#real person fanfic
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Moodboard by @softhecreator
Mr. Chalamet
chapter six: i found you
AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue
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Said “I’m fine”, but it wasn’t true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you. And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate, and I screamed for whatever it’s worth, “I love you”, ain’t that the worst you ever heard? He looks up, grinning like a devil.- Taylor Swift, Cruel Summer
Summer—or at least not-quite-three- months they’d spent together in almost entirely uninterrupted bliss that she had come to think of as summer—came to a close at the end of August.
One afternoon, Lea was perched on the ledge of the hot tub, her legs over Tim’s shoulders as he ate her out. Their swimsuits had long since been abandoned in a wet heap nearby.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned against her clit, “you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” she whined, rolling her hips mindlessly.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Cum for me. Cum for me like a good girl.”
And then he was sucking her clit, and—
And she burst, moaning his name.
He didn’t give her any time to recover before he was pulling her back into the hot tub and into his lap.
“Want you to sit on it,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she gasped out, immediately lowering herself onto him, the water lapping at her breasts.
“Fuck, Lea,” he groaned, throwing his head back against the edge of the hot tub, his hair dripping onto the tile. “God, you’re so tight.” He squeezed her hips, encouraging her to rock back and forth, fucking herself on his cock. “That’s it, sweetheart.”
“Tim,” she moaned. “You fill me up so good.”
“So sexy,” he muttered, digging his fingers into her ass. “Fuckin’ hell, babydoll, I’ll never have enough of this pussy.”
“I’ll never have enough of you, either,” she gasped out, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him, her sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. “You feel so good, I feel—“
“What do you feel, angel?” he asked softly, cupping her cheek. “Tell me.”
“I feel so close to you,” Lea admitted.
He smiled against her lips. “You like being close to me?”
“I love being close to you,” she confessed.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She froze. “You— you what?”
“I’m in love with you, Lea.” He trailed a hand up her back, threading his fingers into her hair.
“You are?” She couldn’t believe her ears. He loved her? Why? How?
“You sound surprised,” he chuckled, peppering kisses over her jaw and down her neck. “I told you this would happen, didn’t I?”
“I didn’t think you were serious,” she squeaked out.
Tim pulled back slightly, frowning. “Of course I was serious. I wouldn’t joke about something like that.” He paused, searching her face. “Is me loving you a bad thing?” Then, “Do you not love me back?”
She locked down, twisting her fingers behind his neck. “It’s… it’s not that,” she said softly. “I just don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand?” he asked patiently, rubbing her back in a way she knew was intended to comfort her, ease her anxiety.
“It doesn’t make any sense for you to, like…” She gulped. “To feel that way about me.”
“Why not, love?”
She shuddered in delight at him calling her that. “It just doesn’t. I dunno.”
He cupped her cheek then, pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. When she was panting and desperate for him again, he pulled back and said, “Love doesn’t have to make sense. I found you, I love you, and I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.” He waited for her to respond, but all she seemed capable of was blinking at him wordlessly. “Now then,” he went on, “all that remains is if you love me, too.”
Lea buried her face in his neck. “Of course I love you, Tim,” she confessed. “I think I’ve loved you my whole life.”
“God, sweetheart,” he breathed, wrapping both arms around her and holding her close. “Can I keep you?”
“I’m yours,” she promised. “I’ll always be yours.”
“And I’m yours.” He fisted a hand in her hair. “Kiss me, love. Lemme feel your lips on mine. Please.”
Lea immediately righted herself and obeyed, pouring all the love and adoration she felt for him into the kiss. Her very soul belonged to him, and she wanted him to know it, to feel it.
He trailed his hands down her sides, brushing her breasts and moving down to grasp her hips. “Ride me, baby,” he encouraged. “Feel me.”
She leaned her forehead against his, pressing herself closer to him and rolling her hips. “I love you,” she told him again. Now that it was out in the open, now that he knew how she felt, it was pouring out of her like a fountain, and she felt like she couldn’t say it enough. “I love you so much.”
“You’d do anything for me?” he groaned against her lips. “Anything I asked of you, anything to please me?”
“Anything,” she agreed without hesitation, nodding vehemently. “God, just— as long as I can be with you, I don’t care about anything else. Just hold me, please. Love me back. That’s all I want.”
“I’ll hold you till the fuckin’ world ends,” he swore, kissing her desperately. “Till the sun explodes and the stars burn out. Even after that, I don’t think I could let you go. Not ever.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she rocked her hips harder. “I want that,” she breathed. “I want everything with you.”
“Would you…” He swallowed. “Would you have a baby with me?” When she froze again, he hastily added, “Not— not now, of course. Not for another few years at least. But… someday? Would you want to?”
It was weird being embarrassed when he was literally inside her, but she blushed anyway. “I’d have one with you now if I could.”
Tim smiled giddily. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “I love you, and I do… I want that with you.”
“I bet you’d look so fuckin’ sexy pregnant,” he practically growled. “Tits all swollen, my baby inside you ‘cause of how good I fucked you, filled you with my cum.” When she whimpered, he smirked. “You want that, sweetheart? You want me to get you pregnant, fuck you till I knock you up?”
“Yes, please,” she whined, rocking her hips back and forth. “I wanna— I wanna have your baby, want you to get me pregnant, I want it I want it want it—“
“Greedy little thing,” he chided. “Got you addicted to my cock, didn’t I? To the way I fuck you?”
“Mhm,” she gasped out. “Fuck, you’re so big, please don’t stop—“
“Take it,” he growled, driving up into her. “Take this fuckin’ dick, baby. Bounce on it, c’mon.”
She did so, obediently lifting herself off of him, water dripping down her breasts and splashing around them as she lowered herself back down. She repeated the motion, then again and again until she was fucking herself on his cock as hard and fast as she could. “God, Tim,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “More. Fuck me, fuck me, please—“
“Good girl,” he murmured, aiding her movements with one hand and grabbing her breast with the other, yanking it down towards him. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply, and she moaned again.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, fisting a hand in his wet curls and holding him against her. “Fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck me like that, like that—“
“My dirty little slut,” he said against her skin. “Fucking herself on my cock, begging me for more.”
“Never get enough of you,” Lea admitted with a whine. “You feel so good.”
“So do you, babydoll,” he said darkly. “Perfect little pussy, so tight for me, pleasuring me whenever I want, letting me split you open on my dick whenever I want.”
She bounced faster, her walls clenching around him as if to pull him in deeper, impossibly deeper. God but he filled her up so perfectly.
“You wanna cum, love?” he asked, taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly. “You wanna cum all over my cock?”
“Yes yes yes yes yes yes—“ she chanted desperately. “Please Tim, please make me cum, I wanna feel it, wanna cum with you inside me, please—“
“Good girl, asking for what you want,” he praised, reaching between them and rubbing her clit. She moaned, leaning closer to him and switching to rocking her hips instead of bouncing on him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Feels good, huh?”
“Uh huh,” she whined, her skin tingling as her orgasm neared. “‘m gonna cum, fuck, Tim, ‘m gonna cum—“
“Cum for me, Lea,” he encouraged. “Lemme have it. Sweet girl, I love you so much. Cum for me, darling.”
She came with a whine, her hips bucking against his.
“Good girl,” Tim praised quietly, pulling her in close. “Such a good girl for me.” With that, he lifted her up and lay her down on the edge of the hot top, standing up and slamming back into her.
“Ah!” she cried out, her body jolting from the force of his thrusts.
“Wanna cum in you,” he panted, gripping her thighs and watching as her breasts bounced. “Fill you up, fuck a baby into you.”
“Yes,” she breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes and desperately wishing she wasn’t on birth control. “Give me your baby, Tim. Get me pregnant.”
“I will,” he swore, leaning down to cup her cheek and kiss her roughly, sucking her tongue into his mouth. “Fuck, Lea, I’m gonna cum.”
“Give it to me,” she pleaded. “Fill me with it.”
He groaned into her mouth, his thrusts deep and halting until they came to a stop. “I love you,” Tim said softly, peppering kisses on her face. “I love you so much, Lea.”
She giggled. “I love you, too.”
He pulled out of her and rolled over to his side, kissing her slowly. Lovingly. Trailing a hand down her stomach and between her thighs, he pushed his cum back into her. She whimpered softly against his mouth, lifting her hips and rolling them up against his hand.
“I want all this inside you,” he murmured, kissing her deeply.
“Tim,” she gasped as he began to rub her clit. “God, that’s—“
And then his phone sounded from a nearby bench.
She jolted, startled, and he groaned in annoyance and stood up, strolling over to the bench and grabbing his phone. “Yeah? Oh, hey, sweetie. Okay, yeah, give me a second, I was, uh… I was in the pool. Yeah, I’ll see you in a sec.”
He put his phone back down and looked at Lea, panic in his eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows, ignoring the way his cum seeped out of her.
Suddenly, it clicked in her head. “Fuck,” she hissed, scrambling to her feet. “I— I forgot she was coming home today!”
“No, no,” he said hurriedly. “I did, too. She’s— she’s at the door, she doesn’t know you’re here—“
“It wouldn’t be any better if she did know I was here, there’s no reason for me to be here—“
“Well, okay, that’s not entirely true,” he corrected. Lea glared at him, and he went on, “Okay, look, it’ll be fine, let me just… put my trunks back on, you go through the kitchen door and up the secondary staircase.”
“How am I gonna get past Elle?” she asked frantically, already making her way up the stairs.
He yanked his swim trunks up over his hipbones. “Oh, fuck, uh… I’ll distract her, I’ll make sure she stays outside. As long as you stay away from the front door, she won’t see you. Count to sixty and then go inside. Text me when you get upstairs. I won’t see it, but I’ll feel my phone vibrate and I’ll know we’re safe. Okay?”
Lea nodded, and he took the stairs two at a time to reach her, cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her.
“I love you,” he murmured against her lips.
“I love you, too,” she giggled blissfully.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Lea nodded, and he went inside.
She counted to sixty like he’d said, then she opened the door to the sunroom. Making her way down the hallway, she hastened towards the stairs, keeping an eye on Elle’s form, obscured through the windows of doors though it was. Running upstairs, she went into his bedroom and into the one place she knew Elle would never go: his closet.
She texted Tim, and within five minutes, she heard his bedroom door open. “Lea?” came his voice. “Baby, you in here?”
She knew he’d never call her that where Elle could hear, so she stuck her head out of his closet and looked down the hallway into his bedroom.
He heaved a sigh of relief, moving towards her swiftly and taking her in his arms. “Fuckin’ hell, that was scary,” he muttered into her hair. Lea nodded in agreement, and he sighed again. “She’s in the shower. I told her I was gonna get dressed and go grab milk and cigarettes, so I’ll be able to take you home if we leave now.”
Lea nodded, moving into the bathroom to grab them each a towel as he collected their clothes. She tossed him one of the towels, hastily drying herself off and squeezing her hair out. He did the same before throwing her her clothes. Tugging them on and glancing at Tim, she found him dressed, too, and he pulled her by the hand out to the car.
“I gotta go,” she giggled as Tim kissed her neck in his car, which was parked outside her apartment building.
“No,” he grumbled, squeezing her ass. “Stay.”
“I can’t,” she insisted. “You’re supposed to be getting milk and cigarettes, remember?”
“Think I left some here,” Tim muttered. “Your roommate home?”
“She’s in North Carolina still,” she assured him, opening his car door and leading him upstairs to her apartment.
Before she knew it, he had her back pressed against the door as they kissed, her hands in his hair. “I want you again,” he said against her lips.
“You gotta go home, remember?”
“You’re my home,” Tim insisted.
“How ‘bout this,” she began. “What if I suck your dick?”
“That’s a fantastic idea,” he agreed without hesitation, pushing her down to her knees and hastily undoing his pants.
She pulled him out of his boxers, gripping his length firmly in her hand. “You’re already hard,” she observed.
“Yeah,” he breathed, watching with hooded eyes as she began to stroke him. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” She obeyed, and then he gripped the back of her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. “Sorry, we don’t have a lot of time. Lemme just fuck your face really fast, okay?”
Lea hummed in contentment, relaxing her jaw and sucking in her cheeks.
He groaned again. “Fuck, that’s my good girl. Good little slut, sucking my dick so well.”
She moaned, pulling her dress up around her hips and rubbing her clit over her panties.
“God, Lea,” he breathed, “are you touching yourself right now?”
“Mhm,” she hummed around his length.
“Fuck,” he grunted, fucking her mouth harder. “Sucking my cock makes your little pussy wet, huh? Makes you wanna cum?”
She ran her free hand up his thighs and over his hipbones, humming again in confirmation. She loved sucking his dick. He was so sexy when she did it.
“That’s it, baby,” he said hoarsely. “Rub your clit for me. Wanna watch you cum with those pretty lips around my dick.”
She moaned, rolling her hips against her hand. By this point, Tim had nearly three months of experience making her cum, so he knew her tells.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” he rasped.
She hummed in confirmation, sucking him as he kept thrusting.
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded. “So sexy when you cum, so pretty with your lips around my cock. C’mon, Lea. Cum for me.” She couldn’t help but obey, moaning through her orgasm. Apparently, the moans were enough to push him over the edge, too, because he groaned, “Fuck, Lea, that’s it, baby, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in your mouth, angel, I’m gonna—“ He cut himself off with a final moan of her name and flooded her mouth.
She swallowed, wincing slightly at the bitter taste and pulling back from him. “Better?” she asked, looking up at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
He grabbed her and pulled her up wordlessly, crashing their lips together in a hungry, desperate kiss. She returned it eagerly, smiling against his mouth.
He pulled back after a long moment, cupping her cheeks and leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you, Lea,” he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
She smiled. “I love you, too.” He was kissing her, and then she remembered something. “Don’t forget the milk and cigarettes!”
“Fuck,” he hissed, burying his face in her hair, which was still damp from the hot tub. “Any chance you’ve got an unopened gallon here?”
She snorted. “Probably not, and definitely not the kind you buy. It’s cheap shit.”
He pulled back, frowning slightly. “I really need to set you up with an allowance.”
Lea blinked at him. “A what now?”
“An allowance,” he repeated. “Y’know, money you can spend.”
“I understand the concept of an allowance, Tim,” she told him. “I just don’t understand why you would give me one.”
“So you don’t have to ask me for money, of course,” he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve basically been living with me these past couple months and I’ve taken you shopping so many times that I guess I forgot. Sorry about that. But yeah, it’ll just let you buy things you want—or need, like groceries and food and lingerie—without consulting me first.”
She furrowed her brow. “Lingerie? What—?”
He shrugged. “It’s a need, don’t worry about it.”
She shook her head to clear her muddled thoughts. “Okay, but… but why does this sound like I’m your sugar baby or something?”
He stared down at her for a moment. “Well… aren’t you?”
“It’s not, like, transactional,” she squeaked. “I love you for you, Tim, not the stuff you give me.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said cheerfully. “But I can give you whatever you want, so why wouldn’t I?” She tensed, and he cupped her cheek and added, “Look, we don’t have to call it that if you don’t want to. More than anything else, you’re my girlfriend, and I love you. That’s all that really matters, isn’t it?”
She leaned into his touch. “Just… just as long as you know I’d love you no matter what.”
Tim smiled. “Yeah, I know.” With that, he leaned down to kiss her.
“What the hell is this?” Lea squeaked out.
“Well, it’s our house, sweetheart,” Tim explained patiently. “It’s in your name, too. See?” He pointed to a piece of paper, and she looked at it in disbelief. Then back at him, then at the piece of paper, and then back at him again.
“What the fuck, Tim?”
“I told you I was gonna get you a house,” he said, frowning. “You said you liked this one when I brought you here, even!”
“Yeah, of course I…” She took a deep breath. “I mean, it’s gorgeous, obviously, I just… I thought you were exaggerating.”
He shook his head. “No, of course not.”
She stared at him.
He stared back.
Finally, she sighed and shrugged. “Alright then. I guess I have a house now.”
Tim brightened, leaning over to kiss her. “We can be together in peace here,” he explained happily. “We don’t have to hide. Just like the past few months.”
Lea warmed at that, leaning into him. “Good. I love being with you.”
“I love you,” he countered.
“I love you, too.”
“What do you mean you’re moving out?” Sam—Lea’s best friend since elementary school and, up until this exact moment, her roommate—asked in a voice that indicated she did not believe Lea in the slightest.
“Exactly what I said,” Lea explained patiently, checking her phone to see if the movers Tim had hired would be arriving soon.
Sam sighed, finally looking up from her phone. “Okay, let’s pretend for a second that you could actually afford to move. You haven’t even packed. You don’t have a place to go. Also, can we talk about how, like, hurtful it is for you to just move out suddenly, and totally break your lease and leave it all on me? That’s so shitty, dude, come on—“
“Oh god, no,” Lea interjected. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think about how it might look, shit. Okay, lemme explain. So I’m not gonna stop paying my half of rent and utilities. It’ll still get paid. Don’t worry about that. You’ll just… have the whole place to yourself. And I’m not leaving ‘cause I don’t love you, you know that I do. You’re, like, an honorary Blanchard. And you can stay at my new place with me whenever you want, obviously, and—“
“Okay, back up,” Sam cut her off. “You’re gonna move out of here—without packing, apparently—and into a new apartment, but keep paying rent here on top of your new place?” Sam looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “I know your mom is covering housing while you’re in school, but there’s no way in hell she can afford another New York apartment on top of this one.”
Lea fidgeted awkwardly. She hadn’t told Sam about Tim yet. She’d meant to, and Tim had even said it was okay, but…
She was scared, alright?
But she couldn’t get around it anymore. Not without looking like a shitty friend.
Sitting next to Sam on the couch they’d found on the side of the road, Lea took a deep breath and said, “Okay, so I haven’t exactly… told you everything.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Sam observed, flicking her silky black hair over her shoulder.
“So… I met someone.”
Sam blinked at her. “You met someone?” When Lea nodded, Sam said, “You, Miss ‘I don’t even want a hot boy to look at me’, met someone?”
“I mean, it was an accident, okay?” Lea buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. “To be honest, I… I’m in love with him.”
“And you didn’t tell me?!” Sam demanded shrilly.
“I knew you’d freak out!” Lea whined, looking up at her indignant friend.
Sam rolled her eyes. “Who is this guy, anyway? Anybody I know?”
Lea winced. “Well… yes and no, actually.”
“What do you mean?”
Lea tugged anxiously on a curl. “He’s… he’s kinda famous…”
“What, like TikTok or something?”
Lea shook her head. “No, um…”
Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Sam bounced up to open it before Lea could, asking, “Yes?”
“Is this the residence of Lea Blanchard?” a male voice asked.
“Uh…” Sam trailed off hesitantly, unsure of if to give her friend’s location away to a strange man or not.
From the living room, Lea called out, “Yes, that’s me!”
Sam slowly stepped aside (which, because of the incredibly narrow hallway, required her to step into her bedroom), and several men and a couple of women filed in, all in matching uniforms.
“You’re Miss Blanchard?”
Lea nodded, and the man walked over, holding out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Aaron, an associate of Mr. Chalamet.”
Lea nodded, shaking his hand. “Tim told me about you, yeah. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You as well, ma’am. He said to help with packing and unpacking as well as moving in and out,” Aaron explained before gesturing to the group of people behind him. “This is my team. I handpicked them myself for both your and Mr. Chalamet’s privacy. Everyone here has signed NDAs. Then he turned to Sam, who was staring at the group, mouth agape. “And you must be Miss Blanchard’s roommate.” He shook Sam’s hand, too, smiling politely.
“N— nice to meet you,” Sam stuttered out.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Miss Blanchard,” Aaron assured Lea. “We’ll start on your bedroom. Are you keeping the furniture?”
Lea shook her head. “If… if Sam wants it, she can have it…”
It took a few seconds for her words to register with her friend. “Oh! Uh… yeah, it might draw a new roommate in, so…”
“Excellent idea, Miss Sam,” Aaron agreed before turning back to Lea. “Is there anything in the living spaces that you would like to take with you?”
Lea shook her head again. “Tim’s got all that fancy stuff, so.” She laughed a bit.
Aaron smiled. “Mr. Chalamet does like high-end things, doesn’t he?” Then he faced his team. “Just the bedroom, then. No furniture. Go get the boxes. Rosa, Caroline, you handle Miss Blanchard’s clothes.”
The two women nodded before following the men out the door. Aaron trailed behind them, smiling at Lea and Sam. “We’ll be right back.”
Lea nodded, and once the door had shut behind the group, Sam turned towards her slowly, looking at her like she was a ghost.
“Mr. Chalamet?” her friend practically hissed. “Tim?”
“Uh… yeah,” Lea admitted awkwardly. “That’s what I was trying to tell you.” She grabbed her phone off the arm of the couch and opened the tagged photos her finsta. “Here, look.” She handed her phone to Sam, who scrolled through. The pictures Tim had tagged her in countless pictures he’d taken of her with captions like So anyway objectively speaking I have the most attractive girlfriend in the history of the universe (she was sitting on a set of stairs and smiling at him), *grabby hands* (she was getting out of the pool in a bikini, her cleavage clearly in frame), Look at how she’s looking at me (she was looking at him with obvious love in her eyes), and then a bunch of pictures of them together— one of just their hands, a few of them on dates, and a fair amount of them kissing. There was one from a few days ago where he had taken a picture of himself laying with her; she was still asleep, her head on his bare chest, and he was gazing down at her, adoration evident on his face. The caption was I’m so fucking in love with you it’s legitimately embarrassing.
Sam looked up at her slowly, her mouth hanging open again. “These… these aren’t photoshopped,” she observed.
“No, they’re not,” Lea confirmed.
“You’re actually with the Timothée Chalamet?” Sam pressed. “He— he said he’s in love with you, for fuck’s sake!”
“That’s… a recent development,” Lea admitted. “Or at least, he only told me last week.”
“And you love him, too?”
Lea snorted lightly. “Of course I do. How could I not?”
“Your back here,” Sam said, pointed at the screen of Lea’s phone. “It’s bare. You’re laying on his equally bare chest. In a bed.” Lea said nothing. “Have you slept with him?”
Lea looked at her feet, nodding. “Yeah.”
“How long has this been going on?” Sam demanded.
“Since the beginning of the summer.”
“Fucking hell, dude.” Sam raked a hand through her hair. “He’s sixteen years older than us! He’s married! We— we’re friends with his kid! She goes to our school, for god’s sake!”
“I know,” Lea said softly. “I love him anyway.”
“Fuck,” Sam sighed. “He’s cheating on his wife with you!”
“Well…” Lea hesitated, “Lourdes and him have an… agreement. They’re not really involved with each other. They haven’t been in a long time.”
“What, like an open marriage or something?” Sam scoffed.
Lea shook her head. “No, not exactly. They’re not into each other at all. It’s an act they put on for Elle.”
“Fuck,” Sam repeated.
“You can’t tell anybody,” Lea said urgently. “You can’t.”
“No shit, dude. That’s where you’re moving to, huh? You’re moving in with him?” When Lea nodded, Sam asked, “How will Elle be kept in the dark still or you’re literally living together?”
Lea shook her head. “He has more than one house. He gave me one.”
Sam raised her eyebrows. “He gave you a house.” Lea nodded. “He gave you a house?”
“He said it was a gift,” Lea told her friend. “He gives me a lot of gifts. And money, more recently. Said I deserved an allowance.”
“You’re his fucking sugar baby,” Sam realized.
“In a way,” Lea admitted. “But the difference is we’re actually in love. I want to be with him.”
“He makes you happy?” Sam clarified.
Lea nodded. “I’ve never been this happy.”
The door opened again at that moment. Sam leaned forward and whispered urgently, “You’re telling me everything. Especially about the sex, you got that?”
Lea flushed, nodding, and then the move began.
Elle turned eighteen on the first Tuesday in September. Her birthday party consisted of Lea, her older sister, Lina (whom Elle had taken a shining to), and Elle’s whole host of friends from school and the famous kids she’d met through Tim.
Lea had stolen away to the pantry, giggling with delight when Tim followed after her. She pulled him inside by the hand, and he shut the door and kissed her hungrily.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he muttered against her lips.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day,” she told him, grinning.
He smirked, trailing kisses down her neck. “I’ll do a hell of a lot more than kiss you if you let me, sweetheart.”
“We can’t,” she said regretfully. “We’ve gotta…” He started sucking on her neck and palming her ass through her Matoshi skirt, and she inhaled sharply. “We’ve gotta get back to the party.”
He pushed her up against a wall of dry ingredients, fisting a hand in her hair and kissing her like he’d die if he stopped. “Can I fuck you in here first?”
“No, you may not,” came her older sister’s voice from the pantry door. Lea froze in horror, and Tim released a mildly irritated sigh.
Pulling back from his mortified girlfriend, Tim turned towards Lina. “Suppose you should come in so we can discuss this.”
Lina wordlessly stepped through the narrow pantry door, shutting it behind her. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed, and she never took them off Tim. “Explain.”
“Well, so, actually—“ Lea fumbled.
Lina held up a hand without so much as glancing at her sister. “You,” she said, pointing at Tim. “Explain.”
With absolutely zero shame, Tim declared, “I’m in love with her.”
Lina raised her eyebrows, clearly unimpressed. “And how do your wife and daughter feel about that?”
“Lola doesn’t object to my relationships,” he explained delicately, “and Elle isn’t aware of them. That’s something we agreed on as her parents a long time ago.”
“So you, a forty-year-old man, thought it was acceptable—“
“I’m thirty-six,” Tim muttered, almost to himself. Lea couldn’t help but smile a bit at that.
Lina, however, either had not heard him or didn’t care to acknowledge that she had. “—To seduce my twenty-year-old sister and convince her to give up her rather ridiculous vow of abstinence and lose her virginity to you? Do I have that right?”
Unable to keep her objections in anymore, Lea cut in with, “No, Lina, not at all.” She took a step towards her sister—the girl who’d always helped her up when she scraped her knee, who had held her through anxiety attacks and used to sing to her to distract her from her mother’s PTSD episodes—and looked her firmly in the eye. “I fell for Tim last year, and I tried to keep it in, but I felt too strongly for him to be able to stop myself.”
Lina examined her features closely. “That doesn’t explain why he thought it would be okay to get involved with a girl half his age.” She flicked her gaze back at Tim accusingly.
“I’m not half his age,” Lea corrected. “I’m only sixteen years younger than him.”
“Only?” Lina scoffed. “Dude, his daughter is the same age as our baby sister.”
Lea squared her shoulders. “I don’t care. I love him.”
Lina glared fiercely at Tim over her sister’s shoulder. “You,” she snapped as if she weren’t currently in his house, “out.”
“Yep,” he agreed easily, passing them in the (relatively) small space of the pantry and giving Lea’s hand a brief but comforting squeeze as he did.
Once the door was closed behind them again, Lina’s gaze turned back onto Lea, concern finally bleeding through into her expression. “Lea,” she began urgently, taking her sister’s hands in hers, “I know you— I know you’ve had nicer things lately. He’s given them to you, right? Do you not have enough money? Is that it?”
“I don’t care about his money,” Lea said quietly.
Before she continue, however, Lina went on, “He’s not blackmailing you, is he?”
Aghast, Lea said, “No! Of course not!”
“Is he hurting you, then?”
Lea shook her head firmly. “No! I just love him!”
Lina took a step back, letting their hands fall. “You meant that?”
“Of course I did!” Lea emphasized. “I’m crazy about him. I… I wanna spend the rest of my life with him.”
“I don’t understand,” Lina confessed. “You… you spent so long wanting nothing to do with boys—at least, not real ones—and now you’re suddenly ready to get married?”
Lea shook her head. “I’m not getting married now.” A pause, and then she grumbled, “I can’t, obviously, he’s already married.”
“It’s a complicated situation, I’ve gathered that,” Lina admitted, “but what really gets me is how you went from insisting you’d never fall in love, that that kind of vulnerability was a death sentence, to letting a man twenty years your senior put bruises all over your neck!”
“It’s sixteen years,” Lea corrected again.
“Whatever,” Lina groaned.
After a moment, Lea sighed. “I guess… I guess my love for him is just stronger than my fear of getting hurt.” A beat of silence, and then she added, “And honestly, I’m not scared of him hurting me. I don’t think he will. I feel safe with him.”
Lina stared at her for a minute. “You really do love him, don’t you?”
Lea nodded.
“And he treats you well? He makes you happy?”
Lea looked at her feet, smiling shyly. “Sometimes, when he looks at me or touches me or kisses me or says my name, I feel like my blood has been replaced with helium and I’m going to float away.”
“That’s disgustingly sappy,” Lina remarked, grimacing. “Ugh. I hear enough of this hetero shit from Ari, now I gotta hear it from you, too?”
Lea giggled. “I won’t tell you if you don’t wanna hear.”
“I want you to be happy,” her sister assured her, “it’s just gross to think about.”
When Lina reached for the doorknob, Lea said, “Wait— you know you can’t, like—“
“Can’t tell anyone, especially Elle,” Lina said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, duh. I’m not an idiot, c’mon. Give me a little credit.”
That night, Lea, Lina, Elle, Sam—Lea’s best friend since elementary school as well as her roommate—and all of Elle’s friends—the ones who lived in New York, anyway—were all sitting in their pajamas in front of the screen in the home theater, the credits of Elle’s chosen movie paused behind them.
Elle was eating a bag of Twizzlers, looking around the circle of girls for a victim. Unfortunately, her discerning gaze landed on Lea.
“So,” Elle said slowly, “who is he?”
“Who’s who?” Lea asked with an awkward, forced laugh.
Elle took a bite of her Twizzler. “The guy who’s been turning your neck blue and purple and giving you designer shit.”
“Oh… uh…” Lea gulped, all eyes on her. Sam and Lina looked legitimately nervous.
“C’mon, Lea,” Elle sighed, standing with the rest of the group and moving towards the exit of the theater. “You’re literally wearing Agent Provocateur pajamas. That set you’re wearing? Yeah, it costs fifteen thousand dollars, and it doesn’t come as tailored as that clearly is, which means it’s custom made. Only someone with a lot of clout could convince their designers to do something bespoke. So not only can whoever this guy is afford to shell out a wad of cash on a single set of pajamas, he has enough money and influence to convince them to custom make something for you.” Elle paused. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed your Cartier and Bulgari and Harry Winston shit, either. That’s all high jewelry, y’know. Hundreds of thousands of dollars apiece, if not millions. I can only assume this dude is your sugar daddy, and he is taking the role hella seriously.”
Lea flushed but didn’t respond.
“So,” Elle went on expectantly, “who is he?”
“Um…” Lea gulped anxiously. “I can’t say. He’s very private.”
“Dude,” Elle scoffed, “I’m literally the kid of a two celebrities and the granddaughter of the queen of pop. You cannot possibly shock me.”
I seriously doubt that, Lea thought.
“But,” Elle went on, “I’ll let it slide under one condition.”
“What’s that?” Lea asked, falling into step with her friend, Sam and Lina joining them as the other girls trailed after them, making their way to the spiral staircase.
“You tell me how hot he is, how big his dick is, and if he’s good in bed.”
“Oh!” Lea squeaked, pausing at the foot of the stairs. The group of girls went up, all save for Lea and Elle.
Before Lea could say anything, however, the man himself bounded over to them. “Hey girls,” he said cheerfully. “What’s goin’ on? You guys need anything?”
He glanced at Lea briefly, but the flash of heat in his eyes made her blush.
“Lea,” Elle began accusatorily, “has found herself a sugar daddy.”
“Is that so?” Tim asked, trying to hide a smirk.
“Uh huh,” Elle confirmed. “And she won’t tell me who, even though it’s literally my birthday.”
“Technically,” Tim cut in, “it’s not your birthday anymore.” He held up his phone, showing that it was well past one in the morning.
Elle waved him off dismissively. “It’s my birthday party, so it’s my birthday.”
Tim met Lea’s eyes, that small smirk still playing on his lips. “Does he treat you well?”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“Good.”
As the pair made their way up to the bedrooms, Elle excitedly said, “So! My questions. I demand answers!”
“What— what were they again?” Lea asked, dazed.
“Let’s start with how old he is, how hot he is, what he looks like.”
“Oh, um…” Lea gulped. “He’s in his mid-thirties,” she began awkwardly. “Tall and skinny. A bit muscular, but not much. He, uh… he has brown hair.”
“He’s skinny?” Elle grimaced. “Really?”
Lea nodded.
“Why would you go for a skinny guy?”
“I don’t like big muscles,” she said softly.
“Weirdo,” Elle giggled. “Okay! How big is his dick, then?”
“I can’t tell you that!” Lea gasped. “You’re too young!”
“Bitch, listen,” Elle teased, “I’m eighteen now. Spill it.”
“Uh… I mean, I don’t have anything to compare it to, but it’s big.”
“Nice,” Elle smirked. “He any good?”
“Again,” Lea squeaked, “I don’t have anything to compare him to, but I think so, yeah.”
“And he clearly treats you like a princess,” Elle observed with a giggle. “You’re happy with him?”
Lea nodded slightly. “Yeah.”
“That’s what’s most important, then.”
Lea forced a smile, ignoring the guilt swirling in her abdomen. “Yeah.”
A few weeks later, the three of them were watching a movie.
“I’ll go get some snacks,” Lea decided suddenly.
Tim immediately popped up beside her. “I’ll help,” he volunteered.
“I’m not pausing it,” Elle warned, eyes on the screen.
“Kay,” Lea agreed easily, following Tim to the downstairs kitchen.
Before she knew it, they were kissing hungrily, her hands in his hair and the kitchen counter digging into her back.
“Want you,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck. “Want your pussy now.”
“Later,” Lea promised breathlessly. “Once she goes to bed.”
“How am I gonna wait that long when you’re this fuckin’ sexy?” he growled.
They were desperately making out when they heard footsteps.
Freezing momentarily before jumping away from each other, it was only a few seconds before Elle strolled in, looking mildly annoyed.
“Hurry the hell up,” she demanded before strolling back out.
Lea sighed, burying her face in her hands.
Tim raked a hand through his curls. “That was close.”
Lea nodded dazedly.
Too close.
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THIS IS FANFICTION FYI NOT A REAL PRESS RELEASE
Join us on the island of Lleigon, where the skies are clear, the sun is bright, and secrets hide behind every street corner… Dimension 20 returns July 5 with its seventeenth season - The Isle of Lost Dreams - with returning Dungeon Master Aabria Iyengar at the helm.
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It's early summer, it's Dimension 20's seventeenth season, Matt and Brennan are both PCs, and something saucy's in the air. What could go wrong? Matt/Brennan
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The Lighthouse and The Ocean
Pt 19
Sea Glass
Pairing: Pedro Pascal/OFC
Warnings: soft dom/sub dynamics but NO smut here, this RPF stays 'nilla even though I'm implying BDSM topics
Summary: One lazy morning in Mexico, Pedro is yearning.
Notes: Also find this fic on Ao3 -here- or the series' Masterlist and Playlist -here-
Hello, beautiful, I'm so sorry for the delay, my creativity only blossomed for less fluffy chapters, life has been very tough lately. (long sob story) Malo. Yes, I'm okay, hey I saw Greta Van Fleet live! (go figure, lol) I plan on posting again soon, just splitting bc length reasons. I did my best with this chapter, enjoy <3
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Sea Glass
A docile breeze fanned out their thin curtains in a place that was soft and new. Pedro would describe the fourth bedroom as picturesque, an impressionistic vision of complete serenity filled with sunlight. He watched an immovable and brilliant blue sky outside the window as he listened to the ocean hitting the shore and he blinked slowly, feeling somewhere in-between droopy and content. Chin propped on one hand, he tilted his gaze down at his sleeping girlfriend.
Pedro had moved carefully when he'd joined Nini on the bed again, so as not to disturb her at the end of his own, eventful morning. It had brought a smile to his face when he had found her still asleep at his return. Even the obligatory note he'd left for her remained unread. She looked so pretty, sleeping next to him and he just couldn't help a sigh from escaping his lips when he took in her appearance; Her messy hair, now almost seventies-looking waves and a countless number of freckles that had blossomed on her skin. He had never seen her more freckled before. The Mexican sun had brought out the deepest layers of specks across her entire face, shoulders and down her arms and chest until they disappeared underneath her top. Deep breaths accentuated the shape of her breasts in a glorious offering he wasn't allowed to touch yet. One moment of indulgence followed another as he pried a few strands of hair from her peaceful face and granted her another minute of sleep.
Pedro realised he couldn't have dreamed up a better image if their roles had been reversed. She was his beautiful, clear-eyed dream and he would have cherished this abundance of peace and comfort for eternity if it had been in his power to stop time altogether. He wished he wouldn't have to wake her but they had by far, not enough time left in this place until they needed to head back and end their holiday.
With sudden heartache, he realised this would only be the first time they'd have to say goodbye to a certain time spent together. Their separation was so imminent, one week until their first chapter closed. Though, he wouldn't think of that right now, not when the present felt so perfect.
Pedro felt convinced the entire world remained in her glow while he watched his golden girl. He traced his finger down the swoop of her nose. "Nini." He spoke to her unconcerned form, past the hazy and blurry world she remained deeply submerged in.
Her lips parted when she let out a tiny, disturbed snore past the cadence of her breathing. Pedro waited patiently while Nini persisted inside a deep, narcotic kind of sleep and he became mildly concerned the longer she continued to snooze on like that. It was clear to him now that she was the type of person who did too much of everything just to feel a little bit more. No nightmares at least. The weed had a largely calming effect on her but she was still, totally out of it. Amateur.
He recalled their tears of laughter and drug-induced delirium, smiling at the memory of waking up as the little spoon with her huddled against him for warmth. Pedro couldn't leave her sleeping outside by herself. He had managed to steer the drowsy woman back into the house but she'd clung onto his neck when he put her into bed and had noticed she refused to let him go. At least he had had the decency to dress her back into her Hello Kitty night shorts after they had very sleepy, very high sex.
Maybe that was the reason why she'd slept through the entire late morning. "Hey, little songbird. What are you dreaming about that's so captivating, hm?" He murmured, more to himself while she stubbornly stayed under. Unlike she would have done it, he waked her gently and not like a puppy that climbed on top of the other and demanded attention. Instead, he reached for the cup of coffee he'd brought upstairs and let the hot temptation hover next to her. He softly blew the scent of freshly brewed coffee above the rim of the mug and into her face.
Her nostrils quivered as she smelled the Mexican roast. "Hm?" Nini mumbled and he breathed out a laugh in triumph. Her arm stirred and he had to bring his bribe to safety before it would have gotten knocked clean off his hand.
Slowly, Nini seemed to become aware of her own body as she was pulled from the depths but consciousness produced a tiny, moody wrinkle between her brows. Pedro's voice remained softly in her air, perhaps on her mind while she was still in limbo between sleep and awareness. "Wake up." He repeated encouraging words to her, noticing that she was stubbornly resisting.
Nini's breathing shifted and she tilted her head towards where she sensed his presence. She didn't open her eyes just yet, just smiled faintly to herself. A wide grin spread across Pedro's face when she let out a mewling sound of protest and hummed out a 'no.
Pedro insisted with the same sound but reversed.
Too late, her dreams evaporated and so, they began to already fade and slip away as she was coaxed into the realm of reality, against her will. Finally, she spoke up. "Oh, it's the guy from my dreams," Nini said, words smoother than her voice and eyes very much still closed. One corner of her lips pulled into a smirk.
"That so?" Pedro asked curiously as she stretched her limbs. More adorable whines spilt from her lips and he simply wanted to squish her.
"Where are we?" She asked in confusion, finally adequately awake and she creaked one eye open for a split of a second before she covered both with her hand.
Pedro suppressed a laugh. "Mexico, year twenty, twenty-one. Bed number four." He supplied her with enough information to keep her on Earth. "It's time to get up." He received a long and suffering sound of protest. "Why?" She asked, voice merely a raspy breath while cuddling underneath him to escape the light but he pressed a finger into her cheek. "Up, up." He demanded with too much energetic curiosity for her taste.
"What is this, torture?" Nini asked annoyed and dizzy and hungover or maybe still a bit high. "I am leading a miserable and punishing existence." She said, making a point after each word and Pedro let out a deep suffering sigh in return to mask his amusement.
"That's it. No more drugs for you." He chuckled through her childish sobbing and watched her rub her eyes with the heels of her hands. "That's what you get when you think you can't feel anything and you eat too many pieces." He reminded her in a slightly condescending tone like he hadn't warned her before. Of course, he hadn't been surprised when he had found the loaf largely eaten anyway. At least he knew where her personal limits were now, even when she decided to ignore them.
"Fuck-" She frowned and blinked her eyes open again only to look at him like he was the personification of audacity. "How are you dressed and perfectly functional?" She riddled.
"Not my first rodeo." His face split into a grin when she responded with a single laugh. "Remind me to warn you about the dangers of- especially the music industry and this lawless place called 'backstage area." He said, hoping she wouldn't have the misfortune of meeting the wrong people once she'd become a rockstar.
"You worry too much." Her voice was still battling sleep and she smacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, swallowing around the remaining cottonmouth feeling. Of course, a lasting effect of the edibles they had consumed yesterday.
Pedro stretched towards the bedside table, always ready to remind her to stay hydrated. "Damn right, have some water." He took her weak hand and the connection to the cool foggy glass reduced her into a greedy creature. She drank it down gluttonously after sitting up too fast. "Slow down, Jesus." He tried to take the glass back and bit back a laugh at the hollow sound of protest she uttered while she practically inhaled it. Urgent breaths fogged up the glass before she had downed the last bit and she let out a satisfied groan afterwards. "Thank you."
He simply regarded her with an impressed raise of his eyebrows and steered a mug into her vision to take its place. Coffee, milk with two sugars and still adequately steaming, just the way she liked it best when she didn't try to be cool and drink it black.
She cooed, grasping the mug with two hands, knees wiggling excitedly. "Fucking best boyfriend in the world." She couldn't help but let out a happy sound and he beamed at the sight of cuteness overload. Her eyes sparkled in gratitude when she took the first sip and she closed her eyes to celebrate that she was living her best life here. Or at least, felt like their last morning in Mazatlán had become infinitely more bearable.
"Back among the living, are we?" Pedro teased her even though he took pride in being a caretaker. She nodded with a content yet scrunched-up face before leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. "Much better."
He smiled lazily and covered her hand with his when she placed it on his white shirt. Pedro made sure to hide his wrist underneath his sleeve when he traced the back of his fingers down her arm in return. No way, he'd spoil the surprise prematurely. He would wait for the right moment and remain scared shitless until then.
His secrecy went unnoticed as she moved away to lean back against the headboard and settle against the pillows. Nini simply drew up her knees and sipped her coffee in peace. Up there, a rainbow reflected across her face from where the light got distributed from a sparkling crystal by the window. She was warmth and softness and Pedro simply enjoyed looking at her, so groggy, bare-faced and messy. She let out a tiny burp and he thought she was the most beautiful person. Her entire being simply felt like home and a promise of eternal contentment and Pedro felt he could get used to this domesticity. It was entertaining to watch her scoop up foamy milk and lick it off her finger and their eyes met again before she let off the tip of her finger with a wet pop. "What're doing?" She asked silkily and pushed a tiny bit of tongue behind her tooth gap, watching as he just sat there and stared with what were probably heart eyes and a stupid, dopey smile on his face.
Pedro almost failed to look at her when he confessed. "I might be... starting to imagine a world where it's always like this." He admitted, found her hand in his lap again and closed his fingers around hers. Pedro stroked his thumb over her soft skin. There was not enough time, no combination of words he could say or write that could accurately describe how good it felt to be together like this.
Nini squeezed his fingers, blushing prettily and he smiled, not hiding that his eyes couldn't get their fill on her. She's the girl in paper books, he thought, painted in water colours, next to little lines of poems he hadn't written yet.
Nini beamed at him, masking the little taste of dread hanging in the air with some new bold plans of hers. "I agree. Let's just never leave." She fantasised and even though Pedro found himself immensely amused, he felt a pang of disappointment that she had misunderstood him. Yes, he would have liked to stay on a holiday but he had meant he could imagine a life together, something more like forever.
Maybe it was just this house, maybe it was the fact that he felt like they were indeed, a tiny bit married now. This home felt like he'd invaded a dream ahead of their timeline. Like he had gotten a glimpse into a life they could have. Pedro barely dared to know if the dream he had about her would someday manifest into reality. After she had woken him at the beach yesterday, he was thrown into a life that wasn't any less amazing but... he'd dreamt up a vision of Nini waiting for him underneath the shades of a tree, one hand resting on her round belly. Suddenly, the mere possibility or even idea of a family of their own had simply crashed down on him.
And so, he dared to hope without consulting her, scared as hell that she really might be 'it' for him. Scared, he could ever lose this. Scared everything would be different inside the great unknown and yet, he wanted all of it.
"You're doing that thing," Nini mentioned with a tilt of her head. "What thing, mi cielo?" "Thinking things." She worried her lip between her teeth, battling his cracked, vulnerable mood with humour when he failed to give a reply. "You know, my grandparents did some house squatting in their youth, so we might as well try it." She suggested. They smiled at each other, despite his obvious worries.
"I'll barricade the door with a closet and some chairs, they can try to access via the cliff but we'll just-" Pedro mimed his next intentions in a lighter mood. "Throw some leftover churros at them to keep them away from us."
Nini chuckled and drank her coffee in a kind of silence that had become somewhat clouded as they faced their departure. It was a tragedy to know they had to move out of their bubble. "Have you been up long?" She finally asked and glanced around to look for a clock but didn't find one.
Pedro leaned down on the bed on one elbow, true excitement battling his composed coolness now that he thought of finally showing her what he'd brought back. "Yeah, I took a walk down the beach and I've already been to town." He explained, conjuring up the tranquillity after a long and solitary walk on the beach. It had cleared his foggy brain this morning. In fact, he had woken up at a reasonable hour and had followed through with a sudden urgent idea instead of musing inside post orgasmic sleep. He had fuelled his system with coffee and mustered up the energy to go on an early adventure, motivated to track across the wet sand and back to the local plaza they had found yesterday.
She moved to set the empty mug beside the bed. "Amazing, tell me everything but-" a sour expression indicated she needed to excuse herself first. "Wait, hold up, I've got to find a bathroom first. Back in a jiffy." Nini scrambled out of bed in a bit of a hurry. He watched her leave with a dorky wiggle of her butt by the doorframe. Damn. He finally admitted to himself that those Hello Kitty shorts really seemed to do it for him. He'd be bummed out if he couldn't keep his promise and make love to her in the last bed they hadn't ruined yet... emphasis on yet.
When she returned, her skin was slightly damp and she was dressed in a red two-piece outfit. He had barely put his phone away before she tackled him down onto the bed. Pedro found himself groaning and giggling under her weight when she pushed him down and caged him in against the mattress before placing a minty kiss on his lips. "You were saying?"
"I went back to the market this morning." He told her. "I actually saw two paparazzi who were extremely disappointed that it was only me." He mentioned with a worried cringe.
"So, the hunt has begun." Nini wasn't less unhappy about the invasion of their privacy that loomed over their heads and lurked around every corner now. She laid on his chest and let herself be wrapped up in his arms. "News spreads fast."
He nuzzled closer into her hair then. "Yeah, don't get me started on the thousands of comments and DMs I'm ignoring since I shared our wedding pic in my story." He shared a stressed-out look with her and tried not to think about the thousands of audacious notes underneath Jenny's post which he had regarded with a 'nope' on his lips and a decent amount of panic in his eyes. "Oh, wait, we've got one of these surprised Pikachu memes dedicated to us about absolutely nobody's reaction to us dating." Pedro pointed back and forth between them. "Otherwise, some are unsure if it's even real or not and just PR."
"That's because you put a cartoon broccoli sticker over our kiss." She complained, looking back at him. "So they have to click to Jenny's Instagram to see it and find the crowdfunding link, you sneaky bum."
Pedro rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I might have donated while being high." "Me too! A lot?" "Quite." "Same. Oops." They laughed at each other for making the same stupid decision but they wouldn't want to take it back. Good for them. The couple was surely, getting married right this moment.
"I have a surprise." He changed the topic and combed his hand through her soft blonde hair.
Her eyes lit up. "Another surprise?" Her face split into a confused grin and her excited squeal sent a warm feeling of pure adoration straight to his soul. "Pedro, no, you spoil me. What is it?" She giggled when she stretched her arms out and pushed her hands flat onto his chest. He had still not answered but she gasped knowingly. "Is it food?" Nini guessed with hope in her eyes and knew she had hit the jackpot when he mirrored her enthusiasm.
"I did bring breakfast burritos, yes!" He replied and his heart made a little twist in his chest at the sight of her pure happiness and the little happy wiggle she made. "Oh, you know me." She said as if she'd never experienced such kindness before. She continued to pepper his face with kisses until he purchased a firm grip on her waist to stop her from moving too much or else, he wouldn't be able to prioritize.
"But that's not the entire surprise." He explained further, dropping his voice seductively. "Remember that crafty stand where we found these earrings?" He tapped at the deep red corals he had bought her yesterday and which she had put on again to match her outfit.
Suddenly, he felt nervous when he saw her carefully guarded confusion. "Yeah?"
Pedro couldn't wait to show her. "So, I went back this morning and asked if they could make something for me..." With a sigh, he dared to reveal his little secret.
Finally, he moved up his sleeve, uncovering a piece of jewellery he had carefully hidden from her until now.
There was a sparkle on his wrist, a piece of green sea glass. Tiny holes had been drilled into both sides so it could be fastened with woven, rustic strings of leather. He wore it like a gem on the inside of his wrist where it seemed somewhat darker against his skin. It was his lucky charm, he believed in it and Pedro felt determined his new bracelet was a sign that he belonged to her. Yes, he'd carry it around wherever he'd go and he couldn't think of a better way to make sure he'd never lose the object he had come to hold so dear.
Pedro sat up with her on his hip, where she bounced a little before settling. He drew his arm around her and placed a kiss into the crook of her neck even though her attention was fully captivated by the bracelet. She held his wrist in a delicate hold as they watched it catch a sparkle in the right light. Nini studied his new bracelet in disbelief and awe, barely touching the milky and smooth surface with the calloused tip of her fingers. "Pedro-" she began but failed to articulate her amazement and when she traced her finger along his wrist, he basked in the amplified comforting pressure against his skin.
"You made it into a bracelet?" She stated the obvious, but couldn't believe it anyway. His hand, tucked into her side, rocked her a little closer to his body as he outshone her smile. "It's so beautiful." She told him breathlessly after she had turned her head to look at him. She was so touched, he felt the echo of her tsunami of feelings resonating within himself.
Pedro sought to explain himself in all awkward manners and started chuckling mid-way. "You know I was worried I could lose it and it's um... practical and I just... I don't know, I thought about this amazing woman I've kinda fallen head over heels for... well, she's just a knockout and it reminded me of her beautiful eyes." Pedro joked like he had lost the battle against developing the biggest crush for someone else. "Obviously, I'm never gonna take it off again."
His vow coaxed a delighted sound out of her and she kissed him, hands lingering on his cheek, stroking his beard afterwards. "You're a big old sweetheart, you know that?" Nini asked, beaming. His gaze flickered between her sparkling eyes and he could suddenly barely grasp the concept that he was so close to her sweet and tenderness. It was all so difficult to comprehend how he could have found her out of eight billion people.
Pedro hesitated before he spoke next, feeling his nerves strike again. "There's something else." He began, running his hand over her thigh. He leaned in to press a kiss below her ear, breathing in her bewitching scent he'd like to bury himself in, bury himself deeply into her. Desire remained, pounding at his heart again. "Reach into my pocket." He whispered, breath fanning her ear and she gurgled out a naughty laugh.
"Your pocket, huh?" Nini asked, smiling wickedly again and inching her fingers over his body. She traced his bare skin underneath his button up shirt and ran her hand down his back until she squeezed his arse above his trousers.
"No, not there." Pedro quirked one eyebrow, not having it. She bit her lip and reached to the front again, sinking the tips of her fingers below his waistband. It promptly made him twitch in interest and caused his blood to rush down his body and boil with passion. "Closer." He insisted she'd try again and tensed when her touches firmly moved above his clothes. Pedro shifted his hips into her small hand instinctively when she cupped his semi bulging in his shorts, pretending to have tried better this time. "No, not there either." He toyed with her and she pouted until she finally did as he asked and slid her hand into his trouser pocket where her nimble fingers found an object.
Nini frowned as she pulled the item from him and she let out a gasp when finally, a short and dainty gold chain with a familiar pendant dangled in front of her face. She deflated in his lap. "Oh, my days." She whined, hyper-focused on the tawny hued sea glass she had found the day prior. Pedro propped his chin onto her shoulder while she studied the oval piece of brown glass like she'd never seen anything quite as beautiful.
Surprise was written all over her face and when she disconnected her gaze from the charm. He thought he recognised the same kind of raw astonishment the day he had gifted her with her birthday present.
"Like in the story." She remembered in pure wonder. For a moment, there was silence while tears started to shimmer upon the waterline of her eyes.
"You know you don't have to wear it," Pedro said softly, letting her go and tracing the back of his fingers down her cheek instead. "I just thought-"
"I know, honey but of course, I will." She declared and nuzzled her nose against his for a moment. "It's perfect." She whispered. She let the gold chain flow around her fingers and Pedro felt the rise of his heartbeat when she pressed the brown glass to her own heart. "Look at me-" she said joyously. "New necklace, earrings and a fancy diamond ring." She lifted her hand to show off her imaginary wedding band.
Pedro would play along, believing their rings were very much real even though the sea glass was even better in his eyes. He pressed his lips to hers and added all his yearning for her into their kiss when he felt the velvet slide of her tongue join his. He dipped into her inviting mouth, floating when he tasted her like a hummingbird that sought a flower to feed the urge. She was all around him, filling his senses to make him yet once again, experience the connection of their souls. It felt both ancient and new, softer than the enlightenment of their first kiss but still like they were the only people in the world.
"Will you help me put it on?" She asked after a smaller kiss she placed on his lips like a signature.
He grinned, elevated and relieved that she really seemed to like his gift. "Of course, hold on." He squinted at the tiny lock, fumbling it open while she gathered her hair and held it out of her neck. Pedro draped the necklace over her head and secured the lock. It was quite short, fitting just underneath the hollow of her throat where the gold and brown harmonised with her freckles. He loved the slight of it on her skin, touched the pendant with the pad of his thumb and watched goosebumps appear when she felt him secure the chain with a kiss against her skin.
For a moment, there was silence. Nini hid her smile behind her hand while Pedro traced his finger along her collar bone. He finally relieved an exhale he didn't know he had been holding until he shook off his nerves. "It looks pretty on you." He said, dotingly.
"Thank you." She breathed out and once again, he caught the similarity of colour between the heart piece of his bracelet and the true green in her eyes. "Your eyes on mine, mine on yours." He said, absentmindedly.
She furthermore kept the ambers of his flustered state alive when her shoulders started to shake. "What are you snickering about?" He asked, curious what kind of joke on her mind was about to ruin the moment. Of course, he was looking forward to it.
"Nothing." She lied unconvincingly and pressed her lips together. Finally, she revealed her thoughts after he gave her the patient treatment. "Did you just collar me?" She asked, all of sudden.
Pedro's mind came to a stop and he leaned back, aghast. "Ahhhm-" Now Pedro felt stupified and overwhelmed. Finally, he blinked and chuckled dumbly. "W- what?" He gaped at her like a fish on dry land and continued to stare at her in disbelief. Nini on the other hand bit her lip and wiggled her eyebrows at him. "Aw, come on!" He finally protested and pointed at his bracelet. "You freaky little- I'm trying to be romantic here, why are you like this?"
"What? A cute little day-collar, thank you, sir." She pestered him in a meek voice and batted her eyelashes at him innocently. She purred and nuzzled into his neck afterwards like an actual cat and she knew her behaviour pained him.
Pedro needed to suppress the groan rumbling in his chest when she worshipped his neck with kisses and nipped at his ear lobe. Nini was only fucking with his mind, trying to be funny and shit, calling him 'sir', making him want to push her down and have his way with her. He tried and failed to ignore the undying urge to make her behave the more she tried to get under his skin. "No, no stop." He cursed the fact that even a false display of submissiveness was such a turn-on. He needed to set things straight first.
Nini stopped, though she knew exactly what she was doing to him when she regarded his suddenly too tight trousers. "Anything the matter, angel?"
Pedro glared at her stoically before he gave in, for the acknowledgement of his torture was overdue. "Fuck, you're so hot but it was really not my inten... tion- to... hm." His speech slowed and he felt his walls crumble when she inched closer to him and ground into his lap, down onto the evidently hardened bulge that betrayed him.
"I know, honey. You're a good boy." She taunted him and her energy provoked the exact opposite of this deduction. Pedro experienced a surge of anger and a moment of pure intrigue. His gaze flickered between her mischievous eyes and the necklace. Collar. He thought it through and discovered that her words held a grain of truth. He did just give her a symbolic part of him and he certainly thought his bracelet was at least some kind of equivalent.
He shuddered visibly, picturing Nini wearing only this necklace, wearing it like a sign that she belonged to him. She was so unbearably sweet. To Pedro, she was a fine aphrodisiac that smelled and tasted like heaven. He physically couldn't get enough and wanted to keep her for himself, always. Something dark stirred within him. The thought made his eyes narrow as he stared at her delicious thighs, imagining parting them further the more he felt possessiveness overcome him.
He knew he was getting caught up in his fantasies but how could he not dream of more pleasure in most exquisite rapture when he got her right where he wanted her? Pedro licked his lips, leaving his teeth to slightly scrape at his bottom lip as his eyes roamed the shape of her neck. Her skin looked so soft, it really... needed... some bite marks in it...
He came to his senses when she waved her hand in front of his face. "Earth to Pedro." Nini managed to pluck him from his daydreams and her jaw dropped at the sight of his carefully constructed, innocent expression. Pure amusement was written all over her face. She leaned back a little to watch him block out the fantasies inside his head. "Oh my, maybe I was wrong. Someone 'is' liking the idea." She knew, eyes glimmering with the newly acquired ammo she had against him, for his silence and slow raise of one eyebrow provided a sufficient answer. Nini acted scandalised like she hadn't been the one who had wakened the demons. Her lips pursed, those plush supple rose petals teasing him.
He intrigued her with a gentle touch to her jaw. "The best part is that you were not joking." He said next, mood shifting into the anticipation of what came next.
"About the collar bit or about you being a good boy?"
He huffed out in annoyance. "You... don't call me that." He decided.
Nini played dumb. "What? Good boy?"
Pedro warned her but he simply had to follow the path she had laid out. "I know what you're doing," He reminded her, stroking one finger over her cheek. He loved seeing the rise of her rebellious nature boiling up before he barely escaped the sharp snap of her teeth. "Feisty." He commented amused but retreated in respect. "What is this, hermosita, a new game?" Pedro asked darkly.
Of course, he knew how this would turn out. He knew what to do to get what he wanted, knew what she would do next to get what she craved.
"Alright, then..." He let her go, sat back and smiled through their patient but heated staring contest. His foot betrayed his restlessness but he'd wait as long as necessary until she'd eventually break out in fury. She would come to him by getting caught up in her head, lose because she would erupt and make a bold mistake. They knew each other so well they could communicate by only using micro expressions on their faces. Pedro dared her to give in and get naked while Nini was preparing him to deal with a missile defence system if he did as much as move a muscle. Her eyes narrowed dangerously and her jaw twitched when he took a tiny breath. "Pet."
"Aha!" She exclaimed in triumph. Her eyes glinted like fire until she surged forward and battled him down against the mattress, gripping the lapels of his shirt. "How about I put you on a leash huh, you horndog?" Nini giggled.
He smacked his lips and at least thought it over for an entire second. "I'd let you do it." He decided.
Her lips parted, not having expected this turn of events. "Seriously?" She laughed out loud but he simply shrugged his shoulders, starting with facts. "I'm banging Leonie Van Fleet. Honestly, I'm just happy to be here." He stated and made her snort out a laugh and let him go. "So, you do what needs to be done, you could literally do anything to me. My love? Mi amor? I am at your mercy." He acted like he was fainting in the radiation of her beauty and his arms flopped down next to him as if he had fully given up on his body's autonomy.
Nini nudged his limp form but to no avail. She finally hummed in understanding. "This knave came saucily into the world before he was sent for," Nini quoted King Lear, much to his surprise, in reference to the character he had once played.
Pedro opened his eyes again and his jaw dropped at her cleverness until he spotted the mistakes in her quote. "Though-" He couldn't help but correct her. "this knave came something saucily-" he said but then misdirected the quote on purpose when he chased her hips. "All we need to know is that he came hard-" before he could even finish, she'd cut him off with a harmless smack to his arm.
Pedro moaned obscenely. "Harder." He begged and started laughing because he'd made her scream in horror. They laughed so much that they both squirmed over each other. He had to hold his abs to lessen the soreness.
"Nononono." She shook her head against his shoulder, totally overwhelmed and hiding her gasping breath behind her hands when she got up. "I can't- I... no, I don't have it in me." Pedro's chuckles ebbed away along with the tears he had spilt and they calmed down, finally.
He grinned at her, not finished messing with her. "Yeah, I know, say what you want. You're still mine to with as I please, collar or no collar." He waved the facts in front of her nose like a treat he knew she wanted so desperately.
She promptly pushed his hand away along with a sound of mild frustration, pinning both his wrists onto the mattress and pressing them down. "You think it's that easy? You're down, I've got you."
"That's cute." He chuckled, able to throw her around anytime.
Nini clicked her tongue, determined to push back. "Look at you, acting all bossy in the bedroom but the truth is, you're such a simp for me in a relationship and it's adorable." She singsonged, trying to provoke him and being nearly successful. His smile evaporated.
No matter how right she was, she was being too bold, playing with fire. His hands balled into fists and he watched her observe his movements with a heavy gulp. She knew she went too far. Suddenly, he bared his teeth into a snarling grin but it was a seemingly useless attempt to warn her. "Careful, baby girl." He mused in a villainous act, dropping his voice.
"Or what?" Nini decided to be a brat, of course, just like he'd hoped. Her voice belittling him put him on edge. "Like I won't crush your head with my thighs in a minute, don't try me."
Pedro slipped for a second, hiding his smile because he was too damn proud of her for saying that. He needed to focus, play the game and fight for dominance with someone who was secretly desperate to be dominated. He had to earn it and it was thrilling, pumped the blood through his veins and straight to his cock.
"So," he began. "You want to be a little brat today, tell me if I'm wrong." She smirked, a witty comeback on her lips already forming. "You could say you're wrong most of the time." She replied and stuck her tongue out at the sight of his puzzled expression.
"Good." He said as he nodded. "Clever."
She beamed at him. "Yeah?" Pedro hummed out a 'yes' and suddenly, Nini cringed. "I'm in trouble, am I?" "Yep."
Before she could utter another word, he used her grip on his hands for leverage as he forced her off his body, letting her flop down onto the bed without cushioning her.
Pedro was on her in less than a second, straddling her and hooking his index finger into her necklace. He pulled her face up, closer to his lips, though her hands closed around the charm to protect it. "All fun and games until things get serious, right?" He spoke towards her lips, voice coated in mirth. When she shivered and squirmed beneath him, not even a tilt of his head could make her speak up. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He let her fall down and traced his thumb over her bottom lip, dipping in and wetting her lips messily before he pushed into her hot mouth. He pressed it down onto her tongue and let her suck, enjoying the tight closeness. He smirked as she moaned around him and couldn't help herself from rubbing her thighs together to chase any kind of friction.
"See? Good girl." He praised her gentle sucking. He tried to stay patient when she stared up at him through her eyelashes.
He could feel her pull him in, a magnetic pull that invited him to make her take only as much as he would give. She didn't even breathe but he watched her pupils dilate right under his gaze as he removed his thumb from her mouth and ran a wet trail of saliva down her chin and neck. He let out a deep sigh. "I have to admit... I really like your necklace-" His fingers traced her throat and her necklace moved up when he applied the tiniest bit of pressure with his thumb. "-but it looks even better with my hand around it."
He looked down at her and watched her shyness blossom into a furious blush. "I'd like t-" She began but sucked in a tiny, desperate gasp when he grabbed her in a choke hold and held her down. A tiny, excited squeak escaped her lips and she could barely refrain from giggling as she pressed her lips together.
He talked down at her in a soft voice. "Yes, you'd love to be put in place and you'd thank me for it." He took the liberty to finish the sentence for her. Their pieces of glass connected while his fingers wound around her neck. The feeling of the calm before the storm made her close her eyes and smile. Her heart was racing beneath his fingers but she never looked more content. The defiance, the trust she put in him was delicious. He held the gem-like glass pieces closely together when he kept her delicate neck in his grasp. He promptly raised his eyebrows when the corner of her mouth twitched. Ah, there it was.
"Nyeh, all bark, no bite." Nini challenged him, knowing how soft he really was for her.
He smiled, ideas about all the things he could do to her forming in his obsessed mind and she barely knew it. Pedro let her go and moved off the bed and a moment of uncertainty washed across her features. Slowly, he began to loosen the buttons of his sleeve and roll it up his arm. "We both know how this really ends." He tried to remind her in a casual but deft tone, rock hard and ready to play.
She let out an intrigued sound. "Pray tell." She demanded, voice dripping with desire while he finished off his sleeve for her. Nini was only poorly masking her nerves. He could watch the turmoil inside her battling within.
He moved to roll his other sleeve up, glancing down at her. "With me reminding you of who's really in charge and with you... preferably on your knees." He made himself sound dissatisfied with her and knew exactly what he was doing. Pedro gave her 'the look' the one that should make her listen. "Or what did you think you'd get for being bratty?" Okay, Pedro thought. Power play? This was new but it somehow came more than natural to him and he knew he wouldn't stop when all he seemed to get was positive reactions.
Nini's fingers tightened into the sheets to hide the tremble in them but he was not surprised to see her roll her eyes at him. "Uuuuh, I'm scared." She blew a raspberry at him and Pedro found himself both amused, annoyed and terribly aroused.
"Is that your answer?" Pedro asked, leaning forward as he smiled devilishly. He made her wait for his next move.
She had propped herself back onto her elbows when his knee came to rest on the mattress and his attempt to climb between her legs was thwarted when she placed one foot onto his chest. She tutted at him when he couldn't get to her. "I thought angels were supposed to be nice?" The sweet-voiced girl mocked him with a disappointment pout. She cooed at him tauntingly, batting her eyelashes and he felt himself getting a little more impatient.
"Wasn't I the archangel who keeps those in check who overstep their boundaries?" He softly stroked his finger up her ankle and calf and snapped his eyes back up to hers.
"Ffff-uck." she cursed before she pierced her bottom lip with her teeth. Her entire body shook with nervous giggles.
Pedro hummed at the cuss word. "You're mouth, both the best and worst thing about you, songbird." He told her lovingly while she tried to control her heavy breathing. He watched a moment of pure joy wash over her face when he tried to move her leg again but she pressed her foot up into his chest to stop him from crawling forward.
"You don't want me to continue?" He cocked his head. "Honey, we can stop. Do you want us to stop?" Pedro asked gently, worried about her wellbeing and comfort first most.
"Are you fine with this?" Nini asked and he took a step back to reflect and pat his chest, feeling a lot more conscious. He'd never hurt her even though he knew her tastes ran a bit darker sometimes.
"We started out as so unproblematic, what happened?" He replied, more to himself. "But yeah, I'm fine, are you?"
Her answer was a mere, inaudible breath on her lips as she looked down and he found it was curious how much he loved it when her act finally cracked and she revealed her desires. It was way too silently spoken, consent was key.
"What was that?" Gleaming eyes met intimidated ones when she still didn't answer. Nini swallowed thickly and he raised his eyebrow at her. "I asked you a question." He reminded her, a bit more threatening and closed his fingers around her ankle, one by one.
"Yes, I said, yes!" "Yes, what?" "I don't want you to stop, I've never been more turned on in my fucking life, you sexy bastard!" She cursed at him and he leaned back in surprise at the flattery.
Pedro had held her leg immovable and enjoyed the kind of power he had over her, lusted after the sweet sounds she made when she came undone by him. He wanted to hear them soon, very soon. "You are-" Pedro towered over, staring her down in a way that made her press her hips further against the mattress. "-running your mouth, looking all cute and shit with your fucking attitude." He finished his sentence and almost smiled when furthermore received a heated moan from her and slap to the mattress. "Are you done?" He asked in regard to her temper.
"Don't pretend you don't like it, big boy. You know, what?" She made an excited face. "I don't think I am." If what she wanted was to rile him up, it was working.
He wasn't satisfied with that answer, nor the nickname. "You've gotta stop being so difficult, baby." She had him longing to hear the music of her begging him to do something about it and he'd fulfil her wish, he could do that.
She challenged him but the smirk on her lips betrayed her, mean side on full display. Pedro knew she'd draw the final straw when she opened her pretty little mouth. "Yeah? Make me."
With that, she had pushed him over the edge. "Okay, that's it." Suddenly, he threw her foot off his chest. He truly lived for the moment her eyes widened and a little squeak escaped her when he yanked her to the edge of the bed by her ankles. He pulled her up and hoisted a laughing woman over his shoulder. "Hey, you-" Her protest was interrupted when he spanked her mid-walk. A high yelp escaped her, followed by a delicious moan and a curse. Pedro broke character and laughed with her as he aimed for bed number five.
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I wish this was a smutfic, I would have INDULGED in writing this but alas... this is me trying to be respectful, *furious groan*
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Part 20
Translation notes:
(sp): mi cielo - (eng): my sky
(sp): hermosita - (eng): little beauty
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The Princess' Dolls
After Danny has ascended to the throne of the ghost king, something goes wrong with his clone Ellie. Her form destabilizes again, and when they stabilize her, she's physically only five or six years old.
Danny takes to watching her, but looking after a half ghost child is a lot harder than it looks, especially when Ellie learns duplication but can't seem to figure out how to undo it for hours on end, and each clone gets bored really fast. To counter this, Danny makes Ellie a set of dolls, all modeled after the Justice League and various related figures. He even uses a special enchantment he learned to make sure the dolls stay intact no matter what Ellie puts them through.
Ellie loves the dolls and she and her clones have a tendency to put together large productions using them, ranging from superhero fights to sitcom stories to fairy tales to a few 'things' Ellie remembered reading online before she was de aged.
Meanwhile, almost every single Justice League member has been noticing some oddities as of late. They can hear voices from no where, they feel like something is touching them when there is nothing, their muscles sometimes spasm without cause. And, on occasion, they find themselves sleepwalking as they dream of a giant telling a story.
No one brings this to the attention of the other members until several members get knocked out on a mission, only for their unconscious forms to start acting out a play.
(Or Danny accidentally makes several Justice League Voodoo dolls and a young Ellie keeps playing with them)
#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny phantom#dp x dc prompt#dani phantom#de aging#Danny accidentally makes several Justice League Voodoo Dolls#It's up to you if he made the villains as well#The 'things' Ellie found on the internet was mainly shipping fanfics#Superman and Batman woke up in an awkward position when they passed out during that play session#Are they really Voodoo Dolls if they don't completely control the person?#Neither Ellie nor Danny know about the effects of theses dolls#Up to you if the Justice League is real or fiction in their world#Danny usually watches out her little skits when he has free time#Ellie controls multiple dolls with her clones which is why almost every member feels it#The Justice League is freaking out when they realize someone is messing with all of them at the same time#They are rather shocked to discover its just a half dead princess playing with her toys that no one knew were voodoo dolls
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LILY EVANS IS A COMPLEX CHARACTER!!!
#marauders#marauders era#sirius black#harry potter#james potter#james x regulus#jegulus#regulus black#remus lupin#fanfic#lily evans#evans sisters#petunia dursley#she’s the best i love her#let her have a real personality#stop being boring!!!#marylily#pandalily#pandora lovegood#mary mcdonald#marlene mckinnon#dorcas meadowes#wolfstar#angst with a happy ending#dead gay wizards#atyd
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never been (stage) kissed
Summary: After years of being a struggling actress in Los Angeles, you finally land your big break! The only problem is, you’ve been cast opposite your longtime celebrity crush… Ruby Cruz. What will you do when the director demands a kiss between the two of you?
Pairing: ruby cruz x actress!reader
Contains: mature language, small amount of adult humor, kissing, fluff, thigh touching, in depth details of Hollywood movie shooting, anxious!reader, publicity tweets and comments, ruby being the sweetest girl EVER
Word Count: 3.1k
A/N: This is a Real Person Fiction. I’ve included a mass disclaimer of RPF guidelines here. Make SURE to click the link before reading, it’s extremely important for the safety of all Real People involved in this fiction.
You stared at the movie script in your hand, biting your lip to stop from squealing. After being in Los Angeles for the past five years, you had finally landed your big break.
You had known that you wanted to act ever since your mother signed you up to be a munchkin in a community theatre production of “The Wizard of Oz.” Of course, being a stubborn elementary schooler, you fought her on it, saying the songs were “stupid” and the costumes were “itchy.” But as soon as opening night came, and the lights hit your face, you put on a smile and celebrated the death of the Wicked Witch like it was something you’d been waiting for your entire life.
After the song's last note, deafening applause echoed around the theater, causing adrenaline to course through your veins. In that moment, you decided to spend the rest of your life chasing that feeling.
When you reached middle school, you joined their drama department, taking theatre as an elective class while occasionally participating in the school plays. Once high school rolled around, you began to take some of the more advanced classes, and even competed in a couple One-Act Play competitions. A lot of the people you started taking classes with eventually got bored and left to pursue other hobbies, but over the years you just fell more and more in love with acting, and became completely dedicated to your craft.
Instead of attending college, after you graduated high school you packed up whatever you needed and moved across the country to a small town about half an hour away from Los Angeles. The area was slightly sketchy, your apartment was small, and you had to work two jobs while sharing with four other roommates just to make rent.
Los Angeles kinda… sucked. But you had stars in your eyes and couldn’t be happier.
Unfortunately, you were kind of in for a rude awakening once audition season rolled around. Back in high school, you would book leads left and right. Now, it seemed like the only gigs you could book were background work, maybe a role in a rinky-dink student film if you were lucky. You always took what you could get, but you longed for something that could get your foot in the door.
One day, one of the short films you starred in entitled “Attack of the Killer Zombie Prom Queens” got entered into some film festival, and not only did it win an award you couldn’t remember the name of, it ended up going viral on YouTube, and not in a bad way either. Your performance in that film was astounding.
Plus, not that this was the sole reason the film blew up, but as an actress in your early 20’s who tended to take care of herself, you were kind of… well… hot.
Suddenly, you were getting recognized in public, signed with an agency, and landing more notable roles. You were featured in a music video for an up-and-coming country artist, booked a commercial for a costume makeup company (in which you brought back your look from “Attack of the Killer Zombie Prom Queens”), and even starred in three episodes of a new series on HBO Max.
Just when you thought life couldn’t get any better, one day you were coming back from what was either your third or fourth audition of the day, when you got a call from your agent on the drive home. You groaned, almost certain she was calling to schedule another “last-minute” audition. Sure you appreciated how hard she worked to get you booked, but you were also so tired after a long day.
To your surprise, when you picked up the phone, she ecstatically announced that you had booked a huge role.
In a feature film.
Starring alongside your celebrity crush… Ruby Cruz.
You had to pull over on the side of a highway to keep from swerving out of excitement.
Ruby had been your celebrity crush since you saw her in the Disney+ series “Willow.” Her masculine ambience, her devil-may-care attitude, and the way she swung her sword had you absolutely drooling. Somehow, you finished the entire series in two days, and immediately ran to IMDB to add Every Single Thing she’s been in to your watch list.
Now, you stood in front of the building where your first read-through was supposed to take place, the script for “Aliens of Atlantis” resting in your shaking hands. You gulped as you pushed open the door, wondering how you were going to keep your cool around Ruby when the very thought of her practically sent you into cardiac arrest.
Walking into the reading room, you were met with several chairs arranged into a circle and sounds of chatter from the other actors. You recognized a few of them from some smaller projects, even recognizing one from a movie that had come out the previous year. Your eyes scanned the room for Ruby, heart beating out of your chest when they landed on the back of a choppy brunette bob.
When Ruby turned around, you swore her blue eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lights. She caught you staring at her from across the room, and shot you a wide toothy smile before walking over to you.
“Hey,” she started. “You must be Zephyra.”
You blinked at her. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Zephyra.” She repeated. “You’re playing the alien queen of Atlantis, right?”
She furrowed her eyebrows at you slightly and tilted her head, worried she may have gotten you mixed up with someone else.
Her words clicked in your head, finally. “Oh! Yes! I’m playing the role of Zephyra.”
Ruby’s smile returned as she let out a lighthearted chuckle. You swallowed, trying to keep your cool. You still had trouble wrapping your mind around the fact that you were standing in front of the Ruby Cruz, and having a semi-successful conversation.
She stuck out her hand, offering a handshake. “Hi, I’m Ruby. I’m playing Calantha.”
You took her hand, electric shocks vibrating through your body at her touch. “Nice to meet you.”
After removing her hand (much to your displeasure), she turned to walk back over to her seat, but not before flashing you a smile over her shoulder. “Can’t wait to work with you!”
God, why did she have to be so cool?
The table read went fairly well, in your opinion. The movie was about Calantha, an underwater adventurer, finding the lost city of Atlantis during an expedition. Once there, she finds the city being ruled by aliens who’s spaceship crashed near the area about 100 years ago. Calantha finds Zephyra, the alien queen, who makes her promise to keep their secret, and in return, Calantha will help her run the city.
You were playing Zephyra, of course, since being in “Attack of the Killer Zombie Prom Queens” proved you looked hot even in otherworldly makeup. You kind of thought there might be some romantic or even sexual tension between Calantha and Zephyra, but you brushed it off as you thought that might not be the artistic intention.
Once filming started, your days were basically exclusively spent on set. Not that you were complaining, you loved every second. Even after coming home at 1am when you left for work at 6am, a blissful smile would be painted across your tired face.
The only thing that bothered you was that you barely ever got to talk to Ruby on set. It was more your fault than hers. Every time you two were working together, your brain short circuited and you couldn’t get out anything more than a few dim-witted babbles. Ruby was always so sweet about it though, always lightheartedly chuckling at your barely-comprehensible speech, sometimes even giving your upper arm a squeeze if you felt especially nervous.
You knew she meant well, but any touch from your celebrity crush was sure to do the opposite of calming you down.
One day, during a filming session, you and Ruby were meant to be sitting especially close to each other. You were sure you felt some romantic tension between the two characters, but you chalked it up to your crush on the actress and tried to downplay it. The director, however, seemed very frustrated today, this was the nineteenth take of this particular scene and he still wasn’t happy.
“Cut!” He yelled, letting out a frustrated sigh as you and Ruby turned your attention towards him.
“Everything alright, sir?” Ruby asked, making you glad you weren’t the only one who noticed his irritation.
“This scene… it’s missing something.” He brought his hand to his chin and squinted at the both of you. “Do we think we could add a kiss? Right here?”
Your heart stopped, and all the moisture disappeared from your mouth.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t kissed people before. You had your fair share of dates back in high school, that wasn’t the problem.
You’ve kissed, but you’ve never stage kissed.
Sure you had plenty of acting experiences, but the roles you played never required kissing. Instead of playing Aurora, you made a fabulous Maleficent. While Elle Woods locked lips with Emmett, you were busy portraying a hilarious Paulette. And of course, nobody wants to make out with a zombie prom queen.
You had no idea if there was any difference between actual kisses and stage-kisses. Obviously, sex scenes in movies weren’t real. But kisses? What if there is a difference and you go to kiss Ruby on camera and make her uncomfortable? What if she pushes you away? What if she gets mad? You don’t know how you’d recover from something like that, and your mind swarmed with plans to flee the country if that did happen.
Ruby opened her mouth to answer the director, before looking at you for confirmation and noticing your overly-panicked state. She sent you a reassuring smile, and placed a gentle hand on your back.
She turned to the director. “Could we pick this up after lunch? I think my scene partner and I have some things to discuss.”
The director agreed, and since it was still about thirty minutes to lunch, decided to use that time to record some “room noise.” You and Ruby were meant to sit still and quietly, the only thing you heard being the echo of your heartbeat in your ears.
Suddenly, you received a text notification, causing sound to go off and the director to groan and shoot you an annoyed look. You mumbled a quick “sorry” before switching your phone to vibrate and looking to see who texted you.
After wolfing down a sandwich from the craft services table, you stood in front of the trailer with Ruby’s name on the door, wringing your clammy hands while deciding whether or not to knock. You took a deep breath, raised your knuckles, and knocked three times, taking a step back after.
She answered almost immediately, staring down at you with a comforting grin. “Hey, come on in.”
Walking up the stairs and into Ruby’s trailer, you couldn’t help but notice how much cleaner it was than yours. You weren’t necessarily sloppy, but your vanity was covered in various bottles of blue face paint, while your floor held multiple alien-like prosthetics. Ruby’s was tidier, with a small couch pushed up against the wall, and her vanity holding nothing but some makeup basics and a half-full can of Dr. Pepper she had been drinking right before you walked in.
Ruby took a seat in her vanity chair and took a sip from her Dr. Pepper, motioning for you to sit on the small couch. “What’s going on? You didn’t seem too comfortable with the kissing scene.”
You gulped, staring down at your lap. “It’s not that…”
Ruby sat up, leaning forward to gawk at you. “Oh my god… have you never been kissed?”
“What? No! Of course I have…” you trailed off. “I just… I’ve never stage kissed before, and I know you have, so is it any different from regular kissing? I feel so stupid for asking and I’m so sorry but I didn’t wanna do it wrong while filming and I’m kinda embarrassed that I don’t know the answer so that’s why I wanted to ask you privately because I didn’t wanna fuck up…”
Ruby stared at you, silent and wide eyed. You felt your heartbeat in your ears as you tried to decipher what she was thinking. Suddenly, she threw her head back and let out a hearty laugh. Your heart sank. Here you were being awkward and vulnerable in front of your crush, and she was laughing at you.
Just before you decided to get up and walk out, Ruby calmed down, wiping away a tear and smiling apologetically. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m not making fun of you. I didn’t mean to laugh, really. You’re just so cute.”
You felt your cheeks burn at her words. She thinks you’re cute?
Ruby threw her soda away in a nearby trash can and moved to sit next to you on the small couch. She criss-crossed her legs, turning to face you while pondering how to answer your question.
“So… stage kisses are different from regular kisses, but they’re also not, you know? Like, we’re kissing but we’re not like… kissing.”
She peered over at you, studying your facial expressions. You looked more confused than ever, so she continued her explanation.
“So, if you’re asking if my lips will physically be on your lips… then the answer is yes, they will. But they’re not exactly like the real thing, because it’s more of a demonstration to the audience rather than an act of passion between two people.”
“A demonstration?” You cocked your head. Ruby nodded.
“Yeah, so say the camera was over there…” she pointed out in front of you. “…then you might cup my jaw, or cradle the back of my head. But if you were to grab my face or something like that, it’d look pretty awkward in a fifty-fifty profile shot.”
You nodded in understanding. “Ok… I think I get what you’re saying.”
“There are also different types of kissing.” Ruby continued. “Like, it should portray how your character feels about the other character. When Zephyra has scenes with Calantha, how does she feel?”
You gulped, focusing on your lap again. “Well, to be honest, it kinda feels like there’s a lot of romantic or sexual tension between our characters, but I’ve sort of been suppressing it because I’m not sure that was the intention.”
“But you feel like Zephyra is attracted to Calantha sexually?” Ruby asked. You nodded. “Great! You don’t necessarily have to make it explicit, but something like that can help you dive deeper into your character.”
Ruby scooted closer to you, taking your hands in hers. She gazed at you with half lidded eyes, causing your breathing to accelerate.
“I want you to kiss me.”
Ruby’s words barely resonated in your head, there was no way you heard her correctly. “You… huh?”
“For practice.” Ruby clarified, letting go of your hands. “Like you would during filming. Is that ok?”
An involuntary swallow forced itself down your throat as you nodded. You couldn’t believe you were about to kiss your celebrity crush, even if it was only for practice.
You pressed your hand into her warm cheek, pulling her close and quickly pecking her lips before retreating away. Your face burned from embarrassment while Ruby cocked her head, clearly confused.
“That’s it?” She asked. “My bad, I didn’t realize Calantha was your grandmother.”
Ruby moved closer and cradled the back of your head, entangling her fingers into your soft locks. You felt your hands sweat as her big blue eyes gazed into yours. “I was thinking maybe something more like this…”
She crashed her lips into yours, causing warmth to explode in your chest. Her fingers played with your hair as you began to kiss back, and your arms wrapped around her waist. Holy shit could she kiss! You could barely fathom how soft her lips were, tasting faintly of Dr. Pepper and vanilla lip balm. As hard as you tried to act professional and pretend there was a camera in front of you, every inch of your body screamed at you to succumb to your most primal instincts.
You lifted one hand from her waist and moved to rest it on her mid-thigh, causing a gentle moan to escape from her lips and a shiver to run down her body. Startled, you moved back, throughly convinced that you majorly fucked up.
“Shit, I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, pulling back your hand like it had touched fire. “I wasn’t thinking, fuck. I got too swept up in the moment. I shouldn’t have touched you, that was completely unprofessional.”
“Hm…?” Ruby blinked, still in a daze. “Oh. Oh! You’re good! Don’t be sorry. I liked it. Really.”
Ruby grinned at you shyly. You stared back at her, a question you weren’t quite sure how to ask lingering at the tip of your tongue. “Ruby, are still… practicing?”
Her smile faded as her eyes went wide and her gaze dropped to her lap. It was her turn to be coy, a sight you’d never seen before.
She dropped her voice to a low whisper as she choked out her question. “Do you want to be?”
Before you could even open your mouth to answer, your phone alarm screeched from your jacket pocket. You took it out, groaning as you turned it off.
Ruby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “What was that?”
“My alarm,” you answered. “I have to go.”
“But lunch isn’t over for another twenty minutes.” Ruby pointed out, trying to hide her disappointment.
“Yeah, but I have to head back early so they can touch up my makeup and fix my prosthetics.”
Ruby sighed in understanding. She supposed your costume might have a bit more upkeep than hers. Your prosthetics did look a little wonky after the lunch break, never mind your smudged blue lipstain that made her apprehensive to look in a mirror.
You collected yourself and turned to walk out, but looked over your shoulder before opening the door. “Uhm… Ruby?”
“Hm?” She answered.
You wrung your hands anxiously. “Do you think we could maybe… do this again? Sometime?”
Ruby’s head shot up to look at you, and a playful smile spread across her face. “Do what? More kissing lessons?”
You rolled your eyes as she chuckled, then gave you a lopsided grin. “I’d like that. Lunch again, tomorrow?”
A blush pink color sprinkled across the apples of your cheeks as you smiled back at her, trying your best to stay cool and suppress the giddy feeling that was bubbling inside of you.
“See you then.”
#ruby cruz#ruby cruz x reader#hazel callahan#hazel callahan x reader#kit tanthalos#kit tanthalos x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#rpf#rpc#fluff#sapphic#lesbian#comedy#pining#fiction#real person fiction#willow#willow 2022#wlw
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First Kiss (Masterlist)
A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (feel free to remake, just credit me!)
(spell checked chapters on ao3)
Introduction
Rough Draft
Bahrain
Malaysia
Filler Chapter
Australia
San Marino
Europe
Spain
Monaco
Britain
Canada
America
France
Germany
FA14's (Late) Birthday
Hungary
Filler Chap 2
Turkey
Italy
China
Japan
Brazil
LS18's Birthday
Extra:
Waiting Room - Pheobe Bridgers
#f1#formula 1#lance stroll#aston martin#fernando alonso#masterlist#f1 masterlist#au#alternate universe#rpf#real person fiction#ff#fanfic#strollonso#fernando alonso x lance stroll#what to tag
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Grandpa Ackles
Summary: Y/n was enjoying her husband’s new style post Supernatural, that is until a certain pair of glasses come onto the scene. How will Jensen feel about her teasing?
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 1.7K+
Warnings: Language, age gap (implied), unprotected sex (don’t be silly..)
Author’s Note: This baby was born from a little razzing session I had with @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons regarding those glasses Jensen wore. It quickly turned into this mess that I forgot about in my drafts. I hope you enjoy it. As always I would love to hear your feedback xoxo Alex
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The love and support of the Supernatural fandom had been the spark that helped Jensen to come out of his shell. From singing at conventions to releasing his album and everything in between. He was far more at ease now than he had been back in 2005. But the truth was she hadn’t seen him blossom more than since the series finally wrapped. From getting to grow out his hair and the relentless press junket for The Boys, he’s been getting to show off his creativity and style like never before. Most of the time she was behind him all the way, but today’s choice had her questioning the man she had married.
They were currently on set with Entertainment Weekly doing yet another interview. Y/n had followed her husband across Europe and now Los Angeles to support him in his recent endeavor. Now she found herself standing behind the cluster of monitors that showed each camera angle. Naturally, she was focused on Jensen, but not for the reason one would expect.
It was like a train wreck, something she couldn’t look away from no matter how hard she tried. Her husband had first slipped the blue-tinted glasses onto his perfect face when they were about to walk out of the dressing room. At first, she had thought they were sunglasses and she was rightfully confused about him putting them on at that moment, but he walked right onto the set with them still in place and that’s when it hit her. They were a statement piece for his outfit.
God, she loved her husband but she was seriously questioning his choices. The black-framed glasses were ever so slightly to big for his face. The lens appeared prescription strength in the way that they distorted his eyes to appear larger than reality. Sure, he wore reading glasses periodically at home but never had they made it into any sort of interview or red carpet before. Though he wouldn’t admit it to her, she knew it made him self-conscious about his age, especially considering the difference between them. So she would tell him how much she loved them, which wasn’t even the tiniest bit of a lie. Those glasses framed his face well and made him look refined. These on the other hand, well, as much as she tried to love them, it simply wasn’t happening.
The interview lasted roughly an hour before they were back in his dressing room to pack up their things. Once he had cleared out the dressing room they hopped into a car to take them back to their hotel. Y/n waited with bated breath for him to remove the glasses, but he never so much as acknowledged them. Jensen conversed politely with her until they made it back to their suite. She plopped down onto the edge of the bed, watching him as he began to unpack his bag from the day.
“Are you going to tell me why you keep looking at me like that?” He questioned finally, his one eyebrow quirking at her.
“I-” Y/n chewed on the corner of her lip while she tried to find the words. “What is with the glasses?”
“What do you mean?” Jensen crossed his eyes, playfully attempting to look at the specs without taking them off.
“Did you lose a bet…” her words trailed off, earning her a frown from her husband.
“You don’t like my glasses.” It wasn’t a question.
“I don’t… not like them,” she tried with a smile but her husband knew her better than that. Jensen crossed his arms with a warning look, asking her to tell the truth. “Okay fine, they look like a bad 70’s accessory. I’m sorry, baby, but they are not it.”
“These are Gucci,” he defended. Y/n hid her mouth behind her fingers, stifling a smile at his knee-jerk reaction to her opinion.
“I know this, and I love you, but just because you are playing, as you call him, a grandpa, doesn’t mean you need to dress like one.” Y/n made air quotes with her fingers as she talked. She knew she was digging herself a hole but damn it if she couldn’t stop talking.
“Whatever, I need to change,” he scoffed as he began undoing the buttons on his shirt. The blatant roll of his eyes told her he was over this conversation but that didn’t stop what slipped out next.
Y/n cupped her hands around her mouth and whispered, “Start with the glasses.”
Jensen froze, his eyes narrowing at his wife. She smiled at him, her tongue peeking out between her teeth. Before she could blink he darted towards her, his arms encompassing her as he tackled her into the bed. A shriek left her mouth as the couple barreled into the plush furniture, quickly dissolving into giggles as he pinned her to the mattress.
“Careful, Jay, don’t need you breaking a hip.” Her words came out between snickers. She was quick to realize how worked up she had gotten him.
“Funny, you weren’t saying that two days ago,” Jensen encompassed her with his form, one hand on either side of where her head lay.
“Guess that was before I realized how close you might be to needing help from a little blue pill…” She let the words hang in the air, watching her husband’s jaw drop.
“You gonna regret that,” he mumbled, dropping his voice as he cocked his head.
“Promise?” Y/n bit her lip, a final challenge before Jensen dove in, capturing her lips with his own. Immediately she melted into the comforter, her hands moving to finish his job of undoing his top. Her work was distracted as the actor trailed his pillow-soft lips down her jaw and neck, using his tongue to suck the tender flesh into his mouth. A moan fell from her lips as he nipped her collarbone, the action egging him on. When she finally popped the last button, she hurriedly pushed the thin fabric from his shoulders.
Jensen sat back on his legs, working open his belt and jeans as Y/n lifted her dress over her head. He let out a low whistle, letting his eyes roam down the expanse of her body, now just in a pair of panties.
“I’m waiting, Grandpa,” she smirked, raising her arms above her head to emphasize her breasts for him.
“Damnit woman,” he grunted, now in a hurry to rid them both of their offending bottoms. Once they were both exposed to the other, Jensen leaned back over her, again capturing her lips with his own in a heated kiss. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth as his hands ran down her curves. The action set her nerves aflame, warmth amalgamating low in her belly.
In a second, his warmth was gone, and his large hands were flipping her onto her stomach. She rose to her hands and knees without a second thought, knowing that Jensen was not going to do her the courtesy of prepping her for him. The woman got no warning before her husband entered her from behind, his cock stretching her in every delicious and agonizing way. Her chin dropped to her chest as he set a grievously slow pace where she could feel every inch of him.
“Fuck, Jay. Faster, please?” The words were a breathy plea on her lips.
“What was that, baby?”
“I need more,” she reiterated. Jensen ran his fingers through her hair before gently tugging on the strands, pulling her frame up and flush against his own. His arms wrapped around her torso, the new muscles she loved so much dwarfing her body as he drove into her, faster with every thrust. His grunts were low, but deafening from their proximity to her. The sound was like music to her ears, each one helping to push her closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Look at you, so wrecked from taking me like a good girl,” Jensen breathed out, his praises earning a whimper from his lover. “Do you think you deserve to come?”
“Oh, fuck.” It was the only thing her brain could formulate at the moment. She knew this was a torture of her own creation. Y/n had pushed him to prove himself, knowing full well what would come of it, and damn it if she wasn’t regretting that now. The thing was he absolutely would deny her if she didn’t grovel. And it wouldn’t be the first time either.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Nobody can fuck me like you. My body is yours.” It was the truth and had been since that first night together so many years ago. He had thoroughly ruined her for anyone else and still to this day proves that he knows her body better than herself. “I can’t come without you.”
“It’s a start,” he murmured, his game punctuated with every thrust of his hips. His left hand traveled up to her throat, applying light pressure just above her collarbone.
“Please.” She was nowhere near above begging him for release.
“Since you asked nicely,” Jensen finally relented, using his opposite hand to press against her clit. The combination of sensations sent her over the cliff like a switch had been flipped. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the overwhelming sensations he continued to deliver until he too finished, rutting against her as he spilled himself inside her.
His grip against her loosened and he let her back against the hotel comforter, taking care to keep her steady on her trembling legs. Y/n rolled over onto her back, staring blankly at the ceiling as her breathing evened out. Her husband joined her, resting his head against her stomach. Mindlessly her fingers came down to run through his long blonde locks.
“Still think I need the blue pill?” He asked and she could feel him smile against her abdomen.
“Fuck you,” she huffed out a laugh.
“I think you just did.”
“Ugh, fine, you win this one, Ackles,” Y/n playfully pushed her husband from her side. “But next, time don’t expect me to cave so easily.”
“Oh?” One of his eyebrows shot up on his forehead and immediately she regretted her words. The actor was on her before she had a chance to blink, ready to prove himself as many times as it would take.
Forevers: @440mxs-wife @akshi8278 @emoryhemsworth @ever-mischief @foxyjwls007 @hobby27 @jbsgirl4ever11 @jensengirl83 @katbratsupernaturalwhore @leigh70 @lyarr24 @maggiegirl17 @maliburenee @muhahaha303 @mrsjenniferwinchester @sexyvixen7 @spnwoman @suckitands33 @stoneyggirl22 @supernatural3002 @traceyaudette @xlynnbbyx
#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles x you#jensen ackles fanfiction#jensen ackles fanfic#jensen ackles fic#jensen ackles#spn#supernatural fanfiction#spn fanfic#spn fic#spn rpf#supernatural rpf#rpf#real person fiction#supernatural
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#how long ago did i watch pacific rim? i feel like it might have been last year but i finally drew this lmao#sometimes it just takes a while. newt specifically gets under my skin tho bc i think his research interests r kinda similar to mine#at least in a broad sense. but im dealing with cyanobacteria which is less exciting to most ppl lol but any fanfic i read thats like: newt#has 6 phds im like fucking what? what r they in? they have to be literature based right?! when would u have time to independently design.#carry out. write and defend for 6 independent projects in different topics by his age?#what as waste of time. i say as a person who would happily fuck around and collect degrees without ever having to get a real job#idk characters i relate to make me a little unhinged bc i do not like to relate to characters lol#pacific rim#herman gottlieb#newt geiszler#newton geiszler#tw blood#tw gore#also i agree with herman abt the numbers quote. physics is like literally understanding the fabric of the universe so like yeah#also i cant draw hermann and i cant see his face without thinking of owen from torchwood who i hated lol#pacrim
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Worth crossing a blizzard for - Pedro Pascal x Reader
Summary: During shooting for The Last of Us, a snowstorm hits Canada, essentially forcing Pedro to take the day off. Turns out its not as bad as he thinks.
Relationships: Pedro Pascal x Reader
WC: 1600
Tags/Warnings: MDNI, RPF, Real-Person-Fiction, Non-Explicit Sex, showering together, Gender-neutral Reader, Snow, blizzard, Crew Reader, The Last of Us Shooting, Canada, Kissing, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Pedro Pascal, Healthy Relationships, Secret Relationship
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notes: i haven't written pedro in sooo long, i miss him. needless to say, this is the lil version i created of him in my head and not necesarily an accurate representation of his actual personality <3
also, this is another lil entry for stephs winter writing challenge with the trope warmth, i highly recommend checking the entire list if youre interested :) (@toomanystoriessolittletime)
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It starts with a light snowfall, little white particles floating through the air, rushing past the car as he drives back from set and a small sigh escapes his lips. It's been snowing on and off for weeks, usually meaning an earlier calltime for everyone, to make sure the locations can be cleared from the thin layer of snow if needed.
The wind has picked up by the time Pedro reaches the apartment that has been his home for the last few weeks and when he steps out of the shower half an hour later, the light snowfall has developed into a full-on blizzard, complete with cars honking in the streets below and his phone vibrating angrily, demanding attention. A rushed glance as he gets dressed confirms his suspicions. There's several warnings of severe weather, most of them due to hit tonight.
A gentle knock on the front door lets the man whip around and a small frown builds on his forehead as he crosses the hallway, taking a quick glance through the peephole. He practically yanks the door open.
You have your coat wrapped tightly around yourself, a knitted hat drawn down to your ears and a scarf wrapped around your neck. The two latter are practically soaked, decorated with little white crystals all over that are beginning to melt in the slightly warmer air of the hallway and dripping down onto the door mat.
Pedro stays still for a moment, taking in your form in front of him, before his brain registers what's going on. He reaches out, pulling you into the apartment, “What the hell were you thinking?”
The door closes behind you and the frown that decorated Pedros face a moment ago is now appearing on yours, “I- What?” For a split second you wonder if he's mad. He rarely gets a day off and even when he does, he usually spends it doing something, unable to just sit and relax, even for a little while. Maybe he's made plans for tonight and you've just crashed them.
“You can't be walking around in a blizzard like this, look at yourself,” he tuts, helping you take your wet coat off along with the hat and scarf and maneuvering them into the bathroom to hang them up to dry. You take your boots off carefully, gaze never leaving the man in front of you, “It's barely a twenty minute walk.”
“You're telling me you didn't even get a taxi?” He asks as he returns to the hallway and watches you put your shoes onto a small shoe tray.
“Does it look like I got a taxi?” You shoot back, getting a little irritated with how concerned he is. Immediately, Pedros gaze softens a bit and a small grumble escapes his throat as he takes a step forward, bringing his fingers up to your hair to carefully pick a snowflake out of it.
It melts between his fingers.
“No, you don't,” he muses, smiling a little sheepishly. “You could've called me. I would've picked you up.” You can't help but chuckle a little at that, “I did call you. You didn't pick up. The phone, I mean.” He stares at you for a moment, then back at his phone that has at least a dozen unread messages, then back to you, “Fuck, I- I was taking a shower, guess I didn’t hear-”
“It's fine,” you promise gently, standing on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on his cheek. Pedro sighs a little, taking in the way you’re looking at him and eventually nodding as he leads you further into the small apartment. It's spacious for one person but cozy for two, production of course not having calculated that you would be here too. You tried to stick to only sleeping over on weekends for a while, arguing that Pedro needed his rest and a quiet environment to go over his lines. He argued back that he slept a lot better with you beside him.
“You want a coffee?” He offers and you nod yes, following him to the open kitchen and hopping onto the counter as he grabs a mug for you.
“So you haven't read it yet?” You ask, rubbing your hands together in an effort to warm them up. “Read what?” His back is to you, the sound of the coffee machine starting almost drowning out his words.
“Shoot is canceled for tomorrow. Probably until next week.”
Something about your tone makes him turn around to face you. He's in front of you a second later, hands resting on your waist as he studies your face, “And you're not happy about that?”
“Why would I? It sets us back at least two days and were already behind, at this rate reshoots-”
Pedro hums a little and squeezes your waist, causing you to fall quiet.
“I don't like it either but-”
You cut him off before you can stop yourself, shaking your head as you speak and lowering your gaze towards the floor, “It's just really bad timing and I have so much to do already and-”
“Hey, look at me.”
He squeezes again, a little harder this time, and one hand comes up to nudge your chin until you're looking right at him. You find soft brown eyes, the little patch in his beard you like so much and hair that's still a little damp from showering.
“It's snow. You can't do anything about snow.”
You let your head fall forward again, letting out a small sigh, “Yeah, I know.” Pedro gently brings his arms around you, holding you close for a moment. The coffee machine beeps, signaling that it's done. But he doesn't let go yet, rubbing your back a little instead.
“The way I see it,” he starts. “We may as well enjoy our night in. Even if it wasn't exactly planned. Plus, there's no way in hell I'll let you go back out there anyway.”
He does have a point. And a night off, especially a night off for both of you, doesn't sound too bad, even if it's constricted to the small apartment you're sitting in.
As soon as your coffee is empty and a few urgent messages are replied to, Pedro insists on a shower to warm you up. You're halfway to the bathroom before you turn around with a small smile on your face, “You're gonna let me shower alone?”
“I just showered,” Pedro replies almost automatically, putting your mug away. Then, he catches the small twinkle in your eye.
“You just showered,” you repeat, the smile still decorating your face and Pedro nods a few times before getting into motion.
“I guess I could do with another one.”
For once, there's no rush. You take your time, with the shower and everything that it includes. You spend what feels like a solid five minutes kissing afterwards, already scrubbed clean and so, so content. The air is steamy when you step out of the shower and Pedro really does treat you to the full experience, insisting on applying your lotion for you.
You hum contently as he gently massages it into your back, your muscles tingling with relief. He chuckles softly behind you, “Feeling a little warmed up already?”
“More than a little. Don't know how you do it.”
You lightly slap his ass on the way to the bedroom.
After securing your favorite sweater of his and some sweatpants, you find yourself in the kitchen again, rummaging through the cupboards to figure out what to cook up with the scarce ingredients available. You both usually eat on location or get some takeout on the way home, not to speak of the lack of cooking skill you both possess.
It ends up being pasta with some leftover greens and tomatoes and for once, you could swear it tastes ten times better than whatever takeout you could've gotten. You're cuddled up on the couch, staring out into the dark, gusts of snow still blowing past the window. The traffic jams have calmed down, the people returned to their houses to find shelter from the cold. Only a few lost ones are still wandering around, no doubt with a goal that justifies a walk through the conditions. You understand them.
Pedro watches a man disappear around the corner and swallows his mouthful of pasta, “Are you sure you didn't catch a cold?”
You smile weakly, “ Even if I did, it would be worth it. I'd trade a cold for a night off with you. You know that.” He chuckles a little, tilting his head slightly, “Just saying, it may be a little on the nose for both of us to get sick at the same time.”
You raise a brow as you finish your plate and gently put it down before cuddling into Pedro’s side, drawing your legs up onto the couch, “There's a blizzard. It's not that on the nose.”
The snowflakes landing on the window stay there for a few moments, glistening in the dim light from inside the apartment before the warmth seems to reach through the glass. One by one, they turn into small drops of water.
He considers your words for a moment before nodding, “Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right.” His arm wraps around you, pulling you in a little more as you rest your head against his shoulder. He leans down to plant a small kiss on your head and you hum contently, smiling to yourself.
The snowflakes melt on the window pane. You melt in Pedros arms.
Your voice is only a mumble.
“Besides- you can't do anything about snow.”
notes: hey babes! im considering a second part to this so let me know if that's something you'd like <3
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young Florrick/Jaheira headcanon coming together... imagining Jaheira returning to the forest where she became a druid after the battle against Ketheric Thorm for a little alone time, only to be pestered by a bold young wood elf who is much more interested in magic, urban life, and heroism than her ascetic community would prefer
#a bratty 22 year old Florrick being the first person to MILFify a 45 year old Jaheira is very real to me#Jaheira being plagued by youngins who desperately want to hit it is very real to everyone#Florrick/Jaheira#technically this is fanfic
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Moodboard by my bestie @softhecreator
Mr. Chalamet
chapter five: sugar rush
AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue
All my work is 18+.
I’m made for you, we can’t deny it. Meet me there where it never closes. Meet me there where it’s never hopeless. All is fair in love… We feel so good, it’s almost frightening. Let’s try again; I don’t deserve you, you’re a diamond.- Måneskin, HONEY (ARE U COMING?)
Lea awoke to the arm around her waist tightening and lips kissing her neck.
“Good morning,” a voice murmured against her skin.
Wakefulness seeped into her mind slowly, like sand filtering through an hourglass, and she recalled several things at once.
Mr. Chalamet kissing his wife.
Crying.
Mr. Chalamet asking her to let him kiss her.
The marble of his kitchen counter cold on the bare skin of her back, the twinkling light of the dimmed chandelier overhead as he—
Holy fuck.
Mr. Chalamet was… he was…
He was her boyfriend now.
Giddiness filled her veins like a sugar rush, and she arched into his searching hand.
“Timothée,” she breathed, her eyes still closed to the afternoon sun filtering in through the bedroom windows overlooking the gardens.
“Mmm,” he hummed in contentment, kissing her neck and trailing his hand up her bare waist to cup her breast. “I like the way you say my name.”
Lea finally opened her eyes as he began to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
She wanted him again. She was fairly certain she’d wanted him since the beginning of time, in fact.
“You’re probably too sore to go again right now,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret, “but we can do… other things. If you want.”
“Like what?” Lea asked breathlessly, excitement swirling in her abdomen.
He hummed again, considering. “I could sit you in my lap.” More kisses to her neck. “I can’t put my dick in you, but I can rub it against your little pussy.”
Her insides spasmed.
“Would you like that, sweetheart?” Tim asked gently. “You can grind your clit on my dick until you cum. What do you think?”
Lea turned over as fast as she could in his embrace, barely having the time to take in his sleep-mussed hair and half-lidded eyes before she fastened her lips to his.
He returned her kiss enthusiastically, fisting a hand in her hair.
Tim’s chest was warm against hers as he gently pushed her onto her back and climbed between her legs, kissing her with a lazy sort of hunger that made her dizzy. God, he was everything.
“Inside me,” she begged into his mouth, canting her hips upwards in encouragement. “Want you inside me—“
“No, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, trailing kisses down her flushed throat again. “Not yet. You’re too sore.”
“‘m not sore,” Lea insisted. “I’m fine, I want you—“
“It’s okay,” he shushed her. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll satisfy you, I promise.”
“You can take care of me,” she panted out, “by getting inside me.”
“Soon,” he assured her with a quiet chuckle. “Be patient. Trust me.”
“Tim—“ Lea was just starting to whine desperately when a ring from the bedside table cut her off.
Her newfound boyfriend sat up with a long-suffering sigh, raking his fingers through his curls. She was so struck by the way he looked—sunlight glinting off his pale skin, his hair casting shadows over his face, not to mention his body, holy fucking shit but he was beautiful—that it was as if they were frozen in time.
And then he shot her a lazy grin before rolling off of her to grab his phone.
“Yeah?” he said into the phone. There was an inaudible voice from the other end, and he smiled slightly. “I’m glad your flight went well, sweetie.” A pause. “No, you don’t need to put your mom on the phone. Thank you, though.”
He’s talking to Elle, Lea realized, watching him with wide eyes. In her defense, he was completely naked.
“Yeah, Lea’s still here.” He plopped back down on his bed next to her, taking her hand in his and linking their fingers together. “I think she’s still in bed.” She glared at him when he shot her a wink. “Uh-huh, yeah. I’ll tell her. Okay, love you, too. Bye, sweetie.” He hung up and put his phone back on the bedside table before turning back to Lea. “Elle says hi.”
Lea blinked at him. Elle was her friend. And she was… god, she was fucking her dad. Elle was her friend, and Lea had gone and fucked her dad behind her back. What a shitty thing to do. Elle thought her parents were in love, for fuck’s sake! She’d be heartbroken if she knew.
“I know that face,” Tim cut into her thoughts. “You’re upset. What’s going on?”
“I betrayed Elle,” Lea admitted, guilty tears filling her eyes. “I slept with my friend’s dad. God, what… what an awful thing to do.”
Tim sighed. “Oh, sweetheart.” He took her in his arms and pulled her close. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help who you fall for.” His voice was soft, gentle. Sweet. “I couldn’t help falling for you, either.”
“Even if we…” She gulped anxiously. “Y’know, wanted this, it shouldn’t have happened.”
“Why?” he asked. “Why shouldn’t we be happy?”
“It’s wrong,” Lea insisted shakily, even as she leaned into his chest. “These feelings are wrong, but acting on them is even worse.”
He cupped her cheek then, tilting her face up towards his. “How could what we have be wrong? Explain to me what’s so wrong about us being together, being happy.”
“I’m friends with your daughter,” she reminded him. “I betrayed her, and now I’m gonna have to lie to her about it. Plus, you’re married.” She looked down. “And, y’know… you’re a hell of a lot older than I am.”
He was silent for a long moment. “Is my age a turn-off for you?”
Lea shook her head. “No, not really.”
“Then why is it a problem?” When she didn’t answer, he asked, “Is it because of what you think?”
“Not really,” she admitted.
“Is it because of what other people would think, then?”
She grimaced. “I guess so.”
He sighed. “Lea, sweetheart.” She glanced up at him, and he continued, “It’s our relationship, not theirs. What’s it matter what other people think? All I care about is what we think, what we want, and how we feel.”
“I don’t want anyone to say anything bad about you,” she mumbled.
Tim snorted derisively. “I’ve been a public figure since I was sixteen. I haven’t paid attention to what other people think of me in a long, long time.” A pause. “And anyway, we wouldn’t be public about it for another few years, once Elle graduates. You’ll be twenty-two by then anyway.”
“And you’ll be thirty-seven,” she pointed out glumly.
“I guess I will, yeah.”
“And a half,” she tacked on.
“Yes,” he confirmed slowly. “So what?”
“So,” she enunciated, “my mom isn’t comfortable with the idea of me dating any guy. Dating a married guy who’s nearly thirty-eight? She’ll have a heart attack.”
He was silent for a long moment. “I’m pretty confident I can win her over.”
Lea snorted. “You underestimate how much she dislikes men.”
“Because of your dad, right?” he recalled. When she nodded wordlessly, he tightened his arms around her, rubbing her bare back comfortingly. “We’ll have been together for awhile by that point. I’m sure she’ll understand that I’m not gonna hurt you. As far as the age difference goes, well.” He sighed. “I know a lot of guys in my position have a history of dating girls your age. I don’t. The last time I was with someone under thirty, I was also under thirty.”
“I really am too young for you, huh?” she mumbled unhappily.
“No, sweetheart,” Tim reassured her gently with a kiss to her hair. “You’re perfect as you are.”
“Are you sure?” she asked timidly.
“I’m sure.” He continued rubbing her back. “I’ll talk to your mom when the time comes, alright? I’ll handle it.”
“Okay,” she mumbled.
“I’m not gonna be married by then, by the way,” he pointed out. “Or if I am, I’ll be in the process of getting divorced.”
“You’re… you’re not staying with her?”
He snorted. “What, you think I wanna spend the rest of my life with a woman I don’t love?”
She blinked. “I mean… you’ve spent seventeen years with her, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, “which is why I don’t wanna waste more time with her as my wife than necessary.” He slid a hand into her hair. “Plus, I hope we’re still together by then, and if we are, I’ll be honest: I’m definitely gonna be in love with you by that point, and the last thing I want now is to be married to another woman, so once I’m in love with you?” He scoffed lightly. “No way in hell will I wanna stay with her long-term.”
Lea smiled despite herself, burying her face in his chest.
“Now then,” he continued, “about Elle and the obvious guilt you are experiencing.” She groaned, and he chuckled quietly. “I get it. I feel bad about keeping it from her, too. You’re my girlfriend now, and therefore one of the most important people in my life. It sucks keeping our relationship from her, especially when it means so much to me, and because you mean so much to her.” He sighed. “But it’s necessary for her. Lola and I agreed a long time ago to keep our relationships out of her life.”
“Yeah, I know,” she muttered grumpily.
“Hey.” Tim put two fingers under her chin so as to tilt her face up towards his again. “Don’t feel bad, okay? We’ll tell her eventually, and anyway, this is in no way your fault.” He cupped her cheek. “Don’t give up on us before we’ve even tried.”
“Okay,” she breathed, trying her damnedest not to look at his mouth. In her defense, he had a very nice mouth.
Tim, however, had no qualms whatsoever about eyeing her lips. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” she murmured, already leaning up towards him.
He slid a hand into her hair and leaned down to kiss her.
Lea didn’t mean to snoop. She really, truly didn’t. It was an honest mistake.
But he’d left his texts with his wife up on the sunroom coffee table, and they were, like, right there.
I have a girlfriend btw
Is this one new?
Yeah, a couple weeks now
Do I know her?
You’ve met her
It’s Elle’s friend, isn’t it? The redhead?
Yeah, how’d you know?
Cuz I saw you trying not to look at her in front of Elle lol
What can I say? She’s hot
Bit young for you, isn’t she?
Eh idgaf, she’s great. You’ll like her
Let’s see how long this one lasts, then. Get back to me in a few months 😂
Shut up I really like her okay
Alright, alright
And that was the most recent text.
“Lea,” came Tim’s voice from the kitchen, “have you seen my phone?”
“Y— yeah,” she called back. “I’ll bring it to you, one sec.”
Standing on shaky legs, Lea walked across the house and into the kitchen.
He was in the process of making them dinner, and she set his phone on the countertop next to him. He reached for it and, upon seeing it was still open, looked up at her.
“I take it you’re blushing because of the texts?”
She looked away uncomfortably. “I didn’t mean to see them.”
“It’s fine,” he assured her with a grin over his shoulder. “There’s nothing on my phone I feel the need to hide from you.”
“So, um.” Lea swallowed anxiously. “You told her?”
“Who, Lola?”
“Uh huh.”
“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I always tell her when I get a new girlfriend.”
“Oh.”
He paused in his food preparation before turning his face towards her. “Is that… okay?”
Lea crossed an arm over her stomach, cupping her elbow. “I mean, yeah, it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it, I guess.”
He sighed, turning towards her fully and leaning back against the counter. “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve talked to you about it first. I sometimes forget this is all new to you.”
She smiled slightly in reassurance. “It’s okay.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised, clasping her hands in his.
“You don’t have to,” she assured him. “I’m not upset, I was just surprised.”
He hummed, pulling her closer. “Nope, won’t do. I have wronged my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, and the situation must be rectified.”
“Oh, it must, huh?” she teased with a grin.
Tim nodded seriously. “Yes, it must.”
Giggling, she looped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.
“What’s this?” Lea asked as Tim kissed her neck.
“A dress,” he informed her helpfully, gesturing to the midnight blue minidress with gold embroidery that made it look like it was sparkling. “Thought you’d like it.”
“It’s gorgeous,” she confirmed, leaning into him. “What’s the occasion?”
“We’re going to a party, so I got you a dress and some stuff you may wanna wear with it.”
“A party?” she questioned in surprise. “I thought this whole… thing between us wasn’t gonna be public?”
“‘Thing’?” he questioned, sounding somewhat disappointed. “I’d prefer to think of it as a relationship, but no, we’re not going public. I won’t take you to any parties where there’ll be photographers or anything, and my friends wouldn’t post pictures of us publicly,” he assured her. “Besides, you’ve been invited.”
She turned around in his arms. “I have?”
He nodded. “Yeah, Steph invited you.”
She wracked her brain, trying to remember who that might be and if she knew him. It hit her after a moment. “Steph as in Stephane Bak?”
Tim nodded.
She stared up at him in disbelief. “Stephane Bak invited me to a party?”
“Well, yeah,” he shrugged. “I mentioned that I have a girlfriend, and he said to bring you.”
Her head was spinning. “Holy shit.”
“I dunno why you’re so surprised,” he chuckled. “It’s not like you’ve never met any of Elle’s friends who’re a bit more well-known than you’re used to, right?”
“Well yeah,” Lea agreed, “but this is different, isn’t it? Like, is it a small party with a few people or is it, like, a big thing?”
Tim snorted. “Well, it’s Steph, so it’s definitely not gonna be small.”
“Exactly,” she said with a nod. “It’s a big famous people party. I’ve got no business being at a party like that.”
“Uh…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean. Do I count as a famous person in your book?”
She frowned. “Well, duh.”
“Then I would like to point out that you are dating a famous person, sweetheart,” he reminded her gently. “No one there is the sort of person to treat you differently, but even if they were, you have every right to be there.”
“Okay,” she conceded, fisting a hand in his shirt.
“Besides,” Tim went on, “the idea of you wearing that little dress, walking into a party on my arm, everyone who sees us knowing you’re mine?” He hummed, leaning in closer to brush his lips over her neck. “Kinda hot, not gonna lie.”
“You’re weird,” she pointed out with a giggle.
“I don’t think it’s weird to want everyone else to know that my girlfriend is superior and therefore I am also superior,” he quipped without hesitation.
Lea snorted. “I’m not superior. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Agree to disagree,” he hummed, pressing a swift kiss to her neck.
She rolled her eyes outright at that. “When’s this party, anyway?”
“Next week. That okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” She leaned into him, basking in his warmth. “Not like I’m doing anything for the summer, anyway. I probably should be working.”
“You’re doing very important work,” Tim assured her.
“Oh?”
“I’ve been told that keeping me satisfied is a full-time job, so I’d say so, yeah.”
She choked on her own saliva. “Making out with you does not count as a job, Tim!”
He snickered. “It’s not just making out.”
“You know what I mean,” Lea said firmly. She wasn’t super comfortable discussing their sex life when they weren’t actually, like… having sex at that exact moment.
He found it hilarious and took great pleasure in saying things that he insisted turned her face the exact same shade of red as her hair. She’d never say it, but the truth was, she thought about it a lot. Particularly how they’d been together for a few weeks already, and he still wouldn’t be as rough with her as she knew he wanted to be. It was immensely frustrating to feel him holding back.
“Maybe I need clarification.”
He was giving her such a grin that she knew he was full of it. She informed him of this by wordlessly pinching him on one of the arms he had wrapped around her waist.
“Ow!”
“Don’t be a dick, Tim,” she scolded.
He rested his chin on the top of her head, a move he knew full well reminded her that she was significantly shorter than he was. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, though.”
“Don’t be a dick, Tim,” she repeated, enunciating her words slowly.
“Pah!” he huffed. “Fine. Party pooper.”
“I honestly have no idea why you’re into me,” she admitted. “I’d think you’d want someone who was more…”
“More what?”
She sighed. “I dunno. On your level, I guess? It’s hard to put into words.”
“I like you,” he informed her bluntly. “I like you a lot, actually. Isn’t that reason enough?”
She smiled despite herself. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.”
“Are you sure you wanna bring me to this?” she asked, fidgeting anxiously with the hemline of her midnight blue dress.
“Baby,” Tim sighed, “of course I want you to come with me.”
“I just… I feel weird meeting your friends…”
“Why?” he pressed gently.
“I mean… I’m your side chick, y’know? And you’re introducing me to your friends.” She shrugged. “It feels weird.”
“You’re not my side chick, Lea,” he said softly. She wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that, so she stayed silent. “Hey.” He cupped her cheek and tilted her face up towards his. “You are more to me than that. Okay?”
She sighed, leaning her forehead against his chest and closing her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled guiltily. “I don’t mean to doubt you.”
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her hair gently. “I’m not offended, sweetheart. I just don’t like to see you feeling this way, is all. I want you to be happy.”
Smiling slightly, she nestled into him. “You make me happy, Tim.”
“You’re sure you wanna take me to this?” she asked him outside a ridiculously fancy hotel suite his friend was currently staying at.
“I’m positive, babydoll.”
He trailed his hand down her back and squeezed her ass, the motion almost absentminded.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” she conceded hesitantly.
“Great,” he said with a grin before stepping towards the door and pounding on it a few times. “Hey, asshole! Open up!”
Lea blinked up at him, startled.
The door opened, music spilling out into the hallway. A tall man stuck his head out the door, and Lea stared up at him with wide eyes.
“And who might you be?” Stephane asked her with his heavy French accent.
Tim rolled his eyes and pushed past his friend, tugging Lea after him by the hand. “Tim!” she hissed scoldingly.
He sighed, turning around to face his very amused-looking friend, who said, “Your girlfriend, I take it?”
Tim nodded, winding his arm around her waist again. “Steph, this is Lea. Lea, this is Steph.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said with a polite smile.
Stephane nodded back at her, returning her smile. “Come, I’ll get you something to drink.”
They followed him through the throngs of people, and upon reaching a bar, Tim was given a glass of something-or-other, and when Lea was asked what she wanted, she pursed her lips in thought. “Do you have any sodas?”
Stephane raised his eyebrows. “I could fix you a rum and Coke if you’d like.”
Lea tucked a curl behind her ear anxiously. “Oh, um… that’s okay. Just a Coke is fine, thank you.”
Stephane looked at her a bit strangely, but he handed her a Coke anyway.
She was sipping it idly when someone slapped Tim on the back. They both turned around in surprise, and Lea’s mouth fell open when she saw Zendaya grinning at Tim.
“Haven’t seen you in awhile!” she said loudly over the thumping of the bass. “Who’s this?”
“Lea, my—“
“This is Lea?” Zendaya cut him off, her grin widening.
“Hi,” Lea managed, feeling more than a little starstruck.
“You’re adorable!” Zendaya squealed, engulfing Lea in a hug. Lea blinked, but tentatively hugged the other woman back. When Zendaya pulled away, she leaned in close and stage-whispered, “I’ll tell you a secret.” Lea’s eyes widened. “Tim’s, like, borderline obsessed with you.”
Lea turned bright red, turning to her boyfriend, who had obviously heard what had been said, but looked entirely unrepentant about it. He shrugged lazily. “Can you blame me, though? I’m pretty sure anybody in my situation would be.”
“Seriously,” Zendaya went on as if Tim hadn’t said anything at all, “he never shuts up about you.”
Lea smiled, instantly deciding she liked Zendaya.
“I think we’re gonna be good friends,” Zendaya informed her.
Tim had had a few drinks, and so he was getting extremely handsy, as he usually did when tipsy. He had pulled her away from a conversation she’d been having and into his lap in a chair tucked away in a dark corner. He situated her so that she was sitting sideways, which made it easy for him to fist a hand in her hair and pull her in for a kiss.
It grew heated very quickly, his hand palming her ass roughly as he mouthed at her neck. She forgot where she was, the rush of her blood drowning out the pounding of the bass.
He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat before fastening his mouth to hers again, sucking her lower lip between his teeth.
“You’re too goddamn sexy,” he told her, voice raspy. “This little dress swishes up around your ass, teasing me.”
“You’re the one that got me this, y’know,” she pointed out breathlessly.
“Oh, I know,” he growled. “That’s part of why I got it for you. It’s short and your tits bulge out of it. So fuckin’ hot. And you’re all mine.”
“Mhm,” Lea hummed, kissing him eagerly. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, and he groaned, squeezing her ass with both hands now.
“Want you,” he murmured against her lips. “Wanna fuck you, baby.”
“Tim,” she giggled scoldingly, “we’re in public.”
“So what?” he scoffed. “There’s definitely somewhere in here we can go for a little privacy.” He paused. “Unless… unless you don’t want to?”
She shifted in his lap slightly. “I never said that.”
She felt his smirk against her skin. “Is that so? You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”
She nodded eagerly, and he immediately hoisted her up and pulled her into a nearby bathroom.
He pressed her back up against the closed door and flicked the lock. The music was a bit fainter, so she could hear him better when he said, “How ‘bout I give it to you rough this time?” She shivered in delight at the thought, and he smirked against her neck. “You think you’re ready for that, sweetheart? Ready for a good, hard fuck?”
“I want it,” she gasped out, fumbling with the zipper of his pants.
“Patience,” he scolded with a dark chuckle, yanking her dress up around her waist and bending her over the countertop. He ran his hands reverently over the skin of her ass that the open back Agent Provocateur panties exposed, the dark blue fabric contrasting sharply against her pale skin. “Mmm,” he hummed, giving her asscheek a rough squeeze. “Such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Uh huh,” she whimpered, wiggling her ass enticingly. She wanted him inside her already.
“Been teasing me all night, Lea,” he chided. “You think you deserve a punishment for that?”
Her heart leapt at the prospect of him punishing her, butterflies filling her stomach. “Yes,” she breathed.
“I think so, too. Been such a bad girl, huh?” He squeezed her ass again before giving it a sharp smack. She moaned low in her throat, lifting her ass up off the countertop a bit, wanting him to do it again. “What kind of slut likes to be spanked?” he murmured, smacking her other asscheek. “Dirty little girl.” She moaned again, and he hastily added, “Seriously, though, Lea— if you don’t like it or it hurts or you want me to stop, tell me. I won’t be upset, alright?”
She nodded rapidly. “Don’t stop, please.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, kneading the reddened skin of her ass before giving it another sharp slap. “Look so pretty with your ass in the air for me, babydoll. You gonna take my cock as well as you take your punishment?”
“Mhm,” she gasped out, the sound turning into another moan of pleasure when he slapped her ass again. “Fuck, Tim—“
“Not nearly as innocent as you seem, huh?” he teased. “Dirty little slut who likes getting spanked, getting fucked?”
“‘m your slut, Tim,” she whined desperately. “Want it, I want it, please—“
“You gonna be good for me?” he rasped, and she heard him undoing his pants swiftly. “You gonna take this cock like the filthy little fucktoy you are?”
“Yes, I will, I will, just—“ she cut herself off with a whine.
Tim yanked her panties down and off, spread her legs roughly, and slammed into her. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Take it, sweetheart. Fuck.”
“Tim,” she moaned in desperation, her legs kicking mindlessly, the tips of her toes brushing the tiled floor.
His fingers dug into the skin of her hips as he set a rough pace, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Pull your dress down,” he panted out. “Bra, too. Show me those tits in the mirror.”
She scrambled up onto her elbows, hastily yanking her dress and bra down beneath her breasts, the blue and gold eye pendant she wore swaying as he fucked her.
“Lemme see,” he demanded sharply, smacking her ass. She yelped at the delicious sting and pushed herself up a bit so he could see her breasts. “Fuck,” he grunted, his hands tightening their grip on her. “Love how big they are.” He smacked her ass again. “And the way your ass jiggles when I fuck you like this— so fuckin’ sexy, sweetheart.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she was chanting mindlessly, her toes curling at how good it felt. “God, the way you stretch me out, fuck—“
“You like that, huh?” he chuckled. “Like getting split open on my dick, Lea?”
“Uh huh,” she moaned, her hair falling in front of her face. “So good, don’t stop, please don’t stop—“
“Don’t worry,” he assured her, “I’ll fuck you till you’re satisfied. Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”
“Can’t help it,” she admitted, moaning loudly when he smacked her ass again. “Feels too good.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet it does.” He kneaded the reddened skin of her asscheek. “You got a taste of my cock and now you can’t get enough, is that it?”
“Yeah,” Lea gasped. “So good, so big—“
“I think it’s more that your pussy is just so little, so tight,” he corrected, using his grip on her hips to pull her back and forth onto his cock. “But you’re used to it now, huh? Used to getting fucked.”
She could only whimper mindlessly, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Nuh uh,” he snapped, gripping her hair at the back of her head and yanking her upright. “Look at me. Watch me fuck you. Don’t want you to forget who you belong to.”
Lea forced her eyes open and met his gaze in the mirror. His hand tightened in her hair, and she inhaled sharply at the sting.
“You gonna be good for me?” he demanded. “You gonna behave, do what I tell you?”
“Yes,” she promised, her voice more of a moan than an actual vocalization, and when he smacked her ass sharply, she yelped.
“You like it?” Tim wanted to know. When all she did was nod wordlessly, her eyes glazed at how roughly he was fucking her, he yanked her hair. “Use your words, Lea. If you like what I do to you, you have to tell me.”
“I— I like it,” she managed to force out.
“Yeah?” he murmured, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “You want more?” Before she could moan in response, he added, “You’d better tell me what you want or I’ll have to stop.”
“Don’t stop, please,” she begged desperately. “I want more, I want you to fuck me, please, I want—“ A moan cut her off, pulled from her vocal chords when he slammed into her again.
“Like this?” Tim panted, the force of her thrusts jolting her body against the countertop.
“God, harder,” she pleaded. “I want it harder, please—“
He obliged her, though he gave her ass a sharp smack at his next thrust. “Knew you’d love getting your tight little pussy pounded,” he chuckled, spanking her again. She whimpered at the sting, at the way he stretched her, and he said, “Such a fuckin’ slut, huh?”
Lea moaned incoherently, her toes curling in pleasure. “Fuck, Tim, ah—“ she managed.
Her eyes were drooping again, and he smacked her ass to get her attention, yanking her hair sharply so she’d meet his gaze in the mirror. “Bad girl,” he scolded darkly. “Eyes open. Watch me.” He spanked her again before kneading the reddened skin, fucking into her so harshly she thought she’d die from how good it felt.
“‘m sorry,” she mumbled, eyes roving over his reflection. He hadn’t taken his clothes off, but he didn’t need to when he looked so freakin’ hot regardless of what clothes he had—or didn’t have—on.
He knew pretty well by that point how to know when she was checking him out, so he smirked and said, “Like what you see, huh?”
Lea flushed at being caught staring, looking down in embarrassment.
Tim gave her ass another slap, and she yelped in surprised delight. “What did I say about looking at me?” he demanded, his voice low.
“To not stop,” she admitted, her voice almost a whine.
“That’s right,” he confirmed. “Be a good girl and do what I tell you.”
“Yes, Tim,” she agreed immediately, not wanting him to stop. Her obedience was rewarded with a harsh thrust, and she moaned blissfully.
“How ‘bout I make you cum?” he asked roughly. “Would you like that, sweetheart? Wanna cum all over my cock?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted mindlessly. “I wanna cum, please—“
“You gonna behave for me?” he rasped. “Be my good girl, my slutty little princess?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I will, Tim, I swear, I’ll be so good for you, please make me cum—“
He snaked a hand under her, rubbing her clit in fast, hard circles. The angle limited his thrusting somewhat, so he could really only rock his hips into her, but it didn’t matter because she was full, he was filling her, and he was rubbing her clit and making her feel so fucking good. “Can feel your pussy clenching around me, Lea. Why don’t you cum, babydoll? Show me how much you love it when I fuck you, huh?”
He reached up and squeezed one of her breasts, twisting her nipple roughly, and she moaned deep in her throat. “Tim, I— ‘m gonna cum, I—“
“I know you are,” he murmured, watching her eyes flutter shut in the mirror. “You’re gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes, fuck I’m so close—“
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded. “Give it to me, c’mon.”
She moaned again, rolling her hips against his hand as best she could with the countertop in the way, and then—
And then Lea’s orgasm ripped through her, her voice a cacophony of moans bouncing off the walls of the bathroom.
“Fuck,” he panted, still squeezing her breast. “God, the way you clench around me when you cum, baby, I’m gonna— fuck—“
“Mmm,” she hummed in lazy contentment. “Yeah, Tim, fill me up. Want it, want you.”
He groaned her name, the hand grasping her hip tightening, his fingers digging into her skin bruisingly, and then he made a sound like he’d had the wind knocked out of him, doubling over and repeatedly pressing kisses to the skin of her back that her dress revealed.
“Are you serious right now, man?” Zendaya asked as they awkwardly slinked—well, okay. Lea awkwardly slinked. Tim strolled like this was a common, everyday occurrence—out of the bathroom. Lea froze, blushing bright red and fumbling for something to say, but Zendaya appeared to be addressing Tim. “You really couldn’t wait until you got home to accost this poor girl?”
Lea’s blush deepened, but Tim simply shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “I really couldn’t, no.”
Zendaya rolled her eyes before fixing them on Lea. “You good?”
Lea nodded jerkily. “Yeah, I’m, uh…” She fumbled, seemingly unable to articulate anything of note.
Tim chuckled affectionately, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her in close with a swift kiss to her hair and a murmur of, “You’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re embarrassed.”
“Shut up, Tim, oh my god!” Lea bristled, glaring fiercely at him, though admittedly not pushing him away.
He shrugged again, the arm around her waist tightening.
Zendaya rolled her eyes again. “You’re disgusting, Tim. Go home.”
He shot his friend a grin and a sarcastic salute before pulling Lea off to find their host and say their goodbyes.
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my worst human trait is being the pickiest fanfic reader known to man
#Just chatting#it needs to have good characterization#it needs to have believable and good writing#realistic character/real person reactions or i die on the spot#flawless dialogue#im seriously the worst if I see some dialogue is boring I just immediatley drop it#fanfic
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I can't stop thinking about the revelation of Luo Binghe's heavenly demonic heritage and how striking the differences are in SVSSS vs PIDW.
In terms of the original, how Shen Jiu's violence was unexpected but numbing after a point. How Luo Bingge's awakening would be a means to freedom; that while he might be reviled by human immortals, at least he no longer had any reason to give a damn what they thought. Demonic cultivation would exact the wrongs that had been acted on him tenfold in cold blood, to repay youthful admiration and blind trust with all the cruelty unleashed on him indiscriminately. How easy it was for Luo Bingge to choose power and performance because he had little if nothing else of substance to turn to.
For Luo Bingge, otherness is an easy second skin because he's never once belonged in the first place. Sneering is natural when the entire world has done nothing but badmouth, ridicule, hit, and condemn you for things that were never within your control. “What does it matter that you're a monster now?” Luo Bingge seems to think, “You were and will be a monster always.” Every facade, every ill-intended act of deception and violence is merely injustice reaping its due.
Luo Binghe (Bingmei) has no such liberties.
For Luo Binghe, the trappings of comfort and belonging end up yielding an entirely new problem, a reversal of Luo Bingge’s non-conundrum. His fear is that Shen Qingqiu’s love might be conditional rather than a despair that it is non-existent, because in many respects it is for the surrounding immortals; they go from calling Binghe a promising and shining youth to a demonic scourge born to invite ruin in the span of a handful of years. Shen Qingqiu, caught between what he wants to do versus what he believes he must do and his own fears, sours Luo Binghe’s trust to quivering doubt. What Bingge desperately craved was precisely what put Binghe through such unrelenting turmoil. Where difference and change is freedom for Luo Bingge, it is a chilling and unwelcome prospect for Luo Binghe.
For Luo Binghe, the thought that he could be something monstrous to the person he loves is a form of self-annihilation; so much of his desperation to appear non-threatening to Shen Qingqiu is rooted in this self-same anxiety. In the wake of Meng Mo’s intervention, Luo Binghe cannot even bring himself to ask “What does it matter that you’re a monster now?” He can only cling to the desperate belief that if he can just conceal what he is for long enough, the future he always dreamed of might still be within his reach: an eternal life of peace by Shen Qingqiu’s side.
For Luo Binghe, the rejection of his humanity means rejecting the people who nurtured him wholeheartedly (the washerwoman, transmigrated Shen Qingqiu) with love and kindness. Even despite the confusion behind Shen Qingqiu’s change, even despite how enigmatic and reticent he can often still be, Binghe recognizes powerful instances of tenderness and care in his actions. Someone who stubbornly healed his wounds, who was unable to watch him be brutally bullied without due recourse, someone who trusted in him and his potential with his whole heart.
For Luo Binghe, power and demonic strength mean absolutely nothing because he has love. He doesn’t want them, and even when he does have them they are used in service of protecting Shen Qingqiu. Xin Mo isn’t able to take over because Luo Binghe isn’t strong enough to resist its temptations to subjugate the world, it happens because he exhausts so much energy trying to preserve Shen Qingqiu’s life that his resistance fractures. And even when Xin Mo succeeds in warping Binghe’s mind, the end result is still in service to a desire to be close to Shen Qingqiu’s heart. In the end, he continues to seek love.
Where the inexorable tides of change become opportunity (arguably even a boon) for Luo Bingge, for Luo Binghe this change is the focal point of his calamitous loss. How Luo Bingge's ascension is a ruthless and seamless transformation--all of his experiences hardening him into something harsh and brutal and unyielding to survive. How Luo Binghe's is instead a fall from grace; the corruption of innocence and stolen youth--of dreams razed to ash and safety obliterated.
And after all, doesn't it hurt so much more to have known peace and thrash that it will forever be out of your grasp? ...Than to live in such tumultuous waters that gentleness is an alien, loathsome, and unfathomable thing. For the former, a feeling of safety may never be restored--always looking back before looking forward. For the latter, there is nothing but the grim and solitary march on, eyes shuttered to all else.
I feel like that's why I love the ending of the third novel, as disturbing as it may appear to a lot of readers. Shen Qinqiu expresses his disbelief and hurt that Luo Binghe would lie to him and choose so much destruction, but for Luo Binghe it all has a singular source. Without love, he has nothing. He cannot choose a life devoid of the person he loves.
(I once read a fic where Luo Binghe says ‘I never wanted to be a demon’ to Shen Qingqiu and I think it metaphysically changed me as a person. Every single day I think about it and try not to bawl my eyes out. Anyways.)
#svsss#scum villain's self saving system#luo binghe#shen qingqiu#bingqiu#luo bingge#there's a much longer analysis post i'm plotting regarding bingqiu and sqq specifically but god#this shit? this guts me every single time i read fanfic or reread the original text#pretty much this and tianxi is a direct hit to the gut for me#i will never be over how relentless mxtx is about the importance of kindness/compassion#how even a single person's acknowledgement of our deepest vulnerability is enough to change us irrevocably#how that is a foundational aspect of what it means to be a person in the world. the most animating force#mxtx is such a real one i'm sorry i just adore her work
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it felt amazing to finally see that green checkmark on ao3, to finally move the full fic to my finished folders on docs, to finally say with my whole chest that it's really completed...
I'm proud of myself and what I managed to make, I'd been working on this fic for over a year, and I felt a lot of doubts while writing. I didn't expect to write so much. I often thought I was saying too much, or the fic wasn't good enough. when I reread it, I realized it wasn't perfect, but it doesn't have to be. I wrote something that was so unabashedly me, and I'm so grateful for that feeling. I'm so happy that I can write what I enjoy, that I can be myself while doing what I have always loved the most. I learned and progressed, and I can feel only excitement for whatever I write next!!
thank you for your patience, and if you end up reading, thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart 💞
I took off work tomorrow to celebrate lol (actually because I'm still sick but we're calling it a celebration). I don't know what to say next so here's some cute pictures of aki. three cheers for fic completion 🎉🎉🎉
#it's weird because#I thought after finishing this#I'd want to not write again for a very long time#but I just want to write even more tomorrow lol#insanity is real yall don't get the topknot virus#I appreciate everyone who has stuck with me!#comments and reblogs and kudos on ao3 are always appreciated but don't feel pressured#fanfic seriously changed my life for the better#at the time I picked up writing again I was in a very lost state#but since then I've been happier and happier#I've grown my writing but also grown as a person#I want to improve my writing while continuing to make the silly things I enjoy#don't know what I'm saying anymore#tomorrow I'll celebrate by eating a strawberry cake I baked with my mum#and I will give all the akis a bite too 💪💪💪💪
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In Living Color
Chapter 25
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July 25th, 2022
Chris let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into his mother’s house from the back door, the cool air of the home giving him and Scott a reprieve from the heatwave outside. They found their Ma in her kitchen, putting away some groceries with a smile on her face as she saw her sons.
“I certainly didn’t expect to see you here today,” Lisa greeted, coming over to hug them both. She hugged Scott before hugging Chris, holding her oldest son's arms as she pulled away and told him, “I figured it would take at least another day for you to recover from the press tour.”
Chris laughed, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet home. “Oh I’ll be going to bed early tonight, that’s for sure,” he assured her with a nod.
Scott smirked at the words, moving to grab a cup from a cabinet and fill it with water. “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t just fly straight to San Francisco to see Nat,” he drawled, his voice booming.
“Yeah, it’s been what? A month since you’ve seen her?” Lisa asked, raising a brow as she dropped her hands from Chris’ arms and headed back into the kitchen, pulling groceries from the bags resting on the island counter.
“I was with her over the fourth so almost a month,” he corrected, leaning down to pet his Ma’s dogs as they danced at his feet. But then he thought back to his visit earlier in the month, at the fleeting moments they’d had together, but otherwise… he’d been alone. Nat’s schedule was busier than ever, if it was even possible, and she spent so much time glued to her laptop that he missed her even when he was there. “I miss Nat so fuckin’ much but I’m almost thinking about staying here.”
Lisa raised a brow suspiciously as she closed the fridge, tucking the reusable grocery bags into each other. “Oh really?” She asked him while she looked at him curiously.
“I’m just so exhausted. Going from filming earlier this year to the Lightyear press and right into The Gray Man press, I’m just so tired,” he murmured with a shake of his head as he leaned his hip against the island. “And now that I’ll be going to Atlanta soon for Pain Hustlers, I feel like I just need a break away from everything.”
“Maybe Nat could come out here instead?”
“Yeah I think I might ask her if she could,” Chris nodded his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, in fact, the opposite was true but after being dragged from one interview to another then put on a plane to make another appearance and do the whole routine again, he was craving his safe space more than ever. He just wanted to be home and sleep in his own bed, have home cooked meals, and decompress in the place he felt the most himself. Chris ran a hand through his hair while he mused, “I want to see her so bad, but when I’m there during the week, she’s at work anyway so it’s not like we get to spend much time together.”
He watched as Lisa pursed her lips while she listened to his words. “Well maybe once you rest up a little more, you could go out for a weekend,” she suggested, her eyebrows raising hopefully as she looked at her oldest son. He shrugged his shoulders at that as he heard Scott’s small noise of agreement and sighed.
“I don’t have many more weekends before I start filming again,” he began as he stared down at the marble countertop. He’d gotten the official schedules for both shoots a few weeks ago, and there was virtually no spare time once he started the first project, but what little time he had left before was quickly getting filled up in Massachusetts. He hadn’t been home for a long stretch of time since the previous year, and even then he spent most of 2021 in Los Angeles, growing his relationship with Nat. He’d missed home, missed seeing his family, the kids, getting to just live without constantly looking over his shoulder. And the growing list of responsibilities from ASP that he’d been ignoring while working were piling up, and his schedule was full of tasks between now and the middle of August. By then, he’d jump right into the shoots around Florida and Georgia with the cast of Pain Hustlers to then be in Atlanta working for months on end for Red One, having no real opportunities to visit Nat in California. “I just hate to disappoint Nattie.”
“Honey, you know Nat will understand,” Lisa placated her son, looking at him seriously as she listened to his words. “She won’t want you to kill yourself just to come see her.”
Chris shook his head, explaining, “Oh I know she’ll understand, Nat always does.”
“I know a certain dog who will be happy that you’ll be around here for a while,” she pointed out with a small chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.
“You should have seen how I woke up this morning. Dodger was laying right on top of me,” Chris laughed, thankful for the shift in conversation away from him changing his and Nat’s plans.
Scott’s dry laugh cut through the room as he told their mother, “He’s been right on Chris’ heels all day.”
Lisa smiled at the comment, before her eyes turned curious and she looked at Chris as he finally sat down in a barstool next to Chris. “What were you guys up to today?” She asked them both, looking between them.
“Well…” Chris started as Scott bit his lip, turning to look at him as well. With both his Ma’s and Scott’s eyes on him, a smile crossed his lips. “That’s actually part of the reason we came over…”
“Why’s that?”
A warm smile crossed his lips as his brain was able to switch from the exhaustion his whole body was clouded in, to instead thinking about the purchase he made hours earlier and the meaning that came with it as he told his mother, “I bought something for Nat today that I wanted to show you…”
He could feel Lisa’s eyes on him as he pulled the velvet box out of the plain white bag and handed it over to her. He watched as she flipped it open and saw the shining diamond ring inside as she gasped, “Chris, you got her a ring? You’re going to ask her to marry you?”
“Yeah Ma, I am,” a warmth spread throughout him as he said those words out loud.
Chris could see the tears glossing her eyes as she gasped, “Oh honey, I couldn’t be happier.”
“Me neither,” he shook his head almost in disbelief that this was really happening. His own tears started gathering in his blue eyes, making him blink furiously before he swallowed the emotional lump in his throat, “I think I’ve known for a while now that Nat was the one for me but when I was with her in San Francisco for our anniversary earlier this year I just… knew. I just don’t want anyone but her.”
“I knew from that first time I met her that you two would be together,” Lisa stated firmly before going over to hug her eldest son tightly.
“I think we all knew that one,” Scott chimed in with a chuckle from where he had sat down at the counter, knowing that Chris and Nat being together was something they all saw coming a mile away.
Chris had to wipe a hand along his cheeks, swiping away the tears as he admitted, “I just love her so much. I never even knew it could feel like this,”
“I’m so happy for you Chris. I can honestly say this is the best decision you’ve ever made,” his mother encouraged him with a hand rubbing up and down his back but then wanted to know, “When are you going to ask her?”
The question was one he’d been thinking about a lot but still hadn’t figured out an answer to, letting her in, “I’m not sure yet. I don’t really have a specific time so I’m just going to ask her when the moment feels right.”
Lisa couldn’t help but give him another hug, squeezing him tightly as she once again told him just how happy she was before the conversation shifted toward dinner and the brothers decided to stay and help get things ready. As Chris was pulling out the plates, his gaze drifted down to the ring box that was sitting open on the counter and felt the conversation happening around him seem to drift away. He picked up the box and looked at that sparkling ring, imagining what it would look like on Nat’s hand and almost finding it unbelievable that at the beginning of the previous year he hadn’t even met her, but now here he was ready to place this on her hand with the promise of forever.
He loved her so much it almost hurt and even as insecure and indecisive as he could be, this was one decision that didn’t leave any doubts in his mind other than the timing. With his schedule being full with two more movies and Nat being in San Francisco for her job, he didn’t know the next time that they’d get any extended amount of time together and although it left him at a loss on how to fully support her while he wasn’t there, he had come to see through their breakup that none of it mattered. Sure, it was a hurdle they’d need to figure out how to cross, but all that mattered is that he had Nat in his life and he wanted her forever. Chris knew that this was the best thing that could ever happen to him, but what he didn’t know is that while he stood here full of joy and peace, the woman he loved was across the country feeling desperately trapped in the new job and life she had chosen and felt more stuck that she ever had in her life.
Nat shut the creaking door behind her and locked the deadbolt, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the door as she felt her muscles tense. She looked around her dark apartment, feeling… indifferent to everything. Coming home had always been something sacred to her, her escape, her happy place, where she hosted friends, family, game nights, and movie nights. But here… she’d hole up for days over a weekend without having anyone here who would reach out to say, “Hey! Haven’t seen you this weekend, want to grab brunch tomorrow?”, only to hear a ping alerting her to new emails. It was no longer a place of refuge to her, instead, it felt like a place where she couldn’t take a deep breath, where she could never relax, where no one would come looking, or even stop by. She was completely alone here in this silent apartment, but the one bright spot that had gotten her through so many days was knowing that in one day, her apartment would be occupied by the heart-of-gold man that she loved so dearly. His laughter would fill the tiny space, his hands would rub her aching back, and his presence would fill the void in her heart that had been hurting so badly.
When her phone started ringing, she pulled it out and saw his name on her screen, bringing out the first genuine smile in a long time as she held it up to her ear and greeted him with a hello that sounded a lot less enthusiastic than she intended but just couldn’t seem to muster anything more.
“Hi honey, is this a good time?” He asked her, his voice filling her ear.
She nodded, suppressing the sigh that caught in her throat. “Yeah I’m just walking through my door,” she told him, hanging her bag on the hook by the door as she kicked her shoes off.
Nat heard him huff out a breath, his voice quiet as he pointed out, “Nattie, it’s almost eight there.”
She shook her head, frowning at his concern. She knew it was well placed, it always was. They cared about each other to be making those jabs at the other, but it didn’t mean her shoulders relaxed a little at every concerned comment he made. If anything, it made her feel a little worse. “I know, it just was a busy day,” she explained, her voice quiet as she turned on the lights and stepped further into the apartment.
“Will you promise me that you’ll have some dinner?”
“I promise I will,” she told him, glancing towards the shoebox of a kitchen before she headed into the living room, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. “I actually am a little surprised to hear from you. I figured you’d be asleep with you flying out here tomorrow.”
“That’s actually what I wanted to call you about,” he began, pausing as he sighed. Nat froze, listening as he finally asked, “Nattie, would it disappoint you if I didn’t come out to San Francisco?”
Her brows furrowed and her hand reached, plucking a few threads from the worn blanket on the couch as she fidgeted anxiously. “Is everything okay?” She asked worriedly, unsure if something had happened
“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I’m just so exhausted,” he admitted and Nat could have been able to know that without his admission. The weariness in his voice was evident even if she hadn’t known how packed his schedule had been but kept listening as he sighed, “I feel like I’ve just been going non-stop for the past couple months and then with heading into doing two more movies this year, I just feel really overwhelmed. I just want some time to decompress.”
“Of course I’m sad not to see you but that’s fine Chris, I want you to take care of yourself,” Nat told him truthfully. In reality, hearing those words felt like a punch in the gut or as if all the air from her lungs had just been taken away. Having him come out to see her had been the one saving grace through all of this. She knew that if she could just make it to when she’d get to have his arms around her again, then maybe she could do this. Maybe that would help center her again, but in an instant that had been stolen away.
But she couldn’t tell him that. She couldn’t burden him with the knowledge of how much she was struggling while he was so burnt out and had to recharge before being thrown into filming again. Besides, he had warned her. He was the one who told her that this job wasn't for her and that it didn’t seem like the right move for her and he had been right. Nat just couldn’t let anyone, especially herself, know how much this job was taking a toll on her. It was just a job and the fact that she couldn’t seem to handle it only made her feel like even more of a failure than ever.
“I hope you know how much I want to see you and it has nothing to do with that,” Chris went on to assure her, but it brought little healing to her heart because all she could feel was that she was alone yet again. “I also figured that when I’m there during the week I don’t get to see you much anyway and thought that maybe you could come out for a weekend if you have time or I could come out there before Atlanta.”
“I’m not sure yet what my schedule is but we’ll figure something out. I want you to just decompress,” she rushed to tell him, trying hard to cover up the tears and heavy emotion in her voice.
“Are you sure, Nat?”
Nat just took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before responding with, “I am, I want you to rest. I know how important it is to you to be able to be away from everything in Boston.”
“Thanks for understanding, baby. I love you so much and I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
Nat pushed out a quick “I love you too” before hearing the line hang up. She couldn’t even pull the phone away from her ear before silent tears started spilling out of her eyes. With a shaky finger she clicked the red button before trudging over to the couch where she laid down and grabbed a pillow, clutching it to her chest as the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring down her face.
Nat was so proud of Chris. She was so proud of all he’d done this year, pushing himself with the films he was doing and going through the press tours he hated so much while traveling the world in a whirlwind. She was so happy that he could recognize when he needed a break, and just decompress. She was so glad that he had a place to do that, where he had a home to just be himself and relax but right now she just hated it so much that the home wasn’t with her.
Using the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she furiously wiped at her eyes and sat up. Nat tried so hard to just pull it together, but the moment her eyes glanced out the window of her apartment and she saw the almost tauntingly beautiful view of San Francisco, heavy sobs started pouring out of hers as those tears that she had just wiped away were quickly replaced. Just one look at that view reminded her that she was here in the city by the bay, completely and utterly alone.
She had always loved her job, working as an animator was truly a dream come true. Nat was just a normal girl who had been given an incredible gift by having a father who believed in her, sending her to art school to follow her dreams but it felt like somehow her real dream, the real longing of her heart had slipped through her fingers. Nat had been so happy working at Disney, settling into a life in California over the past decade and having an incredible group of friends, including Mark and Jamie who had become more like family to her.
But COVID had changed everything for her. In that time frame, her engagement to Shane had ended, Nat had become so much more self assured and knew who she was, but after being able to spend months at home with her family, she had moved back to California with a loneliness in her heart and a longing for something more. For the first time in her life she had seen how much she wanted more than her job. She wanted her own family and to be able to love someone and have them love her in return.
And then Chris came into her life.
So much had changed since he’d made his unexpected entrance in her life and Nat had found out so many more things about herself and what she wanted. He helped her to rest in who she was and embrace what it was that made her… well, her. He was her best friend and gave her peace in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. But there was still a part of her that let those little voices into the back of her head, remembering the looks she’d gotten from people when she was younger and said her dream was to be an artist. She remembered the jokes so many made when they asked what she was going to do for a ‘real job’ and the sting of that in her formative years still was underneath the surface.
Nat’s fingers were clutching tight on that pillow as she thought back to her dad dropping her off at art school as he hugged her tightly and told her how proud of her he was and that he knew she’d do great things. Ever since then all she had wanted to do was prove him right, to show everyone she wasn’t just the overemotional chaotic artist little sister behind two intelligent successful older sisters who seemed to be able to do all the things she viewed herself incapable of.
So here she was. Accepting this job that she thought would somehow prove something. That somehow would be the icing on the cake of ‘See? I can be a successful artist’ but all it had done was show her just how right Chris had been about all of this. This wasn’t what she wanted. She hated every bit of this job. She wanted so much more than this now. She wanted Chris. She wanted a family. She wanted to create for herself. But there was no turning back now. There was no way that she could go to her boss only a couple months after starting and basically say she wanted to be demoted, especially when her position back in Burbank had already been filled. Not to mention that she had taken a stand with this job and Chris, resulting in them temporarily breaking up. That felt like such a huge failure in her mind and that was something Nat simply just couldn’t take at the moment.
So here she had been, putting her nose to the grindstone and putting in her hours, trying to get through the days with the light at the end of the tunnel being August. The month when she’d get her best friend back. When she’d finally get to feel his arms around her. When she’d finally not dread the weekends and spend them crying in bed but instead fill them with laughter and happiness with Chris. When she’d finally get to relax for the first time in weeks. Knowing that he was coming to her was like a lifeline, knowing that she just had to make it until then and then hopefully things would be better. But now it felt like that lifeline that was dangling just out of her reach was snatched away and she was left drowning.
But there was no way she could ask him to come. It was just too selfish. She couldn’t possibly know just how packed his schedule had been and hear his weary voice saying how much he just needed to go home and then ask him to come be with her instead. So here she was. Sitting alone on this couch, tears streaming down her face as she felt completely alone and completely stuck.
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