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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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Valentine’s Day smut w Ethan Landry since tomorrow Valentine’s Day and I’m kinda lonely 🥲

I ended up going all in on this lmao. It's 3.6k words, I hope you like it!!!

The Admirer - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: After swearing off Valentine's Day, your secret admirer gives you hope that not all guys suck.

Contains: *Oral - f and m recieving, fluff, inexperienced!Ethan*

A/N: I got another request after this one for a non-smut Valentine's Day fic, and I might not make it to that one today. I'm so sad about it😫

Valentine’s Day, or as you liked to call it ‘Just another regular day’, isn’t something you celebrated. You used to hope that someone would do something special for you, but after your previous boyfriend dropped the ball every single year and didn’t see the point of celebrating it when you’d go all out for him, you stopped caring about the holiday. This year, with you being single, you were happy that you weren’t going to feel disappointed by the lack of someone else’s effort.

As you got up to get ready, your roommate was heading out the door to get to her first class early.

“Awww,” you heard her say, angling your head to see what she was talking about. “There’s some balloons and roses out here.”

“Who do you think left it for you?” you asked, as she shook her head.

“No babe, this is for you. Look!” She brought the basket containing all the cute Valentine’s Day stuff over to you. You glanced at the tag, seeing your name. “This is so cute! It doesn’t say who it’s from, though.”

“This is probably some kind of prank,” you scoffed, as she rolled her eyes.

“What college kid is going to spend that kind of money on long stemmed red roses for a prank?” she asked, smiling at you. “You have a secret admirer!”

You tried to fight the smile that was forming on your lips, but you couldn’t. This was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you.

“Ooh, they left a card, too,” she said, pulling the envelope out of the basket. “Open it!”

“Okay, okay. Jeez,” you said, peeling the heart-shaped sticker that was sealing the envelope.

You smiled as you started to read it, a blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“What does it say?” she squealed, as you giggled at her excitement. “Sorry, this is just so cute. I need to know.”

“Okay,” you sighed, “It says: I hope you don’t mind me doing this for you. I think you’re really special, and you deserve to be treated like you are. I’d like to take you to dinner tonight if you’re interested. I know it’d be easier for you to make that decision if you know who I am, but I’m a little nervous. I got you a present, and if you do want to take a chance with me, I’d like you to wear it. I’ll see you around today, and if you are wearing it, I’ll meet you in the flower garden at seven.”

Your roommate saw a jewelry box sitting in the basket, “Oh shit, this must be what he wants you to wear!”

She grabbed it and handed it to you. As you opened the box, you smiled at the sweet gesture. “It’s a necklace with a little heart on it,” you squealed, showing her before snapping the box shut.

“Are you going to wear it?” she asked, a huge smile on her face.

“Yeah, I think I can give whoever that did all this for me a chance,” you said, taking the necklace out of the box and hooking the clasp around the back of your neck.

“He said he’ll see you around today, I wonder who it is,” she sat there thinking. “I bet it’s someone you already know.”

“That’s the thing, I know a lot of people. Fingers crossed that it isn’t the creepy English professor,” you sighed, starting to get nervous.

“I don’t think it’s him. There’s no way he’d walk into our dorms with roses and balloons and drop them off outside a student’s door,” she said, “Okay, get up! You need to get ready so you can figure out who this is!”

You made it through your first two classes of the day, and still had no idea who your secret admirer was. You were hoping that it would be obvious. When you sat down to have lunch with your friends, Tara looked over and saw the necklace.

“Aww, that’s so cute! Is it new?” she asked, as Ethan and Chad walked up to the table, sitting down with their lunch.

“Yeah, someone left some stuff outside of my dorm for me this morning. This was in a jewelry box,” you smiled, as Tara started to get excited.

“Do you know who left it?” Mindy asked, glancing over to Ethan.

“No, but whoever it is wants me to meet them in the flower garden at seven,” you smirked, “I’m really excited.”

Ethan was trying to fight the smile on his face as Chad fist-bumped him under the table.

“That’s really sweet, I bet he’s a good dude,” Chad said, taking a bite of his food.

“I hope so. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before,” you said, “I was hoping I’d figure out who it was before tonight. The card that was with the stuff said he’ll see me around today.”

“Maybe you already have seen him today,” Mindy mumbled as she scrolled through her phone.

“Yeah, maybe,” Ethan said, rubbing the back of his neck. He was starting to wonder what your reaction would be later in the night when you walked out to the flower garden and saw him sitting there. As happy as you were with what he’d done for you, he was still scared of rejection. “I think I need to get to my next class.”

“Dude, it doesn’t start for thirty minutes,” Chad said, before noticing the anxiety on Ethan’s face. “But I don’t blame you for wanting to beat the heavy foot traffic.”

“Yeah, it can get a little crazy. I’ll see you guys later,” Ethan said, standing up and throwing away the rest of his food.

“That was weird,” Mindy said, as Chad nudged her with his foot under the table. “What?”

After lunch, the rest of the day flew by. When you made it back to your dorm, your roommate helped you get ready.

“You look so cute!” she said, taking in your appearance. You didn’t know what your secret admirer would be wearing, so you were really hoping you weren’t underdressed.

“Yeah, but what if he shows up in like, a suit or something,” you laughed, looking down at the outfit.

“This guy has to know you. I highly doubt he’d show up like that,” she said, adding some light blush to your cheeks. “You look hot, don’t overthink it.”

You grabbed your phone, the ‘6:40’ on the screen making you nervous.

“Fuck, I need to go. I’m going to be late.”

“Be safe. Text me if you need me,” she smiled, walking you to the door.

The February air was chilly as it started to get darker outside. Your hands slid inside your jacket pockets as you walked the path to the garden. The only flowers bloomed were the winter ones, but the fountains and the soft glow of the lights on the ground made everything look so beautiful in the distance. You saw someone sitting on the bench, your heart racing as you stepped closer.

“Ethan?” you asked, your eyes adjusting to see one of your best friends sitting there. You were relieved when you saw him in his normal attire.

“Hey,” he said, “Sorry if this is a little weird.”

You smiled at him as you sat beside him on the bench.

“You’re the one that left me that stuff this morning?” you asked as he rubbed his hands against his lap.

“Yeah, I’m sorry if you’re disappointed that it’s me.”

“Why would I be disappointed?” you asked, taking one of his hands in yours, attempting to calm his nerves. He smiled at the gesture. “I’m happy it’s you.”

“Really?” he smiled, “I’ve been so nervous all day.”

“If you would’ve asked me out, I would’ve said yes. Don’t get me wrong, I love that you did all this for me, but you didn’t have to,” you said, as he started to rub his thumb against the top of your hand.

“You’re worth it. I got the idea the other day when we were at Tara’s, and you were talking about your ex never doing anything special for you. It bummed me out because I think you’re amazing and deserve the world. I thought today would be the perfect time to shoot my shot,” he started to laugh, “If I knew you were interested, I would’ve said something sooner.”

“I think you picked the perfect time,” you said, as his eyes looked between yours and your lips. He started to lean in, but then he just stopped.

“Uh, maybe we should get to dinner,” he said, looking away and standing up.

He grabbed your hand as you stood up. You started to walk towards the garden exit when you stopped him.

“Wait,” you said, standing in front of him. He looked confused as you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. You stood on your tippy toes as he leaned down to kiss you. He had a goofy smile on his face when you pulled away. “I thought this was the perfect spot for our first kiss.”

“I think it’s the perfect spot for our second one, too,” he said, leaning down to kiss you again. “Now, let’s go to dinner.”

“Okay,” you giggled.

He held your hand as you walked down the sidewalk towards the restaurants on campus. You bumped into Chad and Tara outside of the cute little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that the friend group regularly liked to go to. Chad was excited, while Tara was confused.

“Wait! Ethan was your secret admirer?” she asked, looking up to Chad. She stared him down as she realized he already knew. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you tell her everything,” Chad said, motioning to you, “Mindy knew, too.”

“What the fuck?” she said, smiling as she looked at your hand in Ethan’s. “You better treat her right.”

“I will,” he said, “We’re going to dinner, I guess I’ll see you later?”

Chad shook his head, “No, I’m staying at Tara’s tonight.”

“Oh, cool. You guys have fun,” he said, waving as you walked into the restaurant.

Chad and Tara walked in a few minutes later, sitting on the opposite side of the restaurant. They didn’t want to make things weird, even though you kept catching Tara glance over to you.

“So, you had no idea it was me?” he asked, after the waitress took the drink order.

“No, I didn’t think you were interested in me.” His eyes went wide.

“I’ve always been interested. Since the first day Tara invited you to have lunch with us,” he smiled, “Chad tried to push me to ask you out.”

“So why didn’t you?” you questioned, as the drinks were sat down in front of you.

“I guess it was the whole ‘the hot girl could never want the dorky virgin’ thing,” you started to laugh.

“If anything, I think it’s hot that you’re a virgin,” you smirked, his cheeks turning pink as he sat across from you. “It’s not a bad thing. It’s the innocence factor.”

“So, if we had sex, would you be less into me?” he started to get embarrassed, “Wait, forget I said that. That was dumb.”

Watching him get so flustered as he spoke and stumble over his words was adorable. You didn’t want to keep the conversation sexual with it being the first date, but you did need to assure him.

“No, it would be even hotter that you wanted to do that with me,” you smirked, taking his hand in yours on top of the table. “But there’s no rush for that. I don’t want you to think it’s a deal breaker for me if you want to wait.”

“Okay, that’s good to know,” he said, moving his hand from yours so the waitress had room to set the food down. “Thank you,” he said to her as she walked away.

After both of you ate, Ethan wasn’t ready for the night to end.

“Do you want to come to my dorm? We could watch a movie or something,” he said, lacing his fingers in yours.

“Sure,” you smiled, as he led the way. “As long as it’s something that’s so romantic it’ll make me cry.”

He started to laugh, “Deal.”

When you made it to the dorm, he suggested Titanic.

“You know it’s three hours long, right?” you asked, sitting on his bed.

“It gives me an excuse to spend more time with you,” he shrugged, grabbing his laptop. “As long as that’s okay with you.”

“That sounds perfect.”

You snuggled against him as he pushed play, his arm wrapping around you as he held you close. His hand started to rub your side; the simple motion very soothing.

“Okay, I need to sit up for a minute or I’m going to fall asleep,” you said, removing your head from his chest.

“I wouldn’t mind if you fell asleep on me,” he said, turning his head to kiss you.

“Yeah, but then I’d ruin the rest of the date,” you said, kissing him again.

His hand went to the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. Your lips flowed so well with his. You were both getting turned on when he pulled away. You had a confused look on his face, and as badly as he wanted to keep going, he cared about you too much.

“I don’t want you to think this is all I want from you,” he said, his breathing heavy.

“I know it’s not, but I told you earlier, we can wait as long as you want to.”

You laid your head back on his chest, trying to focus on the movie when you noticed the bulge in his jeans. It took everything in you to turn the attention back to the movie. You almost felt wrong to feel this way, but you’d known him for almost a year. It wasn’t like this was the first time the two of you had spent time together.

As Rose and Jack started to fall in love, you felt his hand rubbing against your side again. You didn’t feel like you could fall asleep this time as the movie started to get interesting.

“Hey,” Ethan said, “Can I kiss you again?”

“Mhm,” you said, angling your neck so his lips could reach yours. The position wasn’t that comfortable for you, and he could tell, so he scooted you off of him and hovered over you.

“Is this okay?” he asked, leaning in closer. You nodded before he connected his lips to yours. His hand went to your hip as yours went to his hair. When your shirt started to slip up a little and his fingers brushed against the exposed skin, you gently pushed him off you.

His eyes were dark with lust, you were sure yours looked the same.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, “I’m sorry If I did.”

“No, you didn’t. I’m just, uh, fuck,” you sighed as he waited for you to continue, “You’re really, uhm…fuck it. You’re making me wet.”

“Really?” he smirked, trying to hide his excitement that his lack of experience didn’t seem to matter.

“Yeah, the way you’re kissing me is just…ugh,” you groaned, the sexual frustration evident to Ethan.

“You could let me take care of you,” he said, his hand running along your thigh over your jeans.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” you questioned; he quickly nodded his head. “But what about you, though?”

“We can talk about that after,” he said, leaning back down to kiss you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He started to slide your shirt up your torso as you sat up a little to make it easier for him to pull it over your head. His mouth started to kiss along the newly exposed skin, stopping at the top of your breasts.

“Can you help me with this?” he laughed, as you reached behind yourself and unhooked it. “Okay, I think I’ve got it from here.”

He slid the straps down your arms and tossed your bra to the other side of the room. You started to whimper when he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling across it before he switched to the other side. His hands were running along your thigh, over your pussy and up to the button of your jeans.

When he unbuttoned them and started to slide the material down your legs, the anticipation was killing you. You felt how his mouth moved against your nipples, desperate to know how good his mouth would feel when he ate you out. Your whimpers got louder at his actions and your own thoughts.

He started to kiss lower, your body squirming underneath him.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Mhm,” your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you even lower over the material of your panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, leaning back to slide those down your legs, too. “If what I’m doing doesn’t feel good, will you tell me?”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine, but yes, I will,” you smiled, your breathing heavy.

He leaned in, the simple lick to your clit making your hips jolt. He looked back up at you, “That felt good, keep doing that.”

His tongue flicked again as he watched you. Your hand went to his hair when you looked down at him, the eye contact turning you on even more.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, as his tongue dipped inside of you. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

The praise you were giving him went straight to his throbbing cock. He was proud of himself, happy that he was making you feel good. He’d thought about this so many times, and this was better than he could’ve ever imagined.

His mouth continued to move against you, going back to your clit as he slipped a finger inside your core that was dripping with both his spit and your own arousal.

“Right there,” you gasped as he angled his finger just right.

“Can I use two?” he asked, as he pulled away from your sensitive clit.

“Please,” you said, as he added another finger. “Oh my god.”

“That feel good?” he asked, watching the way your eyebrows knitted together and your jaw dropped.

“Yes,” you moaned out, his fingers making your orgasm start to build.

Your pussy started to occasionally flutter around his fingers. He wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but he knew it must’ve felt good as your moaning got louder. His mouth went back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, as his fingers and mouth kept moving. He felt like he could cum at the feeling of your walls spasming around his fingers, not to mention the borderline-pornographic moans falling out of your mouth.

“How was that?” he asked, crawling up the bed to lay beside you.

“Holy fuck,” you said, your breathing still labored. “That was perfect.”

The throbbing in his cock was starting to get painful as he waited for you to catch your breath. He didn’t want to ask you to do anything for him, because he wanted you to know that everything he’d done for you earlier in the day wasn’t to get into your pants. It was to show you how much he cared about you.

“So…about me taking care of you…” you smirked at him, “Can I?”

“Only if you want to,” he said, “No pressure.”

“Oh, I want to,” you said crawling on top of him.

He sat up a little as you helped him take his shirt off. When you kissed his neck, he started to smile. It felt good, but he also felt the necklace he gave you brushing against him.

As you kissed over his chest and down his abs, he couldn’t stop watching the way your ass stuck up in the air. He almost wanted to cave and fuck you, but he was determined to hold out, at least until next time.

You quickly unbuttoned his jeans as he lifted a little so you could slide them down, grabbing onto his boxers as you did so. His cheeks reddened as he was fully exposed in front of you, nervous about what you thought.

“The shy guys always have the biggest dicks,” you sighed, licking his tip. You watched him as you teased him with the gentle licks, before focusing on taking him in your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as you started to suck. “That feels so good.”

Your mouth kept moving, your drool sliding down the rest of his cock that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You started to stroke him, the combination of that and your mouth making his orgasm quickly creep up.

His hand went to your hair as his hips started to thrust a little, making you gag around him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, the pretty sound making you suck a little harder.

His eyes screwed shut as he released his hot cum in your mouth. His legs were tingling as you were overstimulating him a little, whines flooding out of his mouth.

“Sorry, babe,” you said after pulling away, “I couldn’t help it. Your cum tastes so good.”

It was your turn to crawl up beside him, laying your head on his chest as he caught his breath.

“Can we do that again sometime?” he asked, his fingers tracing along your back.

“Whenever you want,” you giggled, as he got quiet. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just how hot it was to see you naked wearing nothing but that necklace,” he mumbled, getting sleepy.

When you sat up, his eyes opened. He didn’t want you to go anywhere. When you started to smile as you posed on the bed beside him, he started to laugh.

“Will you draw me like one of your French girls?” you asked, referencing the movie that you didn’t get to finish.

“The best I can do is a stick figure with boobs.”

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ticktokrobotsnot · 10 months

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This is Part 2

You can read Part 1 here.

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x fem!reader

Summary: An accountant helps Carmen organize his not-so-shit-restaurant and gets invited over for family dinner.

Word Count: 10k

The sky was blood orange and the reflection on the store window was mesmerizing. Y/n was supposed to be in the office getting ready for the full day ahead of her but she couldn’t resist slacking off for a bit, it was nice to finally enjoy the restaurant with no one inside. Y/n needed to be here early when a potential vendor came by to give some quotes. Carmen’s initial reaction was to stand his ground and act like some faux bodyguard because he couldn't fathom why some “sick fuck” would want to be alone with a woman in a restaurant at the ass crack of dawn without them having bad intentions—said it wasn't safe at all. Y/n had to inform him that the, “sick fuck” was a woman. And as soon as Carmen heard that, and realized they were going to be talking numbers for a while, he ran off to the farmer's market, wanting no part in that snooze fest.

Y/n grabbed her laptop and started reviewing the binders she organized. Just as y/n was about to check her phone for any messages, she heard a knock at the door. A pretty blond woman looks at y/n with a bit of confusion. This woman wasn’t expecting to see y/n and y/n wasn't expecting to see this woman. Y/n walked to the door and opened a crack.

“Who are you?” Y/n questioned.

“I could ask you the same thing.” The women laughed but y/n wasn’t finding this funny.

“Natalie…” Y/n shook her head like a bouncer sending a teeager away without his fake ID.

“Natalie Berzatto.” She clarified and y/n recalled the name as a co-signer for The Beef, now The Bear. Y/n opened the door a bit more to let her in.

Y/n gave her name but she didn’t know what else to say but Natalie was already filling the space.

“Hi! It’s so nice to finally meet you, Carmen won't stop talking about you. You really saved our asses. Especially with the file organizing stuff, I found the old payroll stuff in like a minute, you're a real savant with stuff like that. Carmy is a real sticker for cooking but he is a real shit-”. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Natalie was nervous.

Y/n knew that Natalie was a part of Carmen’s family but she didn’t know how they were connected. One plausible scenario was that she was Micheal’s widowed girlfriend or wife, which would explain why anyone would co-sign the disaster that Micheal had created and promptly left. Y/n wondered why Carmen would be getting so chummy with his widowed sister-in-law, but then again men have done worse.

Y/n bit the bullet, “How do you know Carmen?”

“I'm his sister… Sugar?” Y/n was starting to feel like a real idiot for not being able to piece these easy deductions together, she was losing her edge because it was to fucking early in the morning.

“Yes, Richie told me that “Sugar” was going to stop by this week. What can I do for you?” Y/n didn’t mention that she thought Sugar was going to be a stripper because of the name.

“Actually I came to pick some old tax stuff… Micheal’s tax returns.” Y/n guided her to the office. Even if she didn’t look back she knew that Natalie was spying on her binders and laptop laid out on the counter, trying to find out a bit about y/n.

“So, Carmy tells me that you two used to work together back in New York.”

“Yeah it was only for a few years.”

“Were you close?” Natalie probed.

“We were…strangers at best.” Y/n chose to leave out the messy parts of her and Carmen’s origins.

Natalie shook her head in disbelief. "That can't be true, he actually came to my place one day, pretty late. You know why?" Y/n, not knowing the answer, simply shrugged her shoulders.

"He said he needed to make an important phone call, someone from his old job. He said that he wanted to ask for a bit of help." Natalie continued, her voice tinged with wishfulness "I thought maybe he was finally going to therapy or something." Y/n felt a strange sensation, like she was staring directly into the sun, hope gave Natalie a beautiful glow.

Natalie's smile softened as she added, "And you know what? He made that phone call right on our porch." Her words carried a touch of warmth. "Well, at least he's reaching out for help. It's a good thing, right?"

“I recommended therapy to him too but I think we would need to put a gun to his head for him to actually go." Natalie let out a humored exhale.

There was a lull of silence after she handed the tax returns. Y/n could sense that Natalie wanted to talk some more so y/n directed her to the bar stools out front. She checked her phone and saw that her vendor had a family emergency and needed to reschedule. After shooting a quick ok, she directed herself to face Natalie.

"You can ask me anything. I've got plenty of time to kill." Y/n offered, feeling generous considering the recent kiss shared with Natalie's brother just a week ago.

“I was here a few times but I never had a chance to meet you?”

“I was probably apartment hunting.” Natalie looked like she was debating asking her next question.

“What did you think of Carmen when you guys were back in New York?”

“He was like every other chef.”

“Nothing else? No pulling force?”

“No pulling force.”

“You moved state lines for him and you're saying there was no pulling force?”

“He asked me for help and I gave him some.”

“You chose to stay. There had to be a pull.”

“The restaurant spoke to my soul, I had to stay.” Y/n was bluffing.

“Bullshit, there was a pull.” Natalie said with a self fulfilled smirk like she had won a point in their imaginary game.

Natalie continued, “You know, he won a Michelin star. A man who cooks…is not too bad.”

“I don’t eat gourmet food. It’s pretentious.” Y/n didn’t want to make too much out of the kiss and make Carmen panic.

“I'm sure he can make something you will like.”

“I have yet to eat something of his that would warrant him having a Michelin star.”

“You don’t like his cooking?”

“I don’t like anyone’s cooking.” Natalie couldn’t come up with something else. Point to y/n. A smile spread across y/n’s face and Natalie was relieved to realize that y/n wasn’t being serious.

“What do you like doing?” Natalie probed.

“I spend most of my time working here but I also read.”

“Why did you leave New York?” Natalie blurted out.

“I don’t like working with other people, my boss was all over me. I thought Chicago would be a nice change of pace.”

Y/n saw Natalie unlock her phone to respond to a text from someone named Pete, who had a pink heart near his name. Y/n knew that memorizing people’s passwords was an invasion of their privacy but it was fun to be a bit nosy.

Y/n was also tired of getting the third-degree, she was hoping for a few fun questions asking if she ever murdered anyone or if she ever was contacted to be a part of a bank heist. She would be lying if she wasn’t a bit afraid that whatever she said would be relayed to Carmen so she didn’t want to say anything too damning.

“You read romance?” Y/n saw the book peeking out of Natalie’s bag, it was one that she had read before.

“Yeah, they’re my guilty pleasure.”

“Mine too. I liked that one.” Y/n pointed at the book peaking out.

“I hate it, it's filled with miscommunication. I’m only finishing it to justify the 12 dollars I spent.” Natalie said with a fake pout.

“I love miscommunication because I suck at talking to people too. Much better than the one I just finished.”

“What killed your book?”

“Third-act break up.” Natalie nodded her head, it seems like they agreed.

Y/n couldn't help but feel relieved; while the nature of Y/n's relationship with Carmen remained uncertain, it was evident that Natalie would become a more integral part of the restaurant. Carmen's recent discovery of three hundred thousand dollars hidden in tomato cans had sparked ambitious plans for renovating the place. Even if she ended up being nothing serious with Carmen, she needed to secure a stable support who wouldn’t completely hate her if shit hit the fan.

They continued to talk about a few books that they had read, a few so trashy that they had to hide their faces in embarrassment from each other when reading the summary out loud.

The door chimed and both women looked over to Carmen who was holding a few bags of produce and baked goods. Y/n went over and plucked the receipts for the top of one of the bags, she didn’t bother helping Carmen because he wouldn’t have let her help anyways. Carmen was gracious enough to put all the receipts together so she wasn’t digging to find them, she kept a record of them to write them off as a business deduction.

“Nat, you’re here early?” Carmen spared a glance before opening a box of croissants to share and then disappearing to the kitchen to put everything away.

“Yeah I had to pick something up, y/n was so kind to help me so early in the morning. Isn’t she just the best?”

“Yeah…How did it go with the vendor?” Carmen mindlessly mumbled while busying himself with a notebook of recipe ideas.

“Rescheduled.” Y/n didn’t look up, engrossed in cataloging some expensive mushrooms for record keeping. $268.43 for some mushrooms was honestly so ridiculous y/n needed to squint to see if she was seeing this right.

“I need to return the favor.” Natalie started.

“It was just a few folders, you really don’t-”

“Why don’t you join us for dinner on friday?” Y/n felt like she was performing front and center.

“I couldn’t-.”

“Please, Pete never wants to talk to me about…” Natalie was raising her eyebrows in the most unsubtle way possible so she didn’t expose y/n's softer side and her penchant for reading romance novels. Y/n couldn’t help but hide her face in embarrassment, “Yeah…fine. Just tell me what time.”

Observing the exchange, Carmen couldn't help but wonder if this was how dogs felt when humans engaged in their own incomprehensible conversations.

Y/n was starting to feel like she was edging closer and closer to Carmen’s limit. Kissing in the back alley of a restaurant and on the car ride to and from work was very different from being invited to his sister’s house for dinner. It carried a weight of intimacy, commitment, and solidity that made Y/n slightly uneasy, wondering if this was too much for Carmen. She waited for the other shoe to drop, Carmen would subtly show his discontent by telling Natalie that she shouldn’t force y/n to go to that dinner, which was just an excuse to create some distance. Y/n was surprised when Carmen asked what type of desert he should bring instead.

Y/n kept her cool and excused herself to go to the office so she could get back to work.

Carmen and Natalie moved to the kitchen where Carmen would experiment for a bit. Natalie sat on a stool next to Carmen who started washing produce.

“She is very smart.” Natalie whispered. She took a glance at the closed office door.

“Yeah. Great with the books.” Carmen peeled and diced some garlic.

“Nice too.”

“She is very nice.” Carmen started cutting some nepitella. The additional “very” caused some alarm bells to ring in Natalie’s head. She hid her smirk.

“Everything about her is nice,” Natalie made sure to pay close attention to Carmen’s face, “Nice personality, nice face-” Carmen took a worried glance at the office door and then looked up at Natalie with wide eyes.

“Why, why, what are you-?” He was flustered.

“I’m just sharing my observations. You don’t think she has a nice face-?”

“This is a business, we try to keep professional.” Carmen hid his fumble with fake professionality, unfortunately Natalie saw right through it.

“Try?” Natalie teased. Carmen looked away to pretend to look for some dried porcini. He felt like an idiot. He understood why people used to see him as an easy target when he was younger, he basically showed everyone his buttons, and asked them to get pushed. Carmen continued to chop in silence.

“I'm sorry, I just got a bit excited. I won't push.” Natalie gave her brother the benefit of the doubt, she always thought he would never get into a serious relationship but he liked y/n and y/n seemed like the serious girlfriend type. Natalie couldn’t help but nudge Carmen in the right direction.

Carmen chopped in silence for a few minutes, debating if he should tell Natalie about the kiss. In his mind, he didn’t know if it was too soon for him to introduce his girlfriend to his family. Calling y/n his girlfriend felt unreal, past him wouldn’t believe it even if he saw it.

He handed his notebook to Natalie so she could read measurements to him, he wanted her here for just a bit longer till he gained the courage to tell her about y/n.

Tagliatelle with porcini mushrooms was the first test item of the morning, and he had to soak the dried porcini for 30 minutes, he was bummed that the market didn't have the fresh kind but he knew he would get the real shit when y/n got a hold of that vendor. He looked up at Natalie and tilted his head to indicate that they should leave. Carmen avoided the alley because he knew that y/n would look there first and he didn’t want her to overhear anything. They walked over to a nearby supermarket and started roaming the aisles. It was nearly empty because it was six in the morning.

“I did something…and I need you to not…just listen and don’t make it a big deal.”

“I got it, Carmy.”

“A while ago, I…” Carmen looked at all the different types of instant noodles they had on display. “So, we were in deep shit with these pre-orders and I was a mess and y/n and I were talking after…” Carmen moved over to the boxed pasta, he didn't intend to buy anything but he did read the nutritional facts.

“I umm, asked her to…” Jesus, Carmen wondered, why he didn’t make more friends so he didn’t have to talk to his older sister about something like this. Richie didn’t seem capable of giving any advice that wasn’t, “Just Do It”.

“We ki…” Natalie kept her face hard but the second that Carmen turned around to look at a box of elbow pasta, she couldn't help herself but let out a small, barely audible squeal of delight. Her eyes widened, and a grin threatened to break through her determined facade. Natalie quickly covered her mouth with her hand, trying to contain her elation, making sure not to let Carmen catch a glimpse. She stifled her excitement with every fiber of her being, preserving the illusion of calmness for when Carmen turned back around, none the wiser.

“It’s been a while, and we k…” Carmen didn’t know how he was supposed to maturely ask for advice when he couldn’t even say a kiss in front of his sister while cringing. Carmen couldn’t do this, it was too open, too vulnerable.

Nat cut him some slack and started asking questions instead, “Was it a one time thing?” Carmen subtly shook his head no. Her lips parted as she squeezed a jar of Pego to contain herself.

“Do you regret it?” Carmen didn’t respond but that didn’t mean no, that ment that she was getting closer to the root of the problem.

“Do you think she’s going to regret it?” Carmen’s shoulder’s raised slightly, bingo.

“Why don’t I gauge how she is feeling at dinner.” Nat knew he was about to run away from her for exposing too much and she had to give him an incentive to not follow his instincts.

She continued, “We talked earlier, she said she hates your cooking.” Carmen’s head snapped up, Nat knew that y/n was just joking but it was still a bit funny to mess with Carmen.

The look of shock transported her back to when she was eight sitting next to Carmy and watching Micheal convince him to finish a glass of milk or else he would lose all of his teeth to a calcium deficiency. This wasn’t the time to reminisce but it made her heart warm knowing that even after going through so much, there was still a part of young Carmy that persevered. She was feeling the burning in the back of her eyes, her hormones were making her sentimental.

“Yeah she said that your food fucking blows.” Carmen caught on and let out a small laugh.

They both roamed in the aisle moving on to juices. Sugar free, diet, pineapple, orange. Carmen’s eyebrows raised when he saw the price of orange juice before putting it down and deciding to just make his own.

Carmen started, “She isn’t the type of person who changes her mind easily,” but if she can make that shift to see him in a good light, maybe she'll stick around and eventually see the real Carmen—a pathetic, insecure loser. All he did was make a promise to her but he knew it meant nothing without actions, and he was unsure if he could control his anger or keep his obsessiveness in check when something especially difficult happened. If another shit storm made its rounds in the kitchen, would he really be able to be the bigger person? Carmen doubted it.

Carmen just ripped off the bandaid, “I don’t know how to…I want her to not hate me. I know I'm going to..” Carmen waited till a child next to them moved to the other end of teh aisle towards his dad, “..fuck it up, but I dont want that to happen.”

“What makes you think she is going to hate you?”

“When we were talking…she told me that I should have done better. And that I…needed to be “stable”, but I don’t know how to be that for myself, let alone someone else.”

“She isn’t asking you to do it for her, she wants you to do it for yourself.” Natalie offered.

“Its like having to solve a word search to answer a stupid fucking puzzle. I don’t…” Carmen sighed in defeat. Nat knew that he was strong and it was impossible for her to fix this for him but that still made her palms itch seeing him struggle like this. She racked her brain, desperately seeking any glimmer of a solution that could offer him even a shred of relief.

They both walked out the market towards the restaurant. “It's really hard…and it's not that I don’t want to, it just feels impossible.” Carmen muttered, he was close to giving up.

A burning sensation welled up in the back of Natalie's throat, and she instinctively placed her hand on Carmen's shoulder as a gesture of support and to her surprise Carmen looked at her, saw her glassy eyes and hugged her. The shock knocked a few tears from her eyes..

Carmy was not a selfish person but Nat noticed that he was becoming a bit more aware that he takes up much more space then he originally thought he did. He now knew that his presence was big enough to be able to tear people down but was also big enough to offer meaningful support. He had come to understand his own significance, and this realization struck Natalie like a tidal wave, causing her to burst into uncontrollable sobs.

“Does crying mean I'm fucked, Sugar?” Carmen asked, his voice tinged with humor and uncertainty, as he gently rubbed Natalie's back for comfort. Nat shook her head no.

“You'll be okay. You always are.” Nat wiped her face before continuing to walk back to the restaurant.

Carmen snuck a few glances to see what was making his sister a sobbing mess, she wasn’t the type to break down like that, “Are you good?” Natalie nodded her head.

“Everything good at home?” It felt strange to say the word home, even after visiting multiple countries and living in many different apartments, Carmen couldn’t really call any place home. Home was supposed to be a sanctuary of warmth, Carmen's closest experience to that feeling was back in his family house—a place where the warmth was scalding and suffocating. Where it was a constant waiting game, anticipating the intense heat to escalate and cause everything, and everyone, to boil over.

Carmen was acutely aware that he would never have a home quite like Sugar's. He couldn't help but wonder if he had what it took to be like Pete for someone else—always helpful, kind, and perhaps a little too accommodating. He questioned whether he had the capacity to fulfill that role and maintain his own sense of self. Granted, what about his “self” was worth preserving?

Natalie nodded her head but Carmen wasn’t convinced. “It's just a lot, you know. Seeing the place getting renovated. I used to hate that place, but..” She sighed, “...I picked up Micheal’s tax returns, I didn’t even need them for anything…I just wanted to see them to know what he was going through towards the…'' end. She didn’t need to finish for Carmen to know what she was talking about. They were in front of the restaurant and Carmen gave her a side hug and against his better judgment he tried his hand in verbal reassurance so he could be there for her, fully.

“I think he tried his best to make everything look fine, and it’s nice to know that he was at least able to pretend till the...end.” Sugar looked up at him and didn’t comment on his successful attempt to be her support, not wanting to scare him.

They wordlessly walked in the restaurant and Carmen finished up his dish. He made enough for one plate because he was expecting to have to remake it a few times. He grabbed a small plate and served a separate plate for y/n before knocking on her door. She looked up at him, not hearing him and gave him a “hmm” which echoed in his chest. She sat with them in the kitchen, taking her laptop with her. They all took the first bite together. Carmen watched both women’s reactions to gauge their uncensored reactions. Natalie’s eyebrows raised and she gave him a nod of approval.

Y/n took a bite and looked up from her plate so see Carmen staring at her. “Why are you staring?”

“Do you not like it?”

“It’s good.” Y/n put her fork down and propped up her head on her hand.

“But, you didn’t-”

“I’m not really a foodie, so food is never like…” Y/n made an explosion sound and flicked her hands open, “Good, is the best you going to get out of me.” Natalie wondered how a chef and an anti-gourmet foodie were going to work.

“Is all food just ”good”?” Y/n looked up and tried to think of food that was better than good.

“I like mom's cooking.”

“What is her food like?”

“Intense…subtly in food doesn’t mean anything to me because I don’t taste the difference.” Carmen was waiting for more for y/n.

“I ate a lot of spicy, sour and bitter food growing up. My mom didn’t think that kids should eat different things than everyone else, so I guess pasta and mushrooms will always be just “good”.” Y/n felt like she was just shitting all over his profession but he asked for her opinion so he couldn’t get offended now.

Carmen nodded his head before walking away. Y/n pierced her lips and looked over to Natalie wondering if she hurt Carmen’s feelings. Natalie looked just as bewildered. Just as y/n was about to find Carmen, he came out with a few more ingredients.

“What are you making?”

“Something you will like.”

“I liked what you made-”

“Good is not enough.”

“Come on, Carmen, it's something that everyone will like, it’s going to kill opening day.”

“But you have to like it.” Y/n sighed before indicating that he should continue.

“You won’t be able to serve the food I like to eat, it would be considered a biological weapon.” Y/n was warning him but Carmen thought she was teasing him. He would learn to listen to her warning in the future. He put the porcini mushrooms to the side before getting started on some penne all’arrabbiata.

Y/n laughed at him knowing that he wouldn’t have the courage to spice up a dish to her standard before grabbing her laptop so she could get some work done and also talk to Natalie about contractors.

While Carmen chopped and stirred, y/n subtly glanced up at his flexing back and strong arms. She thought she was hiding it well but when she went to check if Natalie noticed she saw that Natalie was already watching her. Natalie snickered as y/n hid her face behind her laptop to hide her embarrassment. Carmen turned around to see what was so funny but was just met with the view of both of them with their faces hiding behind their hands.

Y/n felt someone pass behind her and knew it was Sydney without having to look up. “Hey guys, what are we making?” She took a bite out of the pasta, which was slightly cooled but she still nodded her head.

“It’s fire, chef. It would be great if it was hot, I want to remake it to see what it was supposed to taste like.”

Y/n couldn’t say that she completely forgave Sydney but y/n did respect that she went to Richie to give some type of apology after a while. Y/n could accept that the two of them wouldn’t be best friends, they just needed to be able to work together.

Y/n went to Carmen’s locker before pulling out a few Tums for everyone, it looks like today was going to be pasta day because of her and she didn’t want to send everyone home with a stomach ache.

Carmen continued with his pasta, and served it in front of y/n. All the women took a bite,

“It’s got a kick to it.” Natalie said while reaching for a food container filled with water while wiping sweat from her brow. Sydney gave Carmen a, “This is fire, chef.” Y/n couldn't help but cringe inwardly at the comment because she knew she couldn't quite match their shared vernacular and the ease with which they expressed themselves with food. What private passion did y/n and Carmen share?

Carmen stared y/n down as she took a bite.

“It’s good.” Carmen waited for her to elaborate. “It’s too subtle.”

Carmen smirked, “Yeah, next time I'll just make you a ball of fire for you to enjoy.” Y/n gave him a shit eating grin, it was just too fun not to mess with him, and when she saw him smile back she felt a bit of imaginary nostalgia, this was what she longed for back in New York.

The restaurant was still closed for renovations and after a while a few other crew members came by to do some demo. Y/n was stuck on hold with the inspector's office when she was approached by Natalie, “I’ve got a doctor’s appointment so I've got to go, I’ll see you on Friday at eight.”

The rest of the week flew by because they were on a very strict time crunch to open in a few months. Y/n wasn’t very worried but she could feel the nerves from everyone else and she knew it would be in bad taste to tell them to toughen up, so she let them be grown ups and deal with their own anxieties.

On Friday, y/n left early to get ready for dinner, she opened an old moving box and pulled out a dress that she wore to an old work function. It was very tasteful because it was freezing outside. Y/n grabbed her gifts before running into Carmen’s car. Y/n took one look at Carmen and had to do a double take to make sure that she went into the right person’s car. Carmen’s hair was lighty slicked back, probably with pomade, and he was wearing a deep blue sweater with a white collar.

“I didn’t know you had clothes other than aprons and Dickies.”

“You look..” Carmen marveled at the way her eyes sparkled with an inner radiance, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He knew he wasn’t able to get the full picture yet because they were in a dark car but he could only imagine what she would do to him when they went to the well lit house. “..great.” Carmen wanted to punch himself for being so unoriginal but he couldn’t focus on anything.

“Thank you, you look good too. Blue is definitely your color..” Carmen’s fingers loosened around the steering wheel, compliments had always made him uneasy; he spent the majority of his life trying to make himself as small as possible and now he was pushed into the spotlight and he wondered if he even liked it?

“Carmen, can you look at me for a second?” And when he swiveled his head towards y/n, she squished his face lighty before giving his puckered lips a soft kiss. Just as she was about to lean back into her seat, Carmen, unable to resist, slipped his hand beneath her hair, grasping the back of her neck and drawing her in for a deeper, more passionate second kiss.

Yeah, he liked it.

“We are going to be late.” Y/n whispered before giving him one last peck. Carmen, still in a daze, fiddled with the radio so he could get his head straight. The ride to his sister’s house was quiet barring the soft jazz. Y/n was very nervous, they never had that conversation that said that they were official and for all she knew she was just a friend that Carmen kissed from time to time. She resisted the urge to ask right now because she was scared to find out that they were nothing more. She would savor the few minutes before she was inevitably introduced as a friend, or worse a co-worker.

They pulled into Natalie’s driveway and got out of the car, y/n grabbed the bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine and they rang the doorbell.

"Why are you holding the tray like that?" Y/n asked, noticing how Carmen clung to it like a shield. Before she could receive a response, Natalie opened the door with a warm greeting, inviting them inside. Y/n handed over the gifts, but Carmen still clung onto his belongings. Just then, Peter descended the stairs, seemingly about to approach Carmen for a hug before his gaze landed on Carmen's protective tray. He hesitated and stepped back, realizing it was acting as a barrier. Y/n stifled a laugh, biting her cheek to prevent herself from laughing at Carmen’s immaturity.

Carmen greeted, “Pete.” Y/n could feel the dislike and she felt bad for Pete because he seemed nice.

“Carmen, it’s good to see you, man.”

“This is my girlfriend, y/n.” A sense of numbness overwhelmed her. It was like when people get run over by a semi and say that they don’t feel anything. Y/n extended her hand to shake Pete's, and she followed him into the living room.

Carmen went into the kitchen to help Natalie and y/n made pleasant conversation with Pete, he seemed a bit soft but she could understand why Natalie might want someone like him. Y/n pretended to be interested when he showed her his Cubs memorabilia, she initially thought the Cubs were a fictional sports team made by the New Girl writers.

Y/n and Pete walked over to the kitchen and asked if they needed any help. Pete looked like he wanted to actually be helpful but y/n had her fingers crossed hoping she didn’t have to do any cooking. It was weird to see Carmen let someone else take the lead while he watched. Even with Sydney, he still watched over everything like a hawk, not because he didn’t trust her, it's just because he wouldn’t let her fail.

Y/n watched as everyone spoke and she wondered where she fit in. Natalie and Carmen were obviously close and Pete was doing his best to get close to Carmen, trying to bridge the obvious gap between them. Y/n had to stop herself from telling Carmen to either be nicer or for Pete to drop it.

Other than being Carmen’s new “girlfriend” and sharing small talk, what else was there for her to talk about? Y/n didn’t know them well but she could tell there was a lot of subtext between the three of them that added weight to their interactions that she wasn’t privy to yet. She was a flame trying to suck in any bubble of oxygen so she could ignite, she needed more information before she could actually join them.

It felt like she was reading Dune for the first time, being dropped in the middle of an already moving plot and she was scrambling to play catch up. Carmen had a lot of triggers and she wondered if Natalie was the same. Even if they acted completely differently, y/n could tell that they were sidestepping something, like they were avoiding talking about a gaping bullet wound, and if siblings were acting like that it means that it's a problem with the parents. Despite the fact that they were in the kitchen, the three of them weren’t talking about the food. Y/n made a mental checklist of a few rules; 1. Don’t bring up parents 2. Don't mention food because it's a trigger 3. Pay attention to Natalie because she was not as good at hiding her feelings as Carmen.

Dinner was served and they all took a seat, y/n took slow sips of wine and saw that Natalie’s wine was slightly darker than hers. Y/n was sitting across Natalie so she recognized the smell too, apple. She was drinking sparkling apple cider. Y/n hid her smirk by talking another sip, she would be a spy or something because she was killing it in the recon department.

Dinner was starting to feel stiff, y/n took a deep breath and turned to Natalie, “Your cooking is to die for.” Natalie tucked in her lips but couldn’t help but hide her smile, y/n never told Carmen anything like that, barring the first day she got to Chicago, it was a petty way of getting back at him for blindsiding her by calling her his girlfriend.

“Thanks, It's a family recipe.” Y/n wanted to stab herself with the fork, she just broke rule one and two. Just as y/n was about to make some asinine comment to change topics, Carmen did it for her.

“Can you pass me the bread, Sugar?” Y/n found her opening.

“Sugar, that’s a nice nickname, what’s the story?”

Natalie paused and y/n had a feeling she fucked up, “We were having this Chrismas family thing and I added a cup of sugar into the gravy instead of salt. The name just stuck.” Y/n definitely fucked up, she was breaking rules left and right. Y/n scrabbled to put herself in the same level as Natalie.

“I’ve been there. My parents were having a few co-worker over for lunch and they brought a box of these expensive mangos and I was told to make some smoothies because it was boiling that day. I filled up the sugar container with salt without noticing and made them smoothies with a ton of salt.” Y/n saw that all eyes were on her and she didn’t allow herself to be nervous because she was trying to get a deeper point across.

Y/n continued, “I have never heard that many people gag all at once.” Their faces broke into a smile.

“What did your mom say?” Bingo, looks like the taboo parent could be narrowed down to their mother.

“She didn’t say anything bad, she and her co-workers just laughed. I mean I was a kid and we all make mistakes. I ended up making lemonade instead.”

Natalie’s eyes lit up,“It’s a shame that all those mangos went to waste.” Natalie joked.

“Waste?” Y/n had a fake offense, “I drank the rest to prove that it wasn’t that bad.”

“Was it that bad?” Pete asked.

“My blood pressure was through the roof. It was the first time I ever got a headache.”

The rest of dinner was a bit more relaxed, y/n was expecting Carmen to talk a bit more because these were his people but it looked like she would have to do the talking for the both of them. They finished up dinner and y/n got up to help them clean up. It was y/n and Carmen alone in the kitchen while Natalie went upstairs to check on something, aka she needed some rest and Pete went to check up on her.

As Carmen washed the dishes, Y/n stood by, towel in hand, drying them. The domestic scene felt comfortable, yet she couldn't determine if she truly enjoyed this newfound domesticity. She wondered if in Carmen’s eyes she was merely playing the role of the perfect partner – someone who could effortlessly navigate his family dynamics, fix his business, and be his own manic pixie dream girl.

A selfish thought crossed Y/n's mind. What was she truly gaining from this relationship? She had been too afraid to make a move with Carmen after the kiss, fearing that one misstep could lead her to being shut out completely. She hesitated to voice her preferences about his food, to ask about the nature of their relationship, or to discuss their future plans if this relationship fell through. Y/n wasn't one to dwell in discomfort, except for her previous job, and she felt frustrated that she had to jump through so many hoops just to ensure that Carmen wouldn't leave.

They finished the dishes and y/n could tell that Carmen wanted to check on Natalie but he didn’t want to leave y/n alone. Y/n being a supportive girlfriend, practically pushed him up the steps before walking out the front door and leaning on the porch. Y/n grabbed her jacket and walked out. She underestimated the frigid Chicago air which felt like a sharp slap to her face, serving as a wake-up call. It reminded her that the warm and fuzzy feeling she had been battling within herself was merely fleeting, and that the reality of the world could be much harsher and more painful.

Y/n couldn’t help but wonder why Carmen was even bothering with her, they had nothing in common but the restaurant. Work was everything for him and Sydney, their shared connection always pulled them together despite both of their volatile personalities. What pulled y/n and Carmen together? They both worked in the restaurant but Carmen didn’t have a passion for running said restaurant, it was a mere obligation that y/n took from him. If she stopped working there, what else did they have in common?

Y/n came to the daunting realization that Carmen picked Sydney because he saw potential in her, a chance to let both him and her grow. However, he didn’t pick y/n because he saw something deeper in her, it was an act of embarrassed desperation.

Was she just a means to help Carmen get his shit together? The restaurant meant a lot to Micheal and after he died Carmen stopped seeing the restaurant as something that was out of his reach but as something to connect him to his brother, a small thread connecting the estranged brothers. Y/n was there to hold up the connection in the vaguest of ways, she kept the restaurant afloat so Carmen could come to terms with Micheals’s legacy, good and bad.

She was lost in thought when she heard the door close, she turned her head to see Carmen was already lighting a cigarette. It was difficult for her to be objective when Carmen locked eyes with her with such intensity. Y/n ripped her eyes from him and faced forward looking at the neighbor's yard, they had nice shrubs.

“I thought you left.” Carmen started as he leaned on the railing with y/n. He looked forward to see what was so interesting that y/n couldn’t look him in the face, it was just some trees.

“I needed some air.”

“You could catch a cold.”

“I don’t get sick, sick is a mindset.” Y/n was obviously joking.

She lowered her head so that she could feel the cold metal on her forehead, maybe a different type of pain would make this conversation easier. Her forehead landed on something warm, the back of Carmen’s hand. She turned her head to its side but remained connected to Carmen’s hand. The warmth radiating on her cheek was making her stomach do backflips. Even if she knew she shouldn’t be indulging like this she couldn’t help it. He felt too good and y/n was getting more and more greedy.

“Hey, Carmen?” Carmen was still staring at y/n. “What do we have in common?” He looked taken aback.

“We like each other…” He was starting to feel the slow slitter of nausea because he knew the other shoe was about to drop.

“If we don’t have much in common, what do we talk about?”

“We can talk about whatever we like. It’s nice to…be with someone who isn't wrapped up in the same things as me.” Carmen expressed a genuine warmth in his voice. Carmen wanted to say that she made him feel like the roof wasn’t going to collapse on him and that the small things weren’t going to destroy him but it felt selfish to describe how much he cared for her based on how she made him feel and not on facts about her.

“I don’t care about fancy food.” Y/n blurted out.

Carmen chuckled, “You know about the vendors, where the supplies are sourced, how much they cost, and a bunch of other stuff. You do care, just in a different way than I do.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It gives me perspective. It’s very realistic and grounded.” Y/n knew he was calling her realistic and grounded.

“I like hearing you talk about my food.” Carmen offered.

“Even if it’s just “good”?”

“Especially if it's just "good". That means you're telling me the truth.” Carmen recalled a ninth grade world history lesson about the Rosetta Stone, an artifact written in three different languages and made it possible to translate some ancient language. Though he hadn't fully paid attention during the lesson, Carmen now saw the parallel. If Y/n had the courage to express her opinions on his food, it meant she was being honest with him about everything else.

Y/n cracked a smile before covering her mouth and started laughing. It was a jarring sound, Carmen couldn’t pinpoint what the laugh was meant to convey but he knew it wasn’t good.

“What?” Carmen asked, Y/n rubbed her face with her cold hands.

“You said that you were scared of me a while back but now…” Y/n's laughter softened into a smaller chuckle, conveying a mix of amusement and irony.

“I’m scared of you.” The weight was lifted off her shoulders and slammed down on Carmen's. Y/n wondered if this is how the rest of their relationship was going to be; one person transferring their hurt to the other till the weight became too much to bear.

"It's... I want to bring so many things up to you but..." Y/n wondered if this counted as an accusation. "..you’re so flighty. I don't know what to say that won't make you..." Y/n struggled to find a word that didn't feel so definitive, but the only word that felt honest was, "...leave."

The porch fell into an uneasy silence, both of them grappling with the weight of Y/n's vulnerability.

"I...I didn't realize..." Carmen stammered, his voice betraying his inner turmoil. "I would never just... leave." They both stared in silence, they knew that wasn’t true. Y/n lifted her head leaving the warmth behind, she knew this wouldn’t work if he made false promises. And against everything telling her to just accept his promise as law and ignore any doubts, she couldn’t fool herself like that.

“That’s such bullshit.” Y/n lighty giggled. It felt as though a shark had promised to stop swimming—it was ingrained in their nature. In that lighthearted moment, a mischievous thought crossed Y/n's mind: What would happen if Carmen actually stopped running away? Would he cease to exist, like a fish in space?

Her playful musings, though immature, offered a brief respite from the weight of their conversation. It was a temporary escape, a way to diffuse the tension. Y/n noticed that she brought all this shit up to comfort herself but she was giggling to make him feel safe. Even when she knew she shouldn’t, she couldn't help but try to make him feel better.

As the laughter subsided, Y/n met Carmen's eyes, she forced herself to ignore the emotions he was conveying and instead tried to match his eyes with things she had seen in the past. If this ended poorly, she would miss his eyes the most and she wanted to know what else could match in intensity in case she never got to see him like this ever again, nothing came to mind.

Carmen felt like he was backed into a corner, he couldn’t promise her anything without her, justifiably, doubting him.

"I don't want to leave you," Carmen offered, his voice carrying a mixture of sincerity and vulnerability. It was the most honest response he could offer at that moment. He couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't feel the urge to run, to escape when things got tough, but he had a genuine desire to stay.

Y/n's eyes met Carmen's, her expression softened. She knew it wasn't a perfect answer, but it was a step forward. It was enough to know that he acknowledged his own complexities and still chose to be present with her.

They stood in the quiet watching neighbors turn off their living room lights and go upstairs. She wanted to test out whether, “They could talk about whatever they wanted too.”

“What do you think they’re doing?” Y/n asked, Carmen parted his lips and turned his face to look at y/n so see if she was serious, she was.

“I think they go to bed and she has this super long night time routine and he is already asleep by the time she gets to bed. You?” Y/n knew that if they ever slept over at each other’s place, that’s exactly what would happen between them.

“She probably got home from a shit day and she starts reading an easy romance book…Do you read any books?”

“They are mostly cooking stuff.” He took a drag from his cigarette.

“You read cookbooks for entertainment?”

“Sometimes, it's a part of the craft.” Carmen realized how fucking pretentious he sounded and was a bit ashamed but seeing y/n refrain from teasing him by bitting her lips made him not want to crawl into a hole and die of shame, her smile was addicting. “…but there is a lot of history and science too. '' Carmen knew he sucked at conversation but he would do anything to keep talking.

“What was your last book?”

Y/n and Carmen kept talking till they lost track of time and eventually when they had reached a comfortable lull, y/n could confidently say that they were in fact capable of holding a conversation about mundane shit.

Against every fiber of her being telling her to end their conversation like this, she couldn’t help but ask, “What happens…if this ends?” Y/n didn’t know if she was supposed to use “if” or “when”; one was cautious, the other was a prophecy.

Carmen didn’t look back at her, instead giving her, “You’ll still have a job…I’m not a dick…all the time.” Y/n lips curved upwards.

“Will you be able to work with someone you’ve been in a relationship with?”

“Yes.” Carmen wondered if the answer could ever be anything other than yes.

Y/n knew that if this ended badly she would be allowed to stick around so that Carmen would have an excuse to throw himself at his work. She would be the catalyst to merge him from an individual to a vague reflection of Micheal’s legacy.

Whether or not Carmen knew it, Micheal was a huge influence in his life and just like Micheal began to isolate himself towards the end, Carmen would do the same if they drifted apart. It was his inherent weakness and a relationship gone sour that would make it difficult for him to break the cycle that Micheal had started.

“I won’t stay if it hurts you, Carmen.”

“I would want you to stay, y/n.”

“There is no trophy that comes with going through unnecessary shit.”

“I know, I would still need you.” Carmen hesitated but eventually placed his hand top on y/n's.

“Because I can do the books?” Y/n rolled her eyes jokingly.

“No…you do more than that. You are…” Carmen read books with a shit ton of adjectives, they had to be descriptive to describe food through text. Despite that, he was at a loss for words to describe her.

"You are..." he began again, this time his voice was a little gentler than before. He took a deep breath, hoping that he could find those words that would express everything he felt.

"You are very important to me,". His voice was soft like he was realizing this for the first time.

The second time was meant for y/n, "You are very important to me." I love you, y/n.

Y/n locked eyes with Carmen for a moment.

"You are important to me too." I love you, Carmen.

Neither of them had the courage to say that to each other, wondering if they were the only one’s feeling like this.

They both had jackets on but y/n’s hands were freezing and she could feel Carmen’s hand was also ice cold. She knew that they had both reached their limits but y/n couldn’t help but relish in the cold for a bit longer.

For y/n, the biting cold was always a catalyst for clarity, stripping away the unnecessary and forcing y/n to distill her focus onto the few things that mattered. Amidst the frost, she found solace in the simplicity. It was within this chilling environment that she discovered a clear chance to confront her inner turmoil head-on and confront the world.

Carmen had always been drawn to the intense heat. It was as if the scorching temperatures matched the fire that burned within him, igniting his passion and driving him forward but leaving him with nothing to look back on. Extreme heat was his poison of choice, his way of confronting the world.

Carmen’s heat was turning her mind into a messy slurry of slush. Y/n had to force herself to focus despite the fact that Carmen’s hand was providing her with a sliver of intoxicating warmth.

“You didn’t ask me to be your girlfriend.” Carmen’s head shot up aback by y/n's words. He was excited to introduce her to his family, and he hadn't thought to ask her permission first. He tried to explain himself, his words coming out in a rush.

"I didn't mean to assume anything. I just thought that since we've been seeing each other for a while now, it was... " He took a moment to catch his breath, trying to gather his thoughts.

“I think you should try asking first.” Carmen stared at y/n not knowing if this was a trap to get rejected twice. He opted for silence.

“Carmen, ask me if I want to be your girlfriend?” Carmen didn't want to say the wrong thing, not when it was so important, for someone so important. Carmen trusted y/n so he stubbed his cigarette on the ashtray before taking a deep breath and asking, “Will you be my girlfriend, y/n.”

Y/n wrapped her freezing hands around his neck accidentally grazing her finger on his neck making him shiver. She leaned in against his lip and even though they had kissed before this, Carmen felt like he couldn’t think. Y/n lips barely touching Carmen’s before whispering a soft, “Yes, Carmy.”

Carmen closed the small gap between their lips. And y/n felt a gentle heat seep through the folds of her head making it difficult to focus on her freezing fingers, or her numb toes, or her goosebump riddled legs, or her shivering arms. Y/n felt Carmen pull her closer and even though they were as close as physically possible, it wasn’t enough. Carmen’s lips left y/n’s before trailing down the column of her neck, y/n could feel the blossoming of heat radiate from his lips. Y/n’s hands sank down to Carmen’s waist and slowly drifted up his shirt. The cold sent shivers down his spine as y/n’s hands moved at a glacial pace.

Just as Carmen reached the collar of her jacket he looked up at her and y/n had to resist every irrational and reckless part of her that told her to continue. The realization that they were on Carmen’s sister’s porch made y/n look around to ground herself. She landed on a black box right near the door before looking back to Carmen with her mouth agape and her eyes wide open.

“What?” Carmen questioned with furrowed eyebrows.

“We are on your sister's porch.” Y/n said with a thousand yard stare and a distant mutter.

“I’m not a fucking animal, obviously we aren’t going to do this here.” Y/n softly grasped Carmen’s face before turning towards the black box, a doorbell camera.

“Jesus…fuck.” They both looked at each other before y/n scrambled inside with Carmen right behind her. Either they were caught and they had to face Natalie despite the embarrassment or they got to the footage before Natalie saw it.

Y/n let Carmen lead her to Natalie’s room, who thankfully was still laying on her side, Pete had gone to the restroom.

Y/n leaned up to Carmen before whispering, “Distract her.” Carmen sat near Natalie and asked her if she wanted some ginger-ale or if he should stop by a pharmacy.

Natalie's phone was on the nightstand and y/n swiped it when Natalie wasn’t looking before unlocking her phone with the password she acquired from being noisy. She then deleted the footage of the last hour from her Ring app. Y/n wanted to scroll back a few months to watch Carmen call her for the first time but she didn’t have enough time.

Y/n set the phone exactly how she found it and gave Carmen a subtle thumbs up.

“I’m fine, I think I need to sleep this off.” Natalie sat up while glancing at y/n and y/n had to resist freezing like a criminal caught in the spotlight.

“I’m really sorry-” Natalie started.

“Please don’t be. I had a great time. Is there anything we can do for you before we leave?” Y/n felt bad for taking advantage of Natalie’s pregnancy induced sickness but this was a matter of prestige, she wouldn’t be able to set foot in this house if Natalie ever saw the footage.

Natalie shook her head no and they said their goodbye’s before Camren and y/n practically tripped over themselves running out of that house. They sprinted to the car and slammed the doors shut before bursting out laughing. Y/n felt like she was a teenager again, sneaking her boyfriend out the fire escape before her mom walked in. Carmen pushed his forehead into the steering wheel to laugh and the sound that echoed felt like it was melting itself into y/n’s brain, forever branded into her memory.

“How many times have you been here, Carmen? You never noticed the fucking camera, you dick?” Y/n struggled to shake off the heat that pulsed up her body, Camren hadn’t even started the car yet and she was burning up.

“I…I never looked, what kind of freak looks?”Carmen said in between laughs. Y/n gave him a fake look of disapproval.

“Turn the car on, Berzatto, you’re getting on my fucking nerves.”

Carmen turned on his car before pulling out of Natalie’s driveway, he was still snickering and in the streetlight y/n could see his neck turn bright red.

“Stop by a CVS or something.” Y/n said while fiddling with the radio.

“You think you caught something from Nat.” Y/n resisted telling him that pregnancy wasn’t contagious, men are so fucking stupid.

“You have condoms on you?” Carmen slammed on the break, lucky they were at a red light.

“N...no.” Scarlet crawled up his neck and up his face. Y/n didn’t know someone’s ears could ever get that red before. Carmen stayed still trying to collect his fractured thoughts.

“It's green, Carmen.”

He stepped on the gas and y/n was glad that the roads were practically empty because he was driving like he had all the insurance in the world. He pulled over to a Walgreens and ran out of the car. Y/n shook her head at his shit parking, he was in between two spots. Carmen came back in a minute with a plastic bag, y/n could decipher from the shapes that he had also bought some gatorades too.

Carmen pulled out of the parking lot.

Y/n didn’t recognize the streets on their ride back, “Your place?”

“Mine is closer.” Carmen replied, his voice tinged with a mix of anticipation.

Y/n could help but giggle, she always loved it when he was desperate. She knew it was wrong, but she always felt such a rush of excitement when her control over him was at its pinnacle and they both knew it.

When they reached a stop sign, y/n glanced over at Camren and saw that he was already looking back at her.

They couldn’t seem to care that they were wading in uncharted waters and they couldn’t convince themselves that this was going to end badly enough for them to not at least try. If they looked at each other like that, there was no way they were going to let each other go.

End Notes:

Fire + Ice = Vapor; It took me an embarrassing amount of time to think of that.

There is a lot of tension and maturity that needs to be written in smut for it to be good and I just can’t do that. I tried for this one and I had to close my laptop and take a lap because the second hand embarrassment was too much. So those drafts have been deleted and I’m glad I never have to see them again.

I didn't think people would like Turbulence, I was going to delete it after a few hours and just keep it to myself but i'm glad that people liked it so ig it's here to stay. I tried to keep this one more contained then Turbulence bc writing about multiple days is such a pain.

I really don’t know what else I might write about for these two, or in general, so if you have any suggestions feel free to send them to me. If your suggestion inspires me, you better believe that I'm going to get out of bed at 2 in the morning and start writing. Or we can bury these two in a shallow grave and forget they exist, which is also fine by me because I think fic aged me.

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 month

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ᴛꜱʏᴇʏᴋ'ɪᴛᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: None ♡

A/N: This was inspired by this ask, which I had to write into a fic. Sorry it took a while.

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That day, you and Neteyam were in your private bonk back at the old RDA Headquarters. You were both just talking about things that had happened all week. Not only that, but as you talked, you were trying to clean your messy desk. But you'd get side tracked by the conversation that you'd that you were cleaning. While you moved some stuff in there proper places and listening to Neteyam's rant about how Lo'ak nearly got them killed when he tried to pet a thanator's pup. As you moved stuff around, you couldn't help but notice a small box, it had a bit of dust in it.

You reached over and grabbed it, you leaned the dust off the lid, seen the many stickers that you had put on the box. Some were old that they began to fade and some were still in tacked. After looking at the stickers, you opened the lid. You then saw the many nail polishes that your mom had given a while ago. She was cleaning out some stuff and she decided to give you somethings that she didn't really use. So she gave them to you. "Yawne?" You heard Neteyam call out to you, seen that you were focused on something else. "Oh, sorry, I just found these. I forgot I had them." You responded, showing him the box filled with different color nail polishes.

He got closer, to see the small bottles. "What's that stuff?" He asked. "It's what we call nail polish, we use it to make our nails look pretty." You responded, while Neteyam looked more in the box. "Can I look at them?" he asked, while you handed him the box. It was very small compared to his hands. You moved them around a bit, seen the many colors in the box. As he kept looking in the box, he pulled out a small nail polish bottle. He brought it close to his face, to get a better view of it. "This one is the color of your eyes." He commented. "It is?" You asked. "Yeah, I think so. Look." He said, handing you the nail polish. He as not wrong, it did look like the color of your eyes. "Cool. Let me see if I can find one the color of your eyes." You told him.

Once you had the box, you began to dig in the box. Trying to find a nail polish that matched his eyes. You then found a yellow nail polish, it matched perfectly with his eyes, except this one had a bit of shine. Not only that, but you also found a green one. That also matched perfectly. "These match your eyes." You said, while showing him the two nail polishes in my hand. He looked at them. "They do." He said, while looking at the little glass bottle filled with the thick liquid which matched his eyes.

Then he got an idea. "I know what we can do." He said, making you look at him, giving him your full attention. "How about, we paint each other's nails, but with the color that matches our eyes?" he asked. "Oh! That sounds cool, we should." You said, you saw how Neteyam's eyes lid up by how you seemed to agree with his idea. "Let me go first so that you can see how you can paint mine." You told him, while you began to open the small bottle in your hand.

The whole time you while you painted his nails, you explained to him to try and stay in the nail. It was fine if he messed up a bit, since he's never really painted nails. Painting his nails was easy, since he's hand were as big as your head, if not bigger. His nails looked pretty, you honestly liked how the colors went with his skin tone. When it came to your nails, Neteyam slightly struggled because of how small the brush was, you offered your help to him. But he wanted to do it himself, after struggling a bit, he finally finished painting your nails. He did good. You liked how the yellow and green really went well and how it really did match his eyes. You couldn't help but bring your hand up near Neteyam's eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked, curious on why you brought your hand near his face. "I just wanted to see how perfectly they match." You said, while looking at him in the eyes then your nails. He thought for a moment, then he also brought his hand up next to your face to see how his nails and eyes looked. He seemed to love the idea of having the color of your nails on his nails in some way. "We should do this more often." Neteyam said, breaking the small bit of silence. "We should, maybe next time we can do each other's favorite color?" You suggested. "Yeah, I like that." He answered, with a small smile.

"What's your favorite color by the way?" You asked him, genuinely curious. Neteyam then thought for a moment, as if he was trying to remember his favorite color. "I never really thought of it, but. I'd say, forest colors?" He said, almost confused and unsure. "Oh, so like shades of greens and browns?" you asked. "Yeah, with a bit of smoky purple and a dark dark and light turquoise." He added. "Oh, I can see that." You said, while analyzing his attire, seen how he wore the colors he claimed to like. "You want to know what my favorite color is?" You asked him, while he nodded in response. "Blue." You simply said, while looking at him with a tiny grin on your lips. It took him a moment to realize your response, when he finally got it after a minute. His face turned a bright purple and he began to giggle. "I also like purple." You added, making him cover his cover his mouth with his hand as he continued to giggle more.

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A Very Important Assignment

college!harry x quiet!yn

SUMMARY: College Harry being obsessed with his quiet, study heavy girlfriend as she was supposed to be finishing an assignment, but he wouldn’t let her.

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

WARNINGS: Sexual content (this literally wasn’t supposed to have any, but I couldn’t help myself)

It was around nine thirty at night and the simple couple was cooped up in the corner table at their favorite ice cream shop. Y/N knew she had to get home soon because she had a very important assignment to finish, and it stuck in the back of her mind like a 'kick me' sticker. She couldn't stop thinking about how she was going to balance her time so that she could give each part of her assignment equal attention and finish it by eleven and be asleep by midnight.

“Baby, did you hear me?” questioned her boyfriend, Harry, with a soft squeeze to her thigh. Her vision was floaty as she blinked her eyes and turned her head in his direction. A slight smirk sat on Harry’s lips as he reached to hold her chin between his fingers, bringing her close and connecting their lips. “What’s on your mind, lovie?”

“Homework,” She responded as if it were an unnecessary thought, despite the fact that it was all she could think about. "I’m sorry, I shouldn't be thinking about it while we're out, but—"

“Stop,” Harry swiped her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Okay,” She sighed in defeat, knowing how those conversations end up if they continued. “What were you saying before?”

Harry moved his fingers away from her chin to hold his ice cream cup. His spoon scooped up more cookies and cream and brought it up to Y/N’s mouth. She gladly accepted his flavor and hummed at the sweet taste.

“I was asking if you were going to make it to my game on Thursday. I know you said you were going to hang out at Amber’s dorm all day, but I didn’t know if you could squeeze in some time to come.” The green tint in Harry’s eyes bored into his girlfriend’s as he awaited a response. He knew it was a fifty fifty toss up, and he told himself to be okay with either answer.

Y/N looked down at her bowl of strawberry ice cream to avoid his stare. “I’ll try. Amber and I wanted to finish our project that day and it might take forever,” She explained just over a whisper. Harry tilted his head to the side and smiled at his favorite person in the world. She was so simple but amazing in her own ways. He loved every moment he could spend with her. And Y/N hated that she couldn’t figure out why.

From the day he asked her to officially be his girlfriend, she’d give him odd stares, trying to use all the knowledge her professors were impressed the girl could inherit, to figure out what he saw in her. But she knew while she worked on an answer, she’d cherish the love he was desperate to give her.

“There’s going to be a party at the frat house afterwards. Do you want to come to that if you finish beforehand?” Harry tried for his next attempt to have time with his girlfriend. She immediately shook her head. “We can just hang in my room then. No partying, how’s that?”

“I want you to have fun with your friends, not babysit me like every other time I go to your parties,” She rolled her eyes and picked her head up at him, which brought a bubbly feeling in his stomach. She was so beautiful, and it hurt to think that could potentially fuck it up if he followed in the footsteps of the people he lived with at the frat house.

“It’s not babysitting, Y/N. I want to be around you all the fucking time, so it’s more so, you babysitting me.” The couple laughed over the faint 80s music in the themed ice cream parlor. “Like I said, we can stay in my room and watch some more house renovation videos. We never got to finish that one episode with the slide into the twins room. Remember that?”

“Oh yeah, that room looked sick. I know Damien would kill for a slide into his room,” Y/N spoke of her younger brother that Harry grew to become great friends with. He nodded and went for Y/N’s chin again, hungry for her lips. Y/N let her boyfriend lead and dominant the intimate moment, slightly moaning at his hot tongue exploring her mouth.

Their ice cream soon started to melt as they were left unattended for an increased amount of time. Y/N was now moved to sitting across Harry’s lap and her hands cradled the back of his neck, just like he loved because it made him feel safe in her arms.

Y/N pulled away first, resting her nose against Harry’s. His breathing had picked up, yearning for more. “Stay with me tonight?”

“I have work to do, dove,” She giggled, playing with his untamed curls. His lips immediately smiled at the sweet sound of her laugh. “But if you come to my dorm, you have to be on your best behavior, okay?” His eyes lit up at her compromise.

“Okay, definitely.”

“I mean it, Harry. I need this work done by eleven so I’m in bed by midnight,” Y/N kissed her boyfriend’s lips before brushing his cheek.

“Anything to be with you, baby,” He cooed while his fingers found their way under his sweatshirt she wore and circled the skin of her stomach.

Harry had missed his girlfriend that day as she had her classes back to back. He wanted to spend lunch with her in the dining hall, but she stayed behind to speak with her professor. He didn’t think she’d have that many questions to ask her, but Y/N was a perfectionist and needed all the details to make sure her work was the best.

dove: baby im at the dining hall w the boys, join us when you’re done

my baby: can’t

dove: why?

my baby: need to talk to professor miles, sorry

dove: okay, correcting my last statement.

dove: baby im at the dining hall alone, join me when you’re done

my baby: can’t. and i don’t have a problem w your friends. im not scared of them, just not social :/

dove: never said you were scared, y/n

dove: ice cream tonight, i love you

my baby: see you later

Harry waited against his car, outside of Y/N’s dorm building, and when she came out, he grabbed her cheeks and enveloped her in a delicate kiss. If Y/N wasn’t used to her boyfriend’s love language, she’d be caught of guard by his sudden desperation for affection.

“Why didn’t you say it back?” Harry huffed as soon as their lips disconnected. Y/N rolled her eyes, already knowing what he was talking about.

“You pissed me off,” she shrugged, releasing herself from him grasp and walking to the passenger side of his car. Harry quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her back against his chest. His hand moved the hair that sat on her shoulder away and brought his lips to her ear.

“You piss me off too. Say it back,” he warned. Y/N tried not to giggle at her sensitive nerves her boyfriend knew all too well. “Now Y/N or we aren’t leaving.”

“Were you thinking about that, all this time?” She laid her hands over his, sitting on her hips.

Harry nodded, “You never not say it back unless you’re mad.”

“For a guy that have girls on their knees just by being in their presence, you—”

“Don’t start with me, L/N. I wouldn’t be asking my girlfriend to fucking say ‘i love you’ back if I cared about them,” He growled, pushing away from her to walk to his side of the car. Y/N turned around to watch him with furrowed brows.

Anytime Y/N brought up how popular and wanted Harry was, he’d shut down. She just wouldn’t understand that he only ever wanted her. And if he could change the way he had let any girl that begged for him, suck him off like it meant something, he would.

“Harry, there are girls at your frat house every day and you’re telling me none of them have caught your eye? You haven’t been the slightest seduced by them?” Y/N crossed her arms. Before Harry could reach his car door, his head whipped in her direction and the offense that spread across his face made Y/N want to shove her arrogant words back down her throat. But she was too stubborn to apologize.

“As soon as you get in my car, leave your attitude and accusations on the curb. This conversation is over with because you should know by now how fucking crazy I am about you,” Harry barked, pointing to her. “I already know how fucking stubborn you are, and you aren’t going to apologize and take back your words, so forget you even said it. Deal?”

Y/N eyes softened as she nodded.

So, like he said, they were back to normal as she sat in his car with his hand rested in the inside of her thigh. Her shorts were a blessing from heaven as he had access to her gentle skin and beauty marks.

Harry spoke nonchalantly about his day and how stupid Niall is like he didn’t just go off on her five minutes ago. She had her eyes straight on the road in front of her but her finger traces the veins on his hand. Harry glanced over at her and sighed.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, earning her immediate attention. The heavy weight on her shoulders dropped as she smiled.

“Really?”

“Obviously, smartass,” he chuckled, flicking her thigh before going back to rubbing. “Anything you want to say back?”

“I love you,” she responded, biting her lip to contain the giddish feeling she felt inside. They were okay and she wasn’t going to lose him with her snarky comments. It surprised her by how much shit Harry accepted, and she promised herself that she’d change, but it wasn’t easy.

Everybody wanted Harry and she didn’t see herself good enough to be apart of the competition, but he saw something in her. She was grateful.

The couple drank their ice cream like soup, before throwing them away and walking hand in hand back to Harry’s car.

Y/N moved to her arms to hug them around Harry and snuggled her head into his chest. He was slight taken back by her gesture, but accepted it and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head and hummed.

“My dorm isn’t clean, by the way. I overslept and didn’t have time to compose my space,” Y/N giggled, glancing up at Harry.

“Good, I like when it feels like you.”

“Gross, that was so cliché.” Harry threw his head back to laugh and squeezed his girlfriend closer.

Harry and Y/N entered her dorm room and walked to her suite, messily scattered with books and clothes. Harry loved it.

He instantly pulled his shirt off and tossed it in her pile of clothes like her room was his. Y/N watched the muscles in his back flex as he stretched with a yawn.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired,” she placed a hand on her hip. Harry glanced over his shoulder and smirked at her.

“Never.”

Y/N sat down on her couch and grabbed the binder with her assignment stuffed inside. Harry went for her bed, hopping up instead of using the stool Y/N had set up for herself.

The first ten minutes were silent while Harry entertained himself on his phone, scrolling through social media. He got a lot of texts messages, left and right, so he used that time to also answer the people that yearned for his attention. Y/N had caught his fingers rapidly typing on his phone and frowned. She knew people were up late, waiting impatiently by their phone for Harry’s name to ping on their screen. She was the same way but would never tell him that.

Y/N tried to focus back on her work so she could go to bed, and maybe have some time with Harry all to herself. She wasn’t known to be the jealous type as that was Harry’s job, but the inevitable feeling still crept up her shoulder every now and then.

Becoming bored of the people on his phone, Harry threw it on his girlfriend’s nightstand and sighed. He looked at her still glued to the work she had gotten a good chunk done already and smiled. She was amazing, he thought. Not only was she smart as fuck, but crafty and creative. She knew how to stand out by putting her own twist on her work but still staying on task. It somehow turned him on. Just like now.

He needed her. Her warmth. Her touch. Anything.

Harry slid his sweats down to show the waistband of his boxers and began to run his fingers along the brand’s font, teasing his stomach nerves. Y/N knew not to look over at her boyfriend while she worked because he was a total distraction. Everything he did had her legs crossing discreetly—she didn’t want to boost his ego even more than it was.

“Baby,” Harry slurred out, watching his girlfriend deep in her notes with only twenty five minutes of them being in her room. Y/N hummed with her head turned to him but her eyes pointed at her papers. “Can you sit on my cock while you work?” He asked.

“What happened to you being on your best behavior, dove?” Y/N laughed, finally looking at her boyfriend. Her eyes slightly widened at the position she caught Harry in, looking like pure sex. His back was against the wall and his legs were hanging off the side of the bed but still manspread wide enough to show the dent in his sweatpants. One of his hands were playing with the hem of his boxers while the other ruthlessly rubbed his aching area.

“You happened,” He smirked. “I just need you warm around me, is all. I won’t bother you again.”

Y/N stared at him blankly, twiddling her pencil between her fingers. Harry bit his lip at her innocent look, knowing his girlfriend wasn’t as cute and inexperienced as she portrayed herself to seem. It’s what he loved so much about their sex life. No one knew Y/N and her dirty secrets like he did.

“You aren’t going to sit still, we both know that, Harry,” Y/N shook her head, continuing to work on her assignment. Harry huffed with a frustrated moan.

“Can you when you’re done?” He asked.

“I’m going to bed when I’m finished, you knew that.”

“So, let’s do it now before you go to bed.”

Y/N abruptly slammed her hand on her papers and darted her eyes at her boyfriend with furrowed brows. He knew she wanted to give him a silent warning, but that only had his cock growing and dripping. He couldn’t control how every single thing she did turned him on.

“Hurry up and stick it in so I can finish, please,” Y/N gave in, standing up from the couch but still dragging her finger over the words she wrote on her paper. A wide smile grew on Harry’s lips as he quickly jumped off her bed and ran behind his girlfriend to sit in her original spot.

The view he already had with his girlfriend’s ass stood in front of him caused a slow, “Fuck, baby,” to leave his throat. Y/N rolled her eyes and slid both her shorts and panties down her legs so she was naked from the waist down, only snuggled in her boyfriend’s sweatshirt.

“Good?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at Harry staring mesmerizingly at her ass.

“More than good,” He sighed, landing a hard slap on her right cheek. Y/N squealed, covering the newly red hand mark on her behind.

Harry quickly reached into his boxers and pulled out his fully hard cock, giving it slow teasing strokes. A deep moan left his throat as he thrusted into his hand. Y/N watched intensely, biting her lip to contain the noises she risked of making.

“Come sit on my cock, baby. Warm me up, yeah?” Harry patted his thighs and let Y/N reached down to hold and position him to her opening. She bent down to sit on his lap slowly, sucking his cock inch my inch inside of her.

“Oh fuck, Harry,” She gasped, squeezing her walls against him. Harry quickly grabbed her hips and held her body against him. “You’re so big, I can’t—“

“You’re doing so good, lovie. Taking me so well, you are. I’m so proud of my pretty girl, you know that?” Harry wrapped his large hand around her neck and pushed her body against his chest. His lips met her ear as he whispered praising words to her. “Now be good and finish your assignment so I can fuck you to sleep, can you do that for me, baby?” He asked, sliding his hand down her stomach.

Y/N moaned and arched her back before Harry roughly tucked her back against him. “I can feel you so deep in me, Harry,” She breathed out as a layer of sweat formed on her hairline. Maybe it wasn’t such a bright idea to sit on her very attractive boyfriend’s narcisstically large cock.

“Baby, keep saying things like that and I’ll have no choice but to fuck up into you while I hold your legs apart because we both know you can’t keep them open. You love closing them around my waist and my head, don’t you?” Harry chuckled. “Can’t control them when they start shaking and then you get that tight feeling in your tummy, right here?” Harry’s free hand pressed into her abdomen while the other tightened around her neck.

She knew he was awaiting an answer, so she nodded rapidly and squirmed in his hold. “I can’t.”

“I know, baby. That’s why I take care of you so well, don’t I? I keep those legs wide open so I can push my cock all the way into you and stretch those pretty walls so good.” Without meaning to, Harry bucked his hips into her, unable to control the sensation he felt.

“Harry, don’t,” Y/N placed her hands on his thighs.

“I don’t think we’re getting out of this, Y/N,” Harry whispered, slowly thrusting himself into her, whining low ‘fucks’.

Y/N bit her lip, contemplating her decision to get off of her boyfriend and finish her work or let him have her like he knew she wanted.

She glanced at her assignment, a good amount done and waiting to be completed. Y/N felt another slow thrust into her walls and sighed. “Fine, but be quick,” she waved her papers off and leaned back into Harry. A wide smile took over his lips as he nodded at her words.

And with that, Y/N didn’t finish her assignment until 11:47 with only forty seven minutes to do it because Harry had many many rounds in him. Y/N couldn’t feel her legs nor anything between them as she laid spread out on her bed, whimpering incoherent words.

Harry on the other hand was sat on the end of the bed, stroking his red cock, making his girlfriend watch as he thrusted into his hand. His other was playing with her swollen and sensitive clit, making sure she was feeling just as euphoric as himself. Y/N was so numb that she could barely feel his fingers slap, rub, and pinch her aching area.

His mind replayed the many positions he had Y/N in and her body reacting to every sensitive touch on her body. Just the thought of the things he could do to her had his hips moving faster into his hand. His head was thrown back as another long moan left his lips.

Y/N closed her legs, still feeling his cock inside of her, even though she was watching it being beat in her boyfriend’s hand. “Why are your legs closed? Open them,” Harry demanded Y/N with his fingers still playing with her.

“I can’t,” She mumbled while a single tear left the corner of her eye.

“Y/N, open your fucking legs so I can rub your clit.” She was weak and overstimulated, but still wanted more. That feeling right before she came was extraordinary and if only her legs would open again so she could get there. “Baby, what the fuck did I just say?”

“Open my legs,” She whispered, arching her back and squeezing her thighs together from the tone her boyfriend used on her. Like only Harry knew, Y/N wasn’t as quiet and innocent as she seemed.

“So, do it,” Harry growled, slowing his strokes on his cock to focus on Y/N. “Do you need me to do it for you? Either you open them and let me finish playing with your clit nicely or you make me do it myself and I eat you out until you’re coming three more times.”

Y/N whined loudly, “I don’t have three more in me.”

“Then do as I say. Open. Your. Legs.”

With all the leftover strength she had, Y/N moved her feet farther apart to spread her legs and reveal her dripping clit. Harry’s eyes darkened as his fingers went back to their original activity.

“Good girl, Y/N. Such a good fucking girl,” Harry moaned, fastening his strokes on his cock and resting his head against the wall. “Watch me, baby. I’m so close just by looking at your pretty cunt.”

Y/N looked down between her legs at Harry playing with both himself and her area. “I’m close.” Her breath quickened. “Please, Harry.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m always gonna take care of you,” He moaned with his eyes rolling back. His hand quickened and tightened around himself. Y/N whimpered and reached down to hold his wrist for some leverage. Her thighs began to shake as the overwhelming feeling of release crept back to her cunt.

“I’m coming, Harry,” Y/N moaned, digging her feet into her bed as her hips lifted.

“Right on my fingers, baby. I’m going lick you right off of them,” Harry forced himself to watch Y/N reach her peak before he could focus on his own. That was the kind of person Harry was around Y/N. Her release was way more pleasurable to watch than to feel his own.

With another loud moan, Y/N coated Harry’s fingers like he said as she let go. She sighed in relief with her chest moving heavily.

And before she missed it, she quickly lifted her head up to watch Harry snap his hips into his hand sloppily before come shot out of his tip and all over his hand. A deep groan followed as he tried to catch his breath.

His eyes were rested shut before they fluttered open and stared at his spent girlfriend. A wicked smile grew on his lips as he brought his juiced covered fingers to his lips and sucked each clean.

He slipped them out with a satisfied hum, “Delicious.” Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to the wall, right on the edge of sleep. “I’m gonna get a towel to clean us up, okay?” Harry leaned over her body to whisper in her ear. Y/N nodded, patting his chest.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, we should do this again sometime,” He snorted before sliding off her bed into the bathroom.

Uhh heyyyy :)

#harry styles #harrystyles #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #college!harry #harry styles blurb #harry styles au #harry styles one shot

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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The Little Things Part 1 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist All Parts

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Swearing

Synopsis: Y/N is surprised when her classmate Eddie takes interest in her nail art stall. Did he really want his nails done or did he want something more?

Y/N notes: shorter than Eddie

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The school really didn’t do fundraisers enough. Especially considering the amount of shit that goes down in Hawkins. So when they finally announced that they were going to be raising money for the families that lost someone in the Starcourt Mall fire, Y/N was ready.

Students started getting in small groups to plan what activity they would do. Selling cookies and cupcakes, raffle tickets, face painting. Y/N decided on something a little different. She had always gotten compliments on her nails. She liked making simple patterns, adding gemstones or nail stickers. The girls in her classes were very excited when Y/N told them she was doing a nail art stall.

The day had been going well. Y/N had a constant line at her stall as the girls, and some guys lined up. It was getting near the end of the day when Eddie Munson sat down opposite her. The last in the line.

“Eddie?” Y/N said confused.

“Yeah.”

“You want me to do your nails?” Eddie smirked.

“Yeah.” He dropped his change into the charity bucket on the side of the table. Y/N was pleasantly surprised. Most students had a strong dislike of Eddie. He was weird and loud. But there was something about the guy’s energy that kept drawing Y/N in.

They had a couple classes together. In fact they sat next to each other in one of them which meant they had small conversations a couple times a week.

Over the year, Y/N had found that Eddie was quite different to the perception people had of him. For one, he was not scary at all. In fact he was quite jumpy. Y/N had lost count of the amount of times she had lightly tapped him on the shoulder and he had jumped out of his skin. It made her giggle every time.

“Jeez L/N you tryna kill me?”

“I just wanted to borrow your eraser.”

He was full of positive energy. It radiated off him in waves and infected the people around him. Yeah sometimes he took it a step too far but that was never his intention.

In reality, he was just a happy go lucky dork.

“You got a color in mind?” Y/N asked, organising the bottles. Eddie shrugged.

“I’ll let you chose. Go crazy, the fate of my nails are in your hands!” He said dramatically. Y/N chuckled.

“Okay then.” She picked up a pink bottle and began looking through her flowery stickers. The guys who had got their nails done as a joke all picked this stuff. Y/N looked back at Eddie’s hands. She noted the rings he wore. She then noticed he was wearing his club shirt. The logo contained a flaming sword and a flail.

Then Y/N got an idea. Her eyes widened in excitement and she put down the pink bottle and began sifting through the stuff she kept under the table.

“What’s with the sparkle in your eyes L/N? Should I be worried?” Eddie asked with a smile. Y/N pulled out a new pack of nail stickers and smiled back at him.

“Oh you’re gonna love it.” Eddie smiled wider. He loved her passion. He had noticed that Y/N loved organising little things. Her class notes were always neat and color coded. Her make up was simple but always looked good. Her locker had pictures of her friends and doodles arranged in the inside of the door. Whatever she had planned, he knew it was gonna be good.

After cleaning up his cuticles and adding a base, Y/N took a black nail polish and began painting over each nail. She placed her other hand underneath Eddie’s to steady him. Her hand moved more and more under his as she continued.

“You sure you’re not just doing this so you get to hold guys’ hands?” Eddie joked.

“How dare you think I have an ulterior motive Edward.” Y/N joked back. “How do I know you didn’t come here just so I would hold your hand?” Eddie didn’t reply, because she was completely correct. Well that and he just wanted an excuse to talk to her more. You can only say so much during a class where you’re supposed to be quiet. “Besides, I don’t need to trick a guy into holding my hand.”

“True. Very true.” Eddie agreed. He knew Y/N was quite popular. He often saw her hanging out with the athletes and the cheerleaders, many of which seemed interested in her. Yet she remained single, which kept Eddie hopeful.

Y/N finished with the black and began to open the new pack of nail stickers. Eddie watched as she looked through them all and picked out two. She smiled and showed them. A sword and a flail.

“How’d you feel about a Hellfire theme?”

“That is awesome.” Y/N beamed and began peeling the sword. She went to put it on his ring finger but at the last second changed to his middle finger. Eddie quirked an eyebrow.

“I remember how much you like flipping people off. It’ll be more impactful this way. Don’tcha think?” Eddie chuckled.

“You think of everything don’t you L/N?” Y/N shrugged.

“I try.” Y/N finished it off with some flames on the sword and a tiny red gemstone on each pinky finger. “Okay I think you’re done!”

Eddie lifted up his hands and admired the artwork.

“Y/N L/N you are a genius.” Y/N giggled.

“Y/N!” Jason had jogged over to her table. He glared at Eddie. “You okay?”

“Yeah Jason I’m fine thanks.”

“This punk giving you any trouble?”

“No Jason. I’m fine.” Y/N repeated, slightly annoyed.

“I’m on my best behaviour.” Eddie put his hands up innocently. “Y/N was just doing my nails. I think these ones are my favourite, don’t you agree?” He put his middle fingers in Jason’s face. Y/N tried to hide her laughter but to no avail. Jason looked at her shocked.

“Y/N!”

“Oh come on that was funny.” Y/N admitted. Eddie beamed. He loved when he could make her laugh. Jason huffed and walked away. “You gotta stop provoking him though.”

“I’ll stop when he stops.” Eddie stated. Y/N nodded.

“Fair enough.” She stood up. “Well looks like you’re my last customer.” Eddie stood up too.

“Need a hand packing?”

“Uh yeah actually- oh wait isn’t your club starting soon?” Eddie shrugged.

“I can be late. You’re more important.” The two began putting away all of the nail stuff in a box.

“Wow I must be pretty damn important then cause I know how much you love your club.” Y/N chuckled.

“Yeah well you’re one of the only people outside of Hellfire that’ll give me the time of day so…” Y/N stopped.

“I’m sorry. That must suck.” Eddie shrugged.

“You get used to it.”

“Yeah well I wish you didn’t have to get used to it.”

“…thanks.” Y/N picked up the box.

“Do you think you could take the bucket? I gotta drop it off in our math classroom.”

“Yeah sure.”

The pair walked down the hallway to the classroom. Y/N noted the other students giving her weird looks. “Like I said, you get used to it.” Eddie said. “But don’t commit social suicide just for me. It’s not worth it.” He brushed off, putting the bucket down next to the others in the room.

“Social suicide?” Y/N repeated as they head to the exit and out into the parking lot.

“Yeah it’s not worth it.”

“You mean… you’re not worth it?” Eddie paused before answering.

“Yeah.”

“Well I think that decision’s up to me.” Y/N stated. Eddie stopped in the middle of the parking lot. Y/N turned back around. She could see the surprise on his face. “What? You not gonna walk me to my car?” Eddie smiled and jogged to catch up.

He watched as she put her box of nail stuff in her back seat and closed the door. “Thanks for helping me.” She said as she walked to stand in front of him.

“No problem. Anytime.” Y/N looked up and smiled. He smiled back but narrowed his eyes. “What idea is your brain cooking up now L/N?”

“You ever tried eyeliner?”

“What?”

“Eyeliner. On your waterline.” Y/N pointed to her own on her face. “I think it’ll match your whole look.” Eddie smiled.

“You think?” Y/N reached up and pushed Eddie’s hair out his face.

“Yeah.” The pair heard a noise and turned to see some people coming out of the school. They were whispering and giving them dirty looks.

“See?” Eddie sighed. “You don’t wanna be seen with me. Not outside classes.” He took Y/N’s hands and lowered them down from his face.

“Again, Eddie. That’s up to me.” She leaned up and pecked him on the cheek. “I’ll see ya tomorrow yeah? I’ll bring my eyeliner.” She gave him a wink and got in her car.

Eddie watched as she drove away, frozen in place until she was out of site. He placed a hand on his chest and an arm stretched out to where Y/N has gone.

“Oh L/N you are full of surprises.” He walked back into school with a skip in his step.

He couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #reader x Eddie Munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #reader x Steve harrington #steddie #st steddie

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starkwlkr · 11 months

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she’s real! | fabio quartararo

i wanna fight whoever thought it was a good idea to put the valencia gp and the abu dhabi gp on the same day at same time

Fabio never imagined he would find a girlfriend if he was being honest, though he had been thinking about a certain woman. With his busy schedule, a relationship was the last thing on his mind. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have time to do things he enjoyed like attend an f1 race. Tom and him were invited by Mercedes to attend the Monaco Grand Prix.

Before the race started, the two friends were in the Mercedes garage checking out the two cars. Tom was excited to even be in the same garage that Lewis Hamilton was in. But the seven time world champion wasn’t around.

“Look, this one has a Spider-Man sticker.” Tom pointed to the small sticker stuck on the halo of the car.

“I like it. I might start putting stickers on my bike.” Fabio joked.

“It’ll look cute.” A female’s voice said from behind them. They turned around and saw the owner of the car. “Toto’s son, Jack, put it on there. He said it was to give me speed.”

“Cool.” Was all Fabio could say. Tom knew he had a small crush on the woman so it wasn’t a surprise to see Fabio so starstruck by her. “You have a cool car.”

“Thanks.” Y/n replied with a smile and walked away to speak with her engineer.

“That was so painful to witness.” Tom said as Fabio kept staring at her until she was no longer in sight.

“Did you hear her? She said my bike looks cute.” Fabio sighed. “I’m in love, Tom.”

“No, you’re just crazy.”

Crazy? That didn’t stop Fabio from asking Y/n out after the race. He was surprised she even said yes. They arranged a dinner on a day neither of them were busy, which was three weeks away. Both Fabio and Y/n were counting down the days until their date and when it finally arrived, they acted like lovesick teenagers. By the fourth date, Fabio had asked Y/n to be his girlfriend. She, of course, said yes.

Their busy schedules kept them apart, but they managed to keep their relationship working. Their relationship was a secret to everyone but their families. Yes, even Fabio’s best friend, Tom, didn’t know that Fabio had a girlfriend.

“So if I leave right after the race, I can make it.” Y/n spoke to Fabio over the phone. She was in her driver’s room braiding her hair for the race.

“Yeah, okay. My mom misses you already. I think she loves you more than me.” Fabio teased. He was currently in Malaysia while she was in Austin.

“I miss her too.” Y/n replied.

“What about me?”

“Eh.”

“Love you too.” Fabio chuckled. On Fabio’s end, Tom was just about to enter Fabio’s motorhome. Who was making El Diablo laugh? Did he have another best friend?

“Okay, good luck and I love you. Bye.” Fabio ended the call and stuck his phone inside his pocket. Tom entered the motorhome and saw Fabio casually sitting on the small sofa.

“Your mom called?” Tom asked.

“No.”

“Dad?”

“No.”

Tom nodded. “Is there a secret girlfriend or something?” He started chuckling, but it faded when he noticed that Fabio wasn’t denying it. “Are you serious?”

“I was going to tell you, but I wanted you to meet her first. Well, technically you’ve already met her.”

“Who is it?”

“Y/n L/n.” Fabio answered.

“No, really who is it?” Tom asked again.

“I’m telling you. Y/n L/n.”

“April fools already passed, mate, you can stop joking.”

“When she comes to the French gp, it’s going to be satisfying saying ‘I told you so’. Just watch.” Fabio said.

#motogp #motogp x reader #fabioquartararo20 #fabio quartararo x reader #fabio quartararo imagine #motogp imagine #f1 driver!reader #fq20 #el diablo

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sadbreadloaf · 5 months

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december 3rd | park jisung

❆ | pairing : crush!jisung x fem!reader

❆ | genre : fluff, shy jisung trying to give you his sweater

❆ | word count : 1027 (queue sticker by nct 127)

❆ | note : haechan and chenle are mentioned as friends

december was quickly approaching. you and your friends were hanging out at a cafe. the frost was creeping at the edges of the window and you could see soft snowflakes fall from the clouds.

"are you guys excited for december 3rd?" haechan asks, giggling.

"wait whats going on?" jisung asks.

"oh he's talking about that one song... how does it go..." you start but you get interrupted by haechan's singing.

"i still remember the third of december, me in your sweater~"

"okay okay we get it, you know the song" chenle says, rolling his eyes.

you all laugh and continue to talk about something else, but jisung stays a little quieter than usual.

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December 3

December 3 is national give your gf/bf/partner one of your sweaters day :)

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jisung has had a crush on you ever since you met. haechan introduced you guys for the first time and he fell for you so hard. you were friendly and energetic all the time. jisung, on the other hand, was a lot more quiet than you. he had a hard time talking to you. he never thought you had the same feelings for him.

all of his friends could notice his huge crush on you. they always teased him about it when you weren't there. when you two were together, they would always try to push jisung towards you or hint at the idea. you never seemed to catch on.

"our baby jisungie gets so shy~" chenle teases.

"jisung you gotta tell her dude. i can't keep seeing you freeze up and panic every time you talk to her” haechan pleads.

"i can't do it, she’s nothing like me. how am i supposed to confess to her. you said it yourself, i can barely talk to her" jisung explains. he truly thinks he has no chance with you.

"don't say that. i'm sure you'll find the right moment, you just gotta be patient" chenle says.

december 3rd was that moment. he knew it.

that's what i should do, ill give her one of my sweaters, jisung thought. but how is he supposed pull that off. he can barely talk to you without blushing let alone give you his hoodie. he was gonna find a way. he was gonna make you his some way or another.

your friends meet up on the 3rd at a christmas market. you guys planned to walk around a bit and buy some gifts for your families. jisung had plans of his own.

"jisung, why do you have such a big bag, what do you have in there-?" chenle asks.

"o-oh it’s nothing, don't worry about it"

"imagine it's a sweater" haechan teases.

"what? how did you- i mean, i don't know what you're talking about"

haechan and chenle locked eyes. they knew exactly what he was talking about.

"heyyy jisung why don't you go see what y/n is up to" haechan pushes jisung towards you subtly.

"wait what no, what are you guys doing-"

as you were looking at the handmade ornaments, you felt a soft bump on your back. you look back to see panicked jisung and haechan and chenle running away laughing.

"oh hi jisung! there you are, i was just thinking about you."

"oh me...?"

"of course you, here wait, look at this pretty ornament, should i get this for my mom?"

"actually i wanted to talk to you about something, can we walk for a bit?"

"yeah of course!"

you start walking down the park. it’s snowing again. you looks over at jisung, his cheeks were flushed with a light shade of pink and small snowflakes were scattered across his hair. you could see him trembling, but you assumed it was because of the cold.

"so… it’s december 3rd," jisung was so nervous. his hands were trembling and his voice was shakey. i can’t believe i’m doing this.

"yeah it is! christmas is upon us!”

"yup." what kind of response was that?? c’mon park jisung, keep it together.

you could feel the tension in the air. he never comes and talks to you alone. he had something planned, didn't he?

you stop walking and turn towards him. you look up. he was avoiding eye contact. he couldn’t say anything. he could only stand there.

"so, what did you want to tell me"

"oh uh well, y'know how it's december 3rd and uhm, i searched about the date online and saw you had to give your sweater to your partner and well uhm..."

"sungie... are you about to give me a sweater?"

"how could you tell...?" jisung has never felt so warm in the winter air.

"well, you've been a lot more shy around me lately, the avoiding eye contact, your quiet voice, and how could i not notice all the teasing from haechan and chenle" you laugh. jisung tried to cover his face in embarrassment, but you pulled them away. "you're so cute jisung, how could i not like you"

jisung finally made eye contact with you. he couldn't believe what he heard. you loved him too, just like he loved you. he couldn't help but stare and smile.

"sungie, the sweater," you giggle.

"oh right, sorry"

he pulls out a soft black hoodie. you recognized it. it was his favourite sweater.

"it took me so long to pick a sweater for you. i didn't know what you liked"

"if it's from you, then it's perfect."

you take off your jacket and immediately pull the hoodie over your head to put it on. the hoodie dropped down past your waist and the sleeves hung past your hands. it smelled like him, his love.

"you look so pretty..." jisung says without any hesitation.

you laugh, "thank you jisung"

jisung pulls you into a hug, his hands wrapped around your waist. you can feel all his love for you that has been kept inside him drain from his body into yours. he pulls away from you a little and presses his forehead on yours.

"no, thank you."

in the back, you can hear faint cheering from chenle and haechan.

"wah our jisungie is no longer a baby~!"

"oh shut up!"

a/n : first longer fic!! didnt think i would be able to do it but here i am lolz. also, im totally not wishing i get a sweater :D (someone give me one plz).

#nct #nct dream #nct dream imagine #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #park jisung #park jisung fluff #park jisung imagines #nct jisung #Spotify

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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you should totally write another enemies to lovers w ethan but like fem!reader and him get paired into a project we’re they have to take care of an egg together as if it were a baby? (like those cheesy movies LMFAO) and maybe they constantly argue about it and even try to convince their teacher to get paired into different groups but they’re forced to work together. then one night, reader has been taking care of the egg all day, she decides to go to ethan’s apartment but as soon as she leaves her apartment building she gets a call from ethan!gf (to mess w her) and at that point she’s just running to ethan’s apartment and yeah you can do the rest.

description. you're paired with ethan landry for a silly, 2000s-esque 'baby project', forced to reckon with the troubles of parenthood, and your inconsiderate feelings towards the brown haired boy.

includes. GN!reader, allusions to sex but no smut, reader curses a lot, chad's here :D

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: im so sorry it took me so long to write this but its here now :) also i changed this a bit just bc here we have the fake babies that cry and stuff and it adds drama yk and this was not supposed to be this long but enjoy nonetheless (also x2 this isn't proofread at all and it's written like an extended blurb)

anytime you said your life "was a movie" you were never serious. which is because before ending up in this class, life for you was nothing but usual teenage and young adult endeavors; parties, hanging out, spending entirely too much money.

but now, your life literally is a movie. an early 2000s movie that the production shouldn't have greenlit because it desperately flopped in the theatres and digital release, only to become a cult classic 20 years later.

however, you're stuck in that flopping at box office point, coming in the form of being assigned a project where you had to take care of an egg, then a fake baby, in a class you shouldn't have been in in the first place, and being paired with ethan landry out of all people.

you don't have anything against ethan per se, but you don't like him either. on a scale of dislike, neutral, and like, you're in the lower end of neutral with your feelings towards ethan.

he wasn't a horrible guy, but he just reminded you of the guys back home. the ones that were always unnecessarily rude and help "opinions" that were really just hate speech waiting to be turned into hate crimes. and sure, he hadn't done anything in particular to be compared to those people, but you're better off being safe than sorry.

you're sitting across from him now, a brown egg sitting between you two, and your eyes switching from glaring at the egg to glaring at ethan.

"so ... how do you wanna do the schedule?" ethan asks, fiddling with the sticker on his smoothie cup.

your glare intensifies and you sit back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. "i want you to know that i don't wanna do this with you."

ethan looks slightly shocked by your blunt statement, which infuriates you more. and then he says, "...okay?" like he doesn't care. asshole.

you decide to be the bigger person, taking a deep breath before you continue speaking. "okay."

it's silent for a few moments. "now that we have that cleared up, how do you wanna do the schedule?"

you and ethan decide on who should take care of the egg-baby for the first week, until you upgrade to a fake baby. that night when you go home, you send an email that is a mix between begging and demanding your professor to switch your partner.

the week was fine. it could've been better if your professor switched your partner, and if you didn't have to communicate with ethan landry more than you would have ever wanted to. but apparently, people can't always get what they want.

by the first class the following week, 3 groups have broken their egg and failed the first half of the assignment. you sit and listen to your professor lecture each and every one of you about the importance of good child care, and how taking care of the egg was the easy part. as she hands out doll babies in a carrier, and understand how lifelike the not-toy is, you start to realize just how much harder this is going to be.

"who would've known blackmore had this sort of money." chad marvels at the doll in the stroller. he has his hands on his bent knees, his brown eyes shifting to notice every detail about the doll in the stroller.

"it fucking knows how much time each of us spends with it, chad," you complain through a mouthful of burrito bowl contents. you have a little time alone since ethan had class, so you took the time to take yourself, and amelia/janice (you and ethan couldn't agree on a name) to the dining hall for lunch with chad.

"just spend time with ethan. i do it everyday."

your eyes roll so hard that you have to pause and hold a hand to your head. "easier said than done."

chad laughs a bit, sitting down in the seat across from you once again and starting to dig into his own burrito bowl.

"what's your problem with him anyway?"

"oh don't even get me started–" but he did get you started. you detail all of the things that deems ethan to be insufferable in your eyes. his abercrombie model body, his nerdy persona, his "well actually" moments, his need to correct everyone, the way he seems like he actually hates tara and sam, his not-so-subtle superiority complex. chad stops you whenever you start to mention his hair.

"just sounds to me like you're hiding your true feelings behind anger."

you don't have a response, instead opting to check your email to see your professor sending a third denial to switch partners.

you're thinking of a way you can convince her whenever ethan texts you.

'my shift? '

"gotta go," you tell chad, sliding him your tray to dispose of with a grin, feeding him an excuse about being a "busy parent now" whenever he tries to argue.

okay, truth be told, ethan landry wasn't that bad. he offered to take up shifts whenever you even alluded to being stressed about other things, he offered to buy you meals in return for watching amelia/janice for an extra half hour. he seemed like he both cared about passing this project, and you.

"just so you know, i also tried to switch partners," ethan admits with just a hint of shame in his voice, and a light pink tint to his cheeks. but you don't know if that's from his confession or the alcohol in his system.

it's the end to another grueling week taking care of amelia (ethan let janice go) and you decided to celebrate by opening a bottle of wine. you were feeling oddly good that whole week, so whenever ethan came over to drop amelia off, you invited him in for a drink.

which turned into two. which turned into a late night kitchen makeout session.

the alcohol was obviously hindering your thinking abilities because not only were you pressing ethan landry back against your counter with your body and letting his hands roam all over your figure while he kissed you, you also pulled back and stared at him wildly to ask, "wait, amelia's down for the night right?"

ethan smiles big, playing along, "yeah, she's down for the night".

his hands find the end of your shirt and the slide underneath to feel the warmth of your skin. your room was occupied by your daughter, but your roommates were out for the night and the couch was available.

you let ethan lead you there and decide that yeah, ethan landry isn't that bad.

this, is the climactic point in the film. it's so cliché that you can predict the next moments, and you don't like them.

you were walking from your apartment to ethan's, preparing to drop amelia off for ethan to take care of now that he was out of econ. you've done this same walk safely many times before, so you weren't worried about yourself at all. you had your headphones on, playing music at a low volume just in case, and there were only a few minutes left in your walk. when your phone rang, you didn't think much of it. you answered it without checking your phone, a chirpy "hello?" being your greeting.

the voice on the other hand was unrecognizable. "hello." he said it like a statement, not a question, as if he had an upper hand.

"who is this?"

"i'm ... an admirer."

a chill runs through your body and you quicken your pace. "okay? what's your name?" you're looking around, searching for people on the street to witness something just in case. but there's only 2 to 3 people walking at this late hour. what are the fucking odds.

"i go by many names. some people call me the boogey man, others their worst nightmare." he speaks slowly, methodically, with a smooth tone, a direct contrast from the fast shakiness in your voice.

"oh, yeah? why do they call you that?"

"because ... i'm known for gutting people like a fish."

you don't say anything, going to reach for your phone and hangup instead. which, you do. you hand shakes as you go to call ethan instead, but before you can click on his contact you're getting a call from him.

"ethan? thank god, i was just about to call you. some fucking weirdo called me and he was freaking me the fuck out but i'm almost at your pla–"

"you think i'm a weirdo?" the same voice.

you glance down at ethan's contact, blinking, making sure you didn't read it wrong. but it's right.

"... ethan?" you ask softly, your heart thudding intensely behind your chest.

"yes?"

"is that you?"

"uh-huh."

fucking asshole.

"you fucking asshole." the entrance to ethan's apartment building is in sight now, as is the boy himself, standing in front of the building with his phone held in one hand, and a white object in the other. the closer you get, the bigger his smile gets, and the narrower your glare gets.

you stop in front of him, shoving the stroller into his foot and pushing at his chest for good measure. "you fucking asshole!" you repeat, as if he hadn't heard you the first time.

ethan laughs, he cackles, like he just told the best joke in history. the dial tone of ethan ending the call is barely heard over the blood rushing in your ears.

"c'mon, babe," ethan tilts his head as he pockets his phone and the white object. his hands reach for you, and you flinch away the first time, but the second time you let him rest his hands on your waist and pull you into him. he places a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"i fucking hate you." there's no bite behind your bark.

"yet you decided to have a baby with me."

stupid fucking assignment.

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Tired eyes are the death of me

Little freak part 2

in which Autumn likes her twin brother's best friend, and maybe he likes her too...

[Warning- Angst (are we even surprised at this point?), Smut🤭, Making out, dry humping, thigh riding, handjob, asshole Harry as always, insecurities, depression]

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

*****

Schools have the most depressing hallways after hospitals. The bright walls and lines and lines of lockers with kids roaming around talking, pretending to be happy but inside everyone was dealing with some shit.

The bright lights and walls did nothing but give you headaches.

You walked down the hallway, your locker being the last one in the corner. At least your locker didn't look depressing. It had a bunch of marvel and Harry Potter stickers, giving you the typical image of "the nerd."

You took out the books for your class when you heard that distinct laugh. His laugh specifically. Peeking from the corner, you saw Harry with his friends except your brother standing in a group talking.

"What about Autumn?" You hear a boy ask. Your ears perk up hearing your name. You saw the boy smirk while Harry's face contorted into something borderline disgust.

"Ohh, she got nice ass." Another boy said who you didn't recognize. Your face mimicked Harry's and contorted into disgust. You wanted to puke your guts out.

"She's Asher's annoying little sister," Harry says before anyone can add anything to it, making your heart sink.

"I heard my name." Your brother sing songs walking towards the group.

"Eric was saying your sister has a nice ass." The first boy spoke, "You wanted to take her to the dance! You brought her up!" The second guy who you know now as Eric said.

Your brother's face changed colors so fast it would put chameleon to shame. He went from shocked to disgust to angry. Looking at his face, you could tell he was about to lurch onto both of them.

"Asher!" You walked towards the group of boys ignoring Harry. Asher's attention was brought to you, and he walked towards you but not without glaring at both boys and giving their shoulders intentional shove.

Asher wrapped his arm around your shoulder and started walking towards your class, "How many times I have told you to just text me, and I will come to you. I don't want you around them, and it's last time I'm telling you this, " Asher said sternly.

"Yeah Yeah, macho man always there to save me. They're not going to eat me alive" You said stopping in front of your class.

Asher turned and looked at you, his eyes hard, "Yes they will. Just do as I say, Autty. I will buy you ice cream on way back home." He sighed.

"I'm not a child." You rolled your eyes at him, "I want chocolate one, though." Asher laughed and walked towards his own class. Harry was behind him, walking towards the same class as yours. He gave Asher a wave and looked at you, and smiled.

You ignored him and walked inside.

*****

Turns out Harry is a very hard person to ignore, especially when you're consciously trying to ignore him.

It also doesn't help that he was sitting in the line of your vision. Every time you looked up towards the teacher, the back of his beautiful curly hair would be in your way.

The whole day went by like this. You never realized how many classes you two had together, mostly cause you were just happy that you got more time to stare at him, but it was torture.

It was English AP class, his seat was right next to you, and you wanted to die. He was far yet so close for you to smell his cologne, the musky earthy smell, like soil after rain.

He was green afterall.

You sat through the whole class like Edward in Twilight movie when he first smelled Bella. But the end was the worst.

"I'm passing out the assignments, and whoever is sitting beside will be your partner," Mrs. Willson said to the whole class. Everyone started mingling reading their respective assignments.

You looked at your other side where some blonde was sitting, but she had already mingled with someone else. Sighing, you turned to Harry on your other side. He was looking at you with monotone expression. You looked him in the eyes, and he sighed and stood up. "We will do this over the weekend," He said.

You thought he would leave after that, but he extended his hand toward you. You went stiff like a statue, looking up at him with wide eyes, then he took out a small piece of paper from your hair and left.

He will be the death of you.

*****

Research says lonely people take hot showers to replicate the warmth of the body they miss, and to some extent, you thought it was true considering the water you just took shower from fogged up the whole bathroom.

You went on with your usual routine, trying not to think about the day at school or that there is a mirror behind. The temptation to look was real, but you were not giving in. Not today.

You put on a tank top and loose shorts forgoing bra cause it was hot as Satan's ass and you just took a hot shower on top of that.

You walked outside calmly, taking your hair out of the towel. Just as you look up after removing the towel from your head, you see a figure sitting near your window and almost scream before they shush you.

They stood up and walked towards you, the moonlight hit his face and you saw Harry smirking cockily.

"What the fuck? What is this some kind of new prank you and Asher are pulling on me now?" You whisper yell at him cause it was late and quiet, and you didn't want to wake up your mum.

"Asher doesn't know I'm here." He shrugs and stands a step away from you. The moonlight was hitting his back, making his face glow in soft light, his hard features looking soft and playful. The green in his eyes was yet so visible in your darkened room that it knocked out all the breath in you.

Asher's annoying little sister

You took a small step back, keeping your guards up. "Then why are you here?" You turned around towards the shelf, holding all your creams and stuff. You took out body moisturizer and started putting it all over your hands, waiting for him to reply.

"We have project together," He said, making you laugh.

"And you think" You looked at the clock, "11 in the night is the right time to do it?" You turned around and raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"No, I just wanted to remind you," He said, moving closer. You took a step back, looking up at him in the eyes, your heart beating out of your chest, "You ignored me whole day." He spoke again with his eyes flicking between your then staying at your left one.

"Yeah well who cares?" you whispered, annoyed by his hot and cold behavior, "I'm just Asher's annoying little sister." You threw his own words back at him. For a second, he looked taken back, but it was gone in a moment and was replaced with a glint, like he was enjoying all of this.

He took a step towards you again, and you took a step back. Your back met the wal, and you breathed out a shaky breath. He was so close to you, the closest he has ever been. His chest was almost touching yours. You could feel his breath on your face and smell the same cologne that haunts you.

Harry brought his hand up to cup the left side of your face, and you melted in it like an ice. The warmth of his hand and the way it was almost swallowing your whole face made you whimper.

"You're annoying" He whispered, "Very fucking annoying" He dipped his head down so it was same level as you, "So fucking annoying you won't leave my head" He exhaled shakily like you.

You were looking him straight in the eye. The shock was drowned by the look of hunger in his eyes and the way your thighs were sticking together from your arousal.

You dared to remove your eyes from his face and look down on his lips. You looked back up quickly, feeling embarrassed, but you didn't have time to think cause soon his lips were on yours and you were trying to breathe properly.

His lips were soft, what started as a frantic mess of lips turned into soft, slow dance of tongues. His grip tightened on your jaw as the time went by while yours gripped his shoulders in need.

He pulled back, resting his head on your. Both of you were out of breath, panting with eyes closed. Harry opened his eyes first looking at you, and as soon as you opened your eyes too, his was picking you up and walking towards your bed. He sat at the edge of bed, and you, in his lap, you could feel the hardness near your thigh, which made you more needy than before.

You pushed your every thought and insecurities deep in and did what your heart (pussy) said.

His lips met yours again, much needier than before. You didn't even realize you were grinding on him before he let out a groan. You stopped for a second, realizing what you had done, so you did it again. The hard fabric of his jeans felt amazing over your covered clit.

Both of you were sweating and panting but not daring to break the kiss. Your head started feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the shivers running up from the core.

His lips went south to my neck, and I titled it sideways to give him more excess. His hands were now on my hips, guiding me as I rolled them.

He stops abruptly and pulls back, looking at me with swollen parted lips wet with saliva. You could see his pupils blown black even in dark, and it made you shiver in excitement.

You looked down at him with the same expression, your bottom lip caught under your teeth in anticipation. There, he was sitting in your room on your bed with you on his lap, making out. You were making out with your childhood crush! It felt like a fever dream.

"Fuck" He curses, his hand sliding up from your hips to straps of your top. You freezed at that. Although the thought was very arousing, it was scary. You haven't been with anyone ever. Hell, you even had your first kiss with Harry when you kissed him out of nowhere the other day.

Harry caught onto your inner turmoil, and his face softened a bit. You tried to relax your muscles so you won't feel so exposed in front of him but you couldn't do anything.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked, his voice not going anywhere above a soft whisper. You gave him a nod, your fingers playing with his t-shirt's neck.

"Can we leave the top on?" You asked shyly. Here you were sitting in front of the coolest boy in the whole school feeling shy to take off your clothes. Maybe that was why you never told him he was your first everything but somehwere he knew.

He smiled and pulled you closer, "Jesus christ I thought I did something wrong" He shook his head and pecked your dip of throat, "Ofcourse we can" he said and went back to kissing your neck and collarbones. He didn't leave any marks knowing you had school and then your brother, but he couldn't stop himself from sucking particularly hard at the spot on the curve of your neck when you rolled your hips again.

He pulled back his lips after some time and feathered a few in front of your throat while you kept rolling your hips. He was going crazy and the clothing between was driving him mad. He gripped your hips to stop you, which made yoh whine, and he almost came in his pants.

"Get up for a sec, Autty." He panted out, seeming to never be able to catch his breath.

You scarmbled back with confused and scared expression, "Omg, did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry, Har I-" He cut you off by pulling you against his lips again.

"You talk a lot" He rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face. Harry, while keeping his eyes on you scooted and pulled down his sweatpants. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets when you saw his toned thighs with a tiger tattooed on it. You knew he had tattoos after seeing him in tanktops and shirtless if you were lucky.

Now he was here on your bed only left in his boxers with a very noticeable buldge. Life is wild.

You licked your lips and looked up at Harry through your lashes. He had a cocky smirk on his face, obviously feeling flattered by your staring.

"C'mere" He motioned with his fingers, you took shy steps forward not really knowing what he had in mind but you couldn't complain about it. When you were close enough he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your shorts.

"Can I?" He asked. You bit down on your lips as your eyes flicked between his thighs and then towards yours. The room was dark, so there was no way he would be able to see you properly unless he fixates on it.

You gave him a nod and a breathy 'yes'. He pulled your shorts down along with your granny panties softly and threw them somewhere in the room. His fingers running up your leg caused goosebumps to arise, and you shuddered.

He pulled you down, so you were straddling him again, but then he shifted, so you were straddling only one of his thighs.

"Go on baby, move those hips, take what you want," he said near your ear. You moaned, hearing his crude words, his teeth biting your ear lope, then small nips down the side of your neck. You started rolling your hips again. The lack of clothing made the sensation ten times better.

"Fuck you're so wet" Harry graoned at the feeling of your slick wet centre against his thigh. His hand went from your arm to your lower back, pulling you more towards him. You kept rolling your hips the pressure against your clit feeling euphoric.

Your head fell on his collarbone, panting against his chest while he kept his lips on your neck or anywhere he could. You opened your eyes and saw the uncomfortable bludge in his pants. The snug boxers did nothing to hide the small wet mark that was growing.

You chewed on your lips, thinking if you should go for it or not. You didn't know what to do and how to do anything, but you had watched porn and read smut. It had to help somehow. How much bad it can be?

You pulled back a bit and looked at Harry. Sitting on his thigh made both of you at the same level. You kept your eyes on his when you slid your right hand from his shoulder downwards. Harry's eyes widened when he realized what you were doing, but he didn't stop you, so you kept going.

You felt unsure, and surely your inexperienced touch was showing that. You felt his abdomen twitch a bit on your touch. You always wanted to feel his abs all the workout and basketball practice he does shows on his body. You cupped your hand against his clothed cock and applied good pressure with heel of your palm.

Harry bit down on his lower lip to mute down the moan, leaving his lips. Your brother was just next door, and neither of you want to take any risk. You kept your hand there applying pressure from time to time.

"Fuck-" He breaths out, his hand holding your wrist and removing it from his crotch. You look at him confused until he picks you up with your thighs a bit and says, "Slide it down a bit, babe."

Your hands are immediately on his waist. You still feeling unsure pulled his pants down. His length bobbed up and slapped on his lower tummy. When the pants were down to his knees, he groaned and put you back down on his thigh harshly, causing you to whimper.

He brings back his lips to yours, and you start rolling your hips again. The warmth in your core increased as the time went by, and so did your breathy moans and whimpers. Harry took this opportunity and slid his tongue inside, tasting every corner of your mouth.

You in the moment of bravery took his cock in your hand and start moving up and down and now it was his turn to moan. You were still very scared of hurting him, so you kept your touch light, but apparently, it wasn't enough.

Harry pulled back and looked down to where you were getting off on his thigh, covering it in your arousal and then to where your hand was moving up and down on his dick. "Stop torturing me, babe," He whines, throwing his head back.

You look at him confused, not knowing what he was talking about. Were you taking too long to get off? were you not doing it properly? Did he not want it now? Before you could question yourself more, he looked back at you and put his hand around yours on his length, applying more pressure.

The moan he let out was the most pornographic one you have heard. Scared someone will hear him your hand flew to his mouth covering it but that only made him moan louder.

"Har, you're going to get us caught," you whisper yelled, your own orgasm was approaching quickly, and the way Harry was twitching in your hand indicated that maybe he was close too.

"Shit- Sorry" He said against your hand. You removed his when he calmed a bit. His eyes were heavy and droopy, and so were yours, you were sure.

"Go on baby, cum for me," Harry said against your ear sensually. He started leaving kisses down your neck again, moaning against them as his own orgasm overcame him. One more roll of your hip and warmth spread all throughout your body. Harry kissed your lips to swallow all your noises.

Your hand went limp on his length, but he didn't care. When he pulled back a bit and saw you still rolling your hips to prolonging your orgasm while your eyes were closed your head tilted all the way back and a warm glow on your face he came all over his tshirt without any assistance.

Harry's release covered your whole hand and ruined his shirt while you covered his thigh with yours. Your head fell on his chest while Harry fell back on your bed. Both of you didn't have the energy to do anything.

After some time, Harry looked down at you, hoping you didn't fall asleep on his chest covered in mess. You looked up with big tired eyes shining in moonlight.

"C'mon, let's get cleaned up," He said. You sat up and he tired on to think too much about how you were almost straddling his cock and how slick your core felt or how your tits were almost slipping out of your thin strapped top but it was too late. You gasped when you felt him harden against your inner thigh.

His face was flushed with embarrassment when you realized yours went too. You carefully got off from above him. Your legs were feeling wobbly, so you held the end of the bed frame to balance.

"God you will be the death of me" He groaned and you looked at him confused until you looked down and saw him half hard again and then you saw yourself and how he could fully see your boobs from the top.

You giggled feeling sudden confidence from having so much power over him by just being there. You always thought of your body negatively and treated it negatively but now seeing him like this gave you sense of confidence and power.

"Want to take a shower?" You suggested, and Harry didn't need to be told twice as he picked you up and led to the bathroom.

*****

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for the steve zombie au requests 🙏🏼 how about the first night when they finally get their own place at the college? ily

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"My arms are crying," you say.

"Keep moving," Steve demands. "It's only another minute."

"I'm spoiled, Steve, you know this."

Steve is doing most of the work, dragging your double mattress through the series of doors that lead from the first wing of Little Hawkins to the second, where you and Steve have finally been given a room after sharing with Robin for two weeks and three days. You regret your happiness — Robin has proved to be exactly the kind of person worth walking the earth for. She's funny and zesty and a secret sweetheart. She's a lot like Steve, minus his moods.

Steve trusts her implicitly. You do not. You haven't slept properly in the days you've shared a room with her, and everyone can tell. It's why Steve isn't actually mad at your half-hearted pushing.

When your new front door is in view you stop pushing. Steve sighs and heaves it to the door jam. He turns to look at you as he finishes, wiping his hands together. You give the mattress a weak kick.

Steve, despite the image he projects, feels very sorry for you in that moment. You can see it in the soft wrinkle between his thick brows, and the immediacy with which he extends his hands.

"Celebratory hug," he says, kissing your temple quickly as he pats your back.

His hugs are two extremes. Swift and friendly or languid and long. This hug is the former, and you'd wanted the latter.

"Where's the key?"

You dig in your pocket for the key. There's a piece of white tape wrapped around the head with the apartment number and a sticker on the teeth, where you assume Jeremy, the communities co-leader, to have written your name in marker.

"See this?" you ask, brandishing the sticker at him with a peppy smile. "Know what that means? This is my room, Harrington. You're just sharing."

"Yeah?"

You don't like the sound of that.

He takes a step toward you as you take a retroactive one back, and your foot scags on the curved corner of the mattress. Steve throws his hand out to make sure you don't fall, and you grab his arm in turn, key digging into his forearm.

"For me? You shouldn't have," he says, pleased.

You roll your eyes and fork over the key. Steve opens the door, and everything feels much less scary, because he waits for you to take his hand before he walks inside. It's a very small room, meant for one person, and the bed frame is a single — your mattress won't fit.

"Oh," you say with a laugh.

"Don't worry, I asked Hopper about it, he said there's some crates behind the town hall."

"The town hall," you say. He's already using all the terminology, like he's been here for months.

"We can clear out the frame." He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb unconsciously. "We'll keep the desk though?"

"For what?"

"For stuff. We can have stuff. Books and clothes and stuff."

"Stuff."

He steps in front of you and turns, forcing you to meet his eyes. He watches you watch him, and he rubs under your eyelashes with a careful fingertip.

"Sit down, baby."

You feel strangely like crying. The soft but ordinate tone he uses with you in moments like this is shocking, the memory of his recent I love you thrumming at the front of your head. He loves you. You can feel it.

You sit down in a puddle of dust on top of the desk. It holds your weight no problem, only creaking quietly when you start to slouch in on yourself, cheek pressed to the side of one of the storage cupboards above it. It's cold, and it smells like a holiday home, or a hotel.

Steve lifts the bed frame all by himself, the muscles of his back bulging and shifting underneath his shirt. He peels it off and you rouse from your dozing to whistle, delighted by his scandalised face and the follow up smirk. He flexes his bicep and you laugh softly.

"Oh wow," you drawl, meaning it one hundred percent.

"Right?"

"Very impressive, Stevie. You've always been a loveboat, you know?"

"Tell me more."

He pushes the bed frame out into the hallway. You wait for him to appear again, though the mattress comes first, Steve pushing it inside your room like it doesn't weigh a thing. It is, admittedly, very hot.

"Even when we didn't like each other, I thought you were handsome. Hot," you admit.

He pushes the mattress down. It lands with a puff of dust so thick you both wince and lean back. The dust settles, and Steve sidles into the space between your legs, shirtless and a little bit sweaty, a smile on his pretty mouth.

"I've always thought you were pretty, but not so much anymore." You flinch as a pit opens in your stomach, alarmed and hurt that he would say that you. Steve takes your face into his hand, and he tilts his head to the side and says, "These days I think you're beautiful. Capital B."

"Smaller pause next time."

The tips of your noses kiss. He doesn't close his eyes, so you keep yours open.

"You get prettier every day. I feel real lucky that I get to see it." His smile turns bashful, the facade of his confidence fading away. "I can't believe we're here, and I know everything is different, and that it's been hard. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," you say, eyebrows pinching together.

"I want you to be happy," he says.

You pull his face closer to yours, impossibly closer, not an inch of room between you. "I am."

"I want you to sleep," he says knowingly.

You grin, and kiss him blindly, missing his lips a little. He's gracious enough to correct you, and to return it with an adoring ferocity.

You push him away so he can see your smile.

"I'll sleep just as soon as my boyfriend makes the bed."

Steve looks electrified with purpose. "I'm gonna make our bed so well," he promises. "Gonna make that shit into a sport. If they ever throw an Olympics again, they'll add a bed making category, and I'll win the gold for you, babe."

Our bed. Despite your worries, your impulsive fears, and your propensity for suspicion, you have to admit it: 'our bed' sounds pretty damn good.

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington fic

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first list here.

round two i guess. i finally read 30 pages of a real physical book last night. progress? possibly. it felt right that while working on this "nothing's gonna stop us now" started playing. thinking about making this a wednesday thing. still trying to do a mix of new and old fics, even though it's all new to me. and much like alex claremont-diaz, this has been a mouthful. if you want me to tag you in any lists going forward, let me know!

Will You Brie Mine? by chamel

Today, as Henry tells him all about the Manchego, Alex tries his best to listen and not fixate on the mole next to the corner of Henry’s mouth or the way his shoulders strain the seams of his white uniform shirt. It’s not a particularly easy task for him, in all honesty. “Would you care for a sample?” Henry asks, as if Alex has ever said no to him. “I’d love one,” Alex tells him instead of saying I’d like to sample you. (Or, Henry sells cheese and Alex is somehow his best customer. It's not really about the cheese.)

take me out and take me home by coffeecatsme

“Shh.” Alex presses a finger over Henry’s lips. Their corners twitch, as if Henry’s desperately fighting a smile. “This is our house, baby. We gotta make it our own." Soon after Ellen's election, Henry and Alex move into a brownstone in New York. This is a story of how they make it home.

i still love you more than i should say by tkstrand

It’s been three months since Alex started working for Bankston & Shrivastava Associates, and he’s starting to think that his tiny crush on his coworker may not actually be that small. NYU School of Law may have helped him pass the bar, but it certainly didn’t prepare him for everything that is Henry fucking Fox. What makes it worse, though, is that Alex can’t do a fucking thing about it. No matter how much banter they swap, how many times he makes Henry blush in a day, it doesn’t matter. Alex can’t do anything, because Henry already has a boyfriend. Or, where a slight miscommunication leads Alex to believe that David is Henry's boyfriend.

and that's the way i loved you by HypnosTheory

Alex sighs, tilting his head back and sinking low in his chair. “What if I scare him off? He’s got a pretty big thing about commitment-” “He eats the same thing for breakfast and he wears a ring with his own initials every day,” Nora says, lifting her head up just enough to glare at Alex. “He doesn’t have commitment issues, he’s just a slut. Tell him you want him to be your slut. For the love of all that is holy.” -- Alex accidentally fell hopelessly in love with his roommate and fuck buddy Henry. He tries to plan the perfect confession, but when have any of Alex’s plots worked perfectly?

Baby, You're Gonna Lose Your Own Game by affectionatelyrs

Alex thinks he understands why people get stupid, impulsive tattoos like their ex’s name now if the sudden urge to etch the word darling onto his hip in permanent ink is anything to go by. So, yeah, Alex supposes. Henry may still be maddening, but his mouth? His voice? Maybe it was always hot, actually, and the irritation he previously felt was just thinly veiled complete and utter attraction. That would check out. Hate has always been a multifaceted word, after all. - Or, Alex decides that he wants to fuck the British out of Henry while watching him speak at a gala

flatline by rizcriz

Alex gets the call at 7:57am. It’s from an unknown number, so he answers it with an accent on his tongue and laughter in his throat, ready to troll the scammer for all they’re worth. But the voice on the other side of the line is serious, solemn, when she asks, “Is this, I apologize, all I’ve been given are initials, AGCD?” He frowns, turning away from the coffee shop he’d been about to enter. “Who’s asking?” There’s a moment of hesitation on the other end. “There’s been an incident. On the individual's phone, there’s a sticker. It says, if found, return to AGCD, alongside this phone number. Does it sound familiar?” Alex freezes in the middle of the sidewalk. “What kind of incident?” -- Or, Henry's been in an accident.

craigslist cutie (please don't go) by matherine

Here’s the thing. Alex is simultaneously very, very smart and very, very stupid. Nora calls it the Claremont-Diaz Paradox, and every time she does, June sticks out her tongue like she’s about twelve years old, and then Nora makes a comment about what she would rather June be doing with her tongue, and – okay. Off track. Not relevant to Alex’s current predicament, which is perhaps the most damning example of the Claremont-Diaz Paradox. Alex got himself into NYU Law with flying colors and LSAT scores in the 99th percentile, worked his ass off for three years, and graduated with honors and a crippling caffeine addiction. And then, because he is an idiot, he decided to take his JD, his potential, and his mountain of student loans to his brand-new job as a public defender. Unfortunately, being a public defender pays about as much as working at a Hot Topic. Which means that Alex really needs a roommate. Like, pronto. STAT. ASAP. He’s not sure who’s desperate enough to move into the other room in his beautiful, probably-not-bedbug-infested 700 square feet of Hell’s Kitchen, but he really fucking needs to find somebody. Craigslist is a last resort, but it does bring him Henry.

Professional Rivalry by clottedcreamfudge

"Decided to take the afternoon off to bump into pedestrians?" Alex asks as he gets to his feet, brushing off his chinos and pushing his glasses back onto his face where they've started to slide down his nose. "Shouldn't you be off somewhere writing about men in passionate embraces?" Henry regards him coolly over the armful of papers he's managed to retain complete control of, somehow, and Alex notices vaguely that he's got a smudge of ink just below his jaw. "Shouldn't you be taking a 1L lecture in," Henry pauses, looking at his watch, "less than five minutes?" "Fuck," Alex says again. "Fucking shit." Then he turns around and leaves Henry to bump into more people, probably, since that seems to be his only fucking agenda for the day. *** Professor Alex Claremont-Diaz despises Professor Henry Fox, so naturally they get roomed together at a conference. Alex is fine.

take a step, step again by iphigenias

This is not the first time. The first time, Alex left for class early, left Henry in their bed in Brooklyn with a kiss pressed to the exposed skin behind his ear. He didn’t hear from Henry all day. When he got home that night, Henry wasn’t in the kitchen, or on the sofa watching Bake Off, and he didn’t answer when Alex called. He was still lying in bed, and flinched, when Alex reached out to touch him.

mess me up (no one does it better) by extasiswings

Sometimes, Alex gets stuck in his own head. And for twenty-two years he doesn’t think there’s anything to be done other than to just go with it, ride out the frenetic energy until he’s fixed whatever needs fixing, or until the situation is over, whichever comes first. If he can just control everything, it’s fine. He likes being in control, he’s good at it, he’s fine. It’s just how things have always been. Until Henry.

five times henry's competency turned alex on and one time it turned him into a pile of romantic goo by helenblqckthorn

Alex has a fucking thing for competency. A competency kink, if he wants to be crude. And it just so happens that his boyfriend is one of the most competent men in England. Well, Alex, he thinks. You sure know how to pick ‘em.

Keep Most of Your Heart in London by cresswells

Alex thinks he’s prepared – as prepared as he’ll ever be. He’s been waiting for months to do this. He even did his research on the proper etiquette for a British royal engagement – and then promptly ignored it all. AKA: The one with the engagement of the century.

Red, White & Navy Blue by jedusaur

"Fine," says Alex. He clenches his jaw and his fists. "Great. Watch me. I'll bromance the shit out of the motherfucker."

how we rolled up the carpet (so we could dance) by adhoori

Henry shrugs off his suit jacket and tie, looking his usual annoyingly handsome self while Alex stifles a yawn in spite of the amount of caffeine in his system. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” Henry says, looking all kinds of fond. Alex feels a little ridiculous in his tousled hair, glasses and the ratty NYU sweatshirt, but finds an answering warmth spreading through him anyway as he lets himself be kissed hello. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says, leaning back into the chair while Henry leans against the desk.

you and me, forevermore by bellamysgriffinprincess

"He pushes up on his toes to kiss Henry, who returns the kiss immediately, greedily, tongue brushing against his in a way that makes Alex's brain short circuit just as much as it did a year ago. A year ago. It still does something to him, stirs something deep inside him that makes his entire body feel like pure mush. It's a memory burned so bright in his mind - cold air, a buzz in his veins, a tree in a quiet garden, fingers gripping his face, soft lips against his. The night his world turned on its axis and shifted toward Henry, altering his path and forever tilting him closer." Or, Alex and Henry on New Year's Eve, one year after their first, and Alex wants it to be special.

All Booked Up by allmylovesatonce

A book tearing up the Bestseller’s List is quickly shoved into Alex’s hands via June and Nora. Despite his resistance, he’s taken in by the book and its whirlwind romance. When Nora insists they all go to a reading with the mysterious author, Alex is drawn in by H. G. Fox, hanging on his every word. When they meet after the signing, it sets him on a path he’d thought was impossible.

Are You Screwing With Me? by railmedaddy

Alex is only downloading Grindr because he’s curious. It doesn’t fucking mean anything, right? And when he answers a call for help from a very hot neighbour – who has no business having a shoulder-to-waist ratio like that – he’s just being friendly. It definitely doesn’t mean that he’s going to discover things about himself that he’d assumed were just passing curiosity. Or, the Grindr meet-cute AU

Yo Te Guiero A Ti by lucy_in_the_sky

“So,” Henry starts again, setting the now empty beer bottle down with a decided thud. “You want to bottom, but are having trouble fingering yourself and making it feel good?” He asks, voice deeper than usual. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” Alex shrugs, still feeling half turned on and half mortified. “And you want my help with fingering yourself?” Henry asks, slightly incredulously. And fucking hell, that’s exactly what he wants, even though he technically only asked for Henry’s advice, not his help actually fingering him. “Would you help me?” Alex breathes out, the question barely a whisper.

We were staying in Paris by hollybibble

Henry wakes up with Alex for the first time in Paris. He's desperately in love but still managing to convince himself he is in control...until Alex calls him 'baby.' Cameo appearance by Henry's leather polo gloves.

Piping and Draping on a Saturday Night by cmere

Dear Alex, Please consider this email confirmation that I am available to help supervise students at the End of Semester Dance on Saturday, December 19th. Do let me know if there is anything I should prepare in advance. I look forward to working with you. Sincerely,Professor Henry Fox, Ph.DHistory Alex doesn't really understand why boring and pretentious Professor Henry Fox volunteers to help out at his students' events every semester, but he needs all the help he can get, so he's just gonna have to put up with him.

don't be surprised, baby (it's just me) by pissedofsandwich

Henry reflects on his relationship with touch over the years.

love dares you, to change our way of caring about ourselves by kapplebougher

Henry has read it all: fairy-tales of princes and their courters, unsung histories of kings and their secret lovers, and he has read all their happy endings. But he is not a prince in a fairy-tale, and he has always thought his own secret love story was likelier to end in tragedy. Perhaps it’s time that changed. (Or, Henry’s POV the morning after The Great Claremont-Diaz Ambush at Kensington Palace)

I'd Cross Oceans by 14hpgirl19

Dating a prince is hard. Dating a prince when you're the son of the President is even harder. Alex is done with barely seeing Henry. When Henry gets sick while in London, Alex decides to take matters into his own hands. (And if he ends up with a fiance at the end of it, even better.)

watch before it ends by indomitablelove

He should be working on this essay so he can spend more time with Henry this weekend. He really, really should be working on this essay. But. But. Henry is going live on Instagram. --- that's it, that's the fic.

you turned a moment (into forever) by viciouslyqueer

Sharing an apartment with Alex had seemed like a good idea at first. They’re best friends, prices in Brooklyn are absurd, and they had both been in urgent need of residence – it only made sense. Except for the small, tiny, teeny, barely there fact that Henry has been in love with Alex from the first moment he laid eyes on him. And the fact that Alex doesn’t know, and can never find out.

#rwrb #henry x alex #firstprince #first prince #fic rec #rec list #rwrb rec list #i am not as funny as i think i am i apologize

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It’s Scully’s sixtieth birthday today. A time for family and spending the day together. ❤️

February 23, 2024

8:45 p.m.

Scully smiled as she looked at the pictures held on the Skinner and Rachel’s fridge by an assortment of magnets.

There were ones of only Rachel and Skinner, the twins together and separate, the whole family in different locations, and many with the twins and Faith as they cheesed for the camera or were taken in candid. There was even a more recent one with all of them from Halloween, held in a border Faith had made out of popsicle sticks and decorated with Halloween stickers.

Scully shook her head as she traced her finger over Faith’s face in her favorite picture. Jacob and Elizabeth were sitting on a bedding of straw, within the petting zoo they had visited last August, each holding a bunny on their laps. They were grinning from ear to ear and beside them was Faith, smiling at them.

When Rachel had shown Scully the picture, they had both proclaimed how cute it was and how grown up Faith looked as she looked on at her “babies.” Rachel had immediately sent it to Scully and she had made copies of them on her way home the next day, placing a framed picture in Faith’s room and one in her office, both at home and at work.

Since then many things had changed, but that picture, keeping them frozen in that moment, was and always would be one of her favorites.

“Hey,” Mulder said, pulling her from her thoughts.

“Hey,” she said back, smiling at him as she moved out of his way, allowing him to open the fridge and take out two beers.

“You ready for this?” he asked, picking up the bottle opener to open the beers.

“Yeah,” she laughed with a nod.

“I don’t know if I am. I feel like this could be bad. I’m not very good at it.”

“Oh, honey,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist and smiling at him. “You are good at it.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, his arms going around her, the two beers still held in his hands. “I just don’t know. I want to do it right and I’m not sure I’ll do you justice.”

“Just take your time and do the best you can,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “What do you always say to Faith? Try and then try again?”

“And if all else fails, chuck the fucker out the window?” he suggested and she laughed.

“Don’t remember ever hearing that part.”

“Because it’s internal. But trust me, it’s always there.”

She laughed again and he smiled at her before he leaned his head down and kissed her.

“So you did get the beers,” Skinner said, interrupting them. “They just haven’t made their way to the table yet.”

“Sorry, man,” Mulder said, turning them so he could hand Skinner his beer. “I got distracted by this smoking hot woman.”

“God,” Skinner said, shaking his head and taking a drink of his beer.

“Are you going to deny that she’s smoking hot? Today of all days?” Mulder asked incredulously as Scully stepped back with a laugh. “Look at her.”

“Mulder, stop it,” she said, shaking her head.

“No. It’s impossible. You’re hot. It’s the truth.”

“Who’s hot?” Rachel asked as she came into the room, smiling at them and taking Skinner’s beer from him.

“Hey,” he protested and she winked as she took a sip.

“I was saying that my wife, who is celebrating her sixtieth rotation around the sun-”

“More like accepting it,” Scully said with a small sigh as Rachel smiled at her.

“Celebrating,” Mulder insisted, looking at her pointedly and she nodded, scrunching her chin as she put an arm around his waist. “As amazing as ever and definitely still smoking hot.”

“Hear! Hear!,” Rachel agreed, raising the bottle in the air. Skinner looked at her and she looked back, her eyebrows raised. “Yeah, she’s hot. Deal with it.” Mulder and Scully laughed and Skinner gave Rachel a crooked smile, before kissing her softly.

“And so are you,” he said and Rachel pulled away.

“So you do think she’s hot?!” Rachel said, shaking her head and scoffing loudly as Scully laughed again.

“You… they…” Skinner stammered, looking around at each of them.

“Oh, you’re so cute when you get flustered,” Rachel laughed, putting the beer down and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said gruffly, even as he pulled her close. She smiled as she reached up to kiss him, then whispered something that made him laugh. “Yeah. Okay.”

Mulder glanced at Scully and she shrugged with a smile as she turned her attention back to Rachel and Skinner. He caught her eye and smiled.

“I’ve been given permission to state once a year that you are a…” he said, pausing when Rachel covered his ear and whispered something into it. “Babe...”

“That’s my wife you’re talking about!” Mulder stated in mock outrage. “How dare you!”

“I was talking to my wife,” Skinner said, as Rachel dissolved into laughter. “I didn’t mean-”

“Sure you didn’t,” Mulder said, shaking his head and sighing loudly.

“Jesus Christ,” Skinner murmured, picking up the beer and draining half the bottle. “Can we just…?”

“Move on?” Scully asked with a chuckle.

“Yes, please,” Skinner sighed with a nod. “I’ll grab another beer and meet you out there.”

“Okay,” Rachel said, winking at Scully as she turned to leave the kitchen. Scully caught up to her and put her arm around her waist.

“He’s so easy,” Scully said.

“Oh my God, babe. I know,” Rachel said and they both cackled as they walked out of the room.

They stopped at the long dining room table and Scully smiled at the items that had been set upon it.

“I’m really excited to do this,” Rachel said and Scully nodded, also feeling a sense of excitement.

Mulder and Skinner came into the room and they also stopped at the table.

“Okay, let’s take a seat,” Rachel said, clapping her hands and grinning at them. “Across from each other, so you’re facing your partner.”

Mulder hummed and brushed Scully’s back with his fingers as he passed her and went to sit on the side closest to the window. Skinner sat beside him and then Scully sat across from Mulder.

“Alright,” Rachel said. “So when I was younger, the birthday person always got to pick the activities for the day, what they wanted for dinner, and their cake. I’d say that aside from this particular activity, you’ve gotten all three today, Dana.” She smiled at Scully and she smiled back with a nod.

“Although,” Scully said, staring at the blank canvas on the small tabletop easel in front of her. “While it may not have been something I thought to do, I love the idea and I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’m so glad,” Rachel said, beaming as she looked at Scully. “I know I’ve sent you many videos of people doing this recently. Enjoying the company of your partner, while painting their portrait.” She gestured to the paints, paintbrushes, pencils, and pens on the table.

“Right,” Mulder agreed, staring at his own canvas, and then looking up at Scully as though studying her. She smiled and picked up a pencil, intent on sketching him first.

“Before we start, I have one request,” Rachel said, letting out a deep breath. “Take your time and make an effort. I really don’t think I need to tell the two of you.” She looked at Skinner and Mulder, smiling softly. “It’s just that… the mass amount of videos I’ve seen of people revealing their finished product, it seems like the women try harder or make more of an effort to make it good. Maybe the men have done their best, but sometimes it seems like they took it as an opportunity to paint their partner with comical features. Then, because of their actions, and the fact that it’s easier to join in on the laughter than be on the outside of it, their partner has to behave like it’s funnier than it is, while perhaps leaving them feeling… less than happy or not as loved.”

“Honey,” Skinner said quietly, shaking his head.

“I know, I know,” Rachel said, putting her hands up and shrugging. “I just…”

“Take our time,” Skinner said, smiling at her and she smiled back with a small nod.

Scully watched them, smiling when Rachel stepped closer and kissed him, before taking her place beside her.

“Okay,” Rachel said, turning on some music, though the volume stayed low, considering the sleeping children upstairs. Raising her glass of wine next to her easel, she exhaled with a smile. “Let’s do this.”

They all clinked their glasses or bottles and began to create a drawing of their partner, just like the videos Rachel had shown them over the past few days.

Two hours later, all of them slightly tipsy, it was time to reveal their paintings.

Scully had done as Rachel suggested and taken her time. Sketching Mulder, looking at him in a different light, she had focused on the varying shades of color in his hair, the close trim of his beard, his smile, and the lines around his eyes and on his forehead, especially when he concentrated.

Sometimes, especially recently, she caught him staring at those lines in the bathroom mirror. He would sigh as he touched them, no doubt feeling it made him appear older, but she loved every one of them. They were part of him and his journey in life, of which she had been an active and close participant, and she would not remove them even if she had the chance.

Adding a few final touches, she set down her paintbrush and looked at him with a smile. He was staring at his canvas closely and then pulling back with a frown and tilt of his head.

After doing this a few times, he glanced up and saw her looking at him. He raised his eyebrows at her, but she only smiled and shrugged her shoulders, not saying anything.

His foot then found hers under the table and he tapped against it once, a silent question. She tapped back three times, their code for I love you. When he tapped back four times, I love you too, she grinned as she remembered when the fourth tap or squeeze had been implemented.

“It should be four squeezes when you do it back,” Faith had said, squeezing both of their hands as they sat on the couch one night. “Because three is I love you, so four should be I love you… too!”

She had demonstrated it, squeezing their hands three times and then waiting for them to respond back with four squeezes. When they had, she grinned, as pleased as could be.

“Okay!” Rachel said, pausing the music and looking at Scully. “You’re the birthday… hottie-”

“Oh, now don’t start that again,” Skinner groaned and they all laughed.

“You go first, Dana,” Rachel said, winking at Skinner who rolled his eyes as he smiled at her.

“Okay,” Scully said, sitting up straight and letting out a breath. “Wow, this makes me feel slightly nervous. Okay, here we go.” She looked at Mulder and he grinned. “Close your eyes.”

He did as she asked as she picked up her canvas, turning it around for him to see.

“Huh,” Skinner said and then closed his mouth, glancing quickly at Scully in apology. She smiled as she shook her head, her heart beating faster as she wondered what that sound had meant.

“Can I open my eyes?” Mulder asked and Scully chuckled softly.

“Yes,” she whispered and he opened his eyes.

“Wow,” he said, leaning forward. “Wow, hon. You did an amazing job. That… wow.”

“Wow? That’s the best you got?” she teased and he laughed softly.

“It’s… can I hold it?”

She nodded and they both leaned forward, him taking the canvas and holding it as she leaned back, watching his face. He smiled as he looked over the whole thing, touching his beard and then his hair. His smile faded a bit as he ran his fingers over his forehead, touching the lines that lay there. He sighed and then looked up at her.

“It’s beautiful. You captured everything so perfectly. Lovingly.”

“That couldn’t possibly be because I love you now, could it?” she asked, smiling as she picked up her wine glass and took a sip.

“Possibly,” he agreed, looking down at the painting again.

“Can I see mine now?” she asked and he raised his head, worry in his eyes.

“I don’t think I did the same justice that you’ve done for me. I don’t know that…”

“Come on, man,” Skinner said, shaking his head and then gesturing to Mulder’s painting with his chin. “Show her.”

Mulder nodded and set her painting down before picking up his own.

“Close your eyes,” Mulder said and she did, swallowing hard, suddenly very nervous.

“Oh!” Rachel said, inhaling sharply.

“Open them.”

Scully opened her eyes and then gasped, her eyes lifting to his.

“Didn’t do me justice? Mulder, it’s so beautiful. Can I have it?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning as he leaned forward and handed it to her.

He had painted a faint forest green background with small yellow dots near the top, symbolizing stars. Smiling back at her, he had captured her face nearly identical to how she had captured his.

There were lines etched within, where there had not been any when they first met. Her eyes were the exact shade as her own and she sighed as she stared into them. Her hair, lighter and longer than it had been when they had begun their journey together, lay across one shoulder with pieces of it coming loose onto the other side.

“It’s…” she said, shaking her head. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.” She looked up at him and he nodded with a smile.

“You’re welcome, love.”

He tapped her foot three times and as she tapped back four, he grinned and winked at her.

“It’s really good, Fox,” Rachel said, leaning toward Scully to look at it closer.

“Thank you,” he said, tapping a random pattern gently against Scully’s foot.

“Alright, who’s next?” Skinner asked gruffly. “You want to go first, honey?”

“Okay!” Rachel said, sitting up and smiling as she let out a breath. “You don’t need to close your eyes, though. I want to see your real time reaction.”

“Why does that make me nervous?” he asked and she laughed as she picked up her canvas and turned it around. “Oh, Rach… that’s…” He laughed and reached for it as Rachel smiled.

“Oh. That’s a big, bald, beautiful man,” Mulder said, looking at it and then Rachel. She and Scully laughed, both for different reasons, and Skinner shot him a look.

“Shut up,” he said and then turned his attention to Rachel. “It’s perfect. You did a really great job, honey.” He turned it around to show Scully, though she had already seen it as Rachel was working on it.

His face was painted against a dark blue background. The brown of his eyes and the salt and pepper of his beard had been captured to a T. He had a small smile and Scully smiled at the sight of it.

“It’s you. Perfectly you.” She smiled at Rachel and she bowed her head in thanks.

“I’m up,” Skinner said and Mulder tapped Scully’s foot. She looked at him and he widened his eyes.

Hmmm… what does that mean? she thought.

Skinner set Rachel’s drawing down and reached for his own. He looked at her and smiled as he picked it up and turned it around.

Both she and Scully gasped, Rachel’s hand going to her throat.

“Walter,” she breathed. “I… oh my God.” He handed it to her and Scully leaned closer, her mouth slightly agape.

It was stunning to say the least. He had drawn and then painted Rachel as well as any artist ever could. He captured the blue of her eyes, the light within them, and her smile so perfectly, it was like looking at a photograph.

“I can’t believe this,” Rachel said, shaking her head. “She’s so beautiful.”

“You’re so beautiful, honey,” Skinner said with a soft chuckle. “Don’t I always tell you that?”

“Yeah, but…” She shrugged and wiped her eyes as she shook her head again. Scully rubbed her back as Rachel drew in a deep breath.

“I think I’ve been ousted as the hottie. And on my birthday too,” Scully said and everyone laughed, Rachel’s ending on a small sob.

“I love this so much,” she said, looking at Skinner. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re more than welcome, honey,” Skinner said and Rachel nodded.

Mulder tapped Scully’s foot again and she nodded as she glanced at him.

“Who knew lying below that gruff exterior all these years, there lay the heart of such an artist?” Scully said, smiling at him. “It’s truly beautiful, Walter.”

“Thank you, Dana,” he said. “It’s hard for it not to be when such beauty is there to inspire me.”

“Okay, that’s enough flattery,” Rachel said, and Mulder and Scully both laughed. “But rest assured that anytime the twins need help with school art projects or to sculpt something out of clay, they’ll be heading your way.”

“I think I can handle that,” he said and they all laughed again.

They cleaned up, clearing away the paints and rinsing out the paintbrushes, laughing as they finished their drinks and each couple shared another slice of cake.

Rachel set the canvases on the stands on the table and took pictures of them, smiling as she then sent them in a text message.

“Thank you all for going along with this crazy idea.”

“Crazy? Nah,” Mulder said, putting his arm around her shoulders and squeezing. “It was a wonderful idea and turned out very well.”

“Thank you, Fox.”

Squeezing her shoulders again, he dropped his arm and walked over to Scully.

“A good ending to a good day?” he asked, taking her hands in his.

“Yes. Undoubtedly.”

“Good,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her softly. “Sixty looks good on you, babe.”

She wanted to protest, to make a flippant comment, but then her eyes fell on his painting of her and she saw what he saw. Smiling, she nodded and looked back at him.

“Yeah. I think it does.”

In the morning, when Faith and the twins saw the paintings on the table, they oohed and awed over them, claiming them beautiful and handsome.

“I want to paint a picture,” Faith said, looking at Skinner. “Can I paint Jacob and Liz Beth, Unco? And then they can paint me? If you help them, they can do it. I know they can.”

“God, you are just…” He kissed the top of her head and then whispered something in her ear. Her eyes lit up and she ran to Rachel and hugged her around the waist.

“Thank you, Raycho!” she shouted and then ran towards Rachel’s office, returning quickly with a wrapped package of blank canvases, though smaller than the ones they had used the previous evening.

“Always gotta be one step ahead of them,” Rachel said and Scully laughed in agreement.

Before the day was over, Faith had painted portraits of everyone, including Bella who had joined the sleepover, lying on her large bed that was placed beside her beloved Faith.

Jacob and Elizabeth painted for a bit, but then became bored and returned to their toys.

Skinner was asked to paint the picture of Faith, taking time to sketch her out before adding the paint.

“Unco,” Faith breathed when he showed her the final result. “It’s so beautiful. You did it so amazing. You’re a good drawing person.”

“Thank you, baby girl,” he said, laughing softly and kissing her forehead.

When they left, Faith held her portrait in her lap the whole way home, telling them about what she liked best about it.

Finding some nails and a hammer, they let Faith direct them on where the portraits she had painted should go, Scully hanging hers and Mulder’s side by side in her office.

The portrait Skinner had painted of Faith, did not get hung up. Not right away.

Instead, it lay on her pillow when she went to bed, joined her at the breakfast table, and was back in the bed at bedtime.

“He made it so good, Mama,” Faith said, yawning as she turned over to look at it. “I love it. Goodnight. I love you, Mama.”

“I love you too, love. Sweet dreams.” She kissed Faith’s sweet smelling hair and smiled at the painting.

Faith’s face was painted before a light lavender background. Her long brown hair was down and laying over her shoulders. Her blue eyes were alight with happiness and just a hint of mischief. She smiled with her perfect baby teeth showing. The little freckles that were beginning to appear had been added and Scully loved those most of all, as she had learned over the years to love her own many freckles.

Yes, she thought, looking at the painting once again and then smoothing Faith’s hair back to look at the aforementioned freckles. He captured her perfectly.

Kissing her once more, Scully turned out the bedside light and turned on the fox nightlight.

Closing the door softly behind her, she smiled at the gallery of pictures Faith had painted that hung on the wall by the stairs. Every one of them was there, and even the extra ones Faith had insisted she paint, of Grey and the fish, not wanting anyone to be left out.

Touching the portrait of her that Faith had painted, her love held within every stroke, Scully smiled.

“I think I’m going to like being sixty,” she whispered.

“Scully?” Mulder called and she nodded.

“Be there in a sec, hon,” she called back quietly before kissing her fingers and touching them to Faith’s painting.

Yeah, she thought as she continued down the stairs. I think sixty agrees with me.

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