#also this one's for ana ❤️
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Who the fuck brings a baby to a Shiva?
SHIVA BABY (2020) dir. Emma Seligman
#filmedit#moviegifs#doyouevenfilm#romancegifs#wlwedit#wlwgifs#chewieblog#userstream#usergina#zanisummers#userrobin#emma seligman#shiva baby#myup#coloredit#blood tw#tw blood#rewatched it with my bf it's just too fucking funny#also this one's for ana ❤️
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A betrayal • Alexia Putellas
If someone asked from the outside, you'd say Barca was like a family.
Claudia was your sister, a twin. You were double trouble.
Patri was the older sister.
Alexia was the mom. Soccer mom. She made sure you and Claudia kept in line.
You teased Ana and said she was the grandmother, eventually agreeing to be the Aunt though.
Mapi and Ingrid were like Soccer moms too, although sometimes you'd argue Mapi was too childish and she was the baby of the family.
The family was tight. You had your groups within the team and they were close.
When Alexia and Aitana went to the World Cup, you felt betrayed. Confused and upset why they would go against what they'd said the whole time.
You lost some of your family for a few months. You didn't want to talk to them, acknowledge them.
Going to a senior world cup had been yours and Claudia's dream. Mapi and Patri had experienced it before but you were yet to reach that stage of your career.
The first few days were spent crying in Mapi's arms. You felt overwhelmed and upset that this was happening, it wasn't fair.
Alexia had tried to reach out to you but you chose not to reply. Watching the calls on the screen until they rang out. Her messages appearing amongst other notifications.
Hey small stuff. Miss you x
Y/N I'm sorry, I love you ❤️
Please call me. I want to talk to you Y/N/N.
You spent a few weeks with Patri and Pina on holiday in Mallorca, boat trips and tanning on the beach.
The nights were spent cuddled up together watching films, sharing popcorn and toffees.
"Claudi stop wriggling." You'd tug on the blanket, pulling back what she had taken away from you.
"I'm not!"
"That pair of you... your children!" Patri sighs.
And then preseason training started again.
You were with the Barca B team like usual, some of the internationals joining back once their time in Australia and New Zealand had come to an end.
August 20th came around too fast.
You had stayed at Pina's place that night, sharing a bed like you would in the youth age groups on away camps.
"You know whatever happens today we were right for staying home. We stuck by our morals and what we believe P." You tell her, laying in bed.
She didn't reply but let out a giggle when your stomach rumbled loud.
"Let's go out for breakfast."
-
The next morning wasn't quite the same. You lay in Mapi's arms crying. Ingrid rubbing your back softly.
"It's not fair" You sobbed, rubbing your teary eyes on you sleeve.
"I know, mi amor." She kissed the top of your head.
"She messaged me again yesterday." You whispered, pulling out your phone and showing her.
"Y/N! You haven't replied to her messages since July 2nd!" Mapi slaps your arm.
"And?!" You cry, keeping tucked under her arm, watching as she scrolls through the phone.
"Mi querida, you can't just shut her out completely." Ingrid tells you, tucking some hair behind you ear.
"You have to remember that this was also best for Alexia's rehab and injury... As much as we both hate her being there." Mapi tells you, a bit reluctantly. "Message her."
You snatch you phone back, hovering over the keyboard before typing out 'I love you Alexia. I'm sorry'.
The blue button is hit and you chuck you phone on the end of the sofa, not wanting to do anything more.
"Baby steps I suppose." Mapi sighs.
-
You stayed off of social media for a while, not replying to anymore of Alexia's messages. You decided the one reply was enough for now.
Seeing Spain win was hard. You knew the preseason tour was coming up so you had something to keep your mind off of it.
You hadn't expected Alexia to come to Mexico with the team, it being just a week after the world cup final.
You’d spoken to Claudia and Patri one night after training. They didn’t know how to act, you all loved Alexia but the betrayal hurt a lot.
-
“Just smile.” Ingrid’s arm wrapped around you. keeping you close by her side.
Alexia and Mapi had turned up to the preseason tour camp a day after the rest of the team.
“I don’t want to see her, Ingrid.” You drop your head to the side to lean on her, the taller women’s arm pulling you closer into her.
“You can’t avoid her forever. She’s Alexia, and your her favourite on this team. She’ll want to see you.”
“I am not her favourite…”
Ingrid chuckles. “You so are, the favouritism is ridiculous y/n/n. She’s a football mom to you and your her favourite football daughter.”
You keep yourself in Ingrid’s arms, she’s a good hugger and radiates a lot of comfort for you.
“Alexia and María have arrived, they’ll join us in a few moments.” Jona announces to you all as your stood around on the training field.
You start picking at your fingers, a nervous habit of yours.
Your mucking around with Jana and Claudia when you see Alexia and Mapi jogging around the pitch.
The coaching staff split you up into groups of 8, yourself ending up with 6 Barca B players and Marta.
“You alright, grandma?” You smile cheekily and Marta slaps you on the arm.
“Hey Alexia!” You head one of the younger girls say.
You spin around on your heels and see Alexia approach the group.
“Jona said to join you guys.” She smiles, making eye contact with you before you look away.
You look at the floor, the ball bag, anything except Alexia, hoping she’ll leave you alone.
Truth is that you miss her, the 2 and a half months away from her has been a torture as your so used to being with her all the time.
“Hey.” You see her boots appear in front of you.
You turn around and head to the water cooler, getting a bottle out and drinking from it, anything to keep away from Alexia.
You didn’t want to do this, but you didn’t want to face her either.
You’d managed the whole training session without direct conversation, you ignored her stares across the field and worked your way to Claudia and Patri when she approached you.
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That evening, you gathered in the hotel lobby. A group of fans asking Alexia for pictures and autographs.
You felt uncomfortable watching it, standing besides Mapi and Ingrid again.
“I miss her.” You sigh, whispering softly under your breath.
“Talk to her.” Ingrid whispers back. “She’ll want you too.”
Alexia works herself away from the fans, trying to get back into the group.
She pushes in between you and Caroline, listening to Jona talk before he dismisses you all.
Before she can say anything, or walk away, you through your arms around her shoulders and bury your head into her neck.
Neither of you say anything, you don’t have to.
She rubs your back softly, holding you tight in her arms as if she was afraid you would run off and ignore her again.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbles.
“I missed you.” A few tears spill from your eyes, soaking her training top a little.
“I missed you too, small stuff. You’ve gotten taller.” She smiles, kissing your forehead and wiping your teary eyes.
“Ale I hate you so much right now” You shake you head, moving back away from her. “But i love you and I’ve missed you and I don’t want you to do that ever again please.” You tear up some more.
She nods, pulling you back into her arms again. “I love you.”
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May I perhaps ask why you don’t like Taylor?
You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, in just curious! Either way I want to say I love seeing your posts and I just think you’re the coolest❤️
let me start by saying that you don't need a moral reason to not like something or someone. sometimes they're just annoying. that being said, while i do think taylor is annoying, i also do dislike her for moral reasons. disclaimer over. on with the reply.
honestly i used to like her!! if you scroll far back enough i'm sure you'll even find some taylor swift posts, or me talking about the speak now listening party my cousin hosted that she roped me into participating in (and the fob themed bracelets i made). what really put a sour taste in my mouth was the show in rio.
she's a rich white person. i shouldn't have expected better. but i did, because it's taylor swift, and people love her. and then the show in rio happened. the girl – ana clara – died, and her response just angered.....everybody i know. i'm brazilian, i live in brasil and to go on twitter, to talk to my swiftie cousins, and find out that people were creating a gofundme to pay to get ana clara's body to her parents because they're from the interior do rio and couldn't afford to do it themselves? all the while this billionaire was on stage saying she didn't want to talk about it?
meanwhile, in the us, when a white fan passes out during a show taylor's mom shows up at the hospital and takes pictures with the fan and gives them taylor merch. it's such a sick double standard. and she's not the only celebrity to treat poc fans this way, but she's the only one you can't say a word about, because it's misogynistic. because taylor's untouchable.
and then there's the private jet thing, and the silence on palestine thing, and the sexual assaulters she's friends with thing and just. i'm supposed to ignore and excuse all of that for mediocre albums?
don't get me wrong, i don't think she's a horrible musician. i don't even think people should stop listening to her and hate her and harass her. i'm not your mom, i'm not here to boss you around. she's even got songs i really like, but i don't love august enough to ignore everything else.
and then also she's a huge raging capitalist and a billionaire and i hate both capitalists and billionaires on principle.
that's it. i don't usually talk about her because i don't care enough to be making anti posts, but it's one am and i'm not worried about the consequences right now so :P
also thank you!!! you're the coolest too :)
#bia gets mail#anon#anti taylor swift#swifties dni#being the bravest girl in the world posting this right now
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Hey! This question is from an anonymous..
Who inspires me?
Thank you for this question! I have so much to say 😍❤️
I have so many people's blogs that inspire me. Unfortunately, they won't all fit here, but there are so many wonderful people, know that you are wonderful! 🫶
Too many letters below in random order under the cut 👇
@bakersimmer inspired me so much with her story and legacy ❤️ I love her light and engaging writing and storytelling style ✍️
Saffron is just a cute little devil whom I love very much 😁 and Anselm.. keep your eyes peeled! ehhh my lovelies 😭❤️
Also, her style of screenshots and game seems to be my favorite on simblr ✨
@onestormeynight and Penny, Blair and Rosie life and them story, they're so so cute and warming my heart ☺️ I adore their story because it is full of family love and understanding, it is a wonderful portion of happiness every episode :з
@elderwisp your arts it's something magical!It inspires me a lot, I love this aesthetic, and it hits the heart 100%, your simstyle very fine and sm tasteful 🧡 and tesselate such a goooood story ohmhm my gosh so good 🤌
@youredreamingofroo i love your Roo universe hehe ❤️ I like to discover him every time learning details about his life and character, it seems as if he is another good friend of ours on Simblr 🤭 It's very inspiring to know own characters better too) And of course, I admire your renders, they are very beautiful and high quality!
@kuroashims and her beautiful blog dedicated to One Peece ❤️ 🧭 If you're like me and have never seen this anime, you'll want to know more about it after discover her page, and if you're a loyal fan, you'll love it even more! Her style is unique in its kind, you won't see anything like it in the sims. And the way she conveys emotions and feelings with just one picture without many words is just something beautiful. It is very inspiring. Elfy is also a wonderful person and a so kind warm friend. 🧝 Je t'aime, ma chère ☺️( btw your French vibe is very inspiring too 😍🤌 belle, incroyablement belle 💅🗼)
@changingplumbob and her amazing stories with amazing families. I love each of them. Kirsty plays the game with a huge and contagious passion. Each of her oc's is different and has its own story.
It's touch me and makes root for each character, through victories, mistakes, and life circumstances. She also has a great sense of humor! Her game sometimes throws up such funny situations! In general, Kirsty knows how to turn the usual gameplay into an exciting journey and I definitely recommend you to join. Also, I am very impressed with her playing style. And if I'm ever going to play a ts4 (as gameplay lmao), she'll definitely be the one to inspire me how.
@holocene-sims i love all about Grant and his life. This is such a vital and real, deep story. I love experiencing all the happy and poignant moments with him as well. His example teaches me not to give up and to live in spite of everything, and to be honest, the thought of this sometimes supported me in difficult moments.
I love talking with you about him and the family and about Junga, she's wonderful. 😇 I'm always looking forward to new episodes.
And Ana is my main inspiration for my main story. If you see a new episode of Cursed Chronicles, you should know that part of the gratitude lies with Ana. ❤️
@matchalovertrait and her beautiful lovely sunshine Noemi and her family ❤️ I will love them always 🥹 It seems to be the warmest, kindest and most loving legacy I know) I like to read it at least to recharge my batteries with this wonderful atmosphere and I immediately want to create something cute and wonderful ☺️
btw Dulce and Ángel has grown so charming!
@miralure your sims just incredible and i love your lookbooks ❤️🤌 You inspire me a lot to create and remade my sims and stand at the CAS like never before! looking forward to hearing new posts from you ☺️
@wistfulpoltergeist You have no idea how much I appreciate this person and his support from the very beginning of my blog❤️ Євгенку ну ти справжнє найсправжнє сонечко 🌞☺️🧡He is a real sunshine. And of course, I adore him both as a creator and a storyteller and as a dad/mom of two beautiful cats Aidan and Arvin 😁 this teo boys so lovely and hot 🤌🔥 і я сподіваюсь ще почути від тебе багато історій ☺️❤️
@aniraklova I think looking at her screenshots, you don't have to say anything, do you? This is an absolutely sky-high level of aesthetics 🤌💅 And I admired their work long before I started the blog, becouse all her cc and all art is something very very inspiring, she really inspired me to create some characters and recent cyberpictures :h Карі ти просто крейзі в найкращому значенні цього слова 😘🔥💋
@vermutandherring another wonderful creator who amazes me with her skill and beauty, It's just so gorgeous, this builds and scenes are incredible and everything I see there I dream of either seeing in my game or just admiring endlessly, so talented artist просто золоті руки 😍
@stellarfalls people who I may not follow much, but people who I consider my great inspirations, who make me want to move on, develop and improve my screenmake skills 🧡 at one time she impressed me a lot with her story&creations and I am still impressed, thank you friend ❤️
@aheathen-conceivably I've probably said it before, but you really do inspire me in a very real way, besides the fact that your dynasty is more than sims, it's a whole bunch and a storm of emotions, these are such real, well-developed characters, I almost cried a few times over some moments... for everyone who is not familiar with the dynasty of this wonderful author, I highly recommend you to read it) and besides, your work inspires me to write my own story too :з it really inspired me for some points of the sequel and thank you to your blog for that)
@circusjuney your style and story, are some of my favorites, and Ellie and Max are the ones I'm really rooting for and worried about ❤️ your blog is very inspiring to me in gґso many ways and makes me glad to be here on simblr ☺️✨🫶
@papermint-airplane I may not have known your blog for that long, but I get excited every time I read about Aiden and his friends again ❤️🫶 I really like your writing style, it's engaging, light and catchy, I love adventure, so it really inspires me to write. and I'd like to send you a special hug as a former fan of the TS3 hehe 🫂
I would also note @weirdosalike because I can't help but note that I am fascinated and obsessed by her story, which makes me just as passionate about creating something 😁
I almost forgot about @theosconfessions Scarlet is so gorgeous, you know what inspires me about your blog? your absolute passion for what you do!
.... oh okay i need a chapter 2 😣😖
There are many more authors whose work I am just getting to know, and I really like them ❤️ Sorry if I didn't mention you i love your blogs too 🥹🫶
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ik your probably swamped with requests but could you do a little thing where the reader doesn’t like her birthday or doesn’t really celebrate it but gavi makes it a big deal and gives her tons of gifts and surprises!! take your time bby ❤️💙❤️💙❤️
Birthday Girl
"What do you mean you don't want to do anything after the game? But baby it's your birthday!" Pablo said while packing to go to Camp Nou with you for his first game in the new season against Madrid.
"It's the first El Classico of the season amor, and I just want to wear my man's jersey and watch him win" you walk up to him snaking arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug.
You really wanted to just watch Pablo play, but you were also not a big "birthday girl" person mostly because when you were a child your parents were never around much due to their corporate jobs at the family business which was always a priority.
"I won't only win..but I'll score for you princesa" Pablo whispered and you blushed nodding your head and looking up so he can kiss your lips lovingly.
When you arrived at the camp, cameras flashing in your face and numerous fans cheering and calling Pablo's name you smiled letting him greet his fans before you both walked inside.
"This one is for my birthday girl!" Pablo said kissing your lips before leaving to the dressing rooms and you went to find your seats.
"Hey girl! Happy Birthday!" Mikky greeted me first hugging me tightly and I wondered how the hell did she know about my birthday.
"Many more gorgeous years for you beautiful!" Ana was next and I thanked them both asking how they knew about my birthday seeing them chuckle and show me Pablo's recent story.
pablogavi: My Birthday Girl <33
"Awe he is so sweet isn't he!??" Mikky saw me blushing really never having anybody make such a big deal about my birthday before Pablo. It was strange but it felt nice to feel special today.
"Yeah..um..the game is starting!" you said and all of you took your phones out to film the boys coming out on the pitch. For the rest of the game, your phone buzzed with notifications of people sending you beautiful birthday messages.
It was an intense game with many goals on both sides, but just as the second half was coming to an end Madrid made a foul and Barça got their penalty shot.
"Hermano espera!" Pedri called Raphina who turned to see what was going on while carrying the ball always being the one to take the penalty shots.
"Gavi can do it..for his girl's birthday" pedri explained and older man smiled remembering the time he dedicated his shot to his wife's birthday. He came to Gavi giving him the ball seeing his surprised face.
"Que haces!? Gavi doesn't shoot penalties!?" Xavi was freaking out but every player on the pitch believed in Gavi in that moment. They still had one point ahead of Madrid but it's never smart to not use the free penalty when given against such a strong team.
"Dios! He's shooting a penalty!" you said holding your hands together like you were praying feeling anxious but excited at the same time. You believed in Pablo and sent him all your inner strength in this moment just like everyone else on the Barça side.
Pablo put the ball down calmly shooting his shot and of course making it without a sweat. He cheered celebrating with his teammates before taking off his jersey and sliding right where you sat and on his long sleeve muscle top was written "para ti birthday girl <3" and everyone looked at your making you blush and send him a kiss.
"Gracias hermano!" he whispered to Raphina who smiled at you and nodded his head before kissing Pablo's head.
You walked down the hallway to meet with Pablo hearing from every side "happy birthday" smiling into numerous phone cameras of the fans and thanking them kindly.
"Amor!" you heard Pablo's voice running and jumping into his arms as he spun you around.
"We won El Classico!" he said and you nodded kissing him back when he kissed you not caring that picture would be plastered all over the internet in matter of seconds.
"And you made the whole world wish me a happy birthday!" you said giggling while he nodded putting you down and kissing your lips once more before you two left in a more private area.
"Pablo, where are we going??" you said noticing that he was pulling you towards the pitch which was very confusing since you were not allowed to be here at all.
"Just trust me birthday girl.." he said and you knew he had another surprise in mind when he called you that. When you entered the pitch, there were all of his teammates singling "Happy Birthday to you.." joined by fans from the stands.
"You did not.." you said shocked blushing hard at the sudden attention you received from everyone around you holding Pablo's arm that was around your waist.
"Happy Birthday mi amor..you're my special girl and I wanted you to know that" Pablo whispered and you smiled nodding your head really wishing he knew that this was the first time she felt like "someone's special girl" on her birthday.
"And here is the cake..if you missed that penalty I would have hit you with it chico!" Xavi said chuckling with you before kissing the top of your head wishing you the bestest birthday.
"Um..thank you..all..this is so special for me" you were fighting back tears not wanting to cry on your birthday like all the other years until you met Pablo.
"Blow candles and make a wish amor" Pablo said and you smile nodding your head closing your eyes and blowing all the candles. Everyone clapped while you turned around and kissed Pablo's lips.
"Thank you Pablo..for this" you said and he noticed your saddened eyes but decided to talk about it when you were alone now only nodding his head and kissing your lips lovingly before putting some whip-cream on your face.
"Oh no!" you said when all the boys did the same giggling and celebrating for awhile before you were ready to go home.
"My goodness! My face is still sticky!" you said while Pablo drove home and you used wet wipes to clean your face.
"Maybe they took it too far.." Pablo giggled together with you but you shook your head once again having that same sadness in your eyes.
"No..it was perfect" you said and Pablo smiled stealing a glance from you taking your hand and kissing it.
"Look amor! The sunset!" you said and he parked suddenly right at the edge of the beach so you both can look at it together. Although not planned, this was the most perfect moment of the whole day.
"Can I ask you something princesa??" Pablo said while holding you in his arms as you watched through the window at the beautiful golden sky.
"Mhm.." you say
"You looked sad in the moment you thanked me for a surprise..why?" he said and you gulped taking your phone out to check once again but there was still no message form your parents.
aurorapaezg: happy birthday hermanita! i love you<33
mikkykiemeney: birthday girl is precious <33
analewandowska: best wishes to you pretty girl!
pedri: happy birthday amiga!!
alehandrobalde: best friend's birthday today!!
ansufati: amazing girl!! happy birthday!!
Strangers all over the world texted you today..half the stadium sang you happy birthday..and they forgot..again. You told Pablo who sighed kissing the top of your head.
"I'm sorry amor.." Pablo said holding you tighter as a tear finally escaped your eye but it was alright because it was only the two of you now and you felt comfortable with him.
"It's okay..I'm used to it" you said clearly not thinking that but what else can you do about it.
"It's not okay..you don't deserve that.. you deserve to feel like the most special girl today..and every other day..I want you to know that from now on every birthday will be celebrated properly!" Pablo spoke and yo turned in his arms kissing his lips lovingly.
"I'd really like that." you said and he nodded kissing you more before pulling away and giving you the box with the beautiful pink bow on it.
"What's this??" you said blushing and taking it
"A present..for a birthday girl" he said and you opened it gasping when you saw the beautiful necklace that was also a locket. When you opened it was the picture of the two of you and you couldn't help but kiss Pablo strongly in response.
"I love you!" you said and he smiled nodding his head proudly.
"And I love you princesa" he said as you both smiled into the kiss.
You two of you went back home finishing the night cuddled up with your favorite movie and food.
You yawned slowly being lulled to sleep by Pablo's even heart beats and soft sounds of the movie in the background.
"Happy Birthday mi amor.." he whispered right before you fall asleep in his arms. It was the most special birthday of your life.
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30, for buddie please?
hi anon ❤️ thank you for the prompt! exhaustion got to me so it took me a little while to write it, but I hope you like it!
from the soft prompts: ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’
Eddie never really figured out how to introduce Ana as his girlfriend without feeling awkward. It didn't surprise him at the time, because he'd felt the same about introducing Shannon as his wife, for a long time, at least.
So he'd always assumed that was kind of the norm. That he'd always feel awkward introducing his partner, or that maybe that's how most people feel doing that, even.
In hindsight, that was a stupid thing to assume, probably.
The point is that when he and Buck start dating - and holy shit, they're actually dating - he expects it to be as awkward as it's always been. Perhaps even more awkward, considering that yes, this is Buck, but he's also never dated a guy before. He's never introduced anyone to his boyfriend before.
(Well, that's not entirely true, but those were all people that already knew Buck. It wasn't so much introducing Buck as it was telling those people that they were dating now.)
And then comes the PTA meeting.
Eddie doesn't particularly like PTA meetings, they are long and boring and half the shit that gets discussed is pretty much trivial. He goes anyway because he cares about his son's education, and it's polite to show his face and interact with the other parents.
He doesn't expect Buck to see it on the calendar on the fridge, turn to him with a bright but somewhat hesitant smile, and ask: "Can I come with?"
"Yeah, of course," Eddie answers without even having to think about it for too long. It'll be much more fun with Buck by his side.
The realization that he's going to have to introduce Buck to all these parents - at least the ones that haven't met him before - doesn't cross his mind until they're already getting out of the car in the school parking lot.
It's probably a good thing that it doesn't, or he would’ve been all up in his head about it. As it is, he freezes right there next to the car, watching couples and single parents alike make their way into the school.
"You alright?" Buck's voice sounds, suddenly right next to him. He must have walked around the car while Eddie was lost in thought. Buck's hand slips into his, tangling their fingers together.
"I'm fine, just thinking. C'mon, let's go."
He pulls Buck along to the school entrance, greeting some parents he vaguely recognizes along the way. Once inside, they follow the directions to the gym, and it's only when they're there that Eddie finally pauses. His hand is still wrapped tightly around Buck's, and he has no intention of letting go, but that also means that someone is going to notice.
"Eddie, hi!" someone says, and he turns around too quickly, pulling Buck along and making him stumble a bit. See, there's the awkwardness already. It's Katie's mom, Jennifer, who Eddie has talked to on multiple occasions. He's pretty sure she tried to flirt with him in the beginning, though he isn't sure why she stopped. "I see you've brought someone along this time?"
This is usually where it gets awkward, where Eddie stutters out an introduction and embarrasses himself and his partner in the process.
But this time he follows Jennifer's gaze to look at Buck, and he finds Buck smiling at him, soft and so damn happy, as if there's nowhere he'd rather be than here at this PTA meeting with Eddie, and it's not awkward at all.
"Yeah, this is my boyfriend, Buck," Eddie replies, only taking his eyes off Buck at the end of it, and he pulls Buck a little closer as he smiles at Jennifer. "Figured it wasn't fair that he's only been getting the fun parts of raising a kid now that we finally got our shit together."
He and Jennifer both laugh at the indignant squawk Buck lets out at that, and Eddie only grins wider when he stumbles because of the little shove Buck gives him with his shoulder. It's not as if he's in any danger of falling when they're still holding hands, and as soon as he's stabilized himself again, he's pressed right back along Buck's side.
Buck is grinning, too, when Eddie looks at him, and he allows himself a moment to get lost in his boyfriend's eyes. Turns out that didn't feel awkward at all, it simply felt right.
"Just kidding, we both know you've been helping with the less fun parts all this time, too." He pauses for a moment, then turns back to Jennifer. "Now, Jen, have you heard any good gossip lately?"
Next to him, Buck snorts, and Eddie is going to get teased later for caring about gossip in the first place, but he's pretty sure that his boyfriend listens just as attentively while Jennifer tells them of the rumor she heard about two of the teachers hooking up.
#oh look the mailman came by!#anon.tag#buddie#soft prompts#gary writes prompts#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911 fic#buddie fic
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Something I’ll regret (Rúben Dias x Reader)
**A little angsty request. I hope you all like it ❤️❤️ **
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“Do you have any plans for today?”
“Yeah, I have to go to Bruno’s for an interview”, I tell my boyfriend Rúben while we have some breakfast. I’m not really looking forward to today but I can’t escape it either.
“Why do you have to be there for his interview?”
“It’s what the tv channel asked for”, I shrug.
I often have to be around for these types of interviews. People love it when famous people are related and I happen to be the cousin of one of Portugal’s biggest football stars. And I’m also dating another one of their stars…but we haven’t made that public yet.
“At least I get to just be there with the kids and hang out for a bit while they ask him things and I say two words. Could be worse”.
“Poor you”, he laughs.
“Well, it’s time I could spend with you instead of doing that”.
“Poor me, then”.
“I don’t have to leave just yet”, I say, giving him a wink.
**
When I get to my cousin’s house, it’s his wife Ana who opens the door.
“Hi! You’re early. Come in”.
“Thanks. Are the kids back from school?”
“No, they’ll be here soon. They wanted to go play with some friends and their mum will bring them back here in a bit. I love your dress, by the way! You look stunning”.
“Thank you”, I say, blushing slightly. “Rúben bought it for me the other day, actually”.
“Take notes, Bruno!”
I can’t help but laugh when I see my cousin’s face.
“Thanks for that, Dias”, he mutters. “Ready for the interview? I told them not to ask about your personal life but you know how they are”.
“Yes, I’m ready. I guess”.
Being part of a small ballet company in Portugal doesn’t turn one famous. Having a famous boyfriend does. And when the press found out that the dancer who was dating a famous actor happened to be the cousin of a famous footballer, they just didn’t leave me alone. I went from having the most normal life to being followed by the paparazzi everywhere I went. I hated every second of it.
That relationship, thankfully, it’s over. And I promised to myself to never date someone famous again. My life was a lot simpler when no one knew who I was. But then I met Rúben when I visited Bruno after a Portugal match and…well, he made keeping that promise really hard.
At least he understands I want us to be private.
“There they are”, says Ana.
“The kids?”
“No, the journalists”.
Time to do this then.
**
“And where is your beautiful cousin?”, I hear one of the reporters ask.
“She’s over there, playing with my kids. She’s their favourite cousin”.
When I see the cameras pointing at us, I move so the kids aren’t shown too much on camera.
“Hi!”
“Hello. How is life in England?”
“It’s alright. I love being here with some of my family”.
I expect the next question to be about work. I have moved on to other projects ever since I quit dancing, but no. Of course, the next question is about the same old topic.
“Anyone you met here that makes you want to stay? You know…as in a new love?”
“She doesn’t like talking about that”, interrupts Bruno.
“Yeah, I rather keep those things private. Sorry”.
“Of course, after what happened the last time…”.
By that, he means when my ex cheated on me and the whole country found out. Yes, that makes me want to be more private. But these people don’t get it.
“We’ll go play in the garden. Have a good rest of the interview”.
**
Days later, I get to Rúben’s and find him watching Bruno’s interview.
“Why are you watching that?”
“I wanted to see you”.
“I’m right in front of you now, you can’t stop watching it”, I laugh.
“And…I also wanted to see what you were asked. You were in a bad mood after it and I was a bit worried when you didn’t want to talk about it”.
“Just the same thing they always ask”.
My mood isn’t the only one that changes after my words. I can see Rúben looking uncomfortable.
“What is it?”
“Nothing”, he says.
“Rúben, come on”.
“It’s just…I get why you want us to be private but if you said you have a boyfriend, they’ll leave you alone”.
“Are you really that naive?”
“Whatever. Whenever we talk about this, you just get all defensive”.
“Because you don’t get it, Rúben. And this wouldn’t just affect us. It could affect my cousin too”.
I know Rúben wants to say more. It’s written all over his face. But once again, he’s the one who stops before we say something we regret and just changes the topic.
A couple of hours later, while we are watching a movie, my mind goes back to our argument. I don’t think he’s right but maybe it’s worth a try. Maybe if I just say that I’m seeing someone, they’ll leave me alone. Ugh! I hate how complicated all of this has to be.
**
One of the reasons why I’m staying in Manchester, apart from Rúben and my family, is that Bruno got me a small job at United. Every couple of weeks, I help the players with their recovery. They are a great bunch of guys, and there are a lot of Portuguese speakers in the team too. So overall, it’s a lot of fun and I get to earn a bit of extra cash, which is always nice.
Their social media team likes to film little bits of the sessions to put on youtube. And for the last few, it’s become a bit of a tradition for the players to annoy me after the sessions. Those little clips are shared by all the fans. They love them. And I know it's just banter so I don’t mind.
“Fans! Say thank you to our favourite teacher. We wouldn’t have won the Carabao Cup without her help”, says Dalot to the camera.
I just shake my head before my cousin takes Dalot’s arm off my shoulders. “Leave some space between your favourite teacher and yourself, Diogo”.
But his teammate just laughs at that comment and looks at the camera again. “Guys. He’s doing that so you all stop making up rumours about which one of us she’s dating. Captain Fernandes wouldn’t allow any of us to do it so there you go”.
I’m trying to leave when Antony joins the conversation.
“Ok, no one from United but what about the national team? Would you allow that, Bruno?”
That comment stops us from walking to look at Antony. What does he know?
Dalot, who knows about Rúben and I being together, is the first one to react. “What do you care, mate? You play for Brazil”.
“Just wondering”, he shrugs.
“He wouldn’t allow that either”, I say, leaving the room.
My reason for saying that is to avoid people looking at the Portugal team when I finally say that I have a boyfriend. But not everyone understands it that way.
**
“Hello? Rúben?”
The apartment looks really dark despite not being that late, but I can hear some noise, so Rúben has to be home.
When I get closer, I realised that what I hear isn’t the tv, but the conversation I had with the boys only hours ago when I was in Carrington.
“He wouldn’t allow that either”, I hear coming out of Rúben’s phone. Of course, they added that clip to the video.
“Hey!”
“I’m trying to understand you, but I might give up”.
“What are you talking about?”
He sits up on the sofa and points at his phone.
“Are you embarrassed by me? By our relationship? Is that it?”
“What? No, Rúben. Why would I be?”
“I don’t get it. Why did you have to add that? You could have ignored that question but no, you couldn’t help it”.
“Yes, you don’t get it”, I say, tired of his accusations. “I just said it so when I say I have a boyfriend, they don’t go look at everyone my cousin knows first. That way we can stay private for longer”.
“We’ll never talk about our relationship if it was up to you. It’s one thing to be private but this is too much. I’m afraid of saying anything just so you don’t freak out. And it’s getting really boring, you know?”
“Well, it’s not as if you’re talking about your love for me every day, is it?”, I hate the bitterness of my words so much, but can’t control it.
“You don’t allow me to talk about us!”
“Is that really the reason? Or do you just don’t mention me because it’s better for you if people think you’re still single?”
I know I’ve gone too far the moment the words leave my mouth. I’m such an idiot.
“Get out”.
“Rúben, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”.
“Get out now. Before I also say something I regret”.
And knowing he’s right, I leave. Head down, ashamed and worried about having messed up what Rúben and I have.
**
The only place I can go is my cousin’s. And when he opens the door and sees my face, he understands something is wrong and lets me in without asking why I’m there.
“Do you want to talk about it?”, he says when he brings me a cup of tea.
“I messed up”.
“How? And I’m assuming we talk about Rúben, right?”
“Yes”, I sigh. “He watched the video United uploaded today and didn’t like that I said you wouldn’t let me date a teammate from the national team either”.
“I’ll talk to the boys so they stop pestering you with those questions”.
“Bruno, it’s not about them. I’m the problem. I keep hurting my boyfriend because I refuse to talk about our relationship. It’s me that needs to change. No one else. I can’t hide behind other people’s actions any longer”.
“Why do you do that? Refusing to talk about it. I respect your decision but you guys have been together for a while now. I expected you to have gone public months ago. And you know I’ve supported you since the beginning, so that can’t be it”.
Why am I doing this? Fear, simple as that.
“I don’t want a repeat of last time. And if people don’t know about us, then it can’t happen”.
“I get it, but it’s not really fair to Rúben, is it?”
But before I have time to say something, little Gonçalo runs towards his dad, asking for a hug. And so my cousin has to take him back to bed and do their little routine again.
I take my phone and end up on Rúben’s Instagram profile. When I see he’s uploaded a story, I can’t help but click on it. It’s actually a link to a post in the City profile and I go see what it is about.
It turns out he did some sort of Q&A for the team. He was asked about his fitness routine, and his favourite food, …and then I realise I’m a bigger idiot than I already thought.
To the question of what he likes doing in his free time, he answered “spending time with my girlfriend”. And as if that wasn’t painful enough to hear, I go to the last one. My cousin enters the room just as I’m listening to Rúben say “who inspires me the most? My girlfriend”.
I throw the phone away and put my hands on my face.
“I’m an asshole”.
**
Despite wanting to run to Rúben’s the moment I watched those stories, I don’t. I know he needs time to be angry at me. He has every right to be. I just hope he can forgive me.
“When are you talking to him?”, asks Ana.
“Later. After his training. I want to give him some time to be alone”.
“Probably a good idea. He’ll be hurt after what happened”.
I volunteer to take the kids to school. I could use the distraction and they know how to cheer me up, making me sing songs on the way to school or playing games that have to be cut short because the drive there isn’t that long. But I promise them we’ll continue playing later.
When I finally go to see Rúben, I fear he might not be there. But after a second knock on the door, he opens it.
“I’m sorry”.
He doesn’t respond but leaves the door open so I can go inside.
“Rúben, I shouldn’t have said that”.
“No, you shouldn’t have”.
I sit next to him and try to hold his hand, expecting him to take it away. But he doesn’t. He lets me hold it and that small gesture gives me so much hope.
“You know what happened with my ex. The worst part wasn’t the cheating, but the fact that everyone knew. Because all the headlines and covers were about me. Me looking sad, me going out with friends despite people expecting me to be sad, …me me me. Everyone wanted to humiliate me. And I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to date anyone famous ever again”.
“I understand that”.
“I know you do. And I took advantage of you because of it. I forced you to do as I said because I knew you didn’t want to hurt me. And I was really unfair”.
“I wish I could say I disagree”.
“I get it, Rúben. And I’m sorry. So sorry. Can you try to forgive me?”
He looks up at me and I squeeze his hand harder without noticing I’m doing it. I’m really that scared of him saying he can’t forgive me. I can’t lose him.
“Only if you change. I’m happy having a private relationship but I can’t live constantly worried about saying something that uncovers the secret. I want to be able to mention you, even if I don’t say your name. This whole thing is exhausting. And…I know a part of you didn’t want us to go public because you are afraid I could do what your ex did. And while I get it, it hurts to know you think that of me”.
I try to avoid his eyes but he doesn’t allow me, holding my chin so I look at him.
“Tell me I got it wrong”.
“You didn’t”, I confess. “I would feel the same with anyone. I guess that’s what happens when you’re cheated on once. But I trust you. Really. I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t. And I also wanted to protect you”.
“From what?”
“People creating drama between my cousin and you”.
“Let us worry about that, ok? We can protect ourselves well”.
I hesitantly move closer to Rúben, and when he allows me to do that, I put my arms around his waist. I missed being this close to him.
“I’ll change. I’ll stop being so worried and afraid about people knowing about us”, I tell him, meaning every single word. “And I trust you. Honestly. I won’t make you feel again like I don’t. Because you don't deserve it”.
“That’s all I needed to hear”.
“Am I forgiven?”, I ask, looking up at him and when I see him moving closer to kiss me, I can’t help but smile.
“You know I can’t stay mad at you long. And yes, you’re forgiven”.
#ruben dias#ruben dias imagine#ruben dias one shot#ruben dias angst#ruben dias fluff#ruben dias fanfiction#ruben dias x y/n#ruben dias x reader#footballer imagine#footballer x reader#footballer one shot#footballer x y/n#footballer angst#footballer fluff
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The Best News of Last Week - December 12, 2022
1. Big cats: US Senate unanimously passes bill to curb private ownership
A bill to restrict the private ownership of big cats like lions and tigers in the US has passed by unanimous consent in the Senate. The Big Cat Public Safety Act would stop people from keeping the animals as pets and from them being exposed to public petting and photo opportunities.
Efforts to curb private ownership have increased in the wake of the Netflix documentary series Tiger King.
The bill now needs to be signed into law by President Joe Biden.
2. New Mexico voted a child care guarantee into its constitution.
New Mexico in May became the first state to offer free child care to most of its residents. Now, after a November referendum, it’s also the first state to enshrine child care funding in its constitution, effectively making the service a universal right – and perhaps offering a model for how other states could serve their youngest residents and working parents.
3. Rare good news from the Amazon: Gigantic fish are thriving again
Thanks to sustainable fishing programs that combine education with strict rules and quotas, the pirarucu, one of the world's largest freshwater fish it's now making a comeback.
"The pirarucu population has recovered," says Ana Claudia Torres, who runs the sustainable fishing program for the Mamirauá Institute, which manages a vast nature reserve covering 4,300 square miles of jungle in northern Brazil.
4. Dog reunited with family 7 days after falling from cliff on Vancouver Island
A beloved pet that went missing in the Highlands area of Vancouver Island was found seven days later by an army of volunteers. Luna, was found desperately clinging to a narrow ledge on a cliff, and was reunited with her owner after a heroic rescue last month.
It's believed that Luna had chased an animal out of her yard and got lost, somehow falling off a cliff and landing on a two-foot wide ledge. She remained there, alone, as her owner and searchers frantically looked for her.
5. Iran Shutting Down Morality Police, Official Says, After Months of Protests
Iran has scrapped its morality police after more than two months of protests triggered by the death of Mahsa Amini following her arrest for allegedly violating the country's strict female dress code, local media said Sunday, citing a single Iranian official.
"Morality police have nothing to do with the judiciary and have been abolished," Attorney General Mohammad Jafar Montazeri was quoted as saying by the ISNA news agency.
6. Condoms to be free for young people in France, Macron says
Young people in France will be able to get condoms free of charge from next year in an effort to reduce the spread of sexually transmitted diseases (STDs), President Emmanuel Macron said on Thursday.
"In pharmacies, condoms will be free for those aged 18 to 25 from January 1," Macron told reporters during an event about young people's health.
7. One-eared rescue dog Van Gogh paints his way into adoption
A former bait dog in a North Carolina dogfighting ring "paints" artwork for charity and is living his best life in Connecticut.
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Hello! I loved your post about Baghra and how she is a glorified egoist and super toxic!!!
I would like to know your opinion about Ana Kuya, the terrible woman who screwed and oppressed Alina when she was still a child!!!
⚠️TW!: Domestic violence and abuse!⚠️
Thanks, anon!
Apparently that's a similarity that they share, the Darkling and Alina. They both had shitty, abusive mothers. And in Ana Kuya's case it's pretty much the same. She was physically abusive and Alina and Mal remember her fondly. And that's the problem. Instead of having the characters admit that she was a horrible mother figure, we have them look back on her punishments as something...worth to be remembered fondly??
Let's dive in her most fucked-up moments.
Talking shit about the children she's assigned to look after. Alina and Mal both heard her but she's still an icon in their eyes! 😍
No 'cause imagine comparing your mother figure to some blood-thirsty creatures with sharp claws and teeth that live and thrive in darkness.
Uhh...
Excerpt No. 1, in which the protagonists talk about Ana Kuya's physically abusive behaviour.
A LETTER?!
Girl, if I were you I would say adiós and never look back. What letter are you talking about?? 😭
Ana Kuya being responsible of Alina's shame for wanting to get it on with a man. This woman and her morals are imprinted in her mind.
Imagine having to spend your last day with your love and choosing to talk about her. And the memory is again toxic 🥹
Other couples: "Let's talk about our happy memories"
Malina: "Let's talk about how our mother abused us"
They have literally zero good memories from her. Only shouting and beatings.
Now that's a woman to admire!!
Do you hear that Alina?? You must kiss their shoes otherwise you would be like that poor girl on the road! 😠
Excerpt No. 2, in which the protagonists talk about Ana Kuya's physically abusive behaviour.
Excerpt No. 3, in which the protagonists talk about Ana Kuya's physically abusive behaviour.
Excerpt No. 4, in which the protagonists talk about Ana Kuya's physically abusive behaviour.
If a child refuses to eat a food, beat it!
Aha! So she does acknowledge it, huh? But what does it matter? We forgive her in this house😍❤️
(also can we talk about how they wanted one of their friends to meet her? Like guys whyy??😭)
Thank the heavens actually.
In my opinion, children need mostly love and understanding. But they also need discipline, yes. But NOT through physical violence. NOT through constant screaming. This is wrong but it's very possible that in Ravka it's accepted and forgiven? Because I also remember reading somewhere that when Nikolai was a child and misbehaved, they were punishing his best friend physically (I haven't read the duology so please correct me if I'm wrong). So even the royal family found it normal.
But having the characters look back to it as something that was okay? And they adored her?
I'm sorry but I didn't shed one tear when she died. Botkin's death affected me more than hers ever did.
Alina when she died: "Oh my God!"
Me when she died: "Oh thank God!"
#anti ana kuya#alina starkov#the darkling#anti mal oretsev#mal oretsev#anti malina#shadow and bone#siege and storm#ruin and rising#grishaverse#grishaverse trilogy
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HP Rec Fest, Day 20
I almost didn’t get this post ready on time but here we are for another @hprecfest day and I love today’s prompt! Some fandoms like Drarry are strongly driven by shippy feels and it’s easy to overlook great Gen fics. I rarely read them, but the G and T fics I’ve enjoyed have left a big impression on me. After allowing myself to rec popular smutty series yesterday I’m very happy to share two underrated comfort fics!
Day 20) a fic rated G:
Drarry
Tidings of Comfort series by @blamebrampton (G, 10k)
When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. Luckily for Draco Malfoy, London has places where the tired can rest and recover.
BB is my go-to when I’m looking for top quality Gen fics - she’s written a total of 10 for HP and I can attest they’re all fantastic reads, charming, clever, creative and entertaining like few stories are. it was hard to pick just one but I chose by a) number of comments and b) Christmassy vibes. Tidings of Comfort (how brilliant is that title alone?) is an all-time favorite advent read when it comes to redemption arc. it has such a wistful evocative vibe, gorgeous religious refs and Draco and Harry’s voices are wonderfully mature and full of personality. their tentative reunion and existential conversations provide so much insight into their lives and background it’s crazy to think this series is just under 10k. I’m in love with the quiet and exploratory slow burn, cautious but full of promise; it becomes even more serendipitous due to the Christmas magic surrounding their encounter. a wonderful pre-slash read, sensitive and poignant, and a perfect treat for this holiday season!
Rare pair
Aftermath by @static-abyss (Harry/Ron, G, 2.7k)
A soulmate, Ron knows, is someone chosen, not destined.
my kingdom for a Rarry soulmate AU 😭 this trope fits the ship so perfectly and as always Ana kills me softly with the loveliest short fic. something about Harry’s tender longing for Ron hits me just right; his pov is very insightful and there’s a brilliant scene in which he analyses Justin that stayed with me for a long time (“He thinks of Sirius and his father, of how being raised in money makes it easy to believe that everything will always be taken care of” - what a quote!). I love his camaraderie with Ron and the way both romantic and platonic love are explored here - this fic gets into my favourite thing about Rarry which is the fact that Ron is “the first the first person Harry loved who loved him back.” I feel like that’s such a powerful yet overlooked aspect of their friendship and I love seeing it acknowledge here. the fic has also a creative take on Harry’s soulmark changing after the war which was really interesting and perfect angst material! I urge all Rarry lovers to go check this gem and give it a little love ❤️
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Calling Dr love: chapter 2
Roman reigns x Anastasia (OC)
Warnings: sci-fi, angst, romance, errors I may have missed.
Word count: 2k
Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @afterdarkprincess @marchm-langdon @msbluehaz3 @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @reignsxlove @shadyprincesslife @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda
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I ran to the back to tell Kate everything, both of us giggling like school girls who had just met their celebrity crush. "Ana we have to find you something!" She said.
"Kate the mall just closed we'll have to wait until tomorrow!" I said with a sigh.
"don't worry! We'll find something! I know it's gonna be hard but go home and get some sleep. The last thing you need is to be tired during your date with that hunk of a man!" She said "ana you're so incredibly lucky!! He's gorgeous!! I heard he's turned down so many women yet he pursued you!"
"I don't know why either but I'm flattered! Has a hunk!" I smiled "let's head home and meet me at the mall tomorrow! 9am!"
"yes ma'am!" She smiled. I gave her a hug and grabbed my coat and headed out the door to walk the 3 blocks to my apartment. On the way I kept feeling like someone was watching me. I kept getting glimpses out of the corner of my eye but as soon as I turned my head it was gone. I made it to my apartment without incident but that was weird! I walked into my apartment and turned on the light before walking to my bedroom and stripping off to get a hot shower. My whole body ached.from being on my feet all day and the hot water would do my muscles some good.
After my shower I laid down in bed and looked at my phone. I had a message from Roman.
Ro: hey I feel kinda dumb for not asking earlier but could you give me your address so I can pick you up?
Me: sure! And don't feel dumb we both were highly distracted!
Ro: oh really?😏
Shit!
Me: um... I.... I mean your hot and i
Ro: ana you're beautiful! Don't be ashamed of speaking your mind.
Me: I'm just normally not that forward. I don't know what's gotten into me!
Ro: your mind is probably all over the place with excitement for tomorrow just like mine is! I can't wait to see you again. I had a lot of fun today.
Me: me to! I feel like I can relax and be myself around you and I don't have to be someone I'm not. I was actually about to head to bed so I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight. 🫶
Ro: goodnight beautiful ❤️
Reading his last message made my heart soar. He was so sweet and such a gentleman though he did have something about him that was different and I couldn't quite put my finger on it but that's neither here nor there. He seems like a great guy! I guess I finally lucked out after All. I turned off my bedside lamp and went to sleep.
Romans POV
I watched her through her window sleeping peacefully. She was such a beautiful woman! I'd been drawn to her for so long and finally talked to her and I'm so glad i did. Her thoughts told me she liked me but she was shy in admitting it. She also thought I was sexy and the feeling I mutual. When I left her work I could hear her thoughts of "did I hit the jackpot? Everything I've been looking for in a man!" And I wanted to tell her but it was FAR to soon and I risked losing her. It would have to be maybe weeks or even months down the line when I told her and maybe change her if she wanted.
She doesn't know it but i've saved her from many weirdos and creeps trying to break into her apartment while she's been asleep. Her apartment is on the backside of the building and no one can see back here if she's in trouble. I've watched her since she first moved here. I don't know why I feel myself so drawn to her. She like a drug i can't explain. Man made drugs don't affect me anymore but her scent alone intoxicates me in a way I never thought possible. It pains me to be away from her yet she has no idea who I am. I'm just a strange, handsome man to her.
I always sat by her window at night keeping a safe watch over her. As tempting as it was to walk in and make love to her right there I knew I couldn't. Her smell drove me crazy today. She smelled of arousal, happiness, lust, and giddiness and the way she looked at me was a way I could only hope she always would. Was my gut right all along? Was she the one? I could only hope! If she got scared and wanted me to leave I would but I would always protect her.
I hadn't realized it was almost 5am and the sun would be coming up soon! I had to get home quickly. The sun goes down around 5pm so from then on until roughly 7am I'm all hers. I looked at her one last time before I hopped down off her balcony to the ground and walked to my car. I couldn't wait to see her! She was gonna be treated like a queen tonight, my queen!
Anastasia's POV
I woke up to my alarm. 730am! Moments later my phone rang "rise and shine sleepy head!" Kate said "Kate why did I let you talk into so early?! The mall doesn't open until 9am and he's not picking me up til 6!! Ugh!! I need sleep kaye!!" I said into the phone still grouchy she made me get up so early!
"the early bird gets the worm ana! There could be outfits we wouldn't have gotten if we hadn't gotten there early! Now get up, get dressed! I'll be there in 20!" She said before hanging up.
I begrudgingly got out of bed and threw a pair of yoga pants and a Rammstein shirt on along with just a plain old pair of sneakers. I grabbed my phone, purse, and keys, put my coat on and waited for kate to knock. She better not take forever cause I'm in no mood for her crap today! I wanna get this done and get back here. Maybe get a small bite to eat. Momemts later Kate knocked on the door "ana come on! I'll even grab you a monster on the way!!" She bribed. I opened the door with a smile "now you're talkin!"
We hopped in her car and drove to the gas station. As promised she got me a monster and I chugged it down. I was a little more awake now. We finally headed off to the mall and stopped at every fancy store they had before settling on a store I knew well "5th avenue!" I said "why didn't we just come to this one to begin with? I always find clothes I like here!" I asked her.
"well you need to broaden your horizons ana!" She said.
"Kate I know you didn't just drag me all around this mall to have me look at stuff that you knew I wouldn't like only to end up at the store you knew I'd buy something from anyway!" I said crossing my arms.
"I'm sorry ana I just,.." she started.
"Kate I'm joking!" I smiled "after this though I would like to get a small bite. I'm kinda hungry" I said as we headed inside.
I looked all over the store and finally found an outfit and I knew was the one. "Ana that's gorgeous!" Kate smiled.
"you think so?" I smiled back.
"hes gonna love it! I'll help you do your hair and makeup" she said as I paid for my new clothes "Now let's go get a small bite to eat..we don't know where he's taking you almost best to put just enough in your stomach to hold you over." She said. We ended up picking just a pretzel with cheese and that did the trick. We got home and it was 2pm. "Damn Kate we spent 5 hours at the mall!" I laughed.
"well on the bright side you don't have to witness long for him to get here" she smiled.
"true but I'm so nervous! I'm never nervous for dates" I said.
"it's cause you actually like this one" she smiled "and ana I'd be lying if didn't say I was jealous cause girl you could bounce a quarter off his ass!!" She giggled.
'oh i know! Hes the whole package! He's gorgeous, an absolute sweetheart, dirty minded, flirtatious, and everything I want. What's the catch?" I laughed.
"don't think there is one. You just got lucky! Now shoosh and let me do your hair!"
She ended up putting my hair up in a bun with a bit hanging off on my bangs. It looked beautiful. "Go get dressed and we'll see what colors to use with your makeup from there" she said.
I put on my outfit and came back out "girl you're gonna rock his world!" She smiled. She did my makeup and I put my heels on to finish my look. I looked at my phone seeing a message from him and the biggest smile formed on my face...
Ro: see you soon beautiful😘
"ugh!! I can't with him! He's so sweet!" I said before I realized it was a quarter til 6! "Oh shit Kate just gonna be here in 15 minutes!!"
"ana breathe!" She said. I breathed with her slowing my heart heart down. I haven't been this nervous about a date in a long time. "You look gorgeous! You smell gorgeous! Look good enough to eat and who knows maybe he will later" Kate smirked.
"Katlyn!" I said
The doorbell rang. I took a deep breath and walked towards the door. I smoothed out my dress and opened the door.
"hey ana!" He smiled "wow! You look absolutely beautiful!"
He said and I don't think I've ever blushed so hard before. 'you look very handsome yourself!" I smiled
"thank you" he smiled "shall we head out?"
"please" I said "Kate I'm leaving! Leave the door unlocked please!"
"Kate?" He asked
"my best friend" I smiled "I've never been so nervous for a date before and I don't know why I am!"
"I must admit my nerves have gotten the best of me as well" he smiled "before we go, there's something I wanna do" he said.
"what's that?" I asked.
"I wanted to do this yesterday but the timing didn't seem right" he said standing closer to me, his hand resting on the side of my face. He leaned towards me and our lips met in a tender kiss that sent sparks flying through my body. His lips were so incredibly soft and he smelled like sandalwood and cedar. I didn't want him to pull away but knew eventually he would have to "that was.."
"amazing" he finished "I know I said dress to impress but we're going to a candle lit dinner on the beach so you can take those heels off if you want to"
"thank the gods my feet are killing me!" I giggled.
"let's head over to our date shall we?" He said holding his arm out for me. I didn't care if we went to the worst restraunt in town at this point. I've barely known this man 2 days and I feel like I've known him a lifetime. Whatever did I do to find a man like him I don't know but I never wanted to let him go and the women who had had know idea what they'd lost!
#Spotify#roman reigns#big daddy uce#the only daddy☝️😩🫦#roman reigns fanfiction#wwe fanfiction#wwe x oc#roman reigns x oc#roman reigns fic#wwe fic#au story
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@gwynweekofficial Day 7 - Free Day
Thank you @gwynweekofficial for organising this week. All the content has been amazing ❤️❤️❤️
As for this fic, I don't know if it's any good but @lulling-night-sky wanted smut, so I wrote smut 🤷 I tried. Plus Gwyn deserves to have some good time.
Synopsis: Gwyneth pleasures herself while wishing it was Azriel.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warning: NSFW!!!
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He thrusted inside her and she gasped. Having him fully inside her was already starting to push her over the edge. When she opened her eyes again, he was looking down at her, his hazel green eyes full of unrestrained desire. The candles around the room turned his tanned creamy skin golden. He lifted a scarred hand to push aside a lock of copper black hair from her face. “You are exquisite,” he said with a raspy voice.
Then he slid his cock out slowly. “Azriel Eric”, she moaned when he pushed inside her again. Her hand moved to tangle in his dark blond hair and he groaned. The sound ignited something in her. Her other hand brushed his wing jaw and she kissed him. He took her hand and pinned it on top of her head before he started to fuck her – hard.
His tongue chased hers while his cock slid in and out of her wet core. She moaned his name over and over and over again. Azriel Eric Azriel Eric Azriel Eric. He responded to her pleas with his own. Gwyn Ana Gwyn Ana Gwyn Ana… Her breathing turned more ragged the closer he brought her to her orgasm. He fucked her hard and fast. The pressure building inside her was too much yet not enough. “Azriel Eric,” she almost screamed. And when he sucked hard on her breast, her back arched, her eyes closed and –
The book falls on Gwyn’s face and hit her nose so hard that all the heat that has build up inside her from the story vanishes instantly. Sighing, Gwyn sits up and looks around the room in disappointment. This is reality. She is not Ana of the Eastern Isle. And there is no General Eric fucking her senseless.
Gwyn isn’t interested in Eric anyway. There are some little things about him that bother her. One of them being that his eyes are green and not hazel. His skin tone also could be better. He would have been hotter is he had golden-brown skin instead. And short dark hair that would fall in front of his eyes sometimes. And scarred hands that would send shivers down his lover’s spine. And tattoos on his muscular chest and arms. And wings. Massive dark wings that would make him look like an angel of death.
OK fine. Eric would have been better if he was Azriel. What male wouldn’t want to be Azriel. For some time now, Gwyn has not been able to read a book without replacing the main male character with Azriel. And the main female character with herself. Gods forbid she pictures him having sex with someone else. Azriel is hers. In her dreams and fantasies at least.
If only it was real. If only he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. If only he was in her room right in this moment.
Tell me what you want , he would whisper in her ear. You, she would reply breathlessly. Gwyneth. Imagining her name coming from his lips makes her feel hot again. So much that she gets rid of her blanket, throwing it aside along with the book.
What do you want me to do to you? His voice fills her mind again. And Gwyn responds. Touch me. She caresses her neck with a hand, imagining that it is Azriel’s hand instead. When she grazes her collarbone and shoulder, Gwyn pushes aside the thin straps of her nightgown. She pulls them down enough to expose her breasts to the cool air of the room.
In her mind, she imagines Azriel lying on top of her, trailing kisses down her neck until he reaches her breasts. She cups one of her breasts, grabbing it as firmly as she would like Azriel to do it. She brings her other hand to her mouth and sucks on two fingers to wet them. Then she brings that hand to her other breast. Gwyn circles her nipple with her wet fingers, wishing that it was his tongue doing this. She thinks about Azriel sucking on her nipple as she pinches herself hard enough that she gasps.
If Azriel was here, he would rub himself against her and would find out how wet she is getting for him. She would feel how hard he is. She would reach down to grab his cock and he would groan in pleasure. Please.
Azriel would listen to her plea and align himself with her. Gwyn reaches a hand down between her legs and she imagines that it is Azriel’s cock there. She knows that nothing will compare to the feel of his cock against her wet centre. But she is desperate for anything.
Do you want me to fuck you Gwyneth? He asks her in her mind. Yes. Please.
Gwyn starts rubbing her clit, wishing that it was Azriel’s cock playing with her. With her other hand, she keeps groping her breasts and playing with her nipples like how she thinks he would do. Azriel, she breathes out into the empty room. But in her mind, he is there. His hands are pulling her legs apart and he is pushing his cock at her entrance.
Gwyn inserts a finger inside her pussy. Azriel would curse as he would push himself inside her. You feel so good, he would tell her. Just like now, she wouldn’t have the words to respond. She would just moan as he would slide deeper inside her. Gwyn inserts another finger inside and starts to fuck herself.
She imagines Azriel’s cock going in and out of her wet pussy while his hands would grab tight onto her waist and thigh. With his mouth he would kiss and bite her neck and he would suck on her hard nipples. She pushes her fingers as deep as she can and starts to rub her clit with her other hand. But it isn’t her hands that she pictures on her. All she can think about is his weight on her and his cock inside her. Azriel, she moans loudly. Gwyneth, he whispers in her mind. She spreads her legs wider as she imagines him pressing his whole body harder against her. Are you close, love?
Gwyn bites her lip and nod. Then come for me Gwyn. Those words are the fruit of her own imagination, but they are enough to make her shatter. She thinks about Azriel fucking her even harder and faster when he would feel her walls clenching around his cock. And when she imagines him coming inside her, her mouth opens on a silent gasp and Gwyn comes around her own fingers. Images of him flash behind her closed eyelids. His face, his hands, his wings spread out behind his perfectly sculpted body. The sound of his voice whispering her name and sweet nothings that she wishes she would someday hear from him echo in her head.
When she comes down from her peak after what feels like long minutes, Gwyn breathes like she has been suffocating. She refuses to open her eyes because she knows that no hazel eyes would be looking down at her lovingly. So she just lays there, with only her fantasies to hold her tight through the night.
#gwynweek2023#gwyneth berdara#gwynriel#azriel shadowsinger#See you for the next Gwyn Week#just kidding#I celebrate Gwyn all year long#Gwyn my love#my goddess
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RL Simself Story ( 18+)
CW: pregnancy
I was on my way to a clinic to cancel my pregnancy. I wasn’t sure?? I called Nico, but he didn’t hear his phone. He was playing soccer. I thought N. didn’t care about me and our Baby. But he's gonna call me back soon... I was on the road, as already mentioned. Daniel’s and my apartment was close, so I spontaneously decided to go..... home.😔... My appointment to this clinic was only in an hour, which was enough time for me to stop by my apartment.
I thought maybe I was lucky and Daniel’s home? I mean, I knew this wasn’t the case. Would be a miracle if he had been there. But yea, anyway. I just wanted to see our place again. I missed it sm. I don’t know what I had in mind??? I-... I just had to.
Once I was inside, my phone buzzed. It was Sandra! She sent me a voice message.
Sandra knew what I was going to do. Last night I talked to her and Ana about it. My pregnancy! They both tried to cheer me up and said, no matter how I decide, they're gonna be there for me. Still, somehow S. seemed to feel like I was making a... mistake?... In short, she begged me NOT, to go to that clinic. She said something about Liam and that my Baby also wants to be born... Please don’t do it, don’t do it A.! These were the last words of her voice message.
Just two minutes later, my Grams called me!! She didn’t know what I was up to, she thought I was going to work.
Me: Hey Grama. What's up?
Grams: You forgot your entry card to the office. How are you gonna get into the building?
Me: Ahhm...yea! The doorman will help me.... But... agh, Grams! I don't want to lie to you. I’m not in the office, I’m still on sick leave.
Grams: But-... why did you leave the house so early, bella? It’s not even 8 in the morning.
Me: I have an appointment with the doctor at 9 am. I-
Grams: Oh, don’t forget to ask your doc about vitamins! Folate. You know, honey? That's important for your Baby. You see, you can rely on me! I’ll take care of you and your little one, don’t worry, A.!
Me: ................. (I thought about my baby) 🥹
Grams: A.?.... You still there, bella?
Me: Yes! You know what? I’ll take care of everything, Grams, I’ll call you in a few hours back. Love you.
While I was on the phone with my grama, Sandra’s message was still going through my head.... I suddenly got a...... kind of connection to my Baby. I know this sounds like I’m crazy, but I swear, it felt like my Baby was.... talking to me? I started grinning, so it must have been funny. I touched my belly and felt joy & love inside me. And you know what? I knew it was a boy. ❤️ 💙
Now that I was sure I wanted and will keep my Baby, I felt much better. I was so happy, you know?🥹... Anyway, I thought I would use the time I have now to clean up my apartment. Actually, everything was clean, no one was here for weeks. But I wanted to do something, change it a bit. I wanted to get rid of those.... sad vibes, I was feeling here. I even played with the idea of staying here? Let's see! First I took a shower and changed. I wanted to put on something comfortable to get started!! I still had some of my clothes here just like Daniel. I took a shirt that belonged to him. It still smelled of him, which made me sad again, so I took it off and continued my work. In the living room & kitchen, I didn’t have much to do. Except for dusting and some vacuuming. But for our bedroom, I had big plans! I wanted to sleep in my bed without constantly feeling like I was missing Daniel, so I changed it a bit. We still had the headboard from the previous bed here. I simply replaced it without fixing it to the wall or the bed, it was not necessary. If Daniel comes back and doesn’t like it, he can change that. For me, it was perfect. 🤷♀️ After washing the sheets and curtains that were in the bedroom, I went to the roof to hang them.
Normally I never went to our roof without Daniel, because I’m afraid of................agh, well you know? Birds! 🫣I’m not really scared! I just find them gross! I mean pigeons! That’s why I did it fast and didn’t meet any pigeon. A raven came by briefly, but ravens are pretty clever animals! They do not approach us humans. They only look at us from a safe distance. At least the ravens around here. Yea, I really appreciate that about ravens.
Finally, the hard work was almost done and so I!! 😰 I took a little break on my freshly made bed. I asked myself why I did all this today? I don’t live here anymore! Even if I thought about staying here, this was not really something I could do. The day after tomorrow I’m going to apply for divorce. Tbh, I cleaned everything up for Daniel today. I wanted him to have it nice when he comes back home. I did this for him, not for myself. 😞😢 Why did he leave me? What did I miss? Where is he? Why isn’t he coming home? All these question marks and the work I did here today made me tired. I fell asleep....
And then I saw him again, like the other day in my dream. This time it was very different, it was a memory, the last days with him before Daniel left. I noticed something! When I did our laundry today, I was wearing Daniel’s shirt. The one he was wearing on that damn pic with Irena. This shirt, was here all the time!!! That means, Daniel didn’t see Irena after he left! And Alex said the same to me. I mean his letter. Anyway, Daniel must have seen Irena these last few days just before he left!! Why did Daniel want to see Irena? What did he want from her and why was he so upset the last 3 days with me? I’ve been dreaming about that last night with him. Daniel was so devastated. He looked lost, sad & he was even scared, I think, but he just couldn’t tell me what was wrong or what he did, what happend?... I had the feeling, Irena had something to do with all this. I need to talk to her!
After I woke up, I called Dominick. Irena won’t talk to me, so Dominick’s gonna have to help me. Irena has known him for years. She trusts him. Before she even met Daniel, she already knew Dominick. That’s how she met Daniel, she saw him hanging with Dominick.
Also as you know, Alex planned to come to me, this was yesterday. But unfortunately I missed it, I was too late. 🤦♀️ I wasn’t feeling well and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to go out alone. I called Alex but couldn’t reach him. Anyway, Alex will come to me tomorrow. He read my message and knew I was in my apartment.
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Brandy Butter
Dieter Bravo x f!reader
|| Consent universe oneshot, heavy mentions of the last chapter Concentric, so do not recommend reading as a stand-alone ||
{ Fuck Yeah Holidays | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }
Rating: E
Prompts: Drunken confession | Christmas (additional requests sent in with the votes in notes at the end)
Summary: Dieter blames it on the damn brandy butter.
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, mention of food, dirty talk, fingering, handjob, cumshot, feelings so fluffy. These holiday fics are for fun, so not as *rigorously edited* as my regular stories, please forgive any mistakes or plot holes!
Word count: 3.4k
Notes: Posting this a week before Christmas so you guys can read at your own pace! This one came in first in the holiday vote, and I've been waiting to write this for a long time. This is dedicated to Cristina @pedropascalsx for being one of my favourite people on this hellsite, but also partly because it mentions a key scene in the series for which she commissioned this gorgeous art for. Thank you for being the sweetest friend, this is for you ❤️
It’s shaping up to be the first decent holiday season you’ve had in a while. Your parents are on a cruise (you love them, but they haven’t met Dieter in person yet and you’re happy to hold off for a day that doesn’t involve your mother stress-cooking and your father knocking back eggnog), Pete and Ana are in town, and you’re all going to Rebecca’s for dinner tonight.
You’re starting Christmas morning the same way you have since college - making Christmas pudding in your pyjamas.
Your roommate from the other side of the pond introduced you to the weird and quintessentially British holiday dessert in freshman year, and it’s been a treasured tradition of yours ever since to make it from scratch every year.
The Christmas pudding is a hard sell. The dark brown, domed sponge cake is boiled for hours, packed with alcohol-soaked dried fruit and definitely not Instagram-friendly, but you’ve yet to meet someone who you didn’t convert with your secret recipe.
Maybe Dieter Bravo would be the first.
‘It smells funny.’
You snort as you cut up butter into cubes. ‘You haven’t washed that robe in weeks and you think this smells funny?’
He picks up the recipe for the pudding and reads in mock horror, ‘Raisins, prunes, currants soaked in stout for 24 hours?’
You roll your eyes. ‘Drop the puritan act, Bravo. You’ve definitely been soaked in much worse for much longer.’
He continues, ignoring your jab. ‘The pudding can be stored for up to two years in a cool, dry place. What the fuck is this witchcraft cake, sweetheart?’
Measuring out icing sugar, you answer, ‘It’s a traditional British Christmas dessert. It’s delicious.’
‘But we’re not British,’ he protests. ‘Why can’t we have some nice, normal pecan pie or something?’
Grabbing the ingredients, you move around the kitchen counter towards the standing mixer that you brought with you when you moved in. ‘You can, if you make it. But you’re not, and I love Christmas pudding, so stop complaining.’
He follows hot on your heels, craning over your shoulder as you start beating the sugar into the butter. ‘Whatcha making?’
‘Brandy butter,’ you reply, tipping in a generous pour of said alcohol into the mixture. ‘It’s like frosting, but with lots of brandy.’
Dieter hums appreciatively, palms finding your waist. ‘Now that I can get on board with.’
You turn off the mixer to do a taste test, smacking your lips as you lick the brandy butter off the spoon. It’s delicious, sweet and smooth but the alcohol cuts through the richness - it will go perfectly with the sticky and dense Christmas pudding.
Dieter follows suit, scooping a greedy dollop of brandy butter with two fingers which disappear into his mouth. When he swallows, he unleashes a moan so guttural that it would make a porn star blush.
‘It’s good, but it’s not that good,’ you chide his over-the-top dramatics, and smack him on the back of his hand when he makes to dive into the mixing bowl again. ‘No double dipping, Bravo.’
His grin turns filthy instantly, the wolvishness that curls the corner of his lips never fails to set your pulse racing. Grabbing you by the ass, he whines into your neck, ‘But sweetheart, you love it when I double dip into your sweet, tight -’
‘Dieter -’ You cut in, but you can’t help the waver in your voice when the same two fingers that were in his mouth just now, still warm from his tongue, trail under the elastic band of your sweatpants.
You can hear the smirk in his voice when he asks, ‘How about a little Christmas present to kick the day off, sweetheart?’
His fingertips catch on your skin - with remnants of sugar from the brandy butter and dried spit - as they slide into your panties, running through the thatch of hair before finding your clit, making you cry out as he chuckles into your ear.
‘Who’s been a good girl this year?’ he teases.
Your scoff at the unoriginal innuendo careens off into a moan when he makes his way through your quickly dampening folds. ‘Really? Santa jokes?’
‘Don’t be such a grinch, sweetheart,’ he mock-admonishes you, dipping the tip of his middle finger into your wet pussy, groaning at what he finds. ‘It’s obviously working on you.’
‘Fuck,’ you bite out when he hastily shoves your pants down and sinks one thick digit in all the way down to the knuckle. Bracing yourself on the marble-top surface, you suddenly realise it’s probably time to top up the water in the pan for the Christmas pudding. ‘Wait, Dieter - I need to check on the pudding -’
‘Uh-uh,’ tuts Dieter, spinning you around and easily hoisting you onto an empty spot on the kitchen counter, the cold surface under your bare ass making you shiver. ‘Not until you cum on my hand, baby.’
‘It’ll burn!’ your protest trails off into a desperate whine when he starts pumping in and out of you, dropping his gaze to watch as your cunt slicks up his finger.
‘Then you better cum quick,’ he retorts in a cocky challenge. ‘Although, on second thought, I wouldn’t mind if it did burn.’
He slows his movements deliberately, but you shake your head, rolling your hips in chase. ‘Oh no, you won’t win, Dieter Bravo.’
He presses a messy kiss to your lips. ‘You’re so sexy when you’re competitive, baby.’
‘One more finger,’ you demand, swiping your tongue into his mouth as you push your hands into his unruly curls.
‘I thought you said no double dipping,’ he taunts against your lips, clearly having been waiting for the chance to drop that line.
‘Oh, shut up,’ you grumble with ill-concealed affection. He doesn’t deny you, and your teeth catch your bottom lip when you push back onto his hand shamelessly. ‘I want to touch you.’
Dieter doesn’t need to be told twice, untying the drawstring of his sweats and pushing them down to free his already hard cock. You wrap your palm around his erection, your wrist slack as you stroke him in an unforgiving rhythm that has him stuttering curses into the crook of your neck.
When he pushes you backwards to find your clit with his fingertips, you brace one foot on a kitchen stool, which lends you the leverage to start moving freely.
‘Ride my fingers, that’s a good girl,’ he croons while he watches you impale yourself on him, your grip around his length tightening at the same time he draws quicker circles on your clit. ‘That’s it, sweetheart, come on -’
Your back arches as you snap, your orgasm ripping hot and fast through you. Dieter grins, mouthing at your sensitive neck and scraping his teeth behind your ear, leaving you slumping bonelessly against his side.
With a low chuckle at your wrecked state, Dieter gently dislodges your palm to take himself in hand, jaw twitching as he rushes headlong into his own high. Pulling out of your heat, he holds you obscenely wide, and with a hoarse shout, he spurts thickly onto your pussy splayed open beneath him, his cum dripping like white honey through your folds and onto the countertop.
Smearing one finger through his mess, you gasp when he pushes it into your still sensitive pussy, winking as he draws it out to suck it clean. He declares, ‘Tastes even better than your brandy butter if you asked me, sweetheart.’
Despite your negligence, the Christmas pudding survives unscathed - much to Dieter’s dismay.
It’s the first time all of you are under the same roof since Resurgence ended, and it’s a merry affair. Dieter and Pete won’t stop crooning reunited and it feels so good to each other like idiots, you and Ana scoff at their antics affectionately while you catch up on the last few months.
Rebecca and Hank are in fine form, their beautiful house decorated to the nines. You finally meet their daughter, Coco, and the family cat Crookshanks. Everyone helps out - laying out the silverware, pouring the champagne and putting presents under the outrageously decked out ten-foot Christmas pine. The lights of Hollywood Hills twinkle outside the floor-to-ceiling windows beyond the infinity pool, as dusk falls and candles are lit all around the intimate dining room.
Dinner is delicious. The hosts made turkey, stuffing and an assortment of delicious sides, Ana cooked potatoes three ways, and Pete brought plenty of wine that flows liberally as the dishes go around the table for seconds, thirds and fourths.
It’s your first big holiday together as a couple - the teasing, marriage jokes and third degree are expected, and Pete doesn’t disappoint.
With the food winding down but glasses tirelessly topped up, he clamours for a reenactment of the reunion on the boat in Italy, insisting that he plays the part of Constance to make up for the fact that he missed the event. That’s how Pete and Dieter end up on the first landing on the stairs which overlooks the dining space, trying to recreate the scene where you caught him and Constance and realised that it was all a ruse.
Trying being the keyword. They’re mostly knocking back wine while arguing about the details.
‘No, no, I’m 100% sure Ana was there as well the exact moment she figured out that you guys were faking it,’ insists Pete, wagging his finger sagely.
‘How would you know, you weren’t even there, Pete!’ you heckle.
‘Pete, if you decide to try your hand in acting, you know where to find representation. You make such a convincing Constance,’ Rebecca jokes.
You think you’ve gotten away with the worst of it by the time you help clear the table and Pete gets distracted by the dessert coming out of the kitchen. Your defences are down, leaving yourself vulnerable to ambush -
You just didn’t expect it from Rebecca and Hank’s thirteen-year-old.
Coco is her mother’s daughter. Whip smart and taking after her mum’s striking looks, she has far more self-assuredness than you did at her tender age. The way she discreetly weighs you up is the same way Rebecca assessed you all those months ago when you first met in the doorway of your hotel room.
The teenager waits until everyone is sloshing with wine to pounce. You’ve all moved to the living room where the fireplace is roaring, and the desserts are laid out on the coffee table. She’s curled up next to Dieter in front of the fire, Crookshanks - who not only has the name but also the looks to boot - draped across both their laps.
You’re in the middle of explaining Christmas pudding to the sceptics, which currently stands untouched, when she coolly calls you by your name and draws first blood.
‘So, are you and Uncle D living together?’
Surprised, you blink at the sudden change in conversation and stutter a reply, ‘Um - ahem, yes, Coco - yes, we are.’
‘He’s lived with a bunch of girls, you know,’ she informs you, crossing her arms.
‘All at once or at different times?’ you joke in an attempt to lighten the mood. Pete’s mouth is hanging open in both fascination and anxiety at the unfolding drama while Ana chews on her nails, eyes darting between you and the girl.
‘Coconuts,’ pipes up Dieter with a warning tilt to his tone.
She shrugs innocently. ‘What? Just making sure you’re on the same page. Mum always says communication makes or breaks a relationship.’
‘I appreciate that, and I do know he’s lived with other women before,’ you assure her. ‘We both have our histories.’
Seizing on your comment, she continues with her line of questioning. ‘So how many men have you lived with?’
‘Coco,’ raps Becks sternly from across the room. ‘That is not an appropriate question, young lady.’
You smile and shake your head. ‘It’s ok - I’ve just lived with one guy. We were engaged.’
‘What happened?’ she asks.
You reply truthfully, ‘We broke up a few years ago. Sometimes that’s the way things turn out.’
Coco taps on her chin thoughtfully, turning to Dieter. ‘How many times have you been engaged, Uncle D? I remember twice, at least. So that’s three failed engagements between the two of you -’
The cat yowls in protest when Dieter reaches over to squeeze Coco by the shoulders, a slightly uncomfortable grin on his lips. ‘Alright, what’s up with all the interest in math tonight, kiddo?’
She points out, ‘I don’t see any posts about her on your Instagram. You’ve never kept anything secret before. What’s different this time?’
Dieter turns to Becks, tossing up his hands in disbelief. ‘You let her use Instagram? She’s thirteen!’
Becks rolls her eyes fondly. ‘Am I really getting parenting advice from Dieter Bravo?’
Then, Coco turns to you and delivers the coup de grace. ‘So - do you love him?’
Before you can react, Pete chokes violently on his eggnog, gripping at the coffee table from his seat on the plush rug. Ana has to burp him like a baby while he cries, ‘Oh god, it’s coming up my nose! It burns!’
You’re so stunned that you still haven’t moved a muscle when Dieter jumps up, sending Crookshanks scampering off with a grumpy meow.
‘Ok that’s it,’ he pronounces and hauls Coco up by her armpits. ‘Off to bed now, young lady. Say good night!’
Coco protests as she’s dragged off, slipping and sliding on her Christmas socks on the marble floor, her voice petering out as they disappear up the stairs. ‘What the heck, Uncle D? They’re fair questions and you know it. Have you even asked them yourself -’
Glancing about in the awkward silence, Pete picks up a bottle of brandy from the table and shouts. ‘Shots!’
Three quarters of an hour later, Pete is lying prostrate, snoring on the couch. Ana is engaged in a tipsy philosophical debate with Rebecca, and Hank is drunk washing up in the kitchen.
You’re tucked into Dieter’s side while he munches on a slice of Christmas pudding with a generous helping of brandy butter. ‘I take it back, sweetheart. This is fucking delicious.’
‘It’s a cake soaked in alcohol, of course it is,’ you grin, which morphs into a yawn as you glance at your watch. ‘It’s late, I think we should try and get an Uber home.’
Becks speaks up from across the room. ‘You sure, guys? We have a couple of spare rooms upstairs.’
‘It’s fine, I think Pete needs it more than us,’ you quip, reaching over to poke at his prone form with your foot.
Ana waves from the floor. ‘See you later, love birds. Merry Christmas!’
Becks gets up and loops her arm through yours as she walks you to the door. ‘Sorry about Coco. She’s protective about her Uncle D, especially when it’s the first time he’s brought a woman home for Christmas in a while.’
You smile and pull her into a hug. ‘Please don’t apologise, your kid’s a feisty one and I know exactly who she got that from. Goodness knows he could use her in his corner,’ you add with a wink.
You shepherd Dieter into the waiting car. It’s easily the most expensive Uber ride you’ve ever taken, and you breathe a sigh of relief when Dieter’s house comes into view.
Home.
Somewhere between the Hollywood Hills and Sherman Oaks, Dieter passes out cold, drool puddling on the shoulder of his fuzzy brown coat as he dozes. You have to coax him out of the car and up into the bedroom, with him whining drunkenly the whole way, face buried in the back of your neck as he stumbles after you.
It’s a struggle to get him out of his clothes - perish the thought of getting him to brush his teeth - but at least he’s just the right level of drunk that has him snoring within moments of his head hitting the pillow. You breathe a sigh of relief when you climb in after him.
Dieter immediately shuffles into your warmth and blindly presses a kiss to you, which lands on the side of your nose. You huff a laugh, rearranging yourself so that your back is to his chest, his arms wound around your waist.
‘Not so tight, I’m stuffed,’ you grumble.
He obeys, but keeps the entire length of his body smooshed against you needily, the proximity muffling his words. ‘I do, you know.’
‘What?’ you hum.
The declaration is slurred with sleep as it brushes your ear, but the tone is emphatic. ‘Love you. I love you, sweetheart.’
You stop breathing.
Not that you haven’t wondered, silently turned it over in your mind over the past few months. But it’s two in the morning - you lost count at one glass of bubbles and three and a half of wine, and him many more. You swear you can taste brandy butter on his breath.
Before you can muddle through your jumbled thoughts, he mercifully slips into sleep.
And you mull over his words until you do too.
Your side of the bed is cold when he wakes up in the morning.
Dieter winces at the light, tempted to bury himself under the duvet, but something he can’t put his finger on has him sitting up, a groan on his lips as the world tilts dangerously on its axis.
That something nags at him as he slips on his robe, nips at his heels as his feet wriggle into furry slippers.
He stops abruptly by the bedroom door.
Shit. Did he tell you that he loves you last night?
The heating is on and the house is toasty, made even warmer with the smell of fresh coffee and sizzling butter from the open kitchen. You’re at the stove as he pads quietly towards you, and you don’t turn around when he snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. ‘Morning, sweetheart.’
You hum noncommittally, but at least you’re relaxing into his embrace instead of pulling away, and Dieter breathes a sigh of relief.
He hasn’t scared you away. You’re still here.
‘I meant what I said last night,’ he blurts out impulsively.
He almost winces at his rashness. But he does, and he’s never been good at holding things back, especially things that he knows. He’s not going to take it back.
Without turning around, you say evenly, ‘Go sit down, Dieter.’
He stiffens instantly behind you, nails digging into the soft fabric of your dressing gown. Fuck. Fuck. You want him to sit down? Why?
Blindly, he lets go of you and stumbles over his feet to the kitchen counter, scrambling onto a stool. The hardwood floor suddenly feels like quicksand as he wobbles in his seat, sweaty palms pressed into the cool marble surface to anchor him. You take your time, your body giving away no hint of the same gravity that’s making his stomach drop while you flip over what smells like buttermilk pancakes.
When you finally turn around with the pan in your hands, Dieter holds his breath and watches you cross the kitchen to slide something into his plate, which lands with an emphatic thwack.
Eventually, he looks up at you with the biggest puppy eyes in utter confusion. He squeaks, ‘It’s a heart-shaped pancake.’
You smile at his befuddlement. ‘That’s right. Just like that heart-shaped pizza Lorenzo made for us in Italy.’
‘Is this one a prank too?’ he asks in a small voice.
Stepping in between his legs and winding your arms around his neck, you smile. ‘Unfortunately not. I actually love you, you idiot.’
You yelp when he tugs you fully into him, making you lose your footing as you laugh. And then he’s kissing you, fingers pushing into your hair, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he pulls back.
‘There isn’t a ring in the pancake, is there?’ he teases with a throwback to your reaction to the heart-shaped pizza all those months ago, wriggling his eyebrows.
‘You should be so lucky, Dieter Bravo,’ you echo his words back at him.
He grins. Some day, one day - maybe even in that same house that he’s been thinking of buying for the two of you, on the roof with the terracotta floor at sunset on a summer’s day, with his grandmother's ring in a heart-shaped pizza -
But for now, he swallows the lump in his throat, his warm eyes hold yours with a surety he feels deep in his bones as he murmurs against your lips, ‘I love you too, sweetheart.’
I never regretted holding off on this moment from the main series, and writing this in the months after Consent ended (which is about the same length of time for our two idiots in the story), I feel even more strongly about this. Thank you for the enthusiastic voting for this prompt and Christmas, I loved writing this moment for these two so much - they've definitely earned it.
I hope you all have the most wonderful Christmas ❤️
Also, thank you for these requests that I had so much fun working into this fic!
LJ @prolix-yuy: IF you do the Christmas fic, I would love to see which seasonal drink/food Dieter and our Intimacy Coordinator enjoy (especially if it's polarizing for each other - does Dieter like eggnog? Fruitcake? Something even weirder) No pressure to add, love you Cee!
Anon: Maybe you could work a cat in somewhere? 😉 Like maybe he ends up around someone who has a cat? He seems like he’d be really sweet with them. He just seems like a cat man to me. Even if he doesn’t know it yet. I could be wrong. That’s just my headcanon.
#dieter bravo fanfic#dieter bravo oneshot#dieter bravo x you#dieter bravo x reader#dieter bravo x fem!reader#dieter bravo x f!reader#dieter bravo smut#the bubble fanfic#queue#fuckyeahholidays#it’s consent season
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Hi 🥰
I've been rereading Southern Generation for a while now, and I realised that Lily Ana is literally her birth name "Liliana", I don't know that made me chuckle a bit 😂❤️
It is a very sweet story, hopefully, you will also write similar stories like this in the future 🥹
One question, because I got confused about her age, is she 25/26 or older? From my understanding of Sy's description and her college story, she seems mid to late twenties, idk.
Lol yeah. I've written numerous stories like Southern Generation.
Swipe
Immortal Sky
Hill Manor
Quarantine Bliss
Quarantine: Laundry Day
Quarantine: Warm Water
Quarantine: Rub
Quarantine: Trees and Antlers
Quarantine: Between the Pages
Quarantine: Early Bird
Quarantine: The Walk
Quarantine: Ink
Prince and I
As for Lily's age, I never in-story labeled her age, but from a personal, just for myself point of view, her birthday is June 19th 1989.
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