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#what do you mean it would not be realistic if almost everyone was in the aspec :(
lightpinklightning · 1 year
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the urge to write a fanfic abt the marauders and make literally everyone aspec and focus on all of the platonic relationships?? not that i've ever written a fanfic before and i have no clue about plot or anything and i'm 99% i will never do it but... it's an idea i guess...
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earthtooz · 9 months
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x : CHANGE YOUR MIND ! :*+゚
in which: it's 2 am and itoshi sae is outside your door, hoping for a second chance.
warnings: 1.2k words, angst to fluff with hurt/comfort, happy ending, exes to lovers, not at all realistic but it's itoshi sae ok and we're delusional, ooc!sae
a/n: second second chance romance fic for sae LOL he's just too easy to write for when it comes to exes to lovers. idk why the banner is so low quality but enjoy!
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you wonder where itoshi sae finds the nerve. after breaking up with you six months ago ‘for the sake of his career’, you never thought sae would have the gall to show up at your apartment, let alone at 2am, rudely disrupting your sleep.
yet, here he is. a soccer prodigy and superstar in the flesh, standing under the harsh lighting of your apartment hallway that always casts an ugly glow on everyone except sae.
“what are you doing here?” you ask, gripping the door handle a little tighter.
“i just got off the plane,” he answers, evading your question. 
“i know. i can see your suitcases.”
he doesn’t say anything more after that. before the breakup, you were able to read the untouchable itoshi sae, translating his stiff silences into words he could never say but wholeheartedly mean, breaking through his ego to then understand the messages of his heart. he only hopes that you can interpret the one he’s brought to you right now.
“can i come in?” asks the athlete, his question shy and lacking the usual demand that sits in his tone.
still, you furrow your eyebrows and stand your ground. “why on earth would i let you in?”
softness is a weapon that itoshi sae owns. he knows that with his typical hardened exterior the best way he can get through people sometimes is with pliability. even you have fallen for it.
he frowns, “because i’m tired and i want to sleep.”
“don’t you have your own five star hotel that your manager booked for you?” 
“can i just come in?”
the nerve. “itoshi, please leave.”
“i will, i will, but will you hear me out first?”
“what could you possibly have to say that you didn’t befo-”
“-i love you.”
the world stills.
the air around you becomes delicate and you’re too scared to breathe in fear of disrupting the silence, but it feels like the floor beneath you just crumbled and you’re falling through the debris. you’re falling and the only thing you can do is search for sae in the chaos. 
but you don’t hold on to him. no, not this time.
“that’s not fair, that’s not fair at all, sae, you can’t-” a sob tears your words apart, “-you can’t break my heart then come back six months later to tell me that you apparently love me, do you know how hard it was for me to just- ugh!”
in a fit of exasperation, you leave your post at the door and retreat back into your apartment. sae quietly slips through the crack you left open, closing the door with a soft click and you don’t even have the energy to chase him out. he even left his suitcases outside- not that anyone would take them at 4 in the morning. 
“you left me so abruptly and carelessly. we were together for almost a year, sae, yet you threw me aside, called me a burden and moved on with a snap of your fingers! was it easy? moving on like that?” 
instead of flinching at your yelling, sae simply stands at the entrance and accepts it, letting your words prick his skin and sink into him as if would make up for the pain you’ve been bathing in. 
“do you know what that did to me?” your voice is quiet now, turned down a few notches. 
he knows. he knows that you’ve been trying to get over it and not let the breakup impact your life too much, despite what he did. you’ve been going out with friends, treating yourself to everything you deserve, and finding a peace that he’s proud of you for. but sae also knows about the many nights you’ve spent crying and being sensitive to loving again, he hears about all of it from rin who lectured him when he first broke up with you and most likely, will lecture him again when he hears about sae’s unplanned visit.
sae was stupid and naive, but you were the first person he ever loved, and the world is colourless without your splash of influence. 
sae knows he shouldn’t be here existing in your space after everything, however, the instant he stepped off the plane, the first thing his heart wanted was to see one of the few things he loves about japan, you. 
“-so, please, just leave me alone and don’t come back,” you request.
the last thing sae is good at is following instructions, especially ones he doesn’t like.
“but, i love you,” he tries again. you fall to the couch with a defeated sigh, his persistence impaling your heart. 
“stop it.”
somehow, he’s now standing beside you. “do you still love me too?”
“sae-”
“-if you don’t love me anymore i’ll leave.”
with your head in your hands, you lie to him, “i don’t want you to stay either way.”
“another chance, i’ll make it right, i’ll fix it with my life, y/n, just please say you love me too.” 
“you’ll hurt me again.”
“i won’t,” he falls down onto the couch beside you, enveloping you with his frame. “i’ll be good and you can kill me if i’m not.”
you laugh. it’s dry and reserved, but you’re laughing and he begins rocking you side to side. “i don’t want to kill you.”
“rin will, then.”
you take your face out of your hands, looking at him properly for the first time since he arrived. “i-i don’t know, sae. you’ll leave again when you decide that you don’t want me.”
he doesn’t know how to tell you that whilst abroad, all he could think about was you. that during the mundane chores, the tedious trips to and from training, and all the times that he had won a match, he was thinking about you. 
he thought about you in the music he played whilst cleaning, he thought about taking you to a restaurant he saw whilst on the way, and his thoughts about you are loudest when he has a medal around his neck yet all he wants to know is whether or not you’re watching.
but you’re not beside him singing along whilst he was mopping his floors, you weren’t there in his car pointing out every fun detail you saw, and he didn’t even know if you wanted anything to do with soccer after what him. 
everytime, the yearning for you would grow, to the point that it lead him here when he should have gone to the hotel to wash up and sleep off the tiring trip instead.
but sitting here now and looking at your tear-stained face, he knows he’ll always prefer you- he’ll always find and choose you, so long as you let him. 
“give me another chance,” and i’ll show you that i’ll never leave again.
“fine,” you surrender after a moment of silence and sae feels like he could jump to the moon. “but we take things slow-”
“-i love you,” he repeats, grabbing your face and pushing you down on the couch, peppering an endless stream of kisses on your skin. sae’s outburst of affection and happiness is uncharacteristic but contagious. “i love you, i love you, i love you.”
between each declaration is sae kissing a new part of your face, showering your cheeks, forehead, nose- everywhere with unbridled adoration that he has been keeping locked up for too long. you’re real between his hands, you’re real in his hold, you’re real beneath him, and he doesn’t want this dream to end. his kisses feel like healing promises and you melt right into them. 
“i get it!” you giggle out, hands on his shoulders as to wrestle him off. “you don’t need to keep telling me, and promise me that we’re going to take it slow-”
a cold tear slides down your cheek, silencing your giggles. it’s not you who’s crying though, so you hug sae a little tighter.
something tells you that this second chance won’t backfire.
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chvnmax · 1 month
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Hi! Can you write something about reading not being Korean? Like, would they like to date someone from other country, if they like their accent… thank you
Notes: I love this request omg, thank you for submitting it. I think about this,,,, often. LMAO
Warnings: None
skz + dating someone who isn't Korean
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Bang Chan:
Yes, absolutely would date a foreigner. I don't even think it would matter where they would from - this man is so open minded it's insane. I think he'd be open to dating whomever, from wherever, but I think he'd adore it if the person he dated was from Australia. It'd probably be a sort of reminder of home, another reason to appreciate where he's from - another reason to go visit more often. I just think it would be so fun for him. You know how his and Lix's accents get stronger when they're together? Could you imagine him dating someone Australian and the boys being around when they're together? Only Felix would be able to tell what they're talking about lolol. Ugh I love this man. One chance Chan, please. I beg.
Lee Minho:
Mm, I don't know with this one. I think if he were to (realistically) date someone who isn't Korean it would probably be someone from Japan given he's pretty fluent and comfortable there. I don't think he'd shut down the idea of dating someone who isn't Korean, I just think it would be a little bit of struggle if the person's first language is English. Man has. struggles lol. But I think he'd be open to the idea! I think it would be extremely confusing for him (but in a funny haha way) if he dated an American per say, who speaks English but uses different terms than Chris and Felix due to being from different countries with different slang lol.
Seo Changbin:
Weirdly enough I think he'd be super open to it, albeit like. hesitantly. I think he'd enjoy the experience and find it enthralling almost? He seems like the type to just - date someone if they fit right for him, regardless of race or whatever. If he clicks with someone then he's jumping in for the ride, so.
Hwang Hyunjin:
I think he'd be open to dating someone who isn't Korean, yeah! I think it would be a funny experience given; Him saying he's learning English more and more but it's confusing because there's words that are the same spelling but mean different things. Which would in turn lead to situations like this: You, outside, walking around Seoul let's say, and you being like "Dude I'm so hot, it's insane." And him going "Mhm, mhm. You are, yes." And you turning, literally dripping in sweat and being like "Bruh I am sweating balls right now what the fuck are you talking about" LOL
Han Jisung:
Absolutely. Like with Changbin I think he'd date whoever clicks with him the best. (*cough* Minho) I think he'd be the one who'd adore different accents/dialects if you're primarily an English speaker. If you're from England he'd be all up on that accent; If you're from the Southern US he'd start pickin' up on that sweet Southern Auntie drawl; If you're from the Midwest he'd start making the long 'A' sound in the word 'Bag' ugh. Precious man just picks up habits and shit from everyone, he'd definitely do it with you too.
Lee Felix:
Again, absolutely. Like with Chan, I think he'd adore being with someone from Australia, but I believe he'd be more open to dating someone from anywhere around the globe. Man can also speak so many languages?? It's kind of crazy, holy shit. I don't know a lick of French but I need him to say random shit to me so I can drool fr. However I also think he'd find it fun to date someone from America; someone who uses different slang/terms, someone who has a totally different accent. I think he'd find it fun to mimic them and fight over if 'tomahtoes' or 'tomaytoes' is the right way to say it.
Kim Seungmin:
Again, again - absolutely. (Maybe that's just me hoping. Hi Mongmong, if you're reading this it's your future wife.) I think he'd be super open to dating a non-Korean person. He seems like the type of boyfriend material to enjoy bringing you to Seoul to travel around the city and do a little vacation for you but daily life for him. He'd enjoy showing you around and being like "and here's where i eat all the time, it's so great, 10/10 restaurant" and ugh. I love him your honor.
Yang Jeongin:
Mm, I think out of all of the boys Jeongin would be the least open to it. Not completely closed off, I just think it'd be a bit of a struggle for him. Not even like - language barrier wise, just the distance and the experience of,, like not having 'young love' and whatever because he went into being an idol when he was so young. I think he'd rather his first relationship be someone who's around, someone he can be super familiar and comfortable with, y'know? Maybe in the future, though!
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disneyprincemuke · 6 months
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to forget you * cl16
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you avoided alcohol to forget the likes of charles, but he coped by drowning himself in the very same thing that reminded him of you
pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader
warnings: mention of alcohol, borderline alcoholism
notes: omGgGg i loVED THIS!! i can’t wait to post the last part hehe it’s gonna be greAt!! my ask is open for requests, btw, so please go ahead! <3
(i quit drinking) // (to forget you) // (you called)
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charles nurses the glass of scotch on the table, elbow propped up on the kitchen island with his shoulders slumped. he’s wiping off the droplets of condensation on the side to keep his thoughts minimal.
“you’re drinking awfully slow tonight,” pierre teases across the island, raising an eyebrow cautiously at his friend. “something wrong?”
charles looks up, meeting his eyes. he tilts his head and narrows his eyes down. is it really that obvious? “what do you mean?”
pierre’s eyes trail down to the glass. it’s just as full as it was 20 minutes ago when he poured it for charles. charles follows his gaze and internally sighs.
of course, it’s odd that he’s only taking sips of his drink. ever since you both came to the conclusion of your split, he’s been drinking his nights away. excessively.
though, it wasn’t even a drastic change from his routine. he is always drinking; be it with his friends or team. the reason he’s drowning himself in alcohol has changed drastically over the past few weeks. he’s no longer drinking for the fun of it.
he’s drinking to forget you — the way he would watch your back rise and fall every morning, how your bare back felt against his chest, how you would sit up with the blankets loosely draped over your body when he comes in with coffee.
he’s desperately trying to forget the sound of your voice in the morning and the way your lips felt against his skin. nothing he does seems to be enough.
about a week after, in the middle of drinks with carlos, he had imagined you with other guys. making you bubble up in your contagious laughter, the skin by your eyes crinkling when you smile and how your nose scrunches up when you speak.
he threw up right after that.
realistically, he can’t handle the thought of you with someone else. he doesn’t even want to think about the possibility that you never liked him as much as you said you did.
how can something filled with so much passion and fire just burn out so quick?
he falls asleep every night with your name on his tongue, muttering about how much he misses you. his sober self isn’t aware but half the grid is aware of the break up from all his drunken whispers with himself when he thinks nobody is listening.
everybody doesn’t bring it up, simply because he doesn’t.
he wakes up in the morning, hands patting the empty side of the bed searching for your presence. in the middle of the night, he pulls the blankets tighter over his body as if you were there wrestling him for it.
“is something wrong? you never turn scotch down,” pierre laughs, pointing at this drink knowingly. but the worried stint in his eye almost makes charles roll his eyes. it’s the same damn thing he sees from everyone else who has a slight idea of the break up. “you’re not well?”
charles shakes his head. he licks his lips and bit down on his bottom lip. he’s not sure why he doesn’t feel the need to drink either.
the alcohol didn’t make missing you any easier. if anything, it’s made it all the more harder. with every sip, he just found himself missing you more, fingertips dancing above his screen as he ponders if you’d pick up if he called.
there was something about the hollow and yearning feeling in his chest that he strangely likes. maybe it’s the karma for jumping person to person.
sure, charles leclerc is known for moving on faster than the average person. however, there was something different about the pain moving away from a 5 month relationship.
he still has the hairtie you’d unknowingly left on his bathroom sink. in a hangover once, he dragged his feet across his apartment and caught sight of it unexpectedly.
he broke down in a crying and sputtering mess before he passed out by the edge of the bed. he woke up muttering your name again.
“is it the breakup?”
charles looks up again, almost appalled at the assumption. pierre is right, of course, but is it not such an outrageous guess out of nowhere?
he can’t possibly push pierre away as well while he’s in this break up blue. his sadness is so strong and it’s not like he is quiet about it. he’s heard that it’s started to get dangerously contagious with alcohol in the mix.
charles notices the fewer invitations he’s gotten to grab drinks. which is why he’s not particularly surprised, or offended, that max had left him out of the house party he’s throwing over the summer break.
so he just shrugs. he’s not sure he’s ever going to be ready to admit that he truly felt for you despite the alcohol defining most of your relationship’s highs. “i think so.”
pierre just nods. he shoots charles a hesitant look, before turning back to the stove.
charles sighs audibly again, shoulders slumping even more. he looks at his phone sitting on the edge of the counter. it doesn’t light up like he expects it. it doesn’t even buzz.
fine, he thinks, i’ll drink.
just as charles lifts the glass from the counter, his phone lights up and start buzzing in the corner of his eye. he blinks once, making sure it’s not his delusions playing with him.
he hasn’t drank all that much, right?
“are you going to pick up the phone?” pierre asks, hand on his hip, glaring at charles from across the counter. he has a spatula in his hand, pointed directly at him.
charles now knows he shouldn’t have picked up his phone and looked at the caller id first. he should have just answered without hesitation.
with your picture taking up his entire screen with your name, he completely freezes. he’s staring down at it, still blinking to make sure it’s not one of his cruel dreams haunting him once more.
he takes a deep breath, sliding his finger across the screen. “hello?”
“oh, you picked up.”
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deathbecomesthem · 3 months
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You, Me, and Baby Make Three, Pt. 1
Pregnant!Reader x Partner!Eddie Munson | 3.9K
Summary: You and Eddie are at the end of your first pregnancy. Things take an unexpected turn. This story starts on day -3 to birth and will go through ~day 42 postpartum. It will be a realistic portrayal of first time parenthood.
Warnings: Pregnancy, blood, childbirth, pregnancy complications, gross body things that come along with childbirth and parenthood, financial insecurity, medical trauma, and all of the wonderful and terrible feelings that are a part of having a child. The good, the bad, and the very ugly. This story will have smut in the end. I'm only telling you this because I know that information sometimes means a person will otherwise not bother with a story. I should warn you, though - it will be an accurate portrayal of postpartum sex.
A/N: This is largely based on my own experiences as pregnant person and new parent. I'm writing and publishing this story without a whole lot of tidying of the story. It is what it is, and I'm very ok with that. Don't read this if you think it will trigger you in any way.
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Day -3 to 0
You can almost reach it. You got down on your hands and knees in front of the large stainless steel refrigerator before you really thought about it. It was just a small thing, reaching under the behemoth cooling machine to get the errant bagel that fell off the baking tray. You’ve done it, or something close to it, hundreds of times before. Except this time, you can’t lay flat on your belly to reach under and grab at it with the tips of your fingers. You’re wondering if you’re even going to be able to get up off the tile at this moment.
“What the fuck are you doing?” An annoyed voice asks. You can’t even find it in yourself to be embarrassed, only relieved that someone is here to help you up. “Whatever’s down there can stay there. Don’t need you going into labor over a danish.”
“A bagel,” you answer back. You reach your hands out and let Beth, the opening barista, help you to your feet. “I didn’t think about it. I know, it’s stupid.”
“Well, I’ll leave a note at the baking station. ‘You’re super pregnant, you idiot. Stay off the floor.’”
You cock your head to the side and roll your eyes. You hate this. You hate people treating you differently. No, it’s more than that - you hate that you need to be treated differently. It’s not right. It’s just not. You are still in this body, and you can take care of it yourself. It’s not right that everyone gets to have an opinion about what you do with it.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here. I have an appointment with the midwife this morning. I came in early, I’ll be gone for about an hour. You’ll have to hold it down til the other girls get in.” You’re hanging your flour dusted apron on the handle of the already cooling oven doors, not waiting for a response from Beth. 
“You know, you can just take the day -” Beth doesn’t get far before you cut her off.
“You know the fuck I cannot just take the day. I need every second of work I can get before this kid pops outta me.” You’re telling her while still making your way to the back door, grabbing your bag on the way.
“I can’t believe Eddie lets you work like this.” Beth gets her last jab in, earning her your middle finger before you slam the large metal door closed on your way through the door and into the parking lot. 
You consider your hip pain on the ride to your doctor. It’s been getting worse. Every part of your body is heavy, all of the time. You wish you could be done with spending 9 hours on your feet 5 days a week. Truly, would a few hundreds of dollars matter? Probably not. There isn’t enough money for what’s coming, that’s something you’re certain of. And Eddie.
Eddie. Your sweet man. Oh, he does worry, it’s all he does right now. It’s why he’s pulling 50 hours at the factory, delivering pizzas 4 nights a week, and still doing guitar lessons on Saturdays. You want to tell him that it’s too much, that you need him to be happy. You need him with you more, holding and caring for you. Except. Except that there’s a baby on the way, and what you need is as much cash as possible. This is how the world works.
Your legs feel heavier than when you left the cafe as you swing them out of your car in the parking lot of the midwife’s office. Today, your ankles feel like full balloons ready to pop. Your feet hurt, but not from standing on them - they hurt because they feel too big for your shoes. You try not to think about the last appointment, when your midwife told you to keep an eye on the swelling in your legs, and how you ignored the advice. What could you do? Tell your body to stop retaining so much water?
The empty waiting room is a blessing, you don’t even have time to waddle to one of the cold, plastic chairs that line the walls of the waiting room. No time to flip through the glossy paged parenting magazines. The nurse brings you right back. You turn your face away from the scale as it registers your weight, follow her back into one of the rooms at the far end of the office.
“Alright, get a gown on, and then open the door. I’ll come back for your blood pressure.” The nurse is making her way out before you even have a chance to respond. You undress clumsily. You can’t get used to the way your weight is distributed, every day something changes in you. Your body expands and makes space for the thing that’s growing, that’s sucking the nutrients from your blood. You’ve come to think of them, the baby, as a kind of parasite. An unkind thought that you’ve kept to yourself.
You tuck your bra and underwear beneath the maternity pants and oversized blouse, and waddle to leave the door open a crack to indicate you’re once again modest. As modest as you can be with the back of your gown open to anyone that might move behind you. The paper under your butt crinkles as you move your thighs around to try to get comfortable. The nurse is back, and you wonder if she was standing in the hallway waiting for you to be ready for her.
She pulls the cuff down from the wall, and wraps it around your arm. With a finger at your wrist, she pumps air into the cuff. And pumps. And pumps. And pumps until it starts to get painful, and you feel a vague sense of panic, as if your arm might break open at the pressure. She mercifully releases the air just as you're gearing up to tell her it’s too tight. You look at her face, feeling your own features relaxing, waiting for her to tell you the numbers that are meaningless to you. Her eyebrows are pinched together, the first sign of anything more than vague politeness and professionalism.
“Why don’t you lay back, let me get you a pillow.” She pats the paper covered table behind you, and pulls out the extension at the foot end. She pulls a pillow, covered in a similar paper to your gown and the table cover, and sets it down by your head. “Janice will be in very soon.”
You do as you’re told. You lay back. You think about the look on the nurse’s face, and start to feel small rumbles of concern surge through you. Your heavy belly sits in your eyesight, so that when the midwife comes in, you can only see her cheerful face. The prickling of panic fades when you see her. A 65 year old woman that has birthed a countless number of babies, a motherly figure you’ve come to trust, she guides you through the strange wilderness of pregnancy.
“How’s mom feeling today, hm?” She asks as she wheels over the backless stool to sit next to you. Unlike during a doctor’s visit, Janice likes to sit and talk to you before she begins her examination. She told you on your first visit with her that it lets her understand what she should be looking for. Today, though, she’s looking at your ankles, and testing the skin while she waits for your answer.
“Oh, I’m tired. My skin itches. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat.” You’re listing your usual complaints, and see Janice nodding along. Normal complaints. 
“How’s baby? Have we been keeping track of movements?” Janice looks at you, her hand still feeling around your lower leg. She’ll know if you’re lying, so you don’t even try.
“I mean, I haven’t kept notes or anything, but I feel like it’s moving around all the time. Just before you came in, I swear there was a dance party going on in there.” As if to reiterate your point, a movement could be seen across the top of your belly. An elbow? A knee? 
“Good, good. That’s what I like to hear.” Her words seem a little hollow, and you know she’s holding back something. “You’re very swollen, though. I’m more worried about mom than baby right now. Have you been keeping your feet up when you can?” Janice is already on her feet, and heading to the counter to pull out a pair of vinyl gloves.
“Well. Sure, when I can. I’m still working, but after work I try to keep them up. Eddie found a recliner a couple of months ago, did I tell you that? It rocks when it’s upright, good for the baby, he said. It’s been a godsend to have that thing.” You’re just talking now, but Janice is still nodding along with your words.
“That’s good. It helps to have a supportive daddy at home.” Janice sighs, and smiles. Her lips are a thin line, and you feel your muscles brace for impact, “your BP is pretty high today, and I don’t like the look of your ankles. Your urine sample was normal, though, so we might just be looking at a bad day.”
You don’t say anything. You’re trying to remember what that means. It’s in the book, the one that Wayne bought you as soon as he found out about the baby on the way. A potential complication, oh shit, what was it called. It could be really bad, you’re remembering - low birth weight, birth complications, postpartum seizures, fetal and mother death. Shit, shit, shit, what is it called -
“Just to be safe, we need to treat this like it’s toxemia. That means partial bed rest for the next few weeks. You can come in three days from now for a BP check. We have a wonderful OB that comes in once a week, and we can squeeze you in to see him.” You can hear Janice’s words, but you lack understanding. You pick out one bit, and ask,
“Partial bed rest? I can’t work?” You ask Janice’s back. She’s rifling around in the cabinet about the sink. She finds what she’s looking for, bringing out the measuring tape so that she can see the fundal height of the baby. She gives you the same tight lipped smile as before as she works the tape around your middle.
“No, you can’t work. I’m sorry. We’ll know more when you see the doctor. For now, you’re staying with your feet up unless you’re going to the bathroom.” Her voice is soft, but firm. No room for argument. 
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You hear the van pull up outside the trailer. It’s Wednesday, that means he’s home tonight, not driving around town delivering pizzas to the people of Hawkins. You hope he won’t notice the puffiness around your eyes, you cried for an hour after you stopped at the cafe to turn in your keys. You looked at the checkbook balance while you sat in your car and wondered how you’d be able to afford groceries by the end of the month. This wasn’t in the plan. 
“If you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world,” Eddie’s singing as he swings open the door, “tell her I’m sorry, tell her I need my baby!” He’s smiling and swinging his old lunch box. You can’t help but laugh at him, still dressed in his coveralls and hair pulled up in a ponytail. The hairnet and earplugs were left in the van, along with his safety glasses.
“You goon. Charlie Rich, huh? You’re edging closer to becoming Wayne’s twin every day.” 
Eddie comes over to you, and kisses your forehead, careful to not get his still grease stained hands on the chair. “Hello, beautiful. How are we doing tonight?”
“Mm, ok. I saw the midwife today.” You don’t like the way your voice sounds. You’ve thought about how to tell Eddie this news, and have decided that ripping the bandaid off is the best approach. No point in trying to soften things, especially if it ends up being serious. 
“And?” Eddie asks, looking down at you with expectation.
“And, go wash up.” You tell him, “we’ll talk over frozen pizza.”
You click the knobs on the oven to let it heat up. You decide to throw together a salad - just some iceberg, tomato, and cucumbers - as an attempt to get some vegetables into Eddie’s system. You try not to think about how you’re supposed to be keeping your feet up right now. Unless I’m going to the bathroom, you think. You shake your head and chop up a tomato. What an unreasonable expectation. 
You see the way his lips jut into a small and concerned frown, but he doesn’t say anything else. He just makes his way down the hallway to take his after work shower. You’re surprised to find that your legs feel even heavier now that you’ve spent the last several hours reclined on your chair. Eddie found the chair at an estate sale, and it’s been a godsend. It keeps you upright enough to ease your heartburn, you sleep better in the chair than your own bed these days.
Eddie’s back, smelling of Irish Spring and fabric softener, just as you’re putting the pizza into the oven. He walks up behind you as you shut the oven door, and wraps his hands around your belly. The baby, Eddie’s sure that it’s a boy, moves around as if to get its father’s attention. 
“He’s really movin’ in there.” Eddie’s rocking you back and forth, slowly. You close your eyes and lean your head back into his chest. If you could live your life between his arms, you would do it. This is your home.
“Yeah, ready to make a break for it.” You tell him. You turn the dial timer to 15 minutes, and say, “the midwife says the baby’s fully cooked now. Just putting on some extra weight. I could give birth tomorrow, and it’d be ok.”
“Oof, tomorrow? Let’s hope not.” Eddie kisses the top of your head and slaps your ass. “Go sit down, woman. I’ll bring you some lemonade.”
You do as you’re told, you waddle your way over to the lumpy couch and put your feet up. Eddie follows behind you at a much quicker pace, glass of lemonade in his hand. It’s sweating already, the ice can’t keep up with the warmth inside the trailer. You look over to the small air conditioner in the corner and wonder if it’s even worth running the thing. The space is too big, and it just adds more money to the electric bill. Eddie sits at the end of the couch, and hands you the lemonade before taking your feet and placing them on his lap.
“So. What are you not telling me?” He asks, working his thumb into the bottom of your foot. You sink lower, giving him better access to your sore feet. They’re so swollen tonight, you feel like your skin might burst.
“Don’t overreact,” you pick up your foot and point a toe at his face. He grabs it again, and sets it down on his lap. “My blood pressure was high. I’m on partial bed rest. I have to go see the OB in three days.”
Eddie hands freeze for a second, and then his thumb begins to work on your foot again while he absorbs the information you just gave to him. “What does that mean? Partial bed rest? Do they think you have - shit, what’s it called?”
“Toxemia. Yes, the midwife said maybe. But it’s ok, because we’re fully cooked,” you point two fingers at your swollen belly, reminding him that the child inside could come out at this very moment and be fine, if a little small. “We’ll know better in a couple of days. I just need to keep my feet up and keep track of any really bad headaches. But I haven’t had those. I really think it’s fine, Eddie. I just hate that I can’t work.”
“You should’ve stopped working a month ago,” he looks over to you with an expression of slight exasperation. This is not the first time this idea has come up between the two of you. “I told you, that’s why I started working at Gino’s. You do too much.”
“Stop. Do not lecture me, Eddie Munson. I’m fine. I’ll do what the midwife says, and lay on this couch, or in the bed, or in the recliner, until I can get this thing out of me.” 
“Yes, you fucking will. And no more making dinner. I’ll figure that shit out.” As if to put an exclamation on his statement, the kitchen buzzer goes off, and he’s up before you can even consider moving. “Stay.” He puts a hand out before making his way across the room and behind the counter that separates the living room from the kitchen. 
Day 0
Eddie took the day off of work. When he told you he was coming to your appointment with you, you had put up a fight. You had argued. You had gotten unreasonably annoyed at the idea that he thought you needed him there. The pain inside your skull, a sneaking thing that had begun to keep you up at night, beat a steady rhythm at the idea of Eddie seeing you in that vulnerable position. 
It’s so unfair. The days of bed rest have done nothing but steadily increase your irritation about everything. Your situation. The too warm trailer. The fact that you can’t make yourself anything more than a sandwich to eat, or Eddie will scold you like a child when he comes home after work. He’s like a detective, looking for any clues of potential bad behavior. The worst of it all, though, is that Mrs. Reynolds has been assigned to take care of you. The elderly woman that lives in the trailer between Wayne and the Johnsons comes down every day to bring you egg salad, or tuna noodle casserole, or whatever other concoction she’s decided is appropriate for the poor pregnant girl.
You had not expected Eddie to pull 10 hour shifts, followed by extra hours at Gino’s following the news of your bed rest - but you should have seen it coming. The financial anxiety is getting to him. Where you carry the weight of your unborn child, he carries the weight of expectation. You see it written all over his face, and no amount of reassurance that you’re fine, and you’ll be back to work in no time, eases the deepening creases on his beautiful face. 
This morning, you don’t think about that. You don’t think about the fear that he’s feeling. You ignore your own fear, and allow irritation to take over. That irritation gives you a sense of control, of power over a situation in which you have no authority. Your body is not your own, and its betrayal is something you can never forgive. Today, you will go see this doctor, and he will show you exactly how out of control you really are.
“Good morning. I’m Dr. Seiver.” A man about your age comes strolling into the exam room. He zeroes in on Eddie sitting in the chair beside the exam table and offers his hand. You fight against an urge to scoff. “Let’s take a look. Scoot down, please.”
You scoot down, holding onto the paper blanket that covers your naked lower half. Eddie’s seen your naked body many times before, but never like this. And, this doctor, Dr. Seiver, has probably seen hundreds of naked women. You wonder if he looks at the naked body of his lover with cold medical appraisal.
You look over and see Eddie’s eyes are wide, and you can feel your skin burn with embarrassment. He must have known that his insistence at being present for this appointment meant that he would watch a doctor stick his fingers into your vagina, but maybe not. You hadn’t prepared him beforehand, too annoyed to bother.
Speculum, vinyl gloves, and lubricant on two fingers, the doctor continues to talk with no preamble, “your blood pressure is more elevated than the other day, and I’m sorry to say that your urine dip this morning showed protein. So,” he’s looking over to Eddie now while his fingers dig deeper into your vagina until they hit a wall, “we need you to leave here and go straight to Mercy to be induced today. No need to risk it, not while you and baby are in good shape.”
The pain shocks you to your core, a deep ache that you are not at all prepared for. Tears flow down your cheeks, and you let out a small sob. Eddie’s hand is on your arm, and he’s looking at your face with confusion. The doctor is unaffected, and pulls his now bloody fingers out of you and says -
“That should get you going. I manually dilated your cervix, it will make this process go a lot quicker and maybe we won’t need to load you up with too much pitocin. Just head over to Mercy, the maternity ward is on the 4th floor.” The doctor is up on his feet, peeling bloody gloves off and disposing them into the red biohazard waste bin on the wall, “there are pantyliners in the top drawer over here, you might bleed for a little while.”
And just like that, the doctor was gone, leaving you with your legs spread on the table and tears streaming down your face. You’re going to have a baby today. You turn to look at Eddie, his hand is still clenching your arm. He’s pale, the blood drained from his face completely. You would swear that the lines of his face are even deeper than they were when you got in the car this morning. You wipe your face with your free hand, and sit up.
“Ed, come on.” You’re suddenly anxious to get moving. Get on the road, and into a hospital bed. Let the professionals take over. “It’s ok. Why don’t we call Wayne on the way out. He can meet us at the hospital.”
Eddie stands up, helps you to your feet. You see him sway a little bit and wonder if it was the sight of your blood that did this to him, or if it’s the thought that this baby is actually real and he’ll be holding it in his arms in less than 24 hours.
“I, uh, are you ok? That guy was an absolute asshole,” Eddie’s helping you get your clothes back on. He helps you with your jeans, and then sits you in the chair and starts working on getting your shoes on your feet. You are overwhelmed with love for him, bent down on his knees in front of you, jaw clenched in anger and frustration at the way you’ve been treated today. 
“I’m ok. I’m glad you’re here, baby. I’m sorry I was such a bitch about you coming.” 
Arm in arm, the two of you walk through the hallways and through the front door of the medical building. You think it might be your imagination, but the child inside of you feels like he’s lower than he was when you entered. The doctor, with his cruel fingers, cracked the door, and the baby is making its way down.
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oncomingnight · 6 months
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Yandere! Slasher x Fem Reader₊˚⊹♡
These Boots Are Made For Breakin' Teeth..!
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Sebastian was the son of an incredibly well known movie mogul, whom of which helped ignite his adoration for a very specific genre of film, horror. Due to the success of his father's career, he was raised in an environment surrounded with money and awaiting opportunities.
Sebastian was part of a friend group filled with stereotypical personalities, the rich girl, the nerd with glasses, the jock, the quiet girl and the peaceful pacifist. He'd been friends with them all the way from elementary to currently, high school.
His style consists of flannel, woolen jackets, darkly colored long sleeved tops, tank tops, slightly unbuttoned shirts, rolled up sleeves.
Despite his almost permanently unimpressed expression, he'd be, undeniably, the sweetest man you were to ever meet. You wouldn't even have to be struggling with a task for him to swoop in and take care of it himself, the favor always being followed with a slightly teasing remark.
"Looking to get yourself hurt, y/n?" "No, really, I'll take care of it. Go on and relax with the others, wouldn't want you worrying your pretty little head about this."
Sebastian has never murdered anyone without a realistic reason, but everyone has different interpretations of what is necessary and what is not. He's a smart guy so he'll always wear a mask when he's about to go into the night, searching for his target. Many of the people that he has left for dead are people who have caused you or his family emotional distress. He finds anyone that isn't 'overly' protective of their close ones as useless and a waste of air.
Who is he but your protector?
He is the best gift giver that there is, it's almost frightening how able he is to know exactly what you want. His gifts are always color coordinated, accompanied with photographs he's taken of the two of you together.
He's the type to form his fingers into 'bunny ears' when the two of you are posing for a photo and placing them behind your head.
Don't be surprised to find him beside your bed with your favorite beverage, food, snacks and movie dvd when you aren't feeling like yourself.
He's a highschool senior that's got enough money to last him several life times, of course he's going to attend as many parties as he can. But, he's never going to go without you or if they purposefully only invite him. Sebastian keeps a hawkseye on you whenever the two of you attend a social outing together, making sure no one is being a bother or approaching you with malice.
Sebastian would do absolutely anything to see you show that smile he loves so much. Whether that means taking you to an early screening of a movie you've talked about wanting to see, taking you on a road trip surrounded by country roads as Lord Huron's 'The Moon Doesn't Mind' plays, purchasing concert tickets for you to see your favorite artists live, booking a trip to the countryside of a European country whilst staying in a secluded cabin or just going on a simple coffee run.
He has a wooden box that is filled with photographs, letters and trinkets related to you. Yes, he has a necklace of yours that he had swiped and carefully placed into his box of memories.
He hopes you don't mind!
As I've said before, his tough exterior doesn't mean a thing when it comes to the soft center he's got on him.
He has a Pinterest board dedicated to how he'd like your wedding & honeymoon to look, based on everything he knows you'll enjoy.
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im-a-hoping-beetch · 7 months
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Many people seem to get genuinely confused, whenever we, zutara shippers, mention how underdeveloped kataang really is. Usually, they’ll brush it off as us being delusional, bitter and you know the drill. Their main response to that, usually is: “How, could they possibly be underdeveloped, they had 3 seasons!?!”
The thing is they forget that the amount of time isn’t as important as what you do do with it. Cuz, yeah, Aang and Katara did have 3 seasons, but their relationship still managed to feel rushed as hell. Heck, even Bryke, out of all people, admitted to it. Which mostly as to do with a bunch of things that I’ll get into right now.
Let’s start with the fact that, Katara never actually shows any interest in Aang.
Now, many of y’all will probably come for me by citing how the cave of the two lovers or even the Headband have moments of her showing interest in him, but all of them end up falling flat at some point.
The cave of the two lovers:
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The argument here, usually is“if she didn’t have any interest in him, why would she kiss him?” or “why would she blush at the idea of kissing him?”. The former seems to forget this is a life or death situation and that we don’t really know for sure that if there were another way to get out if this, she wouldn’t take it. For the latter, I’d like to say that blushing can have many significations such as, embarrassment. Which, here makes sense when considering what she says and overall demeanour, after suggesting to kiss.
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Like yeah, a fourteen year old girl blushing bcz she’s embarrassed at the idea of having to kiss, her friend, out of all things, cuz you know… awkward. Can you imagine that (pun fully intended)???
The headband:
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This one is going to be a ride, but stick with me. The arguments can range from “What about her jealousy while Aang is dancing with other girls.” to “What about the way she looks at him during the dance.”
Here, is said jealousy being shown:
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And said look being done:
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Now, yeah, I can absolutely see why these two exemples would be used as a way to prove her interest, but let me remind you that this is the same episode where we have this happen.
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Yeah, the same episode where Katara is acting all jealous and giving flirty looks to Aang is also the same one where she pretends to be is… mother. While, I could go on about how it wasn’t the best idea on the directors or whoever was in charge of the episode part if it was their way of giving a glimpse of Katara being into Aang. The issue is, them doing so wasn’t completely farfetched either, because up until now it’s been established that Katara can be very motherly and she acts that way with almost everyone in the gaang. More specifically, the one with who she does so the most is, Aang.
I mean, even the show makes a point of poking fun at their mother-son dynamic on several occasions all throughout the show (ie. the don’t-rub-your-eyes-when-you’re-speaking scene in “The runaway” episode). So realistically, the two exemples shown way above could somewhat work, but only if you decide to completely ignore what episode they take place in, one that hasn’t really helped at stopping the mother-son dynamic allegations kataang has been getting, for years, now.
So, back to the development aspect, I think it has always been stunted from the beginning, because, fundamentally, the ship as always been designed to be Aang-centric. If you’d like more insight on that I’d recommend checking @starlight-bread-blog’s amazing post on the issue. But also, that their lackluster resolution is way much more obvious, cuz both are leads in the show. Katara's existence in the show, isn't solely there to serve as some love inerest for Aang. Shocker, but she's actually a MAIN CHARACTER in the show, meaning that we spend three seasons where we get to learn about her battles, fears and aspirations, none of which seems to involve a relationship with Aang.
Like yeah, the reason why The Ending Kiss™ feels so unsatisfactory is, simply, because, Katara doesn't like Aang (at least not like that). Katara, likes Aang, because the show said so. Now, stick with me, cuz I can already feel some of y'all ready to jump at the screen. Within the show, name a single moment where she ever comes to thinking of Aang in a romantic way. One that doesn't involve any external sources, such as someone suggesting about it or because of the given circumstances she has to. The answer is none. The only time we ever get to see her voice her ACTUAL opinion about it, this is what she says:
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That's not even counting how her overall demeanor, from the body language to her choice of words seems to suggest that she's actually trying to let him down gently. Also, may I remind you that at that point THERE'S ONLY 3 FREAKING EPISODES LEFT BEFORE THE BIG KISS™ and this is where there at in their relationship. Plus, within the 3 episodes that are left WE NEVER GET TO SEE THEM TALK ABOUT IT, EVER!!!
This obviously was part of Bryke’s horrible attempt at the will-they-won’t-they trope. Which ended up playing right in their face, cuz like I mentioned they themselves had to come to glaring realization that kataang was rushed. Now, it could’ve been it, the creators realizing their obvious mistake and if they could, trying to fix it by giving us what seemed like the natural progression of their relationship, which was for it to end.
Instead, we got comics!Katara and oooh boy…
Basically, they decided that they would throw away Katara’s meticulously built characterization in order to make her existence revolve around, Aang. I kid you not, when I say that she isn’t allowed scenes, lines and actions that do not revolve around her “sweetie”.
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Remember how I said that, Katara likes Aang because the show runners said so. This is an example of this cranked up to a hundred.
Essentially, when you start thinking about where these two are in terms of growth, kataang is the antithesis to development itself. On one hand it validates the regression of one (ie. the dropped chakra plot line), while simultaneously, having to strip any previously built characterization of the other (ie. comics!katara).
On that note, I’d like to remind people, how important Katara is to the story. Without her, the entirety of the gaang would be dead. Without her, there would be no story. Without her, there would be no Aang.
She deserved to have a voice within her own relationship and not for it to be stolen by two grown men who were still stuck in their childhood fantasy.
She deserved better.
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noacfslut · 2 months
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quiver - matty healy
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a pretty blonde interviewer flirts with matty at an event you skipped out on, you handcuff him to the headboard when he gets home and remind him who he belongs to.
minors do not interact!
tags: 18+, switch!matty, edging, bondage, oral (m receiving), choking, teasing, blink and you'll miss it use of the d word, unprotected sex
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Jealousy was an evil disease.
In Matty's defense, he was a naturally flirty person, you knew this. After two years together it was something you had grown accustomed to, a bright smile thrown at a waitress or the tender voice he used with a fan who approached him on the street. You had grown numb to his flirtatious tendencies, knowing that he didn't mean for his actions to come across the way that they did, he couldn't help it. 
But sometimes you couldn’t help but let the jealousy seep deep down to your bones, flowing through your bloodstream like your life depended on it. You knew dating a celebrity would be hard, but you didn’t know it’d be this hard. Anonymous accounts always commenting that you didn’t deserve him - that he was wasting his time with a nobody. Most of the time you could just ignore it, but now - sitting on the couch in your shared apartment refreshing your twitter feed like a mad woman, you couldn’t help but let your stomach start to churn and allow your brain to follow. 
am i crazy or was matty just flirting with her?? 
uhhhh…. did i hear that right?? BABE?
wait you guys did i miss something?? did matty break up with his gf orrrr?
You were desperate to discover what everyone on twitter was talking about, your heart beating so hard you could feel it down in your toes. After a few minutes that felt like hours you finally stumbled upon a clip of Matty on the red carpet at an event that you chose to skip out on - the reminder making you feel sick as you clicked on the video and let it play. 
It all seemed innocent at first, the girl interviewing him was a pretty blonde with a nice smile. You watched intently as the two carried on a pleasant conversation about the upcoming tour. And it would have been completely innocent if she wasnt so obvious with how her eyes spent more time on your boyfriend's lips than his eyes. You shifted on the couch as the interview came to a close with a handshake that lingered too long for your liking and the blonde woman saying “Well, I hope you guys have an amazing tour. Break a leg, babe.”
Now, you weren’t dense. Deep down to your core, you were positive you were reading into things - allowing comments from the internet sway your outlook on the interaction. You knew the girl probably meant the term of endearment as a lighthearted joke, nothing serious. You were also well aware of the fact that she more than likely knew he had a girlfriend, anyone who would listen to Matty speak for longer than a few minutes knew about you, he had a talent for always finding a way to bring you up in conversation. But you couldn’t help it. She was pretty, gorgeous even - you were confused as to why she wasted her time interviewing when she could be modeling. And the worst part was that Matty didn't even seem uncomfortable, in fact he almost seemed to be enjoying himself. Normally when he attended events alone he spent the night nursing his phone, constantly texting you and telling you that he couldn't wait to come home. But your phone hadn’t buzzed once all night. Realistically, you knew he would never do anything to hurt you, but once the seed was planted in your head you were done for. You felt dizzy. 
The same dizzy feeling Matty was experiencing now — the pink fur lined handcuffs he had bought for you one Valentine's day now bound him to the headboard of your shared bed, no amount of tugging would free him. 
"Baby-"
"You know," You were quick to cut him off, lips pressed against the side of his neck, the feeling of his adam's apple moving as he swallowed thickly brought a faint smirk to your face, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "you're always reminding me that I belong to you." If you had a dollar for every time Matty pounded into you relentlessly, ordering for you to scream his name or tell him that you were his — you'd be the richest woman on the planet. You pulled his ear lobe between your teeth, just long enough to have him pulling on the restraints once more before releasing it with a chuckle, sitting up and staring down at your boyfriend whose brown eyes that have nearly turned black stared back at you — wide and begging. "Maybe it's time for me to refresh your memory."
"Baby-" Matty tried once more but was quickly cut off by your hand trailing up from his chest, fingers dancing along the expanse of his throat. 
"Mm?" You hummed, running a finger down the line of his throat, nothing but the sound of his heavy breathing and handcuffs rattling filling the void of the bedroom. Matty stared up at you with hungry eyes, mouth agape as you pressed down on his throat — not hard enough to cut off his air supply but just enough to give him a taste of the feeling that he had given you so many times. 
The sound of Matty whining at the sensation sent shivers down your spine, giving you all the confidence you had lacked coming into this. Out of all the positions and kinks the two of you had explored throughout the expanse of your relationship — you had never stepped foot in the role of dominance. Matty had always took control and there was never a need for any roles to be reversed. But sitting here now, straddling Matty's bare body as he writhed and whined his way into getting what he wanted, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of power. 
You noticed something unrecognizable flash through Matty's eyes as the whine fell from his throat, maybe it was embarrassment - feeling exposed. Whatever it was melted away just as quickly as it appeared when you tested the waters and pressed down more firmly on his throat, fingers tightening in a way that had you feeling the way his Adam's apple jumped up and down from how hard he was swallowing. The brown in Matty's eyes had completely disappeared — completely replaced by desire as he stared up at you. It was a tough decision, deciding whether you wanted to stare at the way your fingers wrapped around his throat or the way his muscles flexed as he tried yet again to free himself from his restraints. 
"Baby, please let me out, need to touch you." Matty's voice was so deep— so gravely that you almost couldn't understand what he was saying, planting his feet against the mattress to try and get an angle to relieve the pressure against you, the action resulting in nothing but a scoff from you and tighter fingers around his airway. 
Matty's eyes fluttered as a groan fell from his plump pink lips, chest rising and falling rapidly at the pace in which he was breathing, head dizzy and overwhelmed at what was happening. "I don't care what you need."
Fingers tightening once more to emphasis ‘need’ before dropping his neck all together, allowing your hand to roam free alongside his chest instead, slowly moving your hips down against him. Slow enough to not grant him any actual pleasure, just enough to drive him mad. 
"Baby-" Matty paused to swallow the lump in his throat, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows furrowing when you reached down to position his length between your folds. Not granting him the feeling of being inside of you, but allowing his thick hard member to slide between your dripping wet folds as you started to grind down on him with a little more speed. "Fuck."
"I want to hear you say it, Matty." You were breathless, how could you not be? The feeling of him sliding between your wetness with each drop of your hips but not actually sliding inside of you was driving you just as mad. But you had a point to prove. "Tell me you're mine. Tell me who you belong to.”
"Fuck." Matty groaned at the sight of you throwing your own head back, hands coming out to play with your own breasts, something that had him desperately pulling against the handcuffs once more. "Baby, darling, I'm yours." Matty's breathless voice filled with desperation, eyes glued to the way you rolled your nipples between your fingers, bottom lips pulled between your teeth. His eyes grew impossibly darker, jaw clenched as he pulled particularly hard at his restraints as he watched you put on a show. "Let me out. Now."
And there it was, something you were afraid of. Matty's desperate voice had quickly turned to the one he used when he was about to give you a pounding of a lifetime. You weren't sure if you would be able to resist it, the urge to submit to him already at the forefront of your mind, making your hips stuttered against him and another whine fall from your boyfriends throat. 
Matty knew the affect he had on you, he knew exactly how to get what he wanted, your hips stuttering against him was his first sign that he was on his way to becoming a free man. "Come on baby, give daddy what he wants." Matty's deep voice filled the room once more, knowing his mouth was one of his best assets. He wasn’t playing fair. The two of you rarely used that word but when you did it always had your skin on fire. He was playing you. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted. "You're always so good for me, my best girl, be good for me." Matty cooed, rolling his hips into your own, both of your heads falling back with a groan at the feeling. "Let me out, you know you want to."
Your hands fell to his chest to support yourself, letting your head fall with an open mouth as you continued to grind along the length of his member, his tip catching your bundle of nerves with each slide perfectly.
Matty wasn't doing much better than you, eyes glued to the way your folds wrapped around his dick, only pulling his eyes away when he felt your hand trailing up from his chest, up to past his neck and alongside the length of his arm. "Yeah, that's it, baby. So good for me, let me out so I can give you what you really want."
Matty tried to not let the smugness on his face show, he knew he could gain control back. Matty was on cloud nine when your hands began to fumble with the cuffs that bounded him, a feeling that didn't last long when your lips came down to meet the shell of his ear, licking the lobe and tightening the cuffs on his wrist before whispering in his ear, "No."
It was your turn to look smug, relishing in the way Matty's body squirmed against the bed as he tried to free himself, desperate to get his hands on you and dick inside of you. "Baby, please, please I'll do anything. Let me out. Let me out!"
"Anything, hm?" You hummed, sliding down his body, allowing your eyes to scan him as you made a home between his legs. "Stop moving."
Really, Matty should have been embarrassed by how quickly his writhing stopped, but he was too busy groaning at the feeling of your tongue against his tip to allow the shame to settle. "Fuck."
Matty was too wrapped up in the feeling of your mouth on him to even realize that he was rolling his hips up until the warmth from you was gone. The feeling of shame finally filling his veins when he saw the look on your face. "Stop moving or I'll stop and leave you here all night, tied up and begging until you learn how to listen."
The words spewing from your mouth coming from no where other than the memory of words you were sure Matty had used on you before, the way his eyes widened at them helped you not feel as self conscious anymore. 
Matty could say nothing in response, didn't have time to do anything other than groan and force his body to stay still as your mouth slid down his length, nose brushing up against his pubic bone. "Fuck, baby girl, always take me so well." In Matty's defense, you never told him he couldn't speak. And really, in your defense, you were kind of hoping he would. One thing about Matty is that he had a filthy mouth on him. "Look so pretty with my cock down your throat." 
You couldn't help but hum in response, the sensation making Matty's face screw together tightly to stop the urge from fucking up into your mouth, Matty had to bite his lip so hard he was scared he might bleed. He wasn't sure how you did it, how you always obeyed him so well, this was torture. He made a mental note to eat you out for hours as a reward when all of this was over. “Made for this, made for me.”
Matty never lasted long when you sucked him off like this, tongue pressed to the underside of his head and nose pressed to his stomach when it wasn’t, it always had him falling apart in a matter of minutes. Matty's chest was rising and falling rapidly, hands balled into fists so tightly his knuckles were white as heat pooled in his stomach. He was about two seconds away from releasing on your tongue when the cold air hit him. 
"No." Matty whined, head thrown back and hips thrusting involuntarily. "No, please, please. I was so good, baby. So good for you, please."
You almost felt bad for him, almost, then you remembered the night he teased you with a vibrator pressed to your bundle of nerves for hours before finally letting you cum and then you didn't feel so bad. "Sh, pretty boy, I got you."
You placed a soft kiss to his tip before swirling your tongue around his head and bringing his length back down your throat. You wanted Matty to know what it felt like to be right on the brink of pleasure and to have that ripped away from you, you wanted Matty to feel disappointment. To feel how you felt when Matty all but blushed at the pet name the interviewer used with him. 
You brought Matty to the edge once more, pulling off with a smirk when his back arched off the bed to try and chase your mouth. "Baby. Why are you doing this to me?"
You ignored him in favor of coming back up to straddle his hips once more, trailing your hand down your chest and stomach slowly, his black turned eyes following every move you made. Matty's dominant voice was back, sending shivers down your spine. Matty watched the way your hand slipped between your legs, head thrown back for theatrics as two of your fingers circled around your bundle of nerves. “You better let me out right now. I’m not joking.”
Really, you were just putting on a show, moaning far too loudly considering your fingers were nothing compared to Matty's. Either way, Matty didn't seem to notice, not if the way he convulsed against the bed to try and break free from the handcuffs showed anything. “What happened to my good little girl? You know you're not supposed to touch yourself." Matty's raspy voice had your fingers picking up speed and if it wasn't for the fear that the anger from your words would have had Matty actually breaking the headboard to get free, you would have spat back that he wasn't supposed to flirt with other women either. Instead you chose to keep your mouth shut, sliding your fingers inside as punishment instead. "Please let me touch you, baby, please I need to touch you so bad. I need to make you feel good. I'll be so good, please, fuck.” The way Matty kept slipping in and out between being dominant and being submissive made your head spin, not knowing which one you were going to get when he opened his mouth, you had never seen him so desperate before. He was always the one in control, ruining you - he’d never been denied before. "Please, I'll do anything. I need you so bad, baby."
You couldn't help but take pity on him, his wrist rubbed raw from the restraints — something that wouldn't have happened if he wasn't pulling against the fur lining so aggressively. His bottom lip swollen from being pulled between his teeth, his hair disheveled and cock a deep red and leaking. At this point, you deemed that he had went through enough. 
Your fingers slid out from yourself to take hold of the base of his member instead, rubbing your folds along the length of him once more to get him wet. "You want me to fuck you, baby?"
The words felt foreign spilling from your own tongue, it was a question Matty had asked you a million times but never once one you had returned. Sure, you had rode him several times before — it was one of his favorite positions, but this felt different. This was different.
Matty stared up at you, face conveying how fucked out he already felt, tongue peaking out to wet his bottom lip before begging. "Please."
And maybe you were being too cruel when you lined his cock up with your entrance and slid down just enough so only the tip entered you. Matty's head was thrown back as whine after whimper poured from his swollen lips at the feeling of your walls clenching around his head. "Please, please fuck me, baby, I’ve been so good, I deserve it, please." 
Matty saying he deserved it had you clenching around his tip once more - because he did deserve it. You would've slid down the rest of the way if it wasn't for how pretty Matty's neck flexed being thrown back like this, you weren't able to stop yourself from wrapping your hands around his throat and squeezing to bring his attention back to you. 
"Who do you belong to?" You whispered, too self conscious to spit it at him like he always did to you. 
"You." Matty didn't hesitate, voice breathless either from being overwhelmed or from your hand around his throat, you weren't sure. "You, baby, I'm yours. I'm yours, I love you, I'm yours. Nobody but you. Please."
You clenched around his tip once more before slowly sliding down the rest of his length, Matty's eyes fluttering as he bottomed out inside of you. You couldn't help but allow your mouth to fall open as your hips settled against his own, it didn't matter how many times you took him, you never got used to how big he was. It always felt like he was splitting you open, you brought your hands to your stomach just to make sure he hadn't. 
You kept your hand pressed against your stomach as you pushed yourself up and slid back down, feeling the way your stomach bulged as he re-entered you. "Fuck."
"So good for me baby, always take my cock so well." And there Matty went again, slipping right back into his usual role of a dominant, not being able to help himself as he watched your face scrunch in pleasure and pain - legs shaking as you slowly started to ride him. Matty groaned at the feeling of your warmth, eyes falling to the way he disappeared inside of you. "That's it, there's my good girl."
"Matty." You whined, hands coming down to plant against his chest so you could pick up momentum, digging your fingernails into the skin as his cock drilled right into your spot with each fall of your hips. 
"You feel so fucking good, baby." Matty groaned, pulling against the restraints once more as he shifted to plant his feet against the mattress as best as he could. "You're fucking me so good, angel."
Your head fell forward between your shoulders at his words, already overwhelmed with the feeling of being so full and his words sending you over the edge. A moan that felt as though it was coming from your toes ripped out of you as Matty used the leverage his feet against the mattress gave him to thrust into you as best as he could, meeting the drop of your own hips. "Matty, I-I can't."
"Let me out, baby, let me fuck you." Matty was quick to speak, voice deep as ever as his thrusts matched your own, pulling on his restraints once more even though he knew the point was mute. He knew once he got inside of you that you would crumble. "You made your point, now let me take care of you."
As badly as you wanted to keep him cuffed until the bitter end, you knew your self control had been pushed way past the breaking point. Truthfully, you were proud of yourself for making it this far. 
One last roll of Matty's hips and you were scrambling to get the handcuffs off of him, only unhooking one side before Matty was pushing forward and grabbing you by the shoulders, throwing you back against the bed all while remaining inside of you. 
You didn't have time to register anything that has just happened before Matty was pounding into you at a relentless pace that already had you gasping and fingernails scraping down his back. "Matty!"
"Yeah, fuck, say my name baby." Matty groaned, throwing your legs over his shoulders to get a deeper angle, one that had you drooling. "You feel so fucking good on my cock, made for me." 
"Shit, Matty." You whimpered, the power of his thrusts moving you up against the mattress and sending the headboard against the wall. Thank God you didn't have neighbors. 
"I want to watch you fall apart on my cock." Matty's deep voice spoke straight into your ear, licking your lobe before attaching himself to you neck, sucking marks into the area. "Then I'll cum inside you, baby. That's what you want, huh? Want me to fill you up and show everyone that you're mine?"
"Yes." You whined, fingernails digging into him so deep you might be drawing blood as he continued to fuck you at a pace that you couldn't seem to catch your breath in. 
Matty could do nothing but nod, too focused on holding himself off, always wanting you to finish before he did. One of Matty's hands slid down between your legs, circling around your bundle of nerves while the other found its was back up to your neck. You couldn't help but allow the smile to grow on your face at the feeling of his large hand wrapping around your throat. "Cum for me, baby, cum all over my cock."
It was almost as if that's what your body was waiting for, heat pooling in your stomach at a rapid pace at Matty's words, having just enough time to wrap your own hand around your boyfriends throat before your body was convulsing against mattress and you were falling apart beneath him. 
Your hand involuntarily squeezed around his throat as your orgasm crashed into you, the sensation of your hand and walls squeezing around him sent Matty over the edge inside of you. Both of you slumped against the mattress as you came down from your high. 
"I love you." Matty whispered against your hair, kissing your head. "Only ever you."
You nodded along to the assuring words that you already knew. "I love you more." A shit eating grin speeding across your face. "And I think I'm a better dom than you."
You both knew you were lying straight through your teeth, but you also both knew Matty was never one to turn down a challenge. "Yeah?" Matty's voice raised along with his eyebrow. "Let's see about that."
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Well, guys, a single person told me I should make this into a post, and so now you're all getting another fabulous take on Thomas Hewitt I've been looking for an excuse to talk about.
Question: 'Do you think realistically would it be hard to get into a relationship with Tommy?'
Short Answer: Yes! And no.
Ha, you really thought there'd be a short answer to this? No, let's dive in.
Thomas, on the surface, is a very awkward, to himself kind of guy. He doesn't like stepping out of his comfort zones, and he hates change. He thrives on strict routine, and isn't one to do something without being told. (ex: he doesn't take initiative at the slaughterhouse, he does exactly as he's told and doesn't stray from those rules)
He has an extremely strong sense of familial bond and ties to his family, he wouldn't betray them for anything, (and yes, that includes you too). It's a huge cultural things in small towns. It doesn't matter who your family is or what they've done. It's true ride or die mentality.
Considering these things, if you want to hope to have a relationship with him, you're gonna have to take up their lifestyle. Every part of it.
If you've ever been to an old southern woman's house, you know how insulting it is to refuse food. It's practically the same thing as spitting on their shoes and slapping them in the face. If you refuse a home cooked meal, especially when you're still considered a 'guest' in the house, you will end up on their bad side.
And Thomas is a Mama's boy, through and through, if his mother doesn't like you, he doesn't like you.
And that mentality is only doubled for the Hewitts. Their family has starved, and if you've ever struggled for food, you understand why they won't let it happen again. I could go into a whole in depth analysis on the Hewitt family and their cannibalism, but let's get back to Tommy.
Thomas doesn't trust people easily. It's in their family, in his blood. The Hewitts (especially after they start murdering people) are suspicious and unforgiving people. People will often assume that they became isolated after the town died out and everyone left, but in reality, they were isolated long before that, as Luda Mae, Hoyt, and even Monty (though much less than the other two) wouldn't tolerate Tommy's mistreatment and abuse.
And as for Thomas' personal distrust, I can almost guarantee there were several times people would pretend to be his friend or even go as far as 'asking him out' only to immediately burst into laughter and mock him the moment he got excited.
Now, he's much more closed off and distrusting of strangers kindness and friendliness.
...But, he's a huge romantic.
He absolutely loves the idea of having someone to love.
His favorite books Luda Mae would read to him as a child were the princess stories. He would dream of being the prince charming, saving the princess from the retched beast so they could get married and live happily ever after.
But, as he got older, he started believing he was better fit for the role of the filthy monster that never falls in love.
Packaging all this up into one neat present, you get a pretty clear idea of what kind of man Thomas is.
So, how does one actually end up in a relationship with him?
It's simple! In the most complicated way possible.
First, is actually meeting him in a none murderer-victim setting, because once you hit that area, there's really no going back. If he's told you're next, you're next.
He's going to be really suspicious of you, no matter what you do really. Even if you do become 'friends', he's a rather anxious man, and he's going to have doubts for a long time.
You're going to have to get on everyone's good side. Like I said before, he cares deeply about his family and their opinions, and being around them and accepted by them is a non-negotiable. And I don't just mean Luda Mae, I mean everyone, including Monty and Hoyt.
Speaking of Hoyt, that will have it's own ground rules as well.
Thomas, despite being a big hunk of a man who could easily toss around someone twice Hoyt's weight, is not the man of the house. Hoyt is like a father figure to him, and he looks up to him. Well, not in every way, but you get the picture.
He isn't going to take well to you bad-mouthing Hoyt. Of course, he doesn't care if you want to rant about the man's annoying presence sometimes, but it depends on how close the two of you are and what you're saying.
If you try to accuse the man of being abusive, or not caring about his family, Thomas isn't going to like it. Hoyt is a mean hothead, sure, and by today's standards, most people probably would consider him abusive to a certain extent, but this is a small southern town in the 1970s.
Hell, most of the 'abusive' traits Hoyt show are still practiced in small towns to this day, and are considered normal behavior. Again, I could go into a whole spiel about Hoyt's character and actions, but I'll get to the point.
If there is one thing true about Hoyt, it's that he cares about his family. Every action he takes is in their interest, and he'd put his life on the line to keep them safe, including Thomas. Hell, he protected Tommy as a kid just as much as Luda Mae did.
So, yea, really any bad talk about his family is going to get you on his bad side.
But, let's say that you follow these rules, and you mesh well with his family and him, how long will it take for Tommy to actually catch feelings for you?
...Pretty much almost immediately.
Thomas is reserved and untrusting, yes, but he catches crushes faster than a Tommy-hater can catch these hands. (for reference, that's really fast)
He's a sweetheart, and eager to be loved and accepted, so the irrational, romantic side of his brain eager hops on the Y/N train the moment you show him any real affection.
But as for actually loving you? That's going to take a really long time.
Luda Mae always raised him on the idea that love can't exist without trust, and he takes that to the extreme. He literally won't consider a relationship with you until he can completely trust you with his whole heart.
And once that trust is earned and the two of you become 'official', that's it. He's in it for life. In his eyes, you're the only one for him, and he takes that belief to heart. So it is extremely important that you only enter the relationship when you're 100% ready. He won't understand the concept of needing a 'break', or time apart. Once you're in it, you're in it, and if you ever leave, there's no coming back, and Thomas will leave your life entirely, with the rest of the Hewitts shunning you as a result.
Because of this, it's also important to remember that there really is no such thing as 'harmless' flirting with Thomas. He doesn't understand the concept of friendly flirting. He's either going to assume that you're mocking him or that you actually do have feelings for him.
Communication is a huge key with this man!!! He doesn't pick up well on hints or social cues. Be up front of and honest about you're feelings or he will have no idea how you really feel, and it'll only cause heartbreak and confusion in the long run.
...Well. Now that I've practically made a How-to Guide on romancing Thomas, I think I'll call it here. Good luck on attracting your local Hewitt boys. See y'all in the next one.
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navybrat817 · 1 year
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Far, Far Away
Pairing: Librarian!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You take a chance and give Bucky a call. Word Count: Almost 1.7k Warnings: Fluff, flirting, slightly embarrassing moment ( 😂 ), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Follow up to Once Upon a Time. For you @11thstreetvigilante . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by Nix, divider by the talented @firefly-graphics, and banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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It would be a week before you saw Bucky again.
You told your friends about the handsome hero who stepped in to defend you on the subway. The man with the steel blue eyes. Your friends responded with a resounding “aww” when you showed them the line of the poem on the back of his card, with the exception of your friend Tina. Raising an eyebrow as she sipped her wine, she asked what the catch was.
"There is no catch," you stated.
"There's always a catch," Tina argued.
Ever the pessimist. Or is she a realist?
"He said I could help volunteer at the library when I asked if I could repay him."
"See? There's the catch. Free labor," she said, triumphantly finishing her glass.
"That's what volunteer work is," you joked, running your thumb along his name before Nicole snatched the card from your hand. "Hey!"
"Hold on. Let's look him up," she said, glancing at the card before she typed on her phone. You took it back and carefully tucked it away when her eyes widened seconds later. "Holy. Shit. Is this him?"
The image of Bucky standing by a bookshelf with a book filled the screen as she held her phone up. Your mouth went dry from the quick glance, so you nodded in reply. That was your hero.
"You met this guy on the subway?" she asked, passing her phone around for everyone to see. You were pretty sure Kim whimpered. "How do I not meet guys like this on the subway?!"
Even Tina looked impressed.
For a moment.
"I still think there's a catch," she said.
"There’s no catch. He could've easily told me to contact the library. He didn't have to give me his card or recite the poem. So this means he wants to see me again. Right?"
You hated how your voice wobbled on the last word. Bucky was a stranger and he may have already forgotten about your encounter. You hoped that wasn't the case.
Why did it matter so much to you?
"I think he wants to see you again, but also wants to leave the ball in your court after you had to deal with a creep," Kim said, giving you an encouraging smile. She knew you were a bit lonely, even if you wouldn't admit it. "You should call him and set up a time to volunteer."
“I could email him,” you pointed out.
“Not as personal,” Nicole dismissed with her hand. “Plus you get to hear his voice this way.”
Tina's gaze softened when you toyed with the glass in front of you. You knew that she, like your other friends, wanted you to be happy. "Give it a day then call him. If anything, maybe he'll dick you down the way you need."
“Yes, for the love of everything holy, you haven’t been laid in months. Do it for us,” Nicole added, making you laugh.
You took their advice and waited a day.
Thankfully no one was around to see you pace across the floor when you called. What was it about talking on the phone that made your palms tingle? You had no reason to be nervous. It was just a phone call to one the most gorgeous, chivilarous men you had the pleasure of encountering.
"Abraham Library. This is Bucky."
The infliction in his tone was all business, but he managed to make professionalism sound sexy.
"Hello?"
You were so distracted by his voice you forgot you had to talk.
"Hi, Bucky. Sorry," you smiled, praying you weren't speaking too loud when you gave him your name again. "We met on the subway?"
Please, remember me.
"Hi," his voice warmed considerably, making your palms tingle again for a different reason. "How are you?"
"I'm good," you answered. People asked you that every day, but it felt like he wanted to know. "How are you?"
"Not too bad. Better now. I- Well, I was hoping you'd call."
"You were?" you bit your lip to keep from grinning.
"Yeah. Been listening for the phone all day," he admitted with a small chuckle.
He did want me to call. He was waiting for me. Ha! Take that, Tina.
He cleared his throat, making you wonder if the admission embarrassed him or if he remembered he was working. "What can I do for you?"
I can give you a list of the things you can do to me.
"I was wondering if you still needed volunteers? I'd love to help out."
"Yeah. Of course. We could always use more volunteers. Let me check the calendar."
The silence should've been uncomfortable as you waited, but you didn't mind it.
What you didn't expect to hear next was a groan. A deep groan. One for the sexiest sounds you ever heard. How you didn't whimper in response when you took a seat was impressive.
"Is everything okay?" you asked when you found your voice.
"Yeah. I just forgot to mention that volunteers have to fill out an application," he explained, his voice quieter than it was before. Almost sheepish. "The approval process is quick, but I'm usually better about stating that upfront. I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize. I filled out the application before I called," you said.
"You did?"
"Yep," you smiled and swung your head toward your monitor. You still had the "application submitted" page up. "So no apologies."
Bucky sighed, the sound just as seductive as his groan as you heard typing in the background.
God, phone sex with him would probably make me collapse.
"Got it. It's right here. That's great." You heard more typing and you had to stop yourself from imagining what else those fingers of his could do. "We have a children's reading this Saturday. The session is from 10-10:30, but I could use some help setting up a few minutes before and maybe a bit after in case any of the kids want to stay longer."
"Saturday is great," you smiled, looking forward to seeing him again so soon. "I can be there at 9:45, if that works."
"That works for me. I'll get the application approved and you should be all set. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No, I think that's it," you said, pushing your chair back so you could spin around.
It was a silly, happy victory twirl.
"Oh."
You stopped spinning immediately at that single word.
It was the same disappointed tone he had when you got to the restaurant and had to part ways.
But why would he be disappointed? I'm volunteering with him. Wait. He said he was listening for the phone all day. Does he really want to just talk to me?
He cleared his throat again. "If you need anything before Saturday, let me know."
"Wait! One more thing?" you blurted out before he could hang up.
"Yeah?" he asked hopefully.
You inhaled and exhaled once. Twice. You could do this.
"When you're done working Saturday, would you like to get lunch or dinner with me?" you asked as your stomach did an impressive round of somersaults.
You almost ended the call, not wanting to hear if he rejected you.
"I'd love to," he replied.
Your brain temporarily stopped functioning before his answer registered.
He said "yes"!
"Great! Um. Pizza?" you suggested.
Yes, use small words. That's good.
"I know a place right around the corner from the library. Best pizza in the city. You'll love it."
"I can't wait. See you Saturday?"
"It's a date," he smiled.
You set your phone down and waited a second before you spun around in your chair again. The excited shriek you let out was enough to fill your apartment. "He said 'yes'! It's a date! He's-"
A muffled chuckle from your desk made you stop short. Your stomach dropped when you saw the glow from your phone screen. The call was still going.
No. No! Fuck!
You straightened your back and picked up the device with as much dignity as you could. With all the blood rushing to your face, you were surprised you didn't pass out. Should you play it off as a joke? Ignore it?
"Um, are you still there?"
Maybe by some miracle he hung up.
"I am." He sounded like he was trying to hide his laughter. He did work in a quiet place after all.
"What exactly did you hear?" you asked because you were apparently a masochist who wanted to feel the pain again.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said casually. Too casually. "So, are you excited about Saturday?"
"You heard me, didn't you?" you accused as his quiet laughter crept back up.
God, the guy who recited poetry to me heard me shriek like a banshee. Is there a level worse than mortifying? Did Tina jinx me somehow?
"Why didn't you hang up?"
"Because neither of us said goodbye," he said, his voice quiet and casual again. "I didn't want to be rude."
Of course.
"To answer your question, yes, I'm looking forward to Saturday," you said evenly in the hopes you didn't sound embarrassed.
"So am I. Only reason I didn't yell is because I'm at work."
"You're just saying that," you smiled. It was nice that he tried to help you save face.
"I'm not. Honest. And, let's be serious, if those are the sounds you make just from the thought of a date with me…"
You managed not to embarrass yourself again when his voice deepened, but your cheeks got hot and you also wondered what other sounds he'd pull out of you. "Why don't you get back to work and maybe we can discuss that more on Saturday? After library hours."
"Or during."
Fuck.
"But I am hanging up now if you feel like screaming again."
He's smirking. I know he is.
"I'm hanging up, too. Bye," you giggled, pressing end this time so you could cover your face and groan.
The mortifying moment aside, which he seemed to find endearing, you somehow got yourself a date. The next part of your fairytale. You just wished Saturday wasn't so far, far away.
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bethanydelleman · 5 months
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Writing Villains (Advice from Jane Austen)
One of the reasons that I find Jane Austen's novels so wonderful is that they have amazingly realistic villains, some that are fully fleshed out characters. Austen's biggest strength is that she gives her villains clear, logical motives. In fact, for many of her villainous characters you can turn the entire story around and see a rational story from the other side.
For example, Lucy Steele. She doesn't attack Elinor out of mindless evil, but because Edward Ferrars is her golden ticket to wealth and she knows that Edward loves Elinor. Lucy might twist the knife a little on Elinor out of sadism, but generally she attacks Elinor in an attempt to secure Edward. When it comes to other characters, Lucy is overly sweet if she wants something from them, otherwise she acts normally. As an example, she leaves Marianne alone because Marianne is not competing for Edward and also can't do anything for Lucy. Anne, Lucy's sister, likes her. Lucy has friends and family she stays with, she's a fairly well-rounded person.
You can put yourself in Lucy's shoes, you can turn the entire narrative on it's head and play it out from her perspective and it would make complete sense. You could even make Lucy sympathetic! She probably sees herself as a hardworking underdog, trying to wrest her one chance at prosperity away from the conniving Elinor Dashwood. I'm sure she thinks the pain she causes Elinor is justified.
If you can't do that with your villains, then there is a good chance they are just evil for evil's sake. I picked Lucy Steele on purpose because I hate when the entire motivation for a antagonist female character is "bitches be crazy". Bitches may be mean, but almost always for a good reason.
Even Mrs. Norris, who is probably the most cruel of Austen's female villains, can be perspective switched. Her life is about being useful to the Bertram family so she can feel important because her married status/wealth is lower than she wished. As she must always be deferential towards the Bertrams, she takes out her negative emotions on those below her, the servants and Fanny, while also showing off how good she is at "managing" those people. (And yes, she is your childhood bully)
We often hear her perspective and she clearly sees herself as a useful part of the family and a defender of Sir Thomas's wealth. She thinks she's a good person! Which is also an important point: most people doing wrong do not believe that they are doing wrong. That is what really makes a villain scary. Mrs. Norris thinks she's helping Fanny in a very twisted way by teaching Fanny her station in life. If you asked her, she'd give you a self-justified answer and she'd probably actually believe it.
Another way to do a good villain is to just make a person very selfish. Henry Crawford doesn't sit around all day laughing about how much pain he causes women, he doesn't think about it. He only thinks about the fun of flirting for himself, not the harm to others. The glimpses we get into her perspective are not cruel at all. It's the same with Willougby, he thinks only of his own pleasure and tries very hard to ignore that he has crushed Marianne and destroyed Eliza Williams. When he is forced to accept that people were hurt, he blames everyone but himself.
Wickham thinks that he's a victim, Caroline Bingley is ambitious and doesn't care who she steps on to get to the top, Mr. Elton is insulted that Emma could even dream he's a match with Harriet but he can't touch Emma so he punches down at Harriet. They all make sense, they all probably believe that their actions are justified.
Also, imagine taking the heroine/hero right out of the story, would the villain still act the same way? If Anne didn't exist, Mr. Elliot would still try to bring himself into the Elliot family because he was afraid of losing the title. If Elizabeth didn't exist, Wickham would have had another favourite in Meryton. If Fanny didn't exist, Mrs. Norris would have found some other puppy to kick. The villains don't just appear for the plot of the main characters, they have their own reasons for moving around and messing shit up.
Lastly, explaining but not excusing (though unfortunately some people will excuse anyway but that's not your fault). Mary Crawford is mercenary and doesn't seem to believe that love is even a real thing. It's pointed out several times in the novel that her defects have to do with being raised in an immoral environment and a broken home. She was taught by her aunt to marry for wealth and disregard love. Austen doesn't excuse Mary, she doesn't give her a happy ending, but she does explain how she came to be. She's not just greedy, she has been taught that wealth is the best recipe for happiness. As an adult now, it is her responsibility to question that maxim or remain a villain.
Austen wrote amazing morally grey characters and "villains" (a term I used a little liberally here, some of them probably only count as antagonists, not full blown villains). I love how real and human she made her characters, it's something I aspire to myself!
Linking my Caroline rant because it's related, people remove her motives so often and flatten her into a "bitches be crazy".
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Hi Ruby! Imagine going undercover with Leon and having to act like an established couple. I feel like that would be so funny, imagine having to take wedding photos and sleep in the same room together, etc. I feel like he would be totally open to being in a domesticated setting, especially if he had a cat.
(Me encanta tu escritura, Sigue escribiendo, espero que tengas un excelente día/noche!!! 🤍🫶🏽)
(I am deeply sorry for replying so late 😭😭 I've had so much work to do, and I barely had time to actually write something. Thank you so much for your words by the way! I get so happy when I receive compliments like these! También ten un lindo día corazón 😽😽)
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Moving on, that idea sounds so interesting! There's something about fake dating that makes every writing a lot better and now you ask me about fake MARRIAGE? Straight up my thing I'll eat this whole as if it were my last meal.
So, I don't know why but as soon as I read your ask and registered your words I immediately thought about Damnation Leon… Like I see that man and he's just so fake marriage coded, type of I'll put a ring on your finger but I'll act like I don't know you the second we get home.
So, let's imagine. You and Leon are sent to a mission in which you have to act as a married couple to infiltrate and steal information from a company.
The whole objective doesn't really matter when your agency provided you with the most realistic experience of being a married couple. A nice house, almost mirroring the perfect family. In front of others, Leon would take the role of a doting husband, holding doors open, taking your hand and showing off his perfect partner to 'everyone.' But as soon as you're indoors, he'd act like nothing happened.
I can't picture him being mean or grumpy, but he'd definitely act nonchalantly. What do you mean he complimented the way you did your hair? No, he did not do that. You're crazy.
And don't get me started on the rings. He'd proudly wear them, outside and inside your shared home. After a day on the job trying to retrieve the information and collecting clues, the ring stays on his finger even when both of you come to your house. Eventually, he doesn't take it off. You would find him absentmindedly fidgeting with his ring, playing with it while he waits for the food to heat up.
This little tradition continues with you placing your ring next to his when both of you go to sleep. And talking about having to share a room, well… he doesn’t dislike the idea of sharing a bed. The trope of there's just one bed but we have Leon internally screaming “Yes!” when he first realized.
Overall, I feel like it would be the perfect opportunity for Leon to indulge in domesticity, the one thing he's always sought. Having someone next to him each day is such a blessing for him, like a reminder that maybe he indeed has something else rather than the whole word to fight for.
And, I could definitely see Leon to continue “acting” like a husband, even when the mission was done. The house doesn't need to be sold, he'd tell you. In fact, maybe you both need a cat, a scruffy cat to be specific.
So, in the end, you ‘have to’ share your home with Leon and an adopted cat. Life works in mysterious ways.
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Waiting For Love? (Rúben Dias x FemReader) 
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Summary: She saw how the world around her started to change, she came to the conclusion that love wasn’t for her. (Enemies to lovers?)
Word Count: 9.8K
Warnings: Lots of angst (both characters will have their differences), insecurities, fluff, slight injury+ panic attack. (Let me know if I missed something).
a/n: Everything is fiction; the characters' actions do not reflect who they are in real life, many names will be made up, as well as events. I wanted to write an enemies to Lovers story for the longest time, but I was afraid of making them very mean. I hate when enemies to lovers find joy in being toxic or emotionally abusive, so I wanted them to just have some arguments and silly conflict and eventually find common ground. FYI this will be sort of long, went a bit overboard, but I really love this one.-Nat❤️
*Was going to post it Wednesday but I might have something shorter by than, and I actually love this one!!!
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There is a saying that goes something like this, ‘you can’t love someone else if you don't love yourself’, it does hold some truth, but what if you’re past the age to love and be loved. Maybe she didn’t love herself, she probably had the worst qualities, she was self-destructive due to her own illusions and she really did believe that she was put in this world to never be loved. 
You get to an age when you’re content with your loneliness, when you know that love might never show up at your door. When she was a teen she yearned to be loved, almost everybody at that age wanted to start experiencing love or any other desire. 
Her friends seemed to be in that predicament of wanting to be loved, and eventually a right boy or girl arrived at their door, while she waited and waited until she eventually walked back to her room to dream about a life that she knew she will never have. 
She wasn't a realist, she was a dreamer until she hit her mid-twenties and still nothing, so that’s when she became bitter and although she always searched for love it never came. Until he showed up, but that’s a story for later because she still hasn’t shared half of her troubles. 
Was she so difficult to deal with?
Was she too ugly?
Was she not smart enough?
Was she too hopeful?
Did she have a lot of unrealistic expectations?
The list of insecurities went on, she was left in the dark about her good qualities because no one ever told her that she was enough. Sure friends and family did, but it's expected, however her own self-awareness told her that she lacked a lot of desirable qualities.
She only had herself and she knew that she wasn't enough even for herself so why try, especially at her age and with an unlucky chaos that followed her everywhere she went. Sometimes that chaos would work out and oftentimes it got her in trouble, and that’s exactly how she met Rúben Dias, the bane of her existence and he would say the same for her. 
It started like every love story, at least that’s what her delusional heart told her, a very sick and twisted plot that left her confused, frustrated, with a huge amount of sadness and pain, but it left her tragically in love and that was her mistake or was it? 
She really did want to be more put together, but she no longer had the motivation to rely on a routine, so she liked to call herself a free spirit. Eclectic in a way, maybe she was the one that was scaring men away? Even if she was like every other girl she wouldn’t be a magnet and to settle for the bare minimum wasn’t for her, so she would rather remain alone. 
Now how did she end up in Manchester, well she liked to move around, just like her nonexistent love life, she also didn’t have a home. She had a lovely family but they just didn’t understand, besides everyone in her family was getting married. In fact there would be like three weddings coming up that she couldn’t attend. 
So she decided to move far away, and that’s where she met a nice old lady named Sarah. She started working at a jewelry shop, when this prestigious lady walked in and they instantly clicked. 
She was single all her life, with an adopted son who loved her very much, her son lived in Germany which meant that she was now completely alone. Those two lonely souls connected because they were very much alike when it came to the subject of love. 
According to Sarah no one ever found her beautiful, which was seriously crazy because she was so elegant, so there she realized that even if you were the most beautiful and successful person you might never find the right person to compliment you.
So you see they became very good friends, enough for Sarah to trust her with her luxurious Flat for the two months that she would be in Germany. Sarah was just like her but in a different font, she was put together because she lived a life full of luxury.
I mean anyone can be content with so much economic freedom to never be bored. However she knew how damaging it was to be alone, to yearn for even a brush of a hand, to be touch starved. 
Moving into her flat was relaxing, because she wouldn’t worry about paying rent, just the food that she would eat and she was getting paid. What else could she ask for?  Maybe a boyfriend? her heart was yelling, but her unrealistic brain always ignored her begging. 
The building was very modern, she didn’t expect Sarah to live there, but she wouldn’t judge because tons of fancy cars passed by, and there she was with the worst styles combined, in her eyes she looked cool but in this area she knew that she wouldn’t fit in, she didn’t fit in regardless and now she would be surrounded by the rich. 
As the lift went up with people she would smile and no one returned a scrap of kindness, see it was her. So from there on she avoided eye contact, always looking up, breaking her neck to avoid the judgment. Maybe that’s why she didn’t see the boxes that were in front of a door, and maybe that's why she decided to avoid the judgy eyes that only stared and never budged to help her. 
“Are you lost?” As she struggled to get up, she couldn’t believe his audacity 
“No, i'm just a few steps ahead” in reality there were only two homes on each floor. 
“Impossible”
“Why? Because I can’t live here looking like this?”
“Yes and no, because Sarah lives there”
“Sarah is in Germany with her son, and I’m looking after her home”
“I have concerns”
“Ok Mr. Judgy, I met Sarah where I work and we became friends”
“You’re too young?”
“Are you calling Sarah old?”
“No I’m not”
“Well I’ll call Sarah and tell her your concerns” before he could protest she was already ringing Sarah, and she had this little scowl on her face, cute but scary in a way. 
“Hello Sarah I'll put you on speaker”
“Why darling?”
“Do you have a bodyguard in your building or on your floor?”
“No love just the code I gave you”
“Then how come your neighbor is behaving like one, said that he doesn’t trust me” by that point he was flustered and a bit angry. 
“Rúben I appreciate your concerns sweetheart but she is my friend, I’m in Germany with Liam, she’ll take care of my home, now don’t be rude ok”
“Sorry Sarah, just looking after you, well I’ll see you soon” with that he walked into his home, not sparing her or his packages another glance.
“Thanks Sarah, have fun with Liam and don’t worry about anything”
“Ok, good luck” why did she need luck? If she was walking into paradise. Everything smelled so fresh, a hint of lavender surrounded the air, however it looked too perfect, barely lived in. How did a sweet lady live in so much isolation? Did she really want this for herself? Yet she knew that even living in perfect conditions could not guarantee love.
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For the first week she woke up in pure bliss, where the clouds actually let the sun shine. She had easy shifts for two months which meant more positivity to avoid self-destruction, but you know what it didn’t improve, her delusions. 
She wanted that level of success and it was never good to pretend, because again it brought many unrealistic expectations that she didn’t care about. So she would indulge that she was a successful lawyer, who wanted to remain single because she was too good for everyone. 
The first time that she saw Sarah’s neighbor again was when she opened the door for her takeout, he was yet again picking up some packages and he squinted his eyes in a malicious way. Really what was his problem? 
The second time was yet again due to his packages, the delivery man bumped into her, making the poor man apologize, while trying to help her up. When he came out of his home, he only laughed at her and the poor man, who she pushed to the floor because her shoes were too slippery. So that started a bit of a war between them, it was childish but she was loving the tension. 
She started memorizing his schedule and he did the same for hers. He would leave earlier than her and she would arrive later than him. So what kind of war did they enter? well she started it, she would place all his packages from the beginning of the lift all the way to the end of their hallway.
As he went around to collect them, he would stack them at her door. She just didn’t know why he had so many packages and he still didn’t know her name. 
For two weeks they would both come home in a bad mood, but they couldn’t stop. She had to get revenge and so did he. What started as simple and harmless fun, quickly turned a bit too much when she got hurt. 
It was his day off which meant more planning and more boxes at her door. She didn’t watch her step and the top box fell on her face, specifically her right eye. With her loud shriek he came out of his home, a bit taken back and annoyed.
“Why are you so clumsy?”
“Why are you so mean, putting the heaviest box on the top?”
“It’s not the heaviest?”
“Maybe not for you, are you going to help me up, or are you going to laugh?”
“I really want to laugh, but maybe I’ll wait until I know that you’re safe, lets go to the hospital”
“Hospital? It’s not that serious” he slowly picked her up by putting his arms under her arms. At that time she didn’t care about how easily he picked her up, she was just dizzy. 
“Well you don’t know that, or are you a doctor?”
“If I was a doctor I would own this place not take care of it”
“We’re going and that’s final, I’ll grab my keys” 
She saw how he jogged to his home and with a blur he picked up her purse and gently took her by the waist. She won’t lie that tiny touch made her jump, and all she got was a murmured but unbothered ‘sorry’.
“Why are you helping me?”
“I don’t want you to go blind or become even more crazy”
“I’m not crazy, I’m just always in a rush”
“I don’t know if I believe you”
“How come?”
“Well you did start a package war with me”
He said as he opened the door for her and buckled her in, she noticed how beautiful he was, a nice nose, nice lips, nice profile and although she was partially blind she still saw his beauty. Oh to the Gods above, how horrible did she look?
“Well this is my third time getting hurt due to your packages and I also embarrassed myself with the delivery man ”
“Right but you never look down….”
“How come you have so much correspondence?”
“Fan mail, my brother had the bright idea to open fan mail” was she in the car with an actor? She was very confused because he did have the looks and arrogance. 
“Why do you have fans, are you an actor?” 
“I'm flattered but no, I’m a football player” and he saw how a frown became very prominent on her face. 
“Well that explains it”
“Explains what, and why are you frowning, are you disappointed?”
“Yes, it's not interesting, just explains the arrogance that’s it”
“Have you seen a match live?”
“Don’t need to, I understand the culture enough to understand how fans inflate the egos of athletes” 
“Brings lots of positive and emotional memories, that's if you’re really passionate about it, if you only care about the fame then you become arrogant”
“Says the man that has fan mail”
“Hey, I’m giving back to the people that support my career, hopefully it gives them a bit of happiness, not doing it to become more famous” 
“Ok, then how come you always laugh when im on the floor, that’s not kind” 
“Well the first time, I was shocked, the second time the delivery man like you call him, is my brother who drops off the packages, so I actually laughed at him”
“Well at least he is nice, unlike you” 
“You don’t know me” that's where their conversations took a pause because he was right you can’t assume the characteristics of a person. The conversation made them even more awkward, the drive was very silent, just her breathing in an obnoxious manner and him looking at her with concern. 
She was so stubborn because when he parked the car, she decided to get out without his assistance, causing a bit of a tumble. 
“Why can’t you just wait? I’m here for a reason”
“Bring my bag…” and that’s all she said before she fainted, he had to carry her now, and people that were unconscious were very heavy he realized. Regardless, the doctors quickly took her in and that’s where he had to lie about their relationship status to be let in. Giving him a clipboard with stuff he needed to fill up about her, yet he didn’t even know her name. 
Taking her identification discreetly from her purse became his only source of clarity, that's where he saw her beautiful name and filled up everything that was necessary.
According to the doctors she had a minor concussion along with a black eye, it wasn't serious but they were glad that he made sure to bring her. She just needed to wake up to go over a few more tests and she should be good. 
“Rúben?” He was startled by his name, but regardless he went to her side. 
“Hey, yet again you took a tumble” 
“That’s just classic me, super clumsy”
“I Guess it is, but how about no more package wars?” He had this warm look in his eyes, or maybe it was his smile that he was proudly wearing that made him look so beautiful. 
“I’ll miss it though” he let out a breathy laugh, with a sigh of relief. 
“Can we just be civil…” that’s when the doctor came in.
“Hello young lady, your boyfriend told me that you took quite a tumble…” she couldn’t even process the word boyfriend because Rúben broke out into a coughing fit, that brought some concern but he kept waving his hand as a sign that he was fine, and when he returned to normal he was met with her amused face. 
“…Well as I was saying, please keep ice on your eye and if there’s constant dizziness and headaches please come back ok, anymore questions or concerns?”
“No doctor thanks”
“Ok the nurse will be back with your medicine and a few other instructions” with that he said his goodbyes and walked out. 
“Be civil? But you’re apparently my boyfriend” he had never seen him so embarrassed, but the cute moment was ruined by his defensive response.
“Didn’t know what to say so I created something absurd” he saw how her shoulders deflated and the fun atmosphere that they created was replaced by a gush of cold air and hostility. 
She noticed that he couldn’t even fathom dating her, I mean who would, even if it was pretend, it must’ve been so painful for him to be “dating”someone who clearly wasn’t put together. 
“Right because I’m very absurd, and hideous…” 
“I never said that” 
“I know but they always think it.” They? he didn’t have the time to process a response because the nurse came in with her checkout board and her medicine with instructions and that was it, he just had to push the wheelchair. 
He didn’t know why her rejection hurt when he tried to help her up or even when he tried to buckle her in, but the slap that was placed on his hand made him retract his action and all he did was hand her the purse. 
As the wheelchair was taken back to the hospital, she sat in silence in his car. No matter what they always found her lackluster. 
Instead of being a diamond or a nice stone, she was a pebble that was avoided, not even a pebble that was kicked around or used to hurt people or other objects because she had never been given a chance to hurt someone else. Everyone just wanted to cause her pain, and she finally realized that she was put on this earth to just exist and take up space, but in a way she was resilient like a rock.
Maybe it was the pain that she was feeling, but she had to wipe away the tears that escaped and act brave, but her sniffles betrayed her. 
She was glad that he could read the room and didn’t interact. It was way more awkward and painful to be surrounded by someone who you clearly let down. 
She gathered herself and opened the door for herself, while he walked a few steps behind her. He really wanted to apologize yet nothing came out. 
As she walked out of the lift, she saw the boxes that were still stacked up and she groaned. 
What once brought her a bit of joy had become tortures. She had no choice but to remove them, but of course he helped and he was annoyed that she was still lifting them and carrying them to his door. 
“Can you not?” 
“Leave me alone Rúben, last time that I’ll bother you I promise” 
“That’s not why, you’re hurt”
“I’ll be fine…”
“If you feel anything knock on my door…”
“Won’t be necessary, have a good night, and thanks” she jumped over the last few boxes as she opened the door.
That same door that would make him smile in a devious but still fun way only brought a frown to his face as it was closed gently. 
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She asked for the rest of the week off, she couldn’t show up at work with a black eye and bloodshot eyes. Her injury left her with even less motivation, not even waking up on the clouds made her happy. 
The pizza that she had ordered for three nights in a row did not make her happy. She just wanted to talk to someone and Sarah was on a cruise. 
Ruben wasn’t doing any better, the guilt was consuming him, especially when the only sign that she was alive was the pizza that she would order. 
Coming out and into those hallways only brought him a level of shame and sadness, it made him realize that their fun game was never going to happen again. That he hurt her and made her insecure. 
So he decided to turn that around, start on the right foot with her. No more hostility and no more silly wars that would leave them like enemies. 
He would hunt down the delivery man, pay and send him back down. He waited until he showed up and there he stood against his door until she realized that her pizza was missing. 
He heard the curses minutes later before he saw her face. There she was in the worst outfit imaginable yet she still looked adorable. Her face still had a bruise but it also housed an appalled expression. 
“Looking for this?” He waved the tiny box of pizza around. 
There he was looking annoyingly handsome. 
“I thought we weren’t going to take anymore of our packages?” However there was no humor behind her tone, she just looked done. 
“This is the fourth time that you’ve had it this week, it’s not good” he was met with an angry eye roll. 
“Makes me more absurd huh?”
“You won’t be getting it back, unless you come in to have dinner with me”
“Why would I do that, it will make us miserable” 
“Can’t make us more right? So come on, I made a Portuguese dish, arroz de marisco, unless you have a restrictive diet?” 
There was no movement, she was stuck in time, if she went, it could mean lots of different things that would result in thousands of different regrets, but attempting is important, the result doesn’t matter because at least you tried, right? 
She had to search for a sign that if she went then it would turn out positive, but aren’t signs a negative thing? It just means that you’re too indecisive and afraid of making the right or wrong choice. 
She had never been asked for dinner, not by a boy at least and although it was just because he was sorry he still tried. So maybe she should try as well, so with a little nod she approached him, and just like that he moved out of the way to let her in. 
“Smells nice in here” she indulged in looking around his place, it was homey, like he actually lived there. Unlike Sarah’s it provided comfort not luxury. 
“I hope it tastes as nice as it smells” he gave her a genuine smile as he pulled the stool for her. She did jump when he pushed her into the island, but her surprise was quickly masked by an awkward clear of her throat. He just served her a plate and some wine.
“Looks nice as well, what is it exactly?”
“Rice and seafood on a broth, not sure how to explain it but that’s my mothers recipe” 
“I’ll feel bad for your mother if it’s not good” and he laughed, good to know that she could still banter with him. 
“She will be disappointed if I’m giving a bad dish to anyone, especially a girl”
“How come?”
“She always wanted her sons to cook for any occasions, to make someone feel happy or to apologize and I want to apologize and hopefully make you happy”
“Look Rúben I was just emotional and in pain, I overreacted…”
“Please don’t excuse my horrible behavior of not clarifying what I meant, I didn’t mean absurd in a bad way…” he was met with a confused look. “…Why don’t we eat and then talk?”
With a little nod from her, he observed as she had her first taste of a Portuguese dish. He wasn’t expecting the moan of pure satisfaction, so with wide eyes from him, she apologized. 
“Sorry, It’s just really good”
“Probably because you’ve had pizza for a whole week” 
“That too, but you certainly didn’t disappoint your mother” 
“Good to hear” they returned to eating in silence, and she could say that she was left completely satisfied. He then turned to look at her, with wine in hand she listened to his explanation. 
“It was absurd because I didn’t even know your name, and I was already pretending to be your boyfriend, I knew nothing about you besides probably your quirkiness and your sense of picking fights, you’re also not hideous in any way whatsoever” 
“Did you hit your head with the pizza box?” 
“No, why?”
“Me being not hideous is really funny” he just looked offended for her. 
“What’s funny about it?”
“Don’t know… I suppose no one has told me different”
“You also said ‘they’, who has told you that you’re hideous?”
“No one really, like I said they probably just think it, I’ve never been told that I’m pretty or even just decent” 
“Don’t settle for decent or pretty, settle for beautiful” 
“You can’t settle for beautiful if you don’t agree yourself” 
“You think you’re ugly?”
“Rúben in most cases women are questioning their appearance on a daily basis, it becomes routine for us, not saying that men don’t feel insecure but mostly women do because they are always told not just by people but by announcements or social media that they are ugly and not desirable if they don’t fit into perfection, and although it is painful to admit I don’t fall into that category” 
“Well I’ll admit it for you” 
“That’s kind of you, but you don’t have to pretend, not anymore that you’re forgiven” 
“Especially because I’m forgiven, I’m done pretending, look you’re beautiful and although you might not believe me I can assure you that your sense of being unapologetically yourself is very attractive” 
“Not my face though? Just my personality…”
“No querida…I think your style is nice and your lips are really pretty, so are your eyes and nose and just your side profile is really nice, you’re beautiful” 
“You’re just blabbering, admit that I'm a rock?”
“A rock?” She laughed in frustration because she realized how stupid she was, of course someone that looked like the finest diamond wouldn't understand. 
“Yeah just existing, not moving, not growing, just being on the way either avoided or used for hurting someone” 
“Are you comparing yourself to a rock? Then that’s definitely not true because some rocks are nice to look at, mountains are rocks that keep growing, housing a bunch of different species of living things, sure they are in the way but people stop to look at them, because they were put in this world to be breathtaking” 
“Beautiful words Rúben but…”
“Not forgetting about rocks that are shaped like hearts or other shapes, people love collecting those..”
“No Rúben I feel like a huge rock that’s avoided, it can’t be used to hurt or to be stared at or to even gift because it’s just existing, I don’t hurt anyone” 
“Do you want to hurt someone?”
“No I would never, but I’ve never been given the chance to be an interesting rock that causes disasters, I’m sorry if my weird comparisons are confusing you but you’re a cool rock like a diamond” 
“Diamonds are way too perfect, they are made into the perfect shape, which in a way describes me, but that doesn’t mean that it’s a good thing, we can be rocks or diamonds you choose but you will still be beautiful, it doesn’t change a thing” she appreciated his kind affirmations but their night took a turn when all she wanted was to enjoy some pizza. 
“Thanks Rúben but it will take me lots of time” 
“Well I’ll keep reminding you how beautiful you are” 
“It’s probably the wine talking but I’ll choose to believe you” their night continued with simple conversations, about her childhood and he told her all about his career. 
It was nice to have someone to talk to, and so far he wasn’t judging. They were no longer enemies of a silly war instead they were acquaintances that just wanted to mend the wounds of a rocky relationship. 
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Instead of boxes against her front door there were now little rocks placed. The first one was of a silly shape, it looked like Italy, according to him, from his note she could tell that he was creative and that he was taking this rock conversation very seriously. 
John Stones could tell that his friend was spiraling, every afternoon after training he would catch Rúben looking for pebbles. At first he thought that he was playing a funny joke on him dealing with stones but no, every little rock would bring a smile to his friends face. 
There was no point in confronting him because he would run out to his car. Excited to surprise his neighbor with a rock. He knew it was silly but he couldn’t help himself, something changed and he didn’t know what it was. 
The rock of the day was a heart and she didn’t know what to think “this can be you as a rock?” Sure they were closer, but it didn’t mean anything.  
Her heart did flutter, but she was always delusional so it really wasn't new. It’s funny believing in love, yet you never had the opportunity to love, due to your own insecurities. However Sarah believed that there was someone that was meant for her, but she had to stop looking, according to her she would just know, but how?
It couldn't be Rúben, they were two different people from different worlds. He was nice and attentive now that their little war was over. He would invite her to eat since she would only eat ‘rubbish’ food as he would call it, so he was only looking out for her. 
She was always tired from work, but she had an athletic friend who ran for hours straight and trained so much and somehow he always had the strength to cook a meal, so on her only day off she offered to cook. 
She went with a simple pasta, the only thing that was decent on her menu. She just didn’t know that it would turn out so bad because his eyes were always on her. This warm look, like he was mesmerized, made her so nervous. 
“What’s wrong?” He quickly shook his head to get out of his little daze. 
“Nothing just thinking about a girl” she quickly turned her attention to the vegetables she was cutting. 
“Oh…really?” 
“Yeah, she’s making me pasta…” the knife fell from her hand “…she’s quite bad at cooking apparently” 
“What exactly are you thinking about, just her making pasta, that's it?”
“No, she also looks stressed and a bit nervous” 
“She’s not stressed, just nervous probably”
“How come?”
“Well someone keeps staring at her”
“Yeah because she does look nervous and stressed but also very beautiful” she didn’t speak because she was preparing their plates, a nice pasta with some salad, you know to balance the carbs. 
He wasn’t lying, she looked cute when she was concentrating. She was also very funny and not serious at all, he didn’t know that he could be so attracted to someone so chaotic, but here he was observing every flaw and every perfection. He knew that no one was perfect, not even him, but she was made perfect for him and only him. 
“Um? Here it is, doesn’t look as good as I imagined, but hopefully it isn’t bad” 
“Thank you anjo, looks great don’t worry”
However, the first bite was not great, the pasta was too hard and the sauce was way too spicy. Between the coughs and giggles there was also a very insecure girl that felt like a failure. 
She was laughing through the pain, and he quickly caught on to that and he shoved another bite. With wide eyes she saw how crazy he was. She couldn’t even do that to herself and here he was clearing his throat through every bite. Until she put her hand on top of his, stopping the fork from getting more pasta. 
“Please stop, you don’t have to pretend to like it to make me feel better, I don’t want you to get sick” 
“It’s good anjo, as you keep eating, the spice numbs your tongue” 
“I’m sorry, see I’m not good at anything” 
“Well at least I enjoyed seeing you cook, maybe the actual product might not be as tasty but you looked beautiful creating it” 
“Yeah but I’m not edible so what are we supposed to eat” she realized what she said after seeing his head turned to the side with a teasing glint on his face. 
“Don’t say anything else Rúben, I have ice cream and leftover pizza”
“Let’s just eat the salad, I mean it looks fine” 
“Knowing me, I screwed that up as well…” 
Surprisingly the salad wasn’t bad and they did end up having a nice conversation, about nothing in particular, just two people that wanted to learn more about each other, until it took a bit of a turn. 
“Ok Linda let’s clean up?”
“Linda means pretty correct?”
“Yes, or beautiful whatever you feel is more appropriate”
“Why are your eyes looking at me like that?” his eyes squinted, confused about her question. 
“Like what?” 
“They are so warm and welcoming, they make me believe”
“Believe in what?”
“That I look beautiful…Why do I feel beautiful when you look at me?”
“You are beautiful  I’ve told you plenty of times, but you’re very stubborn when it comes to me, do you know that?”
“I’m not stubborn I just don’t want to jump to conclusions that can potentially hurt me”
“I won’t hurt you, I don’t think I can”
“You’re crazy thinking I’m beautiful” 
“Well I’m crazy then” 
“Stop Ruben, you can’t think I’m pretty”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s impossible”
“I’m not lying, I like you” he didn’t find any humor in his confession, but she found it hilarious. 
“Why are you laughing? I’m a serious man and if I’m a liar I wouldn’t be here, I would’ve left you alone, because I don’t like to get close to people just to hurt them” 
“How do I know that you’re not lying though? I’ve never had anyone like me before. Always wondered if something was wrong with me, and I’m supposed to believe that you like me?” 
“You’re absolutely breathtaking…”
“So are you, that’s why I don’t understand” she was raising her voice, getting frustrated. 
“Don’t raise your voice linda, look I think we’re confused…”
“See, you are confused, you can find someone who is organized or more put together, who knows how to cook, who you will look good next to…”
“I don’t want all of that, I just want you, I can eat your pasta every night if it means that I can stare at you, that I can be here with you. Ask everyone at work they know that I’m going crazy just to make you happy, to make you realize that you’re enough” 
“Enough for who?” He groaned with a level of desperation.
“For me” She was a bit taken back by his voice, he looked angry, with his hands pointing at his chest. 
“Can we sit?”
“Of course, sorry for snapping” 
“I deserve it, I’m very stubborn and insecure…”
“Linda please stop, I will never know exactly what you’re feeling, but I’ll try to understand you”
“I’m not saying that you can’t relate to feeling lonely, but I was very lonely up until I arrived in Manchester. I was surrounded by people loving each other, but no one loved me. Do you know how much that damages a woman?…” with a shake of his head she continued
 “…it makes you feel like you’re not beautiful enough, or even just attractive for a night, if no one wanted me for a night then no one would want me forever. So I thought that I wasn’t made to love, I was put in this world to self-sabotage” 
She was very strong, or she tried to be because the trembling of her lips made her look completely sad. He grabbed her hands, providing some comfort. Rúben wanted her to know that he was present and that her confession made him aware that she was suffering and in need of him, even though she kept rejecting him. 
“You’re right in a way I’ve never been lonely, but I do feel alone. I'm almost thirty with no wife or kids and I was convinced that I will never find anyone. Sure there’s been women that want me, but just for a night and it’s not as great as you think because at the end of the night you will still be lonely. With you, I get to spend most of my afternoons and you make me complete, even if we talk for one hour I still feel satisfied” 
“I’ve never done this before, so I’m sorry if it makes me look childish, but you have to be very mature to decide that you will never love. Now I gathered that an opportunity for me to love is here, but what then? I don’t know what to expect or even what I can do” 
“Then let me guide you, I will not judge, but can I be your exception?”
“I've lived surrounded by love, I’ve yearned to be loved yet it never arrived, but Maybe you might be my exception after all”
“Then I’ll be your exception” she scooted closer to him, putting her head on his shoulder and that was his sign to pull her closer, ready to give her everything but most importantly his love. 
“I have very unrealistic expectations, just so you know, I’m a bit delusional when it comes to love” he chuckled, and she looked into his eyes.
“I’m ready to live up to those unrealistic expectations, but I also have some expectations”
“Like what, will I have to feed you everyday?”
“If one of your unrealistic expectations is for your man to cook for you, then I’ll do that with no problem…” a tiny wink was given “just make me happy, be supportive and loving that’s it”
“Well that certainly makes me look materialistic, but I promise that I’m not, I also want the same things as you, but I want to live in a little fairytale if that makes sense, I don’t like arguing so if we could avoid that it would be perfect” 
“Didn’t we argue this whole time?”
“That was different because maybe it was our way of flirting or maybe gifting pebbles?”
“John thinks I’m crazy, I stay behind and I gather rocks, but did they make you happy?”
“You have no idea how happy they made me, my own personalized experience of being in a fairytale” 
“Good, then I’ll keep doing it” 
“Also in about a two weeks Sarah will be back and I won’t be here for much longer, I’ll have to find another flat, so we have to learn to deal with a new routine”
“I’ll finally take you on real dates then, we will be a proper couple” 
“I hope I don’t scare you away” 
“I’m sure you won’t, teach me how to be as happy and loving as you and then we will scare people away together or make them jealous you decide” 
“You’re very romantic, I like that” 
“Good, because this is only an ounce of my romantic qualities” 
“Let’s go back to cleaning, but before that, can we take everything very slowly, maybe not the falling in love part but the intimacy?…” 
“I’m already in love with you” she smacked his chest because she was being vulnerable.
“You can’t say that yet Ruben” 
“Why not?”
“Because you haven’t had me fully…”
“I don’t need to, wouldn't change a thing” her heart did flutter with that and her romantic sigh did not go unnoticed by him,
“You will be patient though?”
“Of course amor, won’t be an issue, I’ll wait” 
“Remember I’m new to this and although I really want to jump right in, I can’t” 
“I know and again at your own pace” with a kiss to her cheek he stood up to clean the dishes, leaving her completely flustered. That’s how their nights continued until Sarah arrived and nothing had changed… Sarah was happy that her plan worked. 
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Sarah loved Rúben, he was a very kind young man, he was attentive and overall perfect for her new friend. His only weakness would have to be the amount of women that he would bring to his home. 
Now that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, because they did look content walking out of his home, the issue was when they stopped walking in and out of his home. 
She never liked to pry but according to his brother, Rúben had given up on the aspect of love and casual flings, he needed to settle down; he just never found the right girl. 
She had a solution to introduce him to the nice girl from her jeweler. She was young and she also believed that love wasn’t for her, so what better way to bring two lost souls together. 
She too was a hopeless romantic and she never found love because she was stubborn and she knew first hand how horrible it was to be lonely and she definitely did not want that for her.
Her plan was to go on visit her son, and make them meet by themselves. From all the conversations with her, she could tell that her plan was working. 
When she arrived she saw their faces all round and happy. Her plan had worked and she will never tell them. Especially because her plan of finding love for herself also worked. 
Rúben and her had planned a welcome home party, he reassured her that a party could consist of just three people, however when they both threw the balloons at Sarah, she had an older gentleman beside her. 
With confused looks she introduced Henry. He was a philosophy professor in Germany, quite established and most importantly single. 
They had a lovely dinner and after that’s where they had a conversation. Just two girls who found love. 
“I see that we both found someone in just two months” 
“I told you that our time would come, we just had to be patient and most importantly prepared”
“Oh, I’m not prepared at all Sarah, I haven’t even kissed him, I keep avoiding his lips” 
“I wouldn't avoid him at all” with a teasing smile she was met
“Sarah!”
“What? You found a dreamy guy darling”
“Tell me about Henry though?”
“I met him on the cruise, in just under a month I fell in love with him” 
“I’m happy for you, for us”
“I’ve learned that even though I’m old, I still deserve the love that I never had, and it feels great. How about you?”
“I learned that Love comes when you’re not searching for it, when you don't allow your insecurities to block your process of accepting yourself, because now I believe that I’m enough for myself and him” 
“Good acceptance has to come from within, thanks for this party darling, now let’s go enjoy this new journey that is love” with a giddy laugh and a hug they finally found the love that they desperately deserved. 
Waking back inside her and Rúben said their goodbyes. She made her way with her luggage to Ruben’s place. Now she was nervous, she didn’t know what to expect. It had only been two weeks since they officially started dating but again all of this was new to her. 
“I’m happy for Sarah” 
“Me too, she deserves it” 
“I’m happy for us as well” he turned to look at her, and with tiny steps he made his way towards her. To lift her into a bone crushing hug. There she felt safe and comfortable, his touch made everything very real. 
“Put me down Rúben” 
“No, I like having you in my arms” 
“Me too, but I have to start looking for a home, I can’t stay with you for too long, don’t want to invade your space” 
“You won’t take any space from me, besides I’ll help you look” with a kiss to her cheek he let her down. 
“Umm… will you stay in my room with me or the guest room?”
“It’s up to you” 
“No it’s actually up to you, whatever you’re comfortable with” she was swinging from front to back, a thing she did when she was nervous and he had noticed it on other occasions as well, like the time she was contemplating kissing his cheek. 
“Can I stay with you?” she said very shyly but he still heard her. 
“ of course amor, we can cuddle before we sleep” 
“Just let me shower ok, and I take forever with my skin care just a heads up”
“I can’t wait, I’ll shower in the other bathroom” with another kiss from him he told her where the bathroom was and from there they went their separate ways. 
That was her time to freak out and reflect, it was going to be tough learning to share a space, especially if instead of getting rest she will become restless. 
Her skin care was complete, she had no clue why she did it if the stress wrinkles were going to make an appearance regardless. Especially when she came out and there he was laying down on his side of the bed that he had chosen. 
He noticed her presence and that’s when he put his phone down. She made her way to the bed very shyly, side to side she felt the awkwardness. 
“Can I cuddle you?” 
“Umm, yes” why did she squeak? 
“You sure?”
“Yes Rúben” 
That was his confirmation to lay on his side and pull her to his chest. However she wasn’t relaxing, probably overthinking everything.
“Just relax baby, it’s just a cuddle” 
“I know but, it’s weird that you want to willingly cuddle me” 
“You’re my girlfriend, of course I want to be close to you” looking up at him, she saw his calm and tired eyes. 
“I want to be close to you too, but I’m still nervous” 
“Why?”
“Do you stop yourself when it comes to me?” 
“I like what we have, not jumping straight in, I’m learning more about you, the emotional aspect, which makes me very confident for our future” 
“I want to build the physical connection as well with you, but I’m nervous” 
“Cuddling is a great way to start, instead of having your hands on my arm that’s holding you, why don’t you let them roam around” 
“Where though?”
“Touch my face, my arms, my chest, you choose” that only prompted her to be even more timid. So he grabbed her hands and placed them on his chest, after turning her to her side. There she softly traced patterns on his chest, until eventually her hands made their way to his soft cheeks. 
“You’re very handsome, like too pretty to be mine” 
“Well I’m yours, and I’m lucky that I have you” 
She was tracing his lips with her eyes, she wasn’t thinking clearly, she really couldn’t because he was gently caressing her hip. 
“I want you to kiss me” she said surely, with a hint of doubt that was instantly erased when he smiled. 
“I would love to kiss you, but what kind of kiss do you want?”
“I have no clue, I just want to feel your lips against mine”
Rúben noticed the jitters of nerves and anticipation, yet he was stuck. How do you kiss someone that hasn’t been kissed before. His first kiss was ages ago and he was probably more nervous to kiss her than he was when he first started experimenting. 
“I’m nervous” it was hard for him to admit but he had to be vulnerable. 
“Are you a bad kisser? Because if you are I won’t know the difference” 
“I hope I’m not, I just hope that I’m able to meet your expectations. How will I teach you to kiss?” She smiled softly as a way to reassure him that she was also in that crossroad. However she was always so chaotic and she kissed the corner of his mouth, shocking him, leaving him red and warm. 
“You’re definitely braver than me…” she connected their lips, it was just a tiny peck, but she did feel the softness and the spark that she was waiting for. She connected their foreheads and there she saw his smile. 
“I’m sorry…”
“You never have to apologize for kissing me, I’m the one that should be sorry”
“I just wanted to not think about it” 
“It was perfect don’t worry” 
“Perfect? I barely touched your lips”
“Doesn’t matter, our lips touched which is a kiss” 
“I’ve always been like this, but since I had you so close I had to do it” 
“I wanted to do it, but again I was afraid that I was going to scare you”
“Why would I be scared?”
“I don’t know”
“If you don’t know, you kiss me”  she noticed how he hesitated, and that's when her insecurities got to her. 
“It’s fine Ruben we can sleep now….” he lost the touch that she was providing.
 “…I hope you don’t mind but I’ll turn the other way, night Ruben” what can he do to show her that he really did want to kiss her? That he wanted all of her, but that he was actually scared.
“Wait amor, you have to understand that I do want to kiss you…”
“It’s fine…” 
“Can you look at me please?”
“I’m tired” with a groan, he had to put his thoughts together because she was very stubborn, and he couldn’t leave her in the dark 
“I don’t know how to make you comfortable ok, that’s what makes me scared. You love the idea of love, but it's hard ok, love is hard and I don’t want to let you down”
“Then you let me decide if love is hard, you said it yourself I’ve never loved or been loved before, but I’m starting to and so far it feels great…” she was finally facing him
“…it feels great because I have you, and I want to experience all of this but only if we’re both comfortable, thanks for worrying about me, but I won’t run away, I don’t think I can, I want to learn to love but only with you” 
“I’m sorry baby, I want to be enough for you…”
“You told me once that I was enough, and so are you ok”
“I won’t promise you that I will be perfect, but we will be good for each other and I know it…. I’m sorry” 
Their night ended with a hug, no kiss or anything else. Did he reject her? She had no choice but to stay in the dark, she knew that someone couldn't love if there was no intimacy. Sure love was about trust, honesty, good communication, but also it was about intimacy being physically connected and vulnerable. 
She wasn’t talking about sex, although that was something that completely terrified her, but more so the aspect of just kissing or touching with no other strings attached, just casual intimacy with some emotional connection, that was intimate as well right? 
She had to wake up alone and confused, maybe her little love story lasted for a few weeks. She was not made for love, she will always remain a dreamer. 
She let the tears fall, heavy sobs that were blurring her senses. So much so that she didn’t hear the door opening or even process those hands that were gently holding her face. 
He was desperately telling her to breathe, to look into his eyes. How can it be possible to get lost in the eyes of someone that was suffering.
She was the lost one, and he wanted her to find him, to meet his desperate eyes, so that he could take her pain away.
He knew that he should’ve waited in bed with her, but he wanted to surprise her with breakfast in bed. To make her feel welcomed in his home. She was probably thinking that he didn’t love her, that he had left. 
“Amor, please look at me, I’m right here…”
“Breathe baby, come back to me…” 
He didn’t know how long he had waited for her to come back. Eventually she noticed that she was wrapped in his arms. He didn’t leave? 
She heard the tiny whispers, the hushed ‘I love you’s’ and she felt the kisses he was placing on her head. He was here and he wasn’t leaving. 
“Rúben?”
“Yes baby?”
“You didn’t leave?”
“No amor, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed” she looked around the room and the tray was on the floor, along with some flowers. 
“I thought that you didn’t want to be with me” 
“Why baby, because I didn’t kiss you last night?”
“You probably think I’m weird” 
“No, look at me it was late yesterday, your eyes were droopy and I didn’t want you to have a rushed kiss, I really want to kiss you, devour you, and love you, but I don’t think you’re letting me” 
“I’m afraid” now she was looking at him, having his face so close, but so out of reach. 
“And so am I, like I told you before I’m afraid of not being able to love you the way you want to be loved, I want to meet all your expectations but it’s hard for me if you don’t let me in” 
“What do you want me to tell you? All my insecurities because I think that we will be here forever. I’m old and I’ve never had a boyfriend. The world moved on so fast, that I didn’t process being the only one that was left behind. Everyone that I went to school with are married, they have kids, heck some of them are even divorced and here I am being afraid of my boyfriend kissing me and then leaving. So I’m sorry if your rejection last night made me doubt if I was made to love…” 
The gasp she let out when he kissed her, when he held her so tightly that she was feeling every emotion. Hands on her face holding her from the force of his passion. 
He literally was getting lost in her, and she didn’t realize it yet but she was moving her lips against his, enjoying the warmth that he was spreading. 
The kiss started hungry, then it turned steady and finally it slowed down. Just lips moving against each other instead of tongues. Enjoying the softness and sureness of a simple yet beautiful kiss. 
He knew that she was enjoying it because she smiled and he had no choice but to melt their smiles together. Until only continuous pecks were placed, and maybe a whispered I love you from him. 
He did love her, the moment that she freaked out in the hospital, he fell in love. He had never seen someone so positive but also scared, he wanted to protect her and tell her every day that she was beautiful and loved. 
“I love you” he said in a raspy and tender tone. 
“Rúben?…”
“It might be too soon, but I don’t regret it, I don’t want to tiptoe around this relationship, I love you and I’m not afraid to admit it, this kiss sealed everything, you’re stuck with me” 
“I..I don’t know if I kissed you…”
“Linda the kiss was perfect, you kissed me with the same level of confidence that you’ve always had, don’t worry ok” 
“Rúben, I love you too, even though it’s too soon, but I’ve loved you since the moment you took my pizza” 
“I loved you since the hospital visit”
“You loved me first?”
“Why wouldn't I, the little package war put love right in my doorstep, I was so excited to pick up those boxes and place them against your door, it brought a rush that I had never experienced before, I felt alive even though at the moment it seemed like I was miserable, deep down I anticipated your presence, it was always you” 
“What now? Do we eat breakfast” 
“Yes let’s just continue to live in our own world, a world where love was made for you, because you were born to love and you waited until I showed up and for that I’m truly grateful” 
“I love you Rúben” 
“I love you too, my beautiful pebble” with another kiss he made her forget all her doubts…
Do you wonder if you were born to love? Because the answer to that is yes. To love someone else you have to believe that you’re enough for yourself. Love comes from within and when you master the mystery of self-love you will find someone that can appreciate and love who you are. 
Yes you can be a hopeless romantic and yes you can be a dreamer that loves the thrill of self-destruction, but never think that you’re not worthy of love. Time moves fast, it really does but there is always time to experience the unexpected journey of love.
A time will come for you to find love even if you wait years for it. There will be a person that was made for you and only you. That person will love everything that you deemed unworthy, your worst qualities, your worst insecurities and your shattered dreams. 
They will love you for who you are and who you want to be with no fear, because they also don’t want to end up alone, no one deserves to be lonely. Accept that everyone experiences life and love at different stages and when you least expect it, everything will fall into place and you will love and be loved.
The End….
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a/n: Thanks for reading. I wanted to write this story because I know that many of us struggle with the idea that we will never love, because the world is too unkind to us. We see so many of our friends or relatives living a happy life, yet we are unable to find that happiness that is to be loved. Again we are very young and we have a good chunk of our lives to love, but first let’s love ourselves, then a boy or a girl will show up and change our whole perspective. Remember you’re a beautiful mountain that deserves to be in the way. Lots of Love- Nat❤️
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the summer seemed to last forever
alternatively: how bad would it be if we just hard launched?
in which they didn't want summer break to end because that meant having to sneak around again
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“i don’t wanna go back, i just wanna be here forever,” she hums, her cheeks pressed into her palm as she stares out at the calm waves. she lies on her stomach as she kicks her feet in the air, her sunglasses resting on her nose as her hair flew in several directions from the contrasting winds.
they find themselves on a private and discreet resort. one where there’s not many people, the younger girl really made a valiant effort to find one that’s not too famous to avoid any pictures leaking.
“you don’t mean that. you cried last night because you said you miss racing!” logan laughs, lying on his back next to her. he turns his head and holds his hand up above his eyes to shield himself.
“i lied, i don’t know,” she sighs tiredly, dropping her forehead on her forearm. she peeks through an eye and is genuinely confused. “how about you just… wear your sunglasses?”
“i wouldn’t be able to see how pretty you are,” logan frowns as a smile slowly stretches his lips. he pinches her cheek before rolling to lie flat on his stomach with her. “i don’t really wanna go back either.”
“if i had to be teammates with alex, i’d share the same sentiments.”
“no, not like that!” logan laughs. he moves closer to her, resting his head on her shoulder. “i don’t wanna have to go back and pretend like we’re not together.”
“i literally know what you mean,” she sighs. “i don’t think i can take another ‘are you with logan’ investigation from those losers.”
“hey, one of them’s my teammate!”
“he’s the biggest loser out of them all!”
“apologise!”
“sometimes i think we should just hard launch our relationship,” she rests her head on top of his, her feet swaying to hit his feet that are also in the air. “honestly, how bad could it be?”
“i fantasize about that sometimes,” logan agrees. “i just get so tired pretending like i don’t wanna hold your hand everywhere during the weekend. i also want to be able to kiss you after a race! do you have any idea how sexy you look after a race?”
she rolls away from him with a groan on her lips. “logan!”
“what?”
“it’s just the adrenaline that makes you wanna do that!” she laughs, shoving him back gently on the shoulder. “we figured that out last year when you were on the top of the podium.”
“i looked hot right? it’s not often you have to look up to see me on the podium when i’m next to you.”
“please! i let you win that race.”
“oh, how very generous of you,” logan smiles, resting a hand on the exposed skin of her waist. “is there any way i can thank you for that?”
“give me all your money,” she smiles sweetly, hanging her head to the side as she moves towards logan. “let’s hard launch our relationship. let’s tell the world — to hell with the people that will talk shit about me. i’ll get over it.”
logan raises an eyebrow. “you will not get over it. be realistic, my love.”
“i’ll get over it just to be able to kiss you in parc ferme. you’re right — i’m too sexy to not be kissed after a race.” logan frowns, making her giggle. “you’re hot too, i guess.”
“you guess,” logan trails off, shaking his head. “it’s like you don’t even love me anymore.”
“absurdity!” she shrieks in shock. “seriously, though. let’s tell everyone? i’m so tired of sneaking around and playing into their games.”
“let’s just keep it to ourselves for as long as we can,” logan mutters, pressing his lips against her shoulder. “we won’t ever get a moment of peace if we tell everyone now. i know i would hate that.”
she hums, goosebumps covering the area that his lips touch. “i guess you’re right. i just hope the summer would last forever — i’m having the best time with you here. i almost forgot we’ve got a job to return to in a couple of days.”
“we’ll have fun. we’re at least doing one of the things we would talk about,” logan smiles on her skin. “traveling together everywhere. sneaking into each other’s hotel room just makes it so much more interesting. how many times has james walked past you outside my room again?”
“i’ve lost count. i swear he knows about us but is saving us the embarrassment,” she giggles. “but i guess he’s got bigger things to bother about than figuring out his driver’s relationship status.”
“oh, he cares. he asks me about you every weekend.”
“shame he’s already married.”
“if i could throw a question mark in your race right now, i really would.”
“you’re just mad you’re not james vowles.”
“true.”
“hey!” lily squeaks, dropping herself into the mat next to the girl. “we found the brochure for water activities! and no,” she glances at logan, “they don’t have spots for fishing.”
“thank god,” she mutters in relief while logan sulks next to her. “do they have one where i can beat my boyfriend up?”
“if they did, i’d have already signed us up.”
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kidy/n
🎵 zack tabudlo - give me your forever
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kidy/n i totally didn’t drown in the sea wdym?
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user1 no logan dump? my entire summer is ruined
user2 omg maybe she thirdwheeled oscar n lily?
user3 no way,, logan was definitely with them 💀
oscarpiastri is it me or y/n that’s the thirdwheel 😐
oscarpiastri can you PLEASE go to your boyfriend and get your own boyfriend???
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user4 i saw that osCAR JACK PLS EXPLAIN URSELF
user5 whAT DID HE SAAAAAY
alex_albon wowwwwwwww where did u guys go
kidy/n .
alex_albon good talk 🤝
lilymhe my girlfriends are soooo pretty 😚😚
lilyzneimer no u
kidy/n no u!!!!
logansargeant actually me
user6 BOOOO WHERE’S THE LOGAN DUMP
user7 weekly dose of loscar where?
user8 wow song choice
user9 sounds like someone’s down bad
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kidy/n i love cosplaying and driving people crazy
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logansargeant stop acting like i’m ur stand in boyfriend
kidy/n ur literally the rzn i cant find a bf
logansargeant excuses for the biggest skill issue
ciara_yln going to the beach without me is crazy
lilyzneimer babysitting was tiring
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🎵 lily allen - fuck you
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logansargeant being the rzn she doesnt have a bf 🤝 being the rzn i dont have a gf
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user10 ok? then just date each other
user11 u might just be the one to solve world hunger my bro
user12 they’re stubborn
user13 THESE ARE MY PARENTS, YOUR HONOR
kidy/n honour*
logansargeant omg we got a daughter?? kidy/n
kidy/n idw kids with u ew
alex_albon ???
landonorris ???
georgerussell63 ???
lilymhe !!!
alexandrasaintmleux !!!
charles_leclerc ???
kidy/n omg shut up
mickschumacher is this what people consider just friends or did i miss the revised version of some new dictionary?
user14 U KNOW WHATS UP
user15 i’m in love with you (tell us what you know)
user16 *slams credit card on the table*
user17 please speak the truth and nothing but the truth 🙏🏼🙏🏼
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poppy-metal · 4 months
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Fake dating au when you both are visiting their parents estate because maybe it’s a holiday or someone in their family’s birthday or whatever event. While you’re both getting ready you two keep eyeing each other from the other side of the room, taking sneaky glances at one another, asking jordan to help you zip up your dress and putting on your necklace— which of course they help and their fingers hover after having clasped it into place..
You’re so nervous about making a good impression, about making Jordan look good and being like the perfect girl next door they lead you around the room with a hand on your lower back..
their hands would be slightly trembling as they drag the zipper up your spine to close the sides of your dress. they have to do the mr. darcy hand flex thing when they step away, because the sight of your bare back, the delicate slope of your waist, its all too much they try to physically shake the desire to touch you from their hands. It doesn't work though. it just gets worse, the wanting.
seeing you try so hard for their parents, harder even, then jordan tries for them. the hand at the back of your waist all night feels natural, and for a bit, they can play a game, think about it being real, about having a gem like you to show off to everyone. and you seem to melt into them, leaned towards them like flowers do for the sun. they think your acting is fucking unfairly good. cruel almost, for fucking with their heart.
that night, when you're both undressing faced away from eachother, you're both silent. jordan is listening to the flutter of your dress hit the floor, imagines it pooling around your feet, sees your bare back in their head again and they can't breathe the wanting is so intense.
"I'll sleep on the couch," they announce, because they can't share a bed with you. cant do it and not touch you. thats too much of an ask, even for them.
"jordan?" you ask, blinking, slipping into your nightgown. you glance at the bed. "what for? your beds big enough."
jordan grips the handle of their door and turns halfway to face you. "its fine. you can have it - "
"wont that be weird?" you press. "we're supposed to be a couple. couples share the same bed."
you see their jaw working. feel a flush of heat go through you when they look at you fully. still pressed against the door, though.
"couples also fuck." they say bluntly, sarcasm their best defense as always. "i mean, if we were a real couple, I'd definitely want to fuck you. in that bed." they exhale, "but we're not a real couple, so. couch it is."
"wait." you step forward. swallow. "I've been thinking, anyway. we should p-practice intimacy. if we wanna seem realistic..."
"intimacy." jordan echoes. stares at you.
you fiddle with your fingers, "like. we'll have to do more than just kiss for the cameras eventually. w - we should be used to touching eachother. just. i should be prepared.... i think. you always see those hot couple photos where they're caught doing something dirty! people will wanna see that! s-so. yeah- um-"
"freshmen." jordan steps away from the door. some of the tenseness has left their shoulders. their eyes are on you, and you flush at the way they seem to darken with interest. intrest in you. in touching you.
"y-yeah?"
"get on the bed."
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sixosix · 1 year
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nishinoya yuu loves his teammates.
he adores shouyou, yamaguchi, and kageyama. (tsukishima is only slowly growing on him.) point is, he loves his junior teammates dearly, and would gladly win and lose every tournament if it means just being with them.
but right now? it almost doesn’t feel that way.
you shift nervously, hoping hinata wouldn’t turn around and see the almost poisonous glare nishinoya is drilling on the back of his head. you can see the smoke coming from his ears.
“um.” you feel sweat trickle down the side of your face on hinata’s behalf. “hinata-kun…”
“huh?” says hinata, so painfully oblivious. he tilts his head, asking, “is that a no? it’s okay if you don’t know how to, i can teach you!”
someone gasps from the sidelines.
an unreadable look passes over nishinoya’s face. you almost laugh at how much he’s resembling a disgruntled kitten.
“i know how to, hinata-kun, it’s just that—”
“shouyou,” says nishinoya sternly, a shadow cast across his face, “please stop flirting with the love of my life.”
hinata’s face drains of color so fast you almost reach out in case he faints right then and there. “nishinoya-senpai!” he cries, horrified, “is it against the—the bro… bro… conduct…? contract?”
“the bro code,” yamaguchi helpfully supplies.
“the bro code!” hinata continues. “is it against the bro code to teach someone’s significant other volleyball?”
“it is very intimate,” tanaka agrees, nodding. “i wouldn’t cross that line even on those damn city boys!”
“since when was there a bro code?” sugawara wonders.
“what’s a bro code?” kageyama looks lost, and a little miffed he’s missing out on what seems to be another rule about volleyball he doesn’t know.
“because!” nishinoya yells, catching the attention of just about everyone in the court. “because i don’t want any of you wooing y/n-chan! only i get to look cool in front of y/n, okay? not even you, shouyou.”
hinata nods, taking his mistake seriously.
“yuu,” you laugh, exasperated and hopelessly fond, “there’s no need for all that. only you look the coolest in my eyes.”
nishinoya freezes, jaw hanging wide open. it is impossible, realistically, but everyone watches in awe as an arrow in the shape of a heart strikes him right on his chest.
“y-y/n…” he sobs, sprinting over to you until you’re tackled. but you’re too used to his antics so you just hold him up awkwardly, unfazed. “i love you! would you really let me teach you volleyball?”
this seems extremely important for nishinoya, so you play along and pretend to consider it. “hmm, i don’t know,” you muse, and nishinoya holds his breath. “are you a good teacher?”
“he is!” tanaka agrees immediately, the number one wingman.
“nishinoya-senpai is the best teacher!” and hinata means it, too. “you’re so lucky, y/n-san!”
“i’m touched to have this honor, then,” you laugh. 
“i love you guys! i’m treating you ice cream tomorrow!” nishinoya continues sobbing and preening from the praise. he turns to you, pointing with a finger. “i’m not going to make you regret choosing me!”
you find it sweet that nishinoya is more than happy to let you in on his favorite sport. he seems overjoyed of the thought of you and volleyball combined. “of course, yuu. i’m looking forward to it.”
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this is so stupid HAHAHA i swear it’s like i forgot how to write anymore. i didnt even want to do my fancy format bc i cant think of a title for this
is this a good time to post? no. am i gonna do it anyway so i can slowly make my way back to the algorithm before posting longer fics even though this’ll flop? absolutely yes.
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