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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months

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Nena V

Barcelona Femení x Child!Reader

Summary: You're sick

It started with a little cough.

Ingrid didn't really think anything of it. Sometimes, you just had a cough. It wasn't really a big thing which was why she was so happy to leave you in Mapi's company while she went to do some media things.

Only, the cough seemed to be getting worse.

It started out as a little tickle in the back of your throat at breakfast and then got more and more scratchy as time went on. Your head started to pound too and your arms felt all weird and heavy in a way that you had never really experienced before.

"Hey," Mapi said, shaking you lightly," Are you okay?"

You shook your head, eyes squeezing shut. "My throat don' like me, Mapi," You said, squeezing at your neck as if it would help.

You coughed again. Your eyebrows drew together after it took you a while to stop.

From just outside your field of vision, a hand moved until it was pressed against your forehead.

Your frown deepened as you darted your eyes to the side. The hand belonged to Irene. You looked at her.

She was frowning too. "Does it hurt to swallow, Nena?"

You nodded miserably.

"Say aah."

"Aah!"

Irene moved closer so she could look in your mouth, frown deepening for a moment before she drew away and nodded.

"You've got a case of tonsillitis there, Nena."

You don't know that word but you nodded because Irene is a mama and mamas know things like this.

"Tonsillitis?!" Mapi exclaimed, her voice going very squeaky," Shit! Is she going to die? Do we need to call an ambulance?!"

Irene rolled her eyes. "She just needs some medicine and for you to calm down. Once Ingrid's back, you can take her home. It's not that serious."

Mapi certainly looked like this was serious. "Does she need them removed?!"

Irene laughed. "Not right now. If it gets worse or keeps happening then yes, maybe, but what she needs now is medicine and some water. Calm down, Mapi."

Mapi took a deep breath before panic flashed on her face. "I don't have kid's medicine!"

"I do." Irene pulled a little bottle out of her bag and shook it. "I was meant to bring it home for Matteo but I'm sure he can share."

You dutifully took the medicine even though it tasted kind of yucky and drank the water Mapi put in front of you.

Breakfast was easy after that but there was separate training for the defenders so Mapi had to hand you off to someone else to watch.

Tia Alexia sat next to you when she took a break from her gym session.

You felt better than earlier but still a little bad.

Tia Alexia checked your temperature like how Irene did and you leaned into her cold hand. She laughed.

"Careful there, Nena," She said," Don't go falling asleep on me."

"'m not sleepin'," You slurred, forcing your eyes open and squinting at her.

"Sure you're not," Alexia said, pushing the hair out of your eyes," But I need those eyes of yours open. Can I check your throat?"

Everyone had been checking your throat now. Irene did it earlier. Mapi did it a lot before she trained. Even Marta and Caro had looked at it for some reason.

It was routine now so you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue.

Alexia looked inside for a moment, nodding a few times before getting you to drink from your water bottle. She checked your throat again afterwards before she went back to her weights.

She kept looking back at you though, as if to check you hadn't disappeared or anything.

Honestly, you don't think that you have the strength to just up and disappear. You were content to be miserable on the floor with your scratchy throat until your next babysitter came to get you.

You missed Ingrid. You wish she finished her job so she could come and get you. Last year when you had the flu, Ingrid flew all the way back home to make sure you were okay. Mama didn't like that because she thought it was making you co-dependent or something but Ingrid and you didn't care.

Ingrid made the best soup and she had medicine that tasted nice, not like the one that Irene gave you earlier.

"What with the grumpy face, Nena?" Lucy asked as she joined you, poking at your cheek. "Why aren't you smiling?"

"Ingrid's not here," You whined," And I'm sick."

"You're sick? How come?"

"I just am!" As if the punctuate your point, you flew into a big coughing fit.

Lucy looked very worried, flapping her hands about like Mapi did earlier and looking around the room as if someone would save her.

Tia Alexia came back and wedged the straw of your bottle back into your mouth as soon as you finished coughing.

"When is Ingrid done?" She asked as you drank your water," Nena really needs to go home. Some cuddles and a nap would do her wonders."

"She should be done soon," Lucy said," I don't think she knows yet. I can go and check."

"No," Alexia said," I'll send Patri and Pina. You've still got a gym session to get through."

"I can wait with her until Ingrid comes," Lucy insisted, looking down pointedly at you as you began to scratch at your throat again," Do we need to give her more medicine? She looks uncomfortable."

Alexia looked at her watch. "We've still got another two hours before we can give her another dose."

You scratched harder at your throat and Lucy gently took your hand to bring it away. You whined a little, pulling out her grip. She was running warm. You didn't like that. You wish she were cold like Tia Alexia was.

Lucy was like a furnace as she sat next to you and you edged as far away as possible. You tugged at your shirt and kept having to shift around because your clothes were sticking uncomfortably to your skin.

Your throat was getting very scratchy again and you whined.

"Ooh," A new voice said," That doesn't sound very good."

You whined again and raised your arms.

Ingrid picked you up instantly, checking your forehead with the back of her hand and looking down your throat like everyone else had done.

"Irene says there's somethin' wrong with my tonsils," You replied.

Ingrid smiled, pushing your head into her neck. "That's okay," She said," How about we go home? I'll make you some soup and we'll have some cuddles."

"With Bagheera?"

"Yes, with Bagheera."

"Is your Mapi coming?"

"Mapi can come too."

"And I get soup?"

Ingrid laughed. "Yes, you get soup."

"Okay."

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simp4wom3n · 3 months

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I'd Fall For You In Real Life Too

Requested: Yes/No ~ Hello, I have a request for Reneè Rapp. Reneè is an interview and is asked about her relationship with former co-star, Reader. (An aussie artist and actress) The two have been spotted by paparazzi and have been all over each other's instagram and tik tok together.

Pairing: Renee Rapp x Reader

Summary: Renee joins Drew Barrymore for NY92, where Renee's Australian girlfriend unknowingly becomes the centre of the conversation. ~ Word Count: 1.8k ~ Warnings: legit none

A/N: HI!! I am so obsessed with Renee atm, writing for her is EVERYTHING. Pls enjoy my lovelies! For those of you who get what I'm referencing in the title, I love you <3

The dim glow of ambient lighting cast a soft haze throughout the auditorium. Conversations hummed through the air as you made your way to your seat, a few rows back from the front, as the excitement in the room grew. In an attempt to blend in with the sea of eager spectators, you carefully adjusted Renee's cap, which you wore, pulling it low over your eyes.

Once settled in your seat, you couldn't help but fidget with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. As the minutes ticked away, you kept your head down, the brim of the cap casting a shadow over your features as you eagerly awaited your girlfriend to arrive on stage.

Renee had been looking forward to this night all week, eager to see and talk to Drew again, even if it was in front of a few hundred people. The two of you had met Drew on her show about a year ago when you were doing press together for The Sex Lifes of College Girls, in which you played Renee's on-screen girlfriend.

Unbeknownst to everyone else, you had actually become each other's off-screen girlfriends around 6 months ago when Renee invited you to collaborate on a song with her for her debut album, and your relationship grew from there.

You had been inseparable since.

Hence why you were currently sitting in the quietening crowd as the lights above you began to dim and the stage became illuminated with spotlights.

The crowd erupted with cheers as Renee and Drew walked onto the stage, waving enthusiastically and smiling infectiously at the audience as the applause echoed throughout the auditorium. You couldn't help but be in awe of your girlfriend as she gracefully walked across the stage. Your eyes scanned her gorgeous figure, causing a rush of warmth to flood your cheeks as she looked out into the audience, eagerly looking for you.

As her eyes met yours, her smile grew even wider when she noticed the hat you had on. With a playful wink and a finger pressed against your lips, a blush crept onto her cheeks as she giggled, shifting her focus back to Drew as she settled into her seat.

Once they had taken their seats and the cheers from the crowd began to fade, Drew gazed out at the audience with a wide grin, "I'm proud to say that Renee and I were texting this morning and that we both showed up in pinstripes.". Cheers filled your ears as you couldn't help but be captivated by Renee's infectious laughter and radiant smile, which always managed to make your heart skip a beat. "We did, and not planned either," she said with a joyful laugh.

"Thank you, everybody, for coming tonight. I heard the bar was packed, so I like that action. That just made me so happy. I'm like, that sets a tone, let's do this." Drew enthusiastically addressed the audience, yet your focus remained on Renee. The smile she wore filled you with familiar warmth, and you couldn't help but smile giddily just looking at her.

As the conversation between the two of them began to flow, covering deep yet incredibly entertaining topics, your attention remained undivided as you proudly listened and watched your girlfriend, admiring every tiny detail.

"So the show... I've read that you are going to come back for season 3 sporadically," Your ears perked up at the mention of the show. It had been a watershed moment for you and Renee alike in your professional and personal lives. Not only was the show itself a massive accomplishment for you, but the exposure you and Renee received from it helped propel your music careers to new heights.

"Yeah. It was obviously a tough decision to make." Renee spoke thoughtfully, her teeth lightly grazing her bottom lip. "The show has given me so much, but singing was always, like, my main goal in life, so." She continued as Drew nodded along understandably.

"I feel as though, if you have multiple talents, it becomes a challenge of, like, how do you fit them all in, how do you make them work cohesively, how do you go in certain directions," Drew spoke as you listened carefully, her words striking familiar chords as Renee nodded along.

"And I think that kind of idea and way of living is very reflective of you and also of your amazing Australian co-star Y/n, who is also a singer and someone who you actually collaborated with on your album." Your eyebrows immediately raised at the mention of your name. You noticed Renee glance at you briefly as Drew spoke, a slight smirk gracing her lips as she did so.

Renee flushed slightly as she returned her gaze to Drew, "Yeah, without a doubt. Y/n and I are very similar in how we function, which I think definitely contributes to why we get along so well and why we love being around each other so much." Her nose scrunched adorably as the audience awwed at her words, a familiar red spreading across your cheeks as you melted into your seat.

"So you won't mind me asking how you and Y/n's on-screen relationship is going to go? Because, oh my god, the chemistry!" The crowd laughed as Drew fell back into her chair, her mouth agape in faux shock. You laughed along as you watched Renee hide her face behind her hands.

"If anything, being in more scenes with her is going to be what I miss most." It was your turn to hide behind your hands as Renee spoke, her eyes briefly glancing towards you. She laughed giddily as the crowd once again awwed at her comments. "That being said, though, I am really excited to continue exploring it. I love Leighton and only want what's best for her."

"Well, I'd say they're perfect for each other!" Renee laughed and thanked her as the crowd cheered in agreement. It was always heartwarming to see how much people enjoyed your work, especially when it was with your girlfriend - and even more so when it was about the two of you being in a relationship.

"I also presume that the chemistry comes off so authentic because, from what I've seen at least, you guys spend so much time together off set." The audience erupted in laughter as memories of you and Renee flashed through your mind, a big smile spreading across your lips as you admired your girlfriend on stage.

Her adorable giggles fill the air as she raises the microphone to her lips. "We do, yeah," she manages to speak from her laughter. Once her giggles had calmed down, she continued. "I am madly in love with that woman." your cheeks glow red even in the dimly lit crowd as she talks, your breathing deepening as your eyes raked over the love of your life.

"We spend basically every day we can with each other, and if we're not together, we're either texting or calling. It's great." Her cheeks flush a deep scarlet, and her grin grows wider by the second as you watch her.

"The paparazzi are certainly loving it," Drew commented, her eyebrows raising slightly. "Yeah, they are," Renee replied, a wry smile playing on her lips. "How do you feel about that?" She had grown somewhat accustomed to the constant presence of the media with their flashing cameras and relentless pursuit, but she still didn't love it, to say the least.

"I'm not a big fan of how intrusive they are and how they, like, force the whole 'public relationship' thing on people," Renee confessed, her words laced with frustration. The never-ending attention and gossip surrounding her love life had proven to be the most difficult part of her experience in the public spotlight.

Your heart skipped a beat when Renee mentioned the public relationship. Although no one had initially caught on, you knew someone would put it together in a matter of seconds, and whilst that thought scared you, it also brought a giddy smile to your lips.

You watched as the revelation hung in the air, a brief silence falling over the crowd before one of the audience members screamed excitedly, followed by several others as the realisation swept through the crowd.

"Wait… Are you guys dating?!" Drew burst out happily, unable to control her excitement as she, too, realised what Renee had alluded to.

A fierce blush spread its way across Renee's cheeks as she quickly moved to cover her wide smile and red cheeks with her hands. The crowd roared with excitement as she began giggling uncontrollably. You smiled proudly as her eyes met yours, shyly nodding for her to continue.

"Yeah,"

Screams and cheers erupted from the audience as Drew bounced in her seat. "Oh my God! You're kidding! "Tell me everything." Renee continued to laugh briefly before it faded: "We've basically been together since we worked on my song together."

The revelation hit the crowd like a wave, and your heart raced amid the uproar. The secret you and Renee had kept hidden for months was now revealed on a public stage, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness in the pit of your stomach. The spotlight had shifted not only to Renee but also to the secret love story that, until now, had played out behind closed doors.

Drew's exclamation mirrored the audience's sentiments, but your attention was drawn to Renee at that point. She sat there, bathed in the light from the stage lights, her eyes sparkling with a mix of vulnerability and joy. Your heart swelled with pride as she openly shared your relationship with the world, and you couldn't help but admire her.

"That's amazing! Did you like her before that?" Drew inquired, her eagerness palpable, echoing the curiosity that resonated throughout the auditorium. You held your breath, waiting to hear Renee's response.

"Of course I did. I had like the biggest crush on her the second we met." Renee confessed, her words hanging in the air like a melody that resonated with the audience as they collectively awwed. "Plus, her accent is like the cutest thing you will ever hear."

Drew leant slightly forward, her gaze fixed on Renee. "Is she here tonight?" she inquired curiously. Renee's lips curled into a mysterious smile, the stage lights reflecting the contours of her features. "She might be," she said, a small laugh escaping her lips afterwards. Her affectionate gaze moved across the dimly lit room, briefly meeting your tender gaze. She smiled softly as she spoke.

"And, to my girlfriend, who may or may not be here tonight, I love you so much, baby."

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fangirlies · 1 year

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Mission accomplished- (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: You only had one mission. That was to get Enid and Ajax to ask each other to the Rave'n. But you couldn't achieve it without a particular tortured artist's help.

Warnings: fluff. some cursing. (Please let me know if i should be aware of anything else)

Word count: 2k

Is there such thing as too much fluff? with me, never. Feedback is always welcomed! (It’ll make me feel better about spending the whole day on this writing) enjoy friends!

Tortured artist hm’ you thought to yourself. Why was he known as a tormented and mysterious guy? What was his story? The entire quad blurred, and the only thing you appeared to focus on was the tall brunette boy concentrating on his mural. It was beautiful you must admit. He appeared to be completely immersed in his painting. It wasn’t the first time you saw him completely fixated on his work. And it definitely wasn’t the first time you noticed him.

“Um hello… earth to y/n!” You heard snapping as you focused on Enid rather than the boy who had suddenly become a fixture in your mind.

"Yes yes, I heard you. I think you should definitely ask Ajax to the Rave'N" you weren't entirely paying attention to your best friend's 10 minute rant about reversing roles and taking pride in asking a guy to the dance for a change, but you picked up a few things here and there before your mind wandered elsewhere. Something to do with feminism? You weren't sure, but it seemed like a good idea.

You knew both Enid and Ajax had feelings for each other. In fact, everyone knew but they seemed to be the only ones who couldn’t see it. Isn't that cliche? The boy likes the girl. The girl likes the boy. They were naïve to the fact that their nerves were standing in the way of everything.

As Enid's best friend since the day you started at Nevermore, you were well aware of her crush on Ajax. It was adorable. She stared at him as if he were the only one who could complement her loud personality. She couldn't get enough of him, so you made it your goal to ensure Enid gets a happy ending. You knew she deserved it the most.

You weren’t thrilled about this Rave’N dance the school was hosting. As an outcast in your old normie school, you never got to experience these kind of things. You weren't planning to start now, no matter how much Enid pleaded.

"Are you sure it won't make me look desperate? I don’t want to ruin things with him.” Her brow wrinkled in intensity. You knew how much this meant to her.

"I don't think so, E; I think he'll be glad!" You reassured her while comforting her shoulder. "You have two and a half days to gather the courage to ask him," you said, smiling as you collected your books from the table and tossed them into your book bag.

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The school bell rung, indicating the end of the day's final class. It also marked the start of your master plan. Mission: "Get E and A in the same room... alone."

“Psst hey, Xavier!” You really had no idea why you were whispering in the hallway. There was no one around you anymore as you tried to catch up to the tall and lanky boy. Xavier glanced around, a puzzled expression on his face. Sure, your two best friends were madly in love, but that didn't necessarily mean you and Xavier had to be friends. Acquaintances? Sure. Give each other a quick smile and a nod as you pass in the hallways? Fine. Meet in an empty corridor after class? Never.

"Hey," you finally got to him. Breathing heavily. Your gaze wandered over the attractive boy in front of you as you attempted to recover your breath. Man, he sure was perfect - even from up close. His sage-colored eyes drew you in. His long brown hair had been pulled back into a low bun. Free of imperfections, you thought.

"Did you have a question for me?" The 6-foot giant catches your attention by waving his hands. You shook your head, hoping to clear your mind of your thoughts of him. You were on a mission and were losing sight of it.

"I'm sorry." You took a second look around to make sure the coast was clear. "Enid has been dying for Ajax to invite her to the Rave'n. We all know Ajax is too pussy to ask her. So, I'm thinking we could finally force them to ask each other. tonight. The night shade library. Tell Ajax to meet you there and I’ll do the same with E. This needs to work or I'll spend the next few days listening to her overthink. So, what do say?” Repeating the plan out loud did sound crazy but you didn’t care. You wanted to see your best friend happy.

For a few moments, the boy was deafeningly silent. Perhaps you did sound a little insane.

"I'll do anything to stop hearing Ajax talk about his massive crush on her. I can’t take it anymore. I'm glad to hear that you're in the same boat as me. How does 7:30 sound to you?" Your expression brightened as your scheme began to take shape. Half of your grin was caused by the fact that this was your longest conversation with Xavier.

You two exchanged phone numbers to ensure the success of your plan. You both decided on the excuse you'd give and the time. Everything seemed to be going according to plan.

It was now 7:15 p.m.

From x.t- 7:15 A and X headed to nsl

With these code phrases, you couldn't help but chuckle. He was taking his role seriously. Gosh, he was so stupid.

To x.t- 7:16 Copy that, x. E is wrapping up and we’ll be headed your way

You continued his silly game and stuck your phone in your back pocket.

“Hey E, just wanted to say thanks for coming with me to the library. I really need that book for an essay, and I was scared to go alone," you continued your lie, resting against the bathroom door frame.

“Of course! What are best friends for if not to scare monsters away with their colorful claws?" Enid remarked, extending her sharp claws of various colors. She'll forgive your lie once she realizes what the night has in store for her.

After slipping out of your dorm room and into the hallway, the two of you discussed the latest school gossip.

To x.t- 7:28 E and I are about to enter. remember our plan.

You hit send as the Edgar Allen Poe statue came to vision. Enid snapped her fingers twice, causing the statue to recoil and reveal a stairwell leading to the library. To Enid's surprise, she found herself face to face—no, face to chest—with Xavier.

“What the heck are you doing here?” She inquired.

"What exactly are YOU doing here?" You were amused by Xavier's stab at reverse psychology. He didn't even wait for the blonde girl to respond before walking away and vanishing into the quad.

"God, he's always so weird," she sneered as she walked down the stairs. You weren't following her down again, much to her dismay. Instead, the statue had been closed. Keeping the poor girl from fleeting.

"She'll thank me later," you reasoned as you dusted your hands. The rest of the night was up to them; your work here was already done. You started walking back to the quad and immediately jumped up in fear as you turned the corner.

“Did it work?” The towering boy emerged. He stuck around to see if your plan was a hit or miss.

You smacked his chest for inadvertently scaring you. "Yes, scaring me worked." You shrieked as you placed your palm over your heart, hoping to slow its pulse.

The giant laughed at your theatrics, revealing his perfectly white teeth. You realized that was the first time you'd ever seen him laugh. He was sexy when he wore the mysterious "bad boy" look, but this was a new look for him that you admired even more. His laughter had to be contagious. You started to laugh at this point, causing your cheeks to grow a crimson pink.

“Yes, E and A are both in position” you joked with a stern voice. Xavier nodded and walked up to a picnic table in the quad. You didn't fall far behind. He sat on the table, staring up at the sky. The quad possessed a glass ceiling, making it ideal for stargazing. You sat in the typical student seating rather than where your meal should have been put.

“You see that bright tiny circle up there?” Xavier gestured to the dark sky. You squinted your eyes and followed the path of his finger.

“Is that a star?” You questioned. "It's Venus," he explained. “Because Venus's orbit lies closer to the Sun than the Earth's, it tends to get lost in the Sun's glare. It's only visible for a few months of the year- when it's the furthest away from the Sun."

You stared at Venus in awe. It made you smile since it gleamed brighter than the other stars in the night sky. You returned your attention to Xavier, who was still gazing passionately at the planet. The fact that he was so familiar with the topic warmed your heart.

"Did you know it gets its name from the Roman goddess? It's the planet of love, beauty, and art," he says, his attention now fixed on you. When his gaze fell on you, you swore your heart skipped a beat. For a split second you wondered if you were dreaming. Or if this was a scene from The Notebook.

“How do you know all this?” You inquired. Moving alongside him on top of the picnic table.

Xavier shrugged his shoulders and turned to face Venus. "I know little about everything. I can't really tell you how I know things." The mysterious boy spoke up. Tonight was unexpected. Surprising was a better word to describe it. You never imagined it would turn out this way. You and Xavier talking, let alone star gazing. It was all strange and yet soothing at the same time. You felt safe next to him.

“Anyway, are you going to the Rave’n?” He leaned back on the table and ran his fingers through his hair, clearing it from his face.

“Me? nah, that's only for the pretty girls who have guys lining up and begging them to be their date. My mission was just to convince Enid to go." You stated the truth. You had no intention of going. Regardless of how much Enid tried to persuade you. You knew it was only a competition for guys to show up with the hottest date and for girls to show up with their finest dress. Not your scene.

“As a pretty girl yourself - I’m a little surprised you don’t have guys begging you to be their date,” he said standing up. You lowered your head to keep him from seeing the flush on your cheeks and the faint smile that threatened to leave your mouth. Did he call you pretty?

He stood in front of your seated body. Hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie. You could see the cheeky smile he was now giving you as you raised your head.

“What?” Your brow wrinkled as you questioned. Small smile still trying to poke through.

"Well," he said, looking behind him. "I guess I'm first in line."

You drew your brows even closer together and tilted your head. You didn’t understand.

"Would you be willing to go with me to the dance?"

Yup. Definitely like a scene from The Notebook. You eventually cracked a smile, and you didn't care if he could see the blazing red hue on your face. Although you weren't interested in these events, how could you refuse Xavier Thorpe? THE tortured artist.

"I'd - I'd enjoy that, X," you murmured, giggling slightly. The smile that made your heart sink reappeared on his face.

“You guys are assholes!” A familiar voice came from the opposite direction. You focused your attention on the gorgon and the blonde girl approaching you. “I was absolutely shitting myself when you left me alone in there” Enid playfully tickled your sides when you found your way off the table you were previously sitting at.

Ajax had his arm around Enid's shoulder. You and Xavier exchanged a quick glance as you realized what must have happened. Knowing that your mission was successful.

"Soooo. . ?" Xavier pressed, seeking the answer we already knew.

Ajax chuckled and lowered his head. “Yes man, I asked her to be my girlfriend”

A loud squeal escaped your mouth as you hugged Enid. The two of you were jumping up and down like girls in middle school when their crush passed by them in the halls.

"Wait," Enid said quickly, turning to face her partner, "does this mean we're going to the Rave'n together?" You three were laughing at her. Of course, it meant they were going together, but to be fair, she was excited and couldn't think straight. Her boyfriend nodded while rolling his eyes and returned his arm on her shoulders.

"Well, I guess we'll see you there," Xavier said, his gaze melting you.

"Wait, wait, wait, you two?" Enid extended two fingers in the direction of you and Xavier. Her expression was priceless.

"Are you going to the Rave'n? Together?” Ajax added. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he'd stoned himself based on the shocked look on his face.

Both you and Xavier nodded your heads, a silly grin on your faces. It was now Enid's turn to shriek and draw you in for a hug.

“Oh. My. Goodness. My bestest friend and my boyfriend's best friend? We're going on a double date? I can't believe this! I've got to tell Wednesday, she called it from the minute y/n transferred here."

Enid couldn't stop raving about this "double date" for the following two days. You and Xavier joked at the fact that your mission was accomplished, but it came with a new never-ending topic to annoy you with.

Authors note: Quick! guess my favorite planet and why! I started this december 11 and got tired of packing last night so i finished it so i can feed you girlies before i leave on my trip.

As always— requests are always open! Share your thoughts! Talk to me! Get something off your mind! ✨

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strikersexhaver · 11 months

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ACTUALLY ABOUT MY BRACELET REQUEST!

Can you do it with other characters as well? Preferably blitzø, moxie, millie, loona, octavia, and stolas?

It can be romantic or platonic, whichever you're more comfortable with or which suits the character more.

Thank you again babes <3333

(A/N) I love me some Striker, but I need to write some different characters LMAO! DW HE’S STILL IN HERE- I gotcha covered, I only write Via platonically however just as a heads up for anyone who wants more content of her specifically!

Helluva Characters with S/O giving them a bracelet!

Blitzo 🐎

You were crafting a little bracelet for Blitzø, as a thank you for bringing you into this family- IMP, was like a newfound home for you.

Even if it was a business, the co-workers were great- (even Loona- at times)

You even started a relationship with Blitzø, there’s a lot of hard moments with it sometimes but you still loved him and he still loved you.

Even if the idea of love scared him.

Hell, it did to you too sometimes- but you wanted to show him, regardless you’d be there for him thick and thin.

You crafted this bracelet that had charms of things that reminded you of him.

From Blitzø’s love of horses, to the IMP crew itself- plus that fancy revolver he carries around.

You thought of charms that represented little inside jokes you two had. The whole sha’ bang.

It was great! You thought before slowly getting a tad bit anxious, you know it’s unlikely but maybe would he turn it down if it seemed too unprofessional even for him?

Would people not take him seriously if he had this on? Or? Maybe he just- wouldn’t like it?

Your thoughts weren’t allowed to fester too much as you were startled at the sound of a door bursting open.

It was the one and only, Blitzø coming in with a smile on his face and sparkles in his eye.

“You’ll never believe what just happened- I got to pet- a pony! There was one outside, just chillin’ about and I got my chance to pet it- it ran away, but still got the chance too!” He rambled on, “I even drew it.”

He showed you a picture of a pony, you chuckled and smiled before you were able to say a word he slid over to you.

“Oh whatcha doing?” He looked over your shoulder and you tried hiding the bracelet.

“Making a bracelet-“ you said, testing the waters to see how he’d react.

“What type of bracelet? If it’s a friendship bracelet- I’ll be offended if there’s not one for me- just sayin’ no pressure of course.” He jest, you think.

You took that as the A-okay to hand him the bracelet you were crafting for him, rocking back and fourth with a grin on your face.

He took the bracelet as his smile got smaller, with a soft genuine grin.

“I- Wow- this- really was for me-“ he turned the bracelet to see the charms and his tail gave a small wag,

“Heh it even has the horses I showed you.. “ he scratched his neck, then he perked up with an ever larger grin.

“I’m gonna show this to Mox and Mills, they’re gonna be jealous I bet you right now-!”

He grabbed your hand and rushed out of the room with you, you smiled that he enjoyed it so much and you saw how he kept it on him at all times.

Even in fights- that made you the happiest demon in hell…

Millie 🪓

You thought about making something for Mills for a while kle now, but one of the main thing you thought of was- the main thing you knew how to do well for others.

Bracelets! You went out to get some charms, even made a few to fit her.

Getting one that was her iconic axe, a few things that reminded her of home and a black heart charm like the one on her shoulder.

You tried to make it a sweet as she was, yet fiery too because she was.

Making a little special thing for her made you happy, but it started feeling childish in some ways.

Dear Satan, when did anyone do this- outside of childhood? Y’all were adults now and, it felt kiddish to do this.

You debated on keeping it to yourself to save away from the embarrassment of giving it to her.

You scratched your head and sighed, looking around before putting away in a drawer.

Eventually you went off to do something else forgetting about for a while.

Till one day, you asked Millie to grab something for you out of your little work-station / desk, while you were distracted with what you were currently doing, you heard the pause of the searching of drawers.

Before you heard a gasp and her walking towards you-

“Did ya’… make this for me?” She looked at you with a large grin,

You blushed looking at the bracelet before nervously nodding.

“Y-yeah- it was supposed to be for you- I didn’t think you’d like it so I left it in ther-“

“Don’t like? Shug’ I love it! Anythin’ from ya’ I like? Ain’t cha’ realize that by now-!” she kissed your cheek with a smile before putting it on, doing a twirl while looking at her wrist.

“It’s so cute,” her tail wagged and she hugged you joyfully.

“I’m glad you like it!”

“I love it!” She peppered your face with kisses as she kept looking at it.

She loved it and you, to you- you wished you had given it earlier!

Moxxie 🎭

Moxxie’s a sweetheart, and a passionate fella everyone knew that- especially you.

He made you smile, you to him and you loved hearing his voice as he passionately talked about the things he loved.

From theater to weaponry, anything really.

He liked that you listened to him, and didn’t tell him to be quiet on the things he liked as other demons did.

You two got together, and it couldn’t be better!

But one day you decided to put that all together and put into a bracelet as appreciation for him.

Using charms on the bracelets, from theaters he personally liked the most- one of his favorites being Phantom of the Opera.

You used the mask of that as a little charm, then you put a few sniper model charms on it too.

Making it a little themed one of him! For extra measure, you added a cute small bowtie charm as well.

Putting in love and adoration into the bracelet.

You got picky with it however, and personally kept readjusted things to make it better.

Before having a frustrated sigh and breathing out a whisper to yourself saying, “how could he like this?”

Moxxie heard you as he passed by you-

“Not like what?” He said with a curious yet comforting tone, he walked over to you and pur a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey if- anyone doesn’t like what you do for them- that’s on them, okay? It’s on them, I like what you do- I like anything you do.” He smiled at you and you looked at his smile, his contagious grin that made you even smile a bit.

You nodded,

“Thanks Mox, it’s just- I made this for you and-“ you handed the bracelet off to him.

He looked at it and a wide grin came on his face,

“This is incredible- the detail on this! The little- the little- is that the mask from, oh my- this is amazing!” He put it on still looking at it.

“Thank you-!” he gave you a sugar sweet hug and his tail wagged as his leg bounced up and down.

You hugged back and smiled, holding him tight as you were happy this happened.

How just a little mutter he paid attention to, and how he proved to you regardless he’ll like anything and be there through anything with you. 💕

Loona 🐺

Loona you’ve always known to have a soft side underneath that aggressive and mean exterior, because she’s opened to you like that

She also can be an adorable dork, at times. It’s cute you’ve always liked that.

When you two got into a relationship, she was over the moon and happy about it- it wouldn’t be uncommon for her to even wag her tail when looking at you.

She’s even tried her best during arguments to calm down and not be mean, which is for her a lot of effort.

Albeit, today when you tried making her a bracelet you got a bit anxious she wouldn’t like it. Although you put as much love you had into it, putting all the things she liked into it.

Things you picked up with her, her enjoyments, her likings, plus all of the sweet things you two shared all into one as charms.

You had the beads be based on her eyes and fur, the colors of the moon.

You liked it and smiled at it, unfortunately you got a bit timid with showing her- you’ve seen how much she can dislike something.

Remembering that few times she’s smashed items she disliked because it pissed her off.

Even though she’s never expressed or acted like that to you, you fear if there ever is a day where that happens to you.

You looked at the bracelet and then looked at the reference image you used for the beads of you and Loona, you smiled at it then looked away.

Sighing you got up, with Loona you always have to try, in relationships in general you always have to try- she always tried, she did and you loved her for trying.

So, you got your courage and gave her the bracelet when you two met on your next date.

She looked at it, her tail started wagging erratically and her eyes widened with adoring shock.

She smiled, with her puppy eyes- she hugged you while trying to find the words to say.

“You know how much I love these little things! It has oh- you remembered that?” She chuckled, patting your back having her tail wag still.

“I look terrible for not giving you a gift this time, ugh- next date you’ll see-“

You smiled and hugged her, she perked up her body and her ears did.

She hugged back and her tail wrapped around you, the date went off to a great start- and if you wanna know it went great even till the end~ 💕

Octavia 🦉 🪄

You were friends with Via for a long time now, pretty much being buds for life.

You two shared everything together, whenever Stolas got on her nerves or Stella- even just them together in general she was able to vent her frustrations to you then you the same to her.

You the same to her, she may have been pessimistic in situations but you brought out a certain optimism in her that she thought she couldn’t really bring back up since her situation with her parents.

You two were close, like two peas in a pod, and you honestly- forgot you two didn’t have anything like symbolizing that like other friends do.

Like friendship necklaces or friendships bracelets, so you made the ladder.

You bought some beads and charms, then got to work.

You made it based on astrology. One thing you knew she adored was the stars, always the stars, both her and her father had in common was that.

You even remember talking to her dad about them at one point with Via.

You finished the bracelet and smiled, before running off to hand it to Octavia whenever you had the chance to.

You made one of your own too, to match with her.

You feared a bit not from what Octavia thought but what Stella would think, because from what you know she’s picky on appearances and might pick at the bracelet and get her daughter in trouble.

So when you gave it to Via you reassured her you didn’t have to wear it all the time, maybe not even at all but just know that you’ll always be her friend.

She let out a happy hoot when she saw it and shook her head no

“Are you crazy? I’m literally gonna wear this- all the time! I love this, it’s amazing! I think my dad would like this too-“ She looked over it and put it on.

She hugged you, then took a photo of you two wearing them in a selfie.

Then posting it to her Voxstagram, smiling at this.

“Literally do not care if anyone- even my mum talks about it, I’m wearing this. It matches with my favorite shirt too!”

She hooted again and smiled, you were thrilled when she said that and happy about it- scared she’d get in trouble but regardless you two just knew you’d be there for her even if something like that happened. ✨

Stolas 🦉 ✨

The way Stolas was, he honestly was appreciative of really- any nice thing that came to him.

His plants, his daughter, not his wife, and well- you.

He smiled at when you told him lovely things and he didn’t know how to respond, like how handsome he looked that day or how sweet he was.

His feathers puffed up- plus his heart skipped many beats, smiling at you with stars in his eyes. A faint blush over his face.

He was a passionate person with a loving heart that was just- something he wasn’t able to use, especially with his wife happening.

A relationship with you was controversial with the Goetia family, but he could care less as there wasn’t love in his ‘relationship’ with his wife anyway.

He smiled at the happiness he had with you.

You did too, it made you happy to see him happy and having instead of yearning for something positive.

You decided at one day, something small to give him would make him thrilled.

You made a bracelet that used a makeshift fake vine tying the bracelet together, with purple and blue beads.

Whilst using star-like charms on it to add to it altogether.

You spent a while on it, trying to make it look as fancy as possible to fit with his starry theme.

You got unsure if it would suit him or- if- if he would get in more trouble with Stella because of this.

It was lingering in the back of your head, but you wanted to give it to him because you know on weekends he’s lonely.

As weekends, Via is taken by Stella to her home.

So, during that time you visited him and as he welcomed you in with a smile. He was in his robe and you can tell he was- not doing the best that day.

You decided this was the best- you gave him the bracelet and he gave a loud hoot.

He took it and put it on without hesitation.

“You… made this… for me? Oh my, this is lovely- thank you, I’m cherishing this for the rest of eternity I swear-“

He smiled,

“You truly brighten my days even on the worst ones- i swear…”

He kneeled down (or just didn’t) to kiss you passionately and hug you tight spinning you around.

Stolas did NOT care if his wife got angered by it, he was getting a divorce anyway- let her be mad.

Striker 🐍

The gunslinging cowboy of the wild Wrath, you were surprised that you were able to date him.

With how prideful he was, and how confident he was- plus he was wanted (legally) and by other demons. So him looking at you, made your heart flutter.

He liked you, hell- he loved you, found you different and unique to other demons.

When you let him into your life and you into his, he gave you a wild ride. From his job, to at home, anytime was a fun time with him. He let you know how much you loved him.

You smiled at him whenever you’ve seen him.

But this day, he was at work- off killing someone you luckily did not know.

You decided to make him a bracelet, something that was reminiscent of his cowboy and western loving style.

Having it be less- fancy, and more down-to-hell.

You added the snake theme to it with the bracelet itself, then added a charm of a demon horse (more resembling Bombproof)

His hat, plus little additions of his favorite western movies you found from stores. Thankful that they had it-

You looked at it, you knew he probably wouldn’t wear it in in public all too often.

Especially on the job, because looking intimidating and seeming so, was important- you didn’t mind that. What you did fear was if it- wasn’t good enough for him.

You knew how much his appearance meant to him, how much he avoided the idea of being soft or vulnerable.

So maybe that this bracelet would refuse that for you, you sighed when you realized that.

Little did you know- because you were so focused- he came home early and surprised you, by kissing you on the cheek and holding you from behind.

“Heya’ darlin’-“ he grinned, resting himself in your neck and having his tail rattle with a low hiss of satisfaction.

“I missed ya’ all damn day, fuck ya’ got no idea- this bitch refused to fuckin’ die-“

You chuckled a bit,

“Wouldn’t anyone?”

“Well ya’ but- it would’ve been less painful if they did-“ his tail lowered down.

You looked up at him, then the bracelet, and he looked down at you.

“Whatcha’ got there?”

You smiled nervously, then showed him the bracelet.

Looking at his face for his reaction.

He smiled and took the bracelet.

“I wanted to make you something, since I had the time to-“ he cut you off with a kiss and lifted you up, his tail wagged and rattled.

“Darlin’ I fuckin’ love you,” he peppered your face in kisses with a grin on his face.

“I knew you’d love those movies!” He cackled which brought a smile to your flustered face.

“I can’t wear it all the time but… do me a favor and wear it for me when I’m not around, ya’ got piece of me nailed down into a band,” he smiled a bit before pulling you to him.

You know he loved you and you him, this just made it even better for both of you 💕

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jangofettjamz · 6 months

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Overwhelming

Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Your were nervous about going to the Scream 6 premiere, but it turned out to be a lot of fun... until it wasn't.

Words: 1993

3rd Person POV

The premiere for scream 6 was but a few hours away. Tensions rose as Y/N tried to prepare himself for the event, despite being an actor he has very secluded and did not enjoy the limelight as much as his fellow peers.

He had been trying to muster up the courage to become more socially involved in his work such as: going to interviews, late night shows, going to dinner with directors etc. Unfortunately, It just seemed for too difficult.

However, this time was different. He was going to try this time; to attend a premiere. He knew this would be no easy feat, the camera flashes alone would overstimulate him into madness but he was determined, scared but determined nonetheless.

His girlfriend and co-star, Jenna Ortega has been helping him to confront his fear of social interaction through love and support. She had studied his language and helped him navigate in a world that didn't understand him.

Y/N has also made a life long friend in Mikey Madison, who also happened to be close with Jenna. Though she never was on the set of scream 6 due to her character dying in the previous film, she remained close with the cast and crew and treated him as an equal.

Y/N, although adamant in his choice to attend the premiere, was still absolutely terrified at the thought of hundreds of people in one space wanting him to sign autographs, take photos and pose on the red carpet. It made him feel ill.

Jenna was his shield from everything. She promised to protect him from the cameras, should he not want his photo taken. She promised to protect him from the hyper fans who have little regard for personal space.

"Alright sweetie, I've got all your stuff in my bag: stim toys, plushie and snacks if you need one. If you need a break or want to leave just tell me, your comfort is my number one priority."

One problem; Jenna didn't pack the headphones and Y/N was too stressed to even remember them aswell. The noise would likely send Y/N spiralling.

"Jenna how many people are gonna be there?"

"Atleast a thousand people honey" she says sadly knowing that this was going to be tough for Y/N.

"We don't have to go you know, we can just chill here for the night." She suggests not really thinking of the consequences that could have on her career.

"Wouldn't you get in trouble?" Y/N asks but imm receives an answer.

"I don't care, as long as your comfortable it's worth it" she states making Y/N feels warm inside, like a scarf wrapping him up in the cold winter but on the inside.

"It'll be fine Jen', we're all ready to go now anyway so there's no point in backing out now." He reassures making her form a toothy smile.

"Besides I know how much this movie means to you and I wanna make you happy aswell." She approached him with loving intent.

She placed a hand on his cheek. "Can i kiss you?" She asked, knowing he doesn't like spontaneous kisses without permission. He nods and she kisses him lovingly which he reciprocates, light pink blush painting his cheeks.

Their private car soon arrived and they made their way to premiere. Y/N was on edge, he wasn't as excited so much as he was nervous.

Jenna held his hand rubbing soothing circles with her thumb and he put his head on her shoulder as she held him tight around his waist for the rest of the car journey.

The premiere was more packed than usual, containing around 2230 people; far more than they anticipated. The movie drew more hype than Y/N and Jenna thought possible, some just there to see Jenna.

This troubled Y/N, yes he had prepared to undertake an entire crowd but not to this extent. Jenna could sense his fear as if she was some sort of telepath and held his hand tight.

He started to stim by clicking him fingers and tapping him knees, though seemed futile as the feeling of overstimulation didn't seem to falter.

"Y/N/N, do you need your stim toys?" He nodded violently, starting to sweat as the noises from outside became more irritable.

She grabbed a fidget cube for him to play with for as long as he needed until they had to walk onto the red carpet. He slowly leaned back into her shoulder and she held him tightly again, placing feather light kisses on his scalp.

"Remember, we can always leave if you want." She reminded him wanting to make feel as safe as possible.

"I'm gonna be with you the entire time okay, Mikey's gonna be there too and she'll protect you aswell; we both will I promise." He nodded and took deep breaths while Jenna rubbed soothing circles on his back.

He took one final deep breaths before opening the door of the car and out into wilderness of: fans, paparazzi, reporters and fellow actors. He was gonna hate this.

He instantly grabbed a hold of Jenna's hand and she squeezed tightly letting him know that she's there. Fans wanted to Jenna to sign stuff for them, but she made it a point that she's putting his comfort first, much to their dismay.

"Let's go find the others okay, I heard Jack's here aswell and I know how much you two get along." Jack Quaid visited set often in vancouver when he wasn't Filming for The Boys and the two of them clicked because of their shared nerdiness.

Jenna and Y/N made their way up the red carpet and were called for an interview by Vanity Fair. Y/N considered his options, he could either do this interview with Jenna by his side and be extremely uncomfortable or walk away and still be extremely uncomfortable. The choices were negligible so he figured he'd do the interview.

They walked hand in hand over to the interviewer for Vanity Fair. "Well hello you two, how are feeling about tonight's premiere." She started

Jenna was the first to respond. "I'm so excited, I can't wait for everyone to see this film we worked so hard on it and I think fans are gonna be very satisfied with what we've created." She says smiling.

"Y/N L/N so lovely to see you at the premiere, how was filming with veteran talent like Courtney Cox and Hayden Panettiere?"

He answers "They're very lovely people and easy to work with too. This film project is probably my favourite one I've done thus far." The interviewer asked more questions before promptly ending the interview.

"It was very lovely speaking to you two, congratulations on the movie." Jenna looks at Y/N with a proud look on her face which made Y/N's heart do cartwheels.

She cups his face making eye contact with him. "You did so well Y/N, I'm so proud of you for getting through that interview. You should be proud of yourself too."

Y/N kisses her on the cheek thankful for her words of encouragement, he felt elated on this new found confidence, he wanted to do more and that's exactly what he did.

"Y/N/N!!!" He heard and he saw Mikey and immediately tackled her into a hug. She had become a very good friend to him.

"I'm so glad you came, you having fun?" She asked and he was indeed having a good time.

"Yeah you know what, I think I am having fun." He said with a wide grin.

Everything went great, he did more interviews, conversed with his co-stars and even took a few pictures with fans. He was having a good time... until he wasn't.

The next interview he did was with Fox News and they did not hold back on their questions. He and Jenna both went up to talk with them.

"Hello Miss Ortega and Mr L/N, how's you're evening?" she starts "It's going great, we're having a wonderful night" Y/N answers with tremendous enthusiasm, which will be snuffed out soon.

"Y/N is it true you have spaz attacks when people are screaming on set?" He was confused, Jenna was pissed.

"I'm sorry?" He says politely but still confused. "We heard that you have spaz attacks on set, it would be really unprofessional if you did you know." Now he was annoyed "spaz attacks" who does she think she is?

"I don't have meltdowns on set, or "spaz attacks" as you call them when people scream on set. The screaming is on script so why would I complain? Has anyone ever told you you're extremely unprofessional and terrible at your job?" He says, his voiced laced with venom.

Jenna snickered, she was proud of him for taking a stand for himself, plus she thought is was hot. But that confidence soon faded.

The interviewer says under her breath "Yeah well atleast I'm not a retarded spaz like you" just low enough for the camera's not to pick up but Y/N and Jenna heard it well. Jenna was PISSED.

Suddenly Y/N felt his confidence diminish, the voices around him became louder, the camera flashes became more irritable, creating spots in his vision. He could practically hear all the clicks and cracks coming from each of the cameras as they snap photos.

The colors around him became more and more irritable to look at; too bright so he clamped his eyes shut. The voices and music hammered his ears drums, he held his hands to his ears and started to hyperventilate, thoat closing up in the process. He was having a meltdown.

Jenna saw this and instantly whisked him away from the crowd and into the theatre, they found a quiet corner and begun their techniques. She searched through her bags only to find that his headphones weren't there, he started to panic.

He babbled uncontrollably, he needed his headphones to block the noise. She pulled out her headphones that she carried with her 24/7 and moved his hands and put them over his head; noise cancelling too so that helped.

Once she put her headphones on his head she began to speak. "Honey, can I hold you?" She says, her voice quiet and muffled due to the headphones but he nodded nonetheless.

"We're gonna rock okay?" She says and he nods they begin to sway side to side. His head was in her chest and her head on the top of his, she was his safe space and he was so thankful.

After a few minutes he took the headphones off, but was still feeling non-verbal. Jenna continued her rocking as she began to speak.

"What she said was bullshit, you know that don't you?" He shrugged in response. "Sweetie, you're not a spaz or retarded or whatever horrible words she called you, she's just a bitch and she will be dealt with, believe me."

He nodded against her chest. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, buddy. I hope you didn't regret coming here." He shook his head, he didn't regret it and he had fun.

She pulled something out of her bag. "Here, I've got your ghostface plush. You wanna take him with you while we watch the film?" He nodded and they made their way into the screening.

They sat down and Y/N put his head on her shoulder as she stroked his hair to keep him regulated, keeping a vice grip around his body as they watched their new movie.

In moments like these he felt safest, like no could hurt him as his girlfriend shields him from all the bad things in the world. It felt like home. She felt like home.

Despite everything that just happened, he was very happy.

#jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega #scream 6 #autism #male reader

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winterrrnight · 10 months

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could i request something with a fem reader that’s of another cast from a different show of your choice, & she meets drew through madelyn. maybe they hit it off on their first meet and start texting one another almost every night. basically a mutual pine and by the end they admit their feelings. make it real fluffy!!

love your writing btw 🖤

thank you for the request anon!! The idea sparked a huge inspiration in me and I loved writing this! I definitely got carried away while writing so this is longer than most of my stuff. I added a small twist of my own and made the reader gender neutral :)

love affair

PAIRING: drew starkey x actor!gn!reader

SUMMARY: the reader and madelyn cline are co stars on glass onion. on being invited to madelyn's birthday party, the reader meets a certain someone.

WARNINGS: small mentions of anxiety, alcohol consumption, getting sick

EDITH SPEAKS: my first request! this is LONG, and this is GOOD and I LOVE how it came out!! I hope you like it too! I wasn't able to come up with a title so I decided to go with a song based title, love affair is such a good song i definitely recommend listening to it :)

Please like and/or reblog if you enjoy it 💌 feedback is always appreciated!

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It's your co star Madelyn's birthday today, and she is throwing a massive party. She's invited her friends from all the shows or movies she's been casted in before, and it's safe to say you're excited yet nervous at the same time.

You haven't been in the film industry for as long as Madelyn, you did a few minor roles here and there before you landed your major role in Glass Onion alongside Madelyn. That's where you met her for the first time, and you both hit it off really well. Glass Onion is your first project which got you a lot of exposure, so before Glass Onion you hadn't been to many parties thrown by big celebrities. This is the first one you're going to, and you're determined to make it one of the best nights of your life.

You quickly get ready, wearing an outfit which looks absolutely gorgeous on you and gives you loads of self confidence. You prepare yourself to socialise with many new people and to try to make new friends. There are going to be so many other people in the film industry; who knows, you may land a deal in another blockbuster project.

Your cab pulls outside of your house and you get inside it. You direct the driver to Madelyn's house and he takes you there in under 20 minutes. Before you can even reach the party, you can hear the music a distance away from her house, which tends to overpower your nervousness over your excitement.

The cab driver drops you outside her house. You walk up to the closed door and take in a deep breathe before ringing the bell. You can hear the chattering of the people inside. The door opens and you see Madelyn on the other side. You grin widely upon her presence.

"Happy birthday beautiful!" You say ecstatically, hugging her and kissing both her cheeks.

"Thank you darling!" She says laughing. She beckons you to come inside. You walk in to see the biggest crowd of people you've seen together in a house.

You turn to Madelyn and hand her her gift. "Oh my god you didn't have to bring me one!" She says, taking it from you and hugging you again.

"Nonsense! It's your birthday, you definitely deserve to get one."

"Thank you so much. Come on, let's get you some drinks and I'll introduce you to some people." You follow her lead to the kitchen, where she gives you a drink. You thank her and take the cup from her.

"Hey Madison!" She yells out. Madison turns around and sees the both of you. She comes up to you rushing.

"Oh my god hi!" She says, smiling widely as you hug her. "It's so nice to finally meet you!"

"You too!" You say, smiling just as widely as her.

"You were so good in Glass Onion, like, come on. That's some Emmy level acting right there." You feel your cheeks slightly warm up at her compliments.

"Thank you girl, but let's talk about Kiara! She's amazing and you're so talented!"

"Oh stop it," Madison says, laughing. You take a sip of your drink as you make some more small talk with her.

"Look there's everyone else," Madelyn says suddenly, looking across the room. You see she's looking at the group of the cast of Outer Banks. You recognise all of them. Madelyn takes you by your hand and you three make your way to the bigger group.

"Hey guys!" says Madelyn, and everyone replies with a varied version of 'hello'. Madelyn introduces you to everyone, and you hug all of them one by one and make small talk with them.

You and Madelyn now walk to the only person in the group who you haven't met yet: Drew Starkey. You may or may not have found him attractive in the show.

"Hi Drew, it's so nice to meet you!" You smile, and give him a hug.

"You too! I finally got around watching Glass Onion some time ago and you were out of this world," Drew compliments. You feel flattered from all the compliments you've been receiving today.

"Oh my god, thank you! But you as Rafe is just something else. I really cannot imagine anyone else playing him. You embodied his character so well."

"Thank you so much," he smiles. You feel your heart flutter at the small motion. You both join the group, and watch everyone talk and laugh among themselves. You look on your side at Drew, and take in how pretty he looks in the suit he's wearing. You notice the earring dangling from his ear and the rings he's wearing. You feel yourself almost swooning.

Drew whips his head in your direction but before you both can make an eye contact you turn your head away. You feel your cheeks heat up when you hear him chuckle. He totally caught you staring. You down the entire drink in your cup.

"Do you need some more?" Drew asks you. "I've run out of mine too."

"Oh... yeah sure." You both excuse yourself from the group and walk to the kitchen. Drew fills both your cups and you thank him for it. You start to feel your head slightly throbbing from the loud music playing from the speakers which are right next to you and Drew.

"Hey uh Drew?" You call him out. He hums in response. "Would you like to go out in the garden?"

"Are you okay?" He asks, slightly worried.

"Yes, yes I'm fine, it's just, the music is too loud and I'm starting to get a little overwhelmed by the number of people here," you say honestly.

"Yes of course," he says. "You'll feel better if you get some fresh air." You both leave the house and go to the garden. There is a small fountain set up in the centre of the massive garden, so you and Drew sit next to each other on the edge of the fountain.

"Thank you for coming out with me," You say, feeling grateful there's someone with you to help you feel more relaxed.

"You don't have to thank me sweets, it's all fine. I'm guessing big crowds aren't your thing?"

"No, they really aren't. I haven't been around in the industry to be used to such a huge amount of people in one room. It does make me anxious."

"Don't worry about it," Drew says softly. "It takes time to get used to it all, the big crowds of people, the paparazzi on the streets, the overwhelming number of events to attend. Your mind will slowly start to feel relaxed as you spend more time in this industry. Becoming famous comes at a price." He laughs.

"Oh it definitely does," you giggle with him. You both sit in silence, the sound of the music muffled. You have already starting to feel more relaxed, and you think it's because of Drew's presence next to you.

You like this feeling.

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"Okay now I have to try this casserole, you've mentioned it atleast five times already." You laugh. Your and Drew's position has changed from the edge of the fountain to the grass on the ground. You both sit in the grass, your legs crossed as you play 20 questions.

"What can I do, it's just that good," He says proudly. To every food related question you asked him, Drew managed to give "my famous chicken casserole" as the answer.

What you both have not realised is that it's been over two hours since you both have been sitting out here and chatting. The party had started to die down in the last half hour. So many people had left, and the music was now playing at a low volume. You feel your phone vibrate, so you pull it out to see Madelyn calling you.

"Hello?" You say.

"Where are you? Did you leave?" You hear Madelyn on the other end. She sounds frantic.

"Oh no I'm outside with Drew, we're in the garden," You reply. There is a silence on the other end of the phone. In a few seconds you are met with the constant beeping, signalling Madelyn ended the call.

You hear the door open and watch Madelyn walk out to you both. "Way to go guys, you could've atleast told me you're here! I was worried when I couldn't find you inside. You aren't the kind of people who leave without saying goodbye so I knew you hadn't left for your homes, which made me a lot more nervous when I couldn't find you inside." She rambles, and then starts to breathe heavily after she finishes.

"We're so sorry Madelyn," you say, getting up from the ground. "Me and Drew got so lost in conversation that we didn't even realise where the time passed."

"Yeah, it's also getting late now, so I think we both will just leave now," adds Drew, as he stands from the ground too. You nod along his words.

"Unless you need any help inside?" You ask.

"Oh no, don't worry about that." Madelyn is quick to connect two and two together. She sees the spark between you two, and starts to feel all giddy upon the possibility of you both getting closer. "I hope you had a fun time." She smiles at you both.

You turn to look at Drew who looks at you back, both of you just softly staring into each other's eyes.

Oh you definitely had fun.

And so did he.

"We did," you say, turning back to look at Madelyn. "We'll just leave now. I'll book a cab."

"Oh no, I'll drop you," Drew pipes in.

"No it's okay, it'll be such a hassle for you. It'll only take me a few seconds to book one."

"No no, I insist. It can be unsafe to be alone with an unknown cab driver this late at night."

"He's right, he can drop you. It's best you don't go home alone." Madelyn adds.

You look at the both of them, and give in. "Okay, thank you Drew."

You both exchange your last goodbyes with Madelyn and wish her a happy birthday again before you leave her house together. Drew's car isn't parked that far from her house. You reach the passenger door but before you can open it for yourself, Drew opens it for you.

"Oh, why thank you kind sir," you say in a posh accent as you sit down. He just giggles at your reply and walks around the car to sit in the driver's seat. He starts the car and begins to drive.

You connect your phone to his Bluetooth speakers to put on some music. After searching around your playlist for a few seconds, you find your favorite song.

"Oh my god I love this one!" Drew says, bobbing his head to the beat.

"You do?" You say happily.

"Yes! Their recent album is just simply a work of art."

"Right! It's my all time favorite album! It's everything." On the drive to your house, you and Drew vibe to music and surprisingly, you both have a lot of common music taste.

Drew drives up to your house, but he just doesn't want you to leave. Not yet. This is too soon. He wants to spend more time with you, get to know you better.

But it's getting late at night. And as much as you don't want to leave either, you know you have to go.

"Drew, could we exchange numbers?" You ask, shyly. He just nods his head with a smile and gives you his phone. You put in your number and ask him to text you so you can get his.

"Thank you for the drive Drew," you say softly. You stare into his eyes yet again. There is so much you have to explore, so much more you need to know about him. He's lived a different life before you came in it, and you want to know about it all. You want to know every single thread that's been woven together to create this beautiful man in front of you.

"You're welcome," his voice just as soft as yours. You want him to stop you. You want him to tell you that he doesn't want you to leave. You want to stay with him and talk some more.

But he doesn't say anything.

You give him another smile and step out of the car and walk to your house.

Drew is controlling himself from calling your name out. Why are you getting distant from him by each passing second? Why aren't you staying? He doesn't want you to leave.

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You freshen up in your washroom and change in some comfortable clothes before lying in your bed. You hear your phone vibrate so you pick it up to see it's a text from an unknown number.

unknown number: hey it's Drew :)

You smile at the text. You quickly save his number and shoot him a text back.

you: hey :)

drew: oh you haven't slept yet?

you: nope, not sure if I'll be able to fall asleep tho, my insomnia keeps on kicking in

drew: ugh same, insomnia gets the best of me

And you both kick it off again. It's almost 3 am at night, but you're up texting Drew. You feel like you are 13 years old, and you are getting to text your first ever crush. The nerves, the skipping of your heartbeat each time Drew uses a heart in his texts all make you feel like a little teenager again.

And you love it.

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It's been almost three weeks since you met Drew, and all you have to say about this is that your life has changed for the better. He's there for you every single moment you need him; when you need someone to celebrate your small successes with, when you need a shoulder to rest your head on when you're sad, when you need someone to just listen about what's been bothering you.

In return, you love to be by Drew's side as much as you can. You try your best to reciprocate every little thing he does for you.

But one of the biggest things Drew has done for you is get in contact with one of the directors he has worked in the past, who now has casted you in his upcoming movie. The script impressed you a lot, and you're super excited to start working on it. And you just don't know how you can thank Drew for it.

"Sweets it's the fifth time today you've thanked me for it and it's only 9 am! I swear, I've done nothing, all I did was just call him up." He smiles at you, as he hands you a plate of the pancakes he made.

"But now I'm getting to act in this big movie Drew! You really don't know how grateful I am for that," you say, digging into the pancakes.

You were over at Drew's home last night to watch some Netflix together. You ended up falling asleep in between the show, so Drew carried you to his room carefully. When you woke up this morning, it took you a few seconds to realise where you are.

"I have to do something for you in return, otherwise I'll just feel guilty." You tell him.

"What? There is nothing to feel guilty about. No more talks about this okay? You and me, we're close friends, we do things for each other without expecting a thank you in return."

Friends. He didn't intend to say that, but what else can he do? He doesn't want to risk what you both have created so lovingly by admitting his feelings for you. What if you don't like him back?

Friends. Why do you feel a pang in your chest upon hearing this word? But, that's what you are right? You haven't told him how you feel about him, so that makes you friends, right?

An awkward silence falls over you two which only involves the sound of the forks and knives scratching against the plate and of you both chewing. Once you're done eating, Drew takes your plates and puts them in the dishwasher. Meanwhile you gather all your stuff and get ready to leave. You say nothing except a simple goodbye and leave his home.

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You're sitting in your room with your script in your hand as you read it and try to memorise your lines along with it. The sound of your phone ringing makes you lift your head up from your script. You see it's Drew calling you. You get slightly worried because he doesn't call you very often, you both usually prefer texting but when he does call you, it's something urgent.

"Hello?" You say after accepting the call.

"Uh... are you free?" You hear Drew's voice on the other end. Except, he doesn't sound the same. He sounds sick.

"Oh my god Drew are you okay?" You ask worriedly, getting up from your bed and finding your shoes and other things you'll need if you have to leave the house.

"Just a little sick," he then coughs, which definitely doesn't indicate to a 'little sickness'.

"I'm coming okay? Just give me a few minutes." You cut the call and quickly pop on your shoes, pick up all your stuff and leave your house.

You reach his place really quickly and rush inside. You realise you didn't ring the bell but then you remembered he's alone and sick so it's best to not disturb him from his bed.

You enter his room to see the lights switched off, the curtains drawn, and Drew's body lying under the covers. You walk up to him and carefully lift the duvet from his head. You softly gasp at how pale he looks. There are loads of scrunched up tissues lying around on his bed.

"Hey," he says, his voice hoarse as he tries to smile at you.

"Drew, bub," you say nothing else. You feel so bad for him, he must be feeling so sick. He notices your frown and lifts one of his hands up to your hand.

"Hey I'll be fine, now that you're here to take care of me," you softly chuckle at his words, as you caress the back of his palm. You lean in to press your forehead against his to see if he has a temperature. At that moment, Drew feels his cheeks heat up, and not only because of the high temperature he has.

When you feel his forehead scorching hot against yours, you quickly rush to his medicine cabinet and find the pills you need. You then get a glass of water for him. You carefully wrap your arms around his body and help him sit up in his bed. You hand him the water and a pill.

He takes the pill and you tell him you're going to make some vegetable soup for him. You go to his kitchen, find all the ingredients you need in his fridge and start to whip up the soup. You work quicker than usual, because you know you need to get this to him as quick as you can. When the soup is simmering away on the stove, you go back to his room. He's still sitting in the same position, his head leaned back against the headboard and his eyes closed.

You drag one of the chairs in Drew's room closer to him and sit down. He opens his eyes and looks at you.

"I'm so sorry for bothering you, I really didn't know who to call." He says.

"You don't have to apologise, I'm here for you always," you say softly, taking his hand in yours again and rubbing his skin just as you did before. He seems a lot more relaxed upon this gesture from you.

"You are sweets, you are always there for me. You're there for me when I need someone to talk to, you're there for me when I need someone to tell my dad jokes to."

"And you are always there for me Drew," you add. "You're there for me when I need someone to listen to my crazy theories about the movies I watch."

Drew gives you a soft smile, and you both look into each other's eyes just the way you always do, and you find yourself getting lost in them again. It's like you've found a home in those striking blue eyes.

"Sweets?" He calls you out. Your heart flutters each time he calls you that. "Can I tell you something?" Maybe it's the high temperature that he has that's making him do this, or maybe he's just tired of being just friends with you. Whatever it is, he is ready to tell it to you.

"Yes?" Your heart starting to beat faster. You have a small hunch of what he might say, but you don't want to get your hopes up just to get hurt.

"I think... I think I've fallen for you." He whispers. You look at him with your eyes wide, his hand still in yours.

You can't believe your ears. He said what you had the slightest hunch he'd say. But you didn't think you would have guessed right.

The person you fell for because he told you he will always be there for you no matter what has also fallen for you.

On the other end, Drew looks at you and tries his best to read your expression. Are you going to tell him the same, or are you about to reject him? He can't tell what's going on in your mind. He breathes deeply as he watches you look at him with wide eyes.

"I'd never thought I'd hear this but Drew, I fell for you too, so fast, so hard." You whisper back. He lets out a sigh of relief.

The person he fell for because they told him taking care of him is one of their topmost priorities has fallen for him.

You lean in and press a soft kiss on his forehead and another one on his cheek. "I'll give you a real one when you get well." You say, smiling so widely.

That night, you stay over at his place. You sleep next to Drew, his head resting on your chest as you rake your fingers softly through his hair and occasionally press a kiss to his forehead, his cheek, his temple, his chin, his nose.

He's yours, and you're his.

The world has finally fallen in place.

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commandernachos · 6 months

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AU Time

Basically the AU is that Pomni is evil and corrupted everyone once she joined The Amazing Digital Circus, however Ragatha was immune (hence why she's not pictured here, her design would not change.) Pomni is the new ring leader, however Caine is "co-ringleader" (this means nothing, she just calls him that to make him happy.

And yes, they can swear now.

EDIT: AU is called Abstracted Reality!

Info/explanations about designs under the cut:

Pomni: basically just edgy ring leader. She reminds me of the Villainous guy oops

Caine: just de-ring leader'd him a bit. Mutliple eyes because spooky and tongue because also spooky

Kinger: he just drew angry eyebrows on himself to look more intimidating.

Gangle: pretty much all my sister's idea, except I gave her tears too.

Jax: I wanted to give Pomni spiked bracelets but didn't get to so he got them. Also it just sorta makes sense his only difference is changing his style.

Zooble: idk man

Also no I will not design Bubble what would I even change, give him a gold tooth maybe?

#My art #Tadc #The amazing digital circus #Tadc fanart #The amazing digital circus fanart #Tadc au #The amazing digital circus au #Kinger #Pomni #Jax #Caine #Gangle #Zooble #Pomni x ragatha is canon 100% btw #This is basically tadc underfell #Abstracted reality au

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Hi! I’ve been following you since you started writing for the 13th doctor and now I’m so happy to see that you’re writing for Larissa too!! Can I request one where reader is a teacher and is really shy around her, but after a night out with the other teachers, they drunkenly flirt with Larissa and confess? Larissa thinks it’s cute and takes care of drunk reader but when reader wakes up the next day in their room, they start avoiding Larissa cos they only remember confessing. But make it have a fluffy ending though. Thanks!!!!

Thank you for following me for so long. I hope this makes you happy!

The meeting was dragging on. You’d been sitting there for over two hours and each minute that ticked by was like torture. The warm body beside you shifted, arm brushing against yours. You drew back, eyes darting over to your neighbour. Her eyes were trained on old Victor but they were glazed and her chin was propped on her hand.

You allowed yourself a moment to watch her. Just a single moment to keep from being seen. You couldn’t imagine what you’d do if she caught you staring. Pale skin and blue eyes, red lips and silver hair, you’d never seen someone so perfect as her.

You startled as she stood up, others around the table following suit. You blinked, following along, hearing chatter filling the room, drowning out your thoughts about one Larissa Weems, the most gorgeous woman you’d ever seen.

“Hey, you’re coming with us tonight, right?” your friend asked, hand on your shoulder.

You followed them out of the room, filtering out with the rest of the staff.

“Yeah, of course, last night of freedom,” you said, laughing.

“Well, that is good to hear. You’ve worked hard. You deserve a fun night out.”

Your cheeks heated up as you turned to find your boss standing behind you. She was smiling down at you and your heart skipped a beat. You gave a strained smile to her before bowing your head and scurrying away.

You dressed yourself carefully, hoping Larissa would be coming on the night out. You were also a little worried she would be there. It could either go really well or really badly.

The bar was dimly lit and your group was given a wide berth from the other patrons from the town. You were sitting on the edge of a booth, your friend’s arm pressing against yours. Drinks were placed down in front of you, one after another, each a new bright fun colour. You didn’t realise how much you’d had to drink until you were walking down the street, arm slung over your friend’s shoulder, speech slurring as you sang loud on the way back to the van.

“Come on.”

Your friend pushed you into the vehicle, buckling you in. You stared out the window at the passing night, disappointment stealing the giggles from your lips. Larissa hadn’t joined your group, the loss only notable to you, you were sure.

“Off to bed,” your friend said, tapping your ass as you all entered the entrance to the school.

You giggled, letting them push you up the stairs. They opened the door to your room, dropping you down onto the bed. You bounced, giggling again.

“Alright,” they said, crouching down to take your shoes off, “time to sleep.”

“Kay,” you said, falling over, head landing on your pillow.

You closed your eyes, the bed swaying underneath you. The door closed with a soft click, the door closed, leaving you alone.

Which made your mind wander. Larissa hadn’t come out with you. Which meant she’d been alone that entire time. You wanted to know what she’d been doing. And why she hadn’t come out with you. And if she would pin you to her bed and make you scream with pleasure.

You rolled off the bed, opening your door just a crack. No one else was out in the hall. You shut the door behind you, padding down the hall to the stairs, climbing them slowly to keep them from creaking. Principal Weems had an entire living quarters to herself. Perfect to not be overheard in.

You knocked, pressing your lips together. You didn’t need to giggle right now. It was very serious.

The door was pulled open and you felt your mouth grow dry. Ruffled hair, silk robe showing a tantalising shadow, not perfectly made up. Larissa was too beautiful. You could stare at her forever.

She said your name, quirking an eyebrow at you. You lent against the doorframe, doing your best to stay upright.

“Did you know you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen?” you said, swaying towards her.

“Is that right?” she replied, chin tilting down as her gaze turned all kinds of playful.

“I have all kinds of thought around you,” you said, “and about you.”

“Are you about to share them with me?” she asked.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” you said, “I also really want to kiss every inch of your body.”

“This is enlightening,” she said, her voice so husky it made you tremble.

“I just think you’re so sexy,” you said, “and you’re really smart too. And basically the most passionate person I’ve ever met. And you give me butterflies and make my heart skip a beat. And your smile. You’ve got the best smile. Did I mention sexy? Because you’re so sexy. Those dresses you wear just make me lose my mind. And you’re also just really beautiful. I think I have the biggest crush on you ever.”

“Alright,” she said with a small chuckle, “I can see you’ve had a wonderful night.”

“Would you like to make it wonderfuler?” you asked with a wink.

“Come on then,” she said, slipping out into the hall with you. You beamed up at her, tilting your face towards her, waiting for your kiss.

She placed a hand on your shoulder, gently turning you back the way you’d come. She led you back down the stairs, hand on your waist steadying you. You could have melted under her touch.

She gently pushed your door open, your room still dark. Soft hands guided you to the bed. You watched her walk into your bathroom, coming back with a full glass of water. She placed down on your bedside table, along with a bottle of painkillers.

“Get in the bed,” she said, and the way her voice was so commanding made you clench your thighs together.

“Only if you’re getting in with me,” you replied.

She sat on the bed, waiting for you to swing your legs up on to the mattress. She gently lay your blanket over your body, sure hands tucking you in. You whined, reaching a hand out to her. She caught it, pressing it back down onto the bed. With a cool hand she pushed the hair off your face, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You need to sleep,” she said, “the students arrive tomorrow and I need you in working order.”

“Kay,” you said, drowsiness creeping up on you as she continued to stroke your hair.

“We’ll talk about all of this in the morning.”

The next thing you knew someone was hammering on your door in time with the pounding in your head. You sat up, bleary and out of focus. You grimaced down at yourself, hating when you fell asleep in your clothes. At least you weren’t still wearing shoes.

Thanking drunk you for leaving a glass of water and painkillers for you, you downed them, wincing as the hammering continued. You stood, feeling dizzy for a moment before shuffling over to the door.

“You look like shit,” your friend said when you finally opened the door.

“Fuck off,” you said, but let them in.

“You going to tell me why I saw Weems leaving your room late last night?” they asked, plopping down on your bed.

“What?” You turned too quickly, head swimming, almost falling over your own feet.

“Don’t you remember?” They laughed, “you’re such a lightweight.”

But flashes from the night before were coming back. Stumbling home, lying in the dark, walking up the stairs, knocking on her door, Larissa in a silk robe, your rambling confession. You groaned, running to the bathroom, the contents of your stomach making a return.

“You better get ready,” your friend called through the open door, “students will be here in an hour and you’re going to want to get some food in you.”

You groaned again at the thought. Their laugh followed them as they left you to your hangover. Stumbling through a shower and dressing, you cursed the sun for existing. You chucked on a pair of shades and made your way down to the dining hall, knowing they were right. Bacon. You needed bacon.

The dining hall was loud and you regretted your decision to make an appearance. No one should be that loud in the morning. You piled eggs and bacon on to your plate, doing your best to not collapse.

“Who knew you were such a party animal?”

You flinched, looking up and up into the face of the only person you didn’t want to see. You felt your cheeks heat up and you took a step back.

“Heh, yeah, right,” you said, before turning on your heels and striding away. Or rather, your best imitation of striding in your current condition.

Bypassing your friend you left the dining hall, taking your plate outside, hoping the fresh air would wipe away your hangover and embarrassment. It also gave you the change to find a secluded place in the woods to avoid seeing Larissa again.

Which turned out to be your strategy for the entire first week of the new school year. She was busy enough you didn’t see her, and you were able to avoid sitting close to her in the dining hall. No one had to know what had happened, and you never had to speak to her again. It was a flawless system.

Except sometimes she’d catch your eye from across the room and you’d know she was remembering your words.

You took to hiding in the woods when you weren’t teaching. Peaceful, quiet, and alone. Your thoughts ran wild but there was no chance of seeing her there. She rarely ventured out that far, so often needed in the school she wasn’t afforded the time to leave for that long.

Until one day she was.

You’d slipped out first thing Saturday morning, creeping through the woods as if you had something to hide. You did, but your shame was yours, and no one needed a front row seat to your embarrassment. Some time to clear your head before you did your best to not see her in the halls during the weekend.

Only she was sitting on the log you’d claimed at the start of the week. She looked up at your approach, watching as you warily walked towards her.

“Principle Weems,” you greeted.

‘Surely we’re past such formalities,” she said with a soft smile, “after all, I’ve put you to bed.”

Your cheeks burned and you had to look away.

“Yes, I… I’m sorry about that,” you said, “I’m not very good at holding my liquor.”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” she said.

“No I…” She raised an eyebrow at you and you were sure she was thinking back on every time you’d abruptly turn around and walk out of a room the moment you saw her.

“Is this about what you said to me that night?” she asked.

“No!”

“You’re a bad liar.”

She was still sitting on your log, making no move to get up, and yet you still flinched back. Her face softened and she folded her hands in her lap.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she said, conversationally, as if you weren’t about to combust into flames before her.

“You can just forget it,” you said, shaking your head.

“Now why would I do that when you offered to do something that sounded rather nice?” she asked.

“Oh God.” You buried your face in your hands, skin practically sizzling.

“I have wondered if that was something you might moan as I feast on you.”

You peeked through your fingers, almost trembling at the implication. She was watching you, a smirk on those red lips, eyes smouldering towards you.

“I think I’d rather hear you moaning my name, of course, but I’m not picky,” she continued. Was this really happening?

“Mostly, I’ve been wondering exactly what it would sound like to have you scream my name as you come undone,” she said.

“What?” You had no idea what was going on.

“Love, I’ve found you to be the most enchanting creature since you began working here,” she said, “but every attempt I made to grow closer, you brushed off. Until that night I’d begun to lose hope.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You stumbled forward a step, hands dropping to your sides. You wanted to see her face, all of it. You wanted to watch her lips form the words coming out of her mouth.

“Because confessing my feelings has not often worked out for me,” she said, “truth is, I’m not as brave as you.”

“I wasn’t brave,” you said, shaking your head, “only drunk.”

“And for that I’m internally grateful.”

Her hands shot out, grasping your hips, dragging you closer until you were standing right in front of her. With her on the log you were taller than her, able to look down into her blue eyes, twinkling up at you.

“You were wrong, you know?” she said as if her touch wasn’t setting you alight, “about having the biggest crush on me ever.”

“I was?” She chuckled as your brows drew together in confusion.

“Yes, because I’m afraid I take that title for the crush I’ve had on you,” she said.

Your hands landed on her shoulders and her smile was bright enough to light up the night sky. You lent forward until you felt the heat from her body.

“Agree to disagree,” you breathed before kissing her.

Turns out, she loved you screaming her name so much she let you do little else for the rest of the weekend.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems imagine

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 5 months

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The Princess and the Duke Chapter 5: Ready to Fall.

Co-authored by @angelofsmalldeath-codeine ILU Hemmy <3

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Specific Warnings: Allusions to smut, angst, heartbreak, stepcest(in bold, this is heavy on the issues around this), traumatic childhood, looking after parents as a child, sutures, mentions of past abuse, sad face Dave, crying? Lots of crying.

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You throw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and lean back against the counter as you try and make sense of the chaos of the last twenty-four hours. Dave is downstairs, having grumbled something about smelling like a hospital before heading to his bedroom.

~*~

Dave finishes up in the shower just as he hears his phone ring from the other room. He curses under his breath as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants before seeing the caller ID. His heart rate picks up as he answers immediately.

“Resnik,” he says curtly as he walks back into the shower, turning the faucet back on to cover why he’s not back with you on the sofa already. He turns on the extractor fan for added effect.

“You’re not going to believe who just turned up to my PI firm.”

“My wife?” Dave smiles to himself as he hears Resnik bark out a short laugh.

“How’d you know?”

“I’d be pretty shit at my job, Resnik, if I couldn’t keep tabs on my own fucking wife.”

“Fair enough, well, do you know what she wants me to do?”

“Catch me fucking her daughter?” Dave hears you on the phone in the other room. He doesn’t want to spend any more time talking about this than he has to.

“Bingo! So, what do you want me to do, boss?”

“Do what the woman asks, you won’t find anything of course, but don’t be sloppy. Surveil the shit out of me and make it look good.”

“And if I do catch anything?” Resnik asks and Dave can hear the smile on his face.

“You won’t.”

Dave hangs up before Resnik can get another word in, he turns off the shower and checks himself out in the mirror, opting to keep the shirt off. He knows what the grey sweatpants do to you. He smirks at himself as he ruffles his hair a little. Once satisfied he heads back out into the basement.

~*~

Even though Dave is playing it cool you know he’s anything but ok. Your phone vibrates on the counter as your mom calls for the third time this afternoon. You consider ignoring it like all the others, but you relent, you probably shouldn't keep ignoring her. You pop the microwave open and retrieve the bag of popcorn, upending it into a bowl as you answer.

“Hey mom, what’s up?”

“Hey, sweetie, just letting you know I’ll be away for the weekend. Something came up with Danielle and I need to be there for her.”

Your jaw ticks to the side as you try and keep calm. You’re already heading back downstairs, phone tucked under your ear as you balance the bottles of water and the bowl of popcorn while trying not to fall down the steps.

“Oh no, is she ok?” You feign concern as you lay back against the sofa, pinching the bridge of your nose as you listen to the lies pouring so easily from your mother’s mouth. You set down the popcorn and Dave’s water bottle as you take a swig from your own.

“She and her husband are having a hard time, you remember that prenup you drew up for them. Well, it’s proving necessary.”

“That so? Sorry to hear it, but happy I could help.”

“Anyway, I should be home sometime on Wednesday. If you need anything let me know, ok?” You can hear the urgency in her voice now, she wants to get you off the line. She’s done the bare minimum and checked in, parental responsibility fulfilled. Box ticked.

“Ok, what about Dave?” You say as neutrally as you can muster.

“What about him, sweetie? Is he bothering you?” You can hear the panic in your mom’s voice, followed by a man’s voice in the background. You roll your eyes, it’s too cliché to even be funny. She shushes the other person as you try not to explode at her.

“He just got back from the hospital, pretty banged up. You know anything about that?”

“Oh, sweetie, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Probably went out and got into a bar fight, he’s always coming home with split lips and concussions. I’ll check on him in a bit.”

“Right, sure. Well, have fun with Danielle,” you don’t even try to hide the venom in your voice, but your mom doesn’t seem to notice.

“I will, thanks, sweetie. Don’t let Dave bother you. He’s a grown man, he can look after himself.”

“Uh-huh, bye mom.”

“Bye, sweetie, see you Wednesday!”

The line goes dead, and you close your eyes. You almost want to laugh at the ridiculous nature of the call. It’s all so surreal.

“She spending the weekend with Danielle?”

You yelp as you look up to see Dave giving you a sad smile, his hair still wet from the shower as he leans against the doorframe. You frown as you notice that he’s only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants.

“How’d you know it was her?” You challenge as he saunters over before settling in the middle of the sofa next to you.

“Danielle has been going through a lot recently, seems like your mom is there more often than she’s here.” Dave says with a humourless smile, his eyes flashing with thinly veiled anger.

“Seems like it,” you grumble as you grab the throw blanket from the back of the sofa, “You should be wearing more clothes.”

“Don’t like what you see?” Dave challenges as he gives you a sideways look, the smile on his face genuine this time. It makes your heart flutter, the way he’s looking at you with a challenge in his dark eyes.

“Of course I do,” you roll your eyes as you wrap the blanket around his shoulders, “But you’re no good to me if you freeze to death.”

“Point taken,” he concedes as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you in close as he makes sure you’re covered too. You breathe in as you press against his side, your one hand splayed across Dave’s abs as you nuzzle against his chest.

“So, she pretended that she didn’t even know about your head injury. Is she just going to act as if it didn’t happen?”

You ask, unsure if you’re crossing a line as you pick up the remote to start a new episode of ‘Parks and Rec’ but you’re not really paying attention. You lean back against Dave, wrapping the fleece throw blanket around you both as you try to make sure he’s covered and warm. You look down to the coffee table at the bowl of popcorn you’d made while Dave was in the shower and your stomach growls.

“Seems that way,” Dave says as he lets out a noncommittal grunt, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

“She’s such a bitch,” you grumble as you lean forward to grab the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. Dave doesn’t respond to that, but the moment the bowl is within reach he grabs a piece and lifts it to your mouth. His dark eyes scanning your face for rejection, but he finds none.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you let him feed you the small morsel, his fingertips ghost along your lips. It’s somewhat a habit of his, whenever you share food, he makes sure you take the first bite. It makes your stomach flutter every time.

Dave’s phone buzzes on the coffee table and you feel him tense up under you. Your eyes flick to the offending object and you lean forward to set it to Do Not Disturb as a message from Nancy comes through.

“Not going to let me answer that?” Dave asks, his voice low, almost disapproving.

“Nope, I want to spend some real time with you, Dave, just you.”

“She’s just going to be covering her ass anyway, it won’t be important.”

Dave grunts in assent at this as you settle back against him, occasionally feeding popcorn to one another as the episodes play out on the screen. You’re barely watching though, focusing on making sure Dave is covered at all times and making sure he’s eating.

“I’m concussed, not dying,” Dave says eventually as he presses his lips to the crown of your head.

“I know, sorry, I’m just not used to looking after someone not in immediate danger.”

“What do you mean?” Dave asks as he leans back, dark eyes searching your face as the episode is forgotten.

“Just,” you pause, trying to determine how much you want to share, “Mom was drunk, a lot, when I was a kid.”

“And it fell to you to look after her?”

“Pretty much, she sometimes had boyfriends and husbands but most of the time it was left to me.”

“That’s,” Dave pauses as he sighs heavily, “a lot.”

“I learned a lot of basic first aid, so it’s not all bad,” you chuckle, an automatic smile ghosting your lips as you recall some of the more morbid memories, “I sewed my first suture when I was twelve.”

Dave almost chokes on his water as he hears this, eyes wide. Even with all his training to remain neutral, this catches him off guard. You feel a wash of shame and fear course through you, and you flinch. Dave sees your reaction and his face softens immediately, a hand coming up to cup your jaw, but he stops himself.

“Hey, I’m not judging you,” his voice is soothing, low and non-threatening, like he’s talking to a frightened animal, “I just didn’t know.”

“It’s ok, we’ve all got our own fucked up baggage, right?”

You take his hand in your own and press your cheek into his palm. You hum softly as the warm press of skin-on-skin grounds you.

“It’s not ok,” he says, bringing his other hand up so he’s cupping your face with both, “You didn’t deserve to go through that.”

“I know, but it is what it is, y’know? She’s my mom, I did what I had to do.”

But your words sound hollow – even to you – as you remember the countless times you’d been forced to parent your own mother, let alone yourself. Dave rubs his thumbs over your cheekbones, his brow is creased like he wants to say something but can’t.

“Hey,” you say as you circle your fingers around his wrists, “Let me go grab a take-out menu so we can order in some proper food?”

Dave nods, welcoming the change of topic as his stomach growls loudly. You both chuckle at the sound.

“Sure, sounds like a plan.”

~*~

“We bought too much food, didn’t we?”

You look at the take-out containers littered across the coffee table and laugh as Dave shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. You’d convinced him to put on a shirt when he went to get the take-out from the driver, grumbling about him catching his death. He’d relented, even putting on a hoodie just to make you happy.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty fucking hungry,” he grins at you with bright eyes, his cheek dimpling as he pops open one of the cartons.

“Same,” you admit as you start opening the rest of the cartons. There is definitely too much food.

You pile up your plate and soon you’re both eating your fill, a pleasant, peaceful silence filling the room. Your knees bump occasionally as you lean forward to refill your plates. Heat floods your cheeks when you catch Dave stealing glances at you.

“So, mom said you have kids, mind if I ask about them?”

“Go for it, what do you want to know?”

“Boys or girls?” You ask before taking a bite and chewing slowly as you wait for the answer.

“Two girls, Molly and Alice.”

“How old?”

“Molly’s ten, Alice is eight.”

“Do you miss them?”

Dave’s smile falters as you watch him mull over his response before answering.

“All the time,” he says as he cocks his head at you, as if trying to figure you out but he says nothing more.

“How old are you, Dave?” You almost regret asking but Dave’s lips twitch up.

“Thirty-seven, why?”

“No reason, just would have thought you were older with two kids and two marriages under your belt,” you pause and scoff at the irony, “but it makes sense, she always liked her men younger.”

Dave’s brow arches at the comment but doesn’t press the issue, clearly not willing to dig that deep tonight.

“It would have been one marriage, but Carol realised she isn’t as much into men as she once thought.”

“Oh,” you wince at your misstep and try to back pedal, “I’m sorry, Dave, I didn’t mean to bring it up like that.”

Dave waves his fork at you, his face a picture of amusement as he watches you fumble over your own words.

“It’s fine, Carol and I are best friends. It’s not a sore spot, not anymore.”

You lapse back into silence as you continue eating way too much food. You steal glances at Dave from time to time, smiling giddily when you catch him doing the same. You know so little about Dave, but the simple act of eating with him makes your chest flutter. It’s domestic and sweet and all too comfortable.

“Why’d you stop practicing law?” Dave asks as he shovels another portion of food onto his plate.

“I guess I just got a bit sick of the corporate grind,” you shrug, pushing your food around the plate as you try to give him a proper answer. The truth is, you were never happy but it’s what your mom wanted of you.

“And I bet Nancy just loved being able to flaunt your success to everyone that would listen?”

“It’s like you’re reading my mind there, Dave,” you say, shaking your head as you meet his sympathetic gaze, “But yeah, it was yet another thing I did for my mom.”

“Have you ever done something just for you? Something that makes you happy? Or just because you wanted to do it?”

His question catches you off guard and you’re almost angry at the insinuation, but you sigh as you shake your head.

“Cam Dolls. This was the first thing I chose for myself ever. I love the work. It’s freeing.”

You cringe as you realise how stereotypical your answer is but it’s the truth.

“I’m glad, because you’re damn good at it.”

“Thanks,” you smile at him, your cheeks burning at the praise, “That means a lot.”

There’s another pause as you feel jealousy rear its head, twisting itself around your stomach as you think about the fact Dave might watch other streamers.

“So, you follow many other Cam Dolls accounts?” You ask, eyes downturned as you try to brace for the sting of reality.

“Nope. Just you. Only time I came close was the day I picked you up, you don’t stream on Fridays and that car ride was intense.”

You look up, eyes wide as you search Dave’s face for any signs of deception. He smiles softly at you, shoulders relaxed as he holds your gaze. You’re caught off guard, you don’t know how to feel about that. Pleased? Guilty for casting aspersions on Dave as a form of self-sabotage? Do you want him to watch other people to make it easier for you to distance yourself?

“What do you get out of it? I mean is it the watching someone get off?”

You pivot in your line of questioning, not wanting to linger on the way it makes you feel special to be his only subscription.

“I hope this isn’t too much information,” he starts, looking down at his food, exhaling softly as he considers whether or not to continue, “But your mom and I don’t exactly fuck, at all.”

His tone comes across bitter, angry. The harsh language only confirming the resentment as you fumble for something to say.

“How long?”

The question leaves your lips before you can stop it, a traitorous spark of hope spurring you on.

“Since she and Danielle, got so close. Pretty much straight after our honeymoon.”

There it is, the unspoken admission that he knows about Bryce, he knows about the cheating. He’s all but said it now and your stomach twists while you try and process the confirmation. But it tracks, your mom never did stick to just one guy for long.

“Then you know she’s violated your prenup, right? She can’t hang it over you?”

Your brain switches into full lawyer mode. You’ve not had a chance to consider any of the ways to exploit it, you’ve been far too busy looking after Dave. But immediately you can poke fist sized holes in the agreement, even without the cheating clause.

“How’d you know about the prenup?”

Dave’s eyes are stone cold as you return your gaze to him, his jaw is set to the side, nostrils flared. You feel the anger rolling off him in waves as he silently demands an answer. You don’t know why he’s suddenly so tense, but that you know about it clearly has him on edge.

“I was the one who drafted it. But I thought it was for Danielle.”

“For Danielle? But she’s not even married-?” Dave cuts himself off as his anger quickly melts into incredulity. His eyes crease at the corners as he lets out a short laugh before slumping back against the couch. It’s like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders as he considers the ammunition to void it. You being the presiding council for the prenup was the missing piece for him, the sure-fire way he could get it thrown out in court.

“Makes it even easier to break now huh?”

“Wow, I’d have been utterly fucked if it weren’t void for the fact that you’re not licensed to practice in Texas. I’m impressed.”

And all the other reasons.

You think to yourself as you consider how many other ways it’s void now you take the time to think about it. Unconscionability for one, you didn’t know who it was being drawn up for, you can’t be considered independent council. Conflict of interests since one of the parties is your own mother. There’s more but you can’t think of it off the top of your head.

You look down at your plate, bashful at the way Dave looks at you. He’s impressed and it makes you feel weak at the knees the way he looks at you, like you’re competent. Worthy.

“It was nothing, ‘thought I was doing mom’s friend a favour,” you shrug, deflecting praise as always. You’d just written it up as a favour to your mom, it was no big deal.

“You don’t have to do that with me,” he says softly as he looks you up and down, a warmth in his eyes that makes you want more than you’re allowed to want from him.

“Do what?”

“Put yourself down, minimise your achievements.”

You don’t know what to say, it feels like your heart could break as he sees through your carefully curated mask. The confident, but not brash daughter. The smart but not too smart overachiever. The muted version of yourself that you cling to like a life raft.

“I just- I’m just not used to people actually giving enough of a damn to want to see me succeed. I guess.”

“That’s their loss.”

You can hear the anger in his voice. He’s clever enough to piece together what you’re saying, he knows his wife well enough to catch your meaning.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you say as you set your plate down, turning to look at him, “You know about the cheating, you knew the prenup was invalid, regardless of my involvement making it void.”

Dave’s jaw ticks to the side as he puts his plate down, a wince twisting his face into a snarl as he clutches his head. You want to lean over and touch his arm, comfort him, but you don’t.

“Yes, I do.”

“Then why do you stay?”

Do you still love her?

You think to yourself, but you can’t say it aloud, too afraid of the answer.

“It’s complicated.”

“Complicated, sure. Like fucking your stepdaughter isn’t complicated.”

You snap, tears flowing down your cheeks as you feel jealousy and self-loathing weighing you down. You feel pathetic, your premature and downright inappropriate feelings making you act like a spurned teenager. You shouldn’t have brought it up, you should have just left it alone. Left Dave alone.

Dave opens and closes his mouth a few times before falling silent, shutting down like you’ve seen him do around your mother when he has to hold his tongue. He turns away from you, a blush creeping up his face as he sees your tears. That hurts the most, seeing him close himself off the way he does with your mom.

You’re just like her.

Your inner voice mocks you as you suddenly feel a hollow dread form in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m going to box up these leftovers,” you wipe your eyes harshly with a napkin, “Don’t get up, I don’t need your help, and you should be resting.”

You snap as you watch him shift on the sofa, trying to stand and help. He pauses, eyes flashing with defiance before conceding. You smile to yourself at how petulant he looks, jaw ticked to the side as he watches your every move.

You box up anything worth keeping before stowing it back in the plastic bag it came in, grateful to have a distraction as your mind races. You feel something for Dave, and it hurts. It hurts that you know there can never be anything between you, that this arrangement can’t last.

But you try and bury it as you head up the stairs, focusing on the task at hand. You store everything neatly at the back of the fridge, hiding it behind bottles of sauces and some Greek yoghurt so your mom is less likely to find it and throw it in the trash.

You turn and yelp as you almost crash into Dave’s chest, you hadn’t heard him follow you back upstairs. He’s looking down at you with a hunger that makes your breath hitch in your chest.

“Thank you,” his voice is low, husky, as he eyes you up and down. You swallow heavily as you look up through your lashes at him.

“Don’t have to thank me, you’re hurt,” you shrug as you try not to fawn up at him, you’re feeling more than lust as he lingers over you. Your hands are balled at your sides as you have to fight the urge to pull him down and kiss him. You can smell his spiced shampoo and his deodorant, he’s so close it’s intoxicating.

“Still, I’m grateful.”

He seems to hesitate, licking his lips as he holds your gaze for a little too long. Dave waited until you’d finished at the fridge, knowing that it’s the only blind spot in the kitchen. Resnik is good, but he can’t see through walls. It’s risky but he doesn’t care, he needs you right now.

“Can I kiss you?”

He asks, the breathy rasp of his voice makes you shiver as you clench your thighs together. You ache for him, but you’re already far too emotional right now.

“Dave, we can’t,” you protest meekly as you press your palms feebly against his chest, “Your head.”

“Don’t care.”

“I said, no.”

Your voice is stronger than you’d expected, and it seems to sober him. His expression hardens and he nods curtly. You kind of want him to push, to be an asshole just like every other man that came before. It would make what you’re about to do so much easier. You step past him, trying to ignore the way his shoulders droop in defeat as you go.

“Well, I’m going to head to bed, rest up and all that.”

You’d give anything to go back downstairs, to cuddle and forget the pain, forget the feelings burning in your chest. But you can’t, you have to stop this.

“Sounds like a good plan,” you nod, avoiding his gaze as you side-step him, “I’m going to call Ash and stay there for a while.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Dave’s voice breaks as he speaks, and you can’t help but turn and face him. Your heart breaks as you see the lost look in his eyes. Gone are the stone-cold looks, perfectly constructed barriers. All you see is Dave, broken, vulnerable, afraid.

“I do, and you know it.”

“You shouldn’t feel uncomfortable in your own home,” he says, almost without thinking and your mouth falls open. You don’t know what to say.

“It’s not my home though, is it? That’s kind of the problem.”

You don’t wait for Dave to respond, practically sprinting upstairs as you pull out your phone. You can barely see the screen as you dial Ashleigh’s number, setting it to speaker before throwing it on the bed.

“Hey babe,” Ash answers on the second ring, “What’s up?”

“I need to stay with you for a while. Getting an Uber, I’ll explain when I get there,” you choke out through heavy sobs, your chest heaving as you pull up the Uber app. You hear the jingle of keys on the other end of the line, and you smile despite yourself.

“Fuck that, I’m on my way, hold tight,” Ash orders down the line, “You at your mom’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Be there in twenty.”

“Thanks, Ash, I love you.”

“Love you too, I’ll be there soon.”

She hangs up and you sit down, letting yourself sob for a little while before packing everything you need, including your laptop just in case you need to stream.

You storm back downstairs with your laptop bag and suitcase in tow. You feel your heart clench in your chest as you see Dave hasn’t moved an inch, ghostly pale as he stares into the mid-distance. He doesn’t even register your presence until you’re marching through the door.

“Wait,” he calls after you as he follows you, but he stops at the threshold, hesitant to head out onto the porch.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you Dave, don’t call me, don’t text me.”

“Please, don’t go,” his voice is desperate as he calls after you.

“Do you still love her?”

You turn on your heel as you see Ash parking up at the end of the drive. You stare him down as he hesitates. You know what he’s going to say before he even opens his mouth.

“It’s-,”

“Complicated? Yeah, I figured,” you spit as you charge down the steps, fresh tears springing forth as you yell over your shoulder as you load your bags into the trunk of Ash’s car. You pause, hating the way his face lights up as turn to look at him from the car, “You and my mom are fucking perfect for each other.”

You hold Dave’s gaze as you slam the door behind you. You fasten your seatbelt and tell Ash to drive before you curl up into a ball letting yourself grieve for a loss you have no claim to.

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A new addiction - Part 3

Jensen Ackles x F/reader (Y/N)

Warning: 18+, nothing too graphic but still, age difference, Open relationship

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Let's make it very clear I don't want to denigrate, break up or talk bad about Danneel, their relationship or family. I love them and wish both all the happiness.

This story is pure fiction. Have fun!

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Story: recap

Jensen and Danneel are going through a difficult time in their relationship. After being together for so long and married for 14 years the excitement and sexual tension is gone. After going to marriage counselling Danneel had the idea of trying a semi-open relationship.

And guess who is on Jensen's list…

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Jensen stood amidst the lively chatter of his birthday party, a sense of anticipation tingling through him as he awaited the arrival of his co-star and lover, Y/N. His relationship with Y/N had added a layer of excitement to his life, one that he had embraced fully, yet discreetly. Jensen and his wife, Danneel, had an open relationship, even though it was her idea. Her insecurity grew.

Neither had told who their extra partner was, but the way Jensen looked at Y/N at the press tour and red carpet said enough for Danneel. She knew him and the look he gave her was more than professional admiring. When she asked about her, he wisely bend the conversation, adding another suspicion on top.

As guests mingled and laughter filled the air, Danneel watched Jensen closely, her gaze betraying the unease that simmered beneath the surface. She had invited Y/N to the party with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, wanting to confront the woman who had captured her husband's attention.

When Y/N arrived, Jensen's heart skipped a beat. Despite the complications of their affair, he couldn't deny the thrill of seeing Y/N, the one who ignited a fire within him that he couldn't extinguish.

Danneel greeted Y/N with a forced smile. She couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity that gnawed at her, knowing that Y/N held a special place in Jensen's heart that she couldn't compete with.

Throughout the evening, Danneel watched the interactions between Jensen and Y/N with a mixture of envy and resignation.

She admired the connection they shared, even as it stirred up unwanted feelings within her. But beneath her jealousy, there was a glimmer of curiosity, a desire to understand what it was about Y/N that drew Jensen to her so strongly. Besides her beauty and youth, there had to be more. Women threw them at his feet for years. Why her?

Danneel found herself drawn into conversation with Y/N, Jensen wrestled with his conflicting emotions, torn between his love for Danneel and his passion for Y/N. Seeing both women talk to each other made him nervous. But looking at how Y/N reacted made him feel safe that Danneel didn’t know anything. That was their agreement. Don’t tell who you’re seeing.

Danneel approached Jensen, her steps hesitant yet resolute. She could no longer ignore the truth that loomed between them. She wanted to tell him she knew he felt more than just physical need for her. But instead, she said, "Jensen," her voice trembling with emotion as she reached out to touch his arm gently.

Jensen turned to face her, “Y/N... she's beautiful, Jensen. I can see why you're drawn to her. Why you, chose her." Jensen's breath caught in his throat at Danneel's words, the weight of her acceptance lifting a burden from his shoulders that he hadn't realized he'd been carrying. “How do you know?” - “It’s clear as day when you look at her.”

Danneel thought for a second. “Do you want me to share mine?” He shook his head. “No not really.” “Jay, is there anything more than just physical?” she asked after a short break he shook his head again. “Ok, good.” she kissed his lips soft before disappearing inside. Noticing Y/N watching them before looking back at her hands holding her drink.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she watched from across the room, her eyes widening in shock as she witnessed the intimate moment between Jensen and Danneel. It was a fleeting glance, a brief touch of their lips that spoke volumes of the love and history they shared.

For months, Y/N had been entangled in a passionate affair with Jensen. But in that moment, as she watched the tenderness between Jensen and Danneel, a pang of guilt washed over her, mingling with the desire that still burned fiercely in her heart.

She had known from the beginning that Jensen was married, that his relationship with Danneel was complicated, yet she had allowed herself to be swept away by the intensity of their connection. But now, faced with the reality of Jensen's marriage, Y/N couldn't ignore the truth any longer.

She had always known that she was playing with fire, but seeing Jensen and Danneel together was a reminder why she initially didn’t want to give in to the lust she felt for him. As Y/N turned away, her heart heavy with regret, she made a silent vow to herself, to end things with Jensen, to walk away before she caused any more damage. She couldn't continue to be the other woman.

With a heavy heart, Y/N slipped out of the party, the weight of her decision pressing down on her like a leaden cloak. She knew that walking away from Jensen would be painful, that it would leave a void in her heart that would never fully heal, but she also knew that it was the right thing to do.

Jensen's heart raced as he watched Y/N slip away into the night. He knew he couldn't let her go. Racing out into the cool night air, he spotted her car just pulling out of the driveway. Without a second thought, he dashed to his own car and followed her, his headlights casting long shadows on the empty road ahead.

Finally catching up to her, he flashed his lights, signalling for her to pull over. Y/N hesitated for a moment before complying, her expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty as Jensen approached her car. Rolling down her window, Y/N met Jensen's gaze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Jensen, what are you doing here?" she asked getting out of the car, her voice trembling with emotion. Jensen took a deep breath, his mind racing as he searched for the right words to say. "I couldn't let you leave without talking to you," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I need you to know that if I hurt you in any way, it was never my intent.” Y/N's breath caught in her throat at Jensen's words, the weight of his apology washing over her like a wave. ”It’s my own fault Jay. I told you I would... ” Her words faded. "I know," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jensen shook his head, his expression pained as he reached out to gently cup Y/N's cheek." And I love you too, Y/N," he said earnestly, his voice filled with conviction. "But I also love Danneel. And I know that I've made a mess of things, but I can't bear to lose either of you."

"I can't continue to be the other woman. I can't keep hurting her, hurting myself." Jensen nodded, his heart heavy with regret as he pulled Y/N into his arms, holding her tightly against him. "I understand," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

And as they stood together in the quiet of the night, the weight of their emotions hung heavy in the air, Jensen's heart pounded in his chest, overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings for Y/N. Without a word, he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a desperate kiss filled with longing and passion.

Y/N gasped in surprise at first, her body instinctively responding to the raw intensity of Jensen's kiss. But as the heat of the moment consumed them, she found herself melting into his embrace, her hands tangling in his hair as she returned his kiss with equal passion.

Their lips moved together in a fiery dance, each kiss igniting a spark of desire that burned brighter with each passing moment. They clung to each other as if their lives depended on it, the world falling away around them as they surrendered to the intoxicating pull of their shared passion.

For a timeless moment, there was only the two of them, locked in an embrace that transcended time and space. And as they finally pulled away, breathless and flushed with desire, they knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with.

They locked eyes, feeling the urge of their desire, Jensen and Y/N knew they couldn't resist each other any longer. With a silent understanding, they broke away from their embrace, their eyes locking in a shared moment of longing and anticipation.

Without a word, Jensen took Y/N's hand and led her to the backseat of his car, the cool leather seats offering a welcome sanctuary from the outside world. As they settled into the intimate space, their breaths mingled in the air, heavy with the promise of what was to come. The windows fogging up around them as they surrendered to the heat of their desire.

With trembling hands, Jensen gently cupped Y/N's face, his touch sending shivers down her spine as he leaned in to capture her lips in another searing kiss. Y/N responded eagerly, her body melting into Jensen's embrace as their passion ignited like wildfire.

Their tongues tangled together in a dance of desire, each kiss growing more fervent and urgent than the last as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. With a low growl of desire, Jensen pulled Y/N closer.

Their hands roamed feverishly over each other's bodies, each touch sparking a surge of electricity that pulsed between them. Clothes were shed in a frenzy of desire, discarded in a tangled heap on the floor of the car as they surrendered themselves completely to the heat of their passion.

In the dim light of the car, they became lost in each other, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm that echoed the thundering beat of their hearts. Time seemed to stand still as they soared to new heights of ecstasy, the intensity of their connection leaving them breathless and spent.

Y/N moaned softly against his lips, her nails digging into his skin as she arched into his touch, her body aching for more.

The car rocked with their movements as they surrendered to the passion that consumed them, the backseat becoming their own private sanctuary where time stood still and nothing else mattered but the intoxicating pull of their desire.

In that moment, there was only the two of them, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and ecstasy as they chased the ultimate release that awaited them just beyond the reach of their fingertips. And as they finally tumbled over the edge together, their cries of pleasure echoing into the night.

As they lay entwined in each other's arms, the air thick with the scent of their lovemaking, "Please don't go," Jensen pleaded. Y/N's heart ached at the vulnerability in Jensen's voice, the sincerity in his eyes melting away the walls she wanted to build around her heart.

With a trembling sigh, she allowed herself to be drawn back into his embrace, her body moulding against his as she buried her face in his chest. "I don't know if I can do this, Jay," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to hold back her tears. "I don't know if I can stay and watch you go back to her, knowing that I'll never be enough."

Feeling the weight of Y/N's pain and her need for reassurance, Jensen reached out, his touch tentative yet filled with an unspoken promise. He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that stained her cheeks.

"You are more than enough, Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity as he gazed into her eyes.

"You're beautiful, inside and out, and you deserve so much more than I've been able to give you." Y/N's breath caught in her throat at Jensen's words, the warmth of his touch soothing the ache in her heart. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she allowed herself to bask in the comfort he offered.

"Jensen," she whispered, "I want to believe you, but..." Jensen silenced her with a tender kiss, his lips soft against hers as he poured all of his love and devotion into the gentle press of his mouth.

When they finally pulled away, Jensen met Y/N's gaze with a fierce determination, his hands still cradling her face. "Let me show you," he said earnestly, his voice filled with conviction. "Let me prove to you just how much you mean to me. Just give some time."

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sandy-the-glader · 6 months

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Happy Halloween Stranger

Character: George Karim x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Length: 1.5k words

Summary: George comes across a beautiful Fittes agent he's never seen before. She's there to cure his boredom at the Fittes Halloween party and he wants to know more about her by the minute. Did I mention this is a masquerade and he has absolutely no idea who she is or how to find her?

Trope: Strangers to Lovers

A/n: This was fun to write so lmk if you want a part 2 or smth but this is a special for Halloween. A few more one-shots should come out next month so I'll get on that but like I'm in the mood to write for Mike Schmidt since the fnaf movie just came out soo hit up the inbox lol but anyways Happy Halloween everyone!!

George sat lonely at a table with a glass of champagne in his hand. He watched the dance floor as couples twirled together giggling at each other. One of those couples being Lucy and Lockwood. For the past few months at Portland Row, he had to deal with the constant third wheeling between them. Even on missions or even simple research jobs.

He swirled his drink in his hand and sighed. They had been dancing for hours and having fun by barely giving him a second glance. A mysterious woman seemed to take notice of it. George took a swig of champagne and slumped further into his seat wanting very much to leave the event and entirely disappear. He hated parties, especially a posh masquerade where he didn't know who anyone was beneath the mask.

He would honestly rather be handing out candy to the trick of treaters that came by and he hated that too.

I scanned his features well the ones I could see without him taking off his mask. After asking around the party I found out his name was George Karim. He works for the small agency of Lockwood and Co. There was something that drew me towards him. I don't know he looked so lonely and he wasn't like the rest of the guys here.

My feet started to walk over to his table, moving past all the rest of the masked folks. I couldn't care about any of these people here. My team was god knows where and I couldn't tell them apart from the other people here for the life of me. They were probably tipsy and making out with their partners on the dance floor. I want to have a little fun tonight. It was Halloween and I was not about to have a boring and wasted night.

I pulled out a chair at the table and sat down. The boy's eyes were immediately attached to my face out of confusion. They were a beautiful brown and they danced in the light.

His mask was also insanely creative. It was half gray half orange with swirls of black. Some of his dark curls fell over it.

"Some friends you have hm?" I spoke up nodding towards the other two members of Lockwood and Co. which were Lucy Carlyle and Anthony Lockwood. They were much more well-known than George Lockwood always being in the spotlight lately with his amazing achievements and Lucy as his partner in crime. George wasn't in the pictures they had in newspapers, let alone he wasn't mentioned much.

"What?" He quite obviously heard the question he was just startled that someone seemed to be talking to him.

"Your team," I spoke again. "they're out on the dance floor just enjoying themselves but I mean what about you? You look bored and don't seem to be enjoying your time here. Am I correct?" His brown eyes softened beneath the mask and he nodded slowly. He looked skeptical of this conversation but he seemed to be leaning into it. "Look, I've noticed they haven't been over here in perhaps an hour or more."

"Yeah but why is that your concern?" He huffed. I took out a pen and started to draw on a napkin on the table.

"I know I'm right. And you're right too, it isn't my concern but, you haven't told me to leave you alone yet." I pointed out. He sat up.

"Because I appreciated the company." He admitted. I finished writing on the napkin and shoved it in my pocket.

"So George Karim of Lockwood and Co. tell me why you're here in the first place? Since you seem to hate parties so much?"

"They forced me to. They wanted me to get out of the house and do something fun like go to a dance because 'I need someone to love' and dance with. They knew I wasn't going to dance here." He crossed his arms with annoyance.

"How about we dance?" He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me oddly. "Look I'm not saying you gotta love me but if your friends see you dancing and at least looking like you are enjoying yourself, you could go home quicker. I mean that was the whole point of coming here right?"

"And the fact they wanted to have a romantic outing." He rolled his eyes and I laughed. "I suppose that's not a bad idea. But sorry to tell you I don't dance with strangers I need to know who's behind the pretty mask." The flirt took me slightly aback.

"Y/n L/n. Come on Karim. The sooner you dance the sooner you're out of here and you can get back to whatever you were doing before."

"Do we need to shake on it since you're so eager to dance with me?" Oh, so he can joke I thought he almost wasn't able to for a second.

"Hey, I'm trying to save a bored boy at a posh old person's party be grateful." He smiled softly and we stood up. We made our way to the dance floor. He was insanely stiff.

"Do you even know how to dance Karim?" His eyes widen.

"Erm.. no." He said nervously shaking his head.

"It's okay. Lemme help you so you don't look like Bambi on ice." I took both of his hands and guided them to my hips and I draped my arms over his shoulders. "Now you're just going to move your feet in a smooth pattern. And relax your shoulders you look like a brick." He listened to my advice and I noticed him start to relax under my hands. "There you go! Perfect."

"How'd you learn how to dance?" He asked as we swayed. "Just as a kid. I've bounced around many agencies and they always had balls like these." He nodded understanding. "Though Fittes was the only one I stuck with because of its high reputation."

"Do you enjoy your job though?" He asked genuinely curious.

"The job is definitely something I enjoy doing It's just my team I'm not extremely fond of." I frowned. I looked into my eyes wanting me to continue my small rant. "They're always off on their own and they're extremely careless! I want to put my abilities to good use but I can't with them around." I noted.

"I know what you mean. I used to work here and I didn't think very highly of my team either."

"You did? Why don't you work here anymore? I mean not saying your team now isn't lovely." I glanced over across the dance floor at the duo.

"I got fired." He said throwing me off.

"You got fired? Jeez Karim, what did you do?" I said shocked that he would even be considered a problem. He seems so relaxed.

"Because I asked too many questions and was doing things above my pay grade." He said and shrugged his shoulder lightly.

"Fired for being a smarty pants." Cute. "Now that's something I could see. That's idiotic of them though. Your brain could be used for some good things here. But If you're happy at Lockwood and Co. then I'm happy for you." His cheeks flushed slightly and he looked puzzled but happy.

"Thank you." He murmered. I wanted to see the rest of what was under his mask. I took my hands and cupped his cheek and he copied my action. Maybe he was wondering the same thing. Maybe this could be more than a one-time thing. We seemed to get closer to inch closer together.

Lucy and Lockwood stumbled up to us unexpectedly. We backed away from each other. They were tipsy and they were giggling like school children. George looked surprised to see them and waited for them to talk. While George was distracted I took the napkin I drew on earlier and slipped it into the boy's pocket without him realizing.

"Georgieeeee" Lucy wined. "Your girlfriend is pretty but it's late we have to go." She tugged on his shirt and he stumbled.

"Lucy!" He tried to get her to stop yanking him away but she wouldn't budge. He looked backward at me and I waved.

"Goodnight 'Georgie' Happy Halloween." I smiled. He looked upset leaving but that was what he wanted wasn't it? To get home and not have to deal with these people. That was the whole plan.

As soon as I got home, I guided Lucy and Lockwood upstairs so they didn't fall they giggled the entire way up. The entire way.

"Goodnight Georgie!" Lucy said before slamming her door. I shook my head and finally entered my room. I collapsed onto my bed. Once I lied down I heard the crinkle of paper. I looked at my bed confused. I cleaned up all my research papers before we left so it couldn't be those.

I felt around the bed and then my pocket. I felt a small indent and I reached into the pocket and pulled it out. There was a small not that said

Just in case you need another dance partner ;)

xxx xxx xxxx

I smiled to myself and placed the napkin on my side table. Defiantly could put that to use later. I ended up having so much more fun than I could have ever thought. Happy Halloween to me.

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slut4tangerine · 2 years

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can you do something where amelia’s first born? and you guys are just in awe of your baby

Birth

— pairing: husband!Drew x Reader

— type: fluff

— summary: You go into labor with Drew by your side.

— a/n: this takes place before “co-parenting”

— warnings: mentions of pregnancy // mentions of labor // if i missed anything, please let me know

You were attempting to sleep despite being in such an uncomfortable position. You were nearly done with your pregnancy, as you had less than 2 weeks to go.

When you suddenly woke up with liquid dripping down your legs as you slept, you nearly had a heart attack.

You looked over at Drew, only to see him sleeping peacefully. You grabbed his shoulder and quickly shook him so he would wake up.

"Drew wake up!"

Drew could barely function, nonetheless comprehend what you were doing.

“Baby what’s going on?” He rubbed his eyes in attempt to wake himself up more.

“I think my water just broke” You’d never seen Drew get up and out of bed so fast.

“Oh my god okay. Uhm. Let’s go then” Drew raced around the house quickly to grab your hospital bag as well as any last minute things you might need.

With your hospital bag in hand, he helped you put on some shoes before guiding you outside and to the car.

His eyes raced between watching the road and making sure you're doing fine in the back seat.

When you had arrived at the hospital, Drew jumped out of the car and ran to get one of the nurses. They quickly brought out a wheelchair as Drew helped you settle into the chair.

It was insane, everything and everyone was going so fast.

Drew stayed by your side through it all, disappearing only for a few minutes to sign some important documents then ran back to you.

During the birth itself, he let you squeeze his hand hard till the color in it turned blue. He didn’t expect for you to nearly crush his hand in the process’s

At one point you started cursing at everyone who got near you, Drew being one of the main victims.

You were trying to push as hard as you possibly could.

“You’ve got this baby, just a bit more” Drew tried to reassure you, but it didn’t work.

"GET OUT!!" You screamed at him, but Drew was unfazed since he knew it was just your hormones.

After a few final pushes the baby was born, the cry of the baby in front of you made both yours and Drew’s hearts stop for a moment.

“It’s a girl!” The doctor said as she helped the nurses clean the baby up. You and Drew had opted to wait until you gave birth to find out what the gender was, and Drew was ecstatic to learn that his prediction was correct. Though he would’ve been happy regardless of the gender, he really wanted his first born to be a little girl.

His eyes bounced around from looking at you to looking at the baby that was nearly done being cleaned. He bent down and kissed your sweaty face, not realizing that he himself was crying.

"You did amazing, my love" he mumbled against your skin.

After calming down for a few minutes the nurses came back with your baby and the first you saw were her blue eyes, the ones that reminded you of Drew.

You laughed tiredly before pressing a kiss on the her head "My baby"

You looked up at Drew as he just stared at the little girl in awe. “She has your eyes, babe” You smiled at him as he wiped the tears from his face.

“Do you want to hold her?” You asked your husband as he slowly nodded.

“Hi, princess. It’s your daddy” Drew cooed at the little girl in his arms, running his finger across her small cheek as she stared at him in awe.

He held her for a while before the nurses took her from him and told him you need to be cleaned and put in a room to rest.

The very next day though your room was barged in by none other than your friends.

Madelyn being the first to walk in with the biggest gift basket you've ever seen in your life, followed by Austin, Chase, Madison, Rudy and JD.

"Where is the little one!?" Madelyn excitedly asked, you pointed your head towards the small bed beside you, where she was still sleeping.

"Can we wake her up!?" Rudy asked before Drew looked at you as you nodded.

Drew carefully picked her up and kissed her cheek before handing her to you, everyone gathered around to look at the little girl.

"She's so adorable!" Madison exclaimed.

"She has your eyes” Chase patted Drew on the back.

"And your nose y/n" Austin added.

You pouted at the last comment but Drew bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, which made you giggle.

Madelyn and Rudy were the first to hold her.

"What did you name her?" JD asked as he passed the baby to Chase to hold.

"Amelia… Amelia Grace Starkey" you said with a smile on your face.

“The Starkey’s” Drew smiled back at you as he held your hand.

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joequinnisgod · 2 years

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Surprises (requested)

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x co-star!reader

Request: Can you make a joe quinn x reader where they are bith actors and have been together since st4 shooting and now hes busy wjth promos for the show with jamie and like the reader sees how tired he is and stressed so she suprises him.with flowers and treats him like he needs to be and suprises him with a trip to spend much needed time together and she spoils him rotten there and she doesnt know he is planning to propose there at a restaurant and when they are back in their hotel they make love? And ahen they later share a bubblebath he thanks her for eveything shes done

Warnings: established relationship, stress, being overworked, engagement, sex(protected), also fluff I guess

Word count: 4282

A/N: Thank you for the patience dear requester, hope I fulfilled all your wishes <3 Also, I’m happy you guys liked Paris from the balcony!! :)

Dating isn't the easiest thing when you barely see each other with your partner. Ever since season four of Stranger Things came out, Joseph's been incredibly busy with doing interviews and promoting the show with Jamie. You also had the opportunity to do a few interviews in the begging, but Joseph has been getting a lot more attention lately. You were happier than ever that he was getting the recognition he deserves, but seeing him this tired worried you a lot. You'd always try to stay awake and wait for him to get home, but these attempts often ended up with you falling asleep on the couch. Other times he'd be long gone by the time you woke up, even though you always asked him to wake you so you could say goodbye. At this point one could say that he only came home to sleep and they'd be right. Whenever you did see each other, it was mostly just small talks. It made you both really upset that work separated you, so you decided to plan a surprise trip for the two of you. You knew that he would have the next week off and you couldn't be more excited for it.

You and Joseph first met during the pre-production of Stranger Things, at the first meeting the actors had. You were rather shy as it was a new working environment with new people, but you and Joseph being new on set helped bringing you closer together. Small talks turned into exchanged phone numbers, which turned into late night texts and calls and eventually it all lead to your first date, four years ago.

It was a little after 7PM, the smell of freshly made dinner still hanging in the air as you were setting the table. You made sure everything was immaculate, clean and neatly organized on the table. As you put the glasses on the wooden surface you heard the front door opening, signaling Joseph got home. You waited for him to say he's home and search for you in the house – like he usually does – but when none of those things happened, you grew curious. You walked down the corridor to the entrance, but the sight that greeted you in the foyer broke your heart; he was sitting on the entryway bench, his face in his palms.

"Joseph, what happened? Are you okay?"

You crouched down in front of him and started to stroke his arms. After gently pulling his palms from his face you saw just how tired he had truly been. Dark bags under his slightly red eyes, droopy eyelids, his skin a little more pale than usual and the small wrinkles around his eyes and on his forehead a tad more defined. You took his hands in yours and pulled him to stand up with you. Neither of you said a word, you just stood there, hugging in silence. You rubbed his back and drew circles on the back of his neck while he had his arms around your waist and his head in the crook of your neck.

"I made dinner." You said quietly after a few minutes. He lifted his head to look at you and you put your hand on his cheek as you pressed a sweet, loving kiss on his lips. Hand in hand, you walked to the dining room.

"You did this for me?" Said he, as his eyes scanned the room.

"Only for you. Come on, sit down, I'll be right back."

You walked to the kitchen, grabbed the two plates from the counter, full of his favourite meal and hurried back to him. After placing the dinner on the table you left the room once again, took the wine from the fridge and the bouquet of flowers you bought earlier.

"This is for you." You leaned down to press a kiss on his cheek as you held the flowers towards him.

"Thank you." He giggled softly at the gesture and after admiring the flowers, he put the bouquet in the empty vase that you had put on the table earlier. "I should be bringing you flowers like this."

"It's more than enough for me that I finally have you with me." You poured the wine.

After you both finished dinner you started to clean up the table while he took a shower. Soon, you were done and walked to bedroom after turning all the lights off in the house. You changed into your pyjamas since you had already taken a shower and sat on your side of the bed, waiting for him. A few minutes later he exited the bathroom and walked to the bed to claim his side of it.

"I have one more surprise for you."

"Alright love, but you'll have to do all the work 'cause I'm way too tired to move." He laid on his back.

"Not that." You laughed as you slapped his arm and took his hand on yours to play with his fingers. "I know how hard you've been working in the past weeks and months. It makes me sad to see you this exhausted and I've been missing you. A lot. So, I've been thinking and I figured we could go to Rome next week. A little vacation to make up for the time we spent apart from each other. What do you say? It's okay if you don't want to go, I can cancel the bookings."

"Come here." He pulled you down beside him after a moment of silence and he wrapped his arms around you tightly. "I'd love nothing more." He took your face in his hands and started to plant kisses all over it. Before he got to your lips he stopped a little to admire and take in your beauty.

"I love you so much, darling." He said and kissed you not even waiting for a response since he didn't need one; your actions showed him how much you loved him.

A few days later you were knee deep in the wonders of Rome and the Italian culture. Waking up in each other's arms again, knowing you don't have to rush anywhere felt like a blessing. Even though you woke up before him each morning, you let him sleep in so he could really get some rest. After getting ready you would go out for breakfast, to a different place every day. Throughout the day you would try to visit the most attractions possible or you would just spend the day at the hotel's pool, like today. For dinner you would also go to a different restaurant each night.

"Where do you wanna go for dinner?" You asked as you walked out of the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel.

"Well, I actually made some reservations for us. Hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind. Can I get any hints?" You walked over to him and sat in his lap as you tossed the towel on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Put on something nice." He smiled.

"Wanna help me with choosing the dress?"

"As much as I'd love to, I'm afraid that would lead to something else and we have to be at the restaurant by 7.".

"Are you sure? You know how indecisive I can get." You started kissing his neck.

"Didn't you get enough this morning? Or last night?" He chuckled.

"It was more than enough, I just can't get enough of you." You connected your lips. His hand started to stroke you thigh as the other rested on your waist.

"How about..we finish..this..after we get back?" He said between quick pecks. "I still have to take a shower and you have to get ready. We don't wanna be late, do we?"

"Alright." You stood up after one last kiss, took his hand in yours and guided him to the bathroom. You started doing your makeup while he undressed himself and stepped into the shower. After you did your makeup and hair, you walked back in the room to your suitcase to pick a dress. Looking at the clothes you packed, you did become indecisive. As your eyes wandered across the room, it settled on a dress you bought the day before. You were walking down the busy streets of Rome before dinner, talking about anything that came on your mind as you saw the dress in a shop window and fell in love with it right away.

You slipped the dress on and reached behind trying to pull the zipper up, unsuccessfully. You walked to the balcony where Joseph went a few minutes ago. He was already dressed in his white shirt and white suit, with his usual chains around his neck. He stood at the railing, adoring the view when you walked to him and hugged him from behind, which made him turn to face you.

"Fucking hell, baby." You heard him say as he checked you out.

"Can you zip it for me, please?" You smiled as his reaction made you blush. After he gently turned you around and did as you asked, he grabbed your hand and twirled you.

"You have no idea how close I am to cancelling the reservation." He put his hand on your cheek as he pulled you closer. "You look beautiful."

"You don't have anything to complain about either, handsome. I love this suit on you." You smiled as you kissed him.

Arriving to the restaurant, the most delicious smells lingered all around you, light jazz was playing across the building, the sound of people chatting and cutlery clinking filled the air. As the waiter led you to your table you had a little time to examine the place; the nude coloured walls with beautiful paintings decorating them, the shiny marble tiles on the floor, the big and detailed crystal chandeliers, couples having the time of their lives and families celebrating at the bigger tables. You followed the waiter outside to the terrace, where the warm summer air and a stunning view welcomed you. He led you to a rather private part of the restaurant. There were only a few tables around which were empty, only freshly ironed table cloths, flowers, plates and silverware filling them.

"Thank you." You said to the waiter as he pulled out your chair so you could sit down.

"Here are your menus, please do let me know when you're ready to order. Until then can I bring you some beverages?"

"We would like the finest white wine you have." Joseph said as he knew you like to drink white wine on occasions like this.

"Alright, Sir. I'll be right back."

"I wanted to pull out your chair." He said pouting as soon as the waiter was out of sight.

"It's okay, Joseph." You smiled. "This place is gorgeous."

"I'm glad you like it." He smiled while examining your face, as you took in the view. Unbeknownst to you, his heart was beating rapidly in his throat just by thinking about the little black velvet box in his suit jacket's inside pocket. It's been on his mind ever since he bought it, but especially today. During the shower and while being on the balcony he kept imagining what the moment would actually be like and how you would react.

The waiter was soon back with the wine, pouring a glass for you each before he took your orders.

"You know, I'm really happy we get to spend some time together again. This vacation was a great idea, love." He reached across the table to take your hand in his.

"Well, to see you come home so drained and exhausted every day was breaking my heart. Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy for you and the opportunities you get but it's bad to see you so overworked and overwhelmed."

"I know these past weeks and months haven't been ideal and I'm sorry about that. I always knew you supported me in every way and I'm grateful for that. Thank you for being so patient with me and for caring about me, it really means the world to me and I want you to know how much I love you. You always make my days and manage to turn my worst ones into the best. You gave me so much during these past four years and you've proven to me countless times that you're my soulmate. I feel like the luckiest guy and I'll forever be grateful for the day I met you. You changed my life for the better and turned me into a better man. I can only hope you'll never get tired of me and I'll get to grow old with you." He rose from his seat and kneeled down in front of you as he reached for the velvet box. "You truly are the love of my life and the reason I smile every day. Darling," – he opened the little box – "do you want to grow old with me?"

You were absolutely speechless. The man of your life kneeling in front of you, asking you to be his wife, to spend the rest of your lives together. His eyes shining brightly with the lights reflecting in them, a curl hanging loosely on his forehead, his nervous smile wider than ever, his hands holding the box, just waiting for your answer. The thought of waking up next to him for the rest of your life made your heart beat faster. Making new memories with him and sharing new experiences is all you ever wanted.

"I want nothing more, yes!" You reached your hand as he took the ring out of the box, held your finger and slid it on. You jumped from your seat as he stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you before pulled back, placed his hands on both sides of your face as a tear rolled down your cheek.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby." He connected your lips in a passionate, loving kiss. "Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world."

"Thank you for giving me the chance make you the happiest."

The rest of the dinner was spent with chatting, you admiring the ring and enjoying the view as the setting sun painted the sky in beautiful shades of orange and pink. The walk back to the hotel was filled with laughter as you clung onto his arm while walking hand in hand, the gentle breeze danced with your hair. The hotel lobby was quiet, the only sounds audible came from the receptionist typing on the keyboard and your high heels. The sharp clicking of your stilettos on the marble tiles turned into soft thumps on the carpeted floor of the hallway that led to your room. As the door closed, you pulled Joseph into a tight hug.

"Thank you for tonight." A quiet murmur left your lips as your head laid in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you for saying yes."

"Don't thank that. You could ask the question a million times and I'd always say yes." You smiled as your fingers played with his hair. His hands came up to cup your face as he connected your lips in a slow, gentle kiss. Soon, there was no sign of sweetness or innocence in the kiss, instead it grew sloppier and more passionate. You stepped out of your stilettos which had him leaning down a little more to keep your lips connected as the height difference grew.

Joseph broke the kiss as he kicked his shoes to the side, took his jacket off and threw it on the nearest chair. Your hands found the buttons of his shirt and started undoing them. He pressed sweet, slow kisses down your neck as your fingers worked on the somewhat stubborn buttons. His hands travelled up and down your back, stroking it affectionately. By the time you unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his pants, his hand had found the zipper of your dress. He slowly pulled it down, his other hand tracing the skin that became exposed by his action. His lips wandered to you shoulder while he slowly slid the strap of your dress down. Your hands slid down his chest and stomach, feeling his muscles slightly tense at your touch. When you reached his belt you ran your fingers along the line of his waistband, causing him to exhale sharply. Your hands started fidgeting with his belt, slowly undoing it, doing the same to the button and the zipper of his pants. As you slowly pulled his pants down, you also started to lower yourself. His hands came around your waist to stop you and pulled you back up.

"I don't want none of that tonight, love. I just want to make sweet love to my fiancée. Okay?" He cupped and stroked your cheek. You smiled and kissed him. "Jump." Said he, while wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs. Walking to the bed, he gently placed you on the soft mattress and crawled to hover over you. Putting his weight on his forearm he moved the hair out of your face. "Soon-to-be Mrs. Quinn."

He kissed your face as you giggled at his words. His lips traced the well-known path down your neck once again, this time not stopping at your collarbone. The sensation of his lips and facial hair discovering your chest and stomach made you sigh and whine beneath him. His hands followed his way down your body. Eventually, he got to the top of your underwear. He lifted his head a bit, eyes looking for yours. When he realised you were already getting lost in the moment, he pressed a kiss on your clothed pelvis with a groan, his fingers getting caught in the waistband but not pulling it down yet. To his actions you raised your head, meeting his dark brown eyes full of love, adoration and lust staring deeply into yours.

"Already getting overwhelmed, love?" He rasped with a smirk before kissing the inside of your thighs.

"Joseph, baby, I need you."

"Oh, I can feel that." He touched the wet spot on your panties. He started pulling it down at a teasingly slow pace while keeping his eyes on you, watching your eyebrows furrowing with impatience. He thew your underwear aside as you pulled your legs up, opening them wide for him. He covered your pelvis in gentle kisses, making his way further down with each one. The sudden feeling of his tongue between your folds with his humming made you moan and jump a little, to which he placed his hands on your hips, holding them still. He placed his mouth on your clit and started sucking the sensitive spot and flicking it with his tongue as he slowly pushed two fingers in. The continuous movement of his tongue and fingers, his groans, the stroking motion across your belly by his other hand got you closer and closer to the edge. His hands found your breasts, starting to play with your already hardened nipples.

"Please don't stop, baby." You let out a shaky breath. "I'm close."

His tongue and fingers started to work faster in sync, his humming sending vibrations through your entire body. Your hips began rolling down on his fingers to match his rhythm, feeling desperate to cum. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting that one spot that made your eyes roll back. Your back suddenly arched as you hit your high, his name falling off your lips between heavy moans. When you seemed to calm down and catch your breath, he slowly stopped his movements and climbed up so you could be face to face.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay, Joseph." You giggled, your eyelids already growing heavy. He kissed you with a smile while his hands wandered up and down your side. You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, signalling him to take it off. He slid it down his legs and kicked it down on the floor after breaking the kiss. He reached for the box on the nightstand and took a small square-shaped foil out of it. He opened it with his teeth as he kept the eye contact. You eyed him up and down; him standing on his knees, his erection against his stomach while rolling the condom down his shaft and throwing the packaging on the floor. He stroked himself a few times before laying between your legs, holding himself up with his arm next to your head, his hand guiding his cock towards your entrance.

"You ready, doll?" He dragged his nose gently against your cheek, planting a kiss there.

"For you, always." He kissed your lips as he pushed himself into you, his hand moving to your thigh, bringing it up to wrap it around his waist as he thrusted deep into you. The kiss was broken by your gasp and his moan, your hands already on his back, lightly scratching it. The way he stretched you felt delicious. After a few minutes of light strokes on your arm, you felt his slow, hard thrusts in your stomach, the feeling knocking the breath out of your lungs. His movement was paired with sloppy kisses across your neck as he repeatedly said his 'I love you's. When his warm hand finally found yours, he intertwined your fingers next to your head.

This was a moment you were going to remember for the rest of your life. He truly filled all your senses, he was everywhere; his hot, sweaty skin right against yours, his cold chains hanging down on your chest, his deep moans and heavy breaths next to your ear, the smell of his cologne and sex in your nostrils, the view you had of him moving above you and his scrunched up face – until he buried his face in your neck –, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. The room was rather dark, only the lights from outside lit it through the window. Your moans and gasps grew louder and sharper each time due to the overwhelming experience.

He let go of your hand and reached for your thigh that was wrapped around his waist and brought it up to rest it on his shoulder, hitting your sweet spot at a completely new angle now, making you moan loudly. He hissed at the feeling of your nails scratching his back and you clenching around him, bringing him closer to the edge.

"My god, it feels so good, Joseph." You felt your back arching, your breasts pressing against his bare chest.

"I'm so close, fuck. Eyes on me, love." He squeezed your cheeks together to keep your head still before you felt his hand on your clit as he began drawing circles.

That was all you needed to fall apart beneath him: fighting the urge to close your eyes, eyebrows furrowing, his name and curse words upon your lips, back arching even more, nails digging into his skin, your hand squeezing his, clenching tightly around him, toes curling. The sight of you coming undone underneath him made Joseph loose it too. His hips stilled for a moment after a few deep thrusts, a deep moan leaving his lips with your name, his dark eyes fixed on yours, hand squeezing hand again. He laid his head on your chest as collapsed on top of you, your hand from his back coming up to his hair, slowly stroking it.

You laid in the dark room, the sounds of rapid breathing bouncing off the walls, the smell of sex lingering in the air, just you and him.

"I love you." He looked up at you, kissing the valley between your breasts before pacing his chin there.

"I love you, Joseph." You stroked his back. He lifted himself from you before pulling out. He stood up from the bed and walked to the bin to throw away the used condom after tying it. He went to the bathroom and walked to the bathtub to turn the tap on. After making sure the temperature was right, he put some shower gel in the water, making a bubble bath. He let the water run so it could fill the tub and walked back to you. Climbing back above you, he started planting kisses down your arm. From your shoulder to the back of your hand, then the tip of your fingers separately.

"Come on, let's take a bath." He wrapped both your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He stood up once again and walked to the bathroom with you in his arms. After the tub was full enough with water and bubbles, he closed the running tap. He climbed in first, then reached his hand to you so you could climb in easily. You were laying in silence, your back against his chest while playing with his hand.

"Thank you for everything." You kissed his palm.

"Love, you don't need to thank for anything. I should be the only one thanking for all you've done for me. For supporting me, being by my side all the time, caring about me, loving me, making me happy, for choosing to spend the rest of our lives together." He nuzzled his head in the crook of your head. "I can't wait to marry you."

"Neither can I, baby. I love you." You turned your head to kiss him, your future husband.

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Thank you for reading it, hope you enjoyed it! Requests are open, feedbacks are appreciated :) Have a lovely day / night! <3

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carnivorousyandeere · 9 months

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"not using “willpower,” alone to get through it? 🤔"

Dont worry im sure darling can still make it a challenge by relentlessly teasing him 🤭😏

Ian looks at the date and time on his phone, and then at the mirror. He runs his fingertips over his stubble regretfully. He should’ve shaved yesterday, but now it’s too late— November 1st, the start of No-Shave November.

Oh well. He wraps a towel around his waist, heading out to the bedroom. When he sees you and Drew waiting for him, he freezes, excitement curling low in his gut at the looks on your faces.

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: chastity, chastity cage

Info: gender-neutral reader, dom reader, two doms one sub, co-domming, dom yandere, sub yandere

You beckon him towards you, smiling when he obeys. His eyes drop to your lap as you move your hands to reveal a pretty little cock cage in your favorite color. His cock twitches already.

Drew’s arms wrap around his waist from behind, lips pressed to his ear. “Happy November.”

“You had a little trouble last year,” your grin widens, fingers stroking the material of the cage thoughtfully, “so we thought we’d get you something to help~”

Ian shivers at your words, and the way Drew’s breathy laugh tickles his ear. Her hand covers his, enticing him to drop the towel. He’s already half-hard, biting his lip in embarrassment at the memory of failing the last No Nut November.

Drew smiles at you over his shoulder, nonchalantly tapping his hard-on. “See? Told you this would happen.”

She whispers back to Ian, “Here, lay down with me.”

She leans back, halfway propped up by pillows and the headboard, and lets Ian lay back against her. You follow them both, hands resting on Ian’s thighs as the Bardots settle. Drew grabs the ice pack and wash cloth she’d prepared before, laying it over Ian’s erection. She smooths his hair back and kisses his forehead, soothing Ian as he hisses in discomfort from the cold feeling.

You can’t help but shiver in excitement too, watching your lovers prepare. When Ian’s erection finally subsides, Drew holds him still while you work quickly and carefully to lube him and fit the cage before he can get too excited again. Ian tries not to squirm, but can’t help shivering harder at your touch. When you line up the pins, click them into place, and click the lock shut, Ian shudders and lays back against Drew’s chest.

“How’s it feel?” You ask, tapping the material of the cage, letting your fingers slip to any openings to tease his skin through it.

Ian grunts, hazy expression giving away his rapid descent into subspace. “S’good.”

Drew grins, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

~~~

Ian enjoys it, and wants to be good, but also can’t help wanting to cum— he’s a little disappointed that he can’t seem to convince either of his key holders to let him for the whole month.

~~~

Ian sits at your feet, chin resting on your knee as you play on your phone. He breathes in, about to speak—

“If you ask me to unlock you for anything other than a medical emergency, No Nut November will become two months instead.”

Ian closes his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knee even as he pouts a little.

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fortheloveoffanfic · 1 year

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The Holiday Arrangement

Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: When co-parenting during the holidays becomes difficult to navigate, Y/n brings a proposal to her ex-husband, Andy; spend Christmas together- for the sake of their daughter. Their already complicated arrangement becomes even more messy new memories dredge up buried feelings. Masterlists Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: Tensions boil over between Y/n and Andy when she proposes an unconventional arrangement Warnings: Angst

“Outside.”

From just his text, Y/n could tell that Andy was still mad at her. Over the past three days, she'd wasted hours at night thinking about how he'd misconstrued her words- and how it was, at least in part, her fault. She should have clarified that she thought it was good for Grace,

She should have gone with them to the Christmas village.

It wasn't like going with them had meant forgetting about being separated- even if part of her wished it did. She missed it sometimes; him, the life they had together, their family. The first three years after Grace had been born had probably been the best years of Y/n’s life; Andy was thrilled to be a father again, she was an excited first time mother and Grace was a bubbly baby then toddler- they were all so happy. It was hard to believe that things had fallen apart so quickly.

As Y/n descended the stairs, she shook off the pang of emotion that had proded at her chest; remembering what they were in comparison to what they’d become always hurt, but the holidays were making it worse somehow. It might have been because she’d grown used to the way things were or it could have been the fact that even things had started going sour a couple years before she’d filed for divorce, she and Andy had always sought a way to patch things up around Christmas time.

Maybe it was because she could see so clearly that Grace was unhappy.

Andy was just coming up the porch steps, Grace perched on his hip with her head laid on his right shoulder while her bag was hooked on the left one and her stuffed toy was held in his free hand, when Y/n pulled the front door open. "Hey," he mouthed with a tired smile, matching her soft one. "Sorry we're late," he whispered, moving past Y/n as she ushered them inside, shutting the cold out the minute he stepped off the mat.

"Its okay," still maintaining her faint soiree, Y/n relieved Andy of Grace's bag and stuffed toy, “Why don’t you go put her down, I’ll deal with this later.” He nodded, heading upstairs wordlessly.

Determined to iron things out between them, for their daughter's sake above all else, Y/n set Grace’s things down before moving to the kitchen to get a couple wine glasses out of the cupboard and then a bottle of wine out of the integrated refrigerator. She was just fitting the corkscrew to the top- or at least, trying to- when Andy came down again, pausing on the other side of the counter.

“Do you want me to….?” When she glanced up, pausing her clumsy struggle, he was gesturing to the bottle.

Y/n huffed a shaking chuckle, “Thank you.” Gnawing on her lower lip, she slid the bottle across the counter, watching intently as Andy twisted the device into the cork with barely any effort. “See,” she giggled dryly, “This is why I’ve been drinking shitty screw top wine.”

Andy grinned and slowly, Y/n could feel the tension between them melting away, “You could get one of those uh…” He thought on it for a moment as he handed over the bottle so Y/n could pour them each a glass, “The electric ones.”

Before responding, Y/n drew in a sip of her wine, humming contentedly as notes of smokey vanilla and cherry danced on her tongue, “I keep meaning to buy one,” she glanced down into her glass, not knowing how to tell him that she missed when he’d open wine bottles; it always meant that they were about to spend time together. “I just….I’ve got a million things to do-”

“Of course,” Andy nodded awkwardly, “I noticed-”

“I’m sorry-” They spoke in unison, words fumbling and leading to a moment of flustered apologies followed by Andy encouraging her to go first, “Oh, I was just gonna apologize for Wednesday. I didn’t mean to….doesn’t matter.” She shook her head, deciding that there was no use in explaining that she hadn’t meant to hurt his or Grace’s feelings- she had and all she could do was tell him what she had meant and hope he believed her. “I didn’t say ‘no’ because of what’s going on between us,” she punctuated her words with another sip of wine, and Andy mirrored the gesture as he listened, “I just thought that if Gracey saw that she could have a good time with us separately then maybe she’d be more open to the two Christmases thing. And I didn’t want to confuse her….but she’s five and I’m an idiot, so I guess I just hurt her instead.”

Across the counter, Andy sighed and when Y/n set her glass down, pressing her hands to the chilly surface, he rested one of his hands over hers, “You’re not an idiot,” he words prompted her to lift her head and match her shining gaze with his, “You’re a mother who’s trying to do the right thing,” he moistened his lips and gave her hand a squeeze, “I shouldn’t have accused you of being selfish when all you do is put her first. All you’ve ever done is put both of us first….even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Y/n glanced at their joined hands. She didn’t know how to respond to what he’d said, so she attempted to brush it off, “What were you gonna say?” When Andy furrowed his brows, she clarified, “Earlier, you noticed….”

“Oh-Oh!” He pulled his hand away and Y/n tired to pretend that the abrupt end in contact didn’t bother her, “I noticed that you didn’t get the lights hung, did your guy have to reschedule or something?” He questioned causally, taking a drag of red.

She’d almost forgotten that she’d lied about having someone to do it and with that realization came another; she’d forgotten to ask her friends if they had any recommendations. “No, no,” Y/n stuttered, feeling her cheeks go warm, “I um, I lied about that; I didn’t have anyone I just didn’t want it to be weird,” she cringed.

“Well, I offered, so,” he shrugged awkwardly and they paused and after a minute, he added suddenly, “I’ll come over tomorrow-”

“Oh, I don’t want you to go out of your way-”

“It wouldn’t be out of my way,” Andy shrugged again, that time with one shoulder, “Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be here. Its just lights, Y/n, and I’m happy to do it.”

Y/n hesitated as she studied everything he’d just said; for a moment, he reminded her of the man she’d married- not the one she’d divorced. “Thank you,” she smiled faintly. “Refill?” She offered, off the cuff.

Andy drained his glass and fished through his pockets for his keys, “I probably shouldn’t,” despite his refusal, Y/n thought she saw his expression fall a little, “Gotta drive,” he jingled his keys a little.

“I’ll walk you out,” she rounded the counter, taking her almost empty glass with her. In silence, they strolled towards the front door, and when they reached it, Y/n hesitantly reached for the knob and opened it. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You will definitely see me tomorrow,” Andy reaffirmed, “Good night Y/n,” a hint of a smile graced his lips, brightening his tired features.

She freed one of her hands so she could reach out and affectionately grip his forearm, “Goodnight Andy.” Then, without thinking, possibly because the moment felt like one out of a happier time, Y/n leaned up on her tiptoes to press her lips to his cheek.

But he turned- or maybe she’d estimated wrong.

Whatever the cause; before either of them could register it, their lips were pressed together and instead of moving to break their accidental kiss, Y/n lifted her hand to his face while Andy laid his on her hip. The thought of pulling away didn’t even come to mind until Andy moved to deepen the endearment- that was when Y/n stepped back with a gasp. “I am so sorry,” her hand, formerly on his cheek, flew to her lips though she swore she could still feel the roughness of his beard on her soft fingers. She’d missed that.

“My fault,” he pointed towards his own chest accusingly, “I shouldn’t have-”

“No, that was totally on me,” a nervous sound escaped her throat, “I was the one that-”

“You know what?” He cut her off, “Doesn’t even matter, it was probably the wine,” or maybe it wasn’t, “And I gotta go,” he gestured towards the door.

“You should do that,” unwittingly, Y/n licked her lips, “Good night, again.”

Andy nodded briskly, stepping outside, under the glow of the yellow porch light, “Yeah, okay, ‘night,” he half waved before turning on his heel and retreating towards his car, parked near the sidewalk. With shaking breaths, Y/n waited until he’d started the car and pulled off before hastily shutting the door only to press her back firmly to the wooden surface. In one long swing, she finished off her wine only to bring her hand to her mouth once more.

She couldn’t believe she’d just done that.

She hadn’t realized how much she missed it.

The next day. Before heading towards the front door, Andy lingered in the security of his car for a handful of minutes longer. He had kissed his ex-wife- or maybe she had kissed him. The specifics didn’t matter. But it did matter that she’d pushed him away when, primarily on muscle memory, he’d moved to deepen the kiss. It had been such an instinctive gesture, and even though they hadn’t kissed in almost a year, being like that with her felt so natural.

He’d missed that. Andy missed his wife, everything they had together.

Fiddling with the bottom of the steering wheel, Andy mulled over his and Y/n’s kiss, and their failed marriage, for a moment more before deciding that it was time to get out of the car. As promised, he’d gotten to her place just after lunch that Sunday afternoon in anticipation of putting up the garland and lights on the roof and windows. It was something he’d been doing since their first Christmas together; she loved decorating and he loved seeing her happy.

Upon reaching the front door, Andy was about to tap the cool surface with his fist when it swung open abruptly. “Hey,” Y/n smiled tightly before inviting him inside.

“Hi,” Andy matched her forced grin and he could easily tell that the awkwardness from the previous night had yet to let up. Swallowing harshly, he rubbed his hand over the side of his face, feeling the roughness of his beard under his worn touch. After the flustered greeting, they lingered in the foyer, fumbling for things to say; it was clear that they were both still thinking about that kiss. Though, Andy wasn’t sure if they were thinking about it in the same way;

Did she regret it? Or did she miss him the way he missed her?

“So the lights,” he disturbed the tense silence, “Do you-”

“Daddy!” Grace’s small voice reached his ears minutes before she bent the corner and came barreling towards him. Andy made it to his knees just in time for her to crash into his chest, only for him to easily scoop her up.

“Hey there Bunny,” he chuckled brightly as he stood again, maintaining his hold on her as he did. “Missed you so much,” Andy peppered her small face with a series of kisses, prompting Grace to giggle loud and wildly.

“That tickles daddy!” She laughed, cupping his face in her tiny hands.

Burying his face in the side of her head, Andy squeezed her affectionately for a moment before rearing his head back a bit, “You smell like cinnamon, what’s my little Gracey up to?”

“We’re making a gingerbread house!” She explained excitedly, and out of the corner of his eye, he noted that Y/n had perked up. “Mommy and I made all the pieces ourselves,” Grace continued proudly. Before he could think to stop it, Andy’s smile faltered; Y/n had been trying to make that a tradition amongst the three of them since Grace turned three and for two years, she’d put it off because he was too busy with work. Now they were doing it without him.

Struggling to maintain his former mood, Andy powered through the strange mixture of guilt and disappointment that had settled in his chest. “That’s awesome, Bunny,” he beamed with feigned vigor, “I can’t wait to see it when you guys are done.” He sent Grace down, and she skipped off towards the kitchen to wait for her mother.

“You guys are making gingerbread houses,” Andy noted, returning his attention to Y/n, whose smile had also faded.

“Yeah,” she hugged her arms, “You know it was something I’ve wanted to do.”

Andy nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I know,” he paused, trying to talk himself out of his next words, “I’m sorry I was such a jerk about it last year….and the year before-”

“Its okay,” Y/n waved dismissively, “I get it; Christmas isn’t your thing,” she shrugged.

“But it is yours,” Andy emphasized. She loved all of it; the decorating, the music, the snow, the movies and the baking. Sure, he’d gone through the motions, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he also wasn’t there for a lot; Grace’s first time seeing Santa Claus, all the times they’d baked cookies together and went shopping. He’d put work in front of them so many times.

“Its okay, promise,” Y/n reaffirmed, “Its over now.”

Over- done, finished, never to be revisited.

Yet another stint of silence was traded and finally, Andy remembered his original reason for being there; the lights and the garland. “I should get started,” he pointed towards the door with his thumb.

“Yeah, right,” Y/n smiled hesitantly, “Well, be careful, you know with the ladder and everything. And its probably slippery up there.”

Andy dismissed her concern with a casual wave, “Ah, I know my way around that roof,” he teased. He was about to say something else when Grace poked her head into the hallway, a smidge of frosting swiped onto her cheek as she excitedly asked if Y/n was coming back. “You should probably…..”

“Definitely,” Y/n laughed softly, starting to walk away, “Oh! The ladder’s where you left it in the garage and I put the lights in there too. Yell if you need me,” she added before turning the corner and waving absently. Andy lingered there long enough to hear Y/n and Grace laughing in the kitchen, if he’d been a better husband, he would have been there too.

Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his coat, Andy shook his head and moved over to the side door that led to the garage; if he’d been a better husband, a lot of things would have been different.

Somewhere between inviting Andy to stay for dinner then a movie and hot cocoa, and lounging on the sofa Grace cuddled between them as Polar Express played on the television, Y/n realized that, like their daughter, she longed for Christmas to be the way it was before. Accepting that her marriage was failing had been tough and their divorce had been heartbreaking, but being reminded of everything they used to be was like a turning blade buried in her chest. She missed everything that came with them being together- taking Grace to the Christmas village together, movie nights, building snowmen and watching Andy show Grace how put out milk and cookies on Christmas Eve night.

It was possible that she’d been missing that even before they’d separated.

The thought made Y/n’s face fall. With a sigh, she shook her head and carried on with tidying the kitchen, occasionally throwing an eye out towards the living room, where both Andy and Grace were caught between dozing off and trying to stay awake for the last thirty minutes of the movie. He was slouched into the corner of the sofa, a throw pillow wedged behind him, one leg sprawled out along the length of the couch while one arm laid draped on the tweed upholstered armrest while the other secured Grace’s small body to his broad, sweater clad chest. It had been nice, she thought, going through the day together without fighting with him, then having dinner together and finally sitting together to watch a movie. If only it could be like that again.

Then it hit her; maybe it could.

Maybe they could go back to some semblance of what they used to be, just for the holidays. The idea sparked a wildfire in her mind and suddenly, it seemed like the perfect solution to their predicament- she just needed to get Andy on board.

Prompted by the excitement of her idea, Y/n began cleaning up a little quicker, and when the movie was through, she caught Andy before he took Grace upstairs, after he graciously offered to get her ready for bed so Y/n could finish up in the kitchen, asking if they could talk before he left. Naturally, he’d obliged promising that it probably wouldn’t take long since Grace seemed all tuckered out.

With haste, Y/n made short work of loading their empty mugs into the dishwasher, along with the rest of dishes from dinner, put the leftovers away and stowed their gingerbread house.

She was just wiping down the counters when Andy returned, that time with a few wet spots on his sweater, presumably from wrangling Grace in and out of the bath, and then to and from the sink to brush her teeth. His eyes were tired and as he dragged himself towards the breakfast bar, so he could retire into a barstool. Upon sitting, he sighed softly and rubbed the area that connected his left shoulder to his neck

“You okay?” She frowned, setting the dish towel aside, “Did you mess up your shoulder again?” It was an old injury, he’d told her he’d gotten it during his short lived college football career, and ever so often, he’d do the wrong thing and aggravate it.

“No,” he winced, though trying his best to hide it, “Just a little stiff,” when she rounded the counter to stand behind him, Andy protested weakly, “You don’t have to-”

“Shh,” she cut him off with sternly, “Call it workman’s comp,” she joked quietly, placing her hands on the top of his shoulders so she could start kneading them soothingly. She’d probably done it a hundred times, sometimes just as a display of affection while he worked at the dining table, other times at night, before bed after he’d spent the day working outside. Every single time, it had felt natural, instinctive even- if the man she loved was in pain, then she was going to do something about it.

That night, it felt natural too, just like old times.

“That feels amazing,” Andy hummed with a gentle sigh, relaxing into her touch. “You know, I got one of those things, those…..massage pillow things- I hate it. Doesn’t do it like you,” he added softly.

“Well, I do know your body,” she commented with a brief laugh, only thinking of how inappropriate it sounded after the careless words had broken air, “That sounded…..wrong.”

Andy chuckled heartily, “Well, technically it isn’t, but I got what you meant,” he sighed again, speaking up after a couple minutes of silence that for once, in a damn long time, felt comfortable. “Maybe we-"

“Can I ask you-”

They both stopped and Andy huffed while Y/n gnawed on her lower lip, “We did it again.”

“Yeah,” she suspired heavily, “Not as in sync as we used to be,” she noted with halfhearted amusement, when really, the comment killed her a little inside. They used to be so in-tune with each other, now it was hard to believe that they’d once been married for seven years.

“What were you gonna ask me?” Andy turned slightly to regard her, and shaking her head, Y/n straightened his head by gently cupping his jaw and shifting his face, “Sorry,” he chortled quietly. In her mind. Y/n almost reprimanded herself for crossing a boundary like that, but quickly realized that it couldn’t have been worse than kissing him and offering to rub his shoulders.

A shuddered breath vacated her bare lips and she attempted to remedy the abrupt onset of nerves. Just ask him. Hesitating for a moment more, Y/n finally relented. “I’ve been thinking……do you wanna…..do you miss the way things were?”

It took a while, but eventually, Andy probed, “What do you mean?”

“Like….Christmas, the way we did things before…..it went bad,” she cringed at her wording, wishing she’d said it differently.

Andy swallowed thickly, “Of course I miss it,” he admitted, almost below his breath, “Don’t you.”

Emitting a sound of acknowledgement, Y/n kept her profession just as low, “I didn’t think I did….but I do,” pausing, she used a minute to gather her courage and rearrange the way she wanted to vocalize her thoughts, “What if we just….went back to that for a while,” her hands, still rubbing into his broad shoulders, slowed down a little so she could properly gauge his reaction.

Even from behind, she could see that his brows were knitted and his lips were turned down in confused frown, “What do you mean?”

There wasn’t anything too definitive behind his words, and Y/n knew him well enough to know that that probably wasn’t a good thing. It meant he was trying to disconnect and think logically- and logic stated that what she was suggesting was unhealthy and maybe even a little selfish. “I mean…..we’d go back to how things were when we were good- mostly. We wouldn’t be together, obviously, but we’d hang out together- with Gracey, of course. You’d spend the holidays here-"

Shrugging off her touch, Andy stood, “You were the one that didn’t want to confuse her.” His jaw was set tightly and his gaze hardened with anger- or maybe it was hurt. “You don’t want to go to a fucking Christmas village with us last week, and now all of a sudden you want me to move back here. That’s pretty fucking confusing to me!” He whisper-yelled, clearly infuriated.

“Keep your voice down,” she gritted; the last thing she wanted was for them to wake Grace with their fight.

“I am not yelling,” he countered, “You just don’t like what I’m saying because you know its true,” he accused pointedly, and Y/n folded her arms and glanced away, towards the darkened window hung over the kitchen sink.

Huffing she shook her head, “You know what? Yeah, its true,” she glanced back at him, eyes ablaze, and the only thing keep her from yelling was their daughter sleeping upstairs, “Its true and I’m selfish-”

“I never said you were selfish-”

“You implied it,” she countered, before he could finish.

Andy scoffed, scrunching his face and shaking his head, “No I did not. I said that you were confusing- which you are,” he licked his lips and scrubbed a hand along his beard, “One minute you want her to be okay with us being divorced the next you want me to move back in here so we can play house. Newsflash Y/n, I never wanted this life,” furiously, he jabbed himself in the chest.

“Yeah, well you didn’t want to admit that there was anything wrong with the one we had either,” clenching her jaw, Y/n dropped her hands, slapping one to the counter while letting the other fall to the side, “You just,” she shook her head, “Nothing is good enough for you; this is exactly what you wanted; the Andew fucking Barber way- paint on a smile and pretend it isn’t falling apart,” she threw her hands up dramatically.

“That’s not what I wanted; its some shitty consolation prize,” planting his hands on his hips, he turned away and retorted a bit further, “And for the record, nothing was wrong with us; I mean, I wasn’t the best but you weren’t really a picnic either. You were stubborn and pessimistic; you were so fucking mad all the time- everything I did was wrong."

Not even wanting to entertain the idea that she might have been wrong too, Y/n stepped towards the living room, putting a bit more space between them. “This from the man that begged me to not go through with the separation,” when the court had first granted them a legal separation, Andy had pleaded with her to reconsider- to him they weren't broken, just a little bend out of shape. Simultaneously though, he didn't want to change anything; Andy was staunchly against therapy and had only offered it towards the very end, though even then, it was just to placate her- it was his last ditch effort to slap duct tape on a sinking boat.

Placing her hand on her chest in what she’d hoped would be a self-soothing gesture, Y/n let out an exasperated breath and allowed her tone to settle with her next words, “Just forget about it,” she swallowed thickly, trying to no cry- the last thing she wanted was for him to feel bad and give in because she was crying. “Forget I asked, I’ll see you Wednesday.”

Nodding stiffly, he grabbed his coat from where it was draped over the back of the stool at the end of the counter, “Yeah,” he agreed, edge of anger still caught in his tone as he set off down the hallway, “Wednesday.”

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