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DAMNED DEVOTION [3/3]

ship: father charlie x fem!nun!reader warnings: nsfw 🔞 ( m. receiving oral/handjob; fem. receiving oral; p in v; overstimulation; creampie, wrap before you tap kiddos; breeding kink; degradation/praise kink; coercion/dub-con?; sacrilege, heavy religious imagery ) word count: 5.4k a/n: ahhh, i can't believe i finally finished the final part to this little 'devotion' piece. to thank you all for following along with this series i may have gone a little filthy 😅 also, don't know if you guys care to know, but it's my twin (@k-nayee) and i's 20th birthday today, wheeewwww 🎉🥳! i'll see you all in the next update, and don't be afraid to shoot an ask/request or check out my other works! this is a continuation of my previous one-shotS, '𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍' and '𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.' If you haven't read those yet, I recommend starting there to understand the progression of their relationship….

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It was a bright afternoon, the sun hanging high in the sky, its rays filtering through the branches of the old oak tree that stood at the edge of the courtyard. The air smelled fresh, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant murmur of conversation.

A group of young nuns-in-training, dressed in their modest habits, sat on the grass, their voices soft with laughter. You were among them, sitting with your legs tucked beneath you, your Bible open in your lap, a pencil in your hand as you made notes from the earlier service.

The warmth of the sun on your skin made you feel content, almost peaceful, and you were momentarily lost in thought, the words on the page blurring slightly as your mind wandered.

"Sister ____!" a voice called, breaking through your concentration.

You looked up, startled, to see one of the younger nuns smiling at you, her eyes bright with curiosity. She had a round face, still clinging to the softness of her youth, her cheeks flushed from the sun. Her name was Sister Olive, and she was always one of the more talkative ones, her energy infectious among the group.

"Yes?" you replied, giving her a gentle smile. The group of nuns-in-training giggled amongst themselves, their eyes flickering between you and something—or rather someone—further down the courtyard path.

You followed their gaze and saw Father Charlie walking alongside another priest, his expression focused, his hands clasped behind his back.

The sun seemed to catch on his features, highlighting the strong line of his jaw, the soft waves of his hair. He looked every bit the holy man, yet there was an undeniable handsomeness to him, something that drew eyes wherever he went.

Sister Olive leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sister ____, does Father Charlie have a wife?"

Your brows furrowed slightly, confused by the question. "Pardon?" you asked, blinking as you looked back at her.

The group broke into another fit of giggles, Sister Olive glancing towards Father Charlie again before continuing. "I heard that priests can be married if they were married before being ordained..." she trailed off, her tone curious, her gaze turning back to you. "I just wondered if Father Charlie was ever married. He seems like he could be, doesn't he?"

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at the implication, and you quickly shook your head, trying to keep your voice steady. "No, Sister Olive, he isn't married," you answered, your tone soft but firm.

The young nuns exchanged glances, and another wave of giggles spread through the group, their laughter light and full of the innocence of youth.

Sister Olive sighed dramatically, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, I thought so. He's too serious to have a wife, don't you think? But still... he's quite handsome."

You swallowed, glancing back towards Father Charlie, who was now nearing the edge of the courtyard, his eyes scanning the area as if searching for something—or someone.

You quickly looked away, your heart fluttering in your chest, a strange mixture of emotions churning within you. You knew you shouldn't think of him in that way, shouldn't let the words of the younger nuns affect you, but it was impossible not to.

The memory of his touch, his voice, the way he had looked at you in the confessional—it all came rushing back, making your pulse quicken, your hands trembling slightly as you closed your Bible.

A second later, a shadow fell over the group; the young nuns quickly quieted, their giggles turning into soft murmurs. Looking up, you saw Father Charlie standing before you, a small, knowing grin on his lips.

His eyes locked onto yours, an intensity in his gaze that made your breath catch. He gave a short, polite bow of his head. "Good morning, Sister ____," he said, his voice smooth, almost gentle, before his gaze shifted to the rest of the group. "Good morning, sisters."

The young nuns responded in unison, their voices a mix of giggles and greetings. You looked down at your Bible, mumbling a quiet, "Good morning, Father Charlie," along with the others, your face heating up under his watchful eyes.

You thought that was the end of it, that he would move on and let you be, but then he spoke again, his voice calling your name.

"Sister ____," he said, his tone still polite, but there was something in it that made your heart skip a beat. "I was hoping I could have your assistance with preparing for next week's sermon. I need some help organizing the notes and scriptures. Would you be able to spare a moment?"

You felt your heart race, already knowing that this was a lie, that his request had little to do with the sermon and everything to do with the tension that lingered between you.

Clearing your throat, you forced a smile, nodding as you closed your Bible and rose to your feet. "Of course, Father," you replied, turning to the young nuns. "I'll see you all later."

They nodded, their eyes wide with curiosity as they watched you walk away with Father Charlie. He led you across the courtyard, his pace measured, his hands clasped behind his back.

You followed him in silence, your heart pounding, your mind racing with a mix of anticipation and fear.

He brought you to the sacristy—a room in the church where sacred objects and vestments were kept and prepared for use during rituals.

The room was medium-sized, its thick concrete walls lined with shelves that held ornate chalices, gilded candlesticks, and other sacred items. A large wooden table stood in the center, covered with cloth and a few open books, the sunlight streaming through the small window, casting a warm glow over the space.

The air smelled faintly of incense, the scent comforting yet heavy, reminding you of the solemnity of the church.

You turned around just in time to see Father Charlie shut the door, the soft click of the lock echoing in the quiet room.

Your heart skipped a beat, your breath catching in your throat as he turned back to you, his eyes dark, filled with something you couldn't quite name—something that made your pulse quicken, your hands trembling slightly at your sides.

You swallowed, trying to steady yourself, and turned back around, your eyes roaming over the various sacred objects lining the shelves. You busied yourself by adjusting the cloth on the table, pretending to study the items, anything to keep yourself distracted from the tension filling the room.

You could feel him behind you, his presence heavy, the air thick with something unspoken.

A shudder ran through you as you felt his hands on your shoulders, his fingers rubbing gently against the fabric of your habit, caressing your shoulders with a slow, deliberate touch. You closed your eyes, trying to suppress the tremble that ran through your body, your breath catching in your throat.

"F-Father Charlie..." you began, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.

Before you could say anything more, he spun you around, his hands firm on your shoulders. His eyes were intense, dark, filled with a hunger that made your knees weak. His face was inches from yours, and you could see the way his pupils were blown wide; his lips parted slightly as he looked at you.

"Shhh," he murmured, one of his hands moving up to cup your face, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. His touch was gentle, almost tender, but there was an intensity behind it that made your heart race. His gaze bore into yours, and for a moment, you felt like you were caught, trapped in the depth of his eyes, unable to look away.

You took a shaky step back, your eyes dropping to the floor as you tried to gather your thoughts. You turned away from him, your hands gripping the edge of the table, your knuckles white as you spoke, your voice trembling. "Father, I... I find myself at war. What we... what we have, it's wrong. It's against everything we believe in, everything we stand for. I can't... we can't keep doing this."

You heard him let out a soft, frustrated sigh, and a second later, his hands were on you again, spinning you around to face him. There was a tension in his jaw; his eyes narrowed slightly, frustration evident in the way he looked at you.

"No," he said, his voice firm, his gaze intense as he held you in place. "No, Sister. You're wrong. This... what we have, it's not wrong. It's not some sin that we need to be ashamed of." His voice softened slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Do you think the love between Jesus and Mary Magdalene was wrong? Do you think He loved her any less because of who she was? Love is not something to be condemned, not when it's real... not when it consumes you the way this consumes me."

His voice dropped lower, almost a groan, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer, his chest brushing against yours. "You have no idea what you do to me. The way you look at me, the way you move, the way you speak—it's made me delirious. I can't think of anything else but you; I can't focus on anything but this need, this hunger for you. You've taken hold of me, body and soul, and I can't... I can't let you go."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your cheeks flushing at the intensity of his gaze, the raw need in his voice. You could feel your resolve crumbling, the conflict within you fading beneath the weight of his confession, the depth of his longing.

"Please," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly, a desperate edge to his words. "Please, just let me have you, one last time. If you're sure—if you really mean it, I'll let you go. But please... just one more time."

A soft, almost mousy, "Okay," left your lips before you could stop yourself, the word barely audible, but it was all he needed.

In an instant, he was on you, his lips crashing against yours, his hands pulling you close, his fingers digging into your waist as he kissed you with a hunger that took your breath away.

Your steps staggered back, your body unsteady as he moved with you, following you, his lips never leaving yours. Your back hit the edge of the table, and he pressed against you, his body warm, his touch insistent, his kiss deepening as his tongue slipped into your mouth, coaxing a soft moan from your throat.

His hands moved to your hips, lifting you slightly as he guided you onto the table, his lips trailing down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You could feel the intensity of his need, the way his body pressed against yours, his hands exploring, claiming, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

His fingers were frantic as they pushed up your habit, his touch rough, almost desperate. His lips never left your skin, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your collarbone, across your chest.

You could feel his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts, his need evident in every hurried movement, every touch. He kissed you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours, swallowing your soft moans as his hands moved beneath the fabric, lifting it higher, his touch hot against your bare skin.

You gasped when he dropped to his knees before you, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, his hands holding your legs apart. Just as he was about to continue, you panicked slightly, your hands flying to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. "W-Wait," you stuttered, your voice shaky, your heart pounding in your chest.

Charlie looked up at you, his gaze questioning, his breath hot against your thighs. His eyes were dark, filled with desire, and his lips were parted, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

You swallowed, licking your lips nervously as you avoided his gaze, your fingers still gripping his shoulders. "I... you always... I mean, you always... please me with your mouth," you stammered, your face growing hot, your voice barely above a whisper. "I-I was wondering if... if I could... return the favor?"

Your words were awkward, your innocence clear in the way you spoke, the way your eyes flickered everywhere but at him. You cleared your throat, trying to steady yourself, your voice going quiet. "I mean... if you want, Father..." You finally forced yourself to meet his gaze, your eyes wide, nervous, and hopeful.

For a moment, there was silence between the two of you, the air thick with tension. You began to worry that you had said something wrong, that you had crossed some line, but then Charlie let out a low groan, his hands tightening on your thighs, his head dropping against them. He muttered something, his voice muffled, and you barely caught the words, "Are you truly an angel, or a devil sent to test me?"

He stood slowly, his hands sliding up your thighs as he rose, his eyes never leaving yours. When he reached you, he cupped your face, pulling you into a deep, lingering kiss. His lips moved slowly against yours, his tongue teasing, tasting, and when he finally pulled away, he left a soft peck against your lips. His eyes were softer now, the intensity replaced with something gentler, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip, his touch tender.

Then, his expression shifted, his eyes darkening, a low, commanding tone entering his voice as he spoke. "Get on your knees," he said, his voice almost a growl.

You felt a shiver run through you, your body reacting instinctively to his words. You stared up at him, your heart pounding, your pulse quickening as you saw the way his eyes had darkened, the hunger there almost overwhelming. His breathing was shallow, his gaze so intense it made your knees weak.

Slowly, you moved, slipping off the table, your feet touching the ground as you lowered yourself to your knees before him. You didn't break eye contact as you descended, your gaze locked on his, the intensity of the moment making your heart pound.

There was something electric in the air, something that made your skin tingle, your breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.

Father Charlie's eyes were dark, his gaze fixed on you, his lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling as he watched you. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension between you almost unbearable.

You knelt there, looking up at him, your hands resting on your thighs, waiting, anticipating.

Slowly, Charlie's hands moved beneath his robes, the rustling of fabric almost deafening in the silence of the room. You heard the soft clink of his belt buckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes widened slightly, your breath catching in your throat as you watched him, expecting him to pull his robes up and over his waist, but instead, he began slipping off the entire robe, his movements slow, deliberate.

Your gaze was drawn to his chest as the robe slid off his shoulders, revealing smooth, tanned skin, the muscles beneath rippling with each movement. He pulled the robe over his head, his arms flexing, the fabric falling to the floor behind him.

Your eyes trailed down his body, taking in every inch of him—the broadness of his shoulders, the way his chest rose and fell, the dark hair that started at his navel and led downward, disappearing beneath the waistband of his unbuckled trousers.

There was a dark line of hair, a happy trail that made your breathing stutter, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

Charlie's eyes never left yours as he reached down, his fingers brushing against your cheek, his touch gentle, almost affectionate. His thumb caressed the bottom of your face before his hand shifted, his fingers gently squeezing your cheeks until your lips puckered slightly. His eyes darkened, his lips curling into a faint smile.

"Pull it out," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. He dropped his hand away, his gaze heavy as he watched you.

With shaking hands, you reached up, your fingers trembling as they found the button of his trousers. You fumbled for a moment, your breath shaky, your heart pounding in your chest.

You unbuttoned his trousers, your fingers brushing against the zipper, pulling it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. You tugged the fabric down his hips, the trousers falling to his ankles.

Your eyes widened as you saw the large bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers, the outline of him clear, the sight making your breath hitch. Slowly, you reached forward, your fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, your gaze fixed on him.

His length sprang free, bobbing slightly before settling against his thigh. You couldn't help but stare, taking him in. The veins along his length stood out, thick and prominent, the head flushed a deep pink, glistening slightly.

You swallowed hard, your eyes tracing every inch of him, the reality of it sinking in. He was bigger than you remembered, the sheer size of him making your breath catch, your heart pounding even harder.

That... that was inside me...

Your cheeks flushed at the memory, the thought of it making your thighs press together, heat pooling in your belly.

"Sister," Charlie's voice broke through your thoughts, his tone soft but commanding. Your eyes snapped up, meeting his gaze, his dark eyes watching you intently. There was something in his expression, a mixture of desire and tenderness that made your breath catch. "Give me your hand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated for only a moment before you extended your hand to him, your fingers trembling slightly. He took it gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, and you watched as his other hand moved down his chest, his fingers gliding over his smooth skin, tracing the lines of his muscles before finally wrapping around his length.

He let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling as he began to stroke himself, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive tip. His eyes never left yours, watching your reaction, his lips parted as he sucked in a breath, a shudder running through his body.

The sight made your mouth go dry, your eyes widening as you watched him, unable to look away. After a few seconds, he shuddered your name, his voice rough, needy. "Touch me," he panted, his eyes half-lidded, his gaze filled with desire.

You allowed him to guide your hand, wrapping your fingers around him, his own hand covering yours, his grip firm. A low, broken moan left his lips at the contact, his head tilting back slightly, his eyes closing for a moment.

You could feel the warmth of him, the way he twitched in your hand, the weight of him almost overwhelming.

Sitting up on your knees, you moved closer, your other hand resting on his strong thigh to steady yourself. Your thumb unconsciously brushed against his leg, the muscles tensing beneath your touch as you focused on holding him in your hand.

You looked up at him, your eyes questioning, unsure of what to do next. Charlie's gaze dropped to meet yours, his thumb reaching out to pull down your bottom lip, his eyes darkening as he dipped it into your mouth for a brief moment. He let out a soft sigh, his voice almost a whisper. "Open wider," he instructed, his eyes fixed on you. "Drop your tongue, just like you're about to eat a popsicle."

You followed his instructions, your jaw dropping open, your tongue hanging out slightly, your eyes still locked on his. He hummed in approval, guiding your hand up, moving his length towards your awaiting tongue.

The tip of him brushed against your tongue, the taste salty, musky, as he rubbed the head across the surface, letting out an appreciative hum. He did this for a few seconds, his eyes watching every reaction you made, his lips curling into a small smile.

Slowly, he pushed himself further into your mouth, just an inch or two, his breath hitching as he watched you. "Close your lips around it," he murmured, his voice strained. "Suck."

You closed your mouth around him, your lips sealing around the head of his length, your tongue pressing against the underside. He let out a deep groan, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he held you in place. "Just like that," he whispered, his voice thick hoarse. "That's it... good girl."

You began to suck gently, your cheeks hollowing as you moved your head slightly, taking him in just a bit more. The taste of him filled your mouth, salty and slightly bitter, but not unpleasant.

His hips jerked slightly, a low moan escaping his lips as he watched you, his eyes dark, filled with lust. He guided you slowly, his hand on the back of your head setting the pace, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment.

"Use your tongue," he panted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Swirl it around the tip... yes, just like that." You did as he instructed, your tongue moving over the sensitive head, and he shuddered, his grip on your hair tightening, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. "God, you have no idea what you do to me," he muttered, his voice strained, his eyes locked on yours.

You continued to move, your hand stroking the base of him as you sucked, your other hand still resting on his thigh, your thumb brushing against his skin in a soothing motion.

His breaths came in short gasps, his chest heaving as he watched you, his eyes half-lidded, his lips parted. He whispered your name, his voice filled with need, his hips rocking slightly, pushing himself deeper into your mouth.

"You're perfect," he groaned, his head tilting back, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the sensation. "So good... just like that. Don't stop." His words were slurred, his voice thick with pleasure, and you could feel him throbbing in your mouth, the taste of him growing stronger as he neared his peak.

His hips began to move more, his breathing turning into short, desperate gasps, his hand guiding you, holding you in place as he chased his release. He muttered your name, his voice breaking, a mixture of moans and whispered praises filling the room as he lost himself to the pleasure.

When he finally came, the taste of him filled your mouth, his hips jerking, a deep groan escaping his lips as he held you there, his fingers tangled in your hair. He panted heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked down at you, his eyes dark, filled with something raw, something possessive.

Charlie reached down, his hand wrapping around your arm, pulling you up from your knees with a strength that left you breathless. He yanked you into a kiss, his lips crashing against yours, his tongue licking into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue.

He groaned against your lips, his hand moving to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he devoured you, his kiss deep, consuming. His tongue moved against yours, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he pulled back slightly, licking across your lips before placing a softer, lingering kiss there.

He pulled away, his eyes locking onto yours, a small, satisfied smile on his lips. Without a word, he lifted you, settling you back onto the table, his hands pushing up your habit, his gaze dropping between your legs as he knelt before you once again. "I need to prep you," he murmured, his voice husky, his hands sliding up your thighs.

His fingers reached between your legs, expecting to find the fabric of your underwear, but instead, they came in contact with your soaked folds. He let out a surprised sound, his eyes shooting up to meet yours, a brow raised in question. You released a huff, your cheeks flushing as you looked away, muttering, "It's laundry day..."

Charlie let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly, his lips curling into an amused smile. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your knee before his hands moved to push your thighs further apart, the stretch making your muscles burn slightly, the sensation both uncomfortable and thrilling. He held your legs open, his eyes fixed on you, watching your every reaction.

Before you knew it, his mouth was on you, his lips pressing against your sensitive flesh, a silent gasp falling from your lips, your eyes closing, your head falling back as your back arched off the table.

The feeling of his tongue moving against you, licking, sucking, made your thighs tremble in his hold, your fingers gripping the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white.

He worshipped you with his mouth, his tongue moving with purpose, teasing your entrance, his lips closing around your clit, sucking gently.

One of his hands moved up, his fingers brushing against your entrance before slowly pushing inside, stretching you, his mouth never stopping, never hesitating. He worked you with a skill that left you breathless, every flick of his tongue, every gentle thrust of his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your orgasm built slowly, a steady climb that made your whole body tense, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Charlie seemed to know exactly where to touch, where to kiss, how to move his fingers to bring you to the brink, his name falling from your lips in a breathless whisper, your body trembling, your thighs shaking around his head.

But just as you were about to fall over the edge, just as the pleasure was about to consume you, he pulled away.

A frustrated whine escaped your lips, your eyes opening, a mixture of confusion and need in your gaze as you looked down at him. He stood slowly, his eyes dark, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watched you, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your body aching for release.

Charlie licked his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached up, his fingers tilting your head back, exposing the line of your neck to him. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss just below your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. His other hand moved to wrap one of your legs around his waist, his fingers digging into your thigh as he held you against him, his body pressed tightly to yours.

He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Don't worry, Sister," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'll fill you back up and give you what you need." The words sent a shiver down your spine, your core clenching at the promise, a whimper escaping your lips.

Charlie reached between your bodies, his hand wrapping around his length, positioning himself. He rubbed the tip against your clit, the sensation making your body jerk, a gasp falling from your lips.

He moved slowly, dragging the head of his length up and down your slit, teasing you, your body trembling in his arms, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

Then, without warning, he pushed forward, bullying his way into you, the stretch almost unbearable.

You arched further into his arms, your mouth falling open in a silent scream, your body struggling to accommodate him. He let out a deep groan, his fingers tightening on your thigh, his other hand moving to grip your hip, holding you in place as he filled you completely.

His pace was brutal, each stroke long and deep, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, his hips slamming against yours. His breath was hot against your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke, his voice low, rough, filled with need. "You... You feel so good... so tight around me," he panted, his words broken by soft moans. "I'm going to fuck you, fill you up until you can't think of anything else."

His hips snapped against yours, his movements rough, desperate, his body pressing you down against the table, his weight holding you in place. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Imagine it, Sister," he whispered, his voice dark, almost a growl. "A secret child... a product of our sin, of our blasphemy against the church." His words sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your core clenching around him, your body reacting to the forbidden promise, the thought of it pushing you closer to the edge.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your entire body tensing, your back arching as the pleasure consumed you, a silent scream on your lips. You could feel Charlie shudder above you, his thrusts growing erratic, his breath coming in short gasps as he chased his own release.

After a few more brutal strokes, he let out a deep groan, his hips pressing against yours as he came, his body tensing, his fingers digging into your skin.

He stayed there, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his breath hot against your neck as he tried to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling heavily. You could feel his heart pounding against your own, the room filled with the sound of your ragged breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

You shivered as he began to pull back, the movement making you wince slightly, your body still sensitive from the intense pleasure.

His softening length slipped out of you, the feeling making you gasp softly, a mix of relief and emptiness settling in your chest. You felt the warm, sticky sensation as globs of his cum poured out, slowly dripping down your inner thighs.

You began to close your legs, thinking he was done, that he would put his clothes back on, but his hand stopped you, his fingers pressing against the inside of your thigh, keeping you open.

Charlie lowered himself to his knees once again, his eyes fixed on you, a dark hunger still present in his gaze. Before you could understand what was happening, his mouth was on you, his lips pressing against your sensitive folds.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you felt his tongue, warm and wet, sliding through your slickness, lapping up the mixture of your release and his own. His groans were sinful, vibrating against you, his eyes fluttering closed as if savoring the taste.

Your brain raced, unsure of what to do or what to say, your body twitching beneath his touch, your legs instinctively trying to close, still overly sensitive from your previous climax. But Charlie's hands were strong, his grip firm as he held your thighs apart, his fingers digging into your skin, keeping you open for him.

He was relentless, his tongue moving with purpose, his lips closing around your swollen clit, sucking gently, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

Your breaths came in short, desperate gasps, your fingers gripping the edge of the table, your knuckles white. You could feel the pleasure building again, a slow, steady climb that made your whole body tense, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

You couldn't hold back the soft whimpers and moans that spilled from your lips, your head falling back, your eyes closing as the pleasure consumed you.

When you came, it hit you like a final, blinding wave, your body arching off the table, your thighs trembling in Charlie's hold. A broken cry escaped your lips, your back arching, your eyes squeezed shut.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Your mind was clouded as the pleasure consumed you, the feeling like the flames of damnation licking at your skin. For I am burned by the fire of desire, a sinner in the eyes of heaven.

And you weren't sure if you minded at all.

A/N: ya know, i think my smut has gotten better, what do you guys think??? and to answer the upcoming question(s) i know will be asked: yes, this is the final part, i won't be continuing the 'Devotion' series/making it into a book 😔 i know, i know. i promise i want too, but knowing me, i tend to bounce around/start new projects out of nowhere, so if i didn't spend weeks planning before hand, it'll grow cold eventually, and i don't wanna put you guys through that 😩 but never fret, i will continue writing for father charlie 😝, he's just too versatile not to. see you guys soon ❤️❤️❤️.

[delulu-baddie]

Special Surprise

Summary: You plan a surprise party for Kate but in order for your plan to work you have to pretend to not plan anything for her.

Pairing: Kate Martin x Reader

Warnings: None just fluff

Today is Kate's birthday and since I’ve known her, I've always made a big deal of it even when we werent dating. However, today my plan is to make her think it’s the last of my priorities, when in reality I’ve been planning a party for her for the past two months. I have a career in event planning so I went all out to celebrate her special day. Her parents, siblings, and some close friends flew in last night and are staying in a hotel close by. I rented out a venue for us to have enough space for everyone, and were getting caterers and many other things.

 It's currently 7:30 and I have a lot to do today, so I quietly get out of bed and start getting ready for the day. As I'm finishing up the final touches of my makeup, I hear footsteps in the hallway signifying Kate is now awake. I take a deep breath and pray that I don't cave and screw my whole plan up by just telling her everything I have planned out of excitement. She knocks on the door and walks in immediately  wrapping her arms around my waist and snuggling her head into my neck. “Good morning birthday girl” I say, giving her a quick kiss on the head. She lifts her head saying good morning back to me, turning me around and giving me a kiss on the lips. “So what are your plans for the day?” I ask her, she gives me a confused look and I immediately know what she's about to say. “What do you mean, didn’t we plan to do our birthday brunch tradition like always” she asked, lifting an eyebrow. Kate and I have always gone out with each other for brunch on our birthdays just to have time with the two of us, but I have so much to do today I'm not going to be able to do it today so I'm hoping the party will make up for it. 

“I'm sorry baby, I must’ve forgotten to tell you. I have a meeting today with my boss about an event coming up for a special client. I'm not going to be able to make it. "I say feeling guilty about bailing on the one thing I know she was looking forward to. “Oh, it’s okay we can do something later when we're both done, I have practice anyways so I probably should’t eat a bunch of food anyways.” she said trying to play off but failed to hide her clearly disappointed face. “ I promise I'll make it up to you, maybe we can go out after we both finish what we need to do today, but I really need to go. I'm already running late, i love you”  I give her a kiss and quickly start gathering my things to leave. Thankfully I didn't say anything about tonight's plans but her saddened expression almost broke my facade. 

The first thing i have to do today is to go pick out an outfit for Kate to wear tonight so i make my way to the mall and go into a few stores before settling on an all red suit with a white top. I go to check out and run into Jada and Gabby ��OMG hey guys, i wasn’t expecting to see you until tonight” i say bringing them into a hug “Hey! Yeah we had to get some last minute pieces for our outfits” Jada says hugging me back. “We’re really excited about tonight, it sounds like you have a lot planned out.” Gabby says with a wide smile. “I do, I feel bad about keeping it from Kate, but I know she's going to love it, especially seeing all of her family and friends.” I replied, “Do you need any help with anything, we don't have much planned for the day and we know youre going to be super busy.” Jada asked. “Yes, actually would you mind picking up the cake from the bakery on your way to the party. The table will already be set up so you can just ask the workers to bring the cake in because it's going to be a little heavy. "I ask “of course, just text one of us the address and we'll text you when we get it.” Gabby says “Thank you so much, I have to get going but I love you guys, I'll see you later.” I give them another hug and make my way back to my car.

After getting into the car I get a text message from Kate, it's a picture of her with a birthday girl tiara and button the A’ja got her. I heart the picture telling her she looks adorable before putting my phone on, continuing the errands that i need to do . After a couple of hours I finally finished setting everything up for the party, loving how the decorations turned out. I decided to do a casino themed party since it's our first year celebrating in Vegas. I got a few slot machines, a card table, all of the decorations were casino related, and there was a photo booth that I'm very excited to use tonight with kate. I make my way back home hoping Kate is home when I get there since it's getting closer to the start of the party. I told everyone to get there at 7 and we would get there at 7:30 to give everyone a chance to get there and mingle a little before Kate arrives. Once I get inside I see she still hasn't arrived so I go and hang up the new outfit I got her in the closet and start getting myself ready before she gets here. It's 5:30 and Kate has just arrived back home and I immediately greet her “Hi babe, how was practice?” I asked, walking up, noticing her looking me up and down. “It was good, you look nice” she says, grabbing my waist. “Well I did promise you that i would take you out for dinner tonight, now hurry go get ready your outfits hanging up in the closet.” I told her. “You got me a new outfit, babe you didn't have to do that, i have plenty of clothes.” she says. “I know but I felt bad about this morning so I decided I was going to go all out tonight to celebrate you, starting with making sure you look good.” I say pushing her towards our bedroom urging her to go get ready. She finished getting ready at the perfect time and we started heading to the party that she thinks is a dinner

We get to the car and she tells me that she’ll drive but I insist on driving for obvious reasons, excited to finally show her that my meeting about a “special client” was actually for her. “Oh shoot, I totally forgot I had to drop off some of the decorations for the party I have tomorrow, would you mind if I stopped at the venue before we went to dinner?” I ask her “Yeah that's fine, as long as I get you all to myself for the rest of the night” she says. I park the car and tell her to come inside with me. As we were walking I text Jada and tell her we just got to the venue so that she can let everyone know to get into position for the surprise. As we walk in I grab Kate's hand before opening the door revealing everyone. “SURPRISE” they all yell with smiles on their faces. “WHAT THE HELL” Kate yells looking over at me with a surprised look on her face. “I told you I promised I'd make it up to you” I said with a light laugh. Her parents approach us giving us hugs, giving us each a hug and telling me how much they love the decorations. 

The night is a huge success. Kate kept on telling me how much she loves me and appreciated the party, but I would do anything for her so this was really nothing to me. We make our way over to the photo booth and talk for a little bit before stepping out to the party. “So when you said you had a meeting about a special client, did you mean me?” she says with a smirk on her face. “Yes, you are the most special person in my life” I say smiling up at her. “Well if I'm so special, why did you lie to me about your plans for today?” she asks sarcastically. “I didn’t lie, I just didn't tell you” I say laughing. “Well nonetheless, I love it, thank you so much babe.” she says, bringing me into a kiss. “Of course, you know I had to go full out for your first Vegas birthday.” I say. “Well if this is what you came up with for my birthday, i can't wait to see our wedding” she replies grabbing my hands. “Yeah this is going to be hard to top” I say before kissing her one more time before making our way back out to the party. 

As the night comes to an end, everyone starts to say their goodbyes and tell me how much fun they had, which warmed my heart. I'm just glad that I was able to give my girlfriend the best day today. I make my way over to Kate who's talking to some of her teammates and join in on the conversation, which wasn't too long since it was getting late and they all were ready to hit the sack. “I had so much fun tonight,” Kate tells me, wrapping her arms around me, rocking side to side. “I'm glad you had fun but i have one more gift for you, but we have to go home for that” I say with a smirk. She looks at me confused before catching on to what I just said. She immediately grabs my hand dragging me out to the car eager to receive that last gift.

[getinthecar-elizabeth]

Title: First training

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x wife!reader

Summary: Kylian's first day at training in Madrid.

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Kylian had his first training today at Real Madrid. I woke up with him in the morning and brushed my teeth. While he was in the shower I prepared him a healthy breakfast to get his day started. I had gotten in contact with the Real Madrid dietician to make sure I prepared him the right meals.

As I was finishing up, Kylian came downstairs dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He came up behind me and put his arms around me. He put his chin on my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

"Morning, amour," he said.

A smile spread on my face and I turned around to face him. I cupped his cheeks, pulled him to me and pecked his lips.

"Bon matin, mon mari," I smiled. I locked my fingers behind his neck. "Are you excited for today?" I asked him.

"Oui," he smiled. "It's finally happening."

"I know, bébé. I've prepared breakfast so you can eat before you leave," I gestured to the food behind me.

"I could smell it all the way from upstairs," he said as he looked at the food with a glint in his eyes. "What did I do to deserve such an amazing woman?" He looked at me with adoration.

"Because you're an amazing man yourself," I pecked his lips once more. "Now let's get you fed so you can go. I don't want you to be late on your first day. I don't want coach Ancelotti on my case."

Kylian chuckled and backed up from me. We took our seats at the kitchen island and ate breakfast together. When we finished, I cleaned up as Kylian went to grab his bag from the bedroom.

His phone that was on the island pinged with an alert. I checked it to find a message from his driver that he was outside.

Kylian bounded down the stairs, his bag in hand.

"Mon amour, your driver is here," I said to him.

"Oh, très bien," he grabbed his phone and came up to kiss me. "I will see you when I come back, non?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I'll be right here," I kissed him again.

"Je t'aime," he said as his forehead remained on mine.

"Je t'aime," I responded.

Kylian kissed my forehead and walked away. "Au revoir, chérie!" he yelled as he opened the front door.

"Bye KyKy!" I yelled back.

I heard the front door shut and I was alone in the house with a proud smile on my face. I washed the dishes and then checked what I was going to make for dinner tonight.

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I decided to make Kylian's favourite dish to celebrate his first day. He would be back any minute now and I was almost done cooking dinner. I had seen the training pictures and videos and it looked quite intense.

"Chérie!" I heard him call as he got in the front door.

I ran from the kitchen to where his voice was coming from. He smiled as soon he spotted me. He dropped his bag on the floor just as I jumped into his arms. He caught me by my thighs and my legs wrapped around his waist. My arms secured around his neck.

I quickly planted my lips on his, "hi," I grinned.

"Hi," he chuckled. "How was your day?"

"Good. You?" I asked excitedly.

Kylian let out a puff of air, "intense, chérie," he said.

I unwrapped my legs from his waist and he put me down while his hands remained on my waist.

"I figured. I saw the pictures and videos." I rubbed his shoulders. "You want me to run you a bath before we have dinner?" I asked.

"Non, merci chérie. I'll have a quick shower then come down for dinner," he grabbed his bag from the floor.

"Okay. Is there anything you need to be washed?" I gestured to the bag.

"Just my training kit," he said.

"Okay. Leave it in the basket in the bathroom.

"Okay," he kissed my cheek then I moved aside to make way for him.

I prepared the dinner table, and when Kylian came down 20 minutes later, I was done. He was dressed in a grey T-shirt and basketball shorts. His toned arms and legs were on display and I couldn't help but stare.

"Like what you see?" He smirked as he stood in front of me.

"I do," I boldly replied. "You look hot babe," I ran my hand down his arm.

He just smiled at me, speechless.

"I made your favourite," I said gesturing to the dinner table.

"Ahh, chérie. Do you know how much I love you? You are the best." He gently grabbed my cheeks and kissed me.

We sat down and ate. Kylian told me about his day. He was getting along with his new teammates, which was expected. The training was hard but I knew he was not afraid of a challenge. This was his dream and I knew that he was going to become the best version of himself yet at Real Madrid.

After dinner, Kylian helped me clean up and load the dishwasher, then we went to bed. I asked Kylian to take off his clothes and lay down on the bed.

"Chérie," he smirked as he took off his clothes leaving him in his underwear.

"Kylian, we're not having sex," I giggled as I asked him to lay down on his stomach.

"Then what are we doing?" His voice came out slightly muffled by the pillow.

"You'll see," I said.

I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and some almond oil. I went back to the bed and placed the towel next to Kylian. I straddled the back of his thighs.

"Chérie," Kylian drawled as he grabbed my thigh and squeezed it.

"Kylian, stop," I giggled and smacked his hand. "Just relax," I said.

I poured almond oil on my hands and rubbed them together. I then spread the oil all over Kylian's neck, shoulders, back and arms. Then I started massaging him.

"Hmmm," I heard him hum. I could feel him relax and his body melts into the bed. "Chérie, you are God sent."

"Hush, mon amour. Just relax and let me take care of you," I spoke softly.

I massaged his back and legs. I hoped his muscles would be relaxed for tomorrow. By the time I finished, Kylian was fast asleep. I wiped my hands and his back and legs using the towel then threw it in the washing basket. I put the almond oil away and then switched off the bathroom lights. I got into bed and pulled the covers over us. I settled next to Kylian and closed my eyes.

Before I drifted off, I felt Kylian put his arm around me and pull me closer. He threw his leg over mine and kissed the back of my head. Then sleep quickly came over me.

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hi, can I request a Regina x Reader where they go on their first date. Aaron had never taken Regina on a nice date before, so she’s appreciative of the effort the reader put into it (and that she’s finally treated how she deserves to be treated)

I'll Give You Everything...

|| Regina George x fem!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, fluff, hints of a hookup if you look really closely

|| Summary; reader takes Regina on a first date, spoiling her as much as she could. The date ends with milkshakes and movies at Regina's.

Requests open!

Started; october 7th

Finished; october 8th

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You'd recently started dating Regina George and had wanted to give her everything. Okay, everything might be a bit extreme but she deserved it after her crappy past relationships. If you could give her the world, you would have. In your eyes she was the definition of perfect. Angelic, even. Although you definitely knew about her nightmare side, for the most part you chose to ignore that. Focusing more on the positives.

Today was going to be amazing; you were going to make sure of it. You'd spent the last week spending many hours planning out the perfect first date with Regina, even getting some of Gretchen's input. The girl knew Regina pretty well, so you figured she would be the best one to go to for this.

As the hours ticked by till your date time, you kept checking the clock. Which seemed to only make it take even longer but you were buzzing with excitement. So who could blame you? Soon enough though, you were driving to Regina's place with some flowers and chocolates; the types recommended by Gretchen, so you could only hope that Regina would approve.

When you got there, you fixed your hair a bit in the mirror and made some finale adjustments to your outfit before getting out. You walked up to her front door, admiring the mansion. This was your first time actually being over at her place so her house had completely caught you off guard. You knew the girl was rich but damn. It was certainly modern.

Taking a breath, you knocked on the door. Which was then answered by Ms George who gave you a smile and hug.

"Hi sweetheart! She's just in her room getting ready, she'll be down in a minute." She gave you a wink and you awkwardly smiled back," Regina!! Your date's here!"

"I'm coming, mom! God!" Regina yelled back.

A few moments later, she made her way down the stairs and smiled at you. Walking over and giving you a kiss," hey, baby. I'm sorry about my mom. She can be a real pain in the ass."

"It's alright, I got these for you." You handed her the flowers and chocolates which she took, looking them over.

"How'd you know what to get?" She seemed a little surprised, you just shrugged and gave her a sheepish look.

"I may have had a little help."

"Gretchen." She sighed, though she didn't seem upset. If anything she was amused.

"Maybe." You nodded then lead her out to your car after she set the stuff down, opening the passenger door for her with a smile." After you."

"Cheesy," Regina replied, making you laugh a little as she got in. You went over to your side and started up the car, opening your Spotify playlist.

"Any preference?" You asked.

"Anything pop." Regina replied, you nodded and pulled up your pop playlist.

Heading to your first destination of the night, dinner at a nice restaurant. You couldn't afford to the crazy stuff Regina was probably used to, but you tried your best with what you had saved up and she seemed to appreciate it.

The dinner went smoothly, both of you ordering your favourites off the menu and chatting with each other about anything and everything. You'd offered to play a game of 21 questions to get to know each other better.

"Favourite colour?" Regina asked, taking a bite from her food.

"Probably..." You told her your favourite and she nodded, making a mental note to remember that.

When you were done with your meals and desserts, you paid for the food which surprised Regina a little. She hadn't expected you to pay when she was basically endless money.

"You payed?" She asked.

"Tonight's about you. Of course I did." You gave her hand a squeeze and she seemed to blush, or it was just the lighting. You weren't entirely sure.

Afterwards, the two of you walked downtown. Continuing to just talk about everything you could.

"Wanna get some milkshakes?" You asked, noticing a milkshake shop that was coming up on the corner.

Regina shrugged," sure, why not."

The two of you headed in, deciding to order for the other person's rather than yourselves to try some new flavours. For Regina, you got her the cotton candy mix while she got you a caramel swirl.

She then brought you over to the booth she'd picked out and took a seat, each of you taking some pictures with each other and your milkshakes for social media before giving them a try.

"This is fucking delicious," You murmured, drinking more of your milkshake.

Regina smirked at you," you have some on your lip, dork."

"What? Where?" You went to wipe it off but she stopped you and kissed you, getting it off in the process.

"There." She said casually, taking a sip from her own drink after breaking the kiss. A certain glint in her eyes.

Your cheeks flushed bright pink. Did she really just do that?

She laughed when she noticed how flustered you were and grinned at you," what? Never had someone do that?"

You shook your head," I've not had a lot of dating experience." You admitted, which peaked her interest. She'd definitely have fun with you.

Before you knew it, your date was over and you were dropping Regina off at her place. She was about to head inside when she stopped and looked at you," hey. How about you come in and watch some movies? Maybe stay the night?"

You found yourself blushing again but you absolutely weren't about to say no to an offer like that.

So you spent the night at Regina George's and woke up in her bed the next morning. You could definitely get used to this.

[v3nusstardust]

🎀”Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over my salty face when I start crying.”🎀

LOWKEY BASED OFF THAT ONE LINE IN HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS BY MELANIE MARTINEZ AYEEEE

Pairing : Niki Nishimura x reader🎀

Genre : Fluff🤍

Summary : You were dealing with sleep issues and major depression but didn't tell your busy boyfriend, Niki. When he finally had a day off from his extremely busy schedule, he decided to spend it with you.

WARNINGS : mentions of not eating and depression

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As you and your boyfriend strolled hand in hand through the busy mall, it was way quieter than usual. Niki, your boyfriend, noticed you were walking a bit slower and not really saying much.

Usually you were always talking about recent things that happened or just anything really, but the silence between you both was agonizing. Niki gently squeezed your hand, concern etched across his face. "Y/n, you seem really off. Is something bothering you?" he asked, his eyes searching yours. You sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion and emotions. “Nope. Perfectly fine." The lack of sleep, with only an hour in the past day, had left its mark on both your physical and emotional well-being. A warm smile crossed Niki's face as he suggested, "Okay. What do you want to check out first?"

"Whatever…" you bluntly replied, your mind preoccupied with the internal struggle you were facing.

“Alright, let’s get some food then.” Niki responded.

You found a spot to sit in the food court. The aroma of fresh food flooded your nose. “What do you want to eat ,love?” Niki asked with a gentle expression. “I’m okay. I ate before you picked me up.” You lied. It had actually been a day since you ate. “Aw, what? But it’s so fun when we eat together y/n. We always have memorable moments.”Niki spoke softly. You shrugged your shoulders, “I’m just not hungry right now.”

“Oh, okay. We can go somewhere else. What's that store you wanted to check out?" Niki asked, trying to recall. You hesitated and finally said, "Can you just take me home?" Avoiding his gaze, you feared his reaction. Niki gently held your hands, his eyes softening. "I thought you loved shopping, which was why I proposed we come here on my day off.” He rubbed his thumb over your hands. His caring words resonated with you, but you didn't want to burden him. "Okay. Let's go home then. Maybe we can talk about it," he suggested, his warmth persistent.

Truth be told, you didn't want to talk about it. You knew it would worry him, and you didn't want him to miss important practices.

"Can you just drop me off? I need some time alone," you requested, meeting Niki's gaze. Concern crept into his tone as he asked, "Is however you're feeling my fault?"

You reassured him, "No, not at all. I just don't feel like doing anything today." A heavy sigh escaped your lips. Niki's worry lingered, "Alright. I'll take you home then." The car ride back was silent. The only sound was the light rain hitting the windows. You avoided looking at him the entire time.

Upon arriving home, he stepped out of the car with you. "Come here," he gently urged. You walked over, and his arms enveloped your body in a warm, comforting embrace. The light drizzle outside added a soothing touch to the moment. "I'll give you as much time alone as you need. Text me if you need anything," he said, pressing a soft peck to your forehead before letting you retreat into the comfort of your home.

As you stepped inside, the floodgates of emotion burst open, and sobs wracked your body. You had held back your tears the entire time, not wanting to burden your caring boyfriend. The realization of how he had been nothing but gentle and understanding intensified your guilt – it felt like you were treating him like garbage.

After letting out the pent-up emotions, you gathered yourself and headed to the living room. Determined to distract your mind, you sat down to finish up some college work.

You intentionally avoided checking your phone, aware of Niki's concerns, and not wanting to add to his worry. Focusing on your assignments, you dedicated about 5 hours to your work. Once you completed your tasks, you decided to take a shower. The warm water cascaded, soothing your nerves, and for a brief moment, you found a sense of peace.

Following your shower, you slipped into an oversized tee paired with adorable Hello Kitty pajama shorts. As you settled into bed, the room basked in a gentle glow from your small TV. However, overthinking took hold, and tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. The weight of your tired eyes intensified the pain of crying, and for a moment, you found yourself dissociating.

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In the midst of your sob session, there was an unexpected knock on the door. Startled, you wiped away the tears. You lived in a pretty scary neighborhood and you assumed it could be anyone. You cautiously peaked out the window and realized it was your loving boyfriend Niki. You cautiously unlocked the door, worried of what he would say. Maybe he came to break up with you.

As you opened the door, a sight greeted you – Niki, drenched from the rain. "Sorry for pulling up unexpectedly. I was worried about you," he admitted with a nervous chuckle. In one hand, he held a bouquet of roses, and in the other, a bag full of snacks. Niki's presence in your doorway was like a breath of fresh air. His eyes locked onto your puffy red eyes, and his face swiftly transitioned into a concerned expression. "Have you been crying?" he asked, genuine worry evident in his voice. Without waiting for an answer, he let himself in, placing the roses and snacks on the table. His gaze softened as he approached you. He took off his damp hoodie and quickly wrapped his arms around you. "I brought your favorites. Thought we could just hang out, talk, or not talk—whatever you need," Niki offered. Feeling a mix of emotions, You began to cry again. You cried into his shoulder, probably getting tears and snot all over him. His hand caressed your hair. He peppered gentle kisses on the top of your head. “You can talk to me about it when you’re ready.” He said, stroking the back of your hair.

"Have you eaten?" Niki asked, concern evident in his eyes. You shook your head no. "Okay, well, I know it's not a proper meal, but I brought you some snacks, so eat up, Y/n," he said with a warm smile, handing you the bag of snacks. "I'm... not really hungry," you admitted with a sigh.

"Come here. Sit next to me," he invited, taking a seat at your kitchen table. "Okay, which one do you want to try first? I brought chocolate and strawberry Pocky," he said, grabbing the boxes of snacks. "Niki, I don't..." you began, but he interrupted .

“Don't. Give me that. I know you, Y/n. I'm gonna feed you," he insisted with a teasing smile. "Oh, okay, then. Strawberry, please," you smiled, letting him take care of you in this simple, comforting way.

After sharing snacks, You and Niki were now laying in your bed together. Limbs tangled together and wrapped in his embrace. The weight on your shoulders began to decrease. “Your hair smells good.” he giggled, and you couldn't resist smiling at the adorable scrunch of his nose when he laughed.

In the quiet intimacy, you found the courage to share your struggles. "The reason I was acting so weird lately is because I've been super depressed," you confessed , breaking the silence. "I haven't felt like myself in a while. I just... didn't want to tell you because I know how worried you get. I didn't want to be a burden on you,".

Niki's gaze softened, a warm and gentle look in his eyes. His hand reached up to cup your face, and his thumb caressed your lips. "Darling, you would never be a burden on me. No matter what you go through, I want you to tell me. You worried me this week," he reassured, his sincerity echoing in the dimly lit room. “Our texts were getting shorter and so were our calls. It scared me.” Niki’s eyes began to get watery.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, the hurt evident in your voice. Niki gently interrupted, "Everything's going to be okay now. I'm here. Tell me everything." He placed a comforting kiss on your lips, and his words continued like a soothing melody. "You're such a strong, beautiful girl. How did I get so lucky?" he said, showering kisses on your cheeks.

The warmth of your boyfriend enveloped you, inducing a sense of drowsiness. “Niki I haven’t been able to get a proper sleep for about a week now, but just being here with you is making me so sleepy.” You chuckled, a yawn escaping your lips. “Okay. I’ll be here all tomorrow then too. Go to sleep , mkay love? I’ll hold you all night and make sure you’re safe.” He placed a small kiss to the bridge of your nose.

You were finally able to drift into a peaceful slumber.

(A/n : I have to go to school today oh hell no💀 time to interact with oversized rats all day 👎lmk if u fw this tho🎀🎀 I love y’all Fr !!! y’all hype my stuff up and it makes my whole week 😘😘😘)

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Anniversary ᰔᩚ

Plot: A little glimpse into how Gianna (OC) and Josh spend their two year anniversary.

Warning: Hefty flirting and mature language!

** Josh’s POV **

My eyes blink open as the bright sunshine peeks through our bedroom window.

I automatically reach for my phone and look at the time and date.

It's 11:17am on August 18th.

Today's the day. Two whole years with my babygirl.

I place my phone down on the nightstand beside me and turn back around to see my beautiful lady peacefully sleeping.

As she snores her perfectly light snores, I smile and brush a curl out of her face.

My gorgeous girl. How did I get so lucky? And how has it only been 2 years? It feels like it's been forever.

I press a gentle kiss to her temple.

She gently stirs in her sleep, and curls her perfect lips into a beautiful smile.

I smile back. "Good morning. Happy two years babygirl."

"Happy two years honey," she replies, half whisper-half voice, with her eyes still closed.

I cup her face with one hand, stroking her soft cheek with my thumb.

Her lids slowly but surely flutter open, revealing her gorgeous coffee-brown eyes.

I get lost in them every time. She's just so stunning.

She smiles even wider once she sees me and reaches over to play with my messy bed-headed mullet. "You look handsome this morning."

I chuckle and lean in, pressing my lips to hers.

She automatically kisses back, wrapping her arm around my neck and pulling me in deeper.

After a few strokes, our lips separate, and I trail kisses onto her cheek and down her neck.

"So," I begin, pulling away. "I have tonight on lock. What would you like to do today?"

She smirks and puckers her lips. "Well..."

I raise an eyebrow. "I know that look. What do you have up your sleeve ma'am?"

She giggles, reaching for her phone on the nightstand. "Well, since it's our anniversary, I figured I shouldn't be the only one that enjoys it."

I sigh. "Baby you know I enjoy every moment we're together."

"I know," she says, smiling and proceeds to kiss my cheek. "But I wanted to plan something special too."

She taps her screen a few times before flipping her screen towards me.

I lean in and read the words the small print.

Tickets to the 49ers pre-season game today?

Am I dreaming?

My jaw drops. "Babe. You didn't."

She giggles. "But I did!"

I sit there in shock for a bit longer before pulling her into the tightest hug.

She bursts into laughter and hugs me back.

"I love you. So much." I mumble and kiss her cheek over and over and over again.

"I love you too baby," she replies between giggles.

We hug for a bit longer before she pulls away and kisses the corner of my mouth.

"The game is at 1:15, babe. We should probably get ready soon."

I smile and nod before gently grabbing either side of her face and pressing my lips to hers.

We share a few pecks before getting out of bed.

** Gianna's POV **

Josh and I just finished up our shower and are now getting ready for the day.

We recently bought 49ers bomber jackets so I throw mine on along with a black cropped tube top, light denim jeans, my Nike Chicagos, a red headband, jewelry, and a black bag.

Josh picks out his jacket alongside a white 49ers hoodie, black sweats, his red and white Jordan 11s, my favorite silver chain, earrings, and a black beanie.

"You ready to go baby?" Josh calls from downstairs.

"Almost!" I reply, adjusting my hair to my liking.

"Alright! I'll go start the car!" he calls back and I hear the front door close.

I spray some of his favorite perfume, check that I have everything in my purse, and head out.

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The game just ended.

Josh joins nearly the entire stadium filled with fans in jumping up and cheering at the final score: 16-10.

I can confidently say that I had zero idea what was happening the entire time, but the goal was to make my man happy. And boy was he ever!

"Thank you again mama," he coos pulling me into a hug. "I love you."

I smile and kiss his cheek before resting my chin on his shoulder. "You're so welcome lovebug. I love you more."

Hand in hand, we exit the stadium, occasionally getting stopped by fans to take pictures.

The car ride home is filled with conversations about the game, laughs, kisses, and jam sessions.

—————————————————————————————————

Josh made a 7:00 reservation at our favorite Italian restaurant, so we're headed home to freshen up and change into fancier attire.

I pick out one of Josh's favorite dresses on me: a long white one that hugs my body in all the right places, clear heels, and jewelry.

"You ready yet ma?" Josh calls from the bedroom.

"Almost!" I call back, doing some finishing touches on my hair and makeup in the bathroom mirror.

He suddenly appears in the doorway and licks his lips, scanning my body up and down. "Lord, I gotta personally thank your parents one day."

I playfully roll my eyes and giggle as he comes up from behind me and slides his hands up and down my sides.

"You look a lil too fine right now baby," he mumbles in my ear, causing me to get goosebumps and he feathers light kisses on my neck. "And you smell good too."

I smile, biting my lower lip gently. "Why thank you."

"And this ass in this dress," he continues, caressing my ass, and gently squeezing it.

I turn before he can do any further damage, and wrap my arms around his neck. "Baby we're gonna be late."

He sighs and sticks out his bottom lip.

I smile and kiss it. "Don't worry baby. You'll get what you're looking for later."

I kiss his cheek and prance away.

He smirks and slaps my ass then follows me downstairs.

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We just got to the restaurant.

"Table for 2? The reservation is under Joshua." Josh tells the hostess.

She nods and taps her iPad a few times before looking up. "Alrighty! You folks can follow....wait! You guys are Jey Uso and Gianna Nicole!"

I smile warmly. "Yes we are. It's nice to meet you!"

Josh looks down at me smiling and wraps an arm around my waist before looking back at her.

"My sister and I are huge fans! Do you mind signing something....anything for me?" she asks, still fangirling.

He chuckles. "Not at all, love. You got a napkin or something?"

"Uhhh..." she scrambles around the hostess stand and finds a notepad. "Here we go!"

She pushes it towards us and we both sign a piece of paper.

"Thank you guys so much! I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting! Follow me!"

I giggle. "It's no problem at all, girl."

Josh keeps his arm around my waist as we follow her to our table.

"Thanks so much again! I really appreciate this!" she coos, as we sit down.

"Anytime love," I reply and we share a warm hug.

She walks over to Josh and they hug as well.

Soon enough, she's off and back to the front, leaving us alone.

The table is so romantically set up: a bouquet of roses alongside some single stems, a bucket of our favorite wine and two glasses, as well as a gorgeous view of the city.

"Baby this is beautiful," I coo, as he takes my hand from across the table. "Thank you."

He smiles and kisses my knuckles. "Not nearly as beautiful as you. But it'll do."

I blush slightly as our waiter comes over.

I order fettuccine carbonara and Josh orders lobster ravioli.

Once the food arrives, Josh holds up his wine glass and makes a toast. "Cheers to you my love. Happy anniversary."

I smile and hold mine up as well. "Cheers to us, honey. Happy two years."

We clink our glasses together and take a sip before digging into our food.

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We just pulled back up to the house.

I groan and melt into the passenger seat.

Josh looks over with a raised eyebrow. "You good ma?"

I nod. "Everything tasted amazing, but I think I'm in a food coma."

He chuckles and rubs my stomach. "Why don't we get you inside, huh?"

I nod and he gets out, comes around, and takes my hand, helping me out of the car.

I grab the flowers from the back seat.

He kisses my cheek and we walk to the front door.

Josh unlocks the door and as soon as it flies open, so do my eyes.

There's roses and candles everywhere, making a pathway up to our bedroom, and soft music playing lowly.

"B-babe?" I stutter, in complete shock.

He chuckles, takes the roses from my hand, puts them on the tiny table next to the door, closes and locks it, and takes my hand.

"Come with me beautiful," he coos and leads us upstairs.

Still in shock, I follow as we make our way to the bedroom, where there's even more flowers and red heart balloons hanging from the ceiling.

"Baby I..." my voice trails off as he wraps his hands around my waist.

"Shhh," he whispers and kisses my neck.

I lightly moan, holding the back of his neck and tilting my head to give him more access.

Soon enough, he lightly pushes me onto the bed and....let's just say anniversary sex hits different!

I wrap my leg around his, my left hand rubbing his back, and right hand and head pressed to his chest.

His right hand is around my waist, stroking my sides and ass.

"How did you even do this?" I ask breathlessly. "We were home only a couple hours ago."

He chuckles and kisses my temple. "Let's just say we have some very kind siblings."

I giggle softly. "I should've known. This has Trin written all over it."

He nods smiling. "I'm just shocked they didn't put everything to good use before we did."

"Joshua!" My jaw flies open and I playfully whack his shoulder.

He bursts into laughter and cuddles me even tighter.

I grab my phone from the nightstand and text Trin.

Sista 🥰🫶🏽: Thank you guys 🥹🫶🏽

Trin 💋: You're so welcome babygirl 🫶🏽 Now go get someeeee!

Me: You already know I wasted no time 😩

Trin 💋: OOOOOP IKTR 🙂‍↕️☝🏽

I audibly laugh and set my phone back onto the table.

Josh looks down at me and smiles. "Whatchu laughin at?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I respond, flicking my hair off my shoulder.

He smirks and gently squeezes my cheeks, pulls my face up, and shoves his tongue into my mouth.

Soon enough, we're sharing our 4th makeout session of the night.

And you can't blame me.

Those plump lips and thick ass tongue.

Whew!

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We just finished up our bath, which of course, had more rose petals and candles.

Josh wraps me into a soft and fuzzy robe, smiling down at me. "You're adorable."

I look down and automatically blush.

He takes my chin and gently lifts it, pressing his plump and warm lips to mine.

I kiss back and take his hand, leading him back into the bedroom.

"Where we goin ma?" he asks, following close behind.

"I have another surprise for you," I reply, walking us towards the bed. "Sit."

He chuckles and sits down on the bed, as I head over to our closet and pull out a gift bag.

He takes it and looks up at me. "Baby you didn't have to. The game was more than enough."

I place my finger to his lips. "Shhh. Open it."

He shakes his head smiling and digs into the bag, before pulling out a box.

He raises his eyebrow out of curiosity and opens it, revealing a gold Cuban link chain.

His jaw practically falls to the floor as he looks back up at me.

"It's to match your silver one!" I explain happily, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. "Do you like it?"

"Baby," he begins. "I love it. But this....this is....a lot."

I smile, slightly shrugging. "Sure. But you're worth every penny, Josh. You treat me like a princess and I wanted to show you that I'm forever grateful."

He sets the gift bag down and takes my hands. "You didn't need to spend over a thousand dollars to prove your love to me, babygirl. I appreciate it. I really do. But..."

I cut him off. "Joshua, shush. After all that you did for me today, let alone for the past 2 years we've been together, I can spend a fuck ton of money on you if I want. Now take the damn chain."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Gianna Macri, I can't with you."

I fold my arms, still pretending to be mad, although it's taking everything in me not to laugh with him.

He wraps his arms around my waist and plants kisses on my stomach. "I love you pretty mama."

Pretty mama.

The one nickname that, he knows damn well, will make me break in any and every situation.

I finally give in, playfully roll my eyes and smile. "I love you too."

He puckers his lips and I giggle, leaning down, cupping his face, and pressing my lips against his.

He pulls me down and attacks my face with kisses.

I burst into laughter and squirm around on the bed.

I love this man so much.

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giannamacri the past 730 days have been an absolute dream. from the second i laid eyes on you, i knew i found the love of my life and the person i'd want to experience everything with. joshua fatu, i thank you. thank you for treating me like a princess, for loving me for who i am, and for allowing me to love you. every day without i fail, i feel like the luckiest girl in the world. they say nobody is perfect but baby, you come close. i love you endlessly. two years down, forever to go. 🤍

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uceyjucey I love you ma ❤️

trinity_fatu Love you both so much 🥹🥰🫶🏽

wwe Happy anniversary! ❤️

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uceyjucey Happy anniversary to my everything, my lady, my queen, my babygirl, my rock, and the love of my life. Getting to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep with you in my arms every night has been the biggest honor. I'll always admire your work ethic, your kind heart, and your selflessness. I have zero idea what I did to deserve you but one thing is for sure: I'm the luckiest man in the world. I love you mama. Forever us. 🤞🏽❤️

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SURPRISE TO GO

kim seungmin × reader - fluff, non idol au, coffee shop au, barista!seungmin - 1.1k

summary - seungmin spends his birthday working because his friends are busy. but are they really?

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yall i finally finished this. i forgot about seung's birthday and none of my drafts felt right so i wrote this quickly today. it's still 22nd in korea so i'm still on time. happy seungmin day! happy birthday my love! <333

no proofread and written in hurry. i hope you still enjoy and let me know your thoughts! <3

The bell rang above your head as you entered the small café. There were not many people inside at this hour. It was nearing the evening and the café was slowly going to sleep, people leaving and employees cleaning the emptying tables. You looked over the place, your eyes stopping at the coffee station. There he was, busy with preparing drinks and looking stupidly hot while doing it. Nope, focus, not the time for that now.

You felt it was a crime to make Seungmin work on his birthday, but volunteered anyway, when another barista called in that morning with food poisoning. When you asked why he did it, he just replied why not, the extra money was always worth it and his friends were busy anyway today.

Which was true. But not for the reason Seungmin thought. Ever since this morning, your secret group chat was blowing up with things going wrong. First the cake you ordered arrived damaged, then the restaurant canceled on you at the last minute… it was always something. Even now, you felt your phone constantly buzzing in your pocket.

You found yourself at a quiet corner table, where Seungmin wouldn't immediately see you from where he was and you took out your phone, dreading whatever catastrophe was awaiting you. Rolling your eyes at the chat name (seriously, who let Hyunjin name it?) you opened the messages.

SEUNGMINNIE'S BIRTHDAY BONANZA CLUB

sunshine baby sent a photo

sunshine baby: me and minho-hyung just saved the day!!

work of ART: wow the cake looks amazing lix

work of ART: me and changbin-hyung are almost done with wrapping the presents

work of ART: btw who's idea was it to do everything with pochacco paper? i hate that damn dog now he's everywhere 😭

devil bunny: stop being dramatic hyunjin you volunteered 🙄

DAD(dy): karaoke reservation for 7pm confirmed

DAD(dy): get your asses here and help innie with decorating

Oh. Finally some good news. You quickly responded to the guys, deciding on when to bring Seungmin to the karaoke. Checking the time, you realized you had about an hour left before Seungmin's shift ends and you need to somehow get him to the karaoke, where there is a surprise party waiting for him. Hopefully. But you trusted Chan that he can handle his six chaotic kids and nothing would go wrong again.

Deciding to make your presence known, you walked up to the counter. “Hey Seung,” you said, leaning your forearms on the counter as you checked the menu. “I'll have… whatever this is.” You pointed to the picture of this month's special drink, not daring to guess what was inside. But it looked big and complicated enough to hopefully fill some of the hour you had.

“Y/N.” Seungmin looked up in surprise, his lips immediately stretching into a soft smile when he saw it was you. He looked almost surprised to see you there. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to see my favourite boy,” you smiled. “And because he's working today…” You looked up, your eyes meeting his. Looking into Seungmin's eyes was always an experience. His dark, deep, chocolate eyes held the stars of the universe in them and you often found yourself weak to the love you saw when he looked at you. Sometimes, it took all your willpower to not avert your gaze. It felt like a bright beam of the sun, blinding and warm at the same time. And you weren't backing now.

If Seungmin's coworker was here, he would have by now uttered some ridiculous comment about the very obvious tension and to get a room. Luckily for you, Jongho was cleaning up spilled coffee, facing away from you.

“I wouldn't drink that if I were you,” Seungmin chuckled. What? Oh right, you were ordering a drink.

“Why not? It looks… fun?”

“It's disgusting as fuck.” Seungmin quickly looked around, letting out a relieved sigh when his manager was nowhere to be seen. “Our manager keeps coming up with insane things, but it went downhill after the first one. I'll make you your usual?” he offers instead.

You chuckled at his answer. He was the expert here. “Sure, thank you baby.”

Seungmin winked at you and began making your usual order. Moving away to not stand in the way but to have a good view of your boyfriend still, you leaned on the counter.

You loved watching Seungmin to do just about anything. He moved with practiced ease, knowing the steps by heart. If you woke him up at midnight and told him to do something, he would excel at it half asleep. He was calm, confident and always knew what to do. It was hot.

“There you go.” Seungmin slid your drink over to you and you smiled when you saw a cookie next to the cup.

“Is this the girlfriend privilege?” you laughed, carefully unwrapping the cookie and breaking it in half. You waited for when Seungmin was free again to call him over and feed him half of the cookie as he laughed and protested he's on the clock and shouldn't. As it turned out, bothering Seungmin was a great way to pass up your time and before you knew it, he was clocking out and offering his hand to you so you could leave together.

You led Seungmin to the karaoke, making up a lie about how you wanted to eat dinner together to explain why you weren't taking the usual route back to his and Felix's place.

“Karaoke?” Seungmin raised his eyebrow when you arrived in front of the building.

“You like singing and the buffet is great?” you shrugged, pulling him inside.

You made your way to one of the rooms, leading Seungmin into the darkness. “Happy birthday Seungmin!” the guys shouted as you flicked on the light, revealing your friends, balloons and gifts wrapped in matching wrapping paper and the cake Felix and Minho made.

While Seungmin stared in shock, you grabbed your present, lining up with the guys to congratulate him. “Thank you, Y/N,” Seungmin smiled as he received the box and you knew it wasn't just for the gift.

Later you watched him unwrap the presents with a glass of champagne in hand, enjoying his reactions to the gifts of all sorts. Sentimental ones, nice ones, and Minho's. That one deserved its special category, because the way he doubled over in laughter when he saw the shorts and couldn't show you for a solid two minutes, was something you very rarely saw. His eyes sparkled, barely visible with how much he laughed and that would forever be your favourite sight.

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˖！⩩﹕៹࣪ THE MISUNDERSTANDINGS bang chan ver ! . . . in which you break up with him because of a misunderstanding. angst, sad ending. requests open !!

an unsent message. that was all it took for you to finally snap. you and bang chan had been together for about a year or two now and you were well aware of his busy schedule, one that usually didn't bother you, except during times in which he'd need to raincheck, which was about always. none of the times escalated to as far as you standing outside a restaurant, in the rain with a phone that wasn't turning on, absolutely shattered. where was he? it had been 5 hours and you could not contact anyone and he was nowhere to be found.

out on his side, he had just finished recording with the guys, with a tired smile as he could finally spend the rest of his night with you, all cuddled up by the television with some snacks. especially to make up for his latest raincheck, surely a nice night in would make up for it. as he went to message you to assure you he was on his way, he noticed an unsent message in the bar,

'I'm sorry, baby. we'll be a little late today. by the time I get there the restaurant will be closed, I'll make it up to you, okay? ♥"

shit.

the unsent message and your lack of replies could only mean one thing. you were at the restaurant, probably confused about why he accidentally stood you up.

bang chan hurried over to the restaurant to find you sitting under one of the umbrella-covered chairs, holding your knees to shield yourself from the cold. you met his gaze and immediately you saw red.

"where were you?" you stand up, walking closer to him, shivering from the cold.

"I'm sorry I was at the studio... I- I thought-" your eyes widened with anger, a sharp gasp causing him to stop.

"at the studio? so you're telling me, I was in the pouring rain for hours, trying to contact you and you ignored me because you were, at the studio. " the words left your mouth with bitter undertones, your eyes beginning to tear up from being overwhelmed.

"just take me home, chris."

there was an uncomfortable silence for a bit as he drove, happy together playing silently in the background, leaving a loud contrast from what you were really feeling.

"I think... I think we should break up" it was comforting to hear your voice again, but also scary as he felt his heart quicken with fear.

"w-what...? why aren't we okay?" he glances at you, trying to keep his focus on the road ahead but he surely can't when there's an ache in his hands at your words

"okay? chris, i wanna be more than okay. I feel like this" you gesture to the both of you. "this is causing you even more stress than you should be having and I don't think I can handle this either."

he's silent for a bit, the heart-shattering in his chest loud enough for someone to hear if close enough.

"but- we were fine before, right? I thought you said my job wasn't gonna affect us" he is frantic, his words coming out in a hurry.

"there's a difference between you rain-checking and not checking on me whilst I'm in the rain" It was a joke, delivered in a heartbroken harsh manner but it was still something, right?

"I forgot to send you the message, I'm sorry." his face is worried, reasonably of course as he makes a stop at your home, the home you've had ever since you two were together.

" I understand that. and to prevent it, this is what I'm doing, chris." and before he can even try reasoning with you, you're shutting the door in his face, rushing into your home, leaving him there with both heartbreak and regret

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Sad, Beautiful, Tragic

jenna ortega x director!reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: in a special episode of a popular tv show, you were interviewed about your love life and the experiences you had with your ex-partner. warnings/themes: fluff & angst, not the ‘happy ending’ you're expecting ig, low-key based on la la land words: 3.5k notes: this song is stuck in my head, so i used it as the title 🙏

“Can you handle it?” she paused for a beat. “This whole Valentine's Day thing? You've been like, “yep, yep” for 11 times today, but I just want to make sure you're not going to won't lose it or anything.”

You roll your eyes before putting the phone on speaker and sighing audibly. “Sadie, girl, I promise I'm okay, alright, fine, whatever. Stop asking or I'm going to scream,” you reply, letting out a few giggles.

“Well, I just want to make sure,” she says, clearly still concerned.

“Well, you can stop now,” you reply with a smirk. “I'll tell you all about it later.” The phone call ends, and you take a deep breath and prepare for the next interview. Not just an ordinary interview, this one is all about your love life.

You straighten your clothes, fix your makeup one last time, and open the door. The staff instantly calls your name as you enter the room. “Y/N! The interview room is right there!”, the staff greets you.

You nod and offer a friendly smile to everyone before heading to the interview room.

One of the staff is already waiting for you inside. “Zoe,” she introduces herself. “"And you must be...?”

“Y/N,” you say, holding out your hand for a formal handshake.

Zoe laughs and grasps your hand with hers. “I believe our interviewer is busy right now, but you may wait there for the time being,” she adds, motioning to the chair where the interview will take place. You nod and take a seat, waiting for the interview to begin. 

“You've prepared for the questions, right?” Zoe asks.

You shake your head and give a sly grin. “Questions? What questions?” 

“Oh, please don't tell me you weren't prepared for this.”

“I honestly wasn't,” you shrug. “But I'm sure the questions will be easy.”

The interviewer finally arrives, and you greet her with a charming smile.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise,” you say, offering your hand to the well-dressed woman. She shakes it firmly before taking a seat in front of you.

“Alright, before we start, are you ready?” She asks, double-checking that you're prepared.

You give a confident nod. “Absolutely.”

The interviewer counts down from three, two, one, and the recording begins. She introduces both of you to the audience, and you listen as she speaks, nodding along. 

When she finishes, she turns back to you. “Have you been in a relationship?” 

You let out a small chuckle. “Yes, I have.” The staff in the back let out an ooooh, and your smile widens. 

“Tell me everything,” the interviewer continues, her eyes locked on yours.

“The whole story?” You ask, raising an eyebrow in the interviewer's direction. “Like, I'll start from when we first met?”

She nods, giving you the green light to continue with your story.

“Okay, so I'm still in my third year of college, and she's an actress, and I was an intern, carrying around coffee on the set, you know, trying to make a good impression. I was holding my favorite camcorder and taking footage of my experience as the gofer. I'm glad the director approved my request to do this,” you say, letting out a small chuckle. “Oh, yeah, and he said the footage might be used as the behind-the-scenes footage for the film.”

—

You've captured everything—from the cast's interactions to the staff's busywork and even yourself buying coffee for everyone. You've dreamed of being a director, and maybe one day you'll be a director and film like this.

Right now, everyone's resting, and it's more like recess time, so you take the opportunity to record more footage. Mia walks up and wraps her arms around Brittany, and they begin to chat. You keep the camera on them, but they eventually leave, taking a break.

You turn back towards the set, scanning for anything else to film. 

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot a brunette girl holding a script, practicing her next line. Your lips curl into a small smile as you aim the camera at her. Her voice is soft, and her facial expressions are so animated as she goes through her lines. 

You find yourself forgetting about the camera and just focusing on her. Her body language, her tone, her facial expressions... everything just seems to blend together into one seamless performance.

Seconds later, she stops mid-sentence and looks at you, breaking you out of your trance. You put down the camera, feeling your face turn red. You look everywhere else but at her, hoping she doesn't notice. And then, she does. She makes her way over to you, the script still in her hand.

You turn to face her, feeling a bit sheepish. “Uh, hey,” you say, hoping to maintain some kind of composure. “I'm Y/N,” you add, offering her a small smile.

She notices your reaction and raises an eyebrow, clearly wondering what's got you so flustered. “Um, I was just filming the behind-the-scenes footage,” you blurt out, rubbing the back of your neck. 

“Oh, that makes sense.” She chuckles. “I'm Jenna Or-,” she introduces herself.

“I know,” you cut her off. She raises her eyebrows again, and you panic. You didn't mean for that to sound rude. “I mean, I know you're Jenna Ortega. I'm working here too.” 

She nods, fully understanding what you meant.

“I was just watching you act... you're amazing."

“Thank you,” she says with a smile. “I just practice a lot. It's important to me to give my best performance, you know?”

You don't know what to say. All you can do is nod, blushing like crazy.

“So, what do you do around here?” she asks, trying to make conversation.

“Oh, I'm one of the film set workers, an intern actually,” you say. “I basically help set everything up and make sure everything runs smoothly.”  

She tilts her head to the side, and your heart skips a beat. You can feel your cheeks turning red, and she seems to be enjoying the fact that you're blushing. 

“Are you an aspiring director?”

“Yeah… I've always wanted to make a movie, and I thought that this would be a good way to start.”

“Wow, that's awesome. I love movies too,” she says with a smile. “But being in them is another experience entirely.”

“Just trying to get a handle on things and see what I'm good at.”

“That's the best way to do it. Just try things and see what works. That's what I did with acting, and look where it got me,” she says, holding your gaze. You feel like you're melting into her eyes.

“So, why are you interested in filmmaking?” she asks.

“I've been studying and practicing filmmaking every day, and I hope to one day make something as great as what we're doing here.”

She smiles, and you notice how stunning her eyes are. They seem like the most beautiful, sparkly gems you've ever seen.

“Maybe we can work on something together someday.”

“Yeah, I'd love that. Maybe I can learn a few things from you. You're a really good actress, Jenna.”

She blushes and looks away, hiding a smile. “Well, I don't know if I'm that good, but thank you, Y/N. It means a lot coming from someone who's willing to learn more about the industry.” 

“I should get back to practicing,” she says, turning away from you. “But we should get together sometime.”

“Definitely,” you say, smiling. “I'd like that.”

—

“I told myself to play it cool, but man, I was a mess,” you admit. “I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach every time she was around, and my voice got all shaky. I felt like I was going to melt.” You hide your face in your hands, feeling the heat radiate from your cheeks.

“I'm sure she thought it was cute,” she says, giving you a warm smile.

“Oh, I hope so.”

She pauses for a moment, deep in thought. “Tell me, how did things go between the two of you after meeting?”

—

You ordered two scoops of your favorite ice cream, knowing that you'd need something to cool you down even in the middle of summer. You're minding your own business when you get a glimpse of Jenna seated on a bench, reading her script. You approach her, and instead of offering her coffee, you hand her two ice cream cones.

She accepts it and starts to unwind, licking the sweet, cool treat. You see a small smile spread across her face as she takes another bite.

“You're a true saint,” she says. 

“You need a break,” you say, taking a seat next to her on the bench.

“You know, I wasn't expecting you to be a summer ice cream salesperson.” She takes another bite of her ice cream and raises an eyebrow. “So what's your motivation for bringing me ice cream today? Did you just think I needed a treat, or were you trying to impress me?”

You grin at her. “Maybe a little bit of both.”

“Don't tease me, Y/N.”

“Well, it's not like it's every day that I get to share ice cream with a movie star.”

The ice cream melts, and it creates a sticky mess on her fingers, making her try to clean her hands on her jean shorts. You grab a napkin from your pocket, and you hand it to her to use. “Thanks,” she says, taking the napkin and cleaning her hands.

“It's so, so hot out here,” you say, fanning yourself. You look around at the sun-drenched set.

She nods in agreement, wiping a strand of hair out of her face. “I know. It's unbearable,” she says with a sigh.

“I'm more of a Christmas person myself. I love everything about it.” 

“Christmas, huh?” 

“It's the best! All the snow, the gifts, the Christmas songs—and of course, the food!” you say, getting more and more excited.

“Okay, okay, calm down. We get it, you love Christmas,” she says, grinning. “I love Christmas too.”

“Do you really?” you say, feigning surprise. “Maybe we should watch some Christmas movies sometime, you know, for ‘research.’”

She chuckles, looking at you with deep brown eyes that drill into your soul. “Sure, why not?”

You nod, feeling your heart race a little faster. You want to say more, but you're not sure if you should.  

She turns to her script once more. You can tell that she's focusing on reading her script, but the occasional glance she gives you makes your heart race. You have to remind yourself to breathe normally.

You glance down at the script she's holding, which she's still reading. “Can I read with you?” you offer. “I'm a bit of a movie nerd, so I'm happy to help.” 

She looks up at you, her eyes sparkling with a bit of surprise. “Really? You'll read with me?”

“Yeah, it'll be fun.” 

She hands you the script, and you start to scan the lines. “So, what scene are we reading?” 

She points to the page, pointing to a specific part of the script. “This one, right here,” she says, biting her lip as she watches you read.

You clear your throat, trying to focus on the dialogue, but it's hard to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. She's so close to you, and her warm, intoxicating scent fills your nostrils.

You begin to read aloud from the script, trying to capture the tone and energy of the characters as best you can.

You hear a light chuckle coming from her direction, and you glance up to see her smiling, her head shaking slightly.

“What's so funny?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing, it's just…” she starts, but then hesitates, “I didn't expect you to be this good.”

You're not sure what to say to that, so you just smile. “Thanks,” you manage, feeling a bit flustered.

—

“A year,” you say, the word dripping through your lips. “We've been friends for a whole year. We hung out often, but life got in the way for both of us.”

You shift in your seat, making yourself more comfortable. “As a fourth-year student, I've been slammed with academics, and she's, well, a celebrity, so it's hard to make time for each other.” you continue with a small chuckle. “We still stay in touch, though, sending each other texts of encouragement or just sharing a little bit about our days.”

“Our first date…” you trail off for a moment, tapping your foot on the floor and looking at your feet. “I saw her at a record store in New York while I was out Christmas shopping. She was trying to pick out a record for herself, and I helped her find the perfect one.” 

You smirk, crossing your legs as you sit across the table from the interviewer. “In fact, I invited her to my show that night.”

“What show?” the interviewer prompts, puzzled.

You shrug. “My little show was at a university theater, and with a limited run, it wasn't really a big deal.”

You take a deep breath, a small grin spreading across your face. “I was nervous because it was my first time directing, but the cast was incredible, and she showed up! I didn't expect her to, but she did.”

—

“The show was amazing! You're a total genius, Y/N,” Jenna says, while walking with you on the sidewalk.

“Don't flatter me too much, or I'll start growing a big head,” you reply with a half-smirk, giving Jenna a sidelong glance.

“Oh, we wouldn't want that, now, would we?”

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the grin on your face. “Nope, that would be my worst nightmare.”

You realize that the cold winter air is making your hands feel stiff and numb. You keep them in your coat pockets, trying to stay warm. You feel a flutter in your chest as Jenna walks next to you, her shoulder brushing against yours.

After a beat of comfortable silence, Jenna looks up at you with a smile, her hair framing her face in the soft glow of the streetlights. “So... you got any Christmas plans?”

“No, I'm just planning on spending the holiday with myself,” you shrug casually.

Jenna's smile falters for a moment, but she soon regains her cool. “That's boring. What about your family?” 

You shrug again and glance at her, wondering where she's going with this. “Eh, they're all busy,” you say with a nonchalant air.

She narrows her eyes at you, and you can practically feel her brain working overtime.

“We're here,” you say as you reach the front of your house. “I'll see you around.”

“Wait,” she says, suddenly interrupting your internal monologue, causing you to jump.

“What is it?”

“I'll be spending this Christmas with my family,” she begins. Her hands fidget, her eyes darting around as if she's trying to find the right words to say.

She takes a breath, and you hold yours, not daring to interrupt her as she speaks.

“Do you... do you want to spend Christmas with me?” she asks, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I mean, with us. If you want to...?” There's a moment of silence following her response, and she starts to wonder if she said too much.

You blink in surprise, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the windows of some of the nearby houses. The lights inside cast a warm glow on your face, highlighting the rosy hue that crept into your cheeks.

“I'd love to.”

“Really?” The corners of her mouth turning up into a grin as she looks up at you.

You nod again, unable to trust your voice to speak.

A delicate white snowdrop lands on your hair, and you tilt your head back to catch the flutters of powdery white. You smile, your teeth blinding white against your flushed cheeks.

“It's…” she starts, but the words seem to be stuck in her throat, as if the moment is too perfect to be interrupted with conversation. 

“I know.” Your breath created a small cloud of frost in the air.

She looks up at you with a slight smirk on her lips, her eyes darting between yours and the falling snow. 

The only sound coming from your lips is a soft ‘wow’ as the snow settles on the ground. She can't help but notice your cute grin that stretches from ear to ear, almost like a child on Christmas morning.

She reaches for your hand, and your heart skips a beat. Her touch is colder than the winter air, but the warmth of her presence sets your heart on fire.

You turn to face Jenna, a smile creeping across your face as you take in the soft snow falling like a gentle caress on your cheeks. 

Jenna looks at you with such intensity that you can't remember how to breathe. “You're cold,” you state, and she nods, her eyes still locked on yours. 

She swallows, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the warmth of your hand on her forehead, and the mere act of being in your presence makes her feel warm all over.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't. The silence stretches on and on, and you've never wanted to fill it more.

And just like that, the moment is ruined when you sneeze. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, turning red. 

She chuckles. “It's okay, I've got a tissue.” 

You accept it gratefully, wiping away the redness around your nose.

“Thanks,” you say, your voice a little hoarse. 

She nods, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Anytime,” she replies, before turning back to the snow, watching as it falls around you.

—

“...after we spent the holidays, we started dating.”

“How long have you been dating?”

“Two years. We've been dating for two years.” You smile softly. “Time was the one thing we couldn't control. I feel like we've just been going in different directions.”

“While I'm trying to make my name as a director, she got into a major franchise as a supporting actor. We both have such busy schedules, and we would barely see each other,” you continue. “The busy schedules, the fights, the doors being slammed, the screaming, the distance—it feels like we've spent more time apart than we have together.”

“It got so bad that we almost broke up, but in the end, we chose to fix things. I supported her career, and she supported mine.”

“But then, as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on us, our schedules clashed over and over again,” you say. “We had a massive argument, with both of us shouting at each other. We could never see eye to eye on anything, no matter how much we tried. I reached my breaking point, and I made the decision to break things off.”

“We both know it's over,” you say, sighing heavily.

“I can't deny it; we've achieved so much. But we're both so busy and caught up in our own careers that we can't focus on each other.”

The interviewer waits for a moment, letting you gather your thoughts. “Do you still love her?”

“I used to, but not anymore.”

—

The sun sets over the studio as the interview comes to a close. 

“Well, that's all the time we have for today, Y/N. Thank you so much for joining us. We wish you nothing but the best in your future endeavors.”

“Oh, I bet you say that to all the guests. But seriously, thanks for having me, Jenna.” You share a laugh and shake hands as she delivers her final line in front of the camera.

Once the cameras stop rolling, you join the staff in cleaning up before walking out. You spot Jenna and make your way over to her.

“Let me walk you out,” you offer with a smile.

“Sure,” she accepts, grateful for the company.

After a few minutes of walking, Jenna breaks the silence. “Your latest movie is a total hit. You must be so proud.”

“I am, thanks. It was a lot of work, but it was worth it to see how well the movie was received.”

You both continue to stroll in silence, the silence only broken by the chill of the night air seeping through your clothes.

But it doesn't last long before Jenna speaks up again. She stops in her tracks and turns to face you. “Thank you, Y/N,” she says. “Thank you for everything.”

You can only manage a small nod in response, unable to put into words what you feel.

Just as you're about to head out, the sound of a car honking catches your attention. 

“That's him.” Jenna turns towards the parking lot, where an attractive guy is waiting for her. You watch as she runs over to him, burying her face in his chest as she wraps her arms around him.

She turns back to you and gives you a look that says everything. You wave goodbye one last time, a small smile etched on your lips.

Even if things didn't work out between the two of you, the connection is still there. You remember the journey you've had together, grateful for the part you've played in her life. 

[narcissarina]

Distanceજ⁀➴

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍.

“Leon?” chat sent.

No messages, it was just delivered. Maybe he's busy.

—Chat sent a minute ago—

“Hey, love. It's me again, I wrote you a letter today and I plan on piling them up so when we finally closed the distance, I could give them to you!” chat sent.

Still no replies, your messages were on delivered but you are positive that he's in a mission. He did tell you beforehand, yet you insist on spamming his dm because it gives you comfort.

Looking back, still no reply. A mission does take a week or a month to finish but you couldn't help but worry and feel a little insecure without his assurance.

You were going to send him another message, “Hey Leon...” your finger froze and continue, “I miss you already, text me back okay?”

Chat sent

—Chat sent an hour ago—

Going hom to an empty house, to an empty phone and empty inbox—no response. It made you overthink, insecure and feel a painful ache in your chest, but writing your feelings down and saying your day to his dm does help, right?

“It's me again, everything just hurts, my love:(” chat sent

“Hey baby! I wrote 5 pages of letter for you, will pack a box for the things I write for you♡”

“Had a rough day from work, wish you were here nor we could call. I miss you so fucking much...”

“I wanna recall many memories with you, Leon. And yet, I couldn't recall the last time we kissed:(”

“baby, are you still there?”

“I miss you, sorry if I'm annoying.”

—Chats were sent 3 days ago—

Coming home from work as usual, leaving you extra tired, depressed and sad. Eyes were puffy from all the crying last night, still no messages from him. Must be hard for two souls bound to be in love with a distance between them.

“Baby, my heart aches, but I want you to know that I'm still longing for you, please be safe.” chat sent

You lump down on your bed, hot liquids starts to form at the back of your eyes as you cry out again. It was a tiring long day and Leon would be the first one hearing your whines and complains you tell about.

But you can't.

And you fell asleep, face down to your pillow and the plush (that looks like him) that he got for you on your side, as you suddenly awoke from your sleep. Phone vibrating as you choke a sob out, throat dry and eyes puffy.

You check your notifications, it was Leon.

Holding back your cries as you read his messages.

“Hey, princess. Sorry for responding so late. I appreciate you spamming my inbox, it made my day to see you speak about your day:)”

“don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'm here now, now what kind of stories will you be sharing hm?”

“I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you okay? I miss you too, baby. So fucking much that I'll lose my mind”

“my baby's very pretty and mine only, don't want your pretty little head be filled with those thoughts. I'm here and you can talk it out with me, what your feeling right now is completely valid:) I love you.”

“You're not annoying. I love you.”

Crying to his messages, no matter how late he is—you are glad that he is well and still the same man you fallen in love with, you read his text as he constantly assures you and replies to every messages you sent to him. Small things matter.

One message did caught you off guard, it was just sent two seconds ago: “open your door, baby. I'm here.”

You didn't believe that, he must be tired from being an agent but you try to humor him and went to your door—although you do feel a bit nervous, when was the last time you two saw each other? Six years ago, that's for sure.

Your door slowly creaks as you open it, eyes wide open and tears spilled out from your eyes as he was standing before you—bouquet of flowers in hand with your favorite chocolate and a big teddy bear beside him, “suprise, happy anniversary.” he spoke in a tired tone and lean down to kiss you and give you his gifts.

You cried, being a sobbing mess you were already are—you place his gifts nearby and jump into his arms, feeling his warmth and skin to yours.

He got inside your apartment, it was a mess and Leon lie down in your bed and you on top of him, refusing to let go. “My baby koala.” He chuckles and kisses your temple, you kept muttering your i love yous to him and spilling tears to his shirt.

“You can stop crying now.” he mutter, sitting up with you in his hand as he felt you clench your hands to his shirt—refusing to let go, you shake your head in response as you stick yourself like a glue to him.

He chuckles and let you have your way, staying like that for a few hours as he finally spoke, “I have a proposal.” he pauses, watching you twitch as your reaction, you hum to him and nuzzle closer.

“Let's live together from now on.”

[ethansluvbot]

Hey can you do Jack Champion x Actress!Reader, Where Jack has a crush on her and he like dms her?

FLAWLESS | JACK CHAMPION

summary: jacks had a crush on you for a while now. she's a great actress that he admires. one night he decides its time to finally message her.

warnings: none just fluff :)

an: sorry this is so so so short. i’m so sick so i’ll get to the request and write extra today!! i hope this is how you expected it :)

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fan01 you’re so gorgeous, i can’t wait to see the movie!!

yourusername thank you so much!!

jackchampion are you having a good time? the view looks amazing :)

yourusername i love it, thank you!

baileybliss trying to steal my girl?

masongooding my boys trying to make a move?

fan02 you’re so stunning

fan03 THE PASTA YUM

it wasn't unnoticeable that jack has a huge crush on y/n. he was always commenting, liking and reposting her post. he watched all of the movies that she started in and rewatched the shows. he even tried to get jenna to set you two up.

he would've made a move earlier but he was afraid of rejection. maybe it was the fact that he had alcohol in his system that he messaged you.

all he said was a simple hey, "really?" he thought to himself. he should've said something to intrigue her more. he threw his phone and ran away acting like a little girl. it was probably about ten minutes later that he finally decided to check his phone.

y/n scrolled through her messages until she saw his name pop up. all he said was a simple greeting, but you still was amused by it. she tapped the message quickly thinking of the best thing to send back.

hi :)

it shocked him that he even got a reply back. he tried his best to understand what just happened to him. (he’d probably start kicking his feet like a little girl)

i’m going to be honest, i don’t know what to say because i’m still in shock

that was the only thing that could come out after 20 minutes of thinking. she replied pretty quickly to him.

ill give you time to process this ;) i’m going out to lunch, maybe you can join me?

hell yes :)

jack spent at least a half an hour trying to pick a outfit. after he still didn’t figure it out he resorted to calling his mom. which she helped him pick out a outfit quickly.

it was a understatement to say jack was nervous. this is all he wanted. he wanted her. he got into the car and drove to the panera. to be honest he wasn't the biggest fan of panera, but he did it all for her. he would do anything for her.

she sat there waiting with a fresh bowl of soup. he was at least 30 minutes late to their "date". the sound of the bell from the door made her meet the eyes of jack. she smiled waving him over to her.

"hey! sorry i'm late, i couldn't pick out an outfit to wear." she nodded to him. why did she make him that nervous? it's not like they never interacted before. maybe only one or two times.

"i promise i'm friendly," she said brushing her hand against him. that didn't calm any of his nerves. he would just have to be himself and hope she would accept him.

an hour later they finally began to laugh together. it was almost like they had known each other for a long time. he wondered if she actually thought about him more than a friend.

"i really do like you, no matter what i'll wait for you." jack said. you both finished up your lunch and were getting ready to leave. you looked up to him meeting his puppy dog eyes. no one could say no to that.

you looked at his lips and then directly into his eyes. leaning up you attached yourself to his lips. your arm reaching up to curl in his hair.

"i'll text you later stranger," she gave him once last kiss on the lips. she never met someone like her. someone that she could spend her life laughing with. she wondered if something would actually happen between them.

[landorris4]

── ☆ quadrant house

☆ Maybe Lando Norris was more than a friend, and maybe it was time for you to learn that.

warnings: friends with benefits words count: 2.6k

POV Maya

It was the third time that week that my parents had pestered me about moving in with my cousin. I made videos for YouTube and that's why the neighbors sometimes complained about the noise and stuff, after all, we lived in an apartment in Chicago.

After so much insistence on this idea, I finally accepted. Living with him will be fun, after all he lives with a bunch of other people, and I think I know all of them. I sent a message to Max asking if I could come over on Monday and he said he would prepare everything.

The only condition he gave me was that I help with the expenses, and I accepted, after all I made money from the internet and spending time there would generate much more content for my channel. And it would be great to see my best friend, Lando, again.

Right now, I was checking my bags. I'm only taking my clothes, accessories, shoes and some souvenirs, decorations I buy there. Today is Sunday and I have a flight at 7 pm, so I'm going to take a nap before my flight. It will be a seven hour and forty minute flight, I even had time to sleep, but I can't relax on planes alone.

[...]

I just got off the plane and my cousin sent me the address, I'm going to take an Uber because they forgot to clean the house and are only doing it now. It had to be Quadrant.

Anyway, I did everything I had to do at the airport and called an Uber. I would even describe what I did, but it's a lot of bureaucracy. I started filming on the plane and now I was filming some scenes in the Uber as well. Of course, I didn't say anything, I just recorded it and I'll tell you later. I'm really embarrassed to talk to the camera around people.

As soon as I arrived in front of the mansion, I thanked and paid the driver, took my bags out of the car and immediately placed them in front of the door, I sent a message to Max and in 2 minutes he was opening the door for me.

── I thought they were going to let me live in the garden ─ I acted dramatic and he laughed. I think drama runs in the family.

── I missed you, Maya! ─ he said hugging me and messing up my hair, which made me look at him angrily.

── Max! I spent the whole way from the airport fixing my hair and you mess it up when I get here? I just don't kill you now because I'm so tired ─ I said and he just laughed, picked up my bags and took them to the living room.

── Ria, Niram and Aarav went to the market to do their monthly shopping. Lando is sorting out some sponsorship stuff, Steve is still sleeping. Oh, and your room won't be ready until tomorrow, so you'll be sleeping with someone. I'd say sleep in my room, but P is arriving today too ─ he said and I nodded.

── I'm going to stay in Lando's room, I'm going to put him to sleep on the floor ─ I said, picking up my bags and Max laughed, I've always been very attached to Lando, ever since I met him.

Max picked up the remaining bags and took them to Norris's room. I followed him since I didn't know this house yet. It was huge, I would definitely get lost here.

── You can sleep if you want, we'll wake you up for lunch ─ he kissed my forehead and left the room, closing the door.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 o'clock, so I decided to take a shower. As soon as I was done, I put on some comfortable clothes and went back to my room. I saw that Lando had a bulletin board and I went over there, writing that I should finish my vlog later. I would definitely forget.

I grabbed my camera and put it on the nightstand. Soon someone knocked on the door and I said they could come in. As soon as the person opened the door, I saw that it was Pietra and smiled. I went up to her and hugged her. It had been a long time since I had seen her, and I really enjoyed her company.

── Did you miss me? ─ she mocks and I laugh, releasing her from the hug.

── Not at all ─ I replied and she laughed.

── I just came to give you a hug and let you go to sleep. The boys don't know yet, so when Lando comes in and sees that there's someone sleeping in his bed, he'll find it strange ─ she said a few more things and then left the room, finally leaving me alone.

I lay down on the bed and was thankful that Lando had a soft bed. I grabbed my camera and said I was going to sleep, I sent a message asking Max to record Lando's reaction when he arrived and saw that I was here and he agreed.

And then, after a few minutes of trying, I managed to fall asleep.

[...]

── NO WAY! ─ I heard a scream and immediately woke up, looking at the door and seeing a disbelieving Lando, and a laughing Max with a camera right behind him.

I smiled at Norris who came running, threw himself on top of me and hugged me. I missed his hugs, they were so warm. Lando and I have known each other since before I moved to the United States, I met him at one of Max's kart races and we ended up becoming best friends, that was about 9 years ago. Sometimes we would hook up, just for fun, but it never affected our friendship.

── Wow Ma, I missed you so much! ─ he exclaimed without letting go of me.

── I felt it too, Lan! ─ he smiled at the nickname and hugged me tighter, falling down next to me and laying me on his chest.

── I'm going now because I feel like being left out ─ Max said, leaving the room and closing the door, which made us laugh.

── What are you doing here, Yara? ─ he called me and I frowned. I hated that nickname.

My name is actually Mayara, and Lando is the only one who calls me Yara. Throughout my life, he was the only one who dared to create a nickname. When he realized that I didn't like the nickname, he started using it just to annoy me.

── Don't call me Yara, Norris ─ I said and he laughed. ─ And I came to live here!

── I missed annoying you, and I'm glad you're going to live here now. I missed you so much! ─ He surprised me with a kiss and I smiled, shyly.

── I'm sleepy, so if you're going to stay here, don't make any noise, thanks ─ I said, turning to the other side and curling up on the bed. The truth is that even after years of intimacy with Lando, I still felt blushing with every minimally romantic action, and at this moment, I'm sure I'm blushing.

── I'm going to help the boys with lunch. I'll come and get you later. ─ He got up, walked around the bed and stopped in front of me. He held my face and gave me a kiss. And how I missed those kisses. In the end, he smiled and left the room, leaving a completely happy Maya lying on the bed.

[...]

We had lunch, and when it was 2 pm, I put on a bikini and went to the pool area. I was listening to music on my headphones when I heard my name being called. There was no one calling me, just Niram making fun of Lando for not wiping the smile off his face since I arrived.

I sat back down on the lounge chair and the boys decided to stay in the pool. After a while, I remembered that I needed to record more scenes for the vlog so I went in and got my camera.

I started going through the takes I recorded and ended up realizing that Max had set the camera to record Lando's reaction, and then left it on the nightstand, but didn't stop recording, which ended up recording the kiss Norris gave me. I laughed in despair, after all, Ria is the one who edits my videos, and I couldn't cut this before sending it to her because my laptop doesn't support editing applications. And to make matters worse, my computer was an ocean away.

I couldn't erase the take, because it was too funny from that angle, but I had to find a way to convince Ria not to tell anyone.

It's not like it's a huge secret that Lando and I kiss at parties. But homely affection like the one in the video, those are secret. To our friends we only kiss when we're drunk, to my cousin we're just friends who have never touched each other's lips, but between him and me there's a mutual agreement of free will to kiss and make out in private.

Speaking of him, the arms that surrounded me were definitely his, his unmistakable scent invaded my senses, followed by a caress on my waist, a body pressed against mine and a head in the curve of my neck.

── Are you okay, Yara? You didn't go back to the pool ─ Lando murmurs, giving small kisses on my shoulder.

── Yes, I just remembered that I need to record a few more scenes and I came to get my camera. It turns out that I asked Max to record his reaction and he forgot to tell me that this camera was also on, so he recorded our kiss ─ I explain and he smiles.

── It's not like it's a secret ─ he says, moving away and smiling mischievously.

── It's not a secret, but it's not public knowledge. Ria will see it and will ask me a lot of questions, let's pray that she doesn't tell anyone ─ I explain, turning to face him.

── Everyone knew for me ─ Lando lets go.

What do you mean? He's the first one to say he doesn't want anything serious when he's with other girls. It doesn't make sense for him to say that.

── Lando, with all due respect, why are you saying this? I can't even count on my fingers how many girls you turned down in the last year, claiming you didn't want to be with anyone and were focused on your career. I remember well every time you called me drunk to tell me you couldn't have a serious relationship.

── Yes, because none of them were you! ─ the boy says and leaves the room, leaving me confused.

What does he mean by that?

(...)

There are few things I don't know how to deal with well. Among them are injustices and adult tantrums, both of which always irritate me. And dealing with Lando Norris today was being impossible, because it was unfair that he made me confused and his childish tantrum of running away from me all day would have to stop at some point.

That moment came at bedtime. He tried to take as long as he could to come to bed, but he found me awake, sitting on the bed waiting for him. Sighing in defeat, Lando went into the bathroom and changed his clothes so he could sleep, and sat down next to me, both of us watching the television that was off.

── So... Aren't you going to explain it to me? ─ I begin.

── There's nothing to explain, Yara. It's obvious that I'm in love with you, if you didn't notice before it's because you didn't want to. I never made a point of hiding that I would do anything for you.

── You never made a point of talking either, did you? ─ He remains silent. ─ Lando, I'm sorry, but it's hard to read your signals when you're with me for a week and then show up at a club with some girl the next week ─ I'm honest.

I don't hold any grudges or resentment over it, but I admit that yes, sometimes it hurt to wake up to pictures of you with a woman hanging around your neck.

── You never wanted anything serious, Yara, you always made it clear that our lives didn't fit together because I'm always traveling and you live on another continent. I had no choice but to make the most of my time with you and then try to forget the desire to return to your arms ─ Lando vents. I can see his back tense and his gaze get lost between the sheets. ─ But now it's a different story. I thought we could finally have that love story from your favorite books. I thought you would finally notice me the way I notice you. Like when I realized you hold your breath every time something bothers you in one of our conversations about privileges. Or when I realized you hate eating plain or excessive cheese but love four-cheese pizza. Or when I realized you wake up with back pain if you sleep on your right side, so I switched sides in bed...

Watching Lando vulnerable was comforting. Knowing that he felt this way around me and knowing that we can have a future made me deeply happy. Even better was realizing that he had been noticing me all along. He saw me. And I won't deny it, until yesterday I thought I loved Lando just as a friend. But today, after all his speech, I realized that it was never just that. It was never just kisses and hugs, it was never just sleepless nights, it was never just mornings with a hangover. It was never just friendship. Lando was by my side every step I took over the last few years and I hoped he would continue to be there for the next few years too.

Charlie Brown Jr.¹ once said: "They say it's impossible to find love without losing your mind; But for those with strong minds, the impossible is just a matter of opinion; And even madmen know that." And he was right. Love is blind and madness accompanies it, just like the fable by Jean de La Fontaine says. It's unlikely that you'll love someone without having a hint of madness in the mix. After all, only madmen are capable of loving someone so much without losing their self-love. And I loved Lando Norris. I loved him so much!

Loving Lando Norris was a lazy Sunday morning, between kisses, sheets, affection and love on a cold but sunny morning. After all, that was the definition of love for me. I won't know how to explain it, but that was it. And Lando was all that and much more.

Unable to hold it in any longer, I grabbed his hand to get his attention and settled myself on his lap, beginning a slow, passionate kiss that lasted until both of our lungs were begging for oxygen. When our mouths parted, I pressed our foreheads together briefly before snuggling into his shoulder in a warm embrace.

── Thank you. For paying attention, for understanding my side, for giving me satisfaction even when you shouldn't, for loving me. Thank you for being you and choosing me to love you ─ I whispered.

── I'm the one who should thank you here, love. Thank you for loving me, even if I'll never be half the man you deserve to have.

── You are more than I need, Lan.

And maybe, in the end, only the crazy ones really knew. And, God, how happy I was to be one of the crazy ones.

¹Charlie Brown Jr. was a Brazilian rock band formed in 1992 in the city of Santos, by Chor��o, Champignon, Marcão Britto, Thiago Castanho and Renato Pelado.

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♱ | 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓– Ft. Miguel O’Hara

Synopsis— cheating boyfriend leads to you at a club one night stand; mysterious man at a club

content warning | nsfw stuff; dirty talk, spanking, acarophilia, hair pulling, praising kink, cunnilingus and etc

✮ — [missionary and cowgirl]

✮ — word count. 3.0k

✮ — || authors note - don’t get too excited; this is my SECOND time making smut; I tried my best making it sound natural when he’s cursing in spainsh because I don’t wanna cringe when I’m trying to reread it and also I tried ACCURATE TRANSLATION from other websites and asked some friends ( ´ཀ` )

Today was a terrible day; you had stayed up late trying to complete your work, causing you to be sluggish and exhausted when you finally forced yourself out of bed. As soon as you stepped out of the house, you rushed to the bus station in order to make it on time. When you eventually made it into work, your domineering supervisor scolded and berated for being late. “I need a new job” was all that echoed through your mind as he continuously nagged

You quickly finished your paperwork and headed to your apartment. As you were opening your door, you heard a woman's moans followed by a man's grunts coming from inside. Your heart sank as you slowly stepped closer. It was already one of those bad days and to make matters worse, you could see through the crack of the open door that it was your boyfriend on top of another woman, both moaning in pleasure. You shook your head in frustration and let out a heavy sigh as you said “are you f*cking kidding me?”

The two people on the bed froze in shock and your boyfriend scrambled to get up from the bed. "Babe, I can explain," he stammered as he tried to cover his naked body with a blanket. You weren't sure if it was because of embarrassment or shame but you didn't want to hear what he had to say.

“I need you to get out…now”, you said coldly, pointing towards the door. He hesitated for a moment before slowly getting off the bed and gathering his clothes. As he made his way out of the bedroom he turned to look at you one last time but your expression didn’t change. Your heart was pounding as anger and hurt overwhelmed you in waves.

You sighed in disbelief; you’ve been working your ass off only in return of your long time boyfriend cheating on with another girl, “today is really shitty day” you groaned as you kept walking towards the bathroom .

You took off your clothes and stepped into the stream of hot water washing away your emotions as you cried silently. You closed your eyes and let the water wash away all the pain, all the anger and hurt that was consuming you so much; it felt like a burden being taken off of you little by little. After you were done, you called your best friend to explain about your situation but she didn’t pick up so you waited a few minutes untill the phone rang.

It was your friend on the other end of the phone, listening intently as you relayed your story. “I'm so sorry that happened,” she consoled softly, her voice full of empathy. “You know what you need right now… a night out with me! A new club just opened up and I want us to go check it out. Let's forget all this for a bit and just have some fun." She sounded excited, yet sincerely concerned for your wellbeing.

"Are you sure I should be going out like this? I look like a mess," you said hesitantly, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle. "don't be ridiculous," your best friend replied confidently. "You'll look great no matter what. Just put on something nice and I'll come get you in an hour."

As the phone call ended, you got up from the couch, and made your way to the bedroom closet. Peering inside for a moment, you spotted a familiar black dress tucked away in the back corner. You pulled it out and held it up for inspection - it was a long bodycon dress with sleeves that showed off your neck and shoulders. A small chuckle escaped your lips as you remembered where you had last worn this same dress - "Wow, this old thing is still here” , you thought to yourself.

You stripped off your sweatpants and t-shirt and quickly put on the dress. You buttoned up all the clasps, and took a few steps back to get a good look at yourself in the mirror. The familiar black fabric still fit perfectly. Your phone rang, it was your best friend telling you to come outside so you guys could go to new club downtown. You grabbed your purse, put on some shoes and ran out the door.

As you drove to the club with your best friend, you started getting nervous. You had no idea what kind of crowd would be there or if it was even worth going to in the first place. But when you got there and saw all of the people dancing around and having fun while you just felt kinda out of place. “It’s ok,” your friend said, “just relax and have fun! This is why we came here.”

You felt a bit nervous of the large crowd and the music thumping you tapped your friend shoulder “Hey, I think I'm going to head over to the bar. It's way too crowded in here."

Your friend nodded, understanding your need for some space and they went to go mingle while you took a seat. You sighed as you asked the bartender for a tequila shot. "Maybe clubbing isn't my thing," you muttered, taking a sip of the drink while watching your friend dance with a group. The music was loud and pounding, making it hard to think and difficult to hold a conversation. The crowd around you was sweaty and boisterous, completely caught up in the moment. You felt slightly out of place here.

You were observing people dancing and talking the you eyes spotted a guy with a bunch of a girl around him; giggle and flirting with him . He had a drink in one hand and he appeared to be enjoying the attention. He had an uncanny look in his eyes that seemed to draw people to him.

You were about to take another sip when you realized he was looking right at you. You felt your skin flush and a rush of warmth spread through your body as his gaze settled on yours for a moment too long before turning away to face the other ladies with a smirk .

Quickly glancing away, you took another sip from your drink before you felt a presence next to you. You turned your head and saw a tall man with his eyes locked on you. He smiled and said "Long night huh?" It was the same guy from the other table you we're watching “yeah , I’m just trying to pass the time until my friends get here," you replied.

He nodded in understanding then said, "Wanna head outside for a bit?" He gestured towards the back door with his thumb.“Sure, why not," you said getting up and grabbing your jacket.

You followed the man outside where it was surprisingly quiet compared to the chaos inside. The streetlights illuminated the area but it wasn't enough to make out who this man was.

You turned around and looked at him, He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one for himself. He then reached out and offered his lighter to you.

You smoke?" He asked as he took a drag on his cigarette.

“Not really but I could use one” you reply before accepting the cigarette from his hands.

He looked at and then looked away before saying “You seem like you’ve been through a lot recently”.

You nervously blinked, unsure of how to respond. You had so many questions and wanted to know how he knew what you were going through but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him outright.

Instead, you took a long drag from the cigarette and exhaled slowly before speaking up. “Yeah...I have been through a lot lately, you know work problems and relationships stuff too”

He let out a small groan before crushing the cigarette with his heels, slowly raising his gaze to meet hers. With an amused smirk he said, “You know I could make your night even better."

You flashed him a coy smile and, your hands resting on his chest, asked in a teasingly seductive voice, "Hmm...how would you do that?"

He leaned in close to you, his hot breath tickling your ear as he murmured, "I’m sure you already know" His hands moved slowly down your body, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. His lips grazed yours lightly before he pulled away and looked into your eyes, the heat between the two of you palpable. You felt a thrill course through your veins that made you ache for more.

Your heart started beating faster as he took your hands in his and gently tugged you closer to him. He then grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into a aggressive kiss. He whispered softly “Let me take care of everything tonight” before he started to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your body was trembling with desire as you melted into him. He grabbed onto the curves of your hips and pulled you in closer to him, sending a wave of pleasure through both of you. His grip tightened as he kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses that sent shivers down your spine.

“Wait, I don’t even know your name” you moaned as he kept biting and licking your neck, his hands still firmly gripping your hips.

“i’ll tell you it when we go to my place” he whispered huskily into your ear, his hot breath tickling as the tip of his tongue darted out and brushed against your earlobe. You couldn't help but melt into his touch; it felt so passionate and raw, like nothing you'd ever experienced before. You knew at that moment, you had to go with him.

He took to you inside his car; he rested his hands on your lap while driving to his apartment he revealed his name while as you guys we're driving to his apartment. As you guys went upstairs it disn’t take long untill you were both getting undressed. He ardently kissed your lips as his hands glided up and down your body feeling each curve.

He pressed you against the bed frame, forcing your body to bend downwards. With a swift tug, he pulled your underwear down to your ankles, exposing your wet and aroused cunt. A rough whisper in your ear caught you off guard; "Te ves tan hermosa como princesa," he growled as his firm hands squeezed and caressed your ass. He ran his hand over your clit, stroking it in a circular motion as he continued to push his fingers deep within you.

“mmhn! miguel- w-wait” You gasped as he relentlessly pounded away, your legs trembling with every deep thrust. He pushed further and further until you felt your cunt juices dripping down your inner thighs. "Mmmf!" you cried out as your eyes rolled back and the intensity of pleasure overwhelmed you.

“Qué hermoso” with a satisfied grunt, he licked the last of your juices off his finger. "But we're not done yet," he uttered in a low, raspy tone, a hint of desire evident in his voice.

He flips you onto your back and spreads your legs wider, before bending down to lick your cunt slowly as he moved his hands to your nipples, stroking them with his thumb, teasing them. He kept flicking his tongue over your clit causing you to moan louder and deeper, his hand now stroking your inner thighs making you arch into him.

As he was still licking your clit until he noticed that he was pushing against a spot inside he pushed his tongue even deeper into you, causing your moans to be louder and more passionate. His other hand started to twist your nipple and tugging it forward as his tongue moved around inside of you.

“Mnngh!— Miguel, this is t-too much—” you slurred as he kept licking and sucking on your clit you grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him closer.He smiled against your clit and increased the intensity of his actions, causing you to moan even louder as your body began to shake from the pleasure coursing through you. He continued teasing and licking until eventually he had brought you right at the brink of orgasm before he suddenly stopped, leaving you panting for more.

“Mmm.. you taste so delicious” he murmured as he slowly stood up and stared down at you with a satisfied smirk. “Te voy a ahogar con mi polla” he whispered before unbuckling his pants revealing his erect dick.

You gasped in detail as you eyed the impressive size of him,. “Since you did well, I might as well give you a reward” he smirked as he brought it closer to your face poking it by your cheek . You took a deep breath and opened your mouth wrapping your lips around his thick shaft, sliding it in and out of your mouth.

He grunted in pleasure as he pushed himself deeper inside your warm wetness, his hands grabbing ahold of the hair tightly as you kept bobbing your head back and forward causing him to groan in deep pleasure. “oh shit— your mouth feels too good—” he groaned before pulling your hair tightly and pushing himself deeper down your throat.

You felt like you were going to gag, but as his thrusts started to increase in speed you found yourself enjoying the sensation. His hands left your hair as he grabbed onto your shoulders holding them tightly while his hips moved faster and faster. Your saliva coats his cock as you swirl your tongue around it, teasing and pushing him closer to his orgasm. Your moans mixed with his groans of pleasure fill the room.

Suddenly, he tenses up and your throat is filled with his hot release. “Sallow” he demanded as you forcefully thrust your head forward., you swallow quickly, savoring the taste of his juices as they slide down your throat. He stops and tenderly strokes your hair, caressing your sweaty cheeks. “lo hiciste gran princesa” he murmured, while still stroking your cheeks

He makes you lay down on the bed with your leg wide and fully exposed; you were quivering with anticipation. He reaches to open a drawer, to open up another condom and start rolling it down his hard dick. He moves himself in between your legs, teasing you with the tip of his manhood and keeps rubbing it against your clitoris, making you wetter and moan out in intense pleasure. “Please— just put it in already” you pleaded as he kept rubbing it more intensely; basically making your more overstimulated “Not yet..” he responded and kept rubbing it against your clitoris more.

“Miguel Hnngh— please just…do it” you panted while gripping the bed sheet; “wait…this might hurt a bit” he slowly tried to push it you flinched as it was already filling u up you grabbed unto the bedsheet tightly, panting hard you had never felt something that big inside of you. “Keep going…” you begged, as he slid inch by inch deeper into you...

“Joder— tu coño..me está chupando seco”, he groaned as his entire dick was in you. You could feel it stretching and filling you immensely. He started thrusting slowly at first but as your breathing quickened. “oh fuck— Miguel,” you moaned as he picked up the pace. He continued thrusting, faster and harder, as your moans got louder and louder. You dug your nails into his back as he thrust harder, going deeper with each stroke. You kept scratching his back while gripping him tightly with your legs around his waist .

Miguel's breathing was growing deeper and heavier as he continued thrusting into you, his moans getting louder in your ear. You felt him tense up and start twitching uncontrollably as he gasped deeply. “god— you feel too good—” he panted “joder... no puedo aguantarlo más” he thrusts even harder until he came inside the condom , letting out a deep groan as he finally released himself.

You both collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty, trying to regain your breath. You laid there for a few moments in silence; he rolls out the used condom and throw away in a basket; he panted hard as he laid against the bed headboard. You how he was clearly out of breath; You wanted to tease him, so you playfully crawled onto his lap and began seductively rubbing yourself against his semi-erect member. He moaned in pleasure as your movements aroused him further.

As you tried to insert the member slowly inside of you , he grasped your hips and moved quicker pushing deep inside as you feel the pleasure that was making you moan louder than before.

He started to thrust harder getting a better grip on your hips as he went deeper while gripping his hands around your hips, his face buried under your breast as you kept on moving back and forth faster and faster.

His thrusts were making you moan more and more as his member pushed deeper inside of you. You could feel the waves of pleasure coursing through your body, each wave bigger than the previous one.

He kept on thrusting harder and harder letting out a deep groan each time he pushed deep inside of you. His body moved against yours as he kept on thrusting faster until finally, he reached his peak and with one last push, He came inside of you, his warmth spilling from within. You laid back against the bed, watching as his cum slowly trickled down your thighs. As you got up, you felt a sense of relief combined with exhaustion wash over you.

You slowly stood up from your spot and began to make your way towards the bathroom. Just before entering, you turned back towards him with a smirk and asked, "You coming or what?". He couldn't help but chuckle at your playful tone before quickly following you into the bathroom.

✮ — authors note: you would not believe the amount of porn I had to watch just to make this fic bruh and also this is the second longest fic I made in a long time 😭😭

[luza-wayne]

twins even when it comes to love.

miya atsumu x reader x miya osamu

1.8k words

i swear there's nothing weird here, but fluffy stuff! BELEIVE ME

running as fast as you can, you narrowly missed everyone you passed by. huffing heavily, you turned to a corner and saw the door you were desperately trying to reach.

you hold it and slide it open. you stepped in smiling widely.

“safe!” you expressed wiping your face from the sweat.

“you really should try waking up earlier.” suna shouted from his seat.

“yeah, yeah. you should wake up earlier.” osamu added.

you narrowed your eyes and looked at his way. you walked to your chair, which is right in front of him.

“look at sir miya osamu, getting ahead of himself just because he got here earlier than usual. you're always just a little earlier than me, sir.” you scoffed as you placed your things to the side but he just grinned and took a bite on the onigiri he's eating, this early in the morning.

“are you on class duty today?” you asked him and he shook his head sideways. “then why are you early today?”

“i'm readying myself.” he answered briefly.

“for what?” you inquired, looking at him intently.

“later, i'll tell you.” he brushed off and ate the whole thing in his hand.

time passed by fastly and it's already time to return home. you fixed your things so that you can go home already.

while checking your notebook for the last time, you saw a different paper than yours, slipping out of it. you picked it up and read it.

‘go to the rooftop. i'll be waiting there.’

“are you really sure you're going to do this, bro?” suna asked his friend again.

“for the fourth time, yes, i am.” osamu answered laughing, but his hands were shaking inside the pocket of his jacket.

“yeah, i know you answered my same question four times already, but we're still here in the bathroom and you won't even step out of the door and go to the rooftop already.” suna pointed that made osamu's knees almost collapse, but he managed to stay standing by holding on to the concrete sink.

“i feel like i want to throw up all the onigiri i've eaten in my whole life, because of my nervousness.” osamu expressed, but suna just formed a straight line along his lips.

he reached for his phone when he felt it vibrate, while osamu talked to himself. atsumu messaged the middle blocker about the whereabouts of his other twin since he wasn't answering his phone. well, osamu turned it off the whole day, thinking it might break his concentration.

suna thought that maybe atsumu could help bring the courage out of osamu and he texted him what osamu was about to do.

suna wondered as to why atsumu only read his message and didn't reply. maybe he doesn't want to help. he thought and just sighed.

“okay. i'll really do this now.” osamu muttered looking at himself from the mirror. suna's head immediately returned to him, smiling. finally, after hours of talking to himself and getting ready. 

he bravely opened the door and started to walk in the roof's direction and suna behind him, for support.

while walking, suna remembered what he did just earlier.

“ah, i forgot to mention, i told atsumu that you are going to confess to her at the rooftop, but he didn't answer back. guess he doesn't want to h—” he stopped talking when osamu suddenly turned around looking at him with a surprised face.

“what—” he didn't even finish talking when osamu started sprinting to the rooftop. he didn't know what was happening, so he just followed osamu.

“hey! why are you running?!” he asked him as they got closer to the location.

“that pissed-hair rat…” osamu started. they finally arrived at the door to the rooftop. he opened it and saw the scene.

“i like you. would you be my girlfriend?” 

“...likes her too.” he finished. suna widened his eyes, even though it's not evident.

atsumu was standing in front of you, both his hands in his pockets, while you looked at him, puzzled.

you just went here on the rooftop to know why that person wanted you here, but you didn't expect to get confessed to.

not only by some random schoolboy, but it's a guy from the famous volleyball team.

‘is this real?’

‘earlier he almost broke the door when he opened it. he was breathing heavily, looking around and was relieved when he saw i'm the only person here.’

‘but, he suddenly turned confident and confessed when the door opened.’

‘who came in anyways?’ you looked at the door and saw almost the same thing as earlier.

a person who had the same face as the one in front of you, breathing hard. the only different thing is that there's someone with him.

“osamu, rintarou…” you called their names.

atsumu took a step closer to you. you lightly flinched and turned your head to him. 

“forget about him, focus on me.” atsumu was about to take another step, but you felt someone pulling you lightly behind them.

you looked up and were able to get the hint of the smell of osamu's perfume.

“what makes you think you can confess to her?” osamu asks his twin.

“what? isn't that what you're going to do also? trying to get ahead, too bad suna told me about your plan.” atsumu smirks.

“what?” you thought out loud. you looked at suna with confused eyes, he just nodded depleted.

he asked you to come close to him with his hands. you sneakily walked to his side, while the twins fought in their own world.

“you were asking why osamu is early today, even though he's not on duty today, right?” he said and you nodded. 

“well, it took him weeks to have the courage to tell you his feelings for you and decided to do it today, but he's so nervous that he wasn't able to sleep, so he just went to school early.” he said, shaking his head, recalling the moments.

“then, just now i messaged atsumu about what osamu was about to do, but i didn't know   atsumu also shared the same feelings for you. they might be twins, but falling for the same person is—”

“wait, wait, wait.” you halted him from talking and thought for a while, before laughing. “information that's coming in is too much for my brain capacity, i'm not even sure if i heard everything right?” you said laughing to yourself.

“you said they both like me?” you repeated, looking at the two.

“yeah, that's right.” suna answered and it made you chortled again. “what? you don't like them?” 

you stopped your laughter and looked at him. 

“it's not like i don't like them, but i'm not interested in anyone as of the moment.” you confessed.

“then why not one of them?” he joked, pointing to the two.

“eh? the two?” you said and looked at them, still bickering.

“i'm the better twin, you piss-hair.” osamu mocked.

“huh?! i'm clearly the better one! everyone can tell!” atsumu fought back.

“just shut up and go to practice. go play volleyball.” osamu lightly pushed atsumu back to the door.

“yeah, and i can make her happy when i become a pro one day, move!” he flicked osamu's arm off of him.

“huh?! like you playing volleyball can make her full?! i can make her onigiri and feed her!” osamu said, pinching the other one's cheeks.

“of course, i can! by that time, i'm already a pro, which means i'll get paid for every game i play!” atsumu shouted back and pulled osamu's hair.

suna looked at your worried face while you watched their petty fight. “ah, you see they also had an argument the other day because osamu decided not to continue playing volleyball after high school.”

‘i can't believe these two. they're really doing this in front of the person they like.’ suna thought and facepalmed.

“i can do that too! i'll put up a business for our future and if you want, i'll invite you to our wedding.” osamu smirked at his brother.

“huh?! you're the one getting invited to our wedding, but you don't really have to attend.” atsumu replied, grinning wider.

you sighed and continued to stare at them. 

“i'm pleased to know that they don't just want a temporary relationship and they're actually thinking about their future with me, but... they're thinking too far ahead!” you shouted, but the two weren't even listening.

“you turd! i can give her 20 babies!” atsumu added.

“shut up! i can give her as many as she wants!” osamu said, still not backing down.

you raised your brows and tilted your head sideways. 

“hey! how did the topic turn into that?” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

“they didn't even ask if you wanted children.” suna commented.

“in the first place, why are they fighting like they're sure i'll choose one of them? what if i reject both of them? haha.” you joked at suna, but that statement was enough to halt the twins and looked at you.

“ah, they stopped.” suna denoted that made you fixed your eyes to the two, who now have a petrified look on their face.

they let go of each other and walked to you.

“eh?” you muttered as they got closer to you. you took a step back.

“do you like someone else?” osamu asked worriedly.

“no. i don't— i mean as i said earlier, right now, i don't.” you cleared.

“then do you like one of us?” atsumu leaned down to you. you shoved him away lightly by his chest. 

he decided to hold your hand that's still on his chest, wanting you to feel his heartbeat. you immediately looked up at him. 

feeling like you need to do something too, to get your attention. osamu chose to romantically hold your hand and kissed the back of it. after giving it some smooches, he placed it on his cheeks. you felt his soft and clear skin that you always note whenever you stare at his face when you talk to him.

you are unable to know what you should do or say, so you end up gazing back and forth at their dark blue and hazel eyes.

“ehem. what the fuck am i witnessing?” suna cleared his throat enough for all of you to remember that you have another person here on the rooftop.

you all looked at the rare disgusted face of suna and broke off from all the touching.

“uh... uhm... i need some time to think.” you asked them, but you were surprised when they both bowed down. 

“w-what?”

“you don't have to rush. we'll patiently wait for you.” osamu said, straightening his upper body and giving you a smile.

“we can be a jerk sometimes, but what i'm feeling is true and i just know samu's too. that's why you can take your time.” atsumu added and smiled with closed eyes.

you don't know why, but their statement made your heart flutter, it weirdly made you chuckle.

“thank you, you two.” 

then, the bell rang and the four of you returned to your rooms. 

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[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 27

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 6k

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Thursday, December 24th; 4:30 PM - Home.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, and on this festive day, we decided to help Sam out in the kitchen. Joan came up with the idea, and Mapi and I agreed. It seemed like the best way for us to keep busy and distract ourselves. Sam was skeptical at first, but he couldn't refuse our help considering the mountain of work awaiting him. Surprisingly, we're not doing too badly for people who never cook. The only thing I can claim to make successfully is pasta, and even then, it's debatable. I've always had professionals like Sam to cook for me since I was old enough to be in the kitchen. As for my childhood, my mother wasn't particularly present to bake with me. She was the type to prioritize her job. Today, though, I'm actually enjoying cooking. Sam took charge to make things easier for us. He put Mapi and me in charge of the appetizers and took my little brother under his wing for the dessert. For the appetizers, he planned to make small finger foods and toasts. We started with the finger foods so they could bake in the oven while we prepared the toasts.

"You're seriously stingy! Look at how little cheese you put!"  

"And you look at the mountain of it you've used!" I retorted.  

"Better too much than not enough!"  

"You should check what we still have left to do. Look, it won't be enough!"  

Cooking will always be difficult, especially if I have to team up with Mapi. We can never find a middle ground.  

"Hey girls, that's enough," Sam teases.  

Mapi sticks her tongue out at me. I giggle and shake my head. It's amazing that Sam hasn't gone crazy yet. We've been like this since we started. He must have realized we're just bickering for fun. At least we're no longer playing with the food. I thought he was going to strangle us when he caught us having a mini food fight while prepping the little puff pastries.

"Do you think we could put poison in some of these?" I whispered to Mapi.  

"I heard that, Ona, and it's out of the question!" Sam reprimands me.  

"Is that why you wanted to cook?" she laughs. "I'm sure your uncle Cage would be thrilled."  

"He's not my uncle," I replied curtly.  

"He will be by marriage if your mom ever marries Marcus."  

I pull a face, which doesn't go unnoticed by Mapi, who bursts out laughing. She gives me a sympathetic nudge. I'm glad my mom allowed Mapi to stay with us for the holidays. At least I'll have company among this bunch of idiots. I don't like my "new" family, and I'm not one to be two-faced. At least my mom was kind enough to invite my grandfather from Portugal by getting him a plane ticket. I wouldn't have liked the idea of him being alone for Christmas. He should be arriving soon. Hector left to pick him up at the airport a little while ago.

"Are you almost done?" Sam asks us.  

"Almost," I replied.  

"You're so slow! We're already done!"  

I look at my brother, outraged, as he grins from ear to ear. I get up to catch him before he can escape and torture him with tickles. He laughs and wriggles around, trying to get free. I stop only when I think it's enough. Finally, I pick him up and place him on my lap when I sit back down. He helps us finish the last of the toasts. Sam pitches in as well to wrap things up faster.

"Who would've thought I'd see this one day... My granddaughter cooking."

"Grandpa!"  

"Hey, Grandpa Batlle," Mapi greets him.

I put Joan on my chair and go give him a hug. He gladly accepts my embrace, holding me tightly. I see him so rarely during the year that I cherish every moment with him. Especially since he's not getting any younger. He'll be turning eighty-six this year.

"How are you, my little one?"  

"I'm not that little anymore," I chuckled. "How are you?"  

"I'm always good when I see you," he replies, widening my smile.  

"Come on, I'll show you your room! If Sam allows me, that is..."  

"Go on, get out of here," he laughs.

I thank him profusely. Mapi helps me carry my grandfather's things to the guest room closest to mine. We make sure he's settled in before heading out when we realize the time. It was time to get ready. Mapi is the first to take a shower. I use the time to text Lucy and respond to Alexia. I had texted my roommate this morning but never had the chance to continue the conversation. I found out that she hates family gatherings as much as I do. Since what happened with their mother, her grandparents have been the only ones there for them. The rest of her family barely keeps in touch. I suppose that incident broke something in their family. Since then, she barely sees them. They all live in England, where her grandparents live too. I thought they lived near Manchester, as she had never mentioned it. At least I won't be the only one needing to find a place to stay after New Year's. When I told her about it, she said there would likely be no problem staying with the Leah and Alessia. I'll just need to let them know. She was also thrilled to hear that we'll be celebrating with them in Manchester. She also learned that her girlfriend is spending the evening with friends not far from us. She's already plotting a scheme to include Mapi and me to go join her. According to her: "We just need to make sure Alba doesn't notice we're gone...". Needless to say, it sounds like a mission impossible. Despite my warnings since this morning, she insists on seeing her. On the one hand, I understand. Their chances to see each other are very limited. The wait between each reunion must feel long every time, but this would really cause us trouble. Mapi comes out of the bathroom before I get any replies. I take my shower quickly, given the time. I decided to curl my hair tonight. It was Mapi's idea, and I agreed. I finish curling my hair and exit. Rolling my eyes, I see a dress waiting for me on the bed.

"Are you kidding me? You really want me to wear a dress for this bunch of yokels?"  

"Don't be so rude about your family."  

"First, they're not my family, and second, you know I hate wearing dresses... Making me wear one for them is the last straw."  

"Oh, please," she rolls her eyes. "Make an effort. For me," she argues. "I love seeing you in dresses. They suit you so well."  

"You owe me for this!"  

I grumble as I grab the dress off the bed without much care. I head to the closet to find some underwear. I'm grateful she didn't go through that drawer, even though she's probably the person who knows my underwear collection best. She would have been capable of pulling out the only sexy set I foolishly bought at her urging back in the day. If she's making me wear that now, I dread to think what she might have in mind for New Year's. Whatever I say, she always gets the final word on my outfits, somehow. I come out dressed, making her smile when she sees me.

"Perfect! Now come here so I can do your makeup."

I sit on the bed without complaining, letting her pamper me. It's been our tradition for a long time, and we've never lost it. We finish before our planned time. I sigh as we head downstairs. I feel like I'm waddling like a duck in the heels Mapi forced on me. I much prefer flat shoes, though I admit heels do slim down and highlight my legs. We take advantage of our extra time to help Sam set our appetizers on the coffee table in the living room. I start to get anxious thinking about the people who will soon fill my living room.

My mother, Marcus, and my grandfather join us. Things are still tense between my mother and me. My brother, who is sitting on my lap, livens things up by playing with Mapi next to me. It's only ten minutes later that the living room begins to fill with my grandmother and Marcus's family. Since my parents were both only children, I never had a large family. What I can't stand is that the room is fuller with a family that's not mine. It's as if I don't belong in my own home.

Unlike my parents, Marcus has a sister. She comes to the house regularly for events with their mother, her husband, and their little boy who is Joan's age. I don't have any particular issue with her or their mother. They've always been very kind to me. The person I can't stand is her husband. I find him very arrogant, and we can't tolerate each other. I learned this morning that his father will be joining us. My parents invited him because he just lost his wife and would have spent the evening alone. I hope his son doesn't take after him; otherwise, I won't be able to stand him.

Finally, all the guests are gathered for Christmas Eve. The evening starts calmly for now. Almost everyone has a glass of champagne in hand - myself included - and they're chatting away. As for me, I'm mostly talking with my grandparents and Mapi. My brother abandoned us for little Colton as soon as he arrived. I'm downing glass after glass of champagne while listening to my grandfather's old jokes. When I go to pour myself a fourth glass, Mapi stops me, reminding me that I should stay sober for the upcoming dinner. I reluctantly agree with her and switch to water.

It's finally time to sit down for dinner.

 I sit between my little brother and my grandfather, who are the youngest and oldest at the table, respectively. Across from me is Mapi, who is seated between Colton and my maternal grandmother. Fortunately, my best friend has already attended one of my family gatherings. She knows everyone and how to interact with them. The rest of the table includes Marcus's mother, my mother, and Marcus himself on my side. Across from them are Marc and Cage , along with Marcus's sister. I would've preferred they sat on the other side, sparing me from having to endure their faces for the rest of the evening.

Luckily, I'm distracted by my best friend, but also by Alexia, who continues to text me. I've also received a reply from Lucy, whom I wished happy holidays with her loved ones. She simply replied the same and told me to enjoy myself.

"Ona, Ona!" my little brother calls out, shaking my leg to pull me away from my phone.  

"Hmm? What's up?"  

"Can you draw me a butterfly?" he asks, holding out a piece of paper. "Colton keeps making fun of me," he whines.

I glance over at the little boy, who indeed is laughing at him. I see why when I look at what should be a butterfly on his paper. It's really not very good. I clear my plate and utensils to make space.

"Alright, come here."

He smiles and eagerly climbs onto my lap. As if he knew what I wanted to do, he raises his hand, holding a pencil between his fingers. I smile back, placing my hand over his. He's always loved drawing together like this. He used to tell me that it's the only way he'll ever be able to replicate my drawings. He lets me guide him hand in smooth strokes across the back of his paper, where I take up all the space to draw his butterfly. There's nothing like the radiant smile of my brother when he sees the final result.

"Can I go get some colored pencils?" he asks me excitedly.

"Of course," I say with a smile.

"You have a real talent for art, Ona," comments Marc as she leaves.

I lift my head in his direction, surprised. I didn't expect a comment from this new stranger.

"It's just a butterfly," I reply nonchalantly.

"Sure, but you have a good hand. A portrait by you must be impressive to see."

"I don't draw portraits. I prefer landscapes or whatever comes to mind."

"Ona is modest," Mapi interjects. "You should see her sketchbooks and paintings. They're beautiful!"

I glare at Mapi and kick her under the table. Hasn't she realized I don't want to discuss this here?

"Do you plan to work in this field?" he asks me.

My jaw tightens. Oh no. This is definitely not the topic to talk about here, Marc... Before I can even respond, my mother steps in.

"I steered Ona toward medicine," she says. "I discovered her passion for art very late. Salvador wanted to guide her in that direction, but I found medicine to be more practical for her, not knowing how far this passion would take her."

How dare she bring up my father at a time like this? I didn't even know they had discussed my future together.

"That's a real shame," Marc replies. "Your daughter has a real gift, especially if she's never had formal lessons."

"It was a very tense discussion at the time, but I decided it was better to guide her toward something secure," she continues. "It's hard to break into that field these days."

"You'd be surprised. With a little talent, motivation, and support, she could have every chance of succeeding. It all depends on what she wants."

I listen to this discussion about me without saying a word. Marc glances at me out of the corner of his eye. I'm seething in my chair, having not had a single opportunity to speak. As usual, my mother speaks for me. Marc, however, gives me a chance to express myself by asking a direct question.

"You also need to know people in the field if you want a little extra help. Do you happen to know anyone?" he asks me.

"No, but I could have found some if I had been given the freedom to choose my own future."

"Ona..." my mother tries.

"No, Mom. Stop thinking you know what's best for me!" I finally snap. "If I went into medicine, it was only because Dad convinced me to at the time. If I had known he wanted to encourage me to follow my dreams, I would have started studying in that field a long time ago!"

A hint of surprise crosses my mother's face. She seems to know where I'm heading, given the look on her face.

"What do you mean, you would have studied in that field a long time ago?"

"Oh, don't give me that look," I mock her cruelly. "I've never liked science, and you know it. It's your thing, and you're dead wrong if you think I'm going to follow in your footsteps. I'm old enough now that you can't decide for me anymore. Dad may not be here, but that doesn't stop me from finding support that encourages me just as much as he did to pursue my dreams! These are people who believe in me, unlike you!"

"Ona..."

I could have kept going, pouring out all my thoughts to my mother, but the arrival of my brother at the doorway with a terrified expression stops me. I realize, thanks to him, that I stood up in anger. I close my eyes, cursing myself for breaking my promise to him once again. I couldn't stop myself from shouting at my mother. Mapi immediately pulls me into the kitchen. The room is empty since my mother allowed Sam to go home and enjoy the holidays with his family after preparing everything. I growl as I pour myself another glass of champagne without hesitation. Mapi doesn't stop me from downing it in one gulp.

"I can't believe this... Talking about this at Christmas! How could she even dare mention my father!" I roar furiously.

"Calm down."

"How can I calm down?" I snap. "Why does she always feel the need to control and ruin my life? Doesn't she understand that I'm much better off without her?!"

"She only wants what's best for you..." she tries to soften the situation.

"It's not by forcing me to do something I don't like that she's going to make my life better!"

"Alright, that's enough now!"

The words I was about to say in response get stuck in my throat, unable to come out. It's the first time Mapi has raised her voice against me. I look at her for a moment before averting my eyes and sulking in my corner, pouring more champagne into my glass.

"Call Bronze."

"What?" I frown.

"That's what you do when you're upset, right? So call her!"

I open my mouth but close it again, still frowning.

"No. Absolutely not," I shake my head. "I'm not going to call her on Christmas Eve. Even less to talk about my problems."

"Then you'd better calm down right now! Sure, this conversation shouldn't have happened, but that's no reason to ruin the evening for everyone."

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. How did I end up here on Christmas Eve? Everything had started off so well. Even Cage hadn't annoyed me with one of his inappropriate remarks that I hate so much.

"I need to be alone..." I whisper.

"Ona—"

"I won't do anything, I just need to calm down alone... Please."

Seeing that I wouldn't change my mind, she nods briefly. She still comes closer to kiss my cheek before leaving. I take a deep breath, leaning against the counter. I look at my glass, which I didn't have time to fill, and the bottle. I grab it, ready to drink straight from it, but I put it down abruptly, not without groaning in frustration. Alcohol isn't a solution. There's only a little left, but the advice from my supervisor ringing in my head keeps me from finishing it. I hear the door open and close behind me. I was about to scold Mapi, thinking it was her returning, but I'm surprised to find Joan when I turn around. He stays at a distance for a moment, as if to see if I'm still angry, before rushing over to me. I sigh, bending down to pick him up and hug him tightly.

"I'm sorry for losing my temper again," I whisper after a while.

"I don't blame you, Oni," he says, hugging me even tighter.

We stay like that for a few minutes before I set him down. He still doesn't let go of me. I ruffle his hair absentmindedly, then freeze as I realize it's Lucy's gesture. A small smile spreads across my face as I better understand this gesture of affection toward me.

"Did Mapi send you?"

"No."

"And tell the truth?"

"Alright... But you won't tell her I told you, right?" he asks, making me chuckle.

"Promise. She won't know."

I kiss him on the forehead before we return to the dining room. The meal has resumed, and no one comments on our return. My mother and Marcus take the opportunity to bring out the starters, which consist of foie gras accompanied by toast and salad in small dishes. My grandfather tries to make me laugh with his new jokes or stories. I appreciate the effort, even though I already know them all by heart. It's the thought that counts, after all. He's adorable. When the starters arrive, I send a photo to my friends on Snapchat. Surprisingly, Lucy replies. It's the first time, even though I've sent her many photos since yesterday. I think I went overboard, but she never complained about my excess.

From Commandante; 8:11 PM - I'm jealous. A starter like that should be shared!

Her message makes me smile, but I don't respond. It's nine o'clock when we start dinner. Mapi and I helped Joan with his butterfly drawing. We also got caught up in a conversation with my remaining two grandparents. I talked about school, mentioning Lucy a lot, like the time she made me clean the showers on all fours. Let's just say they had a good laugh at my expense. I think that was the punishment that left the biggest impression on me, along with scrubbing toilets. It was a good way to break me in during the first few days. I realize how far I've come since then. I'm nothing like the cheeky kid Lucy talked about.

"Where are you in school, Ona?" asks Cage. "I thought you hadn't studied after your diploma."

"Cage... I don't think this is the right time to talk about that," Marcus intervenes.

"I was sent to a military camp in Manchester," I blurt out.

"I thought it was a school?" comments my grandmother, probably glancing at my mother.

"It is. It's a strict school with instructors outside of classes," I reply. "I later found out it's for young people with certain problems."

"Excuse me? I thought there was no question of sending her there!" my grandmother snaps.

I exchange a wide-eyed look with Mapi. She seems just as surprised as I am by this new debate between my grandmother and my mother. As the conversation goes on, I start to understand that my mother promised to send me to a normal school, not this kind. According to my grandmother, I was perfectly fine and didn't need, I quote, "a disciplinary education." No one dares intervene in this new debate. Mapi signals me to step in as the tension escalates. I glance at Marcus, who looks utterly desperate about the turn the dinner has taken. I try to follow the conversation, where my mother is telling her that she has no right to tell her how

 to raise me. At that moment, I decide to intervene by hitting the table, creating silence in the room.

"Stop, we're not going to start debating about me again!" I growl. "Grandma, I should thank you for defending me, but I assure you everything is fine. Even though I was reluctant and angry at Mom for sending me there, this school is the best thing that could have happened to me. I'm far from home, I've made friends, and most importantly, I'm really listened to there."

"Are you sure, dear?" she asks in a much calmer tone.

"Absolutely. I'm even thinking about staying in Manchester after my year ends. Now that everything's clear, can we finish and enjoy this evening normally?!"

No one dares respond. I take the initiative to pick up my utensils.

"Alright, let's eat now."

Silence is followed by the sound of utensils on plates. I've had my share of family dinners, but this one is the worst I've ever experienced. I eat without paying attention to anyone, even though the conversations gradually resume.

"When were you going to tell me about this idea?"

I look up at Mapi, trying to figure out what she means. I part my lips as I realize and sigh. I haven't talked about my desire to leave with Mapi yet. I've been thinking about it for a while, but Lucy rekindled the idea by suggesting I stay in Manchester. The prospects are much more viable. The weather and temperatures aren't the best, but I'll leave much more behind there than here. Everyone wants to stay in Manchester, including Alexia, who wants to be closer to her girlfriend

- It's nothing very concrete...

- But you're thinking about it.

- I need to leave here, I admitted.

- You could have told me, she grumbled.

- Nothing's certain. I might just stay here until I find other plans. I might end up in Madrid.

- You hate Madrid , she scoffed. You mentioned support... Who are you talking about?

- Bronze, Alexia, Leah, I listed. Pretty much everyone. We all want to stay there, I admitted.

- Doesn't Bronze already live there?

- Probably, I have no idea, I shrugged. She's the one who gave me the idea to stay.

She sighed, making a pouty face. I felt guilty for not telling her sooner. Especially since I hadn't really thought of her when making this decision. She fiddled with her fork, resting her head on her hand. She seemed to be processing the news.

- You're taking me with you then, right? Like, we could be roommates at first, that would be cool, wouldn't it?

I wasn’t expecting that kind of response. I smiled at the thought.

- Of course, if you're ready to leave everything here behind.

She smiled back at me, which eased the tension. When dinner was over, we volunteered to clear the table. We each carried a stack of plates to the kitchen.

- You really need to tell me what makes that city so special that it's made you change so quickly in such a short time. You’ve never cleared a table in your life! Seriously, I’m still upset you didn’t tell me!

- Will you get over it? I teased. For all we know, it might not even happen, so stop being mad at me for it. You know I don't like talking about my plans before they're clear.

- Admit that even if you don’t stay, you'll go back one day.

- Probably, but I really want to go back to Portugal.

- Even worse! she groaned, making me laugh. Well, just know that wherever you go, I’ll follow you. We might not be together anymore, but you're still the most important person to me.

- I’ll try to remember that...

I smiled at her sympathetically. Her words touched me. I knew she wasn’t joking. We put the plates in the dishwasher, then went upstairs. It was almost midnight, the time when we usually opened presents. So, Mapi helped me bring down the ones I had hidden in the closet. We placed them under the tree, where more gifts had already been added. I wasn’t even sure if my mom and Marcus managed to find a Santa Claus, but I hoped they did. After all, there were still two kids who believed in him. When we were done, we were called for dessert. We returned to the table to find a plate filled with little pastries prepared by Samuel. My favorites, no less. There was crème brûlée accompanied by a small chocolate fondant, a fruit salad, a scoop of ice cream, and coffee for those who drank it. Mapi had one, unlike me. She’d managed to acquire a taste for it during her all-nighters studying for important exams. When she told me about it, I had a perfect image of Mapi in front of her books with a huge mug of coffee by her side. Joan kept picking at my plate. He argued that he barely ate his main course. I finally gave him my ice cream because he looked too cute. Midnight arrived faster than I expected. It was a bell that interrupted our meal. Everyone got up, knowing exactly what it meant. I was glad they’d managed to find a Santa. Joan was the first to run to the door with Colton. They were followed by my mom, who went to open it. A stranger with the costume on his shoulders stood at the door. I expected Joan's attitude to be different from previous years, but he got scared when the man asked for a kiss. He ran to me, asking to be held. Mapi teased him, earning a playful slap from me.

- Stop it, Maps.

My smile wasn’t very convincing to her. I then placed my brother on my hip. The poor thing was panicked. He buried his head in my neck to hide. We headed to the living room, where the rest of the family had gathered. I tried to put my sister down once we got there, but it seemed like he had no intention of letting go. So, I kept him with me as I sat on the couch with Mapi. I couldn’t even remember how I reacted at his age, but I found it funny to see him like this when he’d been so excited to meet Santa for days. I managed to convince him to turn around so he could at least see what was happening in the room. The man in costume kept asking him questions. I reassured him and encouraged him to join Colton. He hesitated for a moment until he saw him next to the tree, which was filled with presents. He quickly left my side to join him.

- His fear passed quickly, huh, Mapi whispered with an amused tone.

- It was bound to.

- How about a song before you open the gifts, hmm?

Once again, Mapi tried not to laugh. Against all odds, Joan and Colton started singing after sharing a glance. Apparently, bribery still worked on kids. The festivities began once the singing was over. The stranger—who I discovered was our neighbor—didn’t want to stay very long once the adults started exchanging gifts. He only accepted a glass of champagne that Marcus offered him. I got up to join my brother when I saw that he had spotted my present for him. I just managed to reach him as the first piece of wrapping paper hit the floor. His beaming smile hadn’t left her face since he saw the box. She immediately looked up at me.

- Did you order this for me?

I smiled at his innocence.

- Of course, sweetheart.

He jumped on me, repeatedly thanking me and saying it was the best gift he’d ever received. Thanks to Lucy for him brilliant idea. Without her, I wouldn’t have even noticed it. I sent her a picture as my brother tore off the rest of the wrapping paper. When he finished, he gave me a kiss before rushing to open it. I took advantage of him being occupied to retrieve Mapi's gift from under the tree. I jumped when I turned around and found her already standing in front of me. We both exchanged our gifts.

- Merry Christmas! we said at the same time.

We laughed at our synchronization. Mapi quickly opened her gift, so I did the same. I was surprised to find a jewelry box. Maybe I should have gotten her jewelry after all... I looked at her and was relieved to see that my choice seemed to make her happy. She hugged me before I could even open the box.

- You’re crazy! It’s a new one! I was in the store to smell it. How do you always get it right?

- I didn’t do it on purpose, I chuckled. Bronze helped me choose it.

- What?! You did your Christmas shopping with her? she exclaimed.

- Well, I had to since I was stuck at camp.

- Hmm, she said with a mischievous smile.

- Don’t start, I warned, narrowing my eyes.

- Sorry, I can’t help it, she giggled. Come on, open my gift.

I rolled my eyes before opening the box. I was slightly surprised before laughing. I expected a lot of things, but not this. I slipped my fingers under the necklace to get a better look at it.

- What? Don’t you like it? she asked, sitting beside me.

- We’re twenty, you know?

- So what? she pouted. You’re making lots of friends. At least they’ll know you already have a best friend!

I laughed again, prompting her to playfully hit my arm. I loved the idea, even if I thought it was a bit outdated. I broke the heart-shaped necklace in half, where it was inscribed, and gave her one half after taking it out of the box.

- This is for you, I assume?

- I would hope so! At least when you’re feeling down, you can look at this necklace and think of me. Even though I feel like you don’t need me as much these days.

- Don’t say that. I’ll always need you. Can you put it on me?

Her smile widened when I handed her my necklace. I lifted my hair so she could clasp it. As usual, she took a while because she could never close it. I let my hair down, fixing it, and then grabbed the pendant now hanging around my neck. I smiled when I read "Mapi" followed by a small "BFF" just below. I felt like I was going back many years. The necklace already meant a lot to me because of our friendship. She asked me to fasten hers, which I did gladly. It was the same, with my name on it. We were pulled out of our little bubble by my little brother asking us to play with him. The idea quickly left him mind when Colton showed him his new toys. It was well past midnight, but it was clear that our evening wasn’t going to end anytime soon given how energetic my little Joan was.

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 20: FINAL

So guess what I realized this morning. Today, November 13, 2023 is the one year anniversary of me posting my first DPxDC fic to tumblr. It was the original fill for this very fic. (Which you can find here.)

So I decided I just had to finish this arc and get it posted. This year has been amazing and so much fun. I've become a much better writer and joined a community that has brought me so much joy. I'm glad to be here and I'm glad so many of you like to read what I'm sharing.

I noticed I got a few new readers over the past week or so, so welcome to all of you! Hope you enjoy this early update!

In personal news, my nephew was born and he's adorable and I'll be meeting him tomorrow! (As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm off to make food for his mom.)

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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In the end, it ended up taking several hours for Danny, Sam, and Tucker to escape their families and converge on the park. In that time, Tim had called Bruce to let him know he’d be back in Gotham by tomorrow and finished most of his homework.

While he worked, Wulf and Bart were having an animated conversation in Esperanto.

Tim was pretty sure Wulf would be bringing Bart to the Ghost Zone for a tour sometime and started making plans to learn Esperanto himself and bribe Bart to get in on them.

Cassie was helping Conner sort through some of the music Sam had given him. Tim was jealous as he solved more banal trig questions. Why did school have to be so boring? He tapped his pencil on the paper in time to the beat of whatever music Conner had playing.

Tucker was the first to arrive. “Danny and Sam not here yet?” he asked as he plopped down next to Bart and Wulf.

“Nope. Haven’t heard from them, either,” said Tim. He opened his phone notifications again just to be sure, but there was nothing new.

Tucker shrugged and pulled out a stick of jerkey to munch on. “Not surprising. The Fentons will be all overprotective after the mayor was kidnapped by a ghost on live TV. And Sam’s parents are just as bad. Only they smother rather than check the weaponry.” He turned to greet Wulf in Esperanto.

An email came through on Tim’s phone and he groaned. “Our evening interview was canceled. No one wants to hear us try to defend Phantom anymore.”

Cassie cursed. “Course not. Bet the paper won’t publish our editorials either.”

Conner looked over, confused. “Won’t they? Clark works for the Daily Planet. They publish stuff like that all the time.”

Tim didn’t look up from his math as he answered, “That’s the difference between a big, Pulitzer winning publication and a small-town op-ed.”

Tucker sighed. “Well maybe someone will remember your interviews from this morning in a positive light.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Come on, we can’t change it. So let’s move forward. Next step, make friends with more ghosts! Wulf says there’s a bunch of cool people in the Realms.”

“Realms?” asked Tim.

“It’s what he says the Ghost Zone is actually called. The Infinite Realms.”

“Huh. I’ll have to check JL databases, see if they have any information on them.”

Tucker asked something in Esperanto and Bart burst out laughing as Wulf looked on in confusion.

With Bart’s help, though, he rephrased until Wulf was able to reply. And then the three kept to Esperanto. Tim really had to find time to learn it.

Sam was the next to arrive. She grinned and sat down next to Conner. “How you liking the music?”

Conner grinned and showed her the sheets where he ranked the bands so far based on which songs he’d listened to. She then took over the speakers and searched for specific tracks to try and change his mind about some of the bands he liked the least.

Tim let his eyes close as his friends’ voices washed over him.

After some indeterminate time where he dozed between sleeping and awareness, a foot nudged his hip. Tim grumbled out what was supposed to be a, “What?” but was too mumbled to really be understood.

“Come on, Secrets. You can do better than that.”

Tim cracked an eye open to see Danny grinning down at him. He pushed himself up slightly and blinked heavily in the sunlight.

“Finally got away from your parents?” asked Tim.

Danny collapsed on the ground next to him. “Ugh, don’t remind me. They’re freaking out over everything that’s happened the last few days. Jazz and I are basically going to be on lock down until they feel confident the ghosts are gone.”

“Did you have to sneak out to get here?” asked Cassie.

Danny shook his head. “No, I told them I was going to find you guys to make sure you were all safe. You’re welcome to come back to ours tonight, by the way. Mom and Dad basically insisted on it.”

“What do you guys think?” asked Tim. “Spend one more night here at Danny’s and head out in the morning?”

Cassie sighed. “My mom’s already freaking out that I’ve been gone longer than planned. I should get back tonight.”

“I’ll stay,” offered Conner. “I’m your ride home, anyway.”

“Why don’t you come to my place, Conner,” offered Sam. “Your nails need a fresh coat after fighting today. And I need teach you about the different brands of makeup and what to look for in terms of cost, quality, and ethicality. Plus I can get you more music.”

Tim laughed when Conner looked to him. “Go for it. Have fun.”

Conner grinned. “Then yeah, let’s do it!”

Bart shrugged. “Wulf is going to go back to the Realms soon. I’ll head out after. Wally and Linda want me over for a family dinner tonight.”

“Well, looks like that’s it, then,” sighed Danny. “Been fun having other heroes around.”

Tim nudged his shoulder. “Join the Young Justice. You could join us and we'd help out whenever you wanted. Get you around people who actually appreciate what you do for them.”

But Danny was already shaking his head. “I have to stay here. And now Amity trusts heroes even less. I want to improve that, not make it worse.”

“Even if you don’t join,” declared Conner. “You’re not getting rid of us now.”

Bart nodded his agreement. “Yep. We’re gonna be stopping by all the time. You’re in the group chat.”

“Exactly,” agreed Tim. “And we’ll figure out ways to help you. Starting with how to minimize property damage. That seems to be the big thing people focus on. You can make shields, right? How big can you make them and how much power do they take?”

Danny smiled wryly. “Can’t say I’ve really tested it.”

Tim laughed. “Well, I know one thing we’re doing tonight. We’re going to go back to Nasty Burger—” Tim looked around at the whole group “—all of us. Then Cassie and Bart are going to go home. Danny and I, at least, are going to take a nap. Then we’re gonna test the current limits to Danny’s powers.”

Danny bumped their shoulders together. “You know, this is just like gaming with you all those years.”

“Yeah, well, it’s best to be thorough.”

“We’ve measured, like, his top speed and stuff,” said Tucker, pulling out a PDA. “Want to see what we’ve got so far?”

“Absolutely.” Tim took the device and looked through it. “You’ve a decent amount of information here. Maybe instead of taking a nap, I’ll help you organize it and come up with a testing plan.”

Conner flew over to him and pulled the PDA out of his hand. “Not after pulling an all-nighter you won’t. We’re going to get some food, then the two of you are going to sleep for at least four hours.”

“I’ll set Jazz on you, too,” threatened Sam. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tim pouted as the device was given back to Tucker. And grumbled more when Conner picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Come on, food time.”

“I am going to put kryptonite in your phone,” threatened Tim.

“Bingo!” shouted Cassie.

Danny laughed as he stood. “Does this mean I can join the next round?”

Tim scowled. “Traitors, all of you.”

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And that's the end of this Arc! Arc 3 will pick up where the original fill did. (Only this time, Tim won't be the only DC character there to help Danny.)

I'd say something like I can't believe it's only been a year, but so much has happened to me in the last twelve months that it feels like a lifetime ago, to be honest. But it's been a good year and I'm glad this community has been part of it.

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