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thepowerofswayze · 5 months

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Crush

originally on ao3

pairing: mike schmidt (2023) / afab reader [gender not specified]

word count: 3K

warnings & info: 18+, first time together, mostly smut, oral sex (both receive), you're abby's babysitter, reader wears a bra, compliments like "pretty"

summary: Abby can't help but tell you all of Mike's business- specifically, that Mike has a crush on you. Luckily, the feeling is mutual.

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You were tucking Abby into bed when you caught her staring at you, brows furrowed. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about?” You asked, tapping her nose.

The girl scrunched her face. “You’re really pretty,” she said, burrowing herself into the blankets. “It makes sense that Mike has a crush on you.”

Not sure you heard her right, you blinked, then laughed. “Very funny,” you sighed, giving her an eye roll and a smile.

“It’s true!” She was sitting up now, undoing all the work you’d put into tucking her in nice and tight. “He’s, like, extra weird around you, like, super fidgety and staring at you. And he fixes his hair before he opens the door every time you come over. And he’s all smiley on the phone with you. He’s never smiley.”

You tried not to betray the way your heart fluttered and instead put on a face like you're deep in thought. “Hm… Well, I’m not sure you’ve convinced me. But how about we talk about it when I’m back tomorrow? Right now, you should be fast asleep, girl.”

Abby was obviously not buying that you’d be willing to talk about it later- and, in fact, you were hoping she’d forget the conversation- but she yawned and lay back down, allowing you to re-tuck the sheets. Her eyes were already dropping as she said, “I’m right, you know.”

You gave her a nod. “I’m sure. Goodnight, Abby.” With a kiss on her forehead, you stood from her bed, turned out the lights, and slipped out the door.

As the door softly closed behind you, you made your way into the kitchen and started cleaning up from dinner. Abby’s words didn’t leave your head. Sure, kids loved misreading things or teasing their siblings, but Abby was a smart kid. She didn’t usually tell you lies. You shook your head, smiling a little at how the butterflies in your stomach stirred. Getting this worked up over intel gathered from a ten year old was silly.

That didn’t mean you thought about anything else as you worked, washing dishes and straightening the living room, picking up stray clothes and tossing them in their rightful places, sweeping the floor when you were done and still restless. An hour or two later, you collapsed on the couch, TV remote in hand. The only things on were Late Night, a rerun of 90s movies, and the infomercial channel. Seth Meyers tempted you from the NBC channel, but when you saw Clueless would start playing in 10 minutes, you settled on the movie reruns. You turned the volume up, just enough to hear it from the couch, then lay your head on the arm rest, doing a terrible job of keeping your eyes open.

It was like you blinked and the room was suddenly dark. In reality, it was hours later. You heard rustling, watching the figure in front of the now switched off TV turn toward you. “Mike?” You asked, knowing already from his posture and the way his hand ran through his hair that it was him.

“Sorry,” he said, mouth quirking up as he watched you stretch and yawn. “I was gonna let you sleep.”

You shook your head sitting up and patting the spot on the couch next to you. “‘S no problem,” you managed as he sat, letting your shoulder press against his. “How was work?”

Mike made a noncommittal noise, ducking his head as you turned to look at him, eyes adjusting to the lighting. The purple under his eyes wasn’t extreme, but it was there. Along with his permanently disheveled hair and week-old scruff, he looked the way the noise sounded. The exhaustion did nothing to hide how handsome he was, though, and you felt the usual rush of adrenaline as you kept studying him. “It was work,” he replied, hands fidgeting in his lap. “How were things here? I see you and Abby cleaned.”

You snorted, and you could swear he smiled genuinely. “Yeah, me and Abby.” You were fully awake now, eyes falling on his restless hands then flitting away to the blank TV screen, still warm. In your mind, a checklist appeared and you involuntarily checked ‘fidgety’ and ‘smiley’ off. “We worked on her homework. Oh, and we ate your leftovers… Sorry...”

He was looking at you now, one eyebrow raised as you gave him a grin that definitely didn’t convey any remorse. “I’m sure you’re so sorry,” he scoffed, eyes leaving yours but scanning your face now. ‘Staring.’ Check. God, this wasn't going to leave your mind, was it? “You didn't have to clean, you know. Thank you.”

Now it was your turn to make a noncommittal noise, accompanied by a shrug as you looked away. “No biggie. Helps me think, anyway.” When he ran his hand through his hair earlier, was that normal? Or was that a ‘fixes his hair when you come over’ occurrence, right in front of you? Suddenly his shoulder touching yours was all you could feel. You couldn’t live like this. “Abby said something funny, actually.”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as he hummed. “Yeah? What’d she say?”

Well, no point in dancing around it. “She seems to think you have a crush on me.”

You could swear Mike’s breath caught. Your shoulder left his as you turned to watch him now, eyes trained on his face. He glanced over at you, then focused on his fidgety hands. No way. “Oh.” There was no way. Your eyebrows raised as he wiped his hands on his jeans. The seconds ticked by. He was too quiet. “What, uh.” Another beat. You watched as he swallowed hard, throat bobbing. “What d’you… think about that?”

Mentally, you pumped your fist, and thanked the universe that kids were so committed to spilling everyone's secrets. “I dunno,” you responded. His obvious nerves were weirdly soothing to yours. Maybe it was the near confirmation that whatever this was, it wasn’t one sided. He was looking at you now, eyes a little wide at how close you two were, faces really only inches away. You could smell his cologne and the coffee on his breath. “I don’t think it’d be all that bad.”

“Yeah?” He barely breathed the word, and it sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes dropped to your lips, and yours did the same to his. “Well.” His voice was low and thick, like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. “I guess we’d probably have to do something about that.”

It was a slightly awkward, very Mike type line, but it might as well have been a Shakespearean proclamation of love the way your stomach did flips. “Probably,” you whispered back. “Definitely.”

His hand moved, pushing a lock of your hair behind your ear, and you were barely breathing now. You leaned into the touch, his hand cupping your cheek, his calluses rubbing against your skin. The look in his eyes was going straight to your head, and you leaned in, tilting as your noses brushed.

A second ticked by. He whispered your name. “Are you… you’re sure?”

“Mike,” you breathed, eyes half closed already. “Kiss me.” And he did.

His lips were a little chapped, you thought. He was kissing you gently, and the friction of his stubble against your face was actually kind of nice. His free hand was gripping your waist now, sure but gentle, and your own hands traveled from your lap to his chest, where his heart was beating so hard you vaguely thought he might have a heart attack. As one of your hands moved to the back of his head, tangling in his hair, he let out a noise and the air shifted.

It wasn’t anything crazy- a rather content sigh was all- but it went straight to your stomach. Then lower. You shifted, a hand on his face to guide him as the kiss deepened, while the other tugged at his hair. He reciprocated eagerly, and you faintly registered how sweet he tasted. Another noise escaped, not a little gasp or sigh like you’d both been letting slip, but almost a whine in the back of his throat. You weren’t gonna manage to pull yourself away at this rate.

He chased your lips as you pulled back, just a bit, for air. “Mike,” you murmured. His responding ‘Hm?’ was so eager, you almost dove back in right there, and his thumb on your hip bone just under the hem of your shirt wasn’t helping. But you wanted something else. “If you wanna… We should go to your room.”

His eyes were wide again, and he stood almost abruptly. “Yeah. Yeah, we- cmon.” He took your hand, leading you through the hall as if you weren’t at his house every weekday.

You’d been in his room before, but you’d never been on his bed. You’d never sat with your legs tucked beneath you as he kissed you, his hands now on your waist under your shirt, your hands pulling at his loose curls in ways that made that throaty whine come back. He was gonna be the end of you.

He tugged at the hem of your shirt, and you smiled into the kiss. “Okay,” you murmured, pulling back to take your shirt off. His breath was trembling as you threw the garment to the floor, immediately working on getting his shirt off, too. It joined yours, the start of a pile, and you barely had a moment before his lips were on yours again, his hands back on your waist, on the small of your back. Yours played with the top of his jeans, your thumbs hooking into his waistband. He shivered beneath your touch. “Off,” you murmured, working on his button and zipper. He helped you get them off, helped you get your own pants taken care of, so you both sat there in your underwear.

You looked at the tent in his pants, then back up to meet his gaze. He was looking at you with wide eyes, glancing from your face to your chest. Lower. He took it all in with the same awed expression. His hand traced your side, and you took his face in your hands and kissed him.

Mike’s hands loved to roam. He ran them over your hips, over your thighs, up your back to the clasp of your bra. He fumbled before it released and slid off easily. The air was cold, but his hands quickly came up to replace the fabric, thumbs brushing over your nipples gently.

He pulled back momentarily. “Can I…” The tremor in his voice was too good. It took everything in you not to interrupt him with another kiss. His voice was low, pleading. “I don’t have any condoms. But I can still eat you out.” Then, quickly, “If you want, I mean.”

‘If you want,’ he said. Was he crazy? “Yeah.” You kissed him gently- once, then again. “Yeah. I want that.”

You lay back on his pillows, which smelled overwhelmingly like him, and watched as he climbed over you. His mouth met your neck, kissing gently, trailing down to your collarbone, your breasts, your stomach. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and you lifted your hips to let him tug them off.

Mike’s face was ridiculously reverent. Heat overtook your skin at the sight of him between your legs. He dragged a finger down the slick pooling on you, and your breath quivered. A kiss to your inner thigh. Then to the other one, stubble scratching the sensitive skin. Then his mouth was on you.

The feeling of his tongue tentatively lapping a stripe up your core made you squirm, breath ragged. He did it again, making sure to linger on your clit, then again and again. “That’s good,” you huffed out, and he sped up, the praise spurring him on. One of your hands found its way to his curls, while the other came to rest over your mouth. He sucked on your clit, and you let out a cross between a gasp and a moan. “Fuck, Mike.”

He answered with a groan of his own, obscenely pleased with the reaction he was getting from you. As he continued, one of his fingers slipping inside and pumping in time with his tongue, you bit one of your own fingers in a weak attempt to muffle yourself. His mouth was hot against you as he whined like this was just as good for him. Another finger slipped in, and your head pushed back. You gripped the sheets, chest heaving. “Just like that,” you gasped. The sound of his fingers plunging in and out of you and his mouth sucking on your clit filled the room, a vulgar combination. With his own muffled moans and your gasps added on, you were sure you’d lose your mind.

Your hips rolled up, just about riding his face and fingers. He let you, his free hand moving to cup your ass, his tongue still sucking and working even as he let you choose the pace. “Shit.” You could feel it now, the familiar sensation in your stomach. “Shit, Mike, I’m-” A gasp. “‘m so close.”

“Come on,” he murmured, not even pulling away, his voice reverberating against you. “Please.”

How was he begging for you to come? You glanced down at him in disbelief, and wow. He looked good like this. His head bobbed eagerly, his hair a mess where your hands had been, where one hand still was, his face flushed. You gripped his hair and he made a noise so indecent, it had your mouth falling open as your orgasm crashed into you.

He stayed on you as you rode out your high, slowing down his ministrations, fingers slowly pulling out of you. When you released your grip on his hair and he lifted his head, you were speechless. His face from the nose down was shining from the mix of your slick and his own spit. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking what was left of you off, and you all but growled as you pulled him up for a kiss.

He huffed as your hand traveled to the front of his boxers, feeling the wet spot he’d left and his fully hard dick underneath. You smiled into the kiss, continuing to feel him out. He made little noises into your mouth, and you drank them in hungrily. “Fuck,” he murmured, and you stopped.

Mike whined, his eyes searching yours as you pulled away. “Don’t worry,” you reassured him, just as out of breath as he was. “C’mon. Your turn.”

He just about scrambled to comply, switching places with you so he was lying where you had just been. You climbed over him, straddling his hips and leaning down to brush your lips. You traveled down to his neck, kissing and sucking, leaving marks that had him downright whimpering under you. Then, down to his boxers. You kissed him through the fabric before pulling it off with his help. He took in a breath as the air hit him, and you wrapped your hand around him immediately.

“Shit,” he breathed. You wasted no time stroking him, slowly at first, watching him squirm. Then, just as you sped up, you put your mouth on the tip.

Now it was his turn to put his hand in your hair. He was gentle, not quite pulling to the point of pain, but you could definitely feel how much he was enjoying you bobbing your mouth down his length, anything not in your mouth clasped in your hands. If his hand hadn’t been in your hair, he was vocal enough that’d you’d still have a very good idea.

“Fuck,” he babbled, whispering your name followed by a particularly desperate moan. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. It feels so good, so-” He cut himself off with a whimper, holding his hips down so he wouldn’t buck into your mouth, afraid he might hurt you. He was close anyway, and he told you as much in between breathless grunts and groans.

You removed your mouth and he whimpered at the loss before your hand replaced it, keeping up the rhythm as he dropped his head back. He stopped holding his hips down, bucking into your hand shamelessly. “Go on,” you encouraged. “Give it to me.”

He rambled on, your name on his lips as he climaxed and released into your hand. You kept going, guiding him through it as he came down, chest heaving. God, he looked too pretty with that hazy look he was giving you. You told him as much, and he flushed with a sheepish smile, pulling you in for another kiss.

You stayed that way, kissing him as his hands squeezed your hips, until he pulled back smiling. “I should clean us up, probably,” he murmured. At your protesting whine, he shook his head and shimmied out from under you. “If we keep this up I’m going to stop caring about our lack of condoms.”

He disappeared into the connecting bathroom, leaving you with your mouth open and a new throbbing between your legs. He was right. If you two didn’t slow down, you were maybe a couple touches away from also throwing caution to the wind, which wouldn’t work out in either of your favors.

He returned with a damp washcloth, already cleaned up himself. You held out your hand and he wiped it off, then your thighs. He tossed the cloth in the hamper in the corner of the room, then rummaged through his drawers, pulling out a shirt and turning to you. “I, uh. This should be better than nothing, yeah?”

You held out your hands and he tossed it at you. “Thank you.”

He pulled on a pair of fresh boxers while you tugged on his shirt- it smelled like him, his cologne and something that just screamed ‘boy’. You watched as he made his way back to the bed and you scooted over, letting him climb in next to you, pulling the covers over you both.

“You… you are staying. Right?”

You grinned, nodding at him. “Yeah. I’m not driving home right now.” You pressed a kiss to his temple, and he all but melted. “Besides, I wanna hang around with you longer. I like you, in case I hadn’t made it clear.”

Mike huffed a laugh, his hand sliding under what was now your shirt- you were never giving it back to him. Not until it stopped smelling like him, anyway. “Good. I like you, too. A lot.” He kissed your forehead, and you hummed, nestling into him as his thumb made lazy strokes on your hip. “Goodnight,” he whispered into your hair. You drifted off to the sound of his breathing.

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astrolynnworld · 4 months

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beach day

pairing: chris x reader

summary: you’re at the beach with friends and chris gets a boner from seeing you in your bathing suit.

warnings: smut! teasing, exhibition, language, sneaky, sex in the changing room.

a/n- another request but i changed it up a bit 🫡 love this rec.

word count: 1,226

nick and madi had planned this beach trip almost a week ago when they had seen that the weather was going to be in the 90s this weekend

they invited a few friends and told us to meet at madi’s house so we can all go together

so here i am putting on some shorts over my bathing suit before packing a beach bag and heading over to madi’s

once i arrive, i greet everyone with a hug before noticing chris’s gaze wash over my body

i ignore because i figure he’s just not used to seeing so much of me considering i only ever wear hoodies and sweats

we hop into car and laura drives us to the beach

once we get there we walk in and find a spot on the same where we could settle it. the beach was somewhat crowded but not as packed as it always is

i take off my shorts as we get ready to go into the ocean but i continue to notice chris’s gaze onto me

he tried to hide it whenever i would look over at him but i still noticed

we went into the water and had fun with the waves for about half and hour before heading back to our site to grab a snack

we all sat around as we ate our chips and sandwiches that laura had packed for us

“thank god for laura” nick states out loud as we all share a laugh

i take a bite of my turkey sandwich that she had prepped this morning and melt into the flavor

“you got mayo on your lip” chris says as he points to his face to show me where it would be on mine

i take my finger and slowly drag the mayo into my mouth

“good?” i ask

he nods his head slowly

i turn my contact back to nick, matt, and madi’s conversation as i notice chris start to adjust himself from the corner of my eye

i get up to throw my sandwich wrapper out as i look down at him and make eye contact.

i notice the slight bulge that sits uncomfortably in his pants as he tries to hide it

was he hard from me? i question myself as i clean myself off and sit back down next to madi

i look back over at him and see him already staring down at me with a slight pout

he looks so bothered sexually. i can’t just sit here and ignore him

“im gonna try to find the bathrooms, chris come help” i insist out loud as an excuse to leave

“yeah sure.” he says before getting up and trying to shield his bulge away from our friends

i guide him to the changing room as he follows blindly

“wh- what are we doing?” he says shyly

“it’s okay chris, i’m gonna take care of you” i say while slowly undoing my bra

he groans at the sight of my freed breasts before trying to further hide boner

i remove his hands, “no need to hide from me baby. i already know what you need” i say as i sink down onto my knees

i place soft kisses on his bulge from the outside of his pants, creating a soft moan to escape chris’s lips

“shh baby, you gotta be quiet so nobody hears you” i say before sliding his pants down to free his cock

his dick twitches at the contact of my hands when i wrap around his shaft and wrap my mouth around the tip

he covers his mouth to mask his moans at the start a moving pace onto his cock

i jerk his cock back and forth as i use my mouth to push deep down into him.

circling my tongue around the tip whenever i needed a break from using my mouth

i felt the dripping precum leak into my mouth from his arousal as he squirms against the back wall of the changing room

“are you close baby?” i whisper up to him

he nods with his eyes shuttered

i remove my lips from his cock as a plea of confusion erupts all over his face

“sit” i insist

as he sits down on the bench that was accessible in all the dressing rooms, i slowly slide out my bikini bottoms and straddle onto him

i wrap my hands around his neck as he has his hands on my waist

i start to kiss him as i grind against his cock, feeling him moan and whine into my lips.

i angle his cock under me and i slowly start to sink down as hold back my breath from the filling pleasure

chris throws his head back into the wall as i start a fair pace of bouncing up and down on his cock

“f- fuck i don’t know how long i can’t la- last… mmm you’re so fucking tight you’re squeezing against me” he stutters out

i tilt his head to look at me as i ride his cock, “hold out for as long as you can okay? and don’t break eye contact. or i’m gonna stop”

he nods his head as his breath starts to pick up

i cover his mouth to hold him back from making too much noise

with my other hand i start to circle my clit as i continue to look into his eyes.

his eyes flutter back and forth ask he tries to hold back his pleasure

i remove my hand and i start to kiss him again, sloppily kisses with quiet moans that fill into each other as i bounce and circle my clit on his cock

i felt the knot of pleasure in my stomach start to fall loose. i start to bounce on his cock faster as i speed up the circulation on my clit

chris whimpers into the air, “fuck. you c- can’t do th- that. i’m not gonna be able to hold back”

“it’s okay baby, you can cum now. let it all go into me” i say as i start to feel myself release onto his cock

i cover his mouth as i notice his breath start to fasten.

he lets out a hard “mmmmm” into my hands as i feel him slightly thrust up into me, indicating his arrival.

i cover his mouth and he lets his head fall back again the wall

“you’re a freak for getting turned on by the sight of me in a bathing suit” i laugh trying to lighten the mood

“i can’t help it, not when this bathing suit highlights every feature of your beauty” he breaths out

i hop myself off him and lend him a hand up before i start to put my bikini back on

we leave the changing room and head to bathroom so i can clean up while he waits outside

after i finish we head back to our spot where matt, nick, and madi are waiting for us

“what took you guys so long?” nick asks shamelessly

“the bathrooms line was so long you’d think we were on the waitlist to enter the gates of heaven..” i lie

they all share a laugh while i look at chris

“yeah no it was fucking crazy.” chris adds before looking back at me with a smirk

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miragemurder · 5 months

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Spotlight

Pairing: Veneer x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff

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A Oneshot/short story for all the Veneer lovers out there, since there are a few fanfics. ★ ★ ★

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Lights, Camera, Action. Mount Rageous was a bustling city with many young and talented people alike. The city was mainly known for their famous singers as every road had a sign showing off the different types of music the place was made of. Bright colors everywhere as the overall vibe gave off an 80’s and 90’s type aesthetic. It honestly was overstimulating but most people didn’t mind.

You were out partying with one of your friends when you first heard about these overnight stars. They were the talk of the town, everyone knew them, besides you.

“Who?..”

“You’re telling me that you don’t know who the Velvet and Veneer are?”

“Let me guess, artists?” You sighed. Honestly you didn’t really care to keep track of the next upcoming popstars of the week. You just wanted to enjoy the music. Everyone here was so involved in everything it seemed almost tiring, and boring.

“Only the best artists ever! Have you heard their new single Watch Me Work? It’s absolutely amazing!” Your friend shrieked, obsessed with the new stars.

You shrugged and continued on with the rest of the party, joining in and dancing along to whatever was playing. You were having a good time until eventually it became tiring. You tapped on your friend’s shoulder signifying that you were gonna head to the bathroom but in all honesty, you just needed a break.

You headed to the left side of the club, back to where the bathrooms were. There were barely any people here surprisingly. You thought there would be more since, well it’s a club there’s probably some sort of shady shit happening. It was quite calm and you quietly thanked the lord. All the music and lights could be overstimulating. You were just about to head into the bathroom when you saw a hallway with a ramp a little far right to the bathrooms.

‘Hmm… wonder where that can lead to.” You thought. You shrugged it off and turned back around to go into the bathroom. You were just about to enter as you felt someone knock into your shoulder. You turned around confused, staring at who just bumped into you.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! Did I hurt you? These shoulder pads can be a bit… much.” The stranger stared at you, frantically apologizing and waving his hands around. You looked back with a wild expression. His hair was green and styled into a pompadour like mullet. He wore black pants that were oddly shaped and light pink shoes. His top was very extraordinarily as he had huge shoulder pads with a purple diamond on each side, and a smaller one on his chest.

“Oh no, you’re fine. I’m just surprised I didn’t see you there.” You laughed softly, watching his facial expression. He had a quizzical look on his face, like if you didn’t just realize who you were talking to.

“Heh.. yeah well honestly I don’t know why my sister picked this outfit, not my thing. Anyways, I got to get backstage, hope you’re enjoying the show.” He smiled and turned around, confidently strutting back out and heading up that weird hallway you were questioning earlier.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, questioning what just happened and why that guy was wearing such an outfit. You splashed your face with some water and closed your eyes, taking some time to relax before you went back out there. After a couple of minutes, you heard your phone buzz and quickly picked it up. It was a message from your friend.

“OMG! OMG! You have to hurry! Velvet and Veneer are gonna perform!” It read. You sighed, rolled your eyes, and put your phone back into your pocket.

You walked out of the bathroom and unwillingly went into the crowd of people. It was like the crowd got ten times louder, everyone excited to see the next performance. You groaned and continued to slide into the crowd, pushing around trying to get back to your friend.

“Hey I’m back, what’s going on?” You tapped your friends shoulder, making them aware of your presence.

“You made it just in time! Velvet and Veneer are gonna perform!” She squealed, holding onto your arm and jumping up and down. You pulled your arm back and nodded your head, not really caring about what your friend was talking about. Even if you didn’t care that much, you were still happy that she was happy.

The crowd quieted a little as the announcement over the speaker came on.

“Ladies and gentleman! Please welcome your stars of the show, Velvet and Veneer!”

Everyone started jumping up and down, dancing and overall going crazy. You watched as the two stars came out onto the stage when suddenly your stomach dropped. You recognized one of them.

Did you just accidentally meet Veneer?

You stood dazed and shocked while your friend was bouncing and cheering. They gave you a quick glance before they noticed your expression. Quickly, they stopped bouncing and came closer to your awkward self.

“Hey, are you alright?” They asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. They tried to comfort you but it was a little hard since the crowd of people were being pushed into you two.

“Yeah I just… remember when I went to the bathroom?” You glanced down then you turned your head to look up at them.

“Yeah of course, that was like fifteen minutes ago.” They laughed a little.

“Well, when I was waking in I kind of accidentally pumped into someone, and that someone may or may not have been.. Veneer.” You gave your friend an awkward smile, hoping that they would believe you accidentally just met a famous singer.

“Are you being serious? Like are you sure it was him?” Your friend questioned. They wanted to believe you but it sounded crazy. It’s very unlikely to accidentally walk into a celebrity.

“The guy had huge shoulder pads and green hair, I’m pretty sure it was him.” You tilted your head in a “duh” like manor. They gave you an amused look and then smiled.

“Well, what are we doing over here? We gotta get up close to see if he recognizes you!” They grabbed your hand and swiftly started pushing past people to get to the front of the stage. You were left shocked as you tried to pull your hand away from your friend’s monstrous grip.

“Wait I don’t think that’s a good idea-“ you yelled out, trying to get them to hear you.

“Of course it is! Come on!” They continued to push past the crowd of people until you guys got to the very front of the stage. You were terrified, your body was in a state of shock and panic as you watched the stars right above you. You watched as they performed their many songs, looking out into the crowd and waving at the audience.

You watched as Veneer looked down into the crowd, waving to people until he stopped and looked at you. His face faltered for a second before he got back into character. He smiled, waving at you until he did something a little unexpected.

He winked.

You felt like you just got set on fire, your face burning up to what felt like a thousand degrees. You gave him a shocked reaction, jaw dropped while you stood there motionless. He laughed and went back to looking at the rest of the crowd. You felt like you were gonna pass out.

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A while after the whole party died down, you were in a corner of the club with your friend chilling and talking about random crap from your younger years. Most of the people left while some stayed with friends to drink and chat. It was almost time for the club to close before you saw someone walk out from backstage.

“Oh hey! It’s you!” Veneer walked up to you and your friend, a huge smile across his face.

“Oh my gosh we are such huge fans, can I have a picture!” Your friend cheered, bouncing up and down with their phone in hand.

“Why of course!” He laughed. Your friend brought up their phone and took what felt like five thousand photos.

“Thank you so much!” Your friend squealed. You tried to calm her down until you saw Veneer staring at you.

“So did you like the show? Was it worth it? Did I look good” He said that last part smugly, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk on his face. You giggled and nodded your head.

“It was really good! You guys did fantastic.” You smiled. You meet this guy a couple hours ago but it felt like love at first sight, as cringe as that may be.

“Well… I know I’m technically not allowed to do this but…” he held out a piece of paper with his name and number, you stared at it in shock.

“Here’s my number, if you ever wanna talk.” He looked up at you and gave you a kind-hearted smile. You nodded and thanked him.

“Well, would you look at the time! I must get going before Velvet kills me!” He laughed, slightly worried.

“No literally, she might actually kill me. Anyways it was nice meeting you…?” He paused, giving you a questioning look.

“[______]” you said, giving him a small smile.

“Ah [_____], it was nice meeting you!” He smiled as he walked off giving you a ‘call me’ sign with his fingers. You laughed and turned back to your friend.

“I cannot believe that just happened! Oh my god congrats!” They yelled while squishing you in a huge bear hug. You hugged them back, laughing and spinning around with them like you just won the lottery.

You’ll definitely be calling him later.

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Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this oneshot/short story I made. It was barely revised and I don’t really have a lot of experience so I hope it was decent lol (He’s a little out of character.) It was quite fun and I hope to write more in the future! Leave requests in the comments!

Part 2: Secret

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#trolls #trolls band together #veneer x reader #velvet and veneer #veneer trolls #fanfic #gn reader #veneer #veneer trolls x Reader #oneshot #short story

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Lights, Camera, Action! - scaramouche x reader smau

summary:

you’re best friends with the famous band of all time, 5WIRL. however, DCKZ are rising to the top which are leaving your friends in the dust. the solution: add a new member, a new face to start some attention! it did cause attention alright, especially for your heart.

pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader

genre: band au, smau, fluff, crack, celebrity x reader, angst

warning: cursing, scandals, false rumors, kys jokes, mistreatment

status: completed!

taglist: closed :(

5WIRL the lovers DCKZ

Prologue: 1 & 2

01: congratulations! (you’re fucked)

02: common venti L

03: todays the day

04: childe has 0 rizz

05: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, SIX

06: let’s do it

07: << egg sandwiches

08: not your wife

09: fake birthday

10: scarapoo

11: sandwich kisses

12: stay mad

13: kaeyas delusional era

14: yn’s love life

15: SCARA!

16: therapist venti

17: the first show

18: bitchy woman

19: cricket cricket

20: just a friend

21: oh

22: strong

23: retweet

24: im glad to have met you

25: the delusions won

26: HE WANT ME

27: yes

28: TEN?????

29: giggling

30: hoe list

31: date night

32: together 4eva

33: bf reveal

34: enough is enough

35: best friends

36: sugar booger

37: marriage arc

38: fucking kids

39: by my side

40: kazurizz

41: oops i did it again

42: suck it up

43: stupid + stupid

44: = scarayn

45: angel from heaven

46: jealousy jealousy

47: boy what

48: fine then

49: feelings suck

50: hopefully

51: I’m Sorry

52: two weeks!?

53: he’s everywhere

54: bitchless era

55: good luck (you need it)

56: the artist named “….”

57: bye boyfie

58: love confessions

59: yn the widow

60: scara the widower

61: NOW NOW NOW

62: TAY

63: PAC-MAN

64: horrible people

65: pussy

66: big fan

67: what about us?

68: ten kids confirmed

69: crashing down

70: sleeping beauty

71: Goodbye Moon

72: new you new me

73: rattled cages

74: Better luck next time

75: Here Goes

76: Therefore, you and me

77: communication is key

78: the art of love

79: last show

80: thoma ache

81: masked singer

82: think about it

83: haters gonna hate

84: mamas boy

85: you hafta

86: it’s over

87: 2 brothers 2 men

88: Yns Mona Lisa

89: star

90: horn dog

91: win or lose

92: fight club

93: warmth

94: This is Life

95: Epilogue

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fuck-customers · 4 months

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Kind of a fuck customers but also a satisfying story at the same time.

My role in the call center I work in involves taking specifically corporate calls, which means I spend all day talking to “business professionals” (and I use that term loosely) including CEOs. As you can imagine, over 90% of these CEOs are the scum of the earth and the most entitled assfaces on the planet.

A week or so ago, I took a call and went through my usual routine of greeting the cardholder and then began going over verification questions. Since we’re A.) a bank and B.) a bank that handles corporate and government credit cards, we take security seriously and require a caller to be able to verify 3 pieces of information based on what the person responsible for their credit cards put on the account. If they don’t pass, we refer them to their company to get the right details.

So as I’m doing this, the guy on the phone is getting increasingly irritated as he keeps getting the security questions wrong. I’m calm and professional the entire time but firm. Eventually I run out of things to verify with him and tell him that we won’t be able to assist and that he needs to contact his administrator. This is apparently where I went wrong.

“LADY I AM THE ADMINISTRATOR!!” He screeches. Ok, great. I look him up and that’s true but there’s a second admin listed, so I ask him to check in with him. He then yells “THERE IS NO OTHER ADMIN! I’M THE CEO OF THIS COMPANY FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!”

I apologize and tell him while that may be true, he still got his security questions wrong and needs to reach out to his account coordinator then. This man then proceeds to scream at me for the next minute or so saying how we’re an awful bank, how he’s had problems with us for years, blah blah and how we have the worst customer service ever. Keep in mind, I’ve been nice and empathetic this entire time but also I’m not gonna lose my fucking job just because a guy in a suit doesn’t know his shit. I give him the email to his account coordinator and stress again that he needs to talk to them. Then this exchange happens:

Him: “So let me get this straight. You are saying you are REFUSING and UNWILLING to help me, right?

Me: “No, actually I’d love to help you, however we have these security procedures in place for yours and your company’s protection and cannot make exceptions for anyone.”

Him: “This is fucking UNBELIEVABLE! I’ve HAD IT with this bank!!”

Me: “Ok, I’m sorry to hear that. Anything else I can do for you before we disconnect?”

Him: “WHAT IS YOUR NAME? I NEED YOUR NAME. NOW.”

Me: *gives my first name and spells it for him even though it’s a very basic 4 letter name because I’m a bitch*

Him: YOUR LAST NAME.

Me: “We don’t give out anything but our first name for the safety of our employees.”

Him: *insert that condescending, pissed off chuckle middle aged men do when they’re mad here* “Well I’ll tell you what (My Name), when I close this account and pull my MILLIONS OF DOLLARS out of (bank name) and they ask me why, I’ll make sure to tell them that it’s (My Name)’s fault. And I will see to it that you won’t be able to get another job outside of the minimum wage fast food job or whatever you had before this. How does that sound?”

Me: “Sounds great. Now seeing as how this conversation is no longer productive or professional and threats are being made, I’ll be terminating the call, have a nice day.”

Him: “DO NOT HANG UP O-“

Me: *click*

And that’s how making rich, powerful men rage-cry became my new favorite hobby. Thankfully, I haven’t gotten any feedback on that call; not that I would, seeing as how I did my job exactly how I was supposed to. Anyways I hope I’m his 13th reason. ❤️

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my favorite thing to think about is camp half blood and them as a community so here’s random chb head cannons bc i said so and i love them

this is gonna be long

i’ve said this before i’ll say it again Aphrodite cabin haircut day (which spans abt a week) it’s a whole production they have a sign up system and everything like an actual salon it’s super fun because everyone’s just talking to eachother and laughing as they sit on the floor infront of their “hair stylist”

basically every year like a yearly check up (see point 2) the aph cabin will hold a yearly hair cut day(s) where you can come in and really request anything but it’s really for just trims so no one’s walking around with split ends

don’t get me wrong if you want to cut your own hair you can you can also get a haircut any other time of the year if you want but it’s like a whole thing and it’s just easiest to do it during that time

yearly health screenings!! they also do like a screening when you first come into camp to see if anyone has allergies disabilities etc etc this is also a whole production but is less fun (apollo kids are more strict when it comes to your literal health)

on sunny days people lounge in the grass taking the sheets from their beds to make picnic type blankets but literally once one small group does it the entire field is covered in blankets all connected

when this happens it’s such a fun experience sometimes they’ll have kids dueling to the left while to the right some apollo kids are playing and singing with their friends as they pass strawberries throughout the entire coven and get sunburnt together

there’s a sign next to the dock that says “no running on dock” and edged under it is “unless percy’s on duty”

i feel like when percy is near the water/near the dock it becomes an automatic like safe zone and kids love it bc they can sprint and cannon ball off the dock without embarrassingly slipping and going to the infirmary with their heads down

speaking of percy he has a class teaching kids how to preen and handle the pegasi (pegasus??) where a bunch of them will come and lay out in the sun and he’ll walk around showing on blackjack what feathers to pluck and which to leave alone etc etc

genuinely fuck the godly parent pavilion table rule everyone sits where they want to sit when you first come it’s customary to sit with your siblings just so you get used to the people you’ll be living with but once your comfortable you sit with your friends when you want to

some kids don’t even sit at the table they sit on the floor or right outside the pavilion on the grass or on the edge with their close friend they try to not have kids eating in the big house but who’s to really stop them tbh

(i believe this one’s kinda cannon) but they have a comunal tv inside the big house along with the comunal computer and they have movie nights or you can sign up for a personal movie night but 90% of the time people will probably join you

also comunal landline lol

they also make their own movies and host their own plays when they want to (see next point) normally the apollo and aphro kids help with this but it always comes down to the hephaestus kids who record and convert so everyone can watch it on the big screen

many kids who passed in the wars are preserved in this way

PLAYS they have so many plays hosted normally by the apollo kids hephaestus and aphrodite kids help with the assembly and makeup surprisingly the 2 most cabins who actually preform (aside from apollo) are athena and ares

idk i feel like ares kids need this outlet they always act like they’re doing it only bc a lot of their friends are creatives but it’s a lie

normally the plays are just greek myths that they do with a modern twist but they can also do poems or other fun things the kids want (it’s kinda like a talent show type thing)

camp magazine!! again i’ve said this before but GYATTTT i will die on the hill of camp magazine

the magazine is a short little thing that goes out once a month normally having camp gossip interviews and reminders that go out for the month

every month the cover is decided by the ending of the previous magazine (there’s a poll) sometimes they have special guest models on the front like vogue when the aphro kids are really feeling themselves

percy has been this model on many occasions and tho he doesn’t really know it annabeth has kept every cover he’s on

this magazine was originally run by selina and after she died it was sent out to memorialize the kids who died during the first war with a pic of her and charlie as the front cover; it stopped running after that

yearly ms o’leary camp cleaning day

this is the most hectic day in chb herstory like genuinely

they have to split into 3 groups A B and C once A gets tired B comes in once Bs tired C comes in then it starts again

percy’s there as a constant stream of water and the hephaestus kids make giant scissors so they can trim her along with extra big dog brushes so they can get all her fur (i head cannon her as a HUGE fluffy dog fight with a wall idc) they always finish her off with some bows and a feast to celebrate

athena kids have a sign up sheet outside their cabin where you can sign up to get tutored you just write what you need help with and when you want the help and someone normally can

same with ares kids and learning how to fight

tbh most cabins have this when it comes to certain special talents like learning how to play instruments or gardening

they have a huge bulletin in the big house where people can pin things up have it be reminders about yearly things pictures they want up help wanted posters (lol) drawings really anything

you can leave everything up for a week for everyone to see then it’s a curtesy thing to take it down to make room for new things

help posters are infact a thing normally it’s just with things they can’t get help with day of or something that isn’t actually too important or for something far in the future

ie, if they need more actors for their play or a window won’t close or something

everyday (and this is cannon) you have a chore if you bust your ass to the big house you can sign up to some of the good ones that don’t take as long but the longer you wait to sign up the faster the good ones go

this sets up for a lot of bargaining between campers abt getting different chores but a lot of the times people do them together or with friends and it really isn’t that bad

kids often set up their own stands with different things could be sign up for a 2 minute sketch a lemonade stand or other random things

they sometimes set up field trips out to the mortal world emphasis on the sometimes

if they do it’s normally to a more crowded area like a museum or a park or something so it’s harder for monsters to smell them they also have to go armed and with at least 1 seasoned vet to every 2 campers

this has to be approved by chiron 1 month in advance and has to have said vets signature so kids are just making shit up

these groups don’t really get any bigger than 10 or so campers and they only really stay out for a couple hours but it’s always everyone’s favorite thing

since kids can’t use phones other then the landline they have a lot of cameras like a LOT of cameras every cabin has a couple and there are some in the big house too for kids to borrow and take pics with

if you break it you normally have to take on the chore of whoever’s fixing it along with whatever chiron says

you also sign up for these so they know when you took them when you brought them back and you MUST mark any scratches or anything that might happen so everyone is aware of the status of these cameras (they have monthly maintenance checks)

it’s really funny when you look through the pics different cabins take with their camera you can really tell who’s who’s

at the end of every month they get gone through by the cabin to delete whatever they don’t need and converted into whatever the cabins want so they can be preserved and reused later

camp family album; every year they take a camp picture

in the big house there’s a small library of things ranging from the memorial book to ancient greek books to the family album that holds signatures like a yearbook and camp pictures that chiron loves the most and he keeps in the book

the year(s) the books span over are written on the side so campers can look for themselves and see the history behind chb

ok i’m going to leave that at that bc i need to go clean but i will maybe come back to this later ok byeee～ (^з^)-♡

#hoo #pjo #heros of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #hoo fandom #pjo fandom #hoo text post #pjo text post #hoo/pjo #camp half blood #annabeth chase and percy jackson #annabeth pjo #chb

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for sleeping with a 20 year old?

tw: mentions of potential grooming, age gap relationships, nsft/nsfw, vague discussions of sex

So, me (38m) and my wife (39f) are in an open relationship. Basically, we’re both bisexual and not quite ready to limit our sex lives to one person yet. So, we decided to allow friends with benefits situations outside of our relationship. No romantic stuff, no dating, just sex.

In January, my wife went to stay at her best friend’s (28f) house and have some fun together. I don’t mind at all, I was kind of glad to have our apartment to myself for a week. Now, there’s this queer bar that me and my wife frequent and it’s a good mix of all age demographics and identities.

There’s this one trans guy, I’ll call him M, that most people in the local community know because he’s very attractive. He reminds me of a very short Eric Draven mixed with Eddie Vedder. (Oddly specific, I know) Like, he has long-ish curly brown hair, big brown eyes, the sweetest smile ever and he dresses very well. A little grunge here, a little rockstar there. Good jewelry. You get it.

I always catch people staring at him when he’s at the bar with his friends. (We live in Europe btw, legal drinking age is 18.) In short, I find him very cute. He’s basically a micro celebrity among the community and he doesn’t even know it.

So, while my wife was away I went down to the bar and his friend group invited me to come sit with them. We started talking, he’s super funny and we began talking about Pearl Jam because of the shirt I was wearing. Found out he’s obsessed with the music scene of the 90s, specifically rock and grunge, and I happen to have a collection of merchandise of the big 4. I invited him to come check it out and he eagerly accepted. None of his friends wanted to come, so it was just us two. Showed him the stuff, he got super excited about it and I even let him keep one of my Soundgarden shirts and some CDs.

I offered to cook dinner, we ate and then had some weed brownies for dessert. We got posted on the couch, talked for a good while and he began confiding in me. I’m not gonna go into detail because that’s shitty, but he basically told me he’d never had a positive sexual experience up to that point. Apparently all of his exes were switches leaning submissive and he’s purely submissive, so things never really worked out and he never finished with any of them.

I told him about me and my wife’s arrangements and some other stuff about our sex life. (Don’t worry, my wife is 100% okay with this. Even in this context.)

Here’s where I might be the asshole, if not the creep:

Now, I was pretty high at that point and I joked about how I could give him a positive experience. To my surprise, he actually eagerly accepted. I was a bit hesitant because we were both buzzed, but he kept reiterating that he’s consenting and that he’s sure he wants this. So, I made sure he had a good night and he actually ended up sleeping over and we cuddled. It was super nice and he seemed genuinely ecstatic about it the next morning, it was adorable. I was honestly just happy that I was able to give him a positive sexual encounter.

We exchanged numbers, kept texting for two days and he ended up coming over again. Had some more fun together and he went to go sleep over at a friend’s place. At that point, I sort of realized that I may be catching feelings for him. Which is against me and my wife’s rules and also just a horrible idea, especially considering the age gap. So, I let him know that I need some distance and he was super understanding. He was understandably a bit disappointed but didn’t complain or anything.

Once my wife came back, I told her about everything. This is just a thing we do because it helps avoid speculation and unnecessary jealousy. We always tell each other about what happens with our other sexual partners, but only if they consent to it. Which most of them do because they’re our friends. She seemed a bit unnerved by it, not because of the fact that I had feelings for him, but because of the age difference. She said it’s weird and predatory and told me she needed some time to think.

Apparently, she went to go check in on M and asked him if I pressured him into anything. He said it was a 100% mutual thing and he’s very much into older guys, so he enjoyed it quite a lot.

This put her mind at ease but I’m still quite shaken by it. I never stopped to consider the fact that the age difference is quite concerning. I can’t help but feel like a nasty creep that bribed some poor 20 year with old band shirts to come sleep with him. I don’t like that I didn’t even think about it. Talking with M came so easy and we share a lot of interests. I’m not about to go and say he’s 'mature for his age' because he isn’t, he acts like any other 20 year old.

I was just so focused on how attractive and interesting he is to me, I fear I might’ve acted extremely selfish and should’ve stopped to take his lack of experience and his naivety into account. Of course he’d sleep with me, he’s 20 and doesn’t know any better. It should’ve been my job, as the older adult, to put a stop to it. Please don’t hesitate to give it to me straight.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #eyestrain

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nolita-fairytale · 8 months

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don’t want to walk alone | carmen ‘carmy' berzatto | chapter three: september

summary: the moment we've all be waiting for: you and carmy get married.

warnings: swearing, eventual smut, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov, she/her pronouns

wc: 7.1k

listen to: the official don't want to walk alone playlist. there is SO much music in this chapter, so per the playlist, it starts with 'it takes two' and ends with 'love story.'

a/n: ok so this chapter was a behemoth to write and i am in fact in love with it. it's taken me days, really weeks, to get what i wanted out of it and i still feel like i could've gone deeper. however, i'm also kind of just happy to have this out in the world and give these two the wedding they wanted me to give them. each moment was curated and thought out, down to the music selection so this chapter is really just a product of me stewing on this idea for quite a bit of time. this is a part of my make my heart surrender universe so check out the masterlist if you haven't read the series! next up? their long weekend at the langham where we really get carmy x reader and moments for just them. please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.

part two | masterlist | part four

“It takes two to make a thing go riiiiight.”

You never pictured the night before your wedding like this, you think to yourself, as you listen to Fak sing, to the best of his ability in a somewhat-decent falsetto, along to the 90s hip hop classic.

Hell, you’re not sure you really ever pictured your wedding, but as you sit, surrounded by the people you love, you can’t see it going any other way than this. You watch as Richie rallies up as many people as he can for shots of Mallort, recounting that infamous morning at Ceres – a story he’s told over and over again, yet still manages to tell as animated and boisterously as the first time you heard it.

You groan as you watch Richie successfully convince Gary to take a shot with him, Gary’s face twisting into a look of disgust in response to the foul taste of the Chicago liquor, as Sugar reminds him that he should know better by now.

Carmy gives your knee a squeeze while simultaneously brushing off Richie’s attempt at shoving a shot in his direction. You laugh, a warm feeling filling you to the brim (could be the beer, could be being surrounded by your people), while Sydney jumps right into her best Rob Base impression.

It just so happens that your continuously put-off ‘let’s shoot for next month’ karaoke plans with a few staff members from The Bear coincided with plans to go out with friends before the wedding, which is how you’ve found yourself here.

After a lovely dinner at The Bear, your parents went back to the hotel for the night, insisting that you two go and have your fun. And as much as you would’ve loved to have brought your mother-who-has-a-doctorate-in-music-theory to karaoke night, she much preferred a good night’s sleep.

The crowded bar claps enthusiastically as Fak and Sydney wrap up their song, finishing their truly-made-up-only-for-comedy dance moves. You giggle, exchanging another glance with Carmy, as your friends take their bows, before shuffling off of the stage.

You hear the loud boom of the emcee’s voice through the microphone as he says:

“And up next we got… Tina!”

“Let’s go, T!” you shout through hands crowded around your mouth, in an effort to increase your volume of sound.

Carmy cheers, clapping his hands together as Richie enthusiastically chants Tina’s name while Tina makes her way to the stage.

“This is gonna be good,” Sugar nudges you, from where you are, seated in between the Berzatto siblings.

You nod your head in agreement before settling in a little closer to Carmy.

“The queen, herself,” Sydney remarks, gesturing towards the stage as she and Fak both return to your table. Sydney pulls up a chair next to where you and Carmy sit while Fak joins Richie on the other side of it. “And the ONLY act that could follow our exceptional performance.”

“Well, exactly,” you agree, playfully.

You exchange a laugh with Syd, while Carmy playfully rolls his eyes at the two of you.

The crowded bar room goes quiet as soon as Tina reaches the stage, smiling nervously as she grabs the mic.

“This one goes out to our favorite Jeffrey. And his lady Jeff,” she begins, earning a round of cheers and hollers from the group you’re with. Tina blows a kiss you and Carmy’s way, before nodding at the emcee to begin.

“I love you guys.”

You hear the beginning notes of the iconic Etta James tune, gasping in anticipation of her song:

“at last my love has come along my lonely days are over and life is like a song.”

You sigh in admiration, a hand over your heart as Tina continues to sing. Her voice is powerful, soulful – perfect for the song, really – as she continues into the second verse.

“at last the skies above are blue my heart was wrapped up in clover the night I looked at you.”

This time, it’s Carmy who steals a glance your way, his mind taken back to that fateful night at a bar in Hell’s Kitchen, when he spilled his drink on you so many years ago. You’re entranced, enchanted, with Tina’s performance, and he thinks to himself, that maybe this is the best it’s ever going to get: being here with you, getting to love you, on the cusp of promising you ‘forever’ tomorrow.

Never had he expected that you’d make it this far. You’d always been so much cooler than him – well-liked, talented, funny – in and out of the kitchen, that he had no idea how the hell he was supposed to talk to you without vomiting all over your shoes out of nerves.

He can remember that night so vividly: standing there in the restroom of the bar he can barely remember the name of, while you stood across from him with the kind of glare on your face he swore could kill him. But you didn’t, and after many attempts to push you away, you asked him to be your friend, deeming it the day that started it all – a friendship that would teeter the line of friendship and something more, one that would bloom into the greatest love he’s ever known. As much as he hates to give Nate fucking Walker any kind of credit, he’ll the be first in line to say he’s glad the jagoff pushed him into you, setting it all in motion.

You can see that Carmy’s become distracted, lost in thought as the song finishes, something behind your favorite pair of blue eyes as the entire bar ignites into a huge round of celebratory claps for Tina’s performance.

You look up over at him, setting your beer bottle down on the table before leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“I can hear you thinkin’ over there, Berzatto,” you tease him quietly, pulling him from his trip down memory lane. “It’s only the night before the biggest day of your life. Relax.”

Carmy rolls his eyes playfully in response, but before he can properly respond to your jab, the emcee has begun introducing the next karaoke singers to the stage.

“Alright. Looks like I’ve got uh… three singers here this time,” the emcee says, his voice cutting sharply through the crowd of remaining cheers. “Let’s welcome Sydney back to the stage with… Sugar and… the bride to be!”

“What!?” you exclaim, your eyes wide with surprise as Sydney jumps to her feet.

“But I didn’t-,” you begin to protest, as Sugar pulls you to your feet, tugging on your arm.

“Oh there’s no way in hell we’re letting you sit this one out,” Sugar orders you, as Sydney rushes to your side, ushering you towards the stage.

“Yeah this was your idea!” Sydney simultaneously reminds you.

“Babe! Help!” you call out to Carmy, only to be met with a shrug and a look that says ‘don’t think I could if I tried.’

“Oh, he’s in on this,” Sydney adds, which does explain why he didn’t even attempt to help you when your friends began dragging you out of your chair. “So don’t even think about asking him for help.”

“Wh-? But I don’t even know what we’re singing!” you continue to protest, looking from Sugar to Sydney as they push you onto the stage with them.

“Trust,” Sydney reassures you, her face serious, while Nat slides a sash over you (one you’ve refused to wear all night) that has the word, ‘BRIDE’ printed over it in huge gold lettering. You groan, sending a glare in Nat’s direction, even though you know it’s all in good fun.

You hear Richie shout, while Fak and Marcus clap loudly, and Carmy laughs, shouting words of encouragement your way.

You know there’s no use in putting up a fight, especially since this was your idea anyways, as you begrudgingly take one of the three wireless mics. Before you can ask once more, what the hell Syd and Nat signed the three of you up to sing, a distinct slide of piano keys comes in, lighting up the karaoke screen in front of you.

You grin immediately, in recognition, and to your two best friend’s delight, as they smile too, raising the mics to your lips to sing:

“friday night and the lights are low looking out for a place to go where they play the right music getting in the swing you come to look for a king.”

You laugh as your friends point towards Carmy on the last line. The three of you continue to sing the next part with reckless abandon, and all is forgiven.

You could care less about how the three of them conspired against you to get you up here. All that matters now is that you’re here, singing one of your favorite songs with your best friends, grooving and dancing to the ABBA classic, as you prepare to marry your best friend.

“you can dance you can jive having the time of your life ooh, see that girl watch that scene digging the dancing queen.”

"what good is love without any strings?" dayglow, 'close to me'

“Baby.”

Carmy groans in response, as soon as he hears the low hum of your voice.

“Good morning,” you say, a soft smile on your face as you watch him begin to blink his eyes open.

Carmy turns his head towards you, and he can’t believe he gets to wake up to this – to you – every single day.

“Hey,” he says back, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “Good Morning, sweetheart.”

“Guess what?” you ask him with the kind of glee and anticipation as a kid on Christmas morning.

“Hmm?” he hums, as you smooth a hand over his chest, your body pressed against his side as you look at your soon-to-be husband.

“We’re getting married today,” you grin, a giddiness that bubbles inside of you.

“‘S that so?” he mumbles, playfully.

“Uh huh,” you nod with a chuckle, this time playing along. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

Instead of replying with words, Carmy swiftly wraps an arm around you, before flipping you so that you’re the one on your back this time. You let out of a shriek and a laugh as he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before adding:

“How could I ever?”

You shrug casually, “Weeeelll…. you just have so much going on up there.” You reach up to where Carmy hovers above you, brushing a golden curl out of his eyes as you continue your little dance.

“You know, between the restaurant and all that time spent being a genius,” you joke, bantering with Carmy. “Don’t know how you have the time to remember silly little things like wedding dates and what not.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Carmy laughs, shaking his head incredulously, before pressing another kiss, this one much deeper to your lips again.

And this time, as he pulls away, he gives you one of those languid looks that pierces right through your soul replying much more seriously this time with:

“I could never forget you.”

The way he says it with such conviction takes your breath away, and you know that Carmy means it. The double meaning isn’t lost on him either.

It’s one of the reasons he called you all those years ago to come teach Marcus; it’s why you ended up in Chicago:

Because as much as he tried, as damn good at compartmentalizing as he’d always been, he really could never forget you. Carmy shakes his head once more, a playful smile on his face as he leans down to kiss you again, wondering when the hell he got this fuckin’ sentimental. As he places his mouth over yours, you’re more than happy to switch gears into doing this dance for a little longer.

Carmy traces light shapes against your skin, his mouth pouring love into yours with every kiss, with every drag of his tongue. You gasp as he grinds his hips into yours, making it clear where he’d like this all to go. You pull away, only for a moment, giggling cheekily.

“Babe, I-,” you begin to protest, as Carmy chuckles, continuing to kiss you with zero intention of stopping “We… we’re going to be late.” This time, you feel his hands snake underneath the t-shirt you’ve been sleeping in, sending chills down your spine.

“And-, Carm-, I-, I have to do my hair for-, … and what about-, my parents, they’ll-,” you stammer through, your thoughts becoming all kinds of disorganized with the way Carmy’s lips move against your neck this time.

“I’ll be quick,” he answers with an aplomb you didn’t know he had in him.

“I don’t know if that’s the flex you think it is,” you tease him as his hands begin to cup your breasts, your body responding with an involuntary arch of your back.

“How fast I can make you come? I think it might be?” he murmurs against your lips, cockily.

“Carmy,” you moan, as he begins to pull your t-shirt up higher, making it incredibly difficult to think of your to-do list for much longer.

“Oh fuck it,” you sigh, deciding that, perhaps there’s no harm in getting the honeymoon started a little early anyways.

“That’s my girl,” Carmy whispers against you, grinning like a Cheshire cat as you surrender to him.

And he’s right about this too.

How fast he can make you cum deserves all kinds of bragging rights, awards – a Nobel Peace prize, even – and you’re not sure why you thought getting a head start on doing your hair would’ve been the better idea in the first place. You spend the morning in the arms of the man you plan to spend forever with as he writes love letters, promises to give you the world, declarations of adoration with the pleasure he brings you. And besides, you’re not running all that behind on time anyways – something you realize, as the two of you get out of the shower (a round two, really).

It takes a little longer than expected – mostly due to the fact that you and Carmy can’t seem to keep your hands off of each other – but against all odds, the two of you pull up to the courthouse right on time.

It’s a sight for sore eyes: you, running hand in hand with your husband-to-be in a white, halter-cut wedding dress while Carmy follows along, in a classic black suit – no tie around the neck – as the two of you hurry into the courthouse.

Sure, you could’ve tried to get here early – saved a little time and stress – but where’s the fun in that?

The two of you approach your families, hand in hand, to the sounds of your heels clicking against the marble floors of City Hall. The actual ceremony at City Hall, you’d both decided, would be family only.

Since you weren’t making a huge deal of it, you viewed this part as necessary paperwork, while the party itself could function as the ceremony and reception. But as soon as you see the look on your parents’ faces, you know this is more than just a few signed papers. You watch as their faces change, from impatient, waiting, eager, to in awe and emotional as you walk towards them.

You hear Ava shout your name, immediately dropping her dad’s hand as she runs towards you.

“Ava!!” you exclaim, bending down in your heels and white dress to scoop her up into a hug. You spin her around, just for a moment, before setting her back down on the floor.

“You look like a princess,” she says, completely in awe, her eyes wide as she looks up at you.

“You look like a princess, sweetie,” you reply, before giving her another hug. “And you know I can’t wait to hear your song, right?”

“I picked the best one,” she grins, proudly.

“I’m sure you did,” you reply confidently, with a playful wink.

“Oh-ho! Pay up, Rick,” Sugar mutters smugly, to Richie, as Carmy busies himself with greeting both of your parents.

Richie groans, muttering something profane as he not-so-discreetly hands Nat a $20 bill, earning a quizzical look from both of your parents that travels from Carmy and then to you.

“Sorry,” Richie apologizes, this time directing this one towards your parents as he holds up both hands, respectfully bowing his head.

You send a playful glare Richie’s way, earning a sardonic laugh from Natalie, as you push right past him and over to your parents.

“Oh sweetie,” your mom gasps, pulling you in for a tight squeeze.

“Hi, Mom,” you grin, as you hug her. “Dad!”

“My God, honey, you look beautiful,” your dad says, as it’s his turn next. You hug your dad, exchanging a few words about the morning, asking how they slept, how the hotel is, as your mom and Carmy hug it out.

This time, he turns his attention towards Carmy, so you release him, letting the two of them have their moment.

Taking your chance, while your parents are otherwise distracted, you make your way over to where Sugar and Richie stand.

“What? You guys were betting on whether or not we’d be late?” you ask Sugar, an eyebrow quirked in Richie’s direction.

“Listen,” Sugar sighs, cupping your face in her hands, endearingly. “You and Carm are nothing if not consistent.” You exchange a laugh with your almost-sister-in-law because you know she’s right. “And for the record, I bet that you’d be-.”

“Just in time!” the judge says, as he approaches the six of you, slipping his judge robe over his shoulders, black leather fold pressed against his chest. “You guys ready to get started?”

Carmy looks over at you, as if he’s waiting for you to take the lead here, and you nod, before the both of you turn back to the judge.

“Yes.”

“Great,” he smiles, clapping his hands together once. “Then let’s get you two married!”

"sooner or later, you'll find yourself right where you were, on the corner went looking for her, she had somethin' to tell you, she can't quite remember, but wait for a second, it always comes back to her, you always come back to her." -- the japanese house, 'morning pages'

And after dotting all appropriate i’s and crossing all necessary t’s, with one signed marriage license later, you, Carmy, your parents, Richie and Ava, Sugar, and Judge Thompson find yourself on the green roof of City Hall.

Carmy stands across you, his hands in yours, offering you a lifetime with one look from the most expressive blue orbs you’ve ever found yourself in.

“If you’d like to say something, if you prepared any vows… now would be the time,” Judge Thompson says, offering you and Carmy both the space to do so.

“Oh I think we-,” you begin, ready to decline the opportunity since you figured you’d save it for the reception.

“Actually uh, yeah. Can we?” Carmen interjects, sending you a look of reassurance.

“Of course,” Judge Thompson nods, giving you and Carmy the floor.

“Carm, I didn’t prepare anything for-,” you begin, but he’s quick to put your mind and heart at ease and he interjects with:

“It’s okay. I did.”

“Oh.”

You hadn’t expected this, since you both agreed you’d save any kind of speeches that may or may not happen today during the reception. But as Carmy’s palms grow clammier, a nervous look in his eyes as he searches for the words he’s practiced over the last few days, it becomes clear that he’s been planning this.

“As you know… I’m not always great with words,” he begins, almost apologetically, letting out a small laugh as he looks to Richie for reassurance. In turn, Richie gives Carmy a sympathetic nod, and you’re practically melting over the fact that he probably asked Richie for help with this.

Let it rip.

“I just uh-,” Carmy stammers, because he really, really wants to get this right. “Well, I’ll keep it brief.” He takes a breath, letting all of his nerves out on the exhale before beginning again.

Let it rip, buddy.

“I have loved you for so long – I think maybe since the day you brought me soup after I uh… you know, spilled my drink on you,” he states, earning the sweetest laugh from you, your friends, and family that came to witness.

“-- so I promise to love you for even longer, for forever. You changed my life.”

You exhale, trying your best not to cry right here and now, thankful for the mysterious powers of waterproof mascara.

“Jeez, no pressure,” you joke, dryly, before taking another breath, this time approaching your words with much more seriousness.

“Carmen. I’m so happy… that I changed your life,” you begin, cheekily, earning a laugh from your witnesses once more. “Because you changed mine. And I promise to love you forever.”

‘I love you,’ Carmy mouths to you, before nodding towards the judge to signal that you’re both done with your vows.

“Alright then,” Judge Thompson smiles, looking from you and then to Carmen, before uttering the question that will change the course of your life forever.

“I do,” Carmy replies, his voice even, sure, ready.

Natalie steps up this time, handing Carmy your ring, and you watch, teary eyed and full hearted as he slides it onto your left ring finger.

“And do you take Carmen Anthony Berzatto to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Judge Thompson repeats the question, this time for you to answer.

“Yeah, why the hell not?” you reply, earning a groan from your mother and a playful chuckle from your father.

“Yes. I do.”

At Richie’s encouragement, it’s Ava this time who steps up, handing you Carmy’s ring, with the sweetest most excited smile on her face as she looks from you to Carmy. You thank her, before returning your attention to Carmy once more. His eyes search your face, and there’s something so soft, so genuine in them that you think you’re going to cry as you help him put on his new piece of jewelry as well.

“Then by the power vested in me by the State of Illinois, I now pronounce you, husband and wife,” Judge Thompson concludes, contently.

“Should we-, do we kiss?” Carmy asks, looking from you to Judge Thompson.

“I’m just a civil servant but you may, yes,” he answers lightheartedly.

“Let’s go for it,” you shrug, taking a step towards Carmy.

Instead of answering, he smiles, stepping towards you before planting one on you in front of your friends and family that were invited to this brief ceremony.

While Sugar claps gleefully, Richie claps along muttering a ‘get a room,’ while you remind Carmy to keep it PG enough for your parents. You giggle, slowly pulling away from the kiss that begins the rest of your life with the man that you love.

“We did it, baby. We’re married,” you chuckle, in disbelief.

“Finally,” Carmy sighs, and you can see his smile from his lips to the crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

It doesn’t take long for your mom to usher both you and Carmy over to a spot in the garden she thinks will be best for pictures, just as the photographer arrives. She wasn’t wrong when she insisted you hire one, that you’d want to remember this day for the rest of your life. The photographer, who is incredibly talented, gets the shots needed up here in the garden, then downstairs, and outside, before you’re all off to Sugar’s place for the reception.

As you and Carmy sit in the car, having taken a separate one than your parents, you’re giddy with anticipation.

It’s all so surreal.

Never in his life did Carmy picture it ever getting this good, but as he looks over at you, your head resting on his shoulder, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, smiling to himself.

“We did it, sweet girl. We’re married,” he says, repeating your words from earlier.

“Yeah,” you grin, lifting your head off of his shoulder.

“We are, Bear.”

"give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be la vie en rose."

“No, Sugar! That’s not supposed to go out yet. Everything’s goin’ out family style. Let’s just take out the apps for-,” Carmy exclaims, stressed over the execution of your wedding reception-slash-brunch, because he just can’t help himself.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Bear!” she snaps at her brother. “Will you calm down and let us handle this?”

“I just want everything to-,” Carmy begins, his face blushing a shade darker.

“To go right. We know. And we know we’re just taking out apps, alright? Everyone else is outside, and everyone’s having a good time so just… relax,” she suggests, her tone serious because she’s just about to kick Carmy out of the kitchen.

Carmy shifts nervously, hyper-fixating on the happenings of the kitchen, his eyes tracking the movements of one of his caterer, Derek’s, sous chefs. It’s almost as if he needs to give himself a distraction as he asks, blankly:

“Do you uh… you think Mom is actually gonna show?”

Sugar pauses, the question throwing her.

“I… I don’t know. I called her yesterday. She never picked up. What do you think?” she replies, her voice quiet.

With your encouragement, you and Carmy had sent his mother an invitation to the brunch, only it’s been Sugar who’s followed up with her.

“We did what we needed to and if she doesn’t come, then she doesn’t come. I’m not pushin’ it,” Carmy had explained, justifying his actions, or rather, lack there of, to you.

She’s doubtful, but Nat can’t help the tiny glimmer of hope she has in her heart that Donna might show, even if she knows it’s unrealistic. In fact, her mom had barely been interested in stopping by as of late, ever since she’d told the Berzatto matriarch that she was pregnant. She keeps telling herself that it doesn’t matter – that it’s probably better if Donna doesn’t show – but it doesn’t help ease the disappointment she feels about the situation as a whole.

“Doubt it, honestly. Never even got an RSVP so,” Carmy shrugs, his eyes following one of the caterers as the woman plates a few Hors d'oeuvres on a large serving platter.

Before Sugar can say anything else about their mom, Carmy’s impulse takes over as he opens his mouth to give feedback to one of Derek’s assistants.

“Carmy!” she snaps, blocking his pathway with her body, before repeating one more time:

“Let. Us. Handle this.”

“I mean, are any of us actually surprised, Nat?” Sydney adds, as soon as she enters the kitchen from where she’s been outside in the backyard, in search of another plate to bring out. “He’s a control freak! We know this!”

“I-,” Carmy starts, knowing it’s no use protesting, as both Sugar and Syd begin guiding him out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“C’mon, Carm. Why don’t you go see what your wife is up to?” Sydney suggests, emphasizing your new title, earning a snicker from Natalie.

“Who’s wife? This wife?” you ask, as soon as your feet hit the bottom of the staircase.

“Woah,” is all Carmy says. He can’t help but stare, gawking at you in your new dress.

You’ve changed out of your near-floor length wedding dress into a sleeveless white blazer dress that’s much more friendly to hanging out with your friends and family outside, kept your hair the same, and put on one of those super stay red lipsticks that you’re eager to put through its paces.

It’s as if time stops when he sees you, and Sugar and Syd both notice, using this time to retreat back to their duties. The only thing that can break his focus right now is the way that you let a carefree laugh fly from your lips, as soon as you see that Natalie’s using the future baby’s baby gate that Nat must’ve purchased early, to officially block Carmy from coming back to the kitchen.

“What?” Carmy asks, only to be met with a gesture towards what Natalie is doing.

He frowns, immediately seeing the baby gate his sister has put up.

“You know, I’m not a baby,” he pouts at his sister.

“Then stop acting like one!” she parries right back, before disappearing into the kitchen to help out your caterer.

Quick to console your husband, you wrap your arms around your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“They’re only trying to make sure we have a good time, Bear,” you offer, sympathetically, only to be met with a heavy sigh because you know it feels near-impossible for him not to be in the kitchen.

“You trust Derek right?” you ask this time, referring to the caterer that Carmy hand-picked for your wedding.

“Yeah,” he nods.

“Okay. Then let’s go out there. Make our grand entrance,” you suggest, a playful smile on your lips.

“Yeah,” Carmy nods again, this time a little more sure about taking a step away from what’s happening inside the kitchen. You take his hand, leading him towards the back door that opens up to the backyard.

You’re truly amazed at what everyone involved has been able to do this morning, while you and Carmy were off at the courthouse getting married. Long tables pushed together and covered with tablecloths function as the main attraction of the you-and-Carmy-wedding-reception-brunch, filled with ceramic plates, printed menus, apps on serving platters, taper candles and flowers in all kinds of little to big vases.

The minute the two of you enter the backyard area that’s been transformed into a wedding venue, you’re met with cheers, ooo’s and aaaaah’s, claps, and congratulations by your friends and family.

“Sugar really knocked this out of the park,” Carmy says, in awe as he takes in the scene. “Okay, fine. I’ll just have to trust, I guess.”

You nod, happy to hear the confidence in his voice as you agree, “That’s my guy!”

There’s a banner that hangs across a much smaller table, the one that holds the stunning wedding cake Marcus has made for you that reads, Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Berzatto.

“See? I told you I couldn’t wait to be Mrs. Berzatto,” you joke with Carmy, as the two of you walk hand in hand towards the table.

“I think I like the sound of that more than I should,” Carmy smirks, a glimmer in his eyes that says ‘I can’t wait to get you alone.’

“Can’t wait for you to show me later,” you wink, referring to the long weekend you plan on spending with Carmy as a pre-honeymoon. “C’mon. We should probably go say hello.”

“So… you two married now or what?” Marcus asks, as soon as the two of you approach the table.

You hold up your left hand, showing off your new ring, earning grins and more cheers from your friends and family.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” he celebrates, while Tina simultaneously and enthusiastically cries out: “Congratulations, babies!”

The plan is to divine and conquer. While you chat with Gary, Carmy lets himself become enveloped in Tina’s arms and praise, as the two of you make your way down the table saying hello to your guests: your parents, Marcus, Tina, Ebra, Fak, Gary, a few others from the restaurant, while.

Carmy’s glad you decided to keep this wedding small: close friends and family only, because he’s not sure he could’ve done any more of this. It’s just close friends from the restaurant and your parents. You’d even decided earlier that this weekend would be chill enough that you’d celebrate with Maya and Liz a few months later when you and Carmy stop in New York before the official honeymoon, planning another celebration with your New York people for later.

Besides, you don’t mind celebrating you and Carmy a few more times, after all.

Finally, you’re both able to settle into the empty chairs seated right next to your parents in the middle of the table labeled ‘bride’ and ‘groom.’ It’s a Saturday well spent, being celebrated by some of your favorite people in the world on a day you made a promise to your favorite person in the world. It doesn’t take long for everyone in the kitchen to join you at the table: Sugar, Richie, Sydney, and Pete, and once the meal is served, family style, you’re pulling up chairs and insisting that Derek and his team join you as well.

The menu is perfect, and you can see why Carmy’s been trying to get this guy to come work for him for so long. Next to Carmy’s, this carbonara might be your second favorite carbonara on the planet. After all the eating, drinking, and merry-making, it’s Richie who steps up to start the speeches, gently tapping a butter knife against a champagne glass as he stands at the table.

“Can I get everyone’s attention?” he asks, his voice loud. Richie raises his champagne glass as he begins his speech with:

“Now as the best man and this Bobby Flay-motherfucker's cousin, I think I earn the right to kick this thing off, eh?” earning a laugh from everyone around the table.

“To Carmy and his much, much better half,” he continues, earning a laugh from everyone around the table. Your mom squeezes your hand under the table, and out of the corner of your eye you can see Sydney nudging Carmy softly as Richie addresses you.

“You once made me $150 richer.” You laugh, exchanging a look with your now-husband, as you fondly remember the day you returned to Chicago, only to learn that the entire restaurant staff of The Bear had been betting, not on if, but on when you’d return.

“You see, we all took bets – all of us – that you were comin’ back after that first week you spent here in Chicago, and you know why? I think it was obvious to any jagoff with a pair of eyes that what you and Cousin had was something special – something not to be missed, or overlooked, or skipped over. And thank God you two idiots woke up and figured it out yourselves. You did good, cousin. And I know your brother would’ve wanted to be here for this. I love you, man. I love you both.”

“To this very special day, and to the rest of your lives. Cheers.”

“Cheers!” everyone repeats, raising their glasses, clinking in celebration.

The upside to having a small wedding party is having a small wedding party, and the downside is that everyone who feels the need to get in a word does so. While Ebraheim waxes on about love as a metaphor, Marcus keeps his toast short, leading to the cutting of your wedding cake:

Vanilla bean cake, with a clementine curd, a swiss meringue buttercream, decorated with delicate flowers, citrus, and dollops of curd to finish.

Richie slips out with Pete momentarily, earning a few quizzical looks from both Carmy and Nat as she gets up from the table to make sure they’re not trading punches in the driveway. It’s not till Richie returns with Pete, carrying a rented little karaoke machine for Ava. Hand in hand, you watch as Natalie guides Ava up and out of her chair, and over to the head of the table, handing her the microphone.

“You ready, sweetheart?” she asks, earning a confident nod from Ava.

The beginning of the famous Taylor Swift begins to play, and you and Carmy exchange a knowing look as she begins to sing along.

“we were both young when i first saw you i close my eyes and the flashback starts i'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air.”

As Natalie and Pete watch on, Pete hugs his wife close to her, tears in his eyes as he whispers:

“This is going to be us very, very soon.”

“Yeah,” Nat nods, holding back her own tears as she notices how proud Richie looks, and how happy Ava seems to be.

It’s not that she wants Donna here. Realistically, she knows that it would be a nightmare, most likely descending into drama and chaos from the minute she walked in, but she can’t believe that her own mother didn’t come to her son’s wedding. She shouldn’t be surprised, but it hurts more than she imagined, doing this, watching Carmy get married, having this baby with Pete, all without her.

Ava finishes her Taylor Swing song to a resounding and enthusiastic round of applause. Marcus cheers her on while you and Carmy share a soft, chaste kiss, welcoming Ava with open arms as she runs towards you.

“That was so good, baby,” Richie exclaims, when it’s his turn to scoop Ava up into his arms as you get out of your seat. Allowing Richie to sit next to Carmy while the two gush over her performance, you get up, eager to help put the karaoke machine away.

As she watches, Nat reminds herself that this is what family looks like – this is the family she wants for her baby – even if it means something, someones, are missing.

And it’s as if she can’t hold back her tears anymore, excusing herself as she jerks her body away from Pete’s grasp, hurrying back inside so as not to cause a scene.

“What just-?” Pete begins.

“I’ll go,” you assure him, having witnessed the whole interaction. “I-, it’s not you, Pete. I’ll go.”

It doesn’t take you long to find Nat, though she’s not where you expected her to be, having run all the way upstairs when you find her sitting on the floor of the baby’s nursery – one you helped paint and get ready over a month ago.

“Hey, everything alright?” you ask, as you gently push the door open.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine,” she sniffles, wiping tears out of her eyes as she realizes she’s no longer alone.

“Nat, what… what’s going on?” you ask her, joining her on the floor.

But it seems as if your question only makes it worse as her face crumbles once more, beginning to cry.

“Oh no! I-, Nat, sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it even worse.”

“No, no, you didn’t. It’s just these… stupid pregnancy hormones!” she exclaims, frustratedly, earning a small laugh from the both of you.

She takes a beat, and then a breath, and then finally, she feels ready to tell you.

“It’s Mom,” she admits, even though she really doesn’t want it to be. “I just can’t believe she didn’t show. It’s stupid, I know.”

You nod in understanding, before scooting a little closer to her, “It’s not stupid! And I’m sorry. For the both of you, really. Carmy doesn’t want to talk about it but, I know he’s some combination of relieved and disappointed too.”

Sugar sighs, “Yeah that uh, that sums it up pretty well. About anything involving Mom these days.”

Nat takes another breath, and another beat, because she knows she’s safe to share this with you.

“I just… I’ve just been thinking a lot… with the baby and everything. About family. About motherhood. I mean, your parents are so great and I-. I’m just sad for us, you know?”

“I’m sad for you too,” you empathize, rubbing soothing circles on her back, before leaning back on both of your hands instead.

“God, I’m so sorry. It’s your wedding day and I’m causing all the drama,” Nat begins to apologize.

“Oh, you have nothing to be sorry for!” you interrupt her, quick to dismiss any notion of that. “You lent us your house and put together all of this in your backyard on top of accompanying us to the courthouse! You have nothing to apologize for.”

Sugar nods slowly, processing what you’ve just said, realizing that you and Pete have been such big role models of unconditional love for her.

“Wanna know what I think?” you ask, your voice a little more optimistic this time.

“What’s up?” she asks back, stealing a glance your way.

“I think… that now that I’m a Berzatto… and with your little Bear on the way,” you begin, painting her the picture. “We’ve got a whole new chance to write a new chapter for the Berzattos.”

She looks your way once more, because these are the words she didn’t know she needed to hear.

“And with that… we can make this… make our families anything we want them to be filled with love, and joy, and-, well, only a little drama because you know, you guys are… you. But… Sug. This can all start with us, you know?”

“You really think so?” she asks you, a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Yeah,” you answer, confidently.

She nods slowly once more, almost as if she’s letting herself believe them.

“Thank you. For checking in on me. For… this,” she says softly, sniffling again.

“That’s what sisters are for,” you repeat her words back to her, one’s that she’s said to you time and time again.

“We should probably get back out there,” Sugar suggests, sitting up a little taller this time.

“Yeeeaaaaahhhhh,” you sigh, disappointedly, this time making a joke as you continue with: “We don’t want to start any rumors about us running away together.

Nat snorts with laughter, thanking you for always making her laugh, as you stand up, making your way to your feet. You hold out your hands, helping Nat up to hers this time, before the two of you head back downstairs.

“Hey,” Carmy says, as soon as he sees the two of you. “Pete said you disappeared.”

“We were just talking about some stuff,” you reply, sharing a look with Sugar before releasing her hand.

“I’ll leave the two of you to it,” she says, before slipping out through the back door.

“Everything okay?” Carmy asks, his brow knitted together in concern.

You nod, “Yeah, she’s alright. How’re you doing?”

“Today? I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he replies, a smile on his lips that makes you melt.

“Damn right you are,” you reply, pressing your lips against his.

It’s a private moment for just you two, where you can kiss him like you want to, and you have to admit that the lipstick holds up. Wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands go to your waist, you propose a grand idea to your husband:

“Now that cake has been cut… what do you say… we spend a little more time with our guests, say our goodbyes… then we get our honeymoon started early? Think uh… our room at the Langham should be ready by now.”

“Thought we already did that this morning,” Carmy smirks, kissing you again.

You giggle, leaning your forehead against his, “You know what I mean, jerk.”

Carmy scoffs, shaking his head incredulously as he feigns hurt, “Married for a few hours and you’re already insulting me.” Instead of adding anything else, he simply pulls you in closer by your hips murmuring against your lips:

“Alright then, Mrs. Berzatto. Then let’s go say goodbye to our guests.”

“it's a love story, baby, just say, "yes" – taylor swift, ‘love story’

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Caroline Graham Hansen | When an accident occurs

A/N: Enjoy this little treat of mine. Caroline Graham´s wife is injured during a match and won't wake up again.

Triggers: Medical trauma, birth, angstttt -Day 64-

“Mrs. Graham, what I’m trying to say is that talking to her might help. Holding her hand might help. Patients like her often recall hearing their loved ones talking to them. She’s gonna have to have the fight of her life, and she needs you to fight with her. The baby needs to hear someone’s voice and feel someone’s touch. ” The doctor said as he looked over at me. We were sitting in one of the uncomfortable meeting rooms that was in connection to the intensive care unit. The unit that I had previously not had any relations to. The unit that now had my two most important things within their walls. Leaving me to be able to do nothing but to trust the doctors and nurses. I didn’t even know what to do without her. It had already been two months since the incident. The incident were she was tackled mid game by Lauren James causing her to go head first into the pole of the goal leaving her body lifeless on the ground for several minutes while the medical staff evacuated her. She was only four months pregnant when this happened. It was one of her last games. I had begged her to not play, but she told me to trust her. That everything would be okay and over within 90 minutes. The only issue was that after 25 minutes had passed, my life changed forever. This wasn’t according to plan at all. We were supposed to be in Norway, on our honeymoon before going back to Barcelona to give birth. Instead we were here, stuck in the coldness of the intense care unit. “That’s everything for now Mrs.Graham.” The doctor finished as he closed his binder. “Thank you Doctor” I muttered as I got up from the chair while the tears was burning in my eyes. I walked across the hall, to the right and then to room 4114.

-Day 68-

I walked into the doors of the icu. The nurses giving me apologetic smiles. I didn’t smile back or say anything. I couldn’t. My life had changed forever, and for every day that passed it felt like she was disappearing more and more into her own brain. Room 4114. I knocked on the door as if I was expecting her to open the door for me and ask me to sit. Her nurse welcomed me in, and I sat down in my usual chair next to my wife. She looked so peaceful. As if nothing had ever happened. Like she had slept in like she usually would on Sunday mornings. I don’t know how she still looked so beautiful. The nurse looked at me and smiled. “Today marks the start of week 29.” I was confused as I couldn’t understand what she meant. I shot her a confused look. “Your wife is now 29 weeks pregnant. She’s well today. Her bloodwork came back clear and her vitals are textbook perfect.” The nurse said as she stroke my wife’s hair. Always so perfect. The perfect girlfriend, the perfect wife, the perfect teammate and somehow even perfect in coma. “I’ll leave you alone now, I’m right outside if anything were to happens. Don’t hesitate to push the call button if I can do anything for you mrs. Graham.” She said as she disappeared around the corner of the room. I looked back at my perfect wife, and scooted my chair closer to the bed. “Kjeks is missing you. He sleeps on your side of the bed every night. He meows in the mornings as he walks around confused.” I started as I had to shift my gaze to not have a breakdown. “God, baby, I miss you. I am so lost without you.” I said as I grabbed her hand. I was terrified to break her, and I was scared that she was hurt. But the doctor said that I needed to do this, and I would do whatever it took to get her back. I slipped my hand under her blanket as I rested my hand on her belly. I could feel the baby kick. The feeling leaving me broken inside. “You would’ve loved to feel her kicks. She’s active. She loves to kick. The nurses says she might be a footballer. But i just want her to be alive.” I said as I paused. “Because if she dosent live, and you won’t live. Then I’m not sure I wanna live either.” I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek.

-Day 80-

The doctor’s was sitting infront of me awaiting my decision. “If you need more time, mrs.Graham, we will respect your wishes and give you more time.” The doctor said with a Spanish like accent. The kind of accent I could recall her make when she made fun of Alexia’s terrible English. “Do it” I said sternly as I got up and walked out of the room. I made my way back the my wife’s room and sat down next to her. “I don’t know how to do this without you. But they need to get the baby out, and they say it’s to give you a better chance.” I swallowed. “But, I can’t help but wonder If they are taking her out so that they can say that they atleast saved one of you. But I would rather have you than the baby.” I said as I trailed off feeling the familiar burning sensation in my eyes. I grabbed her hand and kissed where she had tan lines from her wedding ring. “And don’t worry, kjære. Im not giving up on you. I have your ring with me everywhere just in case you wake up.” I said as I rubbed her hand. “I wish you could make this decision about the baby with me. I don’t know how to parent or how to be a mom. Please, please, please. Wake up kjære, wake up.» i said, but to no use. I was cut off as the doctors walked in ready to take our baby out. As if my wife was just some kind of incubator. Just a lifeline for the baby. But to me, she’s my wife. She’s everything. I can’t have this baby without her.

-Day 90-

I sat in the chair next to the doctors dissociating as they talked on about the usual stuff. How her night had been, how her body was handling and what they wanted to do moving forwards. They were going on about possible long term effects of the coma, but also talking about how her brain finally had gone down to normal size after being swollen for months. They were ramming about things like the baby, who was allowed to see my wife and that they was gonna try to wake her up today. They were also talking about how they had kept the baby next to her to give the baby time to feel her.

«Sorry, waking her up?” I asked as I snapped out of my own thoughts. “Like as in getting her out of the coma?” I repeated as I couldn’t believe my own two ears. “Yes, Mrs.Graham, we believe that we will be able to wake her up this time. Everything is coming back clear and the scans of her brain shows no further injuries as it has come down to normal size.” The doctor said while smiling at me. I was confused. Waking her up? That would mean she would be in pain, confused or even have memory loss. I don’t know what scares me the most; the thought of her waking up to her memory being gone, or her never waking up. “We know this is a lot to handle, but we are feeling optimistic. You are encouraged to be in the room when she wakes up. That’s all for now, mrs.Graham.” He said as the team of doctors stood up. I couldn’t stand yet. I was just sitting in the chair I had sat in every morning from 9-9.15 for 90 days.

I was ripped out of my chain of thoughts as a nurse tapped my shoulder with our baby in her hands. “She has been fed and changed. I think she might want her mom.” The nurse smiled as she cooed down towards the newborn, our newborn. She was surprisingly well for having been born so early. The oxygen was only needed for the first 48 hours after birth. I had a strained relationship with the baby. Benedicte had always wanted to be the first to hold her, and it tore me to pieces that she couldn’t. I had hold her a couple of times, but I didn’t wanna bond with her yet. I couldn’t, how could I when her mother, my wife was laying in a bed with tubes everywhere?

I was lead into her room again. 4114 as the nurse pushed me down in a chair, and put a pillow underneath my arm. She reached the baby towards me, and I reached my hands towards the baby. I carefully placed the baby in my lap. The nurse slipped out of the room, like she always would. “Hei lillevenn» i said as she grabbed my finger and cooed. Her little tiny hand was wrapped around my finger as if I was the only thing keeping her alive. I hadn’t really done anything to keep her alive. The nurses had been feeding her, changing her and bathing her. Soothing her when she needed soothing and giving her cuddles all day. «Mamma is gonna wake up soon, and then we can be a family like we were supposed to.” I said softly as I felt like an elephant had sat on my chest. “I’m sorry that I haven’t cared for you. Your mamma will be mad at me for it, but you see. I can’t live without your mamma. She is my everything.”‘I said as a tear escaped my eye. She started fussing which caused me to stress. I picked her up and put her towards my chest as I got up from the chair and reached towards the call button. I sighted as I stopped myself from letting the nurses have her.

“Shh, I don’t know how to do this lillevenn, but I’ll try my best” I said as I slowly started bouncing her carefully while I walked around the room while the machines monitoring Benedicte was beeping in a comforting matter. "Yea, that's it skatten min, you are safe, its okay, mom has got you" I said as she started to settle down. I looked down on Benedicte who was whining. She would makes sounds from time to time especially when the baby cried, so it wasn't abnormal. "I know baby, its okay, I'm taking care of her" I said as I tucked some of her hair behind her beautifully braided blonde hair while I kept rocking back and forward. The baby kept crying as a doctor and a nurse entered the room. "Just here to perform the usual checks" he said as he shot me an apologetic smile. "yea, go ahead" I said as if I had any right to decided what were to happen. I slipped outside of the room as she kept crying in a desperate attempt to calm her.

Her stroller stood just outside of her mothers room. I laid her down in the stroller which made her look even tinier. I then started slowly pushing the stroller, the stroller that my wife had picked out. It was a cyber e-praim. Benedicte had been eyeing the stroller for months, but had decided that it was too expensive. That's why I had left practice early one day blaming an injuring in my calf for needing physio. I had went straight to the shop were she had eyed the stroller down and purchased it before I brought it home and set it up for her. I remember how happy she was when she saw it when she got home before she had gasped thinking of the price. I didn't care about prices or money because no amount of money would ever repay the love and patience that she had given me. "Mrs.Graham" I voice said from the door of Benedicte´s room. I was down the hallway with the baby that had just fallen asleep in the stroller. "Yes, what's wrong?" I asked scared to death about what had happened. Last time they called me in like this, they had to have emergency surgery. The nurse smiled as I got closer to her as she nodded her head towards the inside of the room. "Your wife, she's awake" she said as I stopped in my tracks while feeling pure horror running wild in my veins. "Sorry?" I asked as I blinked hard to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. "Your wife is awake, and she's asking for you." she repeated as I looked between the blinds of the room. "Can I-" I started before I could hear my wife talking. "Is she here? Can I call her?" she said as she hadn't noticed me with a worried tone in her voice. God knows that I wasn't deserving of this woman. Even after being in a coma, she wasn't worried about her, but about me. "Yes mrs. Graham, you can see her"

"Skatt, i am so sorr-" she said as I walked towards her and cut her off. "Shh" I said as I sat down next to her legs on the mattress of the bed and pulled her head into my chest. "Everything is stable, so we will give you two a minute" the doctor said as I just nodded in response while my tears were streaming down my face. "Its not your fault, prinsesse. You couldn't have predicted this." I said as I held her tight and didn't wanna let her go ever again. I didn't know how I was supposed to ever let her out of my sight ever again. Her hand rested on my back as I could feel her left hand reaching for her previous baby bump. She pulled away with a look of horror on her face. "The baby" she whispered as tears were forming in her eyes. "Jenta mi, the baby is no-" I started as she cut me off. "no, god no, please don't say it, Caz. I don't wanna hear it." she said as she threw herself onto me. I rubbed her back and leaned down towards her ear. "The baby is in the stroller napping." Her head shoot up and her eyes widened. "She's here? She made it? She's okay? living?" she said as tears once against formed in her eyes. "Do you want me to get her?" I asked as she nodded rapidly with her hand on her belly while the other hand was over her mouth.

I walked out and stopped the stroller from rocking back and forth. She was in a hospital body, which I instantly regretted as I wished I had brought her clothes to the hospital. The wheels of the stroller rolled soundlessly into the hospital room, and I stopped her next to her bed. Benedicte instantly tried to get up, but I stopped her. "Let me get her for you, prinsesse. Your body isn't strong enough yet." I mumbled as I reached down for our girl and placed her on my wife's chest. God, this was the first time I had realized just how beautiful our daughter was. She had Benedicte´s eyes, her lips was just like her mothers, a cute button nose and lots of blonde hair. Benedicte couldn't stop staring at the little bundle of joy as her tears were steaming down her face. My hand touched Benedicte´s hair, stroking it carefully as I admired the pair. I couldn't believe it, my wife was here. For a second, I was filled with horror: what if this was all a dream?

"Caz, she is perfect" Benedicte cooed as she changed the position of the baby from her chest to her arms. "She's so beautiful" she spoke, and I instantly felt sick. I hadn't paid any attention to the baby as I was worried sick about Benedicte. I should've formed a bond with her, protected her and held her everyday. The baby probably thought that she had nobody on her side. "Caz, baby, when was she born? How? What was her weight and length?" she asked, not removing her eyes from the precious angel. "Uhm, She was born 10 days ago by c section because she was making you weaker by the hour." I said as I rubbed my neck and got my phone up from my pocket. I went into notes, where I had written everything down. One file for Benedicte and one for the baby. "She was just shy of 1100 grams and about 14 inches" I said as I popped my phone back into my pocket. "Look at mommy, she's already taking notes about you, lillevenn. That's what she is like, she is always attentive to details. You couldn’t have gotten a better mom even if you wanted to." she said to the baby as she kissed her forehead. "Hello Mrs. Graham, its truly a joy to see you awake." the doctor said as he walked into the room. "Im gonna have to ask you to do some test, which requires that the baby has to stay with mrs. Graham." Benedicte frowned. "I know that its not the one thing you wish to be doing, but we need to do mapping of your brain function. " the doctor explained as Benedicte reluctantly nodded. "Here, go to mommy, she will take care of you and then mamma will be right back" she whispered into the baby's ear before handing me the baby.

-Day 97-

I was walking up to the hospital with a bag in my hand. This time, I was bringing both my girls home. The team had been supportive and granted me the week off to help my wife become comfortable, and settle us into the new daily life. In my bag I had brought the clothes that Benedicte had picked out from the hospital for the baby and for herself. She hadn't really worn anything besides hospital clothes for a long time, so I was nervous about how she would handle it. Before I could see her, I talked to her doctors who explained that she was cleared to go, but that she might be sensitive to feelings for the first few weeks because she had suffered severe trauma.

"Hei jenta mi, ready to go home?" I asked as I stood in the doorway watching her cuddle with our baby. She shot her head up when she heard me and smiled. "Caz, yes! Im so excited!" she squealed as she sat herself up in the bed. She seemed stronger every day, but she wouldn't be able to go back to work for 12 weeks. It didnt seem to bother her. I handed her the bag and she put the baby down in the stroller. "Im gonna go get changed and have a shower. Will you get Celine changed?" she asked as she pressed a kiss to my cheek while skipping to the bathroom. I gulped. My relationship with little Celine wasn't really strong yet and I was terrified to hurt her.

I took out the outfit Benedicte had planned. A long sleeve pink onesie with ruffles around the neck, white tights and a soft pink dress. It was warm outside so it made sense to not dress her up too much. I carefully took the clothes off the baby and she immediately started fussing when the cool air touched her skin. "Shh, Celine, I know, Mommy is gonna be quick, okay?" I said as I wrestled the clothes on her. She was tiny, but lord knows she was strong. After 10 mins of getting her dressed and 10 mins of putting all of their belongings into the nike bag, Benedicte came out. Her appearance knocked the air out of me. It felt like the first time I saw her. She was having her long blonde hair down, light makeup, she was wearing my Barca nike pants with my number on it and a white nike tshirt. "What? do I have a bug in my face or something?" she said as she giggled. "Baby, its so refreshing to hear you talk and giggle again. I have missed you so much. You are so beautiful, skatt." I said as I embraced her.

"Alright, and here is the papers. Bring them with you to the doctor for the 2 month check up. Everything has been sorted." the nurse said as we stood by our car with the baby carefully strapped into the carseat and Benedicte sitting at the front with the door open. "Thank you" I said "for everything, really." I finished as I grabbed the paper. The nurse hugged Benedicte before going to the back of the car and poking Celine´s cheeks. She closed the doors and waved goodbye. I jumped into the car, and turned the car on. The summer breeze was in the air and the Barcelona sun was settling down. "Let´s go home, skatt. Let´s start our new life." I said as I squeezed her hand. She smiled and looked at me. "Let´s go home, Caz" as she kissed my cheek.

#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #caroline graham hansen imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Without You

Pairings: Husband!Dad!Travis Kelce x Wife!Mom!Reader

Words: 655

Warnings: None, just cute family dynamics

Travis came home from his last away game with his left arm in a sling, the prognosis a torn rotator cuff. Travis was an amazing husband and father to one year old Alex, but anytime he came home after a loss, the Kelce household was eerily quiet until the next day. Travis was a man of few words until he was able to decompress, and over the years you had gotten used to the cycle. This time around, Travis was very different. He was constantly hanging around you, his good arm constantly around your waist and he always had to have a hand on you as he followed you around the house while you were doing chores. Even though you loved an affectionate husband, he was quickly getting on your nerves. You finally had enough at dinner when T insisted on sitting next to you at the dinner table, instead of his usual spot at the head of the table.

“I love you, baby.” Travis leaned in for a kiss, his mouth covered in pasta sauce. You laughed as you grabbed a napkin, wiping his mouth before you returned his affection. “I love you too, baby. What’s going on with you today?” you rubbed Travis’ buzz cut hair, scratching the back of his neck with your long nails like you knew he liked. “What do you mean?” He shoveled another forkful of spaghetti into his mouth, avoiding eye contact. “I mean, you’ve been extra touchy today. I love it, but it’s not like you.” Travis got up from the table, taking his plate with him to the kitchen. You followed behind him with the rest of the dishes, not letting this go.

“I didn’t think you’d have such a problem with me loving you, guess I was wrong.” He winced at a shooting pain up his injured arm, the sensation making his knees weak. “Is it your shoulder baby? Let me get your pain meds.” You grabbed the pills out of the kitchen drawer, handing them to your husband, who took a chair in the breakfast nook. “Thank you.” He swallowed the pills, chasing it with a glass of water. You looked at him, his face displaying how much pain he was in. “Babe, what’s going on? Is it your shoulder? Did something happen on the road?” He just shook his head. “Uh, no.” You sat down next to him, willing him to continue.

“I love how amazing you are a mother to Alex, and I know how much you already have on your plate with your own work, so when the PT said I was going to be home for at least six weeks after surgery, I realized how much of an added burden I was going to be to you.” You smiled, grabbing Travis’ hand, feeling an overwhelm of love for this man. “I just couldn’t do any of this without you, and I recognized that you an Alex are the most important things in my life. More important than football or anything else. “You stood up, placing a gentle kiss on Travis’ lips, cupping his face in your hands.

“I couldn’t do this without you either, baby. We are a team; it only works if we both give it our all. I know that sometimes you feel like you could do more because you’re gone a lot, but I knew what I was signing up for when I married you, and you are the best husband and father. You are never a burden to me.” You kissed his forehead, Travis closing his eyes at your touch. “In fact, if you’re gonna be here for six weeks, that’s plenty of time to catch up on 90-day fiancé. If we do three episodes a day, I think we can get through all of them before you go back to work.” The sound of Alex crying gave Travis the chance to escape before you could continue.

#travis kelce fluff #travis kelce fic #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce imagine #travis kelce #nfl fan fic #nfl fic #nfl fluff #nfl imagine

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fhrlclln · 1 year

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i think we need a part two to the rockstar! eddie x wife! reader, possibly where it left off but this time they’re gonna make a baby? ;)

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

i absolutely adored writing this! the much needed part 2 is here!! here’s part 1

nsfw/smut under the cut

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this time in the munson household…

“the best sex i had?” eddie asks confusingly as the camera crew nodded, zooming into his face as he sat by the pool, cigar in hand and whiskey by his side. shirtless, tattoos covering his chest while his mullet was tied in a low ponytail. the scent of chlorine filling his nostrils as he relaxes himself after such a tiring week of non-stop music making for the next corroded coffin album and taking extra care of you nowadays. these past months being so hectic on the both of you. it was refreshing to get a weeks worth of stay at home vacation.

“thought i’d said that already. any sex with my fucking wife, man.” he shrugs, bored at such plain question. the camera man only says they know that but in specific detail.

“oh, you all are getting nosy as shit.” he scoffs and laughs at it as he blows out a smoke. he leans back on the chair, sighing as he smiles at it, every memory him making sweet love to you in his mind but one always sticks to him to this day. quite recently it was as well.

“well the best fucking sex is when you’re really determined. don’t wanna overshare but getting your wife pregnant is the best sex, you horny fucks.” he says, taking in the sun, smirking as he remembers it so vividly that he could get an hard-on shamelessly in front of the camera. not that his fans hadn’t seen it countlessly when you’re around the show.

it was after that filming when you told him about your desire of a little munson running around the big mansion. it never left his mind that you wanted a family with him. i mean, of course it was bound to happen. but he never felt so blessed that you’d want a kid with him, never in his life he’d imagine being a father. his dad was an asshole, he expected much he could turn like his dad but he vowed to never think of that way. he had you, he loves you, and he will do everything to get what you want.

and he’ll get you a fucking kid.

“you’d really wanna have little me’s and you’s, sweetheart?” he wraps his arms around your waist, hands resting on your belly as you perfume hit his nose making him sigh tiredly. you nodded, eyes focused on the eggs you were frying and the pancakes you were flipping as well as the crisp bacon cooking. felt like heaven to him right now.

“of course i do, eds.” you answered as he kissed your neck. “you think i wouldn’t?”

“well, i don’t fucking know, thought that this wouldn’t cross your mind since we’re so busy all the time that we wouldn’t have the capacity.” he counters, knowing you were also busy with keeping up your image. magazines, photo shoots, modeling and all for the fans. which he currently despises how his own fans are horny fuckers for you. you were basically a 90’s it girl now, rockstar wife that he’s so lucky to be with.

“oh, eddie.” you turned around, facing him as you wrap your arms around his neck. kissing his lips as he squeezes your ass. “having kids with you has always been on my mind since we married.”

“really?”

“mhm.” you nodded, kissing him again, slow and tender, no screaming or fighting, just pure bliss of the sweet moment. eddie melts tasting your strawberry glossed lips, his hand roamed up and down at the expanse of your lower back. your sundress so sheer that he could feel your skin. fueling his desire further.

“we could get started now, ey?” he teases, nibbling your lower lip as you let out a quiet moan when he descend down to kiss your neck, enticing you.

“but breakfast, eddie.” you whined, scolding him.

“but that’s what you want right now, isn’t it? me topping you up with my cum ‘til you get so round with my child.” he breaths out, pressing his covered bulge to your stomach. his black boxer shorts feeling tight around his crotch. you sighed at him, the damn man had a knack way of his words to get you riled up. honestly, you weren’t complaining but it was so hard to say no to him sometimes.

“eddie…”

“you’ll be fucking glowing as ever. i’ll take care of you the whole shitty 9 months, fuck you real good.” he smirks, lifting your sundress up until his hand met with your bare ass. you grew accustom to not wear panties most of the time, easy access it is for you.

“fuck you, i w-wanted to make breakfast— oh!” you gasped when he lifts you up by your waist, shutting the stoves quickly as he circles to place you gently on the marble counter of the kitchen. he grins boyishly making your heart thump remembering your highschool days with him. he still looks the same back then.

“fine.” you sigh at him as he greedily hikes up your sundress to reveal your glistening pussy. “but you better get me pregnant, munson. or else.”

“ooh, i’ll fill you up in no time.” he promises, shoving his boxers down. he was about to do his usual foreplay but you stopped him by his wrist. he looks up, feeling puzzled by your intrusion.

“just want it now, please.” you pleaded as he chuckles at that.

“you on the pill?” he asks warily.

“nope.” you answer, wiggling your hips to seduce him further as he pumps himself first, precum glistening the head as you eyed it hungrily, spreading your legs wider as he positions himself to your entrance. rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit for moisture as you breathlessly moaned at the pleasant feeling.

“fuck.” he breaths out as he pushes in, determined to make your wish come true. he sinks in blissfully, the heat of your cunt coating him with such ease. no matter how many times he gets to slide into you, it never tires him out how you were made for him. your cunt was made for his cock. bottoming out, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting out a mewl as he starts pumping in and out. teasing you relentlessly.

“put a baby in me, munson. pleaseee…” you begged, salivating at the thought of his cum in you. you wanted this as much as him. you wanted it so bad for so long, now was the time he has to give it to you.

“i will, baby. i will.” he promises, snapping his hips suddenly in such vigor that made you squirm and grip his shoulders hard. he pounds into you, every snap of his hips a promise that he’s fulfilling. so determined to get you knock up in the moment. you gasped, shuddered, moaned at every move his cock rubs inside you raw. you loved it, loved the look on his face. so serious as he kisses your now bare chest as you shove it down for him.

“these fucking breasts gonna swell up soon.” he groans, burying his face as he moves his head side to side, loving the feeling of your soft breasts on his face. you giggled as he grips your hips hard, fucking you with no will to stop. the kitchen is filled with the lewdness of wet skin slapping, groans and moans and breathless whispers of curses.

“gonna..” eddie starts, kissing you hard, tongue and all. “make you a mama, huh. gonna make you a mama. you like that?” he practically growls against your lips, feeling his release near seeing you mercilessly take in his brutal pace as you rubbed your swollen clit.

“yes, yes, yes— fuck! please, eddie!” you begged, eyes watering as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. one sharp thrust had you shuddering as the coil in your stomach exploded making you clamp hard around him.

“shit—“ eddie moans out, bottoming in to the hilt as he fills you up with spurts of his release. your wet walls clamping down on him hard as he grinds in as you sobbed at such wonderful feeling inside of you. he sighs, slumping a bit as the grip on his shoulder lessened, making you slump back against his chest tiredly.

“filled you up good, sweetheart?” he asks breathlessly, cupping your cheeks as he kisses your lips softly for the rough fucking.

“yeah.” you shakily nodded, feeling blissed out as ever. eddie smirks, rubbing your stomach, feeling a little giddy he’s gonna see it round and plump soon.

“now we wait.” he smiles making you smile tiredly. breakfast out of your mind.

and back to the present…

“that fucking sex was the best out of all, you horny shits.” he breathed out, done reminiscing about it. “i’m starting to fucking think you all just wanna hear how me and my wife fuck.” he chuckles, the camera man zooms out as you suddenly appeared with heat in your steps.

“eddie!” you sniffled, eddie immediately sits up, facing the teary eyed heavily pregnant you.

“baby! what happened?” he asks worriedly seeing you cry as you sat on his lap, burying your face in his neck as you held something in your hands. “did something go wrong, sweetheart? did you get hurt or is it the baby—“

“my shoes!” you sniffled. eddie waits as he caresses your back, knowing how sore you are from carrying the little rascal growing in your stomach. the whole media went crazy when they first found out you were 5 months pregnant after making a public view to the world. eddie was above happy everyone got to know about the munson family starting to expand.

“what about your shoes, baby?” he asks curiously as you shake your head, tossing the heels into the pool. he ignores those as you grumbled. emotion shifting.

“they don’t fucking fit me anymore and i don’t know why! my fucking stomach is already in the way, i couldn’t bend down and now my shoes don’t fit!” you sobbed as the camera man moves away from the scene as eddie gestured for privacy. he licks his lips to himself, knowing those damn hormones are poking at you for the past 8 months. he kisses your forehead as he wipes away your tears. a determination in his eyes, wanting you to feel relax as ever, knowing your literally carrying his child. he’s literally at your beck and call these few months.

“sweetheart, i’ll buy you another pair. don’t you fucking worry.”

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Calling Audibles

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: Going back in time several weeks here. The Bengals have started the 2022 season 0-2. This fic happens in the lead up to week 3.

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You raise your eyebrows as Joe pushes his dinner plate back without finishing every last bite like he usually does. "Not what you wanted?" you ask, giving him a worried look as he heaves a sigh. "It was delicious, babe," he says, his tired smile breaking your heart a little. "I just don't have much of an appetite tonight."

"You need to eat, Joe. You're still underweight." You stand up to take your dinner plates to the sink while he watches you with a bemused look. "You gave me a huge serving of food and I ate like 90% of it. Stop acting like I ate a slice of bread and a sip of water."

"Yes, sir," you chuckle, raising your eyes just in time to catch Joe giving you a heated look that sends a pulse of arousal to all the right places; you hold his gaze for several seconds before he breaks eye contact. "I, uhhh, need to watch a little more film tonight," he mumbles, dropping his gaze and picking at a thumbnail while bouncing one leg in agitation. You're glad he's not looking at you because disappointment is written all over your face; you try to keep your tone bland as you answer. "You've moved on to film for next week, right?"

"Not yet," he mutters, his nail picking and leg bouncing approaching supersonic levels. You shake your head as you finish loading the dishwasher. "You've got the film from the last two games memorized by now. You need to give yourself a break."

"I feel like I'm on the cusp of something," he argues. "On the cusp of full-blown masochism," you retort. "I hear you rewinding and watching the interceptions and sacks over and over. You know exactly why those things happened, no need to keep picking those scabs." He shakes his head in disagreement as you continue. "Those two games were basically your preseason; you were nowhere near 100% physically …"

"Those are just excuses," he interrupts, his jawline flexing as he grits his teeth.

Well shit, you think to yourself. Guess it's gonna be another lonely night; you spin around and grab a bottle of blush wine out of the fridge and pour a hearty goblet full. You'd been trying to save most of your alcohol calories for game days but fuck it. Desperate times called for desperate measures. You take a gulp of wine while trying to think of the right thing to say. "Facts are not excuses, Joe. Facts are facts."

He gives a dismissive shrug that tips your mood from sympathetic to aggravated. "Tell me how I'm wrong?" you challenge. He rolls his eyes before slouching farther down in his chair and dropping his gaze to his feet. You take another swig of wine then bite the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something you might regret. Losing had always been hard for Joe; he had a whole process he had to go through and there was no rushing it.

You take in his defeated body language for a bit before closing the distance between you. "You're being too hard on yourself," you soothe, tipping his chin up to brush your lips over his; you cup his face in your hands and give him a lingering kiss before looking into his eyes. "It's a long season. You can't dwell on these early losses."

"I'm already over the losses," he argues. You give him a 'boy please' look and he chuckles. "Okay, I'm mostly over the losses. I just feel like I'm on the brink of a breakthrough."

"Okay," you sigh, running your hands over the soft scruff that will definitely be gone before the upcoming Jets game on Sunday. No way is this man keeping 0-2 scruff! You give him another kiss before nodding toward the kitchen. "I made pumpkin pie bars for dessert."

"You did?" he grins. "I thought I smelled pumpkin pie earlier, but I was too distracted to really notice."

"You want one?"

He chews on his full bottom lip for a bit while pondering your question. "I'm kind of full right now. Maybe later?"

"Sure." You try to hide the fact that you're more than a little worried he just turned down his favorite dessert.

"Thanks for making my fav dessert, babe. You're so good to me," he says, standing up to wrap you in a warm hug. "I'm sorry I'm being difficult."

"You're not being difficult. Go handle your business." You give him a playful swat on the ass as he turns to jog up the stairs to his office.

You shake your head as he disappears from view. He'd slowly but surely been gaining back the 20+ pounds he lost during his ruptured appendix situation, but the last couple weeks seemed to send him right back into 'too distracted to eat' mode; that did not bode well for a man who was already underweight by his standards.

You take another gulp of wine and roll your shoulders to relieve some tension. Unfortunately, the 'too distracted' mode had carried over into other areas as well. It had been several days since y'all had had sex and, even though you were understanding, you were more than a little frustrated. You knew he felt like shit, both mentally and physically; starting the season 0-2 and being sacked 13 times while not completely healthy was a recipe for disaster, but you weren't used to going this long without him being all over you. You knew if you initiated he'd be down, but you were feeling weirdly self-conscious about it. Even when his knee was completely mangled, he'd tried to get in your panties anytime you were within arm's reach. "Something's different," you whisper to yourself, not really letting your mind go there before shaking off the negative feelings. "Don't overthink it."

You finish up some chores then scroll your phone for a bit before going upstairs. You walk down the hallway toward his office, stopping just outside the half-open door to gauge his mood. You notice he's moved on to watching film of next week's opponent; you smile to yourself before knocking lightly. "Come in," he calls, throwing you a grin over his shoulder as you walk in the room. "I talked to Coach earlier. He sent some extra film of ways we can try to beat Cover 2. I'm almost done though."

You watch his long, limber fingers manipulate the touchpad as he rewinds a play and a sizzle of heat rushes through you. You walk up behind his desk chair and place your hands on his shoulders, giving him a massage while he continues watching film. "That feels good," he groans, leaning his head to the side to give you better access to his throwing shoulder. "Oh yeah, right there," he breathes, hissing as you grind your fingers deep into his sore muscles. The film continues to play but his attention is definitely elsewhere. He fists both hands in his slinky black shorts and slides them up, exposing a delicious amount of muscular thighs. Your mouth literally waters at the sight.

Just before you have a chance to spin his desk chair around and get on your knees for him, his phone rings startling both of you. "Oh shit, that's probably Coach," he grumbles, reaching a long arm out to grab the phone; he sighs as he squints at the display. "Yep." He sits more upright before taking the call. "Hey Coach," he croaks, giving you an adorable grimace as he clears his throat and listens intently. "No problem, I was just watching film … yeah … for sure … I agree we should try that." He nods his head as he continues. "Yeah, quick slants to move the chains, but we gotta get the run going too." He makes a sheepish face at you before turning his attention back to the phone call. "If they're ever dumb enough to play Chase straight up, I'm going to him deep. Doesn't matter what the actual call is, I'll audible the shit out of it. If pass pro holds up that's always a money shot."

"I'm gonna go take a shower," you whisper, smiling when Joe gives you a thumbs up; you walk out of his office leaving him to talk X's and O's with Coach Taylor.

You turn the shower on to heat up and strip naked before twisting your long hair into a high bun to keep it dry. You step into the shower and reach for your body wash, lathering up while thinking of Joe; he was truly a franchise quarterback for the Bengals and they wanted his input on almost every aspect of the team: draft picks, free agents, indoor practice facilities, off-season work-out regimens, offensive schemes, etc. They'd given him the key to the city but that came with a lot of responsibilities. The good news was he was definitely up to the challenge; the bad news was it ate up a lot of physical and mental bandwidth and sometimes you were left wanting a little more of his attention.

You rinse off and step out of the shower, drying off quickly then stepping into a pair of tiny panties and a slinky tank top. Joe walks into the bathroom just as you finish brushing your teeth. "Did y'all figure some stuff out?" you ask. "Yeah." He yawns as he walks up behind you, pressing a kiss on your neck before meeting your eyes in the mirror. "We're gonna brainstorm a bit more in our morning meeting, then hopefully install a new scheme in afternoon practice."

"That sounds promising," you say, giving him a smile. "Fingers crossed," he mumbles, yawning again before dropping another kiss on your neck. He walks to the shower, turns it on then shucks his clothes off, dropping them in the hamper before stepping into the steaming shower; he groans low in his throat as the hot water hits his aching muscles and you feel a jolt of arousal shoot through you. You lean toward the mirror and pretend to inspect your face, but you're really covertly eyeballing his reflection in the mirror, musing to yourself that the clear glass shower enclosure had been a solid choice when y'all had renovated the house. Joe pivots toward you to rinse off and you quickly avert your eyes; you know he's way too tired for sex and you don't want him to feel obligated if he catches you leering. You dab on some eye cream then head into the bedroom, heaving a sigh of frustration as you slide between the cool, clean sheets.

You close your eyes and think back over the past several months. -- The entire off-season had been intense for Joe. The first few weeks were just a blur of disappointment and angst after the Super Bowl loss. It didn't help that he had to rehab the knee he sprained in the Super Bowl and finally get the pinky finger fixed that he dislocated in week 13. Once things settled down though he really seemed to get in a groove.

You smile to yourself as you think about his excitement at the team signing four new offensive linemen -- three veteran free agents and one promising rookie. Y'all had hosted a few dinner parties to get to know the new guys, and you had to admit, the chemistry was there right from the start. Dinner conversations were centered on how the improved o-line was going to open up a whole new level of play calling, and all the guys seemed like they were ready to run through a brick wall to ensure success.

It was Joe's first normal off-season in the NFL, and he really tried to wring every last bit of energy out of his body in the lead up to training camp. All the extra work had him looking like sex on legs even more than usual, and you'd spent an obscene amount of time running your fingers and tongue over the bulging muscles in his arms, chest and thighs, leaving love bites in the most sensitive places. The last couple weeks before training camp he was literally vibrating with anticipation for the upcoming season. Everything was going great until it wasn't.

The ruptured appendix caught everybody by surprise. What seemed like a routine surgery became super scary due to the threat of sepsis. Joe was pumped full of high-powered antibiotics for about a week after surgery to try and stave off infection. The fact that he had an open appendectomy instead of laparoscopic meant the healing time was much longer.

You shake your head when you think about how hard he'd pushed himself to be ready for week 1 - just 6.5 weeks after surgery. He'd put a decent amount of weight back on by then, but he was still down a good 10-15 pounds from where he wanted to be, and his stamina and core strength were not up to his usual standards. He was getting better every day though, and you were determined to keep stuffing food in him to give him a little more cushion against those damn sacks and punishing hits he took in every game.

The sound of the shower turning off pulls you back into the moment; even though he was down a few pounds he was still the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen so you let your mind wander, imagining him glistening wet as he steps out and grabs his towel. "Damn," you whisper to yourself, squeezing your legs together to try and stop the gush of wetness that always happens when you think naughty thoughts about your man.

You turn off the bedside lamp just as Joe walks into the bedroom so he doesn't notice your flushed face; he slides into bed and reaches over to give you a goodnight kiss. "Night, babe," he whispers, kissing you one more time before rolling over. "Night," you whisper back, biting the inside of your cheek to try and distract yourself from the throbbing ache between your thighs. Just go to sleep, you think. You know he's gonna bang you harder than a screen door in a hurricane once he gets past this. Have a little self control!

Fifteen minutes later you admit defeat. Fuck it, you think. I'll handle it myself. You lay still listening for Joe's breathing to even out; after what seems like ages, he gives a barely audible snore and you breathe a sigh of relief. You slide a hand into your panties and rub your clit with slow, deliberate circles, trying hard to suppress any heavy breathing or movement as you get into a steady rhythm. You're about 2/3 of the way to bliss when you hear Joe say your name; you immediately go completely still hoping you imagined it.

"Babe?" Joe whispers, scooting closer to you as you stealthily ease your hand out of your panties and try to even out your breathing.

"Yeah?" you whisper back.

"Are you playing with yourself?"

"Maybe."

Joe chuckles low in his throat and closes the distance between you, rolling onto his side to look down at you in the faint glow of the hallway light. "Any reason I wasn't invited to the party?" You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing your pulse rate to return to normal before you answer. "Because I know you're dead tired." You squirm a bit as Joe's hand inches up your thigh toward your aching core. "I didn't mean to wake you up," you say breathlessly. "Just go back to sleep. I can handle this." You bite your lower lip as Joe slides a hand inside your panties. "I'm calling an audible, baby girl," he purrs, circling a finger over your clit a few times before skimming down a little farther. "So wet," he groans."

"You don't have to. I know you're tired," you protest, moaning as he continues to tease you. "I'm never too tired for this. Besides, you'll cum much harder if I do it," he says matter-of-factly, knowing it's the absolute truth. "Let me make you feel good." He nips your earlobe with his teeth while sliding one long finger inside your slick heat. All thoughts of protesting vanish when he adds a second finger deep inside you while grinding his thumb against your clit, lightly at first then adding pressure as you get closer to the edge. He leans down and kisses a trail up your neck, his soft scruff tickling you in all the right places.

Just before your climax hits, he slows down and withdraws his fingers just enough to pull you back from the edge. "I was so close," you whine. "I know," he teases, his hot breath in your ear sending a shiver of desire down your spine. "But I'm not done playing with you yet."

He takes his sweet time working you back up, whispering filthy encouragement in your ear while you writhe beneath him. You're literally light-headed with desire as the tension builds inside you again; you reach down and grab his forearm to hold him steady. "Just like that," you breathe. "Don't stop!" The feel of his forearm muscles flexing as he curls his fingers inside you is the catalyst that sets you off. You gasp his name as your climax hits, holding onto his arm like an anchor as your head spins and your walls clench hard around his fingers; he continues to caress your G-spot, catching your whimpers in his mouth as you ride out the intense orgasm.

Once you finally catch your breath, you realize his very prominent erection is grinding against your hip. You reach down and give him a gentle squeeze. "You too tired for me to handle this?"

"Hell no," he groans, quickly stripping his underwear off. He watches you, eyes heavy-lidded with arousal, as you settle between his legs. You press wet kisses up the long length of his thighs as you crawl upward, maintaining eye contact with him as you worship his body with your lips and tongue. When you reach the juncture of his thighs you lightly suck his balls, smiling when your actions draw a low purr of approval from him.

"You like that?" you ask, continuing to tease him. "You know I love it," he growls, "but if you don't stop I'm gonna shoot before you get my cock in your mouth."

"Wouldn't want that," you breathe. You think about teasing him -- edging him until he begs for release -- but you know he's too tired for that tonight. Instead, you lock eyes with him and run your tongue up and down his hard length, flicking your tongue over the sweet spot on the underside just the way he likes until his eyes slide closed and his head drops back on his pillow. He fists a hand in your long hair and lets out a throaty groan when you take him deep. "I'm not gonna last long," he whispers, his hips grinding up into each thrust. You slide both hands up his chest and tease his nipples as you continue to deep-throat him, humming low in your throat to add extra sensation as his thrusts get more erratic. "Jesus," he hisses, giving one final thrust before gracing your throat with a rapid-fire climax.

For several minutes, the only sound in the room is heavy breathing coming from both of you. Once you catch your breath, you run your gaze over Joe's body, smiling at how thoroughly spent he looks. He opens his eyes and sees you smiling.

"What are you smiling about?" he rasps.

"Just admiring you. You're ridiculously beautiful."

"Except for this," he says, running his fingers over his appendectomy scar. "Guess I can't pose naked now," he teases.

"Honey, if you posed naked nobody would even notice that small scar. There are waaay more interesting things to ogle on your gorgeous body."

"You always know just what to say to make me feel better."

Y'all are quiet for a minute before he sits up and gives you an enigmatic look; he clears his throat before speaking. "I thought you already knew this but let me say it again -- 99% of the time I'm not too tired for sex. I wish you would've told me you wanted it. I thought you weren't attracted to me anymore."

You cackle at the absurdity before realizing his face is dead serious. "You better be kidding, Joseph Lee. It's taken all of my willpower not to jump you on a daily basis once you healed up from surgery. Not to mention, the only time we've had sex these last couple weeks was when I initiated it. If you wanted it more why didn't you do something?"

"I wanted to." He shrugs. "I wanted to just lose myself in you, but …"

"But what?"

"I played horrible, especially against Pittsburgh; I didn't want a pity fuck," he mumbles.

Your mouth drops open for a second at the sheer ridiculousness. "Pity fuck? Are you for real? 'Cause if so that's the dumbest shit you've ever said."

"Sorry."

"Sorry my ass! Look at me!" You wait for him to meet your eyes before continuing. "We've known each other way too long for you to truly think that. You could lose every game for the rest of your career, and I'd still want you more than I want air in my lungs, you know that right?"

He makes a face. "But I was so bad. Embarrassingly bad."

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I know winning is the only thing you'll accept for yourself, but don't project that on me. I want you to win because it makes you happy, but I don't think any less of you when you lose."

"The stakes seem so much higher this year though. The Super Bowl appearance raised expectations in a huge way."

"Not for me," you argue.

He holds your gaze for several seconds, taking in the stubborn look on your face before dropping his eyes. "You're right," he mutters. "I was stupid to think that."

"You're not stupid. You're just human. I definitely need to communicate better though so you won't have these doubts."

"No!" his head snaps up. "This is not your fault. I was feeling sorry for myself and let it spiral too much." You open your mouth to argue but he forges ahead. "You wanted me when I was just a no-name, chubby-cheeked, transfer quarterback who came to LSU because OSU wouldn't play me and Nebraska didn't want me." He shrugs. "It was stupid of me to think a couple of shitty games would change your mind."

"Yeah, that was pretty stupid," you agree, giggling when he gives you a told-you-so look. "Speaking of stupid," you continue. "Those schools were dumb as shit for not wanting you, but LSU was your destiny. You made history there; you and that whole team will always be legends."

"LSU was my destiny because it's where I met you. Can't imagine my life without you."

"You trying to make me cry?" you whisper, swallowing hard as a couple of tears spill out of your eyes.

He leans forward, kissing the hot, salty tears off of your cheeks. "Are they happy tears?" he asks. "Yes," you sigh, collapsing against him as he lays down and pulls you down with him, gently cradling your head against his chest.

"I think we're both pretty tired right now," he soothes. "Let's just get some rest."

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You come awake slowly, lulled by the heat radiating off of Joe as you lie wrapped in his arms. You turn your head and look at the clock on the bedside table -- 3:33 a.m.

"Hey," Joe mumbles, his deep voice making you jump.

"Oh! You startled me!" you laugh. "How long have you been awake?"

"About 30 minutes. Can't sleep 'cause my mind is racing."

"What are you thinking about?" you ask, pushing up into a sitting position so you can see his face.

"All sorts of shit."

"Like what?"

"Like … you … football … that supermassive black hole at the center of our galaxy."

"You're such a goober," you giggle.

"Love you too, babe."

You lean down and plant a kiss on his pretty lips. "Tell me more about your football musings."

"I think I'm gonna take the o-line to Jeff Ruby's this Friday for a nice steak dinner. The media and fans are shitting all over them; they deserve a little treat."

"That's a great idea. Just don't sneak in like you normally do. Make sure y'all come in the front door together so everyone can see you."

He raises an eyebrow. "You calling an audible?" he asks.

"Yep! Seems to be the theme tonight." You laugh as he narrows his eyes at you. "Hear me out; a public display of confidence is just what they need right now. Lets everyone know you've got their back."

"That's … actually a great idea," he concedes.

After talking for a few more minutes, Joe's stomach growls loudly and you both laugh.

"Sounds like you need a snack," you chuckle, rubbing a hand over Joe's flat stomach.

"Are you trying to fatten me up?"

"Hell yeah. You need to gain at least 10 more pounds. You don't even have an inch to pinch," you tease, playfully grabbing at his waist.

"I've got way more than an inch to pinch," he gives you a cocky smirk. "You're just grabbing in the wrong place."

"Easy there, hot stuff. Pretty sure you're too tired for round two."

"I'm actually feeling good. I think if I have a pumpkin pie bar I'll be ready to go." He gives you a dirty wink. "You better get you a snack, too. You're def gonna need the energy."

"Oh really? What do you have in mind?"

"Something rough and raunchy. You okay with that?"

You hop off the bed and match his dirty wink with one of your own. "I'm always okay with that. Hang tight while I go get our snacks."

You're halfway to the door when his voice stops you. "Babe?"

You spin around and raise an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Make it 2 pumpkin pie bars for me." He pats his belly. "I suddenly have a huge appetite."

"You got it," you say, flashing him a grin before heading for the door.

"He's gonna be just fine," you whisper to yourself, humming "Juicy" by Doja under your breath as you jog down the stairs to the kitchen.

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