#sophia's head a bit too big

[maxyvert]

Based on a classicalsarcasm meme (Albert Roosenboom - Elegant Connoisseurs) and finally an actual fanart for the game I've been playing since last October :')

Close ups and full picture under the cut-

#myart #tradtional art #fanart #lies of p #lies of p fanart #sophia monad #lies of p pinocchio #gemini #paintied a whole ass picture for a meme #watercolor #ink #watercolor pencil #white gel pen #i love this game #canson #sophia's head a bit too big #it looks waaaay better irl #i just wasnt able to properly edit it sigh #anyways it's done and i'll be starting a ng+ soon

[hgfictionwriter]

Birthday Gift

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: It's Jessie's birthday and she can have whatever she wants. Including you.

Warnings: Serious smut. Edging. Strap sex, etc. Language as well.

A/N: In response to this request. Agreed - don't really see her being into anything too wild, but figured I could swing this. Sorry it took so long!

"Are you still okay with this?"

Jessie had just put the car in park. She tentatively peered at you and awaited your response. You unbuckled and leaned over to give her a reassuring kiss.

"I am. I told you - I trust you."

"Okay," she said, the faint frown of concern fading from her face. She exhaled, readjusting and sitting back quickly in her seat as she wiped her palms on her jeans. She turned to you. "Safe word is?"

"Kalamazoo," you answered with a laugh as you gathered up your things.

"Let's hope nobody talks about Michigan." Jessie chuckled as she tucked her phone into her back pocket. She looked to you, resting her hand on the side of your neck as she leaned in kissed you. "I love you," she said softly as she pulled back to look into your eyes. "There's no one I'd rather do this with."

"Well I hope not," you said playfully with a laugh. She pulled back and gave you a bashful look, scratching the back of her head.

"You know what I mean," she mumbled as she began to blush.

"I know," you consoled as you leaned in to kiss her cheek. "I'm just giving you a hard time."

"Well, I'd be careful if I were you," she returned with a sly smirk forming on her lips.

"Touché," you noted. "You're the one with all the power tonight."

"I'll be good. I promise," she said, still teasing, but retaining earnest to reassure you. The last thing she'd ever want is for you to feel like she was going to take advantage or push you too much.

"I never worry. I know I'm safe with you and you'll take care of me."

She smiled tenderly at you, studying your features before giving you a decisive nod. "Okay, let's do this."

You walked up to her teammate's house hand in hand. The music emanating through the walls would've been a clear indication of how lively the party was if the cars lining the street and bustling shadows in the windows weren't already.

You reached the doorstep and leaned into Jessie ear, her wavy hair tickling your face. "Happy birthday, my love." She scrunched up her nose at you.

"It's not my birthday anymore," she grumbled. She wasn't big on birthday celebrations - she dealt with enough attention, so she didn't love having a whole day dedicated to her. She gave you a pointed look. "And this is certainly not my party."

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "Belated birthday. Between you and me." You caressed the back of her hand and whispered. "This is your present after all."

You went to step forward and she pulled you back into a quick kiss before releasing you. "I love you," she told you one more time before you entered the house.

After you made your rounds together to say “hello” to everyone, you both went to the kitchen and Jessie grabbed a couple of drinks. She handed you a solo cup.

"You're sure?" She asked once more, keeping her voice a bit low, but still enough to be heard above overlapping conversations and music flowing through the house. You smiled at her, she really was too sweet.

"I'm positive." You leaned into her, melding your body with hers as you tilted your head into her ear to whisper. "I told you - you can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours for the taking."

Her hand came up to rest on your waist and her thumb snuck under your shirt to graze the sensitive skin on your hip. "Okay. Well, I'll see you later, then."

You gave her a quick kiss, giving her a mischievous smile. "Bye, lover. Have fun."

You went your separate ways, each of you talking with different groups. Jessie stood with Janine and Morgan, only half-listening to their conversation. Instead, her attention was drawn to you across the room with Sophia and a few others.

You were sitting on the couch engaged in conversation, sipping your drink now and then. Jessie watched you as discretely as she could over Janine's shoulder before she took a breath and pulled out her phone. She feigned attention again before initiating a few taps on her phone.

Jessie stilled as your body tensed up momentarily and you quickly recovered, readjusting your position on the couch and taking a sip of your drink. Everyone else carried on with the conversation undeterred - no reactions - Jessie bit back a grin. She had to cast her gaze down to her feet to stop herself from full on beaming when you shot her a glance across the room. She couldn't rid herself of the lingering smirk on her lips and she merely took a sip of her drink to hide it.

This was going to be way too much fun.

Jessie tried to refocus on the conversation at hand, but her thoughts were too preoccupied with the events that led up to this.

Her birthday had been a couple of weeks ago. You two had kept it low-key, but when you were in bed together later you'd offered to let her do whatever she wanted to you. Jessie was initially caught off guard and told you that she was happy with what you normally did. She must've hesitated just so because you repeated your offer.

After a few tentative moments, Jessie had asked for a rain check, which you obliged. It took a week for her to work up the courage to ask you for what she wanted. She remembered how her heart was racing and how hot her face felt, positive her cheeks with deep red with embarrassment when she merely passed you her phone with a website open on the screen.

"A wireless vibrator?" You asked - no judgement in your voice, simply curiosity.

Jessie flushed further, even ducking her head a bit as she shrugged. "If you want." To her relief, you smiled and kissed her.

"Tell me what you want," you encouraged, a lilt in your voice.

"The party next week. You wear this in your panties. I control it from my phone. I can tell you more if you want to know - I've read up on it."

You rolled your eyes affectionately. "Of course you've done your research." You leaned in to kiss her again. "Being under your control? No one knowing as you bring me to the brink from across the room? Kinky," you finished lightly and pulling a deeper blush out of Jessie. You grinned at her. "Sounds like fun. I can't wait."

The whole night Jessie imagined she looked like the cat that ate the canary. She wasn't sure if there was a moment where there wasn't a hint of a smirk on her face.

"You are so cute." Jessie's eyes snapped over to Janine, the blonde's words bringing her back to reality. "You are so smitten with her. You've been watching her all night."

Jessie grinned smugly. "She's the best."

She glanced over at you, who was now standing in a circle with a few others. Your cheeks were a bit flushed and there was the faintest sheen of sweat starting to form on your forehead. She'd heard you dismiss it earlier with a comment about how hot it was in the house.

Jessie brought out her phone again. She saw your posture falter just slightly, no one would notice unless they were really paying attention. Her eyes sparkled as she watched you clear your throat and straighten back up. You took a sip of your drink, a subtle shake in your hand, and made eye contact with Jessie out of the corner of your eye. She gave you a wink.

"If someone had told me ten years ago that you'd be winking at a girl from across the room, I would've told them they've lost their mind," Janine laughed.

Jessie kept an eye on you and excused herself from a conversation when she saw you heading into the kitchen alone. She had to bite back a grin when she walked in to see you bracing yourself at the counter and gulping down water. She waited until you'd set down the cup before she buzzed you again. Jessie beamed as your knees gave way just a bit and you gripped the counter as discretely as you could.

She came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and leaning over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

"It's just us right now."

You let out a relieved moan and turned in Jessie's arms, immediately wrapping yours around the back of her neck and leaning on her tiredly. She kissed your cheek and held you up.

"Oh my God," you nearly panted. "I feel like I'm running the most bizarre, erotic marathon of my entire life." You pulled back to look into Jessie's eyes. She was watching you with excitement and adoration and you blushed under her attention. "I don't know how much more I can take."

Jessie nodded. "You're amazing. This has been so fucking incredible." She lowered her voice further. "My girl, you've been so good tonight, I think you deserve a little something." She smiled at how you wrapped your arms tighter around her. Jessie took a step back, hands still on your waist and spoke, "Finish your water. I'll be right back."

You weren't sure what she was up to, but you did as you were told, also taking the opportunity to properly catch your breath. It was only a couple of minutes before Jessie came back. You gave her a curious look upon seeing the glint in her eye.

"Come with me," she said as she took your hand and led you through the house. You followed her to the top floor of the house and into one of the far bathrooms.

You raised your eyebrows teasingly at her as you nodded to the backpack she set on the floor. She must've had it in the car. She gave a wicked grin and closed the space between you, gently pushing you against the wall kissing you slowly and deeply.

"Well, if my baby is going to indulge me and be such a good sport, I have to make sure she leaves here satisfied," she said in a husky voice as she pressed her hips against yours and gave a gentle thrust.

"Fuck. Jessie," you breathed. Your body was so wound up and ready for release that just that small movement sent waves pulsating from your core.

She began undressing you, your jaw falling slack as she took off your panties and relieving you of the friction and pressure they'd been applying all evening. Jessie looked up at you from on her knees with a bright smile as she tucked the vibrator away into her bag and retrieved her strap.

"I'm not going to last long," you warned her as she began strapping up. You didn't even realize that you were instinctively clawing your fingers against the wall as you watched her get ready. "I'm so fucking desperate right now." She gave you a self-satisfied smirk.

"Well thank God for multiple orgasms, then," she said in a low voice as she pushed you back against the wall and kissed you.

"Oh my god," you said. "I don't know if I can be quiet." She nodded in the direction of the hall.

"The music's way too loud. No one's going to hear. Be as loud as you like," she finished with a grin and kissed you softly before reaching down and rubbing the head of her strap against your lips. She let out a breathy, pleased laugh as it slid through your slick folds with ease. "Fuck babe, you are so wet."

"An evening of edging will do that to a girl." Your laugh was cut short when Jessie bent her knees slightly then lifted her hips, entering you easily. You'd been patient enough and she wanted to show some mercy.

A gasp escaped you as your head fell back against the wall. Jessie cursed as she withdrew and slowly sank back in.

"Holy fuck. You are absolutely dripping wet," she said as she began playing with your clit, making sure to be gentle for now given how stimulated you were.

"Oh my god, Jess." Your mouth was agape and you held tightly onto her shoulders for support as she entered you with slow, deep thrusts.

After a while, although Jessie was being gentle, the attention on your clit was a bit too much after so much stimulation throughout the night.

"Jess," you panted, bringing a hand down to rest on hers. She stopped immediately. "Just fuck me. I can’t wait anymore, I need it hard. I need you so bad," you told her. She kissed your neck and gave you a smirk.

"Gladly. Come on, baby." She reached down, grabbing the back of your thighs and hoisted you up easily. The change in position immediately sent jolts through your body and you whimpered as you wrapped your legs around her toned waist.

"That's my girl," she whispered as she began to thrust into you again and kissed your neck tenderly.

You moaned her name and she began to pick up her pace. Curse words began to fall from your lips as she pumped into you with sharp, strong movements, her strong hips slamming against you as she bottomed out.

Your arousal made wet sounds every time Jessie withdrew and pumped back in, pulling wanting groans out of Jessie as she fucked you against the wall. She dug her nails into the underside of your thighs and bit her bottom lip as she pulled back to watch as you bounced up and down on her cock.

"You are a fucking vision," she said in adoration as she watched you.

It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit. A cry fell from your lips as you gripped Jessie impossibly tighter as your orgasm ripped through you. Your mind was blank as your body completely took over - the hour or more of teasing and build up hurtling you over the edge like you'd never experience before.

Jessie held you firmly in her arms, very gradually slowing her pace until she simply rest inside you as your body grew limp her arms. She chuckled softly as she kissed your cheek and gingerly lowered herself and you to the ground, carefully setting you down on your back.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

You could barely process her question, but when you did you gave a feeble nod. She stifled a laugh and kissed your cheek once more.

"I love you so much," she said.

Several moments passed, your chest heaving up and down as you worked to catch your breath and recover. When you could begin to think somewhat clearly again, you opened your eyes to see her gazing down at you. She smiled and captured your lips in a kiss.

"Thank you." You said after. Her forehead creased in confusion and you chuckled. "That was the kind of orgasm you thank someone for."

"Oh." She blushed. You had to laugh. You leaned up and kissed her sweetly.

"Only you could give a girl a mind-breaking orgasm and then blush about it afterwards."

To your point, she blushed deeper, her lips pursing together in a bashful smile. Then, setting her shoulders back a touch and now offering you a smirk, she said, "Don't get too bratty. I'm not done with you yet."

To emphasize her point, she slowly drew her hips back, grinning at how you immediately gasped, your head falling back against the floor, before she achingly slowly pushed her hips back down into you.

"Remember who's in control," she whispered.

A moan fell from your lips as she began to rock her hips into you at a slow, languid pace. When she felt you were ready, she pulled back and pushed into your forcefully, pulling a needy cry out of you.

"Oh, fuck, Jess," you whispered as you subconsciously clawed at the back of her arms. "You feel so good inside of me."

Jessie growled in your ear and suddenly she sat back. You looked down your body at her to see her taking you in with dark eyes. In a few swift movements, she helped you up and soon had you bent over the counter, facing the mirror. She locked eyes with you in the mirror before tilting her head and beginning to kiss down the middle of your back.

You moaned deep in your throat as she sensually trailed kisses down your spine and her hands caressed your breasts. You found herself rolling your hips back against her, looking for the sensation you'd lost when she pulled out.

"Look at how needy you are, baby." Her voice was husky as she began to shift her hips, her strap pushing through your wet folds. You nodded and leaned forward on the counter, opening yourself up to her more.

“Fuck,” she breathed in appreciation as she looked you up and down.

"I need you inside me," you told her, only vaguely aware of how high and wanting your voice was.

"That's my girl," she said in approval as she rocked against you further, your juices coating her strap anew.

Before it could become too much, Jessie placed a hand on your hip and you felt her line herself up with your entrance. She looked at you in the mirror and sunk into you.

Your mouth fell open and you blindly palmed the counter, looking for something to anchor you as pleasure coursed through you and your knees nearly buckled with a single stroke. You found the edge of the counter and clutched it desperately as she filled you completely. She held herself inside of you.

"Are you okay, baby?" She asked gently. You nodded eagerly and opened your eyes to an impish grin now forming on her face. She laid another kiss on your back before standing up again. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Whatever you were going to say got lost on your tongue as she drew back and lunged forward. You threw your head back at the sensation.

"Tell me if it gets to be too much," she told you.

Soon Jessie was thrusting in and out of you, each stroke hitting that sweet spot that sent pleasurable waves through you. Her thrusts were strong and fast, her hips slamming against your ass. Although the music from the party was still loud, the sounds of her hips clapping against you filled your ears.

"Oh my God," you repeated over and over as she pistoned in and out. You caught a glimpse of yourself when you managed to look up and saw an image of you rocking against the counter, your knuckles white as you gripped the edge with Jessie behind you.

Her fingers dug into your hips and she was staring down at you as she fucked you from behind. She was in a trance, wearing the slightest frown on her face as she concentrated, her cheeks red, sweat beading on her forehead, and her mouth slightly agape as she breathed hard. It turned you on even more.

A particularly wanton moan escaped you as Jessie reached up and grabbed your hair and tugged your head back. She exhaled shakily, her jaw shifting as she devoured your reflection. She started pumping into you harder and she tightened her grip on your hair.

"Jessie, fuck," you panted, your back arching against the counter as she railed you. "So good."

She watched you hungrily and it wasn't long before you came undone. She grunted as she thrust into you. The sight of you gasping and coming around her cock for the second time tonight pushed her to a high as well.

"Fuck," she muttered harshly as she eventually slowed her rhythm and pushed in one last time to the hilt and collapsing on your back.

"Oh God," you babbled, your face flush against the counter now and unable to even open your eyes. "Holy fuck, Jess." She absently laid a kiss on your shoulder.

"You are the most incredible woman I've ever known," she breathed, propping herself up a bit, now mindful of her weight on you.

Your eyes were still shut and you struggled to speak, but you managed to quip, "You remember that."

"Believe me, there's no one else for me." She kissed you tenderly again before standing up, carefully pulling out of you, not wanting to overstimulate you further.

"Babe." You called her attention before giving a short laugh. "I honestly don't know if I'm going to be able to walk out of here." The only reason you weren't collapsed on the floor was because Jessie's strong arms were still holding you up.

She smiled at you, half apologetic, half boastful. "Here," she said as gently guided you to the floor again. "Take a moment."

You felt her pull away slightly and heard her rummaging in the backpack before pushing something into your hand. You glanced down to see a water bottle. You snickered and let your eyes flutter shut once more. "You're such a dork. A sweet, thoughtful dork though." You took a few grateful swigs.

"I'm going to need a few fucking days, not moments," you went on, only half joking. She kissed your neck sweetly.

"We're leaving now anyway," she assured you. "Want me to carry you out?" She teased. You rolled your eyes.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure we'd both love that attention. I just need a minute." You continued to rest your head against the vanity cupboard. You peeked an eye open at the stifled laugh that came from Jessie. You saw her watching you smugly and trying desperately not to laugh. Heat rushed to your face and you gave her a playful shove. "Yeah, you're awfully proud of yourself, aren't you? And I don't have any kind of witty retort right now because I'm still a bit dazed...but give me time. I'll get you back."

She gave you a warm smile and kissed your shoulder, holding your gaze. "I know, love."

She gave you one more kiss and stood up. She removed the strap and got dressed before returning and offering you a hand.

"I hate to rush you, but it's only a matter of time until someone knocks on this door. I picked this one specifically because every other time we've had parties there never seems to be anyone in here, but still."

Jessie helped you get dressed and soon you had your hand on the door knob about to leave.

"How do I look? Like I just got fucked into oblivion and back?" You asked lightly. She nearly snorted a laugh.

"You look beautiful," she told you earnestly before kissing you. "And thank you for my birthday present. Best ever."

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #canwnt #woso #woso community #woso x reader #woso imagine

[everythingne]

wing damage - mv1 [2]

Max spends the weekend with you to hopefully lift your spirits. A night out leads to a bit more than both of them are expecting as feelings easily resurface and are created with the assistance of being blackout drunk.

max verstappen x influencer!horner!reader

fc: sophia la corte

warnings/notes: implied blackout drunk sex (towards the middle), very suggestive scene (towards the middle), drinking in general, allusions to coping via alcohol, max and nadine made bad decisions (also a reminder the readers nickname is nadine and is used as placeholder for y/n!) also not me coming back over a MONTH later with part two <3 i hope these feeds u

(part one)

It takes two rings for Max to answer my call.

I feel a little desperate when I ask if he can swing by my apartment, knowing he wasn't quite back in Monaco yet. He says he's stopping by the store, voice muffled by the wind, and that he'll be over in thirty or so minutes. The apartment is too quiet and I take the time it takes for him to get here to clean up my mess from the past few days of rotting in the suffocating silence of my apartment.

Without Jacob I felt weird. Lost. Like there should be something there, but I'm met with quiet. But, I guess that's what happens when the person you've lived with for years is suddenly dead to you.

The loneliness I had expected has arrived, even with two roommates. I've isolated myself far away from them.

Max knocking on the door brings me out of my thoughts and I grab the door handle moments later, swinging it open nervously as greeting him as cherrily as I can.

Being immediately brought into a hug by Max lets me know I didn't do a good job.

"C'mon. Pop open this wine, throw on Legally Blonde." He hands me a bottle and grins at me, squeezing my wrist before bringing inside a pack of sodas in one hand and a blanket and bag of snacks in his other hand.

“For you," Max holds out the blanket with one hand, "I was on the phone with your dad when you asked if I could swing by, so I asked Geri for her best post-breakup gift and she made me go buy… everything that’s in this bag plus the blanket—minus the drinks."

I find myself laughing out a thank you, taking the world’s softest blanket into my hands and promptly smacking my face into it.

“God, my mom is a saint.” I mutter into the fabric, before throwing it over my shoulders and bringing him inside. Max kicks off his shoes at the door, tucking them next to my heels from going out to party the past few nights.

"Looks like you've been having fun." He chimes and I shrug, sitting at my kitchen island and leaning on the counter. Max pauses when he notes me not leaning into his playful attitude and a small pout forms at his lips.

“I have the dough for pasta out to thaw,” I say over my shoulder to him as he follows and sits next to me—laying the bag of treats and the sodas on the counter. He just nods in response and we lapse into silence as he looks at me and tries to figure out how to approach this. When we'd been in the paddock, he'd be so angry I was surprised his head didn't burst into flames, but now that it was just us in a much more subdued moment, I could tell big bad Mad Max Verstappen didn't know what to do.

“Hey,” he says after a few moments, leaning over to squeeze my knee in a motion so similar to my father I wondered if he picked it up from him. I hum in response and Max's eyes flicker around the room before settling on me.

“Uhm. Jacob was a jackass. He shouldn’t have done that to you, and he…he’s a dick. I’m not very good at comforting people but if you ever need to just…vent or let off steam. Yeah. I’m here.” he folds his hands into his lap, partially leaning towards me.

I can’t help the little smile that breaks across my lips and I nod, “yeah…thank you, Max.”

"Now come on," He grabs me by the waist and hoists me up, resulting in a high-pitched laugh to echo from my throat. He grabs the blanket and throws it over me once again, before he snags the bag of treats and moves to the couch. He sets me down gently, which I'm thankful for, before he throws himself down next to me and grabs the remote.

"Are we watching the first or second Legally Blonde?" He asks, letting me rest my head on his chest as I toss the blanket over us both.

"The first." I hum, "Not feeling very Elle Woods patriotic today."

"We can watch that tomorrow." Max hums and I look at him briefly. His eyes meet mine and he smiles, shifting so he can pull me to his chest as he says, "What? You think I'm just gonna leave you alone while both of your roommates are out this weekend? Nah, you're stuck with me."

I laugh softly, finding a blush forming on my cheeks and I snuggle in as close as physically possible, "I don't mind being stuck with you at all."

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Around midnight Max and I make the pasta, because my apartment is too cold for the dough to thaw, I end up ditching the completely homemade idea and just use pre packaged noodles. We've decimated the first wine glass, and thats when I find my courage to ask,

"Do you wanna go out tomorrow?"

Max turns to look at me out of the corner of his eye, stirring the pasta into the mix of lemon, alfredo, and cilantro in the pan and he narrows his eyes, "How much have you been drinking this week?"

"I just broke off a several year relationship, Max." I sigh, "Come on, tell me you don't wanna go party!”

"Didn't answer my question." Max turns to me, looking over with a tiny grin and I groan, moving to press my chin to his shoulder and blink up at him in my wine haze.

"Past seven nights? Four days, including tonight. But come on, I've never seen you party in person!" I take another sip of my wine and he laughs softly, lifting to plate out the pasta for the both of us.

"Fine, but don't tell you father I'm taking you out. He'd probably kill me with his bare hands for even letting you drink alcohol with me." Max laughs softly and I laugh as well, happily taking the plate of pasta from his hands.

"Oh come on, he practically treats you like a son." I slurp up some of the pasta and groan, rolling my eyes back at the taste. Max watches me and I notice his smile wobble as he turns his head away, choking out a laugh.

"Yeah, but you're his daughter, that's like... a line." He hums, holding a hand over his mouth as he speaks with food in his mouth, and I narrow my eyes at him. I shrug, swallowing some of my wine and walking back over to the couch as I glance at Max over my shoulder,

"I'd cross it." I say. Though, I don't know what I mean when I say it, or how far I would cross that line. But it riles Max up enough for me to choke on the pasta and sputter out a reply,

"No, no," I wave a hand, "I mean, like I'll cross the line and go to the club."

"Oh, good—Okay, Christ." Max laughs, sitting down next to me and taking a good sized bite of his pasta. We leave the other bottle of wine for another day. Maybe to pregame tomorrow.

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landonorris: u ok hon?

bluebellhals: NADINE HORNER. (u look sexy but CALL ME GIRLIE?)

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"Nadi!" Max laughs, dragging me by the elbow down the nearly empty London roads. I giggle and cling to his arm before he scoops me up, considering I'd given him my heels long ago to carry.

"Max!" I giggle back, pressing my cheek to the side of his head as he situates me in a hold against his chest. He laughs and half presses me to the wall so he can fiddle with the keys to my apartment building, and then when he gets it, he lifts me so I'm over his shoulder.

"How are you doing this blackout drunk?" I slur and giggle, kicking my legs in my short dress as one of his hands comes to cover my rear from poking out. He takes a few tries to hit the right floor on the elevator as he sways,

"I'm so fucking drunk I have no idea." He laughs back, his hand absentmindedly squeezing me a bit when I slip and I let out a little gasp that makes him chuckle, "Ay, don't get any ideas alright? Just making sure you don't fall and die."

"Aw, you care." I laugh as the elevator dings and he brings me out and to my room. When we get there he sets me down and helps me out of my jacket before I do the same to him, my scattered mind letting my hands linger a bit too long on his sides.

"We're already gonna be hungover when we wake up," I hum, trailing my fingers along his ribs, since I can feel them on his sides through his shirt, "We can have more wine, right?"

"You don't need more," Max laughs, resting his hands on my hips, "I don't either, I'll end up vomiting."

"Ew!" I giggle, leaning into him for support in the tiny hall. His hand rests on the entry table to balance himself as he wraps his arm tighter around me, I blink up at him and watch the way his eyes flicker around my skin. His eyes lower to my lips and I feel my breath hitch, I step closer until theres no more space and look through my lashes before tilting up and grinning at him with a drunken giggle.

"Like what you see, Maxie?" I hum, sliding my hands up his sides until wrapping them around his back, nails slightly scratching through the thin white shirt as I tilt my head at him in tease.

"Oh, don't do this to me." He groans, eyes rolling and shutting tight as he lets out a breathy sigh, "Don't do this to me, Nadi."

"Do what?" I question with genuine concern, watching as he opens his eyes and his grip tightens partially. He's in my space, nose almost touching mine, but he's not invading me. Infact, I'd let him stay here forever.

"You know you are a line I can't cross." He murmurs, lips ghosting mine and I want to connect us so bad but when I tilt forward he pulls back and groans in the back of his throat. I hate the way it makes a flame ignite in my stomach. I'd never seen Max like this, but yet in the past four years I'd been infatuated with the guy who broke my heart.

"I don't want you to do this and regret it." He whispers, "Because I've loved you for a very long time, and if you let me do this, it won't be good for either of us. And we're drunk as shit, so I'm not thinking straight and I doubt you are too."

"You're a very coherent drunk." I hum and Max snorts, watching me sway in place as the world swirls around me.

"Thanks, it's the trauma." He says and I laugh, pitching into him hard enough he stumbles. Pushing me the other way so I don't fall, he catches me against the entry way table, his hands on either one of my hips and holding me tight to make sure I stay put.

Was he always this attractive, or was I just stupid drunk?

"Y/n." Max whispers out a whine of my birth name, all it does it make my breath hitch and my heart thrum as he brings a hand to my throat and feels my pulse under his thumb. I close my eyes, rolling them as he pulls me in with that hand, ghosting his lips along the edge of my jaw.

I find enough courage to whisper, "But what if I said yes, hm? I don't have a problem with doing this with you."

"Do you know how many times I've imagine this exact moment?" He growls against the skin of my neck, teeth nipping at the skin with each word he breathes out heavily against my perfume covered skin. I bring a hand to the back of his head, bump his teeth into the skin, and to my delight he bites.

"Fuck." I whisper, "we can't."

"Oh, but you just said we could," Max lifts his head from my neck, eyes meeting mine, his hand dips and I flutter at the feeling of him tracing a tiny shape into the inside of my thigh. He indents it with his nail, leaving a crescent as he whispers, "didn't you, sweetheart?"

As he accentuates his words with a soft kiss to soothe the bite, his fingers skim the edge of my skirt and tug to lift it up a bit higher. I bite my lip and he uses a thumb to my chin to pull it back out, capturing me in a slow kiss as his hands drop back down to my thighs to pick me up, setting me on the entry table.

He kneels, looking up at me with those big eyes and he asks permission, and my hands find his hair as I nod and that stupid cocky grin splits across his lips and makes my heart tumble into his hands.

Thank god my roommates are gone.

I wake up with a splitting headache and a bout of nausea that makes me almost lose it over the side of my bed. I don't remember much past leaving the club when I'd started to get super drunk and force myself to sit up to check the time.

And then I realize I am very much not wearing clothes.

"Oh fuck." I hiss, turning to look around my empty room. Well, save for the familiar blonde man shaped lump next to me in bed.

Wait a fucking second.

"Oh my god!" I shout without thinking and the mass stirs, a soft mess of English and Dutch seeping from his lips. He pushes himself to his forearms and looks over, blinking before his face drops into the same horror I'd just gone through.

"Oh fuck." Is all he can manage, then there's a soft banging on my door and my step-mother's voice echoes through the apartment and Max brings a hand to his mouth as he groans, "Oh, I'm so dead."

"We both are! Get up!" I hiss under my breath, scrambling to get out of bed and curb my nausea as I grab the first big knit sweater and leggings in my hamper and throw them on while Max roots through his suitcase to find something to wear. I dip into the bathroom and throw my hair up to mostly hide its mess, luckily the sweater covers most marks left on my skin. When Max comes in I grab his face and squint at him through my hangover.

"If anyone asks, you slept on the couch, and I let you use my bathroom to get ready because the warm water isn't working in the guest bathroom." I hiss out and Max nods, a blush on his face as I slam the door shut and call out to my step-mom that I'm coming to answer. Making my way into the foyer, I scoop up the discarded clothing and astray items, tucking them into a bin by the door and quickly doing a once over of the main room of my apartment.

I needed to light a candle.

I unlock the door and pop it open, rubbing at my head and Geri chuckles at my clearly hungover state as she asks, "Bad time?"

"I'm so hungover I might throw up." I say and she nods, giggling as she continues with a slightly curious look in her eyes. I know she's trying to figure it out.

"You don't exactly sleep in until four in the afternoon for fun." She hands me a bag, "Max is still here I assume, he left these. Just stopping by to give them back."

"He's showering, yeah. Geri, if I saw you were coming I would've grabbed them so you didn't have to come up here." I laugh, taking the bag. When the collar of my sweater shifts, Geri's eyes flick down and she raises her eyebrows at me and it's that moment I know she's caught me.

"Don't say a word." I point and she raises her hands with a shocked laugh, nodding to me.

"I don't even want to know who gave it to you," She says looking away with red on her cheeks and a loud laugh, "I'm just gonna go, because if I'm here any longer your father might get impatient. Also you are an adult, and it’s none of my business!”

"Thanks, Ger." I run a hand through my bangs to smooth as best I can and Geri nods, flicking her eyes across my body with her new knowledge and stifling a laugh into the back of her hand. Part of me wants to reach over and whack her, but I refrain from letting my embarrassment get the best of me. She gives me a tight hug, wishes me well, and starts to walk away. Before I can shut the door, she calls my name over her shoulder and I poke my head out to see her standing in the elevator doors as she shouts,

"Tell Max to be a bit softer next time!"

And my response is a slam of my apartment door and a loud groan into the wooden material it's made of. I step back and turn to see Max poke his head out of the doorway of my bedroom.

"Just Geri, this is yours." I say, walking over to him and setting the bag into his hands, "and..."

"I'm sorry." He sighs, running a hand through the front of his now wet hair. I try to ignore how much I want to do the same thing. I swallow it down and bury it as far as I can. He's twenty seven, not much older but enough for my father to raise an eyebrow. I was only twenty two, barely so.

"I'm just as much at fault, it takes two to tango, y'know." I hum and he huffs out a laugh, and despite myself I say, "if it makes you feel better, even if it was a stupid decision... I don't entirely regret it. Even if I don't remember it that much."

"I don't remember much either." He agrees, "can we just agree to not... ever, talk about this happening again?"

"Happily." I nod as I feel a weird sort of relief and embarrassment rush across my skin. I would happily pretend this had never happened. But when my eyes meet his, theres something within their depths that tells me this wouldn't be a one time hookup. Call me crazy, or horny, or whatever you want, but there was something that has shifted. Something new was settled between us, and Max and I would never be the same.

But we painfully would pretend to be. To save face.

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Commission for @ahhlito [at this point I feel like it is you? After all so many kind gestures towards me 😭]

Topic-Headcanon or drabble about Reader taking care of Pino.

Fun fact,The LoP oc I made is unironically a maid that likes to take care of him like a big sister. I tried my best to not indulge myself too much. I hope you'll like it!

PUPPET CARING

Pino had left many hours ago. It was supposed to be a quick trip outside;or so Geppetto said. Your eyes often glanced outside in hope to see the familiar puffy brown hair coming close to the hotel. Still nothing, so you went back to your chores, not noticing him passing the gates. The puppet dragged his feet inside the hotel's hall. His head was high like always. He shook his metal arm;dripping of oil. Droplets hit the carpet and floor and Polendina thanked the heavens Antonia was not here to see him making a mess 5 seconds in. Pino was positively drenched from head to toe of whatever substance puppets and those new weird zombies released while dying. Sophia went to greet him but stopped mid-walk -Oh- Was everything she could muster. Pino was looking really messy this time. She made him stay put, near the stargazer and went to call you in a hurry. Her light blue shoes ticking on the marbled floor. Polendina instead grabbed a mop and cleaned the floor around a confused Pino who tilted his head and looked at him through all the chore. You walked downstairs, ready to greet the puppet when you stopped mid-stairway. -Oh- You had the same reaction as Sophia. -I told you this was...umh- The other woman tried to find the right words. You huffed and puffed your chest proudly. -Leave it to me. I can handle this- You walked towards Pino. You extended your hand towards him but when he seemed to extend his greasy one you took your hand back. -Ok, never mind Pino. Follow me. We have lots to do- The puppet gave a firm nod and followed you upstairs. Pino followed you in the bathroom where he was undressed and immerged in the warm bubbly bath you promptly prepared. This was the first time he had a bath;he must have been in a bad shape;luckily he seemed waterproof;except for the metal arm that you removed. As the puppet played a bit with a rubber duck you passed him your hands found their way to his hair. Pino tilted his head up and blinked at the foreign sensation. -Sorry,didn't mean to startle you- Pino shook his head and put your hand back in his hair. You figured he liked to have his hair washed. Since he had no problem with being immerged for a long period of time, you moved your attention to his legion arm; scrubbing away all the oil and dirt stuck in the cranes. -They did a number on you, mh?- Pino nodded as his eyes watched you turning his arm like new. It was sparkly even. After his legion arm it was turn of the clothes. You threw everything in a wooden basin and cleaned them. Pino watched you intently;his cogs made ticking noises;he almost seemed happy someone was taking care of him and his belongings. Once done with those as well,you wrapped the puppet in a warm cloth to dry his body and hair. Pino was calmly sitting at the edge of the tub; enjoying your proximity. He wondered if he could the same to you;take care of you like you just did to him. Then an idea came to his...mind. He was going to wash you to repay your kindness, so he pushed you in the tub;drenching you from head to toe. -Pino!W-why?! Why you did t- Pino put his cold finger on your lips before grabbing a sponge. You did the math and burst out laughing. -Oh, you're so silly...-

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[1989butcher]

Boots

daryl dixon x reader

he gave you a pair of oversized boots a long time ago, and you’ve kept them ever since.

set: alexandria, you got separated when the prison fell.

2.7k words

FLUFF!!!!!!!! i <3 fluff. this is my first fic pls be nice to me 🥹

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Y/N’s POV

I’ve been walking for months with nothing but a near empty backpack and boots that are far too big for my feet. The last time I slept with four walls was a long time ago at the prison. I haven’t even fully began to process what happened, I simply haven’t had the time.

When this whole thing started, I was visiting my brother in Atlanta. I didn’t know when my parents dropped me off at the airport in Michigan would be the last time I saw them. I lost my family, well everyone but Glenn, but after enough time I gained a new one.

The people I met in Atlanta, the ones that made in to the Greene farm, were some of the best people I had come across in my life. I never thought I would enjoy chilly nights eating rabbits, oddly enough I had one as a pet when growing up. Glenn never failed to remind me when I would be eating one, which led Daryl to tease me about it every time he brought one home. “This one look like yours?” He would always bring it to me first. I turned away quickly. “Stop!” I covered my eyes. I think a smile would curl from his lips. I would almost laugh out of anger. I knew every time he did this, he would come right to me to rub it in my face. “I wish I never told you about Thumper.” I said, basically talking into my shoulder. I turned to him on the log I was sitting on, still covering my eyes but peeking in between my fingers. “I ain’t ever gonna let you live this down.” I sighed, while he turned on his heel and walked away.

Glenn was sitting opposite of me, with Maggie of course. “Whatever happened to the little guy?” Glenn asked, his fingers intertwined with Maggie. Couldn’t even begin to believe my big brother found love at a time like this. I went back to building the fire, slower than before in hopes the archer would make a joke about it. “I dunno, after like five years I’m pretty sure he died, but mom said he ran away. Either way, he got a better fate than he would now.” I replied, staring into the dimming fire. I’m sure Maggie said something about rabbits on the farm, but that’s where the memory stops.

The farm being overrun was something inevitable, especially after we found out walkers were living in the barn. I’ll never forget standing there with Daryl, as he ran to Carol to stop her from going after Sophia. I don’t think he will ever forget that either. I know he blames himself, no matter how many times I said it wasn’t his fault. He would hold his head in his hands and I would rub his back, telling him ‘it’s ok’. He would shake his head and always reply no, or more like “Nah.” I just wanted to be there for him and take away his pain.

Speaking of pain, my feet were throbbing. I have been walking on this road for what feels like years. I don’t even know how much time has passed since the prison fell. I think living there was the happiest I had ever been. Our small family from the farm turned into a full on community. We farmed, had animals, kids went to a sort of school (if that’s what Carol wants to call it), and so much more. Runs were sort of fun, although Daryl never wanted me to go. One time, Glenn, Maggie, and I went on a run and promised to be home by sundown, as usual. I was hardcore third wheeling, but that was my brother and Maggie had become my sister. We were singing in the car, celebrating the canned foods we had found in an abandoned mini-van. Laughing, it almost felt normal. It was night when we returned, since we went a bit farther than we predicted. Rick, Tyreese, and of course, Daryl were waiting at the gate as we pulled up. They looked worried sick but I think the three of us were grinning ear to ear. When I stepped out of the car, unscathed, I saw the archer sigh in relief. “Don’t tell me you were worried Daryl, how sweet!” I teased him, handing him a crate of food. He huffed a quick “whatever” and I turned away and smiled. I think he saw me smile, I hoped he did. I never did tell him about the warm way he made me feel, quite literally warm. I was constantly cold, and he would always be bringing me back blankets or jackets. He even replaced my beaten converse with boots. Boots that were too big, but boots none the less. I also never told him they didn’t really fit, but I loved them too much to find a new pair.

The sun was glaring in my eyes. I laughed at the fact that pre-end of the world, I would have wanted sunglasses to avoid wrinkles from squinting. Even though nowadays, all everyone does is squint. I say everyone as if I have seen a single person since all those weeks ago. Feels like a lifetime has passed.

I decided to take a turn down a road with lots of tire tracks. Maybe I could actually find some sort of shed for the night in a few hours. Cook my very own rabbit. Daryl would be proud. At this very thought, I heard a rustle in the woods. I quickly grabbed my knife strapped to my hip. It indeed was a walker. It growled as it slowly made its way from the forest floor towards me. I walked up to it, shoved my knife into its grey skull, and kicked it back into the forest floor.

I brushed the hair out of my face after putting the knife back in a belt loop. “Where am I supposed to put it?” I asked, as Glenn handed me the knife I carry now. He walked away, passing other weapons out from a run he came back from. Those strong, warm arms came from behind me, with a soft grunt he took the knife from my hands and spun me around, wrapping his fingers through the loops on back of my jeans. His dark hair covering his eyes, he looked through the hair at me. Lifting the knife up for me to see, he slid it through a belt loop. “Got it?” He asked. I nodded in reply, my cheeks red with the fact his hands were still on my waist.

I couldn’t take these memories anymore. For all I knew, they were all dead. Or if some weren’t, they assumed I was. I’m sure of it. My family was gone, again. And I couldn’t help but blame myself.

I don’t want to replay that day in my head with what I could have done differently. That heartbreak would kill me. So I kept moving.

As I kept walking, I could swear I heard children laughing. A noise hard to come by these days, and even harder now after being alone. I surely wouldn’t recognize myself with the knotted hair, covered in dirt and blood, some of it was mine.

I picked up the pace, almost as if I was expecting children to come run and laugh by me. I looked around and saw down the road lots of cars lined up. People had to have done that. Survivors had to have done that. I think I was running at this point, I couldn’t tell. My feet have been numb since the last time I slept.

Around the corner from these cars, I saw a wall with a sign that read “ALEXANDRIA”. Holy shit. A town. With walls. I knew walking up to the gates was a bad idea, but at this point if they shot me, they shot me.

My brother was gone, with his wife who became my best friend. Our leader was gone. Same with his son and baby that I had grown extremely close to. The archer, too. And I wouldn’t admit it, but I love that archer.

I walked up the gates, my feet were stunned I had stopped moving. I quietly knocked, with a coarse “Hello?” I hadn’t talked in days, the last drink was from a river probably a day ago.

A man with a dark mullet and khaki shorts opened the gates ever so slightly. “Who are you?” He asked.

“My name is Y/N, is this your community?” I was basically begging. I was fighting tears from welling up in my eyes. A real person.

“I’m not at the liberty to discuss that with you.” He replied sternly. He looked around, as if someone was going to give him an answer. He held a large gun, clearly he didn’t know how to use it. I was frustrated, and I could take him down if need be, but I was going to be civil about this.

“What is it, Eugene?” someone asked him from behind the gate. I swear I’ve heard the voice before, but I thought it was pure exhaustion fueling my delusion/

“One moment, please hand over your weapons.” The man, assumingely named Eugene said. I handed him my knife and my pistol, that maybe had one bullet left in it. Just as quickly as he opened them, he closed the gates. I still had my pocket knife in my backpack. One of those tourists ones with your name on it. Daryl brought it back for me on a run once, and I’ve never used it. Just kept it, like a token.

“I know this knife.” The faceless voice gasped. Now, instead of just the solid wall, both parts of the gates opened and there she was.

Maggie. Maggie Rhee. Tears in her eyes as she held the knife at her waist, her wedding ring my brother gave her shining in the sun. “Y/N?” she said at an almost whisper. I went to reply, but no words came out. Those tears I had been fighting came out in full force as she crossed over to hug me. Her hand at the back of my head as we knelt to the ground to hold each other. Maggie was here, Glenn had to be. And if they were, who knows who else had made it.

I cried into her shoulder for a moment, until she grabbed my face to brush the hair out of my eyes. “I can’t believe it’s really you.” I smiled back at her, bringing her in for another hug. After a few more minutes of tears, we pulled away, stood up, and shut the gates behind us. “Wait here.” she said, running into a house.

I stood there, wiping tears with my shirt. “I’m Eugene.” the mullet man said. Staring awkwardly at me. “Hi.” I said back, taking a deep breath. He went to say something else before someone came out of the house with Maggie, her hands covering his eyes.

I slowly walked towards them. My heart dropped to my stomach and I swear the world stopped. Maggie used her other hand to say ‘Shhh’ to me. I could barely keep it together when she finally removed her hand from his eyes. It was Glenn.

Before he realized it was me I had already gone to hug him. Crying into his thin shirt and sinking to the street. “Oh my God.” he said in reply, coming back down with me, doing the exact same thing Maggie had done. He kissed my forehead and I felt his tears drop onto my head.

“I’m so sorry.” I cried to him. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve listened, I should’ve stayed with you.” He shook his head, sniffled and pulled away. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Y/N. I’m here. Your family is here.” He picked me up from the ground and Maggie came in to hug us again, going to kiss Glenn and wipe his tears. We all sort of exchanged ‘how on earth did you survive’ and ‘you look like shit’ before they took me walking up the street, careful not to tell me about anyone who had died, but who was here. Rick, the kids, Michonne, Carol, Sasha, some people named Tara, Rosita, Abraham, who had come with Eugene. I was in complete disbelief of an entire neighborhood that was safe.

None of them were outside, so seeing me was going to be a surprise, but they had skipped over a certain archer I was missing. While we came up to the porch that Glenn said was Rick’s, I found myself asking if Daryl was here. The couple exchanged looks. Fear took over as I assumed the worst, until Maggie took my hand and nodded. “He’s here, too. Been looking for you for weeks, actually.” My stomach was full of butterflies, even though it had been empty for weeks.

“He was looking for me?” I asked in disarray, the tears that had finally stopped were going to start all over again. My stomach dropped. He searched for Sophia everyday, all day. He never stopped and the heartbreak he has was unbearable. He was sure it was his fault she was gone, and he hadn’t looked hard enough. Glenn nodded. “Ever since,” he looked at Maggie, who looked away onto the street, his voice now lowered “ever since Beth died, he hasn’t been the same.” My heart had broken into a million little pieces. I squeezed Maggie’s hand, quickly saying I was sorry before she assured me she was going to be okay.

Another death that Daryl would blame himself for. I’m certain of that. Probably blamed himself for me running off too.

I followed the pair inside to where Rick was holding Judith on the couch. My first thought honestly was, holy shit a COUCH.

He stood up and smiled, quick to hug me with Judith propped on his hip. He kissed my cheek and brought me in close. I buried my face in his shirt, kissing Judith after. His shirt smelled of fresh laundry, a smell I hadn’t known for a long time. Rick was the most fearless man I had ever met, and I’d be dead without him. All of us would be.

“You’re here.” he broke the silence. I nodded, wiping my tears away. “Don’t know how, but I’m here.” I replied. He smiled again, looking up the stairs to Carl. He raced down them and tackled me into a hug.

“Y/N, I thought you were gone!” He exclaimed. I wanted to reply I thought I was gone too, but instead just laughed. “You couldn’t get rid of me that easy, kid.” playfully knocking his hat off his head. He laughed and flicked me back. “Daryl is not going to believe this.”

My eyes grew to the size of saucers. I was bursting at the seams. I wanted to see him more than I needed a shower at this point. I was looking out the window Rick was seated in front of when I said “Speaking of Daryl, where is he? Where’s everyone, I need to-“ The question didn’t matter anymore. There he was on the street, looking directly through the window. Almost through me. He took a few steps back, as if he was going to take off running. Like I was a ghost.

If anyone said anything to me, I couldn’t be sure. My legs carried me out the door and down the stairs, and into his strong arms. Arms I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. The ones that held me late at night when I was cold, the ones who taught me how to shoot, even shot his crossbow once, the ones I cried into when we lost the farm, the ones I took naps on during long car rides. Home. I was home.

We didn’t say anything to each other. He had dropped his crossbow in the road where he was now holding me, face snuggled into my neck. He was crying. I reached up to rub the back of his head with my hand. “Been awhile, huh?” I whispered, sarcastically, desperately trying to break the silence. He pulled away, tears hidden under his overgrown hair. “Thought I lost ya” He put his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes and smiled. “Never.” I said, placing my hands on his face. His response was the same, putting his hands on mine and giving me the gentlest kiss to ever touch my lips.

Didn’t think the entire community had to watch this go down, especially since that was our first kiss, but it makes for a fun story now. We both sniffled and looked into each others eyes, his blue ones glistening with tears. “Didn’t know I had to go missing for you to kiss me like that, Daryl.” Hearing myself say his name made my heart skip a beat.

He broke eye contact and looked towards the ground. “See ya kept those boots.” he remarked. I pulled his gaze back up to meet mine.

“I thought after long enough they could bring me home.”

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[dixondystopia]

From the Forest: Part 2

Masterlist

~Daryl leads you to the farmhouse to get stitches~

~This is a slow story, more romantic stuff later on ;)

Warnings: Typical Walking Dead violence, swearing, arguing.

Word count: 3,254

You and Daryl walked through the woods together, you stumbling behind, head still fuzzy from exhaustion and legs still feeling like half done jello.

You wanted to know a little more about him and his camp before you went to them, already being too tired to escape if you had to. So after a bit of quiet, you sparked up a conversation, deeming like the archer wasn’t the talking type and wouldn’t start it himself.

“So who’s the girl you're looking for?” You ask from behind him.

Daryl grunted. “Name’s Sophia. She’s the kid of one of the women in our group. Got separated by a Walker and got lost.”

“Ah. How long has she been missing?”

“Week-and-a-half at least.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, none of your problems.”

You shrug, leaning against a tree momentarily as you stumble along. “Doesn’t mean I can’t feel bad for her… You the dad?”

Daryl made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a huff of a laugh. “Nah, I met her and ‘er mom just a few months ago.”

“Sorry, I wasn't trying to assume anything.”

“Notta big deal,” He grunted.

Silents.

“So… What kind of people are in your group? How many?” You ask.

Daryl glances over his shoulder, looking at you suspiciously. He didn’t respond.

“Look, I'm not trying to spy on your camp or anything, I just want to know the kind of people there before I go. I’ve been to my share of bad camps before and I don’t want to get dragged into another,” You say, and stop walking.

Daryl kept walking. “Up to you If you wanna come to get yer arm fixed. Just don’t be thinkin’ you're gonna get to stay. One night to get that stitched up, and tha’s it.”

You start walking again, staying behind him. “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

He paused for a moment as he walked before speaking.

“We’ve got some police officers. Women, children, some farmer types.”

You relaxed a little. If there was one kind of person that would still be good during the apocalypse, it would be the police… Or at least you found comfort in the thought of it.

“Good to know.”

Daryl grunted. “Wha’ about you.”

“What about me?”

“Who are ya?”

You thought about it.

“I’m just me, I guess… I would consider myself a good person. I have- well, had- a lot of weird interests… I had a family, too. Few friends. Lost them during the first wave of outbreak,”

Once the silence settled in Daryl started to feel awkward. He didn’t know what exactly to say, so he went with his best guess and what was right.

“ ‘M sorry.”

You smiled slightly to yourself at the irony. “Don’t be. It’s none of your problems.”

By the time the two of you came out of the woodworks into a field, you could see the farmhouse and campsite up on the hill. It looked nice: a large house and a barn, an old shed type of thing, tents and a camper.

You could see people up ahead keeping watch, one on top of the camper and another standing at the edge of the camp watching the two of you closely. It was still too far away to see faces or the kind of people they looked like, though.

As you got closer the person on the camper, a blond woman, called to the others. Another woman with a mostly shaved head came running out, getting stopped by the man watching you closely from the edge of the camp. The man held out his arm, said something you could not hear from your distance, and the woman covered her face before turning away and disappearing into the camper.

Another man, bulkier with an almost completely shaved head, came out of the camper, hand on his hip, walking towards the top of you.

“Who the hell’s this?” the broad-shouldered man shouted as he approached, and the second man caught his shoulder.

“Shane, wait-” The second man started, but the broad-shouldered man, Shane, shoved it off.

You could see Daryl tense up and square his shoulders more as they approached, looking even more bitter, and somehow slightly bigger.

When the two men were in front of you and Daryl, all of you stopped walking and stood.

Shane gave Daryl a look that said everything he needed to know.

“ 'Er name’s Y/n,” Daryl grunted. “Just here for Hershel to give ‘er some stitches.”

You held up your wrapped arm to show them, standing slightly behind Daryl. The two men who had approached the two of you were intimidating enough, but Shane was really, really glaring at you now. You shank a little from behind Daryl.

Shane’s eyes shifted from Daryl, to you, then back to Daryl as he spoke. “The hell are you thinking?” Shane glared, and the other man caught his shoulder again.

“Shane, cool off,” He hissed, and Shane walked off, rubbing his head before circling back around again.

“Daryl I just think you like causing havoc- keepin’ up this desperate search for a dead girl and then bringin’ back randos?!” Shane yelled, squaring up to Daryl again. Daryl squared up to him, glaring.

“Hey! I’m getting close to finding the girl-” Daryl squared up to him as the second man tried to push them apart.

“Are you? Really!? You just made Carol think you found Sophia by bringing another chick up here- she thought it was her girl!” Shane spat. Daryl was slightly taken aback, but didn’t show it.

“Wasn’t my intention prick!” Daryl hissed back.

The other man got himself between the two men, pushing them apart.

“Both of you cut it out,” He hissed, brows knitted together in a glare. He looked at Shane, giving him a warning look, before turning back to Daryl.

“I'm going to assume you had a damn good reason for bringing a stranger back here,” The man said quietly, looking at you before back at Daryl.

“Just needs ta get ‘er arm fixed up, then she’ll leave,” Daryl said, matching the man’s tone.

The man watched you for a moment, then took a breath. “You know we’re on thin ice with Hershal already…” He muttered to Daryl, who gave a curt nod.

“Just needs stitches…” Daryl muttered, matching his tone again.

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, waiting a moment before speaking. He looked over to you and your bloodied arm wrap. “Fine. Take her to Hershel.”

Shane looked outraged. “Big mistake Rick! We start letting rando’s in who knows what’ll happen!”

“Shuddup Shane,” Rick hissed. “We don’t have time for your bullshit.”

Shane glared at him. “I save your boy and this is how you repay me? By putting Carl and Lori in dangor again?!”

“I-I won’t be a problem… Seriously, just let me get the stitches, then I'll leave…” You say, interrupting them before they could keep arguing. You had seen enough men argue that you knew that interrupting them usually ended badly, but you could sense that the argument was just going to keep going.

Shane glared at you, rubbing his head again before turning and storming off.

Rick sighed, looking back to Daryl. “Take her up to Hershal… She’s not staying the night unless she absolutely has to…”

Daryl nodded, and began walking up the hill. You followed behind him, holding your swollen and painful arm.

You were hoping to trust this place, but after what you saw between the men Rick and Shane, you doubted the safety of this camp just as much as your last one.

Daryl led you inside the farmhouse, going to the doorway of a small bedroom. There was a little boy in the bed, shirtless with a patch on his stomach. A man with white hair was over the boy, a stethoscope on his stomach, shifting over to his heart.

The boy had his eyes open, and he was talking with someone else, a woman with black hair, sitting in a chair on the other side of his bed. She immediately looked up to you and Daryl.

She gave a small smile to Daryl before noticing you, and she tilted her head in confusion. She looked back at Daryl with confusion, brow’s frowned.

“Hershel,” Daryl grunted, and the silver haired man looked up, taking the stethoscope out of his ears, looking at Daryl.

Daryl nodded once. “Gotta girl that needs stitches.”

Daryl then looked at you, and you stepped into the room holding your swollen arm.

Hershel sighed, looking you up and down. “I don’t think I've seen you before.”

“I don’t think I have, either,” The woman said, looking at Daryl for answers, seeming slightly irritated.

“ 'Er name’s Y/n. Just needs some stitches, then she’ll leave,” He said.

The boy was watching you then Daryl. “Any luck with Sophia…?” He asked. You looked at him. He sounded so young.

Daryl shook his head. The boy looked disappointed.

“I’m sure we’ll find her… Right?” The woman said, looking back at Daryl, running a thumb over the boy's hand.

Daryl nodded. He turned back to you. “Stay with them. Be back in a bit.”

And with that, he turned and left, leaving you slightly confused.

The woman sighed, seeming to notice your confusion. “Sorry, he’s like that.”

You shake your head. “It’s ok…”

The woman nodded. “My name is Lori by the way, and this is my son, Carl.”

Carl gave you a tired smile.

You nodded. “I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you both.”

Hershel stood up, grabbing a bag of supplies. “We’ll work on this in the other room…” he muttered, then looked back at Lori. “Your boy sounds fine. He’s well on his way to recovery.”

Lori looked relieved. “Thank you.”

Hershel nodded. “No problem…” He turned to you. “Let’s get that arm stitched up.”

Daryl walked into the camper, finding Carol in the back, knees tucked to her chest, forehead resting on her arms.

She looked up from her spot on the floor, her face red and tear streaked. Daryl watched her for a moment, expressionless.

Carol took a breath, burying her head in her hands again, wiping off her face.

Daryl stood, watching her.

“Did… Did you find any leads on Sophia?” She muttered, looking up at him, her voice sounding weak and broken. Daryl hesitated before shaking his head slowly.

Carol took another deep breath, running a hand across her face.

Silents settled over the camper.

“I haven’t found your girl…” Daryl muttered, his voice low and gravely. “But I will… Promise.”

Carol looked up at him, her face saddened, watching him before she nodded.

“Thank you…” She muttered.

Daryl gave a small nod, then left the camper without another word…

The stitches didn’t take as long as you had thought, but definitely longer than you had hoped. They’re supply of painkillers was low, so the whole process was done without. Hershel made sure to tell you that this wasn’t because you were an outsider, and if anyone else needed this process they wouldn’t get painkillers either. He also explained that most of them had been used on Carl when he had gotten shot.

You couldn’t watch him doing the stitches without feeling sick, so instead you distracted yourself by looking around the room, out the windows, and talking to Hershel. You learned quite a bit about the people in the camp, about Carol losing Sophia, and the showdown constantly going on between the policemen Shane and Rick. Hershel thought it was fair to warn you about them in case you ended up staying with their camp.

Hershel was just finishing up your stitches when Rick came into the dinning room where the two of you were seated. He watched for a moment, hands on his hips, running a hand over his sweaty face before sighing.

“Y/n, right?” He said to you, and you nodded. “How’d you cut yourself? Walkers or…”

“No, not Walkers. People. Bad people…” You said, trailing off. “Hershel mentioned you were a policeman? Glad to know there are still some of you around.”

Rick nodded once. “About those bad people. How many? Where are they?”

You shake your head. “I’ve explained this all to Daryl before he invited me to come get fixed up. It’s a camp full of them, but it was only a few of them that did this. I don’t doubt the whole camp is like that though, no one there took the world breaking down so well.”

“The world is not broken down,” Hershel said, giving you a wary eye as he tied a knot in your stitches. “Just sick for now. We will rebuild into something new, just like we have throughout all of history.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “You're right… And I really hope we do.”

Hershel watched you, seeming slightly happy to have someone agree with him for once.

You sigh, turning your attention back to Rick. “As for how far away they are, I don’t know. I was running from them all night before I ran into Daryl… Not to mention the travel time from their camp to when I started running… I’m not sure where their camp is, either. I hadn’t been there for very long, and I’m not used to this area.”

Rick sighs, nodding, sounding disappointed. “Alright then…”

Hershel spoke up after a bit. “Your arm isn’t in a very good condition… How long did you have it unwrapped, and was it wrapped only in this…?” He gestured to your bloody shirt. You realize you were still wearing Daryl’s shirt, too, but you didn’t have time to think about giving it back to him right now.

“Hard to say… I think I ran a couple hours before getting it covered. I couldn’t risk stopping when they were chasing me.”

Rick’s brows frowned. “Chasing you?”

You nod slowly. “Chasing me. Five guys, leading me out into the woods saying they were going to teach me how to use a gun, but really they were just going to use me.”

Rick nodded, understanding. He had dealt with this kind of thing before the apocalypse, being a police officer let you see first hand how bad people can be.

Hershel broke the silents. “And you wrapped it in this?” He held it up with tweezers. It was dirty and coated with dried blood, some spots still damp with the foul red stuff. You let a sigh escape your lips, and nodded.

Hershel sighed. “The possibility of infection is high, then. Can’t know for sure yet, but with the swelling in your arm and the dirtiness of the wrap…. Chances are pretty high it’s infected. I can’t use disinfectants like rubbing alcohol with how deep this is, either.”

Your eyes widened slightly and your brows frowned. Rick rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Do we have any medications for that?” Rick asks, his hands returning to his hips.

“I do. I can give you something to help with the inflammation, but it would be wise to stay a couple of nights just to make sure it won’t get any worse… Blood poisoning is possible, and is going to be difficult to treat without the right equipment,” Hershel said.

You swallowed. Rick sighed.

Rick looked at Hershel, then you. Hershel raised his eyebrows.

Rick let out a slow sigh. “You can stay with us for a couple of days… Just until you heal enough to be out on your own.”

You let out a small breath of relief. “Thank you… I’ll try to help out however I can,” You say, looking between Rick and Hershel.

“You need to rest your arm. Don’t strain it, or it’ll get worse,” Hershel said. You nodded.

Rick nodded. “I’ll talk to the others and see where we can put you for the night…”

It took the group a while before they decided where to put you. They had an extra tarp they had rigged up as a tent, and a spare sleeping mat for you. The only issue was where in the camp to put you.

After a half hour discussion, accompanied by some yelling from Shane and some eye rolling from Lori, some good points from Dale and some counter points from Andrea, they finally decided to put you away from the camp, on the outskirts of their borders, next to Daryl’s set up.

Shane's argument was that if Daryl brought you here, you should get to sleep next to him, and be his problem. This led to some small arguments, before finally the group decided it was right.

Daryl and Rick begrudgingly agreed, and soon your tent was set up a little ways from Daryl's tent. Short enough away that if something happened Daryl would be there, and far enough from the rest of the group to keep them from worrying.

Daryl and Glenn helped you set up a tent there. You would have helped, but Glenn made sure you didn’t because of your arm.

By the end of the day, you were dead tired from everything that had happened. You were hungry, too. You had been given water shortly after your stitches were done, but not any food yet.

The rest of the camp was by a fire, eating dinner and making their way to bed.

Your stomach rolled and grumbled as you laid in your tent, and you used a finger on your good hand to trace circles on the floor. You couldn’t exactly ask them for food: they had made it more than clear you were a burden already.

Footsteps began approaching your tent, and you stuck your head out to see who it was. It was Daryl, approaching your tent in the darkness, something in his hands.

Right as you could tell what it was in the absence of light, he handed it to you.

“Here. Eat,” He said, giving you a can of beef raviolis with a spoon sticking out the top before sitting down in front of his own tent, wiping down some arrows dirtied from his most recent hunt.

“Thanks…” You muttered, trying to eat politely, but your hunger took over and you finished it in a hurry, scraping the bottom of the can to get all the excess sauce.

You watched him for a moment, his hands working to clean off all the blood and mud from the arrow tips.

After a while, you spoke. “Why did you bring me food? You didn’t have to…” You say, still holding the can in your hands.

Daryl grunted. “I ain’t gonna let you starve just ‘cause they don’t want ya around.”

You nodded, watching him in the dark. “Thanks…”

Daryl grunted. “You say that a lot.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, kind of my thing I guess.”

You watched him for a moment longer.

“Seriously though, I mean it. Pretty much everyone else I've run into sense the world ended wouldn’t have done that for me… Not just the food thing, but saving me from a Walker, bringing me back to your camp to get stitches…” You say.

He waited a moment, cleaning off the last of the arrow heads.

“Notta big deal…”

You chuckled. “It is for me, you saved my life.”

Daryl grunted, putting away the arrows. “Just focus on gettin’ some sleep… Must be exhausted.”

You nod. Exhausted was an understatment. “Yeah, I am…” You crawl back into your tent, speaking to him one more time before closing the tent flap.

“Good night, Daryl…”

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Twenty-Six: Busted

Summary- 5.3k. Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Everyone is getting together for a dart tournament at Paulie's when everything is derailed before the night even starts.

Warnings- Unwanted attention from drunken men, vicious comments and name calling, fighting, police not taking the situation seriously, talk about Curtis's past and his mental health.

A/N- Thank you so much! Everyone who takes the time to like, share, comment, leave me messages and asks. Especially those who just feel seen in this storyline. You all have all my gratitude and appreciation. (let's be honest, I totally tear up and get all emotional) You all honestly are part of the reason I continue writing and sharing. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today for editing. Dividers made by the talented @firefly-graphics

A/N 2- Is there an award for terrible titles? Cause I should have that trophey.

Chapter Twenty-Five / Masterlist

You, Claude and Yona drove together after getting done at the school for the week, heading straight for Paulie's. The three of you were getting ready in Yona’s car, laughing amongst yourselves as makeup was applied in the car's vanity mirrors and someone played lookout while the other changed in the backseat. While you were doing the finishing last touches on your outfit, Claude was filling you and Yona in about having her first official weekend with Sophia present. You were finishing up your lipstick while in the backseat Yona helped Claude do her hair. “How are you feeling about this weekend?” 

“I’m excited. I have a bunch of games and stuff to do with her. I just… want her to like me being around when she's with her dad?” Claude fretted a bit, glancing out the window while Yona calmly braided her long hair in an intricate pattern. 

“You don’t have much to worry about. Sophia likes just about everyone. Ella and Grey are pretty good co-parents.” You assured her. “What are you doing this weekend Yona?” 

The woman whipped a couple of ties in Claude’s hair, patting on the braids to make sure none of them were loose. “Tomorrow I’m taking Edgar to do some indoor rock climbing.” She grinned in excitement. “He claims he isn't scared of heights and it's something I love doing, so we will see.” 

“Okay, that sounds pretty cool and Yona, are you like a professional stylist?!” Claude was leaning between the seats to look in the rear view mirror at the tight curls of braids Yona made in her hair, her head tilting left and right to check them out. “I would have paid a small fortune for this at a salon.” 

Yona shrugged as if it was no big deal. “I used to do my friend's hair all the time at home. What about you?” 

“Oh, I think tomorrow we are gonna have a game night with Tanya, Timmy, Ella and I think Grey was coming around too with you and Soph?” You asked Claude and she gave a nod confirming it. “Okay, I’m ready to get inside. Are you guys?” Another glance out the window made you catch sight of Curtis’s truck in its usual place as well as quite a few other regulars and out-of-state plates, meaning it was going to be a busy night.

Which you didn’t mind, that meant Curtis would spend some of the time helping Paulie at the bar making great tips and giving you a chance to shamelessly check him out while he was working. It always made some fun flirting and usually sneaking off together much to Paulie's dismay. Claiming his place of business was reputable. 

“I'm ready,” Claude said as she pushed the door open and the three of you piled out of the car to make your way to the front door, where a group of men were just stepping out and headed back to the cars that had out-of-state plates on them. None of you paid any attention to passing the loud boisterous group till one reached out to grasp your arm, stopping you in your tracks with surprise. 

“Where you running off to sweetheart?” He flashed a grin that was supposed to be flirtatious but came off more leering than anything. It made your heart tighten, reminding you so much of Jake’s grin that he flashed whenever he had you cornered. Your eyes widened in alarm as you pulled your arm from the stranger's grasp. 

“No thank you, not interested.” You said to brush him off, going to sidestep around him to re-join Claude and Yona who just noticed that you were no longer with them. You weren’t allowed to leave though, he stepped back in front of you, blocking your way. 

“Come on, I’m just trying to be nice. You could at least give me a smile.” His gaze fell down your body. You felt sick at his gaze, taking in your figure as if he was contemplating how easy you might be. From the gleam in his eyes, he wasn’t thinking you would pass him up. 

“Let me go.” You said calmly, good at hiding the flutter of unease building. 

“Y/N… You all good?” Claude re-joined you, glaring at the man in your path as she hooked her arm through yours, making you both a joint team. 

He sneered at the two of you, his circle of friends coming to enclose the space further cutting you and Claude now off from the door. There were a few cold snickers and the heavy smell of alcohol coming off of them. 

“Yeah, let's get inside, I’m sure Grey and Curtis are expecting us.” You went to lead Claude through an opening between the strangers but that too was cut off. Over their shoulder, you saw Yona take a few steps as if to join you but then dart inside. You were sure she was going for some help. 

In the few seconds all this took place, you felt helpless. It would take too long to grab the pepper spray from the keychain in your jeans pocket and Claude was gearing up to swing a punch, you felt her practically vibrating with anger next to you. “What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Fucking dickheads, MOVE.” She snapped, pushing against one's chest to back them up a step.

He was bigger though, an unmoveable force who she bounced off.

The original prick barked out as he waved a hand towards you. “That’s the problem with the girls around here, ungrateful bitches.” He stepped in closer to you, brushing against you momentarily to make you stumble back, his hands once more catching you to pull you aggressively in while you yelled with alarm, slapping at him while losing contact with Claude. “You should be thanking me for being willing to fuck someone like you.” 

You could have sworn you felt bile roll up your stomach while his liquored breath soured the air you were breathing, panic starting to set in. 

“Let her the fuck go.” Claude yanked at you once more into her hold and you lifted your arm, throwing a punch at the drunk stranger. Your aim fell wildly off its mark but it was enough for Claude to pull you out of his reach and then a sharp roar came up behind them. You only saw a flash of Curtis’s dark face, enraged before he struck. His fist landed firmly against the back of someone's head, pitching them against one of their drunk friends. 

“Get your fucking hands off those girls.” His voice was deep with anger, while he shoved his way between you and them, his fist landing in someone's gut, making them keel over and throw up the liquor. Grey came up to block you and Claude, sending you out of the mayhem while Edgar barrelled out of the bar to help Curtis. Yona followed out right behind him to get you guys inside. 

“Someone has to help them.” You rushed, ready to go right back out but Grey caught you to pull you back into the bar. Paulie was coming out with a bat in his hands muttering to himself as he went to go outside and from the distance, police sirens could be heard. “Curtis and Edgar are outnumbered, Grey.” You said in a panic and he shook his head at letting you go back outside. Claude and Yona went around the back of the bar to search for a first aid kit. 

“Trust me, it won’t last long. Curtis and Edgar are fine.” Grey assured you, catching you from slipping around him. “This isn’t either of their first fights. Just stay, okay? Curtis would ring my neck if I let you back out there. ” He let you go and moved to slip back outside. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” You swore, waiting all of ten seconds to burst out of the door following Grey. Several cop's cars were flashing lights and scattered around the parking lot. Officers were dragging both Curtis and Edgar into the back of one of the cars. “Hey!” You dashed down the steps to yet again be blocked by another man. 

A sober cop this time. You glared up at him while pointing to the car you just saw Curtis and Edgar piled into. “Miss, go back inside.” 

“Why the hell are you arresting them!?” Your voice raised in question. “They saved me and my friend from being harassed and assaulted.” 

“By who?” The officer stepped aside to show the majority of the men from before bloodied and being helped up. 

“Them obviously.” You snapped. “That one blocked me from going to the bar and the rest joined in him taunting us. Fuck, he even grabbed me.” 

“Okay Miss, we can take you down to the station if you want to put in a formal statement against them.” 

“You still didn’t answer why you arrested Curtis and Edgar. Why not those men?” 

You could see the flash of irritation at you, another officer coming up to join him. “Miss, please calm down.” 

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down.” Your arms folded defensively against your chest as you kept pushing for an answer. “Why?” 

“Because Everett and Bell assaulted those men and…” He waved his hands at Paulie’s “Intoxicated.” 

“That is utter fucking bullshit.” You spat out and they narrowed their eyes at you. “Claude and I were attacked first and they haven’t been here long enough to be intoxicated. The guys who grabbed me, they’re the ones that are intoxicated!”

“That’s not your call to make Miss… What is your name?” 

“Y/N.” You snapped out. “When can they be picked up then?” You were raging now at the utter unfairness of what was going on. The men who harassed you were being treated by a few EMTs for what looked like bloody, possibly broken noses. They had all miraculously sobered up enough to put on a decent act. “Yes, I will be putting in a report on them.” You were shaking while you leaned enough to look around the cops. “THOSE ASSHOLES HARRASSED ME.” You flipped them the bird while behind you Paulie came up, bat still in hand. 

“She’s right, I just kicked them out for trying to start a fight.” 

“Yes, we are being told it was more like the other way around. That Edgar and Curtis were trying to start something inside with them and they left.” 

Paulie snorted in disgust while you rolled your eyes at them. “Bullshit, Curtis, and Edgar weren’t doing anything but hanging out at the dartboards waiting on the girls for a game. It’s a tournament night here. This lot took up the slot next to them and started in on them looking for a fight. Kicked 'em out, we all look out for each other here. It was my mistake not checking outside to see who was in the parking lot.” Paulie gave you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Y/N, if I just followed them out, and made sure they left...” 

You put a hand on your friend's arm, smiling at him to assure him you weren’t upset. “Don’t, you had no idea they would mess with us too.”  

“Well, we will look into it, if you got cameras set up or anything.” One officer offered a way to a solution, the other looked like he wanted to be doing anything other than dealing with you and Paulie. 

“Yeah, I have some covering the front door, it should see everything that happened out here.” He motioned to go inside, the officer following him. That left you with the one who seemed to not give a shit. 

“So, I just have to go to the station to get Curtis and Edgar?” 

“We will still be keeping them overnight.” 

You wanted to continue about how ridiculous it was, but it was clear that was the most you were going to get. Turning away, you went back into the bar to grab your stuff. “They are not letting Curtis or Edgar out tonight.” You informed the group, Yona immediately grabbed her jacket to slip back on. 

“I can drive us over.” She informed. “They were arrested?” 

“Yeah, supposedly for being publicly intoxicated. And possibly assault.” Claude handed you your purse you had ditched earlier. 

“Do you want me and Grey to go?” She questioned worriedly while Grey went to dig out his car keys. 

“No, Grey you probably shouldn’t go if you have had anything to drink or else they will find some bullshit to charge you with.” You sighed in aggravation. 

He hesitated before pulling you aside. “Listen, I don’t know what Curtis has told you, but they might give you a bit of a hard time.” 

“Why?” You frowned while listening. 

“It isn’t the first time he has been arrested for fighting and it’s been quite a while but they don't let shit go.”

“Of course.” You pinched the space between your forehead and nose. “Okay, thanks. I will drop you guys a message later about what's going on.” You waved at Grey, Claude, and Paulie on your way out with Yona. 

That little dark thought lodged in your brain, wondering if Curtis was hiding his previous arrest from you all along, or was it something he simply never thought to bring up? 

Edgar paced back and forth in the cell while Curtis leaned back against the wall, one leg stretched out ahead of him and the other folded closer to him, bouncing now and then with anxious energy. They hated this, both of them but all they could do was wait it out. The likelihood they would be let go tonight was slim. Not with his previous track record. 

His eyes were closed as he pictured the look on your face as you looked up at that asshole blocking your way on purpose. You looked calm at that moment, but he could see how wide your eyes were, shining way too brightly with alarm. He had been intent on just approaching and standing the guy down, already knowing he would back down the second he saw him.

But then the bastard had stepped into your space, purposely making you stumble back in an attempt to keep yourself out of his reach, laid a hand on you and that’s when Curtis was ready to rip the man’s head off. 

Curtis did manage to lay the man flat out with the promise that if he ever laid a hand on you or any woman again, Curtis was going to rip him apart. That was when the cops showed up. Familiar faces from years ago dragging him off and slapping cuffs on him. 

‘Bout time we brought you in again.’

He ground his teeth in aggravation at the memories it dragged up, his eyes slitting to open, watching Edgar pace back and forth muttering about asshole cops. Curtis worried about how you were dealing, were you okay? He knew Claude, Grey, Yona, and Paulie would make sure you were fine, but he just kept picturing your face. Hearing you afterward calling his name as the door slammed on him. 

You looked pissed at that moment and he couldn’t help smiling at that. 

“What are you grinning at?” Edgar stopped pacing and slouched on the bench next to him, still a ball of nervous energy. 

“Just thinking about Y/N giving those officers hell.” 

Edgar laughed then, leaning back much like Curtis was. “I saw out the back window, she was mad. Not like it do us any good, but she looked like she was ready to deck him.” 

“Yeah, she did.” Curtis barked a laugh. “I don’t think I have ever seen her mad like that before.” 

“When do you think they will let us out?” 

“They won’t, not till morning at least. Public intoxication and all that.” 

“Bullshit charge, we hadn’t even finished a beer yet,” Edgar muttered in outrage, glancing around the empty cell. “I hate this.” 

“So do I.” Curtis pushed up to stretch himself out, the bench a hard unrelenting place. He would much rather be in his bed with you, soft, and warm in his arms. “Probably those bastards will just get a slap on their hand and let go too.” 

“Fuck I hope not.”

It was hours later when they were finally let go, served with papers for fines they needed to pay. Charges were dropped against them for assault, much to Curtis’surprise. You and Yona were sitting out in the lobby, both of you huddled in the uncomfortable seats, heads leaning against one another in what must have been an unrestful sleep. Edgar was gentle when he touched Yona, his hand brushing along the side of her face, whispering her name. Curtis squatted in front of your seat, letting his hands slide over yours till your eyes slipped open and you gave him a sleepy smile, sliding forward to hug around his neck. 

“Hey, I didn’t think they were ever going to let you out.” You muttered into the crook of his neck

He squeezed you back assuringly, rubbing at your back. “They like to drag ass over this stuff. You ready to go home?” 

“Please.” You pulled back to let him go and Curtis held you against him a second longer before letting you ease off the seat, pulling himself back up to a stand. In the parking lot, you said goodbye to Edgar and Yona, who were quick to promise to call later to reschedule the missed triple date at the bar but you could tell they just wanted to head home. Neither had gotten a lot of sleep that night. Curtis was relieved to see his truck already there. 

“Grey?” 

“Yeah, he said he had a spare to your house and grabbed your extra keys.” You dug them from your purse to hand over to Curtis. 

Getting in, the drive back to the house was quiet. But not the typical comfortable kind that happened between you two, more like you had something on your mind and it was worrying you, causing unspoken tension. “Did you stay there all night Honey?”

“Hmm?” You turned back towards him just as he was pulling into the driveway, next to your car. “Oh yeah, Yona was set on staying till she at least saw Edgar, and good luck getting me to leave after what happened. Every time we asked to see either of you, they had an excuse not to let us talk to you.” You paused as if collecting your thoughts. “They seemed to not like you. At all.” 

“Mmhh, yeah,” Curtis said, he wasn’t ready to elaborate and you let it die there for now. Instead, you both made your way into the house, yawning loudly as you looked at the time. 

“Good morning, about the time I typically wake up.” You chuckle and Curtis rubbed at his face, making himself go cross-eyed a bit. 

“How about today we nap in bed instead, take a real lazy day?” 

“I could really go for that.” You shrugged out of your jacket and hung it up, offering to take his. 

“Deal, you wanna go get comfy upstairs and I will be up with some snacks?” Curtis offered. 

“I can make you something if you want?” You hesitated at the foot of the stairs, thinking out loud. “I have those veggies diced up and you got eggs, I saw them in there yesterday. I could make us western omelets.”

Curtis shook his head, directing you back towards the stairs. “Nope, I got it. Go shower if you want and get comfy… wear that tee of mine I love so much?” 

You went up a few steps, twisting to face him while still inching up the steps, grinning. “That and what else?” 

“Absolutely fucking nothing.” He gave a feral grin, even as tired as he was and you laughed while finishing going up the stairs. Curtis heard the house's old pipes groan, signaling you started your shower. It gave him plenty of time to get some of the quick easy snacks he had in the house. Grabbing some of Sophia’s granola bars, a bag of your favorite goldfish, his stash of Oreo cookies, and some other randoms he found in the pantry. Then he was sure to make you a cup of your favorite tea with generous dollops of honey to sweeten it to your liking. He took a quick sip, making sure it was how you liked it. 

Curtis finally made it upstairs where his bed never looked so good. Especially with a few of your clothes littered on it from where you undressed to shower. Dropping the snacks at the foot of the bed, he heard you turn the water off, steam flowing from out of the shower. Yanking off his shirt and pants, he walked into the bathroom in his boxers, preparing the tub for himself while you stood at the mirror doing a few last-minute things. 

“There’s a cup of tea on your nightstand Honey.” He brushed a kiss to your still bare shoulder, the towel firmly wrapped around you while you rubbed some of your lotion on your face and down your neck. 

“Thanks Curtis, water should be plenty hot. I was quick.” You smiled at him in the mirror while he shed the last of his clothes and slipped in behind the curtain. 

You finished what you were doing, sure to clean the sink off while listening to the water splash around Curtis, now and then the curtain would move with his movements. You retreated from the bathroom before he finished, crawling up on the bed and letting yourself lean back into the pillows. 

There was a lot to take in over the past several hours. Something you hadn’t let yourself ponder on till now when it was all said and done. You hated the doubt that crept in, the way Curtis had gone after all those men without any hesitation or fear, then Grey making mention that Curtis had been in trouble before. It wasn’t that you thought of Curtis as being violent, not towards you in the least and you had only heard him lose his temper with Edgar at Halloween. But Jake was always such a nice guy until he wasn’t and you never would have guessed that from him. You knew him your whole life, your father and his were partners in their consultation firm. 

But then one day it started and you always allowed it to continue while lying to yourself to be okay with it. As much as you loved Curtis, more than you ever felt for Jake, you couldn’t be that way with someone again. 

Curtis came back out, this time dressed in his plaid pajama bottoms and a faded old tee, ready to crawl into bed next to you. You took an appreciative sip of the tea that he made, letting the warm liquid calm you down a bit more while Curtis slipped into the bed next to you, making a grab for the snacks he had brought up and deposited them on the nightstand, grabbing a couple of oreo cookies and flipping one into his mouth. 

“Thank you for coming to get me at the station Honey.” He finally said, breaking the silence in the room while offering you his other cookie. 

You took it, nibbling on it a second before setting everything in your hands aside. “As I said, after seeing the way those officers were acting, I wasn’t about to leave you there.” 

“They dropped the charges surprisingly,” Curtis admitted while leaning back against the pillows, his hand coming up to your back and tracing patterns in it while he started to relax for the first time. “I wasn’t expecting that.” 

You let yourself sink into the feeling of his fingers on you, making your body slowly loosen from his touch, you were soon easing back and curling up next to him, your hand sliding against his chest while he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side. “They had to drop them after Yona and I went down to fill out our reports against that group, Claude will be going in later today, she told me to do the same thing. Between us and Paulie pulling up his security videos, they weren't able to make anything solid stick. Keeping you overnight was just a way to hold you and Edgar for a while longer." You frowned with frustration.  

Curtis tilted forward to press an affectionate kiss to your forehead, scooping you in closer to him.

"It should have never fucking happened. You, Yona, and Claude should be able to walk across a parking lot at any time." 

You felt the tip of his fingers lift your chin so you looked up at him, the sheer concern in his expression, the way his eyes were a wide blue boring into you, you yet again felt foolish over your concern that this man would in any way hurt you. “Curtis…” You twisted to your hip to face him, letting there be a bit of space between you so you could comfortably look at him to talk. "Yes, I was scared at the moment, but I knew you were close.” 

“Mmmh, They will probably just get a slap on the wrist and nothing further than that.” He practically growled and you let your hand raise to smooth the worried lines in his forehead. 

“Unfortunately that is probably gonna be the case. I hope that they learned a lesson in what the word ‘No’ means though. You and Edgar left them quite a few reminders” You let your hand drop once his forehead smoothed out. “But Grey said that you were familiar with the cops picking you up?” You hesitated, not wanting to bring up his past like this, but you had to know. 

Curtis nodded a bit to confirm. “I can’t say the local Duluth precinct and I are on the best of terms. Of course, this was many years ago, but bar fights weren’t an uncommon thing for me.

You stayed quiet, intent on letting him continue with whatever he wanted to share. “As a young man… I was angry? Lost and unsure of myself, my grandparents did an amazing job being my parents. But I was still mad at the world for having never gotten to have that time with my mom and dad, I never got to see Tyler grow into the man he should have been. I had so many what-ifs built in me. Lillian and Wilford tried to help me, but you know when you are young you miss what is right in front of you.” 

“So all this anger, it turned into fighting?” 

“It did, I would get into it with other people. Looking for it I guess would be the best way to put it. It was the only thing that made me feel good.” He glanced at you worriedly but you kept your features neutral. “I don’t know if I’m explaining it right, I was an angry young man. I’m glad you didn’t know me then.” 

“Hey, we all have our shit, right?” You said with a gentle smile. “Keep going, what happened?” 

“I hit rock bottom. Had to spend some time at a minimum security prison. Not long, but it was several months. My Gram came to visit me several times, and my grandfather did a couple of times. But it was easy to see how disappointed he was. I hated it, I was ashamed of how low I went with it. The judge released me and I went to Nam for a more permanent job.” His fingers flowed up and down your arm, making pleasured sensations settle in you, retaining that connection even while you two were separated a bit to face each other. “Sent me to training and I started from the bottom up. Grandpa was retired by then so I worked up to his position.” 

“You must have wanted the change to work that hard Curtis.” You wiggled a bit closer. “Did all those feelings, the anger… they stop?” 

“Um, I channeled them in a new way. Grey and I were friends during this time, he was always trying to get me to go with him to his uncle's gym, just beyond the school called Big Jon Boxing.

When I got out, I finally took him up on the offer. Big Jon taught me some boxing, tossed me in the ring to punch and kick out all those feelings.” 

You half pushed up, leaning on an elbow. “You’re just sharing with me that you can box?” 

Curtis laughed, shrugging a shoulder. “Yeah, pretty good at it too, not to brag.” 

“Do you still go?” You eased down again, now back in his side, curling a leg through his. 

“I haven’t in a while, not since last summer. Grey was telling me Big Jon was asking when I’m coming back.” 

“So since you met me?” You huffed out, making Curtis chuckle again. 

“Well, I also have some equipment down in the cellar for when I couldn’t go. But yeah… I haven’t felt the need to.” 

You smiled a bit to yourself, it was hard not to feel a bit of pride that Curtis didn’t need such an outlet. Your hand slipped under his tee, tracing your fingertips on his belly, sinking into your thoughts. “Would you go back?” 

“Of course, it is like another home, much like Paulie’s is. I just… haven’t. Actually, in light of what happened, would you like to go?” 

“Me? To a gym?” You wrinkled your nose, the idea of it making you wildly self-conscious. Gym’s always felt like a nightmare, all those fit people and then there is you. You tried, in the past. You went to Jake’s gym using his membership. Always when he was at work, not that he ever said anything, but you could tell that he was embarrassed to see you struggling with the equipment. 

“Yes you Honey. We can teach you some self-defense moves in case you ever feel unsafe or have to be alone.” His hand was assuring on your side, all while his belly flexed under your fingertips. You felt him grasp at the back of your thighs, easing you over him till you were straddling him, leaning against his chest till you pushed up to a sit, using your knees folded under you to keep from leaning too heavily against him. Underneath you he looked perfectly relaxed and content, waiting on you to sort through your doubts and fears about going to the gym. “You could knock Edgar out next time he pisses you off.” He smirked at you and you couldn’t help the little amused smile you gave at your friend's expense. 

“So tempting, but…” 

“But what Honey.” His hands slipped up the bare part of your thighs to grasp gently on your hips and ease you to relax against him. “Tell me.” 

“It’s the gym, full of beautiful fit people.” 

“Nah, this is a cool gym. It’s for everyone.” Curtis said. His hands flexed against your hips, making him smirk a bit up at you. “I could buy you all those hot leggings too. All the leggings.” His eyes glinted up at you wickedly, making you feel heat flush your face and down your chest, your heart race in excitement and apprehension. 

“I have leggings already Curtis, you don’t have to buy me more.” 

“I know and you are always fucking hot in them.” He slipped a hand up your back to lightly grasp the back of your neck, pulling you in close for his mouth to find yours, drawing you into a heated kiss as he set out to prove just what he felt when seeing you in those leggings. Being tired completely forgotten when he flipped you to your back and hovered over you, chaining kisses down your neck and working your shirt up while you did the same with his to toss it away for the rest of the day. 

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My little love

Thanksgiving Day

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: fluffiness!!

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: here’s a little Drabble for our favorite family. I wasn’t so happy with how it ended but I’ve only slept for 6 hours in the last 48👍🏻🥺😴

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Henry had his hair pulled back and his apron on. Big beautiful blue eyes followed your every movement. From his place on the step stool he helped you work. You needed to get back to your normal routine and what was more normal than cooking with Henry?

With a smile on his face he does as you ask. Music plays softly from a speaker and you ask him what he was up to while you were gone. It’s a sweet back and forth as you both move around the kitchen. Henry’s found a love for cooking and you’re more than happy to encourage him. Sometimes Lottie helps but she makes more of a mess than anything. Those days were fun too but Henry was taking this very seriously. You watched as he focused on the task in front of him. Furrowed brows and his tongue poking out as he made sure his job was done perfectly.

“Is this good mama?” He looks up at you.

“It’s perfect. Now we have to get everything in the pot.”

You spend the rest of the morning working on a few different dishes. Lottie and Bucky walk in every so often, mostly to be taste testers. When it gets closer to dinner time everyone gets ready to head to the shared dining room.

****

You were grateful that Sophia had bought the kids an outfit for thanksgiving dinner. There were so many things going on that it was the last thing on your mind but it was their first major holiday and they deserved something special. Lottie wore a shirt and skirt combo with her hair half up and a bow to finish off the look. While Henry left his hair down, his outfit was a t-shirt and jeans. You and Bucky went with sweaters and jeans, something simple but comfortable.

It was good that Tony decided that this year would be family only. Your dad was in the living room watching football with Sophia, Steve, Tony, Joshua and Clint. Bucky joined them after dropping off some of the dishes you’d made. Sam, Sarah, Laura, Pepper, Molly, Luke and now you were going back and forth in the kitchen while the kids ran off to play.

Once everything was ready everyone gathered at the table, even the kids. Everybody got a chance to say what they were grateful for and Henry was next. He kneeled on his chair so that he could be seen.

“I-um,” he looked over at you and Bucky, the nerves getting the better of him. “I’m thankful that you’re my family.”

Some awed at his words.

“I’m thankful that you found me and I don’t have to be with the bad men anymore.” He looks over at Lottie before his eyes settle on you and Bucky. “And I’m thankful for having baby back and that you’re my daddy and my mama.”

Henry gets off his chair and stands between you and Bucky so that he can hug you both. Then he gives Lottie a kiss on the cheek and settles back down on his chair.

Lottie, having picked up what everyone was saying, stands up on her chair. She gets shy for a moment but with some encouragement she speaks up.

“Am tankful fo’ bubba.” She says first and then she lists all of her aunts and uncles and gwandpa, “an am tankful fo’ Steebie.” She gives him a big smile before turning to you. “Am tankful fo’ habing mama home. An habing dada, I lobe dada.” She gets a bit tearful at the end and she reaches for you and then Bucky.

By this point you’re wrecked emotionally but you speak anyway.

“Well,” you clear your throat. “I’m very thankful that I have you all in my life. I’m grateful for being here today, which wouldn’t have been possible without all of you. Most importantly I’m so thankful for you.” You turn to look at Bucky. “Bucky, you make me so happy and I love you so much. I’m so thankful for Henry and Charlotte. I’m so happy to be your mama.” You turn to them to find them both teary eyed. “You two are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Everyone turns to look at Bucky and he rolls his eyes. You chuckle and elbow him lightly.

“Fine.” He huffs before smiling. “Everything Y/N said.”

Sam throws a bread roll at Bucky which causes everyone to laugh while Sam boos.

“Say something.”

“I’m grateful for everyone except Sam.”

Again everyone laughs.

“But really, I am thankful for all of you. You helped me and the kids during one of the hardest times for us.” Bucky turns and takes your hand. “I’m thankful to have you in my life. I love you so much and you are the best mother to our kids. After being freed I never thought I’d find someone that could love me or want to have children with me and here you are proving me wrong. I’m so lucky to be a father to two of the sweetest kids I’ve ever met.” Bucky leans forward and winks at Lottie and Henry. “I love you two so much. Finally I’m thankful for Ed. You’re a great man, I wouldn’t have made it through the last three months without you.”

“Now that’s a speech.”

“Hey pops, why don’t you carve the turkey?” Tony says as he hands the knife over to Eddie.

“Everyone pay attention. I’m gonna show you how it’s done.”

Dinner was great. Everyone laughed and talked amongst themselves. Henry was praised for the food he helped cook. You could tell how proud he was and you’d told him as much.

After dinner and the clean up everyone moved to the shared living room. There was some dancing, games were played and tipsy karaoke happened. During most of this you and Bucky had taken the love seat. Bucky had one leg stretched out on the couch allowing you to sit with your back resting against his chest. His arms kept you safe and close as your hands intertwined with his. Bucky would press kisses every so often against your temple or he’d comment on whatever was happening. Both of you happily watched the others joke around or sang along. The kids couldn’t contain their happiness as they kept running up to the two of you and expressing how much fun they were having.

Later when the kids were in bed, falling asleep easily from all of their excitement over their first thanksgiving and you were in Bucky’s arms, you couldn’t help but think back at what you survived. It was over and you were back home in the arms of the man you loved and your sweet little ones.

There were so many more firsts the kids would be experiencing and you were thankful that you’d get to be there with them.

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Too Young Masterlist Summary: Harry finds out YN is pregnant, with Louis baby.

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It was early August and YN had flown out to New York to visit Harry on tour. Sophia was also visiting Liam and Lottie had joined her on the trip, as it was around her birthday and she wanted to see Louis. 

YN was about twelve weeks pregnant and she still hadn’t told Harry. In fact, the news hadn’t travelled beyond herself, Louis, their Mums and Robin. But each day it was getting harder not to slip up. 

Each day she grew and carried Louis baby, the guilt of sleeping with her brother’s best friend ate her. 

One Direction were playing at the MetLife Stadium that evening, so they all made the most of the free time they had ahead of the show. 

YN and Harry were chilling out in one of the dressing rooms backstage. For a moment YN had snapped out of reality as she chatted and joked with Harry. But the minute the relationship topic got brought up, the reality hit her. 

“Mums worried you’re being seen with different women.” YN raised her eyebrows playfully at her twin. 

“Yeh well she shouldn’t believe everything she reads.” Harry bit back from where he sat on the opposite chair. “Remember when they wrote an article about you being my mysterious woman, you’re my fucking twin and they couldn’t get that right.”.

“Yes okay…I get your point!” YN laughed as she remembered the article all too well, and how they had a good giggle about it. 

“Anyway…enough about my shitty love life.” Harry stated, as he twisted the conversation around. “Have I got anyone to give the big brother talk to?“.

YN’s whole body language changed, she felt nervous, anxious, she was absolutely terrified. In this moment she wished it was only a boyfriend she had to tell Harry about, but in the next few minutes everything was about to change. 

YN shook her head. “No…but uh…I do have something to tell you.”. Automatically YN began to fidget with the bracelet on her wrist. 

Harry noticed his sister’s nervous behaviour and began to sit up straight. “What is it?”. His voice full of panic. “Are you alright?”. 

YN kept her focus on her fidgeting fingers as they played with the metal band. “I’m pregnant.”. YN’s voice was so quiet, Harry almost missed what she said. 

Silence surrounded them, Harry’s eyes stared at YN almost like he was trying to get answers. YN couldn’t even look at her brother in the eye, petrified she was going to be faced with disappointment. 

“You..you’re..pregnant?” Harry was calm, a little too calm. “How?…I mean I know how but…how?”. 

YN bit her lip, her teeth causing the skin to go a darker shade of pink. “I was drunk…we were drunk, it was only suppose to be a one night thing.”. 

Harry wasn’t one to judge, he couldn’t judge especially when he had enjoyed a night of passion with someone and never saw them again. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of…things happen for a reason.”. Harry tried to be supportive, a reassuring smile on his face. But there was one piece of information Harry needed, wanted, to know. “Who’s the baby’s dad? Do I know him or is it someone you met in uni?”. 

YN thought about lying, but what good was that going to be? She knew the truth always got out. But at the same time, she knew the minute his name rolled off the tip of her tongue, Harry’s mood was going to flip. 

“It’s..uh…um.” The words got stuck in her throat, the anxiety was rolling around her stomach. “It’s Louis!”. 

“Louis?” Harry questioned not quite believing the name that fell from his sister’s lips. “Louis, my best friend Louis?”. The guilty look on YN’s face answered for her. 

Harry didn’t give a second thought when he got up from the seat and marched down the corridors, YN hot on his tail begging him not to say anything. But Harry barged through the door of another dressing room and accidentally pushed Liam out of his way causing him to fall into Zayn. 

“If you don’t keep those hands to yourself then I hope you know I’ll make sure you never use them again!”. Liam abruptly spoke but Zayn nudged him once he saw the anger on Harry’s face. 

“Harry please!”. YN begged, looking at Louis with wide eyes trying to give him the heads up that Harry knew they’re secret. 

“You slept with my sister!”. Harry aimed the statement at Louis, who right now knew it was best for him to remain silent. Liam, Niall and Zayn watched the scene in pure shock. 

“Harry, c’mon you don’t want to-“. Niall tried to calm the situation but failed when Harry’s voice got louder. 

“No Niall…you don’t have a sister…you don’t understand!”. Harry defended his anger. “You have sisters though!”. He looked at Louis with pure disappointment. “Imagine how I feel right… I find out not only did my best friend sleep with my sister….but she’s pregnant with his baby too!”. 

Liam, Zayn and Niall’s eyes found YN whose face was full of embarrassment. Zayn could see how betrayed YN felt right now and how she thought everyone was judging her. He placed his hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her but almost like YN had found her voice, she burst, shocking everyone in the room. 

“You can be angry, you have every right to be…but to announce it to everyone in this room is wrong!” YN raised her voice at Harry. “The news wasn’t yours to share…it was mine and Louis when we were ready…and you can be angry but we are having this baby so you need to get used to it!”. 

With that YN stormed out, leaving a guilty Louis, an angry Harry and three confused boys who couldn’t believe what they just witnessed. 

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𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: you’re hoping to make a good impression on your new boss. there’s just one problem: he’s an asshole. a very hot asshole.

pairings: boss!austin x employee!reader

word count: 2.2k

warning/notes: you guys have begged for more fake dating, so here it is. the beginning of what will be the end. this love story is adorable, and their dynamic is my absolute favorite. can't wait to post part three in the next week.

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“Well I heard he’s quite the looker.” Sophia mumbled under her breath, practically jogging to keep up with your long strides. The last thing you wanted was to be late for the big floor meeting, especially since you were about to be introduced to your new boss. That would be the icing on the shitty cake. Still, you refused to let this morning's parking ticket ruin your good mood. 

“Who said that? Nobody aside from Jeff has seen him, and that was only to finalize his paperwork.” One of the plant's leaves slapped you in the face as you began climbing the stairs, and with a groan you tucked the pot a little closer to your side, freeing up your vision so that you wouldn’t fall forward and bust your ass. You had picked up a little welcome gift for the newbie last night during your trip to the grocery store. It was only once you had gotten home that you realized that the plant didn’t have any plastic marker that stated its “preferences”. You hoped your newfound boss wouldn’t mind doing some googling in order to take care of his new greenery. Thankfully the man would be getting one of the nicer offices, which meant he’d have window space. 

“Martha from the first floor. She greeted him last week when he ran by to sign some papers.” Sophia was already out of breath from quickly climbing the stairs, muttering a few curse words as she tried to keep up with you and your fast pace. 

Martha was also a fifty year old crazy cat lady, so her saying that the mystery man was “handsome” meant nothing to you. If anything you were even more suspect about his good looks than you had been before. You let out a breathy laugh, freeing up one of your hands to open up the door for your best friend. 

“Martha also thinks that the mail delivery guy is a “looker”, and that guy has a receding hairline and buck teeth.” You were quick to fire back. 

Sophia looked like she wanted to argue, but stopped herself, a thoughtful look befalling her face. “Yeah. . . no, you’re totally right. Why didn’t I think of that? He’s probably going to have two heads.” 

You laughed loudly at that, turning to face your best friend as you continued the familiar walk to the conference room. “He’s probably bald- oof!” You grunted as you walked into a solid chest, the potted plant nearly flying out of your grasp. 

The person that you bumped into moved lightening fast, strong arms coming to wrap around both the pot and your arms. A little bit of dirt fell on the ground, and as you stared down at it you began to feel sorry for Javie, the janitor. You loved that tiny man. Behind you Sophia sucked in a breath, though you were too embarrassed to really pay attention to anything else other than the stranger’s dirt covered sleeve. You reached out, brushing off their nice- very expensive- blazer. 

“God, I should have been paying better attention to where I was walking. I’m so sorry.” You apologized, looking up at who you thought was Jeff. 

Because this person was practically a giant compared to most of the people on this floor, and the outfit and shoes? That was at least two months worth of your pay- if not more. Designer, no doubt. When you looked up, rather than meeting Jeff’s familiar brown eyes- you were met with blue. 

And there he was, in all of his glory. Him being “quite the looker” was the understatement of the century. This man was a model. His wire rimmed glasses did nothing to make him look boyish. The stranger in front of you was all man. For a few seconds all the two of you did was stare at each other. The blonde looked just as stunned as you did, his plush lips softly parted, eyes wide as he took in your features. After a moment he cleared his throat, his jaw clenching as he must have realized that the two of you were blocking hallway traffic, his hands still firmly wrapped around you. 

“We’re about to be late for the meeting.” He took a step back, and the loss of his firm grip on your arm nearly took your breath away.

Within seconds his warm, even soft blue eyes had hardened, his outwardly caring exterior turning ice cold. You tossed a look behind you at Sophia, dropping your jaw animatedly only for her to see before moving quickly to fall in step next to your new boss. “I’m so sorry about your blazer. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning-” 

He was already unbuttoning the soiled jacket, shrugging it off of his broad shoulders so that he was only standing in his crisp button up shirt and tie. His waist was narrow, accentuated by his belt. You could tell he was fit underneath all of those clothes. You hated yourself for it, but you were practically drooling. 

“Don’t worry about it. Just work hard for me from now on and we’ll call it even. Yeah?” He cut his eyes over towards you, and though you wanted to shrink under his gaze you merely held your head high and nodded. You were above outwardly fawning over the new guy. 

You weren’t, however, above silently crushing from afar. 

The man commanded the room unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Everything about his posture, his broad shoulders, and the surety of his actions told you that he meant business. Everybody stayed mostly silent as he introduced himself. Austin Butler. He looked like an Austin, you supposed. As he spoke you tried to rearrange the dirt in the pot with your fingers, smoothing it out so that it no longer looked ruined. The card in your purse suddenly seemed like overkill. You wanted him to think that you were nice, not a kiss ass. Then again, you needed to fix the horrible impression you had no doubt left him with earlier. He breezed out of the room the second that he was finished with the meeting, seemingly in a hurry to rid himself of the crowded room. Jeff was nowhere to be seen, but he had sent you an email earlier stating that he might be late coming back from lunch. His wife was out of town and their beloved cat, Mr Samson, hadn’t been eating well over the last week. You stood up, addressing the room with a bright smile. 

“Alright everyone, Jeff is going to be busy for the rest of the day, meaning you’ll either report directly to me or Mr Butler. Jenna? Can you drop by my cubicle before you leave today? I’ve got that Henderson file for you.” The blonde nodded, lazily joining the crowd as they dispersed out of the room. For a second you stood at the head of the long table, your eyes nervously darting back over to Sophia. 

“Thank god I work the payroll. I’d probably have a heart attack if I had to talk to Austin every day.” She mumbled, pretending to fan herself. 

You grabbed the plant off of the table, straightening out your shoulders as you walked over towards the door. “Well- let’s just hope that I didn’t fuck it up already. The last thing I need is for the guy to hate me.” 

You waved your goodbyes before heading straight towards the once unoccupied office. There were a few boxes on the floor, but there weren’t any decorations up yet. No pictures of wives or children, which you hoped meant that he was single. Not like you wanted to date him. . . just ogle from afar. You knocked on the open door, ducking your head in to shoot him one of your dazzling smiles. It usually worked on everyone. Almost everyone. Austin didn’t smile back. 

Your heart rate began to pick up as you held the plant up, giving it a gentle shake before placing it on the edge of his spotless desk. 

“It’s a little bit ironic, but I bought this for you. Consider it a welcome gift from me and my team.” Before he could say anything else, you were already digging into your purse, handing over the card too. 

He slowly took it from you, shooting you an incredulous look before opening it. You weren’t sure why. . . but his standoffish attitude was rubbing you the wrong way. Maybe it was the fact that he was outwardly perfect. You should have expected him to be rude. Pretty people are often rotten on the inside. You cleared your throat, pointing at the card. 

“Just a few words of encouragement. I thought it might make you feel a little more comfortable around all of these new faces. If you ever nee-” 

And then he did it. Did this thing. 

He sighed. He sighed like you were bothering him. Like your presence was a nuisance. Your face fell, your teeth clenched, and all at once you decided that you couldn’t stand Austin Butler. He was blowing you off. Shrugging off your kind gestures. Your unnecessarily kind gestures. Your hands balled up into fists at your sides as you tried to fight off the urge to slap the glasses right off of his pretty-boy face. 

“I’m not trying to be rude, but I’m really busy at the moment.” He was cool guying you. He was totally fucking cool guying you right now. 

“Oh,” Your voice had lowered an octave, shaking with anger. He seemed to notice, his eyes quickly flickering up to meet your face. “I can see that I came at the wrong time.”

You started to walk out of the office, flinching back slightly as you saw Jeff headed towards you with a bright smile. You were heatedly walking off in the direction of your cubicle before the older man could say anything to you. 

It was decided. Set in stone. 

You hated Austin Butler with a passion. 

“Well, what was that about?” Jeff closed the door behind him, nodding off in the direction of the female. 

Austin read over the name again and again, signed in her adorable handwriting. He let out another sigh, tossing the card down onto his desk before he covered his face with his hands. 

“I don’t know. I panicked. Shit, now she thinks I’m an asshole.” His office chair creaked as he leaned back, praying that the floor would swallow him up. 

He had been so overwhelmed in the meeting. He probably came off as cold, which was exactly what he didn’t want to do. His anxiety had gotten the best of him today, and you were proof. Because he had seen you in the hall before you bumped into him. He could have prevented all of that from happening. And how could he not see you? He had been so focused on your button up blouse and form fitting pencil skirt that he had forgotten how to function. And then he learns that not only are you working on the same floor, but working directly under him. Meaning that he would have to talk to you. Every day. Austin didn’t do crushes. He was a workaholic. He was the king of heating up leftovers and eating alone every night. He was too busy for relationships, so it shouldn’t matter that the prettiest girl he had ever seen was just a stone's throw away from him. Right? Right? 

“Well, you’re screwed now.” Jeff smiled smugly, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against the door. 

Austin’s heart jumped up to his throat, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form a sentence. He looked like an idiot. 

“W-What do you mean? I’m screwed? Do you think she hates me? Already?” 

Jeff opened the door a crack, peeking his head out. Austin was quick to stand up from his desk, joining him by the door. And there you were, tossing your purse onto your desk like the inanimate object had personally offended you. He had the perfect view of you from his office. He was doomed. Jeff watched her for a few more seconds before clicking his tongue. 

“. . . Oh, definitely.” 

Austin tore the glasses off of his face, tossing them down onto his desk so that he could rub at his eyes exasperatedly. 

“How do I fix it? God. . . Should I go out there right now?” Austin motioned towards the door with one hand, loosening his tie with the other. It felt like it was choking him. 

“Take her out on a date.” Jeff was smiling smugly again, shaking his head in pretend disapproval. “I can’t believe you already offended the most hot headed female that I’ve ever met. I was gone for an hour.” 

Austin sucked in a breath, his knees buckling underneath him. He had to lean against the desk for support. “I’m not going to take her on a date. I’m her boss, Jeff.” The younger male practically gasped. 

Jeff opened the door, leaving the boy with some parting words.  “I wasn’t born yesterday, Butler. I give it. . . six months. You’ll see.”

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Hoodie

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

[WOSO Masterlist]

You never thought you’d be one of those girls. Break ups happen all the time. People move on all the time. Not moving on, is something you have never found yourself doing. 

You pride yourself in never getting caught up in the past. Dwelling on those who don’t want you isn’t something you’re keen on doing. You’re a big girl, you can handle rejection.

At least you could, until Leah Williamson came along and ruined all of your plans.

Signing for Arsenal has been one of the highlights in your career. A lifelong gooner, you jumped at the chance to play for the club. Leaving behind your friends and family was hard, but it ended up being worth it when you met who you thought was the love of your life. 

The two of you kept it on the downlow for a while. Leah was still fresh out of her break up with Jordan and you were dealing with your own failed relationship. Neither of you were looking for anything serious, but months of spending time with each other both on and off the pitch developed into something real. She asked you to end things or start something real, and you chose the latter option. 

Nearly a year and a half later, the two of you were as happy as could be. Or at least as happy as two people in a secret relationship could be. Neither of you outright told anyone you were dating, but it wasn’t like you were hiding it either. All of the girls on your club team knew about your relationship, but outside of that, everyone just thought you were two close friends, including your national teammates back at home.

You were fine keeping your relationship to yourselves, but you couldn’t deny it bothered you a little bit to not be able to tell your closest friends about your lover. You dropped multiple hints, even outright asked Leah if she thought it was time to go public, but the blonde always seemed to avoid answering your question with ease. 

It all came to a head when you asked if she wanted to go visit your family and friends in the off season. You were set to leave for camp, the WSL season ending soon, but you wanted to check your holiday plans before you left.

When Leah offhandedly said she thought your time would be better spent chilling around London, staying around her family and training here, you snapped. 

“Is it too much to ask if I could introduce you to my friends and family? I’ve met all of yours, Leah.”

She blinks, taken aback by your outburst.

“I can only fend off those ‘are you seeing anyone in London?’ questions for so long before my friends know I’m lying. I love you, Leah. And I want to tell people that.”

“I know you love me. And you know I love you too. Why can’t that be enough for us?”

“I don’t want to hide us anymore.”

“We’re not hiding.”

“We are if no one knows about us except for a couple girls on the team!”

“My family--” 

“Yes! I know your family knows about us. But what about mine? Why can’t my family know about us?” 

Leah follows you as you stalk to the bedroom.

“God, it’s almost as if you’re embarrassed to be seen with me,” you mutter, grabbing your bag off the bed. 

When you look up, Leah’s stiffened, knuckles grown white. She looks like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out.

Your blood goes cold when she still doesn’t answer. “You are, aren’t you.”

“I-- I’m not!” she eventually stutters out. But it’s too late. Her silence has been telling enough.

You leave England fuming. The team can tell you’re in a foul mood, but since none of them know about Leah, they remain oblivious to the real reason you’re so angry.

Sophia tries asking if everything’s okay once. You nearly take her head off. It’s only the memory of her terrified face that has you muttering an apology to the striker a couple hours later.

Camp ends without much fanfare, you play your last game with Arsenal, and then you’re back in the states. You ignore all of Leah’s attempts to talk to you during the two weeks you spend in London before leaving again. You only stay long enough to pack up and send Leah a box of her things from your place before you’re back on a plane headed for LA. 

Christen meets you at the airport and you sink into her hug with a loud sigh. It’s been far too long since you’ve been back home. 

Finding the hoodie is a mistake. Christen’s helping you unpack when she finds the red pull-up with the number six stamped on the back. “I thought you were number--”

You snatch away the piece of clothing from Christen’s hands before she can finish. “Um, I must have accidentally grabbed Leah’s. She’s always leaving her things everywhere, even at other people’s places.”

You had grabbed whatever pieces of clothing you could find sitting around your living room as well as a couple pieces from the back of your closet back in London. You didn’t recall purposefully packing Leah’s clothes, but it wouldn’t be a surprise, given she had a habit of leaving her clothes all over your apartment.

You can tell Christen doesn’t fully believe your story, but she doesn’t push. 

When she leaves, you have every intention to throw the jacket back into the furthest corner of your closet. 

Instead, you find yourself wearing it to bed a couple hours later. The faint smell of Leah’s perfume still lingers on it, and you find it annoyingly comforting. 

A month passes. 

Leah must have taken your move back to the states in the offseason, as well as the deliverance of her things to her apartment, as confirmation of your break up. She doesn’t contact you once, choosing instead to leave you alone. 

You’re not sure if her unwillingness to fight for the two of you hurts more than her unwillingness to meet your friends and family.

You split your time going to your friends’ games and keeping your soccer skills on point. You do everything you can to keep busy. Any time you’re alone, all you can think about is Leah’s stupid face and her stupid jacket that you’ve gotten into the habit of wearing whenever you’re back at Christen’s. The forward never says anything, only gives you pointed looks when she spots you wearing it. By now you’re past the point of caring. You have a feeling your best friend knows about you and Leah, but you’re thankful she doesn’t say a thing. 

“Ever thought about coming back to the NWSL?”

The two of you are out for breakfast at a new pop up joint that Christen loves, when she drops the question. She gives you a look, but you shrug, focusing more on your breakfast than Christen’s question. 

“Look, I know the break up with Sonny was--”

“This isn’t about her,” you interject, frowning at Christen. You haven’t thought about Sonnett in a romantic sense for a while now, so Christen’s line of questioning takes you off guard. 

“You did hop the first plane out after your break up.”

“Emily and I have made up, we’re fine.” Things hadn’t worked out with the defender, but it was a mutual parting. Yes, you took the Arsenal contract in the midst of your separation from Sonnett, but the two of you agreed that you worked better as friends than lovers. Plus, after meeting Leah, your relationship with Emily became the last thing on your mind.

Christen hums as if she doesn’t believe you, but goes back to her initial question. “You did always say you wanted to play in LA.”

Although she was a couple years older than you, the two of you had grown up together. You always followed in Christen’s footsteps. You went to Stanford years after Christen had graduated. You joined the national team years after Christen had already broken through. Despite this, the two of you have never played on the same club team. You know your best friend has been dying to do so, and if you’re being honest, a part of you has been too. 

“Christen,” you drawl out, fixing her with a look.

“Okay, fine, fine,” she chuckles. “I won’t push it. Just know that Angel City would love to have you on our front line.”

As much as you loved playing for Arsenal, you can’t deny you haven’t thought about coming back home to play. And now that you and Leah have broken up?

You sit on Christen’s words for the next couple weeks. Another camp rolls around, and by then you’re itching to get back on the field. 

When you pack the red hoodie, you do so subconsciously. You spend the first 30 minutes after arriving in your room staring at the piece of clothing. It isn’t until Ashley opens the door, excitedly yelling your name, that you shut your luggage. 

Later, after all the festive fun of seeing all your friends have worn off and the two of you are settled back in your room for the night, Sanchez falls asleep in seconds. You’re jealous, left glaring at your friend’s sleeping form. 

You do everything you can. You count sheep. You run through plays. You do your damndest to fall asleep but nothing works. Swallowing your scream, you sit up with a huff. Careful not to wake up your roommate, you stalk to your suitcase. 

Promising yourself this would be the last time, you shrug on Leah’s hoodie. By now her perfume has long disappeared, but it’s the comfort it brings you that somehow has you falling asleep in minutes. 

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The night before the game, Ashley posts a picture of the other girls crashing your hotel room. In it, you’re buried under a mess of bodies, but the red hoodie hanging off your frame is visible. The girls give you a ribbing when they notice you wearing it, but you’re all quick to forget about it. 

You’re half listening to a story Emily’s telling the room when you hear the notification of your phone go off. 

You frown when you spot the name on your screen. 

Leah Williamson

After all this time, you’ve long stopped expecting Leah to contact you. The absence of contact stings, but you get used to it soon enough. After all, you couldn’t do anything else but move on.

As covertly as you can, you open your text thread with the English defender.

[That’s my hoodie]

It’s quickly followed by a:

[I’ve been looking for it]

You grit your teeth, anger quickly mounting. Out of all the things she could’ve sent you, Leah really wanted to discuss your wardrobe? 

Smashing your keyboard with more force than necessary, you type out: [Come get it then]

You see the gray ‘read’ instantly, but you don’t get a response. 

Scoffing under your breath, you throw your phone down next to you. Lindsey doesn’t miss the action. 

“Uh, everything okay?”

She watches as you shrug your way out of the sweatshirt. 

“Doing great,” you grit out, tossing the hoodie back towards your suitcase. 

You tell yourself you won’t touch the sweatshirt ever again. 

Your resolve lasts less than 24 hours.

You’re wearing the familiar piece of clothing the second you’ve finished showering after the game. 

Fueled by your anger, you score a hatrick during the friendly. Every time the ball hits the back of the net, you’re stuck between wishing Leah was in the stands and picturing her face inside the net. 

Regardless, you bask in your teammates’ praises. The heavy pats on the back and screaming of the crowd follows you all the way back into the locker room. 

The second you’re in the shower though, you feel all the emotions hit you at once. The sadness. The pain. It’s always moments like these, when the adrenaline has worn off that you miss Leah the most. You’re not sure why you had stuffed her sweatshirt into your duffle, but you’re quick to pull it on when you walk out. 

“Movie night at your place when we get back?” 

You give Rose a non-committal hum, knowing that her and the rest of the girls would be over regardless of your answer.

The small midfielder starts off on a tangent about her English Bulldog and you nod where appropriate, feigning your interest with ease. It’s not that you don’t care about the conversation, you actually do miss Rose’s big pup, but it’s there, when the two of you are just exiting the building that a familiar flash of blonde hair catches your attention. 

Your feet come to a stop, body spinning towards the parked cars before you can stop yourself.

Your first thought is Leah looks stunning. Dressed in a simple pair of sweats and a sweater that suspiciously looks like an old university one of yours, she looks as beautiful as the day you first got together. Her hair’s down in soft waves, and you have the sudden urge to run your fingers through her hair. Despite all that, you can’t ignore the fact that Leah looks like she hasn’t slept in days though. Your heart clenches at the thought, but you don’t dwell on it much, because your next thought is that Leah must have some nerve to show up here unannounced. 

You’re crossing the parking lot in seconds, angrily spitting out, “wow, I didn’t realize the hoodie meant so much to you.”

Leah seems partially taken aback at the anger in your voice. She opens her mouth but you don’t give her the chance to say anything.

“The fact that you actually flew out to get it back? Ballsy, given you never shown me the same care in the year and a half we’ve been dating.” Yes, the two of you have been keeping your relationship under wraps, but it wouldn’t hurt to visit each other’s games every once in a while. You’ve been to plenty of England’s, but Leah has never been to one of yours, at least she hasn’t until today.

You’re well aware of the eyes you’ve attracted, but neither of you pay your teammates any heed.

Peeling off the hoodie, you hit Leah right in the chest with it. “Take it. I don’t want it anyways.”

The feel of the hoodie hitting her snaps Leah out of her daze. “I don’t want it back. I didn’t come here for it.”

You stare at her. She stares right back. 

The longer you stare at your ex, the more certain you are that you’re going to scream. Or do something worse. If Leah doesn’t leave any time soon, England’s going to have to find a new captain, and Arsenal a defender.

“Then what the fuck are you doing here?” You’re well aware you’re stomping around like a petulant child, but Leah’s testing the last of your patience. 

“I didn’t come for the sweatshirt,” Leah repeats. She takes a hesitant step towards you.

You can’t help but gape at her, stuck between wanting to throw yourself into her arms and getting on the team bus.

“Leah--”

“I came for you.”

She takes another step forward, close enough to place a hand on your arm. 

Her touch sets your skin ablaze, but it’s enough for you to jerk yourself back. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it’s not funny. Leave me the hell alone.”

You spin around, but Leah’s hand shoots out again, this time lightly gripping your wrist.

“I’m not playing games, honest. I miss you.”

You try to yank your arm away, but Leah holds tight, tugging you back towards her. Stumbling backwards, you crash right into Leah’s chest. Leah wheezes out in surprise but stays upright, steadying both of your bodies. 

“Sorry, I--”

“You can’t do this, Lee. It’s not fair and you know it. Let me go.”

“I love you. And I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder for us.”

Leah’s words hit you right in the chest, heart clenching painfully at her admission. Shutting your eyes, you let out a long breath of air. “It’s been almost two months. You’ve had two months to call me or say something or literally do anything but this. Why now?”

Leah nervously chews on the bottom of her lip. “Jord talked some sense into me.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “So you went to your ex and--”

“I was scared. I didn’t want to go public because I was terrified that I couldn’t handle it if we were to ever break up.”

“So you thought it would be better to hide our relationship like it was a dirty secret?”

Leah drops her eyes to the ground, nervously scuffing her feet on the ground. “I know I messed up, okay? I just loved you so much and was so scared that you’d find someone else and realize I wasn’t worth the effort.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Someone like who? Leah, you’re the only person I wanted.”

“Wanted?” For the first time tonight, Leah sounds meek, terrified of your answer.

You sigh heavily. There’s only one of two ways this will end. Either you break it off now and finally move on, or you risk it all again, giving your relationship another go. You’re not sure which one would be the better choice.

The longer you sit on your words, the more you can see Leah visibly deflate in front of you. You can feel her hand starting to loosen around your wrist, so you quickly shoot out:

“Want. The only person I want.”

“Still?” Leah looks surprised by your words.

“Are you really going to make me spell it out?” You’re glaring at her now, but Leah knows there’s no real heat behind your eyes. 

“Keep the hoodie?” she implores, pushing the balled up sweatshirt towards you. “And my love as well?”

You eye the red hoodie, debating how much of your ego you’re willing to sacrifice tonight. Wearing your formerly ex-girlfriend’s hoodie every night for the past two months and then nearly duking it out with her in front of your teammates is already embarrassing enough. You’re not sure you can handle the amount of teasing sure to be heading your way if you pull on Leah’s hoodie again. In the end you settle with pushing it aside, wrapping your arms around Leah’s waist.

You sink into her arms, sighing at the feel of being pressed against Leah’s body again after all this time.

“You should keep it,” you mutter, pressing your face against the side of her neck. “It doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

Leah’s chuckles reverberate through her chest and straight into your heart. “I’ll give you another one.”

You’re not sure how long the two of you stand like that. It could’ve been seconds, minutes, or hours, but eventually Leah presses a kiss against your forehead. Her hands run soothingly up and down your back, as she nervously asks, “Can you introduce me to your friends?”

“I don’t think you have a choice anymore,” you chuckle, pressing a light kiss against the piece of skin right in front of your lips. Leah shivers under your touch and you have to hide your smile. “If they stare at us any harder, we might combust into flames right here.”

Leaning back, you quickly press a kiss against Leah’s lips. It’s so quick that she doesn’t have a chance to kiss you back, eyes widening in surprise. You slip your hand into hers, yanking the English defender towards your teammates. 

“Who’s your friend?” Sonnett teases as the two of you approach, the smirk on her face not faltering at all.

“The woman responsible for giving me orgasms now,” you deadpan. The result is instantaneous. Leah stiffens next to you, Emily chokes on nothing, and the rest of your team dissolves into cackling laughter. 

Your ex sputters about as she tries to come up with something to say, but she takes the quip with good humor. Christen shakes her head in amusement but you give your best friend a blinding smile. 

The questions start coming from everyone everywhere but Leah takes it like a champ, never shying away from all of the questions. If anything, she stands taller with every question, arm tightening around your waist. 

It’s there, body pressed against Leah’s that you know the two of you are going to be just fine. You just have to grab ahold of another one of Leah’s sweatshirts and the two of you will be just dandy. 

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[ala2ilas-s]

Mason mount 🍒

With a bit of Joao Felix in it

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“Soo umm..”

“Yes he’ll be there.” Sophie didn’t even let me finish already knowing what I was gonna ask or rather who I was gonna ask about but my ego refused to take the hit.

“What you don’t even know who I was gonna talk about..” I tried to play it off but the way I stuttered and my cheeks heated up wasn’t helping my case. At all.

“Girl.. please.” She rolled her eyes and I just scoffed leaning back against my chair.

“Soap” Kai’s voice came from the front door followed by quick footsteps.

“Kitchen” Sophia replied with a small smile on her face and I held back from teasing how smitten she was.

“Hello ladies” came in Kai a few seconds later his face lighting up when he saw her.

“I brought a guest with me” he said giving Soap a quick kiss on her cheek before smirking at me.

Oh I do not like this.

“Who?” I asked him carefully already having a few guesses but not liking either.

“Oh you know just your favourite boy” he said not even trying to hide his smirk and shrugging innocently but that didn’t stop me from jumping on my feet “Oh hell you didn’t I’m literally in pyjamas I’m not ready to see hi— HI MASON” just as I was about to flee the kitchen a certain chocolate haired boy walked in.

Brown eyes immediately found mine and the way they sparkled caused butterflies to go crazy in my stomach and I quite literally walked backwards to where I was seating a minute ago melting into Sophia’s side extremely embarrassed, excited also trying to hide my pjs behind the table.

Soap patted my back shaking her head while she looked at Kai with amused eyes muttering something in German.

“H-hi” Mason mumbled in a shy voice his cheeks flushed.

How can he be this pretty?

“You forgot this in the car” Mason cleared his throat breaking eye contact with me to look at Kai. It was just then that I realised he had flowers in his hands.

“Oh yes sorry these are for you love” kai said giving Sophia the flowers and I was admiring the way they were looking at each other that I missed the blue roses in Mason’s hand.

“And um I got this for you” Mason said in a shy voice.

“Really?” That was not the best thing I could reply with which was probably why I could hear Kai and Sophia giggling behind me but I was too busy admiring the amused smile that crawled on mason’s face to care.

“Yeah I remember you said blue roses were your favourite the last time we watched corpse bride together and we saw these outside the flower shop. I couldn’t help my self.” He said scratching the back of his neck.

My heart did a backflip.

Also I don’t think I’ve seen him this red before.

I didn’t waste another second to jump in his arms hugging him tightly and he held me just as tight “thank you mase.” I mumbled and felt him nod gently squeezing my side.

“They have glitters on them.” He blurted out causing me to giggle and I finally got to have a good look at the flowers which indeed had cute glitters.

“They’re perfect. I love them Mason. Thank you again.” I gave him a big smile and with a slight skip in my steps I looked for a vase.

“How have you been Mase?” Sophia asked and Mason pulled out a chair across from us to seat but kai was quick to seat down on the chair Mason had just pulled leaving him with no choice but to seat next to me.

“Thanks mate” Kai said and I shook my head at him.

Real smooth.

With a confused frown on his face, Mason sat down. I could feel how close he was and the empty cup in my hand wasn’t helping much to hide my red cheeks anymore.

Conversion flew easily between the four of us and eventually my legs ended up on soap’s laps while she was leaned against Kai and mase’s chair was pulled much closer to me than the start of the afternoon his arm at the back of my chair.

Every time that I looked at him I’d find his eyes already on me neither of us able to hide our smiles.

“Well gentlemen as lovely as it’s been chatting with you we need to get ready for tonight.” Sophia said taking my hand.

“Oh it’s time for the best part of going out. Getting ready” soap sang dragging me up the stairs.

“Thats the best part? What about getting shit faced?” I said smirking.

“Okay maybe second best.”

I lost the count somewhere between fifth and ninth shots.

At least I achieved one of the goals of the night.

Getting shit faced.

Everything went to shit the moment I saw Joao at Chris’s house where we were having our weekly get togethers.

I was laid back on my little blanket just a few feet away from the lake I had found a while back enjoying the peace. This place has been my secret spot.. well until a ball rolled next to my foot followed by a boy apologising. He froze up when he noticed it’s me. I’ve seen him around a couple of times since we’ve moved here but never had the chance to introduce myself properly.

“Hi.” I said feeling shy under his eyes and he mumbled back a quiet hi waving awkwardly which caused me to smile. He was cute.

He grabbed his ball and opened to his mouth to say something but seemed to decide against it mumbling an even quieter see you around. In a moment of panic I blurted out “do you wanna join me for a bit?” Cursing myself for being so awkward.

His eyes sparked and I saw his real smile for the first time as he settled next to me with a good distance between us.

“Would you like a lollipop?” I giggled showing him my backpack full of lollipops and a beautiful laugh escaped his lips.

“They’re all cherry.”

A year later and I was holding back tears as Joao’s hands were cupping my cheeks looking at me with glossy eyes.

“I’m so proud of you amor.” He said kissing my forehead lingering a minute longer.

“Go live the life you’ve always dreamed of okay?” He whispered and I whipped a tear that managed to escaped his eye. Not trusting my own voice I just nodded trying to memorise every detail in his beautiful face.

“I love you.” I choked out and he smiled sadly at me hugging me tightly for the last time.

“te amo” he said kissing my neck.

It’s been years since I last saw Joao. Years since I left Portugal after living there for almost two years. while I held every memories close to my heart I had long moved on from Joao yet it came as a shock to see him at one of my closest friend’s house.

So I chose the not-exactly-smart-but-easy way of dealing with having my first love and the boy I really liked in the same room and got drunk.

Sophia knew the whole story which was a real help cause I could not deal with this on my own.

“Do you still have feelings for him?” Soap said taking a sip from her drink and I shook my head.

“It’s just weird seeing him and Mason together it’s like seeing my past and future at the same time. What I could have had and what I can have if I just find the courage to tell Mason how I feel” I drowned my drink rubbing my temples.

“Tell him.” Soap slurred filling up the cup in my hand. “There you go. Here’s the courage. Cheers.” She said proud of herself and I couldn’t help but giggle with her.

Our laughter seemed to gained some attention towards us.

“Please don’t throw up on my carpet.”

“Woah where did you come from?” Soap said looking at Christian who was in return looking at us like a disapproving father.

“To our lovely host.” I said lifting my cup and Chris’s eyes widened before he took the cups away from our hands.

“He’ey I was gonna drink to you mate.” I pouted and I’m pretty sure soap cursed at him in German but my drunk mind couldn’t focus on both of them. I could still tell that Christian was struggling to keep up his responsible facade tho, barely holding in his laughter. Glad we could be of entertainment.

“And I thank you for it.. mase.” My ears perked when Christian called out for him.

“Ah why don’t we give these two some room.” Sophia suddenly chipped in dragging Christian away and giving me not so subtle thumbs up.

“You having a good time love?” I heard his smooth voice and for a moment forgot about everything else, with my eyes closed I leaned my head against his chest and hummed contently.

“Do you want some fresh air?” He said softly brushing my hair.

“Yes please.” I mumbled in his chest.

Just as we were about to step into the garden my eyes caught Joao’s and I came to halt. I couldn’t read what he was feeling not anymore but the soft smile he gave me eased me a bit.

“You okay love?” Mason’s voice snapped me out of my haze and after about twenty minutes of seating on Christian’s pool seats making fun of his ridiculous Snow White dwarfs figures with Mason I sobered up a bit.

“Do you want me to get you a bottle of water?” He asked softly and I nodded mumbling a quiet please.

“You look well.”

“London’s been treating me well” I smiled at Joao standing a few feet away.

“I’m glad.” He said looking at the seat next to me, asking for permission silently to which I nodded.

“So what you doing here?” I asked him seating up straight to look at him.

“I live here now.” He said and I gasped. Blame it on the alcohol that I couldn’t mask my reactions.

He laughed shaking his head “no way Joao! How you liking it?” I asked crossing my legs my attention fully on him.

“Actually I love it. I can see why you’ve always wanted to live here.” He gave me a smile and I couldn’t tell if it was my imaginations but I swear I saw sadness behind his eyes.

“You look different.” I blurted out my eyes widening “I mean in a good way.” I quickly added.

“you too” He said softly looking away “in a good way.”

“I’m sorry we lost contact.” I whispered after a few minutes of silent and I heard him sighing.

“Me too, cherry.” He said and the old nickname made my throat close up slightly.

“I haven’t known him for long but I have a feeling he’s not bad.” He said and I looked up at him confused my eyes following his to where Mason was standing two bottle of water in his hands as he handed one to soap.

“Yeah he is not bad.” I said smiling.

“I’m happy for you and um I’ll be more than happy if you let me be a part of your life again.”he said.

The background scenery was giving me deja vu to the first time I met him even the pool seats had the same red and white stripes as the blanket I had that night at the lake.. but we were different people nothing about us was the same.

It was a fresh start.

I got up and hugged him. “Of course Joao. Of course.”

“Am I interrupting?” Mason asked in a small voice and I slowly let go of Joao.

“No mate.” Joao replied turning back to me. “I’ll see you around cherry.” And I nodded.

Mason slowly walked up to me with a cute confused frown on his face and I couldn’t stop myself from caressing the frown which caused him to relax immediately. My eyes traced every feature in his beautiful face. Butterflies going crazy in my stomach as he brought my palm to his lips and placed the softest kiss in the centre all while looking at me with so much adoration in his eyes.

That was enough courage for me.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning tell to you mase.”

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[bellysoupset]

This is going to have a part 2, but since it's gonna be long and the tone shifts a bit, I thought I'd split it for my own peace of mind.

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Wendy smoothed her top, making sure there were no wrinkles and then glared at herself in the side mirror of her car. The sunglasses made her look like a bitch. She removed them, perching the glasses on top of her head as a makeshift headband keeping her wavy hair back, then frowned. Now she looked like she was trying too hard. Wendy removed them, studying her reflection and then planting them back on her face once more with a frustrated groan.

“Keep them in the hair,” a guy said, circling her. He was a blonde, wearing a dark t-shirt that was strained against his tattooed biceps and most of his hair had gotten loose from his man bun. He pointed at her sunglasses, “you’re beautiful, so they’re just in the way.” 

Wendy snorted at the compliment, but removed the shades, perching them on top of her hair, “better?”

“Much,” he opened a smile, offering his hand, “I’m Max.”

“Wendy,” she shook his hand, glancing past his shoulders and seeing Vince’s head among the kids just running out of the gate. He was impossible to miss. There was an older woman chatting him up, causing Wendy to grin smugly. 

“So you’re picking up your sibling or something?” Max asked her, leaning against her car and Wendy bit the inside of her cheek not to laugh at his clear flirting. 

“Or something,” she shrugged, “are you?”

“No, no,” he shook his head, looking almost offended that she asked, “I’m the chemistry teacher.”

“Oh, really?” Now Wendy was interested. This was Mr. Daniels? She made a mental note to grill Vince about him, meanwhile Max completely misunderstood the uptick in her voice. 

“Yeah, chemistry and biology, actually,” he shrugged in true false modesty, as if that wasn’t a big deal and Wen raised her eyebrows, as he continued, “I’ve never seen you around here, I’d remember such a beautiful woman.”

“Yeah, she’s super hot, right Daniels?” Vince asked smugly, circling the man, “you done hitting on my girl or do you need another minute?”

Wendy’s face caught on fire, her stomach almost hurting with the sheer amount of butterflies, and Max visibly cringed. 

“Ah, your girlfriend,” he grimaced, “uhm- Well, Wendy, my condolences,” Max did a little mocking bow and then turned around and walked away.

Wendy snorted at the comment, hand rushing up to muffle a chuckle and Vince rolled his eyes at the insult, waving Max off as he stepped into the man’s previous spot in front of Wen.

“Hi, honey,” Vin grinned, “that’s a surprise.”

“Hi,” she all but jumped in order to kiss him and Vince wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her off her feet. Wendy pressed a smile against his lips, pulling back with a sigh and feeling her cheeks hurt as she realized he hadn’t put her back on the ground, “missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Vince smiled, bumping his nose with hers and then frowning as they heard a loud wolf whistle. He turned his head and groaned, lowering Wendy back to the ground, “Sophia, quit that!” 

“You quit that, it’s school grounds Mr. Monacelli!” his sister scoffed, walking with a group of teenage girls, all of them giggling and whispering among themselves. Wendy raised her eyebrows, feeling more than a little proud of herself.

“I feel like I just became persona non grata by dating the new hot teacher,” she commented, waving to Sophia, who offered her a tiny, shy wave, clearly wanting nothing to do with Wendy or Vince.

“Yeah, we’re gonna get you a bodyguard or something,” Vince teased her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “are you staying the weekend?”

“The whooole weekend,” Wendy nodded, sinking into his arms, “leaving only Monday morning.”

She looked around the emptying parking lot. It was a nice school, she had to give it to Vince. Kids laughing and teens teasing each other, no fights. Little cliques that made her glad she wasn’t in high school anymore. 

Daniels was just entering his car, a white, old pick-up. He lowered the sun visor and retrieved his sunglasses, planting them on his face, before catching Wendy looking and raising his eyebrows, sliding the shades on. 

“That’s Daniels, uh?” Wendy leaned on Vince’s hold and her boyfriend let out a scoff, hugging her to his chest. 

“He’s a jackass,” Vince grumbled, kissing her temple, “but I can’t blame him for having eyes.”

Wendy blushed and she rolled her eyes, turning her face to capture his next cheek kiss into an actual one, “very smooth, Pussy Magnet, very smooth.”

“You’re a horrible woman,” Vince whined, kissing her back, “let’s go?” 

They had separated rides, so Wendy pulled apart with a whine, entering her car once again. 

She had been to Vince’s little house before, a bunch of times, but lately he had been driving up to the city instead of her coming to see him, so it was to her surprise when she followed Vin inside the place, only to meet a pink wall in his bedroom. 

It was the wall to the left of the bed, where the door that led to the bathroom sat. He had painted it a muted shade of pink, then added black shelves, now filled with books. Wendy dropped her bag on the little white table that separated his living room from his bedroom and took a step back, opening a pleased smile at the change. 

“Why-”

“I missed you,” Vince shrugged, closing the door behind them and wrapping an arm around Wendy’s neck, in a half hearted lock and pulling her for a kiss, “so I thought I’d bring a little of you to my place.”

Her face hurt with how much she was blushing and Wendy squirmed in his arms, jumping to wrap her arms around Vince’s neck and squealing as he caught her easily. They kissed and stumbled further inside, Wendy letting out a oof as they fell into bed, Vince pining her down. 

“Vin…” She breathed out, as he planted a bunch of kisses down her chest, undoing the buttons of her blouse. Then his lips were on her again, scratchy five o’clock shadow dragging down the cream skin of her exposed belly, planting a kiss near her navel, curling his fingers on the hem of her white jeans.

“Vince…”

“Yeah?” He undid the button, pushed down the zipper and let out a pleased noise at the lacy pink underwear.

Wendy ran her fingers through his hair, fingers twirling the curly ends, “I wanna do something different,” she tightened her grip at the roots, pushing his head back just enough their eyes met, opening a mischievous smile, “I brought food.”

Vince raised his eyebrows, then pulled back, his arms framing her body. He didn’t say anything for the longest minute, so Wendy’s confident smile wavered and vanished. 

“Honey?” She removed her hand from his hair, cupping his cheek, “unless you don’t want…”

“No milk,” he shook his head, “not your food.” 

Wendy frowned, confused and scooted up on the bed, kicking off her shoes, “I’m sorry, you lost me…”

“It’s not fun when I get sick because of milk,” Vince grimaced at the thought, while Wendy blushed, because what she heard was that it was fun on other occasions, “the cramps are terrible.”

“Okay…” She hugged her knees, resting her cheek on them, “so how do you want to do it then?”

Vince scrunched up his nose adorably, thinking of the matter and fell flat on his back on the bed, moving so he could rest his head on her lap, “can it just be too much food?” he looked up, hopeful, “I like- The tummy rubs are nice. The… Even the puking, if it’s one and done.”

Wendy felt almost dizzy with how warm she was. She nodded, eagerly, leaning in and kissing him upside down, “you sure? We don’t have to, if you don’t-”

“I’m sure,” Vince moved his head slightly, turned it and nuzzled his nose over the bulge in her jeans, opening a smug smirk as he looked up from between her legs, “yeah, I’m sure.”

If Wendy wasn't already head over heels in love with him, she was sure she’d have fallen all over with that move alone. She threw her head back with a sigh, hitting the soft headboard, “Okay… Okay, overeating it is.”

Overeating, when you were a guy Vince’s size, meant more than just a meal. It was almost edging her, taking a fantasy and dragging it thin for a whole day. She considered logistics, then gave up on the idea of ordering too much food. It wasn’t fun if it was all staged like that. 

Instead, they fooled in bed a little longer… A lot longer, until they were undressed and clear headed, panting. Then they took a shower to get on with the day. 

“I think I’m going to leave these here,” Wendy said, sitting on Vince’s bed, with her hair wet and dripping down on her bathrobe, while inspecting the dresser next to it. She had opened all the drawers a thousand times before, snooping, not that he minded.

“Leave what here?” Vince walked from the kitchen, holding out a sandwich for her and already chewing the ends of his own, starting on a second one. 

“The clothes I brought,” Wendy pulled open the middle drawer, taking his folded sweaters out and planting them on the bed, “this is my drawer now.”

Vin snorted at that, leaning on the television stand, “you wanted a drawer, I can give you my entire wardrobe. All you have to do is ask.”

Wendy blushed, rolling her eyes and reorganizing his clothes so the middle drawer was empty just for her, “slow down, honey.”

He sighed, raising his hands as if in surrender, “I can take it slow,” Vince shrugged, “but I have at least two drawers in your place, so I don’t think this has to be a big deal.”

She ignored him, putting her clothes in and then falling against the bed, “I’m hungry.” 

That wasn’t a lie, although Wendy probably would have said it even if she wasn’t, only because she was so eager for what was to come. Regardless, she hadn’t had lunch and it was nearly 6 PM already. 

“Here’s an idea,” Vince crawled on the bed, pushing the hair behind her ear, “we go have dinner at my parents, my mom is dying to see you again,” Wendy nodded in agreement. She wanted to see his family as well, it made her feel involved… Wanted. Like she was part of something. 

“And then we can go out to have our own dinner,” Vince leaned in to whisper in her ear, “then we can come back here… And you can stop looking at me as if I’m dinner.”

Wendy giggled at that, nodding, “yeah, alright. Sounds like a plan, Mr. Monacelli.” 

Vince groaned, grabbing her face with both hands and clashing her lips with his, “you don’t call me that, shut up, Wen."

#mywriting #sickfic #well actually not much sickfic happens here #but its the set up #vince monacelli #short blurb

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.99 The llama

"What is it?" she asked.

I was so smiley and nervous. This was one of those things that could go left really quickly, and I didn't want that at all. But I felt like we couldn't ignore it anymore. No married couple knew every single thing about each other, and I looked forward to learning the good, bad, and ugly about Sophia as time went on. But this? Family dynamics were basics. Previously, I tried to blame it on the newness of our relationship, but she and I were not new to each other. She had plenty of opportunities to share this story with me while we got to know each other as friends. I shouldn't have been wondering if her parents were alive or dead still.

"I think, uhhh... I think it's time we talk about...your parents...if that's okay."

She sighed heavily, but not in an annoyed, exasperated way. It felt like she conceded reluctantly, torn between not wanting to but knowing she had to.

"Yeah...I guess I have kept you in the dark long enough."

I almost told her she didn't have to if she didn't want to, but I bit my tongue. We were married, and I didn't intend to end up like my parents. Sharing the hard things with each other was of utmost importance to me.

"I'm adopted...as you know."

She paused for a few moments, staring at the floor, searching for the right words. She found some, but her eyes remained on the floor.

"When you adopt a child, you don't get to choose who joins your family."

She let that line hang in the air for a moment and had me on the hook already.

"You simply state what age you prefer and wait for an agent to arrive with a child. My parents...I think they were just so enamored with the idea of finally having a child of their own, they failed to consider this."

My stomach felt queasy. I had no idea where the story was about to go, but it was definitely not heading in a positive direction.

"They didn't want you?" I asked nervously.

She hesitated.

"They would take offense to you saying that, but they often made me feel that way. I wasn't mistreated or anything. They made sure I had everything I needed and took care of me to the best of their ability. But they didn't love me."

I groaned in agony, thinking of what she must have gone through in her childhood. My parents may have put me through a lot, but never have I ever doubted their love for me. I believe their love sustained me. Who or where would I be without that?

"Sophia...I'm so sorry."

She shrugged and kept going.

"I used to be sorry, too. Throughout my childhood, I thought I was the problem and needed to be better. But as I got older, I realized there was nothing I could do. I was a pretty freakin' amazing daughter. They were the ones with the problem."

The cat was out of the bag, but I was still nervous.

"But...how did you know?" I asked. "I mean, what did they do?"

"To start, they never gave me their name. They claimed they wanted me to remain connected to my heritage or whatever, but that was cowplant poop."

Given that we just got married, that one cut deep. I think it would upset me greatly if Sophia didn't take my name. That tradition had seriously deep significance, and they didn't give it to their own child? I feared what else she would tell me.

"They always made a big deal about where I came from. We read books, watched documentaries, and whatever they could get their hands on so I understood what kind of blood flowed through my veins. In truth, it's really great they did that. So many adopted sims are clueless about their histories. But when I got older, I found it to be weird. Like, they put all this energy into teaching me about my biological history, yet I didn't have relationships with my own family. I can count on one hand how many times I've seen my aunts and uncles and cousins... I felt like they were trying to get me interested in my biological family so I could go find them and forget about theirs."

Both my parents were the only child, so I had no extended family to speak of. Still, I couldn't imagine my parents not interacting with them. I don't think we would be super close, but I'd have a relationship with them, at least.

"We never went on vacations and barely went to local places together. My parents were not wealthy, so it took them a while to save they money to adopt me. It was easy to think we didn't go anywhere because we couldn't afford it or because they were older. But one time, my mom took me to the park. I was sooooo excited to be outside among other kids. I found something and wanted to show it to her, so I picked it up and ran over yelling, 'Mommy! Look!' She was talking to some other parents. The look on her face when I finally reached her... I was almost a young adult when I realized what that was because I'd seen it many times by then. She was embarrassed. The other moms were looking at her for answers because they'd never met me before, and she clearly never told them she had adopted a brown child."

Maybe all the sims in my six degrees of influence were just cool because no one ever made a big deal about me having mixed heritage. I wasn't naïve enough to believe that kind of thing didn't happen, but how could sims be so ignorant? I had no trouble imagining Sophia being the perfect child, but that was not enough for them, and it angered me. How could they go through the heartbreak of realizing they couldn't birth their own children, struggle through saving the money to adopt, finally get a child, and not shout it from the rooftops? What kind of parent is ashamed of their own kid??

"Like I said," she continued, "they took good care of me, but they kept me at a distance. By my young adult birthday, I had a clear picture of the situation, so I left home and never went back. Their care was an obligation, not love. It took me a while to see, but I was empty and it affected me; I hated them for it. I wanted to be loved so bad and went from relationship to relationship trying to fill that void in my heart. My ex was cheating on me pretty much the entire time, and I knew about it. I was that desperate for the crumbs he left me. It took a while, but eventually realized what a gem I am and what a llama turd he was. I didn't have to settle for crumbs. And I didn't have to be anyone's obligation. My parents had died by then and left me some money, so I broke up with him and went on vacation for the first time in my life."

I smiled.

"Mt. Komorebi?"

"Mmm hmm. It always looked so pretty and peaceful in pictures, and I definitely needed some peace. I went to spend time with myself, heal, and reset my mind. Then I met you."

"Wow. I had no idea you had gone through so much then."

"I just wanted it all behind me. I'm sorry for not saying anything. I know it wasn't fair."

I loved her before and tried to show her as much as possible, but I was even more compelled to ensure she never questioned my love for her. She was no obligation to me. It was an honor to love her, especially knowing she chose me after deciding what she deserved and how she wanted to be treated. I vowed to cherish her with every pixel of my being for the rest of my life.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Movie SS Translation

I have translated Satoru Yamaguchi's SS Story related to the Hamefura Movie Novel:

Series: My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! Story Title: I Want To See The Merchant Caravan's Show Again. Source: Satoru Yamaguchi's Blog Credits: maboroshi-no

Translation below ⮟

I Want To See The Merchant Caravan's Show Again.

(Movie. This is a story during the time after the Sacred Beast incident, while Aaqil and the others are still in Sorcier for the cleanup.)

Katarina: Now, please enjoy these.

I, Katarina Claes, said this to my usual friends and younger brother gathered here, inviting them to the sweets and tea.

Sophia: Wow, are these Mutlaq sweets?

Sophia asked this with sparkling eyes.

Katarina: Yes. Yesterday, I went to check on the merchant caravan just for a bit and then bought a lot.

A little while had passed since the arrival of a merchant caravan from a country called Mutlaq and the big incident in Sorcier.

I was worried about the caravan people who were swamped with the repairs, so I went to check on them just a little.

Doing so, I bought a lot of the sweets on sale at that time.

They had told me, "You don't need to pay, so just take them with you", but since they would probably need to cover expenses in the future, I properly paid for my purchases.

I had bought a lot because I wanted the caravan to hang on, but the quantity ended up being too much for me to eat it all by myself. I felt like consuming them during a tea party, so I contacted everyone.

It was a one-day notice so I thought it might be impossible, but I was happy to see that everyone had gathered.

Geordo: Katarina, did you go to the merchant caravan alone?

Geordo had asked this with a somewhat dark smile.

Keith: She left right after coming up with this idea, so she was already gone before I knew it. It seems like she even had dinner there with them.

After Keith had said this with a troubled face, Geordo, sighed.

Katarina: Ah! I told them they didn't need to since it was a difficult time, but they insisted. I didn't cause them so much trouble by eating over and staying for long.

As I thought they might think I was a rude person who would impose on people in difficult times, I hurriedly denied it. But…

Keith: Big Sister, that's not it.

Geordo: Yes, that is not the problem. You going there alone is.

The two said this and shook their heads. If the problem was me going there alone, then…

Katarina: Could it be that you also wanted to go the caravan?

I asked them since I thought it might be the case, but the two shook their heads again.

Eh~ Then what did they mean? And then,

Sophia: I have been wanting to go there again.

Sophia had said this with sparkling eyes, with such spirit that she had exhaled air out of her nose. Maria spoke next.

Maria: Me as well. I'd like to ask more about Mutlaq's sweets and dishes to the caravan people.

The time before, Maria had been enthusiastically asking about various things.

And Sophia's otaku blood had completely awakened with that show.

But I had also been completely mesmerized by that show. Mary seemed to have thought the same thing as me since…

Mary: It was such a lovely place after all. If I could, I would also love to return there.

She said this, smiling with a hand on her cheek. After hearing our talk,

Alan: I'd like to go too. There's an animal show, right?

Like a kid, Alan had said this with an excited face.

Come to think of it, aside from the girls, the others didn't see that magnificent show.

Katarina: Yes. The animals' show was amazing. But the singing and the dancing were also fantastic.

I gestured with my hands to convey the magnificence of the show to the boys, who hadn't seen it.

The other girls also added to what I had said and talked about what they had found lovely and what had fascinated them.

When they finished talking, Nicol was the first to speak.

Nicol: I'd very much love to see it.

On his usual expressionless face, his eyes were sparkling.

Keith: I agree. After hearing about it like this again, it has greatly piqued my interest.

Keith too had said this while showing deep interest.

Alan: Right? At this rate, we'll never see it. You wanna see it too, right?

Alan also agreed with the other two and started repeatedly yelling "I wanna see it! I wanna see it!"

All while giving an awkward smile because of his brother, Geordo suggested this.

Geordo: They still have the repairs to deal with so it might not happen right away, but once things have settled down, shall we ask them through a request from Sorcier to perform their show on stage one more time?

Katarina: Can we do this?

Because I had been wanting to see that show one more time, I leaned forward and asked this.

Geordo: I can't say anything without confirming it with them, but if we make a request and properly remunerate them for it, I don't think they will ignore it.

Katarina: Then we may be able to see that show again! I'm so happy! Thank you very much!

When I thanked Geordo for his suggestion with a smile,

Geordo: No, this rumored magnificent show has also piqued my interest, so it is quite alright. Still, Katarina. From now on, please refrain from going alone to the caravan, okay?

Katarina: Ah, yes. Causing them trouble would be bad after all.

After I had said this, Geordo muttered something in a low voice.

Geordo: It would sure be troublesome if she seduced any more people.

Katarina: Prince Geordo, did you say something?

Geordo: No. I look forward to the show.

Katarina: Yes.

Like this, I fondly thought of the magnificent show that I might be able to see once again.

#hamefura movie #hamefura #my next life as a villainess: all route lead to doom #katarina claes #keith claes #geordo stuart #sophia ascart #maria campbell #mary hunt #nicol ascart #alan stuart

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Dearly Beloved

A/N: This is it for Matty and Jo! Final installment of the Valentines Week mini-series. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU @abiiors for hosting 💗💗💗💗

Warnings: none. Typos are probably going to happen in my writing. While I do proofread before I post most of the time, I’m also 80% blind. Apologies in advance.

***

Jo and Matty looked into each other’s eyes, the nerves written all over both of their faces. 

He reached for her hands, squeezing them. “Tonight’s the night.”

“Mhm.”

In Jo’s eyes, Matty saw their entire lives together. Their first kiss in George and Charli’s garden; their first date; the first time they slept together; saying ‘I love you;’ moving in, having Sophia. The last few months had been hell on them. In Jo especially. Despite his best efforts to remain supportive and understanding, Matty did not always handle it well. It had driven them apart. In a way that could’ve easily changed them both forever. So, they both needed tonight. Their relationship needed it. They’d  been looking forward to and talking about it forever. And now, it was here. 

Their excitement teetered on the edge of anxiety. They both felt slightly disoriented. Jo found herself abnormally self-conscious. Aware of her body and the way that it has changed, anxious underneath Matty’s passionate gaze. He was scared too. Not wanting to make her feel weird and treat her differently, but he couldn’t deny that things were different now. They were both different. 

“You know we don’t have to do this, right?” Matty whispered. 

“Wh-why? Do you not want to?”

“Of course, I want to, Jo! Look at me! I’m wearing clothes, like, real clothes- not fuckin joggers and a t shirt, for the first time since Sophia was born. I’ve got a bit of aftershave on, too.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “To seduce you. In case you haven’t noticed.”

Jo broke a smile, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “You do smell divine.” She inhaled. “Sexy.”

“Right, then.” Matty cleared his throat. “Shall we?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Oh, wait. The baby!”

Jo frowned. “You’re bringing Sophia? isn’t that a bit-“

“She’s not gonna be in there with us. Just dropping her off at Louis’s.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right.”

Matty picked his daughter up, cooing to her softly, “who’s ready for a lovely day with uncle Louis? Hmm? You gonna show him your new toys ?”

***

Jo and Matty rushed out, hand in hand, giggling into the street. 

“We’ve done it!” Matty looked down at her.”

“Finally!”

“We are, officially, husband and wife.”

He clutched the marriage license in his hand, dipping his head down to kiss her. “In the eyes of the state, and the patriarchy, this thing between you and I is official now.”

Jo giggled, “love it when you talk sexy to me.”

Matty took her hand in his as they walked down the stairs, into the crowded city streets. 

“Does this mean I have to start smoking big cigars and putting my feet up on the furniture now? Bossing you around and complaining about dinner not being at the table the second that I make it home form a long, hard day’s work?”

Jo laughed, rolling her eyes playfully at him. “We got legally married, Matthew, not teleported to the 1950s.”

***

“Okay, I think everything’s ready, yeah?” Jo looked up at him, breathless from the nervous pounding of her heart. 

“Yeah, yeah. I even added ‘Isn’t She Lovely,’ to the playlist, you know, for Sophia.”

Jo rolled her eyes when she realized that they’re having two separate conversations. “Matty, I’m talking about everything else, not the playlist! The - the dinner. The table. The house!”

“Everything is perfect, Jo. Relax.” Matty pressed his lips to hers, before she could interrupt. He took her hand, leading her to the couch. “Mum’s ordered from the chef friend of hers. Catering will be here in an hour. I’ve asked for a bartender. He’ll be arriving shortly before the guests.”

Jo nodded, going over the schedule helped her to get a real sense of preparedness. “Yeah, and- Charli’s in charge of the cake.”

“Ross insisted on flowers. Even though I said it was a home wedding. Very lowkey.”

“Ross is the best.” She smiled, fondly. 

“Would you please relax now? Everything’s accounted for!”

***

George stood up, smiling widely. “Ahem” he cleared his throat dramatically to gain the silent attention of the room. A hush fell over the place. Tim and Denise already brimming with tears. 

“Dearly beloved-“ the words were barely out of George’s mouth before Matty burst into laughter. 

“What the fuck, Matty?” George shot him a glare and whispered tight-lipped.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just….so formal. Go on.” Matty wiped the grin off his face.

“Dearly beloved-“

This time, it was Ross’s giggling that had interrupted the preamble. 

“Sorry, sorry. He’s right…you sound absurd… anyway, go on.”

George shook his back, loosening his shoulders in an attempt to remain composed. Giving both of his friends silent warnings, he tried again.

“Dearly-“ he cut himself off, turning to Adam. “You wanna laugh, too, I suppose? Get it out of your system now.” He demanded, stifling a laugh of his own. He was only deflecting, by projecting the laughter onto Adam. Now that it’s been pointed out to him, he was much too aware of the formality of the speech that he had prepared, unable to keep a straight face. ‘dearly beloved.’ What a ridiculous phrase. Why was it so unbelievably funny when you say it out loud?

The four boys burst into a fit of nervous laughter at the front of the room, whispering to each other incoherently, patting each others backs. 

Matty turned to the room filled with his friends and family, “sorry everyone. Erm. Hello! Thanks for being here. My- my beautiful wife and I, as you all know, have already been married a while. We just thought that….well, with baby Soph finally here and all that…we wanted to celebrate with you all.”

The room roared with cheers and applause, Jamie whistled. 

“I love you all so much. Thank you for coming.” Matty’s eyes welled up.

***

Charli handed Jo a bouquet of flowers that she had picked and tied together using a ribbon out of the decorations that Ross had ordered. “For the bride.” She kissed jo's cheek. “Congratulations.”

“Wait.” Carly held up her palms. “Those are the clips that I used on my wedding day. To keep my hair out of my eyes. You know….Something borrowed.”

Matty turned to his bride, mouthing, “all good?”

“Mhm.”

“Right. Where’s my ring bearer?”

Proudly, Adam and Carly’s son skipped over to the center of the room, with his hands extended out. “I’m herrreeee.”

Matty crouched down to be at his level. “Perfect. Thanks little legend. You’ve…gotta…mate, you’re meant to give them to me now.” Matty opened his hands, waiting for the reluctant ring bearer to complete his duties. “ So I can…you know… thank you! Smooth transfer, bro. You’re a natural!” He giggled, blushing like a teenager as his eyes locked on Jo. “Right, lastly, where’s my baby girl? Come here, Angel. Come to dada.”

Louis brought Sophia over, handing her to Matty.

“Hello my world.” He kissed her. “Come watch mom and dad get married.”

Their ring-clad fingers intertwined. Matty kissed his wife. She took a moment to let the tingle run through her, smiling, she turned to the crowd. 

“Let’s get this fuckin party started!!”

That was George’s cue to let the music play. 

Matty rushed over to the drinks corner, acquiring two glasses of champagne. He handed one to Jo, clicking it to his glass.  “we’ve done it. Cheers.”

“yes we have.”

“I love you, Jo.”

“I love you, too, Matty.”

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