#I DONT HAVE/REMEMBER THE BRUSH I USED FOR THIS?? AND IT MAKES ME SOOO MAD

[skwitty]

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[arthurflecksgirl]

Hey lovely, I'm in a ridiculously cheesy romantic mood tonight ^--^ could we get a drabble about Arthur and his new bride coming home on their wedding night? I just want copious amounts of fluff (does not have to include nsfw but like,, go off if you want). In my head I'm imagining Arthur and his beautiful new wifey slow dancing to Bing Crosby in the living room still in their wedding tux and dress and he's mouthing sappy lyrics and it's got me cryin 😭😭 but do what you want with this ask 💓💓

Hey sweets! Thank you sooo much for your wonderful request. I`m a sucker for romantic Artie :) <3 I really really hope you like the result.

Arthur on his wedding day

Your eyes focused the beautiful wrinkles beneath Arthurs eyes as he carried you across the threshold. It was like the whole world dissappeared for a moment and all that was left ,was that significant space between these fine lines. You always thought of his laugh wrinkles as a poem  written with invisible ink so everytime he smiled at you, the poem appeared clear before your eyes and you experienced it with all its subtile beauty. With all the tenderness his face was holding. Reading between the lines until the poem that he was started to unfold right in front of you. Showing off the vulnerability of his being.

You loved him. You just loved him so much it hurt. It hurt in the best way possible, like reading prose. Raw and honest. Overwhelmingly  beautiful and wild but gentle to the core. He was all of this. And you wanted it all. Forever and a day.

His body looked fragile, even underneath his black suit you could tell how slender he was. But he lifted you up like you were an butterfly, carrying you all the way into the living room. His green eyes glanced at you with an intensivity only his eyes could hold. He looked so beautiful tonight. He always did. But today was your wedding night and there was this certain kind of magic  seeing him in this black suit and his dark red tie. Arthurs curly hair was tied together in a man bun, which made his eyes and face structure seem even more intense.

He slowly let you down on the ground. Carefully to make sure it was comfortable for you. Arthur took a step back to admire his bride, letting his eyes wander up and down on you. He shook his head, chuckeling. Still not fully able to understand that he just married someone who truly loves him. You. The woman of his dreams. His light that was shining through his darkest hours. The woman who saw him, truly saw his heart when no one else did. You, who had helped him during his worst days, holding his hand until the storms had past. He knew he could trust you with anything. There was nothing that must be hidden from you. Not even his most frightening thoughts. And now that he knew, those kinda throughts seemed to lose their power over him. The connection between your heart and his became so demanding that every nightmare or memory of another life became irrelevant compared to what you felt for each other.

There was a whole future in front of you and it had already started. It started the first time you ever saw him. Every day, dark or light, bad or good lead you up to this beautiful moment of Arthur and you just looking at each other with so much love and admiration. He came closer, softly brushing your cheek with his thumb, letting it travel down your chin, before he took your face between his hands. Oh, his hands. How much you crave them everytime they`re not touching you. How right it feels to let them hold your face. As if he was holding his whole universe between the gentleness of his slender fingers.

Arthur put his mouth on yours as you felt his warm tongue parting your lips. Your face still between his hands, as if he wanted to make sure that this kiss must have been held between his fingertips. Because it was fragile and thin. It needed protection from the outside world. Arthur never kissed you with his lips only. It was his whole body kissing you. His body was nuzzling closer against your chest.His legs trembling to come closer.

Through the kiss you felt him being nervous. The deep ,arousing dance of his tongue tasted of difidence. Arhur wanted to be perfect for you. Every day and especially  tonight. He wanted you to be the happiest new bride imaginable.

Your lips parted as he softly pressed his forehead against yours "Umm.... " he breathed blissfully "I still can`t belive we did this. You did this. Marrying me!"

You smiled, touching his soft hair "Who would have thought that I´m going to marry the most gorgeous man in the whole world? "

Arthur smirked. His crooked tooth was showing. Which made you want to kiss him aagain.  "How does it feel to be Mrs Fleck?"

"It feels like I can finally start to live."

Arthur gave you a kiss on the tip of your nose, breathing into your face "I cant belive you choose me..."

"I would have choosen you in any possible multiverse, darling. " you replied as you watched him walking up to the turntable, putting an Bing Crosby record on.

Arhur was a sucker for romance and music, especially for the combination of both. Feeling him taking your hand and moving to the rythm to the song made you think his body movement was the definition of romance. He wasnt just getting in the mood. He  felt it, became it.

"Mayb I ask you for another dance, Mrs. Fleck?" Arthurs voice soft and hot beneath your ear. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other one free to hold your hand.

"I`d love to " you smiled.

"You are so beautiful in your dress, honey" he mumbled into your ear. The palm of his hand traveling up your back, feeling the fabric as if it was your second skin.

You literally felt the music vibrating in his bones. You felt the melodies crawling up his shoulderbone. Sinking deeper inside. Reaching his muscles and flesh. And you wished to be this melody that made his shoulders move the way they did.

The dim lights hanging in the corner of the room made his hair look like a dark golden treasure. Slow dancing with him was the most magical part of the day. Even more magical than the wedding vows. This was a promise. More. This was destiny. Fate in its purest form.

The way your bodys found the perfect rythm, as if there was one mind leading them to find each other. Be one..

"You look so marvelous, Arthur."

Arthur giggled like a little boy. "No. You are the one who is breathtaking and I think everyone will agree with that!"

"Who`s everyone?" you asked.

"Our audience" he replied, pointing at the empty couch.

"Am I right?" he acted as if he was talking to someone, nodding "See? They agreed!"

You smiled. It meant the world to him to make you smile. “Darling, I have to confess something to you...please dont be mad at me!”

“What is it, Artie?”

He took a deep breath, as if it was hard for him to tell you “The ring.....I....stole it for you. I wanted to get you the most beautiful one and I coudlnt afford it and now I feel so bad about it and I`m so scared that you might get mad at me and I know its not the right moment to tell you but I promise I will find a way to give them something back. I just walked into that store and...it came over me....”

“Oh no Arthur! You really did that, huh?”

“Yeah....I`m so sorry! I should have but I wanted to make you happy!”

“i would be just as happy with a one dollar ring from a venting machine, because this is about us. Not a ring or a vow. Just us, Arthur.”

“I know” he whispered “I was stupid”

“No youre not. And I`m not mad.Okay?”

“Okay”

Arthur pulled you closer as the song he was waiting for started to play.

"Do I want to be with you

As the years come and go?

Only forever

If you care to know"

He mouthed the lyrics while his eyes met yours. You took your finger and brushed over his dark eyebrows. Arthurs eyelids fluttered under your touch. As he opened his eyes again he saw it all . What you felt for him and how far you came. He was right here with you and it was real . He was real. You were.

Arthur made you spin around in circles, impressed by how your dress looked doing it and kissed you passionately. This time not as nervous anymore. The music helped him to relax his muscles, to just flow with what was rising inside of him. Your tongues embracing each other like two tiney dancers. Spinning in small circles like you just did.

"I want you, Arthur." you gasped into his mouth "

He nodded with his lips still sticking to yours. His forehead glimmering with sweat as he started to unzip your dress. His fingers struggeling a bit.

"I want you to continue your little dance....but....inside of me. Could you, Arthur? Cold you dance inside of me?"

Arthur managed to expose your shoulders, placing  kisses across your collarbone, eagerly nodding.

"How long would it take me

To be near if you beckoned?

Off hand I would figure

Less than a second"

He sang quietly as you started to button up his black pants. Every piece of clothing that was falling to the ground brought you closer to feel all of him. Mentally and physically.

And as you both fell onto the bed, chuckeling, you told him how unforgettable this night will be .

Arthur gently buried himself inside of you, to dance on your insides like a weightless dream. And as you felt your heart inflaming with love he sang:

"Do you think I'll remember

How you looked when you smile?

Only forever

That's puttin' it mild"

[fullynialls]

Lucky - Lucas Hernandez

Sooo... looks like I’m finally writing other players too. I’m so nervous about this! Do you like it? Is it alright? Im scared haha

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lucky

I’m sitting at home, watching Atletico play their second champions league game. They’re good (of course they are) and the score is 2-0 for them. The Wanda is filled with cheering people, I can hear that through the tv. I’m a little upset I’m not there. But I had a reason not to go. Lucas and I had our very first really serious fight yesterday. At least since the baby was born. 

He was usually supporting me as best as he could. He’d made sure I’d get enough sleep (which was quite impossible with a new born in the room but he tried anyway), whenever we had some rare alone time he’d treat me like a queen and I appreciated everything he did. 

But yesterday he was off. I still dont know what had been bothering him. But he had not listened to me at all all day, I felt like I was invisible. I cant even remember what the fight was really about. I only know that at one point he said something along the lines of „you have no idea what it’s like having to function all the time. I can’t just take a day off and leave my team hanging. Not like you who has no work to do for another year.“ 

I know we had provoked each other and I know he only said that because of the heat of the moment. But I was still mad. I stormed out of the room and locked myself in the babys nursery. I held our tiny daughter in my arms and pressed her closely to my body as soft sobs escaped my throat. 

Thinking about it now I might have overreacted a little. But he had really upset me. He knew I felt bad for not being able to work, he knew I actually missed working. And he said it anyways. 

I listen to Bellas soft snores and gently push some of the few dark strands of hair out of her face. She’s on the couch next to me, sleeping tightly. 

I look up as loud screams of celebration come from the tv. Atelti had won. A small smile makes its way onto my lips. I know this means a lot. Especially because in the league their last few matches hadn’t been the best. It’s important for all of them to finally gain back some confidence because of a victory. 

When Lucas appears on the screen I realize how he’s scanning the stands and I immediately feel bad. I didn’t even tell him I wouldn’t go and watch the match today. 

I quickly turn of the tv and walk over to the kitchen. Before I exit the living room I take a quick look over my shoulder but Bella is still sound asleep on the couch. I grab the baby phone from the shelf and take it with me to the kitchen. 

When I arrive there, I place it on the counter and reach for my book full of recipes. I search for the one of the cookies Lucas loves so much. When I find it I get out all the ingredients I need and start mixing them together for the dough. I place the batter on a tray and place it in the oven. 

Whilst they bake I prepare some rice, chicken breast, peas and all the other good stuff we’d usually have in a paella. I know very well that this dish is also one of Lucas favourites. I feel bad for having overreacted so much but mostly because of the sad and tired face Lucas had pulled on tv when he had realized I wasn’t on my usual seat in the stands. Plus he deserved some treatment after such a great win. 

Whilst the paella is cooking in the pan and the cookies still need some time in the oven I lay the table. I also put two wine glasses out and get a bottle of wine out of the pantry. When everything’s done I take the cookies out of the oven and leave them on the tray to cool off. 

Whilst they do so I prepare myself a cup of tea and sit down in front of the window. I stare outside whilst I drink my cup of tea and wait for Lucas. Its already 9 pm and he should be home any second. 

I know I should have most likely put Bella to bed already but I also know how much Lucas loves to pick her up and walk upstairs with her sleeping figure on his arms to tug her into her little crib. So I figured I’d keep her downstairs with me until he gets home. She’s still asleep as I’ve not heard any sound coming from the baby phone. That’s until now. It’s Lucas voice coming from the small gadget. 

“Hey baby girl” I hear his low voice and I can picture him picking her up carefully not to wake her up and brushing his nose past hers. I get up from my seat and walk over to the living room. 

There he’s standing, Bella on his arms as I had anticipated. I lean in the door way and wait for him to notice me. When he does his smile falls and again a feeling of guilt washes over me. 

“Y/n” Lucas whispers. “I’m so sorry for what said yesterday.” He walks closer to me and wants to keep talking but I shush him. 

“Don’t apologize. I totally overreacted.” He wants to continue but I beat him to it. 

“Let’s discuss this after you’ve brought her to bed okay?” I whisper and place my lips on Bellas forehead to say goodnight. 

Lucas takes her upstairs and I head back to the kitchen. I put the cookies in a bowl and place them on the kitchen counter. Then I put the pan with the paella down on the table and fill both our glasses with some red wine. Mine’s only half full cause I’m not really used to alcohol again yet. I hear footsteps coming closer. 

“Do I smell..” Lucas starts before he reaches the kitchen. When he spots the cookies and the paella his eyes light up. He walks over to me but stops a couple feet away from me. My heart aches a little. 

“I don’t deserve this” he says and my eyes widen. 

“What? Why? I mean, I’m the one who overreacted and didn’t show up to your match without even telling you.” He shakes his head, his eyes on the floor. 

“You had every right to act like that. I hurt you with my words. And I’m really sorry about what I said.” He scratches the back of his neck and my heart melts at the sight of him. He looks so fragile right now. Like he’s scared of something. 

“Babe, what’s up?” I ask. He looks up and finally closes the gap between us. 

“Do you forgive me? Because I’ve actually got a really important question to ask you.” His eyes flicker over my face, as if he’s trying to read my mind. I chuckle lightly. 

“Of course I forgive you” I smile. “What do you want to ask me?” He takes a deep breath and takes a step backwards again. I furrow my eyes at him confused as to why he’s acting so weird. 

“Actually” he starts and bites his lip. He’s searching for words. “I was only so mean to you yesterday because there’s something I’ve had on my mind for a while now. And yesterday was the day I wanted to finally get it out but then thinking about it made me so nervous that I completely messed it up.” 

I have no idea what he’s trying to tell me. “What do you mean?” I ask in confusion. He stares at me for a second. Then he reaches into his pocket and with a quick movement he’s down on his knee, holding out his hand with a small black box in it. I gasp. 

“Y/n y/l/n, I love you more than words could ever describe. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” He looks up at me and I immediately break out into tears. 

“Yes, yes I will” I nod and before he can stand up I’m down on my knees too, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. He smiles against my lips and wraps his arms around my back to pull me even closer. When we break the kiss, I realize he’s in tears too. With my thumb I brush away the tears from his cheeks. “I love you too.” 

He reaches for my hand and puts the ring on my finger. I smile down on my hand. 

“It’s beautiful” I aspirate. We get lost in each other’s eyes for a while, not caring about still kneeling on the floor or the paella getting cold. Until we hear screams coming from the baby phone. 

We look at each other and both start laughing before we get up. Lucas takes my hand as we make our way upstairs. He takes Bella from her crib and rocks her gently until she stops crying. 

I walk closer to the two of them and wrap my one arm around Lucas back whilst I gently stroke Bella’s cheek with my other hand. The ring sparkles slightly in the dimmed light of the nursery and I couldn’t be happier.

[h-200-decloth]

This one time i almost got kidnapped. u/ForgottenLiquidSmoke This is long and im sorrybout that. BUT, all of this happened to me and i remember it like vivid as hell. It ends well. And i dont drink in public because of this. Im also not their friend anymore as they judged me, but they are alive to do so and that is good. This happened about 6 or 7 years ago back then I was young, hot and stupid and an un-admitted alchy. But everyone i worked with in travel drank every time they were off work. So i was in california on business and i had gone out with 2 coworkers and we were smashed but coherent enough to check out we left. Though we needed assistance to get a cab. The sushi place ordered us one. Someone tipped them and all three of us sloshed in the taxi. I had drank since was 17 so my tolerance and drunk awareness was honed. My friends nodded off in the taxi. Drunk. Lights out. I was trying to stay awake as the designated directory because this guy “barely knew english” but lil short spoke fluently and gave him address and directions. And said we would tip him well when we got there safe or something like that as she laughed. We were drunk girls staying in le mesa but kinda near tijuana, I guess (important) even though he had gps he was “avoiding” the highway. I also had my gps up, it was a drunk girl safty measure I learned somewhere. I noticed it kept rerouting and searching via my gps. Now I know. Now I know that (he knew where he was intending go was not where we ordered) but back then me listened to him say detour and traffic and short cuts. With a 20 min drive from food to the hotel turned into like a 2 hour drive by 1.5 hours drunk me was having trouble maintaining consciousness, and telling him wrong turn via my maps gps. I had drank so much, he would get us there I prayed. He turned on the heat too. It was warm and id roll asleep but jerk awake. My drunk mind wanted the sleep my friends had lulled into. But my fight or flight said wake up b*tch!! He got a call and I nodded off to the ringer song he had that was trendy back then. It was some American country song I knew too. Though that didn’t clue me in. I awoke to him saying in clear english that like scared me to my bone. Not because he was innocently bilingual. But, because he seemed shy and acted as though he only spoke spanish when we got in his taxi. So him speaking english made me wake up but not cue him in. As fight mode brain needed to clear the drunk fog and make a plan. I observed my surroundings without alerting him. So i became squinty eyed and listened like a hawk!!! He said in english after acting like “no english, piqueno” “”YEAH I KNOW. IT TOOK(looked back) it took a while for the one girl to fall asleep, she had gps talked to bf on phone or faked it, her phone died. all drunk yeah, potato sacks, ones a two manner. The other two are shoulder bitches” Silence (other person talking maybe). Driver again “2 minutes maybe 10 theres a cop and lights and a wreck ahead here. (Quite other person maybe) “NO, NO, NO, IM AT A RED LIGHT! YEAH, YEAH… WELL IM A TAXI. NO, NO THEY ARE DISTRACTED, ACCIDENT okay shit” and some mumbles and a flip phone snap. Well I saw blue lights and then the cop car. It was there like magic. Drunk brain Safety magic. I saw the red street light and drunk brain decided; make scene get cops!!!! SOOO I started gagging like i was gonna throw up. I wanted the driver distracted. And i kind of did a throwup mouthful on the center console and on his baggy shirt. Which was a feat for me, from the right side of the back seat since i had to push my friends off me to do it. But I grabbed the door handle and lock and jiggled and tug but they wouldnt budge and it wouldnt open. I started screaming “ima throw up more, open this” and my friends were awakened and in a drunken stuper like "hold it its a short drive we are almost there” as they were passed out and had no clue of the two hour reroutes even after i woke em up. one brushed my spittle splash of throwup and started throwing up in the same spot and she had eaten and drank alot (the larger girl) now we were all gagging from the smell for real including the driver. The light we had sat at had turned green and we were about to pass the cops and he the taxi driver in english mumbled hed “charge us extra to clean it, an arm and a leg.” And he laughed I started banging on the window cus he wouldnt let me out and a cop was directing traffic around whatever accident. The cop who thankfully saw us beckoned us stop and got other cop attention. There were a few cop cars because whatever accident near the border i guess. It was the tijuana border as i saw an orange diamond sign that said that city name tijuana and border detour. And there was an accident with cops tending it. Under and underpass and driver was mumbling only road or whatever. So a cop stood in front of his car directing traffic where to go but had stopped us and one right next to the passenger side,directing traffic very slow, he was standing in traffic he was almost against my window on the passanger side, a cop showing people how to avoid accident rubble and the cars. I turned into an animal looked straight at the cop banged on the window with my almost dead phone and my hand, pried at the door knob and looked terrified in hopes he would stop this taxi. Luckily the cop in front and the cop on side somehow communicated and i heard tire spins. Not us. A fast acting cop pulled in front of him. They made him pull over into parking lot and I’m screaming get me out and my friends are like calm down we are drunk and police but i wanted out police were safer than whatever his phone conversation was about and an officer was talking to him and he “didnt speak english again and needed a translator” and i only know that cuz the cop said it would take a while to get a translator was he sure and that i needed to settle down. And the guy must have said hed wait but the cops were busy and discussing lettin him take us home… I wanted to get the cop mad so i said NOOOO. So now i started screaming “hes a kidnapper get a promotion get me out of here” and just going bonkers because we were covered in vomit the police had been trying to talk over me for a few minutes with this guy who “ didnt know english” and i said “he fucken knows enlish and speaks it!!!” And they said something like settle down we are busy that they didnt want to book me for being a silly drunk girl. Some pussy card bullshit. So i freaked and said “no no fuck it arrest me.” My friends were now angry and worried but i wanted safety even if my record was shit. I didnt want to be potatoes. So they again tried to calm me and said they were gonna let him go drop us off. So i left the door alone and started hitting him! I was hoping violent smacked would make the cops question our situation we were stuck in. I screamed i was violent and going to off him…drunk and illogical or not who cares. More cops had now circled the taxi to watch and more cop cars kind of circled us. and I started crying and my friends were now fading against the other door and crying too and judging me. and I kept slapping him in the head and he screamed in pure clean english “BITCH!!! YOU’RE DEAD. hit me one more time your dead. your dead.” Then everything went fast cops pulled guns and made him unlock us. I jumped out throwing my heels first. We got out and i hugged the cop that was originally next to my window he seemed scared of me. But i hugged the shit out of him and cried. My friends stood there awkward. He finally hugged me back and petted my hair. The cops decided to take us to the hotel and were gona have me/us file a report the next day but said it might not be needed because so many cops saw. I wasnt asked to write a statement or to show up anywhere. I was just asked to sign a mostly blank paper stating he was a kidnapper and had a long phone call i told them about. Also my friends signed a completely blank statement paper. We never saw tickets or charges on our names and we never even wrote our names aside from cursive sinage. I never heard from the cops but that guy was fighting the cops when we left His taxi. And the cops used a shock gun/tazer thing cuz he pushed someone and tried to run. And he was saying weird shit in english!! Which was funny because he had first made them think he needed a translator because he ‘knew’ no english. BUT we were safe!!!! My former coworkers were safe. To the cali taxi driver and your flip phone friend lets not meet ever ever again. https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/a07n8e/this_one_time_i_almost_got_kidnapped/