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notafunkiller · 7 months

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What if I am too much?

Summary: When Sam's girlfriend calls you clingy, you decide to give Bucky some space. What you don’t know is that he doesn’t want any space. None at all.

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, angst, teasing, language, pet names, spanking, daddy kink, metal arm kink, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 2.2K

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A/N: I want to thank @marvelouslizzie for her help!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

“Oh, you’re alone?”

You turn your head in the direction of the voice and smile politely. You don’t recognize this woman, but she looks at you like she does.

“Uh, yes. Hello!”

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

You instantly blush, ashamed, and search for Bucky’s face in the crowd. Nowhere to be found. Damn it!

“No, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says before coming next to you. “I’m Misty.” Brunette, tall and beautiful.

“Where did we meet?”

“Sam’s birthday, but I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. You were too busy clinging to Bucky’s side all night.” She sounds serious, and you freeze, having no idea where this came from. She simply laughs, grabbing your arm with some kind of bionic cold hand for a second before letting it go.

It’s not like Bucky’s. It’s more... robotic.

“Clinging?” You ask confused.

“Yeah, you know, always sitting with him, holding his arm, following him around.”

You puff, already annoyed by this random woman. “Following him around? I’m not a dog!”

“Didn’t say you are a dog, honey. Just pointing out the obvious.”

You try to hold your tongue, pushing aside the impulse to start a fight. This is a night about Bucky. Not you or your discomfort. And she is his ex-co-worker-friend’s girlfriend. Your anger can wait.

“Alright, but how does my clinging affect you, though?”

“Oh, don’t take it so personally! I just meant to be friendly. It’s a girl’s advice. Live a little, being insecure is not gonna save your relationship.”

A piece of advice no one asked for. A take you never even considered. You’re not insecure and you’re definitely not keeping Bucky to your side all the time. You don’t… He is free to do whatever the hell he wants.

“Thank you.”

She has the audacity to laugh. “Don’t be so defensive, honey! Gonna get a cocktail, want some?”

You shake your head, feeling a hole in your stomach after she leaves you alone, and you basically run to the bathroom, trying to calm down. What if she is right, though? What if Sam heard or saw something? Maybe Bucky is extra grumpy or unhappy. Maybe he even complained…

You never thought sitting with Bucky is a sign of clinginess. You thought it’d help... he is not the most comfortable person at events. He gets stared at a lot, he hates small talk, and you really like being close to him. Gosh, you are clingy!

The rest of the night passes like a blur. When you come back, Bucky’s waiting for you, and despite your instinct to wrap your arm around his back and let him hold you, you keep a little distance, giving Sam and his nosy girlfriend a fake smile, while Bucky keeps staring at you strangely.

You even manage to avoid touching him all week somehow, except for a few kisses now and then. Your period came, and as he tried to hold you, you had to fight tears while telling him not to. You’re sick and tired and you miss him, but you want to give him some space. You’ve been suffocating him for so long... You make sure to cry only when he’s out because he might hear you even in the shower. He has super hearing after all.

You thought it would become easier every day, but quite the opposite. Every time you’re close to giving up, you remember Sam’s comment that he made a week after you met him about how Bucky always likes his space and what Misty told you, so you fight against your wish.

Until Sunday afternoon.

You’re in bed, scrolling down on Instagram as Bucky comes out of the shower. You try not to stare at him, but how can you not? He looks absolutely incredible.

What you don’t expect is him trying to get on top of you to tickle you with a huge smile on his face. He’s so adorable.

“B-Bucky, stop!” You laugh as his hands get under your T-shirt. He loves making you laugh no matter how he does it. “N-no.”

“Oh, I will,” he says playfully.

But what he failed to tell you is that stopping means sneaking his head under your T-shirt, which starts to rip a little because of the stretch, and resting it on your boobs.

“Bucky!”

He puffs, annoyed. “Why the fuck are you wearing a bra in the house, bubba?”

“Cause it’s a bra?” You ask back sarcastically, but you know this is weird. You always complain about needing to wear it outside. But inside? It’s even worse.

“Unacceptable.” He quickly rips your bra in half, not bothering to unhook it, and you feel his beard on your breast all of a sudden, making you shiver. Fuck, you really miss this.

“B-Bucky, come on, your hair is a little wet!”

“Bubba, please...”

“Bucky! Why did you do that?” He immediately takes his head out of your T-shirt, and you almost cry. He looks do lost and scared.

“Baby, do you not want me anymore?”

“What the fuck?” You groan. This is the last thing you wanted him to think. All you tried to do was to make him happy and feel less pressured.

“You don’t let me touch you. You don’t want to cuddle with me. You don’t wake me up with kisses. You don’t get on top of me You don’t hug me! What did I do?”

Your heart aches for both of you. “Wasn’t that better?”

“Better for who?” He cries. “This was the worst week of my life since Hydra.”

“Unfortunately, that cannot be true, Bucky.” You sigh, getting closer to him. “I thought you like space...”

“I do, but not with my fucking baby!”

You melt at his words, truth be told. He said it so passionately, but you’re so confused.

“I thought I was being too clingy, touching you too much, you know?”

“What? Where did this come from?”

You close your eyes. How are you supposed to answer this without sounding like a petty bitch?

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does!” You feel his hands grabbing your face so you can look at him. “It means I did something wrong.”

You frown, upset that he thinks that. He’s been nothing but kind, understanding, and loving to you, and you hate how he feels like he failed you or something.

“Sam’s girlfriend told me I am clingy... always with you, never leaving you alone to breathe basically. And it reminded me of Sam saying how much you love your space, and I just...” You try not to cry, you really do, but you cannot hold back the tears this time, which Bucky immediately reaches to wipe with his flesh fingers.

“Jesus, baby! I don’t give a goddamn shit about what they say, you aren’t allowed to listen to anyone! Just let me touch you.”

You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, and Bucky lifts you a bit so you can sit on his lap. You can hear his heartbeat, and you find that so peaceful.

“I thought you’re gonna break up with me, honey.” He whispers in your ear. “I was terrified when you didn’t let me cuddle with you.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” You don’t know what else to say. You hurt both of you for days just because you let some woman get inside your head, but you had good intentions. “I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

“I should be the one saying that, not you, bubba.” He leaves a kiss on your shoulder. “God, I missed you so much, it feels surreal to touch you.”

“I love you, I’m sorry.”

“Promise to never do this shit ever again!”

“I’ll try,” you murmur. “I didn’t realize you want me to touch you so much.”

Bucky lifts your head. “You know I have to punish you for that, right?”

“Punish me?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah, for believing some stranger over your man. For pulling away and giving me a heart attack. And for depriving yourself of my cuddling skills.”

You giggle. “What if I let you suck my nipples for a whole week anytime you wanted?”

“I already do that!” Bucky lifts your T-shirt as he speaks, and you gasp.

“You do not!”

“Yes, I do. Remember when I came home from the last mission and I made you come by-” He lowers his head and licks your right breast, avoiding your nipple.

“Fuck you, tease!”

“I am the tease?!” He snorts, continuing to lick.

“You’re always the tease. Now kiss me and gimmie your cock.”

“I won’t give you anything until I punish you.”

“Jamie!” You scream when he turns you around, ripping off your shorts in half, along with your underwear before placing you on his thighs. “What the fuck?”

“What the fuck to you for keeping yourself away from me.” You feel him caressing your ass for a few seconds before slapping your right cheek with his flesh hand. You squirm, gripping into his hip.

“F-fuck!”

“Count.”

You groan. “Jamie...” He spanks you again but harder, and this time you moan. “T-two.”

“Nope, we start over.”

“O-one.”

“Good girl!”

The third and fourth aren’t as hard as you want and you find yourself wiggling your ass in the air.

“Harder.”

“Harder?” He snorts, amused, and before he can bring his flesh hand in the air, you grab his metal arm.

“Please, daddy, use this one!”

Daddy? It didn’t take too long for you to get back in the mood.

“Can’t use it, baby, I’m sorry.”

“No!” You cry. “I need it, pleaseee. I’ll ride your face as many times as you w-want.”

Bucky still doesn’t agree. “Baby, it would hurt.”

“Let it hurt!”

You want it to hurt because this pain is not unbearable, quite the opposite. It pushes you over the edge faster.

He sighs and listens to you, bringing his metal hand to your ass, but you barely even feel it when he slaps. You groan, upset.

“I said slap! Do you want me to hover?”

“I can fucking hurt you.”

“I told you to hurt me!” You beg. “Please, honey! Please, please, please.”

He does it again, not hard enough for you, but you count anyway. Again and again.

“Jesus, you’re making my thighs so wet. You’re such a little whore for me.”

“I’m your whore. Always, daddy, please!”

Bucky’s moan comes somehow from the back of his throat, and the last spanks are perfect. He gently caresses your ass, cooling it off with his metal hand, and you smile. “You’re so dirty sometimes, but also such a good girl taking your punishment perfectly.”

“I am sorry,” you whisper.

“For what exactly?”

You pout, grabbing his face. “For all of it. But you’re you, Bucky. You’re the greatest guy in the world, I just didn’t want to be annoying.”

“You were annoying when you didn’t let me even hug you.”

You know that, but sometimes you can’t help but do dumb things, thinking about him. “I wanted you to be happy.”

“Well, I wasn’t happy, obviously. And neither were you, bubba. Promise me you’ll talk to me first next time.”

“I was just stupid…”

“No.” You feel his thumb all over your lips. “You were worried. I love you and I really need your touch, okay?”

“I noticed,” you laugh.

“Good, now feed me my boobs, and then I wanna see you riding my face as you negotiated.”

You fake sigh and grab your boob. “Open up.”

You’re not sure how to react when Bucky drags you straight to Sam and his girlfriend as soon as you get inside the museum.

“Hey, Buck-”

“Who do you think you are?”

Misty gasps while Sam and you freeze.

“Wow, wow, wow, man. Hold on a sec, what is going on?”

“What is going on, Samuel?” Bucky asks rhetorically through his teeth. “Ask your little girlfriend where she got her audacity from to tell my girl she is clingy. That she basically spends too much time with me. Who the fuck gave her the permission to even speak to her? So she either apologizes and keeps her mouth shut, or we’ll have a big problem.” Bucky turns his head to look at Misty. “From one metal arm to another. Wanna try me?”

“You did what? What the hell?”

Misty frowns, staring at you. “You went to complain to him for giving you a friendly, harmless advice?”

Bucky instantly grabs her metal arm wrist before you can answer.

“You got three seconds to beg for her forgiveness before I snap your hand in half. And I am not bluffing.”

Sam doesn’t even try to get between them, simply watching, and Misty immediately gets teary.

“I’m... sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head, squeezing her wrist. Holy shit! You haven’t seen him like this in ages. “Didn’t hear you.”

“I am sorry. I should have minded my own business!”

“Yes, you should’ve,” you say without regret. “But I forgive you.”

Bucky lets go with a grunt before nodding to Sam and bringing his hand to your hips, leading you toward the exit.

As soon as you are outside, you don’t even care if someone can hear you as you speak. “Fuck, I wanna suck your cock so badly!”

Bucky laughs. “I see. In the car… is that okay for you?”

You get on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Perfect.”

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theyluvkarolina · 2 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍

Part One , Part Two ' ' 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓 ' '

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` no! you’re married to me! she’s the other woman! ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ Being in love with your friend is the best! Until your wort dream comes true.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ lando norris x friend!reader (one-sided love)

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 ୨୧ none!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ angsty…?

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 ୨୧ The Other Woman - Lana Del Rey

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ sheeee’sss baaaaacckkkkk!!! so sorry i’ve left you guys high and dry! this work isn’t my favorite but definitely improved in my eyes! for my other mclaren supporters, how are we feeling with the results so far? personally, we can always improve, but I’m very happy with how they have been so far! Especially Oscar! :) (OP81 fic coming soon! 😉 )

hmmmm kinda feeling to make a part two but I will let you all decide! ;))

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y/n.jpeg congrats to my boy and everyone for the tremendous job they did! congrats to @ mclaren for their placement this race.

p.s. Y/Bsf/N and Lando met for the first time today! I think they like each other 🙃

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ybsf_username my gf is so pretty 😍😍😍

→ landonorris who said she’s your gf?? → ybsf_username why are you asking??? → username5 not them fighting over Y/N 💀

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username7 after the last post celebration post I don’t know what to expect…

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y/n.jpeg i think i had too much to drink…

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username14 this feels… so forcibly positive?

username15 she literally looks like the third wheel not even a friend :(

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harrysfolklore · 9 months

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Can you write a blurb where y/n is pregnant and she and harry are at a family party or something and everyone keeps touching her bump and she’s very uncomfortable, and harry comforts her? Xx

as usual, i hated the ending for this but i hope you guys like it 🥲 let me know your thoughts and thanks for the request <33

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The world was going crazy over Harry Styles becoming a dad.

And the fact that the picture he posted on his Instagram to announce it gathered over 30m likes, making it the 10th most liked picture on the platform’s history proved it.

However, his millions of fans all over the world weren’t the only ones feeling absolutely ecstatic over his wife being pregnant with his first child, his family was also losing their minds over the news.

The Styles family loved YN to pieces, and not only Harry’s nuclear family consisting of his mom and sister, his extended family including aunts, uncles, cousins and even family friends had grown to love the girl over the years. So when Anne called up to invite them over for one of her famous get togethers, they were over the moon because they knew the couple would be there and they would catch a glimpse of a pregnant YN for the first time.

“You ready, love?” Harry said as he entered their shared bathroom where his wife was applying the finishing touches to her makeup.

“I am, just need to spray on some perfume and I’m good to go.” She said as she turned around to face her husband, and when Harry got a proper look at her his breath almost hitched in his throat.

She looked absolutely breathtaking with her navy blue sundress and the brand new bump that adorned her body.

Harry swore that he had never seen someone more beautiful.

“Look at you, darling.” Harry simply said, putting a hand on his chin, looking at her almost in disbelief.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” YN joked for a moment, battling her eyelashes at him.

“No, you’re just the most gorgeous woman on this earth.”

“And you’re a total sap, let’s go, I don’t want us to be late.”

The car ride to Anne’s house was nice, their favorite soft tunes and small talk filled the air until they got there, and before getting off the car, Harry took a moment to reassurance his wife about the evening.

“If you feel uncomfortable or want to rest let me know immediately, okay? I don’t want you or baby to be overwhelmed.”

She pecked his lips softly before speaking, “We’ll be good, don’t worry.”

They got off the car and we’re instantly met with Anne waiting for them by the door, a fond smile on her face at the sight of two of her favorite people.

“I’m so happy you made it,” she said as he hugged Harry first, “Darling! You’re absolutely glowing!” she hugged her daughter-in-law, gently caressing her bump.

“Thank you, Anne. It’s so good to see you.”

The three of them headed to the backyard where the rest of the guests were mingling, and once YN stepped foot all eyes were on her, complimenting how beautiful her bump looked.

“YN darling! Long time no see!” one of Harry’s aunts approached her, hugging her before placing a hand on her bump.

At this, she immediately tensed, not used to anyone aside from Harry touching her bump.

Harry noticed it and he placed a hand on her back protectively before speaking, “We’re going to sit down for a bit, the missus is a bit tired from the drive here.”

Once they were seated next to Gemma and her boyfriend Michal, YN squeezed Harry’s leg gently and gave him a soft smile, as a way to thank him for his previous action.

The evening went on smoothly, they ate Anne’s delicious food and engaged with family they haven’t seen in a while.

However, every time someone came close to YN, trying to touch her bump or just invade her personal space, she grew more and more uncomfortable.

“Your bump is getting so big!”

“Is the baby kicking yet?”

“I miss having a baby bump.”

Were some of the comments YN had heard all day long, and by the time another of Harry’s aunts tried to approach her, she had enough and quickly exited the backyard before she could reach her.

“Love? Are you okay? Saw you running away back there.”

Harry’s voice made its way to her ears, she was leaning on the kitchen counter, her back facing him.

“I’m okay, just needed a breather.” She said, her eyes closed and still not facing him.

“Hey,” Harry slowly approached her, standing next to her but not touching her, “Can you look at me please?”

YN slowly turned around, and once Harry saw her watery eyes with tears threatening to come out, he pulled her to his chest.

“What’s going on, love? What made you upset?”

YN took a few breaths before speaking, “I just, I’m not used to anyone but you touching my bump and being close to me, and your aunts have been all over me all evening and I guess I got overwhelmed,” she sniffed before continuing, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be rude to your family but these hormones are acting up.”

“It’s okay love, nothing to apologize for,” he pecked her forehead softly, “Do you want to get out of here, we can leave now.”

“No, we don’t have to leave,” YN interrupted him, “Can you just, stay next to me when we go out there? I feel safer when you’re close.”

Harry almost melted at her words, and she grabbed her chin and kissed her lips softly.

“Of course, my love. I’ll always make sure you and baby feel safe and comfortable.”

And with a final shared kiss, they headed out again, Harry staying by YN’s side the entire time, making sure she and his baby were always safe.

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damiansgoodgirll · 10 months

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can u write abt jude defending the reader and also comforting her

jude bellingham x reader

tw : angst? not a main character death but still…

no one can compare

dating jude bellingham took a big change on your life. you went from having 45 followers to have more than a million. you went from being no one to being someone. you went from posting normal selfies to posting professional photos that photographers took of you. you went from working underpaid jobs to work with important brand as nike and gucci.

you knew that everything you had was because of jude and you couldn’t be more grateful. he didn’t mind about you getting important deals because everything he wanted was too see you happy and so if being the face of an important brand made you happy he would tell you to go for it.

he was your number one supporter and you were his. he always reposted everytime you got a deal done and you attended every single one of his matches.

you were like the “it” couple and fans loved you.

well, not all jude’s fans.

a big part of his fan base was made of teenage girls who absolutely hated you and they wanted you to know that.

you couldn’t even post a normal picture on instagram that you would receive comments like “she’s so ugly” “why is jude dating her?” “he could have better” “she was nothing before him” “she only uses him for money”…

the thing was, it wasn’t a normal picture. you posted a picture for your best friend who passed away a few days before. you thought people would understand the situation but that didn’t stop them from saying mean things on you.

that’s how you found yourself laying on the bed and all covered in blankets, drying your tears away while you were going through the comments.

jude was in the bathroom next door and he definitely heard you sniffling. he knew about the comments, he read those comments on the pictures he posted with you and even if he asked his fans to stop the harassment it felt like they wouldn’t even care and that made him ten times angrier.

he carefully opened the bedroom door, not trying to upset you more and went to sit on the bed, in the spot right next to you.

“hey love…” he gave you a sad smile when he saw your red eyes “please…give me your phone baby” he slowly went to get the phone out of your hands and you simply let it fall.

“why are people so mean? my best friend just passed away and all these people can say is how i look fake to their eyes” you cried “i couldn’t care less about what they say about me…but saying things under my best friend’s post? where is the respect everyone is preaching?” you let yourself cry in his arms.

“i know baby…i know you’re hurting” he kissed your head while his hands went on your back.

“it’s not only that…it’s just…everything i do seems to upset them…i know they’re your fans but what have i done to them for make them hate me so much?” you sniffled a little.

“absolutely nothing baby…you’re so perfect and beautiful and they wish they were you…they wish they were here with me instead…they’re jealous and insecure so they feel the need to hurt you and make you feel like they feel about themselves” he told you “they’re jealous because i chose you, not them” he kissed your cheek “and they’re jealous because they can’t compete with you…you’re so kind and beautiful and god, i love you so much darling…no one can compare to you, i love you and only you…” he wiped your tears away and gently posed his lip over yours “you’re my everything…”

“i love you so much jude…thank you”

“you don’t have to thank me baby, it’s the truth…that’s the whole reason i chose you and not them…you’re ten thousand times better” he said and you smiled a little.

he then let you snuggle on his chest while his hands held you closer to his body, gently stroking your hair as you both ended up watching some stupid show on his laptop.

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You Are In Love

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Summary: You and Luke have been through so many ups and downs and life adventures together, that he decides it's finally time to show you how much he loves you. Part 3 to the sugar daddy!Luke series (but can be read as a standalone!).

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: age gap relationship (college student x older male), sugar daddy/baby and dom/sub dynamics, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), marking, dirty talk, hooking up, fingering, overstimulation, fluffy ending (i think that's all but lmk if i missed something in the comments!)

Word Count: 7.5k

A/N: hi besties! i'm officially done with this semester of college so i finally had some time to write and finish up this story that i've been working on all month :) i hope you all love it! happy holidays you guys<3

(p.s. this is based off of "You Are In Love" by taylor swift<3)

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“Luke!” You squealed, writhing under him as he tickled you. “Stop!” You gasped for air, giggling beyond belief.

“Or what?” he asked.

“Or we have to get up and go get those matching Burberry coats I sent you last week.” You smirked, looking up at him with soft doe eyes.

The blond hummed, kissing your neck softly. “We can do that anyway, baby girl.”

“Luke,” You whined again. “I was kidding. I don’t need them.”

“Ah ah,” he tutted, running his pointer finger along your chin as he laid down beside you. “No pouting, honey. That’s the point of having a sugar daddy, is it not?” he asked.

You blushed, hiding your face in his hairy chest. “Mhm. I think we should keep having snuggle time first, though.”

“If you insist.” Luke yawned, kissing your forehead and pulling your naked body closer to his own on the silk sheets.

You two had just finished a rather spicy scene and now you were simply content to lay in bed and cuddle on the chilly, Saturday afternoon. Luke had a way like that. You could just lay in silence with him for hours and not get bored. You laid your head on his strong chest as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his work emails before migrating to Instagram. The blond’s whole aura was so calming, that even the most mundane things he had to do mesmerized you.

You watched as a smile grew on Luke’s face. “What?” You asked.

“Remember this?” he asked you, tilting the phone so you could see the post.

It was an Instagram memory from a year and a half ago. It was of you and Luke at one of Columbia’s charity balls, dressed in black tie. That night was still one of your favorite memories. Since then, you two had grown so much, both as individuals and together. You would be receiving your undergrad degree in May from Columbia and Luke was on top of the world with the current stock market. Your relationship had grown as well, moving away from the sugar daddy/baby dynamic. Your relationship was no longer transactional, and Luke absolutely loved to show you off to the world. He still spoiled you beyond belief, both with material things and with a freakishly active sex life, especially now that you were living in his humongous penthouse apartment with him. Despite all this, you began to let your mind wander as you laid on Luke’s chest, thinking back to that night last May.

One look, dark room, meant just for you. You gazed across the ballroom of The Plaza Hotel, watching the tall blond. His curls cascaded against his face in an almost princelike way, but you couldn’t deny that he was looking at you. You sipped your ginger ale that had been poured in a champagne flute, hoping the dimness of the room would hide your blush. Time moved too fast, and before you knew it, he was standing next to you.

“Hey,” he hummed in a luxuriously deep voice. “Having fun?”

“Mhm!” You nodded, trying your best to appear that you were, especially since you didn’t know exactly who he was.

“You’re better than me,” he chuckled, downing the last of his cocktail. “I hated these things when I was here.”

“Oh?” You asked, your interest piqued.

“Luke Hemmings,” he nodded, holding his hand out for you to shake. “Columbia grad.”

“Oh,” You bit your lip, trying to hide your shock. “I know you, I think.”

“Most people do, sweetheart.” he chuckled.

“You’re big on Wall Street, right?”

Luke nodded brushing closer to you. The blond was clearly happy that you knew who he was, and it was evident as he pressed himself closer to you, brushing the buttons of his coat against your emerald green, silken gown. “Not nearly the biggest.” he laughed lightheartedly.

The sound made you swell up with happiness. Luke’s laugh was unusual for a body like his, but it suited him so well. It was warm and sunshiney, just like his smile and the golden curls that engulfed him in his own personal halo.

“So, do you have a name? Or are you just the mysterious pretty girl?” he chuckled.

The feeling that this beautiful (not to mention wealthy) man wanted to know who you were made the butterflies in your stomach take flight. You gazed up at him, studying his stubble and his beautiful, full lashes, before you trailed your eyes down to his plump, pink lips. You knew he was older; you were still only a sophomore at the university, after all, but despite not having any proof, you had seen enough to know that Luke was looking for more than just a conversation.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” You smiled softly, brushing back against him. “You’re really nice.”

Luke chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. Instead of shrinking back like you would if any other man did that, you melted into the blond’s touch, noting how warm and soft he was. He stayed silent for a moment, before gazing down at you. “So, would you wanna get out of here?” he asked.

“With a man I just met?” You joked.

“It’s just a question. Up to you.” he whispered huskily into your ear.

You nodded, a sudden streak of boldness running through you. “Y’know what? Why not?”

Luke smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you through the crowd as you dodged some of your professors, university faculty, waiters, and esteemed party goers in general. Once you made it out into the main hallway of the hotel, you breathed a sigh of relief. The lobby was nearly empty, which wasn’t surprising, seeing as it was almost midnight. The plush carpet sank under your feet as you and Luke walked up to the valet desk. The staff didn’t even need a name, they simply hurried off to retrieve the blond’s car.

“Are you cold?” he asked, holding your hand as you walked down the grand marble steps to the sidewalks of New York City.

“A little bit…” You admitted sheepishly, a blush dotting your cheeks for probably the fiftieth time that evening.

Luke smiled softly, pulling off his suit jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders. “Better?”

You nodded softly, breathing in the scent of his expensive cologne. “Thank you, Luke.”

As you spoke, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb and the driver hopped out, opening the doors for you and Luke. You didn’t miss the Bentley logo on the hood as you carefully stepped in, noting the fine Italian leather. Luke stepped into the driver’s seat beside you, immediately revving the car up and pulling out into the never-ending traffic of the city.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked your newfound partner.

“Whatever you like,” Luke smirked. “But there is a beautiful French coffee shop near here that’s open all night?”

“Sounds perfect.” You said graciously, smiling at him from the passenger side.

“So,” the blond started, making small talk. “What’s your major?”

You smiled over at him. Luke’s eyes were genuine as he pulled into a parking deck near the cafe. Before you could even answer, he was parking and helping you out of the car. He was such a gentleman, it almost made you wonder why he was talking to you instead of any other girl. You held onto the blond’s arm as he helped you out, smiling up at him.

“Journalism,” You said happily, always willing to talk about your major and passions. “I wanna be a music journalist.”

Luke smiled, holding your hand as you walked down the levels to the street. “I’ve always loved music. When I’m not working, that is. Wall Street doesn’t give a ton of time for much else…unless it’s something I really want.”

As you two walked into the cafe, you couldn’t help but to notice the chain of your necklace, reflecting in the lights of the city that never slept. Luke opened the door for you and led you into the establishment, easily ordering you both a coffee. You sat down at the table in the corner while you waited, trying not to let how giddy you were with nerves show.

“Do you have a certain time you need to be back by?” Luke asked you, checking his golden Rolex as the waitress placed a fancy coffee in front of you both.

You shrugged, looking him up and down with a flirty look. “Not unless you’re ready to be rid of me.” You hummed, twirling a strand of your hair.

Most people probably wouldn’t believe you unless they were your best friends, but despite your studious personality, you loved to flirt. Besides, who wouldn’t want to see what a billionaire CEO who was not lacking in looks had in mind? You could see it in Luke’s blue eyes that he was having similar thoughts as he searched your own. You smirked at his reaction, biting your lap as he placed one of his large, ring-clad hands on your knee.

“Finish your drink then we can get out of here.” he said, almost like a command.

You hurriedly did as he said, enjoying the rich, French coffee that warmed you from the inside out. You could practically see Luke’s eyes clouding over with want for you, and you longed to see what his chest looked like free from the white button-down he was sporting. As soon as you had finished your last sip, he was pulling you up and out of the shop, smiling fondly at you as you wandered back to his car.

“There are some…rules we need to follow if we’re gonna go further.” Luke hummed as you both got in the car.

“I understand,” You said sweetly, looking at him. “Go on.”

“I’m not looking for anything serious right now. I just want to make that clear. I want someone I can fuck and spoil without having to worry about…everything else,” the blond said, looking at you honestly. “Kinda like a sugar baby.” a smirk grew on his face.

“Oh,” You said, flushing red. “That’s okay with me.” Your voice was sultry as you spoke.

You knew Luke. You had done research on the top investment bankers on Wall Street for one of your classes and lo and behold there he was, number one at just twenty-six years old. It wasn’t even the money that was that enticing, though. It was just Luke as a person. Ever since you had seen him on your laptop screen, you had been in awe of him. He was absolutely beautiful, in a way that made him seem unreal; almost like he belonged with the gods instead of on Earth. The fact that someone like that wanted to be around you, sexually or not, was gratifying.

“Second of all, you’re going to have to sign an NDA, sweetheart. No one else can know you hang around me, nor can they know where any gifts you get come from. Deal?” Luke asked, a hungry expression in his blue eyes.

“Deal.” You nodded firmly.

The blond snaked his large hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you across the console of the car as he began to kiss you. His tongue was soft and warm and tasted like a mix of coffee and the bourbon he must’ve consumed earlier in the evening. You kissed Luke back just as fervently, moving your hands to tangle in his honey-blond curls. It didn’t matter that this man was a billionaire you had just met. He tasted like both heaven and sin, as if he could save you, and make you do awful things. The scent of Hugo Boss Bottled was absolutely intoxicating on this man, making you want to bury your nose in his chest and stay there forever.

“So, would you like to take this back to mine?” Luke asked softly, but with lust clouding his voice.

You nodded quickly, and Luke planted one last kiss on your already swollen lips, starting the car. He quickly pulled out into the streets, zipping in between cars as he sped towards southern Central Park. You almost didn’t believe where he was going until the supertall, luxury high rises made of glass and steel came into view. You didn’t know why you had wondered where Luke lived; of course he lived on Billionaire’s Row with all the other businessmen and mega-celebrities.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Luke asked as he pulled up to the valet in the parking garage of his building.

“It’s amazing,” You muttered, craning your head back as you observed the night sky that was aglow with the lights from all of the buildings. “It’s like something out of a movie.”

“Just wait until you see my penthouse.” Luke snuck the word that just affirmed his wealth into the sentence, kissing your cheek and placing a sneaky hand on your ass as he handed his keys to the valet.

You leaned into his touch, looking up at him as he grinned down at you. Taking your hand, Luke led you to a slightly discreet elevator, smiling softly. “Up to mine.”

“You have your own elevator?” You didn’t know why you sounded so shocked.

Luke chuckled. “Yes, sweetheart. I have my own elevator.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he led you into the fine, marble elevator. With the walls being made of glass, you could practically see the whole of New York City underneath you as you rose higher and higher. Luke’s hand hadn’t left your ass the whole time, and your heart raced at the thought of what the night held. Finally, you docked and the doors opened, allowing the blond to lead you into his penthouse apartment.

“It’s beautiful.” You mumbled, breathlessly as you surveyed the humongous living room.

“Sit down,” Luke nodded to the large L-shaped couch. “I’ll be right back.”

You carefully sat down on the white, plush couch tentatively, afraid of staining it or ruining it somehow because you were sure this couch cost more than you spent in three months. Your eyes darted around the apartment, noticing how everything was absolutely spotless and all white. It was a very neat apartment for a young bachelor, but then again, Luke probably had a maid. The blond returned shortly after, having ditched his suit jacket and brandishing papers and a bottle of Cabernet.

“Would you like some?” he asked, reaching for wine glasses that were sitting on a crystal tray on the coffee table.

“No thank you.” You blushed.

Nevermind that you were only twenty. You were just terrified of spilling red wine on his white carpet and couch, not to mention your silk dress. Luke didn’t seem to mind, though. He just poured himself a glass and then pushed the papers and a fine, wooden pen towards you. His blue eyes held an almost soft honesty as he spoke to you, his curls that had been gelled back for the night falling loose.

“This is an NDA. It has nothing to do with you. It’s just for my safety, and so the magazines don’t come after me or you. Understand?” he asked.

You nodded, kissing his cheek that was much softer than you had expected. “I know what an NDA is, silly.”

Luke blushed, and you saw a hint of who he was out of the public eye. “I’m really sorry if this is awkward. I just…I think I come off more confident than I really am.”

“I understand,” You said honestly. “For what it’s worth, you’ve been so kind to me this evening.”

The blond gave you a crooked smile, pushing the papers. “Sign and then we can do something else.” he winked.

You quickly signed the papers without a second thought and then turned to Luke. “What else were you thinking of?”

Luke grabbed you by the hips, pulling you across the couch and into his lap. Hoisting your emerald dress up your legs, you straddled him, looking down into his crystal eyes. Luke held both of his hands across your ass, pulling you closer to him as he began to softly suckle on your neck. You practically moaned at the feeling, bracing yourself against his broad shoulders.

“Is that okay?” the blond asked, pulling back to look at you.

“It’s better than okay.” You smiled, pecking his lips.

Luke ran the hickeys down from behind your ear, across your collarbone, and then to your breasts. Unconsciously, you began to grind into his lap, feeling the blond’s bulge underneath you. He began to slowly bounce you on his leg, soft, erotic moans leaving his mouth as he unzipped the back of your dress. You whined at the feeling of your already-dampening panties at the way Luke ran his hands along your body and the noises that fell from his lips.

“God, Y/N. You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he whispered huskily. “Wanna take you to my bed and fuck you until your little cunt can’t cum anymore.”

You whimpered at his dirty talk, pushing yourself into him. “Luke, please.”

He easily stood up, despite holding you, and carried you deeper inside the apartment. His bedroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the house, and the blond softly placed you on his California king bed, smiling softly at the way your silk dress fanned out on the sheets. You blushed under his gaze, well aware of the heat flaming your cheeks. Luke placed another kiss to your lips, undoing his tie.

“So goddamn beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped you as Luke showered you with praises. He smirked softly at how cute you were, slipping his thumbs under the straps of your dress. You pushed yourself up to meet his hands, moaning softly as you arched your back.

“May I?” he asked.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his back as he slid the dress off of you, smirking at your bare boobs and white thong. Luke bent, leaving a kiss on your wet underwear as he slowly pulled off your golden, strappy heels. After he tossed the shoes across the room, Luke began to unbutton his own white, dress shirt, giving what you had wanted all evening. You were practically salivating as Luke rid himself of his shirt, leaving you to revel in the glory of his chest.

He had the perfect mix of lean and slightly squishy on his body. His hairy chest mingled with the silver chain around his neck, which trailed down to his milky tummy, and then to the happy trail that snaked its way into his waistband.

“Do you like what you see?” the blond asked you with a chuckle.

You nodded eagerly as he climbed into bed with you in his gray, Calvin Klein boxers. “I can see why you were GQ’s Man of the Year.” You said breathlessly, still in awe of him.

“Oh, so you’ve been looking at me before, baby?” a smirk dawned the blond’s lips as he climbed on top of you, flicking his tongue across your breasts.

You whimpered at the feeling of him across your sensitive skin, running your nails along his back. “Show me I won’t be disappointed.” You told him.

Luke began to softly suckle on your tits, leaving more hickeys as he trailed down from your chest to your stomach, then to the waist of your underwear. “May I?” he asked, snapping the white elastic.

You nodded quickly, bucking your hips up to meet the boner that was growing in his boxers. “Please. Just fuck me. That’s what you wanted, right?” You asked, fluttering your lashes.

Luke smiled, kissing your cheek softly. “You’re a fast learner, baby girl. You sure you’ve never been a fuck doll before?” the blond hooked his thumbs around your panties, slowly and teasingly smiling as he pulled them down your hips.

You didn’t have time to respond, because Luke began to slowly rub his thumb over your clit, to which you let out a gasp. He began to speed up the rhythm, smirking as he felt your legs clench around him. You moved your hands from his back upwards, tangling them in his strawberry blond curls. Luke began to use his other hand to slowly slide in and out of you, his fingers gliding easily because of how wet you were.

“Luke,” You moaned out, bucking your hips up closer to him. “Gonna cum soon.”

That just made the blond tease you more, glee in his blue eyes as he continued to pleasure your entire pussy. Tears were coming to your face as you held back, that white-hot feeling building up in your lower stomach. To stimulate you more, Luke began to rub his clothed dick against you slightly, enjoying the moans that fell from your lips at the friction. You were both panting and moaning until finally, Luke kissed your pubic bone.

“Go ahead, baby,” he hummed. “Cum all over my fingers.”

You didn’t need to be told twice to do what Luke asked. You immediately clenched around his graceful fingers, whimpering as you came. Collapsing back onto the pillows, you just caught Luke sucking his fingers off, looking so sinfully beautiful.

“You taste so fuckin’ good, Y/N,” Luke moaned, beginning to stroke his cock through his underwear. “Think you’re capable of another round?”

You nodded quickly, looking up at him. “Let me.” You said, placing your hand over his own.

“Well, if you insist.” Luke smirked, practically ripping off his underwear.

His dick stood tall now, throbbing as it practically begged for you to touch it. You got on your knees, looking up at the blond with a smile as you ran your tongue across his tip. You knew he would be too big to take all of him, so you slowly began to take his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth while pumping his base when you hit the back of your throat. Luke threw his head back with a moan, pushing his hips towards you.

“Feels so good, Y/N. Oh my god…” he panted as you sucked him off.

Luke began to grip your hair as you bobbed your head up and down. He could feel his dick twitching in your mouth, begging for him to claim you and cum all down your throat. The blue-eyed man gripped your hair, pulling you closer to him. Without warning, he released thick, white ropes of cum shooting down your throat. Luke pulled off so you could breathe easier, but he didn’t miss the slutty smirk that was decorating your face.

“You like that?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Yummy.” You giggled.

Luke kissed your forehead, caressing your naked body. “You are so, so perfect. Think you can hold up for one more? I need to be inside of you.” he said, beginning to passionately kiss you.

You moaned against his warm, plump lips as Luke massaged your breasts while kissing you. Before you knew it, you had moved to straddle his lap, moving your hips in teasingly slow circles. Luke grunted, moving to grab your ass.

“Gonna act like a slut, gonna get treated like one.” he hummed, thrusting his dick inside your folds.

You moaned at the feeling of suddenly being so full, bouncing on his lap to adjust. “Oh my god…” You breathed out. “So big.”

Luke smirked at that, his ego being fueled. He pinned you down to the bed, beginning to ride you. His thrusts were fast and sloppy, but they were oh-so-powerful. You could hear that sound of his headboard hitting the wall as he railed you, and you were silently thankful that Luke had the whole floor to himself. Your silence didn’t last long though, for Luke hit your G-spot, making you cry out.

“Gonna cum.” You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to withstand the overstimulation.

“You can do it, baby girl,” the blond coached you. “Hang on longer, princess.”

You wrapped your legs around Luke’s hips as he continued to pound into you. Your second orgasm was always much faster than your first, and right now was no exception. You sobbed at the feeling of needing to cum so badly, but despite how your emotions appeared, you were really loving this. You gripped the silken sheets in your hands as you writhed under him, until Luke finally kissed your tear-stained, sweaty cheek.

“Show me how good you can cum on my cock, baby.” Luke growled in your ear.

You immediately clenched around Luke’s dick, letting go. It was the best orgasm you had ever had, and you knew Luke could tell by the way he was smirking at you. You were still panting and riding out your high when the blond’s dick twitched inside of you and he quickly pulled out, cumming on your thighs.

“Uh uh…” You panted, staring up at him completely fucked out. “Good pull out game.” You chuckled when you caught your breath.

Luke smiled, kissing your cheek. “What else would you take me for, baby girl?” he hummed.

He pulled a pack of wet wipes from his nightstand, wiping both you and himself down before he gave you another heated kiss on the lips. The blond patted your ass softly, in an almost shooing motion. “Get on out of here and get some rest,” Luke cooed. “Call me tomorrow. There should be something waiting for you on the kitchen counter.”

You hurriedly pulled on your silky dress. Your heart dropped a bit as you watched Luke toy around on his phone, that is, until he looked up at you through his lashes, telling you he ordered you a private car to take you back to your residence hall. The blond gave you one last kiss as you left the room, reminding you to check the counter. As you wandered into the kitchen, you saw a rather stuffed envelope with your name on it laying on the marble countertops.

Your jaw dropped as you opened the package to reveal an enormous stack of cash. You quickly began to count it, speaking softly to yourself. There was over a thousand dollars in that one envelope. You shot Luke a quick thank you text, hurrying out of his home and down to the idling car for you, a smile gracing your face at the thought of your newly found sugar daddy.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Luke asked, tapping your nose.

“Sorry,” You blushed, realizing how long you’d been zoned out for. “Just thinking about you, I guess.”

“Oh?” he asked, cocking his brow.

“Just how much I love you.” You smiled, snuggling closer to his chest.

“I love you,” Luke hummed, pulling you closer to him. “That night changed my life for the better.”

You smiled when you saw the softer side of Luke’s personality peeking out. You knew that below his stock market aficionado personality, Luke was still a soft, sweet little boy. You had discussed the things from his childhood before, which is why Luke had had a rather hard time staying in long-term relationships. That is, until he met you. The same effect Luke on you, you had on him. He felt that spoiling you and loving you gave him a purpose outside of work. You loved him for more than his job, status, or wealth. When you two were together, he was just Luke, and you were just Y/N.

“I changed my mind,” You hummed as you cuddled up with Luke. “I don’t want to go get those coats now. I’d rather stay in and watch a movie.”

“Are you sure?” Luke asked, always looking for a way to spoil you.

“I’m sure,” You nodded. “You know I’ll never turn down naked cuddles.” You winked.

The blond chuckled, kissing your forehead. “Whatever princess wants, princess gets. Just don’t forget, we have dinner reservations tonight.”

You smiled, hugging him. “We should watch a movie.”

“Would you like to?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.

You nodded, sitting up and wrapping your pink, silk robe around yourself. You tugged Luke’s hand so that he would get up and do the same. Your boyfriend pulled on a pair of loose, gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, allowing your eyes to trail from his happy trail up to his broad chest. You shook your head and grabbed Luke’s hand, tugging him to the kitchen.

“C’mon, we gotta make coffee first.”

Luke smiled at your antics, chuckling softly. Despite the fact that you were only less than seven years apart, he felt that you kept him “young”. Having never been able to have a real childhood due to studying and watching his father’s empire grow, Luke enjoyed seeing the childlike joy spread across your face. You plugged in the espresso machine while Luke pulled two mugs down from the cabinet. You giggled when you saw the pink, Hello Kitty mug in his large hands, looking up at him softly.

“I remember that one,” You said, standing on your tiptoes and kissing Luke’s cheek. “You bought it for the very first time I spent the night.”

“That I did,” the blond said, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you started the coffee. “For my girl.” he hummed, leaving a kiss on your neck.

“You bought me my own mug?” You asked Luke as he pulled them down from the cabinet, filling the pink mug with coffee for you.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled, passing the cup of warm liquid to you.

“I dunno,” You shrugged, looking out the window down on the people of New York City to avoid Luke’s eyes. “I guess I just thought we were mostly…physical.” You blushed.

It was Sunday morning and you were sat at Luke’s kitchen island, hair messy and in a white lace nightie. It was the first time you’d ever spent the night with him, and you had been pleasantly surprised. Luke had cared for you much more than you’d expected him to, showering you with praises and even currently puttering around the kitchen, making you breakfast. You could see the smirk decorating Luke’s face at the term physical as he turned towards the toaster.

“Shit!” he yelped, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay?” You asked hurriedly, coming around the island as Luke ran his hand under cold water in the sink.

“Burnt the toast,” the blond huffed, gesturing towards the plate that was responsible for his injury. “Goddamn it.”

Sure enough, the small, white saucer held two pieces of absolutely blackened bread that was nowhere near edible. You chuckled as you scraped the “toast” into the trash, kissing Luke’s cheek. “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

He nodded, wrapping his arms around you once he had dried his hands off. “Now that I’m holding you I am. What do you say we go out for breakfast, yeah? I know a wonderful Colombian place that we can have privately.”

You smiled, looking into Luke’s blue eyes and then down at your nightie. “I would love to, but uh, I don’t have ‘proper’ clothes to wear.”

Your clothes from last night were covered in a…variety of substances, and you didn’t deem them appropriate for going out anywhere, but especially not to a high-class restaurant with a billionaire. Luke didn’t seem to mind though, he just took your hand and drug you to his closet, throwing the doors open. Everything was organized in an absolutely immaculate way; pressed shirts hung just right, pants folded perfectly in Ikea dressers, shoes stacked neatly on shelves, and a rotating belt hanger. Before you knew it, Luke had rummaged together an outfit for you, consisting of a white button-down that would be a stylish shirt dress on you, a New York Yankees baseball cap, and some gold jewelry.

“How many times have you done this before?” You asked somewhat seriously as you began to dress.

“What? Take care of a woman? Plenty.” he grumbled.

You blushed under the lustful glare in his eyes, knowing you were working him up and loving it. “I was kidding, you know.”

“I know. I just think it’s cute how you pretend to be so big and bad like you weren’t screaming my name last night, baby doll. By the way, keep the shirt.” Luke flashed you a smile that was much whiter than the average person’s was, but your tummy flared with butterflies nonetheless.

You nodded, breathing in the scent of Hugo Boss Bottled again as you finished dressing. You had no plans of getting rid of anything he gave you. You were so attached to him that you knew it was stupid, but Luke was just so captivating. You understood now why women had been fawning over the blond for years.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

You nodded once more, and Luke took your hand, leading you down to his car. Today he had decided on driving the Range Rover, and once you were both seated comfortably (and he had made a call to arrange private dining at the restaurant), he began to speak. “You know just because you’re a sugar baby doesn’t mean I don’t value you, right?”

You looked across the console at Luke as he pulled out into the busy streets of New York City, admiring the sharp curve of his jaw and the slope of his nose as his sunglasses cast shadows onto his face. “Go on.”

“I just…I feel a connection to you, Y/N. I enjoy having you in my life, baby girl,” Luke paused for a moment, gripping the steering wheel before speaking again. “You make me feel good. Better than I have in years, actually. Both mentally and emotionally.” he looked over the bridge of his sunglasses to make sure you were listening.

You blushed, your cheeks flaming under the brim of the baseball hat. “That’s very kind, Luke. Thank you.” You reached across the console to where his right hand rested, pressing yours on top of his own larger, ring-clad one.

“And I have this promise to you that I want to keep. I want to make this work.” he spoke as he pulled up beside a restaurant, watching as a valet came hurrying out.

“I think we can, Luke. I think we can.” You said, leaning over the console and pressing a passionate kiss to his plump, pink lips.

You were absolutely ready to let go of the fears and ghosts you had and just be. Luke made you feel different. He gratified you physically, emotionally, and mentally, and that was exactly what you needed.

“Hello, earth to Y/N. You zoned out again. Coffee’s done.” Luke hummed, tapping your shoulder.

“Sorry,” You said, ears turning pink. “I guess I’ve just been thinking a lot lately.”

“About…?” Luke questioned, taking his mug and padding to the living room.

“I dunno. Us? How we got here?”

Luke smiled as you sat down beside him, throwing an arm around you. “We got here because I couldn’t resist the body in that pretty emerald dress and then learned about the woman wearing it.” he chuckled, flicking on the TV.

It hadn’t meant to be sexy, but you still blushed, hiding your face in his chest. “I know, it’s just…it’s hard to believe we’re in a long-term relationship when we started with the whole sugar baby thing.”

“Well, life is surprising that way,” Luke shrugged, navigating to the rom-coms section. “All I care about is the fact that I have my beautiful girl now. Mwah!” he said, planting an exaggerated kiss on your forehead as a movie began to play.

As you two fell deeper into the plot of the meet-cute characters, you couldn’t help but to notice the silence between you and your lover. It wasn’t uncomfortable, not in the slightest, but it was almost like you could hear something in it, telling you how much you truly loved Luke. As surprising as it may have been to others, you knew the blond was your forever man. You were in love, true love at that.

Before you knew it, the movie had ended and Luke was picking you up off the couch and throwing you over his strong shoulder. “Time to get ready for dinner.”

You giggled, wiggling in his arms. “Put me down!”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. “I have something for you.”

Luke led you into your master suite, setting you down on the bed. You watched curiously as he went into the closet and then returned with a dress bag and a shoe box. You blushed and giggled as you saw the designer logos that were plastered on both. No matter how long you were with Luke, you would probably never get used to such spoiling.

“What’s this?”

“Oh, just something for you to wear this evening,” he hummed. “I’m gonna go get ready.” Luke left a kiss on your cheek before grabbing the suit he’d laid out on the dresser and puttering to the bathroom.

You slowly pulled the plastic back from the garment to reveal a beautiful, flowy red dress. You practically gasped in awe at the rich material, quickly sliding it over your head and marveling in the body mirror over how the dress hugged you perfectly, accenting your body in all the right places.

“Wow,” Luke said breathlessly when he re-entered the bedroom. “You look amazing, my love.”

You blushed under his gaze, looking up at him. “Thank you. I was thinking of wearing red lipstick. Both because it matches the dress…and because it looks good on your face.”

Luke smirked, leaving kisses down your neck. “Please do.”

As you did your makeup and finished getting ready, you let your mind wander. Putting on your mascara is when the thought hit you. Would Luke propose tonight? You shook your head with a small laugh, thinking about how ridiculous the thought actually was. He would give you more of a heads up than that. You knew that Luke would propose one day, but it probably wouldn’t be on a random date night.

“You ready, darling?” he asked, checking his watch as the Rolex logo glinted in the light of your vanity.

“Mhm,” You nodded with a smile, standing up and taking his hand. “Always.”

“I booked us a driver for tonight,” Luke informed you as you two left the apartment. “That way it can be all about us.”

You smiled, snuggling closer to his arm. “That sounds perfect. Where are we headed?” You asked as you stepped into the sleek, black car with Luke.

“You’ll see-” he smiled softly.

You cut Luke’s sentence off by kissing his lips softly. Sometimes, you just couldn’t believe your boyfriend was real and had to kiss him, just to make sure. Your lover looked so much like a prince right now it was almost illegal. His navy blue suit complimented his blue eyes perfectly, and his light blond curls fell to his shoulder just right. In short, Luke looked absolutely dashing.

“Hey, this area is familiar. There’s the hotel.” You smiled, nudging Luke’s shoulder.

Sure enough, the car had stopped outside of the hotel you and Luke had met in so long ago, to which Luke smiled at you. “We have a quick errand before dinner. C’mon.” he smirked.

The driver opened the door of the backseat for you and Luke, allowing you to step out onto the sidewalk in the chilly, New York City air. The sun hadn’t quite gone down yet, but it was enough to be cool and you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself. Luke took your hand, smiling softly and led you up the stairs and into the warmth of the lobby.

“What are we doing here?” You asked as he led you towards that all-too-familiar ballroom.

“I just thought we’d stop by. It is almost Christmas, after all,” he said, nodding towards the large tree in the corner of the ballroom. “What better time to do some reminiscing?”

You blushed softly as Luke led you to the center of the grand ballroom, underneath the luxurious, diamond chandelier. “Would you like to dance, Y/N?”

You nodded softly, trying to hide your embarrassed giggles as Luke played a waltz on his phone and began to spin you around. It was quiet here, allowing you to focus on nothing but Luke. Even though you had known for so long now, you realized just how in love you were with Luke. Looking into his eyes must’ve been what true love from all those princess stories felt like. All that mattered was that you had him and he had you. As the song came to an end, Luke brought you in close and kissed you softly, taking great care not to ruin your lipstick. You had thought that you two were done, that is, until Luke pulled back and got down on one knee, making your heart stop.

“Y/N L/N, I love you more than anything ever. I have since the day I met you. You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars. You have given me a reason to live. Will you marry me, Y/N?” Luke asked, a soft, crooked smile on his face as he opened the ring.

“Yes!” You squealed, throwing your arms around his neck. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Luke picked you up and spun you around as a photographer stepped out from behind the tree, snapping photos. You couldn’t believe this was your life, especially when Luke slid the enormous diamond onto your finger, kissing your knuckles softly. You were so overwhelmed with love and tears that you hardly heard Luke speak to you.

“We have one more place to go.” he whispered. “Shall we?” the blond led you to the car once again, but you stopped your lover, tugging on his arm.

“It’s snowing!” You smiled, craning your neck up to gaze as the flurries fell on and around you.

Luke took your hand, spinning you around in a soft dance. The light glinted off his eyes and brilliant white smile perfectly, making your new fiancé look like a real life angel. It was almost like you two were in a snowglobe, dancing round and round until you finally pulled each other into a deep kiss, ignoring the “awe”’s and snapping of photos by passing strangers. Luke quickly helped you into the car, directing the driver towards his office on Wall Street.

“I know your job is demanding, hun, but do we really have to go into your work after we just got engaged?” You pouted and nudged the blond, knowing the effect it had on him.

“Shhhh,” Luke hushed you with a kiss on the head. “We’re not going for work; I want to show you something.”

It wasn’t long until you had arrived at the large skyscraper and were in the ornate elevator, looking through the large, glass windows as you rose higher and higher above New York City. It was hard to believe Luke actually worked here, but you recalled the one night you had seen his checking account balance when he had left his laptop open, and it suddenly didn’t seem as crazy. Even though it was a Saturday evening, people bustled around the office shouting numbers and hurrying after their bosses.

Luckily, Luke had a quiet, private office to which he threw the door open. “Ta-da.” he hummed softly.

“You came here to show me your office?” You giggled.

The blond shook his head, leading you over to the large, black desk. When you saw what he was referencing, you could’ve cried. There were several framed photos of you, all smiley and joyous that Luke had taken himself. Even on his desktop wallpaper was a photo of you when you two had gone to Turks and Caicos over the summer, plus a sticky note stuck to the monitor that said “Book Y/N’s Grad Trip”.

You threw your arms around Luke’s neck as tears pricked your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby girl,” he hummed, holding your ass in both hands and peppering your face with kisses. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I should be the one asking that question. I really understand now.”

“Understand what?” Luke asked, softly setting you down.

“Why they lost their minds and fought the wars. Why people in romance novels are willing to give up everything for their lover.”

As you spoke, you could see tears brimming on Luke’s lower lash line. In all your time together, you had never seen the blond cry. You wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head against his tall, broad shoulder.

“We’re not going to dinner now.” Luke chuckled and sniffled, wiping his eyes with his thumb.

“Why?” You asked curiously.

“Because I want to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore, princess,” he smirked huskily. “I know the ring on your finger says it, but I wanna make you mine.”

“Well, if you do insist.” You giggled.

Luke picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the office, not caring who was looking. They wouldn’t say anything to him anyway. And in that moment, you realized that you were in love.

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harrysmimi · 7 months

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Love Story (Insta Promt)

Synopsis: One where Harry and YN find that they complete one another (Oneshot coming soon...)

Ps. User: penguinflaps is YN's Instagram in the promot

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penguinflaps Had so much fun working with harrystyles all those three days. Harry, thank you so much for having me be a part of such an amazing project! 🥺❤️

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Harrymybbdaddy shut up! This is so cuteeeee! I FUCKING LOVED THE VIDEO!!! 😭

harrysluv look at his bunny teef 🥺😭 I'm gonna cry he is so adorable!!!!!

babyrry He is so fucking adorable! I wanna punch a concrete wall with my bare hands!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😤

harrystyles 🤗❤️❤️

harrysfan1 SHUT UP! HARRY COMMENTED! HE NEVER COMMENTS!

harrysfan2 Mom, look Harry Styles know technology exists!!!

harrysfan4 harrysfan3 STOP! THAT'S HILARIOUS! 😭

harrysfan3 @ harrystyles commented a gif

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penguinflaps Stree. Out now. In theatre near and far away from you. Watch out because, she is Stree, oh she can do anything!

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harrystyles So excited!!! ❤️

harrysluv He has been lurking around her Instagram for long two years now! This is just too much for me to process. Harry dating a brown girllllll!!! I am SCREAMING RN!

harrysfan5 If she is dating Harry, all the brown girls are living through her! Including me! 😭

harrysfan7 what a horrible movie trailer. 🤮

YNsfan0 harrysfan7 get a fucking life man!

annetwist already booked the tickets!

YNsfan1 Stop! Even his mother is supporting her!

YNsfan2 She looks so fucking adorable in the trailer I can't wait to see the movie. 😩 I am gonna watch first day, first show, ditching my practicals for it! 😭

penguinflaps YNsfan2 no! Hun, don't miss out on studies for this. I really appreciate your support so much!!! 🥺 That's all I need!

YNsfan3 So when are you and Harry

harrysdesifan What if Harry decides to dress a Vicky (the main lead) for Harryween this year. 🤭 it will be over for the looser haters 🤭 I can't wait for it!

Calledit101 they're getting married. Mark. My. Words. Engrave it in stone!

harrysfan00 Ew! Harry deserves better. The movie looks so cheap. And she doesn't know how to act 🤮 # harrydeservesbetter

harrysfan5 harrysfan00 yes absolutely, # HarrydeservesbetterFANS !! GET A DAMN JOB AT MCDONALD OR SMTH BRO! Let the man be happy for god's sake!

YNsfan5 Y'all remember YN is in watermelon sugar video. They met on the sets 🥺 this is so adorable! 🥺❤️

YNfan6 shut up, YN deserves so much better than Harry. I don't like him for her!

YNfan7 YNfan6 stop with the hate, will you now?!

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harrystyles One Year💍❤️

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penguinflaps love you ❤️

pillowperson Happy Anniversary to my fave humans ❤️

hsrrysfan1 THEY HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR ENTIRE FUCKING YEAR?!?!!! 😭

YNsfan1 this is the cutest thing ever. Imagine Harry in a Sherwani 🥺😭 I'll cry!

harrysfan2 HE WORE A SHERWANI AT HIS WEDDING! 😭

annetwist blessed ❤️

gemmastyles Happy Anniversary you two ❤️🤗

harrysfan4 I am not surprised but I am surprised at the same time. I can't 😭 he kept it a secret from all of us!

YNsfan2 that was so mean you kept it a secret from us Harry! DO IT AGAIN!

YNsfan3 seriously, so happy you guys chose to keep it a secret! Love that for you two!❤️🥺

YNandHarry so the rumours of them getting married in the back yard of her family home were true 😭 I can't!

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penguinflaps while in Wides, don't forget to be your Desi self. 😌 #throwback

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HSnews someone hacked into YN's iCloud and found pictures of her baby bump. She is allegedly pregnant.

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Harrysfan4 can y'all not post those pictures around, I am sure these two want to keep to themselves.

YNsfan1 correct! These two haven't been seen in over six months, they clearly don't want attention. Leave them alone!

Randomuser who is Harry Styles?

YNfan0 you guys need to STOP posting those photos, let these people have some privacy. Be happy for them if not just keep your hate to yourself!

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YNfan0 Y'ALL SHUT UP! MY MOTHER IS A MOTHER NOW! 😭

YNfan1 congratulations guys! So happy to hear the arrival of new YLN-Styles baby 😭

Harrysfan1 SOMEONE FINALLY GAVE HIS MAN A BABY! FINALLY!

Harrysfan2 y'all don't understand I love this family so bad!

Harryfan3 god! Baby Styles is gonna rule this fucking world when he grows up, y'all aren't ready for it!

Randomuser I don't get their hype tbh. So desparate, had to pull on a stunt to launch their baby already, so sad. 🙄

YNfan2 Randomuser it is actually sad that they have to ASK for privacy, it's because of someone leaked the news of them expecting a baby. So shut up and mind your own business, okay? 🙂

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penguinflaps Happy Father's day to the best Papa ever! ❤️ - Alba

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annetwist Best Dad ever 🏅

gemmastyles my babie bro, happy father's day 🥺

liampayne Happy father's day lad! 🥂

louist91 Happy father's day to new dad! 🥂

niallhoran Happy father's day Harry! Can't wait to meet the baby 🥺

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First Monday of May

AN: hehejejejej 🤭🤭🤭 Jack and miss girl gif by my fave @harlowgifs

Requested? No

Warnings: not much

Word Count: n/a

@'mdmupdates: Miriam via Instagram Stories

@'miriamfan: oh we're about to be FED

@'jackandmiriamfan: are they going to finally make their Met Gala couple's debut!??!!?

@'jackfan: NAWT Daisy eating up Jack 🤭 Miriam should bring her instead of her man

@'miriamstan: this is her night fr

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@'mackshipper: Miriam and Jack leaving their hotel

@'mdmfan: it's pretty but I expected more. She literally wore vintage Dior to the Kentucky Derby a few days ago

@'miriamfan: I get her vision. Y'all don't get it but I get her and that's what matters

@'mackaremyparents: they're giving wedding 🥰 imagine they announce their engaged 🤭

-> @'jackstan: Jack and Miriam have been together for almost 3 years. By now y'all should know they never announce anything like that

@'jackstan: love Jack down but he's giving prom couture 💀

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@'macksource: they're here!!!

@'mackshipper: it's the way they were in full chisme mode but separated when they noticed the camera 😭

@'miriamfashiongirlie: the dress is growing on me now that you can see the details a bit more. Tbh I'm going to let it slide bc she's in grad school and had finals so she's probably focused on that

@'miriamfan: Uma Thurman and Miriam?!?! This is such a gag 🤭🤭🤭

@'jackstan: they're maximizing their joint slay

@'miriamfan: only a few can serve candidly

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@'mackaremyparents: some more of Jack and Miriam waiting to leave their hotel. Look at Jack and Daisy 🥺🥺🥺

@'jackstan: he's the father who stepped up 😔✊🏼 Daisy (and Dora) are his babies fr

@'mackshipper: I need them to adopt me 😭 what I would do to get cuddled by Jack and spoiled by Miriam

@'mackhominguez: don't they have another dog? No hate but the favoritism 😭

-> @mackaremyparents: they've talked about how Dora gets anxious in large crowds and how she can get a bit reactive. She's probably at napping in their multimillion dollar penthouse lol

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@'dcfangirl: my Poison Ivys 😍😍😍 sources claim that @'mdm designed and styled both dresses but handcrafted her look

@'marvelfan: two mids

-> @'dc-stan: let me be quiet bc you marvel fans have been flopping recently

@'dcxmarvelfan: all the losers that said that Miriam was never going to get acknowledged by Uma Thurman can choke. They're literally slaying together

@'miriamfan: Miriam MADE them 😭 I retract everything I said like JCole

@'miriamhater: 🙄 she could've done better

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@'mdmcloset: No one does it like @'mdm! According to @'toryburch she was one of the first to reach out to Miriam when the theme was announced and they've been working together on it for months. Miriam designed the dress and in her free time (when she wasn't at grad school or out of town) she would go to the tory burch headquarters and sew. On top of that she also designed Uma Thurman's look. Both looks were made entirely by recycled garments and other materials.

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@'macksource: Jack talking to Uma Thurman while he waits for Miriam to pose on the stairs

@'jackstan: he loves yapping lmao

@'mackshipper: he's so in love 😍🥰 y'all see the grin he had watching Miriam 🥺

@'jackhaterbutmiriamfan: he always has to mkae it about himself 🙄

@'miriamfan: Miriam's talking with hands rubbed off on him lol

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@'jackharlow: ethereal

@'mdm: wait send this to me

@'saintclauds: that's my BESTIEEE 😍😍😍 slayyyyyy queenie

@'colebennett: tuFF

@'lilnasx: she did that LITERALLY

@'ayoedebiri: absolutely

@'jackfan: he's literally Miriam's biggest fan 🥺

@'miriamhater: I bet she used his phone to post her 🙄🙄🙄

@'twitterstan: she has one of the biggest vintage collections and went for some basic look 🤢 I hate rich people

@'fakefashiongirlie: they want us to believe she made this? Yeah right 🤣

-> @'katdominguez: not too much on my sister. I've seen the hard work and research she did to be able to execute this. Fashion is her thing and y'all don't get it like her

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“This has to stop!”

Summary: You didn’t deal with the “fame” side of dating Daniel very well and repeated the same mistake of looking and reading the hate. What will Daniel do and say when he finds out how it makes you feel? Rating: 18+. Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 3,070 (One Shot) Trigger Warnings : 18+, this is a tough one, sad, depressed thoughts, self confidence issues, language warning, fan criticism, seriously it really is pretty sad with a nice twist at the end 💞Authors Note : please stick with this one because the end is everything! I’m sorry it’s so sad

You promised him you wouldn’t look. You swore you’d ignore it. But how could you? It was like some evil, nasty drug that you were addicted too. After slinking away from the garage you had gone back to Daniel’s drivers room and opened the Instagram app on your phone. The gossip pages popped up as soon as you tapped on the search bar and you paused, your finger hovering over the first one, unsure if you could do it but your subconscious took over. You were the third picture on the grid and before tapping on it you inhaled deeply. You ignored the several pictures of you walking through the paddock hand in hand with your smiling boyfriend and went straight to the comment section.

As you began to read your eyes scanned over the comments. Ignoring the ones that said nice your outfit was, how happy you both looked and how lucky both of you were to find each other, instead going straight for the other ones. The ones that cut you down, tore you apart, mentally destroyed you.

You sought them out like an alcoholic seeking alcohol. A sex addict seeking sex. You read and re-read and re-read again.

How can you all not see through her? She’s only with him for the fame and the money.

She looks awful in that dress. Those boots make her legs look fat. Terrible choice.

Why is he doing this?! Look at him. He’s a 10. She’s a three at best.

She needs to do something with her hair. It just hangs there

God, I thought it the last time she was in the paddock but Jesus, he could do so much better.

See she made her insta private, probably doesn’t like the home truths.

Can’t wait till he cheats on her. She’s too smug and needs brought down to size

You had gone past the stages of crying when you read them. You chew the skin on the side of your thumb instead, the stinging giving you more release than crying would. You returned to the search page and found the next Instagram. Taking another deep breath and on an exhale tapping on your picture.

What a dumb bitch

I absolutely hate this girl. Daniel’s clearly only with her for the sex, she seems so boring.

Fuck offfffff. She’s such a buzz kill.

Bringing her along again Daniel? REALLY?

I didn’t notice before but I thought her lips were bigger? Does she get filler? Fuck, she needs it.

Filler? How about Botox too? But then again, none of that can fix her drab personality.

This time your lip trembled and a slight sting filled your eyes as a crushing feeling descended upon your chest . You went back to the search page, clicked on the next one and found yourself vacant, thankfully, but then there was a text post you scrolled too which said they wouldn’t post you on the grid because your relationship with Daniel wouldn’t last very long so there was no point. You closed your eyes for a second before switching apps, heading to Twitter instead. You typed your name into the search bar and again, found what you were looking for without much of a hunt. More and more words of criticism followed by questions of why Daniel was with you and when he was going to dump you. Fake rumours (you hoped) of him cheating being shared by multiple accounts.

You sat for a moment after closing your phone. Just sat on the floor of his drivers room and stared at his hoody on the back of the chair in front of you. You wanted to reach out and touch it, hold it, bury your nose it to inhale his scent. You wanted to feel him, be near him while he was out on track driving at 180 miles per hour. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Couldn’t muster the strength to crawl over and cling on to his hoody as if you life depended on it. The words you had read swirled around in your brain and something blocked you from being able to do anything apart from sit there on the floor staring at the teal coloured garment like you had officially lost your marbles.

You let your head fall backward as you tried to take a few deep, grounding breaths as you mentally tried to banish the tears threatening to spill any moment.

“Y/n?” a man’s voice came and a sudden rush of pure embarrassment rolled throughout your body. You didn’t think anyone would come in here during the race, you thought you’d be safe. But as you opened your eyes you saw Michael hovering by the door. “Is everything ok?” He asked and you felt your throat get tight at even the thought of responding to him. So you nodded. You took a deep breath and nodded before scrambling to get to your feet. “Y/n” you couldn’t stay in the room that now felt it was getting smaller and smaller by the second. You couldn’t have Michael looking at you like how he was looking at you. His face full of concern. When he finally came further into the room you used it as an excuse to make your escape. Your legs carrying you over to hospitality to get a bottle of water, something to distract you at least.

“Well done.” You state without enthusiasm. Daniel finished in P9. In the points at least. You felt his disappointment radiating off of him and you didn’t know what to do to quell it. He handed his things to Michael who was in fact looking at you instead of his employer and it set you on edge. Normally you would have given Daniel a quick, soft kiss but you had been criticised for that the last race so decided not too this time, even if he was looking for it. Your heart shuddered in your chest at denying him but you couldn’t. You simply couldn’t let yourself in for the barrage of comments about it once his fans got a hold of the pictures.

As you left to go wait for him in hospitality. Michael followed him to his drivers room. In the safety and confines of the small space Michael handed over your phone. You had left it behind on the carpet when you absconded earlier during the race. Daniel seemed puzzled until Michael sighed;

“I think she was looking at the comments again. The bad ones.” Daniel stared down at your phone in his hand as an easy feeling took over his body. He glanced down, taking in the baby pink phone case that by now became a colour he associated with you. His thumb pressing the side button and seeing the photo you set as your Lock Screen, the pair of you at dinner in NYC, smiling happily at Scotty behind the camera. And with that he felt like someone had punched him in the gut. The thought of you reading hateful comments made his stomach turn and he felt sick. He had told you numerous times not to do it, not to listen to them, take anything to heart, but you didn’t have such a thick skin like he did. You were gentle, pure, fragile even. And he knew what these comments were doing to you. He felt it when he touched you. When he watched you take even longer doing your make-up (that you didn’t even need) or do your hair. How you grew more and more indecisive about what to wear and changed several times in a panic thinking you didn’t look “right”. When you brought up getting fillers, a nose job, a brow lift or signed up for three more spin classes to “get rid of an inch or two” on your already perfect thighs. The carefree, free spirited, fun loving girl he fell in love with was still in there but you had begun to lock her away after letting the nasty, jealousy driven comments get underneath your skin. And it destroyed him. And Daniel couldn’t help but feel like he had done this. It was his fault you were getting all this abuse. He went public with you too fast. He didn’t think about the repercussions about falling in love and being out and happy about it.

You had been sitting waiting on Daniel in a quiet corner of the hospitality suite, reading. You were practically curled in on yourself at the table. Head down masked by your hair and tilted head. To anyone passing you probably were in protection mode, which was probably exactly what your sub conscious was doing. You had been trying to take in the words on the page before you. Something about the narrator being suspicious of Mrs Danvers and thinking she was in love with Maxim De Winters seemed about right. But all you kept thinking about was the words you had read earlier. Only with him for the fame and the money. He could do better. Those boots make her legs look fat. Dumb bitch. Buzz kill. Drab personality.

They swirled round and round your head so fast you probably could get whiplash. It felt like you were on a fairground ride, a waltzer, without being able to get off. And then a hand went down the back of your head and you flinched. It was only Daniel but it gave you such a fright. You were utterly lost in your mind that his tender action scared you. “Ready to go?” He asked quietly and you nodded. You had been ready to go since you got here this morning and saw the photographers at the gate.

Arriving back to the hotel was always problematic. Fans who hadn’t had tickets or couldn’t attend the race always seemed to collude with each other to gather outside of the hotels teams were staying at. And tonight was no different. Daniel swore under his breath and told you to run inside with Michael. He could have said no to them but he was too nice, too gracious to refuse people who had waited hours, possibly all day, for their five seconds with him. Initially you paused and looked back when you got inside, dutifully escorted and under the arm of Michael but decided to go straight upstairs. You had enough of today. You couldn’t help but think that of all these people that claimed they were fans they still spouted the most hurtful things online. After-all, some of the people who wrote the comments that still buzzed around your mind could have been standing right there, 30 feet away from you. “Im going straight up.” You whispered to Michael and found the key card in your bag. You looked a little more for your phone but figured you could empty it and have a better look whilst in the safety of the hotel suite.

And that was the first thing you did as you got in. You tipped your bag out on to the plush white bedding. Your book, some change, gum, a tampon, AirPods, wallet, a condom, lip balm and your sunglasses fell out but no phone. You wondered if you had left it in the chauffeur driven car or perhaps in hospitality as you waited but then you realised you hadn’t actually had it since you were in Daniel’s drivers room and then you did begin to worry. Your life was on there. Your calendar app, your contacts, your cycle tracker, photos of your friends, your family, ones of you and Daniel that time you were larking around in bed one morning that you didn’t ever want getting out. And you sighed deeply. You could buy a new one. That wasn’t what was worrying you. It was the thought of anyone being able to guess your code or jail break your phone and read your messages, see the photos, the videos, all of the content you had and using it against you. You were so lost in the moment you hadn’t even realised Daniel was now stood in the room.

“Y/n” he said your name gently. “I’ve lost my phone….” The words followed teetered on the tip of your tongue while you tried not to let your voice give away that you felt a little scared. “Im sorry…” “You haven’t.” He said and went to his backpack. Your eyes watched intently as he pulled your phone from a pocket hold it up in the air like it was some lost golden treasure.

Daniel didn’t just hold your phone out to you, give it back to you, and then head off for a shower or order room service or anyone the other multitude of things he usually did after a race day. He held on to it as he placed it in your hand - he was only a foot or so away from your body - and waited till you looked into his eyes. You knew he knew. “Talk to me, y/n” he whispered “please.” “There’s nothing to talk about.” You faked it, pretended the words leaving you were true. Your voice let you down. It was nervous. Unsteady. Unable to do what you wanted it too. Daniel’s grip on your phone didn’t loosen and you swallowed, fearing all of the emotions from earlier would now bubble up to the surface. “What do you want me to say?” Your words came out practically in audible. You were struggling for dominance over the tears that were building in your eyes. “Have you been reading the comments again?” You were scared what he would think of you if you said yes but you also knew he wouldn’t believe you if you said no. And then the words left you as the tears did too.

“I’m not good enough for you.”

Your bottom lip shook, tears flowed freely down your cheeks and you couldn’t bare to look at him. You needed to put distance between the pair of you because you didn’t want him to see you fall apart. You bolted straight for the bathroom and instantly slid the lock. Shaky breaths took over as more and more tears fell from your eyes. You tried with all your might to stay in control of it but eventually a sob escaped your mouth and you couldn’t stop. All those comments pummelled you into the ground, crush you completely. Each and every time you saw them they chipped away a little more and a little more and you were slowly realising how they were stealing your soul. They were stealing your happiness. They were stealing you away from Daniel.

You cried and cried. Thankful you could finally let it all out when you heard Daniel’s voice from the other side of the door. “I’m right here, baby.” And it hurt. It just hurt. “I’m not going anywhere.” He didn’t force you to open the door. He knew you needed space. He knew that you had to let it out, let out what you been holding in all day. You wanted nothing more than to open the door and cling on to him as if he was your oxygen but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Because as soon as you did it became his problem too. He would take it on and feel burdened by it and you didn’t want that. You remembered the first time the comments got nasty, the very first time you went to a race with him confirming the pair of you were together, how Daniel tried to block each and every one of the users who had left such terrible words aimed at you. He would take this on feel your pain. Because that’s exactly what it felt like, pain. All you had done was fall in love with someone who happened to be in the public eye.

Slowly, as the sobs subsided and you could control the tears you saw Daniel trying to wedge your phone under the bathroom door. He said nothing but you got to your knees and picked it up. It was on his Instagram and he just said “look at the story” and you did. It was words and you wiped your eyes clear of fogged up tears to be able to read it.

THIS HAS TO STOP!

I met and fell in love with an incredible, beautiful, talented girl who makes me happy every second of the day and I have chosen to share my life with her.

My private life is of no concern to any so called “fans”. Especially ones who post abusive, hurtful, downright vile comments about her (even tagging her so she can’t ignore them).

Treat others as you would want to be treated and be god damn respectful or I will no longer share any of my life with you, sign autographs, take photos or anything else if this abuse of my girlfriend doesn’t come to a stop.

He had posted it several minutes ago. Posted while you were sobbing your heart out. You read over the words multiple times. Each time stopping on something different. A stillness washed over you that he had done something like that for you. It was so public and hard to ignore now and he had lay real, boundaries for fans. You reached up and unbolted the door. Daniel sat just in front of it watching as it slowly crept open.

“I can’t promise it will it better, or make it stop completely, but I’m going to try.” And suddenly you felt a calm settle inside of you. It wouldn’t make the things you read about yourself or your relationship go away but hopefully you wouldn’t see them. You could mend the pieces they had chipped from you and you could just get back to being happy like you were before you had gone public. “The team just reposted it too…” Daniel said glancing down at his own phone in his hands.

“Thank you….” You could barely get the words out because you practically launched yourself across the space and got straight into his lap, your arms around his neck clinging on to him tightly. You felt safe there, in his arms. And as he held you equally as tightly you let the tension from the day begin to dissipate out of your body.

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lambiewrites · 3 months

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got this idea from @xxshadowbabexx hehe ✨

Warning: none, fluff tho

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Would they like me? Part 1

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Captain Price: well yes and no. I’m polite and well mannered but, I am very loud and obnoxious. Not in a whiny, bratty way but in a “I have no thoughts and no singular brain cells” way. Book smart not common sense smart. I have called this man “papaw” since I met him and even though he’s like 40, he’s still papaw. I consistently ask to come to his office because I feel like it’s a comforting little place, minus the cigar smoke. Price has asked about my southern/Appalachian accent more than enough times. I can tell him about mountain life. But he needs a break from me, are you kidding?! I talk way too much and ask stupid questions so, it’s 50-50. But at least I do what I’m told and well mannered.

Gaz: it depends. I really like Gaz and he seems so sweet and kind and polite. I feel like we would get along very well, until I don’t stop talking and he doesn’t know how to shut me up. I get this really strange vibe that he’s a marvel fan and so we can talk about that. I feel like he really likes Spider-Man (all of them) and so we could talk about that. Definitely would call him and say, “did you see that new trailer?” We like each other’s instagram pictures and we wish each other a happy birthday on our socials. I’d bake for him. We’d have sad boy hours together so, yeah I really think so but, I know I’m too loud for him.

Soap: bestie you already know the answer to this one and my answer is 100% yes. We both have big families (everyone headcannons him as having a giant family yeah?) lots of nieces and nephews we could bond over. We’d both try to understand each other thru our thick accents. (Him being Scottish and my southern one-) and it would be a delight! We both ramble and I’d listen to all his fun little stories. I’d follow him around like a lost puppy until he told me to give him space. I’d share a Dr.Pepper with him and cook for him. It would be the best time ever. Bestie for life. We gossip together and doodle together.

Ghost: hmmm, see here’s the thing. I have this feeling that’s like “yeah you’d hate me at first” and we’d just assume we hated each other at first until we have sad boys hours and just sit in absolute painstaking silence for hours. He’d hate me, I know he would because I’d get all “counselor” on him. (Hey I paid lots of money for that degree okay?!) and he wouldn’t be able to get rid of me but, I’d respect his boundaries (obviously) and give him his space (obviously) but he’d find little stupid notes with my handwriting on it being like, “you’re my hero.”, “take it easy”, “have a good day.”, “love you.” (Platonically), “you’re worthy” blah blah blah. He’d hate it so much. He’d throw them away at first but, later on, he’s kinda like “I hate this kid but why is she the way that she is? How can she see something or someone like me and actually like me?!” It gets the gears turning. Would I be a therapist? I would.

Laswell: I follow her around like she’s my own mother. She hates me for it but, it’s good to have another set of eyes. (Mine don’t work) we’re chill. That’s all we do is just chill and relax. It’s hard having so much testosterone around 24/7. We’re out and about. Having mommy-daughter day. Am I crying? I am, how’d you know? We talk about married life. She tells me about her wife, I tell her about my husband. We have dinner at each others house. We show each other our pet pictures.

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A/n: I am very much an extrovert and very loud and bubbly. I am an ENFP and I do have my counseling degree so, combine that into some sort of personality as you will and make your own assumptions ❤️ this was all for fun and feel free to comment or something that would be fun and great! Please be nice though 😭❤️.

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#call of duty #cod #call of duty nonsense #would they like me?#captain john price #Captain price #gaz #kyle gaz garrick #soap #john soap mactavish #ghost #simon ghost riley #kate laswell #Laswell #friends #platonic #enemies to friends #grumpy x sunshine

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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A not so soft launch (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**@dohmeti suggested I could do a part 2 for Dealing with the enemy where both of them have to be on the red carpet and I thought it was a great idea. So after some brainstorming, this is what I came up with. This can be read on its own but reading part 1 definetely adds nice context for the characters. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for the love for part 1 ❤️**

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Masterlist

Wattpad

"I'm going to follow you on Instagram".

"Why?"

"To kick start our soft launch".

"Our what?"

Your boyfriend's confusion was hilarious.

"A soft launch is when you leave hints on like social media to let people know we are together. And then we do the hard launch".

"Which is?"

"Posting together, Pablo. What else?"

You keep walking around the room, phone in hand, nervous about this moment. While he just lays down in bed not understanding what a big deal this is.

"It sounds like a lot of work".

"Says the guy who spends 90 minutes running around the pitch like a headless chicken. Liking a couple of posts won't be that tiring".

"But why can't we just say we are together?"

"Because that's not how things are done nowadays. We need to do this and maybe mention something in interviews if we are asked. That type of thing".

He shakes his head and keeps scrolling on his phone while you sit on the edge of the bed, index finger hovering over your phone screen.

"Imagine it's a handbag".

"What?"

"Instead of the follow button, imagine it's the buy button for one of those handbags you love so much. You don't hesitate to press that button…at all".

"I hate you".

He reaches to you to grab you by the waist and take you closer to him.

"It'll be fine when people know about us. Stop worrying".

"But what if I lose my Madrid season ticket? Imagine the scandal".

"I'll give you one for the better team. Swapping Madrid for Barça will be an even better decision than dating me".

"Never!"

You take the phone back and press follow.

"Done!"

"So proud of you, baby", he teases, kissing your head.

"Shouldn't you be happy? You were begging me to follow you on Instagram for ages".

"Until you said yes to my offer to be my girlfriend on the first attempt. That's much better than a follow. And I know you stalk my profile anyways".

"I do not stalk your Instagram".

"And my fan accounts".

"I don't even check those. Stop lying".

"How about that time I saw you watching a video from one of them?"

"It was recommended on my explore page, Gavira".

"The explore page that recommends similar content to the one you search…makes sense".

You get up, taking the clothes you had picked before.

"I'm going to take a shower and you're not invited to join me for being an annoying idiot".

"You still love me!"

"I might change my mind about that!"

After your follow, several media outlets posted about why you would follow a Barça player on Instagram and most just assume you had your eye on him. Well, they weren't completely wrong.

There were also comments about it on Gavi's fan pages. You know, those ones you didn't check…while he was around and could see you doing it. They have great photos of him and you liked looking at them when you missed him.

"Maybe you can comment something on my new photo".

"Like what?"

You go to your Instagram to find the photo you posted a couple of hours ago. It was a behind-the-scenes shot of your show.

"I got it", he says. But he doesn't let you look at what he is writing.

A notification on your phone alerts you he had sent it and so you check it to see what he came up with.

Smart. Just a comment about work. It gets people talking without being too obvious.

"You're good at this. Ok, what should I answer?"

"How about the zipper emoji?"

"Wait. You're too good at this. I think I've found you a career for when you retire".

Throwback to when I got to celebrate my birthday on set with my absolute favourite humans!

Pablogavi: when is season 3 out?? I need it now!

Yourusername: 🤐🤐

"There are already comments from people who noticed our interaction. Perfect!", you said, pleased.

"What's next?"

“I have an interview tomorrow. I’ll suggest I might be seeing someone. And I’ll share my location too. So people can wonder why I spend so much time in Barcelona”.

He shakes his head, muttering. “So much work”.

"I've been invited to the movie premiere you are going to".

"Why?"

"I don't know", he shrugs. "I just have. I get invited to a lot of things but refuse to go. I don't want people to think I'm not focused on my career because they see me at parties".

"Makes sense", you say, cuddling to his side. "Why are you telling me about the invitation then?"

"I thought we could go together".

You think about it for a second and yes, it is a good idea. But it also feels too soon. You had only been doing the soft launch for two weeks.

"I don't know…".

"Come on. It's perfect. We show up together on the red carpet and we don't need to do anything else".

"Can I think about it?"

He nods but you could tell he was unhappy you had refused. So you mentally proceed to do a list of pros and cons.

"I don't think it's a good idea".

"Well", says Gavi, getting up and leaving you on the sofa alone. "I'm going anyway. The movie sounds fun".

Saying you feel bad would be an understatement but it is what feels like the right decision at the moment.

There had been some tension in the days prior to the premiere and Gavi uses your not wanting to be seen with him as an excuse to leave in a different car to the event.

So when you get there, you see him already attending the press. He had gone through a couple of groups of journalists and now it is your time to be interviewed by them.

"Oh my God! You look stunning. Tell us who you are wearing tonight".

"Valentino. When I saw this dress at the fitting, I didn't need to see more".

Rehearsed answers are always a winner.

"Have you seen who's here at the premiere?"

"A lot of people, I would assume", you laugh nervously, knowing who they meant.

"Well, you see, we noticed you following Gavi on Instagram a couple of weeks ago and now he's here. Maybe you'll have a chat with him? Even if he is the enemy?"

"Maybe".

You move to the next groups of reporters and, of course, there are more questions about the footballer that was getting all the attention tonight.

Too much attention, if you were to be asked. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a group of women surrounding him. Their flirty giggles were so annoying. Could they be more obvious?

You try not to roll your eyes while you keep talking to the press.

But then, one of them really pushes her luck, offering her arm so your boyfriend can take her to the red carpet to pose with her. And he accepts her offer. Obviously, she doesn't know he has a girlfriend but what the heck?

While you wait your turn to go to the carpet, you see her getting closer to him. And then…she kisses his cheek when the photographers asked her to do it!

"Oh no she didn't!"

You walk to where they are posing and when Gavi sees it is you approaching them, he starts to smirk.

"Excuse me", you tell the girl who is still holding onto his arm. "That's my boyfriend so I would appreciate it if you stopped touching him".

She looks at you, shocked, and does as you told her.

“I think you scared her”.

“Good!”

"But what are you doing here? I thought you didn't want anyone seeing us together".

"Oh shut up!"

You grab his face with your hands and kiss him, causing all photographers to move to where you two are standing so they can get the best photo.

Gavi immediately grabs your waist and deepens the kiss. His plan to make you jealous had worked perfectly.

"There is your hard launch".

#pablo gavi #gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi angst #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff #footballers angst

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lillysbigwilly · 1 year

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gamer!ellie one shot

everybody say thank you @endureher for requesting a full fic of gamer!ellie. honestly i’m not 100% comfortable writing with ‘you’ yet as i’m more of a connoisseur for oc stories so here’s a one shot to start it up

in which ellie finally tells the world your hers

you and ellie had been dating for eleven months and it had been the best eleven months of both your lives. you shared a passion for entertainment, while you write poems and stories, ellie played games and streamed to thousands of people

her stream knew she wasn’t single, small slip ups every now and then. the door randomly opening and a black kitten prancing through the slit just for the door to close again

or whenever someone asked about her day and she may or may not have told them about her date with a very pretty lady.

ellie knew she wanted her fans to know her partner and what better way than to stream with you. the starting soon screen staring back at the two of you as you sat in front of the screens

playing sims with a special guest

that was the stream title, ellie usually had guest on her stream. whether it was her best friends dina and jesse in person or people she met online through the mic. it was rare for ellie to do a lone stream

so, when the clock on her desk turned 6pm, the girl started up the stream. her hand carefully placed on your thigh as you both welcome the viewers.

many people already knew who you were, enjoying your poetry books or romance novels (that just so happened to be proudly presented in the background of ellie’s stream at all time).

ellie introduced you, saying how exciting it was to have such an aspiring writer on her stream. around ten minutes into the livestream, you both finally started playing. mutually agreeing to make each others characters. you made ellie’s and she made yours.

however, what the stream wasn’t expecting was ellie to change the relationship of the two sims characters to ‘married’. everyone took note of the way you smiled with a roll of you eyes, your own arm bumping into your girlfriends

“oh did i forget to mention that y/n is my girlfriend?” ellie asked nonchalantly, the chat going absolutely crazy as you two just smiled.

you played for just under two hours, creating a beautiful home and living a wonderful life. it’s safe to say chat managed to make some beautiful edits of you both and everyone swooned over both yours and ellies instagram posts.

elliewilliams

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elliewilliams to my dearest y/n, i love you always and will continue to love you forever. thank you for loving me <3

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user1 SWOONING

user2 idk who i’m more jealous of

y/n your my forever els <3

user3 we have two hours of content from them but omg i’m obsessed

dinax my favourite sapphics 🫶

y/n

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y/n to my favourite girl who for some reason hates getting their photo taken, eleven months with you and each day i fall more in love. i’ll love you forever

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elliewilliams eleven months have flown by, i love you

user1 THEM

user2 sleeping on the highway tonight

dinax okay fine i’m coming over so we can celebrate

user3 dina is the captain of this ship

#the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader #fanfic #wlw #tlou2 #gamer!ellie #sapphic #tlou #oneshot #ellie x reader

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sgiandubh · 8 months

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Why is it that it *urks* me S so easily plays the narrative with these porn loving young girls?! All he works for and accomplishes, he disrespects himself allowing his reputation to be linked to those kind of very young women. How can it be okay for him to let people believe he is a *man whore* (as the group of so called haters say)? It's not like they could still play the narrative with a beautiful woman that does not post her body parts all over social media!! I just feel like everytime they link him with one of those women, I lose a little more respect for him. For me, it also takes away from the love I've always seen between him and C. Ugh! I feel crazy for it bothering me! Am I the only one?!

Dear Bothered Anon,

I am sorry for the substantial delay. Flu happened still, and I wanted to have a clearer and rested mind in order to properly answer your question.

I shall again be brutally honest and say I really don't care at this point what brought you here: sincerity or elicitation of shippers' reactions on this very meh week-end. It doesn't really matter, either: but since Mordor is regularly accusing us of spoliation of evidence, I thought your submission deserved a careful answer. I know that annoys the shit out of them, too - not gonna lie, I am always pleased to oblige.

For our readers that have a normal life and were not here for Marple's midnight stalking session, here goes a summing-up of the facts (I hope you don't mind):

A video snippet of what is probably a more extended FaceTime conversation between S and Amanda Tutschek ( https://paintedpeachla.com/), a topless artist and painting tutor (100 USD/hour/class) from Vancouver, BC (but currently active in Venice Beach, Ca.) surfaced on Marple's account, supposedly dropped in her DMs by a good Samaritan. It is a nine second snippet ("... yeah...I was gonna put this one up here... but so funny... I was literally doing this yesterday and I was thinking about you...") with the comment: "Pimping out @samheughan's walls in Ireland (IE flag emoji)". It stayed on Tutschek's Instagram account for about four hours and then was promptly erased.

You start by telling me "S is playing the narrative with" the #silly calendar girls crowd. Is he, in this instance and if so, how can you (or anybody) be so sure?

Two scenarios are at play here:

First scenario: S/his people leaked this on purpose. Therefore, S is a troll.

Second scenario: Tutschek posted it as an Instastory on purpose. Therefore, S is a victim.

If S is trolling the fandom and I believe he is (only not now and not like this), why would he leak this on purpose? To emphatically let us know they're 'obviously not together'? To stir the pot between Queen *urv and Marple? To consolidate his man whore image, just when he was taking part in a critically important event in New York? I can understand the Lord of the Rings rigmarole (grinned for days), but assuming he is behind this strange snippet would be stretching the fabric of facts a bit too much, to my taste.

Also, despite *urv's delirious opinion ("he had a bedroom voice"), I think he just sounded tired and vaguely friendly: yes, I do think it's his voice. Not earlier than Friday evening, I received a video call on Fb from M, a (Taurus, hehe) former high school mate and one of my best friends. She always makes a point of telling me stuff like "I was buying grapes at the farmer's market and thought about you, how you absolutely hate them, so I called"/"I am at the Opera with Professor So-and-So, I told him about my brilliant friend in Athens, wanna say hi ?" That doesn't mean M wants me, the woman is happily married with two teenage boys. But she is a kind soul, with a superb understanding about what a friend really means (including being candidly obnoxious and immediately forgiven for it).

If Tutschek posted it out of her own accord on Insta, the reason would be simple: coat-tailing for clicks, shits and giggles. The insistent Ireland reference would point to that: I mean, the woman scrolled all the way down to the flag emojis to make sure we got the point (and in the process, more innuendo, mayhap). That would also explain why she promptly took it down: either because she realized somehow she pushed things a smidge too far or because she was strongly encouraged to cut the crap.

Seriously, whatever. This is just another episode of low-cost fuckery, irrespective of the two possibilities I just discussed. Her art is not as memorable as the bosom she generously shares with the world. It is borderline depressing and nothing to write home about, if you ask me. And the fact that the fandom quickly placed her in the same social circle with Quarantein Gia and Paparazzi Clarke, well... another major eyeroll, just here. The expected effect was exactly the one you described: to quietly gnaw at people's respect of S and also to chip a bit more of the fairytale.

This will happen only if you let them. These people, whoever they are, cannot challenge your reason, because there is nothing interesting or even logical about idiotic tidbits like this one. But they can and they are challenging and playing with your emotions, in order to instill doubt, insecurity, fear or disgust. I will not discuss Marple's editorial policy here (like her legally disingenuous use of someone else's material), simply because I do not want to give that derailed jukebox further space on my page. It is my sensible choice not to let these people in my world more than they deserve to be (very little). Maybe you should try it too, Anon. It could work for you as it did for me, once I came to terms with it.

I am not even sorry about the length of this answer. Haters gonna hate. I could not care less. Thanks for dropping by.

#Anon

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lovelyiida · 1 year

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OKAY, FIRST: YOU WRITE SO AMAZIING DHWJNDIFEUDIEBFEHDJXK >~<

I hope it's okay for you to take on another request, because I'd love to read something about how the boys ( maybe Izuku, Bakugou or hawks- you can choose) are about to dance with reader, after they saw those couple dance trends on instagram (of course they don't know he's got a crush ;)))

HAVE A NICE DAY/EVENING DEAR! <3

okay first off, THIS IS SO CUTE!! I swear you guys have the cutest ideas oml. I think I'll do Bakugo since I'm so familiar with how I characterize him lol. I'm not really into the pro-hero's yet so this will have to do, I hope you like it :)

also, since you didn't specify, I'm going to do she/her pronouns.

DOING COUPLE DANCE TRENDS WITH BAKUGO consists of a lot of cursing, shouting, and laughter.

"you actually need to put your foot in the back instead of in the front stupid," you laugh out loud, as yet again, bakugo messes up your almost perfect take doing this dance challenge.

"okay how about you fucking show me again, since your the top dancer in japan and shit" bakugo cursed at you, a smug smile pressed against his lips.

you were currently in your dorm room, you blew up your best friends phone asking him if he could do this dance with you. first he replied no, you then replied "okay :(" and not even 5 minutes later you heard a knock on your door.

"he hates makin' you upset," or some shit like that.

Bakugo crashes down on your bed, hands behind his back he looks at you pressing the play button and doing the silly little dance again. you smiled to the camera, at you pressed the stop button.

sitting down on the bed, you click a few buttons and type a couple of things before turning your phone off. Bakugo's eyebrows press together, "are you not gonna show me the video?" he asked.

"Nah, I just posted it" you laugh.

"what? I was in the fuckin' shot!" he shouted, reaching for the phone you shoot back out of arms reach with a chuckle.

"don't worry, you're not distracting anything!" you told him.

so he believed you, until the next day the whole fucking class was blabbering about the video you posted.

it went viral...

as soon as Bakugo walks into class, Mina almost floats from her seat and towards him. "omg, you and y/n are viral on tik tok!! 400K views and 100K likes!" she gushed in joy.

"what!" bakugo yells, Mina hands him her phone, snatching it from her grip he sees the video of you and him.

he watches how you dance, so rhythmically and with so much confidence, you were so cute. thats until he looked over and saw himself gawking at you like an absolute idiot.

he reads the caption of your video, "when your friend is too lazy to learn the dance so you show him how its done."

he lets out a quick chuckle, then he goes to the comments.

oh...the comments!

there were a lot of "THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER" and "if only my man looked at me the way he looked at her" comments. there were also a lot of people who found Bakugo very attractive and asked for his username, but no one has given it out yet thankfully.

Bakugo click off the comments and watches it again. I mean, is he wrong for looking at you like that? you looked so cute! especially during that one part of the dance where you poke your ass out, he notices how he was full-on staring at your ass.

clearing his throat, Bakugo hands the phone back to Mina and find his seat. a light pink blush dusted across his cheeks.

"they're definitely gonna know I'm crushin' on em' now" Bakugo mumbles under his breath.

another hour or so passes until it was lunch time, sitting down with his food, Bakugo notices you walking up to him with a frown.

"shit."

now you think he's some creep, don't you?

he can kiss his chances with you goodbye now.

you sit down next you him, your bottom lips poked out as you look into his eyes.

"Bakugo can we talk about something-"

"I'm sorry, okay? I know you think I'm some disgusting pervert and I swear I'm not! You're just so fuckin' cute and I want you to myself and shit!" he yells, you look at him in shock.

"I...I didn't know you felt that way about me, I like you too" you bite your lip. you didn't know wether or not you should've said that, but you did it anyways.

now Bakugo is the one in shock.

"oh," was all he could say.

with a chuckle, you reach your arms out to hug Bakugo. "If you want me I'm all yours," you muffle into his should. Bakugo melts into your touch, holding on to your waist tightly, hiding his shit-eating grin.

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hello lovely! May i request a Joseph x afab reader where reader and joseph have been dating for a while but out of nowhere she gets hate from his fans (joe isnt aware) and reader wants to break up because of it? but joseph comforts her once he finds out 🥺💗

Break Up? - J.Q

hello my love! i’m writing this whilst listening to Queen #lovethem. but i hope this angst to fluff is okay! let me know how you guys found it, (kinda changed it so she’s been getting hate for a while sorry) has a few mistakes but enjoy <3

you and Joseph had been together for two years, you met on the set of Stranger Things as you were a hair and makeup stylist and somehow you guys just clicked from the day he came into your makeup trailer. you moved in together a few months ago and it was the best decision you ever made. you got to wake up to him every morning and that just allowed you guys to get closer which you didn’t think was possible. Joseph had gone out that afternoon to see a few friends and you decided to stay home, not really feeling like going out when your phone buzzed uncontrollably.

you had posted a new picture to both instagram and twitter, it was one which Joseph had taken on your date night last night and you felt really pretty so you didn’t really mind posting it. you went ‘exclusive’ with Joseph last year on your one year anniversary when he wasn’t really well known but had a few fans and at the time his fans didn’t really mind but now he was properly famous the amount of hate you got was disgusting.

these so called fans would pick apart every single thing about your appearance. how your body was, how your face looked when you smiled, how you would do your makeup. just every single thing they could find wrong with you they’d comment on leaving you with little to no self confidence. you didn’t tell Joseph, he didn’t run his social media so you didn’t have to worry about him seeing it. but in all honesty you had no idea what you had done to deserve this level of hate, there were a few nice comments scattered in the hundreds of horrible ones but the nasty ones outshined the kind ones.

you decided to look at your instagram and just look through those comments, see if maybe they’d changed their minds and decided to finally be nice but you were wrong. so very wrong. you scrolled and scrolled through the comments, tears welling up in your eyes as you read them. you wanted to look away but you couldn’t, seeing how people really viewed you just broke your heart. you never really cared about peoples opinions until now, the comments had really affected you.

‘god she is just the most ugliest thing i’ve ever seen’

‘now i’m not one to be rude but she is just disgusting’

‘why does her face look like that?’

‘how can come one as beautiful as Joseph Quinn date someone as ugly as her? i hope they don’t have kids💀’

‘her smile is so funny like why does she smile like that😭’

‘now if i was Joseph’s family i’d tell him straight, she is not good enough for him and will never be good enough for anyone.’

‘anyone in the comments telling her she’s pretty is absolutely lying, no one finds her pretty they’re telling her that to make her feel better lol’

‘girl what the hell is this, do us a favour and just delete this’

‘Joseph my love you need to get with Grace PLEASE! im begging you get away from this rat’

so many disgusting comments you could barely see with your tear filled eyes. the one last comment that caught your eye made the tears spill over. ‘why does she look like that? honestly i’m wondering how someone can look like that and wake up every morning next to Joseph. that should be Grace Van Dien not her’. you’d had enough. you chucked your phone on the sofa, hands coming up to your face as you sobbed into your hands. how can people be so cruel when you had done nothing wrong?

you couldn’t deal with it anymore. the hate and the comparing just was all too much. they were right. Joseph deserved someone better than you, you didn’t care if it was Grace or a supermodel, anyone who wasn’t you deserved Joseph more. your mind was already set, when Joseph came home you were going to end things. you couldn’t take the hate you were receiving for just existing and he did deserve someone better than you.

Joseph had no idea any of this was happening. he had seen you change recently, becoming more reserved and quiet but he thought maybe it was your time of the month and he didn’t want to impose and make you feel uncomfortable. he arrived home a lot earlier than expected, becoming bored and he just missed you. sitting on the sofa watching films whilst cuddling sounded so much better then staying out. he unlocked the front door, hearing painful sobs coming from you. he hurriedly shut the door and followed the sound of your sobs finding you on the sofa with your head in your hands.

“y/n sweetheart what’s the matter?” Joseph said, sitting down on the sofa opposite you, pulling you into his arms as your sobs grew louder. he could hear the pain and hurt in them, something awful must have happened for you to be crying like this. he’d never heard you cry as hard as this, we’ll, maybe once when you got to the end of Marley and Me but other than that never. you tried to talk but you couldn’t, to hurt from the comments.

“sweetheart calm down, take a deep breath and try relax okay? follow my breathing” he whispered, his hand running up and down your back as he tried to calm you down so he could find out what was wrong. once you had calmed down enough to talk, you pulled away but looked down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers as you tried to find the right words to tell Joseph that you couldn’t be with him anymore. as much as it pained you to do so you knew you needed to to stop getting the hate.

“i just-” you sighed, tears not stopping, Joseph watched you with a nervous look, fear filling his body. “i just think it may be best if we don’t continue this” you said, voice breaking at the end of your sentence. breaking up with him definitely hurt more than the hate comments. your whole relationship with Joseph had been beautiful, from the dates, late night cuddles, late night drives, just everything about it was perfect and breaking this off just felt like a waste.

“i- what? i’m confused.” Joseph said, heart breaking as he watched your face twist as you tried to keep your sobs at bay. “we can’t continue this relationship. i just- you deserve someone better and i think maybe you should find someone else” you said, chin quivering slightly. Joseph stared at you stunned as you played with the acrylics on your fingers. he let go of you and rubbed the hair on his chin, still confused as to where this was coming from. you had been fine this morning and now all of a sudden you want to break up? it just didn’t add up.

the room was silent except from a few sniffles and hiccups here and there from you. “y/n where is this coming from? you were fine this morning sweetheart. i need you to tell me what’s the actual matter so i know what i can do to fix it. i don’t want anyone else but you” Joseph said, turning back to you seeing a pained expression on your face. maybe you should tell him about how his fans are making you feel, he at least deserved to know that.

you got up from the chair and walked to where you had chucked your phone, unlocking it again to show him what you had been sent. you sat back down on the sofa and passed him the phone, he was even more confused now. you ushered down at the phone and then he saw it, the hundreds of comments all hating on you. he read the very few of the hundreds and his heart ached. the main ones he saw were ‘she’s just so ugly’ ‘Joseph deserves so much better than her, what about Grace?’ ‘how can come one as beautiful as Joseph Quinn date someone as ugly as her? i hope they don’t have kids💀’.

he had no idea this was even happening, his social media team had never said a word to him about it and that pissed him off. you sobbed quietly as he read through the comments, his face was filled with concern and sympathy. he turned the phone off and immediately pulled you into his chest. you were still sobbing, embarrassed from how much they had gotten to you. “alright sweetheart it’s okay. i’m not going anywhere.” he whispered, pulling you onto his lap so he could pull you closer to him. “i’d never ever leave you sweetheart. i think you’re to good for me and i don’t deserve better because you’re already the best thing y/n. i love you so much” he said, running a had through your hair.

you looked up from his neck and rubbed your eyes and sighed. “they’ve been doing it for weeks and- and it just made me feel so shit about myself and i let them get to me” you admitted, a slight blush forming on your tear stained cheeks. Joseph sighed, a sympathetic smile on his face as he looked at you. “you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. and i don’t care what others think about you and you shouldn’t either because they don’t know our relationship, they don’t know you sweetheart. you don’t need those lip fillers or surgeries, you’re a natural beauty and everyone is unique, nobody is perfect not even me, but to me you’re so perfect. the most perfect thing i’ve ever seen. so don’t listen to what those so called fans say because they’re just jealous.” he said, leaning in to kiss you passionately. you reciprocated the kiss, your tears finally stopping. even in the worst moments of your life Joseph was always there to help you through it and you definitely felt like he was your person, your soulmate.

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naturesapphic · 5 months

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Here for you

Melanie martinez x fem!reader

Warnings: talks of eating disorders, hurt/comfort, extremely soft Mel

These past few weeks have been hard on me recently. Melanie has been in the studio and out a lot recently and you’ve been struggling mentally. Not because of her but because you keep doom scrolling on instagram and saw all the comments about you and your body by her supposed “fans”. You couldn’t believe how mean they are and how they think they know you.

You know you shouldn’t even be looking through these comments because it makes Melanie upset and angry at her fans at how they treat the both of you. Like today, you’ve been on instagram and tik tok, looking through Melanie’s stuff and peeking at the comments, even though you know what it will make you feel worse than you already do. You didn’t even hear Melanie enter the house until she opened the bedroom door and find you on your phone with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Hey hey bug? What’s wrong?” Melanie questioned you as she went over to your side of the bed where you were and immediately pulled you into her loving arms. “T-the hate c-comments.” You breathed out and she sighed softly. “Bunny…what did I say about reading them?” She explained to you gently and you whimpered. “To not do it. But they keep coming in and I keep seeing the notifications for it whenever you post a story or picture about us! They make fun of how I look and say I need to lose/gain weight! Why can’t they stop?!” You cried out and Melanie felt her heart shatter into a million pieces.

“I’m so sorry babygirl…don’t listen to what they say because it doesn’t matter. They don’t know you like I do. They can’t see the real you that I fell in love with. Your body is absolutely perfect to me in every way and it’s just a bonus. I love you for you and I fell in love with your soul.” She explained and you gave her a smile which made her smile right back. “It’s just been hard you know? I’ve been struggling with food for a while and recently it’s been a lot better, but these comments…they really hurt and make me feel gross.” You confessed and she nodded in understanding.

“I get that darling. I feel that way a lot too. When they talk about my body and my appearance like they know me and think that they can say whatever. It does hurt but I know deep down that what they say is just what they project onto other people because they are so insecure about themselves.” She explained to you and you gave her a look. “Whoah…I never thought about it like that before.” You said to her and Melanie gave you a comforting smile.

“Whatever the fake fans say about us, it isn’t true and it doesn’t matter what they feel. It matters how we feel about each other and I know that you are the most sexiest and most beautiful girl out there. No one compares to you.” Melanie said and you hugged her tightly. “Thank you for reassuring me and making me feel less bad about myself.” You expressed to her and she gave you a loving kiss at the top of your head. “Of course babygirl anytime. Besides, I know you will do the same for me.” She said and you nodded in agreement. “It’s true. I will. I always will. You are extremely beautiful to me too Melanie. Inside and out.” You said with love in your voice and Melanie gave you a big smile in response to what you said. “I love you mel.” You said softly. “I love you most bug.” She answered back and hugged you more in her arms.

A/n: a lot of people have been asking to do eating disorders with different characters that I write so I thought I would do one with Melanie so I hope that y’all enjoy and just know that you are all beautiful to me and that I love y’all! Also remember to stay hydrated and to rest! :)

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andreafmn · 1 year

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 2

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): i broke my ankle slipping on ice but hey at least the ER nurse/doctor is cute

Word Count: 1.5K

Story Description: (Y/N) truly believes working the night shift is a cursed practice. Every time she's scheduled during that time she has some sort of accident. This one just so happened to land her in the hospital.

Fandom: Chicago Med

Pairing: Will Halstead x Fem!Reader

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No More Night Shifts

Working retail during the Christmas time was one of the most stressful things anyone can do. From the hustle and bustle of living in the city, to getting to work early and leaving late at night, to the freezing weather of the Chicago winter. It took a lunatic to agree to pull double shifts.

That crazy person just so happened to be (Y/N).

Her boss had asked her to fill in for a colleague that had come down with a very bad cold and could not make it in for her night shift. In the spur of the moment, she had said yes. But as she walked, the cold wind nipping at her skin, her feet sliding on the icy pavement, she contemplated returning home.

(Y/N) hated working the night shift at the store she worked in. Customers were rude, management always expected her to stay overtime without pay, and for some reason, she always got into some sort of accident when she was going back home.

And just as she had thought, the shift was a nightmare. She filled up her bad customer bingo. Which went something like this:

Mister ‘It doesn’t scan so I guess it’s free.”

Miss ‘My coupon is expired, but I’m gonna try to use it.”

The ‘You don’t mind using your employee for me, right?’ person.

The family excursion troop.

The no receipts returners.

And the people that think you’re a personal shopper.

By the time three in the morning rolled around, (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to collapse on the floor. Her whole body was sore and her eyes were tired from sleep. She cursed past her for agreeing to pick up that night shift. She thought of being on her couch, a hot mug of tea in her hands, and bundled up with her thickest blanket with her boyfriend. She would be warm and comfortable, instead of absolutely miserable and cold.

But her daydreaming took a turn for the worst.

As she neared the bus stop, she didn’t notice the big puddle of sludge that had formed on the sidewalk. She slid on the pavement and her body collided with the frozen ground. One second she was walking and the other she was in the hospital.

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In the Emergency Department of Gaffney Chicago Medical Center, doctors and nurses were up to their necks with patients. With the weather going down, many people succumbed to the illnesses the cold temperatures brought. Cases of colds, flu, and pneumonia trickled in and out of the hospital at a fast pace. The ED was never empty.

“How’re we doing, Maggie?” Will Halstead asked the charge nurse of the department.

“Well, we keep filling beds as soon as one empties,” she sighed. “It looks like it’s gonna be a very long winter season. Although it looks like tonight might be slowing down. You going home yet?”

“I was just getting ready to do so,” he smiled tiredly. But the two were interrupted when the brick chirped. The doctor let out an exasperated sigh, knowing that his plans to finally lay down were just trampled. “Let me have it.”

“Incoming,” Maggie announced. “Trauma 1.”

“Talk to me,” Will told the paramedic as they walked in. That was before he took a good look at the patient. “What happened?”

“Unconscious female, visible ankle fracture. Witness said she slid on ice and fell to the ground. She’s been in an out of consciousness. We have stabilized the right ankle with a splint and there is no sign of a spinal injury. The ID in her bag says her name is (Y/N) (Y/LN).”

“I know,” he breathed. “She’s my girlfriend.”

They all entered the room, other staff following suit. Tension built into the space as everyone noticed who it was. If they didn’t know (Y/N) personally, they knew of her and her involvement with the ED’s attending physician.

“Alright everyone, on my count,” he told the paramedics and nurses that would help transfer the woman from the gurney onto the hospital bed. “One, two, three.”

They all took hold of (Y/N)’s body, careful not to disrupt her ankle or any other injury she might’ve had. Behind them, Nurse Doris rolled in the X-Ray machine, handing Will and April a lead apron before she instructed the rest of the staff to exit the room, as well as the paramedics.

“So, it looks like it’s a bimalleolar fracture,” the doctor announced as the image came up on the screen. “Thankfully, the ankle is not dislocated so immobilizing it with a cast should do the trick.”

“Alright, I’ll get the kit.”

“Okay, let’s also get a full blood workup, and a head CT,” Will told April. “Now, pupillary response is good. Heartbeat is steady. She’s breathing on her own which is a good sign. Let’s start an IV drip with 2.5 mg of morphine…”

“Wait, Will, look,” she said. “She’s waking up.”

(Y/N)’s eyes started fluttering open, the bright lights worsening the headache she already had. Her whole body felt mangled and sore, and she was sure it was not from the long day at work.

“Hey, welcome back,” a voice said. “Can you tell us your name and where you are?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I’m in a hospital because god doesn’t exist.”

When she finally opened her eyes, she suddenly did not mind that she was in the hospital. Before her, she was met with a handsome red-haired doctor. He smiled at her and she could feel butterflies forming in her stomach.

But her pleasantly surprised feelings quickly shifted to ones of embarrassment, when she noticed who it was.

“He-ey, doctor,” she stammered. “Funny running into you here.”

“Good to see your sense of humor wasn’t impaired,” he chuckled brightly. “Now, do you remember what happened?”

“I was walking to the bus stop to go back home when I slipped on a puddle of sludgy ice and now I’m here.”

“Okay. And other than your ankle and your head, does anything else hurt?”

“My pride,” she grumbled. “I told you, the night shift is cursed.”

“It sounds to me that you were distracted and you fell,” he laughed. “I don’t think there is any curse.”

“Yet you all believe people turn crazy because of the full moon.”

“Well, your memory seems to be okay. So, I’m gonna leave you with April so she can get your bloodwork to the lab,” Will told (Y/N), a kind smile on his face. His initial panic subsided when she woke up and recognized who they both were.

“Can you stay?” (Y/N) pleaded softly.

“I promise to be gentle,” April chuckled. If there was one thing she knew about her friend it was how desperately afraid of needles she was. “I’ll draw your blood really quickly and then I’ll sneak in the IV. How does that sound?”

“Like you’re gonna still gonna stick me with needles.”

“At least the pain in your ankle is gonna stop,” Will offered. But (Y/N)’s fear was still evident on her face. “Alright, just focus on me, babe. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Just don’t let go of my hand.”

April quickly got to work as Will distracted (Y/N) with mindless chatter of what they would do during Christmas – spend the day in pjs, drink hot chocolate in front of the fire, and exchange gifts even though they told each other not to get presents. And before she knew it, the IV dripping pain medication into her system has started doing its job.

“There,” April announced, calling the couple’s attention. “We’re all done. I’ll be back soon to take you to the CT scan – for precaution -- and to bring your results. I’ll bring by the kit in a bit.”

“Thanks, April.”

The nurse smiled back at the couple in response, closing the curtains on them as she exited.

“So, what’s the verdict, doc? Am I gonna lose my leg?”

“Nah, just 9 to 12 weeks with a cast. You’ll have to come in a coupled of times to do x-rays, just to make sure the bone’s healing as it should,” Will explained. “But don’t worry, we don’t have to amputate.”

“Well, no late-night shifts for me in a while,” she joked. “Maybe that’s what I needed to break the curse, huh?”

“What?” he laughed. “Slipping on ice and spending your morning in the ED?”

“Hey, at least the doctor is cute,” she said before she placed a kiss on his lips.

“I’m just glad you’re okay, baby. It was pretty scary to see you unconscious on a stretcher like that.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, Halstead. It would take a lot more to bring me down.”

“Alright, (Y/L/N). Settle down,” he smiled at her. Will had been terrified that something worse would have happened, but if a little slip is the worst that could happen, he could live with that. “Take this as a little Christmas gift – you won’t have to work for some time.”

“NO NIGHT SHIFTS!” (Y/N) exclaimed excitedly. “It’s a Christmas miracle!”

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