#comfort fic twice in a row
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Daniel/Max, quiet
In my head, this is set sometime vaguely around the Saudi GP. I'm new, so I'm still working out how this all works, please don't eat me.
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Max’s doorman lets Daniel inside the hallway to the private elevators without a fuss. He wishes the doorman had stopped him in his tracks; he wishes he had forgotten the code to Max’s private elevator. Then maybe Daniel would have to think of a better reason why he’s outside Max’s door on a Tuesday afternoon after a race.
He doesn’t think of a good enough reason between the elevator ride and rapping his knuckles on Max’s door, so he says the only reason that’s reverberating in his head when Max appears in front of him.
“I didn’t know where else to go.”
It’s quiet for a second before Max opens the door wider, letting Daniel in with a small smile. Daniel takes longer than usual to kick off his shoes at the entryway. He watches as Max heads to the kitchen and out a few moments later with a couple of bottles in his hands.
Daniel meets him in the living room and wordlessly sits on the couch. He feels something soft brush against his leg before hearing gentle snuffling, followed by a steady, contented purr. “Hey, Sassy girl,” he says. Daniel feels tired but not tired enough to ignore Max’s cats. They deserve his best, always.
There’s a cold feeling against his hand. He stares at Max as he takes the drink offered to him. Daniel can’t remember the last time he’s seen anything so clear and vivid, but Max’s eyes are piercing, and he’s struck stupid at how bright they look. It’s not the first time he’s noticed Max’s eyes--it probably won’t even be the last. It’s the first time he’s caught how long Max’s eyelashes are, though, he can’t look away from the contrast between the sharp, angular lines of Max’s face and the lightness of his eyelashes.
Max is sitting so close to him. He half expects Max to switch to one of the armchairs, maybe the other couch--there’s room. Instead, Max settles deeper into the couch with him, their knees touching, their pinky fingers gently brushing together. It’s barely noticeable; Daniel would have missed it if he hadn’t been so laser-focused on all of the parts of him that are connected to Max.
All he can think about is Max. All he’s been thinking about is Max.
Some days, maybe if he’s honest, on days precisely like today, it feels like thinking about Max is the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground. Nothing he does seems to be working at all this season, and thinking about Max is the only thing that doesn’t feel like work at all.
“Where are we, Daniel?”
Max’s words feel like a punch to the gut: shocking and unexpected. He feels shattered; he can’t believe Max even remembers.
“Where are we, Max?” Daniel used to ask, usually and especially after Max came back from a meeting with his father.
And then he’d let Max imagine a place with him, somewhere far from where they were, where for a little bit, Max was allowed the space to breathe.
“Max, you don’t have to--” Daniel starts, but Max interrupts him quickly.
“Daniel,” Max says, firm. Then his voice softens again. “Where are we?”
It’s impossible to stop the shudder that runs through him. Then, like a switch, Daniel feels his body go slack, finally uncoiling from the knot of tension he’d been working through for weeks. He doesn’t know how it’s possible, but they’re sitting even closer together now, and he can feel Max’s body heat pierce through to his skin.
Max’s hand covers his, gentler than he’s ever imagined. Daniel breathes.
“Not anywhere with sand,” he says, smiling slightly. “Somewhere cold. Maybe Canada. Maybe Switzerland, if Seb lets us hide in his chalet...”
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YES. BODYGUARD JASON TODD.
He's used to being looked over, just seen as meat & muscle (he doesn't mind, it's part of the job) but you're the first "job" who actually sees him, talks to him, makes him laugh 🫠 he doesn't know what he'll do if someone actually tries to put their hands on you 🙂
hiiii aud thank you for the scrumptious jaybird thoughts <3 so begins my bodyguard!Jason agenda!
bodyguard!jason todd x gn!reader. fluff, pining, and tension so thick you could cut it with a batarang.
All fics are reblogged to @sanguinelibrary
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"Y'know, I think you just keep me around to carry your bags."
You grin over your shoulder where the Red Hood trails behind you, always five paces behind. Your takeout bag is in one hand, your new shirts in another. He wears a red mask over the lower half of his face, like always. Only seeing his eyes used to unnerve you, but now it's a comfort, finding his gaze in a crowd.
"That's not true. I also keep you around for something nice to look at," you say.
He tilts his head. Your belly flutters. "Flattery will get you nowhere, trouble."
"Flattery got me outside of my hotel, Red."
He sighs. "Tricking the hotel concierge doesn't count."
You laugh. "Sure it does. I think it does." You stick your arm out. "Will you walk next to me?"
"You know my rule."
"But you can easily cover me if you're next to me! And I'm so good at ducking. See?"
You duck and straighten a few times in a row to demonstrate. A few people stare. You ignore them. Hood's eyes crinkle in a way that tells you he's smiling.
"Mm, incredible technique. Wonder who taught you that. A ruggedly handsome bodyguard, perhaps?"
"Always hungry for the credit," you say. "Despicable."
"Ain't I?"
You turn around and stop. He stops five paces behind. You take a step forward. He takes a step back.
"I wanna see your face when we talk," you say, face pinched.
"Not in public, trouble. It's for your safety. You know that."
"Can't you come a little closer?"
None of your friends are like this with their personal guards. A moment from a friend's birthday party resurfaces.
It's almost like you'd rather be with him than us. You know he's just doing his job, right?
Hood stays exactly where he is. "This is the ideal spot for covering you. Now, c'mon. Thought you wanted to shop."
You sigh and let your arms flop to your sides. He must be nervous today. You can't imagine why.
"Fine. Be that way."
You hurry ahead. Hood doesn't lag behind. Stupid long-legged bodyguard.
"You can be mad at me as long as you stay safe," he says.
You turn again, about to really bitch about how strict he's being. But his proximity stops you short. He's inched closer, so close that you can properly see his eyes.
"This close enough for you?" he asks.
Hood's eyes are warm in the light, mossy and rich. His lashes and brows are dark and thick. Once or twice, you've seen a splash of freckles across his nose. The bridge of his nose is crooked like it's been broken one too many times.
Dear God, you yearn to know him.
Your stomach does more flips. Hood watches you, half-lidded.
"What're y'doing, trouble?"
His voice is soft, the way it gets when he's trying to smooth over a tiff between you. You can't figure out why he does that. You always get over it. And so does he. He has no choice.
"I'm looking at you, Red," you say.
"Yeah? What're y'lookin' at me for?"
"'Cause I want to."
He blinks. "Me? Not much to look at."
You look at each other for another minute. The want bubbles up again, spills out of your mouth before you can stop it.
"Please walk next to me," you say. "I need to know you're there."
He leans in to speak, black curl tumbling over his forehead. He smells sweet, like apples and spice. You almost appreciate the danger in your life because it keeps you in the Red Hood's line of sight.
"Wha's the matter? Y'nervous? I'm right here."
Oh, you're nervous, alright. Just not in the way he thinks. The way you ought to be.
You turn around. For your sake and his.
"Not nervous. Just... just... never mind. You pick where we go next, Red."
"It's your day. 'M just the driver," he says.
"If you won't walk next to me, the least you can do is pick where we go."
"The least I can do, huh?"
It's clear he isn't going to choose. So you watch him instead. You turn the corner and sneak glances over your shoulder. You don't care much about shopping anymore anyway. It's only an excuse to go out. To be alone with him.
Your answer comes. It's only for a split second, but you catch it anyway. He taught you to notice things after all. Says it could be the difference between living and dying.
You immediately change course. Hood follows you easily, and you breeze through the bookstore's entrance. You sneak a look to gauge his reaction. He's looking around, but that could just be him clocking the exits and obstacles. You grab his hand. He looks at your joined hands, then at you.
"Feeling lost?" he asks.
"No. Just trying to keep you present. Nothing’s gonna happen in a bookshop, Red."
That crease in the middle of his forehead returns. "'S my job to plan for the worst. Keeping you safe is the only thing that matters."
"Not the only thing."
His eyebrows rise. "Whaddya talking about? 'Course it is."
You look at your joined hands. This is bad. This is really, really bad. You'd might as well pull your heart out of your chest and let Hood carry that too.
You start to walk, fingers slipping out of his. Hood doesn't try to rejoin them.
He stays closer in here, close enough that you can talk quietly and smell his apple pie scent.
"What do you like to read?" you ask.
Hood glances at you. "Clocked that about me, did you?"
"I was taught by the best," you say sweetly.
He hums. Doesn't joke or laugh. Just makes a soft sound. It's not often you render him speechless.
"I loved Frankenstein as a kid. I always hoped he'd love his monster, but..."
Hood disappears for a moment, lost in his head. You take his hand, heart be damned.
"Red?"
He looks at you again. His eyes are wild. Sometimes, it seems like they glow.
"My... my dad used to read it to me," he says. "One time I asked if he'd love the monster anyway. He promised he would."
You rub his knuckles. He flinches, like he's forgotten where he is.
"Someone's devotion to our monstrous parts is something we all want," you say.
You spend more time in the bookstore. Hood attracts a few stares, like always, but you're left alone. He carries your shopping without complaint, without strain, and you wonder if your friend was right, if this is just a job.
You buy a special edition of Frankenstein under his attention. Then you turn around and hand him the book. He keeps it under his arm.
"Ready to head back? Y'hungry?"
"That's for you," you say.
"Hm? What is?"
"The book. It's for you, Red."
Silence. The second time that you've stunned the words out of him. You're on a roll.
"Y'don't have to do that," he says, gentle as can be.
"It's a present for you. A thank you."
Hood shakes his head. "You don't need to thank me for protecting you. Just doing my job."
"I'm thanking you for being my friend. Because... you are, right? My friend?"
This time, Hood's eyes on you are heavy. You wonder if he can see your heart beating, see your belly fluttering, see the real reason why you get nervous around him.
"Yeah, trouble," he says, book cradled to his chest like it's precious cargo. "I'm yours."
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd fanfiction#red hood x you#red hood x reader#red hood fanfiction#bodyguard jason todd#batman fanfiction#dc fanfic#jason todd imagine#inbox#blurb
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Favorite Customer*
(seriously tho, where are the FICS OF HER YALL DO BETTER. 😭)
Paige Bueckers x Fem reader
Summary: Paige goes to the bar to blow off some steam occasionally , and y/n, who works there might have a tad bit of a crush on her.
WC: 1.7K
Warnings: 18+, smut, just straight up filth
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There she was.
Y/n’s customer crush was here.
Paige.
She sat in the same spot she normally did each time she’d go. Sixth one down from the second row, right next to the window.
She had a blue oversized hoodie worn strictly around her neck with a white tank top underneath. Her pretty blonde hair was put back in a messy low bun that framed her face so perfectly.
Y/n poured out what she usually requested- a glass of cosmopolitan with a tad bit of orange juice and some aperol. She’d also occasionally order a slider but due to the time she’d always come they were usually gone.
It may sound strange but, y/n found herself almost fascinated by her. The way she’d remain consistent on her arrivals, only ever coming twice a week at exactly two thirty in the morning-never earlier or later. She was captivating.
Y/n got used to seeing her there so often it became a part of her schedule that she wouldn’t dare complain about. She would never admit it-of course but seeing Paige after working these long shifts always brightened up her mood and made her day a fuck ton better.
“Hi, ma.”
Y/n was brought back from her thoughts once she heard the breathy voice she’d been desperately craving all night calling out to her from the booth. She glanced up and noticed her already staring with a cute smile across her face.
“Hi, Paige.” y/n replied softly while returning the smile back and handing her the glass she just made.
“I assumed you’d want your regular.”
“You remember my drink order?”
“It’s not a hard drink, really-”
“What did the last person before me order, hm?”
damnit.
Y/n’s breath got caught in her throat while her mind practically went blank right there on the spot.
“I forgot.” she whispered, causing Paige to smirk widely as she leaned back and chuckled.
Though they didn’t know much about each other, Paige found her absolutely adorable. She’d always notice the way y/n’s cheeks reddened when she’d call her ‘ma’ or any light praises she’d give her on how delicious the drink she made was.
Paige kept her eyes precisely on hers and saw how she was quick to look away making her already smug and wide smirk somehow widen even more. “Don’t gotta get all shy on me now, ma. It’s cool if I’m your favorite customer.” she winked as she sipped her drink.
“Maybe… Woah-.” She muttered softly before she felt herself getting dragged by the hip right next to Paige.
“Sorry if I caught you off guard, mama. I'm just not a fan of the distance while we’re speaking, I’m sure you understand, right?”
Y/n quickly nodded her head in response and felt her cheeks grow warm again as she fidgeted with her fingers.
“I’m- I really should get back.”
“You don’t need to go anywhere, ma, there’s no other customers here for you to attend” she interrupts with a small grin, “C’mon, please?”
Y/n hesitated for a second before sighing then quickly glancing at the other empty booths before unbuttoning 2 buttons on her vest and leaning back.
“See?” Paige hummed as she removed a strand of hair from y/n’s face before having another sip of her drink. “Probably so much more comfortable now huh, mama?”
Y/n smiled then nodded and turned to look at Paige.
Fuck she’s sexy.
She was so stuck in her thoughts she hadn’t realized how hard and long she’d been staring for or that she’d now been looking at her lips.
Before y/n even got the chance to think again, Paige attached her lips to hers then lightly pulled y/n’s face closer to hers in order to deepen the kiss before she slid her tongue in her mouth.
“Wanna get out of here?” She whispered and y/n was quick to comply as Paige grabbed her hand and rushed them out the bar.
They made it to her car and y/n felt desperate. After Paige touched her once she felt herself craving more. She grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her back into the kiss as a quiet moan escaped Paige’s lips.
“Desperate huh, mama? Always could tell you were a desperate girl but never thought you were so needy this quickly, barely even touched you yet and you’re going feral.”
Y/n let out a whimper causing Paige to chuckle as her tongue continued to explore the inside of her mouth with ease. “Trust me though I love your neediness this early on. Making it seem like you’ll die if I don’t touch you enough.”
“You know-” Paige whispered before breaking the kiss and moving on to y/n’s jaw and neck then lightly nibbling on to her ear. “I’ve thought about this so many times you have no idea. Everytime I step into that bar my mind goes crazy. I have had to stop myself from doing this earlier, but-”
She puts her mouth right on her ear and mutters, “If I knew you wanted me this badly I would’ve done this so much sooner, ma.”
She doesn’t even give Y/n the chance to catch her breath as she takes her hand again and guides her over towards the backseat of her car then swinging the door open and stepping aside.
“Lay down for me, ma,” she mumbled, pecking y/n’s lips gently while guiding her in. “Get as comfortable as you need to, want you to enjoy this.”
Y/n immediately settles down into the soft black leather seat before tossing around for a little bit until she found a position she preferred.
Paige quickly landed between her thighs and pulled the door shut. She hovers her body on top of hers, trapping y/n beneath her as she runs a palm up the side of her leg.
“You’re so beautiful, fuck. Can’t wait to ruin you.”
That short statement alone made y/n to moan loudly causing Paige to let out a chuckle. “You really are desperate for my touch are you?”
“Yes-Yes I am. Please touch me.” she whispered before Paige lightly pinched her inner thigh.
“I am touching you, ma. Can’t you feel my fingers running across your pretty thighs, hm? Or did you want me to touch somewhere else, huh?”
“How about here?” She placed her fingertips on her stomach causing y/n to aggressively shake her head, “No-no not there…maybe here?” She then dragged her fingers towards her lower abdomen.
“Getting closer, huh? How about, right here.” Her fingers finally made their way towards y/n’s clothed clit with a rough slap earning an even louder moan from her lips. “Fuck, ma. Can feel your wetness through your leggings…Christ-have you been this wet since you saw me?”
She nodded her head eagerly as Paige started rubbing slow, teasing circles against her. “Can’t believe I got you this worked up-barely did anything was so respectful, then you surprise me with this? Fuck me...”
Paige leaned in and kissed her once more wanting to taste her moans and feed off her desperation. She breaks away from the kiss then starts tugging on her leggings, “Can I take these off you, ma? Wanna feel your dripping pussy rub against me so fucking bad.”
All Y/n could do was whine out in response as she motioned her head up and down quickly, craving her touch more than she needed oxygen to breathe. Once Paige got her approval she was gentle but eager to get her bottoms off. The second she pulled them down she couldn’t help but let out a groan at the wet patch very visible on her pretty little pink panties.
“Lord, ma, you soaked through your panties…” She mumbled while rubbing harder and feeling y/n’s wetness increase more and more with each circle of her finger. Watching her fall apart beneath her with just a few flicks of her index and middle finger across her sensitive clit was a sight that Paige was definitely never gonna be able to get out of her mind.
Paige gently moved her drenched panties to the side and held it there using her other hand. She let out a moan of her own at the sight of y/n’s wet and throbbing clit right there on display for her. Paige began slowly but surely thrusting her finger in and out loving the wet noises of y/n’s pussy filling up the car. After she felt her relax a bit she stuck another one into her before leaving a kiss below her jaw.
“More” y/n whispers faintly, “Please-more..”
“More, ma?” she echoes before adding the third finger, “Fuck you really are needy. Already got my two fingers working now you need another one? So filthy.”
“Paige..So close, please..” y/n moans, arching her back further as Paige increases the speed of her fingers and uses her thumb to rub her puffy clit until she reaches her high.
“Gonna cum, ma? C’mon, give it to me, you know how badly I wanna taste it…Be a good girl and cum for me.”
That was all y/n needed to cum. Before she knew it she was making a mess on Paige’s fingers-and most likely her car seat too-as her body shook and her thighs twitched while Paige slowly removed her soaking wet fingers out from her entrance and into her mouth, moaning at the taste.
“So sweet, mama, could taste you all day, I swear.” she mumbled, causing y/n to let out a quiet whimper as she tried calming down from her high.
“Thank you.” y/n whispered, as Paige leaned down attaching their lips together once more while she pulled her panties up for her.
“You did so good, ma.” she praised, helping her sit back up straight as she stroked her bare thigh. “I was thinking, I’d love to do this again, but only if you’re down of course-”
“Yes, I am definitely down to do this again.” she interrupted quickly, offering her a smile causing Paige to chuckle and peck her on the lips.
“That’s a good girl.”
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I love gay Eddie and bisexual awakening Steve. It's solid and popular for a reason. It works, makes a lot of sense.
But...I also love flirty-cluelessly-queer Eddie and comfortable-with-his sexuality Steve.
Eddie does flirt. With everyone. It was pretty clear he was flirting with Chrissy. He was flirting with Steve. Calling him big boy and getting up in his personal space, being all cutesy.
So, imagine Eddie just casually flirting with Steve and it doesn't mean anything to him. He's just being Eddie. He isn't even aware that it's flirting. He really considers it teasing. The man is dramatic and silly. He loves to make a scene. So "teasing" people is fun for him.
Eddie who is a super senior running a DnD club for outcasts, loves Lord of the Rings, plays in a metal band. I think Eddie is always into some sort of hyperfixation to be trying to bang chicks or dudes.
There was totally a phase were he was obsessed with folk and old country music (Woody Guthrie much). There was the Jane Austen phase (It fits, c'mon). The time he tried to learn to crochet. His lasting phase with fantasy novels. His intense love of metal music. He knows a lot about music in general. Obscure shit. Oh, those handcuffs-definitely from his magic phase. Tell me, 12 year old Eddie didn't want to be a magician. He probably did card tricks, the whole deal.
Eddie would be the kind of guy who'd spout all sorts of random knowledge. He probably has one specific time period in history he could rant about for hours.
The man has raging ADHD (takes one to know one). He's a self-professed nerd and outcast. The only thing that might be considered "cool" is that he plays in his band. But even then, he's a total nerd about it.
Eddie is hot as hell. That is undeniable. But Eddie has been too damn busy being a fucking nerd to date or hook up. I think he's so focused on his interests, it could easily not have been on his radar. Same way he's failed senior year twice in a row despite being smart as hell. The shit they are trying to teach doesn't interest him and that makes Eddie fucking struggle.
He's bouncy and hyperactive. He probably has terrible tunnel vision when he gets into a book or movie or campaign. Dating has thus far not been interesting enough especially combined with how he's treated by the people in Hawkins.
So, yeah- he flirts and teases. He thinks it's harmless fun. With Chrissy, it was a way to make her feel safe and lighten the mood. With Steve, it's a way to disarm him. It's King Steve afterall. Why not play up the metalhead freak persona. Let him think he's weird.
It isn't until Steve starts flirting back and gives Eddie butterflies that Eddie realizes this is not heterosexual behavior. And he knows a lot about that because he was accidentally flagging for a whole goddamn year. Because he wanted to look metal as fuck and thought the bandana was badass.
Steve calls Eddie princess. Calls him pretty boy. Throws in a babe. Everytime Eddie refers to him as big boy or Stevie, Steve just smirks and comes up with a new pet name that wrecks Eddie (who has no idea what is fucking going on). Throw in the boys getting high together with no inhibitions and Steve actively trying to romance him and Eddie's in a full blown sexuality crisis.
best part: Steve thinks Eddie is gay because of the bandana that he wore all year. Add in all the flirting and then Steve's really putting the moves on totally clueless Eddie. And say what you want about Steve, but he has game. I can just imagine Eddie trying to frantically figure out why all of the sudden he wants to make out with Steve "the hair" Harrington and Steve's like...aren't you gay?
(if anyone knows of steddie fics anything like this, please rec them!)
#clueless eddie#steddie#i love eddie having the crisis/awakening and steve being the one already aware#it's a nice flip of the usual narrative
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Howdy! Can I request yuuji + please don't ask if I'd still love you if you turned into a zombie👀
SILLY QUESTIONS — yūji itadori
pairing: yūji itadori x fem!reader.
warnings/content: yūji is too sweet. movie nights. established relationship. let's just ignore that I literally invented a plot just for this fic.
wc: 1.4k.
requested: yes, by anon.
a/n: I love yūji with all my heart i swear. he's such a sweetheart. hope you'll enjoy this!
prompt: "please don't ask if I'd still love you if you turned into a zombie"
You entered the convenience store with Yūji, an obligatory stop before going back to jujutsu high to start your usual movie night.
"What do you want to buy?" he asked as you navigated the little shop, which you both knew like the back of your hand since you went there once a week.
"It's your turn to choose," you reminded him, squeezing his hand slightly. "I already did twice in a row"
It was some kind of unspoken agreement, one chose the film and the other the snacks. Yūji didn't really care as long as he could cuddle with you and hold you close, so he often let you choose both. After all, he liked nearly every kind of food and drink, so he could easily go along with anything you chose.
"I'm already choosing the film," he stopped in front of the snack section and turned his gaze on you, smiling softly. "I don't mind if you pick the food once again"
You shook your head in disagreement. He sighed, knowing that even if he insisted he couldn't change your mind, and looked at all the snacks he could choose. There were a few interesting options he wanted to try, but then his eyes landed on your favourite and, knowing how much you loved it, he grabbed the package without hesitating.
"No, not that one" you said with a frown on your face. It seemed stupid on the outside, but for once you wanted him to be a little selfish, even for a silly thing like choosing what to eat.
"What? You said I could choose" he argued back immediately.
"You think I'm stupid? I won't let you choose my favourite" he didn't really think he could get away with it that easily, but trying never hurt anyone.
"I didn't even know it was your favourite. I truly want this one, I swear" he knew the lie wasn't that convincing, even more when you raised your eyebrows and looked at him skeptical. "...please?"
You sighed and reluctantly nodded. This was one of the things about him that you both loved and hated. He always put everyone else's needs and lives in front of his own, which was okay, but he was too often totally selfless.
Once you grabbed your drinks too, chocolate milk for Yūji and normal milk for you, you went to the checkout, where the old lady who ran this store was waiting for you two. She was smiling as always and greeted you both like you were her beloved grandchildren.
Yūji insisted on paying, just like every other day, but for once you convinced him to let you do it.
[...]
You emerged through the door to Yūji's room, already in your pyjama, which consisted of an old pair of sweatpants and one of your boyfriend's hoodies, ready to finally start your movie night.
Yūji was waiting for you, laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly on his phone, which he immediately put away once he saw you.
"So, what are we watching tonight?" you asked, laying beside him. You moved a bit, trying to find the comfiest position. You happened to find it when you hugged Yūji, your head using his shoulder as a pillow, with one of your legs on his hip and the other tangled with his.
"Apocalypse. I already watched it like five times, but it's really good" you hummed in response. You didn't really like the same genre of films, but he never whined about your choices. Actually, you didn't really care about the film as long as you got to spend some time alone with him.
He started the film, then he adjusted himself to be comfortable as well. One of his arms circled you and his hand started to draw imaginary lines up and down your back, while the other one grabbed your leg that was resting on him, putting it higher on his body so that he could rest his hand on your thigh.
[...]
The film was... interesting.
Not your genre at all. But you loved seeing Yūji so excited about it. He definitely saw it more than five times, he knew most of the lines by heart, making you chuckle every time he talked with the characters on the screen.
Now you were still laying in bed all cuddled, you chose another film to put on, but neither of you were watching it. You both were too engrossed in softly caressing each other, sharing sweet pecks and laughing at your silly inside jokes.
"Okay, I need to ask you something. And so you know, I'm totally serious about it" you said, moving your head so that you could properly look at him, suddenly becoming really serious. He looked back at you, a bit confused by your sudden mood change. Then it all came to his mind.
"Please don't ask me if I'd still love you if you turned into a zombie." he sighed.
"But would you?" you responded immediately. At this point it was a matter of life and death to you.
"You already asked me if I would still love you if you turned into a worm," he initiated, "And I explained to you that it was possible, just like in human earthworm four, but really difficult. I mean you saw the film, so you know"
He was avoiding the question, he hoped you wouldn't notice, but you surely did as all you did was narrow your eyes, still waiting for his response. He sighed once again.
"Listen, I saw this film where the two protagonists were in love during an apocalypse. At first everything was alright, as much as it can be during a time like that, but then the girlfriend got bit. She wanted him to kill her before she turned into a zombie, but he didn't want to. He wanted to pass her last moments together. So they made a pact: immediately after she turned into a zombie, he had to kill her. But once she turned, he didn't have the courage to do it because he loved her too much. So he decided to take her with him all the time, even if she was a zombie. For obvious reasons, it didn't work out and she ate his brain," you remember him telling you about this film and how heartbreaking it was for him, but you didn't stop him as he talked, just to see where he wanted to get. "So it actually doesn't matter if I would still love you or not, all you would do is try to eat me and turn me into a zombie too"
"I get it, don't worry. You wouldn't love me, but it's okay Yūji." you said, pretending to be really hurt just to play with him a bit. You turned, facing the other side of the room, and wiggled your way to put space between your bodies.
Yūji looked like a kicked puppy, obviously he would still love you, he always did and will always do, but maintaining a relationship with a zombie just wasn't realistically possible.
He circled your body with his arms, pressing his chest into your back, and pressed a gentle kiss on your neck before he sighed again. You bit your cheeks, trying to fight a smile and maintain your hurt expression.
"I would still love you anyway, you know. Even if you turned into a cloud or into a blade of grass. You would always be my love" he confessed, making you almost cry at his sweet and caring words.
"We would make the cutest zombie couple." you stated, closing your eyes as you were finally ready to sleep in the arms of your sweet love. He let out an airy laugh.
"Yeah, you're right" he whispered, following your actions as you drifted off into a deep slumber, where Yūji was about to follow you.
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My Little Saesang (Part 2)
chubby reader x idol jungkook
Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. He took her comforting presence, her kind eyes, hair disheveled in excitement, and wide smile for granted. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much. When exactly did she become such a constant in his life?
Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction
Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut
Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.
Jungkook POV
It took me about two weeks, but I did start to notice her absence. I never got her real name. But I and all the other members christened her with the moniker of strawberry shortcake, for how tiny and chubby she was, and also how flushed her entire face and neck become as she jumped up and down to our songs. We called her berry or SS for short. The few fans we had from the beginning, we either knew their actual names or had little nicknames to commemorate them.
She was a fan of the entire group, but I knew I was her bias, and so did the other members. It was obvious, the way she left tiny gifts wrapped in gold and red ( as though it were perpetually christmas year round for her) addressed towards me. She even took fancams of me, her eyes furtively moving along my body , gasping when she caught sight of my abs over the years. I wouldn't deny that sometimes I played up my antics for the camera just so I could catch her mouth wide open in an "O" petrified in shock as she bopped her head up and down manically.
Berry was not there. And it was starting to really bother me. It shouldn't in fact. She shouldn't matter that much to me. Yet, I always had her in my corner since debut. I always had her eyes on me, watching over me. It felt comforting even though she had gotten a little too close for comfort twice or thrice by accosting me with gifts on sets of music video shoots or backstage. Her specialty was with desserts. She would always leave me coffee infused brownies and tres leche cake towards the end of the year right in front of the HYBE building, addressed to me specifically with a cheery little note wishing me for christmas and new years.
And now I was staring at the entire crowd at MusicBank, surveying the area to see her familiar face. She was usually in the first row, bopping her light stick in an erratic manner, mouthing the lyrics to the song, staring at me with excited eyes that lit up with glee. The girl really didn't seem to love material things, because she would always wear the same red beanie and pearl earrings I had been seeing for the past 5 years. Her clothes were always a nondescript black or brown shade, pants and a sweater. She never really donned feminine clothes in all the years I had noticed her.
As I looked for her, I could only find her associate, the ARMY who always stuck by her, who we had named Specs. The tall, lithe limbed girl glared at me. It felt like she was piercing daggers through my skull as she squinted though her black thick framed glasses. She had always had a smile on her face, and now she looked so angry. Yoongi always had a tiny crush on her. She had supported him for ages, even paying for his meals many times when he was still a trainee. Why was she so indignant?
Before I could start questioning all of this even further, Yoongi came up to me with a hand on my shoulder, noticing Specs, "How is my baby doing? And why the hell is she glaring at you like you murdered her first born child? Did you do anything to her?", he questioned in a worried tone of voice. I answered back, "Of course not. I don't really interact with fans that personally. You know that hyung".
He continued quizzically, raising one eye brow up, "Where is berry? My baby Specs is alone today? You really must've done something to fuck things up. She isn't even looking at me. Totally ignoring me. The hell, she usually smiles softly at me and today she looks like somebody pissed on her breakfast. What gives"?
I had no idea what was going on. Our loyal fans for years, people who we didn't necessarily consider saesangs, but just sort of obsessive in their devotion, were either not present or ignoring us. What the hell was becoming of this fandom?!!!!
That's when I saw Berry push through the crowd. And I was so shook, that an earthquake could've come through and swallowed me up and I wouldn't have cared. Berry was dressed in a peach colored floral fit and flare dress with her customary pearls in her ears and what looked like heels on. The only way I knew was that she looked taller than usual. She had a floral ribbon in her hair, lip gloss on, eye make up on point. What the hell was she up to all of a sudden?
Her hair was streaming down her back in waves, loosened from the customary ponytail I saw all the time. She hugged Specs and a few other armies who I noticed she always had around with her. She kissed another army in a wheelchair on the cheek, plopping a pastry box in her hands and wrapping her neck with a scarf. With the deadest look in her eyes, lifeless and devoid of the usual pretty sparkle, she stared at me, as though it were some sort of messed up farewell. WTF??!!! Why did this feel like a good bye? She just looked so done.
She didn't smile at me or any of the members. She gave her light stick to another baby Army in 3rd row, she looked back once wistfully, and left the place through the door.
Where the fuck was she going?!!!?!
After the performance, dreading the fact that Berry left right in the beginning (something she had never done even once in the past years) , I walked up to Specs in the front row. The gangly girl looked super shocked to see me right up in front of her. I squeaked out in mild panic, "Where is your friend? She looked all dressed up and cute today. Does she have plans or something?"
The initial shock wore off on Specs face as something akin to irritation filtered through, "She has a date today , with a coworker I believe. That's why she is dressed up. But you don't need to know that. Today was her official last day as active super fan. She is still a fan, but she's decided to convert from offline to online fan. That's it". Specs said all this with a finality that started freaking me out. I stuttered, "SS-S-S-S-he became an online fan. Meaning, she won't show up in person to our events anymore"?
Specs muttered derisively, "Do you not understand anything I just said. Korean is your first language right? I just told you she is done being such an avid fan". She snorted, looking tired with a distant glaze in her eyes , "Maybe even I should stop. I am getting too old for this shit. My mom keeps telling me to get married, and here I am attending all this stuff, obsessing over millionaires who have more money than I ever could in my life. I am becoming an old fucking lady and I don't even have a husband or family of my own. I guess all of us older armies might need to redirect our lives back towards ourselves".
She stomped away after that remark. Yoongi ran up to me as I walked back stage. He inquired , "Is Specs still there? I was going to ask her for her number".
I grumbled out with my hands on my head, "She left hyung. So did berry, a while ago. I think we are losing our OG fans. Berry never left me once in the last few years. Even when we became so famous in the US, she never stopped attending my events, even some of the big ones in the US. What went so wrong that she is quitting?"
Yoongi choked in confusion, "You mean to tell me that both Specs and Berry are quitting. They ain't even that old, maybe late 20s. Oh no, fuck!!! My baby, Specs, I never told her how much she meant to me. What did she say?" Yoongi, shook my arm hard, trying to squeeze answer out at me. "She said that she is becoming too old for this and maybe she should get married soon, because her mother is pressuring her".
Yoongi's eyes popped wide open, panic and fear evident in his eyes, squeaking, "WTFFFFF. Since when did they give up on us like this? I can't let Specs go. She has been with me before I was famous , looking like a homeless dude, and even now. I have to get her back!!!! The fuck, I need to talk to the ARMY fanclub president for her contact". He scurried off in anxiety, leaving me back to stew in sadness. What had I done so wrong for Berry to leave me after so many years? Something must've ticked her off. Shit, the chocolate. It all hit me in a frenzy. It was the Godiva chocolate. That limited edition Christmas chocolate she had left for me that day on set.
It had been one of the hardest days in my schedule, and just seeing her face had made it all better. But the irritation had gotten to me, and in my anger at being hangry on a diet, I had thrown the chocolate in the trash. Oh no. Wait. A dreadful thought entered my head. What if she thought, that it was my rejection of her support and love as a fan? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She probably thought I hated her or something when it was just a bad day.
What bothered me even more, was that she had skipped my event to attend a date. A date with a guy who was not me. This thought filtered through my head, and I froze. Why did it aggravate me so much that she was on a date with another dude? Then I imagined her soft eyes, gleaming with love as she stared at another guy, kissed him on the cheek, sharing a chocolate cake with him and partaking in a chocolate-fililed kiss on the lips.
I felt like literally crying. I don't know why I did. But, I just did. I had to find her no matter what and I had to do it fast, before she gave up on me.
Y/N POV
The date had been fine. Jung-shik had been a cute guy, all brown curls , shy smiles and blushes. He was one of the art managers at KBS who I had met at the bakery. We talked about work, music, and art, eating cheese cake at a cake cafe. He had been a true gentleman, asking me what I wanted to have and opening the door for me, even going so far as to drop me near the bus station.
I sat at the bus station, waiting for my ride back at him when I saw a billboard of the sexy man himself, Jungkook. I could never escape this guy it seemed, even in death. I had felt his stare at me and Kim Hee today. It was odd, he never stared at individual fans like. He did that with particularly beautiful Armys---total models and divas I tell you. But, never with me. Even Yoongi stared at Kim Hee like they had three kids together, like she was coming home with him, like she was married to him---as much as that girl liked to deny it.
I never felt him even acknowledge me, with a glance, till today. I could feel the smoldering presence digging into my skin. Probably cause I dressed up for once today. As I was about to get on the bus that had pulled in, I saw a flash of black fluffy hair.
Before I could get on the bus, a strong sturdy vascular hand encircled my wrist, stopping me from getting on. Looking up at this man's face, I realized who it was. Doe eyes pierced into my face with a cutting glare, a sneer on his face, chewed up lips contorting in anger and ......something that felt like envy, "Who the hell did you go on a date with Berry? You better not be giving my chocolates away to anyone else".
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Eye for an Eye Pt.4
MASTERLIST (and information about Palestine) Please read!
SYNOPSIS: Your body yearned for the touch of your girlfriend, the warm embrace that calmed your mind but you couldn't give in, the anger you harboured for her at disappearing with her group for three months without any warning, explanation or even a mention of when she would be back stopped you in your tracks any time you got close to giving in. You loved Abby so much but looking at her made you sick, you couldn't push the feelings down no matter how much you craved for things to go back to what they once were. You hadn't planned this but the anguish in those green eyes mirrored yours and sucked you in before you could think twice about the repercussions of your actions. You made your bed when you made the deal with the auburn-haired stranger, eventually you'd have to lie in it.
I want to quickly stress that this is a darker fic and there will be a lot of darker, possibly triggering themes to do with mental health throughout so take that as a warning. I likely won't do warnings for each part because part of this fic for me is that you don't know what's going to happen until you read it so please do not read if you find graphic descriptions of mental illness and topics surrounding that triggering. But if you do read, thank you so much, this story is really important to me and I appreciate any interaction whatsoever!
Had this in my drafts and wasn’t gonna post until i finished chap 21 of friends?never but @moonspowder is holding their breath so had to get a move along 🤗
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You waited for Abby to fall asleep, it didn’t take long, she was clearly exhausted from the day of crying and grieving her beloved friends. You watched her sleep for a little while, imagining what it would look like when she wouldn’t wake again but you dragged yourself away to pack your backpack ready to go back to Ellie. You grimaced at the thought of seeing Ellie again, after your dramatic exit earlier you were sure you wouldn’t get a warm greeting but you didn’t care either way. You were going to make sure Nora died, not to see her.
The walk there was tranquil, you heard a few screeches here and there but that was normal, it didn’t bother you, you had managed to sneak into the weapon armoury as its never got someone working it overnight and you were quite adept at picking locks so the added weight of your weapons and ammunition in your backpack acted as an anchor, comforting you and keeping you on this plane of existence instead of floating away into your mind like you had been all day. You had a rifle over your shoulder and Ellie’s switchblade in your hand, every time you looked down at it you smiled at the memory of pointing her own knife at her as you left earlier, it felt like you were mocking her and you liked it.
You practically skipped up the steps of the fire escape, bounding in through the window gracefully and sauntering through to the stage where she was already sitting on one of the chairs in the front row waiting for you. You smirked at her as you made your way towards her where she scowled at you.
“You’re a fucking bitch you know that?” She spat.
“Well that’s not very nice.”
“I specifically asked you not to tell Jesse and you tell him at the first opportunity. What the fuck was that for?”
“Payback.” She rolls her eyes and stands, holding out her hand, you look at her puzzled until you remember the switchblade still firmly planted in your palm. You fold it back together and place it in your back pocket as you smile.
“You’re being weird, what’s wrong with you?”
“You don’t know what’s weird and what isn’t with me Ellie, you don’t know me so stop acting like you do ‘kay?” That didn’t help, stop being so defensive. She was right, this wasn’t you but if you had been you, you would’ve let her kill you before you agreed to hurt Abby, but you’re not you, and that’s the point. “I didn’t come here to chat so are you ready?”
“Yep.” You turn on your heel and start walking back towards the window.
“Jesse not joining us?”
“No, he needs to rest his ankle and he’s not the biggest fan of you so it was best he stayed.”
“Can’t imagine why he doesn’t like me.” You flash a coy grin over your shoulder and Ellie chuckles before she can even think to hold it in which makes her scowl in your direction even more. As you bend over to crawl through the window you feel Ellie’s fingers brush against your ass before a hand comes up and grabs your hip, holding you in place. You squirm and curse at her as her free hand dives into your pocket and retrieves her switchblade. You glare at her over your shoulder, and she sticks her tongue out at you. Childish. Even the subtle blush of her cheeks angered you as you made your way down the fire escape, her following closely behind.
As you trailed along the dark paths of Seattle towards the park you planned to cut through, you wondered what could have happened if you had met Ellie before, under better circumstances. You know if you had met her before you had been ruined, darkened by the torment of love and hatred, you would have liked her, found her charming. Anything that you would’ve liked about her only drove you further from her, the thought of getting close to someone again, feeling for someone again, it made your blood run cold. You’d do whatever you had to do to keep your distance until everything was over.
You reach a dead end that has you huffing as you notice the double doors slightly ajar to your right. “Fuck’s sake.” You mutter to yourself as Ellie comes to stand next to you.
“What?”
“Was hoping we wouldn’t have to cut through any buildings, but I guess I was wrong.”
“No hold on a minute, if you can get me to the top of the wall I can pull you up.” You quirk an eyebrow at her, challenging her declaration, it wasn’t that you didn’t think she was strong, it was just a very high wall, it seemed like a long shot.
“Well worth a try because these buildings are crawling with infected typically.” She nods and you walk to the wall, pressing your back against it and cupping your hands together.
“You ready?” She checks as she puts her foot into your hands.
“As I’ll ever be.” You nod and in sync she jumps up as you boost her and somehow she actually manages to grasp onto the top edge and pull herself up. It was impressive to watch, you hadn’t met anyone as adept as Abby until you met her. She lowers herself down and reaches an arm out to you.
“Just jump and grab my hand and then don’t fucking let go okay?”
“Yeah I got it.” You take a breath and leap as high as you can, the second you feel your hand in hers, you breathe a sigh of relief, she starts slowly pulling you up and the second you can you grab onto the ledge to help her for the last bit. Once you’re both over the wall she stands with her hands on her hips and a smug look on her face. “I swear if you say I told you so.”
“I wasn’t gonna say a thing, you said it for me.” She smiles and you continue walking without looking to see if she followed but you know she has from the faint patter of her footsteps.
The entrance to the park comes into view at the same time that you hear a high-pitched whistling. “The fuck is that?” Ellie whispers.
“Scars. We’ll take it slow and just try and sneak around them okay, keep your head down and stay quiet.”
“Yes ma’am.” You glare at her before creeping forward, this time checking she’s following. The whistles grew louder as you moved deeper into the forest until you heard a blood-curling scream, followed by begs and pleads from another WLF soldier. “What the fuck.” Ellie whispers next to you as you both see the soldiers strung up from trees, one with his organs dangling from his body and the other flailing about desperately as he screams and tries to bargain for his life. “Do you know them?”
“Yeah I know the one they haven’t cut open yet. Daniel.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t be, I’m not.” She scoffs in disbelief at your bluntness as you keep moving until you hear the swish of an arrow cutting through air and the fleshy squelch of it landing in a body. You turn to see Ellie lying on the floor grunting as she yanks at the arrow. You immediately spot the scar heading straight for you and you lunge at her, digging your knife into her neck and yanking it out, her blood splattering over you, painting you skin red. Just more blood on your hands. It will all be over soon. You return to Ellie and kneel beside her. “Hey, hey, let me do it.” She nods and as you snap the arrow so you can pull it out easier, she gasps and squeezes your arm as she clamps her eyes shut. Her hand burns your skin, you needed to get this done quickly.
“You better be right-handed.” You say trying to lighten the mood as you yank the arrow from her left shoulder, she whimpers slightly but as soon as it’s out, she breathes a sigh of relief.
“Yeah I’m right-handed.” She watches as you pull your backpack off and retrieve a bandage from the front pocket. “You came prepared.”
“I was actually planning to leave this time so yeah I did. Take your shirt off.”
“Wh- why?”
“So I can wrap this bandage around it. I’m not tryna cop a feel, relax. Just take your arm out of the shirt.”
“Right.” She winces as she pulls her left arm from the shirt and you press the end of the bandage to the seeping wound before grabbing her hand and pressing it onto the hole firmly. You wrap the bandage round her shoulder and under her armpit as tight as you can before ripping it and tying it off then helping her back into her shirt.
“You okay?”
“Yeah but we need to keep moving.” You help her up and begin sprinting towards the exit of the park until you’re no longer surrounded by foliage, instead comforted by the urban forest that you found a lot easier to navigate.
“See through those two buildings there, that’s the hospital. We’re not that far away now.” You were half telling yourself that and half telling her. It’s not like it would get easier the closer you got to the hospital, but the closer you got, the closer Nora was to meeting her demise. That’s why you were here. To make sure she died, that’s it.
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The sound of ‘it was a good day’ by Ice Cube rang through the halls, one of yours and Abby’s favourite’s. You thought it was ironic, that particular song playing while Nora gets slaughtered, poetic almost. “There’s a door on the other side of the room, I’m gonna go round and make sure she can’t run through there. Just wait a couple minutes before you go in, yeah?”
“You’re not coming in with me?” And let Nora blow yours and Abby’s relationship wide open? No, you were not going in there.
“No, I’m gonna make sure no one comes and finds us. Why? You want a little company?”
“You made your point.”
“Make it hurt.” You mutter before walking off round the corner to go find the door. The song ringing through your ears causing a slideshow of memories with Abby to flash through your mind, you shake them away as the door comes into view, you press your ear to the door and as you hear Ellie’s voice inside you get to work barricading the door, you slam yourself into the large metal cabinet to scrape it across the floor until it’s firmly in front of the door. You moved slowly to make as little noise as possible, the music covering your plight well. You go back to pressing your ear against the door just as you hear Ellie’s disgruntled voice.
“You fucking cunt- Agh!” A crash and then the handle shaking violently as Nora tries to make her escape, you can’t stop yourself from popping up in the glass pane of the door and smiling with a little wave and tilt of your head. She whispers your name as her face screws up before you disappear from the glass again leaving her and Ellie alone. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, you barely felt human anymore, it’s her fault, it’s their fault, it’s your own fault too but you’d fix that soon enough. You appear at the other door and glance through the window. Nora’s on the floor, unmoving as Ellie stands over her with a large metal pipe in her hand, the end dripping with crimson. You notice the tremor of the pipe, the rigid stance of Ellie as she stands over Nora, and then she thrashes the pipe down onto her, again and again. Was this what Ellie had witnessed when she found you at Hillcrest? You needed to get moving so you enter the room quietly and as she lifts the pipe again you grab it and yank it out of her hand. She spins to face you and you feel like she might kill you there and then for stopping her. “You got her. We gotta go.” She nods and lets you lead her out of the room, and out of the hospital into the cool night air. She doesn’t speak, she doesn’t move without a nudge from you, she doesn’t notice when a runner creeps up on her from behind until you’re ripping it off of her, throwing it to the ground and stomping its head into the cement underneath you. If you don’t sort her out soon, she’d get you both killed so you drag her into a nearby house, sitting her down on the sofa before checking it’s clear and securing the doors and windows then returning to her. “Ellie, I need you to focus. We need to get back to the theatre, so I need you to focus.”
“I- I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why?”
“I should’ve just killed her. I’m as bad as them. I made it hurt.” She looked up at you and suddenly that familiar feeling you thought you were free from comes rushing back like it had never left. Guilt was crushing, it was worse than any physical pain you could ever describe. Your whole body ached and twinged as every nerve felt like it was on fire. You crouched down to make her look at you, attempting to distract yourself from your own inner turmoil with hers.
“Ellie, look at me.” Her eyes flick up to yours as you cup her cheeks with your hands. “She fucking deserved it, they all deserve it. You’re gonna do this and you’re gonna go back home and forget about this place and everything in it. You’re gonna go be happy with your girlfriend and your friends and you’re gonna move on but you have to make it out of here alive first, so I need you to focus.” She doesn’t say anything, she just mirrors your own hands as she cups your cheeks, your skin burns.
“I don’t know how to be happy anymore, I don’t think I can go back to the life I had before all of this.” She leans in and your eyes widen as you put a hand on her chest.
“Ellie, don’t do this to yourself. Dina is what you need.”
“I don’t know how to be what she needs.” She leans in again and you can’t shake the feeling you’re taking advantage of her, she’s vulnerable, she’s grieving, you can’t do this.
“Ellie, you don’t want this. You’re confused, this would be a mistake that you’ll regret every day. Think about Dina.”
“She doesn’t look at me the same anymore, Jesse doesn’t other, they don’t get it. You do. Please, I know what I need, I need this. I need to feel real, like I’m not just a heartless killer, I know you understand that.” Fuck, she’s right. You know it’s wrong, everything’s wrong, she’s not Abby but in your eyes, Abby isn’t Abby anymore. She changed and she changed you with her. Why did cheating feel so wrong when you were fantasising and planning on killing her? Why did you feel bad for a girl you hadn’t even seen? Everything you were doing was driving you further into that bottomless black pit that you’d never escape from. It was pointless trying to fight the darkness slowly squeezing the life out of you, so why are you still trying? It would all go away soon so why fight it? You started all of this because the hurt they had enacted on you caused a large gaping abscess to form where your heart used to be but now, now you had lost control, blinded by your rage, by your bloodlust. She was right, you needed to feel real, just once more before it all ends, before everything catches up to you, it would sooner or later, catch up to you. You just needed to feel real.
You sighed and looked into her eyes before nodding gently and leaning towards her, closing the already small gap between you both. Your lips pressed together, cautiously at first, her hands moving down to your hips and squeezing tentatively. This wasn’t right, you half expected to see a monster looking back at you next time you looked in a mirror, how could a broken heart do this much damage? Were you overreacting? Were you like this all along and Abby just gave you an excuse to show your true colours? You just needed comfort, affection, from someone who hadn’t set your heart on fire and stomped it into the ground. You just needed some comfort.
Ellie sucked your tongue into her mouth as you straddled her hips, desperation seeping through your pores as you latched onto her hair and yanked her head back to give you access to her neck, you pecked at the skin just below her ear and as you went to suck you had to stop yourself, you couldn’t leave any traces of your evil on her pale skin. Her hands squeezed at your thighs as she nudged your cheek with her nose to get you to face her once again. The air was dense, it was clogging your throat, any time you pulled away you felt like the air was sucked out of you and your body was being crushed. You couldn’t take it, you couldn’t understand how it made you feel so much more immoral than anything you had done over the past few days, yet it still made you feel alive for the first time in months.
Ellie could barely think, barely function, all she could focus on was your lips on hers as her hands roamed your body. Any time Dina would pop into her mind she’d just press herself further into you, it blocked everything else out. How could she go back to her normal life, after everything, after you? She knew you didn’t feel the same way, she could tell, this was just a necessity to you, a distraction, but to her, it was everything, it was like you were letting her be the version of her that rose from the ashes of Joel’s death, not trapping her in a cage of who she used to be.
“I’m sorry Ellie, I’m so, so sorry.” Your voice was cracking and trembling as you spoke but when you opened your eyes to see hers still closed, no reaction to what you had said, the panic set in. Not again. “I’m sorry Ellie, please hear me, I’m sorry, I’ve ruined you too. I’m sorry.” You were practically screaming as tears rolled down your cheeks. This time her eyes snapped open again but they were only filled with lust, something else that you couldn’t decipher but you didn’t want to.
“I needed this too, thank you.” She breathed out and your stomach churned, your hand immediately going to your cheek to feel that it was completely dry, you heaved at the feeling and jumped off of her, you’ve lost it, you’re barely connected to your body anymore, some outside force controlling it.
Her eyes went glassy as her jaw dropped open slightly at your sudden change in demeanour. “Did I do something wrong?” Her voice was small, shameful as she averted her eyes from your manic ones.
“No I- I heard something, we need to move, we’re too close to the hospital.”
“Oh... okay.” She looked like a beaten puppy as she stood and grabbed her backpack, wincing at the pain in her shoulder. You tore your eyes away from her to look out the window and make sure it was safe to leave before turning back to her and taking in her features, her hair messy and tangled, her cheeks blushed, and her lips parted as her chest rose and fell heavily. You stared as she stared back until you took a breath and went to reach for the doorhandle, but it wasn’t there. Instead, your fingers found the bottom of the window that you had left ajar upon your exit of the theatre. You snapped your head towards it and screeched as you yanked it upwards and threw yourself through the opening. You turned back and you felt your body go cold as Abby was standing behind you, climbing through the window with eyes so dark you thought they were black. The blue was no longer there, replaced by inky darkness that matched the background, the theatre seeping away from your vision and leaving only you and her. You screamed and cried as she inched closer to you, you tried to scramble away but she snatched your ankle back towards her and climbed on top of you, squeezing your chin as her eyes stared into your soul and sucked it out of you. Your whole body tingled before going numb as a single tear rolled down your cheek at the sick grin that twisted her lips upwards mocked you.
“Hey, come on, wake up, fuck please wake up, what the fuck?” Ellie’s voice boomed through your head, light blinded you as you used every ounce of strength in you to open your eyes only to come face to face with Ellie peering over you. “What the fuck was that? You just passed out as you went through the window.”
“S-sorry, I- I dunno what happened.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I mean I don’t fucking know.” You could never tell her what you had seen, what was happening to you, you couldn’t even begin to verbalise it. You sat up and surveyed your surroundings, you were at the theatre, you had blacked out for at least an hour, best case. You needed to fix this, you needed to get home before Abby wakes up.
“Are you okay? Let me help you up.” She goes to lift you up but you smack her hands away, you didn’t know why you were agitated but you were, you needed her not to touch you or look at you or breathe near you because your skin was itching and you felt like you were a bomb seconds away from exploding.
“I got it, I’m fine, okay? I’m probably just over-tired.” You walk away from her and disappear through the curtains as she follows you down to the chairs where you dropped your backpack and began pacing. She sat beside the backpack and pulled her arm out of her grey t-shirt once again to look at the bandages that were now stained red and leaking onto the hand she pressed on the wound.
“I don’t suppose you’ve got anymore bandages you wouldn’t mind sharing.”
“Yeah, front pocket of my backpack.” You would’ve got them for her but you couldn’t stand still right now, you needed to keep moving as you begged for the memory of the journey from the hospital to the theatre to return to you but there was not even a second of it you could remember.
Ellie watched you for a second before going to the front pocket of your backpack and routing around it. Her hands brushed over something thin and smooth, a piece of paper but not like the paper in her journal, like film almost. She knew she shouldn’t snoop but you didn’t seem like the type to share and she just wanted to know more about you so she flipped the polaroid over to look at the picture and the sight made bile rise to her throat as she clutched it and brought it closer to her face. You were completely unaware of her actions as your back was turned to her mostly but her eyes still flicked between you and the polaroid. “What the fuck is this?” She spat as she stood and stormed over to you.
“Hm?” You turned and immediately a polaroid fluttered at you, landing on the floor at your feet. Your hand shook as you picked it up and realised what she was talking about. The polaroid was of you and Abby, her kissing your cheek and you beaming at the camera, with ‘my love’ written in sharpie on the thick white border. “I- Ellie...” You whispered as you refused to look up at her.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?” Her hands thrust you backwards sending you stumbling as she reaches behind her jeans and yanks her pistol out, aiming it right at your heart. You don’t move, you don’t look away, you just stare back at her eyes that were fiery with rage as her lips sneered at you.
tags: @emiliabby @liasxeatt @kawaiibreadbouquet-blog @tphmnv@a-little-bit-of-everybody@chrry1ovr
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New world, New beginnings
I really really hope we have a flashback or nod of some kind to how they met. Or even getting their apartment together.
I made a small fic to go along with it, it's decently edited not the best I made it last night before heading to bed!
Arin should leave the bench. His parents would show up eventually to find him. Three months ago he got lost in a big supermarket, his parents arrived right after rush hour and most people were leaving.
Once he got the okay, he rushed over to the toy aisle. There were rows of plushies, off-brand action figures, and brick sets. He didn't care for anything other than the ninja.
The plushies, the low-quality mask, and the action figures with very bad paint on the low-quality molds. He reached up with all his might to grab a green ninja action figure. He looked to the back and beamed being greeted with a big green 7$ sticker.
He rushed back to meet his parents at the front of the store only to stop in the middle of the bigger aisle. He turned left, then another right only to end up near the clothing department. Tears bundled up in his eyes then rushed back to the toys aisle.
He only remembered a little but the one thing he remembered was what to do if he got lost. 'Stay where you are, so me and daddy can find you' and just like that he was found. His parents probably knew where he was already, but the memory and idea still comforted him.
"Don't think about being lost. Think about something else." He said to himself. The grass was pretty green. It was scattered around like puddles on a rainy day. It seemed like whatever happened transported him to a desert.
He knew about the desert far from Ninjago City but never traveled with his parents to see it. He stretched the fabric of the green ninja's mask, removed the light green fabric, and wrapped it around his forward like the ninjas' jungle gi's.
"Hey." Another voice called out "Hello!"
Arin perked up, he bounced off the bench and whirled around to look for the person calling out. They sounded young and confused like he was when the merge happened. Arin spun around twice before seeing her.
A girl in a white top and black pants and shoes was trudging through the sand. Her hair was styled into twin buns like many girls in his school and colored pink he'd only seen for crayons.
Arin slipped the hood over his head and rushed over to greet her. "Hi!" he yelled halfway.
This time the girl perked up, relief washed over her face when she saw Arin. She stumbled over to greet him in the middle. She halted however once she came near a grassy patch.
"Hi," Arin exclaimed somewhat out of breath "I'm Arin."
"I'm..." the girl trailed off for a moment, she was ready to speak before letting a small wince of the pain out instead. "I'm a little hurt. I twist my ankle while running."
Arin took her hand and helped her back to the bench.
"What were you running from? A monster?" Asked arin
"No. I was just running for fun."
"Fun?"
"Yeah. At first, I was running to get away. Then I started running because it was nice, the wind felt nice.” The girl smiled, “ My name’s Sora.”
#ninjago#rans art#ninjago arin#ninjago sora#ninjago dragons rising#they were just the cuest kids who deserve better
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— lecture. ( don hume x reader )
a.n. sorry for the long wait for a fic from me. english and nursing class have been kicking my ass!! please enjoy this fic, the plot is inspired by parts of the book and this ask :)
contains. swearing, fem!reader
coach ulbrickson’s fake races were killing don. the boys were finally organized into decent working boats, and he made sure of it. working them for hours with races or practices, making sure they met his standards. don’s boat relied on him the most, as he created the pace and kept them somewhat stable. it was also a curse, creating the new pace and fighting against the speed of the old one; wearing don down like some type of machine.
he did it with no complaint, still rowing and racing with ease. but it came back to taunt him once he laid in bed and struggled to wake up in the morning.
not only were his teammates aware of it, his table partner in his class was also.
y/n sat beside him in their chemistry class, not one she’d advise anyone to sleep in. she noticed twice now that he dosed off, but never said anything or disturbed him; as he never talked to her or disturbed her. she didn’t mind him though, she doubted that he’d ever disturb her.
don was always quiet and calm, so spending the hour of lecture or experiments beside him was something she preferred over her other classes. however, she didn’t know much about him other than his olympic level skill on the rowing team. but y/n knew about his talent, and how valuable he was to the team. she had sat nearby him and his teammates in the study hall, yet her and her friends always had to move because they slowly got louder. they always had something to say about don’s skill.
y/n was not the only one picking up on things about the table partner. don noticed many things about y/n also, he always noticed her. he was frequently too nervous to say anything to her, though she was probably one of the easiest people to talk to. she was well known around school, just because of her social skills, smarts, and kindness. don felt lucky to sit beside her, even if it sounded strange to say. he was just scared that one wrong thing would ruin the calm be had beside her, even if they never really spoke to one another.
another day, another chemistry class. don made his way in before y/n, like normal. he waited to hear her laughter as she walked in alongside her friend, only parting to go to her seat. he glanced at the door, then his watch. as if she was following a routine, don heard y/n’s familiar laugh and goodbye to her friend as she scooted past people to sit beside don.
“good morning.” she greeted like usual, flashing him a smile. “morning.” he replied, giving her a small one. don acted like his ears weren’t red, and y/n didn’t dare to say anything. she looked down at her notebook with a small smile, waiting for the professor to start lecturing.
once he did, don fought sleep to take notes shown on the board or whatever he heard the professor say that seemed important. it was like his muscles and eyes fought against him. the lights off, dim projector light, and comfort of the calmness between him and y/n; don was set to fall asleep.
once he did, he was out.
somehow his breathing was as silent as he normally was. y/n noticed this once when she took notes for him.
like she had before, y/n grabbed his notebook and read where he was at, adding her own notes while the teacher continued to ramble on. she understood don’s exhaustion, so she didn’t mind writing some for him. she matched his notes to hers and made sure to neatly write so he could read what she wrote for him.
don woke, face flushed when he realized he fell asleep. y/n noticed and slid over his notebook with a small smile, continuing to take her notes while he blinked at the notebook in front of him. don glanced at her and started writing more notes, embarrassed at how messy his handwriting seemed in comparison to hers. “thank you.” he whispered, making her blush and smile at him. “anytime.” she replied.
the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by him, and it didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates.
“don, what the hell happened to your handwriting?” bobby asked, making chuck lean over to look at the nicely written handwriting, semi cursive. they looked at him, along with some of the other boys.
don turned red, “i fell asleep. y/n took my notes and wrote what i missed down.” he explained, you could hear the glee in his voice yet he didn’t smile; he didn’t want to create chaos.
the boys looked at him shocked, y/n, the popular and smart girl of don’s class noticed him. “how long has she been doing this?” bobby asked, leaning over to look more at the papers. don paused his work and looked back, flipping a few times through the notes. “like four times.” he replied.
“don she’s got feelings for you. you have to ask her out.” john said. don sat there in silence, shaking his head. “no i’m good.” he replied, making them all groan and sigh. “well the girls next to me don’t take my notes for me while i’m asleep, they don’t even look at me. she’s into you.” rodger explained, getting up to leave.
“she’d be better with the football guys over there.” don said, turning and looking over to see y/n standing with her friends while they talked with a few of the guys on the football team. y/n glanced over and noticed them staring, she held eye contact with don and waved slightly. he nodded at her as his way of waving and they both looked away. bobby noticed the smile that lingered on her face, fixing her hair and talking less to the guys.
“you know you did play football, basketball, and ran track. you have those guys beat.” bobby informed, looking at don again. all don could do was brush him off, convinced the well known and social girl would go for the quiet and lesser known guy.
“you need to tell her you like her, or ask her out or something.” bobby continued, glancing at him and back at y/n, who moved away from a guy’s action to keep her close. her friends looked at her and she gave them a defensive look, “she’s reserved for someone, maybe you.” roger spoke, shocked at the beauty denying the guy.
“don’t get my hopes up.” don said monotonously, watching her in awe.
don stood in front of ulbrickson with chuck, jim, and george. he looked at a paper and looked up at them, “you boys need to get your grades up.” he started, pressing them into the importance of academics and being on the team, a lecture they heard before.
they couldn’t say much against his disappointment and slight irritation. don just watched and remained silent, something he was decent at but it irritated ulbrickson. “hume, you have to ace your final exam. fail it and we lose you- i cannot lose you. don’t grow an ego about that.” ulbrickson warned. don nodded, listening to his coach’s command.
“maybe get a tutor to help, or a study friend.” he weakly implied, desperate for don to keep up with his grades.
the implication or suggestion from ulbrickson fueled bobby’s ideas and demands that don had to ask y/n out. he found the pairing perfect, and he had talked to y/n before; she wouldn’t turn down helping don, regardless of how she felt about him.
when he could, bobby spoke on y/n, but never too much. it reached the point where they stood in front of y/n, don looking down at her quiet, while bobby stood beside him with a small smile. “am i being interrogated?” she asked, with a small nervous smile.
“don has a question that’s all, don’t ya don?” bobby quipped, nudging his friend. don nodded and hummed, “i need help studying for our final, i thought maybe we both could study together.” he explained, saying the most he’s ever said to y/n; ever.
y/n blinked and smiled, “i’d love to.” she answered softly, and don felt faint. “i thought i’d have to ask to see you myself, but i’m glad you did.” she teased. don blushed a bit, “you want to see me more?” he asked, adjusting his bracelet out of nerves. he wanted to disappear yet stay in the moment forever. y/n nodded at the question, “yeah, i think you’re cool.” she admitted. bobby was grinning now, don would never hear the end of it after this.
y/n could sense the slight awkwardness, “okay! so tomorrow let me know when you’re free. i’ll see you.” she bid her goodbyes with a smile and walked away, don could hear the flutter of hellos she gave to people she passed. he stood there shocked whilst bobby smiled at him. “got yourself a date.” bobby teased.
don turned to watch her leave, smiling slightly.
the glow don got from asking her, or knowing he had plans with her, lasted throughout his practice. don improved his strokes and practiced well, it was noticeable. what caused don to glide smoother and bloom in confidence? the confident one herself.
soon enough, the guys knew, and it was the talk in the jv boat until don went on his study date.
“i really don’t know much.” don said, realizing how behind and lost he was in the lectures. y/n looked up from her book, “do you need me to explain anything?” she asked, sliding out of her seat to sit in the empty one beside him.
don’s posture straightened and his breath caught in his throat, he looked at her and nodded. “alright so,” she jumped into explanation, pointing at what the notes said and the equations in front of them. don listened, looking at her face then back at her hands then back at her face. her knowledge was attractive, making her more beautiful.
“you’re lucky i know this unit. otherwise we’d be fucked.” she spoke, making him laugh slightly at her cursing. “yeah-yeah, we don’t want that.” don said, smiling at her. y/n looked up at him, returning the smile.
they both worked on their equations that they were advised would help on the quiz. don glanced at y/n’s paper, and y/n herself. she flowed through the worksheet somewhat easily, she cursed to herself here and there, erasing the whole equation.
an hour passed, they both sat in comfortable silence; y/n remained by don’s side. eventually she finished the entirety of the studying, and don completed a bit after her. they both groaned and rubbed their eyes in result of staring at the paper for hours. knuckles cracked, shoulders were rolled, and sighs were let out. the two were exhausted.
y/n rested her head on the table, letting out a long sigh. don watched her with a small smile, “want to go out and get ice cream?” he asked, checking his watch. coach wouldn’t kill him for a small cone and coming back at eight pm. y/n sat up tiredly, smiling at don. “i do owe you for your time.” don added, smiling sheepishly. y/n yawned and shook her head, “i enjoy spending time with you. i’d love to get ice cream.” she agreed, needing a pick me up and wanted more time with him.
so the two packed up their bags and left the library. it was cooler out as the night came by, but it was perfect. together, they walked side by side towards the ice cream shop, gradually getting closer.
don opened the door for y/n and took her bag, letting her order and relax while he followed with his own order. y/n noticed the gestures, feeling special by them. don looked at her, catching her staring. she smiled and so did he, “what?” he asked quietly while they waited for their cones. y/n simply shook her head, “you’re just handsome, personality and looks.” she complimented. don was slightly taken aback, he smiled and tried to form a sentence. however they were both interrupted by the worker, handing them their ice cream.
both don and y/n sat outside next to one another, they both stared out at the water that don constantly fought against. “you have hope in this test that’ll save you your spot on the team?” y/n teased, looking at him. don chuckled, “if anything, you saved me my spot.” he replied. y/n became flustered and looked away from him, silently eating as her cheeks and ears burned.
“you’re truly a lifesaver. to me and like everyone you help and know. which is a lot.” he continued, making her laugh and nudge him. “not a lot.” she replied, making him shake his head. “not true, you’re like the most well known girl here. not because of only your beauty, your smarts and kindness too.” don explained, going silent when he realized he admitted his thoughts of her.
y/n was now the one speechless, “you’re too kind.” she said, smiling at him. he shook his head again, “it’s just the truth.” he replied. y/n took in his features and his small sly smile, he let his eyes move down her face then back to her eyes. it was the perfect moment to make a move, don took a second longer, “are you into any of those football guys?” he asked nervously, quietly. “anyone more known?” he added. y/n caught his drift, or his nervousness, and shook her head.
“no im just into this one rower who falls asleep next to me in class, i really like him and like to see him succeed so i help him by taking his notes.” y/n admitted, smiling at don. a full smile grew on his face, “really?” he asked. y/n nodded and don took it as the actual perfect opportunity, kissing her gently.
they both sat there, pulling away with bashful smiles. “once we pass, we should go out for ice cream again. or just go out again eventually.” she whispered, don smiled at her suggestion, “i’d like that.” he replied and kissed her again.
and so they had their second ice cream date, every year on the same day, even on the night of their wedding. the two were bound to fall in love, it just took several lectures to get to where they needed to be.
a.n hope you enjoyed!
tags: @gvfsstardust
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First Camp - USWNT x Reader
Summary: Another fic set in the Polyglot!verse! This time its R's first time at senior camp set in November 2019
A/N: Bro, there was so much I wanted to fit in to this one that had to get cut. I think I might just write the cut bits as little drabbles instead
It isn’t every day that people get a call-up to play for their senior national team for the first time.
But as you walked into the hotel lobby, you couldn’t find it within yourself to be excited. The only thing on your mind is getting to your room so that you can take a nap and try to fight off your jet lag.
Unfortunately, that isn’t an option for you, as your flight from Spain had been delayed twice causing you to arrive mere minutes before the first team meeting, with not even enough time to put your bags in your room.
Practically sprinting down the hall to the conference room, you leave your bags outside the door and take a seat in the very back-row moments before Vlatko stands to address the team.
“Okay, ladies, let’s get this meeting started, I know you’re all very excited to get to whatever you have planned for the afternoon,” he says, glancing around the room. “Firstly, we’ve got some fitness testing in the morning, so try to make good choices for the rest of the day.”
The rest of the meeting continues in much of the same fashion, with Vlatko and the rest of the coaching staff running through the planned schedule and what to expect going into the two friendlies.
“Final thing before you all head your separate ways,” Coach says as everyone starts to gather their things, “You’ve noticed by now that it’s Y/N Y/L/N’s first camp, so make sure you show her how we do things around here but let her rest before you drag her into your antics. Dismissed.”
Grabbing your suitcases from the hallway, you follow the wave of players leaving the conference room towards the elevators.
As you stand near the back of the group staring into space you feel a hand place itself on your shoulder.
Turning around you lock eyes with Christen Press.
“Hey, Y/N, you’re rooming with me, Vlatko thought it would be best to keep you away from the chaos of some of the others,” she says.
“Cool, they uh they look like they can be a lot,” you say, watching over your shoulder as Kelley, Rose, and Sonnett shove each other.
“They can be,” she says, “How was your flight in, I know you arrived just before the meeting.”
Stepping around the squabbling trio that has managed to find themselves on the ground, you wait for the elevator doors to close before answering.
“The flight itself was alright, it got delayed a few times because of a storm,” you say watching as the numbers on the display rise and the doors eventually open.
The two of you are silent as you make your way down the hall and into your room.
Once in the room, conversation flows easily, and the two of you get to know each other. Eventually, though Christen leaves to go hang out with Tobin and you take the opportunity to have a shower and a nap.
This is why you’re not surprised to wake up to someone pounding on the door although when you open it you’re shocked to see Mallory and Tierna on the other side.
“Hey, Chris sent us to wake you up and make sure you get ready for dinner,” Mal says, stepping inside when you open the door wider.
Both of them immediately make themselves comfortable on the edge of Christen’s bed, while you head to the bathroom to change.
30 minutes later, the three of you find yourselves seated on one side of the long table that’s been placed in the conference room.
While you would’ve been more than happy for the meal to pass in silence, the other women on the team have chosen to use this as an opportunity to ask more questions than you thought possible.
Some of the questions are fairly tame, like ‘where are you from’ or ‘what’s your favorite cheat meal’ but once Mal asks who your favorite player is, the wheels begin to fall off a little bit.
It’s partially your fault because you should’ve known that they weren’t going to accept you not naming a female player.
“I watched a lot of United and Barcelona matches growing up so I wanted to be Luke Shaw, Patrice Evra, and Jordi Alba,” you say, hoping that would be enough.
“You didn’t watch any women’s soccer growing up,” Pinoe asks.
“I did.”
“So who’s your favorite player,” she asks, and when she sees how hesitant you are to answer she continues her needling, “Is it one of us? More importantly, is it me?”
“It’s not you.”
“But it is one of the people in this room.”
“I plead the 5th.”
This is when Kelley decides to join in on the needling but after a couple of minutes, Alex takes pity on you and gets her to stop, which gives Lindsey, the only other player to skip college completely, the opportunity to ask you a question.
“You left high school early to play for Barcelona, why,” she asks.
“School sucked, home sucked, playing football for money decidedly doesn’t suck,” you say plainly.
“That is the most teenager response I have ever heard,” Alex says.
“I’m 17,” you tell her, “I’m not sure what you were expecting.”
That sends a shock wave through the team, even the ones who were further down the table seem to have heard what you said.
“You’re practically an infant,” Kelley says with a disbelieving grin, “Even compared to Tierna and Mal. When do you turn 18?”
“Next month.”
A look of pure glee comes across Sonnett’s face and it makes you kind of nervous because as the seconds pass it only gets bigger and bigger.
And then she says, “Congrats Baby T, you’ve been promoted to little kid; Y/N is officially the team baby.”
Tierna begins to celebrate from her seat on Mal’s other side and while you are nervous about Sonnett possibly planning to kill you, you do your best to put on a show of moaning and groaning. Besides, it does feel pretty good to know that you’ve been accepted into the fold so quickly.
The rest of the meal continues in much of the same manner, with the entire team taking the time to relax and get to know each other better.
At the end of the meal, you and Christen make your way back to your room and get ready for bed.
Just before turning off the lights, she asks the one question you haven’t heard yet tonight: How are you feeling?
“Nervous but excited,” you tell her, staring blankly at the ceiling, “I want to play well and show Vlatko that he didn’t make a mistake calling me up.”
“I remember seeing you at the U-20 World Cup last summer, I don’t think you’ll need to worry about that too much. You’re talented and everyone who doesn’t know it yet will soon,” she says, flipping the lamp off.
The next few days pass in a way that makes it easy for you to adjust to the rhythm of camp.
Practice is hard, of course, and Columbus is fucking cold in November, but you do your best to push through everything and make sure you show what you have.
You also use the time to continue getting to know everyone both on and off the field, it’s hard because they all play on the same teams and in the same leagues. Even Cook who plays in France has an advantage over you in that she did go to college and has played with or against others on the team.
It’s all made a little easier by the fact that Tobin and Christen have taken it upon themselves to take you under their wings and with them comes Mal, so by the first team bonding activity you find yourself to be the newest member of their makeshift family unit.
It’s weird but it works besides with everything going on you don’t have time to worry about it.
By the time you turn around, it’s the day of the friendly against Sweden.
Even though the game has a late start time, you still find yourself waking up at your normal time of 8 a.m., so that you can complete all of your game day rituals.
A lot of athletes like to lie about not being superstitious but you’ll admit it proudly: Your entire mood on game days rests on whether or not you can stick to your schedule, even if you aren’t in the squad.
The weirdest of your superstitions and the one that usually requires the most explanation is the fact that you refuse to speak at all before pitch inspections on game days. A routine that you have always accompanied with a pair of noise-canceling headphones.
So before you leave the hotel room, you write two notes explaining the situation. One to keep in your pocket and one for Christen to find when she wakes up. Her note also has instructions saying that she can find you by the pool doing your morning meditation.
Which is exactly where she finds you roughly 45 minutes later.
Looking up at her you can see the slightly annoyed look on her face as she begins to rant but you can’t hear anything she’s saying. Eventually, she huffs angrily and tosses a scarf and hat at you before pulling you to your feet.
At breakfast you watch as the team passes around the note, most of them immediately agreeing to leave you to your routine but there are a few moments where Sonny tries to get you to speak, only to receive blank stares.
After that, the rest of the day passes smoothly.
You don’t get any minutes against Sweden but that was to be expected, it is only your first camp after all.
The next morning, you along with the rest of the team are on your way to Jacksonville, Florida.
The flight is just as chaotic as every other experience you’ve had with these women, they’re inability to relax is both comforting and agitating at the same time.
Originally, you had sat on your own but now 30 minutes into the two-hour flight, you find yourself surrounded by the younger group of players.
“Y/N/N, have you ever been to Florida,” Rose asks, pulling you back into the conversation.
“Nope.”
“Are you excited," Andi questions, leaning over the seat in front of you, "Do you have family coming?"
“I mean, I’m always excited to play but Florida isn’t really doing it for me,” you answer. “As for family, I doubt that my parents are gonna fly in to watch me play when we haven’t spoken in over a year.”
That seems to have gotten everyone’s attention because suddenly it feels like all eyes are on you.
“You’re 17, why haven’t you spoken to your family in a year?”
“Running away to play professional football kind of puts a strain on relationships,” you say casually.
If all eyes weren’t on you before they definitely are now, especially if the number of gasps you hear is anything to go by.
“You ran away to play in Barcelona,” Becky asks from her spot near the front.
“Not technically but I was told not to go and then when I did I was told in no uncertain terms to not return unless I decided to quit playing entirely,” you explain.
Everyone stares at you shocked until Ashlyn says what everyone's thinking.
“Dude. What the fuck?”
“You would've been what 16,” Christen begins, “Aren’t there a ton of FIFA laws about that sort of thing?”
“Yea but it would take too long to explain how I got around them,” you begin casually, “Besides don’t you like having plausible deniability?” You see a look pass through the faces of each of your teammates that lets you know that the answer is yes. “Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies,” you finish.
Some of the girls still look slightly uneasy but they all seem content to just let sleeping dogs lie.
So, the rest of the flight passes with relative ease, and everyone returns to their own activities. You find yourself drawn into what is easily the most competitive game of Uno you’ve ever played.
The remainder of the day, and the next for that matter, pass with the same ease.
On the day of the Costa Rica game, you go through your routine with little stress.
You do your meditation, eat breakfast, take a nap, grab an afternoon coffee with Mal, Sonny, Rose and Lindsey, do pitch inspection and then it's game time.
The first 45 minutes of the game pass incredibly fast and as you make your way back into the locker room, you’re already up two-nil.
Vlatko’s half-time speech isn’t anything special and if you’re being completely honest, you haven’t heard a single word he’s said.
At least not until one of those words is your name.
“Y/N,” he says.
“Yes, coach?”
“You like to play on the left side, don’t you?”
You nod.
“Good, you’re going in for Sonny, go get warm,” he tells you.
You stare at him in silence for a moment before a shove in the back from Rose gets you moving.
You don’t remember much of the match, but that’s a common occurrence for you. Your adrenaline is always pumping way too strongly.
What you do remember makes you think that you played well. A couple of strong tackles, crosses that hit their mark, and no goals were given up as a result of any mistake you made, so it had to have been a pretty decent game.
Your beliefs are further reassured by the way the team gathers around congratulating you on your performance, some of them patting you on the head or back.
Back in the locker room, after you've all spent some time greeting the fans and after coach has given his little postgame talk, you find that the energy in the room is slightly different than what you’ve been getting used to. Everyone is still making noise but now it seems as though they’re all shaking with anticipation.
Then suddenly, Becky is trying to get everyone to calm down so she can address the team.
“Alright settle down girls,” she says, waiting for silence. Once she gets it she continues, “Three players made their senior team debuts today and since they’re all defenders, it’s my job to give them their game balls. Midge, Cookie, the two of you started and kept the right side locked down for the full 90 minutes.” Then she turns to you. “And Y/N/N, you put in 45 and are the only person I’ve ever seen talk trash after taking a cleat to the stomach. But most importantly, the three of you along with Sonny and Sully made life easy for our keepers and no balls found the back of our net. Good Job!”
As the girls break into applause, Becky tosses each of you a ball.
Everyone disperses a bit after that, headed to press conferences and the showers but you take a moment to stare at the ball.
It must last pretty long though because eventually, you feel someone taking a seat next to you. And since you can still hear her attempting to sing from the showers, you know it's not Rose.
“Are you okay,” Mal asks.
“Yeah, I’m good,” you say, “Did I really get kicked in the gut?”
She nods, “It was pretty bad to watch. Does it hurt?” You shake your head slightly so she continues, “Well you took it like a champ and I didn’t hear what you said but the Costa Rican player looked pretty pissed.”
“I don’t know either but I have a feeling I’ll never live it down,” you laugh, finally looking at her.
“It’s probably already all over the internet, so maybe not.”
“Great.”
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You Make Me Feel Special
Henry Cavill x Chubby!Male Reader
Title based off TWICE’s “Feel Special”
Requested by anon: Hiiii! Could you please write a fic where Henry Cavill and his husband M/n Cavill (😌) are going out, maybe for one of Henry's movie premiere. Henry's husband is a total sweet boi, so nice and shy and he kinda doesn't like to go out, not liking the cameras and attention N stuff. But surprise surprise, he's a total darling, so sweet with everyone, and just such a good person. Everyone kinda falls in love with him. The news is like "Who is M/n Cavill?" or "The man who stole Superman's heart", he just kinda became a celebrity. Throughout it all Henry protects his husband (and his privacy), always keeping an arm around him (😌), making sure he's okay, even when people approach him to take a picture, he keep his husband close. So, people start flirting with M/n openly, even in social media. They are just simping for the thicc shy boy. After trying to keep it together for some time, Henry finally breaks, he doesn't want to loose his baby boy. And he reminds M/n of that (😌) (can you include praise kink, breeding, and size kink?). Thanks for your time!
NOTE: This’ll also be like my 1K special fic cuz I still can’t believe I hit 1K, ugh thank you all so much 💙
Fluff & Smut: Henry literally being the best husband ever, Henry’s hairy pecs 👁
Lights flashing and people yelling, you weren't the biggest fan of doing this doing this, but it was bearable, only because Henry made it bearable. Also it would mark your announcement that you two were a couple, many times being caught with him and saying you were just a friend visiting... constantly… staying at his home... for many nights in a row.
"Henry!", a reporter yells out, "How's your friend M/N?", you ducked your head in shyness. "Well actually there's a bit of news, me and M/N are no longer friends. We're husbands. Have been for quite a while actually"
Henry's tone was that of no shame, only pure proudness, he was proud to be with you. And his tone while proud, was just a bit loud, catching the attention of the reporters nearby.
The two of you hand kept the rings hidden by keeping your hands and in your pockets, now with the cat out of the bag, Henry reveals his hand. The wedding band being the center of attention for photographers, that is until you show yours and Henry grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss.
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"HENRY CAVILL MARRIED IN SECRET TO WHAT WAS THOUGHT TO BE CLOSE FRIEND” tabloids, articles, and newspapers were plastered with yours and Henry's face. Bit more so your face than Henry’s, and all the questioning and wonder was also more focused on you.
Who were you? How did you meet Henry? Why are pictures of you and Henry being romantic not available?
Who knew
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Henry’s announcement caused quite a stir for a while. You two would walk down the street holding hands and people would come up to you, and you specifically. You’d learn to get used to it, being told you have sort of a more welcoming and nurturing vibe, that being why people were comfortable coming up to you, Henry being somewhat intimidating even when he didn’t want to be.
But that didn’t stop some guys going up to you, fully flirting with you with no shame. And you were a married man, of course you weren’t going to encourage their behavior, and neither was Henry. He got sick of it. Extremely quickly.
Specifically a few weeks after Henry had announced you two being married, he had been there the few times guys would get the courage to put the moves on you, and he laughed it off at first. But he grew annoyed. This guy fully boasting about himself, earning six figures a month, which you both knew wasn’t true. Henry’s final straw was the punk’s comment about your weight.
“Though if we got together you’d need to lose like”, and he looked you up and down, circled you, “yeah you’d need to lose like maybe five or ten pounds”.
Now you two were grateful that neither of you had received any backlash, specifically you because he knew you didn’t like to be in the spotlight all that much. But he just couldn’t take it anymore, everyone fawning over you, seeming to want to marry you as well! And this guy’s comment, it finally did it for him.
Without hesitation Henry swung at the man, his fist connecting to the man’s cheek. Knocking him to the ground and beginning to groan in pain, “Don’t ever talk about my husband like that you worthless piece of garbage”, Henry spat before dragging you to the car.
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Of course that little moment wasn’t ignored, pictures and videos were revealed of the event. People immediately coming to your defense, saying the man was completely in the wrong.
“How dare that nobody say M/N needs to lose weight?! He isn’t that good looking himself either”, “M/N is totally hot!! Like really hot, have y’all seen his ass?”
Comments similar to those were under posts, and even ones dirtier than the second one. And Henry couldn’t stand it, you are all that he has, someone he loves so much, maybe even too much. Would you think that Henry’s not enough after seeing how everyone craves you?
He couldn’t allow it.
He won’t allow it.
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Later that night, Henry laid in bed in thin grey sweatpants and shirtless, remembering your guy’s wedding night. The sounds you made, how you called his name, clenching around him, there was a need that night, a need that Henry wanted to bring out again.
You were in the shower, after the days events you wanted to relax. And so Henry purposely kept thinking about the wedding night. Knowing you’d walk into him sporting a tent.
And he was right, he remembered your face as he entered you that night, and that was enough to have him leaking. And you walking in at the perfect time.
“Well someone’s excited”, you chuckle as you dry your hair, walking out naked. “Knowing I married the sexiest guy imaginable can get a guy going y’know”, he smirks as a wet spot appears on his sweats, ‘damn precum already?’, he thought as he squeezed his 9-inch dick through the sweats.
”The sexy one here is you”, you say, climbing onto his lap, “You punching that guy earlier was so fucking sexy, the animalistic energy you had, the way your muscles flexed in your shirt, and just knowing you’d protect me almost made me cream my pants right then and there”.
You lean down for a kiss, Henry’s tongue slipping into your mouth, showing his dominance over you. He was so much bigger than you, towering over you since the day you met, he loved it. He loved leaning down to kiss you, a goodbye kiss after a date, a kiss under the shower, and when he leaned down to kiss you after saying your I do’s.
Now he’s here, tongue down your throat, his hands playing with your plump ass, your hands on his gloriously hairy pecs. Squeezing them in delight. “Why am I the only one naked here”, you ask, rubbing your own hard dick against his clothed one, “You’re right honey, it’s not fair is it?”
He gets up, grabbing something from the closet. A camera. “Just like our honeymoon”, he sets it down on the dresser, pointing towards the left side of the bed, Henry knew it would capture the best angles. Like him unleashing his rock hard dick.
He did it on the opposite side of the bed, so it would also capture your reaction, “You never fail to amaze me with your size babe”, you say before taking it in your mouth, fondling his balls in your hands, Henry throwing his head back in ecstasy and eyes rolling back.
He pulls out for a quick second before laying on his back on the bed once more, feeling your skillful mouth around his dick. “C’mon baby, lube it up”, he says while caressing your cheek. You continue to do so for a but before Henry feels himself about to cum. “Ok baby, that’s enough”, you give a slight pout, “Don’t worry, you’ll still get my cum, just not in your pretty mouth right now, now come on, face down, ass up”.
He gives you a peck, tasting himself before deciding to focus on your glorious ass. Taking the two mounds in his hands and spreading them to reveal your tight pucker. Henry begins to give kisses around it, feeling you slightly tremble at each peck, then he finally gets to your hole, he licks it before also giving it a kiss, savoring the feeling of your soft whimpers escaping your mouth.
He continues this process for a while until he decided to finger fuck you. His big thick fingers going in and out of you, causing more moans to escape your mouth. “We’re almost there baby, you’re doing so good for me, my good boy”, your dick twitches at the praise, drops of your precum spilling out onto the bed.
After Henry decides that the prep is enough, he rolls you onto your back, “I want to look at my gorgeous boy’s face as I pump him full of my seed”, you bite your lip and smile as he leans down to kiss you again.
While kissing you, Henry rubs his tip against your hole, his spit and his precum lubricating it to make for an easier entrance. He then slips it in, only a fee inches, causing you both to moan into the kiss, “My god you feel amazing M/N, so fucking amazing”, Henry leans down to your neck and starts leaving hickeys, knowing that you’d been seen with them and people would know you’re his.
“S-so fucking big”, you whine as he continues to put his dick inside you. The final thrust hitting your prostate causes you to moan loudly, “That’s it, make those gorgeous sounds for me baby”. Henry slowly begins thrusting his hips into you, grabbing your leg and placing it on his shoulder to brace himself before he starts to really get into it.
“You know what M/N, m’gonna fill you up so good, overflow your hole with my babies'“, you moan at the thought, “Yeah? You like that? Having my babies inside you”, you incoherently mumble in agreement as you begin to feel him gain speed. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “You’re mine M/N”, you grab onto his chest, teasing his nipples and grabbing his pecs, “O-nly nngh y-yours”.
“You gonna cum baby?”, you nod your head, “Me too, cum with me”. Henry grabs your dick and jerks you off the rhythm which he’s thrusting into you, he you pulsating, you tightly clenching around him, “3, 2, 1”, with that, you both scream out in pleasure, your cum shooting onto your body, and his shooting into your hole.
He pulls out and sees the cum on your body, he begins to lap it up, “Your body looks even more gorgeous when it’s covered in cum baby”, he stares into your eyes as he laps it up, working his up to your face. With your cum still in his mouth, you both kiss, you both enjoying your taste. He grabs you and places you on top of him, continuing to make out. After a while you both break the kiss, tiredness beginning to take you over. Before Henry forgets, he stops the camera, you two would watch it tomorrow. He joins you back in bed, you lay close to him, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He pulls a blanket on top of the both of you and places a kiss on too of your head.
“You’re the love of my life M/N”, he smiles snd turns off the lights, falling asleep holding you.
#Henry Cavill x Male Reader#Henry Cavill x Chubby Male Reader#male reader#x male reader#chubby male reader#x chubby male reader
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fake fic title! "crescent moons fix broken hearts"
would love it if it could be hl? 👀
Sorry this took so long! I really needed to write something today to flex the muscle, I hope you and @awesomefringey (who submitted the t-shirt pic) like it. 🥰 (I tried to post this twice with a moodboard but Tumblr wouldn’t let me. 😒)
🌙 Crescent Moons Fix Broken Hearts
Sitting in the en suite of the lavish hotel room, the soft lighting of the vanity illuminating the planes of his face, Harry let the radical irony of what he was about to do wash over him.
It was a weird thing, he realized, this feeling of waiting for a moment your entire life – preserving it, building it up – only to have it finally, finally come in a form so different it was almost laughable.
Not almost. Harry did laugh.
Half because he caught sight of his ridiculously nervous expression in the mirror, and half because apparently, one minute someone could be the perfect pure, virginal (if a little sexually frustrated) Omega groom-to-be fitting their bespoke wedding suit in at a highly exclusive designer shop, and three days later, be that very same Omega, revenge and wildly expensive tequila shooting through their veins as they booked their would-have-been honeymoon suite to have raunchy sex with an Alpha they’d hired specifically to finally deflower them, once and for all.
Turns out getting dumped in a Saville Row dressing room because one’s ex-fiancé thought they were quote, “an uppity, frigidly cold fish who he probably had no sexual chemistry with anyway”, unquote, really lit a fire under one’s arse.
Harry flared his nose in anger, his thoughts murderous as images of his beautiful, wasted wedding invitations danced back into his mind, haunting him. His cheeks began their now familiar pinkening with his remembered humiliation, and then…
A soft knock unfortunately interrupted Harry’s montage of fantastic daydreams of running over every single one of his ex-fiancé’s prized watches to the intro of Led Zeppelin’s Immigrant Song.
“Come in,” he called out gently – or as gently as one could through gritted teeth.
As the door slid away, the unfamiliar, unassuming coolness of rosemary and sage rolled in slowly. Harry wasn’t used to it; accustomed to sharing spaces with the scent of warm whiskey and leather layered with that wretchedly expensive cologne Harry had always hated.
But back to the sage.
Sage, and rosemary, and cedar, and… he let the last note tickle his nose as he tried to name it.
“Are you okay?” Louis Tomlinson asked.
… and soap, Harry realized, oddly comforted even as he wondered whether the name was a pseudonym; wondered if it was standard procedure to print such a convincing alias on a discreet calling card that would eventually be passed across an elegant brunch table at the Dorchester.
(‘Niall, don’t be absurd,’ Harry had sniffed, trying his best to push the card back towards him without making a scene. ‘Jesus, just be normal and introduce me to one of your investment bankers, or something.’
Niall had given him a long, silent, and completely unimpressed look in response, glancing down at the engagement ring Harry was still wearing, if only to make a point. Ouch.
‘Harry, trust me. After this shitshow, you of all people deserve an orgasm on the first go. Treat yourself.’)
“I’m alright.” The polite platitude was out of his mouth accompanied by a reserved smile through the mirror before he could stop it.
It wasn’t like he could tell the truth anyway; not like he could say, ‘No, actually. I’m fucking livid, because a week ago I was about to be married, and today my financial manager called to ask if my credit card had been stolen because there was a suspicious charge from RoyaLT Enterprises for a ‘Platinum Package – All Inclusive’ on it when I was assured this service would be discreet, goddamnit!’
He bit his tongue, mostly because Harry didn’t tell Louis about the jilting; had decided against it the moment he had clicked ‘Platinum’, the description reading ‘two-week session with certified heat coach (Alpha) focused on scent familiarity, building sexual rapport, and discussing intimacy needs in addition to agreed heat cycle partnership.’
A virgin who had saved himself for marriage only to be jilted a week before his wedding because he was, in fact, a virgin, paying for sex and intimacy, trapped in a room with someone who really shouldn’t be as attractive as he had turned out to be… It had all just felt a little too humiliating.
Which, speaking of…
“Sorry,” Harry blurted out softly now, slowly coming to his senses. He turned to face Louis, his eyes widening. “We’re… we’re on the clock, aren’t we? Am I… I’m wasting your time?”
Louis chuckled softly – kindly, really – and casually leaned against the door frame, crossing his ankles. He was shirtless, Harry only now realized, as he watched him slip both hands into the pockets of his silk pajama bottoms, making them ride dangerously low against his happy trail.
Louis shook his head. “You’re supposed to take your time, get comfortable with me.” He raised his hand to gesture to himself – what he was wearing, and then the space between them. “This is all part of it.” He grinned wide, and Harry had noticed he was handsome when they’d met, but the genuine warmth of his smile is what made it. (Well, his smile, and his abs, and the still respectable but no less impressive hint of a bulge in his pajama bottoms…) “It’s called the boyfriend package for a reason.”
Funny, Harry thought then, feeling just a little bit… well, a little bit wet. He’d never had a boyfriend who looked quite like this.
Niall’s wise words began to reverberate in his mind: ‘Treat yourself.’
Harry bit back a cheeky smile. He intended to.
— Or, When Harry Styles did things, he did them right. Why should losing his virginity be any different?
#fake fic titles#fake fic#iaw drabbles#I just really needed to write something today#because I missed it
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𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 [𝟙𝟠+]
Summary: Steve comes by to see you after his boxing tournament. Today was Valentine’s Day, and there would be a sweet surprise along the way.
Pairing(s): Steve Fox/F!Reader
Warning(s): Smut, Teasing, Fingering
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: First Steve Fox fic. This was supposed to be posted on Valentine’s Day, but got a bit stuck while writing. I still hope I wrote his character okay, but enjoy though 💙
It felt like a wild ride throughout the entire competition. Even the crowd provided to be a bonus for all that hype. Luckily for you, a ticket to the front row seat was gifted to you thanks to the glorious boxer Steve Fox himself. You and him have been on closer terms since first meeting each other. Boxing was one of the big sports that caught your eye. You never had a favorite boxer until Steve came along. That interesting charm and upbeat energy whenever he shared conversations with you. Oh, and they weren’t just about his boxing career. He also brought up some of his personal life, but refused to go any deeper than that. Delving back into his heavy past would just keep him from moving forward, so he kept everything light. You began admiring Steve so much to the point that you chose to support him. Little did you know his heart fluttered by this response, he has to always remember that.
Once the tournament was over, you wait patiently by the exit as the majority of the attendees leave the arena. Your skin formed goosebumps from the unexpected cold of midnight. Though the weather felt warmer earlier during the evening. Maybe you should have brought a jacket? After a few minutes, your attention caught Steve approaching the exit. His blue eyes lock into you while showing off an obvious smirk. You softly giggle before a sudden shiver erupts from your body. Your breath even hitched from the cold reaction as your arms crossed.
“You alright, luv?” Steve asked, becoming aware of your need for warmth, “Turn around for me.”
Doing as he requested, you turn your back to the professional boxer before he took off his coat to place over your shoulders like the gentleman he is. His white shirt remained despite the low temperatures. You hold onto the edges of his coat to keep yourself from freezing any longer. Steve moves in next to you while rubbing your back, “Ready to go?”
You look up at him with a smile, “Of course.”
He held you close while guiding you to his apartment. His place isn’t all that bad when first entering, yet manages to keep it neat enough to see you. Regardless, you felt comfortable spending your time there. You didn’t mind the state of his room since your mind was plagued of thoughts about Steve. As the two of you arrived home, you head straight towards the bedroom. You plopped onto the twin bed, watching Steve shut the door before approaching you. Rubbing the back of his neck, the pro boxer brings up the tournament, “So uh, how was the show for you? I know I sort of screwed up that left hook a bit…”
“Steve, I thought you did great! About that screw up, it doesn’t have anything to do with your scar, does it?” you ask out of curiosity.
His eyebrows raised until quickly changing the subject, “Actually, I wanted to give you something special. A small gift I bought just for you.”
He darts to the nightstand whilst your eyes blink twice from his reply. A gift? A skip of your heart beat reacted to this. You never expected Steve to act like this before. Perhaps he has gotten heavily attached to you? It was clear that you and him share those feelings, so why not act on them now?
As Steve scurries in the drawer, a small crimson box is obtained from there. You stare at the box and wonder what was in it. But hold on. Have you forgotten what day it was today? There had to be a reason why Steve bought this in the first place.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, luv,” he hands it to you, “These are assorted by the way.”
You take the box of sweets in your hands. It had an elegant pattern on the exterior with a silk red ribbon wrapped around it. It looked beautiful and expensive in one. You stood up and took Steve in an embrace, “This is so sweet of you, Steve! Thank you.”
He froze for a second before hugging you back close. A smile plastered on his face as he rubs the small of your back. It’s a relief to find someone so special. After being experimented on by the Mishima Zaibatsu for so long, he was able to make companions along the way. Now there’s a certain someone that drew his interest even more. Somebody who always had his back. That sweetheart is definitely you.
You and the boxer pull back to lock stares at each other. Unexpectedly, Steve pecks a kiss to your lips. Your eyes blink as you feel heat across your face. He chuckles and kisses the hot skin, causing your cheeks to flush redder. He pulls away to whisper, “Looks like someone wants me to be her Valentine, eh?”
“W-well, I,” you stutter timidly.
He reassures you, “Ah don’t be shy, luv. I don’t really have much experience myself.”
You cup his face in your hands before inching close to him. Steve shares the kiss with you again, this time it felt passionate. A faint scent of cologne, seemingly bergamot with slight spice. He encircles your sides in tender motions. Your body leans back against the bed before pulling Steve down with you, the box of chocolates falling to the floor. You lay on his coat with Steve remaining above you. One of your hands combed through his hair whilst feeling its silkiness. A pool of heat began to stir inside your stomach. You awaited for the make out session to go further. Steve slips in a tongue to clash with yours. Both breathing turned steamy with every taste. You were too distracted by the kiss when one of the boxer’s hands trailed down your waist only to grip your jeans. He breaks away before making sure to ask, “You alright with this?”
“Please, hun,” you whisper back to him with another kiss. Steve trails more sweet pecks to your neck and unbuttons your jeans altogether. His hand slips just above your panties to notice a damp spot between your thighs. This earned him a whimper thanks to your sensitivity. Adding to the arousal, Steve nips at your skin with his teeth. His fingers rub over the thin cloth at that same moment. Your body responded by wrapping a leg around his torso. Even your legs were starting to flinch a bit.
You sigh desperately, “Babe, please. Slide them in me!”
He slides his fingers into your entry, recognizing how slick it became. As much as Steve is inexperienced himself, the way you react to his actions at least tell that he’s doing something right. He has been doing good so far, yet there could be other ways to satisfy you. He decided to make a few curls of his fingers before pulling out to rub over your slit. You jump and arch your back while gripping his hair tight. It was difficult for you to hold back your moans. Steve pauses the kissing for him to see your reaction. He should be treating you well, right?
Steve asked, “Am I doin’ it right?”
You continue to mewl instead and pull him in a kiss again. He keeps stroking your spot until approaching your clit. He messes with the bit of flesh to receive a weak mewl out of you. Your fluids felt warm as he kept going. His fingers slide back in with hope of making you cum and picked up speed. Those filthy noises of yours eventually made Steve get himself hard. The feeling was a presence of grandeur and ecstasy. Your sounds got louder with every stroke. Your abdomen twitched as Steve could feel it move too. His free hand grips your hair whilst massaging through your scalp. The finish was getting close.
The sound of your breathing shudders throughout the kiss until he finally manages to release your climax. You hold Steve close while he’s focused on spilling every drop. Your body flinches with your legs kicking back. The movements stopped when both of you broke the kiss for the need to breathe air. Steve leans away to pull out his fingers. Viewing the work he has done with them, his eyes turned wide at the amount of fluid. You swiftly grab his wrist to tenderly suck and lick around his coated fingers, a lustful look appearing on your face. Steve’s face flushes at the sight of this as he watched.
Out of nowhere, the ring of a doorbell interrupted your moment. You and Steve look back at the bedroom entry. A voice was heard that was not familiar to you, but was to Steve. It seemed to have a western accent with deep tones.
“Hey, Steve! We saw you handle the guys at that big tournament earlier! We came by to see you!” the voice shouted from outside.
The boxer releases his fingers from your grasp. He swears at himself, “Bloody hell, they’re here?”
He adjusts and pats down his shirt before looking down at you. You sit up from the bed and fix your hair back to normal. Steve gives a kiss to your forehead, “You stay right here. I’ll handle the guys at the door.”
“Is it something important?”
“Nah, a few friends of mine came to see me. I’ll just tell them I’m busy with a date,” he smiles with a wink at you. You fix the rest of your clothes while he walks to the front door. That Valentine’s gift and all of the pleasure tonight was definitely unpredicted to happen. It was worth the fun after all. Further fun and relaxation awaits for the remainder of the night.
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Scraped Knees
pairing: charles x reader
a/n: hiii first post ever !! noticed the lack of charles fics and decided to take matters into my own hands. super grateful for any form of support/feedback xoxxo
warnings: nsfw (f!reader), minor violence
word count: 4k
summary: charles comforts you after you take a fall during a train robbery , during this your feelings for each other come to light. ( poc friendly & no use of"y/n" )
ao3: ♡scraped knees♡
The heist Dutch’s plan, as usual you had come to learn. A train full of rich folk on their way to Victory Street Station in St. Denis. This was the first time since you’d joined the gang that Dutch had personally requested you join them and you were in no position to decline with how little you’d done so far. You always tried to make yourself useful but it never felt like enough for how gracious they all had been to take you in.
You'd been tasked with blending in with the passengers and helping the gang get in swiftly when it was time, which you did remarkably well for a relatively new “outlaw.” Unfortunately, the only way to do this was to change your look completely. Swapping your usual breathable linen skirt for a flirtatious dress composed of numerous layers of fabric and frills had been purchased for you to wear for this special occasion. You felt a bit confined by all of the layers since you weren't used to being dressed all high class-like.
Your makeup had been done by Molly who proudly assured you that every man on the train would be unable to stop staring with how beautiful you looked, to which you meekly reminded her that that was the opposite of the effect you were going for. She had taken a strange liking to you, finding solace in another out of place woman at the camp. At times you felt a bit like her one lonely doll. She liked to talk with you about girl things and complain about Dutch more than anything else. She was completely smitten by the man, not that you understood why. She didn't really have any friends outside of you and Dutch —when he was willing to pay her any mind— and for that you pitted her. You hoped that one day she would come to her senses and realize her worth, but that didn't seem too likely. You felt a bit embarrassed at her praise after she was done fixing you up for the mission. Still you did catch a few extra glances at yourself whenever you passed a mirror.
Thankfully from the moment you boarded everything seemed to be going smoothly. This was a relief for you since you'd only been running with the gang for about a month now. You still had something to prove. For the most part, you were left alone as you waited. The occasional smile or wink from a gentleman had you blushing a bit, but no one seemed to suspect that they had a criminal waiting to sabotage their trip on board with them.
The moment you heard the brash shout from Dutch outside of the train instructing the gang to hop on paired with the stomps of several horses close by you felt like you were moving without your own consent, automatically doing what you were told before by Dutch without thinking twice. You immediately stood up turning to face the visibly unsettled passengers and pulled the two revolvers tucked under your skirt. With each pointed towards the two isles you waited to hear Dutch’s word before you made your next move.
“No one move or try anything stupid and you’ll all be okay.” You said in the most confident voice you could muster. You heard the rest of your gang boarding behind you and you felt a bit more comforted by their presence. You were quick with a gun, there was no doubt in that but you were still intimidated by how outnumbered you were. As you stood your ground no one looked to be interested in starting any trouble and for a second you started to feel a little bit proud of yourself for holding your own.
That feeling washed away the moment you heard Charles' voice, calm and low as always, “Watch the hand,” he said to a man a few rows down. “You heard the lady.”
You turned your attention towards the man, cocking the hammer of your revolver before even realizing his hand frozen in its position reaching into his tote sitting next to him. A feeling of thankfulness came over you as you felt Charles brush up against you, letting you know that he was there. Since you joined Charles had taken you under his wing, helping you navigate your new life without ever making you feel completely useless. His mere presence was a cause for relief since you’d become so dependent on him.
“Thank you.” you whispered sincerely.
Before he could answer Dutch was instructing you to “walk,” and you did just as you were told, pointing your weapon at each civilian you passed with an unwavering stare to make sure they new not to try anything as Micha followed close behind you demanding whatever valuables each person had to be handed over.
You did this for a few of the carriages that held people, you aiming and Micha making threats that had even you on edge. You heard gunshots coming from all areas of the train as Arthur, John and Charles picked off any of the guards who were brave enough to go against them. As you continued you passed still-bleeding bodies of guards with their guns still in their hands. The sight made you still for a moment, not used to seeing so much gore like this upclose. You felt your stomach turn at the sticky feeling of blood and brain matter under your heeled feet. It was jarring to say the least and you wished that someone had prepared you for it. You were warned by Dutch specifically that there would be death, but you’d grown accustomed to him and his dramatics over the past few weeks. It wasn’t the death that bothered you, you’d seen death before, but being in it was a whole ‘nother story.
Before you could get too deep into your head you felt the nudge of cold metal against your back shoving you forward a bit and leaving your spine sore.
“We ain’t got time for no daydreaming, girl.” Micha gruffs at you. Even with the short amount of time you’ve been running with the Van Der Linde gang you were well versed in detecting assholes and Micha definitely fit that description to a T. When being ordered to work together you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes out of respect for Dutch. Being alone with him made you feel cold and unsafe.
When you were done you both waited at the very first cart connected to the locomotive. You both looked out for the law and any guards that were still alive. If all was going to plan, the conductor was being held hostage by Arthur to get the train slowing down and since it was you assumed everything was moving along well. Still, you began to feel a bit uneasy after a few minutes without seeing any of the boys bursting through the carriage door with the money they’d collected. You glanced over to the blonde man next to you only to see him with a proud smirk. You weren't sure to be comforted or even more worried by that. Thankfully not too soon after John and Charles were approaching with Dutch not too far behind, John swinging the carriage door open hard enough to make you flinch at the sound.
“Thank you kindly for your cooperation ladies and gentlemen, but i'm afraid me and my friends must be leaving!” He said in that disconcerting tone of his leaving the passengers just as fearful as they were before. You almost laughed at the pale faces of the rich passengers, how violated they looked even before being robbed. It had to be the most excitement most of them have and will ever have seen.
Just then the door to the conductor's area was pushed open revealing Arthur with his gun drawn.
“Yeah, well we better get moving. He’ll be stoppin’ at the nearest station and that ain't far from here.”
Everyone looked to Dutch who simply nodded and thrusted his hand in the direction of the quickly moving ground below you all, “Well let's go then!”
Your mouth fell open looking to anyone for an explanation better than the one you were thinking of.
“He wants us to jump?” You asked nobody in particular.
“There's nothing to be afraid of.” Charles said.
“It ain’t that far a jump, and the trains slowed down right now which is why we gotta be quick about it, now c’mon.’” Arthur was the first to take the leap, landing on his feet with barely any trouble and hopping onto his horse who was waiting not too far with the rest.
After that everyone followed suit and you felt your hand being grabbed as you were gently but quickly pulled to the edge. You closed your eyes and tightened your grip around Charles’ larger hand.
Arthur was right, the jump wasn’t that far but it being your first time jumping off of a moving train you were bound to stumble and stumble you did, falling but Charles just barely catching you as you did.
“Are you okay?” He asked, genuine concern glowing in his warm brown eyes. Your dizziness allowed you to become lost in them much too easily. You felt the sweet sensation of butterfly wings in your stomach as he held your waist to lift you up off of your knees. Charles was a very large man, that was no secret but it was something you could almost forget due to his gentle nature and quietness. But now here he was towering over you and somehow you’d never felt safer. He asked you again, sounding even more worried at your silence. You broke your stare looking down at your feet embarrassedly. You noticed now how bad your knees stung but it wasn’t bad enough to mention. You couldn't even see them under the dress you were wearing, which was no doubt ruined.
“I’m fine. Thank you alot, I was—Thank you Charles.”
He smiled at you, making your heart stutter even more than it was already. You felt weak in his arms and he led you to his horse.
Riding with Charles was always therapeutic in a way. Your head felt so clear when he was around. Even if you were stressed or worried about things back at camp, having his body, solid and warm, pressed against you was bliss. Occasionally you could get a few words out of him. He’d lived such an interesting life and you couldn't help but cherish his stories when he was willing to share them since it wasn't often.
Back at camp Charles brought you back to his tent after making sure everyone was okay. You didn't ask any questions and allowed him to guide you by hand.
“You don’t even treat a girl to a date before taking her to your bed huh.” You joked sitting down at his mat.
He shook his head at you as he rummaged through his things, onyx hair falling over his face in a way that only he could make look so alluring.
“No, not usually.”
You tilted your head at this in curiosity. Up until now you hadn’t ever considered Charles taking on a lover. You supposed that you had no idea what he was doing those days he left the camp. He hunted, of course it was how you all ate most of the time, but besides that you didn't know where Charles ventured to. What if he had a girl already who he never mentioned. Out of everyone in the gang he seemed the most likely to go and do something like that.
“What do you usually do then?” You asked, deciding not to resist the urge to pry.
“Hm?” He said taking out gauze and a liquid in a glass bottle.
“With the girls you take to bed.” You said with a light laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“When do I have time to be with girls?” He asks you, taking your hand from his shoulder and into his own larger one. His hands were rough from work, but his skin soft at the same time. “Can I see your knee?”
“I can't even see my knee.” You say taking handfuls of the frilled fabric.
He looks down at the flamboyant hear over your lap, “I see that. You looked stunning all dressed up like that. All propper, it must’ve been strange for you,”
You blushed trying to hide it by looking over your shoulder, “I did feel pretty. It was strange, yeah.”
“You’re always gorgeous, the only difference if you look all high-society now,” He says. “Maybe you could take off the first few layers of it.” He suggests.
You nod and try not to seem so alarmed at Charles telling you to take off your skirt before him. . . at least the first few layers of it. You stand up, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to stand. He looks up at you, your eyes following his as you begin removing your skirt. You decide then to undress down to your chemise and the deep blush colored corset on top of it. You felt your body heating up at the feeling of Charles’ eyes on you. Your heart was beating at a mile a minute by the time you sat back down, positioning your knees up. His touch was as soft as ever when he brought the saturated cloth to the torn up skin of your knee. He held your leg steady with a sturdy grip when you jerked at the feeling.
“Ouch!” You hissed looking at him with a furled brow.
“Shh, I know,” he said in a low soothing voice that made you feel warm all over.
While he's tending to your wounds you become conscious of how your breasts are nearly exposed through the thin cotton of your chemise. At first you find it funny. Charles has always been extraordinarily gentlemanly. Respectful in everything that he did, even then the acts themselves weren't too respectful. Always helping you down from your horse and defending you from any rude comments . He was your protector of sorts, someone to rely on. Still, he was only a man and you noticed his glances below your eyes. Not that it bothered you. Knowing that at the very least he was attracted to you was more than enough to add fuel to the fire you felt growing inside you. You lifted a shaky hand to glide through his hair, the soft strands caressing you back. He doesn’t stop his adamant work. He’s always been so nurturing. For as big and as tough of a guy he is he still has the most tender touch and heart, even if he doesn’t know it. Your hand smooths down over his hair down to his slightly scruffy cheek, tracing your finger over the scar there.
He sighs then, halting his hand that was working on your knee, “Stop that.” He says, sounding aspirated.
You immediately grow embarrassed, you couldn’t have misread all of the signs so terribly. You haven’t had the most experience with men in your twenty years but they didn’t seem that hard to figure out. Unless they were Charles apparently.
“I’m sorry. . . I thought that maybe—That you felt the same way.” You said trying not to sound too disappointed.
Charles looked up at you finally with an expression that you couldn’t quite read. You were desperate to hear his next words as you leaned in, not breaking your eye contact even though you felt yourself shrinking under his gaze.
“No it's not that. . . of course I feel the same way, who wouldn’t.”
“Then why?” You push.
“I’m not what you need.” He says and for some reason that's what sets you off.
“Yes you are!” You retort, “I’ve never met a man that I love being around as much as you. I’ve never felt like this about anyone else.”
“Sweetheart. . .” He says, you can tell he’s trying to dismiss you and you won't let that happen. When he tries to turn his head to break the intensity you wont allow him to. Guiding his face back to yours even closer. Your eyes shift down between his eyes and his lips and all you can imagine is how euphoric it would be to finally feel them against yours. You sigh out a whispered, “please” as you shuffle closer to him crawling on your freshly bandaged knees to let your faces meet. You can feel his breath against your face as you lean down to leave feather light kisses. You can tell how bad you’re affecting him. Your hand wanders to lie flat against his solid chest, feeling his breathing speed up from your touch. He warily made a move to grab at your waist. With how thin your dress was his touch sent shivers down your spine and you vocalized your appreciation with a quiet moan.
“We shouldn’t do this. . . you deserve someone better. . .” He says trailing off.
You stop your trail of kisses down his throat to shut him up with your lips on his. You didn't realize how bad you wanted him until you had your first taste, it was addictive and you could barely control yourself.
“Please. . .” You begged again, not exactly sure for what.
“What is it?” He asks knowingly.
“I need you.” You say plainly to his surprise.
Your hands migrate down to your own hips where Charles’ are unmoving. Like he's afraid to scare you away. You grab at his wrists, barely able to fit your hands around them and press his hands against your breasts over your chemise. You let out a blissful sigh as his fingers move to tease your nipples through the fabric, You’re almost embarrassingly responsive to his touch, gladly accepting his tongue into your mouth when he pries. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this by anyone other than yourself.
You reach behind you attempting to unlace your corset as it becomes harder to breathe under its restraint, Charles quickly catches on reaching behind you and releasing its binds. You let out a breath feeling slightly lightheaded.
You decide then that if things were ever going to get to where you wanted them that you would have to make the first move on your own since he was much too hesitant about this than you were. You grabbed the hem of your chemise and pulled it over your head, letting it fall behind you.
“You’re beautiful” he said as he looked over your now exposed body. The contrast of your nudenes and Charles still being fully dressed should have made you insecure but instead you found yourself even more turned on. You moved yourself back towards him, basically straddling him as you hovered close to his face. He was much less reserved now, gliding his hands down over your hips and thighs, feeling your soft skin under his finger tips. His touch was nothing short of electrifying but still you ached for more.
“Touch me.” You say in a whisper. You’re both so close to each other that that was all that was needed.
Charles didn’t need to be told twice and brought a confident hand down between your bare legs. You can barely stifle the moan it evokes, you try to cover your mouth but it barely does anything to stop the sound from escaping. The tents are only but so thick, any sounds louder than a whisper would be heard by anyone close by. You prayed that everyone else had gone to bed now but you couldn't say that you were even the slightest bit interested in stopping.
“You feel how wet you are for me?” Charles says right next to your ear while gliding his fingers over the folds of your cunt. You nodded, feeling in a daze. It was almost overwhelming how good he felt against you; he played with you for a little bit, rubbing against your clit with his large fingers causing you to twitch against him. When he finally pushed a finger in you let out a groan that was much too loud.
He chuckled at the sweet sound bringing his other hand to your lips, “Shh” he said to you for the second time tonight.
The stretch was unfamiliar as his fingers were so much bigger than your own. It took quite a minute of him fingering you like that slowly until he was able to add another finger without you squealing.
“This alright?” He asks. The feeling of your wet cunt squeezing his fingers had him unbelievably hard and it was starting to become uncomfortable. He watches as his fingers disappear into your cunt slowly, he lets himself imagine what it would feel like to slide himself into you instead of just his fingers. He wonders how tight you would feel around him and how close you two would be, intertwining like that.
“Yeah, yeah just. . .keep going please,” You beg him pathetically.
He looks down at you with dark, hungry eyes; you feel like prey about to be devoured and it's the most arousing thing. “Such’a good girl,” He says huskily. “Gorgeous,”
He leans down to kiss your mouth messily, pushing your hair out of your face as he does so. You can barely kiss him back as he thrusts his fingers into you at a relentless pace, sounds of your wetness echoing through the tent like an obscene melody. You groan out this high pitch sound as he shifts his abuse to your clit, rubbing experticity and leaving you extremely skeptical of him”not having time for other women,” You're not spared much time to feel jealous though before pleasure starts creeping up on you in waves that have you grasping at Charles’ biceps.
You feel yourself getting close, but all that you can seem to get out are these whinny slurs of words you couldn't quite make out. Curses and pleas all mixed with cries of Charles’ name.
“Let go for me, sweet girl.” He says.
When you do it’s explosive, like a dam breaking and you can feel the rush of ecstasy flow over you. He guides you through your orgasm holding you close and whispering sweet nothings as he peppers your face with kisses. It takes you a while to catch your breath and become able to kiss him back properly, but when you do, you throw your arms around him tightly. The sheets beneath you are soaked and your head is filled with thoughts of the man in front of you.
“Was that okay?” He asks you and you laugh. The sound makes him want to kiss you again.
“You ask that like I didn’t just lose my mind under your touch just a moment ago,” you say lying your head against his clothed chest, “It was more than okay, better than i’ve dreamed about” You say looking up at him dreamily.
“You’ve dreamed about it huh?” He asks, stroking your hair, then trailing down to your bare shoulder.
Somehow even after what had just taken place he still managed to make you bashful.
“Maybe a few times. . .I felt so silly wantin’ you like that when I didn't even know if you were sweet on me too.”
“I’ve always been sweet on you, ever since you started running with us. It’s just that I’m not the kind of man for someone like you. Or at least that's what I thought, I’m not sure what I think anymore.”
You frowned at hearing him doubt himself. You Wanted to tell him that you didn’t have eyes for any other man and that he was all you seemed to think about anymore, but you decided against it, things were already going to be heavy in the morning.
“Then don’t think, just hold me.” You instructed him softly.
You both fell asleep in his tent together, leaving the rest of the gang to assume things in the morning that you’d both never hear the end of. All that mattered to you was the security of Charles’ strong arms holding you close. You somehow knew that things were going to be alright somehow.
#rdr2#rdr2 fanfic#red dead redemption 2#charles smith x reader#charles smith#arthur morgan#john marston#dutch van der linde#van der linde gang
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Arch Your Back (NSFW 18+)
A The Rose That Grew From Concrete Fic
AN: arch my back for Urban? You don't have to tell me twice 😏
This has to be one of my favorite Urban fics I’ve ever written so let’s get to it!
Synopsis: putting your boyfriend in "yoga positions" for a tik tok video only leads to him wanting to blow your back out
Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Singer!Reader
Requested by my bby @blackenedsunflowers 😘💕 hope you like this!
Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere
DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU AREN’T 18+
It had been awhile since you had seen your boyfriend since he had been on tour with Jack and you were on tour yourself. The Facetime calls just hadn't been cutting it and you found yourself a little sad and longing for his presence.
You were in Philly, and had three shows in a row. You were sleeping peacefully when you woke up and felt a pair of strong arms around you and had been up ever since not wanting to lose a minute with him even though you were exhausted.
As much as Urban was trying to get you to go back to sleep at least for another two hours, you weren't budging.
All you were currently concerned about was kissing him all over his face and playing in his curly hair.
"Babe, I'm not going anywhere. You can go back to sleep and I promise I'll be here when you wake up."
"No. I missed you too much and I know you won't be able to stay with me for a long period of time so I'm soaking this all in."
"Hmm, I know something else is probably soaked too but..."
Without warning you quickly got out of his embrace and straddled him making him smirk and grab a hold of your hips.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"Take a nap because you're going to need it baby girl. Haven't seen you in a month and we goin multiple rounds and you're going to need all your energy. Go to sleep."
One thing that you admired about your boyfriend is the way that he truly cared about your well-being. Past relationships left a bad taste in your mouth. But Urban?
He was different.
A good different.
You let out a huff but complied as he flipped you to the side so that you could lay on his chest.
"Sweet dreams, my baby."
When you woke up, Urban was nowhere to be found leading you to roll your eyes at the empty spot on the bed next to you.
You snatched the comforter off of you and then went into the living room area of the suite in search of your boyfriend.
You spotted him stuffing a fry in his mouth and looked startled upon seeing you with your arms crossed.
"Urby..."
"Baby..."
"Did you get food without me?"
"Uhh no." He quickly answered before swallowing and coming over to you to kiss your forehead.
"Nuh uh. Are those McDonald's fries?!"
"Yours would have been cold!"
"You know that you always wake me up for food!"
"I'm about to make it up to you later."
Suddenly an idea popped into your head about a trend that was going around that you saw on tik tok and wanted to try it out on your boyfriend.
Urban knew that you did yoga as something to help calm your nerves from time to time so there was no reason that he wouldn't fall through your trap.
"Hold on a minute, babe."
You left Urban looking confused as you went to grab your phone.
Once you came back, you pulled up the app in order to get ready to record.
"Urby baby, can you do me a favor?"
"What you need mamas?"
"I found some new yoga positions to try and I want for you to try them out for me."
Urban got a confused look on his face at first before shrugging.
"Okay, babe. What's first?"
You tried not to laugh as you decided to put him in one of your favorite positions first.
"Okay, on all fours."
"Hmm, okay."
"Now arch your back."
"Like this?"
"Nope, more."
"How's this?"
You stifled a laugh before answering him.
"That looks good babe, but now reach your arms straight out and look back at me."
"Whaaa? Okay."
You wanted to laugh so bad, but decided against it.
"Okay now stand up for me."
"Mm hmm."
"Do a split."
"Babe, what? What makes you think I can do a split?"
"Come on Urbannnnn."
He rolled his eyes but listened to your directions.
Once he finally got down there, he looked up at you to see what he had to do next.
"Now, bounce up and down."
"Y/N, what kind of yoga move is this?"
"I forget what it's called. Now one more."
"Let's hear it."
"Lay on your back and hold your legs in the air."
"These positions don't sound right but okay."
"Now, spread your legs."
"More."
"More?"
"More!"
"Got damn."
"Perfect!"
You now busted out laughing not being able to contain it anymore. The camera was still going as Urban put his legs down and looked at you confused.
"Baby? Thank you."
"Anything for you mamas now why are you laughing?"
"None of those positions seemed to be familiar to you?"
"No, I don't do yoga?" He answered you as if it was a question.
"Oh, but you can use those as sex positions for your girlfriend?"
Urban's eyes suddenly went wide before looking at you in disbelief.
"Babeeee!"
"What!?! Those just happen to be my favorite ones that you put me in."
"You know what mamas?"
"Yes?"
"Turn the camera off."
"Wait, what?"
"NOW."
Urban then grabbed a hold of you and roughly kissed you sending your body into a frenzy.
"Alright mamas. Since you like to play games we're doing every single position that you put me in earlier. Imma blow your fucking back out."
"Hmm, what's first?"
"I shouldn't have to even tell you. Get on your knees and arch your back."
You weren't wearing anything other than one of Urban's shirts so once you peeled that off of you there was nothing but easy access forgetting you added yet another piercing which quickly caught Urban's attention.
"Babe!"
You forgot to mention that you got bored a few weeks ago and went to get your nipples pierced knowing that they would send Urban over the edge.
"You like them I take it?"
Urban then reached down to take one of them in his mouth and then gave the same attention to the other one making you become breathless.
"Damn mamas I'm about to have fun with these. But for now I'm going to need for you to get on that bed and get into my favorite position."
You smirked and took your slow sweet time walking in front of Urban.
Once you were back in the bedroom, you slowly approached the bed before placing your palms on it and leaning forward.
As you climbed higher, you could feel your juices starting to cascade down your thighs and you were giving Urban the perfect view instantly making his mouth water.
"Fuck, baby."
By this time, Urban's clothes had been long forgotten and he was waiting for you to get to the top of the bed.
"Nuh uh mamas. Stretch those arms out in front of you. Don't act brand new."
He stroked himself a few times as he was admiring you and you did as you were told.
You felt two fingers slide in you without warning.
"Urby, I want your dick, not your fingers."
"Patience, baby. Let me admire this pussy and take it all in."
Not even a minute later you felt him slide into you and you immediately clenched around him.
"Shit, baby you feel amazing, but if you keep clenching me like that I know I won't last long."
"Sure you will. Mm, faster baby."
"I literally just slid into you. Give me a second and what I tell you about being patient? I know you missed me, but damn."
"Less talking and more movement please."
"I'm really about to tear your ass up."
Urban then increased his pace and was now pounding into you and you began to grab anything and everything near you to keep yourself anchored.
All that consisted of was bed sheets and pillows.
"Fuckkkkkk."
"I know you not trying to run from me mamas. You wanted me to go faster and you can't even take the shit?"
"Oh, shit. Ohhh, shit."
"Come on baby. That's my good girl. Fucking take it."
"You like when I take you like this mamas?"
"Mm, yesssss."
Urban then reached down to massage circles on your clit which he also noticed now had jewelry dangling from it.
You forgot about that one too.
"You been acting out since I've last seen you huh?"
You quickly shook your head no as you felt the familiar pressure build in your lower stomach.
"No, I haven't." You responded while trying to catch your breath.
With your new piercing, the increase in pleasure was out of this world.
"Oh, fuck. Babe, I..."
"I'm not about to slow down if that's what you were about to ask me."
Urban then increased his pace and him rubbing your clit sent you over the edge. All that could be heard was you letting out an ear piercing scream and squirting all over him and him releasing in you at the same time.
"Damn, did I just make you squirt?"
You were still out of breath, but Urban gave you a few seconds to recover so that you would be able to answer him.
"Hmm, shut up."
After you came the first time, Urban slid out of you and quickly flipped the both of you over.
Urban was now laying underneath you with his hands resting behind his head.
"You know what's next baby."
You had a look of confusion as you were still trying to come down from your high.
"I'm waiting for you to ride me."
"My legs..."
"Hmm, don't think I asked you that nor do I care."
As Urban answered you, he thrusted up into you and you placed your hands on his stomach.
One wrong move, Urban was going to slip out of you because of how wet you were.
"Damn, baby. It's like a slip n slide. I got you this wet?"
"Hmm yesss." You answered him as you increased your pace and he reached up to place one of your pierced nipples in his mouth and sucking.
You then wrapped your arms around Urban's neck and you knew you were getting close once again.
"Baby, I'm about to..."
"I know, me too. Come on mamas."
Urban then met you halfway and with three more thrusts, you came all over him.
Without giving you a chance to recover, he flipped you over and immediately slipped into you.
“Urb, baby. I..”
“Nah, mamas. Don’t tell me you can’t take it because you can. You can give me one more mamas. Come on.”
One thing about you is that you weren’t a quitter and you were going to see this all the way through.
You thought about how you needed and wanted to soak in all of this time with your boyfriend since you didn’t know the next time that you would see him. As sad as that made you, you pushed it to the back of your mind to focus on the task at hand.
“Urbannnn. I...”
“I can tell you’re almost there. You’ve been such a good girl for me.”
“Deeper, babe.”
“Oh, little miss who says she couldn’t take me anymore wants me to go deeper?”
“Yesss!”
“As you wish baby.”
You then wrapped your legs around Urban to bring him closer into you to get a better angle.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
And that was all she wrote.
You squirted all over him again and a mix of that along with his cum was now splattered across his stomach.
“Damn, two for two. I just need to figure out how I got you to squirt.”
“Well, we have a few days, don’t we?” You asked as you sat up and licked a trail of Urban’s cum off of his stomach before leaning up to kiss him making him instantly get hard again.
You already knew what that meant.
“We do and fuck that was hot. So, imma need for you to sit on my face, NOW.”
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No, seriously, this fic will literally make the teeth fall right out of your gums, completely rotted. So much fluff.
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First of all, thank you so, so much to @books-and-pumpkins for double-checking and correcting my French. I’m super duper grateful for your contribution to this.
Basically I seen a hc where Lockwood is fluent in French and spiraled from there. So here is an aged-up, married Locklyle.
Very long post ahead.
!BOOK SPOILERS!
french translation at the bottom if you’re curious
“Anthony, dear, could you bring me my sketch pad before you come down?” I shout absentmindedly to my husband. I hear his footsteps halt on the stairs before turning back.
I seldom use “Anthony” so casually, or even “dear”, but events that occurred while getting dressed made me want to milk my condition. The condition (which at the moment is relentlessly tapping on my inner rib) that in no way makes me incapable of going upstairs to grab my sketch pad for myself.
I position my chair in a convenient ray of light streaming in through our window, sitting with my body turned sideways to illuminate the swell of my sundress. I had discovered this morning - quite irritatingly, at first - that my usual skirts no longer sat comfortably at my waistline. Dresses and leggings were going to have to be my wardrobe for the next five months. Upon putting on one of the only two dresses I own, a plain blue one that cinched just above my rib cage, I was taken aback by how obvious my stomach had become. I no longer looked as though I had eaten twice the amount of biscuits I should’ve (although the cravings did often cause that), I look as though I am carrying a baby. Cause I am.
The kitchen door opens, and I look up to greet my husband, but instead I see George.
“You don’t have to look so disappointed, Luce.” He says.
George had moved out almost a year ago to live with Flo, but he still has a key. Honestly, I see him just as often as when he did live at Portland Row, since he comes around whenever he feels like.
“Good morning, George!” I smile warmly, because although I was a bit disappointed he wasn’t Lockwood, the hormones caused me to be quite overly fond of him. He looks at me oddly.
“Morning, Lucy. You look very pregnant today. Where’s my mug?” He begins opening cupboards and pulling out tea supplies.
I smile again, glad to know that the strategic arrangement of myself, my dress, and the utilization of the early afternoon light was working. “Should be in the same place it always is, Georgie. While you’re at it, could you make me a tea as well?”
I hadn’t made my own yet, I was planning on having Lockwood do it. George will do just fine, although his cup of tea wouldn’t come with the forehead kiss that always accompanies Lockwood’s cups of tea.
George stops and turns in his tracks, his gaze moves from the window, to me, and then to my belly. He scoffs.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He reaches for another cup.
“Then why did you pull that face just now?”
“I’m always pulling a face.”
“Yeah, but not usually at me.” I grumble.
He drops the tea bags in the steaming cups as he shrugs, “I see exactly what you’re doing, Luce. You could probably get away with it on Lockwood, but you forget that I have brothers, who all have wives, who have all been pregnant. You are perfectly capable of making your own cup of tea.”
“Seems to have worked a little bit.” I grin as he places my mug before me.
“Yeah, yeah.”
He sits down in his usual spot at the table, then pulls some papers out of his bag and begins rifling through them.
“Another gate found?” I ask.
The past few years, the Problem had significantly reduced, although the occasional gate would surface and stir up trouble; some were remainders of the Orpheus Society’s work, but usually they were attempts at recreating what the Society had done. DEPRAC was hard at work trying to figure out who was leaking the information about source gates; Lockwood and Co. provided whatever help we could.
We hadn’t taken an actual psychic case in over a year. Holly’s talents had faded a few months after the destruction of Fittes house - Kipps had offered to share the goggles, but she refused for fashion’s sake, and stuck to secretary work for the company. It wasn’t for another three years that Lockwood’s talents followed, and then George. At that point, we hadn’t really had use of our talent anyway, as opportunities for cases were not as frequent as they used to be. I wasn’t sure when my own talents faded, but I assumed they did by now; I hadn’t been in a situation where I had to use them. We work alongside DEPRAC now, giving them whatever insight we could about what Marissa Fittes had said of her involvement in the Problem. Lockwood was very influential in the cleaning up of the gates, and the removal of the nets blocking the spirits from moving on.
George proved himself in the research field, as we all expected, and was often giving lectures about the Problem, properties of sources, and how to prevent outbreaks from spreading. Lockwood and I found ourselves traveling outside of London, going to small villages, helping smaller agencies not only train their agents, but also provide insight into their most prominent hauntings. A few times, our guidance helped them find source clusters that were almost as powerful as a gate.
Much to everyone’s relief, the terrible headlines of ghost-touch and hauntings were becoming fewer and fewer. The Problem was on its way out, and whatever attempts to bring it back in were becoming easier for DEPRAC to squash. Agencies still trained, iron wards still hung, and lavender gardens still flourished, but the world was beginning to feel safe.
Safe enough to stop living everyday like it could be our last, safe enough for George to move out, safe enough to get married… safe enough to have a child. I smile and instinctively place my hand on top of my belly.
“Yeah, some nitwits in the country. It was caught after a week, but it was enough to stir up a poltergeist and a few changers it sounds like.” George says, looking at files over the top of his glasses, “They might benefit from you and Lockwood paying them a visit. They’ve only got six agents.” He flits his gaze back to me, and smirks, “Although, Kipps can go instead, since you’re not even feeling up to making your tea.”
I sit up defensively, “I can work and make a baby at the same time!”
“I thought you already went through the trouble of making a baby, surely you’re more professional than to do that while you’re working.”
“George, you must know, the professionalism part is ensuring you don’t get caught making a baby while you’re working.” Lockwood says from the doorway. “I see you’re helping yourself to my tea.”
He leans against the doorframe, my sketch pad in hand, regarding George and I. As always, he looks immaculate; a crisp, white shirt tucked into a dark pair of slacks, showing off his slender frame. Regretfully, my careful stance against the sunlight had been ruined during my conversation with George. Lockwood’s view of me does not include my sundress or my stomach, which was now hidden by the Thinking Cloth. Instead, I am hunching over my tea, glaring at George, cheeks slightly flushed at the implications of making a baby at work. I impulsively grab a biscuit and throw it in George’s direction, almost making it into his tea cup.
George picks it up and takes a bite, speaking as he chews, “Helping myself to your biscuits as well, courtesy of your wife.”
Lockwood grins at that. We’ve been married seven months, and we both still thrill at hearing others refer to us accordingly. Granted, George had been doing it since the first time he caught us snogging in the library, but it still sends a shock through my body when I hear it.
“You’re not feeling well, Luce?” My husband deposits the sketch pad in front of me and studies my face.
My eyebrows furrow, “I feel fine.”
“I overheard George say you’re not up to making tea.” Lockwood strides across the kitchen, heading straight to the kettle and tea supplies George had left out. I immediately take the opportunity of his back being turned to reposition myself, sunbeam, dress, stomach, and all.
I ignore George’s snort into his mug. “George doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“I’m right here.”
Lockwood looks in our direction, probably with some clever comment to reply with, but catches sight of exactly what I’ve been wanting him to catch sight of. His eyes begin to glow as they fall on my figure, a smile lighting up the room more than my sunbeam. “More tea, Lucy?”
I quickly down what’s left of my cup, “If you insist.”
He walks over, but instead of making for my mug, he grabs my hand and pulls me out of my chair, stooping a little to place both his hands over my stomach. His grin gets even wider, “When did this happen?”
“Overnight, I think.” We both beam down at the bump. He lifts his gaze to mine, our faces level, and goodness, those brown eyes in the sunlight could make me melt.
He places a finger under my chin, guiding me into a kiss.
“I’m taking my research to my desk.” George states loudly, I’m only slightly aware of the sound of him grabbing his papers and disappearing into the basement.
I wrap my arms around Lockwood’s neck, going on tiptoe so he can stand up straight. He drags his hands down my back in return, letting them settle at my hips. Probably disturbed by my quickening heartbeat, the tapping on my ribs starts up again.
I slightly pull away from Lockwood, he gives a little whine of complaint, trying to close the gap between us again.
“No, feel.” I grab one of his hands and place it back on my stomach, approximately where I feel the tapping.
“Lucy, every time we try, I can’t feel it.” Lockwood dismays. “It just makes me think it doesn’t like me.”
I shake my head, “Of course the baby likes you. Just try again, the taps feel a lot stronger today.”
I grab his other hand and place it on top of my belly, trying to position his fingers in the main spot of the movement. He allows it, but his face says that he still doesn’t feel anything.
He presses his lips together, waiting. After a moment, he sighs, almost moving his hands away.
“No,” I force them back in place, “They’re moving. Just talk to it.”
He obliges, “I want to feel the baby, mon amour, but -” he stops. I gasp at the same time, a kick right underneath my ribs had caused us both to hold our breath.
“Do it again.” Lockwood utters.
The baby does nothing, leaving us both standing still in anticipation. Abruptly, Lockwood’s stance changes, his expression one I recognize from so many years of casework and ghost hunting. He has an idea.
“…bébé?” He whispers cautiously. A kick, not a tap, responds. I gasp again, Lockwood lets out a breathy laugh, “Oh, tu aimes le français?”
The baby continues to move, causing Lockwood to stoop down again, practically on his knees to be level with my stomach. “Vraiment!”
“Keep talking!” I sniff, surprised by the heaviness in my voice. His eyes are glistening as he pulls a chair away from the table, sitting down to comfortably return his hands to the spot of the kicking.
“Je pourrais parler français, quand tu veux.” He continues, “Je pense que ta mère est très belle, j’espère tu lui ressembleras.” He looks up at me, still beaming, then back towards the baby. “Ceci dit… mon sourire t’ouvrirait beaucoup de portes.”
That part he whispers, as though he doesn’t really want me to hear. He’s begun talking too fast for me to keep up; to be honest, I lost him after “Do you like French?”, but his tone sounds suspicious. It doesn’t help that the baby is now going crazy, I not only feel it kicking, but it’s practically doing somersaults.
“What are you saying?”
He doesn’t acknowledge me, “On va causer des ennuis partout, même si maman nous crie dessus, si tu hérites de mon sourire. Et sinon, je t’apprendrais d’autres combines…”
“Anthony, what are you saying?” I nudge his shoulder.
“I forgot my tea!” I hear George announce loudly before he enters the room again.
I look up as he enters, not turning my whole body so Lockwood could still face my stomach. George halts at the top of the basement entrance, taking in the situation.
“Can you feel it?” He asks, more directed at Lockwood than me.
Lockwood nods enthusiastically, “Oui! Et il aime le français!”
“George, tell me what he’s saying.”
George moves closer, “Il?“
Lockwood shrugs, “Just a guess.” then leans down again to speak directly to the bump, “Peu importe.”
“Can I try, Luce?” George asks, now next to Lockwood and I.
I grab his hand and place it next to Lockwood’s, who adjusts accordingly so George can feel. “Just tell me what he’s saying.”
Immediately, George’s eyes widen. “T’aimes le français.“
“Lui, c’est ton oncle, il est un peu étrange.“
“Mais tu m’aimeras d’toute façon.” George says. He doesn’t sound as elegant as Lockwood, but it still annoys me that I’m the only one not understanding what’s being said. “Je t’apprendrai tous les gros mots, dans tout plein de langues.”
“Lockwood, I want to know what you’re saying.” I complain.
Finally, he looks up at me, “Oh, we’re back to Lockwood now? What happened to ‘Anthony, dear?’ from earlier?”
“Anthony wasn’t excluding me from a conversation with our child, Lockwood is.” I attempt to give him my best pout, but he frowns down at my belly, where the movement has stopped.
“Il aime pas quand ses parents se disputent.” George says, making the kicking start up again. “Besides, Luce, you had years where you were the only one that understood the skull, let us have this for a bit.”
Lockwood grins at that. Frustrated, I step back, causing both their hands to fall, and multiple groans of complaint. It even feels like the baby twists in disappointment. “This is nothing like the skull.” I say, “Besides, I filled you both in on what it was saying if you asked.”
“Not all of it,” George says, “It was pretty obvious you’d leave bits out.”
“The only bits I’d leave out were either hurtful to you guys, or unnecessary.”
“On the contrary, if you’d mentioned all the times the skull would tease you about me, we might have gotten together sooner.” Lockwood states.
George pulls an annoying face to show his agreement. “It would’ve saved me a lot of frustration.”
“So this is payback?” I splutter.
“Ooh, this is the first time a so obviously pregnant women has been angry with me.” George says, “Odd, considering you’ve been so nice to me lately.”
I glare at both boys in front of me, mouth open ready to scold them, but suddenly all the baby’s movement hits me, “You two are lucky I have to pee.”
“Always the lady.” I hear George say as I walk out.
George and Lockwood left Portland Row not too long after that, off to investigate the matter of the gate they had found in the country. When he returned, Lockwood informed me of what Barnes told him on the matter, and that we were welcome to visit the six agents and their supervisor, but Kipps had already made plans to do so. Beyond that, I didn’t speak to him.
I knew I was being a little unreasonable, and I wasn’t super angry anymore, I just wanted to avoid him getting on my nerves again so I wouldn’t shout.
I’m lying in the library, having just returned from a trip to the shops to buy a few more dresses, when Lockwood finds me.
He kneels beside the couch I’m at, brushing a piece of hair out of my eyes. “Je suis désolé.” He says, with a pleading smile, “It means I’m sorry.”
I sit up, allowing him to take the spot my head had just been, “I know what that means.”
He puts his arm around me and presses a kiss to my temple, “I wasn’t sure.” He murmurs into my hair.
I turn to look at him directly, “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have gotten angry, I ruined a really good moment.”
“I should have told you what I was saying.” His forehead leans against mine, instinctively I close my eyes and gently press my lips against his.
He sits back against the arm of the sofa, pulling me so I’m laying against his chest. It honestly isn’t very comfortable with my stomach, but I don’t move yet. “What did you say?”
I hear the lazy smile in his voice, “Just talking about how I hope the baby looks like you, and then when George showed up, I told him how weird he is.”
“Him?” I ask. We haven’t found out if the baby is a boy or a girl.
“Just a guess.” He says. “Quite worryingly, George promised to teach him all the bad words in every language.”
“Hmmm, that’s a problem we’ll have to deal with when it comes around.” I mutter.
We’re quiet for a while, only moving when I shift myself so I could be a little more comfortable. I almost fall asleep to the sounds of our breathing, but the baby starts its tapping again.
“Lockwood.” I move my hand, which is already interlaced with his, onto my belly.
“Is it moving?” He asks.
“Yeah.” I say, a little disappointed that he couldn’t feel the tapping anymore.
“Lucy?”
“Hm?”
“Je t’aime.”
Kick.
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Bonus:
I’m sitting at my desk in the basement, staring at the bulge underneath my t-shirt. Technically, Lockwood’s t-shirt, but I’d been stealing it for years, it’s perfect for the days I don’t have to be anywhere.
I hadn’t felt the baby move all day and I was bored of my paperwork. I wanted some company.
The past week and a half, Lockwood was having fun with the baby’s fondness of French. Every night, I fell asleep to him muttering to my stomach. He was speaking to it so much, I was beginning to catch him slipping into his second language absentmindedly, mumbling as he went about his day, or referring to objects in French by accident. It was pretty cute, to be honest.
Still, French was the only thing that caused the baby to riot. It would gently tap and move around casually, just for me, but only get excited enough for others to feel the movement when that language was spoken.
“Hi, baby,” I whisper towards it. “How’s your day been?”
Nothing moves. I sigh, rubbing the spot that I feel the most pressure at, trying to disrupt the baby’s sleeping. “It’s just me right now, no need to stay quiet. I’d prefer you do that when I’m actually trying to sleep. Although your father hasn’t really been letting me fall asleep without feeling you move.”
A flutter starts at the mention of Lockwood, causing me to smile, unsure how he ever thought the baby didn’t like him. “Yeah, yeah, Lockwood’s great. Him and his français.”
I say the word mockingly, but it still is met with a series of kicks. I sigh, “I’m afraid I don’t know too much French, baby.”
The baby gives a little turn, as if it is readjusting itself to hear better. A motherly bolt of sympathy goes through me, and I give in. “Erm… bonjour.”
A delighted flurry of tumbles starts up, making me giggle a little bit. “Comment allez-vous?”
I search my brain for all the French I had picked up from Lockwood, trying to form a sentence out of the random words and phrases I could remember. Nothing makes sense. After a moment, I lean back and sigh. “Sorry, baby, I think that’s all I got.”
The movement in my stomach lessens, like it’s calming down after being riled up. Which is kind of what happened.
Breathing in a smile, I say, “There is one thing I will always tell you, in whatever language I can say it.” The baby stills, anticipating, “Je t’aime.”
An excited lurch causes me to sit up, almost laughing, “Yes, I love you so very much. More than I understand yet.”
The kicks and tumbles continue, and I don’t get any more paperwork done that day.
Bonus Bonus:
“Lockwood…” I stare at the polish in my hand, breathing in the lemony fumes. “I think I want to drink the shelf cleaner.”
I don’t hear him get up, but I feel him behind me. Gingerly, he takes the bottle from my grasp. “Please don’t drink the shelf cleaner.”
~
Again, thank you so much to @books-and-pumpkins
As promised, here are the French bits translated:
Lockwood: ...my love...
Lockwood: ...baby?
Lockwood: Oh, you like French? You do!
Lockwood: I could speak French, whenever you want. I think your mother is very beautiful, I hope you look like her. Although... you could do a lot with my smile.
Lockwood: We’ll cause lots of trouble, even if mom yells, if you get my smile. If you don’t, I could teach you other tricks.
(after George reappears)
Lockwood: Yes! And he likes French!
George: He?
Lockwood: (Just a guess) It doesn’t matter.
George: You do like French.
Lockwood: This is your uncle, he’s a little weird.
George: But you’ll love me anyway.
George: I’m going to teach you so many bad words, in so many languages.
George: He doesn’t like it when his parents fight.
(in the library)
Lockwood: I’m sorry.
Lockwood: I love you.
(bonus)
Lucy: ...hello.
Lucy: How are you?
Lucy: I love you.
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