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im home and already swallowed by despair. can you believe i was in CHICAGO a few hours ago. and now im here. lol
#i know i know. and i need to let the anguish motivate me to get out of here. but it feels like i dreamed it all#purrs#chicago#i had a rough time getting out of the hotel and through the airport to my gate and also im bad at math so i fucked up the calculation about#when my flight lands bc of the time zone change and i gave my parents the time in central time not eastern time so my dad was waiting for m#for like a half hour and texting me and i wasn’t answering bc i was still in the air and he was pissed at me and snarky in my texts with hi#and i was sitting there on the plane and could just feel his words ripping into me and the horrors rushing back in and i still haven’t#recovered from it honestly. it wasn’t that big of a deal he just said something that i misunderstood as him saying he was giving up waiting#for me and going home bc id already wasted his time and even though that was not what he actually said it just kinda burrowed into me that#my parents were mad at me and were probably also mad at me for not communicating with them AT ALL the entire time i was in chicago. and it#just was eating me alive. im home now and we haven’t talked about it but they did say things disapproving of the fact that i did a lot of#stuff by myself which i probably shouldn’t have told them. idk. it’s not even that bad i just am torn apart by their rejection of me and#utter inability to just like be happy for me without criticizing some part of it or restraining me. plus the house is just as much of a#biohazard as it was when i left and all the broken things are still broken and it’s like. a lot. i miss the hotel LOL#i think im just sleep deprived and not in my head right today but i do not want to be here. sinking in quicksand unable to breathe. but i#have to be the one to get me out of it and i should have learned how in chicago but i didn’t it was just a break and now im stuck again#delete later#kind of terrible that instead of being so proud and happy about what i did my immediate reaction is to be miserable that im home now lol
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Totality
Fiona made me write an eclipse fic.
Scully gently shut the door behind her, the crisp blue duffle with leather handles in her grip; the go-bag she always left in her car, just in case. It had been a just-in case, Mulder had to admit. They’d had to fly to Idaho with no time to pack, and had worked a grueling five days straight on a series of local murders with only enough time to catch maybe four hours of sleep a night and pop into a shabby JC Penneys once for more underwear. They were both overworked, overtired, and their suits–of which each of them only had two–were overworn; ripe with the scents of stale sweat and stale coffee and stale eau de morgue.
Scully looked weary as she handed over the bag to where Mulder stood in front of their rental car’s open trunk.
“How far away is the airport again?” she asked, squinting up at him as he deposited her bag next to his and slammed the trunk closed.
“Only about an hour,” he answered, mentally girding himself for what he was about to tell her. “But, I uh,” he went on, “pushed back our flights to this evening.”
Her posture visibly slumped. “You…what?”
Mulder bit his lip, hoping he hadn’t made a horrible miscalculation. He knew she wanted nothing more than to get home, slide into a hot bath and pull the covers over her head for three straight days. She’d certainly earned it.
“Hop in the car,” he said, moving to the driver’s side door. “I have a surprise.”
He was exhausted himself, his nerves shot. He was running on caffeine and cortisol, his skeleton rattling with every step. But this…she would like this. He was sure of it.
“Mulder,” she said wearily, a whine in her voice that he’d rarely had the opportunity to hear. But she said nothing more and reluctantly dropped into the passenger seat, leaning her head against the headrest and rolling it to look at him beseechingly after she’d clicked her seat belt on.
Mulder turned the ignition and the sedan growled to life under them.
“It’s a good surprise,” he assured her.
She only sighed, and they bumped out of the hotel parking lot and onto town’s main drag, the sun shining on the shabby line of depressing suburbia. Ten minutes and five stop lights later, Mulder pulled into the mostly empty parking lot of a dying mall, the tires popping over stray gravel and broken glass. He cranked the wheel and the car swung over the cracked asphalt in front of a defunct Frederick & Nelson, turning in a reflex angle and stopping when the sun shone in full through the windshield. He killed the engine.
Scully opened her mouth to say something, but he reached into the inner pocket of his suit coat and pulled out a couple scraps of cardboard, handing one over before she could voice a complaint.
It took her a moment to register what he was handing her.
“Eclipse glasses?” she said, sitting up a little in her seat.
Mulder had found the black polymer lenses next to the cash register at a local coffee shop that morning, the bespectacled co-ed working it disinterestedly telling him he could have two pairs for a dollar.
The upcoming eclipse had been in the news recently, but he’d mostly ignored it–back east it would only be partial at best, the path of totality only hitting the Pacific Northwest and parts of Canada. Four murders and a rough case later, he hadn’t given it another thought. Until that morning in the coffee shop.
“We’re in the path of totality here,” he explained. “We’ll only get it for about a minute and ten seconds according to the local newspaper, but I thought you might like to see it.”
A look Mulder couldn’t read crossed over her face and he swallowed.
“The next full eclipse over North America won’t be until 2017,” he went on nervously. “I can probably change the tickets back if you-”
Scully reached out and put a warm hand on his arm, cutting him off.
“I’d love to see it,” she said delicately. “Thank you.”
Despite the dark smudges under her eyes, the soft smile she gave him quieted any lingering apprehension about his decision, and he gave her a smile back.
“I figured we could get on the hood, lean against the windshield,” he said.
“What time does it start?” she asked, popping her wrist out from her sleeve to look at her watch.
“In about five minutes,” he grinned.
Scully fingered the glasses and then opened her car door. Energized, Mulder did the same.
“I ask you to avert your eyes,” he said drolly, putting a hand on the warm hood of the car before awkwardly lumbering his way on top of it, the metal plane thumping loudly under him as it dented to accommodate his weight and then popped back into place.
Scully, opting to watch, looked on primly.
Once he was settled, he held out a hand.
“Milady,” he said, and she settled her warm palm onto his, grabbing on while she put a foot on top of the tire and dexterously swung herself up next to him.
“Nimble,” he complimented her, reluctantly letting go of her hand.
She shrugged and leaned back gingerly against the windshield, mindful of the smear of desiccated bugs across the face of it.
“Here, wait,” Mulder said. He sat up quickly and peeled off his suit coat, rolling it into a ball to tuck behind her head, pillow-like.
“Thanks,” she said quietly.
“Don’t mention it.”
Mulder could feel something ineffable pass between them. He coughed once awkwardly, and then pressed his eclipse glasses to his face, the sharp cardboard edge digging into the skin behind his ear.
“How do I look?” he asked.
“Like a dork,” Scully said, delicately donning her own, in, Mulder hoped, solidarity.
She looked nothing like a dork, Mulder thought, eyeing the sharp lines of her face. She looked like a space girl, sleek and silver, an otherworldly beauty.
He cleared his throat. “So do you.”
Scully’s face was tilted to the sky and he turned to follow her gaze.
“It’s starting,” she said, her voice a little irreverent.
Mulder looked at the sun, dark through polymer lenses of the protective eyewear. The moon was just beginning to edge itself in front of its celestial sister; incremental, pendulous.
Lacking the pillow he’d given Scully, he raised his arms up and bent his elbows, resting his head back against cupped hands. Beside him, Scully breathed serenely. He caught a whiff of his fusty clothing and hoped his jacket had fared better in the olfactory department than his shirt.
They were silent for long minutes, watching the gradual procession of moon across sun. The day was bright but began to take on a verging luminosity, and Mulder raised his glasses up to take a look at the dark shadow of the car under them, which took on an off-putting sharpness against the dusty asphalt.
“What do you think ancient peoples made of solar eclipses?” came Scully’s voice, a little dreamy. “What must they have thought?”
It was an invitation to oratory. A small gift. Mulder smiled.
“Cultures throughout the world had wildly different theories,” he said, and Scully turned her head towards him, her eyes hidden behind the dark lenses. “Most of them, obviously, wildly incorrect.” Despite the fact that he couldn’t see her eyes, her look was encouraging.
“The sun being devoured was popular,” he went on. “From the Norse mythology of Sköll,” at this she smiled. “To Asian cultures like in Java and Vietnam that variously had creatures or monsters swallowing the sun. It was commonly held in ancient China that a celestial dragon attacked and devoured it. Here in the Northwest, the Pomo people’s name for a solar eclipse is ‘Sun got bit by a bear.’”
The bear, Mulder mused, was widening its jaw. It was getting gradually darker, and he could feel the temperature start to dip. He put his glasses back on and looked back at the sun.
“The Inca and Ancient Greek believed eclipses were a sign of a wrathful and unhappy god.”
Scully hummed. “The word ‘eclipse’ comes from the Greek word meaning ‘abandonment.’”
“Right,” Mulder said, “though I think I prefer mythologies of a more solicitous nature.”
Scully raised her glasses to give him a look. “Solicitous?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Mulder couldn’t help his grin. “In Australian oral traditions, the moon falls in love with the sun and chases her across the sky. If caught, the sun plunges the world into darkness. Medicine men recite magical chants to combat the evil omen. In German mythology, the sun and the moon are married. One rules the day while the other the night. When the moon is lonely, he’s drawn to his bride and they come together to create a solar eclipse.”
She looked at him frankly. “You know a weird amount about eclipses.”
“I like to impress you.”
“Is this why you were so late getting back to the hotel this morning? Research? My coffee was cold.”
“But are you impressed?”
“I wasn’t impressed by the coffee…”
Mulder gave her a long look, the odd light turning her hair a hazy copper wool.
“I like the German one best,” she finally said, plunking her glasses back on and leaning back to gaze at the sky.
“Me too,” Mulder said.
More long minutes of silence between them with the occasional car whooshing past on the roadway. Mall security drove by them slowly and Mulder gave the rent-a-cop a small salute. It was impossible to see Scully with the glasses on, so he kept taking them off.
“You’re going to permanently burn your macula,” Scully said from beside him, not taking her eyes off the welkin of the heavens above them.
He ran his eyes over the brushstroke of freckles on her nose. She was goddess-like; as luminous as a star. If he was the moon, he’d chase her through the sky, too.
“You lose enough photoreceptors you won’t pass your next firearms recertification.”
He was tempted to tell her that in all the years he’d known her, her shine hadn’t damaged anything but his poor, lonely heart, but pulled his glasses back down and looked to the sun. It was nearly covered.
He sighed and felt her hand reach for his. His heart beat hard once against his sternum.
“You can take them off during the totality,” she said, squeezing. “And should. It’s supposed to be incredible.”
“You ever seen it?” He asked her quietly. She was still holding onto his hand.
“I missed the one in ‘79.”
“Me too,” he said.
Around them, the air had taken on a distinct chill and the light shining down had grown metallic. Next to the car, in the long shadows of the trees along the edge of the mall driveway appeared little crescents. The colors on the mall’s signage dimmed and brightened. Mulder sat up and pulled his glasses off and blinked, shaking his head. The world felt odd, he couldn’t properly adjust his vision. It felt decidedly like the moment after someone takes your picture with a bright flash.
Scully still held his hand and squeezed it.
“It’s called the Purkinje effect,” she said calmly, pulling off her own glasses with her other hand, and looking around with a wondrous smile. “As we near totality and the light dims, our eyes transition from photopic vision–which uses the retina’s cone cells to deliver full colors and fine detail–toward scotopic night vision, which relies on rod cells to detect objects in low light. When the light’s intensity dims in an eclipse, colors with longer wavelengths like red will look darker as the cones become less active. But rods are sensitive to shorter blue-green wavelengths, and those colors will appear to shine. It’s not just you. It’s the rod and cone cells in your eyes trying to make sense of the sudden dimness.”
Scully put her glasses back on and looked up at the eclipse. Mulder felt a surge of something so like love that his eyes burned.
Scully pulled in a sudden inhale of breath.
“The totality,” she said, pulling off her glasses and gazing up. “It’s starting.”
Mulder raised his eyes to the heavens. The world was dusk-like, the stars in the top of the dome of the heavens were winking on. In the bushes nearby, crickets began to chirp.
The eclipse itself was like nothing he’d seen before outside of a big budget movie. The moon was utter blackness, but along the upper edge of the eclipsed sun was a hot pink half-ring that erupted into a single bring spot along the edge of the moon’s shadow like the diamond in a giant engagement ring formed by the rest of the sun’s atmosphere.
And then the flaming plasma of corona as the moon reached complete totality. Second contact. It was a living thing. Streams of white light danced around the ring of the black moon. Scully gasped in pleasure and Mulder couldn’t help but exclaim: “Wow!”
He pulled his eyes from the eclipse itself and looked around. Along the entire horizon, all 360 degrees of it, was in full, brilliant sunset. Everything else was the darkness of post golden-hour. He turned toward his partner and locked eyes with her. Her smile was brilliant, and she held his gaze for only a moment before canting her face back to the eclipse itself.
“This is incredible,” she said breathlessly.
He had found, as the years of their partnership wound on, that their job turned them into ecstatics, subject to mystical experiences. This was perhaps the most transcendent of them all. He would remember the moment forever.
“It is,” he agreed.
A sharp flash, and Scully squeezed his hand.
“Third contact,” she said. “Put your glasses back on.”
He did as she asked, and they leaned back and watched in silence as the moon continued its journey, as the sky relit and the nighttime animals calmed, as the world came back to itself.
Eventually, Scully sat up. The light was still odd, seeming to come almost from inside her, and she lowered her glasses and leaned in to him. For a heady, divine moment, Mulder thought she was about to kiss him, but instead she pressed her cool lips to his cheek, her hair falling down to brush along the skin of his jaw.
“Thank you, Mulder,” she said, and then straightened, the cool air rushing to fill the space she’d just been.
“You’re welcome, Scully,” he said, his voice a little rough. He lowered his glasses slowly and watched her slide off the hood of the car, watched her stretch and smile to herself; a Mona Lisa grin gently stretching the planes of a face with the same faultless symmetry of the celestial bodies sliding across the sky.
#the x files#fanfic#my fic#ficlet#prompt#msr#please forgive the scientific/historical/canon inaccuracies#i really should have been working
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more age gap, alonso!reader x daniel (i don’t love this but it’s alright) it’s filthy 18+
"Fuck, need you now"
Trying not to fail every single class, you had decided to only go tho one Grand Prix a month, but, God, was it killing you. You could not thing about anything else when you were away and Daniel didn't help at all. He was always texting you something provocative, asking for pictures or sending you some of himself. You had missed the Canadian and Austrian GPs, meaning you hadn't seen each other in about five weeks till Daniel convinced you to go to Silverstone.
And now you were in his hotel suite, straight out of the airport, topless with your back pressed against the wall.
“Good to know i’m not the only desperate one” he said as he picked you up from the ground, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, and took you to the bedroom.
Daniel sat down on the edge of the bed, a rough kiss connected your lips as you pushed his back down onto the mattress but he was quick to flip you over, hands pressing your wrists onto it. You groaned into his mouth at the agressive motion making him pull away. He could feel the goosebumps forming on your skin as he started kissing down your neck, then your chest, and left a kiss right under your ribcage, the spot he knew would make you squirm. Daniel went even lower, stopping at the band of your sweats that hung low on your hips, he bit at it teasingly before making his way back up, his nose and plump lips brushing against thin material of your bra. His hands finally let go of your wrists when he took then to your chest, pulling your bra down to reveal your boobs, your nipples almost hurting as they met the cold air of the room but that was quickly taken care of by his mouth that wrapped around the left one as his hand cupped the other one.
The way his hands looked so big on your body made you lose your mind every time, God, he could fit both your breasts in one hand if he wanted to. Your hands made their way to his head, fingers tangling into his hair and pushing your chest onto his face, he only pulled away when he ran out of breath, looking up at you, his eyes so intoxicating you let out a sigh. His hands reached behind your back, unhooking your bra before standing up to take it off. You watched as he took the oportunity to slip your sweats off too and kneeled to the ground.
"Why do you make this feel more inapropriate than it is?" he sighed when he saw your underwear. It was obvious that you had picked them out porpously, they were covered in tiny pink flowers and had a bow right on top, the look of fake inocence getting to him.
"I don't know what you're talking about" you teased, earning a slap to the side of your thigh, one that made you gasp out of surprise.
Daniel shook his head in disaproval, his lips and nose brushing agaisnt your thigh in the process. He had his hands on your calves as he sat back on his ankles, starting to kiss up your inner thigh.
"Dan, please" whined, legs crossing behind his back to pull him closer.
"God, I forgot how damn impatient you are" He notted before kneeling up and hooking his arms under your legs.
His kisses got higher and closer to where you needed him most, till he finally kissed your clit through your thin underwear and his fingers circled at the growing wet spot on it. The anticipation had gotten you extremely sensitive, even the scratching of his beard to your skin sending goosebumps all over your body. He smiled at your reactions, loving to tease you and watch your squirming body beg for more. Daniel finally took his hands to the band of your underwear, pulling it down slowly till they hit your feet, you had gotten so wet in the past minutes that your cunt was glistening, right in front of his face, a view so irresistible that he had to dive in immidiately.
You could hear the relief in the sigh that left your mouth when his tongue finally met you, leaving small licks directly to your clit. His arms were spreading you apart as he took the nub between his lips and into his mouth, the small action making you throw your had back into the matress. Daniel wanted tease you and push you to your limits but in seconds his tongue was lapping at your cunt like it was his last meal. The taste, the smell and the feel of you making his pants grow tighter by the second, he needed you on him but he knew from previous experience that you would never be able to take him without preparation so he started poking your hole with his finger. By the time his digit made it in you were ready for more, the second one joined it shortly after, both his fingers spreading you open.
When he started curling his fingers all Daniel could hear were your sweet little moans getting louder as you aproached your high. He could feel it coming just as much as you, the clenchung around his fingers and the tensing of your legs giving it up. Your hands that had previously been grabing at the sheets above you dropped to his hair again, the tugging making him groan onto you. At that point, the vibrations of the groan being enough to tip you over the egde and make you come around his fingers, clenching so tight that he could barely move them.
"Fuck" you sighed.
Daniel smiled cockly, his ego going through the roof when he was with you. "C'mon, ass up, wanna see you arch f’me"
You quickly obeyed him, flipping on your stomach and lifting your ass up on your knees, arching your back as much as you could and burying your face in the pillow in front of you. Daniel almost groaned at the sight, realizing this was his favorite position to fuck you in. You questioned his presence fading away behind you till he showed up in your vision field, already stripped out of his pants and reaching for a condom in the drawer next to the bed. You felt yourself clench in anticipation as he made his way back to you, the seconds that took him to put on protection felt like ages and it drove you insane but it was all worth it when his tip finally poked at you.
Groans left both of your mouths as you let the feeling you had been waiting for weeks take over your bodies. Daniel starts moving slowly, watching as your cunt struggled to take him, it was always a stretch but you managed it beautifuly. He swore that was one of the prettiest views in the world, you taking him from behind. In a matter of minutes he was slamming into you, so hard that it made your body jolt forward with every thrust. His hands were tightly gripping your waist, pulling your body back to his as yours tried to grasp at the pillows above you.
You suddenly felt his body fold over your own, his chest sticking to your back with the layer of sweat that covered your bodies. One of his hands reaching up to take yours as his lips met your neck. His mouth worked the spot behind your ear that he knew to drive you insane, kissing and nibbling on it. You felt all your thoughts slipping out of your mind as his hips snapped against yours, mouth agape, sounds coming from the back of your throat. Daniel could feel the vibrations of your vocal cords as he kissed your neck and slowly made his way to your lips, capturing your own in a sloppy and messy kiss. You groaned into it, driving him insane.
“You feel so good, darling. So tight” he whispered in your ear before pulling away.
The praise and the change of position made you groan louder, the noises leaving your mouth uncontrollably. Daniel took his hand around your hip and to your clit, two of his long fingers circling it. A moan escaped his lips when it made your walls clench around him. You were unbelievably close again, the pleasure building up quickly inside of you, down your stomach and up your insides as his cock stroked them deliciously. You would’ve warned him about it if you could have formed a sentence but he was fucking you so good, all the words slipped out of your mind so all that could come out of your mouth as you came were moans and whines of his name. Your hips were about to collapse onto the bed but he held you up.
“C’mon, love, hold on just a little more f’me.” he whispered to your ear, his body folded over yours again as he snapped his hips a few last times before coming. “Fuck, there you go.”
He slipped out almost immediately, letting you flop on your side as he laid in front of you. Daniel watched you come back from your fucked out state, your breathing getting steadier, lips closing and body relaxing completely. You wanted to admire him too but you felt so tired and you couldn’t keep your eyes open if you wanted to. He placed a kiss to your forehead before getting up and waking way. The man came back a few moments later, dressed in boxers and holding two water bottles in his hands.
“You should go to the bathroom before you sleep” he suggested, handing you the water.
You knew he was right so you collected all the strength you had left in your body and walked into the bathroom. After cleaning up you washed your face, catching how the traveling had dried out your skin, and made your way into the bedroom again.
“Is there any chance you have a face moisturizer? my skin is so dead after the plane and mine is in my room.” you asked Daniel, that was already under the covers on his phone, he nodded.
“That one over there” he pointed at a small bag on top of his suitcase and gestured for you to take it to him.
You grabbed it, taking the opportunity to pull one of his shirts out too. You sat with your legs crossed beside him and put it on as he looked for the cream in the bag.
“Didn’t know you did skincare”
“I don’t, the thing is full” he handed it to you “you can have it if you like it.” Daniel watched as you put the lotion on your face before taking a bit more from the pot and spreading it on his own. The action took him by surprise but he didn’t stop you. “Is that a way of telling me that maybe a should use it?” he laughed.
“Just making your money worthwhile. This thing is not cheap”
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The weekend went like that. Your Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights spent in his room after his long and exhausting days of work. You found it unbelievable how he could fuck you so hard after such a physically demanding job, especially being thirty something, almost forty.
On Sunday, however, your dad asked you to go to dinner with him, – some papa-hija time that he longed for – so you shouldn’t be seeing Daniel that night.
It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy time with your dad, you did, truly, but after he asked you about school, your mom and home there was nothing really left except for the race. And all that talk did was make you think about Daniel, what he was doing, when he was leaving, if you’d been seeing each other again before the next race you attended. You thought you might burst into flames if you actually spent two months without having his cock inside you.
“Papá, será mejor que me vaya. Estoy en un vuelo a las dos de la mañana, así que espero poder llegar an mis conferencias de la tarde.” dad, i better leave. i'm on a two am flight, so i can hopefully still make it to my afternoon lectures. You told him after finishing your drink.
"Sí, probablemente deberías irte. ¿Quieres que te lleve de vuelta al hotel?" Yeah, you should probably go. Do you want a ride back to the hotel? You shook your heaad, telling him there was no need. "Entonces me quedo a tomar algo, buenas noches mi hija." Then im staying for a drink, good night he said, standing up to kiss you good night.
"Buenas noches, papá, te quiero. Nos vemos pronto." night, dad, love you. See you soon You told him into the hug.
""Yo también te quiero. Envía un mensaje cuando aterrices." love you too. text when you land.
You nodded, already making your way out. You got into one of the taxis around the restaurant and gave them your adress before picking up your phone to text Daniel.
im leaving at two
need to kill some time
His response took only a few minutes
I can think of a few things
good, im coming over, was your answer.
In minutes you were back at the hotel, knocking in his door. It only took a couple seconds for him to open it.
"Don't you look nice? Were you out?" he asked, making way for you to walk in.
"Why do you care?" you teased before throwing your bag on the couch and quite literally atacking his lips.
Daniel didn't miss a beat and caught you in his arms, holding you up and taking you to his bed for what could possibly be the thousandth time that week. That night was somewhat rushed and desperate, hands grasping at each other, messy kisses and tangled sheets. You lost count of how many times he made you cum in the span of less than two hours before quieting down and curling up behind you. Your sleep was cut short, however, by your need to leave.
You tried to slip out of bed without waking him up at mignight but as he mentioned on your second encounter, he was a cuddler. A strong and heavy one. He startled awake when your legs untangled from his, his eyes catching your figure in the dark as you put on your skirt and the hoodie he was wearing when you got there.
"Hey" he spoke softly, making you turn to him "There're some clothes that you left here the other nights." he started to get up
"Don't need to get up, where are they?" you tried to stop him but he was already putting his sweats back on.
"No, who's gonna drive you to the airport?" he asked and turned the light on so he could make his way to the closet where he put your forgotten clothes.
"I was gonna take a taxi"
"Then let me drive you" he insisted
"Fine"
#daniel ricciardo smut#dr3 smut#daniel riccardo x reader#dr3 x reader#daniel ricciardo imagine#dr3 imagine#f1#a writes
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Blurb request. Can be matty and este, doesnt have to be. How about they go on holiday, somewhere they won't get recognised. Get to walk through markets and just be a normal couple. Watch the sunset from a beach together. Romantic sort of stuff?
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Matty and Este go on holiday
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A/N: thank u for the request this was such a cute idea!!! i hope this is what u were hoping for :))) 💖
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Matty had already posed for a few photos with fans at the airport after going through security. It was normal, especially at one as huge as Heathrow, but a part of Este was secretly hoping that this time it would magically be different. They’d never been on holiday together before, just the two of them, so it felt a bit odd not being surrounded by security or travelling as a big group.
But it may have been that fact that made her so wary of being seen.
She never minded when people stopped to have a chat and picture with Matty—they were always so lovely and sometimes even wanted Este to pose with them. And she’d had her fair share of being out and about without having much privacy. They were just so excited to get away for once, this trip being their first chance to do so, and she wanted it to go perfectly.
To both of their surprise, it pretty much did.
It was an almost eleven hour long flight to the Maldives. They arrived in the sweat-inducing warm air, and the hotel Matty had booked was quick to settle into. So, Este dragged him out to the beach almost immediately. She broke open her suitcase to grab the first bikini she could find, and helped him sort through his mess of a packing job to find his swim shorts.
“Don’t you dare,” Este warned after feeling Matty tugging on the strings of her swimsuit bottoms.
He was in the middle of spreading sunscreen over her skin and threw his head back laughing at the fact that she caught him. They had been sitting out for a few hours and it was time to reapply.
“You’ve just tied them so loosely that I wanted to make sure they’re really secure,” Matty made up.
“Shut up.” She giggled. He continued his sunscreen reapplication.
“I feel like I shouldn’t even bother with this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of the action of doing it,” clarified Matty, while she rolled her eyes at his suggestive comment, “But you don’t even burn. There’s no need for all this sunscreen.”
Este dog-eared the corner of the page she was reading, to keep her place before closing it. She set it down and looked over her shoulder to Matty.
His bottom squeezed onto the edge of her lounging chair, next to her thighs, while she laid on her stomach. The cream on her back was surely rubbed in by now; Este could tell he was touching all the same places over and over, but she adored the way his rough and strong hands somehow graced her with such a gentle touch. So, she didn’t stop him.
“You know the sun does more damage to your skin than just sunburns, right?” She pointed out, “Plus, I’m sure neither of us want me to shrivel up in wrinkles like a raisin in like five years. The sun’ll do that to me. I need all the protection I can get,”
Matty chuckled. “Couldn’t care less about you wrinkling, darling,” he said, running his fingers over the curve of her back one last time before finally twisting the lotion’s cap shut. “I think I’m just in love with how tan you get in the summer. ‘M just selfish.”
“I still get a tan even if I put on sunscreen, love.” Este reassured him. An amused smile sat on her face.
He started tracing his fingertips between her shoulder blades, tickling at the back of her neck. Matty wanted to study everything he saw, like the small moles littered over her skin, and the places it dimpled.
“I just do really love it, your skin,” he blabbered on, vocalising his obsessions, “I love the way it looks when you wear light green. In late August it sort of reminds me of the colour of a Biscoff biscuit—which are the best. And I like the way that when you lay in our white sheets, your skin and how warm it is makes me feel like our bed will never be cold or lonely. It’s just such a pillar in how beautiful you are,”
Este used her hands to push herself off of her stomach, climbing onto her knees and then standing up. She grabbed Matty’s face, who had to tilt his head up to look back at her, since he was still sitting. Her thumbs rubbed back and forth against his stubble. She thought it was prickly in the best way, even though she regularly nagged him to stay clean-shaven. It was a secret adoration.
“What’re you sucking up to me for?” She asked playfully, leaning down to softly kiss him, silently letting him know how special his words were. Matty always worshipped her—and it made Este feel extra fuzzy when it was for the things she was once insecure about, like the rich melanin of her skin, and how she grew up without many similarly coloured people to look up to. Now it was one of her favourite things about herself; and clearly Matty’s as well.
He rested his hands on her hips, trailing them backwards until they met one another behind her arse. “An answer that comes to mind is the fact that I’m so in love with you I don’t know how else to act,” Matty responded, placing a gentle peck right next to her belly button. She smelled like sand and mint.
Este’s face flushed with pink as she ran her fingers through his hair. His scalp felt hot and sticky with sweat from the sun, so she dragged Matty up onto his feet and started walking towards the shore. It was about time they cooled off in the water.
“I can’t believe you’re real sometimes,” She whispered into his shoulder, snaking her arm around his waist as they stepped in sync across the sand.
He laughed and then winced at the jarring temperature of the ocean against his feet. They kept going until they were almost waist deep, since it warmed up rather quickly.
“How do you know I am real?” Matty joked, raising an eyebrow.
“Wait,” said Este suddenly, stopping in her tracks and making him do the same, “I have an even more important question,”
He stayed silent and let her go on.
“Would you still love me if I was a raisin?”
Este doubled over in giggles at her play on the ‘Would you still love me if I was a worm?’ joke. Matty watched in amusement as she stumbled back and forth, going weak with laughter. The pure delight on her face and the way she always insisted on cracking up at her own lines made him smile, but he still rolled his eyes at her attempt at getting a laugh out of him. He took his hand and splashed water up into her face as an answer.
“I actually once had quite the reputation for liking raisins. So yeah, I probably would.”
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As much as it was tempting to spend their whole day going back and forth between laying on the sun loungers and cooling off in the bright blue Indian ocean, Este desperately wanted to mooch through town and observe its local life. So, they threw t-shirts over their swimming costumes, slipped sandals on, and wandered around the many street markets in Malé.
They weaved in and out of the tables full of fresh seafood resting on ice, giving names to the ones they thought looked silly or cute and making small talk with the very friendly vendors. Matty wasn’t sure why he was surprised to see so many people selling fish, since they were literally on an island, but he was.
As they walked, their pinkies were hooked onto one another’s, since the humidity in the air made Este’s palms extra clammy, and Matty complained that they made a weird and squishy sound against his dry one. When she suggested that he just let go of her hand instead, Matty pouted and looped his smallest finger with hers.
“There,” he said in satisfaction, “That’s better. I still want to hold you somehow,”
She smiled at his sweetness and swung their interlocked digits back and forth dramatically. “I’m not going anywhere, Matty,” reassured Este.
“I know.” He responded shortly, with a grin.
They continued on, buying a few small souvenirs from the vendors that caught their eye. One in particular, stacked with eclectic jewellery—the type Este loved—held their attention for a while. The pieces laid out on display were charming and unique and she surely couldn’t leave without picking something out. Matty watched her slide different rings on and off of her fingers, extending her arm to take a good look at them, eventually choosing her favourite.
And after paying, Este jokingly slipped it onto her left ring finger, shoving her hand into her boyfriend’s face to tease him. She switched it over to her right hand once they’d both laughed about it.
Their stomachs rumbled as they made their way back to the room. Este thought about looking for a restaurant to grab dinner at, but Matty insisted on having a night in, since it was only the first day of their holiday. She wasn’t fussy, so she agreed.
But, to her surprise, there was a full meal set out for them both, on the small wooden table in the corner when they walked in. The classic room service style metal domes covered all of the plates that surrounded a bouquet of flowers stood in the centre. Her mouth remained agape for a few seconds, admiring the scene.
“Have the hotel done this?!” Este guessed, turning to Matty and then stepping towards the table to investigate further.
He chuckled and nodded. “Well yeah, I guess. ‘Cause I asked them to.” Stepping behind her, Matty snaked his arms around her waist and set his chin in the crook of her neck. He placed a gentle kiss behind her ear. "Just thought we could have a nice dinner here. Spend the night in those fancy dressing gowns. And, I don't know, maybe have a bubble bath or something cheesy like that," explained Matty.
"That sounds perfect. Thank you."
They followed through with his idea and wrapped each other in the spa-like and bright white hotel robes before tucking into dinner. Matty went a bit overboard with the entrées, so instead of having one each, they just picked at them all together, every plate passed back and forth between them as they indulged.
An array of desserts was displayed on a platter, where after she decided she was too full to keep eating, Este spotted some chocolate covered strawberries. “I’d love a chocolate strawberry, if you could pass me one,” she asked.
He said nothing, grabbing a strawberry and holding it in front of her mouth instead. Este’s eyes flickered between the piece of fruit and his purposeful gaze. She watched his eyebrows gently lift, as if to say, ‘go on.’
Este held their eye contact as she leaned forward and took a bite. When her lips wrapped around it, their edges lightly grazed the tips of Matty’s fingers that grasped the berry. The feeling made him shiver.
Once she’d chewed and swallowed, Matty tossed what was left of the dessert into his mouth with a wink. Then, he used his thumb to wipe a rogue sliver of chocolate that had now melted in the corner where her top lip met the bottom one. He sucked it into his mouth to clean it up, as Este subconsciously crossed one leg over the other, clenching her thighs briefly.
She shook her head, laughing to herself at how easily Matty had that effect on her.
“Only you could make the act of eating a strawberry so sexy,” she laughed.
A smug smile was pinned on his face, knowing he’d achieved his goal of making her squirm. “I mean I’ll take the credit, but aren’t chocolate covered strawberries like an inherently romantic food?”
“I guess. You could have probably used a smelly tuna sandwich and still make me like this, to be fair.” She pointed out with a giggle. “Can you guess what film you’ve just reminded me of? By feeding me a strawberry?”
Matty squinted to wrack his brain for an answer. Silence fell over them as he struggled to come with anything specific. “I’ve got no clue.”
“Just guess something,” Este insisted.
“Eternal Sunshine?”
“Nope.”
“La La Land?”
“No.”
“Before Sunrise?”
She shook her head.
“500 Days of Summer?”
“You’re just listing all of my favourite films,” she argued.
“What else am I supposed to guess?!” He retaliated, giving up and waiting for her to reveal what was on her mind.
Este attempted to keep a straight face while admitting that the films she was thinking of was, in fact, High School Musical 3: Senior Year. But, she failed miserably, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter at how unserious her whole thought process had been.
“Are you fucking kidding me? High School Musical?”
“Troy feeds Gabriella a strawberry when they talk about what they’re doing for university and it’s very romantic and naive and pure, okay?!” She said through giggles. “You can’t hate on the High School Musical franchise and date me at the same time. Not happening,”
She came around to his side of the table to sit on Matty’s lap. Her legs sat perpendicularly to his and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Out of instinct, Matty locked her in place with his hands on her hips.
“You do know that I’ve never seen them, right?” He admitted. Este’s jaw dropped.
“Now I know what that T.V’s here for!”
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That night—before the moon threatened to come out and after their jetlagged bodies took a bath and quick naps in the thankfully air conditioned hotel room—Matty and Este found themselves drawn back to the beach and the way the orangey pink sunset glimmered against the water’s surface. It was much cooler out, so Este didn’t have to hear him complain about the heat as much as earlier.
They sat with their bottoms right on top of the sand, close enough to the shore that the water nudged the tips of their toes, watching the sun disappear beneath the horizon, and felt a unanimous peace wash over themselves. It was the first time in a while that Este could remember having so much uninterrupted time together. Not a single thing concerned them, besides one another.
“I just realised that you haven’t gotten recognised even once since we’ve landed here,”
Matty thought about it, and she was right. “Hm. Yeah, I haven’t.” He agreed.
“The Maldives couldn’t give less of a shite about you!” joked Este, feeling Matty’s shoulder’s bounce with light laughter against her cheek that leaned on him.
“They really couldn’t,” Matty said, fiddling with her fingers that once were interlocked with his.
She hummed at the sensation. “It’s nice.”
“Do you wish it was like this all the time? More normal?” He asked quietly and with a timidness to his voice.
Este lifted her tired brain to look at him in the eye. She could sense the guilt Matty always carried and how it came forward when they spoke about how unusual her life can be, because of him. Searching for hope in the brown of his irises, she shook her head no.
“Maybe it would be easier that way. But your connection with the fans and this lifestyle you’ve maintained is such a big part of you, Matty. And I’m in love with all of you. Even the parts that aren’t as easy,”
The ends of his mouth tugged upwards, and then they pressed against hers with urgency. They shared quick ‘I love you’s’ before their eyes were glued back onto the sky. The sun had now lowered all the way and left behind the pink and purple coloured clouds. Matty thought about how beautifully it lit up Este’s face.
And to the sound of the slow tide coming in and out, the two of them pondered how lucky they were to not want to change a single thing about what they had together.
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I’d Probably Still Adore You | Part One
Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre Gasly
In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new
Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys
Warnings: none yet. so far it’s just build up
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
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While you weren’t a newbie to watching the races, you’d never done so in person. Work kept you busy and the idea of wasting precious vacation days on a flight to sit in the rain instead of on your couch wasn’t your idea of enjoyment.
Your friend had been dating Pierre for a few months now. Having spent the past week fighting, she forced you to take a weekend off and fly to Belgium with her for the race at Spa. He had surprised her with an extra plane ticket and paddock pass as an apology.
As you had packed the night before, Y/N Best Friend had appeared at your doorstep, arms full of garment bags. As soon as she saw the comfortable, weather appropriate outfits you’d selected, she started ripping through your suitcase and adding in her own picks.
“We’re going to be in the paddock, not the grandstands. We have to look the part Y/N” She’d said.
“Besides, there’s plenty of eye candy and you’re single. Might as well make the trip worthwhile. You know our shared hotel room will basically be yours the entire trip.”
“Honestly Y/N Best Friend, I’m not sure that’s the best idea. I’ve heard enough horror stories about most of the guys to make it clear that I should steer clear.”
“You don’t have to marry him Y/N! I just think it would be more fun if you joined me on these trips more. A girl can dream. Besides, it doesn’t have to be a driver. Some of the mechanics are definitely worth a second look.”
“Screw it. Pack what you want but don’t take anything I packed out” You admitted with defeat. Maybe she had a point. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, and how much damage could one weekend do.
The journey to the airport in the hired car was relaxing. And when you boarded into first class and champagne was waiting at your seats, it was a welcome surprise.
The flight from Barcelona has lasted only a few hours and before you knew it you were gathering your purse and carry on to disembark. It was only Wednesday so you were able to relax as you got to the hotel. The suite was beautiful and Pierre had sent flowers to greet his girlfriend. As you unpacked, the two of you began to plan the weekend’s festivities.
Thursday would be filled with media day around the paddock, followed by Friday free practice and qualifying, then Saturday sprint. The race on Sunday would wrap everything up.
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Thursday
Media day started early. The time adjustment was rough but the calm arrival day helped. You were going with Y/N Best Friend and Pierre to the track. He had interviews and Alpine press responsibilities. The two of you would spend the day in hospitality.
Your paddock pass hung around your neck. A tag on a lanyard with your name and face. The drive in was crazy, with fans already lining up to see the drivers. Your best friend waved you ahead so she could help fans get their autographs and you entered security alone.
Seeing the track in person felt surreal. Larger than life, it started to set in that you were actually standing at Spa. You knew the Alpine hospitality would be further down the track. As you started your walk you were amazed by how many journalists were in attendance. As someone with a large camera and a boom mic began filming you, you were thankful you’d taken your friends advice and dressed the part. A simple dress and nice sneakers kept you both presentable and comfortable. You smiled at the camera crew, spotting the netflix logo on their badges, knowing as soon as they discovered your lack of celebrity they’d cut your clips from the show.
You arrived at hospitality, showing your pass at the doors, before sitting down in a small seating area to kill time until Pierre’s media interviews. As the time began to tick closer and closer to round one interview starts, you became nervous that you still hadn’t see Y/N best friend or Pierre.
You tossed your trash and began the walk to the tent. Glancing at your phone trying to decipher what Y/N Best Friend meant by her directions, you decided to head towards the back of hospitality. As you reached the end however, you couldn’t find anything that looked like a media tent. The interviews would be packed and there was no way the space could be small.
You began looking around trying to find someone who could point you in the right direction. The first person you spotted breezed past you, not even acknowledging your question. The second was speaking in what sounded like Italian and had looked at you in confusing, not understanding you. Resigned to wander on your own you picked up your pace and began jogging around the area, peaking your head around corners to see if media was set off to the side.
As you turned sharply after another dead end, you felt yourself bump into someone. Looking up you saw a head of brown hair reaching down to collect their empty cup. Apologizing profusely you reached into your bag to pull out tissues. It wasn’t until you began trying to pat dry the wet spot on the man’s shirt that he actually said anything.
“Fuck sorry. I’m in a rush I didn’t mean to bump you. Are you okay?” He said. The voice sounded familiar but your embarrassment kept your eyes down while you tried to clean the mess.
“Yeah. It was my fault. I’m so sorry about the spill. I’m in a rush too. Could you point me in the direction of the media tent? I’m supposed to be watching the interviews.”
“That’s where I’m going. Just follow me. They won’t let you in if you’re late.”
You looked up for the first time at the Aston Martin driver, realizing why the voice was so familiar.
“Yeah that’s what I was told. Lead the way!”
You followed behind the driver for a few minutes. Flashing your pass to security to enter into the back with just minutes to spare.
He continued on, making his way up to the stage. As he took his seat he began scanning the crowd, trying to determine which media was where and looking for his PR agent. As his gaze made it over to the visitor section he saw you seated with a few of the other girlfriends.
“What kind of guy ditches his girlfriend and doesn’t even tell her how to get to the media tent” he thought. He began eyeing the drivers near him, trying to remember who was and wasn’t single, but his train of thought was cut off as the host started the round.
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A/N: This is my first time doing any kind of fanfic in awhile. So hopefully they improve as they go on. Parts will hopefully be posted 5-6 times a week but we’ll see how it goes. The next post is already done and will be up soon. Im not sure what the final length on this will be but I have a pretty good guideline of the story planned out. There’s not nearly enough lance content IMO so someone has to contribute. There will also be a longer spin off of the Pierre and Best Friend storyline to come
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Palate Cleanser part 2
After their reunion goes south, Max makes one last desperate attempt at changing their fate. But with a lifetime of history and baggage, have they missed their chance at getting the timing right?
Find Part One here
Ship: MJF x Actress!Childhood Friend!OFC
Rating: Explicit - 18+
Warnings: Smut (minors dni), Angst is their second language, Maybe even a little fluff this time, Cheating, Rough Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling, Oral Sex(f receiving), minor degradation, daddy kink, and breeding kink, biting
-One Missed Call-
-Two Missed Calls-
-Three Missed Calls-
*Riley, please pick up the phone. Please, I’m begging you.*
-Four Missed Calls-
*Please, we can’t leave things like this...*
*I went to your hotel but they said you already checked out. How did you get here so much faster than me? I’m going to be so late for this convention*
-Five Missed Calls-
*I’m going to the airport. They can fucking fire me if they want, I’m not sitting around in some loser convention while you walk out of my life*
-Six Missed Calls-
*Riley, pick up. I’m going crazy here. Please, pick up the phone.*
*I’m trying really hard not to be a psycho right now but i’m running out of options.*
-Seven Missed Calls-
*Please, Riley. I can’t say this stuff to you through text. Please pick up.*
YOUR CALL COULD NOT BE COMPLETED AS DIALED. PLEASE HANG UP AND DIAL AGAIN.
“Why aren’t my calls going through?”
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED.
YOUR CALL COULD NOT BE COMPLETED AS DIALED. PLEASE HANG UP AND DIAL AGAIN.
“Riley?”
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED
YOUR CALL COULD NOT BE COMPLETED AS DIALED. PLEASE HANG UP AND DIAL AGAIN.
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-One Month Later-
Max hesitated in the cool night air before stepping up onto the sidewalk. He took in a long breath through his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. The ‘for sale’ sign out front was a daunting reminder that this was his last shot.
He had heard through the grapevine that she put her townhouse on the market, but seeing it for himself was a different story. The place looked just like it always did, a gem tucked away on a quiet street near Washington Square Park. The wave of nostalgia that hit him nearly bowled him over; he missed this place and the fact that he didn’t do this years ago was making him itchy.
Her porch light was on and he could see the light on in the living room. She was home and she was still awake. It wasn’t until he was halfway here that he realized that it would be nearly one in the morning by the time he got here and some people actually slept.
His expensive shoes scuffed along with pavement, turning onto the walkway up to her porch. He wondered if she heard his car pull up and his stomach was suddenly turning. Climbing the few stairs up to the door, his heartbeat pounded in his ears. Fuck, he had been so confident the entire ride here but now that he needed to raise a hand to ring the doorbell, his arms were suddenly made of concrete.
It had been a long time since he had been here. Probably five years by now. It seemed like a lifetime but he couldn’t help but feel like it was still a second home. How many times had he parked in that same spot, walked up those same stairs, knocked on this same door? How many times had he not bothered to knock because he had a key and she had an open door policy for him, and him alone? How did he manage to screw things up this colossally? Fuck, he was in his own head.
Acting before he could double guess it, he reached up and jammed on the doorbell that he suddenly wasn’t sure he had ever used before, wincing as it let out a stuttered double chime throughout her house. Swallowing hard, he shifted his weight and tried to train his face into something she might not want to spit at. His fingers fidgeted as he waited for a response, one hand fiddling with the bag that was strangled tight in his fist. Then, he could hear the soft pad of her footsteps approaching the door, and his mouth went dry.
Without stopping to think, Riley swung the door open, spoon still dangling from between her lips from the ice cream she had just sat down to eat. She caught sight of him and screeched to a halt, pulling the spoon from her mouth. Time stood still as she took in the sight of him, hair slightly disheveled, beard more grown out than she had ever seen. He was dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, his eyes clearly bloodshot even in the flickering porch light. A well in her chest grew astronomically fast and she slammed the door shut before he could even get out a ‘hello’.
Max deflated on the other side of the door, cursing himself for being so dumb-struck that he couldn’t manage to conjure up a single word in the time she was looking at him. He drove over an hour, practicing what he was going to say when he finally got here and now he was totally blank. The sight of her, hair tied up, wearing those tiny silk pj’s that he knew he bought her for some birthday a million years ago, it knocked the wind out of him for a second. He knocked pointedly at her door.
“Riley, come on, I obviously know you’re in there.” He tried to speak loud enough for her to hear through the door. It was quiet, only the sound of some drunk kids down the street. But importantly, not the sound of her walking away. “Please, just talk to me, Ry.”
“Go away, Max.” Her voice was faint on the other side of the door but if she was responding, he could at least get somewhere.
“No, I’m not going anywhere until you hear me out. I will camp out on your porch if I have to.” He insisted, fully prepared to settle in. It wouldn’t be the first time he fell asleep on this porch.
“You can’t just show up here unannounced.” She slid down the door, sitting on the floor, back flat against it. Her stomach was in knots and she was doing her best to suppress the thrill that was so desperately trying to peak through.
“Well I would’ve called but you blocked me.” He settled into the brick porch, leaning his shoulder into the door, as if it made him any closer to her.
“Maybe you should have taken that hint.” She laid her head back, eyes closed, willing herself to get up and go back to the couch; to eat her ice cream and finish her movie and go to bed and pretend this was just another futile dream.
Max fell quiet at that. He had been trying; he really had. He crawled back to the life he had blown up with his tail between his legs and tried to accept that it was over. And his efforts at seeming unaffected to everyone around him were valiant - they worked for a while, and they probably would have continued to work if he had been sleeping at night. But a month of sleepless nights took its toll, and his perpetual bad mood was making him hugely unpleasant to be around. The news that she was moving just pushed him over an edge. An hour of staring at the ceiling in bed and he finally cracked, jolting upright and barely stopping to throw on a shirt before he got in his car.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Go home, Max.” She pushed off the floor to get to her feet and he could hear the movement on the other side of the door, scrambling to get to his feet himself.
“I got your shoes fixed.” He offered, holding up the bag in his hand like she could see it through the door. She stilled, brows furrowing. “You left them in my room after...” Trailing off, he ground his heel into the porch. It was a blatant tactic; they both knew it...but that was her favorite pair of shoes...
“You fixed the heel?” She breathed cautiously, almost not wanting to hear the answer, and Max closed his eyes in a relieved breath.
“I’ve got a guy.” That guy was his mom but none-the-less, it was fixed.
Ever so slowly, she creaked the door back open, bracing herself. She could accept the shoes and tell him to leave. That was well within her power. Presumably. She held out an expectant hand, trying not to let her eyes wander anywhere beyond the bag in his hand. His hands that were absolutely not distracting to her at all.
“Not even a ‘thank you’?” He gave her a lopsided grin that she ignored, just jutting her hand out more insistently.
“Do you think that this fixes anything?” She sat back on her heel, her other hand clung to the doorknob, ready to slam it shut at a moments notice.
“Well maybe not fixes…per say, but bit of an olive branch?” He suggested but the silence that hung in the air afterwards told him it wasn’t cutting it. Extending his hands, he offered the bag up to her.
“Thank you for bringing me my shoes. Drive safe.” She responded finally, taking the bag and swinging the door closed, but Max caught it this time, stopping it from closing. Riley panicked, trying hard to slam it shut, his fingers be damned.
“Riley, come on. I came all the way out here, please can we just talk? Five minutes, that’s all I’m asking.” He held her gaze through the small opening left in the doorway and she froze to the spot. It was a bad idea. Giving him any opening was giving him too much leeway.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Five minutes and then I swear to god I will leave you alone for the rest of my life.” He insisted and Riley hesitated. She had locked herself away with all these thoughts after making her escape from his hotel room and it had made for a jumbled mess of unchecked emotions.
“Five minutes.” She finally conceded and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I’m setting a timer.”
Reluctantly letting the door ease open, she dropped the shoes on the entry table and retreated, hoping to keep a buffer between them. She started down the hall without waiting for him - he knew his way around. Stopping short before heading to the kitchen island, visions of their last night together slammed back into her brain. She decided the living room was safer than the kitchen.
“Think I could get a glass of water?” He lingered just outside the entrance to her kitchen. He was pushing his limits but sometimes that was what he did best. Riley rolled her eyes, sitting back on her hip.
“I already agreed to five minutes. Now you need a drink too? What is this, ‘If You Give A Mouse A Cookie’?” But she was already breezing past him into the kitchen, despite her objections. Max grinned, leaning against the arched doorway.
“Yeah, you know what they say.” He watched her as she struggled to reach a cup in her cabinets - same as always. “If you give a Max five minutes, he’ll ask for a glass of water…” Riley suppressed a smile. She wasn’t charmed by him. She wasn’t. She could will that into reality. “And if you give a Max a glass of water, he’ll probably need to use the bathroom, and if you let him use the bathroom, you’ll make him feel welcome in your home, and you’ll have to let him stay forever.” She got her pitcher of water from the fridge and poured it halfway up his cup.
“Only half a glass, then. No bathroom use allowed.” She seemed like she was teasing but her face was stoic and Max was having a hard time placing where her head was at. Hell, she was having a hard time placing where her head was at.
“You’re missing out.” He cocked his head but Riley just passed the glass to him and breezed past him into the living room.
“I’ll survive.” She sat down in the single chair, crossing her legs. The couch was much too dangerous. As Max came around to sit on the loveseat nearest to her, she fiddled with her phone, pulling up an alarm.
“Are you seriously setting a timer?” He leaned over to see as she placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Glancing over, he noted the bowl of ice cream that was melting, then up at the Sex in the City reruns that were up on her tv.
“Deadly, and it starts now. So I recommend you skip past the cute comments and make whatever point you wanted to make, so I can get on with my evening.” She said, leaning forward into his space to press start on the timer, and Max caught the scent of her shampoo, sending something shuttering inside him that withered the cute comment he was going to make about how exciting her evening looked. The timer ticked down. His brow furrowed and the corner of his lip twitched.
“You’re selling the house?” It tumbled out before he could stop it and her face scrunched for a moment. She had imagined him showing up on her front porch a hundred times in the last month; she had made herself thinking he was going to come chasing after her. But in all the times she had pictured it, this was never his leading point.
“You drove over an hour, after midnight, to demand five minutes…all to ask about my real estate dealings?” Her brow raised. It may not have been what she expected but it was easier than his apologies and guilt. Max shrugged and she shook her head. “Yeah, I’m selling the house.”
“Why?” His voice was soft and genuine and it unsettled something deep in her chest. Her head tipped from side to side; there were a lot of reasons she was selling this place, she just needed to figure out the safest reason to admit to him.
“Because my show is over and my chances of finding something new are drastically higher in Los Angeles than New York.” It was simple; clean. It made sense; in fact it was hard to argue with. So why did it feel like such an excuse?
“You’re moving to LA?” Max felt like he’d had the wind knocked out of him. If he picked up on how phony her reasoning felt coming out of her mouth. he didn’t show it. His finger tips felt numb. “There’s plenty of acting jobs in New York.”
“Not nearly as many and usually not as good.” She held her tongue about the ghosts of her bad decisions that haunted every inch of this house. She knew that if she even hinted that this move was more about her need for a fresh start, he was going to be able to needle his way in until she couldn’t think straight. And this felt like the first time she had been thinking straight in years.
“But you love this place.” He finally took a moment to look around. It was staged for viewings but, underneath it all, it was still the same. From the vinyl records in the corner to the vintage chair she was sitting in, but also in the bones of the old townhouse, those great wide beams that stretched across the ceiling and the hundred year old floor boards. He was with her when she first toured this place when she was finally ready to move out to Manhattan; he watched the way the pieces clicked into place when she stepped inside. It was instant for her.
“Well sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do.” She meant for it to sound like she was being mature, but it felt oddly petulant coming out of her mouth.
“Do you, though?” He took a sip of his water, trying to occupy his hands anyway he could. Riley tilted her head, brow inching up. “Do you have to?” Her face fell, jaw shifting. “I mean, have you even tried finding something here?”
“I don’t need to try. I got lucky the first time and that’s not going to happen again. There’s nothing left for me in New York.” She focused her gaze down on the ice cream that was melting on the table. Max wet his lips, brow furrowed, before he shook his head.
“Riley...” He pleaded, trying to voice a dozen things with just her name, but her eyes snapped to him, narrowed. She understood perfectly what he was trying to say.
“Don’t. Don’t even try to pretend you’re a reason to stick around.” She snapped with the smallest shake of her head. Her chest ached and she glanced down at the timer. Three and a half minutes. She could handle another three and a half minutes. Then she could put this behind her.
“I could be.” He was more serious than she had ever seen him and something rolled in her stomach. Maybe three and a half minutes was too long. “But you shouldn’t stay for me.” Their gazes lingered on each other, the stillness in the air rippling through them. “Stay for you because you love this city and you love this house and because California is a wasteland.”
“California is beautiful.”
“It’s not New York.” He pinned her down with his eyes and she squirmed, struggling to meet his gaze.
“Well I think...New York and I have outgrown each other.” She said, finally looking up at him, and Max couldn’t help but feel like she was talking about more than just New York.
“Not possible.” He said definitively. “Soulmates don’t outgrow each other.” He watched her swallow, fingers toying with the seam on the couch cushion. That was a lofty word and it was difficult to pretend he was talking about the city. He thought he had laid all his cards on the table back in his hotel room but dozens of nights laying awake gave him plenty of time to think about all the things he didn’t say. In the moment he felt like he had bared his soul out to her but, thinking back, he wasn’t sure he said anything substantial. God, she jumbled his brain.
“Then maybe we aren’t soulmates.” She couldn’t stop the hurt from seeping into her voice. It didn’t matter what she wanted, some things just weren’t meant to be.
“Bullshit.” He stated like it was indisputable. Because to him, it was. Whether he was talking about himself or New York, it was bullshit. This is where she was meant to be. “You were made for this city. You’ll miss snow too much if you go to California.”
“I’ll live without it.” She looked away from him, eyes fixed on a small plant on the bookshelf on the other side of the room.
“Yeah? How many of the things you love are you going to leave behind when you run this time?” He abandoned all sense of pretense and her eyes snapped back to him. He was running out of time. In under three minutes, he needed to either convince her to stay or weasel his way into more time. The pressure was building in his chest. Riley scoffed, uncrossing then recrossing her legs, sitting back in her seat.
“You won’t get me with that twice.” She insisted with a small shake of her head, ignoring the tug at her gut that it caused. “Sometimes running is the smartest thing you can do.” No matter how many times she repeated it to herself, she couldn’t manage to get it to sink all the way in, though. “I’ve seen enough of your wrestling career to know that.” She deflected. Ever the masochist, she had found herself tuning in lately. Max’s brow furrowed, face scrunching up.
“That is not the same and you know it.”
“How is it not? I’m running from a fight, just like you do.”
“Okay, first of all,” He held up a finger. “I don’t run from fights, I make strategic decisions to conserve my energy.” He defended with exaggerated hand gestures, and she rolled her eyes. Her mouth opened to protest that she was doing the same thing, but he continued before she could. “Second of all, I’m not trying to fight you.” His voice was softer this time, more genuine, and it knocked her off balance.
“Yeah, then what are you trying to do, exactly?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? It always was. What did Max want? He may not have had an answer if he was asked a few years ago but he didn’t have to think anymore. He had done enough of that for a lifetime and it always led him to the same place.
“I’m trying to spend my life with the only person that has ever mattered to me at all.” He came all this way; none of it meant anything if he didn’t lay it all on the line. And the look on her face, even if for just a few stunned seconds, was enough to make it worth it, because he could see, at her core, that she wanted it as badly as he did. But then, oh boy, did her expression shift quickly, into something much colder than he had hoped for.
“Really? So Kelsey didn’t matter to you?” Her voice wasn’t angry but it was certainly frosty, and Max shrank back. “You were living together but she didn’t matter at all?” For the past month, her emotions had been all over the map but she kept coming back to that sickly guilt. That look on Kelsey’s face when she looked back at Riley - she knew that pain, she had worn that face, and she was angry that Max made her inflict that face on another person. He sighed, scrubbing his hands over his eyes, then back through his hair.
“Not compared to you.” He knew that wasn’t fair to Kelsey but it didn’t change the facts. The moment he saw Riley walk into that bar, Kelsey may as well have stopped existing.
“That’s not how it works, Max! You lived together, she trusted you! Why would you move in with a person that you don’t care about?”
“Because you were gone!” He shouted back, barely containing the urge to jump to his feet. “The same reason I’ve ever been with anyone - because I couldn’t be with you!”
“To what end?” She was frustrated and her chest was aching and she was stumbling down that same impassioned path that always brought her to ruin but she didn’t know how to stop. “If we hadn’t run into each other at that convention, how long would you have stayed with her? Would you have married her? Even though you don’t care about her?”
“Would you have married Lucas if he’d ever manned up and bought a ring?” He demanded and Riley’s eyes narrowed. “I was following your lead, Riley. Always. For the last twenty fucking years I’ve just been following your lead and you know what, maybe I would have married Kelsey.” He tried not to falter when he saw the way her face shifted. “Or maybe it wouldn’t have been her. Maybe it would have been some other girl I don’t care about. But it was always going to be some girl I don’t care about unless you came back into my life. And it would have been the same for you - just rotting away in some pointless fucking marriage, sitting awake at night, knowing that it was never going to touch what we have here.“
Riley sat back in the chair, swallowing hard and trying to keep her breath from noticeably trembling. This was too much. She knew letting him inside was asking for trouble. Any time around him was too much time around him. She was immensely grateful for the distance her chair was providing, unsure she would have been able to keep her head on if he was any closer.
“So what do you suggest, then?” Her voice was barely a squeak, legs knocked out from under her. Max swallowed hard and she watched his adams apple bob before he captured her gaze.
“Marry me.” Said without a hint of irony. Riley felt her spine turn to jelly, skin buzzing.
“What?”
“Marry me, Riley.” He rooted around in his pocket for a moment before brandishing a loose ring and sinking off the chair, to the floor between them. Fire raged through her bloodstream, catching on every raised hair of her arms. “No more fucking around. No more wasting time. This is where we’re supposed to be and we both know it. So marry me.” There was no time to think through the words flying out of his mouth. They weren’t the ones he had so perfectly practiced in the car but they were out now and there was no taking them back.
And the blood was pumping so strong in her head that she couldn’t hear herself thinking. A life with Max. How long had she been dreaming about that? Surely since before the make-believe weddings they held in her backyard when they were seven and life was easier. Her eyes drifted to the ring, clutched between his fingers, nearly trembling as he held it out to her, and she recognized it in an instant. Almost twenty years later but it was hard to forget the ring that got Max grounded for the first time after he stole it out of his mom’s jewelry box. He wasn’t allowed to watch wrestling for a month after that but the picture of her with that ring, in her prettiest dress out in the backyard, with him in his dad’s suit jacket, was one that was pinned to her dresser for most of her life. The fond warmth that crept through her dulled the feelings that had been threatening to suffocate her. A life with Max...
But then the alarm on her phone echoed through the electrified silence of her house and she snapped back into her body. He reached for her hand but she snatched it back, pulling her legs up off the floor and retreating as far back into the chair as she could get.
“No.” She said with a finality but none-the-less followed up with, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.“ Ice water flooded through Max’s veins as he sat back on his heels. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Why is that so crazy?” He looked up at her from his defeated position on the floor, eyes so genuine it made her chest ache.
“You want a list?” She practically laughed and he shored himself up quickly.
“Yeah, I think I do, actually. Tell me why we shouldn’t get married.” He replied, as if this wasn’t a completely outlandish thing to do. And maybe he was sleep deprived and floundering a little bit but he knew this was right.
“Well for starters, we’ve barely spoken in the last four years.”
“So what?” He crept forward on his knees until he was against her chair. “I have thought about you every single day for the last twenty years.” She stayed, recoiled as far back in the chair as she could get, as if his touch would singe her skin. “And I’m gonna think about you every day until the day I die.” He pressed his luck, finger trailing, light as air, up her bare calf, sending electricity skittering out through her veins. “And I’m pretty sure you’re thinking about me too. So why are we wasting all this time fighting where we’re supposed to be?”
“Thinking about each other isn’t enough.” She shook her head like she was convincing herself too.
“You’re right, it’s not. We should be doing way more than thinking about each other.”
“That’s not what I-”
“We should be living with each other, cooking with each other, waking up next to each other, spending our lives together.” He laid his palm, warm and strong across her knee, and she struggled to swallow. “Aren’t you tired of the constant effort it takes to stay away from each other? I feel like I’ve been swimming upstream for years now and I’m just…really exhausted.” His hand pulled away from her and she sucked in a breath at the loss, watching as he lifted himself up to sit on the edge of the coffee table, directly in front of her. Her brain was sending out alarm flares but the way he was looking at her was much louder.
“Max, please...” She wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking, all she knew was this moment was excruciating, and it was all too much. And now he was so close and, god, that look...
“Tell me you don’t want a life with me.” He didn’t give her the time to decide what she was asking. “Tell me you don’t want Sunday Morning Pancakes and shower duets and nights curled up watching your trashy reality tv together until I end up annoyingly invested.” She couldn’t pretend she didn’t. She might have been an actress but Max knew how to see through her.
“It’s not that simple.”
“We can make it that simple!” He exclaimed, trying to reach for her knees again but she flinched this time, worried she would burst into flames if he touched her again, and he sat back. “The only thing standing in our way is us. If we want this, all we need to do is take it.” Holding her gaze was an Olympic sport sometimes but he was performing exceptionally well. “I know you want this too, Riley. You told me as much last month.” Finally, she stopped avoiding his gaze, eyes glued right to him. He didn’t have a right to use the things she had said that night against her.
“Yeah, then I woke up and met your girlfriend. Suffice to say, my plans changed.” She didn’t sound angry and he almost wished she would be. She was almost easier to handle when she was yelling at him, but she only sounded hurt and that was something that made his stomach ache.
“Look, I fucked up, I know. Okay? This obviously isn’t how I wanted this to play out.” He leaned in as close as he could get but she only scowled at him. “I need you to understand, I was fully planning to head home and pack my shit up at Kelsey’s. I hate that it went down like this but my protocol is, and always has been, to drop everything the second you become an option. I knew going in that things with her could end like this.”
“Oh, well isn’t that nice? Did you ever think that maybe you should let me know about your relationship?” She scowled and he just wet his lips, stammering for a response.
“I know…I know I should have but I knew that was my only shot at this and that you would have run the second you heard about Kelsey.” He heard it coming out of his mouth and wondering how he thought that would make for a good defense.
“Oh really, you thought that maybe I might not behave the same way if I knew you were in a serious relationship? So weird.”
“Okay but that what I’m saying! It wasn’t a serious relationship - it was always going to be second to anything you and I have.” He tried to sway her, his hands warm on her knees but the withering look she gave him had him retreating.
“How sweet. Did you let Kelsey know that or was that just supposed to be a fun surprise for her one day?” She demanded and he was suddenly regretting his words and location as she unfurled her legs down to the floor.
“I mean...I feel like she must have known from the way I talked about you.”
“Right, the unspoken exception to the rule.” She scoffed, parroting back his own words from that night, and Max winced. This was not going to plan. “Was it as implied to her as it was to me?” He heaved a breath, eyes begging for an understanding he wasn’t due. His fingers tapped repetitively along the edge of the table and he fumbled for a response.
“I’m not gonna deny that I fucked this up on a major scale. But I can’t change that anymore and I’m not about to fuck it up more by letting you walk out of my life again.”
“People get hurt when we’re around each other, Max! I can’t hurt anyone else.”
“People only get hurt when we’re trying to fight what we have!” He shot back and Riley stilled for a moment. “We just need to close off the circle and other people don’t have to get caught in our crosshairs.” She was quiet at that, her mouth opening and closing a few times.
“Well maybe I don’t want to be caught in the crosshairs either.” Her quiet admission was stinging but Max cocked his head, brow heavy.
“I’m not firing at you, babe. Never have, never will.” He held her gaze with a pleading look.
“And yet, we’ve both managed to hurt each other plenty.” She shook her head decidedly. “If I stick around here, we’re only going to end up hurting each other again.”
“We’re hurting each other by staying apart. How is that any better?” He demanded, leaning toward her. “At least this way we’ve got a shot at being happy.”
“Well maybe we don’t deserve to be happy.” Her face was weary and Max could instantly see every ounce of guilt that she had been marinating in for weeks.
“That’s crap.” He didn’t hesitate. “Making ourselves miserable doesn’t undo what I did to Kelsey or what we did to Jonah. And it’s definitely not going to undo what we’ll do to the next unsuspecting sucker that has the misfortune of being around us the next time we snap and wind up together.”
Riley was quiet, eyes locked with his, her heart hammering in her chest and echoing in her ears. Her breathing was erratic, his scent filling her nose. How did he do this to her every time.
“What else am I supposed to do, Max? I can’t trust you.” She wet her lips, teeth just barely grazing over her bottom lip. It stung more than he expected to hear that.
“Yes you can. I swear to fucking god, I am all in on us, Ry.” He gestured to the ring, still clenched tight between his fingers. “Just give me one chance to show you that I’m right when I say we’re meant to be together.”
“Max...” She warned but he was already out of time. He wasn’t leaving anything left unsaid.
“I swear, the first, smallest indiscretion and you can kick me to the curb. If I don’t unload the dishwasher when I’m supposed to or I forget to take something out for dinner, you can ship me out with no fight. But please, just give me that chance.”
“I already gave you a chance.”
“Come on, that doesn’t count!” He pleaded, his hands warm as they covered her knees, the ring pressed into her skin. She wanted to shove them off but couldn’t bring herself to move that warmth. “We never even got started. I promise you, you spend even a couple days being with me, the way we were always supposed to be, you’ll never look back.”
That was almost what scared her most, though. She knew that this dive was one she would never recover from. If she let her guard down and gave him that chance, there wouldn’t be anything she wouldn’t overlook. Because she knew that it would feel right. She knew it would feel like finally coming home and that feeling was going to be too good to deny, no matter what he did. It would be cutting the last remaining thread of her self control and that was a dangerous line to cross.
“I can’t marry you, Max. That’s insane.”
“Then take an insane fucking leap of faith with me.” His thumb rubbed half circles over the edges of her knee and it obliterated a few braincells. “Tell me this doesn’t feel right.”
“That’s not the point…” She was exasperated and everything about him was starting to invade her senses. The feeling of the ring pressed into her was dizzying and distracting.
“No, it is the point. The point is that this feels right because it is right.” He dared to let his hands glide past her knees, smoothly journeying up her thighs, dragging the edge of the stones into her soft flesh. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes fluttering shut for just a fraction of a second, and she tried to ignore the fire that burned low in her belly. “We shouldn’t have to work this hard to stop thinking about each other.” His voice was raspy and hypnotic, her brain tearing itself to pieces to try to hold onto that last thread. “You told me you loved me, Riley. Did you mean it?” It was hard to breathe, his face inching closer and closer to hers.
“I wasn’t in my right mind.” She shook her head, latching desperately onto the unyielding anger she was feeling when she said that. The way she had been left feeling gutted like a fish. How that confession was a dying gasp from an overtired, overstimulated, over emotional girl.
“I think you were in your right mind. I think you said what you’ve been dying to say for the last ten years.” He wet his lips and her eyes snagged on it, digging her teeth deeper into hers. But that anger she’d felt back on that morning in the hotel was still lit in her stomach.
“I said what you didn’t have the balls to say.” She narrowed her eyes and Max stilled. “What you still haven’t had the balls to say.” Scoffing, she shook her head and it devolved into a full laugh. “You’re here with a fucking ring but you’ve still never said you love me.” And Max sat back, finally clearing her personal space, and she could breathe again. “This is a joke. We’re not meant to be together, Max, we’ve just got no self control. Go home.”
She stood up forcefully and eeked past him out of the living room, buying herself as much space as possible. Max’ chest was seized as he looked at the empty chair where she once was. He wanted to say the words. He had tried practicing saying it as part of his speech, on the car ride here but tried not to overthink it when he couldn’t get them out. But now he was wishing he had pushed himself because now he couldn’t make his mouth work. He couldn’t even make his feet work. He heard her hand rattling the front door and he jumped into action, shoving the ring back into his pocket.
“Riley, please...” Was all he managed as he headed around the corner, into the hall to the front door, where he saw her waiting expectantly with the front door held open.
“No, I said five minutes and you got way more than that, like always. Now its time to go.” She tried to sound unwavering but her voice wasn’t cooperating. Max slowed, halfway down the hallway, brow furrowed heavily as his tongue traced over his lip.
“Ya know, when I was growing up, my dad took me out to get my first shave.” He leaned back on his heels and Riley rolled her eyes with a huff, not budging from her spot by the door. “And he sat me down and told me ‘Kid, there are two things you gotta know about love: the first is how to know you’re in it.” Max scrubbed a hand over his mouth. “He said, ‘That’s important, but thankfully it’s easy.” He took a breath, eyes intent on her, “It’s hard to miss because its in everything - the way your skin...buzzes when they’re around; the constant magnetic pull to be near them,’” He drifted toward her but she kept a trembling hand on the open door, “’The ache in your chest that tells you to follow them anywhere. Its unmistakable and it can’t be ignored.”
He was inching toward her so slowly she might not have noticed if she wasn’t so laser focused on him. Her mouth was dry and struggling to form the words to tell him to stop. She felt frozen to the spot, anchored to the door as a final lifeline.
“The second thing, he told me, which was arguably more important, was to know when the timing was right.” He swallowed hard before licking his lips.
“Max...” She warned but he disregarded it.
“Do you remember when we used to have those neighborhood-wide night time manhunt games?” He diverted her and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment with a sigh before she finally nodded. “There was a game one night, not long after that talk with my dad. Derek Flynn teamed up with the Anderson twins and was decimating all the usual hiding spots.” Riley’s body deflated a little with a whisper of a smile flitting across her lips.
“The night they broke Mr. Garvey’s antique lawn statue and he chased them down the road with a wiffle ball bat?” She bit the corner of her lip to hold back the grin that was dying to peak out.
“The very same. But before that happened, I had been chased from the reliable spot behind Ms. Allander’s pool shed and forced to flee into the woods.” He watched the understanding dawn behind her eyes before being fogged over by confusion. Her arm lowered slightly on the door without her noticing. “I found my way to the fort we had made not long after you moved in. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes later before you came barreling down into the cramped space with me. You knocked me over, not realizing I was in there, and then swung both hands around like you were gonna hit me.” Her lips twitched as she remembered the night, the memory so vividly fresh she could practically hear the buzz of the cicadas. She had just narrowly avoided being caught down by the docks and run straight there - the safest place she could think of, somewhere that was just for them. “But then you recognized it was me and you got this dreamy little smile that I could barely see in the dark, and you laughed before pulling me into this tight hug like you had never been so glad to see me in your life. Then you handed me a nerf gun.” He said with deathly serious, and she blew out a breath that wasn’t enough to conceal the smile she had. “And I knew in that second what I have never questioned since - that my dad was right.”
Riley’s hand dropped to the doorknob and she wet her lips, staring, wide-eyed back at him. Her heart was in her throat as he crept closer to her, hair raised all across her arms. His pulse was hammering away, and he swallowed as he got just outside of arms reach of her.
“I have known that I’m in love with you for half my life already, Riley.” He confessed and it felt like time screeched to a halt. The clock ticked on the wall and the kitchen sink dripped and her chest swelled out of control. A tingling started in her chest but quickly spread down her arms until her grip slipped off the doorknob. She drew in a ragged breath, her pulse racing out of control. “And I’m tired of waiting for the timing to be right.”
He took another step closer and gave the front door a nudge to push it the rest of the way closed. Riley watched him, chewing a hole through her lip, frozen, desperately fighting against the way his words were lighting her up like a Christmas tree.
“Now, i’m gonna ask you again.” He kept his palm flat against the front door and angled his body toward her, a few mere inches between them now, and that was close enough for fire to catch. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”
His eyes were glued to her, intense and desperate and uncharacteristically vulnerable. The dark bags under his eyes were particularly visible this close and she wondered if hers were as bad. It had been a sleepless few weeks for her as well. Weeks of staring at the ceiling, spinning in circles in her mind, thinking about what could have been and how they ended up here. She knew, even as angry as she had been in that moment, that she meant it. Even if she hadn’t, she would be lying if she said she didn’t love him, then and still. Those feelings were burrowed so deep in her, she wasn’t sure she would ever be free of them.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s not enough, Max.” Her voice was as devastated as she felt. She had been wanting to hear this for so long but it was too late now.
“It’s plenty.” He insisted but she was already retreating toward the wall.
“I’m moving to California.”
“Then I’ll come with you.” He didn’t miss a beat and she shuttered a sigh. Her stomach was turning, this all suddenly feeling too real. “Or better yet, just stay.” His voice turned pleading, starting to match a tenth of what he was feeling.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t.” She said as if that was ever going to be an acceptable answer to him.
“But you can. You can do anything you want.” He took a tiny step toward her. “I love you, Riley.” His eyes were glued to her, bared and genuine and maybe even a little scared. “Do you love me?” And maybe it was the look on his face, or maybe it was the lack of sleep this last month, or maybe it was the fact that his scent was clouding her head as he got close enough to touch, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie.
“Yes.” She breathed the word into the space between them, a lifetime of baggage hanging from it.
“And do you want a life with me?” He dared to move in dangerously close, mere centimeters separating them now, and the smell of her shampoo made his eyes flutter shut for just a moment. His stomach was running itself through a spin cycle as she hesitated, looking up at him with those wide, panicked doe eyes.
“I don’t even know what that looks like, Max.” She said finally, shaking her head. Their relationship was always just transient - she couldn’t picture what security with him looked like. As alluring as the life of cooking dinner together and shower concerts was, she knew that morning always came when it came to Max and that was a pain she couldn’t subject herself to anymore.
“It looks like finally coming home.” He said and her eyes were locked on him, warmth curling around in her belly, making itself comfortable. “It looks like laughing so hard we can’t breathe and dancing to show tunes on a rainy afternoon and waking up to my face between your legs. It looks like you being the center of my goddamn universe because you are.” Heat raced up her cheeks and he stepped into her, a hand brushing over the strand of hair that was dangling by her face, sending electricity pulsing through her skin, and her eyes fluttered shut. “It’s what we were so fucking close to before Lucas and Kelsey and all this stupid bullshit. And I don’t know about you, but that ‘what-if’ is the one that keeps me up at night. You’re the one that keeps me up at night.” His rough fingers gripped her chin, tipping it up, urging her to meet his eyes. “Tell me you don’t want the chance to see how it feels to give this an honest-to-God shot. To really do it right this time.” The heat of his body this close to her was intoxicating and her legs were starting to feel a little insufficient. She struggled to feel like there was breath in her lungs and the sheer number of thoughts ping-ponging across her brain was debilitating. Skin prickling head to toe, she wet her lips, blinking back at him, willing an answer to come out - any answer but the one that was begging, shaking at the gates, to come out.
Because, God, she did want that chance. She spent more nights than she would have liked, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what could have been if it weren’t for a million different things. But that was always the problem; there were a million different things that stood in the way, some his fault and some hers, but in the end, they were still in the way. Now, though, there was no one standing in their way anymore and she was running out of excuses. Her mile high wall of reasons had been whittled down to a measly few bricks and Max was kicking them over faster than she could layer them back up. And beyond that wall, there was nothing left but the fact that she was scared. Just positively terrified of ending up like her mother, bitter and heartbroken and lonely for the rest of her life. She knew plainly that Max had the potential to absolutely ruin her in a way she would never recover from, but when he looked at her the way he was looking at her right then, she kind of wanted him to.
He let his palm slide up her face, cradling her cheek, and she melted into him on instinct. Fuck, that felt good.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” He whispered, breath fanning across her face, and she shivered. “Tell me you don’t know in your bones that this is right.”
“I...” She murmured, his lips just a whisper from hers and she could practically feel the fire licking at her from here. Her breathing faltered, the hazy fog that he brought with him washing over her brain. “I...don’t want to...” But she didn’t move an inch.
“Don’t want to what?” He prodded, lingering close enough to breathe the same air; close enough that she would barely have to move to feel that familiar bliss of his lips on hers. He was taunting her.
“To want this...” She could feel the space heater that was his body thawing her from the toes up as if she’d been left outside in the dead of winter. It was impossible to resist but the longer she let herself bask in that warmth, the more likely it was she would end up burned.
“But?” He lent her the word she was clearly missing and she sighed. Shifting ever so slightly, he let his lips just ghost across hers. Her hands drifted up to his shirt, curling around the soft material, though he wasn’t sure if she was trying to stop him or pull him in closer.
“But I need it.”
She couldn’t physically stop the way she launched at him, arms looping around his shoulders as she met him in a demanding, desperate kiss. His hands latched around her hips without thought, pressing her back against the wall. Her tongue invaded his mouth, needy for the taste of him, and she nearly groaned when she got it. Max’ pants tightened at the muffled noise and he let one hand drift up, under her shirt. The motion sent lightning coursing through her veins, straight through to her core. Her fingers curled up in his hair and he groaned when she tugged at it, biting down on her lip. He thumbed over her pebbled nipple and she hissed out a breath.
“Fuck, Max...” She whined his name and he snapped to attention, hands instantly reverting back to her hips and forcing a few inches between them, despite her whimper of a protest.
“No, no, wait a minute.” He insisted in spite of the way his skin was throbbing from the loss. She had caught him off guard before and his body took over before his brain had a chance to catch up. “What are we doing here, Ry?” But she was already gone, pupils blown with a need he had stoked too much. Her lips curled into a dangerous smile.
“I’m pretty sure you know what we’re doing.” She let one hand trail from his hair, down his neck, and over his chest. Her teeth raked over her already semi-swollen lips. “It’s a game you’re really good at.” She practically purred as her knuckles grazed their way over his stomach until her thumb caught on the edge of his sweatpants. Max swore under his breath, swallowing hard, his fingers digging hard into her hips. He gave a snake-like, swaying shake of his head before snatching her hand that was trying to creep beneath his sweats, holding it firmly in place.
“No more games, beautiful. No more running, no more pretending, no more waiting for the timing to be right. Be with me. For real this time.” He held her gaze insistently. She wanted to argue, she wanted to remember any of the reasons they were bad for each other. But god, if she didn’t just want him more than any reason she could possibly conjure.
“Maaaax.” She whined, fingers wiggling beneath his grip, unable to voice much more. “We don’t need to...” It was much easier to admit she needed him to drive her through this wall than it was to open herself up to dating him. But Max took her hand, pulling it up to his face, gingerly turning it and leaving a lingering kiss on the tender skin of the inside of her wrist that she could feel long after he let her hand fall.
“No, we do, Because I’m not doing this anymore unless we’re doing it right.” He almost sounded like he might actually mean it, even though they both knew he would fold like a house of cards if she so much as batted her lashes. “I need a life with you, Riley. I need to take you out to dinner, and go see a movie so we can fool around in the back row. I need to go to watch you on set while you blow away everybody around you. I need you backstage at my shows, making every last person in the building jealous that they can’t have a love like this. I need to fall asleep next to you every night because now that I’ve remembered how it feels, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to sleep again.”
Riley’s breath caught in her throat, thighs pressed together to try to quell her desperate need for friction. Her head was clouded by his warmth and his smell and the familiarity that made her feel safe even when they both knew he was her Achilles Heel. He let his body slowly settle back against her, arms supporting his weight against the wall on either side of her until he was the only thing that existed to her. Every inch of her was screaming for something different but every single thing revolved around him.
“Be my girl, Ry. Cuz I’m already all fucking yours.”
Blowing out a shaky breath, Riley stabilized herself, her own recent lack of sleep weighing on the situation. The dull throb between her legs was secondary to the way her heartbeat was pulsing in her ears. There was no slowly wading into the pool with Max; he was asking for a dive right into the deep end. Now it was sink or swim but she was still stuck shivering at the top of the diving board.
“This imaginary life of Pancake Sundays and movie dates sounds like a dream, Max. And I’m sure it would be for a month or two - hell maybe even a year or two.” She swallowed hard, struggling to keep her head above the water. “But what happens when all those promises run out and real life kicks in, and we both end up getting hurt?”
“Then we get hurt.” Max didn’t flinch but she did. “I really don’t think that’s how this goes down, but it doesn’t matter because I’d rather burn to the ground with you after one month, than live the rest of my life without breathing the same oxygen.”
He ghosted the back of his hand across the curve of her jaw, brow furrowed as he looked right through her. Wetting his lips, he leaned ever so slowly towards her and she froze, blinking back at him, breath stalling in her lungs. He stopped just before their lips could brush and began to sink down to his knees in front of her, holding her gaze on the way down. His hands followed his path, featherlight down the curves of her waist and resting at the swell of her hips, fingers bunching in her silk pajama shorts.
“Please, Riley...” He trailed one finger down the back of her bare thigh and she shivered, resisting the way she wanted to buckle when he traced along the inside of her knee. Thick fingers unfurled down her calf until they were wrapped around her ankle. She leaned back against the wall for support as Max lifted her foot off the ground. Moving in closer to it, he spared a glance back at her before laying a slow kiss just beside her ankle bone. His eyes drifted back up to her, trying not to visibly react to the way her face had become markedly more fucked out. “Give this a shot with me.” He laid another kiss just a little higher up her calf and Riley gripped at the wall as if it offered any support. As his eyes met hers again, he watched as she bit down at her lip, his hand meandering up her calf sending electricity shooting up to her core. He set a lazy pace of kisses up her calf until he reached her knee, holding her gaze pointedly. “Tell me you don’t want to be with me.” She met his eyes, head tilting to the side as her tongue dabbed at her lips. Her mouth was dry as she practically panted, watching him as he pulled her legs apart and nestled between them. His hand shifted so he could lift her thigh to his lips, and his fingers brushed the edge of her shorts. He pressed his lips just above her knee and Riley’s hand grasped in his hair for support, her panties getting wetter by the second. “Tell me you’d rather have anyone else in the world between your legs right now.” He didn’t bother to reconnect with her gaze and she was glad because the way her eyes rolled back in her head when he nipped at the inside of her thigh would have given him a firm answer. “Tell me you don’t want me to make you come on my face right now.” His eyes reconnected with hers with a twinkle of mischief, lips not leaving her thigh. Her fingers tightened in his hair, breathing ragged and her core pulsing. She tried to rut her hips towards him but he used his other arm to pin her hips to the wall, and a whine slipped out her lips.
“Max, pleeeease.” Riley practically begged, in spite of herself, and Max smirked against her thigh. She urged his head toward her center by the hair but he resisted with a groan that vibrated against her skin. He glanced up at her.
“Tell me you’re in this with me.” He kissed higher up her thigh, hand shifting to cradle just below her ass, angling her into him. “Tell me you want to try at a life together.” He nipped at her skin just at the edge of her shorts before firmly commanding her gaze, and she squirmed against him. Her chest heaved with her breathing and she swallowed hard. She wanted the imaginary life he was offering but it didn’t feel real. But if that life felt this good, maybe it was worth taking a risk on. His tongue swiped across the skin just beneath her shorts and her knees buckled for just a second before she stabilized, yanking hard at his hair.
“Okay.” She choked out the word and his eyes flashed up to her, fingers digging harder into her skin. “Okay, fuck, I want to try.” Her fingers dug into his hair and she nodded subtly.
“Yeah?” His eyes widened, fingers creeping up to the waistband of her shorts, digging down into them. She nodded more firmly with a cautious smile before she narrowed her eyes.
“I swear to god if you hurt me…”
“You can gave me drawn and quartered in Central Park.” He cut her off, quick to let his fingers curl around her shorts, inching them off her.
“Deal.”
She rushed the word out, hands flying down to where his were trying to pry her shorts off much too slowly. Max didn’t miss her signals, yanking her shorts and panties to the floor at once, guiding one foot out and promptly around his shoulder. He laid messy, open-mouthed kisses up her thigh until he reached her mound, dripping wet from anticipation.
As much as he wanted to wait and tease her until she was shaking and begging, but the smell of her arousal was so familiar and tempting that he wasn’t sure he could refrain a second longer. With a final enamored look up at her, he wrapped both arms tight around the bottom of her thighs, yanking her core straight to his mouth. No easing in, his mouth latched around her lips, licking and sucking at her soaked folds. His head bobbed between her thighs with a symphony of vulgar noises and her head fell back against the wall with a stream of curses and whines. Her hand wound through his hair, pushing him into her harder, her hips jerking against his face as she struggled to stay upright. Max hummed against her clit and her knees buckled.
“Fuck, Max, fuck pleeeeeease!” She couldn’t control the words flying out of her mouth. He reached down, forcing her to try to stabilize herself, brushing the pad of his thumb over her clit. Strumming over her, he let his tongue move in broad strokes across her pussy, his erection quickly beginning to press into his sweats.
“God you taste so fuckin’ good.” He growled the praises into her skin and her legs shook. His fingers slipped down, easing inside her, one then another, and her walls clamped around them. She whimpered when he sucked her clit between his lips. Not relenting in his pressure, he worked his fingers in and out until her body was twitching.
His fingers hooked right up into that spot that he knew made her brain melt. Stroking over the spongy spot, he sucked at her clit, and she shrieked, legs giving out before she could catch herself. But Max didn’t miss a beat, fingers pulling out of her just in time to catch her leg, shifting her weigh until both her legs were up on his shoulders, fully off the ground.
Tongue flitting over her sensitive bundle of nerves as he slowly rose back to his feet, driving her higher up the wall. Her body doubled forward, curling around his head, hands clenched tight in his hair for all she was worth. He lapped at her folds, alternating his speeds as she writhed against him, her cries getting louder and higher pitched.
“That’s it’s pretty girl, gonna come for me?” His words vibrated against her clit and her thighs trembled. “Gonna soak my face? Be a good girl and let me taste how good I make you feel.”
His teeth scraped over her bundle of nerves and she squealed, arching her back until her shoulders collided with the wall. One hand reached aimlessly beside her, desperately looking for purchase when she found the edge of some picture frame. Her hips chased the high she was so close to as her entire body shook.
Max’s strong arms kept a tight grip, curled around her thighs, and he dipped his tongue inside her. Her body grew taut as he fucked his tongue in and out of her. The tip of his nose circled around her clit as he worked her to the edge.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, Max! Please! Don’t….I need…I…ahh! Oh my god!” Her cries devolved to a babble, her legs scrambling behind his shoulders. Her grip of the picture frame slipped and she vaguely heard the crash of the the glass shattering on the floor nearby. It hardly registered, though, as he sucked hard on her clit and sent her toppling over a cliff. Her body peaked and her eyes rolled back, Max not letting up, his hands keeping her fully supported.
As her soul drifted back into her body, he helped her maneuver her legs down off his shoulders. Supporting her entire weight, he eased her back down the wall, his lips following a slow and lazy path up her stomach as she came down, his fingers snagging in the fabric of her shirt. As her feet finally touched the ground, his lips ghosted across her nipple as it was temporarily exposed on his way up. He didn’t linger, letting her shirt flutter back down as he took her face between both hands, pulling her into an insistent kiss that knocked the breath from her lungs.
The overgrown hair on his face was slick with her orgasm and she could taste it on his tongue when it slipped into her mouth. Her arms snaked around his neck, half to support her still jellied legs, and half because he could never be close enough anymore.
“God, I missed you so much.” he murmured against her lips, face held tight between his hands, and her eyes flashed to his, heated with desire. Her fingers strummed down the back of his neck and his eyes rolled shut for a moment. The wave of relief that was finally hitting him was intoxicating and his chest was heaving with it. Carding his fingers up through her hair, his palm settled at the back of her head. He notched his nose against hers, pressing past the warmth that grew in his stomach from the smile stretched across her face.
“I’ve missed you too.” She said in an overdue confession before pulling him back to her lips, unsure she would ever feel like she could have enough to make up for all the time they missed. His fingers curled in her hair, the other hand dropping to her hip, pulling her flush against him so she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach.
With one arm still slung around his neck, her other hand skated down his chest, then stomach, not stopping before it reached the top of his sweatpants. She reached between their bodies, palming over his dick through the thick cotton and he groaned into her mouth. Her tongue swept into his mouth, silencing him as her fingers wrapped more firmly around his length, rubbing him through his sweats. His grip on her hair tightened, trying to keep pace with her lips as she reached down and caressed his balls.
He gasped at the loss when her hand drifted back up to his stomach, warm as it crept beneath his shirt. Her thumb hooked in the bottom of the fabric, dragging it up until she finally let them break a part so she could pull it off him. Her arms were quick to return to him, one tangling in the hair at the base of his head, the other clung tight to his back. He paused, eyes raking over her hot enough to burn the city down, and her teeth grazed across her lip before they curled into a smirk.
“Well are you just going to stand there or are you going to take my shirt off and fuck me through this wall?” She challenged with a raised brow and she watched the devilish grin rise to his face. Without another second, he yanked hard on her hair, pulling her attention to him, and her belly clenched.
“Ohhh my pretty girl,” he cooed before he bucked his hips hard against hers, driving them against the wall with a delicious thud. “You want me to fuck your sweet little pussy like I own it?” Her mouth fell open, panting as he drove his hips up into her again, urging her legs apart. She nodded eagerly. “You need my cock stretching your cunt until you cry,” He drove into her harder this time, hiking her up the wall, and her legs wrapped around his waist, “fucked so stupid the only thing you can remember is my name?” His hips ground into her bare core, erection throbbing as he rocked it against her. Her head fell back with a throaty moan.
“Fuck, Max, please.” She cried as he bucked into her center.
His lips settled into the crook of her neck, laying messy open mouthed kisses across her skin. Trailing down to the neckline of her shirt, he gripped it with his teeth, using his other hand to tear straight through the front of it, and she gasped. She went to voice an objection but it died in her throat when his lips closed around her nipple. His teeth latched around the bud, pulling it back, and she yelped, arching against him, providing exactly the friction he needed so badly.
Arms wrapped tight around her, he lifted her off the wall, bouncing her against the hard as steel erection that was begging to be buried in her. He fumbled backwards towards the entry table on the opposite wall. Tongue flittering over her nipple, he spun them and managed to get her seated on the edge of the table. Rocking into her center, he moved to the other nipple, licking and sucking and pulling a string of breathy moans from her lips.
Knocking her hips further and further back onto the table, objects around her clattered into each other. Her feet urgently pushed at the top of his sweats but his hips shifted, notching at just the right spot as he ground into her. Strangling cries, she reached for any purchase she could get on the table around her. Her fingers curled around an object but her eyes fluttered shut when his teeth raked across her nipple. The table knocked against the wall in time with his hips, objects clattering to the floor after she arched unexpectedly. She let out a wracked whine, delirious with need, and he grinned into her chest.
Letting his lips trail back up her neck, he stopped to nip at her earlobe before return to her lips. He laid gentle, pain-stakingly slow kisses against her lips and she practically squirmed in his grips. Tongue trailing across her lips and exploring every inch of her mouth, he let his hips drop to a drag up and down her core. Her hips stuttered against his, desperate to up the pace but his hand shot down to pin her in place and she let out a defeated whimper.
“Aww, what’s wrong?” He pouted, his other hand tugging her hair to make her meet his gaze. “Does my impatient little slut need something?” The humiliation burned low in her gut but she was too far beyond it to even register.
“Pleeeeeease, I need your cock, Max, please.” She begged without hesitation and Max pulled her straight to him by the hair, meeting her in a hasty, gnashing kiss.
“That’s my good girl.” He growled into her mouth, releasing her hip to push his sweats down with one hand. “Gonna fucking wreck this perfect pussy, baby.” Getting his cock free, he dragged it through her folds and she whined. “Gonna claim this body so well that people that pass you in the street will know who you belong to.” His cock throbbed against her as he coated himself in her slick. She moaned when he rubbed over her clit, and he pulled her in close until their foreheads rested against each others. “Tell me you love me.”
“Hmm?” Riley’s eyes fluttered, trying to stay open through the haze. Max lined his crown up to her entrance and she blinked back at him with heavy lids.
“Tell me you love me.” He repeated, loosening his grip on her hair, hips rocking shallowly against her entrance.
“I love you, Max.” Her voice was raked over but he heard just fine. Pulling her into a crushing kiss, he jerked his hips, driving them up into her until he was fully seated. Her lips hung open, a silent cry vibrating through her body.
“I love you too, Ry.”
Pulling back, he started a relentless pace from the start. Hammering into her, he yanked her hair back, giving him access to the thin skin of her throat. His thick cock stretched her to her limit at a brutal pace, quickly winding the thread tight in her belly. When his thumb connected with her clit in rough circles, her hands grappled for nothing on the table, sending a lamp to the floor with a crash. She brought a hand up, clinging to his back as he drove into her harder and harder. The thread inside her stretched thinner and her nails dragged down his back, driving him rougher.
The table shook with their motions, colliding with the wall over and over, and he could feel her fluttering around him.
“That’s it, beautiful, taking this cock so nice for daddy. Gonna let me watch you come undone?” His lips were hovering just above her gaping mouth, moans flowing out in time with his thrusts as she hurtled toward her high. “Squeeze this cock, princess. Let me feel you.” He shifted his angle and drove hard into her, brushing her special spot as he heard the ominous crack.
“There! Right there! Don’t stop!” Her head tipped back, legs trembling, and Max obliged, firing his hips into the same spot at a brutal pace.
She felt the vibration from the snap of the table leg before she heard it, one last thrust from Max destabilizing the balance and sending them to the floor. They both groaned amongst the carnage but she couldn’t stop writhing against him, her orgasm so close before it was snatched away.
Cursing, Max shuffled them a few feet away, just to the base of her stairs. After a sloppy, needy kiss, his fingers clutching her jaw, he flipped her so she was leaned over the bottom stair. Gripping tight at her hips, he drove into her from behind and she lurched forward. His arm snaked beneath her, holding her tight to him as he rocked in and out of her, getting even deeper than before. Working up a rhythm, his other hand gripped her hair, tugging it so her back arched.
His hips snapped against her and she pushed back, off pace and needy. Her moans filled the space and Max leaned over her back, breath tickling her ear.
“That feel good, baby?” He groaned, her walls squeezing around him at the words. Nipping at her earlobe, he set to work on leaving another mark on her neck. She moaned her agreement, nails digging into the stairs. “Who owns this pussy?” She squealed when he reached down from her stomach to pinch her clit.
“You do! Fuck! You own this pussy!” She cried out and Max throbbed inside her. His hand drifted from her hair, settling around her throat, giving a trial squeeze. She moaned and snapped her hips back into him in approval, and he squeezed a little harder.
“That’s fuckin’ right I do.” He growled next to her ear. Bottoming out over and over, he strummed across her clit, feeling himself creep closer. “Should fill you up with my cum. Fuck a baby into this perfect body so everybody fuckin’ knows I own it.” Her moans pitched, legs shaking beneath them, but he didn’t relent. “Bet you’d fuckin’ like that, huh? Daddy’s little slut just dripping with my cum.”
“Fuck, yes, Max please I’m so close, pleeeease.” Her body twitched beneath his and he moved his fingers impossibly faster.
“You gonna milk this cock, baby? Come on, come with me, beautiful.”
His pace was punishing as her screams echoed around the hall. Her head was swimming, the pressure on her throat limiting her oxygen until color started to dot her vision. Max pulsed inside her, rubbing just against that spongy spot deep inside and the thread in her belly snapped, sending her brain hurtling over the edge. Then Max released his grip on her throat with a final hard thrust, spilling inside her, and oxygen rushed to her brain in a wave that would have bowled her over if he wasn’t clung so tight.
They stayed there together, shaking over the bottom stair, gasping for breath for what felt like hours. Limbs hit their breaking point and Max reluctantly pulled out of her, thumbing over cum dripping from her entrance as he sat back on his heels. She slumped down flat onto the stairs and he pulled her up into his lap, smoothing her hair down before laying a kiss.
“God, I love you so fucking much.” He whispered into her hair. This felt like the first time in his life he actually felt satisfied. Riley nuzzled into his neck, letting her body weight rest on him. Scattering kisses anywhere he could reach, he squeezed her tight to him.
“I love you too. A lot more than I probably should.” She spoke loftily, her brain still floating somewhere above the Great Barrier Reef. He chuckled into her hair, fingers tickling at her sides and she squirmed with a laugh.
“So is that a yes on the wedding, then?” He prompted, trying not to laugh too hard at her undignified snort.
“Not a chance, baby. Try taking me to dinner first.” She scoffed but he could hear the smile in her voice.
“Okay, so dinner, then marriage, yeah?” He tickled again and she backed further into him as if it would stop his attacks. Shaking her head, she squirmed in his lap. “No? I’m getting some very mixed messages here. I’m going to just have to assume its a yes.” She attempted to argue the point but was cut off when he scooped her up and laid her over his shoulder. Squealing, she thrashed in his arms but he ignored it. “Sorry, can’t hear you. Gotta get to bed, so late. so tired. We can pick this up tomorrow, but for now i’ll jot down that its a ‘yes definitely’ on the proposal.”
He trudged up her stairs with her slung over his shoulder, smacking her butt as he rounded the corner onto the second floor. She squirmed and shouted her objections but she knew as well as he did that she was perfectly content just where she was. And bed with him suddenly sounded like the greatest idea in the history of this planet.
So when he kicked the door to her bedroom open and tossed her down onto the bed, she didn’t fight it. And when he started the long crawl across her king sized mattress, she reached forward to drag him in. Because this was everything either of them ever needed and they weren’t waiting another second for it.
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Intertwined With the Inhuman
Hehe :D Heres the first chapter!
Cross posted on wattpad under Dontjudgemepels
chapter one: and so it begins
(next chapter: 2)
as I looked at the letter for the fifth time today, I still couldn't believe it.
I, Y/n L/n, got a free ticket to japan and a free ticket back as well. I am so happy that I kept entering into those raffles!
I packed up my bags and prepared every thing that I may need while in japan. Another thing that I'm happy about is that, since I kept entering into the raffles I have quite a lot of yen, as well as a free hotel room and some free- non- expiring tickets to various events, which makes my life as a college student extremely easy, and my summer all the more fun!
I texted my group chat:
three best friends in a room:
depression (jerry), Cat lover(you), and smart one (cherry (cher for short))
Cat lover:
I'm so excited, but I'm also sad, since I won't see y'all and I cant afford to pay for the out of county wifi. D:
Smart one:
Well, that part sucks but japan is a safe country, and plus It'll be a good way to relax after the school year. those finals were rough
Depression:
thats for sure, those finals fucked me up, I didn't sleep for four days to study and then right after them I slept for two and a half days straight!
Smart one:
...
Jerry that's not safe.
anyways...
Y/n take lots of pictures, get us souvenirs and have fun! that's the best thing you can do okay! And if you ever feel unsafe just call the cops on a public phone, okay?
Cat lover:
see this is why you're my smart friend, And I'll try to keep that in mind... Anyways, I have a flight early in the morning, love y'all I'll try to take lots of pictures and get you gifts and food lol! ttyl
depression:
...
I thought i was your smart friend too...
Cat lover:
You are!!
depression:
yea sure, anyway, have fun loser, we'll miss you
smart one:
...
cat lover:
...
depression:
?
cat lover:
awww you'll miss me :D
*depression has logged off*
cat lover:
pft...
Smart one:
ignore him, he's right tho, we will indeed miss you! so you'd better have enough fun for all of us! love you, and get to bed
*Smart one has logged off*
I turned my phone off smiling to myself, my friends are so great!
Time skip: the next day (3: 30am)
I ran around the house making sure I had everything, seeing that I did, I called my uber and let them know to pick me up.
I walked out the door, and brought my suitcases out with me, and sat at the curb to wait.
while I waited I decided to play some honkai star rail, since I wouldn't be able to play it in japan (no wifi and all)...
the sound of a car pulling up brought be back to reality, and a girl with rich dark skip stepped out, "are you, Y/n, the cat lover?" she asked.
"yes, are you Trina...?" I asked unsure.
"yes! yes I am, okay hop in, let me help you with your bags." she beamed.
the ride to the airport was nice, the time flew by as I talked with trina, she was a really nice person. As we talked I found out that she also played star rail and we bonded over that, at the end of the ride we made sure to exchange ids (in game).
I made my way into the airport after saying goodbye to trina.
After checking in, checking my bags, and going through security I went to sit at my gate (for the flight).
Time skip: In japan
the voice of the flight attendant woke me up:
"Welcome to japan, and thanks for flying with our airlines!"
and she said that i looked out the window, to see the airport in japan, it was quite something (especially knowing i went across the globe to come here).
"we will now begin un-boarding."
Time skip: at the hotel:
the hotel was beautiful, the pictures did it no justice. The hotel was supposed to be a more modern twist on a traditional japanese design.
There was a closet, a bathroom and plenty of other things in the suite.
I unpacked some into the room, putting my clothes into the closet, my toiletries into the bathroom, and organizing everything else.
after I was settled in and had showered I looked at my To-Do list
1- go to a shrine
'seems simple enough' I thought to myself as I changed into a modest outfit, and grabbed the map, smoothly making my way out the door.
Saying goodbye to the staff as I left and letting them know that I'd be out. (Y/n speaking no japanese the staff thankfully speak english too)
the staff were even nice enough to point me in the direction of the shrine that I wanted to go to.
thanking them, I ran out the door, eager to get there! I made my way down the roads following their directions.
after a while, I found myself lost.
"that's okay I have my phone, Gps is good for this." I said to myself as I pulled my phone out.
"no wifi"
"...l-I forgot about that." I said as I read the error message that showed up as I tried to use the gps app.
as I was cursing my luck a blue haired male bumped into me causing me to drop my phone.
"Sorry miss, here let me get it for you" he said as he bent down and grabbed my phone. handing it to me when he stood back up.
"oh don't worry about it, thanks." I responded
'he's so nice'
I looked up at him to meet his eyes only to be met with a mask covering them.
"say, sir, I'm lost do you mind giving me directions to the shrine." I asked, inwardly hoping that I wasn't bothering him.
"Why of course." he said as he continued to give me the directions
"Thank you so much" I said as he finished, " I really owe you one-"
I was about to offer to buy him coffee but I was interrupted by the shout of a mad in a black coat and glasses, with black hair.
"Dottore! we're going to be late." he shouted
'oh'
"I'll let you get going, sorry to take up so much of your time, thanks again." I said to him as I made my way to the shrine, finding it much easier now that i had clearer directions.
Time skip: at the shrine
I got a fortune slip, and some pictures for my friends. and on the way to the shrine I happened to see a traditional dango stand... so I had to get some
it was very good, Jerry would be very jealous.
The sun started to set, so I finished up my time at the shrine, concluding it by ringing the bell three times and praying.
time skip: at the hotel
It was so fun, as I came back into the suite room I set down my shoes and got ready for a shower, where I washed up for bed.
after the shower I put some of the things I got for my friends into my empty suitcase, before getting into the bed.
Sighing contently, I turned to the lamp next to me and turned it off. trying to get comfortable in the bed (you're wearing a robe to sleep in btw).
as I let my eyes wonder I was met with some lifeless blue eyes.
a small 'ah' left my lips as I shot up from the covers.
the eyes just stayed there, neither of use made an attempt to move.
"wh- what do you want?" I questioned quietly, almost a whisper.
as I said that the man began to move towards me , soon the bed dipped as he crawled towards me. we were face to face, I began to lean away from him, my body leaning into the mattress as his towered over me and leaned in closer.
if we had been lovers the position would have been romantic, but I had never seen this man.
I soon had no where to lean now and he was awfully close to my face. I turned my head away from him, which in turn gave him access to my neck, to which he buried his nose into, and he seemed to be swelling me.
"you smell so good" the ginger haired male said in a deep voice as he attempted to bury his head further into my next, where my neck met my collar bone.
when i suddenly felt something wet on my neck i reflexively pushed him, causing our eyes to meet once more.
"you're quite the interesting human, I wonder." he said as I shook slightly
"who-"
"why do you smell like dottore?" the ginger growled
at the name of the man I'd seen earlier I relaxed some, although i'm not sure why.
"huh, are you perhaps in some sort of relationship with that man?" he asked his voice laced with venom as he mentioned him. "Your body relaxed when I said his name."
I wanted to reply, I just couldn't find my voice.
'who was this man?'
"childe I do suggest you don't go marking that which isn't yours." a deep voice interrupted.
the two of us turned our attention to a grey older man, who was illuminated by the moon light.
the man's above me, childe, obliged and got off of me, which allowed me to sit up and scoot away.
looking at the grey older man once more, I noticed that he had some sort of mask covering half of his face. and I also noticed his eye and how it seemed to glow.
I gazed back to childe and noticed how he looked like dog following its master's rules.
"I do apologize about his behavior, it is almost the full moon and he must not have been able to control himself." the older man said.
I opened my mouth to speak, but ultimately didnt know how to respond, " Uh, I suppose it should be okay... as long as it doesn't happen again..." I said, unsure the entire time.
suddenly I saw a flash of blue and heard a thud.
childe was on the ground four feet from the bed, i suddenly felt two arms wrapping themselves around me, I looked around and I couldn't tell who's arms they were.
childe was on the ground and the older man's was still standing.
the person behind me began to lean down to where my neck met my collar bone.
"it's okay, it's just me" Dottores voice whispered against my skin and he loosened his grip on my waist, allowing me to turn around to see him.
In my fear ridden state I clung to him, my arms wrapped around his neck, and in turn his arms tightened around my waist.
"I'm sorry" I whispered to him, so quietly, that he almost didn't catch it.
he rubbed his hand on the small of my back and glared at childe, and said, "I don't know why you're apologizing, but if anyone should apologize it should be me."
His sudden confession caused me to look up at him, only for him to lean down into my exposed neck (the robe was now slightly disheveled now thanks to childe) and bit down, causing me to gasp in surprise.
a deep sense of sleep soon took over me, as I began to hear dottore gulp , and my vision faded in and out, before faded to black.
A/n:
>:D
How is everyone liking it so far?
also, im glad people here (tumblr) are enjoying this far more than the people on wattpad (which is a little surprising to me, but anyways.)
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Like Waves in the Ocean
Summary: Jensen surprises Y/N...more than once.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Lots of smut. Fluff, mainly at the end. Unprotected sex, PinV, light fingering, slightly rough sex, semi-public sex.
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N
Word Count: 2,037
A/N: So, thanks to the video above that Jensen posted and the imaginings of @charred-angelwings, I absolutely HAD to write this Jensen fic.
This will also count towards my 30 Days Writing Challenge. This story will be for the prompt: Use the title, Like Waves on the Ocean. (It just seemed like too perfect a fit!)
For someone who hadn't written a RPF in my life, all this hot af Jensen content lately is sure smashing down that wall. Cause this is now the 3rd entry in this little Jensen x Reader saga. The first two are:
The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair
2. Who's Blushing Now?
You don’t have to have read either of them, to read this one, but it might be more enjoyable. Plus who doesn’t love more Jensen smut! 🤤
As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse, who is single. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊
The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @firefly-graphics
As you walked out to the beach you looked out at Jensen on the water in the distance. He sat comfortably on the paddle board you'd rented for the weekend. Easier than buying and then lugging a personal one from home.
Plus it would have been hard for Jensen to surprise you with this trip to St. Lucia if he was carting around paddle boards and oars.
After the Toronto shoot had ended two weeks ago, you'd lamented to him that you so badly wanted to get out of the city. Jensen had merely nodded and grunted his agreement.
So, it hadn't occurred to you for a second, that your complaint would prompt him to book the two of you into a five day stay at the Calabash Cove Resort and Spa!
Since Toronto, you hadn't had a chance to see each other. It had been almost a full two weeks and you missed him like crazy.
Phone sex and sex over shitty Skype calls was not the same as having his magical hands on your skin. Sure, the man was very skilled at dirty talk, and still managed to give you incredible orgasms by watching him stroke his big hand up and down his cock while he described, in excruciatingly hot detail, every little thing he was going to do to your body the next time you were together.
But it could never be as good as him actually doing those things to you.
So when you picked him up at the airport the day before yesterday, it wasn't that surprising to you that he just booked you into the hotel there for the night. The two of you had barely made it through the hotel room door before you were ripping each other's clothes off.
But it was incredibly surprising yesterday morning when he'd woken you up with kisses and then told you to get ready for a trip.
You'd laughed at him, confused. "Excuse me?" You'd asked, wiping sleep from your eyes.
"I know you have no jobs booked for the next week, so instead, I booked you a surprise. Don't bother packing because whatever you need, we'll just buy there."
"Where?" You were laughing as he pulled you out of bed.
"It's a surprise. Come on baby, just throw your toothbrush in a bag and let's go!"
Despite his assurances, you packed a carry-on bag with a couple t-shirts and shorts and basic toiletries.
It wasn't until you got to the airport that you discovered where you were headed. At least what city and country. Jensen refused to to tell you anything about what resort you were going to. So the grandeur and oppulence of the Calabash Resort had made you speechless.
You spent yesterday evening getting a couple's massage in your room and then straining your muscles all over again, making slow, gentle love, lulled into peace and sensuality by your oiled muscles and the rhythmic sound of the ocean approaching and retreating from the shoreline.
As you watched Jensen now, being rocked slowly by those same waves, it hit you that your relationship, newly defined as it was, was a lot like the ocean's waves.
It was constantly shifting; as you discovered new aspects of each other's character, you approached and retreated from each other, sometimes reaching forward, willing to risk your heart, sometimes pulling back, still unsure, still scared.
Everything was still and ebb and flow, changing and altering like the tides.
As those same waves pushed him closer to the shore, you found yourself breathing a little harder at the vision he made.
His skin was tanned and glistening in the sunshine. His muscular, solid body never failed to make your core clench. No matter how many times you saw his naked form, how many times you got to watch his biceps and triceps strain against something heavy, or how many times you watched his back muscles ripple beautifully under his skin, no matter what, your reaction was always the same.
He made you breathless, made your heart race, soaked your panties through, and left you in awe that you were allowed to touch him, allowed to beg him to touch you.
He was yours, and that still felt like a surreal miracle.
When he was close enough to the shore, he hopped off the board and waded his way towards you.
As he emerged from the water you swallowed hard at the way his swim trunks clung to him, sticking to his hard, thick thighs like a second skin. They also pulled tight against the bulge you could see at the front of the brightly colored shorts. His broad chest was gleaming with droplets of water, his hair damp.
He dropped the paddle board on the sand and walked straight to you. You opened your mouth to ask him a question and forgot it immediately as his mouth crashed down on yours, taking advantage of your open mouth to sweep his tongue inside.
You moaned into him as he sucked on your tongue. He gripped your ponytail in his fist, roughly pulling your head to the side so he could suck and bite at your skin as his sinful lips moved down your neck.
"Fuck, Y/N it should be illegal for someone to look that hot in a plain black, one piece bathing suit." He growled in your ear.
He pulled away suddenly, but kept hold of your hand. He tugged you along behind him as he entered one of the wide tents placed along this stretch of private beach for those staying at the resort.
They were meant to be used to change in and out of bathing suits. And although Jensen pulled the one piece you were wearing down to your waist the second you walked into the shaded spot, you were pretty sure he didn't plan on using the space for it's intended purposes.
He bent and fixed his lips around your nipple, sucking hard. The action shot currents of heat straight to your core and you gasped and pulled his hair.
He growled and sunk his teeth into your skin; you yanked harder on his hair, head thrown back, mouth open.
Cupping your ass, he lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. Your arms encircled his neck and you licked the skin there, tasting salt - his sweat and the ocean waves. He was delicious and you couldn't help sliding your tongue across more of his bare skin.
He carried you over to the chaise lounger that had been provided inside the tent, and sat down. He leaned back against it, adjusting you so you were straddling him. He reached down, and pushed your bathing suit aside, swiping his blunt fingers through your slick.
He put his dripping fingers into his mouth, decadently licking your essence from the tips.
You moaned at the vision of his lush lips wrapped around his thick fingers, tongue swirling and sucking. You whined impatiently and ground yourself down against his cock; you could feel it through his shorts, pressing hard, warm and wet against your now bare pussy.
He popped his fingers out of his mouth and then folded his hands behind his head. He lifted his chin towards you.
"Well, pull it out, baby. It's all yours."
You moved your hands down to his trunks, reaching in and grasping his warm, throbbing cock.
Jensen's biceps flexed tight as he moved his hands behind his head to grip the back of the lounger, his fingers squeezing it hard as you stroked him.
"Fuck, Y/N! Yes, just like that. Take what you need baby!"
You needed no further encouragement to position yourself over him, ready to slide down and seat yourself fully on his lap. But you had to tease him a little, running the head of his cock slowly through your soaked folds.
His hips bucked up towards you and his expression promised that you would not get away with the teasing. Payback would be coming.
You panted at the thought and slid down his full length. Both of you moaned loudly as your cunt clenched around him.
You set a slow pace to start, knowing you'd tire out quickly in this position if you didn't pace yourself. Also it was an exquisite torture to feel every vein on his cock press into every single inch of your pussy. And the slower you went the more precisely you could feel them.
Jensen allowed you to be the driver for a while, throwing his head back and biting into his plush, pink bottom lip. You could see his stomach muscles straining as he fought the urge to drive into you.
But finally when he could take no more, he took over. With a guttural growl he sat up and wrapped his arm around your waist. He braced his other arm behind him. In this position he could slam into you, while simultaneously lifting you and then crashing you back onto his lap.
The sound of slick, hot, skin slapping together was obscene and loud in the small cotton tent.
You could feel you were both on the brink when Jensen brought his hand from behind him and circled his hard middle finger against your clit. You dug your fingernails into his shoulder blades, raking your nails down his sweaty back.
He growled harshly at the pleasure-pain you were causing him. He brought both hands to your hips, and then using his weight and momentum, he pushed you backwards on the chaise so that your head was hanging over the end. He continued to rail into you in this new position, all the blood rushing to your head and making you feel even more disoriented with pleasure.
He got to his knees and angled himself so that he was hitting your g-spot with every pass.
He held your hips in place above the chaise while he pistoned into you, shaking your whole body with the force of his thrusts.
Finally, with a deafening roar you felt him explode inside you, triggering your own climax to hit you, rolling over you and over you like waves in the ocean. Jensen fell heavily on top of you while your body continued to pulse from aftershocks.
As you both came back to reality, Jensen pulled out of you and climbed off of you.
"Shit, I'm sorry, darlin', I kinda crushed you there, didn't I? And you're gonna end up with a head rush." He said as he carefully helped you sit up.
"Mmm..nnooo." You mumbled as you waved away his concern. "That was incredible!"
You shifted so you were sitting his lap again and reached up for his mouth. Pulling him to you, you kissed him long and deep.
You pulled back to breathe and panted against his lips. "You are incredible."
You thought he might make a flippant or teasing remark about your praise of him, but instead he cupped your jaw and lowered his lips back to yours. But his kiss was all softness, gentle and languid, soft brushes of his mouth over yours, followed by the undemanding press of his lips.
He pulled back and pushed his hands through your hair.
"You're more than incredible, Y/N. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And maybe this is too soon, and maybe I'm gonna freak you out, but...I love you."
You stared at him, unblinking.
He ducked his head and looked away. "You don't have to say it back, I mean...I don't expect you to - oof!"
The rest of his sentence was cut short as you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and over-balancing the chaise, knocking it backwards.
He bore the brunt of the impact, with you landing completely on top of him. He was laughing though, as you smothered him with kisses.
He took hold of your cheeks and halted the onslaught. "I take it then, you didn't mind me saying it?"
"Um - no, Mr. Ackles, I definitely did not mind you saying it." You grinned at him. "Mind if I say it back?"
Jensen's smile was pure sunshine. "Well, if actions speak louder than words, I think the concussion you just gave me might be enough."
He kissed you hard and fast. "But you can say it anyway.
"I love you, Jensen."
The waves crashed loudly outside the humid tent, but as you leaned down to once again capture his plush lips with yours, you realized that you'd finally found your safe harbor.
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what happens in vegas… - mark estapa
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“He’s fine”
“No he’s not” You argue, “He’s just saying he is” Luke sighed as he watched you type furiously on your phone.
“Have you talked to him? Has anyone?” You were supposed to be in Montreal with him but you had to cancel last minute and Mark assured you it was okay but you still felt horrible. So, you were at home, in Michigan, watching the draft with Luke.
“I haven’t since a couple hours ago but I’m sure Eddy’s talked to him” Luke nods, pulling out his phone, presumably to text Ethan. You’re about to ask what you should do for Mark when your phone starts ringing. You don’t have to look to know who it is; excusing yourself from Luke, you walk down the hall, away from everyone so that you can talk to Mark in private.
“Hey Marky” You answer quietly, unsure what mood your best friend would be in.
“Were you watching?” His voice is rough and you feel a sharp pang hit your heart.
“Yeah-”
“You shouldn’t have. It was a waste”
“Mark…” You sighed.
“Don’t try to make me feel better, okay? I just… I don’t want to think about it anymore” You knew better than to push your luck with this so you bit your tongue, changing the subject instead.
“You’ll be home tonight, right?”
“Yup, heading to the airport now”
“Okay” You let out a breath, “See you later then”
…
Three solid knocks on your front door sent you running through your house, desperate to see your best friend.
“Hey- woah!” Mark stumbled back when you flung yourself into his arms. “What’s going on?”
“I missed you and I know you don’t want to talk about it but I’m sorry, I really wish things had gone better” You could feel him deflate in your arms but it was only for a second before he squeezed you tight.
“I missed you too” It had only been about a week since you last saw him. “But I actually have some news”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm can I come in or do I have to tell you out here?” You rolled your eyes, dragging him into your house. You two ended up in the kitchen and you slid a drink to him, waiting for him to crack it open before he finally tells you the news. “I was invited to Vegas for development camp”
Your eyes widen and your arms shoot up in the air in excitement. “Mark! That’s amazing!” You hug him quickly and he laughs, thanking you in between.
“Yeah it’s next week so…”
“You’ll be gone next week?” You ask, feeling almost a little dejected. Although you’re quick to stuff that down because it’s not fair, Mark’s doing big things, really important things and you shouldn’t be upset with him for missing something as silly as your birthday.
“I know we were going to go to Toronto with everyone but…” You we’re officially going to be legal in Canada so Brendan decided months ago that your birthday trip would be to Toronto and everyone would meet there for a few days. The plans weren’t very well thought out since a lot of the guys would be at their respective development camp but you were still excited to go be with some of your friends again.
“What? No, c’mon it’s fine!” You waved your hand, smiling as if that would make your words more true. It was fine. You weren’t going to stop him from following his dreams just so you could go drink in Canada.
“Y/n…” He said quietly. You could tell he felt bad and you absolutely hated it.
“Mark…” You mocked right back at him. “I’m serious, we can go another time, it’s not a big deal”
“Why don’t you come with me?” Mark’s eyes lit up, as if he just came up with it on the spot.
“What?”
“My parents can’t go so I was just going alone but you should come! I mean you won’t be able to legally drink but… Moyle’s gonna be there! He can get us shit and we’ll party in the hotel room” Mark’s mind was running a mile a minute, the plan unfolding as he spoke.
“Nolan’s going?” You ask, confused as ever.
“Yeah and Briss will be there. C’mon Y/n/n it’ll be fun!” You’re pretty sure he was already looking for flights so there was no point in saying no.
“Okay fuck it let’s go to Vegas” You still had to talk to your parents but with how much they love Mark, you’re sure there would be no problem.
…
“You’re so stupid” Luke groaned over facetime that night. He was busy training for his World Juniors tryout camp but as soon as he got the text about your impromptu trip, you had an incoming call.
“Wha- Luke!” You whined which made him laugh.
“Sorry, you and Mark are stupid” Luke said with a grin. “Do you really think this is going to end well?” He asks, raising an eyebrow and when you don’t answer right away, he must take it as you don’t understand because he kindly begins to explain it to you. “You’re going to Vegas. With Mark. Mark Estapa, the guy you’ve liked since you met him but have been too scared to make a move”
Okay so maybe you liked Mark. He was a good guy, he took care of you at school and made sure you got home safe from parties, even if it meant walking across campus in the dead of winter. Mark was… he was your best friend but your relationship with him was very different than your relationship with Luke, your other best friend.
“I’m not scared” You weakly defend.
“Yeah okay” Luke scoffed.
“I’m going to Vegas with my best friend and you’re not ruining it for me”
“I’m not stopping you… just don’t make me say ‘I told you so’ when you come home” Luke said with a smirk.
“What exactly are you telling me Hughesy?” You sigh, not sure if you actually want to hear any more from him.
“If you go on this trip, you’re not coming out of it single” You laughed. Loudly.
“I managed a whole school year Luke, I’ll be fine” Luke shrugged, shaking his head.
“Alright say hi to Mark for me, unless you’re too busy kissing then don’t worry about it”
“Goodbye Luke” You say, rolling your eyes as you hang up.
…
“Welcome to Vegas, Baby!” Brendan yells as he slings an arm around you, dragging you out of the airport while Mark trails behind, dragging both of your suitcases.
“Where’s Nolan? Is he here already?” You ask as you watch the boys pack all the bags into the back of Brendan’s car.
“You just saw me for the first time in months and you’re asking about Moyle?” Brendan asks, offended.
Mark laughs and you smile, sliding into the seat next to him as Brendan gets in the drivers seat, taking a double take at the empty passengers seat beside him.
“What am I? A fucking Uber?” Brendan shrieks. “Ugh I didn’t know I’d be signing up for a week with the lovebirds, you guys are even worse than you were in AA, now you can’t be separated in the same car?” Luckily, the playful teasing from your friends wasn’t anything new but that didn’t stop you both from blushing.
You stayed quiet, watching out the window as the Las Vegas Strip came into view. Brendan talked almost the whole drive with Mark answering whenever he could get a word in.
Brendan helped you guys cart your stuff up to your room before disappearing, promising he’d be back later with Steve and Nolan, ready to celebrate your birthday. You asked him to bring along any other cute boys he found along the way; he laughed, Mark scowled.
…
“Happy Birthday to Y/n!” You winced as the boys serenaded you fairly off key but you clapped at the end anyways.
“Now drink!” Brendan cheered, sliding shots in front of each of you.
Your little birthday party had been going on for a couple hours now. Brendan had been forcing everyone to take a shot every 20 minutes, it was like he had a timer going. Nolan and Steve were honestly almost passed out on the couch while you sat with Mark on one bed and Brendan was sprawled on the other.
“We should go out” Brendan says suddenly, shooting up from the bed.
“We’re all underage” Mark points out and then glances at the couch, “The only two legal ones are already too far gone” You giggle when Nolan’s hand rises, flipping Mark off.
“I’m going out” Brendan announces, typing away on his phone.
You look to Mark who just shrugged, watching as Brendan moved around your hotel room, collecting his things.
“Take those two with you, they’re not crashing here” Mark said motioning to the two older boys. Brendan huffed but agreed, helping them off the couch and towards the door.
“Happy birthday kid” Steve slurred as he tripped out the door. You giggled into Mark’s shoulder.
“Be safe!” Nolan yelled as Brendan shoved him out of the apartment, the door closing quickly behind them.
The room is quiet except for the music still pumping through the speaker connected to Mark’s phone but you don’t say anything. You look up at Mark, he’s staring into space and it makes you laugh for some reason which then steals his attention.
“What?” He asks, laughing a little. You giggle in response, realizing just how much of an affect the alcohol has taken on your body tonight.
“You’re so pretty” You say with a straight face before breaking out in giggles.
“You’re prettier” Mark says back with a wink. “C’mon, let’s go walk around”
“It’s like 1 in the morning” You check your phone before looking up at a grinning Mark.
“We’re in Vegas, the city that never sleeps”
“That’s definitely not Vegas”
…
You were thoroughly drunk. Mark was practically carrying you down the Strip while you two giggled away. You were gone for an hour before you made your way back to your hotel, stumbling through the lobby like it was your first day walking.
Mark guided you into the elevator and pressed the button to your floor as you leaned tiredly into him. “Mark”
“What?” He asked, looking down at you.
“I’m a horrible friend” You say suddenly, feeling tears prick at your eyes.
“What- no, you’re not! You’re my best friend!” Mark slurred, stumbling through his words.
“I’ve been lying to you for months, that makes me bad”
Mark froze. The elevator doors dinged as they slid open but Mark stayed rooted in his place, staring down at you.
“Lying?” He said after a moment, clearing his throat.
“I’m sorry Mark, please don’t be mad, I swear I didn’t want to ruin this but I should’ve told you. Just please don’t hate me” Your mind was running a mile a minute, trying to redeem yourself and save the sinking ship that was your and Mark’s friendship.
“Hey, no, I would never” Mark grabbed your hand, pulling you down the hall and into your room, shutting the door behind you. He expected you to head to bed but you stayed standing in front of him, obviously signalling that the conversation wasn’t over. “You can tell me, you know. Whatever it is, I promise I won’t be mad”
In that moment, something told you there was no going back from this. Maybe it was the softness in his eyes or maybe it was the way his thumb brushed against the back of your hand. Whatever it was, it made you think of Luke.
“Ugh Luke’s gonna kill me” You we’re already dreading having to tell him he was right.
Luke was unfortunately never wrong, especially when it came to you. However, this time you weren’t sure you were that upset about it.
“Luke?” Mark asked, not having a clue as to what Luke has to do with anything.
You decided… no time like the present. “I like you” You blurted. “I’ve liked you since I met you and I really hope you like me too but if you don’t… what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas so you can’t tell anyone!” It was your loophole. A stupid one but nonetheless, a loophole. Nobody would find out about this embarrassing confession because Mark couldn’t tell a soul, due to Las Vegas law.
“You like me?” Mark echoes, trying to figure out if what you were saying was in fact true. You just nod.
Mark is at a loss for words but luckily, he does t need any. He leans down, closing the gap between you two and suddenly his lips are against yours and then, fireworks are exploding because you are kissing Mark. Mark Estapa is kissing you!
Once you break away, Mark’s looking at you with a soft, fond look and you can’t help the blush that rises to your cheeks.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that” He says happily. “But… how does Luke fit in with this?”
You fill Mark in on everything Luke said about this trip and even some of the stuff he’s said in the past about you two. Mark informs you of the relentless chirps he got all season from the boys and it makes you laugh. After talking about it, you realize you’ve both practically been in love with each other all year but had yet to voice it so it obviously went unnoticed.
“We’ve kinda been stupid huh?” Mark asks and you laugh, agreeing.
“Yeah but it’s okay, I like ‘em a little dumb anyways” You wink and Mark shakes his head.
“Shut up” He tugs you closer and suddenly he’s kissing you again. You can feel him grinning into the kiss which makes you smile.
Everything feels so surreal. You’re in Vegas with the boy you like who apparently likes you back. Maybe this is the one thing that happens in Vegas that doesn’t necessarily have to stay in Vegas.
#mark estapa x reader#mark estapa imagine#mark estapa fic#michigan wolverines#hockey writing#hockey fic
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Jealousy and Misunderstandings || ERIC CARR
[Eric Carr x Fem!Model!Reader]
Summary: reader is not usually jealous over the groupies that sworm around your boyfriend but after a bad night and an especially driven groupie you break
Warnings: Jealousy (obviously), misinterpretations, insecurities, kind of a panic attack
Masterlist
A/N: I don’t like writing for real life people but here I am and I’m writing for KISS
Today has been a rough day. Your modelling manager didn’t think dating the drummer of a rock band would be good for your reputation and things led to another and now you need a new manager.
Not only that, but you were suppose to be meeting Eric four hours before he was on stage but due to delays and cancellations at the airport, you only arrived ten minutes before they had to start playing.
By the time you got backstage, you could only wave at him as he ran on stage.
You’ve been exhausted all day so after standing there for one and half hours you decided Eric wouldn’t mind if you went and sat in the joint dressing room, it’s not like he can see you standing there anyways and he’s always saying you don’t have to stand there for hours like you usually do.
So you give a smile to the crew men, letting one know to tell Eric where you were, and walked to the room. When you arrived, you sat down on the couch and started reading through one of their magazines but it only took a minute for to you fall asleep.
The concert ended in another hour and the four men wandered into their room, waking you up.
“Y/N!” Eric smiled as he saw you sitting on the sofa and came and hugged you. You kisses his painted cheek.
“Sorry about that. I just needed to sit down for ten minutes but I must’ve dropped off,” You apologise.
“No, no. Don’t apologies it’s fine,” his smile seemed fake, something was on his mind.
“You sure it’s okay?” You ask.
“Of course.”
“Hey Y/N,” Paul greeted as he sat beside you and swung an arm around your shoulders, “I think some people are coming in.”
“Okay,” You smile as you look back up to talk to Eric but he seemed to have moved without you noticing to the other side of the room. Weird.
“Want a drink?” Ace asks.
“Please,” You sigh. He throws you whatever beer the manager has provided them with.
“Is Eric okay?” You ask the man beside you.
“I think so, why?” Paul furrows his eyebrows as he turns to look at you.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” you hum as you take a sip of the alcohol beverage in your hands.
After 5 minutes the groupies and other fans came wondering in the room. Usually you don’t mind them, you’re a model you have the mostly male equivalent, but a certain blonde girl got on your nerves. She clung to Eric and for some reason he didn’t quickly politely point you out like he usually does.
Paul found himself sitting next to you again after chatting up a woman who turned out to be in a committed marriage.
“I thought you and him had no groupies rule,” Paul commented after watching Eric evidently flirt with the girl. This confirmed it wasn’t just you being silly because he noticed it to.
“We do..” You sigh, not taking your beady eyes of the girl who hand was sliding up and down Eric’s arm and getting closer and closer every time she opens her stupid little month.
You’ve always been scared that you’d lose Eric to a groupie, or worse you already have. This thought wouldn’t leave your head. If he had already slept with someone you wouldn’t even know, you can sometime beapart for weeks at a time.
“I’m gonna get going,” You inform Paul, “can you tell Eric when I’m gone?”
“Oh. Well I think we’re heading back to the hotel soon anyways,” Paul nods, “do you want Eric’s room number.
“No I’ll be alright. I think I’m going to get my own room tonight,” you stand up and swing your bag on your shoulder. Before leaving, you turn back to look at your boyfriend, but as you did the girl pulled him into a kiss. As soon as that action happened you turned your head and stormed out the building.
You were in the car park and walking towards your rental, you couldn’t stop the thoughts swirling around your head. You’ve risked so much to be with him. Just today you fired the manager who was deemed the best modelling manager in the US. You’ve turned down modelling gigs abroad because Eric just got back from a tour so you could be with him, you have taken time out of your eventful life just to fly around going to his concerts to support him. And how does he repay you? He kisses a girl INFRONT of you!
You didn’t even make it to the car before tears spilled out of your eyes furiously. Your breathing sped up and your hands were shaking so much you couldn’t even open the car door.
5 Minutes Earlier
Eric pushes Angie off him as soon as her lips touches his. “Woah!” Eric breathes as he pushes her off him. “I have a girlfriend!”
“It didn’t sound like that when you were flirting with me,” she scoffs as she folds her arms and walks off towards Gene, who was already chatting up three women.
He started looking around the room trying to find you, just to explain what happened, but he couldn’t see you. Where you were sat was now occupied by someone else.
“Paul. Where’s Y/N?” He asks his band mate.
Paul looked at his friend with disappointment. He’s been close friends with you for the past 6 years, he is the one who introduced the two of you when he first joined the band, and he’d be damned if Eric thinks he can break your heart and not face any consequences.
“Well after fifteen minutes of watching you and that groupie bat your eyes at each other, she left to get a hotel room. Not without watching you two kiss,” Paul looks at Eric with anger in his eyes.
“No!” He runs his hands through his own hair. “I can explain I promise. I need to find her!”
“Alright I’ll come to,” Paul nods, choosing to believe him.
Ace joined the pair, apparently he needed to retire early anyway, and the trio headed out and onto the car parks - still in makeup.
“Wait is that Y/N?” Ace pointed out the figure.
You had your hand on the window and your other hand on the door handle as you attempted to slow down your breathing as tears stream down you cheeks.
“Y/N-” Eric begins to call before Paul pushes him back.
“Let me talk to her first,” Paul states as he walks to you and places a hand on your back.
“Hey Y/N?” He asks. “Eric wants to explain.”
“Yeah,” you sob. “Tell him to piss off.”
“Y/N.. Talk to him,” he sighs. You nod and he walks back to where Ace and Eric are stood. Your boyfriend then walks towards you.
“I’m so so sorry,” Eric nervously mumbles. Scared that he’ll make you cry more if he speaks any louder. “I didn’t kiss her back. I promise you that as soon as I realised what was happening I pushed her off me. Even ask Ace he saw it happen.”
“You may have not kissed her but you did push her off you as she was feeling you up did you?” Your face turned from sadness to anger as you moved your body to look at him.
“I know! I can explain that to,” he looks down at the floor in shame.
“Go on then,” you cross your arms.
“It’s just..” he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I started to get a bit jealous every time you and Paul got touchy. It’s stupid I know! But I went to Ace for advice and he told me to get you jealous. Now that I think about it he was pretty drunk and was watching some weird teenage soap opera.”
If it was anyone else who said that you would not believe it but it was such an Eric thing to do. “You promise that is what happened?” You lift his head up to look at you by pushing his chin up with your index finger.
“Yes!” He nods. “I love you and you know that. Why would I do anything to lose my beautiful model girlfriend?”
“It was pretty stupid what you did y’know?” You chuckled.
“I know! I know!” He smiles sheepishly as you pulled him into a kiss.
The pair of boys behind us cheered.
#kiss#kiss x reader#kiss band#eric carr#eric carr x reader#paul stanley#gene simmons#ace frehley#ace frehley x reader#the fox#starchild#spaceman#the demon#catman
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Calling The Old Man Out
Of all the people in Max's life, and on the grid at large, no one has ever had the courage to call Jos out on his treatment of his son. Either too scared to cause conflict, or too scared of retaliation.
Until, in Singapore, his new daughter-in-law does.
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If there's anything that separates Juliette Verstappen from her three brothers, it's an uncanny ability to tell when something bad is going to happen. She's had it since she can remember, this sixth sense for impending danger to herself or to someone she loves. She felt that crash at Silverstone coming, she couldn't even watch the races that cost Jules and Anthoine their lives, to name a few instances of this flaring up within herself. Juliette feels it again, once the family land in Singapore for the grand prix, this one has always been rough for Max, his white whale so to speak. The one he just can't get to work out properly. She looks to her father-in-law, if he should even be afforded the title at all, and her husband of a little over a month. The tenth of august feeling so fresh in her mind still. Max is, as ever, the very picture of calm, riding a ten race win streak. Jos, however, seems as cagey as usual. The picture of a man taking credit for his adult son's success. Juliette reaches for Max's hand, the hand his wedding ring is on, and squeezes it gently. They share their usual look, and get in their car to the hotel.
Once at the hotel, they go to unpack in their room. Max hangs his jacket up, Juliette slumps down in an armchair. ''God, I'm tired.'' Max lies down on the sofa, he says, agreeing with his wife. ''Join the club, liefje.'' He asks her. ''Julia, the look you gave me in the airport, is it happening again?''
Juliette says, knowing exactly what he's referencing. ''I don't know, it feels like it might be, but it's nothing to do with you.''
Max asks, half joking-half serious as he sits up to look her in the eye properly. ''You aren't, we aren't... y'know, yet, are we?'' Juliette laughs, she isn't, not yet, but someday hopefully. ''No, I'm not pregnant, amour, I'd know if I was.''
They order some dinner, and get some sleep. Out right away from the longest day of their lives.
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Juliette decides to rest up over media day, and goes down to the track with Max for free practice. Singapore is the race that Max struggles with most, the only one he hasn't won yet. Max doesn't let on about it much, but it does piss him off, of all the tracks he's won on, some much more difficult than this one, he struggles here. But, for all intents and purposes, practice goes really well. ''Feeling good about this one, Max?''
Max kisses her cheek, running his thumbs over the backs of her hands. ''Yeah, for a change, this one doesn't feel like a complete write off. And, it's a night time street race, if I don't get it, Checo will.'' Juliette runs her hand through her husband's slick dirty blond hair. ''Exactly. But, positive energy, okay?''
Max locks his hands together at the small of her back, they've always fit together so well, like two perfectly fashioned puzzle pieces. ''Oh, of course, love. And, my good luck charm is right here in my arms.'' She flushes, and kisses him on the lips. Just two and a half years ago they had to hide this, now they're married. Who would've thought? Some thought they were rushing into this, but why wait if it feels right? ''Charles, they're being gross again!'' They split apart at hearing Lando. ''You mean they're being gross still, Lan?'' Charles corrects him.
Max says, an eyebrow raised. ''Didn't see you both complaining at the wedding.''
Juliette jokes, kissing her husband's cheek before he has to go off for media. ''They're just jealous, darling.'' Max nods, kissing her shoulder to drive the point home. ''Damn right.''
Max goes off for press, Juliette says. ''Lan, Charlie, can I talk to you both, please?''
They sit down with some smoothies. ''What's going on, papillon?'' Charles asks his sister. ''You know that 'Julia Sense' thing you and Enzo always talk about? Well, it's back.''
Lando, Julia's closest friend on the grid, asks her. ''What's gonna happen, Julia?'' They and Max alike know her instincts are never wrong, so always take her seriously on this. ''I don't know, that's the problem. But, I am getting bad vibes from my father-in-law, that's for sure.''
Charles chuckles, stirring his drink with the straw. ''Don't we all, papillon, don't we all.'' Be that as it may, Juliette is married to that man's wonderful son. That's the paradox of it all to her, how does someone like him turn out a lovely man like Max? That was Sophie, it had to be. ''I know, Charlie, but anything he does or says to Max concerns me too now, I can't just let him hurt my husband.'' She can't, and she won't.
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Her instincts are proven semi-right after Jos storms out of the garage when Max ends up in P11 for the race on sunday. Then, the actual race itself comes on sunday night. Before the race begins, Max gets himself ready, he's pacing the length of his motorhome, turning his wedding ring on its finger, trying to will himself to a win here. Juliette enters from talking to Charles. She says nothing, and takes him into her arms, breathing slowly, he follows her lead, calming himself through her. ''Go out there, and give it all you can, that is all I'll ever ask of you, Max.'' And, that's everything and more to him, from the most important person in his world.
Max presses a kiss just behind her ear, and says. ''I love you, you know that, right?''
Juliette presses her lips to his hair. ''I do, and I love you.''
Max is called for the race, he climbs into Rocky, and is wheeled into his P11 spot, he's won from here before, last season in Budapest. And, for his wife, he will do it again.
Juliette watches her husband on the screens from the Red Bull garage, finally Charles doesn't complain about her never being in the Ferrari garage. It's funny, the rings and her new last name are now instant argument winners. Max is doing so well, briefly dropping down near last, but easily making up for lost time after his pitstop. Carlos is runaway first, capitalizing on his pole position with ease. In the closing phase of the race, Max makes his way up into fifth. But, it just wasn't meant to be this year, Carlos wins. With Lando and Lewis rounding the podium out.
Juliette so wanted to be the first to greet Max after the race, as Carola does for Checo mere meters away from her. But, as predicted, Jos gets there first. ''How the hell can't you win this one, Max? It shouldn't be this fucking hard for a two time champion to win one race like this!'' He rants to his only son. ''You can win every other race, but this one eludes you, why? What's going wrong for you every time you race here?'' Max looks so much like the thirteen year old he was when they first met. Her lion brought to heel by this asshole, but, this lioness can roar too. ''Jos, that's enough, GP - can you go fetch Christian for me, please?'' Juliette says.
GP nods, equally protective of his driver as Julia is of her husband. ''Now, Jos, what on earth do you think gives you the right to talk to a two time champion like that?''
Jos simply shrugs. ''I'm his father. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?''
Juliette flashes her rings, the symbol of her seniority in this dynamic. ''I'm Max's wife, I outrank you. If my papa ever spoke to us like that, maman would have killed him. Max fought like a champion out there, as he always does, no thanks to you.'' Jos is turning a shade of Ferrari red, good, he deserves it. ''I no longer have my papa, but I know he would never treat us the way you treat Max. My husband is a million times the man and driver you could ever dream of being.''
Jos fumes. ''How dare...''
Juliette says, cutting him off right away. ''I dare easily. I have loved your son since I knew what love meant, I love him unconditionally, win or lose. Why can't you do the same?'' She takes Max's hand, and leads him to somewhere quiet. Max collapses into her arms, shaking but not sobbing as she thought he'd be. Juliette is still heated herself, wound like a spring, ready to snap if anyone comes near them. ''Max, I'm sorry...''
Max says, finally breathing deeply. ''No, don't apologize, not to me, not for that. I guess someone had to snap at him someday, I just didn't expect it to be you.''
Juliette kisses his forehead, cupping his perfect face in her quivering hands. ''I'm your wife, Max, and I'm not scared of him.'' Max kisses her on the lips. ''I love you, schatje, I have the most lovely wife ever.'' Juliette says, finally calming down. ''I love you, mon vainqueur, my wonderful husband.''
After Max showers and changes out of his race gear, they go back to their hotel room, waiting for the inevitable social media storm to come their way.
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They're up early for their flight to Suzuka the following morning, this one will no doubt be much better for Max, he's always loved Japan. Juliette is on temporary leave from work, she'll be with her husband until this thing is won. Once they load up their car with their bags, they notice Jos is nowhere to be found. ''Where's my dad?''
Checo says. ''He's gone back to Europe.''
Juliette says, anxious now. ''Max, I am so sorry, I didn't want this to happen, I just...''
Max lovingly cups her face in his hands, and kisses her lips gently, stopping her from spiraling before she can start. ''Julia, love, it's okay. Someone had to step in, and I'm glad it was you. I'm an adult, I don't need him at every race.''
Carola says, looking fiercely proud of the youngest of the Red Bull power couples. ''That was epic last night, hermanita.'' Juliette laughs a bit, allowing herself that at least. ''Muchas gracias, Carola.'' She says.
They're driven to the airport, and board their flight to Japan. Juliette gets a call from her brother. ''Salut, Charlie, bonjour.'' She says. Charles just sounds impressed by her. ''Well, papillon, both you and Carlos are trending on social media today. Looks like you calling Jos out was caught on broadcast.''
Juliette puts her head back, and closes her eyes. ''Seriously? That man abuses my husband for twenty years, but I'm trending for calling him out?'' She dares to ask Charles. ''What's everyone saying?'' Charles laughs. ''Nothing bad, just saying how badass you are.'' Juliette breathes a sigh of relief, somehow hearing that from one of her brothers helps the anxiety abate somewhat. ''Oh, okay, that's good at least. I'll see you in Suzuka.''
Charles says. ''See you later, papillon.'' She hangs up, feeling herself calming down. Julia rests her aching head on her husband's shoulder, he presses a kiss to her head as she nods off. She can only hope and pray that this is the breaking of the cycle for Max, and for any children of theirs to come in the future, because Jos isn't getting to be a grandpa until he can be a dad. Maybe their kids won't get either grandfather in the picture, but that's a risk they're both willing to take.
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The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023
title: master of the house
prompt: role play (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)
pairing: alex/q (love is not enough)
word count: 3180
masterlist | ao3 🍎
Jay had quite the stories to tell for him, but there was something about Q in particular with the scars on her lower belly and the way she watched him from the other side of the bed. The broach of the taro root followed him in the corner of his eye all the way to across the Atlantic Ocean, but Q kept silent all the way to Cardiff. He knew that he had to give her something special for their brief time in Wales together.
As the plane descended over the Irish Sea followed by the lush countryside down below before the outskirts entered their view, he thought about the scars on her skin as well the ones on her psyche. Jay had scars as well, but there was something to Q, however. Something that made him glance over to the distant expression on her face as well as the frizz to her hair; when he glanced back to Jay and the peaceful slumbering expression on her own face as well as the petals of the broach, he could feel the flutter in his chest as well as his stomach. But he looked back over to Q and he could feel a slight yearning within him.
The plane touched down on the tarmac, which in turn jarred Jay awake. She adjusted her hat and showed him a smile.
“Welcome to Wales,” he told her with a smile back to her.
“I have roots here,” she replied.
“Really?” He raised his eyebrows at that.
“Oh, yeah! I’m French, Belgian, Welsh, and Irish on my mom’s side, and Scandinavian, Portuguese, and Baltic on my dad’s side.”
“Wow. That’s fascinating.”
“I’m sure your story is interesting, too,” she pointed out.
“Eh. I’m Ashkenazi Jewish. There is a hell, and we have seen it, but we know how to fight, though.”
“For thousands of years, no less,” she insisted. “
All the while, Q remained silent, and more so as they stepped off the plane and padded through the airport to the main entrance: the rest of the band was a few hours out, and thus, they had time to themselves for a while. Jay adjusted the brim of her hat and beamed up to the gray sky overhead.
“What’cha thinking about?” he asked her with a kiss on the side of her neck, and she lifted herself up onto her toes at the feeling.
“I’m gonna look around for any places we can get our paws on lingerie,” she told them with a wink. “I could also get us something to eat, too, if we’d like.”
“Yeah, we could check into our room and then we’ll join in on the walking around,” Q added. “You know how we do it over here across the Atlantic, Jay Mama.” She flashed her a wink, to which Jay puckered her lips at her in response.
“We’re gonna be at the hotel right around the corner up here—” He pointed up the street to the first corner away from the noise of the airport. “It’s got a red roof, can’t miss it.”
“I’ll be right back, baby,” Jay promised him. He gave her another kiss on the neck before she padded away from them: a fine mist fell upon their heads, all while he watched her go all the way to the corner off to the right. Once she bowed around the bend in the road, he turned his attention to Q, who remained there at his left.
“Can I talk to you?” he asked her in a soft voice.
“Of course,” she assured him, and they began walking up the street, in the opposite direction towards the hotel in question.
“Seeing as we’re in Wales, and Jay’s gone off into town, what say you and I enjoy this time to ourselves?” he suggested. “I feel like I barely know you, so I want to get to know you.”
“Oh, there’s not much, baby,” she told him with a shake of her head and shrug of her shoulders. “I’ve had my journey through the world of sex. I’ve been ill, I’ve had my heart broken many times before, my mother is a widow…”
“Really?”
“Yeah, my dad died a couple of years ago. Cancer.”
“Oh, jeez, that’s horrible,” he lamented.
“It’s been rough, but—just like Jay—I do what I can, though. I like to go back home and be with my mom, you know, just so she’s not by herself because my aunt, my uncle, my grandma, and her friends can only do so much. Jay and I both have our battle scars, and we walk through the streets in search of healing ourselves.” They reached the corner, and he led her across the street to the opposite corner. Indeed, just prior to the corner up ahead stood that bright red roof behind a cafe and a bookstore, both of which looked to be closed for the rainstorm over Wales.
“It’s funny because Jay’s actually really insecure,” she added once they reached the sidewalk on the other side of the street.
“Feeling good around me but insecure elsewhere,” he muttered.
“My mom says it’s the curse of the tomboy,” she continued. “They’re hot but they don’t realize it.”
“I knew a few girls like that,” he recalled. “Some of the best female friends I’ve ever known, too. It was like they knew how to treat me well, and they often flirted with me, too.”
“You are quite the decadent specimen, baby,” she told him as they reached the front door of the hotel. She did the honors of checking them into their room, as well as the added tidbit that Jay was to show up to the room within the next hour or so.
Their room was up on the second floor, just so it looked out to the city of Cardiff in all its coziness there under the gray of the wispy clouds from the North Sea. The dark red velvet curtains over the little square window made everything even softer and cozier. The entire room smelled of fresh linen and peppermint, accentuated by the red and white striped wallpaper of the walls and the dark red wine-colored duvet covers on the beds.
Q set her things down before the dresser on the edge of the room, and she gave her hair a gentle toss.
He peeled off his jacket and hung it up on one of the hangers on the silvery rung right next to the door. It was right then he had an idea, and thinking about it brought the butterflies to his stomach.
He was alone with Q, and it would be some time before Jay returned to them with something to eat as well as some slinky lingerie.
He bowed into the bathroom with his travel bag still slung over his shoulder, and he set it down on the floor before the bathtub. He continued to think about the scars on her lower belly, the way that they resembled to commas on her skin, as he searched around for the right shirt, the one packed at the very bottom to protect the smooth silk and fit him only one time. He took off his shirt and put that one on: the white silk hugged his slender little body, especially around his waist, while the small black buttons proved to be hard to fasten all the way up to his collar.
Thinking quickly, he cupped his hand underneath the faucet for some water, and he ran his fingers through his bangs and the plume of gray at the crown of his head, as well as the waves and ringlets all on the sides of his head. He already wore a hint of cologne on the sides of his neck, and he had a hunch that he was going to need a shower after the fact, especially with the lingerie on its way to the room.
Something caught his eye there under the basin of the sink: he took a step back to find a small box of white latex gloves there.
“Jackpot,” he whispered, and he took two for himself. He kicked off his shoes and his socks so he could have some ease in taking off his pants.
He slunk out of the bathroom with the right one on part of the way. He cocked his hip out part of the way for Q’s enjoyment; she had taken her seat on the edge of the bed with the phone directory plunked across her lap and her jacket unbuttoned so he could see the low cut blouse underneath the thin black leather. She lifted her head and gasped at the sight of him there before her.
“Oh, my,” she breathed, primarily at the sight of his smooth pearly white silk shirt.
“Latex gloves,” he said with a snap of the left glove on his wrist. “Something I’ve never seen before in a hotel room, much less a room in the United Kingdom.” He slipped one glove on, followed by another.
“When I was in the hospital, my nurse was a man,” she told him.
“Really?”
“Yeah. He was a great nurse, too. He was really gentle with me and he knew right away that I didn’t react well to morphine.”
He took a step closer to her so she could see the gloss to his curls, and she showed him a little smile.
“One thing I’ve never been able to do with a client before was role playing,” she confessed. “I don’t know, I was just never given the opportunity to do it with someone. Jay’s the role player, if you ask me. Her aunt is an actress and she was in drama club in school, so she’s good at it.”
“Her aunt’s an actress, really?”
“Yeah, she’s been in stage productions for decades. One thing Jay’s told me—and she has yet to prove this to me, like she actually has a few photographs back at home, and I’m dying to see them, too—is her aunt was actually wardrobe director for Mistress of the Dark.”
He gaped at that.
“Elvira?” he sputtered out.
“Yeah. According to her, they used to style up her dresses to where they’d stand up without the hanger. Since there were always wardrobe malfunctions, they painted her boobs black to go with the dresses themselves.”
He clasped a hand to the crown of his head.
“Fucking hell, that’s like every boy’s dream right there,” he declared, and she chuckled at that.
“I should put in an extra request for Jay to show us the money then,” she declared. He snapped the bottoms of the gloves and gave his hair a toss with the flick of his head. Q glanced over at him with a little smile on her face.
“You wanna play around and show me the inner actress in you?” she suggested.
“I’ve got the gloves on, after all,” he assured her, and he held out his hands on either side of his head, as if he prepared to perform an examination on her.
“Here—” She sauntered over to him, and she placed her fingers on the top button of his shirt. She undid his collar for him, and she followed all the way down the front of his shirt to his waist. She nudged the sides of his shirt to the sides to reveal his pale, milky skin and the sparse line of dark hair on his chest to her. That line of hair, the way it started from the middle of his chest down his belly to the waist of his pants; she licked her lips at the sight of him.
Q then took a step back to peel her jacket off all the way.
“So, you want me to be your nurse?” he asked her with a little smile.
“Be my nurse and don’t leave me in the hearse,” Q declared, to which he chuckled.
“I’m gonna need you to change your clothes, my dear,” he said to her in a low voice.
Very slowly, she took off her top, followed by her pants, the latter of which she let slide down her legs to her feet. She tossed her top over to the dresser, and she stepped out of her pants. She nudged the duvet cover back to show off the clean bedsheets underneath, and she climbed up onto the bed with her ass pointed towards him so he could have a full view of her: he licked his lips at the sight of that smooth skin on the backs of her thighs. She lay down on her side to show off her curves, and then she rested the back of her hand upon her forehead.
“Oh, my nurse! Nurse Tevye! I am in need of having my pulse taken. I think my blood sugar is a little low.”
“Allow me,” he assured her with a flash of his eyebrows and a sly smirk on his face.
He locked eyes with her as he strutted over to her; he rubbed his hands together before he put one knee up on the edge of the mattress. He crawled closer to her, and he eyed the scars on her belly, right over the delicate band of her lacy panties.
He lowered himself onto his chest so he could be face to face with the scars.
“Oh, whoa,” she blurted out.
“Tender?” he asked her, slightly concerned.
“Still.”
“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle. Besides, kisses are a better medicine than morphine.” Gingerly, he brought his lips to the scars for some tender feeling. Q groaned in her throat, and he knew that they still ached her. His lips lightly brushed against that extra soft scar tissue, and she groaned again, that time a sound he knew wasn’t a pained one.
She rolled over onto her back so he could have more control.
He nudged the waistband of her panties back to show more skin, and all the while, he kept his lips on that tender scarring.
Anything to make the pain go away for a little while.
“My patient is going to need a pelvic exam,” he said, still with that sly grin on his face.
“Please,” she begged, and she tilted her head back so she could breathe better.
He peeled her panties off a bit more to show off her hood as well as her lips. He could feel his own dick pressing against the denim inside of his pants, and he knew he would have to act quick. To ease the pressure on himself, he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall down his legs, down the side of the bed and onto the floor.
He snapped off the left glove and slipped it over his dick to act as makeshift protection once she was ready. He licked his lips and brought his head to the rim of her hood. She gasped at the feeling.
“Did you shave, nurse?” she asked him.
“Not yet,” he replied. “Is it too much?”
“No—it’s not enough,” she insisted. “Give it to me, my naughty nurse. Get on top. It’s your turn to get on top.”
With another lick of his lips, he slithered his tongue inside. He lightly tapped the head of her clit, and she immediately bucked her hips. With his gloved hand, he held her still on the mattress.
He slipped his tongue out to give a lick to her lips. His tongue wandered inside and she gasped again at the feeling. It wasn’t as intense as the caress on her clit, but he continued with it to tease her. Her lips were smooth and warm, and he squinted his eyes open to see her clit right in front of his face.
He slipped his tongue out of her lips for another lick of her clit. She once again bucked her hips at the feeling: her chest heaved, rose and fell at the feeling, but her lips were still not pink enough yet.
Another stroke of his tongue on her lips, and that time with his eyes open all the way to see her face. She raised her head enough to lock eyes with him, albeit for a moment. A brief thought shot through his mind, one that told him he should also work this magic on Jay when she returned, but for now, he was with Q.
He was with Q and treating her to something that she so desperately yearned for in those dark moments, between the loss of her father and the fear of succumbing to cancer on her own part.
He could feel the electricity up his spine, especially when he tapped the head of her clit extra hard. Q yelped out from the sensation, and he slipped his tongue out yet again. He adjusted the glove on his dick, which had grown even fuller from her own pleasure.
“We’re gonna need to prescribe a heavy duty painkiller, darling Q,” he told her in a husky voice. “Something that kicks morphine’s ass one way and the other.”
Careful not to hurt her, he straddled her hips from the edge of the bed, and he very gently pushed his protected dick into her lips. It was tricky given the fingers of the glove, but he could do it. He thrust slowly and gently into her: Q locked eyes with him, and she breathed harder. He had no idea if it was from the sight of him or the feeling of him, but it made no difference to him. He was giving it to her.
He was giving it to her, and when he had been on the bottom most of the time this whole time.
His face flushed as he knew he was about to reach the top on his end.
“Harder,” she blurted out. “Harder!”
He thrusted harder, and through the protection of the latex, he could feel she was even wetter and softer from before. He had already made her come twice with the licks on her clit, but now he was about to do it himself. He barred his teeth and raised up before he came all inside of the glove. He nearly fell onto his back on the floor, but he caught himself and flopped face down onto the bed next to her, out of breath. His damp hair spread over his face, and he could feel the sweat on the side of his forehead.
She lay down on the side of his body and kissed the side of his neck.
“You did so good,” she whispered into his ear. “So very good.” She then lifted off of him and climbed off the bed.
“There’s Jay with the food and the lingerie,” she said, out of breath. He closed his eyes and listened to the door opening, followed by their whispers to each other. They giggled at something, and then he felt Jay gently patting his bare ass.
“He’s gonna have hell of a time after dinner tonight,” was all he heard right then.
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First wheelchair travelling experience
I recently travelled from northern Ireland to England for a weekend away at a convention, travelling in my wheelchair for the first time, so I figured I would share the experience! I know one thing that helped ease my anxiety about it was reading or hearing about other people's experiences, and being autistic I love to hear as much detail as possible. The more I can mentally prepare myself, the easier things are. So if making this post reassures even one person then it's worth sharing! Plus it would just be nice to have a record of the whole experience for myself while it's still fresh in my brain.
I've also done some stuff in bullet points and bolded certain words in paragraphs for all you ADHD folks out there because reading is hard.
So. Flying!
Flying Out
I flew from Belfast International with my partner and the accessibility there is excellent. We had prebooked assistance online which was very easy to do when booking the flights, and when we arrived at the airport, we immediately spotted the assistance desk. They asked me a few questions about me and my wheelchair (did it fold up, could I make it up the steps to the aircraft alone, etc) and I was told what my gate number would be, and then sent to a check in desk to get a luggage tag for the wheelchair. They put it on the handle, which I realised later was a mistake since I was worried about it falling off, so I'd recommend getting it on the arm rest or somewhere a bit safer.
We were directed to the assistance lane for security, and that all went smoothly. The staff were helpful, my partner sorted the bags out while I went through with my wheelchair and got searched on the other side and had my chair swabbed.
Once through security, we waited around a bit and then headed down to the gate about 15 minutes before it was due to be called. Turned out they'd given us the wrong gate number at the assistance desk, which was a little annoying, but thankfully the correct gate was right next to it. A man took us down via lift before everyone else and I was able to wheel right up to the steps of the aircraft, and he helped with our bags going up the stairs.
After landing, we waited until everyone else had left before getting up. We asked the stewards when I got the wheelchair back or what happened next and they weren't entirely sure, but they went to check and there was a man waiting with the wheelchair lift and my wheelchair in it (let me tell you, I was so relieved to see it again!). We were taken down with another family in the lift and then taken back to the airport, I tried to wheel myself but the ground was quite rough so I asked the guy taking us back to the airport if I could get a push and he was happy to do that.
Convention Accessibility
The convention was pretty good for accessibility overall with a few minor issues. I had emailed them and filled out a google form a couple of weeks before, explaining that I would be in a wheelchair, I would require my partner with me as my carer, and I would require an aisle seat reserved for him in the main hall with a wheelchair space next to it. We got registered on the Friday and collected my access pass, which said +1 on it to indicate a carer, that was all fine.
Saturday morning, we arrived in the main hall. No wheelchair space or aisle seat was allocated to us. We spoke to the woman in charge of that, who explained that I should have got an email telling me to see her Friday evening and get a space arranged for me. I double checked my emails, there was no mention of it. She told me she couldn't do anything that day, and I would have to find her that evening, sort out a slot for the next day, and then come and find her again early the next morning to fine tune a place for me to sit.
This all seemed unnecessarily complicated to me. It would have been very difficult to get there Friday evening to arrange things, since I was staying in a hotel a few miles up the road and I needed some time to rest and recover after travelling. It was also very difficult for me to get there so early Sunday morning, since I have a hard time in the mornings due to one of my disabilities, and breakfast at the hotel I was staying in didn't start until 8am, so I had to do that first. I got it sorted in the end, but they definitely could have made things clearer and simplified the process, in my opinion.
Other than that, the con was great. There were dedicated seating areas for disabled people waiting for their photo ops, we sat there until a member of staff took us over to the front of the queue to get our photos. The con hotel was very accessible (I won't talk about the hotel I stayed in since that wasn't accessible and since I can walk, we just left my wheelchair in the car overnight). I was able to participte in everything as usual and get around easily.
Other Stuff/General Experiences
I did a lot of dancing in my wheelchair. It was amazing. The Cha Cha slide rules because I get to do little wheelies to the hops.
People at the parties were lovely. Everyone seemed happy to see me dancing, and there were no strange looks or anything when I got up for one song that was kind of impossible to do in a wheelchair.
I did get pushed without my permission by a stranger for the first time, which was very scary. Ironically, it was also the first time I was in my wheelchair with the backrest lowered to make it easier for me to dance, and the handles were down. A guy I was talking to gave me a massive shove and I collided with someone. I'm forgiving of him because he was drunk and was lovely before that, but it was not ok and not nice. I went from 'everything is great!' to 'fuck you don't touch my fucking wheelchair' in a split second.
Going up hills is hard work, but if you zigzag, it's a little easier. Going downhill rules. Rough ground or ground with a slight tilt to it is evil.
While practicing my wheelies on gravel (it's easier to move across gravel on back wheels only) I tipped backwards and fell. It was mildly embarrassing, but mostly funny, and I didn't get hurt. I'm glad it happened, because I was very anxious about it happening, but when it did, it really wasn't that bad. Provided some great entertainment for people, and the gravel was surprisingly soft.
In the airport on the way home, I bought a baguette and a chocolate mousse from Pret. I struggled to reach the counter to place my items on there, but I managed. The woman serving put my items in a bag and came around the counter to hand the bag directly to me, which was nice. As she handed it to me, she said, 'that's on the house for you, darling'. I was so surprised, but I'm certainly not going to complain! I guess being disabled has its perks.
Flying Home
There were a few more access issues flying home than there were flying out, which surprised me at such a large airport. One lift wasn't working, with no out of order sign or anything, but at least there was another lift nearby. The disabled toilet on that side of security was a little small, but when I entered, an automated voice told me to wave my hand in front of the sensor to my left if I was visually impaired and wanted to hear a description of the room, which I thought was cool. I haven't seen that before.
We encountered a trolley parked in such an awkward spot directly in front of a wheelchair gate that if I hadn't been with my partner, my access would have been completely cut off. He had to go around and move it for me. Only a minor thing, but still annoying. I hope it wasn't a staff member who parked it there.
I found the assistance desk easily, everything was the same as before, although when I asked about a luggage tag for my wheelchair, they told me I would be given one at the gate. Cool.
Security went smoothly, same as before. On the other side of security, I tried to go to the bathroom. There were two accessible stalls. One was out of order, the other was locked with a key code required, and no signs or instructions or anything about it. I had to go into the regular bathroom and park my wheelchair outside a stall and then go in. It was scary leaving my chair unattended even briefly, and if I was completely unable to walk, then again, my access would have been cut off. Fuck disabled bathrooms with key codes. Let it be unlocked with a RADAR key (which I have) at the very least.
We got to the gate early again, and a man met us there and introduced himself, he was there to assist me getting on the plane and he was lovely, we had a nice chat. At the gate, the woman checking our boarding passes asked why I didn't have a luggage tag for the wheelchair. I explained that I had been told I would get one at the gate. Apparently that was incorrect, and I should have collected one at check in. Luckily she got it sorted and gave me one, but that was annoying.
Mildly amusing moment: A woman was there at the gate with her daughter and hadn't booked any assistance in advance, but was asking if they could go with us and be first on the flight as her daughter got overwhelmed in crowds. They told her she should have booked first, but were still willing to take her. She asked if we were going down the stairs. The guy explained to her that no, we would not be taking me in my wheelchair down the stairs, we would be going in the lift. She immediately pulled a face and said 'oh never mind then, I'm not doing that, I don't like lifts.' Like... you were genuinely surprised that I, a wheelchair user, was taking the lift and not the stairs???
Anyway, we got to wheel right up to the steps again, we were helped with our bags onto the plane, and this time when we landed, I had to walk down the stairs where my chair was waiting at the bottom, but I had indicated that I could do the stairs on my form when I booked, so that was fine by me. I got straight back in my chair, and we were taken back to the airport. And that was it!
Tips/Advice
There are probably much more experienced wheelchair users and travellers to ask, but here are a few tips I've picked up!
Don't be afraid to ask questions or ask for help. In my experience, most people are kind and happy to help. I had to ask strangers to help me reach things on shelves a few times, or help me with doors. It's a little scary, but you get used to it!
Remember that you can use your environment to help you get around. I quickly discovered that one ramp in the con hotel was easier to get up if I grabbed the railings either side and pulled myself up, rather than pushing with the push rims. Doors are easier to go through if you grab the edge of the door and pull yourself through. It's a lot of constant learning and figuring out as you go.
Youtube is an excellent resource for learning. Wheelsnoheels is one I've used a lot and was very helpful, her videos are great!
As I mentioned earlier, wheelies are a useful thing to master, but it's not easy. There are a lot of great videos about that on Youtube too. Not everyone will be able to do a wheelie and of course not every wheelchair is capable of it, and they do take a lot of practice, I'm still not very good at them. Practice somewhere safe with a friend to catch you if you fall, or something soft like a sofa behind you.
Be prepared. Plan in advance. How you'll bring your suitcase with you, any extra items you need for your wheelchair or your disabilities, have your name and a contact number on your chair somewhere (I wrote mine on a piece of paper and put that in the pocket on the back of my chair).
That's about everything I can think of. My inbox is always open for messages about this topic, anything disability related, or anything at all really!
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Ficlet: Kiss It Better
Title: Kiss It Better
Word count: 1607
Rating: Mature (nudity, innuendo, rough play)
Characters: Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley
Prompt: Person 1 gets manhandled by Person 2 in the ring and decides to do something about it outside the ring.
Tagged: @wrestleprompts
"That was my hair!" Liv's indignant voice rose with each word. "My <i>actual</i> hair! Not just the extensions." At least one of her extensions had come loose and was beyond repair, so she dropped it in the trash. "That hurts!"
With a mock pout, Rhea mimed rubbing away tears as she made her way past Liv in Gorilla. "Maybe your hair's too long then. Some of us don't have that problem."
Liv turned on her heel. She was sure she looked like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, but she didn't care. "And you almost made me knee myself in the face!"
Rhea turned and threw her arms out wide, managing a sarcastic little bow while still walking backwards. "Not my fault you're so bendy, is it? Maybe you should talk with Zelina. She could give you some pointers." She blew Liv a kiss before rounding the corner to the interview area.
"I'm going to have a bruise on my hip too," Liv muttered, pulling down the side of her shorts to examine the sore spot. The ladies in hair and make-up weren't too busy, so she got them to check her extensions and most of them were okay; after the damaged ones were removed, Liv even had to grudgingly admit her hair looked better. Not that she would ever tell Rhea that, of course.
When she was in the locker room shower, Liv got an idea, but she knew it would be time sensitive. "Hey, Nikki, can I catch a ride back to the hotel with you tonight?" she asked as she was drying off.
Nikki's eyes widened with surprise. She and Liv were friendly enough, but they didn't hang out much outside of the arena. "Sure. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just have an early flight," Liv fibbed, "and I want to get to sleep early, you know?"
Nikki nodded. "Aye. I need to get more work done on my dissertation. I was going to leave in about twenty minutes. Is that okay?
"I'll go check with Creative." Normally the bosses didn't like anyone leaving until the end of the show and Liv felt a bit bad for wanting to leave a bit early since she was usually one of the ones who would stay and sign autographs for fans, but if her plan was going to work, she needed time to be on her side. Thankfully she wasn't needed for the rest of the night—one of the few times she didn't mind the women only having three segments on the show—and she was able to pack up her bag quickly. "Good to go!" she told Nikki when she found her again. "You sure you don't mind?"
"Not at all. I might stop for a coffee on the way, if that's okay," Nikki added. "You know what room-service coffee is like."
"Ick. I'll grab something too. My treat." Liv almost thought about getting a second drink, but she knew it would probably cool off before she had a chance to put her plan into action. Everything would depend on when Rhea got back to the hotel. If she went out to a club afterwards with Damian or Finn, she might not get back until after midnight, and even if Liv's actual flight wasn't an early one, she still had to get to the airport before noon.
Is this even a plan? Liv wondered as she got to her room, doing a quick walk-through out of habit. She had intentions of doing something, but calling it a plan seemed to imply something a little more complex. To waste time, she took everything she would need for the morning out of her bag and repacked the rest, plugged her phone in so it would be done charging by the time she went to bed, and checked her messages. Changing clothes took a ridiculous amount of time, but it was important to her idea: too much and the novelty might wear off; not enough and there was no challenge.
Liv watched the rest of RAW on her tablet and once the on-air portion had ended, she started her countdown. Rhea wasn't part of the dark matches, so she and most of the other wrestlers should be arriving at the hotel in half an hour. Unless she's going out, Liv thought, deflating a bit. About twenty minutes later, though, a cavalcade of rental SUV started pulling into the hotel's parking lot. It was hard to recognize many of the wrestlers in the dark and at a distance, but Damian's height helped him stand out.
Taking one last look around, Liv tucked her room card in her pocket and stood by the door, listening to all the chatter as wrestlers found their rooms. After a few incidents with creepy fans, most of the wrestlers were trying to stay on the same floor—strength in numbers. When she heard Rhea's deep laugh, she looked through the peep hole and saw her walking down the hall. Liv eased her door open just enough to see which room Rhea entered and then withdrew.
"This isn't going to work," she muttered as she waited until the influx of arrivals ended. Then Liv stepped out into the hallway and strode to Rhea's door, raising her hand as high as she could and knocking confidently.
"Dammit, Priest, let a girl breathe, would you?" Rhea's voice was muffled by the door and Liv could picture her stopping short when she looked out the peephole and saw someone completely different. The door opened slowly, but Liv noticed the security chain wasn't engaged. "Back for more?"
Meeting her gaze, Liv edged past Rhea and strode into the room, crossing her arms. Rhea hadn't even had time to settle in yet: her suitcase was open on the floor, clothing spilling out in more colours than black than Liv would have imagined. She certainly wouldn't have suspected the bright red panties. "They had to remove some of my extensions, you know."
"Aw. Poor baby. You should go short. It would be a good look for you. Little pixie." Smirking, Rhea ruffled Liv's hair as she walked past. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed and raised an eyebrow. "Any more complaints?" She seemed more amused than anything.
Liv took a step closer. If she lost her nerve now, she might as well just turn around and go back to her room. Holding Rhea's gaze, she pushed the waistband of her skirt down enough to showcase the blossoming bruise on her hip. "I'm supposed to have a photo shoot soon…."
She expected Rhea to say something scathing, like Maybe you shouldn't be wrestling then, huh?, but she blinked slowly, looking up at Liv with a curiously neutral expression. "What do you want me to do about it—kiss it better?"
Yes. Liv's heart felt like it was doing pirouettes. She had pictured herself confronting Rhea and leading up to that, maybe even attempting a strip tease, but any flirtatiousness she had felt had frozen up. "It's a start," she said haughtily. "You really sho—" She yelped when Rhea pulled her in, one hand suspiciously close to her ass, and kissed the small bruise.
"Better now?" Rhea asked, the question gliding over Liv's hip. She didn't let go, didn't sit back, didn't move. "Anything else?" Rhea smirked as she stood, sliding a hand into Liv's hair. "Oh, right. I almost made you knee yourself in the face, didn't I?" She tilted Liv's head to the side, hemming and hawing for a moment. "Oh, there it is." She dipped her head to kiss Liv's jaw.
There was nothing—oh. Liv shivered a bit as Rhea planted another kiss on her jaw before stepping back. "Thank you. I didn't notice that one."
Rhea brushed her thumb over Liv's jaw. "Not surprised. Maybe I should see what else you missed. You took the Riptide pretty hard." She spun Liv around and pushed her down on the bed.
Liv's breath caught when she felt Rhea lift the hem of her shirt. "My back is a little sore," she murmured, sighing when Rhea's fingers paused at her bra.
"Yeah? Like… right about here?" Rhea loosened the hooks on Liv's bra and pushed the straps to the side before kissing her shoulder blade.
"Mmhmm. And… and on the other side too." Liv's fingers scrambled to grab her shirt and pull it out of Rhea's way.
Rhea pushed Liv's bra and shirt up as far as she could. "Probably your other hip too. I should check." Running her hands down Liv's back, Rhea curled her fingers around the waistband of Liv's skirt and her panties, tugging both down to her thighs. "Yep, I was right. Right… here."
While Rhea was busy kissing her other hip, Liv wriggled out of her shirt and bra, batting them away as best she could. Rhea's grip on her thighs made her gasp. "That's… that's probably going to bruise too."
"I should kiss it better now then, huh?" Rhea pulled Liv's tangle of panties and skirt down and off, pulling her shoes off too as she turned Liv over onto her back. "Or maybe I should just stop, you know, since you're so delicate. What's that saying? You bruise like a peach?" Her hand curved around Liv's hip and pinched her ass.
Liv pulled Rhea down on to her and kissed her. It felt strange, being naked while Rhea was fully clothed, but she hoped to change that soon. "I can take it," she whispered, wrapping her legs around Rhea's waist, "as long as you kiss it better."
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Chapter Two
I had decided to ignore the message I got, it's been a while since we'd spoken and to be completely honest I wasn't even sure where we stood as friends. But hey I guess I'll find out when I get there or hopefully not.
Getting back to my rented apartment I put my bag on the floor beside the couch before going to my closet and pulling out my big suitcase. I'd be given little to no time to get my affairs in order so my game plan was to pack and then call my landlord, I'll still be paying the rent so there shouldn't be any real issue.
Packing a bit of everything I then called everyone who needed to know I would be gone. It was already past 10:00pm when I was done so I decided to order in and a quick shower.
My mind kept going back to the text from Riley or as most people in the wrestling world know him as El Phantasmo, it would've been in the middle of the night in Japan when he text, technically there wasn't any real history between us, not officially anyway, I mean two people who were acquaintances who made a deal to sometimes help relief some frustrations, sounds simple until they spend time together without any funny business and become sort of friends. See not complicated at all.
Once I was out of the shower and in fresh pjs there was a knock at the door, digging into my pizza, I heard my phone ping again.
Jay Orange: Just heard the news! When do you get here?
Sophie: Flight leaves tomorrow so I get there Saturday I think
Jay Orange: I'll pick you up from the airport if you want?
Sophie: Sounds better then an hour cab ride thanks
Jay Orange: Dont mention it let me know flight times I've gotta run see you at the airport
Sophie: Laters
After I placed the left over pizza into a container I ran threw my nightly routine and went into bed, dreaming of my journey into a new chapter of my life.
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The next day was absolutely hell! Everything felt like it went wrong up until I got into my flight seat, during the chaos I'd remeber to let Jay know flight times and what time I'd be landing.
The flight went by smoother then I'd expected and I was relieved when I got out of the airport, closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths I soon heard the familiar kiwi accent,
"You look rough" he laughed while walking over to greet me with a quick hug
"Thanks Jay appreciate it"
"I'm joking considering you've spent a whole day travelling you look great"
"And your a kiss ass"
We both laughed as jay grabbed both of my suitcases refusing my attempt at help, after all they are my bags. Reaching his rental car he put my things in the trunk as I settled in for the hour journey to the hotel. After 10 minutes Jay decided to bring up the elephant in the room,
"So er... Does Riley know your here?"
"Er... Yeah he actually was the first to message me about it... Must've been the middle of the night here when he found out"
"Have you two spoke about your whole situation?"
"No not really... We said we would last time I left here but we never got round to it so things are pretty awkward between us"
"Well if it helps give you peace of mind hes single" he said with that signature smirk
"Shut up dork... Let's talk about your life hows married life treating ya?"
"It's fantastic Savanna is amazing as always"
"She really is great you've got yourself someone special there"
"You never know Soph you might find someone yourself this trip"
"I'm starting to wish I got that cab"
Once we arrived at the hotel I got checked in and made it up to my floor as I was sliding the key through the lock the door next to mine opened and out walked the last person I wanted to see.
#elp#el phantasmo fic#el phantasmo imagine#all elite wrestling#aew#wrestling fic#wrestling#new japan#new japan pro wrestling#njpw#jay white#switchblade
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