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celebrations are in order ~ max verstappen

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synopsis: You and Max celebrate his third World Championship in style.

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yourusername feels so good being back at the paddock tagged: maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 out of all the pictures you took of me...

yourusername i love these

maxverstappen1 of course you do

redbullracing Glad to have you back, Y/N!

francisca.cgomes MY WIFE BACK IN THE PADDOCK ❤️❤️

yourusername i missed you sooooooo much !!! ❤️❤️

lilymhe GIRL LUNCH !!!!!!

user1 THE PEOPLE'S WAG IS BACK IN THE PADDOCK

user2 all is well when Y/N is in the garage😩😩

alex_albon max will finally be in a good mood

maxverstappen1 i can read these, you know

yourusername that's why i'm here. we're all tired of moody max😔

maxverstappen1 I CAN READ THESE

user3 our good luck charm has arrived ❤️❤️

user4 like he needs a good luck charm to dominate the entire grid🥲

landonorris what took you so long?

yourusername some people have a life, you know?

landonorris not when you're involved in f1 they don't

yourusername you're lucky i like you, otherwise you would have received a rant 😠

maxverstappen1 i've received one. trust me mate, you don't want to be on the receiving end

yourbff still sad you didn't take me with you 😔

yourusername you are literally on the other side of the globe⁉️

yourbff i don't see your point

yourusername maxverstappen1 help me out here

maxverstappen1 i'm not getting between you two again

user5 Y/N, do you think Max will win the championship after this race?

yourusername i am keeping my fingers crossed, he has had an incredible season and i think he's going to do everything in his power to end it on a high🫶🏻

user4 so well said

user6 Y/N being there for his Championship title win >>>>

user7 i want a relationship like theirs:(((((

user8 if they ever break up, i'm going to stop believing in love😭

charles_leclerc it's nice to have you back, y/n. haven't seen you in a while

yourusername it feels so good to be back. life has been kicking my ass but I'M BACK BITCHES

carlossainz55 FORZA FERRARI

yourusername wow, too much dude...

charles_leclerc ...

maxverstappen1 ...

carlossainz55 ...sorry...

victoriaverstappen i've missed you so much!!!! so glad to have you back, the boys are excited to see auntie Y/N!!❤️❤️❤️

yourusername i can't wait to see my favorite little munchkins ❤️❤️❤️

maxverstappen1 what about me?

yourusername i’m sorry, babe. you can’t compete with lio and luka for this one

victoriaverstappen you could never compete with them

maxverstappen1 wow, betrayed by my own blood..

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maxverstappen1 I cannot thank everyone enough. Being on this journey, achieving what we have achieved together this season has been incredible. A massive thank you to the team and for everything they do for us, a shoutout to my family for always supporting me and a special thanks to my Y/N. I couldn't have done any of this without you, I love you.❤️ tagged: redbullracing and yourusername

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yourusername watching you race and do what you love is my favorite thing. i'm proud of you beyond words and i can't wait to see what you do in the future. i love you so much❤️🫶🏻

maxverstappen1 thank you for being you🩵

redbullracing You are one of a kind, Max. Seeing you go down in history books right before our eyes is the biggest privilege. Let's finish the season on a high together and look forward to next year!💙 liked by maxverstappen1 and yourusername

landonorris well done, mate. the y/n effect was obvious

maxverstappen1 thanks mate

yourusername you're just jealous i didn't cheer you on as loudly

landonorris i'm deeply hurt, actually

maxverstappen1 dude, get your own cheerleader and stop trying to steal mine

yourusername boys, don’t worry, you know i support everyone almost equally

landonorris almost?

yourusername i’ll always be a redbull girlie at heart

schecoperez let's go!!! liked by maxverstappen1

user1 he did it for Y/N i'm sobbing😭😭😭

user2 UNSTOPPABLE MAX STRIKES ONCE AGAIN🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻👏👏👏👏🩵

user3 the tribute to Y/N had me in tears >>>>>>>>>>>

user4 they are such a power couple😩😩😩💙

user5 the season was boring, max is taking all the fun out of the sport by winning all the damn time💀

yourusername he deserves every single win that he gets, he's good. if you believe the sport is boring, don't watch it. stop hating on drivers just because they are successful, you have no idea what it's like to be in their shoes

user2 PERIOD👏👏👏

user1 QUEEN ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS👸🫶🏻

user3 YOU TELL THEM Y/N

victoriaverstappen we're so proud of you, Max. you're truly one of a kind🩵

maxverstappen1 i love you guys❤️

yourusername you guys are making me cry😭😭

maxverstappen1 baby, you literally just stopped crying a minute ago

yourusername I CAN’T HELP IT OKAY⁉️⁉️

alex_albon max once again making all of us look bad

maxverstappen1 i’m sorry man

yourusername you don’t need his help for that

alex_albon ouch

user9 BABABAHAHQHQHQHQ Y/N WAS SUCH A SAVAGE FOR THIS HAHAHAHA

georgerussell63 party tonight?

maxverstappen1 you know it

yourusername brave yourselves

christianhorner always a pleasure watching you work your magic, Max 👏

maxverstappen1 thank you, christian. your support means very much to me

yourusername awww, you’re like father and son🥹🥹

christianhorner we might as well just adopt him

gerihalliwellhorner 2 kids isn’t enough for you?

christianhorner no

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yourusername words cannot begin to describe the pride i feel when i look at this man. Max, the things you have achieved have completely made me fall in love with you all over again. your dedication, your talent and your craft are a delight to experience and i can't be more grateful to be the one you share life with. i'm looking forward to seeing what the future has in store for you, and know that i'll be with you every single step of the way. i love you, my world champion❤️ tagged: maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 forever grateful that you exist in my life❤️i don’t know what i did to deserve you

yourusername you’re gonna make me cry again😭❤️

maxverstappen1 please don’t

yourusername too late

francisca.cgomes i have never seen you cry so much, it made me cry with you 😭😭😭❤️

yourusername i love you ❤️❤️😭😭

pierregasly what..?

maxverstappen1 don’t even ask

yourusername YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND 😭

francisca.cgomes DON’T JUDGE US 😭😭😭😭

yoursister the entire family is sending Max the biggest congratulations !!! we can’t wait to see both of you to celebrate properly ❤️❤️

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️we miss you guys

maxverstappen1 thank you very much !!! looking forward to celebrating with the in-laws ❤️

landonorris when did you become the simp in the relationship?

yourusername don’t you have better things to do?

landonorris not really

maxverstappen1 you should get a hobby

landonorris annoying your girlfriend is my favorite hobby🤭🤭

oscarpiastri do i have to come to the party? 🫣

yourusername yes

maxverstappen1 only if you want to, we’re getting shitfaced either way

oscarpiastri so i can not come? 🥹

yourusername you’re coming, end of story.

user1 Y/N dragging Oscar to Max’s party is the most Y/N thing ever 😂😂

user2 poor Oscar must be regretting his life choices right about now 💀

oscarpiastri i am (please send help)

user1 BABAHQHQH OSCAH😭😭

user3 you can tell how much she loves him 😭❤️❤️

user4 i’m 100% positive Max couldn’t have achieved all of this without Y/N

user5 why? she didn’t do anything to help him at all

user4 it’s not all about performance on the track, a lot of factors go into it. she’s been supporting him for a very long time and that means a lot for someone with a lifestyle like his

user3 exactly, every driver needs someone to help them disconnect from the chaos that follows them all year round during the season

alex_albon you’re such a simp

georgerussell63 simp

charles_leclerc simp

landonorris simp

oacarpiastri simp

maxfewtrell simp

yourusername MAX????

maxverstappen1 …

yourbff your boyfriend is a beast

yourusername i know 🤭 that he is, in more ways than one

maxverstappen1 you know it 😏😋

yourbff HORNY ASSES

lilymhe can’t wait to get drunk and celebrate tonight!!

yourusername you and me both girl 😅

maxverstappen1 me three

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maxverstappen1 safe to say i remember nothing from last night tagged: yourusername and 9 others

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yourusername it might be for the best

maxverstappen1 was i that bad?

yourusername no... 🤐

landonorris damn right you don't

maxverstappen1 what is that supposed to mean?

landonorris you downed a whole bottle of tequila in less than half an hour. by yourself.

yourusername while taking sips from my drink as well

maxverstappen1 i was thirsty, ok?

oscarpiastri i am never drinking with you again😩

maxverstappen1 what did i do?

yourusername you wanted to undress him in front of the whole club and have him play limbo with you naked

oscarpiastri you didn't have to give the details...

maxverstappen1 i would've loved to see it either way

yourusername MAX!! LEAVE OSCAR ALONE

maxverstappen1 fine...😔

oscarpiastri thank you Y/N😅

georgerussell63 my liver hates you right now

maxverstappen1 don't blame me, it's not like i poured alcohol down your throat

yourusername you did

maxverstappen1 oh..

user1 these comments are just confirming what a party animal Max is and i'm here for it 🤣🤣

user2 y/n sounds so done hahahah😭😭

alex_albon i have no words left

maxverstappen1 i'm sorry for whatever i have done to you

alex_albon we vowed never to speak of it

yourusername this discussion is over

redbullracing sigh... giving us a run for our money, aren't you? 😆

maxverstappen1 i like keeping you guys entertained

redbullracing very kind of you. don't do it again 😐

user3 did y/n not drink?

yourusername i did, but i was relatively sober so i could keep an eye on everyone haha

yourusername i love you <3 even when you're drunk and unhinged

maxverstappen1 i love you too, thank you for taking care of me ❤️

user4 y/n taking care of max >>>>>>>>

user5 i love them. 😭😭😭❤️

charles_leclerc great singing on your part

yourusername i thought we agreed we weren't gonna mention the singing...

maxverstappen1 I SANG????????????

charles_leclerc oh yes, very loudly so

maxverstappen1 yourusername never let me drink again

yourusername i couldn't stop you if i wanted to

maxverstappen1 damn.. wild night, hehe

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rileyslibrary · 1 year

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Synopsis: A new lieutenant comes to your base—a hot one. Ghost isn’t happy.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,334

Notes:

I haven’t thought of a title, so I’m replacing it with a picture of Ghost’s expression that perfectly captures the fic’s concept. Let me know if you think of one.

Platonic fluff, duh.

Warning: Lots of swearing ahead of you, British slang as well. Told you, he’s not happy.

UPDATE: there’s a Part 2 now. Things get messy.

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The rumour mill went into overdrive as soon as the ‘new guy’ arrived at the military base that morning. A former special ops legend with impressive credentials; what’s not to love?

But it wasn’t just his military skills that had everyone talking; it was also his appearance. Rumours of his Adonis-like looks had spread throughout the base, and everyone was dying to catch a glimpse of him. Even the mess hall was dominated by talk of his stunning looks.

What did you think of him? Well, you prefer to take such things with a grain of salt and not put too much stock in them. After all, beauty is a matter of personal preference, and no single definition applies to everyone. So you wanted to evaluate things for yourself.

Okay, fine. Yes, the rumours were true—the guy is exactly as they described him.

The new lieutenant stands tall and proud in front of the line you’ve all formed, his wavy hair coiffed into a deep side part with a thick fringe swooping over one eye. His chiselled jawline is accentuated by a short, perfectly groomed beard, and he gives everyone a brilliant smile as if he’s auditioning for a toothpaste commercial. His voice is booming and almost comically enthusiastic as if he were trying to engage a class of children. He gives orders by pointing at soldiers with gun fingers and winking, causing some of you to stifle giggles.

“All right, soldiers, pay attention!” he says, clapping his hands like a cheerleader. “Today’s tasks are routine: cleaning, organizing, equipment repair, and inventory taking. And, hey, if we pull this off, I’ll buy everyone a round at the local pub! How does that sound?”

Some of the soldiers exchange skeptical glances, wondering if this guy is for real.

But Ghost? Oh. My. God.

Ghost’s agitation becomes too hard to hide as the new lieutenant speaks. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, moving frantically as if eager to be anywhere but here. His eyes keep rolling back as though they’re searching for some leftover patience in the depths of his skull. You keep staring at his crossed arms. They’re so stiff that his muscles must ache from the effort. It’s as if he’s trying to keep them in place, so he doesn’t unleash them and back-slap the hot lieutenant’s pretty face. That, or he’ll let out a primal scream any second now.

“Y/N,” he turns to face you, and you stand at attention, “you’re on border patrol with me today-”

“Y/N is staying with me at the office today,” Ghost opposes him. “There’s a lot of paperwork that needs to be done.”

“Can’t you get someone else to fill out the paperwork?” the man asks, shooting Ghost a wink and a grin.

“Can’t you get someone else to help you with border patrol?” Ghost winks back at him and turns to face you. “Y/N, on your feet, c’mon,” he says, walking towards the building.

You exchange glances with the new lieutenant and shrug. This is too awkward.

“WHENEVER YOU’RE READY, SOLDIER,” Ghost commands, and you dash towards him, brushing past the new lieutenant, who also happens to smell amazing. Of course, he does.

“What the fuck is wrong with you today, Lt.?” You whisper as you run behind him, “where’s the camaraderie we discussed during yesterday’s briefing?”

Ghost shoots you a glare over his shoulder. “Just trying to keep my paperwork safe,” he mutters.

“What’ll happen to the damn paperw-” you proceed to ask, but then evaluate his words; you’re the paperwork.

At the office…

He’s reticent as he sits on his desk—not like he’s a social butterfly any other day, but today, he seems angry. Almost hostile. His eyebrows are tied together, his restless leg syndrome is back, and he takes too many cigarette breaks compared to what you’re used to. He answers your questions with one-word statements when—and if—he acknowledges your presence. Yesses and nos are all you’ve been getting since you entered the office, with the occasional “tsk” he might utter while he looks at his papers.

“Pass me the stapler.” He commands.

“Magic word, Ghost.”

“Pass me the fucking stapler, please.”

You slide the stapler over to his desk. “You’re rude today, Mr Riley.” You comment, turning your focus back to the laptop’s screen.

He doesn’t reply in the form of words. Instead, his feelings manifest themselves by aggressively stapling the papers together.

“Perhaps you’d like me to ask for the stapler by winking at you?” He finally mutters under his breath.

“Like the guy that came in today?” You scoff.

Oh, you have his full, undivided attention now. He turns his chair towards you and leans his weight on his thighs as if you’re about to tell the most exciting story.

“What do you think of him?” He asks.

You flick your wrist dismissively. “I don’t know him well enough to form an opinion. I prefer to reserve judgment until I get to know someone.” You give him a pointed look, hoping to convey your message without having to spell it out for him.

“He’s a fucking bellend, I’ll tell you that much.” He mumbles in response. Guess the message got lost in transit.

“Come on, man!” You shout and punch your fist on the table, “it’s obvious that he’s got you rattled.”

“He’s not rattling me!” Ghost protests, but his defensive tone betrays him.

“Sure, he’s not,” you reply sarcastically, “that’s why you’ve been chain-smoking and stapling papers like you’re trying to murder them.”

Ghost lets out a deep sigh and rubs his temples.

“Is it his looks?” you ask.

“No, it’s not his looks,” Ghost rolls his eyes, “I’m much better looking than him, that’s for sure.”

“Are you...I don’t know, intimidated, maybe?” You shrug, “because you’re worried he might take your place as the top dog around here?”

He looks at you incredulously. “What are you talking about? I’m not worried about that.”

“Sure, you’re not,” you smirk. “That’s why you’ve been acting like a total jerk all day.”

He looks up and sighs. The poor man looks like he desperately needs an ego boost. Beneath Ghost’s tough facade there’s Simon, after all. And Simon is a human being with the same insecurities and worries as everyone else.

“In any case,” you say, trying to comfort him, “nobody takes such douchebags seriously in the army. And I get it; the guy’s trying to make a good impression and all, but, my God, he needs to chill with all the...” you start winking and pointing gun fingers left and right.

He’s so happy he lets out a sharp chuckle. “He’s a fucking nobhead, isn’t he?” He asks, “trying to take charge and acting like he knows everything.”

“Indeed,” you reassure him, “and that cologne, I almost fainted as I passed him; how could you stand beside him for so long?”

“Don’t ask.” He shakes his head.

You reach over and give his arm a squeeze. “Don’t worry about it, Ghost. You’re the most respected operator here,” you say, giving him a small smile, “just do me a favour and give the guy a chance; he has so much to learn from you.”

He nods. “I wanted to neck slap him so hard,” he mumbles, “knock his pretty white teeth out.”

“Which are fake, by the way.”

“Are they?” He asks, shocked.

“100%.” You reply with conviction as if you are the guy’s dentist.

“I knew it.” He yells, slaps his hand on his thigh, and turns his chair back to his desk.

You look at him from the corner of your eye. He seems much more relaxed now. Hopefully, he takes your advice to heart and proceeds with the same resilience and leadership he does on the battlefield. Or, maybe, you temporarily diffused a potential conflict, and the captain will have to get involved pretty soon. Who knows. At least he feels confident in himself now, and the guy’s teeth will live to see another day.

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Part 2 ->

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bahrtofane · 2 months

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husband Jude headcannons

jude just really really enjoys married life

Word count - 2.3K+

Watch it - i got carried away sorry guys, proposal lore?? insanely sappy, even by my standards

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He's not a fan of you being known as his, rather he's your husband. Always correcting people during interviews and giving you the spotlight. Even when you shy away, not knowing where to look or what to say. He's always there, a gentle hand on your knee rubbing circles as he nods for you to continue.

Every red carpet he wants to match, doesn’t care how big or small the event is. Gotta be a way you two look look a pair

His fav is when you wear exactly the same thing so there’s no way to confuse anything for what it really is hehe

Bouncing around while you get ready together, helping you get your shoes on while he tries his best to stand still while you fix his tie

“Look okay?” he asks, head tilted

You rub his arm, “you look great.”

And he smiles wide, giving you pecks all over while you giggle, trying to shoo him away from you and closer to the door. your ride is waiting, but he doesn’t care. pouting for just one more kiss. please ?

All his socials turn into your personal fan page, a big fat married in every bio, ring and all

He has more posts about you then his actual job

His teammates poke fun at it, “when are you gonna post us huh?”

He just rolls his eyes,”when I marry you i’ll think about it”

And that’s that

You're the first he runs to post a match, greeting you with the silly hand shake you perfected years ago. You think you could do it in your sleep at this rate. You came up with it ages ago when you kissed him after practice, playing with his fingers till he came up with the idea, and you with the actual hand shake.

You're his biggest supporter, and him likewise. In every and anything you do, give him pompoms and he'd be your personal cheerleader at this point.

He just likes to have you at games. Waving obnoxiously while you tell him to pose. And he does, every time, sending hearts your way. He dedicates his goals your way. The kisses he would send the crowd in his youth now only go your way where you catch them like a teenager.

You see complications of it everywhere, he thinks it's endearing. He makes you watch them together on the living room tv while you grimace

“My face looks so weird there, oh my god.”

He flicks your arm, “you look great shush. Ha that was during el clasico, ah good times.”

You roll your eyes but snuggle up against him anyway.

One of your favorite past times btw, nothing he loves better than a lazy morning in with you in his arms while he hits snooze on every alarm.

He tries to cook, with his stupid kiss the chef apron he got just for you. but he will need help, which you gladly give. You end up eating on the couch, covered in pillows watching cheesy shows. You've watched keeping up with the kardashians too many times to count and he still laughs out loud every time.

Jude is soft and sweet when he's not forced into a picture perfect smile and self 24/7. He's a silly guy, always trying to make you laugh. Teasing is his love language by the way.

But he's still sweet, leaving notes around your house for you to find when he has to leave for away games. Hearts and smiley faces littering every inch of the paper. Some frowny faces when he knows he'll miss you extra.

He likes bringing you to family events and bragging about how cool you are, but everyone already loves you as is, he just likes to brag. Look at how cool the love of my life is everyone, I am sooo lucky you guys look look.

Jobe has rolled his eyes far too many times, but he's happy to see his brother so happy. Plus you guys threw a fantastic wedding. A win is a win.

When you can't be there he facetimes you every second he possibly can. Blowing kisses when he has to go.

“Judes been complaining all day I hope you know,” Aurélien pops his head into the screen.

You snort, “ hello to you too Aurélien.”

He gives you a wave before ruffling the top of Judes hair as he pouts, fixing it just how he likes again, “they just don't get it,” he sighs dramatically.

You laugh, “sure baby, sure.”

You make sure to keep up with the match the best you can, texting him live reactions, even if you know he won't see them till later. He likes them all the same.

Your name on his phone is a simple "mine" with a bunch of heart emojis, the contact pic is one of the two of you together on vacation, smiling with your faces squished together while laying in the sand

It makes him smile every time. he thinks you’re the cutest

He's a big fan of nicknames, weather its a version of your first name, or just a good ole fashion baby. He rarely uses your actual name. He called you something so insane like pooki bear in public once and you have yet to let him live it down.

"in a restaurant was crazy," you squint at him.

He only giggles, "but it was soo funny baby come on."

Speaking of restaurants, this guy loves a good date night

Gigdy as he comes down the hall in his pjs, grinning while showing you the new reservations, it’s your fav place !

Every anniversary he somehow finds a way to outdo himself, don't ask, because in truth he doesn't even know how he pulls it off, but anything for you. Anything.

Even if it means hunting down the stuffed animal you had as a kid and couldn't find after you lost it in your couch cushions. He finds it, after months and months of searching, making Jobe help him look, it comes in the mail and he has to get creative to get you out of the house and away from the mail the day it's supposed to come.

It gets neatly wrapped and placed on your shared bed the morning of, surrounded by a collection of other gifts, your favorite flowers, and a cheesy note that you always end up crying at.

The look on your face makes it all worth it, when you tackle him in a bone crushing hug, tumbling into the covers in a tangle of legs while you laugh in between sniffles, he loves you. Oh how he loves you

It's been a tradition to end the night with the very place he proposed, his home, now yours.

He doesnt think he could forget it even if he tried. It was a whirlwind of a day. Picture this:

He's lost all his black socks, his (and your) favorite body wash just spilled all over the shower, his hair looks awful ( he got a haircut that morning), his cologne isn't where he left it, and the private chef he hired isnt replying. All while you're not even awake yet.

He calls his mom because what else are you supposed to do when you're set to propose and everything is going wrong.

She only chuckles softly over the phone, “calm down jude, just breathe. You'll find your things, just take a breather and come back to things with a clear head okay?”

So he does. Sitting on his bed, towel still on, frowning. He chooses to instead pat himself dry, get dressed, and give himself a pep talk in the floor length mirror at the corner of his room.

Turns out his mom was right, things fix themself for the most part, his socks are stuck at the bottom of the dryer, his hair isn't as bad as he thought, he finds a better cologne in his collection, and a perfect body cream. It's gonna be a good day.

He finishes the last of the day of prep, getting fancy candles, a lighter, and greeting the decorator. Yes he hired a decorator.

It's nothing over the top, just little changes to make his home look a little softer, changing out the curtains, placing lace table cloth with details in your favorite color. The main event is his second living room that gets covered in an arch of your favorite flowers, gentle curling to just kiss the top of the new antique chandelier that will be holding the fancy candles too. He hopes you like it. He really really hopes you like it.

He's had this planned for ages, since the moment he first met you he thinks.

When you greet him with a silly good morning text he only grows oh so fond of you, excited to see you. He told you it was a fancy dinner at his place. A change of pace from the resurates. Both of you prefer a much more intimate night in then cameras shoved into your face while a hundred people all yell a hundred things while you're trying to chew your food.

So you get ready, dress up and make it for dinner. When you see the familiar face of the chef, Karlos, you give him a wave and get seated. Noticing the new table cloth but you don't say anything. You don't want to be wrong so early into the night.

Jude comes in, nervous as a school boy as he takes your hand for a quick peek, running around like a maniac back and forth. He looks nice, in a signature all black suit, and smelling amazing per usual.

Dinner is amazing, full of your favorite courses and Jude is jittery in his seat.

“You okay?”

He nods, a little too fast, “oh yeah. I am. Don't worry.”

You raise a brow but dont push, thanking Karlos for the amazing meal as he cleans up and heads out for the night.

Jude gets up, telling you to stay put while he'll be righttt back. Don't worry, remember!

He comes back, unable to meet your eyes while he gives you his hand. You take it, sliding out of your seat and following him down the hall. There's flower petals on the floor now, you look at him, but he looks anywhere but at you, chewing his cheek.

He leads you to the second living room, where the furniture has been cleared out. Replaced by a walkway of flowers and candles, leading up to where an arch of your favorite flowers hugs the curtain, new ones.

Gently pulled back to reveal the floor to ceiling windows that give way to his yard. And the most gorgeous sunset you have ever seen. A chandelier hangs above you, decorated with more flowers, and the most ornate candles and bulbs you have ever seen.

Your eyes begin to water before he even gets down on one knee, his lip wobbles, holding your hand the whole time as he confesses every little moment and reason for his love.

He loves you, he adores you. You're- youre everything. Truly and fully. You're the sunlight that kisses his skin, the stars he wishes to touch, to know, he yearns for you. Years to know you in your entirety, till he knows nothing else but you. For your name to only fully know his lips, for only he will fully know you. He sees no other, he knows no other. He wants- no needs, to give himself as he is.

You see him, see him as more than just Jude Belingham. You see what others can not, will not. You see him, you know him. You know him better than he knows himself most days. You've seen all there is to see, all that makes him who he is. You know his stupid sandwich order at the place you hate but keep going to because you know how much he loves it.

You sit in freezing weather for the full game just to make sure you don't miss a second of him. The first to congratulate him, the first to mourn with him, the first to sooth his aches and pains. You're the face he looks for in a crowd, you're the first person he calls when anything happens.

And you love him with such ferocity it amazes him.

You're full crying at this point, fat tears rolling down your cheeks till you can barely see him, and he finally gets down on one knee, fishing out a small velvet box from his inner pocket, opening it with shaky hands.

And he whispers, “will you marry me?”

You fall next to him, sobbing into his shoulder while you repeat yes over and over. He cries with you, till you're both laughing from pure joy.

Who better to spend the rest of your life with then the man who loves you so?

Telling his family is the best part. You have them over for what was supposed to be a quick lunch, turned dinner, and you break the news at dessert, showing off your ring while they all gasp.

They pile you into the biggest hug, smiles so wide they hurt and you laugh, you're going to get married! You think they just might be more excited than you are.

Wedding planning comes and goes both so fast and so slow. Youre so excited you can't wait, and yet every step of the way seems like it takes excruciatingly long.

Your wedding planner tries her best, bless her soul, but you want it to be completely and utterly perfect. Down to the types of chairs at the venue.

Jude lets you have your way for the most part, chiming in now and again, he trusts you fully. Knowing you're going to make it the best regardless.

Leading up to the big day you think you just might pass out from stress and never be seen again, but the almost year of planning pays off, and you're married!

The honeymoon is spent traveling all over while jude is wide-eyed, unable to believe he's married to you of all people.

The press catches on soon after, even if your wedding was small and intimate. News comes out one way or another.

Jude only responds with a picture of you two slow dancing among your family and friends, captioned, “all you need to know.” and he pins it to every social media page.

What a man huh?

#jude x reader #jude bellingham #jude x you #jude fluff #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude x y/n #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham fluff #football fanfic #bahr footy #footy fic #footballer fic

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kagamesayu · 11 days

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shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader

c/w . implied female reader, implied smut, fluff, shidou ryusei is crazy for you wc: 1 k a/n . shidou ryusei my beloved. literally obsessed with his crazy ass ugh <3 reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

pt 1, pt 2

imagine...

shidou who loves every bit of you. your short pink skirt that shows off your panties every time you jump around, your too tight shirts that show off your body and the way you make him feel like the smartest person in the world.

like - no baby, pikachu is not a real animal.

you bounce off each others energies so well, your dynamic is literally popular jock x popular cheerleader. he'd be at games and look for you in the stands, pointing and blowing kisses in your direction. and you'd return them in fervor, shaking your 'ryu-baby you can do it!!!' sign that was decorated with pink glitter and cut-out hearts.

he once flashed his tits to you while sticking his tongue out. you'd almost returned the favour but your friend stopped you. truly lucky for everyone, cause if you had done that ryusei would , firstly, destroy every camera in that stadium and then give everyone concussions because nobody but him could look at your bahonkers.

shidou who adores how your hands look in his. your acrylic nails that leave a delicious sting whenever they touch him beautifully contrast his own dull short nails that you manicured yourself.

"babe you need to look after your nails! at the very least let me paint a base coat!" you'd pout at him, fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him while holding his hands close to your chest.

usually when you went out together he'd hold you by the waist, but every time you get new acrylics he'd hold you by your hands. he loves playing with your nails, feeling the new textures you'd gotten.

he'll let you paint his nails too, makes you promise to get your painted the colour of his tip.

shidou who tells everyone about his beautiful partner. at this point, everybody in the world knew you were together, with how obnoxious he was about your relationship. in every interview he's able to bring you up. doesn't matter if no one asked him, he'll talk about you.

and he almost always gives them a little too much info.

"what i think of the other team? think they all suck. saw one of them lookin' at m' doll and i was gonna knock 'im out! i mean - i get it. they're fuckin' hot but they're mine."

"o-ok, well-"

"ya'll know about us right? i'm taken by her," he shows a polaroid picture of you he put on the back of his phone. "and she's mine. she's so cute too, almost sued dog treat companies cause she thought they were made from actual dogs."

"yes, let's move on-"

"and look - she painted my nails. painted them the colour of m' eyes."

"alright that's cute-"

"she painted hers the colour of my tip-"

"ANYWAYS."

shidou who loves doing makeup with you. yes he only has to do eyeliner, but he loves distracting talking to you while you get yourself ready to go out.

he absolutely adores helping you put on lip gloss. he has you seat on his lap, a hand holding your jaw while the other holds the applicator. he definitely steals a few kisses first though. wets your lips he says and you just nod along, too dumb to realise that the lip gloss does that for you.

that doesn't mean he doesn't kiss you after applying the gloss though. after making you smack your lips together he dives in like he's going for a goal, sucking and biting your bottom lip. you'd get so angry cause you'll have to clean your makeup up, but he doesn't care too much. he'll just sit there, pink smeared over his lips as you fret over your appearance.

he also loves when you help him draw on his eyeliner. he'll have his chin pressed on your fantastic titties, one of your hands on the back of his head as the other held the liner.

when this happens his eyes always seem to take in your features. the wrinkle of your eyebrows or the way your mouth is slightly open, he loves looking at you.

shidou who has to be pulled back by you every time he gets into a fight. it could be for any reason. they were looking at him funny, they were looking at you periodt, they were getting too close, anything and everything gets him riled up. especially if it involves you. his special little doll he loves so much.

he's got to protect what is his after all.

you'd hold him from behind both hands on his chest as you try to pull him away. "baby they're not worth your time!"

"those fuckers called ya dumb doll! ain't no fuckin' way i'd let that slide!" only he was allowed to call you that. he's growling, dangerous smirk on his face as the veins on his arms and neck stand up. this, you think, is when he's the most sexy.

the only way to stop him is to direct his anger into a different place.

you step closer, pressing your plush breasts against his back, the hand on his chest sliding up to his neck as the other moved to hold his shoulder.

"mm...but baby it's getting really hot here, and i really really want you." you stand on your tippy toes, pouted lips pressing against his ear as you whisper into his it.

his anger almost fully vanishes, gone with the guys who 'insulted' you. now his anger changes to something else, something more...dangerous.

to you, that is. cause you won't be walking for the next few days.

shidou who after tussles with people, lets you nurse him back to health. loves when you play doctor cause he get's all of your attention to himself.

doesn't matter if it's a bruise or if its his cut up knuckles, you tend to all his injuries with loving care. of course, you don't really know what your'e doing but it's the thought that counts! and he won't stop you when you use cute kuromi plasters on his wounds.

yes they are glittery, and pink and cutesy. yes everyone at training talks about how lovesick he looks when he stares at his fingers. but does he care? no.

#x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou x reader #shidou ryuusei x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #x bimbo!reader #bllk imagines #✧. bllk

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bettyfrommars · 5 months

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Santa Comes Once a Year

biker!eddie x fem!reader

I had a request from the amazing @idkidknemore for "biker Eddie dressed up as Santa, railing reader on his motorcycle sleigh" and I also wanted some Eddie as Santa action for the Holiday Prompt Party I am doing with @allthingsjoeq he is not a mall Santa in this, but still.

wc: 2.7k

18+ONLY, smut, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, talk of cheating (on Mrs. Claus), roleplay, creampie, fingering, bit of spanking, ton of cliche phrases, sexualizing Santa, secret sex I guess? but it's just pretend, semi-public sex if you squint.

summary: you go to the Lighted Farm Implement show for the first time with Robin and Oliver to see what Eddie and Steve have cooked up for the parade. Afterwards, Santa takes you back to his place in his towtruck sleigh and wants to give you some cream with your cookies.

author's note: This can absolutely be enjoyed as a smutty standalone, but some elements of I'm on Fire are mentioned, including Robin raising Steve's son Oliver with him since he was a baby, and the fact that biker Eddie runs his own towing/mechanic business.

This was your first time attending the night time Lighted Farm Implement parade in Hawkins, and you weren’t sure what that even meant until Robin explained it to you.

“You know, Farm Implements. They decorate them with Christmas lights and throw candy for the kids.”

For some reason, all you could picture were shovels and snippers dancing through the street like some magical Beauty and the Beast scene.

Robin’s cheeks were rosy and she had Oliver in her arms, a navy Columbia fleece zipped up to her chin. Mother and son each had matching, fuzzy blue ear muffs on. She noticed your confused expression as the three of you walked up the street from where you parked.

“Tractors, backhoes, dumptrucks, cement mixers,” she gave a few examples and your face lit up in recognition. “There will also be buses, a few 18-wheelers, and a tractor bed with the Mayor on it.”

The big, shiny black tow truck from Munson’s Garage was in the parade too, and you were curious to see what Eddie and the guys had done to it. Your boyfriend had been asked to dress as one of the Santa’s that year, and you’d switched evenings at the Velvet Hammer with Jackie just so you could witness this miracle of the season, being that Eddie wasn’t a huge fan of Christmas.

He mostly did it for Oliver, to see the wonder on his face when Santa knew his name, and that year specifically, he was doing it for you. He wanted to impress you by being the star of the show.

Everyone from town lined the streets and cheered as the Hawkins high school band trumpeted down the lane to officially begin the parade with cheerleaders punching pompoms in the air at the front. Robin put Oliver down and you all moved through the crowd to get closer to the action. .

Behind the band was a green John Deere bulldozer all decked out in colorful bulbs and an arc of gingerbread people up the back. The owner of the local grocer drove a 1945 Chevy truck with Christmas trees in the back and a person dressed like an elf in the passenger seat tossing out chocolate bars. A few skidded close to Oliver and he lurched to grab them with an excited scream.

Each vehicle had its own music playing, and the next yellow backhoe with a santa in the bucket and adorned with snowflake lights was blaring Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee. They threw some lollipops out, and this time you rushed to snatch a few for Ollie so that he wouldn’t have to go too far out into the street.

You were distracted watching the mammoth equipment vehicle pass when you heard Oliver screech and point, “Daddy!”

Your head snapped and there was Eddie’s tow truck, blinking with what seemed like a billion white twinkle lights with a pine wreath on the grill, and a person hanging off the side of the truck dressed as…a goat? Or was it Father Time?

Oliver recognized Steve immediately, and when he spotted his son, he jumped down from the step up to the cab with a sack of candy in his hand and came jogging over. As he got closer, you tried to make out his costume, but came up with nothing. He was wearing his typical biker attire with his Coffin Kings leather cut on over a hooded sweatshirt and black jeans, but the faux beard he had on was long and thin down to his belly button, and it was gray, not white. He wore sunglasses and a black fedora.

He ran to give Ollie the bag of candy while the tow truck rolled by at a snail pace.

“Are you Biker Santa?” You asked, sneaking a look at the sexy Santa in a red hat behind the steering wheel of the tow who was waving to get your attention. You blew Eddie a kiss and he made the gesture of catching it in the air.

Steve held his arms out as he trotted backwards to get back on his ride. “I’m one of the guys from ZZ Top!” He shouted, as if it should’ve been obvious.

You shared a look with Robin. “Don’t ask,” she mumbled.

They were towing a wrecked car behind them with what appeared to be four reindeer holding cans of beer, each hanging out a window. The song Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer played cheekily from speakers that were mounted on the lift.

All three of you cheered and screamed for the rest of the show, and by the time two clowns in tiny toy trucks brought up the rear, you felt a warm body press up against your backside and you tilted your head back into the squish of a white, fluffy beard.

“Ho ho ho,” Eddie whispered against the shell of your ear making your body tingle from the warmth of his breath. “I hear you’re the naughtiest girl in town.”

He stepped away and tapped Ollie on the shoulder, taking on a deep, jolly voice. “And who is this good little boy?”

Oliver had the white stem of a sucker sticking out of his mouth when he turned. “Oh hi Uncle Eddie,” he managed, sucking back purple saliva.

Eddie straightened to full height, his eyes falling on Robin with a blink of sadness, but she only shrugged. “He’s getting wise to the world, what can I say?”

You turned to melt into your boyfriend’s chest, feeling the bit of padding he had on his belly under the soft faux fur accents of his red velvet coat. There was a little jingle bell on the end of his Santa hat, and you flicked it with your finger. You pushed him back through the crowd, off to the sidewalk and into the shadows, making him back up as you went.

“So,” you made sure no one was around before you slid your hand between his legs. “Is this the official Yule Log, or are you just happy to see me?”

You could barely find his mouth under the synthetic mustache, and then you giggled and sputtered on a stiff Santa hair.

He yanked the beard down with a tug of his fist, stretching the elastic band that held it in place, so that it was under his chin and pulled you in again, returning your kiss so deep that a small groan escaped you.

“You wanna get out of here?” he said in a rush, and then he nudged your nose with his. “Come sit in my sleigh with me?”

Steve was reunited with his family by then, with Oliver up on his shoulders, and you checked to see the three of them head off in the opposite direction, possibly to Robin’s car. You were all planning to meet back up at their place to make cookies in an hour, so you had a window of time.

Back in the cab of the tow truck that was parked down the street, Eddie pulled the pillow stuffing out from under his coat and flipped the heat on high, but it almost wasn’t needed because the makeout session that ensued made the windows fog up. You took his hat and beard off and tossed them on the dash so that you could finally have your hands around that face that you loved so much, squirming to get closer to him. He had his hair tied up in the back and you released the band so that his locks fell around his shoulders.

“If I’d known this would get you going baby, I would’ve put the beard on earlier,” he huffed.

You flicked your tongue out to tease him a few times. “I need you inside of me, Santa. No one will know, it will be our secret,” and you were just about to kick your leg over to straddle his lap when you both realized that there were people walking right next to the vehicle on the sidewalk.

“Let’s get out of here, Mistress,” Eddie kissed your cheek. “Take this back to the garage, finish what we started.”

You sat back, giving him a raised brow as he shifted the monster vehicle into gear. “Oh, you think I’m just going to give it up when and wherever you want?”

“I think you’ll do whatever I tell you to do,” he said over his shoulder, watching for traffic before pulling into the street. “I’m Santa.”

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You sat right next to him the whole way there, like lovers do, with his hand on your thigh. He still had the wrecked car with the beer-guzzling reindeer statues inside, so he was careful on the turns, while festive bystanders honked and waved.

At the Munson Garage compound, Eddie thought he would unhook the wrecked car from the crane, but there wasn’t time for that—he could feel your arousal dampening your jeans. Parking in the furthest garage would have to do.

“Get over here, naughty girl,” he licked his lips and opened his Santa jacket to reveal two black suspenders over a white t-shirt, and then he undid the suspenders to move his hand down to fist himself.

Your boots were off and your jeans at your knees when the sight of the tip of his glistening pink tip freed from his wholesome attire made you pause to touch yourself, putting your back against the opposite door with your legs spread so he could watch.

It was dim in the roomy cab of the truck, but Eddie could still see the wet spot on your red underwear where you worked your fingers and he bit out a curse.

“You heard me,” his tone was stern. “I said get that beautiful ass over here and sit on Santa’s cock.”

You didn’t bother taking your underwear off as you kicked your jeans away and scrambled over, giggling when he pushed his red pants down a bit more to show the mistletoe print on his boxers. Your head hit the roof of the cab, but then you were finally squatting in his lap, teeth hitting as you fumbled into position.

He was quick to reach down between the two of you and move your panties to the side so that he could rub his knuckle up and down your slippery clit.

He puffed out a chest full of air. “Goddamn was it the beard or the whole thing?”

“Just you,” you lifted up, pushing his hair back to cup your hands on either side of his throat. “I’ve been aching for you all night, Santa. Waiting for you to come down my chimney.”

Eddie shivered, reaching to line his tip up with you. “Why is this so hot, holy shit,” he chuckled softly.

But then he was inside of you, and you sank down an inch with a cry, arousal dripping down his length.

His mouth pressed into the side of yours. “Did you miss me all year? You want to be a bad girl for me now?”

“That’s why you come to my house, isn’t it Santa?” You gasped. “Because you want to fuck me? I’m your favorite.”

Eddie hissed and threw his head back as you bottomed out. You could feel the faux fur from the top of his pants ticking your taint. “You know I always come back for you, because you take me so good, fuck—-”

You rocked your hips, squeezing that important muscle as you went. “Better than Mrs. Claus?”

Eddie gripped your ass and pulled your cheeks apart with his strong, calloused fingers, thrusting up to meet you, smacking against your wetness. “Better than anyone, fuck. I dream about this all year. Landing my sleigh in Hawkins so I can bury myself in your tight, wet cunt.”

You were both breathing heavy, sweat trickling down your necks, while a few snow flurries danced into the garage.

You reached a hand down to work two fingers at your clit. Every word you said was against his lips: “I want some cream with my cookies, please Santa.”

“Yeah?” Eddie huffed, rolling his hips in his seat so that you could feel every inch of his cock, making you whine a string of obscenities. “What else do you want, huh? You want me to fill you up all night, so my cream drips out of you on Christmas day?”

He spanked your asscheek with a thwack and you arched back. “Yes Santa, please, ruin me so I only fuck myself to thoughts of you.”

“I’m about to cum,” Eddie breathed, and your mouths met in a frenzy of tongues and moans. He could feel you throb around him.

“So soon, Santa?” You teased.

“Shhhhh,” he took hold of your throat and planted his booted feet to thrust up into, taking you for a ride.

You put your forehead to his and bounced a few more times, and then you froze, mouth open in a silent scream as the wave began to crash.

“That’s my baby,” he held you in that position and continued to buck up to bury himself inside over and over. “Cum for Santa, let me feel it.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you exploded around him, whimpering and twitching.

The back of your heel kicked up and accidentally flipped a switch on the dash, making all of the Christmas lights on the truck blaze on, and Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer blared from the speakers.

You clung to Eddie while he came, shuddering at how good it felt but also

In a few seconds, you were both grinning, shoulders bobbing with laughter as the song seemed to herald in your mutual releases.

The windows of the cab were completely fogged up, and between that and the music, neither of you heard anyone enter the garage until there was a bang on the driver’s side door.

“What the—?” Eddie scowled, and you were already scampering off of him, snatching clothing from the floorboard to cover yourself.

Eddie tucked himself back into the huge wet spot on his pants and wiped condensation off of the glass so that he could see who it was. He was about to be angry, thinking it was one of the other mechanics about to give him shit or try to get a peek at you

but it was Steve.

The truck was lifted and the windows up too high for him to see in, but still Eddie checked to make sure you were decent before he rolled the window down. He leaned over to switch off the lights and the music. You gave a nod as you wrapped your coat around your waist.

“Hey,” Eddie wiped some hair out of his face, trying to act casual. “What up? Everything okay?”

Steve had his long beard in his hand, hugging himself, shivering against the cold, with the fedora pulled snug to his ears. “Did you forget you were going to give me a ride? I just walked halfway across town. Slipped and fell on the fucking ice twice.”

Eddie dropped his forehead to his fist. “Shit sorry man I—-why didn’t you go with Robin?”

“Because I told her I was riding back with you to unhook the rig,” Steve sounded annoyed, teeth chattering, and you didn’t blame him, but still you stifled a giggle into your arm.

“Tried to call Astrid from a payphone, and she’s not answering, so now I’ve got blisters from these stupid elf boots that Robbie made me buy.”

Eddie pulled his lips in over his teeth to contain his amusement.

“It’s not funny, dude,” Steve said, but then he caught a glimpse of you in the cab and you gave an apologetic grimace. “Oh okay, I get it. Forgiven. But can we get this shit over with so we can get out of here? Robin doesn’t know how to work an oven and she’ll probably burn the place down before we get there.”

Eddie stretched across the cab to kiss you. “Stay in here, keep warm. I’ll put the Chevelle around when we’re done.”

“Go help your ZZ Top elf, Kris Kringle,” you shoved him playfully, but then he held his face there and hummed until you kissed him again.

You pulled your jeans up, eager to keep Santa’s gift from spilling out.

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itsdanii · 4 months

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Lovesick

genre: fluff

warning/s: nothing much, just a very very soft Miya coming through!

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed, they have been put there for a reason.

ft. atsumu miya, gn!reader

just atsumu being a softy for a special someone

You were seated at the upper bleachers. With balloons in both hands and a Miya Brothers headband merch placed on top of your head, you cheered along with the crowd with every point being secured by Inarizaki.

To say that the court was full would be an understatement. It was crowded to the point that even the amount of chairs wasn’t enough to seat all of the audience. Some were already standing up; though it didn’t look like it bothered them at all.

Everyone was cheering. You almost felt bad for the opposing team. If you were in their shoes, your knees would probably be shaking already from the pressure and the constant booing following their every mistake.

It looked like they were being swallowed - standing in a territory they didn’t own, and with countless pairs of eyes watching their every move.

You clenched the balloon tightly as the rally for the final point began.

The crowd became quiet, only the whooshing of the ball getting tossed high up in the air cutting through the silence.

And then BAM!

Atsumu served.

“Congratulations, Atsumu!”

“You guys did so good!”

“OMG! Can we take a picture, please?!”

You stood on the side of the court, watching as fangirls swarmed the team.

You were used to this. Every time there’s a match, this would always be the same scenario you’d be in - waiting on the side for the fans to finish taking pictures with their idols and crushes, occasionally giving a shy smile whenever a certain someone’s eyes would meet yours amid the crowd.

After almost an hour, you felt someone finally tap your shoulder. You immediately looked up from your phone, smiling through your lips as Atsumu wrapped his arms around you.

“There’s my favorite cheerleader,” you hear him say as he gives you a light squeeze.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his show of affection. “Hey, stranger,” you replied in a slightly mocking voice.

Atsumu pulled away from the embrace and raised an eyebrow at you, the side of his lip curling up playfully. “Oh, am I a stranger now?”

You nodded at him. “Mhmm, that’s what you get for making me wait for almost an hour.”

“Angel…,” he began, trying to find the right words as if he was gauging whether you were serious or just kidding. He touched your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin gently. “Sorry.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up from his touch, your gaze softening as you felt the sincerity of his words. Leaning into his hand that was now cupping your cheek, you smiled and said, “It’s alright, ‘Tsumu. I was just messing with you.”

Atsumu let out a small chuckle of relief before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You got me there, Angel. Though…I now actually feel kind of guilty for making you wait for me. How about we go to that convenience store we’d always stop by and get some ice cream on the way home?”

“Your treat?”

Atsumu nodded. “Mhmm, then we can have dinner at our place. Don’t worry, I’ll take you home right after like the best boyfriend that I am,” he added with a wink.

“Sure, best boyfriend.”

“Hey, what’s with that? I am the best boyfriend,” he said with almost a pouty tone. To prove his point, Atsumu took off his varsity jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. “See? Best boyfriend.”

“Alright, alright. Since you’re the best boyfriend, how about you hold my hand now and let’s go? You know how fast that ice cream gets sold out.”

Atsumu instantly obliged, intertwining your fingers before planting a kiss on the back of your hand. “Come on then, angel. I’ll even let you have the strawberry one if you want.”

Unbeknownst to you, Aran watched as you exited the court with hands swinging together and Atsumu smiling down at you like a love-sick puppy as you rambled on how your day went. He couldn’t help but shake his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “What a sight.”

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cosmicpearlz · 1 year

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too busy being yours

summary: being in a secret relationship suddenly kills you when another girl openly flirts with your man.

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader

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you and chad had been dating secretly for over five months now. the two of you decided to keep it a secret from the group because you wanted to enjoy each other privately. it meant sneaky into each other’s dorms and leaving a couple of minutes after the other person to meet.

“sorry i’m late! my painting class ran a little bit over time,” you rushed over to the benches your friends sat at with a bright smile.

“you’re just in time, we’re talking about the upcoming halloween frat party,” mindy said to you while you sat down next to chad. a knowing smile was shared between the two of you.

“someone’s been getting down and dirty,” he points to your paint covered skin. you playfully roll your eyes and shove his shoulder.

“yeah yeah whatever. i’ll have you know that-“

“hey chad, right?” ameila, a known cheerleader at blackmore stood in front of the group ignoring the burning stares of everyone.

“uh yeah?”

“i just wanted to ask if you were going to the halloween party on saturday.”

“we’re all going,” chad motions with his hand to the rest of the friend group.

“good, save me a dance,” she winks at him and walks away. you’re mood was instantly put off by another girl hitting on your boyfriend. you couldn’t even say anything because to everyone else, you guys weren’t dating just friends.

“anyways. y/n, what’s your painting this time?” tara turns her body to face you from the bench opposite to you.

“um the theme is new york related, so i was doing something about the subways. i think i’m gonna go back to my um dorm to wash off this paint,” you looked down at your shoes and back up with a weak smile. you decided to ignore chad’s worried look and got up from your seat.

“i’ll see you guys later,” you waved and walked away.

a knock on the door pulls your attention away from the book you were engrossed in. standing up, you walked and opened the door. on the other side stood your boyfriend who still had the worried look in his eyes.

“what’s wrong with you?” he pushed passed you and walked into your room. with the roll of your eyes, you sighed closing your door.

“well hello to you too shit.”

“babe.”

“what?” chad wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into him. his eyes kept their gaze on your face the entire time.

“what happened out there?”

“nothing, i wanted to wash the paint off of my body.”

“that’s it?”

“um yes? what else would be wrong?” the fact that chad didn’t see the bigger picture of another girl hitting on him was crazy to you. you didn’t want to bring it up, scared about being the overly jealous girlfriend. even though you were incredibly jealous.

“you’d tell me if anything else was wrong, right?”

“of course baby,” you pecked his lips and removed yourself from his arms to put your dirty clothes in your laundry basket.

“hey hey, i didn’t say that you could remove yourself from me,” chad picks you up from behind making you giggle while he lays you gently on your bed, hovering over your body.

“so i have to ask for permission to move?” you whispered as you caress his face with one hand.

“yeah.”

“oh really?”

“mhm,” he bit his lip before leaning down to kiss you once again. you loved moments like this with him. it was as if you were in your own little world.

you threw your shot back bitterly while glowering at chad and ameila taking shots together. she had grabbed his arm the minute you guys stepped into the house. pulling him to where the other cheerleaders and frat boys were. it didn’t help that his costume consisted of being a shirtless cowboy. your costume matched his being you were dressed as a dallas cowboys cheerleader.

“y/n you might want to slow down. this is like your four shot in two minutes,” ethan said to you while looking at mindy and anika for help.

“can’t.”

“is it because your jealous over the cheerleader and chad?” you looked at mindy’s smug face with wide eyes.

“why would i be jealous over that?”

“you’ve been staring at them the entire time. plus, we all know you’re in love with chad,” anika pitches into the conversation.

“you know what, i’m gonna go dance,” you shook your shoulders and headed to the dance floor. if chad wanted to play this game, he’ll be the one losing.

when chad turned his head, he expected to see you with ethan, mindy and anika on the couch but you weren’t there. he sends a questioning look to his sister. to which she points to middle of the room holding back a laugh.

he turns his gaze to mindy’s pointed finger and finds you dancing with some asshole. a certain fire was burning within him. how dare someone else dance with his girl? without missing a beat, he walks over to where you were completely ignoring ameila’s calls for him.

“howdy partner, she’s coming with me.” you stopped dancing to stare at chad.

“what was that? i didn’t hear you.”

“uh yeah you did.”

“well we’re having a good time, aren’t we?” you stayed quiet keeping your eyes on your boyfriend whose anger was growing by the second.

“this isn’t up for debate,” chad swiftly picks you up and puts you over his shoulder. one arm holding your legs and a hand holding your ass knowing that the shorts of your costume was short enough.

“chad what the fuck!”

“stop talking.”

“no, what is wrong with you? let me down!” he continues to ignore your pleads and the stares of other party goers. he walks upstairs and finds an empty room, only then did he let you down. chad crossed his arms over his chest matching the glare you gave him.

“what the fuck was that?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“that little stunt you pulled back there,” you moved your gaze from him to the floor.

“look at me baby,” he gently cups your cheeks making you look at him.

“you gotta talk to me. tell me what’s wrong,” with furrowed brows, you felt yourself get mad again. you remove yourself from his hold and crossed your arms over your chest.

“my problem is you and ameila.”

“me and ameila?”

“you heard what i said chad. don’t act confused.” he chuckles slightly causing you to get even more mad.

“oh so your laughing at me?”

“yes because there is no ‘me and ameila’. you’re being ridiculous,” you scoffed at the boy and started pacing.

“then why are you entertaining her? huh?”

“oh i see what’s happening,” you stopped your pacing to glimpse at his growing smile on his face. of course, he’d find this humorous.

“what’s happening babe? enlighten me.”

“you’re jealous.”

“am not.”

“are too. the evidence is there don’t try to deny it,” he points a finger at you with his stupidly handsome smile.

“you’re literally entertaining her!”

“i’m sorry if it seems that way but i’m too busy being yours to even notice another women. you’re my women,” chad tugged your arms uncrossed and moves you closer to him.

“it’ll help if she’d know that too.”

“you want me to tell everyone that i’m yours just like you’re mines?” you nodded your head at his words. maybe being public will stop the very obvious flirting towards him.

“i need your words sweetheart,” his breath whispered on your lips sending a shiver down your spine.

“yes, i want be with you publicly.”

“yeah?”

“stop being a tease,” you groaned and hid your face in chest while wrapping your arms around his waist.

“i’ll scream it to the world that i’m in love with you. everyone will know that i only have eyes for you.”

“good. and everyone will know i only have eyes for you.”

“hell yeah they would,” chad pulls back from the hug to kiss your lips. he’s been dying to do that ever since he forced you into the room to talk to him. he’ll never get over kissing you.

you jumped making him catch your legs, so that they were around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. chad deepen the kiss caressing your ass with his hands. a moan slipped through your throat and you pulled away from him. he tried chasing your lips desperately wanting kiss you again.

“easy there cowboy,” you whispered biting onto your bottom lip.

“can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“let’s go take this rodeo somewhere else, yeah?” he places you down and keeps his lustful eyes on you.

“sounds good to me, i got a horse you can ride.”

“chad!” you slapped his chest with a laugh, feeling your face heat up.

“i told you i can’t help myself when it comes to your sexy ass,” he slaps your ass and opens the door for you, following right behind you. with joint hands you guys headed back downstairs.

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beyondthesefourwalls · 1 year

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Remember You Even When I Don't (8)

Summary: A training accident, the doctor had told him. A nasty one that led him here, laying in a hospital bed with a splitting headache and an inability to remember the woman sitting beside him. What he did know, though, was that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and you felt important to him. That, as it turns out, would become an understatement.

Words: 5.5K

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw/Reader (no use of y/n, so can be read as unnamed oc)

Warnings: angst, hospitals, memory loss, language, suggestive themes, smut

Notes: Please note the updated warnings. These next few chapters are a new stage of Bradley and Pumpkin growing back together, and while I'm very excited about it, I know it may not be for everyone. For everyone who sticks around, please continue to comment and reblog, and my inbox is always open! I love to talk about these two :)

This was inspired by a one shot by the lovely @roosterforme and would not exist without her assistance. If you haven't read any of her stuff, please check out her masterlist - you won't be disappointed! All of the thanks to her and @mak-32 for being the best cheerleaders and friends I could ask for!

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You’re working today. You hadn’t wanted to, but a local congresswoman you had requested an interview with months ago finally agreed to a conversation in her office, and Bradley wouldn’t let you pass it up. It was only for a few hours, but he finds himself missing you while you’re gone.

This is the first time he had really been alone in the house for a long period of time since he got back from the hospital a month ago, and he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He had tried to read a book, or get lost in a movie, but nothing had really kept his attention. He was laying on the couch, the news on the tv in the background, aimlessly scrolling through his phone. He hadn’t fully dove into all that it contained, and he figured now was the time to do it, even if you weren’t here to answer any questions that he might have.

It’s interesting, seeing himself this way. Groupchats where he was an active participant, talking about parties or plans he has no recollection of, or discussing flight schedules for the week. He swaps Star Wars and Harry Potter trivia with Fanboy and gym regimes with Hangman and sends music back and forth with Coyote.

When he opens the text thread he has with you, the only one pinned to the top of his messages, his breath catches at the last message received.

I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.

It was sent the day of his accident, and he knew by the time stamp that it was sent after the crash. You must have texted that to him while you were waiting for news on his condition, and not for the first time, he feels both guilt and gratitude go through him; he’s so sorry that he’s hurt you like this, but he’s so glad he’s here now.

He scrolls for a while, reading you rambling to him about your work day and bouncing ideas for articles off of him, jumping from one topic to the next while you know he’s in the air or teaching a class so he doesn’t have his phone on him. Based on his responses that come later on, he knows he never minded the almost nonsensical messages. Even now, he finds it adorable and enjoys reading through them. There are conversations about dinner and what true crime documentary the two of you were going to watch that weekend.

There’s a little bit of everything in these messages between the two of you, but his brow furrows when he gets to a point about a week before his accident.

I’m on my way home, he had texted you, You better be ready for me, Pumpkin.

He scrolls further up, trying to find the beginning of the conversation that led to that, and he almost wishes he wouldn’t have.

You had texted him earlier that morning, when he barely must have left the house to go to base, a picture of you. There was a playful smirk on your lips, and you had what looked to be the cap from his formal dress whites perched crooked on your head. That in and of itself wasn’t what made his breath hitch, though. It was the fact that you were still in bed, your arm draped over your chest where he could see everything but everything, you hanging onto only a single shred of decency.

Fly well today, Lieutenant Commander.

It had descended into a day full of teasing from there, each message dirtier than the one before. Descriptions of what you wanted him to do to you and him warning you of what he would do when he got his hands on you. He feels flushed all over, but he keeps scrolling up. He bypasses recipes you wanted his opinion on and a reminder of what the Hulu password was, and eventually finds more pictures. Some are more risque than others, but all of them make him feel like the temperature in the room rose by multiple degrees.

There’s a tickle in his brain again, and he finds himself closing the messaging app and going to his photo albums. There’s a locked album there, and he knows, he just knows what it’s going to contain.

He shouldn’t. He knows that he shouldn’t. It feels like a strange invasion of privacy. But he’s wracking his mind to try and remember what the code would be to get into it anyway, and he curses when he gets it wrong first once, then a second time. He enters your birthday on the third attempt and groans out loud when he’s immediately met with the filthiest images he’s ever seen.

It’s a whole gallery of you, or the two of you together, and Bradley can’t stop himself from looking. He bites his lip as he takes in the photos, his mind so overrun with thoughts of how fucking stunning you are that he can barely think straight at all.

He stops at one in particular, clicking to enlarge it, and loses all thoughts entirely. Neither of your faces are in it, but he doesn’t need to guess that it’s the two of you. You’re sitting back against his chest, his ankles hooked over your legs, forcing them wide for him. He can see your nails biting into his thighs, but it’s his own hand that draws his attention. With the hand that’s not taking the selfie style photo, his fingers are gliding through the wetness gathered between your legs. You shine against the dark wedding band on his left land, one that’s noticeably absent from his finger now. He’s practically panting as he stares.

He’s so hypnotized by the way the two of you look together that he doesn’t hear the garage door open or the sound of you walking into the house.

“Baby?”

Your voice makes him jump so high that his phone goes flying out of his hand, a curse leaving his lips. He scrambles to pick it up when he sees you reaching for it as well, and your eyebrows are raised high as you look at him in surprise.

“Hey,” his voice cracks, higher pitched than normal, and he blushes. Your eyebrows raise a little bit higher. “Hi, sorry. Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yup,” he nods, faking a cough so he could try to clear his throat, his face flushed. “Totally fine.”

It’s not difficult to see how skeptical you are, and it’s hard for him to maintain eye contact with you and not let his eyes flicker down your body now that he has an idea of what rests underneath the smart dress you wore.

You eye him suspiciously, “Are you sure?”

He contemplates for a moment, trying to figure out a way to get himself out of this conversation, because the longer you looked at him like that the hotter he became under the collar. He took a deep breath, nodding again.

“I was looking at messages and pictures,” he says all in one breath, not liking the idea of completely lying to you. He rationalized that a different version of the truth was okay, even as the pictures flashed in his mind again. “Trying to see if anything jogged my memory.”

You search his eyes, and he tries his best to appear innocent, willing the hardening in his jeans to go down before you took notice. He suspected you already might have from the hint of a blush on your cheeks. “Did it?”

If he thought hard enough he swore he could almost feel you. Your back against his chest, how soft your inner thighs left. How warm your wetness felt against his fingers as he took you to the edge.

“No,” he stutters out after a moment, shaking his head, his face burning, “nothing yet.”

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He finds himself rubbing his thumb against the fading tan line on his left ring finger, something he had seen you do time and time again. He hadn’t really wondered up until this point where his ring was, but ever since he saw the picture with it so clearly against your skin, he couldn’t get it out of his head.

He’s helping you in the kitchen a few days later, mesmerized as always by how efficient and easy you made everything look. You roll your eyes when he comments on it.

“It’s cookies, Bradley. Nothing fancy.”

“But they’re from scratch. The dough isn’t pre-made. That’s fancy!”

You laugh at him in response, shaking your head. You take the rings on your left hand off, sitting them beside the sink as you wash your hands before the two of you get started. It raises the subject back to the forefront of his mind. He had been desperate to ask you for the last few days, but hadn’t built up the courage to do it. But he can almost feel it on his finger now, can feel a ghost of your fingers as you slide it into place, and it’s suddenly more of a need to know.

“Can I uh…can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“What happened to my wedding ring?”

You pause from where you’re cracking an egg into the mixing bowl, your eyebrows raised high. You set it down gently, turning to face him.

“Does it bother you…that I wear mine, still?”

“No!” he insists, hating even the idea of you taking it off. “It doesn’t bother me at all. I promise. We just have never acknowledged mine? I know that I wear one - I remember wearing one, and I’ve seen it in pictures, too.”

“You love your ring,” you tell him softly, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” he says, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But you give him a small smile, though he can see the pain in your eyes, and shake your head.

“You don’t fly with it on,” you explain, “you tried, at first, but you had been flying so long without anything on your hands that you couldn’t get used to it being there when you were operating the controls.”

He thinks for a moment and the words come to him slowly. “You were the one who told me to start taking it off when I fly.”

“I was.”

“Why?”

Your lips quirk and you shrug. “I’m more worried about you flying safely than wearing your ring at all times. You keep it in one of the pockets of your flight suit when you go up in the air now.”

Of course you were more worried for him. He should have expected nothing less from you and the way you effortlessly care for him. He can also picture that, he thinks. It’s easy to imagine not wanting to be separated from the physical reminder that he belongs to you, so even if he couldn’t wear it, he’d at least have it on him, in the inner chest pocket right above his heart.

“So..” He doesn’t quite know how to ask his question, but you must read it on his face.

You twist your own ring on your finger in the way you always seemed to do to center yourself. Pain flashed across your face and Bradley knew you were remembering, too. “They uh..they had to cut your flight suit off, before you went into surgery. You weren’t breathing and were bleeding…” you cut yourself off, squeezing your eyes shut and shaking the visual from your head. “But it was still in your pocket. So. I have it.”

He sets down the bag of chocolate chips he had been holding and walks the few steps to where you’re standing at the counter. When he holds his arms open, you don’t hesitate to step into them. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he breathes in your scent.

“I’m so sorry I put you through that,” he whispers into the strands of your hair, and he feels the way you squeeze him in response.

“You’re okay now,” you speak into his chest, and he thinks he might feel you press a kiss there, directly over the spot where that inner pocket of his flight suit would be, where he kept you when he had no other choice.

The two of you stand there wrapped up together for a long moment. When you lift your head, your eyes are glassy, but you give him a smile and a small kiss to his lips.

Later, after the cookies have been made and devoured, you join him on the back porch. You had taken to sitting on the swing together and when you sit beside him tonight, he sees you rolling something between your fingers. His breath catches when he sees exactly what it is. You’re staring at it too, your gaze intense and pondering. He doesn’t speak, not quite knowing what to say. Eventually, you break out of your haze and meet his eyes.

“You don’t have to put it back on,” you tell him, holding your hand out to him. His wedding band sits on your palm, shining against your skin. For a moment he sees you in white standing right in front of him, wildflowers in your hair.

His fingertips brush yours when he takes it from you, admiring the piece of jewelry he wasn’t aware that he missed until it was back in his possession.

“But it’s yours. I want - I want you to have it.”

He rolls it between his fingers, contemplating for a moment. He swallows, suddenly overcome with emotion he hadn’t seen coming and that tingling that’s starting to become familiar to him. You had picked it out yourself and he knows when he looks, he’ll see an engraving of your initials beside his. He was always so proud to be able to wear this, knowing that it symbolized being with you, a small way of telling anyone who saw it that he was lucky enough to be your husband.

But he wasn’t him - not yet, not completely. Everyday brought him closer to thinking that he could be, though.

“Pumpkin, I…” he trailed off, not sure what to say.

“Hey,” you murmur, cupping his cheek and turning his head to meet your eyes. You didn’t look mad, or upset, and you’re giving him the gentlest, kindest look anyone ever had. But your eyes didn’t hold pity or sympathy either - just a trust and love that he’s still not sure what he could have ever done to deserve. “Whenever you’re ready. And if you never are-”

“I will be,” he cut you off; he wanted nothing more than to be ready. “I just…I still have something to prove to myself.”

You nod, and Bradley leans forward to kiss you softly. He leaves his forehead pressed against yours when he pulls away, relishing in the calm you brought him.

“I’ll get there,” he says, “I promise.”

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He’s spent time alone, but he hasn’t spent time away from you with other people. He’s hesitant to accept the invite from Mav to visit the hanger he had here. But planes and his godfather had been a staple of Bradley’s childhood, an influence on his whole life, really. He had been cleared to drive earlier in the week, so that Saturday, he leaves early. He’s anxious at the thought of being away from you but he knows that the him from before wouldn’t have said no to the invitation and he was so determined to get back to who that was. And he knows that you have a life outside of taking care of him, too. You’re getting brunch with Nat and Coyote’s wife later and he knows you’re excited, even if you hung onto him a little bit longer than a normal hug when he said goodbye. You had made him promise that he would call you if he needed anything and the whole way to the desert, his fingers twitched, wanting to call you just to hear your voice.

Mav greets him with a large smile and a tight hug, “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Me too,” Bradley says. He means it, even if he does miss you already. He looks around the hanger, taking note of the few planes and motorcycles throughout the long stretch. It was a lot more than the collection he had when Bradley was 17. “What are we working on today?”

Mav gives him his signature grin. “I want to show you something.”

He follows him to the end of the hanger, where a large blue tarp is covering what can’t be anything but a plane. His godfather gestures to it. Bradley raises an eyebrow but walks up to it, grabbing hold of the tarp and yanking it back. Like he suspected, he’s greeted by a Cessna. It’s a classic 172 by the looks of it, a smaller four seater. It’s a sleek white in color with subtle burnt orange line work. Bradley whistles. It was beautiful in a way that only planes like this could be.

“When’d you get this one?”

Mav smirks, shaking his head. “I didn’t.”

“What?”

“Take a look at the other side.” He nods his head, urging Bradley forward. Confused and intrigued, he follows the instructions, walking around to the other side of the small plane. He gets what Mav was saying, then, and sucks in a breath. Right there emblazoned on the side, in an elegant script, was Pumpkin.

This wasn’t Mav’s plane; it was his.

“You got her about six months ago,” he says softly when he joins him at his side.

Bradley reaches up and runs his fingers over the name. It’s foggy, but he thinks he can remember now. He had always wanted to own his own plane since the first time his godfather took him up in one at 6 years old. It was always a pipedream, though. He was never in one place for long enough, and while he was generally good with saving money, it was a bigger purchase than he had ever made. But then the two of you got married and a permanent station here in California. Between both of your savings and what he still had of his parents life insurance, the funds were there. It was you who had made the suggestion of finally pulling the trigger, and it was him who had suggested a four seater instead of a two seater so that if the two of you ever had children, you could all fly together. You cried when he showed you the name he had painted on it.

“Still needs some work done before she’s flyable. I thought maybe you’d want to work on it today.”

An eager smile appears on his face and he nods, already peeling his jacket off and heading toward the toolbox. If Mav noticed that he didn’t need to instruct him on where it was, he didn’t comment on it.

The two work in tandem for hours. It had only been six weeks since his accident, but he couldn’t recall a time since flight school that he had gone this long without being near a plane and it felt good doing so again. It’s easy, getting into the rhythm of twisting bolts and tinkering with the engine wires. He thinks it won’t be long until he can get this cleared to go in the air and he knows without a doubt that you’re going to be the first passenger.

His phone buzzes in the early afternoon and he doesn’t hesitate to put down the wrench he was working with and dig it out of his jeans pocket. You had sent him a selfie earlier when you had gotten to brunch, sunglasses on and a bright smile on your face with a mimosa in your hand, and he hoped it was another picture. His eyebrows furrow when he sees it’s Phoenix calling him, instead. He picks up, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Nat?”

“Your wife got stung by a bee. We’re on our way to the hospital.”

He can feel the dread as it settles over him. His heart beats faster in his chest. “What?”

She sighs on the other line, and he can hear commotion in the background. “She’s severely allergic, Rooster. We sat outside at brunch and we didn’t even realize it happened at first. She didn’t have her epipen on her so we had to call an ambulance. She’s going to be fine, but you should get here anyway, okay?”

He feels like he can barely breathe, like the room is closing in on him a little bit. Mav must notice the panic written all over him because he’s quick to come over and take the phone out of his hand, taking over the conversation. He can barely hear him over the roaring in his head. You were hurt. He knew you were extremely allergic to bees. That was something he had remembered. You were supposed to carry an epipen on you at all times. He can’t remember if you’d ever gotten stung when he was there. He can’t remember how bad it got if you ever were. But now you were in the back of an ambulance and on your way to a hospital and he could feel his fear all the way down to his bones.

“Bradley, hey. Look at me.”

Mav is in front of him, hands gripping his shoulders. He meets his eyes and tries to breathe, but all he can see is you, struggling to catch a breath and being loaded into the back of an ambulance.

“I’ll drive, okay? Let’s go.”

He follows him to the car, not really calculating anything other than the fact that he was almost an hour away from you and what if there was traffic and why didn’t you have your epipen on you?

“She’s going to be okay.”

“But-”

“Phoenix said the paramedics administered epi as soon as they arrived, and it didn’t take them long to get to her. She was awake and was already breathing easier when they left for the hospital. Didn’t even need to use the sirens.”

That doesn’t make him feel better. Not really. Knowing that trained professionals weren’t panicking must have meant that you were okay, but he knows how serious anaphylaxis is, too.

He can’t reconcile everything that he’s feeling right now. He has never, ever felt like this before. The thought of something happening to you is scarier than any mission he had ever been on, any enemy he had encountered in the air.

“Mav I can’t - I can’t lose her. I just got her.”

“You aren’t going to.”

Bradley doesn’t say anything, can’t think of a single thing to say, and instead buries his head in his hands from his spot in the passenger seat. You were going to be okay. You had to be okay. Because he may not remember everything about the two of you, but he did know for certain that if something ever happened to you, he would never, ever recover from it.

He doesn’t wait for Mav once they get to the hospital, the older man opting to drop him off at the front before going to find parking. He’s practically sprinting as he goes through the emergency room doors and vaguely, he remembers you telling him about the time this happened before, when you took yourself to the hospital and ended up needing surgery. He can almost feel that panic now, and it makes what he’s already feeling worse.

“Can I help-“

“I’m looking for my wife. She was brought in because of a bee sting-“

“Sir-“

“She’s really allergic and-“

“Sir!” The nurse behind the counter snaps, raising her voice over his to get through to him. “I need your wife’s name if I’m going to find her for you.”

Oh. Yes, he thinks, your name. They need your name.

It’s the first time he’s said your full name, and your first and his last name feel so right coming off his tongue. But he can’t focus on that right now, giving all of his attention to the nurse who is typing so slowly.

Before she can even hit enter, though, he hears his callsign echo behind him. He spins, heart racing with anxiety, and spots Nat making her way over to him. She gives the annoyed nurse a kind, charming smile as she grabs Bradley by the arm

“Sorry about him, ma’am. I got him from here.”

She pulls him away without another word, heading toward the hallway off the packed waiting room.

“Is she okay? Nat, is-“

“She’s fine, Rooster. Coming down from the adrenaline rush that the epinephrine gave her, but she’ll be okay.”

“What about-“

Nat stops in front of a closed door, lowering her voice. “Bradley. She’s okay.”

He’s pushing past her before she even finishes, spotting you on the bed through the glass and half drawn curtain. You look so small amongst the crinkly white sheets, still in the clothes you wore to brunch. Your makeup is a bit smudged and your eyes are red and he hates to think that you were scared enough to start crying. You’re holding an oxygen mask in your hand at your side.

“Hi baby.” Even your voice sounds more pitched. He’s quick to make it to your side.

Your breathing is slightly elevated, and the heart monitor is beating a little bit faster than he thinks is normal. He grabs the hand holding the mask, placing it over your mouth to start providing you with the supplemental air again. You make a small sound of surprise, but take in a deep breath of it anyway before pushing his hand away.

“I’m okay.”

But your hands are shaking and your eyes are wider than normal. The skin that he can see is splotchy with hives.

He looks back at Nat, who is still hovering in the doorway, an eyebrow arched and a small smirk on her face. He ignores the look. “Can you grab a doctor?”

You protest from the bed, but Bradley doesn’t waiver. With a fond roll of her eyes, Nat disappears from view.

“Bradley. Sweetheart.” You grip his wrist, trying to get him to focus on you. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“You’re in the emergency room because you went into anaphylactic shock. You are not fine.”

“But I am,” you insist, smiling softly at him, even as your body trembles as it works to burn through the adrenaline that was injected into it, “medicine worked just fine.”

The door slides open before he can respond, an attending doctor who looks like he’s been up for longer than is healthy and in wrinkled green scrubs introducing himself as he walks in.

“Is she okay?” Bradley demands immediately, and the tired man looks startled for a moment at how abrupt the question was. Bradley stares at him, his eyes wide and unblinking as he waits for the answer. His heart is still pounding in his chest. He feels you tangle one of your hands with one of his and he squeezes back when he feels the pressure from you. He knows you’re trying to reassure him.

“And you are…?”

“I’m her husband,” he answers easily, the words falling off his tongue like he had said them a thousand times before. You suck in a small breath and tighten your grip on his hand again.

“Ah,” the doctor hums, flipping through the chart he’s holding. Bradley wonders if all non-military hospitals move this slowly or if it was just because of how anxious he is at this moment, but he really, really needs him to answer his question.

“Is she okay?” he repeats.

“Bradley,” you murmur, but he keeps his eyes trained on the man in the scrubs and white coat.

“She responded well to the epinephrine that was administered by the paramedics who brought her in,” he finally says, looking up from the chart and taking a step toward your side. He stops when he sees that Bradley doesn’t move an inch. He sighs, switching direction to go to your other side instead. “How are you feeling Mrs. Bradshaw?”

You answer his questions as they come, Bradley paying rapt attention the whole time. Your throat doesn’t feel tight anymore. You aren’t lightheaded, but you do feel a little shortness of breath. You feel jittery - wired, almost. You’re both assured that it’s completely normal as the drug works its way out of your system. They can give you something to try and calm you down, and they want you to stay for a few hours to make sure you don’t go back into the allergic reaction once the epinephrine has worn off. The thought makes his blood run cold.

“Should she stay overnight?” he asks, but the doctor shakes his head no.

“The standard observation timeslot should be just fine, Mr. Bradshaw. But we’ll make sure you both know what to look out for when you leave.”

He walks out without saying much else. Bradley feels you tug on his hand, his name leaving your lips in a whisper. He meets your gaze and he watches as your eyes soften even more.

“Sit down, honey.”

He listens to you, dragging the chair beside your bed as close as possible. He rests his elbows on the mattress beside you, holding your hand tightly between both of his.

“I’m okay,” you repeat again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your fingers and taking a deep breath. “I…this really scared me.”

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” you say softly, running your thumb over one of the hands holding yours, soothing the skin and helping his racing heart. Your touch is like magic to him, providing an almost instant calm that he desperately needed. Guilt curled in his stomach, knowing that even now, you’re the one helping him.

“I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around.”

“We comfort each other, baby. That’s how this works.”

“Why didn’t you have your epipen on you, Pumpkin? Don’t you normally carry it?” he asks quietly, a touch of urgency still in his tone. He couldn’t stop thinking about what would have happened if you were alone and this happened, with no one around to call 911. He could have lost you, all over a silly little bee sting, and he can’t wrap his mind around that. He just got you. He had had you, he knew. But he was just getting you back.

“I switched bags this morning and forgot to take it out of the pocket of the old one, I guess. I haven’t had to use one since college. I forget about it, sometimes.”

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to rid himself of the worst case scenarios. He’s the one that normally reminds you to always have it on you, he thinks. He vaguely recalls having a spare in the glove compartment of the Bronco, and in the drawer in the kitchen and maybe one in the bedroom, too.

Not for the first time, he curses his memory and the accident that took it from him.

When he opens his eyes, his look is intense, “Never again, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, but Bradley shakes his head.

“No. Promise me. Please?”

Your lips part and you stare at him for a long moment. His gaze never waivers from yours. He needs you to listen to him. To hear him.

“I promise,” you finally whisper.

He rises from the chair, pressing a kiss to your lips. He keeps his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

“Will you lay with me?” You ask quietly, shy in a way reminiscent of when you asked him to say I love you on the porch all those weeks ago. He hates that you felt you even needed to ask.

With no hesitation, he maneuvered himself into the small bed beside you. He kisses your forehead once, twice, three times, holding you as tightly as he could. Your body still gave the occasional tremble but they had lessened now, your breaths coming a little bit easier, and he felt the tightness in his chest ease.

“Sorry for being a mess,” he whispers into your hair.

“Don’t,” you whisper back, and he feels you shake your head from where it’s tucked into his chest. “It means you care.”

The words are there, right on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t say them, not yet or here. You deserve more than a frantic hospital room confession.

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Part Nine :: Series Masterlist :: Main Masterlist

Notes: I hope you liked this one! We're nearing the end, but I think everyone is really going to like the next chapter. Would love to hear any thoughts you may have :)

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lfghughes · 10 months

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imagine Jack dating a university girl, she being a cheerleader and him going to the games to watch her dance, often dragging the boys with him, going to university parties, making friends with her friends (even though he doesn't really like football players)

a/n: I'm feeling like the biggest sap today and this just increased my sappiness

“You boys are still coming tonight right?” Jack asked the boys around him, specifically John, Dawson, and Nico. They had all just finished their morning skate and a few days back he had invited them all to his girlfriends game tonight. Or well the football teams game but his girlfriend was a cheerleader there and Jack liked to show up as much as he could to her things since she always tried her best to show up to the games she could go to. “Yeah, we’re still in. Wanna ride all together?” Dawson asked and everyone agreed it would just be easier.

One good thing about the amount of times Jack had gone to games was that everyone at this point was now used to seeing him there with at least another teammate so he would get some hellos but the whole picture and autographs thing passed. It was always fun when the boys got to come out with him, watching another game in person. If he could do it more often Jack would have.

Anytime his girlfriend did anything though, his eyes were on her and watching her every move. At one point when she had found him in the crowd, he gave her a small wave and the smile on her lips grew from ear to ear as she waved back. “Careful bud, you’re drooling a little.” Dawson teased, bumping you with his shoulder. “You act like you don’t do the same every time your girlfriend walks into the room.” Nico instantly teased Dawson.

As the game came to an end, the boys walked down the bleachers towards the field and immediately Jack opened his arms as his girlfriend ran into his arms, lifting her up slightly. “You were amazing out there.” He whispered to her, giving her a quick kiss. “Hey, so there’s a party at one of the football guys house and it’s okay if you guys are tired but maybe you would wanna go?”

It definitely wasn’t Jacks scene but also he did enjoy going out for drinks and he knew she liked spending time with her friends and doing all these school things so he nodded his head before turning to the boys. “She’ll be my ride home anyways if you guys wanna bounce.” Jack told them so they didn’t have to feel like they had to go but they waved him off. “We can use a few drinks tonight.”

“The legend himself came out to see us.” A voice rang out which Jack recognized right away. In the times he had gone out with everyone he had gotten to know the football team pretty well and had made genuine friendships with some. “What’s up dude, good game by the way.” Jack told him as he dapped him up. “Your girl tell you about the party at my place?” He asked and Jack nodded his head. “You already know we’ll be there.”

Times like this were always fun for Jack because he was still young but with being in the NHL he didn’t get to have as much of a college experience as Luke had and as his girlfriend was having so this was his moment for that. “Alright babygirl, ready to go?” Jack asked as he lifted her up, tossing her up over his shoulder as she squealed. “Jack!” She laughed and he wished he could live in this moment for a little longer, feeling so free and young.

#jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 8 months

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Heyyy! I love dad!Bill sm. Do you think you could do his daughter moving out to go to college that’s quite a bit away from their home and Bull gets emotional as she goes away. Ty!

(oh, god. This would be so bittersweet for him 😭 Anyways, enjoy!)

Leaving The Nest

Aww, he's def crying his eyes out

He remembers when you were so little in his arms when you were born now you're going to college?!

He feels so fucking old

He doesn't want his baby to leave but he knows it's for you

And that you're happy to go

He may be sad but he is soo fucking proud of you man

He's happy to see you accomplishing your own dreams

He is crying all over Facebook

Yes, he is THAT parent

He's the one to always visit you when he can or he loves when you come home

He is constantly calling you everyday just to talk to you

Even if you don't answer he texts you about his day and how much he loves you and is proud of you

He is so corny but he thinks it's worth it so you know how much he loves you

He was shocked it was so far away

But if it's a good school, and you wanna go, he may be sad but he says go!

He would never wanna hold you back from your dreams or education

He is supporting your decision all the way

He helped you pack up your room and let me tell you, he cried when he found stuff from when you were little

I'm talking stuffed animals, pictures, old awards and everything

He misses that little baby girl but he loves you now so much

He keeps mulling over every little achievement and milestone you made growing up and making himself cry at this point

He did not wanna let you go at all when the time came

He didn't think the time would go by so quick!

He had your family, and I mean everyone, come by and throw you a little party to say bye

He said goodnight, but somehow in the middle of the night, you came to his room

He was so happy secretly, because you just wanted one last night to sleep in your dad's side

And God knows Bill needed that and so did you

Growing up may be difficult and scary but Bill would alway be there for you

Even if it means moving away, Bill would be the cheerleader dad that was always behind you

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cornertheculprit · 1 year

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like it's about how phoenix tells maya a joke in turnabout sisters (whether it's cheering him on in court like a cheerleader, her acting as his defense lawyer or breaking him out of the detention center) and maya is 100% down to do any of those things without question to the point where phoenix has to backtrack and tell her it was a joke. it's about how phoenix told her he wouldn't abandon her after everyone else had. it's about how maya threw herself at von karma with his six hundred thousand volt taser and told phoenix to run. it's about how phoenix grew so miserable without maya around after she left to train that he didn't take a single case for two months until he met a girl that reminded him so much of maya that he couldn't say no. it's about how maya refused to do her first proper channeling without phoenix being there for it. it's about how when maya thought she'd killed dr. grey phoenix was the one to insist over and over that it wasn't her and that no one had decided anything yet. it's about how she trusted phoenix with her magatama, something that had "always protected" her. it's about how phoenix slapped lotta for talking shit about maya. it's about how when phoenix realized maya was kidnapped his eyesight instantly started fading away out of sheer panic. it's about how maya told phoenix to get engarde a guilty verdict no matter what even if it meant her life and drew a picture of him while she was kidnapped as a symbol of hope. it's about how phoenix told maya that she knew he'd never desert her. it's about how they were so busy teasing each other at lordly tailor that pearl was the one doing all the investigating. it's about how maya called herself phoenix's sister twice. it's about how phoenix knocked larry out of the way to brave the burning bridge to reach maya on the other side. it's about how phoenix's desire for dahlia to get the hell out of maya's body was so powerful that it actually evicted her. it's about how maya called phoenix one of the feys and it's about how phoenix went through the ridiculously rigorous spiritual training alongside her at hazakura temple even though he isn't even a spirit medium. it's about how maya asks for help every time she's in trouble and how phoenix always answers without question. and finally it's about how maya whacked phoenix on the head with the shichishito

#jk that's not final but if i kept talking about them i'd be here forever. so #anyway. they are each other's most important person. for realsies. god.

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Hellfire's Girl

Summary- A new girl moves to Hawkins and has already made an impression.

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!oc

Warnings- friends to lovers, slow burn, she/her pronouns, cursing, mainly nickname will be used,

Notes- This is my first Eddie fic. Also, I will be straying from the storyline. Please don't forget to comment. I'd love to hear feedback.

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~Lena~

Moving to Hawkins wasn't as bad as I had originally thought. Sure it sucks that I had to leave, but knowing I was only about 3 hours away from my friends made me feel better about it.

Starting my senior year in a new high school on the other hand… blows.

Well, it would have if I cared about fitting in. Back home no one judged. But here? Oh boy did they. I had to keep some of my hobbies on the down low, for now at least. Apparently, Dungeons and Dragons was considered “Devil worshipping”. So much for me trying to find people to teach me how to play. Or so I thought. Barely one week in Hawkins High is all it took for me to make a friend. Or a few.

~English class~

I was sitting in the back because I couldn't pay attention today. I was a passing student so I wasn't worried.

As I tuned out the teacher, I started doodling on what should've been my notes. The only thing on my mind was smoking my last joint that was tucked away in my car. I was unconsciously drawing clouds around the leaf I had made on my paper.

“Hey, New girl.” I heard whispers next to me. Turning my head to see a boy wearing a shirt with the words “Hellfire Club”. Maybe it was a new band?

“Do you partake or just like drawing?”

This felt like a trick question. Was he trying to get me caught or being friendly? I've learned quickly not to trust anyone yet. The jocks and the cheerleaders are the royalty in the ranks. Any lower on the food chain and you're a target no matter what.

He felt my hesitation to the question so he continued, “I only ask because if you need “flower”- he points to my picture- I know a guy.”

That sounds even more suspicious! I lean in slightly whispering, “You do realize how that sounds like a total set up right? Why should I trust you?”

The boy puts his hands up in defense.“That's fair. But wouldn't me asking you just be me outing myself? Why would I rat both of us out?”

“Touche.”

“I’m Gareth by the way.”

“Lena. And hypothetically if I were to say I had “flower”. Would you partake?”

“Uh Duh.” We both laughed silently.

“You seem pretty cool Gareth.” I could tell that took him by surprise but he tried to cover it up.

“Uh, thanks. So do you.” he paused for a second “Would you wanna come sit with me and my friends during lunch? I can't guarantee that you'll think they'll be as cool as me but…” I giggled.

“I’d love to. And trust me if they're like you I'll like them way better than the “royalty”.”

With that said the bell had rung, dismissing everyone for lunch. I put my notebook in my bag seeing Gareth standing in the corner of my eye. Like he's waiting for me. How sweet.

“I have to put some stuff in my locker. You can go ahead and I'll find you.” I smiled at him. He nodded his head but looked unsure. Like he thought I was lying about sitting with them. Nonetheless, he walks out of the room towards the lunch room while I head to my locker.

~3rd Person~

As Gareth walked to the lunch room, he thought about Lena. Was she being serious about sitting with them? Regardless he would have to mention her to his friends. Even if she didn't sit with them she was one of the good ones.

As he walks through the doors, a roar of multiple conversations bounces off the walls. He grabs his lunch and then heads to his table with his dungeon master and best friend seated at the head of the table.

The kiddies arrived just as he sat down. Now was his chance.

“Hey guys, I invited the new girl to sit with us.”

Everyone at the table paused as if processing what Gareth had said. Then a chorus of laughs erupted from the group. “I’m serious!”

Eddie wipes a fake tear from his eye. “Good one Gare.”

“Yeah like a girl is gonna sit with us.”Jeff rolls his eyes.

“You're delusional man!”

With Gareth trying to defend himself and the group in denial, they had not noticed Lena approaching their table.

~Lena~

I rushed to my locker to dump whatever I didn't need for my next classes. Then into the bathroom to make sure I didn't look crazy. I wanted to make a good first impression on Gareth's friends. It’d be nice to have real people to hang out with who are not snobby rich fakers.

When I got to the cafeteria I scanned the room to find Gareth while going through the line to just get some fruit. Surprised that they had peaches I grabbed two then spotted Gareth after I paid.

As I was heading to the table, a blonde cheerleader I met earlier stopped me. I think her name was Chrissy.

“Hey, would you like to sit with me and the girls?” she smiled sweetly.

“Oh thanks but I've got a seat already.” offering her a smile back. I didn't want to hurt her feelings because she seemed like the only genuine popular girl I'd met.

“Oh, that's okay! Maybe next time.” she then walked away to her table.

I started walking again and as I approached the table it seemed like they were arguing about something. Before you could catch what was going on they all fell quiet when you stood in front of their table. Looking at the boy standing at the opposite side of the table.

~3rd Person~

Eddie was not buying it for one second as soon as the sentence left Gareth's mouth. A new girl sitting with them? The freaks of Hawkins High? Yeah right. But alas Eddie believed that Gareth was committed to the bit til he had enough. He stood from his chair and slammed his hands on the table.

“For fucks sake! Why would she…”

He never finished his sentence. Once he saw her walking and stop right in front of his table he was speechless. No one ever makes Eddie Munson speechless.

The boys turned to see why he shut up and were equally astonished, besides Gareth of course. He wore a smug smile, crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair.

“Uh hi. Gareth said I could sit with you guys.”

Silence from the whole table. They just couldn't believe that Gareth was telling the truth. With no response, she tried again.

~Lena~

“Is that okay?” I asked as I looked at the boy directly across from me. He seemed like the leader of the pack so I awaited his response. But nothing. They all just stared at me like they had never seen a girl before. I don't know if I should be flattered or concerned. Before I could feel embarrassed and think this was a bad idea, Gareth spoke up.

“Here, you can sit next to me.” He scooted the chair next to him out for me to sit.

I sat down hesitantly, eyeing everyone as they still didn't speak. Lingering a little longer on the curly long-haired boy. He was cute no doubt. I toss that thought immediately away. Friends Lena. You're making friends. It was too soon to be having a crush on someone.

“Don't mind them. They didn't believe me when I said you were sitting with us.”

Gareth went around the table, introducing everyone to me. Next to him was Jeff. Across from me was Mike, and to his right was Dustin and Doug. Lastly, at the head of the table was Eddie. “Guys, this is Lena.”

I gave them all a smile and waved. Also noticed that they all wore the same shirt. I made a mental note to ask about it.

Dustin seemed to be the first of the group to come to his senses. “So, where are you from?”

“Harrison. It's about a half hour outside of Cincinnati.”

“What made you come to Hawkins?” Mike asked with a confused face.

“Uh, well my dad overlooks construction jobs. The company he works for has a new location. So he decided to move closer since he’ll be running that place.”

Everyone seemed to become more comfortable as I answered their questions. Seemingly deciding that I wasn't a threat. As I talked I subconsciously worked on opening my peach. It was what I always did to them. Slightly crack open the top, and run my finger all the way around. Now and then lick my finger to stop the juice from running down my hand then twist until it splits in half. Once opened I took a bite and noticed they all were staring again.

“What?” I said wiping the corner of my mouth.

“How in the hell did you just do that?” Jeff asked.

I couldn't help but giggle. “It’s my party trick.” I took another bite.

~3rd Person~

“Is that okay?”

The way she looked at Eddie stirred something inside of him. Genuinely asking for permission. His permission to sit with them. He was so dumbfounded to speak. Just taking her in. From her pretty brown eyes to the Queen t-shirt and jeans she wore that hugged her curves in all the right places to her ring-adorned hands holding peaches. She looked godsent. Well, at least that's what Eddie was thinking. He got a weird feeling as he saw you take the seat next to Gareth. Jealousy? What? No way he was already crushing on the new girl?! He barely even spoke a word to her, just listened to her answer any questions the guys had.

He watched her as she absentmindedly moved her fingers through the peach. His mind started creating naughty thoughts he couldn't shake away. The way she licked her fingers, completely oblivious to what she was doing to him. The juice of the peach slipped out the corner of her mouth as she took a bite. All he wanted to do was lick it off her. Oh, how he was already done for.

Jeff was the first to express his bewilderedness. Man, hearing her giggle? Eddie wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever.

“It’s how I've always eaten peaches. They're my favorite,” she says like it is the most obvious answer in the world. Before anyone could ask about the side with the pit, she does the same trick to split it again in half and then pop the clean pit out. She holds out a slice offering it up to anyone. Before Eddie could act, Dustin took the offering.

“Well in that case should we be calling you Peaches then?” Gareth joked.

She pondered the thought and then shrugged with a smile. “I wouldn't mind that.” Right at that moment, Hellfire as a collective decided that from now on they would only call her Peaches.

Tagged: @luv4peterba1lard @arlxtarts @midnyghtsolstice

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SURPRISE D.A.M.N CREW GENERAL HCs ‼️

I don’t like making hcs on my phone but Friendsgiving yesterday rlly motivated me to just do it

— Caelum likes to chew on his shirt when he’s bored

— Dear has 5 umbrellas even though they live alone

— FL has no idea AI art exists

— Dear likes to buy Lasko ties

— Caelum thinks cats are adorable but is absolutely terrified of them

— Gavin is shit at golf, bowling, and basically every sport in existence except for gymnastics, cheerleading, and table tennis

— Huxley can flex his tits

— Lasko buys every fan except Lasko brand fans

— Dear hasn’t played Mario Kart before but when they first played with Lasko they decimated him

— Damien’s favorite kind of animals are the hairless ones

— Caelum can’t hopscotch

— FL can’t be trusted to go grocery shopping for people because they have shit willpower and no common sense they will buy the wrong brand of item you want and buy 3 packs of pizza rolls for themselves with the person’s money

— Huxley can’t jump rope properly because the rope can’t go around his body

— Damien has a schedule of what to wear and when. He wears specific shirts on SPECIFIC days of the week.

— FL has a child safety lock on their computer for Caelum and Gavin

— Everyone has to tell Damien where they’re going whenever they leave their houses

— Dear somehow got everyone’s number before Friendsgiving and asked everyone to point out Lasko’s use of Mahogany/Burnt Sienna on the letters

— Gavin isn’t allowed inside Max’s Rustic Pizza anymore

— If Damien would let him, Huxley would touch lava, like seriously slap it

— FL likes to dress up as Aang for Halloween

— Lasko and Damien are the only ones to own a bidet

— Huxley owns a mermaid dress

— Gavin owns a fur coat

— As a kid, Huxley was too shy to ask his moms to peel his oranges for him so he just sorta ate them with the peel on until he was 11

— Gavin is banned on tiktok

- and twitter

— Caelum’s wings flap like a hummingbird’s

— Huxley is the only member to buy proper sweet snacks. Lasko buys offbrand and Damien doesn’t buy sweets

— Gavin’s favorite cartoon character is Bugs Bunny

— Despite popular belief, Damien is willing to wear an itchy ugly christmas sweater

— Dear owns a border collie

— Lasko writes fanfiction

— Huxley’s luck is fucking amazing when he plays DND, so much so that it pisses off Lasko and now whenever they campaign with others he makes Huxley the dungeon master

— Damien doesn’t know how to skip

— Gavin can make his own alcoholic beverage at will

— FL isn’t from Dahlia. They’re from NY, but have never been in NYC

— Dear has a very strong opinion on Dasani. I don’t know if they strongly dislike it or strongly like it, but they feel very strongly about it.

— Huxley heard the news about the Summit online, saw it was hosted by Vincent and Lovely, recognized Lovely’s name, and went “wait a minute—”.

— Damien has thought about burning his baby pictures when Huxley found them.

— He attempted to do it when Gavin found them.

— FL has a sweet tooth and since Huxley is the only member to buy sweets, they sneak into his house and consume most of it.

After Damien moved in with Huxley he once woke up at like 2am to get a glass of water and saw FL hunched over sucking the frosting off of the mini cupcakes Huxley buys and chugging milk out of the container, their eyes were glowing in the dark and there was a ton of containers on the floor.

Damien went back to sleep without saying a word. When he woke up all traces of FL being in the house were gone and they don’t recall the night ever happening. No one believes him.

The only reference to the night happening is that all the snacks he saw FL eating were gone.

Lasko believes him but FL won’t let him tell Damien he believes him (it has happened to Lasko too and that’s why he buys offbrand).

— Gavin has accidentally killed someone with a rift.

— Caelum too but he doesn’t know.

— Dear is gonna buy Lasko rash ointment for Christmas with no malicious intent whatsoever.

— Damien owns the same amount of shoes as Milo.

— Gavin can’t swim. Gavin’s bad at a lot of things.

— Caelum can swim with water wings. Caelum’s good at a lot of things.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted lasko #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted dear

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Working Title | Chapter 16

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/OFC

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok?

Word Count: 6.7k

Series Masterlist | AO3 Chapter 16

Chapter Summary: The rest of Dieter’s date and going into the night.

Chapter Warnings: Dun dun duuuuun… we made it everyone! This is the chapter where things turn a bit steamier. I don’t want to spoil it here other than to say that they have sex and that you should practice safe, consensual sex!

A/N: A big thank you to @musings-of-a-rose for being a beta on part of this chapter and to @laughinginthepurplerain for being an amazing cheerleader. I’m not going to lie, this chapter freaks me out to publish for several reasons. Sooo if you don’t like it, just be nice about it?

Frankie lands the helicopter beautifully, you don’t even feel when you are back on solid ground.

“Alright, well, sit tight here while I get everything shut off. I’ll get you both out and onto the next part of your tour,” he pops in over the headset.

You look over to Dieter, your mouth agape, and whisper, “There’s more?!” which makes him smile and nod.

Once you are out of the helicopter, you throw your shirt back on since your swimsuit was dry.

“Thank you so much for this, man, it was awesome,” Dieter shakes Frankie’s hand.

“Yes, thank you so much, it was amazing!” You chime in, also shaking his hand.

“Glad to hear it, well, I’ll walk you all over to the guys, they’ll help you with the next part.” He leads you over to a pair of men standing next to another Jurassic Park-themed Jeep.

“Hey there, I’m Benny,” the man waves. “This is Will. You two ready to explore?” Benny was tall, with some scruff on his face, and his long hair was gathered in a bun low on his head. Next to him was Will, a bit shorter but still broad with a cropped haircut and a red bandana tied around his neck.

“Ah yeah, what are we doing exactly?” You look between all the men, a bit in awe at how much handsome is standing in front of you.

“Oh, sorry. We’re gonna head out to Kualoa Ranch. From there we’ll hop on some ATVs and head into some of the valleys and point out where some scenes from the movies were shot. There’s a little swimming hole too, no pressure if you don't wanna. But, it’s just gonna get kinda dirty out there so it’s a good chance to clean off a bit. Anyways, we’ll have lunch out there and then make our way back. Sound good?”

Your eyes widen as you look at Dieter with a giant smile on your face, “Um yes, that sounds amazing!”

“Great, hop on in darlin’,” Will opens the door and gestures for you to get in.

Dieter rests his hand on the small of your back as he leads you to the Jeep and waits for you to get in, sliding in behind you.

Will drives as Benny talks the entire way pointing out other landmarks and answering your questions about the island. You find out that the men are brothers and have lived on the island for a few years now after retiring from the military.

The vehicle slows down and you approach a ranch. Benny hops out to unlock a gate, letting Will drive through before he closes it and gets back in.

“Ok, so our stop should be just up here.”

Will parks in front of a line of ATVs, each with two seats. As everyone gets out of the vehicle, he goes around to the trunk to pull out a cooler. “Lunch,” he smiles as he carries it over to one of the ATVs and straps it into the back.

“Let me grab your all’s helmets and some bandanas - it can get a little dusty with all the red clay out there. It’s a bitch to breathe that in,” Benny laughs. “You guys can decide which one of us you want to go with.”

“We’re going separately?” Dieter asks, looking at the ATVs behind the men.

“Oh yeah, it’s easier for us to drive. But we’ll stop every so often so you guys can get out and take pictures and stuff,” Benny smiles.

“You ok with that?” Dieter looks at you, rubbing your back.

“Yeah, that’s fine!"

“Great, well, let’s split up and head out.” Benny claps his hands and heads to the side of his vehicle.

You end up hopping into the vehicle with Benny, who helps you get your helmet on and get buckled in. Dieter gets in with Will and gives you a thumbs-up once they’re ready.

Benny was not kidding when he said it was a bumpy ride. It also didn't help that he was flooring it, causing you to grip the frame of the vehicle for dear life. Once you get through the rainforest, you hit a clearing with a relatively flat road that opens up into a valley. Benny slows down and parks to the side of the road motioning to you that you could take your helmet off.

You take a quick look down at all of the mud caked on your legs and shoes. Will and Dieter’s vehicle rolls up a few moments later and they hop out.

“You havin’ fun? Sorry about that one, he’s got kind of a lead foot,” Will smirks.

“What? No, it’s so much fun!” You walk over and put your arm around Dieter’s waist, absolutely beaming. His hand rubs up and down your arm, a soft smile on his face.

“Ok, so this right here is that famous field where the galli…uh the galli…”

“Gallimimus,” Will steps in to help his brother.

“Shit, thanks. We’ve been doing these tours for years and I still can’t say that damn word,” he laughs. “Anyway, when those dinosaurs are flocking…that was filmed right here,” he turns around and lifts both hands up.

You take some photos and get back in and go through a few more locations like where they set up a 60-foot paddock for the Indominus Rex in Jurassic World. You also pass by some bunkers and some of the dinosaur cages used in the actual movies.

Then, it comes time to take a break at a little swimming hole. You help Will get everything out of the cooler and set up while Benny and Dieter jump into the water to clean off. Once everything is laid out, you wade into the water to your knees, looking at Dieter as he laughs at some story Benny was sharing. He dunks his head under the water and when he re-emerges you inhale sharply. You realize that you haven't really seen Dieter with wet hair and the sight of it all slicked back makes you push your thighs together.

“You ok, baby?” You were daydreaming and didn’t realize Dieter was standing next to you. The curls at the nape of his neck just begging for you to tug.

“Shit, yea sorry. I was zoned out,” you laugh. “Hungry?”

His eyebrow twitches and he lowers his chin as he looks at you, wrapping his wet arm around your waist, pulling you in, and whispering in your ear, “Very much so, but I’m gonna have to wait for my dessert it seems.”

Your brain short-circuits and all you can do is let out a shaky breath.

“C’mon, gotta make sure you eat,” he pulls back and winks before slapping you on the ass.

You all sit around eating and laughing and before you know it, it’s time to head back.

“Alright, so we don’t have any more stops til we get back to base. So sit back, and hold on,” Benny winks.

When you arrive back at the base, you see another man standing waiting. He’s slightly shorter, but you notice his amazing head of dark curls, your occupation always makes those details stand out on a person. As you walk over, he smiles and takes off his Oakley sunglasses.

“Hey there, did you all have fun?”

“Yeah, it was a blast, thank you so much guys,” you say to Will and Benny as they wave and head back to clean up the ATVs.

“Nice, well, I’m Santiago and I’ll be taking you both back to the resort,” he opens the door to another Jeep and ushers the both of you in.

The drive back to the resort is quiet, the excitement from the day and the early morning wake-up call catching up with you as you stretch your legs across the back seat, sprawling out and draping them over Dieter’s lap. He gently strokes your calf as you close your eyes, a smile on your face.

“Hey,” Dieter’s soft voice brings you back to reality as you open your eyes. “So, when we get back I kind of have something set up for you…but you can say no if you want.”

“What do you have in mind?” You sit up a little straighter, still keeping your legs where they were.

“Well,” He looks to his left to check if Santiago is listening, but the man is discreetly looking straight ahead. “Since you’re always on your feet, I figured you could use some time to relax. So when we get back you’re headed to the spa.”

“Wait, what?”

“Uh…I mean, you don’t have to. I just figured that y-”

“No, are you kidding? I haven’t had a massage in … damn, I don’t know how long.” You smile and see his shoulders relax. “But, what are you going to do?”

“I’ll keep myself busy,” he winks. “But anyways, after you’re done you’ll need to get ready so we can go to dinner. We kind of have to be there at a certain time but then after that I’m done with surprises for today, I promise.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking a little shy.

You lean over to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. “So what’s the dress code for dinner?”

“Uh…it’s not a super fancy place, but still nice. So uh…a dress? I like when you wear dresses,” he smiles.

You were back at the resort before you knew it and whisked away to the spa to rinse off before settling down for the best massage in your life. You make a note to tell Indy about the hot stones and how relaxing they were.

Dieter had arranged for you to have a glass of sparkling wine waiting for you when you finished and your massage therapist invited you to relax for a bit. You chuckle to yourself as you sit there wrapped in a fluffy robe and curled up with a blanket listening to the relaxing sounds. Today has felt like a dream and it wasn’t over yet.

“So how’s it going?”

Dieter called Liz as soon as he got out of the shower to check-in. “Ah, good…I think. She’s at the spa now.”

“You’re really pulling out all of the stops aren’t ya champ?” He could practically hear her smirk.

“She deserves it,” he says softly as he walks around his closet trying to figure out what to wear.

“She does. And so do you,” she clears her throat. “What’re you wearing tonight? Please tell me the Crocs are staying put in the closet.”

“Lizzie, those are my lounging shoes.”

“Ok, says the guy who tried to wear them to an Oscars after-party.”

Dieter rolled his eyes, “Ok Lizzie.”

Knock

“Shit someone’s at my door, hold on a sec,” Dieter padded down the hallway to the door to his suite. He opened the door to see a member of the hotel staff holding a garment bag.

Dieter put the phone down to his side, “Hey, can I help you?”

“Mr. Bravo, I was asked to bring this for you,” they passed over the bag to Dieter and started to back up.

“Ah, thank you,” Dieter furrowed his brows, confused. He closed the door and brought the phone back to his ear. “Sorry, Lizzie, someone brought me clothes? What the fuck?”

“Oh, they’re early. That’s from me!”

“What?”

“I know that you probably hadn’t decided on what to wear and frankly, I don’t trust that anything you have is ironed, so I got you a little something.”

Dieter put the phone on speaker, set the bag on his bed, and pulled the zipper down to reveal a pair of dress pants and a dress shirt both in a beautiful, deep blue.

“Damn, Lizzie, this is nice! I love this color.”

“I knew you would. Now please wear dress shoes, I know you have some. Oh gotta go, there’s a call coming in. I hope you have a great night.”

“Thanks, Lizzie.”

You’re pacing around your room, trying to figure out what to wear, debating between a short coral dress with a halter top and a maxi dress in a tropical white and blue print. Undecided, you head to the bathroom to put some makeup on and do your hair as you mull over your choices.

As you apply some lip gloss, you check your phone and see you have about fifteen minutes until Dieter is due to pick you up. Staring at your dresses, you decide on the maxi dress, slipping on a pair of lacy blue underwear underneath just in case. You fiddle around with accessories and your purse and before you know it, you hear Dieter’s knock at your door, a few minutes early.

Seeing him nearly takes your breath away. He looks so handsome all dressed up. He’s not wearing a tie and he has the top few buttons of his shirt undone. What you love most is his messy curls. You both stare at each other for a second, smiling and taking each other in.

“We match,” Dieter finally says.

“Huh?”

“We’re…uh…both wearing blue,” he chuckles pointing between you both.

“Oh, ha, great minds,” you wink.

“You look stunning,” he reaches for your hands, rubbing circles with his thumbs before he gives you a gentle kiss. “You feelin' relaxed from the massage?”

“Oh my gosh, yes, that was amazing, thank you,” you smile and sneak another kiss.

He pulls back as you chase his mouth, smiling, “As tempting as this is, I really do want to take you to dinner.”

“Well, then lead the way, Mr. Bravo,” you bat your eyes as he straightens up.

When you get downstairs, you see a black SUV with a driver waiting for you.

“Hmm…” you give him a side eye.

“What?”

“No Jurassic Park-themed Jeep?” you arch your eyebrow making him laugh.

“Ha, no. Just a boring SUV.” He smiles as he helps you into the car.

“So … you know I’m going to ask where we’re going,” you smirk as you head out of the resort.

“And you know that I’m not going to tell you,” Dieter threads his hand into yours, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of your hand before laying it in his lap.

Eventually, you wind down a two-lane road lined with vacation rentals and timeshare resorts. Your car makes a U-turn and stops in front of a restaurant called The Beach House. It’s nestled right along the water, in a little cove. Dieter quickly hops out as a valet opens your door and he's there to take your hand before the man can help you out of the car.

You notice a few heads start to turn as you walk to the entrance and then you hear the whispers. Dieter holds your hand a little tighter as you head to the host stand. The two women behind the stand stare at Dieter with their mouths agape and you can’t blame them, he does look hot.

“Ah, Mr. Bravo, thank you so much for coming to visit us tonight. We have your table ready for you, right this way,” one of the women says, grabbing two menus and leading the way to a table nestled in the corner of the restaurant.

The restaurant has floor-to-ceiling glass windows along three sides, giving a near-panoramic view of the ocean. The sun was just about to set, casting a beautiful glow on the water. You arrive at your table and Dieter insists you sit in the chair that has a view of the ocean as he opts to have his back to the windows.

“You sure you want to sit there? I could scooch over, the view here is amazing,” you smile.

“My view is amazing too,” he smiles, looking between your lips and your eyes. He swipes his tongue along his bottom lip. You let out a shaky breath as you feel the slick start to pool in your underwear.

Your waiter comes and takes your drink orders and before he leaves, he insists that you both head outside since the sun is about to set. “It’s honestly the reason people come here, well, and the food of course,” he chuckles. “But seriously, you can’t beat this sunset.”

“C’mon baby, let’s check it out,” Dieter gets up and takes your hand, leading you through the restaurant and outside.

Along the way, you feel eyes on you as you see heads turn. You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, looking down as you move closer to Dieter, who’s walking in front of you. He squeezes your hand, sensing your nerves.

It was a bit crowded on the lawn outside. Your waiter was not kidding, the restaurant nearly emptied out as everyone went outside to snap photos. Not one to pass up a pretty sunset, you grab your phone and take a few shots while also trying to soak it all in.

Dieter steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. You lean against him, feeling his stubble rub against your temple and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

“We should grab a picture before the sun sets,” Dieter says in your ear.

You turn your face and see his big brown eyes searching your face like he wants to say something. Smiling, you hand your phone to him, “You have longer arms, you take it.”

You both smile at the camera as Dieter snaps away. He keeps snapping as he surprises you with a kiss on your cheek. You close your eyes and scrunch your face, giggling as he kisses you. Remembering there were people around, you stop and turn around. Dieter's arms return around you again as you join the other patrons in watching the sun race toward the horizon.

“That was so beautiful,” you say as you walk arm-in-arm back to your table.

“It was perfect,” he smiles, looking over at you.

You were on cloud nine through the rest of your meal, between the beautiful ambiance, your handsome date, and the delicious food, you didn’t think your night could get better. It didn’t even faze you when a few brave fans came to your table asking Dieter for a photo which he obliged so graciously.

As dinner goes on, you notice Dieter seeks any opportunity to touch you, whether it is reaching for your hand or leaning over to caress your thigh under the table. You decide to tease him and play some footsie. It was amusing to see how much you affected Dieter as he sat up a little straighter, clearing his throat as your foot worked its way up his leg. On one pass, he grabs your ankle and brings your leg into his lap as he strokes your calf. You feel goosebumps and are thankful for the padded built-in bra of your dress because otherwise, he’d see how hard your nipples have gotten.

“You wanna head back?” he smirks as you try not to react to his hand as it moves underneath your dress and up your leg.

“Mmhmm, y-yea, sounds good.”

The ride back to the resort is an exercise in restraint as you both try to keep your hands to yourselves for the sake of your driver. But, it is Dieter who has a harder time, pun intended. You slip your shoes off and stretch your legs across the back seat, letting them rest in his lap. You’re tempted to run your foot up his length. He readjusts in his seat and inches his fingers under your dress. You're thankful you opted for the longer one, the extra fabric helping to hide what he's up to.

He side-eyes you as he makes small talk with the driver, continuing to move his hand up the inside of your leg. He grips the back of your calf as you squirm, trying to press your thighs together for some relief.

As the driver winds his way back to the resort, you swing your legs off of Dieter and get your shoes back on. When the car comes to a stop, the driver gets out and opens your door to help you out and you're met by Dieter who jogs around the SUV to greet you, a bill in his hand ready to tip the man.

The walk from the lobby to the elevators seemed to take longer than normal, you just wanted to be alone with him, for what you weren’t exactly quite sure yet, but you wanted the privacy. You think you’re in the clear to have an elevator cabin all to yourselves when a family hops in with you. The mother clearly knows who Dieter is as she tries to get the attention of her oblivious husband, which makes you smirk.

In order to make room, Dieter stands behind you, arms at your waist rubbing small circles and his chin resting on top of your head. As the cabin ascends, Dieter pulls you closer to him and you can feel his dick hard against your ass. You let out a shaky breath as you eye the numbers for the floors tick up, wishing the family could get off now. When you finally reach their destination, the mother turns and tells you to have a great night. Dieter flashes his swoon-worthy smile and says he hopes she has a good night too, making the woman blush.

The energy in the cabin shifts the moment the doors close. You turn to look at Dieter, who brings his hands to your face, pushing your back to the wall. He presses himself against you as you open your mouth, inviting his tongue to explore.

The elevator dings for your floor and he leads you out, never taking his lips or hands off of you. He presses you against the hallway and you pull back, stroking the bare patch on either side of his jaw. “Dieter, I…can we,” you look up at him through your eyelashes as you try and catch your breath.

“Can we what, baby?” He searches your face, cupping your cheek.

You shouldn’t feel this embarrassed to ask for what you want, especially from him, but you still can’t bring yourself to say it, so you instead move your hands down to his pants, undoing his belt.

“What do you have in mind sweetheart, you have to tell me first,” he tilts your face up and lets out a shaky breath before biting his lower lip.

Knowing that he was nervous too helps ease your insecurity. “I…um…I want…you.”

“Well, that’s good, glad I’m the only one here,” he winks, looking around. You roll your eyes and laugh, thankful that his humor is able to bring some light to the situation. “Ok, so you want me. That’s good. What do you want me to do?” He rubs up and down your arms.

“I, uh, I wanna…can we try…” you feel your face getting hot.

“Belle, do you, d'you wanna have sex with me?”

“Yeah, I do,” you nod and look down. His left hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

“Yeah?” The corner of his mouth turns up.

You nod and push yourself close so you’re flush against his body, feeling his dick twitch beneath your dress. He starts to trail kisses from your cheek down to your neck and finds the spot behind your ear that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“C’mon let’s get to your room,” he whispers, his hot breath causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

You swallow hard and nod, taking his hand as he leads the way down the hallway. Fumbling one-handed for your room key in your purse, you finally find it as you reach the front door. Your hand is shaking, so you miss inserting it a couple of times before Dieter places his hand on your back and takes the key from you, unlocking the door and ushering you inside. You throw your shoes off and toss your purse on the couch as his lips return to yours, leading you down the hallway.

“We’re going to take our time, okay?” his warm breath hits your ear. “And you’ll tell me if you want to stop?” His eyes search yours.

You manage to nod. Everything about him in this moment is intoxicating - how tender he is, his soft caresses, his lips, his smell. You are putty in his hands and thankful he is taking the lead.

His lips find yours and it only takes seconds for him to deepen the kiss as a moan escapes. He threads his hands through your hair and slightly pulls. He walks you back towards the room, stopping halfway down the hallway and pushing you up against the wall.

He quickly unbuttons his shirt, getting frustrated and just pulling it off before reaching for the straps of your dress, pulling them down, and kissing along your collarbone. You throw your head back against the wall, a soft moan coming out. Not one to pass up this much access to your neck, Dieter works his way back up, a little hungrier this time, lightly nipping before passing his tongue over to soothe the spots.

You buck your hips against him as his hungry lips return back to your mouth, with a more frenzied kiss. He pulls you off the wall and resumes your trek down the hallway.

“I’m not fucking you against this wall…at least not yet,” he says in ragged breaths between kisses.

The next thing you know, you feel the bed hit the back of your legs.

Dieter pulls back, pressing his forehead against yours, panting. “Still ok?”

“Y-yea.”

“Good. Lay down, baby.”

You quickly comply, sitting down and scooting back up the bed until you feel the pillows. It takes everything in you to not become a puddle based on the image in front of you. Dieter’s hair was tousled from haphazardly removing his shirt, his pants laying low across his hips. He undoes the button and zipper, quickly pulling his pants down as you realize he had nothing on underneath. Your mouth waters, seeing how hard he was. He smirks as you try, but fail, to keep a calm front as you press your legs together.

He starts to crawl up the bed, like a tiger stalking his prey. His pupils dilated and his breath ragged. He works his way underneath your dress, pressing soft kisses up your legs as he brings the fabric up, bunching it around your waist. His fingers find the waistband of your underwear and you lift your hips up to help him as he works it down and off. He stares at you, both of you unsure what to do next.

Normally this type of scrutiny would have made you so uncomfortable that you’d hide. But as you look at Dieter, fully naked, sitting on his heels and rubbing your calf, you feel…safe. A word that has been swirling around your head for the past couple of days is pushing through loud and clear. What you feel towards this man is…love. Pure, uncomplicated, and unconditional. He's embraced you for everything you are, including your flaws both physical and emotional. He just sees you.

He furrows his brows, “Hey, are you ok? We…we can stop if you…”

“No!” You didn’t mean for it to come out forcefully as it did. “No, sorry, I was just…thinking.”

“About what?” He keeps rubbing up and down your leg.

You take a deep breath, thinking of your next move before shaking your head and chuckling to yourself. “Fuck it.” You pull your dress up, lifting it over your head and tossing it off the side of the bed. It’s in that moment just after you drop it to the floor that a bit of unease and regret pass through your mind. That is until you look up to see Dieter take a deep breath, his eyes grazing over every inch of your body. You feel so exposed, so on display, you want to hide under the sheets.

Dieter crawls back up the bed, snapping you out of your spiral. “Hey, look at me,” his hand gently cups your face so you look at him in his big brown eyes. “You want this?” You nod and he tilts his head.

“Yeah, I do,” you nod.

“Then, what’s wrong?”

“I…I’m scared,” you whisper, surprised by your candor.

Dieter shuffles to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around you as you lay your head on his chest. You both sit there for a moment, as you close your eyes and relax into your breath. “Why’re you scared?” Dieter finally breaks the silence, his voice shaky as he plays with your hair.

You shift so you’re sitting, looking at him in the eyes. “I’m scared of…ha…well, a lot,” you softly chuckle. “But I think most of all, I’m scared to…get hurt? Because I care a lot about you, Dieter. And I know this seems fast, and I am still working through shit, but I can’t put the feelings I have for you back in a box. And… I’m scared because as fast as this has all been, it can all end just as fast and I can’t think of that…” you’re rambling as your voice starts to get shaky, tears threatening. You’re annoyed at yourself that tears are your first reaction no matter if you’re happy, stressed, frustrated, or sad.

“Hey, hey, I don’t wanna hurt you. Shit, I’m…scared…of getting hurt too,” he rubs the back of his neck.

“I don’t want to freak you out but I um…I…uh, fuck,” you bury your face in your hands to try and stave off the tears.

“Belle, baby, hey, don’t hide. Do you know who you’re talking to? I doubt there’s anything you could say that would freak me out,” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

You take a deep breath before you mumble “I love you” into your hands.

The silence in the air is deafening. You can’t bring yourself to look at Dieter. Not only were you physically exposed but now you're emotionally exposed too. How he’s made you feel, the way he looks at you, the way he touches you, he makes you feel loved.

And, on the flip side, you want to make him feel as special and cared for as he makes you feel. You know he’s yearned for love himself and you want to pour everything you have into making him feel safe and protected. But sitting here, with your confession lingering in the air is almost too much to bear, the moment too raw. He has to be the one to break this silence because you don’t trust yourself.

“W-what?”

You shake your head, the tears just waiting for the signal to start pouring out as you dig the heels of your palms into your eyes to stave off the onslaught.

“Hey, c-can you look at me?” Dieter’s hands come gently to your wrists, pulling back.

You take a deep breath, knowing that this is the make-or-break moment, and most likely a break. You feel so stupid for thinking this man could love you, or that you could let yourself feel this way within a week of knowing him. After another breath, you center yourself and finally flutter your eyes open to see Dieter chewing his bottom lip, his eyes watery. He takes a deep breath as you hold yours anticipating what’s to come.

Suddenly the biggest dimpled smile comes across his face. His eyes, which were dark with lust moments ago, are sparkling as they dart around your face. “I love you too.”

“Wait, what?” you scrunch up your face.

“I fucking love you, Belle. Since the moment I saw you in the lobby at the studio. Since the balcony," he cups your face and traces his thumb along your bottom lip, "Since the first time I kissed you. I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I thought you would run for the hills,” he chuckles, his shoulders relaxing.

“Wait…what?”

“Baby, I’ve almost caved and told you that I love you like…a bunch of times,” he laughs. “I love you. All of you. And I know there’s still a way for us to go to get to know each other, but I know that I love you with everything I am. I…I've been an outsider my whole life but you… you make me feel seen. And even though I’ve done some really shitty things in my life, you make me want to do better. To be better. And fuck, I’m rambling…I didn’t want you to-”

You cut him off, straddling him and greedily kissing him, threading both hands through his hair and pressing his face close to yours. He wraps his arm around your waist and lays you gently down. His kiss turns more frenzied as he works down your body.

He nestles between your legs, looking up at you as you let out a shaky breath and get a tight grip on hair. That’s all he needed as his fingers and mouth worked in tandem to make you come apart twice. Your legs are shaking and you’re panting as he crawls back up your body. Holding himself above you, he kisses you and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He explores your mouth, starting off gently before growing more passionate. He threads his fingers through your hair and you don’t miss an opportunity to do the same, raking your fingernails down his scalp to his back.

Something in you snaps and you go feral, wanting this man inside of you, now. Your hand comes to his face, pushing him back as you look up at him through your eyelashes, stroking his stubble with your fingertips. “Dee, I…uh…I want you,” you look down between your bodies.

"Are you sure?"

"God, yes, Dee, please," you whine.

He throws his head back and closes his eyes hearing you beg for him. “Fuck, baby. Hold on, let me grab…fuck…I...do you have?” His eyes search around for a condom as he realizes he’s in your room and not his where he had a box in the nightstand in hopes the night would turn out like this.

“Um…it…it’s ok. It’s been a while for me,” you bite your lip. You can’t believe you’re about to do this, but you want him so badly.

“Me too, I…uh, are you sure? I can just go and ge-”

“Dieter, please I can’t wait, I need you now,” you kiss him again.

"Fuck, baby," His lips part, and he lets out a breath. He drags himself down your folds, the anticipation making you squirm. “Ready?” he looks at you as you nod. He sucks his breath in as he gently pushes himself inside. You tilt your head back as you feel a delicious stretch as he slowly works his way in.

He bends your left leg so he can rest his right knee on the bed for leverage. He stills for a moment, both of you looking at each other, smiling. “Goddamn, you feel amazing, I knew you would,” he chuckles.

“You…ah…do too, but please move.”

“Oh shit yea,” he laughs as he braces himself onto his hands.

He starts off slowly pumping in and out, the squelching sounds are obscene but make you wetter. You grip onto his biceps, moaning as his thrusts hit deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, you keep making those sounds baby, I’m not gonna last,” he says between shaky breaths, almost whimpering as he twists his face trying to concentrate so he can keep going.

He feels himself getting close, so in a swift move he flips you so you’re on top. He’s staring up at you, running his hands down your sides. This wasn’t a position you did very often, it left you too exposed. But, the way he was caressing you, telling you how absolutely beautiful you looked, it made you feel like a goddess being worshipped. It gave you the confidence you needed to start rocking against him.

“Use me, baby, I want you to feel good,” he encourages. You lean forward, bracing yourself on the wall as he trusts up into you.

“Fuu…nghh, Dee…I…” you aren’t able to form words.

He flips you back over again, caging you into his arms. He’s kissing you, swallowing your moans as he pumps in and out. You hear the slapping sound of your bodies together, the pace quickening. You still can’t believe that he’s making you feel this good. Sex has never felt like this before. It feels like your bodies are connected, fitting perfectly together.

Dieter kisses you again, moving to your neck, whimpering in your ear as he praises you and tells you how amazing you feel. And he feels amazing too. So good in fact, that you feel the pressure starting to build. You can’t remember the last time that you came this way.

“Stop thinking baby.” He slows down, going deeper and hitting a spot that makes you see stars as you groan and throw your head back, gripping his hair and pulling his head into your neck. “Come for me,” his warm breath hits your throat and you feel the stubble of his beard. “I love you.”

Those last three words were the key. Your breath picks up, your chest moving up and down as you feel yourself coming to the brink. Dieter’s mouth comes to yours as you moan into a kiss.

“Fuck, b-baby, I, nghh,” you manage as the wave crashes over you. His thrusts pick up and he leans his forehead against yours. You can feel the sweat on his brow and you tighten the grip on his hair as his lips crash into yours, your walls fluttering around him.

He doesn’t let up. “W-where, quick, where,” his voice is raspy as he tries to hold on a bit longer.

“Inside…I…I have an implant, you’re…you’re ok,” you pant as one of his hands grips your thigh, hitching it up.

Only a few more pumps and he lets out a guttural moan, panting before he stills draping himself on top of you. Both of you catch your breath before he pushes himself out of you with a groan, laying next to you, an arm draped across your stomach. You instantly miss the feeling of him inside you.

You turn, facing him as he brings you close, kissing your nose and then your forehead. You nuzzle into his neck, basking in the bliss.

He pulls back to look at you, cupping your face, “I fucking love you, you know that?”

“Yeah, I think you told me once or twice,” you smirk, busting into a laugh as he tickles you. “I love you too, Dieter,” you smile into a kiss which he quickly deepens before you pull back. “Fuck, I gotta go pee, hold on.”

“Wait, I wanna see,” he twitches his eyebrow, looking down your body. He shifts himself down between your legs and gently pushes your folds out so he can see the remnants of his spend spilling out of you. A smirk comes across his face as he moves down to your core. You moan as his tongue passes through your puffy lips, lapping up your combined arousal.

You’re a little overstimulated, so a slight shudder comes over your body. Dieter pulls back, kisses your inner thigh, and taps your hip, giving you the go-ahead to get up. You pad over to the bathroom to take care of what you need to, before coming back into the room and slipping on Dieter’s shirt from this morning.

Dieter is already under the covers. He opens his arms for you to settle in and cuddle next to him.

“W-was that ok?” he finally asks as he traces his fingertips up and down your arm.

You give him a sarcastic look, “Seriously?” He chuckles, bringing you in closer as you connect the freckles on his chest with your fingers. “You’ve ruined all other men for me Dieter Bravo.”

“Good,” you can hear his smirk. “Same. Well, ah …I mean, you…you’re all I want.”

“Me too.”

A/N: How are we feeling? Hopefully, that slow burn was worth it. Right?

I think I’ve mentioned before in some reblog and/or comment replies that Jurassic Park is one of my favorite movies and the island of Kauai is my favorite place in the world. I actually did an ATV tour that was very similar to what Belle and Dieter experienced. I’ve also been to The Beach House and it was beautiful. Mr Rhoorl and I celebrated our honeymoon with a meal there. I think when I’m done with the series I’ll put together a little personal post about all of the references since there’s a lot throughout this series.

Anyway, thank you for reading. We still have more to come with this story and these two…

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