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#it would have perfectly set them up to get together a few years later
judithhhh · 2 months
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vacation (one-shot)
jude x reader
summary : you and your situationship, jude, spend a week together in a paradisiac destination
(i saw a blog talking about situationship jude spending a week at a resort w you and it had my mind runninnnn)
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jude would normally spend his vacation week with his family or bestfriends. he couldn't see them that much anymore and he wouldn't miss the opportunity to spend a amazing week with them. but for you he would. some would say that ditching your loved ones for a situationship is dumb, but god it felt right. he didn't regret it when he left the house early in the morning, bidding goodbye to his confused mom. he didn't regret when he let you on his private jet and certainly didn't regret it when not even an hour later you were in his lap riding him, hoping that the flight attendant wouldn't check up on you two any time soon.
he had the intention to fuck you good a few times obviously but mostly show you around, spoil you lots and enjoy a normal vacation. but by the time you arrived at your destination and you were already all over him, jude doubted that you and him would even leave the private resort all week. your first days in the tropical destination were spent with the two of you rediscovering each other's bodies in your resort bedroom. and the bathroom. and the pool outside. and the loungers around it. one thing that was constant was the lack of clothes. you would end up fucking anyways so why bother even putting some, right?
on the third day, jude checked his phone for the first time for what seemed like years when he woke up in the morning. he groaned seeing the floods of messages from his family and bestfriends, maybe "forgetting" to tell them about his week-long vacation was not a good move. his worries went away when he turned around and was greeted by the sight of your naked body being bathed by the early morning sunrays. you were laying on your stomach, one leg up draping his lower waist and your arms buried under the numerous pillows of the spacious bed. he turned his head back around and smiled at the celling, wondering how he could regret coming to the resort when he was greeted each morning by such a beautiful sight. he heard you lightly sigh, and reached to slightly stroke your uncovered back.
"already awake?" you said to the boy, voice still sleepy
"mmh, you can go back to sleep love it's still early"
the sound of his raspy voice almost had you falling asleep again, but the heavenly sight the bedroom window gave you, prevented you from doing so.
"no jude! we have to go out today."
"but we're so comfortable here baby" jude whined hearing your suggestion
for him, staying in this private resort with you felt like paradise on earth. he had gotten so used to the lack of noise and cameras in the past days that he was pretty much convinced he never wanted to leave this place. the privacy that was given to you two these past few days was all he wanted, and now you wanted to go out? his mind started to run with thoughts on how to convince you not to. he grinned thinking about a few ways he could make you want to stay in bed all day.
"i can see you smiling jude and no. we're going out today i don't care"
"i paid for this vacation woman, i can perfectly decide what we'll do"
"you're not deciding shit, it's not a vacation if you don't even go out"
no matter how determined jude was to escape the public, he could never resist you. the way you disappeared under the covers, mouth lowering towards where he wanted you the most, was the last bit of convincing he needed as he threw his head back onto the pillow and let you do your work. a few hours after your morning shenanigans, you were dressed in a pretty sundress with a black bikini under, ready to get to the yacht jude had rented for the day. the man was wearing a cream colored matching set that had him look so good, you couldn't resist sneaking a few pictures.
you spent a cozy afternoon on the yacht, either sunbathing or lazily making out with jude. the boat was in the middle of the ocean, far away from wandering eyes. you were now laying on the deck, watching jude's back muscles as he swimmed in the mediterranean sea. you called him over to you, deciding that the man needed to pay more attention to you and less on swimming. he used his arms to lift himself up on the deck before laying down on top of you, his head posed on your stomach. you runned your nails on his back and shoulders while the two of you talked for hours. the sun had already began setting when jude made his first move on you, which quite surprised you as you were certain the boy would have been all over your body all day. you chuckled as you watched him try to subtly undo your bikini straps.
''what are you doing?''
''hum?'' he responded, clearly paying too much attention on your tits and not enough on your voice.
''thought you didnt wanna do anything in public''
''we're in the middle of the sea darlin, who cares''
his eyes didn't leave your body even once as he skillfully removed your bikini top and latched his mouth on your now exposed breasts. you moaned and threw your head back on the deck, hand locking itself onto his curls. he went to town for a long time on your boobs until his mouth started trailing kisses farther inevitably reaching your core. your moans had been replaced by whimpers of desesperation as he licked your clothed center, not forgetting to pepper kisses on your inner tighs.
''please baby, i need it''
''need what love?'' he said, smirking up at your face
he didn't give you any time to answer his question and directly pushed your black bikini bottoms to the side, tongue finding your clit. you always loved how he ate you out. this man gave head like he was dying of thirst and your pussy was the only source of water. it had your thighs squeezing around his head and your hands clawing at his upper back. jude relentlessly lapped at your cunt, only stopping to kiss your clit or look up at you, your eyes locking intensely. he had just finished making you cum for a fourth time when he got back up to your face and kissed your lips before rolling his body to lay next to you. you were exhausted from your previous orgasms but you needed him inside of you. his eyes shut open when he felt you straddle his lap, and his hard on.
"you don't need to" he tiredly said, knowing you were probably just as exhausted as him
"but i want you so bad jude"
he didn't say anything back and let you do your work. you reached down and pulled down his swim trunks, feeling your cunt twitching at the sight of his dick. you lowered yourself on it, your mouth falling open at the feeling of being so stretched out. it always felt as good as the first time with him. you lazily rocked your hips against his and leaned down to pepper kisses on chest. he was letting you do all the moving, enjoying the movements of your lower half, eyes closed and mouth gaped open. from time to time, his hands came up to squeeze your hips. you were still sensible so it didn't take long until you were slightly shaking on top of him as you reached another orgasm. the feeling of your cunt squeezing him made jude finish too, letting out a loud moan and wrapping his hands tightly around your waist. you collapsed on his chest and he stroked your hair, both of you drunk on pleasure.
you got back to your resort an hour after, excited to snuggle back into bed after such a long day. you were in the bathroom doing your skincare when jude came behind you, sneaking his hands under his shirt you used as pyjamas. he tucked his head into your neck and sighed at the warm feeling of your skin. you loved this soft side of him, when he was all sleepy and snuggled his body into yours like he wanted to get under your skin. you finished putting on moisturizer and slightly tapped the boy's head.
"we can go to bed now baby"
"too lazy to move" he mumbled into your neck
well you loved this soft side of him but it did make him act like a child sometimes.
"come on jude we'll be much more comfortable under the sheets"
he reluctantly dragged his feet towards the bed not once letting go of you. once you were both snuggled under the covers, your head tucked into his chest as his hands went up and down your back soothing you, you felt the boy sigh before talking softly to you.
"wish i could stay here all year long you know"
"the fangirls would miss you too much"
he chuckled but his tone stayed serious
"i'm serious though, being with you it's like we're in our own worlds and there's nobody to ever disturb us. i don't ever feel more at peace than in those moments"
your heart warmed up even more at each word he uttered. you know that he loved his job more than everything but he was also a much more private guy than people thought. being around so many cameras all day, always made him uncomfortable and he relished in those quiet times he got with you. sometimes the domesticity of it all made you wonder if the two of you were more than just a "situationship"
"don't you think what we have is weird sometimes" you asked him in a whispered voice
"what do you mean"
"well we're always together, hell i spend half my time flying out to madrid just to see you and look at you now, you're sneaking away from your entire family just to go on vacation with me"
"and?"
"don't you think we act too much like a couple?"
jude looked down at you, eyes widened.
"you wanna be a couple now?"
you thought of it for a second, sure you loved the man. for most people, that would have been a deal-breaker. how could you be in love with eachother but not be together, right? but you two were different. you liked the simplicity of what you had, the feeling of having your person without really being tied down. maybe you had commitment issues or whatever but at the end, it worked perfectly.
"no im happy with what we have, aren't you?"
"im laying in bed with a absolute stunner in one of the most beautiful places on earth, how can i not be happy"
you smiled at his words and pulled yourself up so your faces were at the same level. your lips latched onto his and he kissed you back. when you pulled away, your lips felt kind of numb but your heart was bursting with all the feelings you had for this man.
"thanks for all of this really jude"
"if it gets me free pussy all day, ill do it for sureee"
"nevermind you ruined the moment"
jude let out a laugh before wrapping you tighter in his arms. you both fell asleep not long after, mind already filled with thoughts of spending another day in the comfort of each other's company.
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strawb3rryscorpio · 6 months
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Could you just write like ANYTHING that’s Dominic x reader because there is a severe dom fic drought rn
𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒, dominic fike x reader
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and your boyfriend get matching tattoos 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, sexual jokes
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You and Dominic had been discussing matching tattoos for months now. You both loved the idea, but the only issue was that neither of you could agree on what your tattoo would be. That had been the case until earlier today when Dominic had finally compromised on getting cherries as your tattoos.
To you, cherries were simple yet symbolic of your relationship. Dominic liked the idea, but he argued that it should be something more corny. After hours of reasoning and many puppy eyes later, Dominic had finally accepted defeat to those damn cherries.
"Babe, what should I wear?" you questioned, looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to think of an outfit. "Nothing at all if it was up to me," he deadpanned, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.
"Dom, I'm being serious," you turned to glare at him as a wide smirk developed on his face, and he replied, "I am the most serious I've probably ever been." You rolled your eyes in response, walking into the closet in search of an outfit.
"How's this?" you said walking out after a few minutes. "Perfect," he eyed you for a second before looking back at his phone. No matter what outfit you put on, it was perfect to him, meaning he was zero help.
You turned to face the mirror, having to trust your own opinion in this situation. "Is it too booby?" you asked yourself, caressing the top of your tank top.
The look on his face told you he was thinking of another sly remark. "Nothing is ever too booby," you giggled and walked over to your dresser to grab your purse.
As you checked your phone before heading out, you heard the sound of one of Dominic's notorious dramatic sighs. "What're you so loud for?" you jokingly asked as you placed a pair of small gold hoops on your bare ears.
You heard Dominic walk over to you, placing his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into the back of your neck.
"'Cuz I'm bored," he mumbled into your neck. "I've been watching Reddit confessions for like a million years." The buzz of his words on your neck sent a chill down your spine.
"It's not my fault you were ready two hours ago," you said, turning to face him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Plus, you love those Reddit confessions," you added, pulling away from the kiss.
The drive there was quick. You talked about everything from his new music to some gossip about your friends.
"Still set on those cherries?" he asked, pulling into the parking lot. "Yes, one hundred percent set," you smacked your glossy lips together as your last touch. "Then let's go!"
You two walked towards the building, hand in hand. "I'm nervous," you admitted. "Why? You'll be okay," Dominic replied, rubbing your back for reassurance. "And you should be perfectly fine since you got to pick the tattoo." He turned to you with a mischievous grin.
"I didn't pick it. We agreed on it," you stepped into the store as Dominic held the door open. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he said before wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you made your way up to the counter.
"Hi, we're here for an appointment at four thirty," you greeted the lady at the counter. "Oh! A couples tattoo. That's fun!" She pulled out a waiver and some pens for you to sign.
"Yeah, we've been talking about it for a while, and we were both free today, so I was like, why not?" you explained as Dominic signed the waiver. "What are you guys planning on getting?" she questioned, as Dominic finished signing the papers and handed them to you.
"We're getting matching cherries," Dominic answered as you continued reading the waiver. "We had them for dessert on our first date." The lady's face softened at Dominic's reasoning. "Awe, that's beautiful," she replied softly, making you blush.
You turned your head towards Dominic before mumbling, "And you said it wasn't as corny." You finished signing the waiver and passed it back. "Okay, perfect! I'll have you guys set up in a couple of minutes," she announced before walking off into the back.
You and Dominic took a seat, and you laid your head on his shoulder. "Dom?" you mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear you. "Yeah, love?" he looked down at you, ready to listen to whatever you had to say.
"If you really don't want to get the cherries, we can do something else. I don't mind, I promise," you admitted, immediately reading his face for a response.
He let out the slightest chuckle. "Babe, if I really didn't want those cherries, I would've been on your ass about it," he smiled, brushing his hands through your hair. "And plus, I'd get your face tatted on my cheek, so I have zero issues with this," he added, and a wide smile grew on your face.
"You're very corny, you know that?" you spoke after a few seconds of silence. "It's my specialty, really," he laughed and placed a kiss on your head.
"We're ready for you two!" the lady called out. You and Dominic stood up as he grabbed your hand. "Ready?" he asked as you started heading towards the tattoo chairs. "Readier than ever, babe!" you exclaimed.
You two sat in the chairs, still holding hands, as the tattoo artist introduced himself. You stared at Dominic as he made conversation, and you noticed a smile develop on your face. A smile that displayed nothing but love and commitment. And you thought to yourself, what is committing if not getting a matching tattoo?
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🪽h speaks: guys i’m not very happy with this it was kind of rushed but i was eager to post something. i hope you enjoy and thank you so much for 300 followers!! love you guys :)
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graveswrites · 11 months
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saw that requests were open, so i’m here to dump my dirty thoughts onto ur feed :)
i’ve been madly in love with mammon ever since i got the game…could i get a fem!reader who is a teasing switch?
reader wears nails that match mammons - her manicured fingers stroking his cock so gently….and her being teasing and praising mammon <3
i know mammon does a lot of shopping so what if mc asks to go shopping with him but she doesn’t tell him what she wants to buy and they go shopping for bikinis/lingerie…..mammon picks out lingerie that would look great on mc…..
mc wearing said lingerie that mammon picked out for her…..moving their mf thong to the side as they sink onto his cock <3 MAMMON PULLING DOWN MC’S BRA AND SUCKING AND PINCHING AT HER TITS……….
horne for mammon……. <333
hii, so this was almost one year ago but.... good news is it's done!
Mammon x Reader ❥ Dripping in Gold
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[ ! NSFW ! minors and ageless blogs do not interact ! ]
Body parts mentioned for the reader: vagina | clit | breasts | reader wears lingerie Pronouns: you / yours Tags / Warnings: cunnilingus | semi-public sex | lingerie | switch reader Words: 2.0k
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Mammon takes you out shopping to celebrate a big win at the casino, but you get a little carried away when you pull him into your favorite lingerie shop.
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Mammon followed you around the store chatting happily and holding a few pieces of lingerie you had picked out in one hand, and the shopping bags with the stuff you had already bought in the other. He was in a good mood, having won a lot of money at the casino the other day, and decided to take you both on a little shopping spree to celebrate.
You had already been shopping for a few hours when you spotted your favorite lingerie store, and turning to him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, you asked if you could go in. "Pretty please, Mammon." You put your hands together in a pleading gesture.
He nodded with a sigh of feigned annoyance. In reality he loved when you bought new lingerie, because he knew without a doubt he would get to fuck you in it later.
With every piece of underwear you handed to him, he grew more and more excited, already picturing you wearing them, and the things he would do to you in them. It was getting harder to keep his head straight, and at this point you could probably convince him to buy you anything you wanted.
When you finally had enough of browsing and headed to the fitting rooms, Mammon trailed behind you, hot on your heels, eager to watch you try them on. But as soon as you stepped inside, you turned around to place a perfectly manicured hand on his chest. He looked down then back up at your face confused.
"Only one person per room." You told him, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of your lips. you loved to tease him, and usually he loved it too, but today he wasn't in the mood.
"Says who?!" He asked frustrated.
"There's a sign. Right there." You pointed at the wall behind him, and he turned back to follow your gaze. There was indeed a sign.
Before he had any time to protest further, you took the hangers from his hand and closed the curtain between you two.
Exasperated, Mammon threw the bags he was holding on the ground, and leaned against the opposite wall with his arms crossed. "Stupid sign." he grumbled to himself. "No, you know what?" he lifted himself, putting all his weight back onto his feet, and marched over to the fitting room. Without hesitation he pulled the curtain back and walked in, closing it again behind him. "I'm paying for it, so I have the right to watch." He told you firmly, holding up one finger.
"Mammon!" You screeched, hands flying to cover your body. "Don't just open the curtain like that!"
He ignored your protest, completely distracted by what you were wearing. You had already put on the first matching set, white and silky, adorned with gold lace trims, and he couldn't take his eyes off the way the two piece set fell on your body.
"Damn, that's a keeper." He let out a whistle, his eyes never leaving you, trailing over your skin, over the lines of your thighs, the curve of your hips, all the way up to your face.
"You think so?" You smirked, completely recovered from the earlier scare. You twirled around to let him see the back, but before you could do a full spin, he had you pressed against the mirror, his full body on you so you could feel his hard on against your ass, his hands running down your sides. "Mammon." You breathed out, caught by surprise.
"I like it, alright. Can't wait to fuck ya in it." He whispered against you, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear, making you shiver under him. his hands settled on your ass, as he rubbed his erection against you.
"Not here!" You struggled to get out of his grasp, managing to turn around in his arms to face him. This didn't stop him though, he just buried his face in your neck, mouthing at the sensitive spots he knew so well.
"Why not?" he breathed out before licking a line down your neck. His hands found their way to your breasts, foundling you over the bra. "Come on, what's the harm?"
"Mammon…" You moaned, when his thumb grazed over one of your nipples.
"I knew you'd come around." He pulled away from your neck with a wide grin, before crashing his lips into yours. He ran his tongue over your lips, coaching you to open them, and you did, letting his tongue explore your mouth, moaning against him when he pulled the lacy bra down, exposing your hard nipples to the cold air.
He pulled away from you for a second before leaning down to kiss his way to your breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth and running his tongue over the sensitive nub. You couldn't help the moan that left your lips, and immediately covered your mouth with one hand, afraid someone would hear you outside.
"Ya look so fucking sexy." He told you, dropping to his knees on the floor to leave little kisses down your navel, stopping at the hem of your underwear, while his hands explored your body, greedly grabbing at your waist, ass and thighs. "You're driving me crazy."
You couldn't help the way you were squirming under his touch, involuntary rubbing your thighs together and breathlessly waiting for him to move lower. He chuckled, amused by your reaction, before he finally grabbed the hem of your underwear to slowly roll them down your legs, then grabbing one of your thighs, he pull it over his shoulder so his face was pulled up right against your pussy. He looked up at you, taking his time before touching you, and admiring the way you were already falling apart under his touch. Then, without warning he stuck out his tongue to run it between your folds. You squirmed, trying to move your hips closer but held in place by his hand firmly grasped around your thigh.
"Behave." He told you sternly, pulling you closer, bending your leg further and putting most of your weight on his shoulder, before continuing to lap at your wet pussy, as you moaned into your hand. He moved his free hand, gently running his fingers over your labia, coating them in your fluids before moving to your hole. He circled it slowly, teasing you, before inserting the first finger, moving to suck on your clit as he pumped it in and out of you a few times, then adding in a second. He reached deep inside of you, finding your g-spot to rub it gently.
"Mammon, please don't stop." You whispered desperately, burying your fingers in his silver hair to pull him closer, and he moaned, half lidded eyes flickering up to look at you. Then, with one last lick of your clit, he pulled away, removing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. "What are you doing?" You demanded.
"Be patient." Was all he said as he lapped at the mess in his hand.
"You should know I have a hard time with that." You said, a smirk forming at the corner of your lips. You lifted your leg and set your foot back on the ground, before dropping to your knees next to him. Grabbing at his collar, you pushed him back and he fell on his ass, legs spread apart as his back softly hit the opposite wall.
"Hey!" He started, but before he could protest further you joined your lips, crawling between his legs and grabbing at his crotch, massaging the bulge in your hand as you deepened the kiss. Mammon let out a small surprised moan into your mouth, before you pulled away and started undoing his pants. "What do you think you're doin'?" He whispered as he watched your nimble fingers as they pulled his fly down, then reached inside his underwear to pull his cock out.
You didn't answer him, but once you wrapped one hand around his erection to pump it slowly, he didn't seem to want to protest anymore, too occupied with trying not to moan every time your thumb scraped over his slit.
"Be a good boy and be quiet." You whispered in his ear, and he nodded, gulping. It amused you how quickly the dominant Mammon turned into a trembling mess on the floor the moment you decided to invert the roles.
You wanted to tease him more but the ache in your core urged you not to. You couldn't wait much longer, so you gracefully climbed on top of his lap, giving his cock a last caress before you started to sink down slowly. It didn't matter how wet you were already, you could still feel the burning feeling of the girth of his dick stretching and filling you inch by inch, and you bit your lip, trying not to moan.
Mammon was looking up at you, mouth slightly agape, his hands firmly grasping your hips. You knew he was trying to control himself, waiting for you to adjust. You stood still only for a few seconds, letting yourself get used to his size, before you started moving. You started slowly, teasing him with the pace, and you felt his fingers dig into your skin a little harder, before he lost control and started to thrust up into you. So hard and deep, you couldn't help but let out a loud sob of pleasure.
He quickly pushed his hand against your mouth. "Shh, we don't wanna be caught do we?" He whispered with a smirk, enjoying the knowledge that he gave you so much pleasure that you couldn't even control yourself. You nodded, but he didn't move his hand. Instead he warped his free arm around you and pushed you down on your back, barely skipping a beat before he was inside you again.
His thrusts were slow at first but he soon picked up the pace, hitting your g-spot with every push of his hips, his eyes fixated on the way your tits bounced in time with his movements.
The only sound in the room was coming from the wet slaps of his pelvis against your core. It took all your self control not to make a sound, but you managed to keep quiet.
You wrapped your legs around him, forcing him even deeper. You felt your release was close, but yet so far away, your pussy muscles clamping around him, as you desperately earned for more.
"Ya feel so good. So good." He whispered, more to himself than to you.
"More, Mammon. More " You begged, barely audibly, and he immediately knew what you needed, so he moved one of his hands between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb.
You threw your head back as the waves of pleasure overtook you, getting more intense with every coordinated thrust of his hips and swirl of his thumb, until the final wave finally pushed you over the edge and you came. Your body shook, and your eyes rolled back with the intensity of your orgasm and the force of trying to keep quiet.
Mammon was close behind you, cumming with a string of whispered curse words on his lips, and filling you with his warm release.
He didn't move right away, instead he dropped his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he caught his breath for a few moments.
You stayed silent, waiting for your own heavy breathing to go back to normal. When he finally pulled out, his cum flooded out of you and onto the floor, and he grimaced, finally clear headed enough to realise what a mess you had made in the store's dressing room.
"Shit. Guess I got a little carried away, didn't I?"
You giggled, covering your face with both hands, suddenly feeling shy. "Do you think they know what we did?"
"Oh, for sure." He smirked, glancing to the side where the bottom piece of the lingerie set lay forgotten. He picked it up between his fingers, and nodded. "Yeah, this one is definitely a winner."
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ugotcooneycrossed · 11 months
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i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else (but you)
lotte wubben-moy x reader
w/c: ~600
leah tries to set you up with girl, after girl- only to find out you've been in love lotte forever- oh and you're married
a/n: every time i hear anyone else but you by the moldy peaches i think of lotte😭
this is shorter than i would've liked but i think it ended perfectly
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“I just don’t get it- every time I try to set you up, you always say no, and it’s always some stupid reason, honestly it’s like you want to be alone.”
You laugh at Leah’s ridiculousness- the girl has draped herself over you, bugging you the umpteenth time about your dating life.
“Leah I’m perfectly fine not going on dates with the people you try to set me up with.”
“But I’m trying to help you! You’re so lonely it makes me sad.”  
Leah wipes away a fake tear- placing her hand over her heart, you roll your eyes in return- shoving her off your lap.
“Ouch… first off- I’m not lonely, for all you know I could be in a relationship, maybe that’s why I reject your candidates. Second off- I’m not lonely.”
“Are you?!”
Leah looks at you bewildered- mouth hanging open in shock, you stay silent.
“Are you not single?! Answer me!”
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You have been in love with Lotte since you first met her at 17- I mean how could you not be.
She’s your everything. You’ve been through everything together.
You still remember nervously confessing your feelings one night during the U-17s world cup- you have Alessia and Ella to thank for that- both sick of you dreaming and talking about her, that they locked you in a supply closet until you confessed.
Lotte- stood smiling at you like an idiot the entire time, until you finished rambling, you refused to look at her in the eye, until you felt her hands grab yours.
“May I kiss you now?”
You’ve been together ever since.
Alessia and Tooney opened the door five minutes after that- you and Lotte had agreed to trick the two, with the intention that they would find out eventually. They never did.
And it wasn’t a secret per se- no one asked, so you didn’t tell.
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You got married at 21- a week after Lotte had proposed to you.
You both decided to have it at a register office- funnily enough Tooney and Alessia were the witnesses, both finally finding out when they caught you out on a date night- before you could even speak, Ella placed her hand over her heart- swearing to secrecy.
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More people found out after- slowly one, by one- you remember when Georgia found out- screaming at the top of her lungs at the back of the team bus.
Ellie flashed you a grin and a wink- a knowing smile on her face.
A few weeks later, Mary- less composed shoved her phone in your face, a blurry picture of you and Lotte holding hands on it. Demanding a confession.
Katie found out by walking in on the two of you and hasn’t let you live it down since- making kissy faces when your near each other.
All your friends but Leah- who was too focused on finding you someone in the first place she missed the fact that you were already taken.
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You transferred to Arsenal shortly after you and Lotte got married, and Leah had decided to make you her best friend.
And as her best friend- she had dubbed herself your own personal cupid.
Three years later and still Leah didn’t know- which is surprising as literally everyone knew.
I mean you both proudly wear your wedding rings- taping over them for games.
The only way Leah would notice if you changed your last name and wore ‘Wubben-Moy’ on the back of your jersey.
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“I can’t believe you’re in a relationship and didn’t tell me.”
“Lee it was so obvious- I mean everyone knows but you.��
Leah huffs at you- arms crossed against her chest.
“At least tell me who it is.”
Lotte chooses this moment to walk into the room- flashing you a grin as she moves to you quickly. She gently cups your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your lips.
“What?! You’re dating Lotte?! Why didn’t I know!”
In sync, you flash Leah your left hands- matching wedding bands snuggly on your ring fingers.
“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”
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therapycat21 · 5 months
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All Right Now Part 9
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Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.
Warnings: None
Social Media AU
I still can’t believe it, I never thought I’d be engaged to be married, ever considering my track record, But I guess the best things come when you least expect it to. Travis and his family coming into my life was definitely a blessing in disguise. There is no doubt I love my family but it’s a different feeling of love being accepted by your partner’s family. 
It’s been a few days since Travis proposed, the news outlets obviously already know and are spinning a bunch of theories every day. 
“They only got engaged because she’s pregnant”  “She gave him an ultimatum and that’s why he did it.”
Every day it’s something new, I know it is only because we have only been together a year but jeez, people get engaged after only being together for a few months, and a lot of the time those are the couples that are the happiest and stay together the longest. (In my opinion) Travis has been over the moon and telling pretty much anyone he can, even after a game in the press room, he finds any chance to bring it up, It is definitely the cutest thing to see him blushing on TV.  I even see it all over TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, you name it and it’s there.
We have been getting calls, and texts all day. Some from friends and family others, news networks, talk shows, and everything. It has been crazy. Travis and I are both doing talk shows, not together but a few days apart.
"You think these go together?" Travis has been inside the closet for an hour trying to find an outfit when he goes on Jimmy Fallon tonight.
I look up from where I lay on the bed scrolling through Tiktok, he’s holding a black suit set. “Ohh, that would look so nice, especially with your gold jewelry,” I tell him he gives me a smile in response hanging the outfit on the side for later “You are one amazing woman, you know that?” he smiles at me once more.
We both head downstairs to film a new episode of New Heights with Jason. We settle in the chairs, pull the headphones on, and wait for Jason.
“Hello hello, family!” Jason somewhat yells. I laugh at the face he makes before Travis and Jason get into their announcements and sponsors.
“Now we have two special guests today, my awesome and beautiful wife Kylie and our awesome sister-in-law Y/n!” Jason announces loudly earning a weirded and shocked look from Kylie “Oh my” she mutters smirking at me through the camera, I try to hold in my laughter behind my hand, “gotta love Jason’s enthusiasm” I tell them laughing. We talk about a few topics before Jason brings up the big one “Okay, I waited long enough to bring it up, can we please talk about the proposal?” he asks.
I look to Travis for agreement, after a brief nod and encouraging smile “Well It was definitely a surprise I’ll tell you that, we had talked about it and I didn’t expect him to propose a few weeks after that talk.” I laugh. I turn and face Travis “You know it was perfectly timed, as someone who didn't really see themselves getting married, I knew the second we met that she was either gonna be my wife or I would never get married to anyone else unless it was her.” He replies looking at me after. I tried to hide the tears forming in my eyes, I dab under my eyes “I love you so much” I tell him giving him a quick soft kiss.
 We turn to see Jason and Kylie both smiling wide. Jason was sporting the proud big brother look “When Trav came to me and started talking to me about how he was planning all of this, for one, I was shocked cause, for one I’ve never seen him talk so passionately about someone or something as much as his car collection, so It was so cool to see him do that, and two, I was just excited to be able to watch it happen in front of my eyes.” Jason says before turning his attention to Kylie “what did you think?” he asks her. 
She smiles “I for one was kinda just like thank god, he finally asked her and now I have my sister-in-law” she laughs “When Jason told me the plans I was ecstatic, It feels good to see you both happy.” she says in response. We give them both fond smiles “Aww, see and my biggest fear was everyone thinking we were crazy for doing this too soon.” I laugh.
“If I never met you and your family I would have thought the same thing but everyone can clearly see you guys are in love and like Travis said if it feels right then it’s right and you gotta take that chance when It shows itself,” Jason tells us. We talk a bit more and we say goodbye to them.
An hour later
Travis and I are in our closet getting ready to head out for his interview tonight with Jimmy Fallon, Travis wearing the black suit ensemble and me wearing something similar. 
We pull into the studio already seeing paparazzi surrounding the entire sides of the entrance to the studio. I huff trying to mentally prepare for the swarm about to happen, Travis leans over grasping my hand in pulling it towards his face giving the tops of my hands a chaste kiss. “We got this, and always remember I got you, baby,” he reassured me. I nod my head. He leans forward and opens the car door, the camera lights flashing like crazy before it doubles when I also come out of the car, the driver shuts the door and Travis guides me protectively towards the door, pushing back over pushy paparazzi.
We finally make it inside the building and we are met by a studio rep, they guide us to where we need to be. We chill in the studio’s dressing room before we are guided over to the studio’s main stage and seating area. I give Travis a kiss before he heads back and I open the door to where the audience is and where my front-row seat is.
I hear gasps flow throughout the room I look up to see the audience staring at me in shock “Hi everyone” I wave to them shyly. I hear quick responses throughout the room and sit down in my seat where a couple of younger girls are. I give them a smile before I focus my attention on Jimmy walking out onto the stage and sitting behind his desk. “Okay, we are live, in three, two, one” I hear the camera director announce. “Hello everyone, today we have a very special guest, please welcome the man, the chief king and big yeti, Travis Kelce!” he announces theatrically before the crowd starts to yell out and Travis works his way to his seat “Hello hello” he waves to the audience, winking at me, I smile in response. 
They talk a bit about his games, and about the new documentary Jason has made coming out soon. “Okay, now we all know there is something big that needs to be talked about,” Jimmy smirks, Trav laughs rubbing his bearded chin and nodding “Yeah, I have a feeling I know” he laughs. Jimmy laughs “okay we all know you recently proposed to your now fiance Y/n L/n” the crowd starts clapping and hollering as Travis blushes “Yeah, I got her to say yes, thankfully” Travis jokes. Jimmy laughs “okay, so tell us how it happened, how did you do it?” he asks “Well, I had started planning all of it a few months ago and had the ring for a while, and I decided to set up a small park that we always went to and had her favorite flowers scattered on the ground with those tea light candles and then I did it.” he tells them cheesing big. 
The crowd awws and hollers “oh my, well that sounds amazing.” Jimmy compliments, “So of course I have to ask cause everyone was talking about how too soon it was, do you think you did it too soon?” he asks. Travis smiles shaking his head “no, absolutely not, I knew it was the right moment and me and her are big believers in if it feels right take that jump cause we see too many people lose those opportunities and I can’t lose her.” Travis tells them gaining soft coos from the audience.
Jimmy is smiling softly at him “you know, you are so right, and I just want to say congratulations to you and I know you guys are gonna do amazing, I wish I could tell y/n so please if you can pass that for me” Jimmy laughs, Travis nods smiling “actually one second” he hold a finger up before standing up and heading off the stage to the audience and holding his hand out for me to grab.
The crowd starts to yell as Travis guides me towards the seat closest to Jimmy. 
We smile at each other and pull each other into a hug “Oh my god, I can’t believe your here? It’s so cool to see you again.” He tells me I smile “It’s so good to see you too, I mean I’m gonna be here next week so” We laugh and sit down. “This is crazy, So congratulations, how are you feeling?” he asks “Thank you! And very very good, I could not be happier” I smile at him.
We sit and talk a bit more before the show ends and we say our goodbyes to Jimmy, the audience, and the production before we head home.
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joelslegalwhre · 9 months
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"Stop flirting." "Then stop teasing." | Dieter Bravo x f!reader
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word count: 2k
pairing: dieter bravo x fem!reader
summary: You're interviewing Dieter for his new movie, and no matter how many years you've been together - recently married too - he loves to flirt with you like the first time you've met.
warnings: age gap (reader is in late 20s, Dieter in his 50s but only mentioned once), Dieter flirting needs a warning, fluff, reader and Dieter are married, Dieters mind is pure smut who's surprised, allusions to smut, reader wears a dress and gets her nails done, use of the word "Daddy" like once (don't read it if you don't like it), use of nicknames (baby -like a hundred times, peach), also little disclaimer; I'm reading smut like my life depends on it but I've never properly written it so bare with me pls, not proofread
a/n: I saw a TikTok for this a while ago about Pedro (the account is pedritolovesu) and got super excited to write a little something for Dieter with it.. so have fun y'all
I'm a whore for age gaps, sorry not sorry
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"First of all, thank you for your time, Dieter." You started the interview. "It’s my pleasure." He answered with his signature grin, his fingers playing with the ring on his finger.
"Tell me, what was your favorite part about filming the new Cliff Beasts movie?"
"Oh, there are a few," Dieter began to tell some stories from the set, stories you already knew about, because he had told you all of them right after they happened. Calling you late at night, during the day, or sometimes just right after you woke up. 
Interviewing Dieter was still something you found a little strange, but in a good way. 
It didn’t happen often, but when it did, work felt a little less like actual work. When Dieter was there, it was easier, and you instantly felt like you’re home again.
Today, it was just the two of you, no co-stars or other interviewers. Which also meant, no distractions from the looks Dieter gave you.
"Well, that sure sounds like a lot of fun." You smiled at him, when he had finished, "Oh it was." He grinned, but his eyes never left your lips once when he spoke. 
You tried to give him a warning look that said "stop it, concentrate", but you already knew it would do nothing to stop Dieter. 
The interview went on for a little longer, you asked him some fan questions you had gotten before the interview for him, which Dieter all answered perfectly. 
His flirting didn’t stop though. His eyes couldn’t stop wandering between your lips and your eyes, and the subtle winks weren’t as subtle as he thought. „Stop it, Bravo.“ You whispered in a short break, while the crew was angling the camera for another shot. 
"Stop teasing me and I might." He threw you an air kiss, jokingly, making you chuckle.
Not everyone knew that you were married to Dieter Bravo, although it was pretty obvious when you were in situations like this one. And your last name didn’t hide the fact either. 
Dieter managed to keep most of your relationship from the public. But of course the majority of people, especially his fans, knew. And there was nothing wrong with that, you didn’t want to hide anything. It was just nice to have some privacy then and there, so you didn’t make a big fuss about it.
The first time rumors had reached the media that Dieter Bravo was off the market, you had already been dating for almost a year. And the real shocker wasn’t the obvious age gap, with Dieter being twice your age, but the fact that he dated someone for longer than a month. 
"Sorry guys, the camera just stopped working, one second. Sorry, Dieter." Your camera man said all of a sudden. „Oh shit, okay.“ You nodded in surprise. "Yeah, no problem man." Dieter assured him. Not a second later, some of the crew was back around Dieter, to freshen him up. 
When he took something out of his pocket that suspiciously looked like the small box, he had his "drugs on the go" -how he liked to call them- in, you raised your eyebrows and shook your head, "No. Definitely not here". Dieter was down bad for you, and literally did anything that would please you, so to the obvious surprise of some crew members, he stuffed the box back into his pocket with a sigh. 
"Fine, fine."
"You know I don’t care, but not at work. Please?" you gave him your best pout, you knew he couldn’t say no to.
"Yeah, yeah okay, baby." Dieter looked up at the guy who was relatively new to the team that always surrounded Dieter.
What was his name again? He couldn’t remember.
"Happy wife, happy life. Isn’t that the shit they say?" He shrugs and goes on, "I’ll do what my girl wants. No one can tell me shit, but you bet she can."
The expression on the guy’s face changed from surprised to confused and then surprised again, making you giggle quietly. "Oh, you’re married?" He asked, eyebrows raised. Dieter shot him a lopsided grin, "Heck yes, we are." Dieters eyes locked with yours and you couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. There was nothing that made you as happy as knowing you’re married to him, his drug problems aside, being Mrs. Bravo was so different to anything you had imagined as a little girl. And you loved it. 
"Alright, cameras are working again, guys." The camera man announced, and the crew quickly left the two of you alone again. 
As the interview went on, you asked Dieter some more questions about the new movie, how shooting under quarantine was for him - horrible, he had called you what feels like a hundred times a day, whining about being alone and horny- and if there were any new movies coming up with him. Dieter answered everything you wanted to know, giving the fans some insights into the film and little sneak peaks. One being a short scene, which was currently playing on a little screen next to you. Later on, the video would be seen during the interview clips, but the screen was for you to know when to go on with the interview. 
Dieter had other plans, though. He didn’t pay an ounce of attention to what was playing on the screen, his attention on your nails instead. 
"Did you get your nails done?" He asked, leaning forward to hold your hand and inspect your new set of nails. 
He had only seen you when he fell into bed, the night before. He didn’t usually come home as late as he did yesterday, but the press tour has really been "kicking his balls", to quote him. So you must have gotten them done either yesterday or today, there hasn’t been a time Dieter didn’t notice a new set of nails. Not once. 
"Yesterday, after work." You softly smiled, showing Dieter the nails. So he was right. "They match the ring." He gave you one of his cocky grins. "That was the intention." You grinned back at him. Neither of you had noticed that the video was long over, and the camera was back on the two of you. Faces inches apart and both of you with a stupidly content smile on your faces. "They look fucking amazing, baby." He said, almost whispering in awe. "Thank you, Dee." 
"Uhm, guys." someone from the crew cleared their throat. Your head shot up, and you quickly slid back into the position you had before.
"Oh my- sorry, sorry," 
Dieter leaned back in his chair and grinned at you, again. And as much as you wanted to keep professional, you had to smile at him too. 
"You should see her nails, they match our rings." Dieter said straight into one of the cameras, a cocky grin on his lips once again. You shook your head with a little giggle. So much for being professional. 
"So, back to the movie, as we could all see right now, it’s very promising." You went on, trying to act like you didn’t just want to grab Dieter’s hand and drag him to your car. Driving straight home, laying next to him in bed, nice and warm, cuddled up in his arms. 
Only a few more hours, you told yourself.
Dieter had to hold back like hell not to kiss you senseless in front of the crew members. He’s had a shit ton of media work today already, now that you were his last interview of the day -only some minor things to do afterwards- his mood has changed for the better, drastically.
He wanted to throw you over his shoulder -hell, he starts to think like a fucking caveman- carry you out of here and rip that fucking dress off of you. He’d even be fine with cuddling, anything that involved having you close to him. Although he wouldn’t quite be himself, if he wouldn’t also think about dragging you to the next empty room and fuck your brains out right now. 
Dieter was down bad for you, and -a thing he never thought was possible for him- it only got ‚worse‘ when the two of you got married. Calling you Mrs.Bravo for the first time had him almost come in his jeans. 
The interview was finally done, and you got up from your chair to get rid of all the mics and cables.
"Do you know when you’re coming home today?" You asked Dieter, back still turned to him, untangling a cable that got stuck in the chair somehow. "Hopefully fucking soon." He’s had enough of behaving, he desperately needed to feel you, even if it was just a quick kiss, his cock already painfully hard in his jeans. 
"You look fucking beautiful today, baby. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen." Dieter whispered in your ear. He wrapped his arms around your waist, as he pressed your back against his chest. "Well, thank you, but I’m still working, you know." You chuckled, joking with him. You couldn’t care less that you were at work right now, and Dieter knew you well enough to know. 
"Yeah, working pretty hard, interviewing your husband in that tease of a dress, baby."
You grinned, the dress was one of his favorites, and it showed enough skin without being too exposing to wear it for work. 
"You know I fucking love it." He whispered, so only you could hear it. "Really? I had no idea, Bravo." You teased him with a grin, turning your head to see his face. 
You could feel his stubble on your cheek as he got even closer to your ear and pressed you tighter to his body. "Can you feel what you do to be, baby? I’ll rip that fucking dress up the second we’re home." His bulge was pressing against your lower back, and your body immediately reacted to it. 
"I thought you loved it? Wouldn’t wanna ruin it, would you?" You kept teasing him, feeling his grip on your waist tighten. "Don’t challenge me, baby."
"Or what?" You looked at him with a spark in your eyes. He nuzzled his nose in the nook between your neck and shoulder. You closed your eyes at the feeling, stopping a moan from escaping your lips. "Or I’ll take your cute ass to that storage room right now and let everyone hear how good your husband treats you." He said with a low groan, sending vibrations through your whole body, straight to your core.
It took you every inch of will power you had left, not to make a head start to that damn storage room down the hall. You could feel the wetness pool in your panties. 
Instead, you turned around in his embrace and slung your arms around his neck. Playing with the strands of his now almost salt and pepper hair, you got on your tiptoes, brushing his lips with your own. "I’ll be waiting for you at home, Daddy." It elected another groan out of Dieter, his eyes closed, probably imagining what he’d do to you later. 
You gave him another soft kiss, and caressed his cheek, running your finger down bis jawline. "I’d do something about that, if I were you." You smugly grinned at Dieter's noticeable bulge in his pants. "I’d be careful what to say, peach." He muttered into your ear. Oh, you couldn’t wait to get home.
Everyone had left the room by now, leaving the two of you behind. 
"I love you." you whispered, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. There was no more joking in your voice. No more teasing. 
"I love you too, baby." Dieter pressed his forehead against yours and his nose gently nudged against your own. "I love you." He repeated and closed the little gap between you. You smiled into the kiss, letting your hands wander from his soft tummy to his back.
"I can’t fucking wait to get home." Dieter grunted out between kisses. 
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little-diable · 9 days
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In Another Life - Jasper Hale (smut)
After I got a sweet anon request as well as @omgbrcat lovely one, it only felt right to combine these two. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Jasper had once loved a woman, ready to marry her, but time hadn't been on their side, ripping her from their life before she could be his. But now, almost 150 years later, he runs into her again, set on keeping his promise.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, mentions death and abuse (nothing explicit), love through times, throwback to cowboy Jasper, fluff
Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.9k words)
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Stars were covering every inch of the sky, twinkling above as if they were trying to communicate with him. Jasper found himself staring up at them, hands interlocked in his lap, head resting against his saddle. It had been another day filled with riding, making his way through the uneasy territory. 
He was working against time and knew that she could slip right through his fingers if he didn’t make it in time. Perhaps it was his own goddamn fault, he shouldn’t have made any promises, shouldn’t have told her that he’d find her before her parents could marry her off. 
But as her letter had found him, begging him to come home to find her quickly, he had known that their end was close, he could almost taste the bitterness on his tongue, could almost feel her salty tears pressed against his thumb as he wiped them away. She was everything he had always worked for, the one he would die for, there was no way he could lose her, not in this lifetime. 
With trembling hands he reached for his pocket, tugging on the crumpled piece he always carried with him. A picture of her, perfectly capturing that beautiful laugh he could hear ringing in his ears whenever he needed to feel her close. God, she was his everything, the one whose hand he wanted to tie to his with the ring he carried with him, the golden ring with a Jasper stone. 
“Hey,” Emmett slapped his hand down on Jasper’s shoulder, ripping him out of his thoughts. They were waiting in front of Carlisle’s office, ready to drive home together after another dull day. Jasper had his golden eyes set on a woman a few seats down from them, a woman whose sight alone could resuscitate his dead heart. 
“Do you see that woman?” He should have known that Emmett wasn’t one for small movements, staring at her all too obviously. Jasper had to bite down his groan as his eyes fluttered close for a second.
It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be her. 
“She’s pretty, you should talk to her.” Emmett wiggled with his eyebrows, gaze flickering between Jasper and the woman, but Jasper didn’t give in, holding still as he flexed his fingers. With a sigh leaving him, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a picture Emmett had never seen before. Before Jasper could even begin to explain his distraction, Emmett had already ripped the faded-out photograph from his hands. “Damn, she looks like her!”
“She does.” Jasper’s throat felt all too choked up as if he was thirsty for blood – unable to speak before he got to feast from the red river. He had never been able to shake his grief, held back by the memories that followed him around daily, memories he had only shared with Edward, unwillingly that is. 
“(Y/n)?” Carlisle had opened the door, calling out the name as his eyes wandered from his sons to the woman sitting close. Jasper could only watch as she rose to her feet with a soft smile, walking past him and Emmett before following Carlisle inside. 
“Carlisle?” Emmett caught Carlisle's attention before the doctor could follow her inside, wordlessly asking him to come closer. The doctor murmured something to (y/n) before closing the door and stepping towards the two men. “You won’t believe this! Jasper dated a girl like her back in the day, we need to get them together!”
Emmett reached the photograph out for Carlisle to study it as Jasper rose to his feet with annoyance fuelling his every movement. Decades ago he had accepted his fate, forced to swallow down his anger to accept that he’ll never have her, holding her dead body all through the night. 
“You know,” he could only whisper the words as he held her close. “I would have asked you to marry me today. It took me a while to find a fitting ring, but I’m sure you would have liked this one, darlin’.”
With his eyes flickering down to the ring, he let go of a sigh. Her mother had cried against his chest, begging for forgiveness he hadn’t been able to grant. Time hadn’t been on his side, arriving too late to rescue her from a drunkard whose patience had run out way too quickly, ending her life before he could come to her. 
“In another lifetime I’ll marry you, I promise you that, darlin’.” 
“Jasper?” Carlisle stepped out of his office with (y/n) cautiously following him. “Would you mind showing (y/n) around? She’s new in town, I told her you could tell her a bit about the history of this place.”
He struggled to look at (y/n), remembering the face he’d see every single day, forced to accept that she wouldn’t ever be his. Jasper could only nod his head as he rose to his feet, stretching his cold hand out for (y/n) to shake. 
“Cold hands run in your family, huh?” The second he heard her voice for the first time, Jasper was sure he'd faint any second now, it had the same drawl, the same rumble he hadn’t heard ever since that time over 150 years ago. 
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“Are you sure you don’t want something to drink, Jas?” (Y/n)’s voice echoed through her apartment, preparing herself a drink as Jasper got himself comfortable on her couch. It had been a few days since their paths had crossed, instantly clicking as he had showed her around town, guided by the thick grey clouds and drops of rain. 
“I’m good, thank you, darlin’.” He loved the smile tugging on her lips whenever he called her that, enjoying the way he held the same power over her as she held over him, guiding the two closer together with every passing day. At first it had almost been scary how similar (y/n) was to her, reminding him of all those loving memories he had never been able to shake. By now he was simply grateful for getting a chance to feel (y/n) close, struggling to keep a respectful distance. 
“You’re quiet today, what’s going on in that head of yours?” (Y/n) sat down next to him, she reached for a blanket to throw over them both. Slowly she had adapted to his cold body temperature, trying to stop herself from shuddering whenever he touched her, torn between the unfamiliar longing she felt and the coldness he emanated. 
“Too many things you’d call me insane for.” The raspy chuckle clawing through Jasper spurred on her curiosity, forcing (y/n) to shuffle even closer. Her eyes wandered over his features, taking in every inch of his handsome face, but especially the lips she wanted to feel pressed against hers. 
“Now you have to tell me, you know how nosy I can be.” He felt her body pressing against his, subconsciously searching his closeness. Jasper found himself torn, torn between the chance of letting her in on the family secret, on the memories he desperately wanted to share with her, and the danger of her running from him, a danger to every member of his family. “Is it that bad? Are you secretly married with two children? Am I falling in love with a criminal?”
For a second, neither of them moved, caught by the confession she had spoken before thinking twice. Her wide eyes found his darkening ones, squealing in surprise as Jasper pulled her into her lap. Carefully he cupped her warm cheek, pulling (y/n) in for a kiss. Their lips moved in sync, careful at first, having to adjust to the new sensation as her heart kept picking up its beat, begging him to pull her even closer. 
“In love, huh?” He rasped his words against her lips, leaving (y/n) chuckling as she hid her warm face in the crook of his neck. Jasper wrapped his arms around her middle, eyes set on the window that gave view of the pouring rain, of the forest she lived close to. 
“What would you say when I told you that I have been alive for longer than you think? What would you say when I told you I have already loved you in another lifetime m?” She froze in his grasp. Jasper had expected her to break out in laughter, to make fun of him for speaking insane words like these. But she didn’t, (y/n) kept quiet in his hold as different emotions began to flush through her.
“What do you mean by that?” Slowly she pulled away, still sitting on his lap though with her weary eyes focused on his face. Jasper held eye contact as he reached for the photograph he had shared with Emmett and Carlisle days ago. Wordlessly he pushed it into her grasp, watching (y/n) study the woman with dilated pupils. “She looks like me.” 
“She does.” No further word left Jasper, unable to give room to the pain he felt, hoping that (y/n) wouldn’t run from him. 
“Tell me about her.” It felt like a joke, not understanding how (y/n) could focus on her rather than on the fact that he had told her about his age, about the life that was so different to hers. 
“She was my first love, I swore to marry her, but I was too late. She was dead before I could rescue her from the marriage she had been forced into.” Tears welled up in (y/n)’s eyes as her gaze flickered back down to the photograph. She traced the picture with her thumb, sharing the pain Jasper had carried deep inside of himself for decades. 
“When was that?” It was just a whisper, unable to speak with any more strength as tears began to roll down cheeks. Carefully Jasper wiped them away, softly smiling at (y/n), once again reminded of how caring she had been. 
“About one hundred and fifty years ago.” His words were followed by silence, a sillence so thick one could cut it with a knife. She didn’t move away, forced her teeth into her lower lip and kept staring at the picture. “I understand if you don’t believe me, it sounds insane, I know it does.”
“I need time to think about that.” A hum left Jasper, grateful that she hadn’t pushed him away till now. Slowly he tried to push her off his leg, set on leaving her apartment to give her enough time to think about the information he had just shared with her. “What are you doing, Jas?”
“Giving you time and space?” The confusion dripping from his words drew a chuckle out of (y/n). She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down and kissed him again. This time their kiss grew heated rather quickly drawing moans and groans out of them as Jasper shifted them around. (Y/n) found herself pressed against her couch with Jasper hovering over her, not daring to part from her just yet. 
“Don’t leave me, even though I need to wrap my head around the fact that some supernatural stuff is going on around here. For tonight I just want you to hold me close, to make me yours. If you’ll have me.” A growl crawled through Jasper as she murmured the words against his lips. His hands did quick work on his shirt, pulling it over his head with hers following moments later.
“I hope you know that once I make you mine, I won’t ever let you go again. Eternity is a long time to spend together.” She was too distracted by his wandering touch to fully focus on his words, torn between the lust pushing through her and the exictement of feeling Jasper close. It was way too easy to guide her, to make her follow every command as he held her close, set on loving her through the night before he’d fuck her properly in the early morning hours. 
“Use your words, darlin’. Tell me what you want.” Her bra fell to the ground, exposing her naked chest to Jasper’s wandering eyes. He dipped his head down to suck on her hardening nipples, hands grabbing them with just enough force to leave her gasping. (Y/n) arched her front into his touch, eyes fluttering close as he kissed his way further down south. “I asked you to speak up, didn’t I? Be a good girl for me, otherwise I’ll stop touching you.”
“I want you everywhere, want your mouth, your cock.” A raspy chuckle left Jasper as his nimble fingers worked on her trousers, freeing her from them with her damp panties following. She felt like a goddess, a goddess Jasper now marvelled at with an exciting darkness laced in his gaze. His eyes flickered up to meet hers as he forced himself between her thighs, grateful for the big space her couch offered. 
His tongue ran over her arousal-covered folds, drawing high moans from her at the unexpected touch. Her bundle pulsed against his cold thumb, making her feel as if she was on fire, even though his cold hand offered the perfect contrast. (Y/n) choked on his name as he circled her clit, tongue dipping into her tightness with a satisfied groan leaving Jasper. 
He could stay between her thighs till morning rose, pushing her over the edge again and again, high on her taste, on the sounds rumbling through her. Not once had he experienced a longing this deep, wanting to hold her close till their end of time, needing to taste her at any given chance. 
“My god, Jas, you’re so good at that.” Jasper chuckled against her cunt, adding even more speed to the movements of his thumb, wanting to watch her cum on his tongue before he’d fuck her. It didn’t take long for (y/n)’s moans to grow breathy, clawing her fingernails into the fabric of her couch to hold on before she’d pass out from the intense sensation. “I’m so close, fuck, let me cum, please.”
“Let go, darlin’, cum for me.” Her first orgasm of the night clawed through her without another warning, ripping her into another dimension as Jasper supported her through it. The smile he wore on his lips was almost devilish, urged on by the chance of feasting from her. He watched her with curious eyes, waiting for her next movements, wondering where this night would lead them to. 
“Jas,” (y/n) panted his name. “I need you to fuck me now, let me feel you, all of you, I’m on the pill.” She watched him rise to his feet to shuffle out of his clothes, exposing his hard cock to her wide eyes. Her greedy hands pulled him down for a kiss, moaning at the taste of herself stuck to his tongue. She felt him brush the tip of his cock through her slit, giving her another chance to inhale a shaky breath before he pushed into her.
Both moaned in unison, clinging to one another as he twitched inside of her. Jasper started on a slow rhythm, allowing (y/n) to adjust to his size. Only as she clawed her fingernails into his shoulder, did Jasper’s thrusts grow more ferocious. Their bodies met with every thrust, letting the sounds echo through her apartment, followed by their moans. 
“You feel so good, darlin’, so fucking good.” He moaned against her lips, staring down at her with love and lust laced in his gaze. (Y/n) choked on her sobs, holding him close as her walls fluttered around him. 
Jasper pulled out of her without a warning, momentarily leaving her empty. He flipped her around, pressed her against the armrest of her couch before he pushed back into her from behind. He held her against his chest with one hand, while the other found her overstimulated clit, pushing her closer to the edge. 
They watched the rain pour from the sky as he fucked her breathless, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of Jasper buried deep inside of her. She felt her orgasm about to rush through her again, tightening her grip on his forearm as she choked out his name. Jasper only groaned against the back of her neck, trying to keep himself from forcing his teeth into her skin right there and then. 
Both came with their bodies clinging to one another, with her heart racing, with sweat pooling on her forehead and his body shaking in excitement. Jasper stayed buried inside of her for a while, wordlessly holding her close to allow (y/n) to relax in his grasp. 
“If you always fuck like that, I think I can accept being in a relationship with something supernatural.” Breathy chuckles left him as he parted from her, picking her up to carry her towards her shower. He pressed a kiss to her swollen lips, and at that moment he made a silent promise to himself and to her. 
This was another chance at their life together, finally allowing him to love her in another lifetime.
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milfandh0ney · 1 year
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can you do a comfort fic where mel is insecure because she’s so much older then reader who also teaches at abbott🥺
A concert six months from now
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x reader
Summary: Melissa feels insecure about her age, putting strain on your relationship
Warnings: none?
Notes: did not get swallowed up by a tornado 👍🏻 love you guys ❤️
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Freshly showered and nighttime routines completed, you snuggle up into Melissa’s side, siphoning her hard-earned heat through your cold toes. She grunts at the jolting chill but shakes her head to herself and doesn’t comment, reaching an arm around you instead. You happily lay your head on her chest and draw lazy patterns over the skin of her stomach as she scrolls through her social media.
Melissa looks up from her phone and peers at you through her glasses. “Vinny texted and said Pearl Jam is playing at Citizens Bank Park in a few months. Wanna go? He knows a guy that can get cheap tickets.” She draws her left arm up from your shoulder to thread through your still damp locks.
You lift your head so your chin rests on the hand you have on her chest and your face brightens. “That sounds like fun! You know, my parents always listened to them while I was growing up. When I first played Guitar Hero III I sang Even Flow perfectly at age nine,” you flash her a proud smirk. “Ten was the first record I bought myself.”
The hand in your hair stops moving and Melissa doesn’t hear the rest of your words. All she can think is how you said my parents and you aren’t talking about people in their eighties. You’re talking about a man and a woman she herself could have gone to high school with.
Melissa isn’t a fool—she knows you’re younger than her by more than a decade. She knew that when she first made a move on you. The way you looked at her with those cute little smiles and the shy glances sealed the deal. No way was she going to pass you up. But she also hadn’t been confronted with just how young you are until now.
Instead of texting Vinny back, she removes her glasses and sets both them and her phone on the bedside table. After turning off the lamp, she sinks down deeper into her pillows. You reach over for a goodnight kiss which she happily reciprocates, but she doesn’t put as much passion into it as usual.
That night, she struggles to fall asleep, tossing and turning all night long. The morning comes all too soon, the sun rising and the birds chirping, shoving Melissa head first into a migraine. She’s quiet as she gets ready for work and she’s quiet on the drive there.
Usually, you’ll head into the school first and Melissa will follow a few minutes later, but you arrive so early it isn’t necessary today. No one will see you two together and know you’ve been seeing each other. The latchkey kids are playing a game of kickball outside when one of them spots you and runs up to ask if you want to join in. Melissa carries on as if she didn’t even hear the kid and makes her way into the break room for another cup of coffee.
As the pot brews, Melissa’s eyes are drawn out of the window. She watches as you round the makeshift bases, expertly avoiding the tag of a first grader. It’s an adorable sight and she loves how well you get along with children but she feels her heart sink in her chest. You’re young and spritely, you probably want some kids of your own.
Melissa lets her mind wander to what that would look like for you two. It would be at least a year to get engaged, another year to plan a wedding. Would you want kids right away or have a few years to yourself? Another year to actually make the kid and then Melissa would be less than five years from sixty. Would she even make it to the child’s graduation?
Even if a baby miraculously appeared now, she wouldn’t be able to do everything she would want to. She would want to teach them to throw the perfect curveball or how to throw a punch in field hockey without being benched. Her body isn’t in its twenties anymore. Just a few years ago during field day, she pulled a muscle in her leg and walked with an embarrassing limp for weeks.
The coffee pot sputters as the last few drips fall into the carafe and Melissa’s eyes are finally pulled from the window. Kids aren’t something that she could ever give to you. She thinks about it until lunch.
Although you sit at the same table, all of your concerned looks and under the table nudges are ignored. Melissa pokes at her leftover ziti as Jacob drones on and on about his latest project. Most of his words go in one of her ears and out the other, but she hears enough to know he’s planning on holding a mock election.
“When I was in fourth grade, my elementary school held a mock election,” Melissa turns her head towards you when she hears you speak up, not wanting to miss a word you say. “It was fun and a great learning experience. Proud to say I voted for Obama and not John McCain.” The room erupts with laughter from all the younger teachers but Melissa feels her breathing stop. Obama and McCain? That couldn’t have been so long ago that you were in elementary school at the time, right? She racks her brain and realizes she had already been married and divorced by 2008.
God, you’re young.
She hears Ava invite you and all the other youngins out to the club on Saturday since she’s now a partial owner and Melissa’s headache is suddenly a hundred times worse. That’s something else she can’t do. Of course she loves a good party. The beer, the music, the dancing are all in her wheelhouse. However, she can’t stay out until two anymore or her whole weekend is messed up. It would take her a month to get her sleep schedule back on track.
God, she’s old.
You decline the invitation, citing previous plans for the weekend, and Melissa wants to curl up into a ball so tightly that she combusts and leaves only a pile of dust behind. She’s sure there’s enough pressure behind her eyes to make that happen. The burn of shame lights in her stomach. There’s no way she wants to be responsible for you not going out and having fun. You don’t need to stop living your life because you two are…involved.
She feels like she might throw up.
Melissa exits the break room and takes a minute to herself in her empty classroom. She knows what she has to do. You come by her room after school lets out, all happy and smiley. It breaks Melissa’s heart.
“Hi,” you greet her, plopping yourself in her lap like usual. “I missed you.” Melissa’s hands hold your waist as your arms reach around her neck to bring her in for a kiss.
“So,” you say with a smile after you separate. “My parents are coming into town on Friday for my mom’s birthday. When I asked her what she wanted, she said she wants to meet the person I’ve been seeing.” Melissa’s chest fills with anguish. She knows exactly where this is going. “Are you up for going to dinner with them?”
The way you bite your lip and your eyes are full of hope makes this so much harder for her to have to do. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you too,” Melissa starts, swallowing the heavy emotion building up in her throat. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
She can’t look at you when you move to get up off her lap as if she scalded you. “What? That’s it?” Your voice cracks and Melissa has to squeeze her eyes shut because she knows she wouldn’t be able to take the sight of you crying over her. You wait but she doesn’t respond and her eyes don’t open until she can’t hear the sound of your footsteps fading any longer.
When she slips into bed that night, the sheets are noticeably cold even though she doesn’t have your popsicle toes all over her anymore. Melissa has been divorced for over a decade, why is she having issues sleeping alone for a night? It isn’t as if you were warming up one half of the mattress every night anyway. She should be used to this.
Melissa sighs, moving to the middle of the bed where she used to sleep before you came along. She doesn’t know what she was thinking when she got with you. You’re half her age and probably don’t know what a floppy disc is or how to rewind a tape. She has no business being with someone that can’t remember 9/11.
But you’re such a pretty girl. Those long legs are oh so flexible and your laugh is like music to her ears. She loves how smart you are and how kind you are to everyone. You’re sweet enough to give her a toothache.
So sweet, in fact, that Melissa knows you wouldn’t end the relationship even if it was hurting you. It could be your pride keeping you from admitting defeat or naivety in thinking it’ll get better, Melissa isn’t sure which. She was there when you were with that nitwit when they treated you like shit and you didn't break things off. Why would this be any different? No, Melissa needed to be the adult in the relationship. She did the right thing. The adult thing.
And that’s what she tells you when you confront her the next day.
Your eyes are ablaze and your arms press tightly to your chest. “Why do you think that’s the adult thing? Wouldn’t that be talking about it?” She must admit, you make a good point, but talking it out would have made it harder on both of you. She did the right thing.
Melissa sets her jaw and attempts to focus on the assignments she was trying to grade. “Go home,” she urges sternly. Fear sets in that you’ll just say please and Melissa will give in and you’ll spend the rest of your life resenting her for taking away your youth.
She sighs in resignation when your hand lands on the paper she’s grading as you lean over her desk to get closer to her. “Not without you,” you plead. You’re stubborn, a product of your age she’s sure. Especially when you perceive something as unjust. It might not seem like it now, but in a few years you’ll thank her for this. She’s doing right by you.
“What’s this all about? Do you think it’s too early to meet my parents? Because you could’ve just said that.” Melissa lifts her head to look at you and she immediately regrets it. Your eyes shine with unshed tears and you blink rapidly to keep them at bay.
She takes pity on you. She can’t let you think you’re the problem. “It’s not that it’s just….I’m the same age as your mom. Doesn’t that make us creepy?” Her eyes beg you to understand what she’s trying to say. I don’t want to hold you back.
You close your eyes and shake your head softly. “It’s only creepy if you have power over me. The only power you have is your hips and your mouth and those hands.” You stroke a finger across the edges of her palm with a watery laugh.
Melissa tries not to shiver at the touch, struggling to hold her ground. “Don’t you want to go out with the kids?” I don’t want to hold you back.
You scoff and sit on the edge of the desk. “To the club? Mel, when have I ever wanted to do that?” Your bitter laugh hurts Melissa more than it should. “You know me. I’d rather stay home and watch a movie or read a book than get sweaty and listen to shitty pop music all night.”
Melissa shakes her head and stops pretending to grade, leaning back in her chair instead. “But you’re young. You should go be young and date around instead of getting stuck with me.” She’s old and you’ve got so much life left ahead of you. I don’t want to hold you back.
You roll your eyes. “I don’t care what people think I should do and I never have. Why should I start now?” Melissa knows better than to try to tell you what to do. She switches tactics.
“It just wouldn’t work long term no matter how much I like you.” I don’t want to hold you back. She cups your cheek and your hand automatically comes up to rest on top of hers, sealing her touch to you. It makes her want to cry knowing it’s going to be the last time it’ll happen.
A frown settles on your face. “You’re not making any sense. I thought what we had was good? Everything was fine yesterday. More than fine.” She smiles sadly, rubbing her thumb along your cheekbone.
“I’m too old to be having kids or running around or getting a fixer upper or,” she struggles to think of another example, “eating…kale,” she finishes lamely.
Abruptly, you stand and let Melissa’s hand fall heavily to the desk with a thud. “And you didn’t think to ask me if I wanted any of those things? I’m not over here assuming you love knitting and watching Fox News, am I?” Your face heats up and you laugh humorlessly. The fight drains out of you. “Maybe you’re right,” you say softly, defeated. “Maybe you’re too stubborn and set in your ways for this to work. Have a good night.”
You spin on your heel and walk briskly away. Melissa stands to catch you. This isn’t how she wants to leave this but you’re already at the door. “Wait, hon, don’t—,”
You whip back around to look at her. “I may be half your age, but I’m not half the adult you are. I know who I am and what I want. You should try it sometime.” Then you disappear down the hallway and Melissa’s shoulders slump with the heavy weight of loss.
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It’s late by the time you make it home from dinner with your parents. When you pull into the parking lot of your apartment complex, Melissa is sitting on the hood of her car, feet dangling over the edge. You don’t say a word, just turn off your car and head into the building. Her heavy footsteps trail behind you all the way up the stairs and down the hallway to your door.
You fish your keys back out of your bag but before you slide the key into the lock, you pause and turn to halfway face Melissa. She rocks back on her heels out of nervousness and runs her fingers through her hair. “I know what I want. I was just scared you would realize how crazy this is and change your mind.” She rubs her face tiredly then continues.
If you could be an adult and talk things out, she can be an adult and apologize when necessary. “I should have talked to you about it but I didn’t and I’m sorry. I let my insecurities get in the way.” Her head lifts from the floor and she tries to meet your eyes. “Are, um, are your parents still going to be here tomorrow? Because I’d like to meet them, if I can. Let them know how good of a job they did with you?” She wrings her fingers together in an anxious gesture you haven’t seen from her before.
Without a word, you turn back to the door and unlock it. When you enter the apartment, you leave the door wide open behind you. Melissa follows, understanding the gesture for what it is, and closes the door behind her.
After shrugging off your jacket and hanging it up with your bag, you turn back to her, arms crossed. “Are you going to do this to me again? Walk away without talking to me about it?”
Melissa stands up a little straighter. “No. If something’s wrong I’ll come to you and we’ll work it out together,” she says assuredly. She refuses to be too set in her ways and make the same mistake twice.
You regard her carefully for a moment before holding out your hand to take her leather jacket. She hands it to you and carefully unties her shoes, leaving her feet clad in a pair of socks she’s sure you’ll recognize as yours. With a soft smile, you lead her to the couch and carefully lay on top of her as she drops her head to the armrest.
Melissa missed this, even though you only spent one night apart. She holds the back of your head, lightly pressing you into her chest while she inhales the scent of your shampoo. The comfort of being in each other’s arms again relaxes both of you. The room is silent except for the sounds of your breathing.
Melissa clears her throat. “You don’t think I’m too old?” The question is practically whispered and she’s surprised you even hear it.
You turn your head to press a kiss to her sternum before answering. “I wouldn’t ever think to even call you old. You have such an intense and intoxicating energy.” Your fingers glide across her collarbones and her breathing becomes more shallow. “Mel, you could have a cane and I still wouldn’t think you’re old. You'd probably go beat the shit out of someone with it if they looked at you the wrong way,” you laugh to yourself, picturing Melissa as someone actually old.
Your soft smile turns into a grin. “And you sure don’t have the stamina of someone old,” you tease. In half a second, you flip yourself on top of her, straddling her waist. Her hands automatically grip your hips to steady you and her face grows hot with your implication. “So pretty, Mel,” you lower your top half so you can kiss her. “God, how could you think I would want anything other than you?”
Melissa watches as you reverently trace the features of her face, looking down at her with the softest look she’s ever seen. She mentally kicks herself for thinking she was doing the right thing by letting you go. You want her just as much as she wants you.
When she started teaching, Melissa knew working with young people would be hard, but the reward would be worth it. You definitely aren’t as young as her second graders, but maybe loving young people works the same way.
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nootnootwook · 4 months
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under the mistletoe
pairing: kim jiwoong x fem!reader
genre: best friends to lovers
in which: you and jiwoong both try to catch each other under the mistletoe
warnings !! - lowercase intended, kisses, wine
series masterlist !!
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you and jiwoong met in university, you both studied the same major and quickly became friends. you often hung out with each other which caused the two of you to have a strong bond despite knowing one another for only a few years.
it would be a lie to say that jiwoong hasn't made you feel anything towards him in those few years. he was an attractive man with a great personality which honestly checked all the boxes. he always put you first and made sure you were okay and comfortable in any situation he could. he truly was all you could ever ask for and more.
so this year you decided to do something about your feelings for him.
you had the perfect plan. both of you decided to spend christmas together at your apartment so you made sure to buy a hefty supply of mistletoe and try to stand under it with him.
you ordered the mistletoe and carefully planted it at practically every doorway of your apartment before he arrived at your place.
you managed to set up a gorgeous dinner for the both of you in your small cosy apartment, candlelight beings the only source of light along with your fairy lights and the set table on which stood a beautiful bouquet, and you hoped that he would appreciate what you have organized. you got ready and perfected the flowers on the table.
just as you were away to reach for the mulled wine which just finished heating on the stove you heard a knock.
"come in!" you shouted from the kitchen. you heard the door open and soon jiwoong walked into your kitchen in a white dress shirt and black slacks, a matching blazer hung from his shoulder. in his hands a small gift bag which he left under the tree next to your gift for him before walking over to you.
you felt the butterflies in your stomach as you turned off the stove and embraced him.
"merry christmas ji," you said into the embrace
"same to you y/n. you look amazing," he unwrapped himself from you and moved to help you with the wine claiming he doesn't want you to burn yourself while handling the hot beverage.
after pouring the wine into glasses he picked them up, headed over to the table and placed them down.
"sit, i'll get the food" he said with a warm smile and moved to pull out your seat.
"no, it's okay. you're my guest, i should be serving you, not the other way around." you waved your hands frantically but he just walked towards you with a smile.
"you’re so cute” he whispered under his breath “let's go together then, yeah?" he said and grabbed your hand in his. it was soft and warm and embraced your own so perfectly.
you were too occupied with the feeling of his hand in yours that you forgot to mention the small sprig of mistletoe above the kitchen door. he grabbed some of the food that was layed out on the counter while you took what was left back to the table.
the two of you sat down and started to eat.
"this tastes increduble y/n" he said as he took a bite of the food you prepared.
"thank you ji," you felt yourself blush slightly and were thankful for the the limited light that was iluminating your face.
“you know” he started “ i think we should get to the gifts soon. i cant wait for you to see what i got you” he smiled and took another bite of food.
“i think so too” you said and took a sip of the warm wine.
you both finished off the rest of the food and after some other conversations and laughter jiwoong got up to use the bathroom.
“i’ll be back in one second, go wait by the tree” he said softly. you nodded and went over to the sofa before you remembered that’s you had a few christmas snacks and cookies ready for later on (now) so you left the glasses of wine on the coffee table and got up to go to the kitchen.
just as you stepped foot in the kitchen and started picking out the snacks jiwoong left the bathroom. he saw that the dishes were still left out on the table and decided to take them in for you. so, being the amazing person he is, he grabbed the dishes and headed towards the kitchen.
as you were leaving the kitchen, arms full of snacks, jiwoong was walking in with the dishes from the table. you bumped into him seeing as you didn’t notice him due to your full arms.
“i’m so sorry! i didn’t see you” you said quickly. you notice a bit of icing that was left on his shirt from one of the cookies you were taking through. “oh no your shirt! wait here” you ran back to the kitchen and left the snacks on the counter. you grab a cloth and wet it under the tap before rushing back over to jiwoong. you take the dishes from him and put them on the counter. “i’m sorry ji i didn’t mean to ruin your shirt” you say as you start wiping at the bright green stain.
“hey it’s okay” he said and grabbed your wrist. you looked up at him and started into his shining eyes. he looked back into your eyes before his eyes flickered to your lips. before you could say anything he looked up, you followed after him and saw the small sprig of mistletoe you planted on the doorway hours prior.
“jiwoong..” as you looked back down you noticed he was already staring at you. “i- we don’t have t-“ you were cut off by him pressing his lips against yours so softly you thought you were imagining it and yet you pressed your lips back to his just seconds later with so much force and passion all he could do was wrap one arm around your waist and bring his hand to cup your face. it was as if time had stopped and sped up at the same time. you wanted to stay in this moment forever and yet you both pulled away breathless and with glossy lips.
“i guess my gift to you was pointless” he says. you give him a confused look before he laughs and pulls you over to the christmas tree. he picks up the small gift bag and pulls out a small sprig of mistletoe while looking at you with a wide smile.
“you are such a dork” you said with a laugh while taking the mistletoe from him.
“yeah but i’m your dork” he said “if you’ll have me of course”
“hmm” you pretend to think before holding the mistletoe above the two of you. “i will” you said and pulled him into another kiss which had both of you smiling into it. you were sure that mistletoe will become a new, meaningful tradition for the both of you.
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a/n: hi my lovelies !!! i’m back after literally all year i’m sorry 😭😭 i hope you guys enjoy this series please feel free to reblog like and comment and also send in some of your own asks !!! love you all please look forward to the next part !!!
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stevesbipanic · 1 year
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Steve had always needed glasses.
When he was younger hisnyees weren't that bad but the optometrist had told them they would get worse as he got older. His father heard that as doesn't need them yet. His father thought people who wore glasses were weak. Steve imagined his father was quite the bully growing up and probably pushed around nerds like Steve would later do. Steve's father had told him that he wouldn't be weak, he was a Harrington after all.
The problem with not wearing glasses when you probably should be is certain things become more difficult. Things like being able to read the chalkboard perfectly fine but not the textbook in front of you. Having to squint slightly to recognise people beside you. Getting a headache when he squinted for too long.
By the time he was in high school he was falling behind after scrapping C's. Luckily for him his parents weren't around much anymore. So he got himself glasses. He didn't wear them outside of course, still afraid of his father. But at least at home he could read the chapters they'd covered in class, he could write his notes and write his assignments more legibly. One of his teachers almost failed him for cheating since his handwriting had gotten better.
Several concussions later, Steve's vision was much worse than predicted for the twenty year old. His parents weren't coming back and by now he really didn't care. So he started to wear his glasses more.
The kids didn't seem to care much, Max especially liked another member of the group wearing glasses. Robin cracked a joke that she always knew there was a bit of dweeb inside him. Nancy said they made him look distinguished. Steve had been worried about Eddie's reaction however.
The two boys had only been dating a few months and Steve didn't want to give Eddie any reason to leave. He'd wear the glasses on his drive to the trailer and let Eddie drive if they went anywhere together. He enjoyed Eddie reading to him instead of reading the book himself. He knew where most things were in the kitchen by now that he didn't need his glasses to make breakfast. He'd show Eddie eventually, he just wanted to enjoy this for a bit longer.
Steve had been sick for a week. A harsh cold that he'd caught after looking after half the kids earlier who'd gotten it too. Eddie had made him soup, glad to finally return the favour after Steve had looked after him after the Upside Down. He had his own set of keys to Steve's house by now so he let himself in and heated up the soup.
"Stevie, sweetheart? I made you some soup, baby." Eddie had said softly pushing open Steve's bedroom door.
Steve had been curled up in bed reading one of Eddie's books he'd left there, feeling comforted by Eddie even if he wasn't there. When Steve looked up, Eddie saw the glasses on his face and Steve's eyes widened.
"Aw Stevie what's this? Didn't know colds made pretty boys cuter."
Steve blushed pushing the glasses further up his nose.
"You don't think they make me look weak or weird?"
Eddie placed the soup down and climbed into bed with Steve, cold be damned.
"Stevie, of course not, I think you look cute covered in blood, glasses aren't gonna change that. Who's been saying things like that, the kids?"
"No, my father, I've needed them since I was a kid but he wouldn't let me have them."
Eddie mentally added that to the list of reasons he was going to kill Steve's parents if they ever came back but for now he had a boyfriend to comfort.
"I think they make you look strong and beautiful, love."
"Could you read to me? I can see the words fine now but I like it better when you do it with the voices."
"Of course, sweetheart."
The boys got comfortable and Eddie read until they both fell into a deep sleep. Steve was happy to wear his glasses all the time now, he had plenty of beautiful things to look at after all.
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gabessquishytum · 4 months
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Hob is over 600 hundred years old, he’s got a ton of trauma that he never knew how to deal with until he learns about something in the early 2000’s…. Age regression. Hob didn’t have a childhood in the traditional sense so the idea of going to back to a childlike mind set fascinated him, but now he can’t exactly control when it happens. Whenever he gets stressed out his mind instantly goes to it, which had caused some problems especially after his stranger, Dream came back into his life. Hob had to pretend, hide his stuffed ducky and paci whenever Dream came over. He had to control his mind if anything vaguely distressing came up. This of course became an even BIGGER problem once him and Dream got together, they started sleeping in the same bed (well Hob slept anyway) and his ducky hadn’t seen the light in many weeks. Everything was going great until Dream asks a question. “Hob dear…are you pregnant?” Dream asks one day laying his head in Hob’s lap as the bigger man was reading a book. All this got was a book dropped on his face. “Oh dream I’m so sorry are you alright? You just um startled me with the question,” Dream of course was fine no mere mortal book could pose any threat to him, although under the cover of darkness he would admit his nose hurt a little.
“I am perfectly fine, Hob Gadling. But you have not answered my question.”
“Dream…I don’t know how to tell you this but I don’t exactly have the parts to get pregnant.”
“hmm,” Dream pondered, “how strange” he said laying back in Hob’s lap.
“wait wait wait hang on..why you’d think i was pregnant?”
“you dream of nurseries, baby bottles, stuffed animals…I don’t mean to look into your dreams but when we were in such close proximity it just happened I’m very sorry for invading your privacy,”
“was it a duck?” “Pardon?”
“the stuffed animal was it a duck?” Dream only nods in response.
it takes Hob a few more weeks to actually tell Dream what that meant. His Dreams had become more frequent and Dream was learning things but he wasn’t sure how to apply them. This was of course until Hob was mid panic attack and Dream somehow knew the duck was in the closet. “Hob…hob look at me,”
he looks up from his position on the floor barely able to breathe.
“I found a friend who really wants to talk to you,” Dream pulls out the duck from behind him and Hob immediately snatches it, seeming to calm down immensely. Dream didn’t ask questions that night, only comforted Hob, that however does not stop him from asking questions later. “You are not with child,”
Hob chuckles stirring his soup. “I know that love,”
“You are the child,”
Hob drops his spoon, he wants to run he wants his ducky, but he has to stay strong and deny everything.
“I am 600 years old I’m less of a child than your average person,”
Dream walks over to him and cradles Hob’s face in his hand.
“Hob…darling.”
He can’t look at Dream, he can’t.
“I’m not going to judge you, I merely wish to help you,”
Hob sighs and tells Dream everything. it’s a slow process after that, Hob formally introduces Dream to Ducky and shows him the pacifier after that, those being his only two items, Dream intended to change that. And after a few weeks a…dynamic began to emerge. And a year and a half later this is where our story unfolds.
Hob had a bad day, dream can sense it a dark cloud had entered the New Inn and it was quickly coming up the stairs, Dream wasn’t quite sure if Hob needed his other moniker today he would wait until the other man told him. Hob taught a lesson on the 1600’s because of his class schedule he technically taught it three times, he hated his unit on the 1600’s but someone had to do it. He was dropping fast he had to get upstairs, everyone knew not to speak to Mr. Gadling when he got in a bad mood because he usually didn’t talk back and looked like he didn’t understand what you were saying.
When he gets up there, the doors unlocked. Dream knows, little Hob has such trouble with locks. He opens the door and there stands Dream with a look of such openness and sympathy Hob knows he definitely knows. “D-d-da daddy,” Hob manages to choke out crying. Oh he definitely needed Dream’s other D moniker today. Dream swoops Hob into a hug, after so much time he was a professional at this. He holds Hob’s face in his hands. “Tell me what you need little one,”
“h-hungry”
Dream knew, he had known Hob was doing lectures on the 1600’s he would feel his hunger more acutely. He had prepared for this. He holds him close, petting his hair. “oh my poor baby is hungry, that just won’t do, why don’t we get dressed for a night in, and Daddy will get your bottle off the stove, how’s that little one?” Hob only nods, letting Dream hold his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Getting dress for a night in meant Hob’s little pajamas made of the softest and most comfortable Dreamstuff of course. Soon Dream heard the ding of the stove as he was settling Hob in bed. “Now my darling boy, you stay right here while Daddy goes and gets your bottle,” Hob looks hesitantly off to the side. “What’s wrong, hob?” “D-ducky,”
that’s what Dream had forgot! He summoned Ducky from his corner in the closet and handed him to Hob.
“Ducky!” Hob was delighted and held on to his bird companion close
Dream chuckled and went to fetch Hob his bottle. When he returned it seemed as if Hob was animatedly telling Ducky about his day, it was mostly baby babble that Dream didn’t understand, but Ducky could, Ducky always understood. Dream quietly knocked on the door so as to not startle Hob.
“Hobbit, Daddy’s got your bottle,” 
Hob looked up and squealed in delight at Dream’s presence or at the presence of food, Dream wasn’t sure, it didn’t matter anyhow all that mattered was that Hob was happy.
Dream came up to Hob’s side of the bed.
“Dweam!” 
“Yes Hob Dream is here,”
He goes to hand Hob the bottle but strangely Hob only looks at it. 
“Oh, is someone really little? Can Daddy hop into bed with you?”
Hob nods and Dream slides into next to him. 
“Do you want me to feed you?”
Hob nodded eagerly, he must have been very young to be almost nonverbal.
Dream maneuvered the both of them until Hob was in Dream’s lap. 
He held the bottle up and Hob drank down almost greedily.
“Slow down little one you don’t want to upset your tummy, my, my, someone was hungry, wasn’t he?” 
Dream fed Hob and rocked him back and forth as he cuddled Ducky.
“You’re my good, brave little boy. You did so well today. Now it’s time for daddy to take care of you,” 
Once Hob had finished his bottle Dream fed him some sugar coated strawberries to get some solid food in him. 
“Full”
“Oh good boy, thank you for telling Daddy.”
Dream put away the strawberries and rubbed Hob’s little tummy.
Sometimes when Hob was little Dream would park him in front of the tv, this was usually on the weekends when Hob regressed more to decompress than anything else. Little Hob was obsessed with cartoons, he’d sit for hours unmoving fascinated by the moving pictures, Dream started diapering him after one too many accidents. But Hob didn’t need that right now. Right now he needed his Daddy. 
“Alright baby boy, do you want daddy to tell you a story?”
After that he had fallen asleep in Dream’s arms. 
Although there are pit falls when this happens…
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The next morning…. 
Dream was in the kitchen preparing some tea waiting for Hob to wake up, he never woke up regressed so this was bound to be entertaining. 
“Aw fuck I did it again, we’re really in it now, Ducky,” he could hear Hob mutter from the bedroom.
“Dream,” he called from the bedroom.
“Yes darling?”
“I uh… wet…my ……protection,”
Dream chuckled, he always did.
“Do you need Daddy’s help?” Dream teased. 
“What! No no I got it I’ll just do it myself, I’m a grown man thank you very much,”
Dream chuckled and headed for the bedroom, he never in fact did it himself.
-🦎
So I have little to no experience with writing age regression BUT I'm absolutely fascinated and delighted by the concept! And let me tell you, age regression + Hob made me absolutely melt. I feel like I could really get into what an amazing way this would be for him to cope with immortality (because while it is a gift, it causes significant strain on him) but mostly I just want to appreciate how cute this is!!! Hob and Ducky melted my heart, he's such a sweet boy and I'm so glad Dream will be taking good care of him from now on!! The whole thing about him being extra hungry when he's little just made my whole chest clench up - give that baby his bottle!!!!!
Also love fully grown Hob at the end and how they're teasing each other, loving each other, accepting each other. No real embarrassment, because Hob knows that he's loved and cared for! Plus him still talking to Ducky absolutely cracked me up.
I would definitely love to see more of this kind of thing in the dreamling-sphere! Thank you so much for sharing this adorable little ficlet.
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juliendrf · 1 year
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the best (part 2)
in case you don’t know that yet. English isn’t my first language.
The flight home felt like an eternity.
Not to mention the hours that had passed during the photo shoot and the press conference. But despite all the stress and although Alexia was extremely exhausted after such an eventful day, she wasn't tired.
Exhausted? Yes. But tired? Not at all.
While everyone else, including FC Barcelona president Joan Laporta, fell asleep on their private jet, Alexia was sitting in the very front row, her two trophies secured on the seat beside her, staring out the window.
The lights of small villages and towns shimmered through the cloud-covered night sky, with the moon illuminating the beautiful scenery just perfectly.
This day had been perfect so far.
Alexia felt her lips curl into a tiny smile as she casts a look to her right, proudly gazing at the two trophies beside her.
The only thing missing was Erin.
"I'll take you with me next time", the midfielder mumbles as she brushes her fingertips over the heavy trophies, already looking forward to presenting them to her loved one later that night.
Luckily, the flight wouldn't take too long.
Because Alexia couldn't wait to finally make it back home after her dirty little moment earlier had been interrupted by that stupid man.
Since the phone call, the athlete felt the excitement brewing inside her. She caught herself rubbing her thighs together every now and then, biting down on her bottom lip every time she thought about her girlfriend's touch.
Yes, she needed it.
Especially after the intensive teasing the blonde tortured her with in the locker room. Never in a million years would Alexia have believed that she would enjoy this side of herself. Or that this side even existed.
But the time spent with Erin made her realize that there were many things she didn't know about herself yet. Things she had yet to explore.
And Alexia enjoyed every little moment of it.
She could hardly wait to get back home, and as she stepped out of the plane and into the black van that had been chartered for her transfer, she wished she could give the driver an extra tip so he would drive faster.
For the old man was driving as if he had just acquired his driver's license.
By the time they arrived in the neighborhood where her and Erin were living, she felt the excitement growing. The warm sensation between her thighs intensified all over again. Alexia was convinced she'd ruined her underwear again by the time she arrived at their apartment on the top floor of the building.
Stumbling out of the elevator with the coat covering her dress, her clothes from earlier, and the pair of uncomfortable high heels stuffed into the duffel bag she'd slung over her shoulder.
Setting the pair of heavy trophies down on the floor while fumbling out her key and carrying the other items, was indeed a challenge.
As she entered the apartment, she was surprised to not find her girlfriend waiting for her by the door.
Instead, she found the light next to the couch switched on, dimmed, and some comedy show playing on the television, while the therapist was laying on her stomach, arms spread out at her sides, lips slightly pursed, peaceful, while little snoring sounds escaped through them.
Chuckling softly at the peaceful sight of her beautiful girlfriend, Alexia cautiously shuts the door to avoid waking Erin, and sets the duffle bag down beside the doo,r before pushing the coat off her shoulders.
With a happy smile on her lips, the captain strolled in the direction of the living room, asking herself how Erin had passed out when they'd been texting just a few minutes ago.
Not that she would blame her.
The sun was about to rise, and the therapist had been up all night, waiting for the midfielder to return.
Running her fingertips through her hair and adjusting her white gown, Alexia bent down beside her girlfriend, pressing her lips to the therapist's forehead.
"Buenos dias, Bonita", the athlete whispers, reaching out to run her fingers tentatively through the blonde's tousled hair, feeling her stir in response to the tender touch. Rubbing her eyes lightly as she senses the presence of another person beside her, Erin turns on her side, facing Alexia.
"I'm home, Bonita", the captain announces, a happy smile on her lips as she tugs the blonde's chin upwards, eyes twinkling at Erin as soon as the therapist opens one eye.
After blinking twice, the blonde closes her eyes for a moment, before she's suddenly wide awake.
"Holy...", she breathes, her eyes wide as her lips part, her gaze immediately roaming from Alexia's flawless visage to the gown, along the edges of the smooth-looking, shimmering white fabric, then back to her hazel eyes.
"Is that all?", the midfielder chuckles, straightening up again as she adjusts her dress once more.
She immediately takes a step back when the blonde had enough strength to sit up, staring at her girlfriend with wide eyes, completely speechless.
"I... that's... you... wow", Erin stammers, chuckling slightly as she sits up, clearly not feeling properly dressed in her silk robe at this point.
But there was hardly anything that would keep up with Alexia in that moment.
"You're absolutely stunning, love", the blonde breathes, now wide awake as she places her cold palms on the athlete's hips, pulling the woman towards her with a gentle tug.
Smirking as her eyes sparkle, Alexia's gaze moves from the blonde's eyes and down her body, admiring the slender figure wrapped into her favorite, black silk robe.
"My eyes are up here", the blonde reminds her as she gently lifts the captain's chin with her index finger.
Alexia glances down at the therapist's delectable lips, and doesn't waste another second before allowing herself to crash their lips together, eager to be pleased after having been teased all day. She felt as if she'd been robbed.
As their tongues tangle and as hands seemed to be all over each other, the captain pushes the therapist back towards the couch, her warm fingers fumbling with the tie of Erin's silk robe, the arousal of the last few hours brewing again.
She was in the mood. And she was in need of release.
Chuckling softly, the blonde tentatively wraps her cold fingers around her girlfriend's wrists, stopping her from tugging at the tie.
She wasn't allowed to untie it yet.
"No, no, no, love", the therapist warns, pulling back as she places Alexia's hands at her sides, a smirk plastered on her lips as she admires the woman in front of her.
Alexia was absolutely perfect.
The midfielder's eyes dilate, a small pout forming as she realizes that the blonde was teasing her once again.
Haven't they waited long enough?
"Have you been granted permission, love?", Erin questions, furrowing an eyebrow as she gradually releases the athlete's wrists and takes a step back to create a safe distance between the athlete and herself.
"But... didn't we...", Alexia interjects instantly, the pout growing, whereupon Erin just laughs.
"Rules are rules. Nothing's changed just because you got another trophy", the blonde tells her, glancing around the room before turning her attention back to the stunning woman in front of her.
Shrugging her shoulders, Alexia purses her lips, most likely to object, but closes them as she watches the therapist walking away from her with long strides.
"Trophies", the athlete mumbles, a bit shy even, as she places her hands behind her back, signaling Erin that she was willing to do whatever she asked. Of course she would.
"What did you say? You'll need to speak a little louder if you want me to hear you, love", the therapist insists firmly, heading over to the sideboard to open one of the drawers, retrieving something.
"You said I got another trophy. But I got two. So it's trophies. Plural", the somewhat older athlete comments, casting a glance back over her shoulder to see what the blonde is up to, but unfortunately, she can't see anything.
Erin just chuckles dryly.
As the blonde got something out of the drawer and then slowly closes it, she realizes how much these last few hours had aroused the midfielder. That aroused herself.
Raising her chin, Erin's lips twist into a tiny smirk as she turned around, seeing that the brunette's back was facing her. The dim light of the living room illuminated the room just enough for Erin to spot the tiny tattoos covering Alexia's back. Her long, white gown got illuminated by the light in the most perfect way, causing the blonde to hold her breath for a moment, savoring the view of the woman in front of her.
"Close your eyes", Erin demands in a firm, yet calm tone as she returned, approaching Alexia with slow steps. She was taking her time. As usual.
Immediately the captain's eyes flutter shut as she clasped her hands behind her back, a gesture Erin was extremely proud of. It requires a lot of training to get to this point. Because everyone might think Alexia was the person in charge.
But she wasn't.
"So good for me", the blonde breathes as soon as she'd approached Alexia, running her fingertips through the captain's soft hair and down her muscled back, along her wrists, until her movement stopped at the hands, those she'd been talking about.
The athlete's stomach tightens at this praise.
"What are you...?", she wonders.
"You'll see", Erin cuts her off immediately, her words accompanied by a dry chuckle as she reaches up, tying the captain's hair up with the elastic band she'd retrieved from the drawer.
Taking a step forward, she holds the woman by the waist and brushes her lips against Alexia's left shoulder, nuzzling into her neck while trailing soft kisses along the sensitive skin.
"You look absolutely stunning... but you still haven't tied your hair up. I guess I haven't been clear on the phone earlier", Erin mutters, incapable to believe that Alexia was actually looking like a goddess tonight.
And obviously a goddess that wanted to be touched.
"Erin...", she breathes, tilting her head to the side, granting her girlfriend's lips better access to the sensitive spot of her neck, her breath hitching every time the blonde's teeth graze along her tanned skin.
The sensation felt magical.
"Tell me what you need... I'm sure you've been thinking about this ever since our phone call earlier", the blonde whispers as she lifts her chin slightly, allowing her lips to brush against Alexia's ear.
The captain shivers at the touch.
Releasing her hands from behind her back, she reaches for Erin's neck in an attempt to pull her closer, to have her against her, but she's snapped back into reality when she feels the blonde take a step back.
Chuckling dryly, Erin folds her own hands behind her back, savoring the sight of her girlfriend in front of her and how she's compulsively trying to get into control over this situation.
"I... I want... need you", Alexia pants, fighting against her own authority. Her heart leaps. She instantly misses the touch. She'd been craving it all day.
"As you wish... keep your hands behind your back and close your eyes. I'll be right back", Erin informs, a mischievous smirk on her lips as she watches Alexia instinctively fold her hands behind her back.
Satisfied, the blonde turns away.
"What are you doing?", Alexia asks shyly as she closes her eyes, noticing footsteps that appear to be heading towards the front door. A few seconds later, the sound of the door is heard and Alexia's breath catches as Erin doesn't reply to her.
"Erin?", she wonders, quickly peeking to the side as she sees a blonde woman, dressed in a black silk robe, approaching with a trophy in each hand.
"Were you going to leave them outside the door all night, love? Or were you afraid to show them to me? ... When I always come up with such exciting ideas each time you bring home another trophy... and this time you even got two. I'm so proud of you", Erin praises and examines the two heavy trophies in her hands, before setting them down on the kitchen island and then turning back towards Alexia, who's looking at her with dilated, dark, lust-filled, hazel eyes.
She was stunned.
Yes, she'd forgotten the two trophies outside the door.
"And you didn't close your eyes either. I wonder how I'll handle you...", Erin wonders seductively, walking around the couch, not daring to take her eyes off Alexia. Stopping right behind her, she grabs the athlete's wrists with her cold fingers, a bit more powerful for a moment, then allowing her fingertips to trace along the soft skin of her arms, up to her strong shoulders.
Goosebumps rise in all the places Erin's cold fingers had touched her warm skin. It felt like a fire.
Alexia was about to answer when, in a flash, the clasp of her dress at the nape of her neck was undone, and deft hands push the flawless, white material off her shoulders. Instead, tender lips found their way against her skin, as fingertips shoved the gown off her hips, causing it to fall to the floor.
Now Alexia was caught up by a whole new, even more powerful wave of arousal.
Her breathing quickened, and got out of control, as she now sensed Erin's presence against her. Suddenly, her bare body, now only dressed in a scant, white slip, is gripped by two cold hands on her hips, and a gentle, yet clear instruction followed.
"Turn around, love", Erin whispers with a smirk as her hands never leave her girlfriend's athletic body. With her eyes closed, Alexia turns to face her.
Biting down on her bottom lip, as it required all of her to follow the beautiful blonde's calm instructions, while everything Erin did seemed to excite her more and more, Alexia could hardly wait.
"Why are you still teasing me?", Alexia asks with an unpatient sigh, as Erin's lips collide with her front. Delicate lips begin right at her neck, caressing the way along her collarbone and the exposed skin of her chest.
"Am I? Didn't realize... Sorry", Erin whispers seductively and pulls back for a moment, a double-check to make sure Alexia's eyes were shut, before slowly getting down on her knees in front of the captain, working her way down the midfielders front.
She takes her time as she caresses her girlfriend's toned abs, giving each little spot all the attention it deserves.
Even though Alexia couldn't wait any longer, as the wet sensation between her legs was getting worse, she deserves to be pleasured after this day. And for that, Erin made sure to take all the time she needed.
"Erin... please", she begs in a quiet voice as her fingernails dig into the skin of her wrists, as lust almost made her forget the rules that existed.
"What's the rush? The sun is barely rising... the day is still long", Erin whispers, running her cold palms over the athlete's lower back, pulling her a little closer towards her, then roaming along the outsides of her thighs.
Hearing Alexia's breathing become heavier and heavier, each time her lips reach the material of her underwear, Erin realizes just how much the athlete needed this touch.
"Por favor...", she pleads once again, her voice low as a soft moan escapes her lips the moment Erin's index fingers hook into the slip at her sides, ready to free her from the last piece of clothing.
For a few seconds, way too long for the captains liking, Erin stayed in this exact position. Ready to pull the white fabric down her toned legs, while her breathing was felt on her girlfriend's wet core.
Every breath was driving Alexia crazy.
Just as Erin had decided she'd been stalling the midfielder long enough, she felt fingers tangle in her hair as her head was tugged forward.
"What a naughty gesture... obey the rules and keep your hands behind your back unless I say so, love. I'll make you feel good. Otherwise..." Erin assures her, biting down on her bottom lip as another moan leaves the athlete's lips, before Alexia's hands slowly untangle themselves from the blonde hair and find their way behind her back.
"Good girl", the therapist praises, and before the captain realizes what is happening, the fabric drops to the floor and the slow, warm breathing is even more intense.
Erin immediately notices Alexia's thighs opening just a bit, and she's surprised to discover that she's even wetter than she thought was possible.
So wet.
The insides of her thighs glistened in the dim light of the living room, and it didn't take more than the slightest touch of Erin's tongue to put the athlete into a trembling state.
"Hmm... so wet for me", the blonde breathes, running her tongue through the brunette's folds, whereupon Alexia gets the feeling her legs won't carry her any longer.
"Oh... Erin... I... Fuck...", the athlete moans, unable to get a word out as she's pushed backwards and falls onto the couch, her legs falling apart on their own as the blonde finally grants her the attention she's been craving all day.
"So strong and yet so weak, huh? I'm so proud of you", Erin murmurs, and all she could hear for the next few seconds were satisfied moans that seemed to get louder and deeper with every single caress.
Alexia was glad when cold fingertips reached for her hand, a permission that she could now do whatever she wanted. Immediately, the fingers of one hand entangled in Erin's soft, blonde hair, holding the therapist right where she needed her, while the other hand was gripping the cushion beside her.
This was exactly how it should've been back in Paris. This is how it could've been.
If Erin had been there with her.
"Thank you... you... you're the best", Alexia moans as her chest rises and falls with each breath, while her pulse races. Everything, no matter what Erin was doing, felt fantastic.
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modelbus · 1 year
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hii! for your 500 followers event i was wondering if i could request wilbur with coworkers to lovers and fake dating? congrats on 500 <3
It’s kind of like I just did a part two to the previous request for the event… :D Thank you!!
This is the last request for the event, thank you all for sending in the requests! I really enjoyed doing them all <3
Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader
Coworkers to Lovers - Fake Dating
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“You know, I’m always surprised you still don’t have a special someone.”
You give a tight-lipped smile to Shannon, one of your many cat-lady coworkers. She’s really one to talk, seeing as the closest thing to a boyfriend she has is her cat, Ferdinand.
Really, you’re just trying to go home. Apparently not having a partner to pick you up was a crime in this building.
“I could always set you up with my vet’s son. He’s around your age I think.”
This is the fifth fucking time she’s tried setting you up with the same guy. The first time was nice, just like the first time she bothered you about your dating life. Seven months later? Not so nice.
You didn’t want to be an asshole and make work awkward though, so you just haven’t told her to stop. She’s a cat lady, it shouldn’t bother you so much.
Yet it does.
There’s nobody. Hell, there’s been nobody for years! Your dating life is nonexistent! And for some reason it’s exactly what all your coworkers decide to talk about with you. All of them except Wilbur, thank God.
“No thanks, I-“
“Have a boyfriend.” Wilbur interrupts. A warm weight settles around your shoulders: his stupid trench coat. “Here, I know you forgot your coat.”
You mutely slip it on. It’s definitely his stupid coat, and that was definitely his voice saying those things, so you have to be having a vivid hallucination. There’s no way he just lied and said he was your boyfriend.
“You two are dating?! And you didn’t tell me?!”
Okay, so you’re not hallucinating. You’ve just slipped into an alternate universe.
“We were worried about the fact we work together. Don’t tell, okay?” Wilbur grins, grabbing your hand.
“Oh, I wouldn’t.” Shannon assures you both. “I’m so happy for you two though! Enjoy your walk home!”
“We will. Come on, let’s get you home before it’s too dark out.”
You let Wilbur tug you along, not even remembering to grab your bag until it’s already in Wilbur’s hands. Although you were saved from Shannon, this just didn’t feel real.
He doesn’t let go of your hand until you say something about halfway down the street.
“What the fuck just happened?” You ask.
Wilbur drops your hand but doesn’t return your bag or take back his coat. “I just saved you from Shannon. She’s a bitch sometimes, isn’t she?”
“I mean, yeah, but why’d you pretend to be dating me?”
“To save you.”
He’s acting like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like friends pretend to date each other all the time.
“Wil, you realize we have to keep pretending, right? She’ll know if we suddenly break up after telling her. And not to mention we might get in trouble because we work together!”
It seemed perfectly logical that Wilbur just majorly fucked up.
“It’ll be fine. We can fake break up in a few months or something. That way the cat ladies won’t bug either of us about being single. Nobody but the cat ladies have to know. It’ll be fun!”
You sigh, but not being harassed by the cat ladies would be nice. The motion of your rising and falling shoulders makes you remember the coat you still have on.
"Oh, sorry, I still have your coat-"
"Keep it on. Your dumbass will catch a cold."
Hurtful but true, you keep the coat on.
“You know she’s going to tell everyone?” You ask, referring to Shannon.
“Oh absolutely.”
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"Hey, love. Did you like the flowers?" Wilbur's grinning when he asks it, and you're tempted to tell him no. Just to see what would happen. But he already knows you like the flowers he left on your desk because they were your favorite.
"Of course." You answer instead.
Three months. That's how long you've been pretending to date Wilbur and that's how long he's been doing things like this. From having flowers delivered to your desk to sneaking in your favorite dessert, he's been making you fall in love with him for too long.
How were you meant to keep your feeling platonic when he did things like this? Just seeing the flowers on your desk this morning made your heart leap, knowing they were from him.
Oh, and the nicknames. You nearly died the first time he used them, a casual "darling" slid into his sentence. Now you were too used to hearing them come from his mouth. Fuck, you even liked them!
"Don't forget we're going to dinner tonight. I'll be at your house at eight." He reminds you. From behind him, Shannon gives you a thumbs up.
"I know, I know."
He wouldn't actually be there. This was simply for show, just like all the other things he did. It didn't matter if he kept holding your hand far out of view from the building, or if his little pet names persisted even out of earshot from others. Dating Wilbur was fake.
"You're hovering." You finally say, raising your eyebrows at him.
He gives a sheepish smile. For the first time since you two started... whatever this was, he had to work overtime. You were walking home completely and utterly alone.
"I called you an Uber." Wilbur admits.
"Wil!"
"I know you said you didn't want one! I was just worried about you walking home alone!"
He smiles and you sigh. “Fine, I’ll take advantage of the fact you’ve already paid.”
“Of course you will. Be ready. Eight. Don’t forget.”
“I’m not going to forget!”
At exactly eight o’clock, someone knocks on your door. You’re in lounge clothes, settling down to watch a movie or something for the rest of the night. It's probably the postman or someone normal, so you don't bother to see who it is before opening the door.
Big mistake.
"You forgot." Wilbur deadpans, and you gape at him in surprise.
Not because you forgot about your "date" tonight. No, you definitely remembered it. You just didn't think he'd actually take you on one. After all, your relationship was purely fictional for the office ladies only.
"I didn't forget." You protest. It doesn't matter if it's the truth because he definitely doesn't believe you.
His eyes flicker over your clothes. "Go get dressed. Fancy."
It's only then that you realize what he's wearing. A suit, striking black standing out against the white shirt. He looks better than good, which makes your heart flutter.
"Okay, okay. Come in, I'll try to be fast."
He steps in while you hurry to get changed. Keeping true to your word you just throw on your best clothes, not bothering to style your hair or worry about anything else. Thank God you quite liked your natural hair.
"Wil, could you grab my shoes for me? By the door, the black ones." You call out, slipping on the socks to go with them.
"These ones?" He asks, holding them up when you walk out. His mouth parts slightly at the sight of you. "Wow. You- um, you look good."
"I'd look better if I had more time." You joke.
"Not possible. You looking better, not the time. Not to say you can't look better if you wanted to- I mean, you look great right now-" He keeps backtracking, face steadily getting redder with each word.
"Wilbur?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Okay."
He hands you your shoes, and you slip them on. You haven't worn them in what feels like forever: they just sat by your door, collecting dust. In your defense, you haven't exactly had a reason to wear them.
"So why are we going out on a date?" You ask.
"What do you mean? I literally told you I was taking you on one." Wilbur runs a hand through his hair, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You're also confused here.
"But why? We're fake dating at work."
Understanding dawns on his face, and he suddenly looks sheepish.
"That's kind of why. I- I wanted to take you on a real date. Away from work, so you know it wasn't pretend."
What could you ever say to that? His words seem straightforward, but you're certain there's a trick in them. The date might not be pretend, but his feelings were. That's all that he means, right?
Hope was too dangerous of a thing for you to have now, after all this time.
He must read something in your face, because he's suddenly sweeping his arms wide in a grand gesture. You're too startled to even get a word in before he starts talking, but maybe that's for the better.
"Will you do me the honor of going on this very real date with me? I have very real feelings for you, and a very cowardly heart."
"A very cowardly heart, huh?" You ask, raising your eyebrows.
"I spoke before I thought when I told Shannon we were dating. That night I swore to myself I'd finally ask you out, but I fucked it up and jumped a few steps ahead."
Finally, you laugh. That definitely sounded like a Wilbur thing to do. But most importantly, he said his feelings towards you were real. Romantic feelings. Feelings you've felt for so long that you can't keep them in with his confession.
"I will." You answer.
Now he's the only one confused. "What?"
"I'll go on a date with you. A real one."
He breaks into the biggest grin you've ever seen him wear, and he's shown you a ton of cute animal videos. It's infectious, making you smile right along with him.
"Well then." He holds out his arm, and you take it. "Let's get to this date."
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✤ Number of fics: 72
✤ Posting Since: 2015
TOP 5 FICS:
1️⃣ Face Your Fears {E, 92k}
Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.
2️⃣ If I don't have you (there'll be nothing left) {E, 28k}
“What is his problem?” Louis demanded as he stalked around Niall and Ed’s kitchen. They were gonna have a pow-wow and figure out what was going on with Harry.
“Maybe he can’t pop a knot?” Niall suggested.
“Ew,” Liam said.
“Doubtful,” Louis said. “He seemed perfectly fine up until his friend pulled him off of me. Also I may have called him a knothead earlier in the night and he didn’t make a single comment to me about it.”
AKA Louis thought after meeting Harry at a party everything would fall into place. If only life worked out that nicely.
3️⃣ Tastes like Strawberries {E, 4k}
I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over
Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.
aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out
4️⃣ This Thing Upon Me (howls like a beast) {E, 8k}
Harry and Louis weren’t meant to be together. They’d met when they were put together through their university’s AO MatchUp, a program that set up alphas and omegas based on the schedules of their ruts and heats so they had someone to help them through it. It was pure luck that they were put together.
5️⃣ Santa Baby Honey {E, 28k}
“Let’s cut right to the chase,” Niall said, loading the powerpoint, which was just one page, comprised of Louis’ face and the words How do you solve a problem like this asshole? “It’s the beginning of November and Louis is already being a fuckwit. How are we gonna have him knock that shit off this year?”
aka Louis is the CEO of a toy company and Christmas is a stressful time of year so his assistant decides the best way to make him chill out is by getting him laid through a Secret Santa
HIDDEN GEM:
💎 Know a Trick or Two {E, 42k}
The night before Louis is scheduled for a Portkey to begin training with the Vratsa Vultures in Bulgaria he heads into Muggle London for one last night of fun. A few months later he finds out he’s having a child.
Eleven years ago Harry had a one night stand and now there’s a strange man on his doorstep telling him his daughter is something called a wizard and she’s got a place at the British wizarding school Hogwarts.
Aka the one where Muggle Harry and Wizard Louis have a one night stand and get more than they bargained out of it.
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I will be delusional as I want BUT I'll pretend that tom cruise going back to Warner Bros means we'll finally get the deleted scenes from the iwtv please please manifesting
🙏🙏🙏 Anon, embrace being delusional! I wish! If anyone's connected with Warner Bros please please tell them we want the deleted scenes!
Anyway since we're on the topic... over the years I've talked about wanting the cut scenes, and I wanted to reflect for a moment on why we want them. I think we want them because, like a delicious cake, once it's all consumed, we still look at the serving plate, hoping we can still lick the icing off the knife, or maybe the baker has some leftover cake back in the kitchen?? Or maybe they can tell us that the secret ingredient to intensifying the chocolate is ESPRESSO... We just want another taste so badly! We want to know the secret ingredients that set it apart from other cakes. And some filmmakers know that, and sometimes they're happy to share the cut scenes on a DVD release, maybe with commentary as to why the scenes were cut, like:
"Here's a scene were Louis kills a priest and ultimately we had an overall run time limit of 2 hours, but it was otherwise a perfectly good scene."
"Here's part of a set of scenes we shot early on where Lestat shows mortal Louis what killing entails, and although we loved it, we ended up improving the Lestat makeup & hair a few weeks later, and for the sake of continuity we had to cut it bc we couldn't go back to that location to reshoot, or it would have taken too much time to fix in post, etc."
Giving over the cut scenes is a little like an artist showing the scrapped versions of a painting composition, and that's fine when the creator wants to invite the viewers into their artistic process, but I think the IWTV filmmakers at the time (and for years after) really wanted the '94 movie to be serious* to the point that releasing cut scenes could have undermined their overall vision... maybe they simply didn't want to invite the audience into their creative process.
(*Serious, BUT there was certainly plenty of beauty, charm, dark humor, intimacy, desire, so much more! Maybe the filmmakers cut scenes that THEY felt didn't mesh well with the overall story they wanted to tell, like putting together an outfit and choosing accessories that go better rather than others... you know?)
WITH THAT SAID... What cut scenes would you have liked to see? That's what fanfic and fanart are for, so tell us and maybe someone will be inspired to create it for all of us 💝
IF Tom was still part of VC at all... one of my personal fantasy casting ideas was to have Tom play the Marquis in TVL, and now he's really old enough to do it! 😅 Can you imagine?? Tom playing his own horrible father! Cast younger actors to play kid!Lestat, teen!Lestat, etc.?? Tom!Marquis showing obvious preference for his two older brothers and being horrible to Gabrielle... it could be amazing.
Obviously it wouldn't be adorable like this but... I've always loved Tom Cruise characters when he interacts with kids and teens, he's always seemed very in touch with his inner child, even when that inner child is more of a 12 yo brat. Whole novels could be written on his layered performances with child and teen actors, but for now, just a few thoughts...
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^From Jerry Maguire. I can't quite articulate why this was so compelling... iirc, maybe because his character is really frustrated/demoralized in this scene, and there's something comforting about a kid naively telling you that "the human head weighs 8 pounds," as if to say, "Your problems are not really as big a deal as you think they are; live in the present moment." And Tom in this character seems to absorb that deeper meaning and it gives him some relief, it's a step towards his character's growth.
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When Tom played Ray in War of the Worlds, he had a teenage son, and there was a heartbreaking scene where Ray had to choose between protecting his son or his daughter. From That Moment In:
Desperate to keep his family together, Ray is forced to leave the terrified Rachel alone for a moment as he puts his weight on Robbie and forces him to the ground as the air around them lights up with smoke and tracer fire. Meanwhile, another couple, fleeing the madness, sees Rachel standing by herself and attempt to rescue her, not knowing that her father is nearby. Looking back, Ray sees this and becomes torn between his children, not wanting to lose either but forced to choose. Robbie assures his father that this is what he wants, “I want to see this,” and to please let him go, which Ray finally, achingly, submits to, seeing that Rachel is being whisked away. Father and son say goodbye as Robbie runs over the crest and Ray rushes down to get his daughter as a hellfire of explosion overtake the hills, giving us the impression Robbie has met his end.
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I just love the idea of Tom playing the very character that had caused so much pain for Lestat, that Lestat was always on defense from that man, looooong after he died. Despite all the torment the Marquis inflicted on Lestat, Lestat still gave him a comfortable place to live out his last few years, the roles pretty much reversed as happens with aging parents, Lestat actually nurturing this man (not always in the kindest way but still!) in his feeble old age... and couldn't bring himself to even kill him out of mercy.
Nature & Nurture, Lestat was damaged by his father genetically and emotionally in his formative years, and so much of Lestat's bravado and verbal attacks seem to be a shield for the awful feelings of growing up unloved, unwanted, and beaten for expressing his own desires. So much so that even in canon he often expresses the intensity of his desires far more eloquently and frequently in the narration than he's able to do verbally, even with the characters he cherishes the most. Because to express his love exposed himself to losing it.
Tom could for sure pull off a performance that would capture the Marquis, because he essentially played Lestat with the qualities of a victim perpetuating some of the abuse he suffered from the man who was supposed to be (and was!) his role model for becoming the man he became. 😭
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I Want You to Stay | Luke Glanton x Reader
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Pairing: Luke Glanton x F! Reader
Summary: The carnival is back in town, and you’re hoping to capture Handsome Luke’s attention just like last year. After all, the news you have to share might be enough to keep him around for more than a few days.
Warnings: Not much, it's generally pretty sweet and fluffy. If you've seen the movie, think kind of how it went with Romina & Luke, except Romina would actually want him to know his son and be around.
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: It's been forever (again) since I've written something. But this idea has been sitting in my drafts for months. Somehow, I perfectly managed to get the word 'Stay' in Navy and Roo's @the-slumberparty One-Word Warm-Up, and immediately knew which fic to work on. I know it was supposed to be a drabble for the warm-up, but this totally went longer than that.
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Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you grew closer to the sound of motorbikes revving their engines. The carnival surged around you, children screaming with delight, people laughing and cheering as they won a game, and even the faint sound of a live band playing in the distance reached your ears. It had been a year since this particular carnival was in town, setting up shop the last weekend in September, and it was opening night. You were late, which is why you were currently hustling your way through the crowds to reach your destination. Work had been way too busy to leave early, let alone on time. 
As you made your way into the tent, your nose scrunched up from the smell of exhaust. It was never your favorite, but you had your reasons for enduring the stench and the aggravatingly loud sound of dirt bikes in an enclosed area. Making your way towards a seat, your eyes caught a glimpse of the reason and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. His bleached blond hair was hidden beneath a helmet, but that red leather jacket gave him away. Handsome Luke and the Heartthrobs. Well, you only cared about Handsome Luke. 
You managed to get his autograph last year, and let’s just say that the two of you hit it off quite well. He may have only been around for three days, but you spent each and every hour that you possibly could together. Most of those hours were spent in your bed – but you held no regrets for that. It was, however, the exact reason you were here. Sure, at the end of the weekend, the two of you decided it was just a fling and you’d move on, but he never once called or texted. The phone may work both ways, but what you had to tell him, you didn’t feel comfortable speaking over the phone. Hell, you didn’t even feel comfortable telling him in person a year later, but you knew you had to. You owed him that much. 
When the show was over, you sat patiently as the audience slowly dispersed from the tent. He hadn’t seen you yet, but you knew he would. As if he could sense your presence, his attention turned towards you after saying goodbye to his mates. An unlit cigarette hung from his lips as he closed the distance between you. Just as he was about to reach you, a group of kids called out his stage name, holding up various items that they wanted him to sign. He glanced back and forth between you and them. 
“I gotta sign some autographs. Will you stick around?” He rasped out, a hopeful expression upon his face. 
His gruff voice seemed like music to your ears after not hearing it for so long. It brought back memories of all of the things he used to whisper to you. The memory and his presence simultaneously calmed and made you feel anxious. You opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn’t find your voice. You suddenly felt hot, like a blush was creeping up your cheeks and your hands were growing sweaty. You settled for nodding, and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. 
He took that for an answer and turned on his heel to appease the young children with his autograph. Honestly, you liked watching him with the kids. He was always good at putting on a show, answering any questions they had and devoting his attention to them for a short time. A soft smile pulled at your lips as you hoped he’d react positively to the news you had for him. It didn’t ease the butterflies in your stomach, but you supposed for a moment they were there for  a different reason. 
Luke made his way back over to you, eyeing you up and down. “Are you free tonight?” 
You bit down on your bottom lip as you nodded. “Yeah, I’m free.” 
A smile graced his tattooed face. “Good. You wanna go for a walk?” 
You hesitated for a moment. “Uh, actually, can we go somewhere private? To talk?” 
Luke’s brows pulled together slightly, but he nodded. “Yeah, of course. Follow me.” He gestured towards the entrance to the tent with his head, moving in that direction a second later. 
He made sure that you were walking in step with him as he made his way to the employee’s designated smoking area. There wasn’t anyone around at the moment – and you assumed that was either because not many employees smoked, or they were all too busy working. Luke took a seat on the bench and patted the spot next to him before lighting up the cigarette that was still hung from his lips. When you sat next to him, he rested his hand on your bare thigh. 
“So, how have you been?” He questioned, taking a drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of you. 
“Good. How about you?” You asked right back. You hated this small talk, but you were still trying to work up the nerve to say what you needed to. 
Luke gave a nod of his head, taking another pull from his cigarette. “Good.” He replied. 
The two of you sat in silence for a moment as he smoked. 
“So, you wanted to talk?” 
You nodded. “Yeah, I, uh, need to tell you something.” God, this was so much harder than you thought it would be. Your heart was beating so fast, it felt as if it would give out at any moment.
Luke gazed at you expectantly, a brow raised. 
“Luke, when you left, I found out that I….” You trailed off, the words dying in your throat. 
His warm hand squeezed your thigh gently, coaxing you to continue. “That you….?” 
You sucked in a breath of air, your eyes locked with his. “I was pregnant.” 
There was silence once again as Luke processed your words. You watched as he blinked a few times, completely stunned by this revelation. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke he blew out of the corner of his mouth a second later billowed around him. 
“You were pregnant?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper. 
You nodded, releasing a heavy sigh. “Yeah,” you paused for a moment, watching for his reaction.  “Luke, you have a son.” 
Luke nodded to himself, his eyes breaking away from yours as he glanced around timidly, pulling another drag from his cigarette. “Where is he?”
“He’s here, with a friend.” You turned to look in the direction you had left your best friend and son prior to entering the tent, even though you couldn’t see them from where you sat. “The bikes would’ve been too loud for him, he’s only three months old.” You explained, bringing your attention back to Luke. 
Luke’s eyes met yours once more. “Can…Can I meet him?” His question was spoken just as softly as the last few, as if he were nervous. 
Your heart swelled in your chest, a bright smile spreading across your face. “Of course.”
Luke stubbed his cigarette as you moved to stand, and he followed suit. The two of you wordlessly make your way through the crowds, nerves radiating from each of you, until you spot the familiar head of your best friend, holding your son in her arms. She was crouched down, pointing towards a goat in the petting zoo. 
You call out her name as the two of you grow closer, gaining her attention. She raises to her full height, shifting your son onto her hip as she spins to greet you. Her eyes land upon Luke and a small smile spreads across her face. 
“I see you managed to find him.” 
You chuckled softly, reaching to take your son from her arms as he noticed your presence. He was already reaching for you before you could even introduce him to Luke. “That I did.” You responded cheekily. 
As you turned towards Luke, your best friend stepped away to give you some space. “Luke, this is your son, Noah.” You spoke softly, watching as he gazed at Noah in awe. 
Noah was playing with your hair, thankfully gently at the moment, and glancing all around. That is, until Luke spoke and drew his attention. 
“Can I hold him?” He asked, rubbing his hands together a few times before wiping them off on his pants. He probably had motor oil and God knows what else on his hands from the show. None of that bothered you, though. 
“Yeah, of course,” you replied without hesitation. 
Now that Luke had Noah’s attention, he was making grabby hands at him. Luke chuckled softly in response and carefully took him into his arms. Noah had always been a baby that loved to be held, but there was something about seeing him in Luke’s arms that made you feel complete. You wondered if somehow Noah knew who Luke was to him, because the way that he looked up at Luke seemed significant. His chunky little hand reached up and patted Luke’s cheek, then poked at the dagger he had tattooed under his eye, babbling nonsense all the while. 
The two of you laughed as your infant continued to explore his father. He was reaching for all of the tattoos he could see on Luke’s skin, and tugging at the collar of his red leather jacket. They were all such new experiences to Noah, but his excitement was palpable. You glanced around for a quick moment, noticing that the crowds were beginning to die down. 
“Do you want to walk around for a bit with him before we have to leave?” You asked, drawing Luke’s attention from Noah. 
He glanced around at the dispersing crowds for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, let’s go for a walk.” 
As you walked around the carnival, passing by the games, food trucks, and the tent where Luke performs, neither of you spoke. Noah was the only one babbling and making noises as he saw new things to be excited about. However, as the carnival entrance was in sight, Luke was the one to break the silence. 
“Has it been difficult?” He asked quietly. 
“Hmm?” You questioned, your head turning to look at him. You were too busy lost in your own thoughts to know what he meant by his question. 
“Raising him on your own, has it been hard?” He explained, asking his question in a different manner. 
You nibbled on your bottom lip as you mulled that over, eventually nodding. “A bit, yeah.” You then shrugged. “But my mom helps babysit when she can.” 
Luke nodded, his expression thoughtful as silence fell between you once more. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it was clear that neither of you quite knew what to say. You’ve had three months to acclimate to having a son, and nine months that he grew in your belly to prepare. Luke, on the other hand, did not. You knew it came as a shock to him, to say the least. 
Noah stayed in Luke’s arms until the three of you reached your car in the parking lot. That was when Luke gave him back and watched as you buckled him up properly in the backseat. He leaned against the car as you leaned against the open door, staring at each other for several moments. It seemed like neither of you would find the right words to speak, until Luke’s eyes finally left yours and drifted towards your son. 
“I don’t know what to do.” He admitted weakly. 
Your brows furrowed as you followed his gaze. “What do you mean?” 
Luke licked his lips and raked a hand through his hair. “I leave in two days. I won’t be back until next year.” He paused, shaking his head. “I don’t know what to do.” 
When your eyes meet once again, you can see the confliction clear as day on his face. 
Nervousness stirs in the pit of your stomach again as you open your mouth to speak. “You could…stay?” 
Luke seemed confused by your suggestion. “Stay?” 
You nod your head slowly, glancing towards your son who had begun to doze off in his carseat. “Yeah. You could stay here and help me raise Noah.” You explained. 
“You really want me to stay?” Luke questions, drawing your attention back to him. His expression is a bit unreadable, but his tone conveys his disbelief that you would want him to be in Noah’s life —  in your life. 
A warm smile spreads across your face. “Yeah, I do.” 
The corner of Luke’s lips turn upwards for a quick moment as he looks between you and Noah. “I’ll stay then.” He confirms confidently, taking a step closer to you. His hand reaches up to cradle your jaw, his blue eyes gazing into yours for a moment before he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. 
As the two of you part, a smirk pulls at the corner of your mouth. “Don’t think that I’m just forgiving you for not calling or texting, though.” You tease, feeling far removed from the annoyance you once held for that slight. After-all, you reminded yourself once more, the phone does work both ways. 
Luke chuckled slightly, leaning in to capture your lips in another kiss. This time, your lips pressed against each other more passionately, your arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. It was several long moments before he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. 
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”  
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