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rs-hawk · 3 months

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Another version of Bestie’s Werewolf Brother where you two have fallen out of contact for years and when he finds out you’re having a baby with someone else because you start being friends with his sister again and he gets really possessive and starts stalking you again. He finds out you’re a single mom and suddenly he realizes he just wants a baby with you even if it’s not his pup 🥺❣️Mostly fluff plz but I’d love some smut too

Not you bringing out this trope when I literally posted it’s my fave. Lol. No smut all fluff but I might do more with this if y’all like it 🥰

When you got pregnant your boyfriend acted like he was happy. He lavished you in compliments and told everyone how excited he was to be starting a family with you. Your childhood bestie and you even reconnected, her excited about baby names and planning your baby shower. It’s like you picked up right where you left off.

When you ask about her brother, she’s obviously uncomfortable. She comes up with all kinds of excuses about why he doesn’t want to talk to you, or why he seemed to have just vanished off social media recently. You can’t help but feeling hurt but you keep it to yourself.

When you catch your boyfriend cheating on you, you end up packing up all your stuff in a night and moving back in with your parents. It sucks. You can’t help but feel like a failure. You start going for walks more at the local park, just trying anything to keep your mind off your predicament.

“Hey,” you heard a familiar voice say from behind you.

You didn’t know that he had already been stalking you for months. Ever since he found out you were pregnant. He thought he could get past it, get past you, but hearing that you had been with someone else drove him crazy. He wanted to be angry with you. To hate you, even, and that other man’s baby, but the longer he stalked you, the more he realized how much he missed you. How he just wanted to be around you again.

“Hi,” you said as you turned around, awkwardly holding your arms in front of your stomach. You knew he knew, but you couldn’t help but wish this wasn’t the first time he was seeing you after all these years.

“It looks like you’re doing well.”

You shrugged, moving your arms and shoving your hands in your pockets. “I guess.”

“My sister said you’re… getting engaged,” he managed to get out without growling.

“We were, but some stuff happened. I’m living back at home until I can find a place.”

He knew he shouldn’t be happy, but he was. After that, he started offering to help you with everything. Need someone to drive you to an OBGYN appointment? Needed help putting the bassinet together? Couldn’t figure out which kind of car seat to get? He was always there and offering to help.

You were surprised, pleasantly so. You’d never thought much about it, but you didn’t think that he would be so involved in your pregnancy when 1) you weren’t dating and 2) it wasn’t his baby. As the weeks passed, he started asking to touch your stomach when he saw movement. He came to your parents’ house all hours of the day if you even hinted that you wanted to see him or if you wanted something.

When you went into labor, your mother took you, much to his disappointment. He came to visit you of course, but he seemed a little off when he came in. His head was down, and he wasn’t nearly as imposing as he normally was, especially considering he was mostly shifted. Then a nurse came back in with the baby after giving a bath.

“Oh! Here’s Dad,” she smiled as she placed the small bundle in his arms, though she did admittedly look a little uneasy.

You started to correct her, but he just started at the little one in his arms with wide eyes. You’d never seen him be so gentle. His ears were perked up, and you couldn’t help but notice his tail started to wag. He shushed you mid-sentence as you tried telling the nurse he wasn’t the dad.

“Human babies are so tiny,” he whispered, rocking the baby in his arms.

The nurse looked between you before slipping out. He stayed almost the entire time you were in the hospital. Even your parents left more often than him. While he was attentive to you, he was even more attentive to the baby. Asking the nurses to show him how to swaddle. Reading up on when human babies can eat solid food (because it’s just a couple months for pups).

He’s the one that took you home. Your parents are excited when they see his car pull up and you’re admittedly a little confused. When you get inside, you see that he took it upon himself to baby proof everything. He put together an entire nursery when you were just going to have the baby sleep in your room in the bassinet. He even sprung to get a crib since he had read online that infants can only be in bassinets for a few months.

That’s when you realize that he really is the best for you. He’s always been the best for you, and he’s the best for your baby too. The baby fell asleep in his arms before he settled the tiny bundle into the crib. Tears pricked your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his back, burying your face in his shoulder.

“You’ll stay, right?”

A low rumble in his chest vibrated your body when he spun around, grabbing you up in his arms. “I’ll never leave again.”

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xxblairexxss · 11 months

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Everything shower

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x socialmediainfluencer!reader

Theme : Fluff

This was so full of fluff makes me want to write a heartbreaking angst for my next one. 😭

You started off your Youtube and Tiktok accounts way before you met Charles. That alone was enough to prove that you had always loved taking pictures or videos of yourself whenever you got a chance, not because you craved for the attention but there was nothing wrong with being obsessed with yourself.

Your subscribers and followers thought your videos and contents would start to switch once you started dating the Formula 1 driver but they were completely wrong because you owned the spotlight before him and you were gonna keep on owning the spotlight even with him in the frame. Whenever you talked about Charles, it would be just something subtle and you never addressed him by his name. You would always call him “my boyfriend”. Something like “Oh, my boyfriend hated this and I was offended because it was so good!” and those who were new to your accounts would be clueless with the whole thing.

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ynusename can i hold your hand?

charles_leclerc your hand fits perfectly in mine so yes

username loool can someone tells charles she’s talking to us not him

username okay loverboy be grateful we agreed to share our girl with you

username YOU ARE THE PRETTIEST

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ynusername i love the sea 🤍

charles_leclerc i love you mon ange 🧸❤️

ynusername i miss youuu lovee see youu

username challenge : leave a comment before charles does. status : failed

username is she coming to silverstone this week anyone know??

username idk i saw a fanpage saying she’s on her way there

And it was no surprise to everyone because you were indeed coming to see him this week. You had to miss his podium last week because of your schedule so you came to Silverstone a few days earlier to spend some time with him before the start of the busy weekend.

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And Charles was clingy. He always had been whenever he was with you in private but never in the public. It became to the point that he was known as ‘not a fan of PDA in public’ amongst the fans but he was clingy clingy this time. He always held your hands whenever you went out of the hotel to take a stroll around the area, always had his head on your lap whenever you laid down on the bed and would asked you to scratch on his hair until he fell asleep. You didn’t mind, of course and you didn’t point it out because he was so adorable.

But it became a problem because today is Thursday and it was your everything shower day. It was when you spent hours in the steamy shower where you would exfoliate, moisturise, shave, everything you could think of from head to toe.

You tried to get off the bed and your boyfriend by trying to make it as silent as you can but Charles were woken up and instantly tighten his arms around you. He had his whole body in between your legs, head turned sideways on your stomach and arms locked around your waist. He had found himself in the position while your legs stretched out as you started reading your book. You had your hand automatically started scratching and massaging his scalp as he laid down, which made him fallen asleep almost instantly but it was already 6PM and you needed to take your everything shower now or by the time you delayed it even more, you might finished it by midnight.

“No…where are you going..” Charles groaned and mumbled as he felt you moving.

“Baby, I need to take my shower.”

“Your shower can wait.”

“No, sweetheart. We went out the whole day today and I need to wash my hair. It won’t be that long, I promise.”

After a few a attempts trying to convince your boyfriend, you finally made it to the bathroom and started getting everything done. You weren’t keeping track, no one was keeping track of time during everything shower. By the time you were done, it was almost 9PM. You were in the hotel bathrobe and had you hair in a hair wrap. Your face was moist after you washed it so you thought it was a great idea to record yourself putting on your night skincare routine.

“I’m putting on this serum from Drunk Elephant. It was life changing I remember when—

Charles walked into the bathroom right at the moment like it was the most normal thing to do which startled you off for a second. You thought he was asleep.

“Charles!”

“You promised it wasn’t gonna take long, amour…You left me alone for 3 hours and I missed you.” You didn’t moved from your spot but Charles engulfed your figure from the back and hid his face in your neck, his last few words become a mumble.

“I just need to put on my skincare, okay? My face is still moist so I need to get it done fast.”

“Can I get a kiss?” He lifted his head to peck on your cheek to which you moved you face the next second.

“No, I just put on my serum. Wait until I put on my moisturiser.”

He frowned and hummed in response before dipping his face back in your neck as you continued your skincare. It was kinda hard to move when he kept his arms wrapped tightly around your waist but you were already on the last stage of the routine so you didn’t really mind.

“And last, a moisturiser. The one I’m using is from Beauty of Joseon, it really makes my skin feels really soft to touch the next day.”

“Really? I’ll give it a test.” Charles went from frowning to smirking in triumph as he moved one hand to tilt your head to the side and left a smooch on your check, up to your nose then to your lips.

“Charles! The moisturizer has’t even soaked into my skin!”

#f1 imagines #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine

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multifandomimagines999 · 1 year

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May I get mark sloan x reader please? Like reader has been on call for like three days straight and is super exhausted. And while charting, reader falls asleep standing up and Mark props them up and takes them to an on call room and makes sure they get some rest ? Thank you so much !

Exhaustion, Mark Sloan x reader

Summary: An exhausted reader collapsed and her boyfriend comes to her rescue...then it all makes sense

Warnings: Fluff, Exhaustion, overworking, throwing up

Note: I tweaked it a bit @theichabbieclub but I hope you still like it! I'm just getting back into this.

"You look like crap," commented Alex as we walked down the hallway.

"Oh thanks. I feel like it too," you admitted, "I've been working a double because we're short staffed on the peds floor as you know. So I've been bouncing around non-stop. I'm exhausted."

"And crabby. Clearly you haven't been able to screw your secret boyfriend too."

"Shut it Karev!" you growled, slapping him in the arm, "I am never going to tell you who it is if you keep making comments like that."

"Fine," he grumbled, "I've gotta get to the Nic-U. What have they got you covering today?"

"I've got a marathon surgery with Robbins, Shepherd, and Sloan on a 6 year old girl with a facial tumor."

"Damn that's rad. Good luck."

"Thanks."

You went into the surgery with a clear head, ready to save this little girl's life. We began and about two hours into it, Mark showed up to help work on the facial reconstruction and repair. His portion of the surgery took about three to four hours.

"Alright...I'm done here. She's all yours to finish up with."

"Take my tool," you whispered to Avery, suddenly not feeling well.

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

He took it and then immediately everything went black.

3rd POV

"Dr. (Y/L/N)!" yelled Robbins as her resident's body hit the floor.

"That's why she handed me her tool," Jackson realized.

"Can someone please check on them please?" asked Arizona as she continued working.

"I got it!" Mark announced before rushing over to her side.

Their relationship was still a secret, so he tried his best to hide his romantic concern in the moment. He scooped her up as carried her out of the OR to an empty gurney. He took her to a private room and began examining her.

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You woke up to a flashlight shining in your eyes and a hand on your forehead. As the darkness disappeared, you saw that the flashlight belonged to Mark. You groaned as your head pulsed with pain.

"What happened?" you asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You might want to tell me... You passed out in the OR. I hooked you up to an IV because from the looks of it you're severely dehydrated."

"Mark I-" you were interrupted by a horrible feeling in your gut.

You jerked up, reaching for the bucket before puking. When you were done emptying you stomach, you collapsed back on the bed. You suddenly felt sweaty with hair plastered against your forehead.

"Dr. Sloan, I may know what's wrong?" Karev jogged in, out of breath, "I heard the news about (Y/F/N). Three of the peds kids just came down with the flu. All three kids were your patients that you've been dealing with during this double shift. And with you being so overworked, your immune system was weaker, so combined with the dehydration, you got sick."

"Well shit."

"Looks like I have my diagnoses," Mark replied, and you just glared at him.

"I hate you right now."

"I know."

"Wait a minute?" Karev questioned, stepping in the room and shutting the door, "Sloan's your secret boyfriend?!"

"You tell anybody, I will kill you. You understand me Alex? I will make sure every girl in this hospital knows what a man whore you are and you will never get laid again. Got it?"

"Yeah yeah, calm your panties. I'll let Bailey know you're so sick with the flu that you can't drive and that I asked Dr. Sloan to take care of you since he's already been exposed. Okay?"

"Thank you Alex."

"Yeah whatever."

***

You laid on the couch with Mark, all cuddled up in sweats and his shirt. While you were hot to the touch, you yourself were feeling cold. Your body ached and your head was still throbbing. You rested your head in his lap while he played with your hair soothingly.

"How are you feeling babe?" he asked, looking down at you.

"Like shit," you admitted, making him chuckle.

"Well you still look cute if that makes you feel any better."

"A little."

"Mark please. You shouldn't see me like this. We've only been together for three months."

"(Y/F/N), we slept together before we started dating and on the first date we talked about our deep dark issues. I think it's okay if I see you with the flu. Now let me please be there for you."

"Fair point."

Anytime you felt you were going to be sick, he was there, holding your hair back and assuring you soothingly. Anything he could do to help you, he wanted to.

Mark held your hair back as another round came up. God this was hell. Physical and emotional hell. When he walked out to go grab something, you laid down on the cool tile. He came back in with a water bottle and some crackers along with a smile.

"What? The tile is nice and cold."

He helped pull you up so you were sitting up against the cabinets, "You know you need to drink to re-hydrate. And these crackers might help."

Your hair was a mess as he brushed it out and sat beside you. He rubbed your back lovingly until your eyes felt heavy and all you wanted to do was sleep.

"Alright. Lets get you to bed," he spoke, sweeping you into his arms.

He placed you into bed and disappeared before coming back with a fresh garbage can. After placing it beside the bed, he climbed in next to you.

"Mark, you don't have to stay with me. You could get sick and-"

"I'm not leaving unless you need me to get something."

"What about work?"

"I'll call in. You're more important."

A smile crossed your face as you rolled over, resting your head on his chest. His arm snaked around you, one around your waist and the other stroked your hair. Finally, you were feeling a little bit better.

"Try to sleep. I'll still be here."

"Thank you," you mumbled sleepily, "I love you."

"I love you too."

#greys anatomy x reader #mark sloan #mark sloan x reader #mark sloan fluff #greys anatomy imagines

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jeanette-luminia · 11 months

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𝐈 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-) || 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

Summary: He doesn't know about love. He gets these weird feelings whenever you're around him. And seeing you with Nanami together irks him. So, he went to his trusted friend, Shoko to see what's sickness he have gotten from you.

prompt: "I got a crush on you. And I like you. I like-" call abruptly ends

A/N: I had this idea since last year😭 And now I decided to write it again because of JJK season two! I don't know if I'm gonna write regularly. I'll throw some poems here and there, some blurbs. Since it's summer, maybe I'll write more.

Gojo wasn’t the type of person to be vulnerable. He does not like intimacy. He does not like the idea of being in a relationship, especially with his status in the Jujutsu world. He has a gift. A gift that can also bring a curse onto his life. He was the strongest out of everyone. No one can touch him. No one can hurt him.

Or so he thought. Gojo doesn’t understand this feeling—and it infuriates him. It was like punching him in the guts. He doesn’t understand the sudden heat that always appears on his face. The feeling like you’re gonna get a heart attack. When you feel your legs give out. He doesn’t understand anything; he wants to—but he’s afraid to come to you.

Because you were the cause of it. You.

You were a year older than him—the only second year in Jujutsu tech at that time when he was a first year. The first thing he noticed about you was your face. Your face is almost like silk, stern yet radiates kindness—warmth. It glows under the sun and moonlight. Then, you’re elegant. You walk elegantly, act elegantly, and talk elegantly; everything about you is elegant. It frustrates him. He cannot come up with a single word to describe you poorly, to tease you with, because in his six eyes—you were already perfect.

You seemingly have been oblivious to the special treatment he gives you, yet others noticed. He wasn’t as annoying as he was with others. He didn’t show off that he was the strongest out of everyone. He wasn’t that egotistical, cocky bastard that everyone knew he was. To you? He was willing to behave.

But he couldn’t hold back these feelings anymore. Seeing you with Nanami together, talking or laughing, he feels his heart fall into the bottom pit of his stomach. Every part of his body burns from this pain he hasn’t yet familiarized himself with. But who was he to interfere? Why was he feeling like this? Maybe he’s sick? He should go to Shoko asap.

“Shoko! Help me!” he burst to open her door as flopped himself into her bed and rolled around with his hand covering his face.

“Can’t you knock?” she gave him an exasperated sigh.

He sits up, holding himself together as his hands are on his thigh, fisted like a ball. “Listen! I might be sick, and I know who caused it.”

She raised a brow. “Oh really? Who is it?” she said as she proceeds to drink from her cup.

“Y/N-Senpai.”

That effectively made Shoko spit all her drink onto the floor. “God damn it, Gojo!”

“What!?”

“Are you serious?”

“Well… yeah. I can’t think of anything.” his body deflated, back hunched back, and he had that annoying pout on his lips.

She sighed, fighting back the urge to smack him in the head for being this oblivious. She grabbed a table napkin and decided to listen to him. “Why do you think so?”

“Whenever I look at her, or when she’s near, it’s like someone is punching my gut. And I always feel like I’m having a heart attack! That’s serious, right? And I feel like my knees will give up on me!” He emphasized every word for her to understand what he was saying—and feeling. “And get this, I saw her and Nanami together, and I felt like my heart dropped! And my body– hey! Listen to me, Shoko! This is serious!” He pouted as he had to watch her laugh hysterically, gripping her stomach.

“I might die from this illness! You don’t wanna see your friend die!”

“God, how can you be so oblivious?” She wiped her tears from laughing. “Wait– you know what I’m talking about! Tell me what’s the problem!”

“The problem is that you’re in love. If you’ll consider it a problem.”

In love. Was he… in love? With you? No, no, no. He was not. He is not in love with you. “Think about it; you felt something when she’s together with Nanami, right?” Shoko asked.

Gojo only then nodded his head. “You were jealous. It took you long enough to notice. Everyone practically knew about it.”

“Ha?!”

No, no way he was in love with you. After that interaction with that witch (Shoko), he unconsciously began to ignore you. Your greetings were returned as empty hello’s. Occasional ‘How are you’ was thrown at the conversation but never lasted more than two minutes. He was gathering his thoughts—but being away from you hurts like hell. It hurts more than seeing you and Nanami together. It hurts more than being around you.

He wants to be around you. Forever.

It was late at night, lights all off, yet he was awake. He was contemplating whether he should call you or just sleep with this feeling. He buried his head in his pillow and sighed as he held out his phone. Then, a caller ID appeared. He jumped at the sudden interruption of his peaceful time, looking up to see who called and—

It’s you. Okay, okay, okay. Do not fuck this up, Gojo Satoru.

He picked up. “Hello?”

“Gojo! Oh good, you’re awake– or did I wake you up?”

“No, no, you’re good. What’s up?” He could feel his palm beginning to sweat, his heart beating like crazy.

“Um. Did I do something?”

His eyes widen at the question, and he then realizes wow distance he has been. Shit. I’m fucked. “N-no! What made you say that?”

“You’ve just been distant. I don’t know.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry; it’s my fault.”

“Mhmm, You probably have something going on. I’m sorry for assuming.” he can practically hear your thoughts running wild.

“Other than that, why are you still awake?” this effectively made you pause. The line was silent for a moment. It’s now or never. He hears your breathing in the other line, patiently waiting for an answer. “Gojo.”

“...Yeah?”

“I got a crush on you.” Wait. What?

“And I like you. I like–” Suddenly, the line was cut off. He quickly checked his phone, only to realize his phone shut down. “No, no, no, no!” Damn it! He forgot to charge it! He quickly grabbed his charger and rushed to the nearest outlet around him. Fuck! He was cut off in the middle of your talking—

Wait. he thinks for a moment. On the other end of the line, it’ll look like he just hung up on her. No! That’s not what happened. He bolted out of his dorm and made his way to yours. In the dead of night, he rushed through your dorm building as fast as he could. Gojo could have teleported, but he didn’t want to invade your privacy by appearing all of a sudden. And, he didn’t think of it in the state of panic he was in.

Finally, he managed to burst into your dorm, panting. He noticed the phone with his contact was displayed on your phone. He also noticed your surprised look as you whipped your head towards him with tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry! The line suddenly cut off; my phone died!” he heard your sniffles, and he was convinced that you weren’t convinced.

“I know that’s stupid, but it’s true! Believe me, Y/N.” he looked at you intensely. Your eyes bore into his. Without his glasses, you can see how blue it is in this dark room of yours. You wiped your tears and tear your gaze away from him and focus on your lap.

“What’s your answer?”

“What?”

“I said that I like you. What is your answer?” you looked away. Even in the dark room, he noticed a pink hue on your ear. He walked closer to your bed, kneeling beside you. He takes you by the hand. “Can you look at me?”

Hesitantly, you looked at him. He was flustered and a blushing mess.

“I like you too. More than you know. I hate seeing you together with Nanami. I want to be the only person who can make you smile and laugh genuinely. I want to be the only person for you. I want to be the person who you can call at three in the morning when something happened. Let me be the person who can lend you a blazer when you are cold. Lend you a shoulder to cry on. Lend you help with it’s too much.”

Tears start to pick up from the corner of your eyes again. Gojo’s hands were shaking as he wiped the tears from your eyes. “I will become stronger in order for me to protect you. I like you too, Y/N. I have for a while.”

You let your tears flow as you smiled. Smiled turned into giggles as you wiped your tears. “I’ve never heard confession like that.”

He then whipped his head away from you. “S-so what!”

“Satoru.”

He perked up hearing his first name being called between your lips.

“I like you.” you smiled, ruffling his hair before moving away from his bangs and kissing his forehead. Gojo just plopped himself onto your thigh, too flustered to meet your eyes right now. “Finally.”

You just giggled at his childlike antics. Brushing your fingertips onto his hair, massaging his scalp in the process. “I’m happy.”

He smiled, meeting your gaze. His smile was genuine, the one you love. “Me too.”

He’s happy, he finally got her.

“But Satoru…” Gojo only hummed, content with what he got right now.

“Kento is my cousin.” What. WHAT?

#☕: writes #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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wol-fica · 11 months

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Brom. I just had the perfect idea for a oneshot but idk how to write it so I'm gonna ask you 💪

Ok, so Jenna x gp reader where she recorded us having sex one time and she was showing someone some pictures on her phone and she accidentally scrolled to that video 😭

gotchu bby @deep-fried-egg (ik this is old don’t remind me)

“And that is when Aliyah slipped face first into mud.” Jenna chuckled, showing the photo to her older sister.

“Damn I wish I could’ve gone hiking with you two, looks like you had a lot of fun.” Mya said, smiling at the photos her younger sister kept showing her.

“We would’ve been so chaotic.” Jenna replied, her mind wandering back to when she went on that trip with her younger sister.

While lost in thought, she completely forgot she was scrolling for more photos and accidentally stopped a few seconds too long on a video no one should have ever seen.

Jenna wasn’t one for watching porn or anything of the sort, but she won’t lie saying she doesn’t get horny missing you when she is across the country. So, she sat down with you and asked if she could take a few videos to keep her awake and alive whenever she is filming far away from home.

This was one of those videos, what you liked to label as a sex tape. Jenna were on her back, her hands handcuffed to the headboard behind her. With her arms up, her chest was on full display, breasts bouncing beautifully to each thrust from your hips. Farther down on the screen, her legs were spread wide open with you in between, your cock buried in her soft heat while you fucked her and stretched her thoroughly.

Jenna remembered that time like it was yesterday, because it was. After her day trip with Aliyah, she was exceedingly desperate for you, hence why she came home and asked you to film another video for her folder labeled away-from-home-collection. She remembered how you handled her, rough and straight to the chase when she politely asked you to rail her.

The video played for only 3 seconds, but that was enough for one to see the way your cock slid back and forth easily through Jenna’s cunt. How her abdomen muscles tensed when she came, and how your dick got covered with a new layer of her cum. One could also see how Jenna was being practically manhandled, her wrists cuffed, her legs forced open by you while you pounded into her. What a sight to see.

“Oh my god!” Jenna almost yelled, pressing her phone to her chest.

Mya looked aghast, eyes wide with disbelief while her stare followed the phone. The audio was still playing from the video, Jenna’s moans filling the now quiet kitchen. Jenna quickly shut her phone off, staring straight ahead in pure embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, clutching her phone like it was a bomb.

Silence.

Then a wolf whistle from her right.

Jenna snapped her head to her younger sister, gawking when she saw how she was laughing.

“Oooo Wee! I didn’t know you and Y/N filmed porn!” Aliyah yelled, cackling while clutching her stomach, “Is that your new genre? Can’t get enough of horror?”

“Aliyah.” Jenna said through her teeth, face flushed red.

“Maybe she had to take a step up from X.” Mya said from her left, causing Jenna to now look at her with the same gawked expression.

“Who’s the church mouse turned bad girl now?” Aliyah joked, laughing and slapping her knee at the reference.

“Good one Ali.” Mya quipped, sipping her drink daintily, “You already know Jenna has more of those vidoes.”

“Guys!” Jenna cried out, letting her head fall into her hands, “This is so embarrassing.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about ReeRee.” Aliyah said, wiping tears from her eyes, “I’m sure Y/N is great in bed anyways.”

“You should’ve seen how big she is. Jenna is lucky.” Mya mumbled loudly enough for both girls to hear.

“Mya!” Jenna shouted, throwing her hands up in exasperation, “Cmon!”

“Don’t get mad at us, you pulled up the video.” The oldest sister said, smiling behind her wine glass.

“Bet it was in the away-from-home folder.” Aliyah snorted, giggling like a school girl.

Jenna groaned into her hands, a small smile on her face from her sisters laughter filling the room.

“I’m never going to show you anything on my phone again.” She said, stuffing it safely into her pocket.

What a story it will be to tell you when she gets home.

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digitaldiarystuff · 4 months

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Disappointed

hi guyss (shy emoji) hope you missed me because i missed you! it looks like ruben is going for the win so enjoy 💖

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pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

summary: Ruben recently ended things with you claiming he’s not ready for a relationship and as much as it hurt, you accepted but everything changed after a photo of him was leaked at the airport

genre: angst

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‘Love Island star Arabella Chi and Man. City’s Dias appear to confirm romance’ you read The Sun’s story with a blank expression. But unfortunately your emotionless wasn’t because you didn’t care about the news, it was because of the shock you were feeling.

“Oh fuck no. He’s got to be joking!” you heard Julie, your work bestie say after she saw the title. She rolled her chair next to yours and examined your face to see a reaction but you were still glued to the screen with no visible emotion.

“Y/N, babe, are you okay?” she asked concerned.

Your head was pounding to the point you had to place your hands on the sides of your head to try to make it go away but nothing worked.

“I- I need a cigarette.” you mumbled, more to yourself reaching for your bag. You were trying your hardest to quit but in a situation like this, you couldn’t care less.

Julie warily watched your state wondering if she should come with or let you be and decided to stay at the desk giving you space. You stepped on the balcony of your workplace to calm yourself.

The news about Ruben and a reality star going on a romantic getaway was too much for you. You reached into your bag to find your pack with slightly shaky hands and lit the cigarette between your lips. Ruben hated that you smoked, he always tried to convince you to replace your bad habit with a good one but no amount of smoking would hurt you as much as seeing him go public with someone else a week later you broke off contact.

As wrecked as you were, you had to go back into the office eventually. You couldn’t just leave or stay on the balcony for hours without your supervisor noticing and you certainly didn’t feel like getting scolded at today. You begrudgingly went back in and quickly ran to the bathroom, the only upside of all of this mess was that you weren’t crying. Your body froze to the point that your tears wouldn’t fall.

When you returned to the desk, you saw Julie already closed the tab which you were thankful for. Everyone around you gave you worried looks but you couldn’t even notice. Surprisingly, you buried yourself into work for the rest of the day and didn’t leave your desk once, it was now time to clock out.

“Let’s get something to eat, you haven’t eaten all day.” Julie suggested.

“I appreciate your concern but I think I’m just going to go home now Jules.” you said but she was giving you the sad puppy eyes. “I’m okay, you don’t have to worry.”

“But”

“But nothing, have a great night.” you smiled and went to your way. As soon as you stepped foot into your home you were greeted by your puppy, Yoda. You kneeled down to pet her and just then the waterworks began running. You started sobbing and barely made it to the couch to gain some balance, feeling at home made you miss him so much more. Just weeks ago you were sitting on the same couch with Ruben just enjoying a date night and now here you were not even being able to get time off work to drown in your sorrow while he was at Paris with another woman. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach and ran to the bathroom.

After some time, you grabbed a cup of water and sat with Yoda with dried tear stains on your face. Everything in you told you not to, but you couldn’t help yourself and started reading the news and tiktoks made about the leaked pictures. The gossip pages claimed Ruben reached out to her through instagram and they started dating, no one knew for how long they’ve been together but you knew it had to start before you broke up, if you can call it that.

You were adamant from the start, you didn’t do friends with benefits or fuckbuddies. If you were going to be with someone, you would want stability. It didn’t have to be labeled but it had to be exclusive, so naturally, when you met Ruben you were hesitant. You heard about the footballer’s lifestyle but it had been him who tried pursuing you, sent you flowers everyday, shown up at the places you were at and tried to make you give him a shot and you did. You stupidly fell for it.

Everything was going great, you were falling more and more everyday and he appeared the same so you tried talking about your feelings, the first time he shut down completely. You figured this must be hard for him and backed off. The second time, you started arguing because he wasn’t giving you the answers you needed and dodged them but the last time both of you snapped. It was vicious, you were shouting at each other. He claimed you were smothering him and being controlling and you accused him of using you and being dismissive. The night ended with you slamming the door and exiting his house, leaving the key he gave you for emergencies on the console.

And a week after that, he was seen with someone and didn’t feel like he was hiding at all while he’d keep you behind closed doors throughout the months you’ve spent together.

A week had passed since that day and you were doing better. You still felt the emptiness and sudden rushes of emotion but you composed yourself and still went to work. You also stopped checking socials for any news because you couldn’t read one more thing about their romance but today was a hard day to escape Ruben. It was Man City match day so everyone was wearing their blue shirts and scarfs while you tried to get past people to run errands. You also saw his face on a giant ad on the side of a building but quickly moved past.

While out, you also got 2 bottles of red wine because you wanted to drink a little to feel better but a little quickly turned more and more. Currently you were sitting on your fluffly beige rug leaning your back against your couch. You shook the first bottle in your hand trying to see if there’s any wine in it, there wasn’t. Groaning, you picked up the remote and opened the tv and the first thing you saw was that City had won. You cursed Ruben for getting everything right, but not you.

Before your mind can comprehend what you’re doing, you opened your texting app and sent him a message. Your eyes were watery and vision blurry but you didn’t care, you were beyond angry. Soon you were dozing off slowly with your head on the sofa cushions but were woken with the voice of keys coming from your front door. You froze for a second looking for a sharp object to protect yourself from a possible break in and picked up the empty wine bottle and stood up. Your heart was beating so fast as you approached the door, fully expecting a burglar in front of you but instead, it was Ruben standing there with your keys in his hands.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa” he said flinching.

“Ruben?” you said incredibly confused and slightly relieved. “What are you doing here?”

“I- um, you sent me a text and it was really weird I just wanted to check up on you.” he said.

“And you had to do it with my keys, couldn’t you just knock?” you angrily asked. You were convinced someone was here to hurt you.

“I’m sorry, I just, didn’t know if you’d open the door if you knew it was me.” you sighed loudly thinking it’s probably right.

“I’m sorry are you still planning to hit me?” he asked.

“Why?” you asked confused.

“You still have the bottle ready to be smashed on my head.” he pointed at it and you only now realized you never lowered your hand, still holding it up.

“Oh” you just said and placed the bottle on the counter.

You both stood there for a while not saying anything.

“So, how are you?”

You looked up at him, trying to decide whether to fight or not. Maybe it was the wine in you but you just didn’t have the energy to argue, you were hurt beyond repair but fighting meant getting into it and you couldn’t.

“I’m alright.” you said after a while. “How about you?”

“I’m also alright, thank you.”

“Look Ruben-

“Y/N I think we-

You both spoke at the same time.

“You go.” he politely said.

“Ruben thank you for checking on me but I was very drunk I mean I don’t even know what I wrote. Don’t worry I’m okay.” you said calmly. You couldn’t understand how you’re this calm but maybe this was your acceptance phase.

“I mean, to be honest, I also don’t know what you wrote.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

He pulled out his phone and started reading the text out loud.

“Rubem I habe everythong I wish I was necer yor wagfln. I think it’s Ruben I hate everything I wish I was never your waffle but don’t ask me what waffle means because no idea.”

You started laughing without realizing this is the first time you genuinely laughed this whole week. He joined and you sat on your bar stools trying to decipher your text.”

“No I think it’s ‘you’re wagging’

“Why would you tell me I’m wagging? Was I wagging on the field today?” he asked faking being offended.

“Maybe you were, that’s what the drunk lady thought.”

You sat there laughing uncontrollably at your stupidity for a while when suddenly you felt thirsty.

“You want some wine?” you asked him.

“You know I shouldn’t.” he said but it was obvious he’d love some wine.

“That never stopped you.” you didn’t mean it like a jab but it still sounded like it.

You felt the air shift but didn’t want that, even if this was wrong it felt so in place and right that you didn’t want to end up in a fight. You were feeling like yourself again and as pathetic as it sounds, hoped he wouldn’t leave.

You poured two glasses of wine and started talking about anything and everything, you told him about your supervisor getting on your nerves and he filled you in about Kyle Walker’s situation but the topic never came to you and you hoped it wouldn’t. After some more glasses you were back to being drunker than drunk and Ruben was full on tipsy. He never admitted to it but you knew he was lightweight.

“Omg it’s 3 am I have to be at work in exactly 6 hours.” you winced thinking about the hangover you’ll feel tomorrow.

When Ruben didn’t respond, you looked up at him and found him already looking at you with an intense gaze.

“What?” you asked. “Is there something on my face?”

He just smiled and leaned in. You should back off, you should back off, you should back off your logical side tried to reming you but your body had other thoughts. You leaned in so much that your noses were touching now.

“Ruben” you whispered as a last attempt to stop yourself and him because you knew the moment his lips were on yours it was game over. It always was, your sexual tension was always there but he didn’t stop, instead crashed his lips into yours for a hungry kiss. It was a messy kiss full of unspoken feelings. Everything you couldn’t tell each other was a part of it but you couldn’t stop. You mentally tried but it was a lost battle, your body acted before you could think and you placed your hands in his hair meanwhile he held you by your waist and walked you to your bedroom without breaking the kiss.

You stopped kissing him when the backs of your legs hit the bed.

“Ruben we shouldn’t.” you pleaded once more but weren’t strong enough to protest for long. His eyes turned darker with every passing second and were boring into your soul. Every part of you wanted him, needed him and you knew he felt the same.

“I’ve missed you so much querida.” he mumbled and took his shirt off while sitting you down. You couldn’t help but stare, he was so beautiful and you were getting wetter by the second but he hadn’t even touched you.

This time you took the leap and pulled him onto the bed, once he was on you straddled him and started running your lips on his collarbone and the back of his ear. Your logic was already out of the window and you were left with your undeniable desire for Ruben. He was letting out some quiet moans and you couldn’t believe a man could sound so angelic.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of your alarm with a horrible headache, every part of your body was sore and you felt even more restless than the night before. You swung the duvet off your body but stopped when you felt someone next to you. You froze when you realized what happened last night and saw Ruben peacefully sleeping in the bed with you. Your memory started coming back in bits and pieces and you mentally face palmed yourself for letting this happen. He was in a relationship and you shouldn’t have done this, you were feeling horrible and your stomach dropped. You quickly gathered your clothes and hopped in and out of the shower.

After you got ready in the bathroom you slowly walked in your bedroom, a part of you was expecting him to be gone but the other part wanted him there forever. You were conflicted and still had to go to work quickly. You thought about waking him up but were afraid to confront Ruben so you slowly took your bag and exited your home leaving him in there.

You didn’t think you could feel worse than yesterday but turns out, everything is possible.

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thisss turned out so different than what i had in mind but i love ittt! as always any feedback is appreciated take care loves💕💕

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year

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Drabble/One shot request!

I read it and instantly saw this as Frankie smut scenario…

“you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break”.

Frankie’s first time with a new lady friend. He really likes her, so he’s being softer than usual, gentle. She really likes him too but can tell there’s a darker side to him under the surface and she wants to test the waters…

ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN SITTING ON THIS... I love this request so thank you so much for sending it in! I hope you like it and that I did your idea justice.

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Word Count | 2.3K

Warnings | Unprotected PiV sex, fingering, spanking and biting but nothing else I can think of apart from puppy dog Frankie.

ENJOY ALL.

Frankie was nervous, there was no beating around the bush with that one. He’d changed his shirt twice and had needed to comb his hair more times than he’d care to admit because he couldn’t stop fussing with it. Never had this problem wearing a hat, but Benny had told him that if he’d turned up to your house wearing a baseball cap it would be lights out for his chances with you.

He was early, so he’d been sat in his truck a few doors down so you hadn’t noticed he was early, glancing at his watch, willing the time to move faster so he could knock on your door and see you again.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d liked someone as much as you. He’d seen you at the bar and if it hadn’t been for Benny and his insistence that he walk up and ask for your number he wouldn’t be here. You’d been casually dating for a few months; he would take you out on walks and he knew he’d fallen for you when he’d taken you to the diner in town after a heavy night of drinking with his friends and watched you demolish a bacon cheeseburger and a peanut butter milkshake without worrying about what he would think of the sauce on your face.

You’d invited him to your place for the first time, coaxing him with the promise of dinner and cold beer, he’d seen in your eyes that there was promise of something else too which was the reason he was so nervous. He couldn’t remember that last time he’d touched a woman, at least not one he liked as much as you.

He rang the bell at 6:58, thinking that was as close to 7pm that he could be before he talked himself out of it. You opened the door with an apron wrapped around your body, covered in all sorts of ingredients, he could make out flour, tomato and what looked like gravy spattered amongst other things he couldn’t place.

“Hello.” You were breathless and your hair was falling out of the low bun at the back of your head to frame your face.

“Hello,” Frankie replied, dipping to press a kiss to your lips as casually as he could muster, “You’ve got a little something right here.” He reached out and dragged his thumb across your cheek, pulling his fingers to your eyeline to show you the flour he’d wiped off.

“If that’s all that’s on my face I’ve done a good job, you should see the state of the kitchen,” You laughed, moving to let him into your home, “It looks like a literal bombsite so I apologise.”

“No need to apologise when it smells so good,” He countered, mouth already watering at the smells that were emanating from the kitchen, “What did you make?”

“Lasagna,” You grinned, “And apple pie for dessert.”

He let out a groan, letting his stomach do the talking for him, “You have no idea how good this sounds.” “Sit down then, it’s almost ready.”

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Dinner was long forgotten, leftovers packaged up and put away with the dishes and pans soaking in the sink. You had a glass of wine in hand and were lounging on the couch, legs draped across Frankie’s lap as he sipped on a beer, absentmindedly running his fingers along the skin of your legs, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.

“Are you cold?” He asked, turning to you.

“No,” You smirked, “Just excited.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks back, raising an eyebrow right back at you, “What do you have to be excited about?”

You giggled, “I’ve just been sat here thinking about how badly I want you to kiss me.”

“Well then…” He trailed off, setting his beer on the coffee table as you did the same, settling back into your lounging position.

He moved swiftly, settling himself between your legs before he crashed his lips to yours. You’d kissed this man many times before, the first time after he’d bought you a few drinks at the bar and then later that night when he’d driven you home and pressed you up against your front door. Then there was the time on the beach after your second date where you’d ended up rolling in the sand together for what felt like hours. This time though there was something different, the heat of knowing what was coming was settling in your bones just as much as it was in Frankie’s, and it was thrilling.

The man was kissing you like he was starved, flicking his tongue into your mouth to entwine with your own and you could taste the beer on his mouth, mixed with the gum he’d popped after dinner along with someone else that was only him. It was intoxicating and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down flush with your body whilst grinding your hips up into him.

He dragged his lips from yours and worked them down over your jaw, peppering your skin with barely-there brushes of his mouth. His tongue would lick at the spot on your neck where he would suck gently, you found yourself silently begging he would do it harder so to mark you. You wanted everyone to know you belonged to this man, but his kisses remained feather light as he dragged them further down to your collarbones as his hands ran up the bare skin of your side under your shirt.

“Frankie,” You mumbled, “Take me to bed.”

He pulled back, sitting back on his knees to look at you. His skin was flushed in much the same way you thought yours was, heat prickling over his face and his hair was sticking up in curls where you’d run your hands through it.

“Up the stairs, first door on the left.”

He stood, scooping you up, one arm under your knees and the other wrapped around the small of your back as your wrapped securely around his neck to keep you upright. He followed your directions and within moments you were led on your back on your bed with him settled right back between your thighs with his lips on yours.

Frankie’s hands worked up your shirt and you sat up lightly to let him drag it off your body, reveling in the way he stared at you when you led back down like someone viewing the most beautiful piece of art they’d ever seen.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He mumbled from his lips as they dragged a path down your neck, peppering kisses along the swell of your breast where your bra was sat.

He slowly dragged the straps down before expertly moving his hands behind your back to undo it and throw it to the floor. His lips were around your nipple before you knew what was happening, eliciting a groan from your mouth and his hand gave attention to the other. He swapped over a few times, which his mouths attention with his hands before he was trailing his mouth down your stomach to the waistband of your skirt. He dragged it off with his hands, stopping to shed himself of his own upper layers before settling his body on the bed next to you.

His arm slipped under your head to prop himself up over you, the other hand heading straight for the lace covering your pussy, which by this time was screaming for its own attention. He placed a kiss to your lips as his fingers ghosted across your panties, pulling away for you to see the dark heat in his eyes as he realized they were wet. So, there was something else underneath the gentle kisses, you thought to yourself as you winked at him.

“See how worked up you get me?” You breathed, letting your hand fall to his jeans where it was clear this was working him up just as much as you.

“Hermosa,” He groaned as you rubbed him through his jeans, “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

You pulled him back to your mouth to kiss him, opening your mouth up to him as he licked into your mouth, all whilst dipping his hand under your panties. The touch of his fingers on your clit, even if was momentary, was electric. Your hips bucked up into his hand as your mouth left his in favour of a moan. His fingers travelled down to your slick entrance, gathering the wetness that was pooling and then dragging it back up to your clit where he began rubbing gentle circles around it.

You thought you were going to fall apart immediately, especially when his lips began pressing behind your ear, his groans of approval at your arousal sending shockwaves down your spine and making goosebumps appear on your skin.

“Frankie please,” You moaned, “I need you inside of me.”

You could feel his smirk against your skin as he moved back between your thighs, making a show of unzipping his jeans and taking them off and then he was there in front of you in all his glory. Scars from his time in the forces scattered his body and the softness of his older age was apparent around his middle, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to make you his. He gently moved your panties down your legs, throwing them into the pile on the floor before spreading your legs, using one of his hands to jerk his own cock as his other went back to rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb.

“You ready for me, querida?” He asked, moving slightly to line his cock to your weeping pussy.

“Please,” You begged, “I have never wanted something so much in all my time.”

He smiled, settling one hand on the bed next to your head as the other helped his cock to slip inside of you. The stretch of your pussy was delightful, you’d never had someone this big before, but the wetness seeping from you made it easy for him to slip all the way inside. The look of ecstasy on his face was enough to make your tummy flutter. You were doing that to him.

He started thrusting into you, his movements slow and gentle but you wanted more, and you knew he could give you more. You let him continue like this for a moment, your hands squeezing the muscles of his biceps as he moved into you slowly.

“Frankie,” You moaned, his eyes snapping up from looking at his cock slipping inside you to look you in the eye, “You don’t have to be gentle; I won’t break.”

It was like something snapped inside of him at your words. His chest was heaving and that darkness that had flashed in his eyes earlier was back, along with a grin across his lips. Like you weight nothing at all, you were flipped onto your front, his hands pulling you back towards him by your hips. He was back inside you in seconds and the change of position was perfection.

He was fucking into you now, the slow and gentle thrusts from earlier were gone, instead replaced by a bruising pace of his hips snapping against your ass. You let out a surprised squeal when one of his hands came down and spanked you.

“You liked that didn’t you?” He asked, his words coming out breathlessly, “Felt your pussy clench around me, hermosa.”

“Do it again.” You ordered, slipping one of your hands between your legs to finger at your own clit.

He did it again, bringing his hand down to your other cheek before using his fingers to massage the spot, god you hoped you bruised in the morning.

“I’m not… I can’t… fuck, querida I’m close.” He admitted.

“Lean over me,” You asked, “Put your skin on me and bite my neck, Frankie.”

Like the diligent lover he had proved himself to be he did what you asked, laying his front over your back whilst still managing to keep his cock buried inside you, slipping in and out with that delicious friction you knew you would be addicted to from this day forward. He latched his mouth on your neck, sucking hard and the pain, the feeling of his breath on your skin, his cock pumping in and out of you and your fingers rubbing at your clit all came together at once to release the white heat of your climax. You were crying out his name and clenching your pussy around him and he was licking at the mark he’d left on your neck.

“Fucking hell,” He breathed into your ear, “Querida I’m going to cum, where do you want me?” He asked with a sense of urgency.

“Fuck Frankie,” You cried out, “Inside me please, god I need to feel you cum inside me.”

Within seconds he was doing just that, stilling himself as his spilled his seed deep into your pussy with a groan of your name into your ear. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he pulled out of you, the last bit of support keeping you upright was gone, allowing you to collapse face first into the mattress. He collapsed next to you, pulling you into his body, the two of you slick with sweat but without a care in the world.

“I have to get up and clean myself.” You mumbled into his chest.

“In a minute, let me have this moment for now.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck, “If I get a UTI it’s entirely your fault, Morales.”

He chuckled back but made no effort to let you go, “Was that… okay?” He asked quietly, his fingers running light circles over the skin of your shoulder.

You looked up at him, using one of your hands to pull his face to your lips to kiss him, “Frankie, it was the best I’ve ever had.” You replied honestly.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“You didn’t hurt me, besides, if you did, I asked for it,” You planted another soft kiss to his lips, “You could never hurt me.”

#Frankie Morales #frankie catfish morales #francisco morales #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #Pedro pascal #Frankie Morales smut #Frankie Morales fic #Frankie Morales fan fic #Frankie Morales x you #Frankie Morales x reader #Frankie Morales x female reader #frankie morales x f!reader #panda writes promps #FM drabble

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hyperfixatedonthisnow · 1 year

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You Belong to Me

*Not my GIF

This is the first thing I’ve written in years but Shadow and Bone (and particularly Nikolai Lantsov!) is my new hyperfixation and I had the urge to write something, so here we are. Based on the prompt: “Mine.” “Say it again.” which I got from tumblr forever ago.

Summary: Reader is in an established relationship with Nikolai and they get jealous seeing someone else flirting with him so they decide to remind him who he belongs to. Turns out the King finds jealous/possessive reader a turn on, who would have guessed?

Word count: 2K

Warnings: NSFW - 18+ only. A tiny hint of a plot but really it’s just smut, hand job, jealousy/possessiveness, slight praise kink if you squint, reader can be any gender you like, I’ve left it deliberately vague for your reading pleasure :)

The grand ballroom was so full that you could barely move an inch without bumping into a visiting noble, courtier or ambassador of some sort. Musicians were playing at one end of the room and waiters flitted about with trays of champagne.

You scanned the crowd in an effort to locate the King. Your eyes found him finally near of the centre of the room, surrounded by young ladies and you sighed, because of course he was. You had only left Nikolai’s side for a few minutes, but that was all it took for the vultures to descend. You supposed you couldn’t really blame them, he was gorgeous. Intelligent and charming too. Wherever he went, people were drawn to him like moths to the proverbial flame. Your relationship with the King had started many years before, when he was just a wayward second son with little hope of ever inheriting the throne and though his circumstances had now changed, your love for each other remained stronger than ever. Nikolai could be a bit of a flirt, but you trusted him implicitly. You knew without a doubt that anyone trying to tempt him would fail. He would be going home with you, still that didn’t stop the surge of jealousy that burned uncomfortably in your stomach as you made your way across the room to join the group. Nikolai’s eyes lit up as he saw you approach and he reached for you immediately, wrapping his arm around your waist without even the slightest hint of hesitation. You watched with a perverse sense of satisfaction as obvious disappointment flitted over the faces of his companions and several of the ladies politely excused themselves, quickly losing interest now they knew for certain that the King was taken. The last young lady however, was not so easily deterred. She looked you up and down with barely concealed distaste as Nikolai made the formal introductions and then finally she offered you a saccharine smile - entirely for his benefit you assumed, since it was obvious that it pained her to do so. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said, smiling brightly. You would be nice if it killed you. It would only cause problems for Nikolai if you went around being rude to his guests, regardless of wether they deserved it or not. The other woman made no response, already turning her attention back to the King as if you hadn’t even spoken. Apparently she didn’t share your concerns about rudeness. Nikolai cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence, “Miss Antonova was just telling me about her home in Kerch.” “Oh yes,” Miss Antonova exclaimed, twirling a lock of her dark hair around her finger, “As I was saying, you must come for a visit, your highness. I know my father would be honored to host you.” “What a generous offer,” Nikolai smiled, “perhaps we may take you up on it someday.” The young woman beamed at him, pleased with his response. “We could make it one of the stops on our honeymoon,” you suggested, just to watch her face fall. “Absolutely not. I should not consider our honeymoon a success if we are to be fit for company at any point,” Nikolai grinned impishly and you shook your head fondly, a blush spreading across your cheeks at the implication. You could feel Miss Antonova glaring daggers at you. “Well, perhaps you could make the trip to Kerch on your own instead, moi tsar,” she simpered, batting her eyelashes at him, “I would be happy to volunteer as your personal guide.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "I bet you would,” you muttered quietly under your breath, though not quietly enough if Nikolai’s sudden coughing fit was any indicator. Miss Antinova moved closer to him, her face creased in concern, “Goodness, are you alright?” She asked, laying a hand on his arm. You glared at her, touching the King was in no way appropriate. Nikolai gave you a look, shaking his head minutely - a gesture you knew to mean leave it alone. So you bit your tongue even though you wanted to tell her off. “Yes, I’m quite well,” Nikolai assured her once he had recovered, “My apologies.” Despite his reassurance, and the heat of your still disapproving glare, she did not move away or remove her hand. Instead, she moved further into his personal space, close enough to be considered indecent in your opinion. Her delicate hand curled around his clothed bicep. You struggled to fix a polite smile on your face when in your head you were fantasizing about breaking her fingers one by one. “Oh my, you have very strong arms,” she gushed and this time you did roll your eyes. For Saints sake. Nikolai met your gaze over the top of her head and you saw amusement dancing in his eyes. “I work out from time to time,” he told her with a wink, “It’s important to keep my army training up to date.” Miss Antonova giggled girlishly, as if he had said something ridiculously funny, and you decided that was quite enough. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to excuse us,” you stated bluntly, “the King has an urgent, private matter to attend to immediately.” Rather than wait for a response, you turned and firmly grasping Nikolai’s hand, pulled him away and across the crowded room towards the door. Although he could easily have escaped your hold if he had wanted to, Nikolai followed you without complaint, allowing you to lead him out of the ballroom and through the Palace hallways as though he were a boy rather than the King. Entering his chambers you made sure to lock the door behind you and then you stalked towards him, forcing him backwards until his back hit the wall behind him. “Something wrong, my love?” He asked, an amused little smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “The audacity of that woman,” you grumbled, “Mooning and flirting, and touching you! As if I wasn’t standing right there.” “Oh, I don’t know,” he mused, eyes sparkling with affectionate humor, “I thought she was just being friendly.” “Friendly? She was all over you!” you objected. “Maybe a little bit,” he conceded with a slight tilt of his head, his smirk widening. “But you know that I would never accept her advances, or anyone’s for that matter,” he insisted earnestly as he reached out to tuck a loose lock of hair behind your ear, “So what does it matter?” “I didn’t like it, Kolya,” you muttered irritably, yanking at the knot of his cravat in an effort to remove it and almost choking him in the process. “Really?” he chuckled, “I hadn’t noticed.” He batted your hands away so he could loosen the offending item himself, pulling it free of his collar and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as he went. You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s not funny.” He hummed in agreement as he dipped his head to kiss you, slow and sweet, just a soft brush of his lips over yours, but your were in no mood for romance. You nipped at his bottom lip impatiently, licking hot and demanding into his mouth when he opened up to you. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you threaded your fingers through his hair, kissing him hungrily and sucking on his tongue before you surfaced for air. You kissed an open-mouthed line across his jaw and down his throat, pausing to nip and suck at his pulse point. “Ah. Not above the collar,” he reminded you gently. You huffed, pressing yourself tighter against him and wedging a knee between both of his so that your thigh was pressed against his crotch. He was already hard and knowing it was because of you - not her - tempered your jealousy a little. Nosing down into the collar of his shirt to reach the juncture of his shoulder, you sucked a stinging bruise into his skin. His hips bucked in response. You couldn’t help but smile as you admired your handiwork, a surge of possessiveness rolling through you. “Mine,” you murmured as you laved your tongue over the offending mark. Nikolai groaned low in his throat, rutting against you more insistently. “Say it again,” he gasped. His voice was rough with arousal and you lifted your head to regard him, surprised by his reaction. You felt a heady rush of power as you looked him over. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. His lips were shiny and kiss–swollen and his face was flushed, a deep blush spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest. You had barely started and he was already wrecked. “You belong to me,” you purred in his ear, nuzzling at his throat as you reached a hand between you to stroke him through his pants. He made an involuntary keening sound, his eyes slipping closed as he pushed himself into your palm. “No one else gets to touch you like this, do they?” He shook his head frantically, hips straining towards you, desperately seeking more friction. You sighed, feigning disappointment. “I can’t hear you,” you chastised, “Use your words Kolya." “No,” he breathed, “only you.” “That’s right,” you agreed, smiling against his skin.

You rewarded him by freeing him from his pants and he moaned as you used the precum that had gathered at the head of his cock to slick your palm. He laid his forehead against yours, opening his eyes so that he could follow the movement of your hand as you jerked him in a firm, fast rhythm until he was panting. When you knew he was near his peak, you lifted your head to meet his eyes. “Mine,” you whispered possessively, a seductive smile on your lips. He shuddered, his head dropping to your shoulder and his hands tightening on your waist as he came with a soft cry, thick stands of cum covering your hand and the front of his shirt. He slumped against the wall, boneless in the aftermath of his orgasm. “Well,” he said breathlessly, “that was..,” “Intense? Incredible? Life changing?” you suggested helpfully, and he snorted a laugh. “I was going to say unexpected, but those work too.”

You brought your clean hand up to his throat, running your thumb over the dark bruises you had left just below the line of his collar. "I'm afraid I've made quite a mess," you said, "I'm sorry." And you were, now that the bitter sting of jealousy had faded and you had returned to your senses.

"Don't be. I don't know if you could tell but I rather liked it," Nikolai grinned, "and besides, I've made a mess of you too, so I'd say we're even."

"I suppose that's true," you agreed, bringing your hand up to your mouth. Your tongue snaked out to gently lap the remains of his release from your fingers and he groaned, scrubbing a shaky hand across his face. “You’re trying to kill me,” he accused and you laughed as you leaned in to kiss him. Nikolai pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss but keeping it sweet and unhurried.

"Give me a moment to recover and I'll repay the favour," he promised.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai smut #shadow and bone #grishaverse #Zoya is my queen but not in this fic #i would die for this man #jealousy #possessiveness #plot what plot

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the-froschamethyst4 · 8 months

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Unwanted love

𖤐Pairing: Ghost x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Some angst, hints of smut, arranged marriage, fingering, p in v, jealousy, fake love, toxicity, arguments, some harassment, fake names

𖤐Summary: Ghost and Y/n are an arranged married couple due to Y/n’s father wanting protection from anyone trying to kill them. Ghost got his payment and requested to marry Y/n

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The L/n family were a rich and successful family. So successful that the head of the L/n family; Matteo L/n needed protection for his family.

He had hired some men to protect him and his family but since he paid them, the guys wanted something else in return.

Marriage with the only daughter of the family, Y/n L/n.

She is selfless, stable, kind and open-minded.

The headed of this organization, Simon Ghost Riley who is Y/n's arranged husband is the opposite of Y/n. He's cold, demanding, jealous and serious.

If you looked at him the wrong way, you were on the floor with blood coming out of you, it didn't matter who you were, what you did, you would be dead to him and everyone else.

Ghost hated people, couldn't stand them and when he 'married' Y/n, he ended up vowing that he would protect her even against people he may trust. He gained a soft spot for Y/n but REFUSES to show it to her or anyone.

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Y/n sat on the couch in the big house on her stomach looking at her phone she was on Facetime with her best friend, Ruth.

Y/n and Ruth have been best friends since they were babies. Ghost knows about Ruth and has expressed how he doesn't like her to Y/n. Y/n doesn't give a fuck though and still talks to her.

Y/n and Ruth were talking about going to a club and doing a girl's night.

"Oh yeah, I haven't seen you since the wedding," Y/n said.

The wedding was around 3 years ago. Y/n sometimes feel like a prisoner in her own home, she shares with Ghost.

"Yes, I know. We should go tonight."

"Tonight, okay-"

"Or do you need to talk to your husband about going out?"

Anytime Ruth and Y/n make a plan to do anything, and Y/n goes and tells Ghost. Ghost gets all mad and Y/n has to tend to Ghost making her plan go to waste.

"No, I won't tell him, he doesn't get to know this plan," as she said that she got up and headed to her bedroom to go get ready.

She hung up and started to get ready.

She started up a shower and shampoos her hair and started to get out. She put a towel around her waist and a towel up in her hair, she sat on the sink and started to do makeup.

Ghost had come home all pissed off. He plopped on the couch rubbing his forehead from stress and he heard Y/n upstairs with music playing.

Ghost sat up and went upstairs to see what she was doing, he saw her in the towel around her waist, the one on her head fell off on the ground. He saw her doing her makeup and was confused.

"The hell you are getting all dolled up for?" He asked, leaning on the doorframe.

"No one," she bluntly said.

"Someone," he said.

She put her makeup brush down and looked at him.

"Seriously, Simon?" She said.

"Well, I don't know what you're doing. For all I know, you could be getting ready for a date."

"That's some fucking bullshit, Simon and you know it. Do say that bullshit," she said, getting off the sink counter and pushing her finger into his chest.

"Get out of my face, Y/n," he threatened.

"Or what? What will you do, Simon? I'm already in hell, being stuck here with you, someone who claims to be my husband, but you treat me like I'm one of your men, throwing me around and 'putting' me in my place."

Ghost's eyes had darkened with her attitude. She's given it to him since they first got married. They've had sex but it was so rough and meaningless that it felt like nothing, it felt terrible, and they both knew it too.

Ghost slammed his hands on the counter behind Y/n trapping her between the counter and his toned body. She wasn't scared of him, not one bit and that's what made Ghost fall in love with her, because she wasn't afraid of him.

"I may be your husband, and I may treat you a certain way, but I have my priorities and one is you, believe it or not."

"The hell does that have to do with anything, Simon?" She asked.

She turned around to finish up her makeup, she tried to ignore his gaze on her. She could tell his eyes were dark and meaningless behind them, Ghost rolled his eyes and left the bathroom, he changed out of his clothes and grabbed some comfortable clothes.

Y/n stepped out of her towel and grabbed a tight club dress, it was black short with a slit on both side that go so far up that if she sat down, she could very expose something and she knew she wasn't going to wear underwear underneath it either.

She came out and Ghost immediately looked at her and saw the dress she was in.

"Change it," she ignored his comment. "Hey, did you hear me?"

"I did, but why would I listen to you?" She grabbed some heels with red bottoms.

Ghost grabbed her wrist, making her turn and look at him. "Because I am your husband, I know what's good for you and I don't want to watch the News and I see your face on the TV as a murder victim or something worse, do you understand?"

"Get...the fuck...off of me," she yanks her wrist from his grasp. "I am allowed to dress and wear whatever I want," she said, putting her heels on and walking to the back of the door and grabbing a small purse to put her wallet and phone inside.

"Fine...but don't say I didn't fucking warn you and let me guess...you're going out with Ruth?"

"And what if I am?"

"That's fine but-"

"But nothing, YOU HAVE TOLD ME TOO MANY FUCKING TIMES HOW YOU DON'T LIKE HER!? AND DO I FUCKING LISTEN? HELL NO! Because I don't care what you say, Simon. I'm going..." she said as she walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs where Ruth waited for her.

Ruth jokingly honked the horn at her, when she came running out of the house and getting into the passenger side and started to sing whatever was playing in Ruth's car.

Ghost watched from the front door as Ruth left the driveway and Y/n didn't even look back when they drove off.

Ghost shut the door and headed to the kitchen to make himself something to eat.

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9:00PM

Y/n and Ruth were at the bar on their 6th drink of the night. Both of them are obviously so drunk. Ruth was pulled away from one of the many guys there. Y/n cheered for her best friend as she danced with the guy.

Y/n leaned on the bar as some guy came up to her. He leaned next to her kind of close. Y/n moved away just a bit and looked at her.

"Hey, I'm Max," he put his hand out and to be polite, she took his hand and shook it.

"I'm, Lynn," she gave him a fake name to protect her actual ID.

"Cool, wanna dance?"

"No, I'm not good at dancing," she lied, she also wondered if he doesn't see her wedding ring.

Sure, she may get into fights with Ghost all the time, but she never did take her ring off because for some reason the saying 'I'm married' scares off so many men, even if she doesn't say it, and they see her ring and will leave her alone.

"Oh, come on, come dance with me and my friends and maybe afterwards...we can do a little something?" He got close to Y/n's ear, but she just shook her head 'no'.

"No, no thank you, I'm not here for that kind of fun, I'm here just to drink, really."

"Come on...let's just have one dance and I'll leave you alone."

"No, no, I'm fine," she said, trying to leave around the bar, but 'Max' kept following her.

"Hey, come on, please, have one dance with me or at least let me buy you one drink."

"No, I need to go."

"What about your friend, did she drive you? Let me drive you home then if you're going to leave."

"No, I'm fine," he then grabbed her wrist and before anything could happen, Max's hand immediately let go of her wrist, and she saw Max being pushed against the brick wall of the club from some guy who was a lot more taller and buffer than him.

"Simon," Y/n said, grabbing Ghost's wrist trying to pull him away from Max.

"The lady said 'no' probably more times you can count, don't fucking touch her again, do you understand?" Ghost growled before letting Max go.

Ghost looked down at Y/n and grabbed her forearm, dragging her to his car.

"Ow, Simon, y-you're hurting m-me," she said as he opened the passenger side door.

"Get the fuck in," he growled at her. He slammed the door clipping her foot when he shut it.

"Simon?"

"Shut the fuck up," he said as he drove home.

The drive was so quiet, the silence wanted to make Y/n say something, she couldn't, she didn't know what to say or what to do. She played with her fingers and looked down the whole time. Ghost's eyes were ahead, one hand on the stirring wheel the other between his teeth trying to control his anger.

"I'm sorry-"

"You're not," he said, not even looking at her. Y/n's mouth was open, and she looked like she could cry at any moment, she thought that if she apologized everything would be fine, but she was wrong.

"Simon-"

"Don't...don't FUCKING APOLOGIZE I know what you are trying to do, and it pisses me off when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Apologize and think everything will be normal again, you do it every time we get into an argument, you apologize, I forgive you and everything is apparently supposed to go back to normal. Not this time," he said as he pulled into the driveway. "Get out," he said as she did.

He opened the door going inside first and she follows. Ghost grabbed a vase and threw it across the room shattering it. Y/n squealed and covered her mouth.

Ghost knows he scare anyone, but when he scares Y/n...his heart shatters hearing her squeak.

"I'm trying to calm down...I'm trying..." he said.

"Is it me or the guy?"

"I don't know," his fist were clenched together, and his knuckles were white. She walked to him, cupping the nape of his neck making him look down, her other hand touched his right knuckle trying to calm him down.

"Y/n..."

"I am sorry...what can I do to make it up to you?"

"I don't know...I rather you did nothing...you don't like me and it's obvious that you don't, so...nothing right, now," he said.

"I never said that."

"But you show it," he said.

Y/n thought of something, her mind was in control now, her hand grabbed a hole of his hand and brough his fingers under her dress. His fingers graze her soft clit. His fingers glide through her soft, wet folds.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I want to make it up to you, this was the only way how," she said, standing on her tippy toes and kissing his lips.

His one free hand went behind her head deepening the kiss as his fingers played with her wet clit. Y/n moaned and moved her hand from his hand that was under her dress.

She felt weak when his fingers started to move inside of her. He moved his fingers in and out her quickly. His tongue pushed its way inside of her mouth.

He pulled away from the kiss and started watch her face as he moved his fingers quickly inside of her.

He watched her as she could barely stand and removed his fingers from inside of her and picked her up and took her to their bedroom, he dropped her on their bed, he removed his hoodie, and she kicked off her heels. He started to unbuckle his jeans till he was only in his boxers.

He pulled Y/n to the edge of the bed and kissed her lips; his hands found the zipper of her dress and unzipped it. He pulled his boxers down and his hard dick sprung out.

"O-Oh," she said as she held the top of her dress so it wouldn't fall down.

"What?" He asked, with a smirk on his face and he cupped her face.

"It's...a little bigger than I remember..."

"Well...we just wanted that sex before done and over with...but tonight...I'm gonna take my time with you," he smirks and kissed her lips again.

This time she let the dress straps fall and her chest be expose. He started to pull the dress off. Ghost smirked and started to kiss her chest and suck just above her nipple leaving a dark hickey on her chest.

"Ahh~ S-Simon," she moans when he started to push himself inside of her. "O-Oh fuck," she moans, she looks down and she saw her stomach start bulging up and down with his dick inside of her.

She dropped her head back on the covers. Ghost lifted her back up, his hand on her lower back and his other hand touching her stomach where he could feel his bulge in her stomach.

He moans when he could feel himself inside of her.

He watched Y/n eyes roll in the back of her head and loved hearing her soft moans. He loved this feeling.

The first time they did it, Y/n never moaned, she wasn't enjoying it, their first time together...it was so silent and awkward that the only noise in the room was skin slapping. The only agreed to it to show that they 'loved' each other but they know damn well, they hated each other.

Y/n was a moaning wreck with Ghost's dick inside of her. She gripped the bed sheets as her knuckles went white. Ghost slid his hand up her stomach and gripped her hand just above her head.

"S-Si-ahhhh~ fuck," she moans before she felt a knot in her stomach, she ended up coming on his dick, he kept going till it was his turn to cum inside of her.

Simon loved feeling his dick just hit the right spot. He ended up coming inside of her and pulled out, he watched their cum mix together, he smirked and pulled her up and took her to the bathroom to help her get cleaned up.

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Y/n's back was against his hard chest as they both sat in the hot bath water. He cleaned her up the best he could and watched her look satisfied when he was cleaning her.

"Ummmm~ that feels good," she moans.

"Does it?"

"Mhm~" she moans as she leaned back into his touch. "Fuck," she groans.

"My turn," he said as he stood up in the bath and let her move back into his spot and she did what he did to her, rubbing the soap into his back and she got a soft groan from his lips.

"You wanna know something?"

"What?"

"I...I actually have a soft spot for you, I just don't show it and when I followed you to the club and saw that guy grab you, I just...I just went fucking insane, like my blood turned into fire because he touched something that was mine," he said, he looked over his shoulder and looked at Y/n who just stared at him.

"I understand...Ghost," that was the first time Y/n has called him 'Ghost' and not Simon. He hated being called Simon but never corrected her.

He smirked and leaned back on her shoulder and kissed her soft lips.

"...I love you..." he said.

"I love you too," she said, wrapping her legs around him and kissed the top of his head.

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starsomens · 8 months

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i've never requested something like this before so bare w me, but can you do 4. Forehead kisses with 9. "You're absolutely perfect in my eyes". i feel like this would be so cute if the reader was feeling a little insecure or just self conscious about herself and noah was trying to make her feel beautiful. maybe even starting with forehead kisses but going to kiss different parts of her like her neck, chest, arms, hands, stomach, etc. THIS WOULD BE SO CUTE PLS

Note: we love the fluff!!!!! also because we deal with topics of self esteem every reading this is beautiful as hell! <3

4. Forehead kisses 9:"you're absolutely perfect in my eyes"

Warnings: Language

"Babe you okay?" Noah asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You had ordered pizza "You aren't really enjoying your food" he pointed out

"Hm? Oh I'm fine I just ate earlier is all" you smile at him

You lied.

It was after a small meet and greet with fans, and you knew what you were getting into. They were an amazing band, with great music and die hard fans. Of course with Noah being lead vocals, he gets a lot of attention. He was talented, handsome and so sweet, how could he not capture the hearts of his female fans? You knew he loved you, everything about you and yet...you still felt insecure at times.

You see so many girls with beautiful features, amazing bodies, they could easily pull Noah if they tried. You were with them today there was a gorgeous girl who came to the VIP and met the boys. She had given them each a hug with some small talk, and it was just the way she looked at Noah that turned your stomach. She was trying to get his attention, trying to make that eye contact. You tasted a bitter taste in your mouth as you snapped the picture for them.

Of course Noah never thought about it for a second. He already had eyes for someone, and that someone was you. But your mind lingered on the interaction until you got home. You tried to keep things on the low but it was hard. You both loved having pizza after shows and just talking and enjoying each others company. You didn't even have an appetite, still feeling a bit bothered. After a single slice you got up, cleaned your dish and kissed Noah as a thank you for ordering pizza. You only gave him a peck on the cheek and he grabbed your hand

"Sunshine, are you mad at me?" he asked feeling hurt by just the peck he was given.

"No baby, just a little drained from the show is all, I promise" you smile at him and kiss him fully on the lips "I'm gonna go and shower okay?"

"Okay, I'll clean up here" he smiled watching you head upstairs. He still felt something was off, it was one of the many things you loved and hated about him. You could never hide your true feelings from that man. He in fact did clean up and put everything away and made his way up stairs. The bathroom door was cracked and he stood near the door and saw you in the reflection of the mirror. You were just staring at yourself, with a disappointed look on your face?

You were in your underwear looking at yourself in a vulnerable state. You didn't have that body everyone else was able to gain, you looked average, none of your features really stood out. You wipe your eyes and sniffle feeling your heart sink the longer you stared at yourself. Your eyes wondered the mirror and saw Noah watching you from the hall. Your heart jumped out of your chest and you quickly close the door and lock it.

"Y/N! I knew you were okay, open the door!" he called you out as he tried twisting the knob, finding it locked

"Noah! Why were you watching me?!" you asked half embarrassed and half angry

"I always watch you! This is any different! Damn it Y/N, why did you say you were fine? What's going on?" he said resting his forehead on the door

"It's...nothing, you wouldn't understand!"

"What have you told that I haven't understood?" he asks still trying the knob as if it would unlock itself.

You stay quiet knowing he was right…he was good at listening and understanding there was never a time where he didn’t understand because he always tried to…..

"Goddamn it Y/N….babe open the door….please." He asked more gently “I just want to help you…please tell me what’s wrong”

“I don’t……I don’t want you to see….” You admit feeling the ache in your chest again

“See what, sunshine?” He asked

“…me…”

“Baby….open the door please.” He asked again “I want to see you, I need to see you”

You finally cave and with a huff you unlock the door and open the door slowly. He hated seeing your eyes red and puffy from crying. You had put a towel on, and look at anything but Noah. His arms come around you and bring you close

"Y/N I hate seeing you like this, what's going on?" he asked you again

"Noah do you....am I..." he pulls back and looks at you as you try and find the words "...that girl...did you think she was pretty?"

"What girl...the ones from the meet and greet?" he said trying to pinpoint who you were talking about "Did she say something to you?"

You shook your head "no she was just....really pretty..."

He finally got it. He knew what you meant "Oh princess no, no, no...." his hands came up to cup your face in his hands and wipe your eyes "I saw what she was doing, she wasn't even a fraction of your beauty."

"But...she was so-"

"Don't finish that sentence cause it's bullshit. Now get in the shower" he said starting up the warm water, he then strips from his hoodie

"Wait but-"

"Ah, not another word, now strip and get your sexy ass in here!" he said stepping into the shower. You take in a breath and drop your towel and let your underwear fall and joined the towel. You step in and join Noah bashfully, as if hasn't already seen you naked. The water was nice and warm and you let your hair soak. Noah reached for the soap and your scrub. He lathered the soap and started on your back. His hands were gentle and he was quiet, Despite his silence his actions were louder than your tears. His hands were gliding along your body caressing, and washing softly, his lips kissing anything and everything he loves on you.

"My pretty, beautiful, gorgeous girl" he whispered, just loud enough to hear above the water hitting the tile. He grabbed the shampoo and poured out some for your hair. He combed his long fingers through your strands and massaged it thoroughly

"With the prettiest hair," he added in "I love finding your hair in my clothes and on my desk." after he rinses off your hair he takes a hold of your hands and brought them to his lips "these hands that I love seeing in mine, feeling them touch me, or brush my hair"

"the prettiest eyes, I love waking up and seeing them staring at me" he said kissing your eye lids "and of course, your lips. My favorite things to kiss"

He stops at your forehead and says against it "You're absolutely perfect in my eyes." another kiss to your skin. Noah really did love you inside and out but he needed to remind you every now and then that you were the girl of his dreams

"Oh my princess, you know I love you right?" he asks hugging you underneath the steady stream of water

"Mhm, I love you too"

"Good," he kissed the crown of your head "Now let's go and have some of the ice cream I bought. Yeah?"

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newtonsheffield · 4 months

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Molly…what happens when Kate sees Anthony the next day? I suspect an angsty conversation on the drive to the children’s hospital. How does Kate come to realize that Anthony wants more than just a short term, secret affair? Does she feel the same and she’s afraid to tell him because let’s face it…signing up for a royal life is in many ways a huge sacrifice and maybe she’s convinced he won’t think she’s worth it?

Oh it’s pretty tense. Mostly because they’d sort of agreed like a month or two before that night that they weren’t really seeing over people. It’s a relationship, at least in Kate’s eyes. She describes herself as Seeing Someone. when she first met Michael she didn’t feel single and she told him she wasn’t and now it feels like her and Anthony are fighting and she doesn’t know why. She hasn’t done anything. And it just… feels like it had started to with James. She’d stayed with him for years too long anyway but she’d started to realise that he didn’t actually like her. Or he did, but only enough to tolerate her. What he really liked was the attention he got from the rumours that swirled around them. The speculation of an engagement that she knew was never coming. Or rather she’d known she’d never accept. He’d never even met her parents. She hadn’t wanted him to. He’d loved the idea of being the boyfriend of a future queen much more than he’d liked her. Kate.

And maybe, no matter how different Anthony seemed from him; He was losing interest as well.

He bowed when she exited the house, the car already on the drive, “Your highness.”

“Good morning, Anthony.” He opened the car door for her to slide in and she cleared her throat as she put the screen up between the driver and herself, “Anthony could you sit in with me please? We need to review the plan.”

It was unfair of her, she knew, to force him to talk to her when he clearly wanted nothing to do with her. But she didn’t want to keep feeling like this. She’d missed him last night, when she’d gone home and taken off the stupid lingerie she’d bought with him in mind and gone to bed early, an eye mask on that made her feel no better.

Anthony inclined his head again, and slipped into the car beside her, clearing his throat as the car pulled away, “We’re scheduled for about two hours, but I know you’ll want to be-”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

Anthony swallowed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t go home with you last night.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “I’m not mad we didn’t have sex. I’m mad because it feels like we’ve had an argument and I don’t know what the fuck I did.”

Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose and his fingers twitched beside her when she tried to lay her hand over his, “I… I don’t know. I saw you with… that Prince, Stirling. And I… I don’t know.”

Kate’s stomach dropped, “Okay, well, nothing’s going on between Michael and me.”

“But your parents wish there was.”

“He has a girlfriend in the city. That’s why he keeps coming back. He and I are friends.”

Anthony froze, “A girlfriend?”

“Yes, he has a girlfriend. And He knows that you and I…” She wasn’t sure how to categorize them. They hadn’t.

“He knows about us?”

“Yes, he doesn’t care, we’re just hanging out.”

Anthony nodded slowly, swallowing, “Well, your parents still don’t know so it doesn’t matter.”

“Is that what you want? You want me to tell them?” She was surprised how eager she was to do it. If that’s what he wanted, She was ready to start the process of him being presented as her partner. Even though she knew what it would mean. They’d be expected to marry in due course. She’d been with James for years and the official palace line had been that they were “Spending time together” Another thing he’d grown impatient with. But for Anthony she would do it.

“I don’t… know. No.”

“Because you aren’t sure about me?” It would be better to know. She’d rather know now and spend the weekend with tears rolling down her face

“Because I’m not ready for this to be over.”

The car pulled to a stop and before Kate could say anything, Anthony had thrown open the car door and was waiting for her outside.

#bodyguard au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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foreverinadais · 2 years

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Hello 🤗

Can you do a HC when the moon boys realize that the reader is jealous? Like they're not used to the feeling of someone being jealous for them would they enjoy it? How would they assure the reader that they're the one and no one other?

hi, i love this idea!! thank you so much for requesting!! ❤️

STEVEN:

Steven is so excited to show you the museum

like, he’s bouncing off the walls

he’s having some kind of event at work, and of course he brings you as his plus-one

and does not stop talking about how perfect you look

there are literal stars in his eyes

you reciprocate the words, showering him with praises and excitement

to which he gives you the toothiest grin ever seen: he’s elated

so you make your way into the event, clinging onto Steven’s arm as he is already explaining certain artefacts

i can imagine him dragging you to a super specific one because he thought you would like it, and every time he saw it, he thinks of you

anyway, the event is fairly busy, full of historians and academics and professors, you know, smart people

“Woah, this looks... professional.” you whisper as Steven beams

“Doesn’t it?” he (awkwardly) retrieves 2 glasses of champagne off the waiter's tray and passes one too you. “For you, my darling.”

to which your gratefully sip it down because seeing all of these people makes you particularly nervous

it’s then that a woman comes over. and my, does she look... wow.

you physically straighten up as she stalks over, elegant and confident, making you realise how bad your posture was

and she offers you both a smile.

she’s a professor at some kind of fancy university, teaching Egyptology, and has just come back from a year abroad researching archelogy in Egypt.

your jaw drops slowly at her words, because hello, she’s an actual Goddess.

but then... you catch sight of Steven

eyes twinkling with wonder

cheeks rosy with adoration

hands fiddling with each other in nervousness.

oh.

you feel a weird heat in your stomach, rising like bile and settling as nausea

and you feel bad because you trust Steven and this woman is wonderful and accomplished and stunning, why wouldn’t he want her?

and soon enough, you’ve listed every way she’s better than you and it’s already started;

jealousy.

and it’s not in a spiteful, envious way. your admiring her just as much as Steven is.

by the time she’s done talking, it looks as though Steven’s ready to start applauding

...whilst your about to start crying

“I am doing a lecture on my findings in a few days. You should both come by.”

“Woah, really? That sounds, yeah, great. can’t wait.”

and you politely nod, taking a long sip of your drink which is nearly finished

because you don’t know if you can handle any more of it.

the rest of the event goes by quickly, partly due to your growing tipsiness

when it’s finally time to leave, Steven’s beaming

like, glowing with happiness

you find it in yourself to fake happiness as Steven excitedly recites the events of the evening, complete with dramatic hand gestures and small chuckles

“Oh and that professor? Woah, wasn’t she great?”

“So great.”

“Can you believe she invited us to a lecture? I can’t wait to hear her speak, and see the pictures from Egypt- can you believe what she found?”

"Oh yes she’s so amazing, you should’ve got her number.”

you didn’t mean to sound so sarcastic, truly, but the alcohol in your system was amplifying all the emotions you felt and how you were showing them

Steven slowed to a stop, face shifting in confusion as he turned to you smiling

“Oooohhh I see what’s happening. Someone’s jealous! Beware of jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster. ya know? From Othello, innit?”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes as if he’s finding this amusing, clearly because of how good his evening went

and you feel guilty for your stupid insecurities

“Hilarious. Look, can we just keep walking? I’m tired.”

Steven’s smile falters as he suddenly notices how upset you look, how your lips are downturned at the sides and how your eyes are drooping slightly

“Hey, ‘m sorry, love, c’mon, wait a second.”

you do, avoiding his gaze

his hands come up to rest on your forearms and he tuts

“I didn’t mean to be funny. I just- Guess i’m not used to having someone be jealous for me. That sounds silly. I guess-”

“It’s fine, Steven. It isn’t your fault. It’s mine.”

He looks confused, head cocking to the left lightly

“What d’you mean?”

You sigh because this, this is awkward

suddenly the piece of gum on the sidewalk looks really interesting as you try and avoid the conversation

but Steven can read you look his favourite book and lifts your chin with his fingers so that your forced to face him

i can imagine his ‘it’s okay, you can tell me anything face’ and it makes me wanna cry ahh i love him

anyway, you throw your hands up in exasperation

“My heart... and my head...” you hesitate, tryna find the words

“And your shoulders, knees and toes?” Steven tries to joke, making you smile, before he apologies and motions for you to continue

“I think you could do better than me.” oh

he didn’t expect that

“And I guess seeing that perfect woman, like seriously, she was perfect-”

“Hold up, should I be jealous?” He tries to joke again, but he can’t help his heart dropping at how you feel

“It just reminded me how opposite I am, how... you could find your soulmate one day, or one of you could decide you want different, better, than me and leave.”

Steven is silent for a moment

“Huh?”

“I said-”

“Know what you said, just how... how could you think like that, eh?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, what? Sorry? Why on earth are you sorry? This is my fault obviously for not making you feel like I love you enough.”

“That’s not-”

“Your absolutely perfect to me, to us. And I often find myself asking the question of how we got so lucky to have you. S’ perfect, my love, you should know that. My job to show you that, ain’t it?”

and he pulls you into an embrace, smiling into your shoulder as you mutter ‘thank you’ and ‘love you’ whilst smiling back

“Now, let’s get you home, you can pick the movie, and I’ll sort out the snacks... yeah?”

“That sounds perfect, Steven.”

“Just like you.”

MARC

It really wasn’t Marc’s fault

he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and for you? well, it was the worst possible day.

it wasn’t exactly rare for people to be drawn too your boyfriend’s because um have you seen them

so you could deal with their advances normally

normally.

but not today.

not as someone had all but wrapped their body around him

you felt a level of possessiveness at the subtle but intimate act of a drunk girls arm’s around his and with the added push of alcohol, there was a new level of jealousy coursing through your veins

not today

So, putting on your most innocent look, you carried yourself over to where Marc was stood, beer in hand, laughing politely

“Hey, baby. What ya up too?” your voice was slurred and slightly raised as you placed a hand on your boyfriend’s back

and Marc, the soft bean he is, turns instantly, face lighting up

“Hi, babe, got you a drink... somewhere.”

“A drink? Your so nice.”

and to emphasise your point, you place a firm kiss on his cheek

to which slightly-drunk, oblivious Marc just smiles

the girl hanging on to him, also innocent in this situation, offers an apologetic smile- i’ll leave you too it

and you almost feel bad when you get home and feel slightly agitated

because nothing came of the situation and both parties were not in the wrong

“Wanna order some food, Y/N/N? ‘m fucking starving. Hey, baby? We can get some from that vendor you like-”

“Not hungry. Might just go to bed.”

and you hate yourself for being bitchy but you had a terrible week and you were feeling the aftermath of the alcohol and you needed to sleep in case you snapped

“Oh. That’s okay, we can sleep-”

“You can eat. Order whatever.”

Whilst you drift surprisingly fast into an uncomfortable slumber, Marc stays awake

what did I do wrong?

and because he’s drunk, everything feels 100x amplified

soon enough, it’s morning and he’s still awake

ready to cook you breakfast, get you pain relief, watch all the TV you want

but his plans are disrupted when you turn over and wrap an arm lazily over his bare waist

oh.

“ ‘morning, gosh, my head’s banging.” you mumble in a post-sleep haze and Marc is frozen because you were mad at him

“Did you, urh, sleep well?”

“Hmm, well enough.”

and then your snuggling into his side

and he can’t help but ask the question:

“Why were you mad at me?”

“Sorry?”

“Last night... you, well, you were mad. Didn’t wanna eat with me.”

and the events slowly come back to you

“No, no, I’m an idiot, ow!” your head stabbed as you sat suddenly, and you shuffled so you were looking down at him, hands resting on his chest

“I was acting stupid and drunk and, I don’t know, seeing you with that girl made me slightly jealous. And it’s such a gross feeling, and I wasn’t right to take it out on you. I’m sorry, honey.”

“Wait, you were jealous? About me?”

and he can’t help but be in disbelief that someone cares about him enough to feel jealousy

“I mean, yeah. Your the ‘dream man’, ya know? I’m incredibly lucky to have you.”

he’s silent as he looks up at you, suddenly feeling overwhelmed

“I care about you endlessly, yeah?”

and it pushes him over the edge as he pulls you down to lie with him

your head- along with your heart- pounding at the sudden position change but you ignore it, letting him nuzzle his head into your chest and feel the flesh of your thighs

“I love you,” he mumbles, “thank you for caring about me enough to feel jealous.”

and he’s smiling, teasingly, but his words are true

“Why, of course, darling.”

JAKE

Jake Lockley was confident

and why shouldn’t he be?

that man is physically flawless

and definitely has a way with words

so one day, your out on a date, and it’s a really nice restaurant

and your wearing your favourite outfit - and Jake’s favourite outfit- and he has not stopped talking about how good you look

and you feel it- until you see someone slip Jake their number

Jake doesn’t even react, just gives it back to them in rejection

because he’s with you

and suddenly, you feel the odd mix of jealousy and insecurity sweep through your body

because your right there

and whoever slipped Jake that number, well, they didn’t think you were worthy of him, so who else would?

and soon enough, your down the rabbit hole of self-doubt and illusions

you're silent on the way home, despite Jake’s hand on your thigh, or his soft words or his gentle whistling

and when you get back to your shared flat, you all but crumble on the sofa

Jake notices.

“Hey, you okay, Mi vida? You’ve hardly said a word since we left, eh?”

you mutter a half-arsed excuse, that ‘your fine’ and ‘just tired, ‘s all’

“Hmm, likely story. What’s really wrong?”

“Nothing, Jake, I said, I’m fine.”

“And I said I don’t believe you. So, fess up, before I make you.”

he’s teasing you, playful smile gracing his features

but when he see’s you look away, almost sadly, his eyebrows twist in confusion

“Y/N,” he says, “You can talk to me, please.”

“Someone gave you their number.”

Oh.

Jake tries to think back at the interaction he brushed by, because it wasn’t important to him

did he do something suggestive?

“Are you mad at me? I gave it back to them, you know, if you think for a second I would betray you-”

“N-no, no it’s not that! I just-”

“Just what?”

“It made me...”

you feel complete embarrassment as you avoid his eyes like the plague, picking at your fingers, the sofa, anywhere to avoid this

but he’s smiling, you realise, teasingly again

“Your jealous?”

bastard.

“I mean, kind of, but-”

“C’mon, you don’t need to be jealous, ya know your the only one I have eyes for. Especially in that outfit.”

you refrain from rolling your eyes, partly because whilst Jake Lockley is confident, he’s also cocky

“I wasn’t jealous, per se, I was-”

“You don’t have to lie ‘cause your embarrassed, baby.”

“Fuck sake, Jake, I was insecure!”

and then the teasing look on his face drops completely

“Insecure?”

and it’s so humbling to feel his gaze on you, and you want to crawl into bed and sleep and forget you said anything

“I guess, I don’t wanna be, I just, you know, saw that people want you and nobody expected us so why should, should I?”

And Jake is silent before he all but showers you with affirmations you’ve heard before:

‘your beautiful, inside and out’

‘you don’t need to be insecure’

‘people are jealous of you’

and none of it is going through, no matter what he says, and he realizes this, slightly agitated

“You're not even listening.”

you sigh, sinking into the sofa further

“No, I am! I just can’t find it in myself to believe it right now. I’m sorry, Jakey, this is stupid of me.”

“It is stupid. Because how could you ever think so low of yourself?”

yep, he’s angry.

“Look, how can I help? You want to keep talking?”

you don’t respond. no.

“You want some food?”

nothing.

“You want to go on a drive?”

you feel almost bad at your lack of response, but your feeling heavy, the jealousy leaving bile in your stomach and acid in your brain.

“You need me to convince you?”

and you look up at him, finally, making him smirk

“Ohh, I see. That’s what you want.”

and he walks over to you, lowering his face until he’s level with your own

and you shift in your seat because this man is so handsome it hurts

“Fine, mi amor, if you won’t hear my words,” -his lips are ghosting over yours- “then maybe you’ll understand my actions better,” - moving down, trailing along your neck, “Your it for me.”

and he’s leaving kisses between every word

“You're perfect,” along your collarbone, “And you corrupt all my fucking thoughts in the best ways,”

he’s moving back up now, up to your jaw, the spot just under your ear, your cheek, until nearly, finally-

“You done being jealous? You gonna start appreciating yourself?”

you could groan at how close his lips are to yours but he’s not giving in.

then his voice drops low, a hushed whisper so that his breath is mingled with yours as he says:

“Or do you need more convincing?”

then your lips are on each other’s, and it’s passionate and dangerous and desperate

but underneath, the message remains, the love and the care and the wonder

because all Jake wants is to show you, you don’t need to be jealous

you're all he will ever want and need

you're it for him.

#steven with a v #stevengrant #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley fanfiction #jake lockely #moon knight #ff #moon knight imagine #moon knight headcanon #angst #fluff #moon knight fluff #moon knight angst

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boringa55binch · 5 months

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you followed me back, i'm honored 😭 may i ask, what was vanessa's first reaction when she saw ggy? or freddy's reaction when he saw them both?

dude i'm honored you followed me in the first place egjodk Also, I haven’t written anything in ages, but your question seems like the perfect chance to write something :)

RETURN

There was no sound coming from Gregory’s room.

Vanessa stood outside, dinner in one hand and the other raised to knock. Except she couldn’t because there was something… something wrong. Just earlier, she’d been helping Gregory direct his friend through the ruined Pizzaplex. He’d been near hysterical, fearing for her life while instructing her over the walkie.

Freddy was helping them too—his knowledge of the Plex’ interior still came in handy, all these months later. She pressed her ear more firmly against the door, listening for any noise. A second passed, then two, then three. Nothing.

The absence of their voices was unsettling.

Vanessa tried to ignore the twist in her gut, the unease that crawled down her spine and left goosebumps in its wake. Her knuckles rested on the wooden surface of the door, shaking despite her efforts to keep it steady. She tried to take a breath, to steel herself—it was a fruitless endeavor.

The air was thick with tension, so much so that she felt like she was suffocating. There was something in the silence that coiled in her stomach, heavy and uncomfortable. Calm down. Vanessa didn’t want to think anything went wrong in the few minutes she’d stepped out to make dinner, but after everything they’d gone through, she couldn’t help but imagine the worst case scenario.

What are you so afraid of?

She knew exactly what she was afraid of. The image of purple eyes staring back at her was burned into her memory, keeping her up at night and haunting her dreams. She remembered countless sleepless nights, reassuring Gregory that she’d never let that virus hurt them again. Promising him that it was over, that they were free and they were going to be okay.

It had to be over. She can’t—she can’t let Gregory go through that again. And… she doubts she’d survive that hellish experience a second time. Maybe I’m being paranoid. It’s not like it’d be the first time. With that thought, she forced a shaky sigh through her mouth.

What are you so afraid of?

Nothing. It was nothing. Her tongue felt numb and her throat tight, but she squeezed the words out anyway. “Gregory? You okay in there?” she asked. It came out haltingly, her nerves bleeding into her voice. A few, painstakingly long seconds passed where nobody responded.

“Yeah! Cassie made it out!”

The sound of Gregory’s voice flooded Vanessa with relief. She finally let herself breathe, the tension lifting from her shoulders. “I’m coming in! I brought dinner. Hope you don’t mind ramen—I wanted to make something quick so I could get back to you,” she said. She twisted the doorknob and stepped through the threshold of Gregory’s room.

What were you so afraid of?

He sat by his desk, legs swinging in a carefree manner she didn’t expect from someone who was itching to go to Plex himself half an hour ago. Then again, it could just indicate how happy he was that his friend was safe. “Oh, Freddy’s battery got low while we were talking, mind taking him to his charging station?” Gregory asked. He’d already gathered Freddy in his arms, passing him over to Vanessa.

She set down the bowl of ramen on the desk, taking Freddy from Gregory with a smile. “What am I, your errand girl?” she teased, pulling a giggle from the young boy.

“Sorry. I just need to make sure Cassie’s really all right,” he said. Vanessa nodded, already making her way to the door. She was a step away from the doorway when she glanced down at Freddy, a thought pausing her in her tracks.

“…Wasn’t he just fully charged a couple hours ago?”

As soon as the words left her, it was as if the air itself had gone still. The dread that cooled to a simmer in her moments before came to a boil, her arms growing heavy as she stared down at Freddy. Only then did she notice his face—she’d seen Freddy on low power, and this dull, wide-eyed expression was not it. No, this looked more like a forced shutdown.

Just as it seemed like her world was submerged underwater, and she was drowning, drowning, drowning—pain exploded in the back of her head, sending her toppling down to the floor. She groaned, barely registering that she’d dropped Freddy. Her arm stretched out towards him when a second burst of pain forced her to curl into herself, cradling her head. Her vision swam, but as she looked up at her assailant, a new kind of pain overtook her.

Purple eyes.

It’s exactly what she was afraid of.

“No,” she croaked, whimpering as those eyes drew closer to her face. Without realizing it, she’d started to scramble backwards—at least, she tried to. The sharp pain blooming in her skull made it difficult to focus, and yet, she couldn’t look at anything other than those purple eyes.

“I hit you pretty hard there, huh? You’ll probably get a concussion, but nothing too serious!… I hope. I still have to take you back to the boss. Ohh, you look like you’re gonna pass out any second now…”

His voice—Gregory’s voice—faded away, the ringing in her ears overtaking every other sound. Still, just before her eyes rolled up into her skull, she managed to pour all her grief, her pain, her despair, into two whispered words;

“I’m sorry.”

#navtrash #fnaf #fnaf sb #vanessa fnaf #ggy fnaf #gregory fnaf #glamrock freddy #3 star fam #asks #txt

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hangmans-girl · 1 year

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One Admiral's Daughter (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Summary: Of all the people in the bar, Bradley's eyes decided to set themselves on a forbidden fruit.

Warnings: Light cursing, sexual innuendos (but nothing happens really), fluff, sexual tension

Words: 4,107

Author's Note: I whipped this out of my brain the last minute because I thought that it has been months since I wrote and this has been in my drafts for as long as I can remember. I hope you like it :')

Damn, it's bitter. You thought as the warm remains of the vodka scratched your throat. You shoved the glass away from you as you stared at it with so much hate.

"What did the glass do, dear?" Penny asks as she places a cold glass of beer in front of you. You groaned as you leaned away from the counter.

"I'm bored, Pen. Why can't I just work for you?"

Penny smiles, "You know I can't hire you, that's an order from your Dad."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Your dad always loved to ruin everything for you. You never know how he always knew what you were doing despite him being really busy with his work. Sometimes, you'd even think he had been sending someone to spy on you when he was not around. "Fine, I guess I'll just sit here and try not to go mad with boredom."

Penny ruffled your hair as she chuckles. "Silly, why don't you just go to your office or the base to kill your time?"

You shook your head. "First, office hours are 'till 1 pm only, and second, Dad's office is too quiet for me. The Hard Deck is literally the only place that's keeping me sane, Pen."

"Well, what about you go dancing now since it's almost 7pm and customers are already flooding in? Maybe you could get yourself a dance partner or something."

You grimaced. "No, thanks. I'd rather stay here and keep myself company."

"See? You won't even lift your butt out of that chair," She shakes her head, "I'll go take some orders now. Ring me up when you need more." She adds as she tapped the side of your beer mug.

You smiled at Penny before drinking from your beer again. It's going to be a long night.

"Hey, Rooster. Check her out," Payback elbows Rooster on the stomach as Rooster looks at where he was pointing.

"I love me a woman in red." Payback adds as he continues to look respectfully at the girl on a red sundress by the bar counter.

Rooster shrugged. "What about it?"

"What do you mean what about it, man? She's hot."

"How do you know that? You haven't even seen her face." Rooster punches his friend's chest lightly before looking in the girl's direction again. This time, the girl was already facing their direction, talking to a stranger with a beautiful smile on display.

Rooster forgot to breathe for a second. "What about now?" Payback asks Rooster as if he'd sensed his friend's sudden change of heart.

"You wanna know what I think?"Rooster asks, eyes still on the girl, "Hold my beer." He shoves his beer mug onto Payback's chest as he made his way to the stage.

"Oh, come on, man! I don't like where this is going." Payback groans as he saw Rooster grab a microphone.

Rooster then made his way to the jukebox to type in a song. "Trust me, Payback, " He says as the song starts, tapping Payback's chest before making his way toward his target. "This is how you get a girl."

As you drank your second beer of the night, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. "Excuse me, miss," You turned to see who it was and saw an unfamiliar man with a mustache who had a Hawaiian shirt on with a white tank top underneath.

Your brows furrowed in confusion when another man shoved him aside. "I'm sorry, miss. He's just drunk--" His words got cut off when the mustached-man shoved him aside as well.

"I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight, I've never seen you shine so bright," He sings, stepping much closer to you. You chuckled, looking around as you saw people gather around your space to watch him sing.

"I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance, They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance, and I have never seen that dress you're wearing or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes, I have been blind;" He continues, as he points at you accompanied with his dramatic gestures as he sang.

You continued watching him sing since he had a wonderful voice to begin with and people started to sing with him. He then grabs a rose from a bouquet he saw at a random table, handing them to you before he concluded his song.

You gladly accepted the rose from him as he smiled in victory, mindlessly handing the microphone to his friend from earlier. "You've got a nice voice, do you sing like that to every woman you see?"

Rooster chuckles as he pulls a seat for himself. "Just the pretty ones."

"Well, how many were they?"

"Just one."

"Oh, so that makes me the second one?"

"No, the first one. I've never actually done this before," He laughs, grabbing a beer from the counter as he drank on it. "Y'know, It's crazy how I went through that just to get your name." He adds, making you giggle in response.

"You could've just asked," You shrugged, extending your hand toward him. "I'm (Y/N) Simpson."

You saw him wince at your response. "What's wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing, it's just...I've never thought of the chances of me dealing with another Simpson for today, you know?"

You tilted your head in curiosity. "Oh, you could tell me about it."

"Over beer?" He asks as he places an empty bottle on the counter. You grabbed him another cold one and placed it right in front of him. "Yup, over beer."

He muttered a small thanks as he drank before speaking. "Well, we have this superior officer at work who can be insufferable at times. Last time, he made us train 'till the wee hours of the night and uhm...I'd love to tell you more, but I think I've stressed out how much of a jerk he can be sometimes."

You leaned back against your chair and shook your head. "That sucks, like what are they? a god or something?"

"Of the Navy I suppose, he's an Admiral." He replies, making everything make sense to you.

"So, I take it that you're from the Navy." He nods. "So, you're a pilot?" You asked as he nods again, making you smile mischievously. You realized that he was actually talking about your Dad so you decided to get the whole gossip from him without him suspecting anything.

"You know what? Tell me more about this Admiral Simpson. Get it out of your chest." You encouraged him as you leaned closer to listen more carefully. He didn't seem to realize what you were doing so he continued to speak ill about your Dad the whole night.

There were times that you agreed with what he said since your dad was a bit annoying, and there were times that you'd laugh at their experiences during their training. Overall, the night became less boring when Bradley stepped in.

"So, this is it, huh? When can I see you again?" He asks as he leans his arm beside your waist, his height towering over your seated figure.

You tilted your head as you smiled at him. "I think we'll be seeing each other more often, Bradley. You can count on it." You winked at him before pushing him away gently by his chest, leaving the bar and leaving him wanting more.

The next day, you decided to spend the rest of your day at your dad's office since you just got off of work and The Hard Deck was still closed. "You could've just stayed home, (Y/N)." Your dad says as he busies himself with his paperwork.

You sat on his guest couch as you reached for the hidden stash of fashion magazines underneath his wooden center table. "It's too boring at home, dad. I promise to be on my best behavior here." You replied as you flipped the colorful pages of the magazines.

"You better be." He adds before he calls his assistant. "Yes, sir?"

"Call Lieutenant Bradshaw and Lieutenant Seresin to my office."

The assistant then leaves as you looked at your dad. "Are they gonna be here for long, dad?"

He looks up at you for a brief second before he flips the pages of his paperwork. "No, I just have to tell them something. I don't want to hear any word from you over there, am I clear?"

You rolled your eyes as you grinned wickedly, giving your dad a small salute. "Yes, sir."

As you scanned the pages of your magazine, you found an interesting read about bags, practically hiding half of your face with your magazine. You heard the door open as you saw two large figures enter the room through your peripheral vision.

"Well, gentlemen. I just want to tell you that you have done a good job on this mission," You heard your dad say as you continued to read, not minding their praise stories about some mission.

"And of course, there will be another special training detachment that both of you and the rest of the Dagger Team will execute. It will take place 3 weeks from now and I'll have Maverick relay the rest of the details of this mission. For now, I want both of you to lead the team in exercises."

"Yes, sir!" They replied in unison, making you look up at them in irritation.

Your irritation suddenly turned into fascination as you saw who it was. Bradley. He was standing upright and proper in front of your father on his flight suit. You grinned as you closed the magazine you were reading, propping your head on your hand as you crossed your legs in the process.

Oh, how you couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he notices you. As your father dismissed them, they turned in your direction to head to the door and Bradley stopped in his tracks when he spotted you.

You swiftly glanced at your dad who was currently busy signing his paperwork before turning your eyes toward him again as you waved at him and gave him a smile. A flash of realization washed over him as he walked out of the office with heavy footsteps.

Bradley looked like he had seen a ghost as he walked away from the Admiral's office. "Hey, Bradshaw. What's wrong with you?" Hangman asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Instead of answering, Bradley only shakes his head before he continues to walk away from Hangman. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe that he was talking shit about the Admiral to the person who turned out to be his superior officer's daughter.

He mentally punched himself as he headed to the ready room before slumping himself on the couch to sulk the whole afternoon. The last thing he wanted was to ruin his career by dallying with an Admiral's daughter.

You, on the other hand, asked permission from your Dad to go out and get some fresh air. You actually just wanted to roam the corridors and explore the whole base without your dad appointing someone to chaperone you all throughout your exploration.

You still grinned at Bradley's reaction when he saw you at your dad's office. Where could he be right now? You thought, peeking at every room you passed by, hoping to see him at least.

You saw a room in the corner with a half-opened door. You headed straight to it before peeking inside. Your lips curled up in a smile as you quietly pushed the door open upon realizing who was in the room.

"So, Lieutenant Bradshaw, huh?" You spoke as you closed the door behind you, making him get up from the couch as he looks at you in shock.

"What are you doing here?"

You placed a hand on your chest and acted as if you were offended by his question. "What am I doing here? Am I not allowed to visit a friend?" With your emphasis on friend, he cleared his throat before he stood from the couch.

"Look, last night was a mistake. I didn't mean all of that." He stutters as you make your way toward him slowly with your arms crossed on your chest.

"Even the part that you found me pretty?"You whined, making him sigh in return as you giggled at his reaction. "We both know that it wasn't a mistake, but don't worry. I won't tell on you," You added as you took some steps back to lean on the door to block the exit.

"Good. Because that won't happen again." He says as he walks in your direction. You stood your ground on the door as you continued to stare at his towering figure.

"You're leaving? So soon?" You knitted your eyebrows together as you looked up at him with an innocent doe-eyed look.

Bradley sighs in frustration as he ran his hand through his hair. "Please move away from the door, miss." He says, making you pout at the sudden honorifics.

You sighed as you trailed your hand up his chest, tracing your fingers on the patches of his fight suit as he looked at you with dark, brooding eyes. "Why don't you make me, Lieutenant?"

He closed his eyes as he clenched his jaw before grabbing your wandering hand on his chest. "It's best if you leave me alone, miss. It would be better for the both of us." He says before pushing you gently aside as he hurriedly exits the room.

It has been like that for months. Bradley ignoring you and you trying to get his attention. You would even show up in your dad's office in a sundress on a daily basis, the ones that your dad had claimed "had a shortage of fabric", but you didn't care. The moment Bradley saw you on it, you knew how it affected him since he couldn't take his eyes off you when you roamed around the base.

It was starting to frustrate you when you couldn't get him to look at you or even talk to you. Sometimes, you'd even follow him around just to coax a reaction from him or get him to talk, but he always acted like you weren't there.

One day, you've decided that you've had enough of his indifference and devised a plan to corner him.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, Admiral's office, now." Bradley heard the assistant say as he leaves the ready room to head to the Admiral's office. When he arrived, the door was wide open, and he proceeded to enter the room.

He sat on the chair in front of the Admiral's table. The Admiral wasn't there or in any corner of his office. His brows knitted in confusion before he heard the door close and the lock click. He turned back and saw you walking towards him with a sultry smile.

"The Admiral's not here. He's on sick leave, but I promised to take care of things that I can handle." You said, moving your dad's name plaque to the side before hopping to sit on the table as you crossed your legs, revealing an ample amount of skin in Bradley's view.

"Why did you call me here? Do you have any idea what you're doing?"He stands as he glanced at the door as if he was afraid of someone walking in on both of you.

"Relax, I locked it." You giggled. "Besides, what do you think I'm doing? I called you here to ask you about something," You tilted your head at him. "Unless you thought---" Bradley quickly cut your words off with his.

"I wasn't thinking that!" He retorted almost too quickly.

You sighed before waving your hand in front of his face to dismiss the unruly topic. "Enough of that. Why have you been ignoring me, Bradley? I've been talking to you for months now but you're always acting like I'm not there."

"I'm not obligated to talk to you, miss." He replies curtly, making you gasp.

"After all we've been through--"

"We've been through nothing, okay? Because we were never friends nor lovers. I don't know what you've planted in your mind to make you even think that we had something." He said. You hopped off the table as you took a step closer to him.

"You know what? You're such a jerk." You spat before leaving the room in a haste, heading home to drown yourself in tears and in vodka.

Bradley stood there as he composed himself, internally applauding himself for holding himself back and mentally punching himself for saying those things to you.

These past few months, Bradley had been trying to avoid you since he didn't want to spark an issue that he was interested in an Admiral's daughter. Even with your advances towards him, he was holding on to his patience for dear life not to drag you inside of a room and ravish you.

He just couldn't, he can't risk his career for this. Knowing Admiral Simpson's character, he personally wouldn't let it slide if he found out about Bradley's feelings for his daughter. Keeping that in mind gave him somewhat of a reason not to even touch a single strand of your hair.

Two weeks passed and Bradley's mind was a mess. You stopped coming over to your Dad's office and you weren't at the bar, too. He started to wonder where you might be. His wonders managed to get in the way of his training as well and it caught Maverick's attention.

He approached Bradley who was sitting on the couch with his head on both of his palms. "Hey, Brad. Talk to me. What's going on with you?" Maverick sits beside him as he places his hand on Bradley's back.

"I'm fine, Mav. Don't worry about it." He says, running both of his hands through his hair before burying his face in his palms again.

"I wouldn't be asking if you are. You've been distracted during training for a while now. Talk to me, what's going on?"

Bradley sighs. "I...I kind of got involved with someone."

Maverick's eyes widened. "You got someone pregnant?"

"No, I didn't. God, Mav." Bradley groans as Maverick sighs in relief. "Oh, thank god. Then who did you got involved with?"

"(Y/N)."

"Well, she seems to be a nice girl. What's the problem?"

"Well, the problem is, she's Admiral Simpson's daughter. I can't get involved with an Admiral's daughter."

To Bradley's surprise, Maverick burst out laughing. Bradley looked at him in confusion. "You know, you might not be my son, but you sure take after me, too."

"What does that mean?"

Maverick calms himself before speaking. "Well, back in my prime, I was involved with an Admiral's daughter, too. It didn't get me in any sort of trouble like what you currently have in mind, but it did appear on my record."

"Your point is?"

Maverick taps Bradley's shoulder. "The point is, you might be worrying for nothing. It's not like you have plans on hurting the Admiral's daughter, right?"

Bradley shakes his head in response. "I don't, but it can hurt my career, Mav."

"Well then, you pick. Pursue the girl with clean intentions and be happy with her or be a mess like this forever and be the one to hurt your career because you wouldn't be able to think straight anymore."

"Are you saying I should risk it?"

"Well, if you're fine with waiting for 30 years to take her dad out of the picture, then don't risk it."

Bradley chuckles. "30 years? Who the hell waits that long, Mav?"

Maverick shrugged. "I did." Bradley leans back in surprise. "You know who the Admiral's daughter is?"

"No way.."

"That's right, It's Penny Benjamin." Maverick smiles to himself as he looks at Bradley.

"There's no way I'm going to wait that long, Mav." Bradley stands from his seat as Maverick did, too. "Go for it, son." He tapped Bradley's shoulder before Bradley ran out of the ready room, thinking about the places you might be at the moment.

Good thing he knew just where to look.

You brushed your hair as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Was I not attractive enough? You thought. You didn't really know what to think at the moment. You did everything in your power to get him, but he didn't want to.

You sighed as you rolled your eyes and thought that it was his loss anyway. While you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a loud thump on your balcony as you were brushing your hair.

You quickly grabbed something random from your dresser as you stood up, making your way toward the curtained balcony. You gasped in horror when a tall, broad, hooded man pushed the curtains aside and made himself known before you.

You threw the thing you were holding toward him, which turned out to be a wooden hairbrush, that hit him on the head. "Ow, what was that for?" The mysterious man winced in pain.

Your brows creased in confusion. That voice, it's familiar.

"W-Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?!"You asked, grabbing your unplugged hair straightener as you pointed it at him. The man pushed his hoodie back and revealed who he was.

It was Bradley.

However, since you were still furious with him, you threw the thing you were holding at him anyway. This time, he was able to dodge it as he looked at you with a baffled expression. "What the hell are you doing in my room and how did you even get past the guards?"

Bradley shrugged. "I have my ways," He took a step closer as he sighed. "I'm here to talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about, okay? You made it perfectly clear that I meant nothing to you---"

"Okay, I didn't mean it, okay? I didn't mean all of it. I just...I was scared that maybe you're just flirting with me and I didn't want to risk my career for nothing, but I really can't stop thinking about you. You keep messing with my head and--"

You crossed your arms, leaning beside the intercom in your room. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

Bradley sighed as he pointed at the balcony. "I think I've proven myself well enough, considering the fact that I could've died down there in the hands of your guards."

"It's not my fault you snuck in like a thief," You said as you pushed yourself away from the wall, making your way toward him. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?" You added, trailing your hand up his chest to his nape, making him look down at you.

"Well, I..uh..I want to ask you out on a date.." He mindlessly said as he drowned himself in your eyes. God, you were beautiful. He thought.

"That was the lamest thing I've ever heard." You giggled before pulling him in for a deep kiss. He pulled you in, gripping your waist for dear life.

The kiss was passionate and all that both of you didn't notice that the door suddenly opened, revealing your dad and his fuming disposition. You immediately broke the kiss and gently pushed Bradley away as both of you composed yourselves.

"What. is. the. meaning. of. this?!"

Your eyes widened at your dad's exasperated question as you looked at Bradley. "I must've accidentally pressed the intercom button earlier."

"It's okay, I'll talk to him." He gave you a small smile before you sighed and cursed yourself.

"You, young man. Out. You're going to explain yourself in detail how and why the hell are you in my house and why on earth would you even dare touch my daughter." Bradley nodded slightly as he walked towards the door.

"Dad--"

"You stay out of this, (Y/N). I'll talk to you later." Your dad said with finality in his voice, slamming your door shut.

You sighed as you bit your lip, remembering the kiss from earlier,

What an idiot, he could've just went straight to the entrance and talked to your dad. Instead, he settled with the thought of sneaking in the Admiral's home; worse, inside the Admiral's daughter's room and was caught red-handed.

You smiled at his idiotic ways and laid in your bed, thinking about what could happen to Bradley.

Surely, he wouldn't be subjected to any torture or any sorts of punishment.

This arrangement was bound to happen anyway whichever ways he could have done it.

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More Than A Bet: Eddie Munson

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request: Hi! Can you do a Eddie x Fem!Reader? Reader dating Eddie because of a bet, and Eddie finds out. Then the reader realizes that she has feelings for Eddie and fights for Eddie's love again. Maybe some jealous!Reader? Have a nice day/night! 🤍

How could you be so stupid? Taking a bet to date Eddie "The Freak" Munson was by far the stupid thing you could've done in your life because not only did you hurt him but you hurt yourself in the process because despite his reputation, Eddie was a sweetheart and you hated yourself every day for taking apart of this bet.

The bet you ask: Date Eddie Munson for at least three months and take him to the homecoming dance for Erica's signed Christian Slater poster, and if you didn't last she would get a pair of your shoes she had been dying to have.

You were planning on scrapping the bet altogether and just letting Erica have the damn shoes all just so you didn't have to hurt Eddie.

"Sweetheart, are you listening?" Eddie asked noticing how zoned out you were.

"Yeah sorry just have a lot on my mind." You said giving a soft but fake smile.

"Anything I can help you with?" He asked lacing his hand with yours making your heart hurt even more.

"No, but a kiss might." You said as he happily placed a kiss on his lips much to the dismay of the group.

Erica had been watching the whole ordeal and was fuming because she didn't think you would actually last this long in the bet and more so be in love with Eddie because she had been in love with Eddie but would never risk her reputation to date him. So she came up with a plan to make her win the bet and make you look terrible in Eddie's eyes.

You had just entered the auditorium prepared to help Eddie set up for Hellfire Club when you walked in and saw Erica of all people talking to Eddie making you confused as to why she was here but then panic set in that she could tell him at any moment.

"Hi, Eds, Erica what are you doing here?" You asked hesistantly.

"Oh I was just asking Eddie here if he would like to go to the homecoming dance with me, you know someone honest." She said glaring at you.

"Why would he go with you when he's already got plans with me?" You asked her confused.

"I know and I was just telling her that sweetheart, I promise." Eddie said looking at you clearly uncomfortable.

"Well, I think Eddie deserves to know the truth about homecoming? Don't you think?" She asked as you realized what she was doing.

"What's she talking about sweetheart?" He asked looking at you.

"Nothing Eddie, we can talk about it later in private." You said hoping he would drop the conversation.

"You see Eddie, your sweet and loving girlfriend here has been lying to you for the past three months...she made a bet with that she could last three months dating Eddie the freak Munson and take him to homecoming for my signed Christian Slater poster." Erica said pinning it all on you as Eddie looked at you hurt.

"Is it true?" He asked looking at you and when you didn't say anything he stormed out of the room.

"Eddie! Eddie wait!" You called out after him.

"I was just some fucking bet for a godamn Christian slater poster? This whole time?! I thought you were different." He said to you as you could see his heart breaking.

"I didn't care about the poster! I cared about you!" You said as your voice cracked.

"You know I thought you were different, guess I was wrong." He said walking off and leaving you standing there with tears falling down your face because you really did care about him.

For the next week, you tried to talk to Eddie but you were turned away by his group and you couldn't even stomach being associated with yours anymore so you either skipped lunch or ate in your car while crying that you screwed up the most amazing thing in your life.

You didn't even want to go to homecoming after everything, but your mom was happy with how your dress turned out so you went but stopped by Eddie's trailer first and was greeted by his uncle.

"Eddie just left.." He said unsure of how to handle this situation.

"I know he doesn't want to see me but could you make sure he gets this?" You asked quietly handing the guitar that Eddie had been wanting for weeks.

"Of course dear." He said taking the guitar from you.

You walked into the gym and your eyes immediately landed on Eddie and Erica but all you could focus on was Eddie and how handsome he looked and how that should be you. You turned on your heel and left because everything made sense now, Erica had feelings for Eddie this whole time and just used you as a pawn to get to him.

You were at the park just lazy swinging trying to figure out to get Eddie to talk to you again, when you heard footsteps approaching you making you look up and see the very man walking towards you so you stood up prepared to leave.

"Please don't go. I need to talk to you." He said as you nodded and walked over to the picnic table.

"So I went with Erica and what a huge mistake that was...I felt so weird in that suit and then she started saying how in love with me she was but then started saying that if we were together I would have to follow all these rules and we couldn't be seen together." He said.

"Yeah well, she's an idiot. She doesn't know how to appreciate you the way you are." You said shriving a bit.

"Well, then she told me that the bet was her whole idea and that you were against it from the start and tried to pull out of it multiple times because you had fallen for me. But what really did was when I got home and saw that guitar I had been saving up for weeks sitting on the couch with the most heartfelt note I've ever read." He said placing his jacket on your shoulders.

"I'm sorry Eddie, I really am. I didn't want to do it but unfortunately, my competitiveness got the best of me which is no excuse but I got to know you, and what an absolute sweetheart you are and I hate myself every day for ruining it because I really did care for you." You said.

"It's alright sweetheart, I'm willing to start over if you are because I'm just as crazy about you." He said looking at you.

"You mean that?" You asked him.

"More than you know. In fact, I believe you owe me a dance m'lady?" He said standing up and offering you his hand as you happily took it.

"And just so you know you can't buy your way out every time you do something wrong." He said making you laugh as you look up at him.

"I know but this technically doesn't count because I thought I never speak or see you again." You said.

"Okay you got me there sweetheart but I still love it and you." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"I love you too Eds." You said smiling at him as you two continued to sway against the moonlight.

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