their knee. reader plays it off saying sheâs fine but she doesnât notice that her knee is slowly bleeding and james freaks out? đ
aka me, I SLIPPED ON ICE AND MY KNEE STARTED BLEEDING TODAY
Ahh sorry babe! Here's some Jamie to heal you <3 (I have no idea how this got so long sorry)
cw: mentions of blood
James Potter x fem!reader ⥠1.4k words
âWhoa, you okay?â James skids to a stop beside you, ice shavings flying.Â
You grin at him, embarrassed. âYeah, Iâm good.â You ignore the burning in your knee, wobbling back to your feet. James sets a tentative hand under your forearm to steady you. âSorry.âÂ
He makes a face. You know him well enough by now to know it means he doesnât want you to apologize, but he knows you well enough to know that saying it is pointless. The two of you set off again. Youâve got one arm in Jamesâ hold and the other extended cautiously to the side for balance, but James Good-At-Everything Potter doesnât even need to look in front of him as he skates. He glides along smoothly, maneuvering you both around kids with little plastic helpers and other inexperienced skaters like yourself with little effort. If he werenât so himself, itâd be pretty irksome.Â
âWhat were we talking about?â you ask, laughing awkwardly.Â
âYou were telling me about the cat outside your work,â James reminds you.Â
âOh, yeah.â You shake your head at yourself a little, looking down at your skates just like James had warned you not to. They start to slip out from under you, but he holds you up until your right yourself. âSorry, Iâve been going on about that forever.âÂ
âNo, itâs cute,â he says. âDonât hold out on me, what happened to her? Did she get a name?âÂ
âShe did.â You glance at him, and heâs smiling encouragingly. James is always smiling at you. Itâs incentive to keep talking.Â
You tell him more about the cat, and then he tells you about the puppy his parents adopted when he moved out, which he felt rather cheated about because heâd always wanted one when he lived at home. You tell him about the slew of fish youâd had as a child, which sparks a conversation about odd pets, which is how you learn about his friendâs pet toad. James seems to have a lot of friends. Youâre starting to keep track of a few names, but sometimes they swirl together and you canât remember whoâs who. He doesnât hold it against you.Â
Youâve only been on a few dates with James, but this is typically how they go. You show up all self-conscious and tense, and then he gives you one of his easy smiles and suddenly itâs like youâve no reason to be nervous at all. James loves to talk, and you, oddly, seem to love talking with him as well. You enjoy the talking a lot more than the skating, and when your time slot on the rink is up you have to feign a bit more disappointment than you feel. As far as youâre concerned, the main event is going to be the hot chocolate you plan to have after this.Â
âLet me get that,â James says when heâs undone the laces to both his skates and youâre still struggling with your first one. He kneels in front of you, deft fingers easing apart the knot and then whipping the laces skillfully out of each of their little hooks. He starts to pull the skate off your foot, but pauses when his eyes flit up, catching on your knee.Â
He hisses through his teeth. âSweetheart, what happened here?âÂ
âHm?â You bend over so your head is closer to his, trying to see what heâs talking about. Your leggings are wet through with blood, a giant ugly splotch around your knee. âOh,â you say quietly.Â
âOh,â James agrees, teasing tone at odds with the uncharacteristic frown pinching his features. âThat looks rough. Do you think it happened when you fell?âÂ
âWhich time?â you joke.
His laugh is half-hearted. A diligent effort. He starts pulling up the one side of your leggings, working them up your calf. He hisses again, sympathy mingled with concern, when the bloody mess of your knee is unveiled. Itâs almost impossible to tell where the cut is with the skin around it stained so thoroughly. You bite your lip to keep from making a sound as James peels the fabric of your legging away carefully, but when his thumb presses on the skin next to the wound you wince.Â
He inhales softly, seemingly as startled as you are, and gives you an remorseful look. âSorry, lovely. How badly does it hurt?âÂ
âNot bad,â you fib, though exposed to the cold air, the burning is starting to get to you.Â
James looks like he knows, mouth pulling to the side compassionately. His eyebrows come down behind his glasses as he tries to get a look at the wound. You try to ignore the tingling that results from him gripping the back of your knee the way he is. Tenderly, with more care than youâre used to.Â
âAlright.â He gives the side of your calf a little pat, rising to his feet. âIâm going to go find someone who works here.âÂ
âOh, James,â you protest as he walks away, âitâs really not that bad. Iâll take care of it at home!âÂ
âStay put!â he calls over his shoulder.Â
As if youâd ever leave without him.Â
You try not to fidget while heâs gone, feeling awkward and pathetic sitting all bloody and alone while other groups taking off their skates chat around you. James returns a short time later with a sullen-looking employee in tow. You give them a tight smile, and James returns it with twice the gusto, talking up the teen worker who looks like theyâd rather be anywhere else. Heâll come around. You doubt anyone can resist the James Potter charm.Â
âSuch excellent service they have here,â James says lightly, sitting beside you on the metal bench. He sets a casual hand on your knee, putting a stop to the bouncing you didnât realize youâd started. âI asked for a first aid kit and they gave me a whole Martin.âÂ
Martin declines to comment. He unpackages a tiny antiseptic wipe, going after your bloody knee with unfeeling determination.Â
You bite down on your lip, and Jamesâ dark brows lower, his eyes flickering between you and Martin indecisively. You give him a small smile that you hope says Please donât say anything to this poor kid on my behalf, even if I potentially start crying. James seems to get the general idea, returning your smile and intertwining his fingers with yours consolingly.Â
One benefit of Martinâs vicious treatment is that itâs over quickly. Before long, heâs slapping a plaster on your cut and telling you both to let someone (not him, presumably) know if you need anything else. A man of few words to the last.Â
James takes his place before you can move, kneeling in front of you again.Â
âIs that really it?â he asks disbelievingly, delicately stroking the edge of the small plaster with his thumb.Â
âI told you it wasnât bad,â you tease softly.Â
He blows out a big breath, blinking up at you. âI thought for sure it was going to need stitches. How do you bleed so much? You scared the shit out of me, sweetheart.âÂ
âSorry.âÂ
The look he shoots you is about as stern as he ever gets, disapproval buried beneath a heap of fondness. âDonât,â he says.Â
You fail to hide a smile, and he fails to hide his reciprocation, dropping his chin back towards your knee. It really looks now like youâve both been quite dramatic, the blood all cleaned up and a tiny plaster covering what turned out to be only a small scrape. From the feel of it you know itâll be horribly bruised in the morning, but it really was never anything too dire.
âDo you think you can straighten it?âÂ
âNo,â you deadpan. âI think Iâll probably need crutches, actually.âÂ
James looks up, startled and delighted by your joking. âYeah?â Thereâs a breathless sort of laughter in his tone. âWhat do you think, ten daysâ bed rest?âÂ
âOh, at least.âÂ
âMm, and I suppose someone will have to bring you all your meals as well. Feed you chocolates and pastries and all that, keep you company, serenade you from time to time.âÂ
Your lips twitch. You can feel your face warming faintly. âSeems best.âÂ
James nods, aiming for serious but missing by a mile with that ever-present curve in his lips. âWell, I guess weâd better get you home, then,â he says, worming his arm under your knees.Â
You donât realize what heâs up to until the other one wraps securely around your back, and by then itâs too late.Â
âJames!â you gasp as he hoists you up, grabbing onto his shoulders. âPut me down.âÂ
âDonât worry sweetheart, weâll still stop for hot chocolate. Iâd never deprive you of that.â
606 notes
·
View notes
Love to Lie - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader (Part 3) / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 (Final Part)
Summary: Your worst fear is recognized when Bradleyâs jet goes down with him in it. Youâre not sure why youâre still his emergency contact, youâd broken up two weeks ago, but when you rush into the hospital room, you discover that you have a chance to fix the mistake youâd been cursing yourself for. The only problem is, you have to lie to Bradley, and you discover that you love doing it if it means you get to be with him again.
Contents/Warnings: fem!reader, Mitchell!reader, angst, angst with a fluffy/happy ending, amnesia trope, hospitals and their subsequent medical details, memory loss, goose and carole are still alive because i say so
WC: 16.1K (again...? somehow?) / navigation / inbox
A/N: ...surpriiiise! this is not the end đ i'm sorry to deviate from my original plan, but life got in the way a lot, so now there will be four parts to this series, this is the second-to-last. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, it just didn't work out the way I wanted it to. The real final part to this series will be posted one week from today. I hope you all understand, and I hope you enjoy this part and all of the drama that comes with it!
feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!
Your eyes blink open far too early. Itâs due to your side, thereâs a draft thatâs worked its way over your skin and raised tiny goosebumps over your thigh. Youâve woken up differently than how youâd fallen asleep ,and you suspect that youâd wormed your way into Bradleyâs chest again in your slumber. You canât blame yourself, itâs a comfortable place to be.
You push against his abdomen to wriggle your way out of his embrace and reclaim the blanket thatâs fallen, but his hands tug you closer in an instant. Too fast, you decide, as you peer through the darkness of your bedroom, eyes adjusting groggily to the light.
âBrad?â You whisper, âAre you awake?â
He takes a moment to answer, and you think he might be pretending to be asleep. But eventually you feel him nod against his pillow, âYeah.â
âOh, honey,â You strain to reach the bedside lamp from your spot in his grip, especially considering any distance you create between the two of you, he closes. Once you finally click the light on you see his bloodshot eyes, red and rosy from their lack of sleep.
âWhatâs the matter?â You croon, your voice still thick with sleep as you cup his cheek in your palm, âWhy are you awake, did you have a nightmare?â
âNo,â He rasps, something desperately sad in his voice, âI never slept.â
âWhat-â You whirl your glance around to the bedside clock that reads 2:30, âBrad, youâve been awake the whole time?â
âI couldnât sleep,â He defends, his fingers curling around your waist, âI- I donât know how anymore.â
âBaby,â You feel a thick wave of nausea rising in your belly at his state of distress, feeling nothing but anguish for the broken boy; your broken boy, âItâs okay. Youâre okay, youâre safe now, youâre home. You donât- uh, do you remember anything new?â
âNo,â He shakes his head, eyes downcast as he swallows tightly in his throat, âNo, but my brain is coming up with a thousand different ways it could have gone, and I canât stop.â
You hope his brain hasnât conjured the correct possibility. That heâd gone down truly alone.
âPoor baby,â You whimper, somehow more choked up than he is, âCome here.â
As he settles in your embrace, his head against your chest now, you reconsider: maybe you were made for holding him, and he was made to be held by you. Or maybe your roles are the same, each made to hold and be held by each other. Whatever the universe designed for you, itâs working, as his face presses into your collarbones like a puzzle piece snapping into place. He fits perfectly, and you feel the prickle of his mustache as he sniffles, once.
âYouâre okay,â You hum, hoping that the vibrations of your voice through your throat sing him to sleep. Your nails scrape through his hair, long-since dried from his shower, though still smelling strongly of shampoo. You can feel him breathing, shakily so, against your skin, and the breeze fans through the neckline of your top, warm and soft in its rhythm.Â
In, out. Heâs alive. In, out. Heâs here. In, out. He loves you. In, out. He wants you to stay.
In, out. He doesnât know. In, out. He could remember at any second. In, out. He could hate you.
In, out. He wonât hate you. In, out. Heâll want to work things out. In, out. Heâll want you to stay. In, out. He loves you.
âBaby,â You croak, your throat thick with tears that are part anxiety, and part anguish for your poor boy, âI love you.âÂ
His hands tighten around your waist after a split second of silence, then he murmurs against your collarbone, âI love you, too.â
âSleep,â You insist, resuming your soft strokes through his hair, âSleep, Brad. Youâre safe, youâre home.â
âYouâre home, too.â He adds, and you realize itâs an affirmation on its own. That you're together; that he didn't die alone in a cockpit.
You nod, swallowing a sob, âYeah, baby, Iâm home too. And Iâm not leaving, Iâm gonna park my ass right here until you get eight hours of sleep, at least. Got it?â
He laughs weakly into your skin, âGot it, babe.â
âGood,â You whisper, keeping up a steady rhythm through his hair, âGood, honey, now sleep.â
You canât seem to close your eyes until Bradley closes his own. You feel the flutter of his lashes against your skin, Then they cease their motions and the upper strands settle over the lower ones, brushing your chest in tandem. The longer you go without feeling them twitch, the better, and you donât stop combing through his hair until his breathing has been soft and even for ten minutes minimum. Then exhaustion creeps back over you, and the knowledge that Bradleyâs finally sleeping eases you into another few hours of your own slumber.
What wakes you up for the second time isnât the series of knocks on the front door, but, yet again, a phone call. It's seemingly a pattern of late. This time your phone rings in the kitchen though, where youâd left it last night while eating. Youâre surprised it hasnât died, but you hear the ringing fade out while you lay in Bradleyâs embrace. Your brain struggles to process the past 48 hours, but you know enough about the situation to know that itâs probably Carole knocking at the door, as well as calling you when you donât answer.
Bradleyâs still sleeping, thank god, serene when his eyes arenât open to showcase the deep anxiety they hold. You canât imagine how he feels, clueless and terrified, like a little kid. Youâre glad heâs getting at least a few restful hours, even if youâre sure his dad and yoursâ voices will boom far too loud through the house the second they step through the door.
Rushing to answer the door is hard to do silently, but when your face pops into the window panes set in the wood, you hold a finger over your lips.
Shush, you warn, then with a jerk of your thumb backwards towards the bedroom, heâs sleeping.
Carole, the one who needs your warning the least, nods jovially, a pretty smile already set on her face for the day. Sheâs a ray of sunshine, and youâre lucky to have her at this moment especially. Nick and your dad salute you, and youâve never let out a more exasperated sigh than the one you greet them with.
âMorninâ, Sleeping Beauty,â Nick grins, barging in like he owns the place (which he did, for a while), âBrad still conked out?â
âYeah,â You nod, opening the door wider to let everyone through. Caroleâs carrying an insulated bag, your dad has a few totes of groceries, and Nick's got a heavy cooler strapped over his shoulder like a purse.
âMy god,â You marvel, âDid you raid a Trader Joeâs?â
âYou said there was nothinâ in the fridge,â Carole grins, âWe brought stuff for breakfast, and whatever else you need, we can run out for later.â
âThanks,â You gush, taking the bag from her despite her protests, âIs there milk in here?â
âAnd eggs,â Your dad nods, holding up his own bags, âAnd bread, and fruit, and-â
âAnd I wanna put this thing down,â Nick groans, heading for the kitchen with the cooler, âYou talk too much, Mav.â
âMe- I talk too much?â His voice raises a hair as he heads for the kitchen in tow, and you and Carole shoot him the necessary disapproving looks, âThis, from the guy who missed his flight to Hawaii because he was too busy telling the gate attendant that his son won student of the week in preschool.â
The two conveniently bicker, leaving you and Carole alone in the entryway. She sends you a questioning glance, no words needed.
âNot yet,â You mutter, and her eyes dim in disappointment, âI just- I wanted one night. One night to pretend like nothing happened at all, but I promised him weâd do it today. I told him,â You sigh shakily, pinching at the bridge of your nose, âI told him I wasnât trying to hide from him, or anything like that, but- but that I just wanted a normal night. He said it was fine, he agreed. I wouldnât have just gone to sleep if he pushed.â
âHoney!â She scolds, like thereâs not a thought in your head, âSince when has he ever pushed you? Of course he said it was fine, you asked him for it! He'd let you run him over with a train if you asked to. You have got to stop this,â She narrows her eyes at you, the expression accompanied by various only-slightly-muffled banging sounds from the kitchen âI know itâs scary. I know it could go a lotta different ways. But you owe this to him now. Now that he knows, now that heâs askinâ questions, youâve gotta answer âem. Youâre the only one that can, youâre the only one that knows!â
Neither of you have noticed your dad standing in the kitchen doorway. But heâs not stealthy, and his broad frame catches your eye. You turn, panicked, but his face reads confusion.
âYouâre the only one that knows what?â He queries, one thick brow raised. Carole waits for you to answer, and you build the courage in your chest.
âNothing, dad. Iâll- Iâll talk to you about it later. In private.â
He remains concerned, his light eyes darkened in worry, but he trusts you, and Carole doesnât fight back against your solution. He nods once, then clears his throat, âNick canât figure out how to work your stove. He wants to make pancakes.â
âOoh, that man,â Carole huffs, more exasperated than upset, as she storms into the kitchen, âHoney, itâs the dial in the back!â
Technically, youâre in private now. Your dad seems to realize the same, shifting towards you, but before he can ask, thereâs a thud from the bedroom.
Fear stabs your heart like a sword, blade sharp and venomous as you imagine an injured Bradley unable to get himself off of the floor. But you arenât able to take two steps towards the bedroom before Bradley comes stumbling down the hall, nearly tripping over the too-long pajama pants youâre still matching in.
When he sees you and your dad, he freezes for a moment, posture tight. You hope heâs not embarrassed to be caught in his holiday pajamas, but youâre more concerned about why he was sprinting in the first place.
âBaby,â You call worriedly, making your way over to him across the carpet of the hallway, âBaby, whatâs wrong? DId you fall? I heard a thud.â
âNo, I-â He shakes his head, blinking hard for a moment, âI heard someone in the house. I donât- I thought someone had broken in. Sweetheart, I- I didn't even realize you weren't in bed," He chuckles sheepishly, "I thought I was protecting you.â
You squeeze his arm with a fond smile, though you're still worried about him, adoration swelling in your chest alongside concern, "Poor baby."
âSorry, Brad,â Your dad laughs softly, heading back towards the doorway to rejoin the others once he realizes you wonât be sharing just yet, âYour dad canât find his way around a kitchen.â
âShould have known,â Bradley huffs, curling an arm around your waist, âIf my mom ever left him heâd never eat again.â
You welcome the privacy that this gives you and Bradley, and your hands find the broad expanse of his chest as you stare worriedly up at him.
âBrad,â You hum, lifting one of your hands as his settle on your waist. You lay it over his cheek and he leans into the contact like a touch-starved puppy, âAre you sure youâre okay? You seemed really freaked out. And- and your ribs are still broken, donât they hurt? I think you should get back in bed. We can-â
âHey,â Bradley murmurs, mustache tickling your palm as he lays a kiss to the heel of your hand, âItâs alright. Youâre spiraling, babe. Iâm okay.â
You like that about him, the way he kisses you anywhere. It doesnât seem to matter if he catches your lips, your hand, your elbow; itâs all there for him to love on.
âI am not spiraling,â You defend weakly, âI just want to make sure youâre alright. Did you hurt yourself?â
âNo,â He shakes his head, and when you move to pull your hand away from his face, one of his own flies to catch it. His hand fits just as well against the back of yours as it does the front, and you let him cradle your palm to his cheek.
âIâm okay,â He repeats, a promise that reassures the deep ache of worry in your chest, âThanks for helping me sleep last night, honey. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
You swallow the weight of his words, feeling them settle like boulders in your stomach. Theyâve tangled strings around your heart, tugging and yanking at the organ until it sinks low in your body. Todayâs the last day you can pretend youâd never walked away.
âYouâll have me forever,â You hum, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips that you hope distracts from the tears in your eyes. You sigh shakily against his mouth, relishing the feeling of his lips against your own. Itâs comforting, and he keeps it chaste but meaningful, humming sweetly into you. When you break away only your lips part, foreheads and noses still flush like snapped-in puzzle pieces.
Thereâs some inexplicable force sticking you together, blood magnetized to each otherâs from how long your hearts have beat as one. You let your eyes slip shut in his hold, hoping with everything in you that today isnât the last time youâll get to hold him like this. Thereâs a countdown ticking away in your brain, one that makes your blood run cold and your stomach churn, but the smell of pancake batter tears you away from watching the numbers run out.
âPancakes,â You whisper softly against his lips, âYou wanna eat?â
âYeah,â He nods, but he makes no move towards the kitchen. Heâs standing still, like youâre a cat thatâs decided to snooze on his lap and heâs afraid of spooking you. His hands are still holding your waist, dragging you into him and supporting your weight against his own. Itâs comfortable there, serene as you breathe in tandem, drinking each other in after a rough night. Youâre glad Bradleyâs gotten even a little bit of sleep, and with a nap later, youâre sure heâll be well-rested enough to talk, even though you wish you didnât have to. This is a fantasy you want to get lost in, one that you wish wasnât starting to crack and splinter under his discerning gaze. Itâs endearing that he knows you well enough to know that youâre lying to him, but not now that you want them to be the truth.
âYou still havenât remembered anything?â You ask, grateful to be cupping his cheek where his hand holds your own.
âNope,â He shakes his head as much as he can with it pressed to your own, kissing at your top lip. It doesnât require reciprocation, itâs barely-there and fleeting, âDoctor said it could be weeks.â
âHe also said it could be minutes,â You mumble, voice hazy with worry, âLetâs go eat, Brad. Our parents brought along a buffet.â
Itâs only now that either of you finally move, hands sliding across each othersâ skin to join together. You walk as your fingers intertwine, and he holds back to let you step into the kitchen first.
âThere he is!â Nick cheers at his sonâs dramatic entrance, âHey, Brad, watch this!â
He yanks the pan off of the stove, standing with his shoulders squared and his knees bent, like heâs preparing to bat at a softball. He jerks the pan up and out, dislodging the pancake from its resting place and sending it into the air when he pulls the pan back down again. It flips gracefully, but Nick catches it less so, half of the gooey side of the pancake landing on the rim of the pan and splattering onto his hand.
âShit,â He hisses, and Carole buries her face in her hands with a sigh, âMav, get me a paper towel.â
âNice one, dad,â Bradley drawls, letting you stifle your laugh into his shoulder, âYou could go pro with that.â
âIf you make fun of me Iâll spit in the batter,â Nick grumbles as your dad swipes away the batter dripping inches away from his watch, âThanks, Mav.â
The paper towel and pancake mishap are forgotten as you chat in the kitchen, standing around like a proper family. Youâve always been one, and you hope you always will be. You find an easy home tucked into Bradleyâs side, feeling his thumb stroke at your waist and his lips press to your hair every few minutes. The pancakes go surprisingly fast, and Carole refuses to let anyone help her slice fruit, which is probably a good idea, at least for your dad, whoâs fond of showing off knife tricks he hasnât yet mastered.
Bradleyâs perfectly capable of dressing his own pancakes up, but you feel the need to. Maybe itâs girlfriend duty, maybe itâs the fact that his ribs are still achy, or maybe itâs the fact that youâre trying to overcompensate, but whatever it is has your hand delving into the bowl of freshly washed blueberries, grabbing a handful and sprinkling them over Bradleyâs buttered stack of pancakes. Then you take a banana, leaving Carole three more to slice up into the salad.
You slice the fruit towards your thumb, the blade pressing gently to your skin as it cuts through the banana. It doesnât hurt, but Bradley reaches for your hands, pulling the knife away and holding the affected thumb.
âDonât do it like that,â He explains, raising your thumb to his lips. He kisses it once, his lips pressing to the smooth pad of your finger, mustache tickling your skin, âI donât want you to cut yourself.â
âI was careful,â You insist, but the last thing you want to do is pull away from Bradley, so you let him curl his fingers around your own, interlocking them as he holds your hand.
âIâll cut it,â He squeezes your hand, leaning in to peck softly at your lips, âYouâve done a ton for me these past few days, babe. I can cut my own banana.â
You worry youâre coming off as smothering, that youâve suffocated him with care. But the thought of never being able to do it again, and being deprived of the option to for weeks, has made you more of a helicopter girlfriend than anything.Â
You let him cut his own banana, just in case heâs feeling resentment towards you for being so overbearing. But you donât think heâs angry, not as he slices the banana down onto the cutting board and takes it between his thumb and forefinger. He holds it out for you, right up to your lips like you shouldnât even be asked the effort of leaning forwards to eat it. You take it carefully from his hand, and you lament the fact that youâll get banana mush on his thumb if you try kissing it.Â
The fruit is flavorful on your tongue, but itâs a small slice, and you finish it quickly. You let the aftertaste linger in your mouth as you head for Bradley at the counter, pushing your face into his back and slinging your arms around his waist. Youâre careful to keep pressure off of his aching ribs, and he leans into your touch instead of flinching away.
You settle your cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt, head turned so that youâre facing your houseguests. Theyâre all smiling at you, Carole most of all, and you offer them a sleepy one back.
âSo, Brad,â Nick muses, plating the final pancake with a flourish that, thankfully, doesnât send the stack toppling to the ground, âWhat are you gonna do today?â
âNap,â Bradley blurts, and he uses the time that your family chuckles in unison to slip you another banana slice. Itâs an awkward angle that his arm has to achieve, but you take it from him happily, jaw working to munch on the fruit while you nestle against his back once more.
âI dunno,â He hums, nearly through chopping the banana, âMaybe a movie or something. Hey, we could finish season 5 of The Office.â
âMm,â You nod with a mouthful of banana against his back, âYeah.â
Youâve been watching the series together, having finished Friends already. Itâs a good show to watch before bed, because it gives you something to snuggle up together and giggle at. Youâve only got a few episodes left in the season, so you should be able to finish it in no time with Bradleyâs extensive bedrest.
âAlright, my loves,â Carole croons, dropping the last two pieces of watermelon sheâd been cutting into the bowl, âThatâs the fruit! Are we ready to eat?â
A round of excitement circles the kitchen, and you cling to Bradley for as long as you can. He lets you, doesnât try to shake you off as he drizzles syrup over his pancakes.
âYou wanna split âem?â He offers, and you nod. He canât see you, but he feels the movement against his back, and even if he wasnât able to, he knows you well enough to know youâll want bites of the food. You reluctantly let go of his waist when he picks the plate up, and you trail behind him to the dining room. Heâs finally able to see the decorations youâd hung, and he stops to admire them in the doorway.
âWelcome home,â You coo, leaning your head on his shoulder.Â
Carole stands proud beneath the banner, âDo you like it, baby?â
âGuys-,â Bradley chuckles sheepishly, setting the pancakes down at his place just beside yours, âI love it. Thank you, even though I was only gone for two days.â
âIt was the longest two days of my life,â You gripe, but you suppose your days have been unpleasantly long for weeks now, âThatâs what I was referring to, by the way, when I said your mom was scarily agile. I came out from the bedroom to find her standing on both the couch and the table.â
âJesus,â Bradley huffs, bewildered. Nick looks a little concerned, Carole bashful, and your dad impressed.Â
Eating around the table together reminds you of when you were younger, dinners and breakfasts and lunches alike being shared around the table. It didnât matter whoâs, you could turn a Dennyâs booth into your home with a few plates of food and the laughter thatâs never in short supply within your family.
Bradley cuts his pancakes himself, probably happy to have something to do with his hands. Heâs eager to return the favor of feeding you, grabbing chunks of pancake on the end of his fork and guiding them into your mouth. Youâre reminded of a picture youâd passed up in the photo album yesterday, of Bradley spoon-feeding you as a baby. His utensil-airplane impression was probably scarily accurate thanks to his dad; you wish you could remember it. Maybe, if you don't break up tonight, you'll see him feed your own kid that way.
Youâre happy to sit and be fed, even letting him wipe syrup off of your chin like youâd done for him. Youâre sure the only reason he doesnât kiss it off of you is because your dad is there, and his, too. They have a tendency to make fun of you, even if itâs all good-natured.
âDâyou need more groceries, baby?â Carole points her fork in your direction, pointedly swallowing her mouthful of watermelon before speaking.
Her husband doesnât offer you the same courtesy, speaking through a messy mouthful of eggs, âProâlly not. We damn near bought out the store.â
Before Carole can reprimand him for his less-than-perfect etiquette, you nod, âWe need produce. We might be okay on fruit if thereâs any of this left,â You gesture to the bowl of fruit salad, âBut we need vegetables. And eggs, we probably used them all. Iâll make a list later, once I clean up.â
âOnce we clean up,â Bradley corrects you, âIâve been in bed for two days straight, I need to do something.â
âYouâre gonna need to be in bed for a lot longer than two days,â You narrow your eyes at him, âYou need rest, baby,â
âIâm rested! And Iâm gonna rest later when we watch our show,â He pleads, âJust let me help?â
âWhy doesnât he help me with the dishes?â Your dad intervenes, scraping his last bite of pancake through a sticky puddle of syrup on his plate. Itâs boysenberry, and a drop nearly falls to your tablecloth as he brings it to his mouth.
âYou wash, Iâll dry and put away. That way you can keep your arms down. Deal?â
âFine by me,â Bradley nods, and you shoot your dad a thankful glance.Â
âIâll sort through the fridge then,â You decide, âNick, Carole, youâre welcome to stay as long as youâd like.â
âWeâre gonna keep bumminâ âround here âtil you stop feeding us,â Nick decides, âWhaddya say honey, âthink we can move into the guest room?â
âOh Iâm sure theyâd love that,â Carole plays along, a wry drawl in her voice, âTheyâd have to hear your snoring all night.â
âHe snores, too,â You jerk an accusatory thumb at Bradley who doesnât even try to deny the allegation, âLike father, like son. It must come with the mustache.â
âSpeaking of my mustache,â Bradleyâs hand flies to his lip, feeling cautiously at the patch of hair atop it, âDid they- shave part of my mustache?â
A guilty look is shared around the table. You speak up in a meek voice, âYeah, baby. To get the breathing tube in there.â
He groans, âNext time, just let me die.â
âDonât say that,â You hiss, stomping on his foot beneath the table. The yelp that he lets out is almost comical, but Caroleâs face is still scrunched in a disapproving frown at her son.
âIâm sorry!â Bradley cries, âIâm sorry, jesus, are you wearing steel-toed boots under there?â
âNo, but if you keep making jokes like that, Iâll put some on and kick you in the balls.â You threaten, and Bradley thinks it might be a promise.
âItâs not funny,â Carole insists, voice weaker than yours, âBrad, you- you almost did die.â
âMom-â He sighs weakly, posture deflating, âIâm sorry. Really, it was a bad joke. I wonât do it again. Are you okay?â
She takes a minute to think, blinking at her plate instead of meeting anyoneâs eyes. Then she stands, nodding hastily, âIâm alright. I just need a minute.â
Bradley tries to follow after her but Nick stands at the same moment, waving him back down into his seat.
âSheâs okay,â He promises, smiling sadly at his son, âBut she really was scared. Iâll handle it, you finish eating.â
Bradley slumps back into his seat, the sinking feeling in his gut at making his mom cry probably similar to the one in yours from lying to him. Youâve become scarily fond of this temporary life of yours, where youâre still dating Bradley, and youâve got a family again. Lying comes easy now, and if you donât think about it, youâll forget youâre even doing it. Youâre the actor most dedicated to their craft, believing even your own performance because it means you get Bradley back.Â
Lying is much easier when you love doing it.
You hear a rogue sniffle from Carole down the hall, and you clatter your fork against your plate to cover it up. It probably doesnât work, as Bradley stares forlornly at his own almost-empty plate, and you donât think he has the appetite to finish it.
âAre you done?â You nudge his knee, and he glances up dazedly at you.
âYeah,â His throat is dry and his voice is weary, âYou want the rest?â
âIâm okay,â You shake your head, turning to your dad, âDad? You all finished?â
âYeah,â He smiles weakly, trying to break the awkward silence, âReady to clean up the kitchen, Brad?â
âAlright,â He hums, standing from his chair. His movements are slow and sluggish, and you donât think heâll be at his best until his mom comes out with dry cheeks and a smile. In the meantime, you dig in the cupboards for a tupperware to put the fruit salad in.
Cleaning is tense, even if you and your dad try acting like nothing is wrong. Bradleyâs not talkative anymore, and you resort to going about your business silently, packing the fridge with what little leftovers there are and making sure Bradley isnât straining himself at the sink.
When Nick and Carole emerge from the bathroom, peering tentatively into the kitchen, Bradley nearly drops the last plate heâs washing into the sink. He hastily dries his hands, moving in for a hug from his mother while she smiles sheepishly at him.
âIâm sorry,â He repeats, and Nick smiles on. You try not to stare, not to ruin their moment, but you canât help it; you and your dad share a happy grin.
âI know, baby,â She promises, combing a hand through the back of his hair, âI know, I just- I just get worried about you, sâall. âSpecially when you land yourself in the hospital.â
âNo more jokes,â Bradley promises, and she gratefully parrots him, adding 'and no more crashes,'.
âAlright,â You hum, when itâs appropriate to speak, âIâm gonna run to the store. Brad, you should get back in bed, but- uh, again, youâre all welcome to stay for longer, if youâd like.â
âIâll go with you,â Your dad steps in, almost too close to be casual. You realize why, and that sinking feeling youâd been trying to ignore the entire morning comes back; He wants to know your secret.
âOkay,â You nod, trying to keep your composure even if your hands suddenly feel sweaty, âWe wonât be gone long. Babe, get some rest, I mean it.â
You narrow your eyes at Bradley, then turn to Nick and Carole, âIf you stick around, will you be on babysitting duty? Donât let him wander around too much.â
âWill do,â Nick nods once, firmly, âCome on, Lieutenant, you heard your orders.â
âAlright, alright,â He gripes, rolling his eyes exasperatedly as Nick pats his back. He moves towards you, stepping across the kitchen tile to kiss you goodbye.
âGet me some cheetos,â He pleads, face only inches away from your own. He leans in and his mouth moves against yours as he speaks, âThe jalapeno ones?â
âOkay,â You giggle, dragging out the last syllable. You use his lips to chase away your nerves, letting his sweet touch drown out the thoughts in your head. You kiss him briefly once, then twice, and send him off to bed with a quick nudge of your nose against his own.
âBye,â Your dad flashes one hand in a quick wave as you call, âBe back soon!â.â
He doesnât make his move the second the door shuts, he waits until you get going down the road in Bradleyâs Bronco before opening his mouth.
âSo,â He tries coming off as casual but you wouldnât buy it in a million years, âWhat was Carole talking about earlier?â
âI didnât want to tell you,â You confess, suddenly very invested in checking your blind spot even though itâs clear, âI wanted to keep it private. I didnât even want her to know.â
âWell, she knows everything,â Your dad shrugs, discerning eyes glancing at your own guarded ones through the mirror, âAnd Iâm usually out of the loop. Can we change that just this once?â
âDad-â You scoff at his persistence, running a hand over your face and slapping it back onto the wheel, âSomething happened between Bradley and I before the crash.â
âSomething happened,â Your dad muses, brain trekking heartbreakingly positive routes, âYou⊠paid off the cars? You bought a pet? You- oh god, donât tell me youâre pregnant.â
âNo!â You gush, but itâs not for a lack of sex, merely your use of contraceptives, âI- um, he asked me to marry him.â
You feel cruel when you see his face light up. Itâs like the inflation of a balloon, features rising in joy until his eyes shine like the sun, âOh, honey, thatâs amazing. Congratulations! Have you set a date, or- or a venue, or-â
âI said no.â
The balloon deflates slightly. A tiny puff of air escapes it, like youâve released your fingers around its spout for only a second. His eyes dull slightly, and his smile is cautiously still stretching his cheeks.
âWhat?â
âI said no, dad.â You repeat, voice aching in your throat, âI said no, and I left him.â
âYou left him?â Your dadâs voice mirrors your own, bordering on shaky as his brain reprograms its image of you two, âYou- you said no and you left him?â
âYeah,â You whimper, the word coming out far weaker than you wish it did. Your mouth turns down so that you can bite the inside of your bottom lip, desperately withholding a sob.
âWhy?â
Thatâs the million dollar question. The one you know the answer to, but donât want to admit to anyone. You left because you were scared of getting hurt, and now youâre lying to everyone because youâre scared theyâll see you as a coward. Youâre scared theyâll think youâre scared.
Youâre scared theyâll know youâre scared.
You want to tell your dad that you donât know. You want to tell him that it had been a fit of insanity, that youâd been cured with a walk around the block and that youâd kissed and made up just that night. But you swallow your nerves, squaring your shoulders as you make a right turn, âI was scared.â
Youâd admitted it to Carole in the hospital, but sheâd seen right through you, sheâd forced your confession. Doing it now, by choice, makes you feel like youâre taking a step forward. Itâs like youâre actually cracking down on the promise youâd made to yourself days ago, that youâd stop running just to self-destruct. Youâre not facing your dad in the seat but it feels like youâre facing off with some sort of formless, panic-driven entity that encapsulates him, and slowly youâre chipping away at it.
âI was scared because marriage seems so much more than dating does. Weâve been dating- forever. The only thing marriage would have changed was that weâd have a paper telling us we loved each other. I mean,â You laugh, but the sound is reminiscent of a sob, â-we always joked about being too lazy to get married. That we didnât do it for 20 years because we already practically were, and we didnât wanna waste gas money for some preacher to tell us we were. But- but anyways, after Javyâs crash, I was remembering Nickâs, and I started worrying about Bradley. I was sad and scared for Nick and Javy, I couldnât imagine being in that situation with Bradley. So when he asked me to marry him, it felt like if I said yes Iâd be signing onto that. I- I know thatâs dumb, and thatâs not what saying yes meant. But I had this awful panic running through my head; that he could crash at any point in time, and if I didnât get out soon, Iâd be heartbroken and terrified like everyone else was, and I didnât wanna go through that again. So I- I said no, and I told him I couldnât love him anymore, and I left, because I thought that Iâd be okay if I just didnât marry him. Like I could have- moved on in the two days I wasnât living with him, or something. Like if I just wasnât formally dating him, or married to him, I wouldnât be hurt if he was.â
âAnd-â You break away, voice trembling and nose running, âIt didnât even work. I walked out, and he still crashed, and I still got hurt. I didnât solve anything, I- I made it worse. I made it so much worse, dad.â
Youâve turned into the grocery store parking lot, and a terrible, stiff, heavy silence hangs over the car while you park it. You wait until you shut it off, engine puttering out and body no longer humming, to look at him.
Heâs staring at his lap, crystal-clear tears sliding down his cheeks. He isnât looking at you, but youâre sure he knows youâre looking at him, and it turns your stomach in a nauseous whirl.
You stare for five seconds before he speaks. Five agonizing, soul-crushing, terrifying seconds where you think you might be on the verge of being disowned.
âI was never good at commitment,â His small voice breaks the silence, and the breath that he drags in to push the words out is shaky, âAnd- neither was your mom. Obviously. So I shouldnât be surprised that it runs in the family. But- but Y/N, you left? You have been in love with Bradley since before you could say the word, I mean he- he was the only one that could get you to stop crying before your naps as a kid! You wouldnât sleep unless he was in the room, Iâm surprised Nick and Carole didnât move him in with us.â
âI know,â You croak, but heâs not finished.
âI- I understand your thought process.â He assures you, âItâs flawed, but I understand how your brain conjured it up. You were trying to save yourself, and I understand that instinct. I just canât believe it happened between you two. I mean, you were fated, I thought you two would set the world record for longest relationship. You were gonna go gray together, you were gonna have a thousand kids, and-â
âDad!â You cry, a sob shaking your chest, âI know. I get it. Youâre making this worse.â
âHow could I possibly make this worse?â He laughs incredulously, but thereâs not a shred of humor in his voice, âY/N, I-â He lowers his voice, cutting some of the exasperation out of his tone, âI donât even understand, why is he- oh.. my god.â
âHe doesnât know,â Your dad concludes, head knocked back against the headrest, âHe doesnât know you left him because he has amnesia.â
âYeah,â You confirm, voice meek and shameful, âI- I was gonna leave after I knew he was okay. But then- then Carole figured us out, and she said it would be better if I pretended for now, because he was probably scared and he needed my comfort in the moment. She said to just let him remember on his own time and then address it, to- to not overwhelm him with a plane crash and a breakup.â
âBut I- I thought heâd have his memory back by now,â You sniffle, wiping your nose with your hand, caring little about the mess, âThe doctor said minutes, I didnât think itâd go on for days. And now Iâm starting to get worried, will- will he ever remember? Am I supposed to lie to him for the rest of my life? Or am I supposed to leave again, to confess and break his heart a second time? I donât know what to do, dad!â You feel like a little girl, sobbing in her fatherâs lap, âPlease, I- I donât know what to do.â
Youâre immensely relieved when he reaches over to take your hand. Youâve spent the last two weeks disgusted with yourself, and for your dad to react the way he did, you were afraid he felt the same. But he squeezes your hand tight, and youâd complain about how it squished your fingers together if it were any other situation.
âHoney,â His voice trembles, and you recall the only times youâve ever seen him cry. After Gooseâs accident, of course, when youâd broken your arm at the park when you were twelve, when the dog heâd gotten for you as a birthday present passed on. Heâs a man of very little tears, so seeing them now moves you.
âI love you,â He promises, and youâre glad that hasnât changed, âAnd Iâm always going to, even if you do the wrong thing. And this was wrong, that- that was the wrong thing. But I think you can make it right again, and if you need my help doing that, itâs yours.â
âThanks, dad,â You gush through a faceful of tears, a wet mess sliding down your chin and soaking through the neckline of your shirt, âI- I want to make it right. Carole thinks heâll take me back if I apologize. And I want to, I want to apologize.â
âYeah,â Your dadâs brows raise and he sniffles, wiping a tear from his face, âYeah, thatâs a good start. I think heâd forgive you for just about anything, I- I donât know that you could ever drive him away.â
âThatâs what Carole said," You recall, and you feel guilty for the hope it gives you.
âBut that doesnât mean it didnât hurt him.â Your dad reminds you, and you nod.
âIâm gonna grovel.â You decide, âLike, hardcore, begging on my knees, âIâll-do-anything-for-you-to-forgive-meâ groveling.â
âI think thatâs your best bet,â Your dad lets out a huff of laughter, smearing away another tear, âI think you can do it. But I canât promise itâll be easy.â
âI know,â You lament, âBut- but I donât care. Iâll do it even if it's hard. Heâs worth fighting for.â
âThatâs my girl,â Your dad grins, squeezing your hand. It feels like youâre back on the peewee soccer field at age four after scoring a goal. You squeeze back, and have a sudden hankering for orange slices.
âOkay, letâs stop fucking crying,â He breathes, wiping at his eyes overzealously and sniffling hard. You should have known heâd pump up the dramatics, even in serious situations.
âAlright,â You laugh wetly, the sound infused with hope you wouldnât feel if it werenât for your dad, âDo you think theyâll be able to tell we were crying?â
You share a quick once-over with your dad, clocking his red eyes, puffy towards the bottom, and equally rosy nose. Youâre sure your face is just as swollen, and he cracks a grin.
âNah,â He shakes his head, âDefinitely not.â
The next thing you share is a laugh, cranking the carâs AC on high so that your tears dry up quicker. Maybe theyâll even freeze right on your cheeks, so that you can save them and defrost the memory later to feel your dadâs love again.
--
âYou heard the lady,â Nick calls to Bradley when he reaches for the dish heâd abandoned in the sink, âHead to bed, Brad. Iâll finish the dishes.â
âItâs one plate!â Bradley gripes, but Caroleâs dangerous glances towards him works just as effectively as it had when he was younger, and he grumbles, âFine.â
âSweet dreams,â Nick jeers after him as he shuffles back to your shared bedroom, but Carole nudges him towards the sink with a scoff.
âStop teasinâ him, and get to work, busboy. I expect the counters wiped, too!â
âCall me goddamn Cinderella,â Goose grumbles, but heâd wipe down the floor before every step she took if she asked him to. He gets to work with no protest.
Carole treads carefully down the hallway, hoping her son is dressed sufficiently for her presence in the room. She finds him swapping out his pillow for yours, and she lingers in the doorway with a careful smile.
âHey, babycakes. Gonna nap?â
âMaybe,â Bradley nods, hair already mussed from the pillow, âThanks for staying, mom.â
âOf course, baby,â Her heart aches for her son, being on the brink of death and not even remembering it. Being so close to losing his life and not knowing how it felt. Just knowing that it happened; knowing that it didnât happen.
âYou told me when you were twelve that you were too old for me to tuck you in,â She pushes off of where sheâs leaning against the doorway, coming around the bed to Bradleyâs side to fuss with the blankets, âBut youâre probably still weak from the crash, and you couldnât push me away if you tried.â
He lets out a laugh, one thatâs rife with exhaustion but genuine all the same, as she digs her hands beneath his sides, tucking the comforter beneath him. She braces her hands on the mattress to lean down and kiss his forehead, and when she does, the tips of her fingers are pricked by the sharp corner of something she canât see under the pillow beside him.
âOuch! What-â She hisses, nearly face-planting over Bradleyâs shoulder as she lifts the pillow. She stiffens when she realizes itâs a picture of you, framed in black wood and probably missing from his nightstand.
âI- Iâm sorry.â She mumbles as he lays frozen and awkward in place, âI didnât mean to pry. It just- it was sharp, and I was confused. If I'd known-â
âItâs alright, mom.â Bradley promises weakly, clearly embarrassed by her discovery, âDonât worry about it.â
Carole is worried. She moves in again for the forehead kiss, letting it linger against Bradleyâs forehead for a second longer than she needs to. She fights back tears when she pulls away, barely able to muster a smile.
âSheâs just goinâ to the store,â She teases sweetly, âSheâs not shippinâ off to war. Thatâs your job.â
âYeah,â He laughs weakly, âI know. I just miss her.â
She agrees as she combs through his caramel-colored hair with one hand, âYeah? Tell me about it, baby. Whatâs going on?â
She wants to hear it from him. She wants to know exactly what heâs thought of your careful deception, and see if she can offer him even miniscule relief towards your possibly suspicious behavior. Itâs hard playing a double agent, but she loves you both too much to pick a side.
âMom,â He takes a long pause before speaking, gnawing on the inside of his cheek like itâs gristle heâs working through, âI lied.â
She racks her brain, were the pancakes not good? Did he not want her to tuck him in? Does he wish theyâd gone home so that he could have a moment of silence?
âOh, yeah? About what, baby?â
âIâŠâ Bradley starts, looking like the words are making him nauseous, rolling his stomach as they crawl out of his mouth, âI remember everything.â
Caroleâs the one thatâs going to be sick. Her stomach has only dropped so fast twice in her life, receiving the news of both of her boysâ crashes. Itâs the hardest thing in the world to keep a straight face, but she allows it to drop slightly so that it looks like sheâs just shocked by the news.
âWhat?" Perhaps her voice is louder than it should be, but she can't control it, "Your memories are back?â
âYeah. I- I remember it all. And Mom-â
âBrad,â Nick calls from down the hallway, barreling into the room in his typical dramatic , âYou- she said your memories are back?â
They freeze like heâs torn an irreparable hole in the delicate conversation. Heâs always had a habit of bringing life into a room, but the subject matter had been killing them both, and his energy is the opposite of what they both need to finish it.
âYeah, dad.â Bradley breathes, a sheen of uncontrollable tears glazing over his eyes that he prays no one sees, âI remember everything.â
âThatâs great!â Nick cheers, giddy demeanor slowly dying as no one else smiles, â...Isnât it? Whatâs- why are you crying, Brad?â
Carole turns to see for herself, and swallows a sob as she reaches over to wipe the single tear away that had managed to escape down his left cheek. At her touch his face crumples, and what must be a million more tears flood his face.
âWoah, hey,â Nick sits at the end of the bed, face finally drained of all happiness, âWhatâs the matter, Brad?â
âSâokay baby,â Carole promises, her own voice shaky, âYouâre okay, Bradley. You can talk to us, you can tell us anything. Whatâs the trouble?â
âShe left.â Bradley whimpers, overhead light illuminating every single crystalline tear that rushes in a waterfall down his face. He gasps for breath, choking on a cry when he tries to speak over it, âShe- she left me!â
âBradley,â Carole rushes to soothe him, smoothing her hands over his cheeks and slipping one behind his neck, âSit up baby. Come here, sit up, talk to us.â
He lets Nick help her tug him off of the mattress, and he slumps forward into Caroleâs embrace when she pulls him into a hug. He doesnât even turn his head to bury his face into her shoulder, he just cries against her, limp like a ragdoll.
She presses rapidfire kisses to his temple, tears flowing down her own cheeks. She heard your side of the story first, she knows you had your reasons and your fears and your regrets, but watching Bradley fall apart is planting an ugly seed of anger towards you within her chest. She hates it because she loves you, but she wants her son to be okay again.
âBrad-man,â Nick splutters warily, âY/N? Bud, she just went to the store. Sheâll be back in, like, an hour, tops. No need for tears, son.â
âNick,â Carole hisses, wishing she wasnât so angry with him for not knowing the truth. She shouldnât either, so she pets Bradleyâs hair down to distract herself from giving anything away, âBaby, what do you mean?â
âShe left,â Bradley repeats, crying defeatedly, his posture slumped and his tears thick and plentiful, âI asked her to- to marry me, and she left.â
Nick is finally silent. His spine stiffens, and Carole guesses a shiver ran up it. He looks at her bewilderedly, bordering on horrified, and she stares back, wishing for the third time in her life that she could turn back time.
âBrad,â Nick starts carefully, voice weak, âDo you- do you think you might be misremembering things, bud? I trust you, and- and obviously this means a lot to you. But that- maybe your concussionâs messinâ with your head. Are you sure that happened?â
âIâm sure, dad.â Bradley had the option to respond with a lot more malice than he chooses to, the words coming out miserable instead, âShe left me, and now sheâs pretending she never did, because she thinks I donât remember.â
âShe left you,â NIck repeats, still skeptical, âAnd sheâs- sheâs lying? Why would she-â
âI hope she never stops,â Bradley croaks, throat raw from sobs, âI hope she lies to me forever.â
Caroleâs breath is knocked out of her chest. She manages a soft, teary, âWhat?â, and Bradley straightens up from where heâd been lying in her embrace.
âShe left two weeks ago,â Bradley recalls, a stray sob bouncin his chest, âAnd- and it was hell. I lived in hell for two weeks. I thought sheâd stay with Phoenix or something, but I- I checked, and her location was always some cheap motel. At first I thought- well, I was worried she was seeing someone else, or something. Yâknow, motels have,â He sniffles, â-bad reputations. So I didnât go see her. I thought she was over me or something. But sheâs- thatâs not her. Thatâs not my girl. So I was going to show up on Friday, give her until the end of the week to cool off, and bring her flowers. Chocolates, ice cream, movies-â He rambles, âWhatever. I wanted to make her fall in love with me again. But- I mean, that didnât fucking work, did it?â
Caroleâs too distraught to scold him for his language. He deserves it, he deserves to climb onto the roof and shout âfuck!â as loud as he wants. The situation is truly fucked, thereâs no other word for it.
Her chest ripples with a sob, and Nickâs hand comes to rub her back. Up and down, in soft, soothing motions that remind her why she fell for him.Â
âAnd- and then I woke up in the hospital, and my head was fuzzy, and my memories were gone. And the doctor told me I had amnesia, and she- she freaked. She ran off, she made that shitty bathroom excuse. I thought she was just going to cry, and- and didnât want anyone seeing her. But everything came back to me while you two were outside,â Bradley glances guiltily at Carole, â-and- and I was gonna beg her to stay when she came back. But then- she asked to kiss me,â He whimpers, face held tight in a twisted grimace as he tries not to sob again, â-and I had a choice. I realized she was pretending, that- that it never happened. And I could choose to confess to remembering the truth, and lose her all over again, or-â Bradley shuts his eyes, squeezing a tear out of the left one, âOr pretend I didnât know. And I wanted her- I needed her, so I pretended. I let her kiss me, and I let her-â He sniffles hard, âI let her hold my hand, and I let her feed me, and I let her lie to me. I loved it,â He cries, shoulders shaking with sobs, âI loved it when she lied to me. And I donât want her to stop. At- at first, I thought sheâd confess. That sheâd tell me so that we could forgive and forget, or- or at least move forward. Because I want to, I want to forgive her, I already have, but she just wonât tell me anything happened. She was so-â He considers, voice heavy with despair, âSo sweet in the hospital. It felt like nothing had happened at all, and I thought we could go back to that. We got so damn close,â He recalls, âWe were- we were in the hospital room, alone, and she was just starting to tell me, and a fucking nurse walked in. We were this close!â Bradley sobs, fingers held a few tantalizing centimeters apart, âBut now- now she keeps dodging the questions, and I started realizing that she-â He sniffles roughly, â-she might not want me back. She might leave if she knows I know. Sheâs doing it out of pity,â He chokes on his words, âSo now I canât tell her. Now I have to lie unless I want to lose her.â
Nick looks sick to his stomach, and Carole feels the same. Theyâre sharing horrified glances, but neither wants to berate him for lying to them. Nick reaches out to hold Bradleyâs hand, and he squeezes it reassuringly.
âI get it, Brad. I do. I- if you donât mind me asking, why did she leave? I thought-â He trails off, picking back up with even less confidence, âI thought you were soulmates, or something.â
âYeah.â Bradley breathes, nodding, âI did, too. But she- she told me she couldnât love me anymore. And I didnât want to make her.â
âShe told you she couldnât love you anymore?â Nick rears back to stare questioningly at Carole, âWhat does that mean?â
âSheâd been weird lately,â Bradley admits, âSort of withdrawn. She wasnât as enthusiastic in the mornings, when Iâd go to work. But she always seemed fine when I came back- great, even. And I just figured she wasnât sleeping right. But- but since Coyote crashed, I've been... scared. I had this sort of epiphany, that I could die any day and sheâd be left all alone. I could die before we got married, I could die before we had kids, I could die before I got to grow old with her. I mean, I knew it was a risk,â He reasons, âBut that was real. I watched that happen, and I watched his girlfriend sob in the waiting room, and I realized that could be Y/N. And I didnât want my girlfriend terrified outside my hospital room, I wanted to say goodbye to my wife. So I thought-â He wipes a tear from his cheek, rough enough to leave it stained red, âI thought if I married her, things would be better. More secure. And sheâd know that even if I died, Iâd love her forever. Because thatâs what marriage is, thatâs- thatâs what we were.â
âSo I ignored the way she was acting,â Bradley laments, âI- I pushed it aside as sleep deprivation, and I pulled out a ring, and I asked her if sheâd marry me. And she- she just flipped. Her eyes got all wide, and I kept waiting for her to say âyesâ, but- but she stood up instead, and she said no. She said she wasnât ready, that- that she couldnât do this. That she couldnât marry me, that she couldnât love me anymore. And I was-â He breaks into a sob, âI was so confused. I was so hurt, because- because what? What- where did that come from? I thought she loved me,â He cries, âI thought sheâd love me forever. And all of a sudden, she just canât anymore? What happened, did- did she not want to be with me forever? Was twenty years not enough? To convince her that I was enough? I was so terrified, and I had this disgusting, sinking feeling as she was rambling about it, and she headed for the door, and I- I panicked.â
Bradley pants between sentences, breathing heavy and labored as tears spill down his cheeks. âI followed her, and I caught her by the door, and I- I begged her not to go, I told her that we could work it out, that we didnât have to get married, that Iâd make everything okay again. But she still left,â Bradley cries, âShe still left me, and she didnât come back.â
âBradley,â Nick breathes, a hand on his knee, âShit, Brad. Iâm sorry.â
âBaby,â Carole croons, leaning in to brace her forehead against his temple, âBaby, Iâm so sorry. Sheâs- I wish she hadnât done that.â
âMe too,â Bradley laughs, a humorless huff after heâs gotten enough control of himself to where he doesnât sob, âBut- but sheâs pretending now. And if I confess to remembering, sheâll stop. And sheâll leave. Sheâs- sheâs doing it out of pity,â Bradley drearily repeats, âBecause she doesnât want to drop a bomb on me after I fell out of the sky. And I know itâs not right to take advantage of it, to- to lie, but if itâs what I have to do to keep her with me-â
âNo,â Nick shakes his head, âBrad, you canât lie forever.â
âI can,â Bradley insists, âDad, I have to.â
âYou canât,â Nick urges, âBrad, think about it. You really think sheâd be kissinâ you if she didnât love you? You think sheâd have slept in here with you last night if she didnât want to? You listen to me, boy. I donât know why she left. I donât know why she âcouldnâtâ love you all of a sudden. But I know itâs bullshit, âcause she does. Something happened, and you need to talk about it with her. But spending your entire life living a lie isnât right. That ainât fair, to you or her. Tell her, Brad. Tell her you know.â
âI canât! Not yet. Iâll- Iâll make her fall in love with me again. I know I can do it, I know I can convince her Iâm worth it. That she can keep loving me. Iâm not going to hold her captive, I just- I just want enough time to make her fall for me again, and then she wonât be lying about the love, then itâll be real love, and thatâs what I want. I canât tell her yet, not until she really loves me again.â
âYou have to tell her now, baby,â Carole concludes softly, gentle with her sonâs broken heart and panicked brain, âWouldnât it be better if she knew? Then you could talk, and- and kiss and make up, that sort of thing. This is- a lie, Bradley, even if it's only temporary in your mind. Youâre both lying to each other, and thatâs not love."
âItâs all Iâve got,â Bradley breathes, tilting his tear-stained, blotchy face towards the light overhead. His eyes are shut, delicately so, and his lashes are clumped with tears. He sniffles, nose scrunching, and takes a deep breath before looking back at his parents.
âI know she said she canât love me anymore, whatever that means. But like I said, Iâm gonna win her over again, mom. I need her to love me, and if my options are letting her lie to me, or losing her, then Iâm gonna let her lie to me until she doesnât have to anymore. Until itâs real.â
Carole wants to scream at her son. She wants to sit you down beside him and scream something along the lines of âWould you confess already? Tell each other the truth, and get married!â. But she chooses a gentler approach, leaning in to wipe away what she hopes is the last of Bradleyâs tears.
âI donât think you should avoid it, baby,â She hums, keeping her voice soft and sweet so that Bradley takes it as friendly advice, and not a motherâs nagging, âI think you should tell her that you remember it all, and ask her what went wrong. Ask her why she felt like she couldnât love you anymore, figure out what the problem was. Because if you know what the problem was, you can fix it.â
âBut what if I can't-?â Bradley hums, and Carole snaps.
âOh, of course you can fix it.â A residual dry sob splits her thought in half, âYou two could fix world hunger if you did it together. Your dadâs right. She still loves you, even if she thinks she canât. You might have to help her see that she still can, Brad. That she still does.â
âBut I could lose her.â Bradley concludes glumly, âAnd I canât lose her. So I canât tell her the truth. I- I thought I lost her today." His shoulders tighten as he remembers, "I was trying to stay awake the whole night, just in case she tried slipping out before morning. But she caught me, and she-â He lets out a sob that hurts his throat, âShe held me, and she lulled me to sleep, and Iâve never felt safer. But then I woke up, and she was gone, and the bed was empty, and- and I ran out to see if I could find her, and she was just in the hall. Talking to Mav. But I thought-â He canât finish his sentence, shaking his head instead and starting over, âI canât tell her the truth yet. Iâll lose her.â
Theyâre all running in circles, and itâs making Carole insane. She bites her lip to stop from confessing, then rises to her feet, Nick following after her.
âSleep on it,â She suggests, smoothing out the bedsheets where sheâd sat, âAnd sheâll be back by the time you wake up. I think you should tell her,â She repeats, âShe loves you, Brad. Goodnight.â
Nick takes his leave as well, nodding at his wifeâs words. Bradley slumps back against his- your pillow, one hand already snaking beneath the opposite one to retrieve your picture.
Nick barely waits until Caroleâs shut the door behind her before turning on her, âWhat the fuck?â
âMove,â She urges in a hissing whisper. She grabs his bicep, dragging him away from the door. She doesnât feel safe talking anywhere in the house, paranoid that Bradley could hear, but she pushes NIck down into a seat at the table, and huddles close to him to murmur, âI knew.â
âYou- you what?â Nickâs voice goes up in volume, and Carole is sure she spits a little bit when she shushes him.
âI knew,â She repeats, âI knew she left him. She told me at the hospital.â
âWhy am I never in the loop?â NIck groans, looking thoroughly confused, âWait, so you knew the entire time? Like, from day 1?â
âDay one of the hospital,â She nods, âShe didnât tell me when it happened, she waited until I asked where her ring was after his crash. I knew he was gonna ask her, but he told me to keep it a secret âcause he wanted to do a big reveal. But I noticed she didnât have it on in the hospital, and I asked, and she burst into tears. Started ramblinâ about how she was freaked out, and how she fled, and wasnât ever brave enough to come back.â
âWhy,â Nick presses, âWhy was she freaking out? Whatâs the âcanât love you anymoreâ bullshit?â
âShe got scared after Javy went down,â Carole recalls, âShe said it took her back to your crash, and she realized all of a sudden that it could happen to Brad, too. And she didnât wanna do that again, 'didnât wanna sit in a hospital chair and wait to see if someone she loved had stopped breathing. So sheâd been freakinâ out since Javy crashed, then all of a sudden Bradley proposes, and- bam,â She sighs, âEverything fell apart. I mean it was a recipe for disaster, the crash made her pull away, and it made him want to be closer than ever, and they never addressed it, so when they clashed, it just-â She rubs her temples, staring up at Nick through her lashes, âUnraveled. But this is good. This is- this is really good, Nick. He wants her back, he wants another shot. And so does she. Weâve been talkinâ, and she wishes sheâd never left in the first place. I told her she should confess later tonight, now- that was before I knew he already knows, of course. But- but theyâll talk tonight, and sheâll tell him what happened, and sheâll ask to fix things, and heâll want that, too. Itâs gonna be okay, Nick, theyâre gonna be okay. Theyâll be fine by the end of the night, I guarantee it.â
âMy head is spinning,â Nick scoffs, dragging a hand down his mustache and tugging lightly on the ends, âSo- so they both know, they just donât know they know, but we know that they know, and we know that they donât know they know, and-â He gives up, âI donât know.â
âThatâs about right,â Carole nods, eyes bugging for a moment before she heaves another sigh, âI think sheâs tellinâ Mav about it now. He overheard us talking about a secret, that secret. So when he volunteered to go shopping with her I figured he was gonna ask. And I donât think sheâd lie to him, I donât think she could if she tried.â
âThis is all so goddamn complicated,â Nick laments, clearing a crumb off of the table, but ultimately just flicking it onto the floor, âWe were easy, babe. I mean, we locked eyes and I was having visions of you in a white dress.â
âStop,â Carole gushes, but a smile is growing on her face, âLove is complicated sometimes! Doesnât mean itâs bad.â
âIâm just glad none of this shit happens to us,â Nick grins, holding out a hand, âYou and me, honey, weâre easy love.â
âDonât say it like that!â Carole gushes, though she gives him her hand willingly, âWhat are we, hippies?â
âI said easy, not free,â Nick laughs, âNothinâ about our wedding was free, baby.â
âBut youâd pay it all again, for me, wouldnât you?â She narrows her eyes unamused at him, and he squeezes her hand.
âHoney, Iâd spend every cent to my name just to be able to marry you over again.â Nick swears, and itâs the truth, they both know it. Carole gives him one of her sweet smiles, the one heâd fallen in love with, and each has renewed hope for you and Bradley. Youâre in love just the same as them, and if theyâve got it worked out, so will you.
--
Grocery shopping with your dad is harder than youâd remembered, because now youâre the adult paying with your own money, and heâs the child throwing cookies and chips galore into the cart. Youâre surprised you have any money left when you exit the supermarket, but youâre sure to pack 3 bags of Bradleyâs cheetos into your stash. You wonder how heâs doing; if heâs asleep, if heâs fighting his parents to stay upright while they try to get him to rest, if heâs suddenly remembered everything heâd forgotten and now theyâre helping him pack his things.
The thought of him leaving you makes your stomach burn white hot with fear, and you consider speeding home. But the load of groceries youâd gotten might have depleted any money youâd be able to pay the fine with, and youâre not keen on going to prison. So you and your dad drive home within the speed limit, and he helps you carry the bulging bags inside.
Youâre simultaneously desperate to see Bradley, and hoping that you donât when you walk in. On one hand, you hope heâs resting, napping in your bed like youâd asked him to. But on the other, if you donât see him when you walk in, that means he might not even be in the house, and maybe you were right to catastrophize, maybe heâs gone, maybe heâs left you and asked his parents to drive him to the airport, and maybe heâs blocked you and told his teammates how awful you are, and-
And his parents are sitting on the couch. They turn back to smile at you when you come in, and both stand to help you with your bags. Your dad insists that he can manage all five that heâd lifted out of the car, but youâre eager to let Nick steal two of yours, and Carole takes the last one even though you tell her you can manage.
You busy yourself with putting the groceries away, and your dad busies himself with raiding the bags for the snacks heâd picked out. Youâre sure heâll slip a $20 into your purse later, heâs never let you pay for him, but he loves teasing you like heâll dine and dash.
âAlright,â He announces, with hands full of junk food, âIâm outta here. Iâm gonna head back home, I need to stock my pantry, then make dinner.â
âAnd that dinner wouldnât be mint chip oreos, would it?â Carole raises an unimpressed brow at him and his junk food stash, and he rolls his eyes fondly at the woman.
âNo. Penny has requested a very complicated pasta dish for tonight that I need at least three hours to make in case I mess up the first batch and need to restock ingredients to try it again. I think sheâs testing me.â
âGood luck, buddy.â Nick claps your dad on the back, âHope you pass.â
âYeah,â Your dadâs eyes go wide, a sigh escaping him, âMe too. Y/N, uh-â
âTell him.â Carole cuts in, eyes as intense as youâve ever seen them despite the smile on her face. You know she means business, and you donât blame her.
Nick doesn't look confused by her cryptic, vague statement, and you assume sheâs filled him in. You suppose itâs only fair, because your dad knows now, too, but you hadnât planned on making it a public affair. Nick doesnât seem to despise you, though, in fact he sends you a reassuring smile as he herds Carole to the door.
âWeâre going, too. Heâs asleep,â He nods toward your bedroom, âTell him, honey.â
Your suspicions are confirmed; he knows. You nod hesitantly, watching them pile into the entryway and take their empty grocery bags with them. All except for your dad, of course, who packs his snacks into one. Youâre hit with an overwhelming sense of being blessed, not necessarily with divine miracles, but with people who just might be them. Theyâve come, theyâve given you food, love, and encouragement, and theyâre leaving so that you can have a chance at fixing up the best part of your life.Â
If they notice your teary eyes when you wave goodbye, they donât mention it.
The groceries are put away, and you have no desire to take down the decorations. Not when youâre aching with fatigue, not when your emotions have gotten the best of you for two weeks. You donât have much energy for anything anymore, and you havenât since youâd left Bradley. You wonder, if the worst happens, and he doesnât forgive you, will you ever stop being tired? Is it Bradley that energizes you, is it the love that heâs so ready and willing to give you that keeps you going?Â
Youâd like to think youâd be able to pick yourself back up, dust yourself off, and move on with your life, but after twenty years of loving Bradley and being loved back by him, you know this is the only life worth living.
You drag your exhausted limbs down the hallway, cracking open the door to find that Nick was telling the truth - heâs fast asleep.
Heâs on his stomach, his cheek squished sideways against the pillow. Heâs snoring lightly, a sound that you should despise, but that prompts a grin over your face. You feel nothing but soft, sweet love for him in this moment, your snoozy boy.
Youâre more than happy to crawl in beside him, barely remembering to take your shoes off before getting beneath the sheets. Itâs warm beneath the blanket, the safe kind of warmth that draws you in with the promise of drowsy cuddles and whispered proclamations of love. You do just that as you snuggle up to Bradleyâs side, adoring the way that he moves in his sleep to curl around you even if he doesnât know youâre there.
âI love you, Brad,â You whisper against his temple, kissing his hairline and the prickly whisps that sit at its border. Heâs roused from his sleep from how close youâd spoken to his ear, and it looks physically painful for him to open his eyes. He does, though, lifting his face so that his chin perches on your chest. He blinks blearily at you, once, twice, probably drowsy out of his mind.Â
âHm?â
His voice is groggy, thick with sleep. Itâs the most endearing sound youâve ever heard, and you crane your neck forwards to bump your nose into his as you repeat it: âI love you, Brad.â
His typical puppyish aura becomes more cat-like as he smushes his face into your own, nose smearing against your skin and forehead bumping into yours. He hums deep in his throat, happy to have you beside him as his hands wind tightly around your waist.
âLove you too, babe.â He rasps, âGonna sleep wâme?â
âYeah,â You whisper, smoothing his hair out of his face, âLay down, baby, Iâll rub your back.â
His only reply is plopping his face back down into your chest, cheek chubbed up where it rests on your shirt. Heâs out like a light almost as soon as you start raking your fingers up and down his back, ghosting them over his skin like youâre trying to do it without him knowing.
You know heâs sleeping by now, you know he doesnât need you to keep doing it, but the fact that you get to feels like a gift, and you occupy yourself with the task of scrawling random designs over his back for a few minutes longer. Swirls and waves turn into a curve down his spine, and then you connect it with an identical one over his other side; a heart. One heart becomes two, then three, and all of a sudden heâs covered in them. Youâre carving paths into his skin, digging heart-shaped trenches down his back like youâre walking the same path in a dirt road every single day. You wonder if heâd look good with them tattooed, an expansive mural of your love on his back for only you to see.
All of a sudden hearts arenât enough.
I
LOVE
YOU
You trace letters into his back, your nail scraping slightly on every curve of your finger. He shivers slightly at the bottom half of the âyâ, and you bite back a giggle as he nestles further into you.
You donât stop there.Â
YOU
ARE
CUTE
It seems only appropriate with the way heâs snuggled up to you like a sleepy puppy, desperate to press every inch of his body against your own.Â
I
LOVE
YOU
Again, then- your breath catches in your throat as you remember.
IâM
SORRY
Tears prick at your eyes when his arms tighten infinitesimally around your waist, a sleepy hum oozing from his throat like sweet honey, slow and sugary. Youâre worried heâs awake, that heâs caught onto what youâre doing, and wants to talk. You know you have to tell him, you just donât want to.
But he settles without so much as the blink of an eye, and you wait only a quick second to start using his back as your diary once more.
IâM
SORRY
IÂ
WISH
IâD
STAYED
I
LOVE
YOU
You feel absolutely pathetic. Tears have leaked down your face, sideways into the bases of your ears, creating an uncomfortable wet sensation that youâd rather there not be. Youâre trying to hold in a sob so that you donât wake him, but it hurts. Your throat aches from holding in your anguish, and your chest aches with the knowledge that everything youâve done with Bradley over the past few days could be your last time doing it with him. This morning could have been your last morning with him, this nap could be your last nap with him, the kiss you strain to press to his forehead could be the last kiss you ever give him. Itâs all too much, and your finger tapers off in its pursuit of tracing your love letters onto his back.
You wrap your arms around him instead, a difficult position to maintain while simultaneously trying to sleep, but all you want is to drift off in his embrace, just in case this is the last time youâll ever do it.
Between your exhaustion and your despair, the former wins out. You finally drift off into a dreamless sleep, burdened by the ever-present threat of this being the last day you can pretend like this. Youâre talking tonight, whether you like it or not, and the thought plagues what could have been a very relaxing, rejuvenating nap with your lover.
Instead you wake up possibly less refreshed than before, bleary eyes blinking despite a pounding headache behind your eyes. The sun has shifted over the blankets youâre under, and Bradley isnât on top of you anymore, heâs by your side. Youâve swapped positions, and you donât know how heâd managed to maneuver you onto his chest without waking you, but heâs always exceptionally careful with you, so youâre sure youâd slept like a baby the entire time.
Heâs still in his fuzzy pajamas, and you wish you were, too. Heâs holding his phone above your head, presumably scrolling through social media, or news headlines heâs forgotten about since his accident, and his eyes are fixed on the phone screen. You have a quick second to admire him before he realizes youâre up, and your eyes rove over his features. His lips are quirked up delicately in the corners, his mustache dipping down ever-so-slightly over his bottom lip. His eyes hold a fond look that reminds you of honey, paired excellently with his caramel-colored bedhead.
His color has returned completely; if you didnât get the call that heâd been an inch from death, you wouldnât know now. But you know his injuries are more internal, and youâre worried about how heâs laid you over his chest.Â
Youâre in no rush to let him know youâre awake, so you ogle him some more. He swipes left a few times at the screen, and you think he might be looking between pictures. Of what, youâre not sure, maybe a tiktok slideshow of cute cats or of Hangmanâs nieces at the playground. Youâve never met them, but the amount of pictures he sends of them makes it feel like you yourself gave birth to them.
He gets a notification and glances at it, but when his eyes drop back to the subject on the screen, they go lower than heâd intended, and he sees your open eyes blinking owlishly at him. In a second heâs forgotten about his phone, but he keeps it in his hand to avoid dropping it on your head.
His face doesnât light up, it blooms. Thereâs no jarring explosion of happiness, no sudden firework show of joy, but his grin widens smooth and steady, like a vine crawling a garden wall. His eyes ooze with adoration, and youâd kiss them if that wouldnât hurt him. His free hand tightens where it had been thrown around your waist, and he looks residually sleepy as he smiles down at you. He must not have woken very long ago.
âHi, angel,â He hums, and you feel his slightly raspy voice vibrate through his chest. He leans forward to nudge his nose against yours, and you reciprocate like a cat in need of affection. You wriggle up by his side, peering at his screen while simultaneously nestling yourself against him.Â
Itâs a picture of the two of you together.
Youâre at the zoo, and thereâs a giraffe behind you, eager to see if Bradleyâs phone contained any lettuce. It didnât, but after the animal had tested its theory Bradleyâs right speaker wouldnât work until he got it replaced. It was a very pricey snack. He gives you a moment to admire it, then swipes to the right, back to one of the pictures heâd been looking at before. Itâs you pressed up against the glass at the penguin exhibit, one of the little birds curiously following your finger against the glass. He swipes rapidly now, all through photos of you, most containing him as well.
You realize heâs looking only at pictures of you, and your heart just about stops in your chest. It doesnât know whether to swell with love for the boy, or shrivel at the knowledge that he might delete them when he knows the truth.Â
âOh, Brad,â You breathe, âYouâre looking at pictures of us?â
âMostly us. A lot of just you, though,â He admits, âIâm trying to jog my memory.â
Oh.
âOh.â You nod, âIs it-â You break off with a yawn, âIs it working?â
âNo,â His smile dims, âUh, not really. I donât know. Itâs like- I want them back, so this chunk of my life isnât just missing. But I almost died- and,â He stops, eyes no longer focused on the screen, merely staring through it, âI donât think I want to remember that.â
âIâm sorry, Brad.â You tell hum, because you are. Youâre sorry he canât remember anything, youâre sorry he will remember everything, and youâre sorry you remember everything. âIâd swap with you in a second,â You promise, but it means more than you let on. You yearn for amnesia, you wish you didnât have to remember making the stupidest mistake of your life and losing your love. Youâd fall out of the sky if it meant you could forget what youâd done to him that night.
âI wouldnât want you to,â He smiles sadly at you, kissing the crown of your head. âIâll get through it. Whatever happens, sâlong as Iâve got you.â
You hope he doesn't hear your voice tremble when you reply, âYeah. You've got me.â
Bradley resumes scrolling through pictures, and his lips quirk up more at each image he sees.
âRemember this?â He angles the phone further towards you, âWhen Mav almost fell off of that fishing boat, and my dad almost fell in trying to stop him?â
âAnd your mom almost fell in laughing,â You grin, tucking the expression into his neck, âWe should go fishing again, sometime.â
Hope blooms in his chest at your suggestion. Heâs being extra endearing today, intent on reminding you just how much you used to love him. He wants to make himself worth it for you, he wants you to want to love him again, and the fact that youâve suggested a future outing gives him hope that you might share that future together.
âWe should,â He agrees, swiping to see a photo of you in his baseball cap, holding up a fish youâd caught with a giddy grin.
âGood catch,â He praises you, rubbing his arm up and down your side, âHe looks surprised.â
âI would be too, if I ate a worm and it dragged me to some giants in a boat,â You shrug, âPlus, I let him go after. He was fine.â
âYouâre a very ethical fisherman,â Bradley muses, âMy dad only let his go because it flopped out of his hand.â
âHeâs accidentally ethical,â You giggle, âThe tail almost slapped him in the face.â
âI would have paid a fortune to see that,â Bradley gushes, his fingers digging ticklishly into your side, âLetâs hope he fishes up an old boot or something this time.â
âLike in a cartoon?â You rear back to laugh incredulously at Bradley, âI donât think people really fish up boots, Brad.â
âIâll chuck a boot in the lake just to see his face,â Bradley promises, and the giggles you two share harmonize the twang of your heartstrings.
The next photo Bradley swipes to is a New Yearâs Eve one, your traditional pose with a much more confident kiss, this time around. Itâs from this past year, and you marvel at how much youâve both grown since the awkward teens youâd seen earlier.
âOh, that reminds me,â You gush, almost kneeing him in the already-cracked ribs as you scramble for the photo album on the bookshelf, âLetâs look at these, Brad, theyâre so cute.â
He almost points out the failure in your logic, even if he does want to see the pictures. He nearly asks you why youâd look at incredibly old pictures to jog recent memories, but then all of a sudden heâs hit with the thought that those might help his case, and he shuts up. He wants you to remember how much you used to love him, or, if you still do, how it was once worth it for you to do so. How once upon a time, you could love him, and maybe if you see enough baby pictures of the two of you together, loving each other since youâd opened your eyes for the first time, that maybe youâd decide you could love him again.
You rush back to the bed with the cover already cracked, though you show it off with a gooey grin, âYou were enamored with me from the moment you saw me, Brad.â
âOf course I was,â He laughs, ringing his arm around your neck to hug you tight to his side while you flip to the first page. He peers at your scrunched-up baby face, vague memories of kissing your nose flashing through his mind from when you were younger, and it was the only thing that could get you to stop crying.
âYouâve always been the prettiest thing Iâve ever seen,â He swipes a finger over a photo of you together, stroking it along your cheek where he was feeding you mushed-up green beans. âSee? I was so entranced I didnât even notice you were about to kick me.â
He points to your tiny foot, clothed in a onesie with dogs on it, and poised ready to fire. Youâd bet money that right after the photo had been taken, you had launched your foot into his knee, and you hope little Bradley wasnât brought to tears over it.Â
âSorry, baby,â You hum, voice just as sticky-sweet as your kiss is against his cheek. He leans into it, but youâre not expecting it, so you smear a bit more spit over his face than youâd intended to. However, when you laugh incredulously and try to wipe it off, he wriggles away from your shirtsleeve, insisting on keeping the mark.
âNo! I fell out of the sky three days ago,â Bradley gripes, head held high, âI get to keep all of the gross kisses you give me.â
âIâd launch a gross kiss attack if I wasnât worried about hurting your ribs,â You lament, settling back into his side, âOh, Brad, look at this one!â
It was your first Halloween together. Bradleyâs sporting a yellow hat in the picture, with bear ears on top, and a red shirt over his chubby baby belly. His pants are the same shade as his hat, and youâre the Piglet to his Winnie the Pooh as you sit in a pink onesie and matching ear-hat in his little lap.
You tug the photo out of its sleeve, reading Caroleâs neat inscription on the back: Bradley cried just a few minutes after we took this, because we looked away for a second and when we turned back he was feeding Y/N a snickers bar. We didnât mean to yell, but we freaked out and spooked him, and he wouldnât stop crying unless we told him he could finish the rest of the bar. Winnie the Pooh does NOT like raised voices.
âCrybaby,â You tease, and Bradley groans.
âI was a kid! They yelled at me! Of course I cried!â
âPoor baby, you just wanted to feed me chocolate,â You croon, turning sympathetic at the sight of his exasperated brown eyes, âYouâve always been good to me, Brad.â
âAlways,â He promises, squeezing you tighter, then pointing at the next page over, âAw, look at this one. They dressed you up as the turkey for thanksgiving.â
âWe fell asleep in front of the fire,â You recall, not from memory but from the stories youâve been told, and the pictures youâd seen, âWe were both milk drunk and stuffed from dinner.â
âStill nappinâ together all these years later,â Bradley grins, leaning in to brush his nose against yours.
âLetâs nap together forever,â You sigh as you nestle your cheek back against his arm. His confidence builds the more you suggest a future together, and he thinks that what his dad had been telling him might have been right; maybe you do still love him, maybe itâs not a lie. Maybe you do just need a little convincing, and heâs happy to show you how great he can be for you.
âHereâs my first snowman,â Bradley hums, pointing to a picture thatâs exactly as it was described. Youâre on vacation together and heâs the snowman, bundled in a thousand layers of winter gear and still shivering from the cold as Nick piles snow around him in three tiers. You're sitting off to his left, eating a chunk out of his icy side.
âYour little nose is so red!â You croon, nearly melting in fondness for baby Bradley, âHe was so mean!â
âIâm surprised I didnât get frostbite. I bet my mom gave him the lecture of a lifetime for that one.â Bradley snickers, âMav probably had to take us both into the other room so she could swear.â
âShe swore at me the other day,â You recall, and Bradleyâs eyes nearly bug out of his head.
âWhat? Why?â
You realize too late that you canât really tell him the reason, but you shake your head dismissively, âIt was when we were at the hospital. She was just stressed, âs all.â
Bradleyâs half worried about his mom, and half worried about you. Heâs concerned that his accident had stressed her out enough to swear, something she never did, but heâs concerned that it had been at the wrong time for you, that sheâd only made your secret situation worse by snapping at you for something unrelated.Â
You just hope he never finds out that sheâd known from the start.
âLook,â You prompt, âThereâs another picture of us napping in here, right-â You flip through a substantial amount of pages, âHere.âÂ
Your finger lands on a photo of you and Bradley at fifteen, harboring crushes on each other almost too big to hide. It seems like everyone but yourselves had known you were going to get together, and you flash your dadâs inscription on the back at him with an exasperated smile.
Next time, Iâm making them leave the door open when they study.
Youâre definitely not doing anything scandalous, but years in the navy had taught your father to be hypervigilant around men. Heâd rather you be with Bradley than absolutely anyone else in the world, of course, he knew the boy was kind-hearted, but he was still a boy, and it was difficult for him to be one-hundred percent on board with the situation while you were still teenagers.
Youâre slumped against each other on the bed, being held up only by the otherâs opposite weight. Youâre balanced precariously, and if either of you had shifted slightly, youâd both have toppled. But it seems youâd dozed off while reading a Physics textbook, and you donât blame yourself at all.Â
Youâre not sure youâve ever felt the phrase âwalking down memory laneâ to be more accurate. Each turn of the page, each rectangular piece of photo paper tucked beneath its cellophane sleeve really does transport you back in time, and you feel like youâre holding Bradleyâs hand while strolling through your memories. You want to steer clear of the dark, gaping hole on his own lane, and to do so, you flip to his twenty-first birthday photo.
Itâs not one that your parents had taken; they donât know it exists. Bradleyâs crouched beneath you as you spit a shot into his mouth, probably spilling some onto the gray fabric of his t-shirt. You had still technically been twenty at the time, and youâd had his birthday party at your mutual friendsâ apartment, with much less strict of a bouncer than the one at the bar. Youâd both gotten hammered that night, and he doesnât remember much, but Bradley can confidently say no one else got their shots by drinking them out of your mouth.
âThat was hot,â Bradley informs you, âWe should do that again soon.â
âYeah, I donât think concussions and alcohol mix,â You scoff, knocking your head against his own, âEase up on the booze, Brad.â
âOh, youâre such a worrier,â He teases, knowing full well youâre correct, âLook, thereâs graduation.â
The college photo of you two is printed smaller here, and if you were an artist, you could draw it from memory. Every detail, the sprig of grass stuck to Bradleyâs left sleeve, the slight squint to your eyes from the sun, everything is memorable because youâve stared at it so many times.Â
âThis is the one I keep under your pillow when youâre deployed,â You admit in a soft murmur, âItâs my favorite.â
Bradley means to respond to that, he really does. But thereâs nothing he can think of saying that would be sufficient, nothing that could possibly convey the love and adoration he feels for you. Nothing that could tell you how lucky he is to love you, and to have been loved by you for all these years. And how terrified he is to lose you. The word deployment strikes a sour chord in his chest, and all of a sudden heâs wondering how he ever left you in the first place. Being at home while you were at the grocery store sent him into a spiral, he doesnât know how he ever made it months without seeing you, hearing you, holding you.
âYou gave up the Naval Academy for me,â You recall when he doesnât respond, your voice quivering like a thin rope stretched tight, âI told you I was scared to go by myself, that I'd miss you, and you withheld your application from the academy. For me. Brad, you gave up your dream for me.â
It doesnât take him any time at all to respond this time around, because the answer is easy and honest: âThatâs not true. You were my dream, angel. You still are.â
âBrad,â Your face crumples, and you have to bury your face in his shoulder to withhold a sob. You clutch at the fabric of his shirt sleeve, heaving a heavy sigh once youâve collected yourself, âI love you, Bradley. I- I want to fill out the rest of this book with you,â You reach for the pages, sticking your thumb into the spot between them where the album goes thin. You flip to the empty pages, âI want to sit in a home with you and stuff this book full with pictures of us all old and gray.â You sniffle, âI want to be with you forever, I- I want our grandchildren- no, our great-grandchildren to take the last pictures in this book,â You blubber, âI- I just love you so much.â
I love you.
I want to fill out the rest of this book with you.
I want to be with you forever.
I love you so much.
He hadnât planned on rushing it. He wanted to draw it out, spend the next few days, weeks even, showing you how loved you are, and hoping you crawl out of your shell again, reciprocate the way you used to. But he canât wait anymore, not now that youâve told him youâre in this for life.
âSweetheart,â Bradley gropes for the first drawer of his dresser with a blind, frantic hand. He locates the ring in no time flat, his other arm nearly crushing you into his side as he yanks the jewelry free of the sock it had been hidden under. He shoves it towards you, unceremonious, rushed, and messy, but with all the tender sweetness in his heart:Â âY/N- Marry me?â
just a reminder in case you didn't read my author's note: life got in the way and I wasn't able to include their big talk in this part, but i've just extended it to a fourth part that will be posted next week! i'm sorry to keep you waiting longer, some very heavy stuff has gone on in my life lately and it was very hard to work on this. i hope you enjoyed, and i hope you understand! i'm sorry again for not finishing it when i said i would </3 buttt did you see the plot twist coming? i'm eager to hear what you think >:))))
feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!
1K notes
·
View notes
Okay I fucking love Priyanka Chopra and I want her to be the face claim of one of your insta blurbs đ„ș maybe older y/n? (the one you were recently talking about)
two things i miss: dadrry and tour, so this came naturally. enjoy !
SUBSCRIBE TO MY PATREON lots of more writing there
ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !
liked by harrystyles, jessicachastain and 2,306,001 others
yourinstagram Daddy took the pic (and also picked the outfit) đ€
view all 85,927 comments
ynfan1 AWEEEEE
harryfan1 this is so damn cute
selenagomez â€ïž
annetwist My cuties đ
ynfan2 malti is so adorableeee i could cry
harryfan2 smh i still canât believe harry is a DAD
harrystyles Fashion icon x
âł harryfan3 PLEASEEEE
liked by harryfan1, harryfan2 and 13,927 others
harryupdates Harry, YN and little Malti out in New York today đ„č
view all 1,028 comments
harryfan1 HAPPY FAMILY
harryfan2 SO CUTE
ynfan1 malti casually saying hi to the paps sheâs an icon
ynfan2 sheâs such an extrovert kid i love her
liked by harrystyles, taylorswift and 2,927,628 others
yourinstagram Getting glammed up for the final LA show đș#LoveOnTour
view all 87,927 comments
ynfan1 MY HEARTTT
harryfan1 this is so cute i canât take it
pillowpersonpp â€ïž
ynfan2 MALTIâS FIRST SHOW WAIT
arianagrande excuse me iâm melting đ„Č
harryfan2 AHHH
harrystyles Love you both so much.
âł harryfan3 my god i live dadrry so much
liked by harryfan1, ynfan1 and 14,927 others
ynupdates Malti saying hi to HER fans tonight !
view all 1,088 comments
ynfan1 STOOOOP
harryfan1 SHES SO ADORABLE
ynfan2 this is the first time little malti attends one of harryâs shows and she looks like sheâs having the time of her life đ
harryfan2 thatâs definitely harryâs kid
ynfan3 i love this family so bad
liked by harryfan1, ynfan2 and 15,927 others
harryupdates HARRY NOTICING MALTI IN THE CROWD TONIGHT đ„șđ„șđ„ș
view all 1,109 comments
harryfan1 MY HEART
ynfan1 I CANT DO THIS
harryfan2 heâs smiling so big oh my god dadrry
ynfan2 malti kept dancing and waving to everyone and having fun sheâs the coolest kid ever
harryfan3 GIRL DAD đ
//
"This is a very very special show," Harry said as he stood by his mic stand, "It's not only the last show here at LA, but it is also my daughter's first concert ever," at this, the crowd roared in screams and cheers, "She's right over there with her mum," he pointed at the VIP box of the arena, just to realize that no one was there, "Wait, she's not there, did she get bored of the show already?"
As the crowd laughed at his joke, he scanned the crowd again looking for his wife and daughter, only to spot them at the front of the barricade, his little girl waving at him frantically.
"There she is!" he cheerfully said, a huge smile appearing on his face, "Hi baby, I see you. Are you enjoying the show?" he got closer to them, bending down to press a small kiss on the girl's head, "Oh no! You can't take that, daddy needs that to sing," he said when he realized that the baby was grabbing his mic, trying to take it from him, "I guess she loves the stage already."
The crowd went absolutely crazy over the interaction, recording it and taking pictures that would make the internet go crazy too.
//
liked by harryfan2, ynfan2 and 16,927 others
harryandyn THIS IS SO ADORABLE SHE JUST WANTED THE MIC
view all 117 comments
harryfan1 AHH
ynfan1 sheâs just like harry
harryfan2 DADRRY IS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO US
ynfan2 MY HEART
liked by yourinstagram, selenagomez and 10,927,018 others
harrystyles Love On Tour. Los Angeles XV. January, 2023
view all 82,928 others
harryfan1 NOO I CANT
annetwist â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
jefezoff Little rockstar
ynfan1 cutest picture ever
harris_reed Little angel princess đ
harryfan2 A DAD
yourinstagram The best daddy in the world đ€
harryfan3 this just added 912628 years into my life
taglist: @lightsoutstyles @willowpains s @straightontilmornin @sleutherclaw @gimsaysay @hazzassmirk k @platinumbarbie143 @musicforcinemas @celesteblack08 @scntfrhs @eleanordaisy @lomlolivia @iceebabies @iloveshawn @be-with-me-so-happily @watermelonsugacry @rayisthehoe @drewrry
727 notes
·
View notes
tiktoks enhypen would make with you.
happy 3 years of enha!!! to celebrate here's my first ot7 enha headcannon !! i hope you guys enjoyyyy.
genre: fluff. established relationship.
warning: links to tiktok. i do not know anyone in the videos below. not proof read.
LEE HEESEUNG â§âËâàŒâ§
he's not one to outwardly ask to make tiktoks with you, or be really on top of current trends. however, you thought it would be funny to record his reaction to you playing the "water" song associated with the tiktok trend to see if he would look over. it was something most people were doing with their boyfriends and it looked funny. heeseung was well aware of the "water" trend and even did the dance for you one night to make you laugh. however, he did not know people were testing their boyfriends to see if they would look over in attempt to see a girl doing the sensual dance on the screen. so when you take the video you both can't help but laugh uncontrollably. watching him playfully sulk in the corner was also an added plus.
PARK JONGSEONG â§âËâàŒâ§
a lot like heeseung, jay is aware of tiktok and maybe some trends however he had never need the lipstick trend you had been dying to do with him. so when you show him the tiktok he can't help but smile a little at the fact that you wanted to do it with him. as you placed the kisses all over his face he giggled and looked in the mirror. it was safe to say that jay had never been covered in lipstick like this before so it made him extremely giggly. even made him want to snap a selfie once you had planted each kiss and made sure the lipstick stain was visible on his tanned skin. you'd have to film the video multiple times because he'd get a little too distracted while looking at you. theres no hiding the love in his eyes for you... fr.
SIM JAEYUN â§âËâàŒâ§
he was the one who saw this trend on his fyp and showed you the videos. he thought it was the cutest thing and literally begged you to film it with him. after a couple days on convincing you said yes. so on your way to your dinner date, jake props up his phone on a street lamp and with out rehearsing much filmed the interaction with you. what you didn't expect was for him to lean in and kiss you so passionately and aggressively as he did. in between kisses all you can hear were his happy giggles because he knew he took you off guard in the best way possible. so that one and only take was the one he used to upload, and man he was reaaaaaal proud about it.
PARK SUNGHOON â§âËâàŒâ§
you've been dying to post something cute with your boyfriend on social media, however sunghoon is so anti pda and couples content it took him a little bit on convincing. luckily, when you showed him this trend he realized he hardly had to be in the video and the focus was on you, which in his shy nature he really enjoyed. so when you guys went outside to film it, he didn't think about his speed or force. grabbing you to his chest a little too roughly made the both of you burst out into laughter uncontrollably. he obviously apologized for almost snapping you in half in between his sweet smile and chuckles. and when you both looked back at the video, sunghoon begged you to post it because he just thought the end result was way too funny not to put out there.
KIM SEONWOO â§âËâàŒâ§
sunoo loves scrolling through tiktok, he's on all the trends and knows all about the "sassy man apocalypse". and is very proud to say he is in fact part of it. he always talks about how you're so lucky to have such a soft, sensitive, and sassy boyfriend to keep it real with you all the time. however, he never thought you would make a tiktok like this and post it. he honestly had no idea why you were filming him while he played on his phone, and of course gave you the hardest side eye on earth. but, later you show hin the video you made and it made him laugh. he knew he had to watch his facial expressions moving forward because his face said it all in that video. yes you have a sassy man but you wouldn't have it any other way!
YANG JUNGWON â§âËâàŒâ§
being honest, jungwon has always let you know how much he hates cringy couple tiktok trends and tends to make fun of them. so one day when you're out in the park he sees another couple doing a rather sweet looking trend and it makes him want to immediately make fun of it. so when he gives you the idea of spinning and then running at you at full speed you laugh and agree. while filming you couldn't help but notice his bright dimpled smile coming at you at as he ran towards you. you fought the urge of stopping him in his tracks and kissing his excessively cute face and ran away as instructed. watching the video back, the both of you couldn't help but laugh. it ended up being much cuter than intended but, you guys were always an unintentionally cute couple.
NISHIMURA RIKI â§âËâàŒâ§
riki is the definition of your hype man. if you do something he stands and watches happily all the time and usually hypes you up while doing it. so when you pull out your phone and prop it up while on a walk home after dinner, he couldn't help but watch you dance to your little tiktok song. if he's being honest, he's not a tiktok type guy and a little like jungwon finds couple tiktok trends kinda cringy and honestly most tiktok trends cringe in general. he's always in his head about looking cool... but, when you encorage him to dance a little he gets kinda into it making it fun for both of you. looking back at the video he thinks it's funny and actually kinda cute. but he never expected you to post it. it was just a video of the two of you messing around like young people do, deep down however he's actually kinda happy you're showing him off... even if it is on tiktok.
©flwrkisses ; please do not copy, translate, repost and/or reuse my work without my permission. (2023)
427 notes
·
View notes