#I RAISED AMELIA MYSELF.

[sanctamater]

itll be. 9 years here this december.

[controld3vil]

atreides and bene gesserit

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic), austin butler x actor!reader

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: as clueless as you were about your sister's role, it brought you much surprise and joy to see her on the same carpet as you.

notes: reader uses fem pronouns as she's playing a role as a bene gesserit. reader is also described as wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit. and i really enjoyed lea seydoux's performance and hope to see more of it !! this is also COMPLETELY separate from the first two posts ive made since the readers r playing different characters yeah?

When Denise Villeneuve asked you about the role of Lady Margot Fenring, you were genuinely shocked about his decision. You appreciated his works but have never gotten close to any of his sets before. You have worked with directors who've admired Villeneuve for his imaginative mind. And now, you witnessed his creativity in person for the first time.

The role was small and not as significant as the other main leads. Regardless, your character was just as enigmatic and complex as any other in the Dune franchise. Even though your time was short, it was a fun experience to learn and observe from. You weren't able to meet the entire cast after production, but with the NYC premiere, you were able to link up again.

You heard your name being called out. "Hello! How are you?" The well-known comedian and presenter by the name of Amelia Dimonberg was now beside you. In her jet-black corset dress, her style is chic and elegant. She hands you a microphone with the film's title plastered on it. "You look beautiful!"

"Thank you!" you sweetly recuperate, diverting your shoulders to the sight, cutely. You give a little pose before complimenting her own outfit. "You as well!"

"Do you have a memorable day on set that sticks out to you?" Amelia questions, subtly leaning toward your direction. And now you noticed her detailed eye makeup which enhances her outfit altogether.

"Well- I've had, like, only a few days," You let out a quick sigh. Truly it was nothing to be embarrassed about but you could not help but feel shy about it.

"Mmhmm! So all of them?"

"Yeah, all of them!" With ease, your shyness turns into giddy laughter as all you remember from your times on set. Recalling those tiny moments brought a small smile to your face. "Every day counted for me and that was enough."

"Oh absolutely!" Amelia chides, nodding in agreement. She quickly then moves onto the next question, "How long do you think you could last in the actual desert?"

"Oo that's a tough question," Lifting your fingers to rest on your chin as you try to contemplate an answer. "Ideally no- I feel like I could never recover from the heat."

"Yes yes, the heat's very intense,"

"Yeah- no I don't think I'd ever leave my house for that-" You shake your head nonchalantly, acknowledging how most of your scenes already were indoors. You could imagine how you would do in the desert of Abu Dhabi. It makes you appreciate the cast and crew even more for their effort to make filming more comforting and tolerable.

"Where would be your dream location to hang out? I'm assuming your home then since you prefer to say inside?" The blonde interviewer quickly catches on, eyebrows raising intrigued by your response.

Instead, you hummed bashfully, "Actually I think an oasis would be nice." The camera catches onto Amelia's face, fully fixated on you. "Which fits perfectly if I were to live in the desert actually!"

"Mm yeah, smart choice!" She responds more cheerily. "You can maybe go for a swim, you know-"

"Right right," You give her an playful look, "And you don't have to go thirsty!"'

"Absolutely, the best of both worlds," Amelia chirps, doing the same expression. "So this film centers a lot around dreams. Do you have vivid dreams of yourself?"

"Yes! I've uh- I've had many dreams of myself. I mean, this one, for example-" You turn to the camera, waving with the most adorable smile on your face. "'I'm living my dream right now!"

"You're living your dream right now!"

In another section of the premiere, you were walking down the carpet for press interviews and photography. The set where the premiere was taking place was gorgeously made in the shades of black and orange, the perfect theme of the film. The entire venue was outdoors, allowing you to feel the cold air and be more at ease in the crowded space. There were more paparazzi than you had expected, and you suddenly became aware that you were alone. Without any friend or acquaintance to accompany by, you searched aimlessly for a familiar face.

Then there was a holler. And then multiple more came after, it made you confused really. Your head swerves to the sound of the person you so try to look for and immediately you're struck in awe.

"Anya?!" In an instant, you're seen running towards your sister in the far back of the premiere wall. People were reluctantly used to fast-paced relocations around the carpet. Therefore most did not mind your hasty stumbles through the crowd. It was almost comical how apparent your demeanor changed when you heard her, in fact, videos and pictures caught all of it.

"Hi!" She beams in her white dress robe. Her makeup was glowing, making her skin seem angelic, and sheer without impurities. Her outfit covers her like a nun, covering her head and body in almost transparent cloth. Yet it flows around her so elegantly, almost like she was an angel from the stars. She squeezes your figure firmly, only after releasing to gush about your appearance.

You adored a beige sleeveless jumpsuit. The color is complimented with tiny designs of sparkle. Its seams captured your figure perfectly, as you also wore a gold chain and bulky rings. From the lighting, it looks as though your outfit is shining. And to be completely honest, you prefer comfort over the judging looks of fashion critics. Therefore you wanted to wear something that you could still move comfortably in. Thus you were able to run over to your sister with ease.

Through the other lens and camera, they could pick up some of her words after. "You look so gorgeous! How are you here?!" Anya's expression changes into a perplexed one as she gets a hold of your shoulders, shaking them back and forth.

"I was invited obviously, "You said, mimicking her voice while holding onto her arms on yours. "You didn't tell me you were a part of Dune!" Viewers from afar could tell you were pushing an act, reacting as though you were petrified about how Anya managed to be here in the first place.

"I didn't know you were either!" She giggled, closing in on your right ear. Your sister whispers to you slowly, trying to withdraw from the camera and recordings. "Villeneuve had mentioned something but honestly I just thought it was a joke."

It was your turn to guff. Your mouth opens wide flabbergasted, looking sarcastically offended. "Why would you think he's joking?!"

Anya scoffs lightly, wanting to go further with the joke. "I don't know- I just didn't take his word seriously,"

"Why? Because you didn't think I'd make it into the film?" You accused, eyes widening with a hand over your heart. "You're so cruel."

"So cruel," She smirks up at you, then moves back to be by your side. You see her face forward the flashing cameras, as you do the same. "Come! Let's take some pictures!"

"Your outfit looks beautiful by the way!" Anya Taylor muses, eyeing down at the fine details on your jumpsuit. "It's very... you!"

You give her a nod, before flattening some of the creases, "I thought this color was so exquisite, so I thought it would be perfect for the premiere." You lift your head to look at your sister, before realizing behind her, the upcoming stars of the film were getting ready to take cast photos. "Oh Anya- I think you should go!"

Your sister turns and then gazes back at you with a soft smile. "You should come with me!"

The thunder of cameramen and journalist blurred your focus for a moment. "Are you sure-"

Again the sound of your name is hurdled but this time from someone you haven't seen in a long time. Jessica Ferguson, who too wears a black body suit with veils and bold makeup. She waves her hand almost too eagerly to have you come closer alongside your sister. "Come, join us!"

Videos were filmed of the people gesturing to the cast of Dune in a line. Little by little, the row of people is filled and organized to be in the center of the camera's focus. Some actors had to move spots, due to lack of space or better color semblance on the other side of the row. You stood next to Jessica and Florence Pugh was beside your right, as you tried to stand closer for the picture.

Anya Taylor was on the opposite side, with Austin Butler and beside him, Timothee Chalamet. A noticeable clip taken all over was when the French actor went to greet the English actress, warmly, clasping her hand with both hands as a proper salute as on-screen siblings.

You did not mind the lack of attention. You were happy for Anya for achieving a great role. One with a welcoming cast and crew. It was then your eyes scanned down the row, from Zendaya to Stellan Skarsgard. Then to Austin, whom you've been familiar with since day one. Only him to find your gaze seconds later. You give a little nod and smile before averting your direction to Anya who is already staring at you with gleaming eyes.

You were going back and forth with Jessica and Florence on your travels for a while. From plans reception to favorite desserts, all you three wanted to talk about was food. Paparazzi caught onto your banter quickly and snapped a few photos. You even went out of your way to do silly poses. Followed by Jessica and Florence, then did the same, sticking their tongues out in a rock star kind of fashion. You throw out piece signs, giving a dramatic frown as another flash happens.

Catch-ups were definitely refreshing and fun. Thus why you nearly jump when Austin appeared behind you.

"Oh my gosh, hey!" You stuttered, giving him a quick hug to calm your nerves. "You scared me!"

"Sorry sorry! I just wanted to surprise you!" He leans his head slightly, allowing better eye contact. You felt a few taps on your shoulder and noticed Jessica and Florence scurrying away, with their thumbs up, all goofy and excited.

Your eyes make it back to his. "I would've said hi back at the cast photo, but you were so far away," Shrugging you dismiss your failure as a mild missed opportunity.

But Austin shakes his head in an averted manner. "No- Don't worry about it." You could already sense interviewers and others with microphones closing on you two. You were out in the open, and it's bound to happen. "I wanted to- you know, say hi to you in a less chaotic place."

"I tried looking for you but there's just so many people," You give your costar an exhausted look. It was then a keen young man approached the pair of you. It was the People magazine, as you became aware of the logo alongside their camera and microphone.

"Hey, would you two mind a short interview for People's magazine?"

Truly, this was what premieres were about. The cast and crew meet with fans to show what they have worked so hard for. You brought you no better satisfaction than to praise everyone's efforts. The interviewer then proceeded to have a quick introduction of you and Austin beside you. You both had separate microphones in each hand. Once the video started rolling, you peered at the camera and gave the audience a grin.

"So how are you guys doing? Met all of your lovely cast members yet?"

"Oh absolutely," You emphasized every syllable, nodding. Austin only glances at you in amusement. "It's crazy how many people are here I was so overwhelmed!"

"Yeah, it was pretty crowded," The male actor adds, lowering his microphone slightly.

"Hopefully it will die down!" The interviewer beams. "So what was it like getting to know each other in this film? How was the first day on set like?"

"Oh, well it went very smoothly," You start, staring up at Austin in approval. "Even though my time was short on set, I feel like we had a pretty good rhythm starting out."

"I was about to say! The scenes with Feyd and Lady Margot were really something!"

"Why thank you, we appreciate it," Austin nervously laughs, scratching his ear.

The interviewer takes the lead to discuss your preparation for the role and how it was working with Villeneuve. As new characters, you and Austin both talked about your views on both of your characters. Both are very different yet mysterious to the viewers. Additionally, you two were introduced in a similar scene of the pit fight. The People's Magazine interviewer was compelled to compliment Austin on his opening scene. You knew he had practiced the choreographed fights vigorously. And of which you were lucky to witness on the days that you were present.

"It was completely freeing and different than what I was used to doing," Austin probes, leaning toward your direction. "Were you there for the pit fight?"

"I think I was," You turn, similarly. "I remember watching from afar and thinking wow." Immediately you could sense him eagerly looking down at you with a sly smile. "He was- Austin did amazing with the fight choreography, I was impressed!"

"Was this the first time seeing him in full costume too?"

"Oh yes!" You bonked your hand on your forehead, "He was and I just- couldn't believe it was him!"

Suddenly Austin jumps in, "She was startled when I first came up to her in full costume."

"You came out of nowhere, by the way!" You rebutted, giving him a side glance.

"I didn't mean to," As he tries to reassure his actions, "I wanted to give a good first impression!" It was humorous how playful you two were together despite having dissimilar filming schedules. Though most of your scenes involved Butler, your friendship only became more apparent weeks after working together. It was off and on for months at a time due to being busy in other countries simultaneously.

Eventually, you were able to link up again weeks before the premiere. After waiting a long time to meet up, you almost felt relieved that you hadn't seen your costar in a while.

"And Austin, how was filming with her?! From a character's standpoint, what kind of dynamic do you see playing out?" The People's Magazine interviewer perks up, having the camera transition from his face to Austin's.

"Well I'd say, she's great. You know I've got to meet a lot of amazing people in this film. And," He says your name sincerely, "She's- she's one of those people. I can't say much for Lady Margot and Feyd's relationship- you know there's a lot of that's still not uncovered. We don't really know what's happening but kind of have an idea of something. And to have such a great actress like her, it makes everything feel authentic and- feel the tension." It felt as if you were in a daze, eyes completely focused on his words with such admiration and grace. Before you knew it, you were smiling as if you had won the best possible prize in the world. His compliments to you meant more than you had anticipated really.

Unbeknownst to you, the cameraman had caught your lovestruck expression before directing attention back to the interviewer. "And how about you, Miss Margot?"

"I'd say it's the same," Now looking at the interviewer, only momentarily back at your costar. "Austin's- he's great at all the stunts and acting like a scary dude. Every scene with him was fun to do. Like he's all serious in character but once they yell cut! he's so nice and funny!" Your bubbly laugh breaks as you can feel your face growing hot.

"Well I appreciate you liking my humor," Austin pokes fun at you, fanning a little air towards you.

You mutter a soft thank you! before continuing, "And he's dedicated you know? I remember one scene, a little spoiler, where Feyd is about to be tested by Lady Margot, and I just couldn't do it! I couldn't keep a straight face!"

"Really?!"

"She just kept breaking, I don't know why," The actor shrugs, his attention closely drawn to you. "We had a few takes on a few days."

"We did! We did!" You gave a big frown, "You just have a really distracting face."

"Do I?" Austin asks, between the lines of teasing and coolly.

By the time, other premieres had occurred, people were still focused on your interactions with Austin Butler. Your chemistry on and off screen on the carpet was hilarious. And with how polarizing your characters were, it made many clips of your shared encounters gain attention.

A few short videos were recorded after the People Magazine interview of you and Austin, bashfully talking behind the stage. The two of you went back and forth whispering in each other's ears about what was unknown to the viewer. Through a bird's eye view, the video also catches you hugging your arms before zooming in on Austin's placing an arm around your figure.

Another clip that had been reposted many times was when you both took duo pictures together. As you comfortably shift your weight on one leg, as you turn to have your side face the flashing paparazzi. Whilst the Elvis actor stands beside you at a pleasant distance, doing the same pose to the other side. There was one instance where you lifted your head to make eye contact with your eyes instantly brightening. As Austin's smile widened, only to blow air in your face.

[janeyseymour]

Save Me Before I Lose Myself- part 9

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8.

Summary: Family court is a nightmare. But all nightmares come to an end.

WC: ~2.45k

You toss and turn all night, and when you finally fall into a fitful sleep, your alarm goes off. You already hate today. But still, you roll out of bed and head into your daughter’s room. She’s sound asleep, curled up with her favorite stuffed animal and snoring quietly. You take a few extra minutes, minutes you know you probably don’t have to waste, to just sit by your little girl and pray. You pray for a long life of just you and her finally finding your happiness. You pray that she never loses what small pieces of innocence she has back. You pray to God that you get her as far away from Carrie as possible- that maybe… maybe you find happiness in a new life with Melissa and Barbara to help you raise this sweet little gift from God.

Brushing a few stray hairs away from her face, you smile gently. God, Millie is perfect- there is not one thing you would change about her. Because even when it comes down to it, and she is a child who has her moments, Amelia has the biggest heart, the warmest smile, and the sweetest soul that could touch anybody who has the absolute blessing of meeting her.

“Millie Mill,” you whisper as you shake her shoulder gently. “Baby girl, it’s time to rise and shine.”

“Momma?” a sleepy voice almost whines.

“Yeah, sweetness, it’s Momma,” you chuckle. “Who else would it be?”

“Mel,” your daughter shrugs as she cracks an eye open.

“Well, I can smell breakfast being made downstairs, and I just woke up,” you chuckle. “Why don’t we go see what Mel is making?”

Your little girl sits up and rubs at her eyes sleepily, but then she does make for the kitchen.

Melissa, fully dressed and made up for the day, is standing by the stove making a spread that could feed three families, and Millie is quick to wrap her arms around the woman’s waist. “Melly,” she mumbles sleepily.

You see the redhead tense for a quick second before she relaxes and drops a gentle kiss to your daughter’s head. “Hey Mill.”

“Sleepy. I don’ wanna go to court today,” your daughter sighs.

Melissa grimaces slightly. “I know hun. But you gotta if you wanna stay with your momma. And Mel and Barb will be there for you too.”

“Auntie Barb,” Millie sighs softly, but just loud enough for both of you to hear. Both yours and Melissa’s eyes widen at that first word- that powerful word.

“Yeah, hun,” the redhead finally starts again. “Go sit at the table with your momma. Breakfast is almost ready.”

Your little girl comes and sits right in your lap, content to get in a few extra cuddles this morning. The teacher of the house brings over all of the platters and a fresh mug of coffee for you.

“Thank you,” you sigh quietly.

Melissa smiles at you. “Of course.” Breakfast is eaten in a stiff silence for the first time in a long time, and when it comes time to start getting ready, the redhead swoops in again. She takes Millie to get her ready while you prepare yourself for what you can only assume is going to be a long and hellish day of fighting for your little girl.

And then Barbara shows up in her own car and escorts you to the courthouse. The four of you find your way in and sigh.

Carrie fights. Carrie fights hard, and she fights dirty. She fully intends on throwing you under the bus and winning this fight.

Her first claim is that she is Millie’s biological mother. And that is a true fact. But your lawyer argues that you are just as much Millie’s mother as Carrie- your name is on that birth certificate too. Your lawyer argues that blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb in this case- you take care of Millie, not Carrie.

Then she tries to argue that you won’t be able to support your daughter fully financially. Your lawyer disputes that argument and states that finances wouldn’t be an issue for you because spousal support does indeed exist for this exact circumstance. He then looks to Melissa, who stands, much to your surprise. But she has a knowing look on her face, and you can only assume that she and her buddy had orchestrated for this to happen.

“Your honor,” Melissa starts, and she already sounds much more formal than you’ve ever heard her before. “Y/N and Amelia won’t have to worry about finances, as they haven’t been troubled in that area for the months that they’ve lived with me. There hasn’t been any support from Carrie since the separation, and I do believe that this side of the party has been just fine- better than fine. I am happy to continue housing them and help to ensure that Millie is taken care of.”

“Thank you, for that,” the judge raises a brow. It’s clear he’s considering what the redhead stated.

And finally, Carrie attempts to claim that Millie needs two stable parental figures in her life- that she and the new boyfriend (apparently you ‘turned her straight’) would be able to provide much better for her than just you. The judge’s brow goes up, but his lip quirks in a way that you see he is definitely leaning towards joint custody. Your lawyer glances to you, and then he stands.

“Your honor, I think that since this is in regard to the child’s wellbeing, we should have Millie speak.”

“Your honor, she’s seven,” Carrie’s lawyer points out.

“And seven is old enough to know who she should want to live with for a majority of the time- to keep her within the parameters of her school, where she is quite happy,” your lawyer objects.

“Very well,” the judge mutters. He clears his throat, and he calls Millie to him.

Your little girl has never looked smaller standing next to him.

“Hi, sweetheart,” the gruff judge turns warmer when addressing your child, and you are eternally grateful for that. “Millie, yes?”

Millie nods her head and squeaks out a “yes”.

“Can you tell me about the times when you lived with both of your mothers?”

Your little girl does. She details the typical day that the she lived- from waking up with you and giggling, to going to school with you, to you picking her up, she’d make dinner with you, you would read with her or watch television with her, it was you who would help her with homework, it was you who told her to get in the shower and start getting ready for bed, you were the one who tucked her in at night and read her a story.

“And… Millie, where was your other mother during all of this?” the judge cuts in softly.

Your little girl shrugs. “I dunno.”

“That’s not true, Mill,” Carrie tries to butt in, but the judge holds up a hand.

“That’s not the end of my days though,” your daughter says softly. When the judge prompts her to continue, she details how she would hear the berating at night, the slaps and pleas for Carrie to stop, the crashing of furniture and decor.

“And who was the cause of that?”

Millie doesn’t even say Carrie’s name- just points to her with a frown. “She hurt Momma. And she tried to hurt m-”

“Amelia!” Your soon to be ex-wife leaps out of her chair and points an accusatory finger. “You stop telling lies right this instant, young lady!”

“I- I’m not,” Millie whispers to the judge. “I promised not to lie, and I don’t break promises. That would be bad.”

“I believe you, honey,” the judge promises your daughter. “Can you tell me about the days now that you’re living with your Momma and Melissa?”

The day that your daughter details in regards to living with her teacher are much brighter- full of more love and smiles. She lets the judge know that she adores living with you and Melissa. Her days start with you waking her, Melissa cooking a delicious breakfast, driving to school with the redhead and singing songs, loving always having you pick her up on time, eating dinner together and actually enjoying meal times, bedtime… She tells the judge about the day she was sick, and Melissa stayed home with her while you went to work but when you came home she was given so much love. It’s clear to everybody in the room, including Carrie, which life Millie likes more.

“That sounds like quite a fun time living with Melissa,” the judge quips thoughtfully. “I have one more question for you.”

“Yes?”

“If you were given the choice of who to live with, who would you go to?”

Your daughter doesn’t even hesitate. “Momma and Melly.”

You feel Melissa reach forward and squeeze your shoulder gently from her place, but you also hear Carrie begin to shout. She flies off the handle and tells the judge that everything the little girl said was lies- orchestrated lies that you trained your daughter to say. 

The judge doesn’t like that one bit, and Carrie’s lawyer even tries to get her to simmer down.

“Mr. Judge, sir,” Millie whimpers quietly. “I- I don’t want to go to M-Mom and her boyfriend… I- I’m scared.”

The judge glances to Carrie, but at this point, she’s lost it. The woman that you used to call your life partner rushes to Millie and grabs her roughly by the arm. She begins shouting at her, shaking her, telling her that she is such an ungrateful little-

She’s torn away from the stand by one of the security guards and hauled out of the room, much to the dismay of her lawyer. He knows in that instant that he’s lost the case entirely. You’ve won. There’s no way she didn’t just put the nail in her own coffin with that little stunt. Millie, not caring that she’s supposed to stay side by side with the judge flies into your arms. You soothe her the best that you can as she climbs into your lap and buries her face in your shoulder. The little girl reaches for Melissa too, who very quickly leans forward and begins to shush your daughter gently, running her hand over Millie’s shoulder and wild locks.

The rest of what the judge has to say is a blur, but you hear the gavel slam down, and Millie, Barb, and Melissa are hugging you with such ferocity that you know you won. You have sole custody of your sweet ray of sunshine.

The next thing that you can clearly comprehend is being shuffled out of the courtroom and into the Howard van with Millie on your hip and smiling into your shoulder while Melissa holds your free hand gently.

“You won,” Melissa whispers as she pulls you in close and daringly presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “Congratulations, hun. I knew you would.”

The kindergarten teacher smirks at that action. But then she too is offering her congratulations, and you can’t help but grin.

“I’d say this calls for a celebratory dinner,” Melissa states. “Whatever the two of you want. Barbara, you’re more than welcome to come. Invite Gerald too.”

“Ger is gonna come?” Millie’s head lifts from your shoulder, and she smiles brightly.

Barbara, who was fully intending on heading home and leaving the three of you to have a ‘family’ night, can’t find it in her to deny your little girl of her wish. “Of course. Let me call Gerald now, and we can pick him up on the way.”

“What’s on the menu tonight?” the redhead asks the two of you.

“Whatever Mill wants,” you grin. “Whatever my little girl wants.”

“Melly, can you make your meatballs?”

The kindergarten teacher has to bite back a laugh at your daughter calling Melissa by the one nickname she’s always notoriously hated. “Yeah, Melly. Can you?”

“Sure, Barbie.”

Dinner is… it’s exactly what you had always hoped your life would be when you were growing up. You might not have the perfect spouse, or even a spouse at all anymore. But you have your beautiful daughter, one who is happier than ever. You have your family, and it may not be the conventional family- but they’re family. Barbara Howard, Gerald Howard, and Melissa Schemmenti are family to you more than your actual family. They’ve been here for you through the toughest of times, and they’re only going to continue to support you in life. It may not be the most conventional family, but it’s family. It’s an ordinary family dinner where everybody is a little drunk on happiness, and that’s all you could ever wish for- happiness.

It’s an early night for your little girl. She falls asleep on you not thirty minutes into settling on the couch, splayed out over you and Melissa. Barbara and Gerald make their way out once they’ve finished their glasses of the champagne that they bought the night before- they knew you would be celebrating today.

The redhead’s arm makes its way around your shoulders again, and you can’t help but rest your head on her shoulder. It’s warm, it’s comfortable, and it’s something that just feels so natural to do.

“I know I said it before,” Melissa sighs softly. “But congratulations.” She presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you tell her honestly. “I- I really don’t think I would’ve been able to have the courage without you by my side.”

“You would’ve,” the second grade teacher tells you quietly. “I know you would’ve.”

“Well,” you turn to look up at her. “Still. Thank you.”

You stretch up to kiss her cheek, and then you linger there for a few seconds. Her eyes meet yours, and then they glance down at your lips. You think she might kiss you, and your heart begins to beat out of your chest.

But she doesn’t. Melissa knows that today left you rather vulnerable, and she doesn’t want to take advantage of you in this state. If she does ever make her move on you, she wants you to be stable and healed, and ready. And right now, you aren’t ready. And that’s okay for her. She’ll wait.

She smiles warmly at you before looking down at the little girl asleep in your laps. “I think this could be the perfect start to your new life.”

“This is all I could ever want,” you whisper. And then you close your eyes, and you drift off into the easiest sleep you’ve gotten in years. 

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[cas-kingdom]

For drabble requests how about something for Greys Anatomy where while Derek is busy in surgery the reader comes in injured and Amelia is there to comfort her and make the medical decisions? It doesn’t have to be anything serious really, I’d just love some reader and Amelia bonding 🥰🥰🥰

The walk of shame along the corridors of Grey Sloan was not altogether unfamiliar to you. Many times had you trudged reluctantly along the polished floors of the surgical unit, clutching some injury or another, purposefully trying to avoid the eyes of anyone you knew--which, in such a unit, was pretty impossible.

Years ago, you would have been slightly less embarrassed. Kids always got into medical equipment, right? At least kids of surgeons who were constantly working. But now, it didn't seem quite right. You were a month away from Johns Hopkins, had aced all your exams and probably wouldn't have even needed the reference letters from half the surgical team, and here you were, head hung low in disgrace as you held your bleeding hand to your chest.

If it weren't for the fact you knew your dad would absolutely murder you if he found out you had hidden an injury from him again, you would have locked yourself away in a break room somewhere and attempted to patch yourself up best you could. Alas. Your father was Derek Shepherd. And after the broken nose you'd managed to keep from him for almost twenty-four hours a couple years ago, he'd all but held you hostage until you promised on his life you wouldn't do it again.

So, here you were. Reluctant as hell but somehow still not regretting the situation that had lead you to this moment.

"Hi, have you seen Dr. Shepherd around?" you asked a passing intern. When he made to walk over to the surgery board, finger already pointing at one row in particular, you visibly grimaced.

"Uh, no, the other one. Amelia Shepherd?" You had no intention of crying to your dad today. Your pride had been smashed to pieces enough.

The intern pointed down the hallway and you saw your aunt walking around a corner with another nurse. Pressing your lips in a thin line, you thanked the intern and followed after her. Your pace was fast enough not to lose her but slow enough that you had time to rehearse your lines before you were bombarded with judgment.

Amelia ducked into a radiology room and you steeled yourself before pushing the door open. "Amelia?"

"Y/N. Why are you holding your hand like that?"

You wouldn't have been surprised at the question, in fact you had fully expected it, if Amelia had turned around to actually see who had walked through the door. Your aunt could do powerful stuff, but mindreading was not on that list.

"I saw you earlier." Amelia turned, arms crossed, brows raised. "Well done, by the way. Meredith thought it would take you longer to find someone. I said it would take..." She glanced at her watch and shrugged. "Twenty minutes. Not bad."

Her supposed victory was short-lived when she looked up. Her eyes fell on your hand and her face dropped as she walked quickly over to you. "I'd rather you not drip blood on the floor," she said, an obvious tease behind her words, as she gently pulled you over to sit down.

You made a face, not having realised. "Oops."

"Oops is right, kiddo." Amelia knelt in front of the swivel chair and let you uncover your hand, humming under her breath when she noted the long, jagged line running down the side of your hand from the base of your wrist to the middle of your pinky finger. "How'd you manage this, huh? Don't tell me you found the electrical saw again."

You rolled your eyes. "I stabbed myself, actually," you said matter-of-factly.

"Ooh, that's a new one. With what?" When your reluctance finally kicked in, Amelia looked up. "With what, Y/N?"

Your hand began to throb and only then did you decide that answering your aunt's questions was probably the easiest way to getting relief. "A needle," you said. "I found a suture practice kit and, oh my God, Meelie, you know that's like giving me candy. I couldn't just leave it alone."

Amelia nodded along, gently probing at the red skin around your wound. "So you practiced sutures on fake skin and, what? Sewed yourself?"

"There was a noise outside and I jerked my hand," you deadpanned. Amelia glanced up, on the verge of laughter, and you looked away stiffly. "It hurts."

"Well, lesson learnt. For now," she added after as a second thought. There was a short silence after that was broken only by your hiss of pain when Amelia touched an exceptionally sensitive spot. Sucking a breath through her teeth, the surgeon sat back on her heels and looked up at you. "How were your sutures?" she asked. "Straight? Neat?"

You lit up, Derek's smug smile curving your lips not a second later. "Straightest and neatest you'll ever see."

"That's my girl." Amelia squeezed your knee before standing to her feet and taking out her phone. "Now, what do we tell your dad when he sees you later with stitches in your hand?"

You couldn't have groaned louder. If the chair didn't have a straight back, you would have fallen backwards with the force of it. When you righted yourself, a fierce look of indignation on your face, Amelia wasn't even attempting to hide her amusement.

"I need stitches?"

"Yup. Aaand, lucky for you, I think Derek should be out of surgery by now." Chipper as ever in the face of her niece's almost tangible disgust, she held open the door and nodded in its direction. "Come on, kiddo. He'll be glad to do a little needlework. Bring him back to basics."

You rolled your eyes once more as you got up, cradling your hand to your chest. "Like brother, like sister," you grumbled as you passed your aunt.

"What was that?"

"I said: like brother, like sister, you sadist."

Amelia snorted.

Grey's Masterpost

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Postpartum

Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (NSFW), sex, oral sex, hella eating out, fingering, etc., mentions of anatomy/body parts, some explicit language, post-pregnancy times (please let me know if I've left anything out!) Word Count: 2.0k

Summary: You're six weeks postpartum, and your doctor has cleared you for sex, but you're worried that it might not be the same anymore. Amelia assuages all of your worries. 😉

Request Info: This was requested by an anonymous user, but the request itself accidentally got deleted! The user also requested that the reader be an ortho surgeon and a third twisted sister. Whoever you are, I hope you find this, and I'm so sorry to have lost your original request!

“You’re good to go,” your OBGYN declared, finishing up your 6-weeks postpartum checkup.

You raised your eyebrows at her. “As in, good to go?”

She laughed. “Good to go, as in cleared to resume any and all sexual activity as you feel ready for it.”

You nodded and repeated it to yourself. “Good to go…”

But as you left Grey-Sloan, making a quick stop at the ortho unit to say hello to the nurses and the other attendings, you couldn’t help but wonder if you really were good to go. Sure, you missed sex with Amelia. You missed her body, missed connecting with her in that way, but you were also so self-conscious. You hadn’t had any major tears or anything, but you had shoved a human head out of your vagina less than two months ago. It was bound to be different down there. It felt different. What if sex didn’t feel good anymore? What if it never did? Or, even worse, what if it looked or felt different for Amelia, and she didn’t like sleeping with you anymore?

You decided to text Meredith and Cristina about it, as you so often did about any and everything.

Y/N: You guys I’ve been cleared for sex

M: Yay!

C: Good for you bitch

Y/N: I’m kinda scared tho…

M: Aw, why?

Y/N: Does it hurt after? Or like idk was Derek weirded out?

C: It feels like I could have been left out of this conversation

M: Shut up Cristina we’re being supportive! And no Y/N it didn’t hurt. You just have to take it slow and do what feels good at the time. And stop if it doesn’t feel good.

C: You don’t have a dick to deal with so you should be okay

M: CRISTINA

Y/N: I mean tbh we have several

M: Ew she’s my sister I didn’t need to know that…

C: I need to know more…

You shook your head and smiled. You decided that you might as well try, if Amelia was up for it. And there was no question that Amelia was up for it. She’d powered through like a champ, but before this, the longest you’d gone without having sex was two weeks and that was only because you’d been brought in as a specialist on a case at another hospital.

When you walked into the apartment, everything was quiet–a rarity at your house these days. You crept through the rooms, looking for Amelia and Pippa, and finally found them in the nursery. Amelia held Pippa to her chest, bouncing her softly as she slept, little chubby cheeks pressing out like she was blowing bubbles.

You placed a hand on Amelia’s back and kissed her on the cheek. You nodded toward Pippa, eyebrows scrunched.

“I just can’t bring myself to put her down,” Amelia whispered. “How was your appointment?”

“Good.”

Amelia stared pointedly at you. “Good good?”

You nodded, smirking.

If Pippa had not been tiny and fragile, Amelia would have tossed her into the crib like a football.

She placed the baby gently on her back in the crib, then crashed into you with the force of a tidal wave–or six weeks of no sex.

She pushed you into the hallway wall, shutting Pippa’s door behind her, and pressed into you, her mouth and hands desperate. She ran her tongue up and down your neck and back to your mouth and yanked your shirt over your head. God, you’d missed this. You’d missed her. Even though she’d been right here next to you the whole time. She groaned as she pushed herself into you, and you smiled into her kiss.

At this rate, Amelia would be finished before you even had a chance to make it to the bed.

“No, no!” she whined as you pulled away, her blue eyes pleading desperately with you.

“Come to bed, Amy,” you teased, taking her by the hand and leading her to the bedroom.

You gently removed her clothes and pushed her onto the bed. “You first,” you said.

She grabbed at your face hungrily as you leaned over her, kissing you with all the fervor of someone who’s love has been lost at sea for several years. She gasped and arched her back as your hand grazed over her clit.

You couldn’t help but smile at how needy she was, her hips bucking into your hand as you held it still, cupping her heat.

“Y/N, don’t fucking tease me,” she scolded, her voice stuttering. “It’s been way too long for that.”

“Oh, you don’t like that?” you said, smug. It was not often that Amelia was this powerless in bed. Usually it was the other way around, so you were enjoying this moment.

She grabbed your face, rough, and then soft as she ran her hand through your hair. “Just finish me already so I can get inside you.” She pulled your face closer, her breath hot in your ear as she whispered. “I’ve missed the taste of you.”

You’d never switched gears faster. No more power trips, just getting Amelia off as quickly as possible.

You kissed and licked your way down her body, intoxicated by the way she pushed into you and pulled you closer. By the time you reached her center, she was panting and glistening and you knew it'd only be a matter of minutes before she was absolute putty.

You pressed soft kisses into her inner thighs, then closer and closer until she was nearly bursting with the want of you, so that when you finally, finally, wrapped your mouth around her clit, she nearly lost her mind. You held her hips in place as she moaned, licking your way through her, around her, inside of her until she was shaking in your arms, hips rolling to meet your tongue. And for the final touch, you slipped two of your fingers inside of her, curling down and around, just how you knew she liked it. Her hands were gripping your hair so hard you thought might pull it out. “Y/N!” she gasped, her breath coming out in short, sharp moans as she came on your fingers. You smiled as you buried your face in her, guiding her through her high and back down again.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, her chest still heaving.

“Good?” you asked, already knowing the answer, as you wiped your mouth.

She nodded, still struggling to catch her breath. “Give me a second.”

You lay down next to her, feeling wildly pleased with yourself, especially when Amelia rolled over on top of you and pressed her mouth into yours, moaning as she tasted herself on your lips.

But as she worked her way down your body, anxiety shot through you.

You grabbed her hand. “Amy, wait…”

She looked up at you, concerned.

“You don’t have to,” you said, avoiding her eyes.

“I know I don’t,” she replied, still looking at you curiously. “I want to. I’ve wanted to for months.”

“I think…” you stuttered. “I think I’d really rather you didn’t.”

Amelia’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hey,” she said, laying down next to you and propping herself up on her elbow so she could see your face. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just not ready.”

“That’s fine, but you seemed super ready about two minutes ago.”

You didn’t respond, fiddling with an edge of your comforter.

“Y/N,” she said, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head please.”

She took your hand and you played with her fingers for a moment before answering.

“I’m scared you won't like it.”

Amelia looked genuinely shocked. “You’re what now?”

“I got messed up down there,” you mumbled. “What if it’s not like normal for you?”

“Oh, babe,” she said, caressing your face. “You’re not messed up. You could never be messed up. You’re you and I love you. I love all of you.”

You stayed quiet.

“Honey,” she continued, more emphatic now. “Your body made a whole human. A human that is sleeping in the bedroom down the hallway. A beautiful, precious human that I love with all my heart and hope with all my heart stays asleep for a while so that I can get in there. She had her time. It's my fucking turn."

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

“Listen,” she ranted, excited that your mood was brightening and trying to make you laugh more. “I’m like the Lewis and Clark of vaginas, okay? The wilderness must be explored. I gotta get in there and get the lay of the land. And it might be new, right?”

You nodded, grinning and blushing.

“But new doesn’t mean bad. Lots of times new means better. So just… let me do my exploring, okay?”

“Okay,” you acquiesced.

Amelia was gentler with this attempt, slow and steady and worshipful as she moved down your body, taking her time especially at the place where your uterus still bulged, where new stretch marks had drawn their way across your abdomen. And when she got to your center, she was gentle there, too, mindful of your anxiety, mindful that it might take your body more time than usual to warm up.

She was loving and slow and obsessive, sighing with pleasure as she placed kisses along the inside of your thighs, on your clit, all over you. Amelia’s careful touch had washed away most of your anxiety, leaving behind your flushed face, the shuddering of your body each time her skin met yours.

And when finally, finally, she had you wet and whimpering, she dove in like a woman starved.

“Amy,” you breathed, lightly holding her head in your hands as you threw your own head back, your hips rising to meet her. You could feel her smile against you.

“You want more?” she asked, and you knew she meant, Do you want fingers or a strap or a toy or anything like that?

You shook your head. “No, just–” Your breath caught in your throat, replaced by a moan as the knot in your lower abdomen tightened.  “Just keep going.”

If there was one thing about Amelia, it was that she could eat you out forever. You’d been afraid that would change, but clearly your fears had been unfounded. She was insatiable.

“Amy–” you exclaimed, arching your back as your body approached the edge. You couldn’t even get the words out, just “Amy” over and over.

She reached up to grasp one of your hands in hers as you fell apart around her, Amelia lapping up every last bit of you.

You breathed heavily, watching as Amelia emerged from between your thighs, grinning like an idiot, her face an absolute mess.

You laughed as she wiped her face. “I take it your expedition went well?”

“God!” she exclaimed, flopping down beside you. “I missed you.”

“We literally have not been apart for weeks.”

“Okay, well, then I missed your vagina.”

You giggled, rolling over a bit to kiss her on the cheek. “You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” Amelia retorted, pulling you in for another heated kiss.

You were interrupted then by a loud, crinkly wail through the baby monitor.

Amelia groaned, but you could see a smile creeping in. She stood and stretched. “I’ll go get her.”

“Amelia!” you hissed, throwing a pillow at her. “You can't bring her in here! We’re naked, and it smells like sex!”

“She’s six weeks old! She won’t remember!” Amelia nodded at you. “Go take a shower. Relax. Then we can switch. It's almost time to feed her anyway.”

You lay in bed a moment longer, waiting to hear Amelia on the baby monitor.

“Hello!” she cooed, her voice crackling through the speaker as Pippa continued to cry. “Hi, pretty girl! Oh, I know. I know. You want Mama? Let’s go see her. Oh, you love your mama, don’t you? Mommy does, too.”

You smiled, your heart full as you listened.

“We loooooove Mama, don’t we? Yes, we do. We love her so much.”

[141goblin]

Soft: Chapter two.

CW: Mention of body image, reader feels inferior to her best friend. Slightly suggestive.

A/N: Thank you for all the love on part one, i’m so glad people like my writing. It’s heavily self indulgent so it makes me very happy to know it resonates with people other than me🥰

—>Part one

After a little encouragement from Johnny and the rest of my martini, I find myself stood in front of the group of men and Amelia as her and Johnny both introduce me to his friends. I got a wink and a “Nice to meet you, lovely” from Gaz, a firm handshake and a “Pleasure” from Simon…

“And this is Price, our Captain.”

The wide man smiles warmly and gives me a nod.

“Pleasure to meet you, dove.”

I give him a sweet smile and something between and a nod and an awkward bow/curtsy. Why the fuck am I curtsying? Jesus christ, I need another drink already. I feel my cheeks heating up with embarrassment but luckily, no one mentions it. They either didn’t notice or decide not to mention it. Either way, I don’t care.

Everyone begins to engage in small talk, leaving me stood there in the awkward predicament of being part of the group, but not being part of the conversation. I feel so ridiculous and out of place, like a child that’s stood with a group of adults, unable to join in on their conversation. I pretend like I don’t care and politely excuse myself and walk towards the exit.

I walk outside and sit down on the stone bench, my feet already aching because of my stupid heels, the cold night air nipping at my skin that simultaneously feels too hot because of the amount of alcohol i’ve consumed.

I rummage around in my handbag and pull out my half-empty packet of cigs that I save for when I drink. I always insist that i’m not a smoker, yet the minute I get a few drinks in my system, i’m puffing away like a chimney, making my breath stink. I light up and inhale it deep, feeling the all too familiar burn in my lungs. The smoke curls up into the night air as I exhale, leaving a ribbon of grey in front of me.

I think back to Amelia and how effortlessly pretty she looks, how she’s able to command everyone’s attention just by walking into a room. She doesn’t have to worry about what she looks like 24/7, she doesn’t have to worry about meeting someone in person for the first time after talking on a dating app and feeling terrified of being rejected and being labelled a ‘catfish’ because they didn’t know I was fat from my pictures. I know it’s not her fault, I know that. But deep down, there’s a bitterness, right in the pit of my stomach. She’s gorgeous, she doesn’t have to even try. The bitterness festers and claws at my insides on nights like this, where i’m left alone to entertain myself while she’s off with Johnny or her other friends. I sound like a child, i’m fully aware of that, but still, I feel it. Deep down in my stomach, a dull ache for more, a longing, a yearning to be that girl. Just as i’m stewing in my own grumpiness and general bitterness, I hear the rumble of a deep voice behind me.

“You alright, dove?”

Normally, i’d make an effort to impress a man like him. He’s handsome, too fucking handsome for his own good. Normally, i’d stub out my cigarette and sit up straight to hide the rolls of my stomach that protrude when I sit comfortably. But right now, I don’t care.

“Fine, thanks.”

Clipped, short, blunt. A subtle hint for him to leave me alone. He either ignores it or is too stupid to pick up on it, because he sits down beside me. Thighs spread, one hand on his thigh, the other wrapped around a cigar.

“Not a fan of parties like this, I take it?”

I scoff and flick some ash off the end of my cigarette before taking another deep puff, letting it fill my lungs, the stench of tobacco creating a cloud around me.

“You could say that.”

He laughs, his broad shoulders shaking up and down, the sound rumbly and deep, settling into my bones. He raises his cigar to his lips and takes a drag, the brown cylinder hissing and glowing red at the tip as he sucks. His voice is thick with smoke when he speaks.

“Mm, I get it. Not for everyone.”

I’ve either had too much to drink, am at the end of my tether, or just feel way too comfortable with this man, because what comes next is an outburst, an angry rant.

“I mean, is it for anyone other than rich arseholes or people who have been dragged into it by those rich arseholes? Groups of people pretending to be something they’re not, just to impress each other. I don’t get it. Fucking ridiculous if you ask me. I’d much rather be curled up on my couch with a shit bottle of wine and a takeaway than be here but I couldn’t say no to Amelia. Pain in the arse…”

I expected him to defend the party, or make some excuse that it’s a chance for like-minded people to ‘network’ or some ridiculous bullshit. But, to my surprise, he just laughs again. A warm, rumbling sound that makes me want to press my ear to his chest. I huff and cross my arms over my chest, glaring out into the night, the grassy courtyard scattered with multiple bush-sculptures, or whatever they’re called.

“Feel better, dove?”

I huff and laugh and hum in response. He gives me a tap on the thigh and stands up.

“I’ll be inside, if you decide to stay. I hope your night gets better, dove.”

I give him my best attempt at a warm smile and then he disappears inside again. I take a deep breath and try to shake off the festering bitterness and grumpiness. I should be inside, with my best friend. I stand up, feeling the ache of my heels and walk back inside to the ballroom, putting on a happy face. I spot Amelia, Johnny, Gaz and Simon at a table towards the front so I make my way over. Amelia gives me a concerned look, a silent ask of ‘You okay?’ and I just nod, dismissing it. I’m not getting into it, not here, not now.

A waiter appears and places a blueberry martini in front of me, without me even having to ask and i’ve never been so grateful. I take a large, burning swig and turn to the group with feigned confidence.

“So, what’d I miss?”

Johnny turns to me without taking his eyes off the stage, where a few people are setting up a microphone and some speakers.

“The birthday boy is about to make his big speech. Should be a good one, better than last year.”

The lads share a few knowing laughs, like they’re all giggling over an inside joke, and i’m about to ask what’s funny when a familiar, gravelly voice talks through the microphone and out of the speakers.

“If I could just have your attention for a minute or two-“

Fuck. Sake.

“Just want to say a quick thank you to all of you for coming to celebrate my birthday with me tonight. It’s lovely to see see you all. I hope you all enjoy your night and make complete use of the bar. Behave yourselves”

If there was ever a time I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole, it’d be now. I went on a big, angry rant to the poor man minutes previously, completely ignorant to the fact that the entire reason this party is taking place is because it’s his fucking birthday. I’ve never felt more like a dickhead in all my life, and i’m certain my face is bright red. Price raises a glass and speaks again.

“To us rich arseholes, at least pretend to be on your best behaviour, eh? Here’s to a good night.”

He ends the speech echoing my previous words with a wink in my direction and I’ve never been more embarrassed in my entire life. I must’ve sounded like some entitled, bitchy woman who thinks she’s above rich, fancy parties. I knew i’d never have a chance with a man like him anyway, but now any flicker of hope there was has been completely stubbed out by my own angry words, fuelled by alcohol and bitterness towards being the ‘single, fat friend’.

I down the rest of my martini in an attempt to hide my beetroot-red face and embarrassment, despite the fact that my head is already a little fuzzy and clouded by the way i’ve been chugging blueberry martinis like my life depends on it. Luckily, no one notices my embarrassment and Price goes off to mingle with other people rather than coming back to our table, so I don’t have to confront him. I make a silent ‘thank-you’ to whoever is up there in the sky, whether it be god or some other deity.

The next few hours go by without any more embarrassments, thank god. I do my best to engage in small talk with the lads while simultaneously avoiding Price. I should apologise, I know that, but I doubt he wants to see me. Or hear my whining voice ever again. Why didn’t he say anything? Why didn’t he cut me off and tell me it was his fucking birthday to save me the embarrassment of going off on some pathetic rant about ‘rich arseholes’? Why am I such a fucking idiot?

I excuse myself from the group and go back to the bar to order another drink. Except this time, I order a glass of water along with my martini. Arguably the only good decision i’ve made all night. No, the only good decision i’ve made in a long time. I plop myself down on the same tiny barstool as a few hours previous and take a few swigs of water to try and sober up a little and cool myself down. My hair has gone from being up in a bun and cute-messy, to being free and wild, cascading down my back. I don’t even remember undoing it, but i’m past the point of caring. My face is flushed, my eyes are glassy and my lipstick is faded and the tiniest bit smudged. A whole mess.

I force my thoughts away from considering the mess i’ve become over the course of the night and I look over to Amelia and the group of lads. Before I even have time to register that Price has joined the group, my stomach drops. He’s looking right at me with a fucking smirk on his face. If I wasn’t so embarrassed I’d probably think it was the sexiest thing i’ve ever seen. My face immediately blushes scarlet and I discard the glass of water for my martini. If i’m gonna get through this night with any semblance of dignity, I won’t be doing it sober. I debate getting up and sucking up my pride to apologise for being such a bitch. But then, what if he just laughs in my face and everyone else sees how much of a whiny child I was? Yeah, better not do that.

Amelia seems to notice him staring right at me because in a matter of seconds, she’s following his gaze and then walking over to me, that determined look on her face. She knows somethings going on, and she will demand to know.

“Okay, what the fuck. Did you and birthday boy get it on in the toilets or something without me knowing?”

I scoff and roll my eyes, not meeting her gaze and pouring some more blueberry flavoured courage down my throat.

“Obviously not, Amelia.”

She shakes her head and sits on the stool next to me, determined to get to the bottom of my awkward behaviour.

“Okay, listen. Me and you are gonna get out of here and go back to your apartment with a bottle of your favourite shit wine and we can talk all about it. I can tell you’re not enjoying yourself and I wanna know what’s going on. Gimme five minutes, i’ll be back and then we’re leaving.”

Before I can argue and tell her it’s okay, she’s going back to the group of lads and giving Johnny a kiss goodbye. It’s times like these where i’m reminded why she’s my best friend. She can read my feelings without me having to say a word, and she does truly care about me, even if my stupid little brain tries to convince me otherwise.

I leave the rest of my martini and make my way outside to have a cigarette while I wait for her. It’s well into the night now and considerably colder, and i’m mentally cursing myself for not wearing a jacket. I pull out another cigarette from my handbag and take a deep, long drag. The same burn, the same stench, the same short-lived relief. Just as i’m about to exhale-

“Leaving so soon, dove?”

For fuck sake. Why does this man have to show up at the worst times?

“Afraid so.. Past my bedtime.”

Again, the man laughs. Now, I know i’ve had too much to drink because I feel the warm, rumbly sound deep in my core, between my thighs. I don’t turn around to look at him, I can’t face him. I think i’ll die of embarrassment if I do.

I feel the warmth of something get draped around my shoulders, and the scent of spices and smoke mixed with expensive cologne. I’ve been nothing but a bitch to this man and here he is being chivalrous and giving me his jacket. I say nothing, but i’m grateful for the warmth.

“Hm. Shame. I quite enjoyed that little rant of yours.”

He’s doing in on purpose, i’m sure of it. He’s giving subtle digs to make me feel like even more of an idiot. It’s now when I spin on my heels to face him. I need to apologise. Now or never.

“Listen, about that.-“

“No need to apologise, dove. I liked the honesty. Not often I find a soft, beautiful thing like you with such fire in her.”

Just like that, i’m rendered speechless. I was expecting him to brush me off or belittle me or even scold me. But no. He’s giving me compliments like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I’m stuttering and fumbling over my words when Amelia walks about and grabs my hand, seemingly oblivious to the situation and pulling me into an uber. I get in, still speechless and head spinning. Is my head spinning because of the countless martinis I guzzled or because of him? I don’t know, and I can’t figure it out.

Amelia and I make it back to my apartment as we immediately kick off our shoes and crack open a bottle of shit wine and immediately I feel comfortable, i’m in my own space, drinking my favourite cheap wine with my best friend. Not surrounded by people I don’t know In some huge fucking mansion.

Amelia sits on the other end of the couch, legs intertwined with mine as she sips on the wine and gives me an expectant look, waiting for me to fill her in on tonight’s details.

“So… I went outside for a smoke and Captain Guy followed and sat down next to me. He asked if I was enjoying myself and I said no and went on a big rant, talking about how the only people that enjoy parties like that are rich arseholes and blah blah blah…”

I conveniently leave out the part at the end where he gave me his jacket and called me ‘soft and beautiful’. Which reminds me, I still have his jacket. I make a mental note to give it Johnny so he can give it back to him at some point.

Amelia’s eyes widen and she laughs.

“No way! Is that why he started talking about ‘rich arseholes’ in his speech?”

I nod, my face contorted into shame and embarrassment. Of course, Amelia thinks this is hilarious and nearly chokes on her wine.

“I felt like such a prat. It was the poor man’s birthday and here I am, basically calling him a rich arsehole…”

Amelia’s laughter dies down and she gives me a sympathetic look and a pat on the thigh.

“Girl, don’t even worry. He thought it was funny. Seemed interested in you. Even asked what your name was.”

My eyes instantly widen at the prospect of a man like Price being interested in a woman like me. I’m not exactly everyones cup of tea, i’m a big girl, rough around the edges, basically a hot mess on a good day.

“He what?!”

Amelia sports a shit-eating grin and nods, like she’s satisfied with herself.

“I swear. He came back inside and started asking about you.”

My face blushes like a fucking idiot and I have to bury my face in my hands. Since when did I become the type to get flustered and giddy over a man? Especially a man i’ve met once, and once only. But damn, what a man he is. That voice, broad shoulders, strong arms, thick thighs, strong hips…

The topic of conversation changes away from Price to Johnny and part of me feels grateful, though his words are still bouncing around my head like the DVD symbol on a TV.

“Not often I find a soft, beautiful thing like you with such fire in her.”

They bounce around in my head for the rest of the night, from when Amelia and I tuck into a greasy kebab, to when we settle into bed a good two hours later… The words are echoing around in my skull when my phone buzzes on my nightstand. I’m instantly ripped from my fantasies about the nice man with the wide shoulders when my brain reminds me the notification is probably from my shit-bag of an ex-boyfriend. I roll my eyes and breathe deeply before grabbing my phone, mentally preparing to read more false apologies when i’m completely stopped in my tracks.

Unknown: Nice seeing you tonight, dove. Think you still have my jacket. -JP

JP. The P is for Price, that much is obvious. But J? I begin to wonder about what his first name is… Jack? Jacob? James?

My thumbs hover over the keyboard as I rack my brain to come up with some sort of coherent response. I don’t even question how he got my number, i’m too busy focusing on the fact that he even texted me to begin with, and is calling me ‘Dove’. My stomach swirls. What do I say?

I put my phone down and decide i’ll reply in the morning when the alcohol is out of my system and i’ve had enough time to formulate a response that doesn’t make me sound like an absolute idiot. Until then, his words and text bounce against the corners of my skull, well into the hours of the morning.

[igetthedisneybox]

How did you decide which concept character was who's kid in your Encanto au?

Miranda: Miranda was automatically one of Bruno's once I decided to pair him up with Alejandra. The two women look far too similar to not be related.

Amelia and Sofía: I read a fic where the twins were Bruno's daughters, and really liked the idea. Plus, they look similar enough to Alejandra, but with Bruno's skin tone, I think it's believable they could be their spawn.

Princesa: I knew for sure I wanted Isabela to have a new "golden child" burdened by their gift, and Princesa fit that role nicely. I was also having trouble fitting her due to her random blonde hair, and since Isa adopts her kids, genetics didn't really matter.

Fuega: Fuega's whole thing seemed to be her annoyance at her "perfect" sister, so I made her Isabela's daughter -Princesa's sister- to reflect that.

Mariana: I saw someone use her, and just wanted to lol. Needed a third kid for Isabela, figured she'd work just fine.

Leta: Since she was supposed to be Pepa's twin, I figured making her her granddaughter was a good way to connect the two, and explain the physical similarites. She also matches Dolores and Mariano physically fairly well.

Andrés: Needed more boys, so I dug around in the Bruno concepts. This guy looked suprisingly like Dolores, with the darker skin and the curls, so I picked him.

Carlos: Had to use the famous Carlos. Since Camilo doesn't have bio kids, I gave him to Dolores to explain why he looks so much like Camilo. And looking at him, he actually resembles Mariano a lot lol.

Avila and Amada: When I raised Dolores and Mariano's kid count to five, I needed two more, and so I picked the two older twins from the girl cousins page. They have Dolores's ears and Pepa's smile, how could I not?

Tomás and Rómulo: Knew I wanted to use these guys from the begining (thanks for the idea!) but placing twins was hard, since I was acting under a strict 'three kid' rule for myself. I gave them to Luisa, since a) she was adopting so I didn't have to worry about genetics, and b) I rationalized that she would have kids the youngest kids, and be the last to have them, because she needed to work on her self care, and having kids is just about the opposite of that.

Zoe: Same reasons as the twins pretty much.

Hugo: Also an idea from you! He was originally Mirabel and Bubo's (because of his rockin hair and 'stache combo) but Óscar ended up being a better pick for those two. Thought it'd be nice to give the loud Camilo a quiet kid for a nice challenge.

José: He needs no introduction. It's obvious, even if he's adopted, that he's Camilo's kid.

Héctor: Since both Bruno and Isabela ended up with all girls, I wanted at least one of 'em to have all boys to even things out a bit. So I found a concept of Antonio I liked, and used him as Camilo's third.

Óscar: He was originally Bruno's, but when I added Bubo in, I realized how similar they looked, with the hair and the nose, and liked the idea of Mirabel having a kid with an "odd" gift.

Beatriz: She's a beta Mirabel. They look too similar to be anything else imo

Lidia: I just loved this early Luisa concept so freaking much. Thought she looked emough like Mirabel to be hers, and also gave her Bubo's stature (they both shorties lol)

[babydollmarauders]

GIRLS NIGHT — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “how drunk was i?” with Quinn.

warnings: intoxicated reader, throwing up

my body drips with sweat, my hair is falling from it’s updo, and i think i just lost one of my shoes; girls night is going swimmingly.

“y/n! stop! come put your shoe back on.” Amelia calls out from behind me. i glance back to find her trailing after me as i hobble off the dance floor, my heel in her hand and a frown on her face.

“oh, hey, i was looking for that.” my words are slurred, an aftermath of too many tequila shots and three long island iced teas. i stop, grabbing the lone shoe from Amelia and using her shoulder to stabilize myself as i slip it back on.

“i think it’s time to call Quinn to come pick you up.” she sighs. “let’s go find Ivy with our phones.”

“but the night is still so young.” i whine as she drags me behind her to our booth, where Ivy sits guarding our things.

“y/n, it’s almost two in the morning. the night isn’t young, it’s almost over.” Amelia sits me into the booth, digging through my purse for my phone.

“buzzkill.” i mumble, crossing my arms on the table and laying my head on top of them. Amelia steps away to make a call to Quinn, and Ivy keeps watch over me, though i don’t think she’s much help either; she’s drank just as much as i have, our only difference being that she can handle her liquor better than i can.

i raise my head back up to watch Ivy as she sips at a sprite, her eyes bloodshot and her lipstick faded.

“are you feeling fine? because i feel fine.” i say. she nods, her lips never leaving her straw.

“i feel great.” she mutters around the plastic between her lips. i hum in drunken agreement.

“me too.” i reiterate. Amelia steps back up to the table, heaving out a sigh as she flops down into the seat next to me.

“Quinn is coming to get you.” she tells me. “and then i’m taking Ivy back to my house. i would’ve brought you but i don’t think i can handle taking care of the both of you.”

Amelia was tonight’s DD. she only had one cocktail at the beginning of the night and then switched to soda, leaving her plenty sober by now to drive she and Ivy home.

we sit in silence for about ten minutes before i tried to escape back to the dance floor and Amelia had to pull me back down into my seat, satiating me with the promise of french fries when Quinn arrives. it’s another five minutes after that before my phone lights up with a text from him, telling me he’s here.

“c’mon Ives, let’s go.” Amelia holds a hand from both Ivy and i on our way out, making sure we don’t drift away from her like little children.

i smile when we step out into the chill Vancouver air, the breeze hitting my face.

“huggy!!” i beam when i catch sight of Quinn, leaned up against the side of his Audi. he pushes off, walking over and taking me from Amelia.

“hey, baby.” he coos, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “you have fun?”

“yeah! it was sooooooo fun!” i drag out and he chuckles.

“i’m glad. let’s get you back home, yeah?” he leads me to the passengers side of his vehicle and i whine.

“but my french fries!” Quinn sends a questioning glance toward Amelia.

“i had to promise her you’d get her some in order for her to stay at our table.” she shrugs. Quinn nods in response.

“okay, baby. we’ll stop at mcdonald’s on the way home. how about that?”

a grin spreads across my lips and i nod in agreement, letting him help me into the passengers seat and buckle my seatbelt for me.

“you’re the best boyfriend ever.” i tell him.

“i’m your fiancé.” he laughs, and i inhale a gasp.

“even better!” he bites back a smile, closing my car door and jogging around to his own. bidding goodbye and a safe drive to my friends, he slides into his own seat and starts the engine, pulling onto the road.

“don’t forget my french fries.” i mumble, laying my head against the cool glass of the window. he snickers.

“you can forget where your laptop is while sober, but you can’t forget about french fries when you’re drunk.”

“mhm!” i agree. i study his side profile as he pulls into the drive-thru for the nearest mcdonald’s, ordering me a large french fry and an oreo mcflurry. “you’re so pretty.”

“i’m pretty?” he laughs, handing me my food as he pulls away from the drive-thru window, pulling back out on the road to drive home.

“yeah.” i tell him. “like your mom. your mom is so pretty too.”

“i’ll be sure to tell her you think so.” he’s barely composing himself now as i respond with a ‘please do!’ and his eyes flicker to me every couple minutes to watch me as i eat my fries.

does he want my food?

i hold a french fry up to the side of his face and he grins, quickly turning his head to bite it from my fingers. i giggle as his teeth graze my fingertips and he winks at me.

Quinn turns into the parking garage, parking in one of our two designated spots, the other being taken up by my own car, and shuts off the engine. he slips out of the car, jogging around the back to open my door. i unbuckle myself and grab my mcflurry and fries and he grabs my purse and then helps me out, holding my hand the entire way up to our apartment. he unlocks the door and pushes it open, letting me enter first before he follows, locking the door behind us.

“are you done with your fries?” he asks, and i nod, handing him the rest. we stand in the kitchen in silence as i finish off my ice cream and he eats the last of my fries. when we’re both finished, he throws away our trash before walking over and taking my hand back in his.

“let’s get ready for bed.” he tells me, leading me down the hallway to our bedroom. he proceeds to help me as i get ready for bed; kneeling and taking my shoes off my feet, slipping one of his shirts over my head after i’ve gotten out of my dress, handing me makeup wipes from the package on our bathroom counter, and assisting me in brushing my teeth, before getting ready himself.

i slide under the blanket on our bed, waiting patiently for him to join me, and he does so when he exits our en-suite bathroom. pulling me into his side, he clicks off the lamp on his nightstand and presses a kiss to my lips.

“goodnight, baby.” he mutters.

“goodnight, Quinny. thank you for taking care of me.” i speak through a yawn, my eyes drooping shut.

**

i wake to bright golden rays of sun shining through the open window blinds, and a pounding headache. before i can even open my eyes, i’m hit with a wave of nausea, making me hop out of the warm bed and rush to the bathroom, dropping to my knees in front of the toilet.

i hear footsteps follow behind me prior to feeling callused hands graze my neck as they hold my hair up, one of them slipping down to rub my back as i heave into the toilet bowl. i wait until i’m sure i’m done before flushing, dropping to my butt to sit on the cold tiles.

“thank you.” i tell Quinn.

“of course, baby.” he replies, getting up and retrieving my toothbrush for me, handing it to me so i can wash away the awful taste. i stand, a hand to the wall as i rise, and make my way over to the sink, thoroughly brushing my teeth before following my fiancé back to bed.

i don’t think i can fall back to sleep after that, so i opt for checking my phone instead, finding a message from Quinn’s mother of her saying thank you and that i’m pretty too. i scrunch my face up in confusion but send back a text of gratitude.

“why is your mom telling me thank you and that i’m pretty?” i question, making Quinn chuckle.

“because you told me last night to tell her you think she’s pretty. so i told her this morning when she called me.” he informs me.

“oh.” i mutter. “how drunk was i?”

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[call-sign-shark]

shark should rlly drop whatever it is in her drafts about tom / mav now dont you guys thinks? 👀

If I'd listen to myself this account would be the lair of all my Tom Cruise fantasies 🥵 But for sure more Mav content is coming. I also plan to write his story with Shark but as Reader insert. Anyway, here is a little something to help you wait and to fulfill us; Tom Cruise's wives :B

Please like and/or reblog if ya liked it 💚

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✨DADDY'S BAD KITTEN ✨

Summary:  You see Mav wearing a suit for the very first time during Rooster's wedding, and it fucking turns you on

Words: 1.3k

Tags: pure smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, creampie, fluff, Mav doing a magic trick??? , self-indulgence

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Rooster's wedding had been a much-awaited event.

All the Dagger squad, alongside Penny, had helped the adorable engaged couple in their wedding preparations. Ridiculously anxious about the whole matter, Penny Benjamin took care of the most important aspects of the party and, fortunately enough, every single thing went according to her plans. She was a hell of an organizer.

"Oh my god, where's the key?" Amelia asked, awe-struck by Pete's silly little tricks. She looked at you, confused, then at her mother before shifting back her focus on Mav.

"I don't know, maybe... Here?" Pete snapped his fingers and the shiny golden key appeared miraculously between his thumb and index finger right in front of Amelia's astonished eyes. The teenager snatched the key from the Captain's hand and gazed at it very closely as if the trick's explanations were written on it.

"What the hell! How did you do that?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets" Mav teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

The whole sight was too adorable for your heart to handle. You've been flirting and sleeping with Pete Mitchell for one solid year, but it became official only a few weeks ago. Obviously, some were a bit surprised by your relationship, for you were twenty-five years younger than him - on top of being one of his students. Yet, everyone had been supportive, especially Penny. She knew he had fallen for you the first time she saw you talking together.

"So, did I impress you?" Mav cooed, catching your hips between his two large and warm hands. His face lighted up and his lips stretched in a wide toothy smile when his beautiful emerald eyes met yours.

"Hm?" It was all you managed to answer, for he had pulled you out of your thoughts. The lights were reflecting on his seductive face, rendering the green of his eyes lighter, and sublimating the lovely marks time left on his skin. Mesmerized by how good-looking he was, you had barely listened to him.

"You haven't heard what I said, right?" He chuckled and shook his head, knowing how dreamy you could be, "I wonder what occupies your mind..." He almost purred in your ear, kissing your cheek. He could not help but touch you. He was addicted to the feeling of your skin against his.

"I thought about you in that stupid suit. Seriously Mitchell, seeing you dressed like that turns me on so much it's torture to wait for the end of the wedding to feel you inside me..." You whispered, your words candy-coated with burning desire. Something snapped in Mav's brain, for he suddenly felt weak. He brought his warm lips to your forehead to lay a gentle kiss on it, and smell the intoxicating fragrance of your shampoo.

"Who asked you to wait?"

"Pete..." You retorted, one brow raised when he moved his head back to stare at your right in the eyes. His wide smile had turned into a small, seductive smirk, "Pete, no. We are at a wedding. We don't do that at a wedding..." Your voice broke at the sensation of his hands grabbing your hips with more fervor. Blood rushed between your legs at his arousing touch, "Don't give me that look."

"It's the only one I got, kitten." He quickly glanced around him to make sure no one would notice you, then he wrapped his muscular arm around your shoulders to leave the room.

Both of you were making out in the janitor's closet. Maverick was pinning you against the wall, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. You could feel his hard and fierce shaft slipping into your wet slit. Trying to hold your moan, you crashed your lips again his and parted them to let his fury tongue in your mouth. One of your hands ran through his perfectly combed brown hair while the other clenched on his back, your nails digging into the fabric of his blazer.

"You're so wet for Daddy." He whispered in a low voice, his charming smile making you blush, "What a naughty kitten you are, wanting me to fuck you during your best friend's wedding..." Your skin heated up as you felt the smooth head of his cock pushing against your tiny wet hole. He thrust it slowly, to feel your pulsing walls stretch as he buried the thick tip in your weeping pussy.

"D-daddy don't tease... Please" You begged. He could feel your legs trembling around him. Your pleading brought a sadistic smile to his face.

" You know I love to tease you, to turn you into a crying and frustrated mess. Fuck, you can't imagine how I want you to beg for me to ruin your body. But gotta be quick, Shark." He purred, licking the corner of your lips in a wet and warm stroke of his tongue.

Mav invaded you in one brutal movement. His hard cock stretched your walls in one sudden thrust, making you roll your eyes and bit your lips not to yell with pleasure: "Oh Daddy! " You moaned, torn between the relief of his dick filling you entirely and the frustration of him not moving.

"Fuck I missed that tight, young pussy of yours kitten... " He growled, trying to keep a bit of self-control. He was so enamored and so aroused by you, that he tended to forget about everything else than the carnal urge he felt for you. His hips bucked, fucking your poor delicate flower with a brutal and merciless rhythm.

You almost sobbed at his violence, for he was hitting that spot that usually made you drool on the pillow, "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Your moans were like a divine chant psalming your love for carnal lust. There he was, hypnotized by your mermaid's song, mixed with the delicious sound of flesh smacking, pussy crying, and his own growls. The sensual melody of your love filled the room.

Heat pooling in your belly, you tried to chase your upcoming climax to keep Captain Mitchell's hard cock a bit longer inside you - it felt so good to have him buried deep in your cunt that each time he pulled out something broke in your soul. You felt empty.

"Oh fuck, Kitten... " He gasped in pleasure, breath hitching and hips snapping. You felt his cock throbbing inside your walls and you knew he was about to cum.

"N-No Mav, don't! We are at a ..." You begged but he was not listening. Maverick moaned louder and, arching his back, he filled your hole with his warm cum in one final thrust. The sensation of his hot and milky seed made your toes curls in your heels. You threw your head back and cried as a hell of a climax almost knock you out. You panted, stars dangling in your vision, as your body cool down. You felt like you were floating.

"Good girl, Shark. Daddy's proud." Mav praised you and pulled out. Cum soon overflowed from your weeping pussy, forming long milky streams which ran down your thighs. You were back on your shaky legs, fighting not to collapse on the ground.

"We need to go back, they are about to bring the cake." He said, buckling his belt without looking at you. You shook your head.

"Wait, I can't go back like that! I'm... " Words are stuck in your throat.

"Your cunt is drooling with cum, I know." Mav raised one brow and smiled, a wide smile with perfect white teeth. You tried to reach your panties but he is quicker, and hid them in the pocket of his blazer, "Nope, you don't need that. I want you to come back to the room and have fun, acting like you are not filled like the bratty slut you are."

"But- but-" You panicked, and he gently caressed one of your blushed cheeks with his thumb.

"Keep your legs closed, Kitten. And I hope it will teach you not to call me Mav during sex. It's Sir or Daddy. Nothing else. Understand?"

"Yes Sir," You whispered.

Notes: this was inspired by the 2017 interview of Tom Cruise in the Quotidien. It's about 26 minutes long, and I only squealed for 25 minutes teeheeeeeee~ Seriously gimme that man pls

[suuuupernovaaa]

Secrets | Hobie Brown x f!Reader

The air is thick with smoke and body odor, and the sweet undertone of the mixed drink in my hand cuts through it, just barely, when I raise it to my lips. The bass from the speakers is so loud that I can barely hear myself think, and even though the music is good, I can't help but wonder if the band will be finished before the pounding headache sets in.

Amelia grips my elbow, pulling me towards the stairway. Just one flight up is the roof, and though it's packed with party goers and somehow almost as smokey as inside, it's much quieter.

Just the noise of traffic, chatter, people bumping into each other and apologizing, horns blaring, but no heart-thumping music.

I take a deep breath and lean on the hard concrete that lines the building, the only thing separating us from tumbling to the street far below.

"What's up with you?" Amelia asks, and I shrug, staring over the building down at the people walking by. It's nearly midnight, but the streets in this part of town always seem to be busy.

I wonder whose apartment this is, anyway? Hobie didn't say, and like usual, I didn't ask.

"Tell me." She gives me a gentle shrug. It must be the alcohol; tears gather in my eyes as I look back at her. "Oh shit. What is it?"

My mouth opens, and then snaps closed again.

"Is it Hobie?"

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When his band is finished, Hobie slings his guitar over his back and scans the room for her. Usually, she'd be sitting near by, listening, smiling and waving, encouraging him with just her presence, but she slipped away near the beginning of their set.

Where did she go? She's been so weird lately...

She's nowhere inside, so Hobie makes his way up to the roof, nodding and giving hand-shakes to anyone acknowledging him on his way up.

Hobie takes a deep breath. The air is crisp and cold up here. He spots her, to the right, through the crowd. Her colorful hair makes her easy to spot anywhere, even in crowds like this, where blonde or brown hair is the minority.

He approaches and stretches out his arm to grab her, but he catches his name, and stops to listen. Maybe she'll say something he can tease her about later.

"Is it Hobie?" Amelia, Y/N's best friend, asks. Hobie is confused by the look on her face. Brow furrowed, lips turned down... what's he done to upset them now?

Y/N nods. "Well it's... it's not Hobie, really. It's my fault. I keep thinking he'll figure it out, right? Like, I am pretty obvious about it, aren't I?"

Amelia reaches over, and though Hobie can only see the back of Y/N, it's pretty obvious Amelia is wiping away a tear.

He tries to remember if he ever saw Y/N cry before... he really doesn't think he has. She's a woman of few words, and even fewer emotions. What's got her so upset now? What's it got to do with him?

"There's no point, though. He doesn't like me. It's just hard, being around him so much."

Amelia pulls her friend into her arms, and Hobie feels sick to his stomach. Is that what this is about? Was Y/N's flirting not a joke, after all? He'd just assumed... it didn't seem like she was interested in a relationship with anyone, so he hadn't bothered her about it.

Suddenly, Hobie feels like he's intruding on something really private. Amelia lets Y/N go, and he has to choose quickly - retreat, or interject himself into their conversation?

"Hobie!" His choice is taken from him as, finally, Amelia notices he's there. She glances at him, and back at Y/N, panic on her face. "Great set!"

Hobie tucks his hands into his hoodie and strolls over, trying to remain as casual as he always appears. "Not like you two would know, up here chatting."

He throws his arm around Y/N, pulling her close, pretending he can't tell that her nose is red and her cheeks are a little wet.

"Needed some air," she says with a small shrug and a smile. Hobie isn't one for grand gestures, but seeing the tears on her cheeks and knowing they're kind of his fault, it makes him want to shout how he feels in front of everyone, right there. He could stand up on this ledge here and shout it. Confess that he's been in love with her since the moment they met.

But Y/N would hate that, and he kind of hates it too.

Amelia makes an excuse about getting everyone a drink, and slinks away, leaving Hobie and Y/N alone.

Hobie takes a deep breath, and opens his mouth to speak.

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Shit shit shit, I curse myself. Why was I crying? Why am I still crying? Hobie removes his arm from around my shoulders, and I quickly wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my sweater, hoping it isn't too obvious.

I know it is, though. Maybe Hobie will be polite and just ignore it. Not ask.

"I gotta tell you a secret," he says, leaning against the brick ledge, crossing one foot over the other. He tilts his head over, his hair flopping, and smiles.

"Okay," I reply, crossing my arms to stop myself from reaching out to adjust his studded necklace, which is just a little cock-eyed. I need to start keeping my hands to myself.

"I've got a big crush," Hobie says, his words running together in that way they sometimes do, causing a few second delay between them coming out of his mouth and me grasping their meaning.

It feels like a vice is starting to close around my heart, and a great lump rises up in my throat. The corner of my eyes start to sting. I look away, squinting into the distance. "Oh?"

Hobie rushes forward suddenly, grabbing both of my upper arms in his large hands. "Oh fuck, Y/N! It's you. Don't cry. It's you I've got that crush on."

I turn back to him, my jaw slack, and the tears don't know whether to halt or rush forth like never before.

"What?"

"Oh yeah, for a while now. Thought you were just joking, y'know, teasing, all those times you said that stuff. About me being cute and all. So I didn't tell you. But, I'm telling you now. I have a giant, proper crush on you. Want you to be my girl."

He's still gripping my arms so tightly, and he's staring intently into my eyes. My chest is heaving up and down, and just one or two tears escape, falling down my cheeks.

Before I can wipe them away, Hobie cups my face in his hand, and uses his thumb to brush the tears from my skin.

"No more crying now," he says with a tsk, tsk.

"Kiss me then," I reply, my voice quiet and breathy, as he has truly just taken it away.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a very signature Hobie smirk. "With pleasure," he says, and brings his mouth to mine.

I have been kissed before. Some have been good, some have been bad, and some have been downright sinfully excellent.

None of them compare to this. The soft warmth of his lips mixed with the cool sting of his lip piercing. One of his large hands holding the back of my head so I can't escape, as if I would want to, and the other tracing over my shoulder, down my arm, and finally around my waist. He pulls me firmly to him, my chest pressing against his, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on as if I may truly fall off this building if I let go.

I lose myself in it. Months of pent up sadness, frustration, anger and love are released. I sigh into his mouth, and I feel his lips curl up into a satisfied smile.

He pulls away for just a moment to look down at me, and we grin at each other, ear to ear.

"Wow," I say.

"Let's go back to mine. I'll show you wow."

[lieutenantfloyd]

When Duty Calls Part 2 | Cyclone x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: You arrive at The Hard Deck, a place that was once like a second home to you.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, and Hangman being... Hangman.

Authors note: Life with a neurodivergent brain means I haven't updated this series since September but I managed to write this chapter in less than a day. Writers block be damned lol.

Read on AO3

It only took you twenty minutes to arrive at The Hard Deck, but another twenty minutes elapsed before you were able to convince yourself to open the car door.

You savor one last minute of air conditioning before willing yourself out of the car. Each crunch of sand under your shoes feels almost deafening but you push yourself forward, instead letting your eyes examine the scene in front of you. It’s early evening and a decent size crowd is occupying the parking lot while a slow moving but steady stream of people flow through the front door.

You join the back of the pack and slip your phone out from your back pocket. As luck would have it, your phone—unused since before you’d gotten in the shower—opens directly onto the text-that-shall-not-be-named. The panic inducing text bubbles have vanished and your initial message remains the last one sent between you both. Half of you is flooded with relief by the lack of response while the other half is more bothered by it than you’d ever care to admit.

You peer around the man in front of you, hoping to find a spot to slip through, but to no avail. From where you’re standing, you’re granted a perfectly framed view of The Hard Deck’s sun washed coastal siding against the blazing blue sky. It is a view that fills you with both comfort and nostalgia.

The nights you’d spent at this bar were among the few memories you let yourself get lost in. Quarters in the jukebox, the feeling of salt and sun making itself home on your skin, Clinking bottles and cans together after a job well done, the biting taste of whiskey on your tongue while venting frustrations. All things that drove you away, yet they kept you going when you needed it most.

Your spiraling thoughts barely register when you remember the phone still in your hands. You hurriedly lock the screen and slide the device back into your pocket. You far from expect anyone peering over your shoulder to piece together exactly who had left you on read, but your instincts tell you that you can’t be too careful. You’ve seen first hand how people here ensure that even the most baseless rumors spread quicker than wildfire. The last thing you need is to be pulled into an office and reprimanded before this mission even begins.

You were now second place from the entrance, so you capture the remaining moments and stomp out the last bit of anxiety left in your gut.

You cross the threshold in one quick step, your eyes already scanning the room and taking note of how many of the faces in this bar were completely unfamiliar. Whoever had sent the summoning text you’d received roughly two hours earlier chose to leave out who or what you should be looking for, so you instinctively set off towards the bar. ~ There wasn’t an empty barstool in sight, so you stay on your feet and shoulder your way through the rowdy servicemen until you can lean your elbows against bar top. Your chosen attire of light wash jeans and a brown tank top is nothing special, but your actions have earned more than a few glances, and you felt myself wanting to shrink under their eyes. You push your insecurities aside just in time to spot the woman you’re looking for.

“Penny!” you call out, raising your arm above your head in a lazy wave. She pivots instantly at the sound of her name and freezes briefly as her eyes land on you. A wave of memories—both wanted and not—wash over you in the time it takes her to abandon the towel and glass she’d been drying and pace over to you.

In a past life, you’d spent the majority of your free time helping out behind the bar or escorting Amelia and her friends around town. Penny was like a sister to you then, and both her and Amelia had been two of the hardest people to leave behind.

“Now that’s a face I didn’t expected to see at my bar again.” Penny says bluntly, but you can see the tell tale signs of a smile threatening to shine through.

“It’s good to see you too, pen.” You say with an easy smile.

“I assume you got called back too?” she asks. You give her a curt nod in response.

“Well then it seems like your friends got the party started without you.” She says while signaling towards the pool table on the far side of the bar.

“Friends is a strong word.” You say dryly.

“Well, in that case,“ She starts, only to pause and crouch down behind the bar. “Go easy on them.”

She finishes her sentence with a soft laugh and slides a can across the bar towards you. You wipe the ice and condensation off the rim and crack open the soda. The action is so familiar you don’t even give the can’s label a glance. You make sure to take a long, dramatic swig in the process.

“Thanks.” You say, tilting the can towards her while simultaneously breezing past her comment.

“I mean what I said. I obviously don’t know what’s ahead, but I get the sense that they don’t either. Hold your cards close to your chest around them.” She warns.

“Yes ma’am.” You affirm.

The area around you has cleared a bit which gives you some much appreciated breathing room. Over Penny’s shoulder you watch yet another man approach the bar, only this time it’s a face you’re anything but excited to recognize.

Of course Hangman would be back too.

You fight back the urge to grimace as he calls out to Penny, who quickly acknowledges him before turning back to you.

“Do you still have my number?” She asks.

“Always.” You answer, which earns me a soft smile from Penny.

“Good. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“That we do.” you agree, trying your best to mask any lingering unease about what the following weeks had in store.

You take your time circling the bar, and keep your eyes on Hangman as Penny serves him another beer. You have half a mind to ask him if he has any idea why we were all called back, but the thought dies the minute he makes an painful show of checking you out.

"Hangman." You say with the fakest smile you can manage.

“Just when I’d thought you were gone for good…” he says while dragging his gaze slowly up your body until he reaches your eyes.

“I knew you’d be bored without me.”

Jake laughs while you take a sip of soda and swallow down the anger building inside you.

“Aw, how considerate.”

“We can’t all be complete assholes, so…” You respond pointedly.

Hangman gears up in rebuttal just as Penny calls out your name and waves you back over. He turns to make his leave—and you’re almost shocked he’s accepting defeat—but the shock instantly becomes irritation when you both back away while throwing each other equally unkind hand gestures.

Turning towards Penny, you let her take your free hand in hers and give it a sisterly squeeze. An uncomfortable silence lies between you, and you can practically see the wheels of contemplation turning in her head.

“Have you… talked to him?” She queries in a low voice.

You don’t know what your face betrays, but hers instantly fills with a look of regret. You change your grip on the soda can, the chilled aluminum suddenly searing against your fingertips. You open your mouth to answer but can’t find the right words. Thankfully, she seems to take the silence as a hint.

“Well, I hope to see you both around more often.” She says quietly. Her words are simple and pleasant, but you can’t help but feel the urge to read deeper into them.

“Yeah, me too.” You breathe.

She squeezes your hand once more, and you all but cringe as the vulnerability in your words and voice rings loudly in your ears. After the unfortunate events of the last ten minutes, you’re quick to follow Hangman’s path towards the pool table. ~ You can feel eyes on you as you drop into one of the surrounding barstools, but make no effort of acknowledging them. The game plan you’d written earlier in the day flashes through your mind, and you know you don’t want to draw any more attention to yourself than necessary. You chose to sit and observe for a while before briefly catching up with old friends from your first time at Top Gun over a few rounds of pool. Soon after, you use the uncomfortably tense exchange between Hangman and Rooster as cover and slink onto the stool next to Phoenix’s new backseater.

You quickly learn that as quiet as he may be, the WSO—who’s stationed out in Lemoore and has the name and callsign Bob, according to your former wingman Natasha—Is more than happy to engage in a bit of gossip. Something which you’re happy to do as you watch the last several aviators file through the door.

It is only when you rise from your seat to refill Bob’s bucket of peanuts that you notice the awkward hush falling over the group. It wasn’t hard to decide that if the already heavy dose of tension was anything to go by, this mission—and the complete lack of details as to why any of you had been called back here in the first place—has everyone feeling shook up.

Bucket in hand, you skim the outskirts of the group. And quickly share a collective double take with Harvard, Yale, Omaha, and Fritz. You know the same question weighing heavy on your mind is doing the same to theirs. Yet before you can ask, the sound of Phoenix’s voice commands everyone’s attention and breathes life into one of the many questions you are all dying to ask.

“Everyone here is the best there is. So who the hell are they going to get to teach us?”

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[veemunson86]

I see you everywhere

Pt 3, love of my life.

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it was Steve's idea, to write a letter to Eddie and burn it. you thought it was cheesy but decided to give it a shot. the heavy weight your heart felt for him ached more and more every day which was causing unwanted stress. going  into the 8th month of your pregnancy began to become unbarable without him. all you wanted was to feel him holding you late at night, but he couldn't, and that alone was a crushing feeling. at first you thought it was a horrible idea, but when you were missing him extra one day, you finally found the right words.

" my dearest eddie, today marks almost 8 months since you left me. it still hasn't gotten any easier. everyone says it gets better, but when? i miss you like crazy. i still wear your ring, but its too big for my hand so i have it on a chain i swear around my neck. i wonder what our wedding would have been like. i wonder how you would have raised our beautiful baby girl, would you have played her music to help her sleep? everywhere i go, its like you're here with me. i see you everywhere around the house that would have been ours. i wake up to what would have been the side of your bed, and its like sometimes i envision youre laying next to me... your hair a big frizzy mess. i find myself doing that a lot, thinking youre here with me, that maybe, just maybe you'll come back to me. but you wont, and that's when i snap back into reality. you're gone. its still hard to say out loud. our baby is growing so fast. she has a strong heartbeat. i remember when i would lay my head  on your chest when we would be on the couch, or laying in bed. it was my favorite thing to listen to. that day when i held you, i felt your heart slowly give out, and a part of mine died with you that day. everyone here says ive changed, and the truth is i have. the y/n i was died when you did, now I'm just the shell of the girl i once was. the shell of a girl who lost the one person she truly loved. but i wanna change, that's why in writing this. i wanna change for our girl. i wanna be the best version of myself i can, for her. it scares my thinking about having to do this alone, but i know I'm not alone. i have the kids, and steve, nancy and robin to help. they go with me to every appointment. i know she is gonna be so loved by them, and that makes me happy. i decided on a name. remember when we talked about a family of our own one day? we wrote down names that we would want for our kids. i found that notebook when i moved your stuff in here. our house. just like we wanted. 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom. big backyard, with a small swimming pool. it wasn't easy, but i had help. my parents and your uncle helped me until i could get up on my feet. i moved your stuff here, part of my thinks youre gonna show up one day. our bedroom is perfect. we both have a nightstand, i have pictures of us together o your side. i know it all sounds stupid, but its comforting. i have a few of your shirts in the closet, they still smell like you. i always loved that smell, like cinnamon and weed. it makes it feel like youre still here. i open up our closet and that's the first thing i smell, it smells like home. like you. i picked our girls name, i decided on Amelia. shes gonna have your last name. i set up her nursery with the help of steve, dustin, and max. her little room is adorable. i have a light pink crib, and above it there is her name smelled out in wooden letters. there is little ducks on the wallpaper, as when i went through my first nesting phase i didnt know the gender yet. there is a fuzzy white rug right by her crib, and a rocking chair so i can feed her in there. i wish you could be here to see it, but alas, youre not. so i guess this is my final goodbye to you. steve said writing this and burning it would give me piece of mind, and i think hes right. so goodbye my love, i will love you forever, please watch over me and our baby. i love you."

and with that, you folded the paper in half, throwing it in the fireplace, watching as it slowly turned to ash.

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Being Funny In A Foreign language

Chapter 7- Wintering

A/N: lots of sex. lots of dialogue. lots of feels. just everything is a lot. pretty paranoid about this one so lmk what you think!

warnings: kinky smut, depiction and discussion of mental illness.

***

Amelia couldn’t help but smile, walking backstage, as remnants of the boys’ spirited conversation reached her ears. Their voices filled the dressing room with laughter and idle chatter, like school kids back from winter break, getting caught up on all the latest from their friends. 

“Could I see that picture, again?” Matty giggled, his lilting laugh, distinct to anyone who knew him, was a sound that Amelia hadn’t heard in a good while. “I’m sending it to myself. For blackmail purposes.”

“Don’t you fuckin dare, Matty!” George jumped across the room in a futile attempt to retrieve the phone out of his hand. 

They both paused and redirected their attention as Amelia and Joshua walk into the room. A loud and incoherent greeting erupted from all four boys, gathering around the couple. 

Adam left the room to request that two extra chairs be brought in. Ross gave Amelia’s cheek a quick kiss, whispering a “welcome back, mate. Missed ya,” before turning his attention to Joshua. George, on the other hand, immediately dug into the airport candy, sampling a few out of each packet that they’d brought back for him. Matty and Amelia’s eyes met across the room, and before he could think, he rushed towards her wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. 

“You’re back.” He whispered, his face buried into her neck. He was sure he felt lightheaded as soon as he caught a whiff of her perfume. Amelia wondered if she’d detected something more than a casual greeting in his words, or perhaps it was just that his voice was muffled when he spoke?  

“How’ve you been, Matty?” she gave into the moment, rubbing his back gently. Matty felt his legs almost give out, wishing he could melt into her. 

“Miss you.” Was his feeble response to her question. 

once he'd finally mustered the courage to pull away, Matty saw that Joshua had been watching them with a puzzled look on his face. He quickly corrected, backing away from Amelia and giving Joshua a warm smile. “Hey, man! How’s California?”

Joshua’s mind recalled what had seemed, at the time, no more than a slightly odd detail from their trip to the exhibit.

As  Amelia and Joshua were getting ready to leave the event, a short and balding man had approached them. Joshua did not consider himself a fashion expert by any means, but even he could tell that this man’s suit costs more than the average Californian’s rent; his pinky ring, alone, was probably worth thousands.

“Mr. Fontana,” Amelia had said, sounding more surprised than courteous.

“Call me Marcus, please.” the man extended his hand out, shaking hers. “I just had to come over here and meet the woman who made Matty Healy give up his  beloved Fender Mustang.”

Amelia’s hand went limp in Fontana’s grip. “Beg your pardon?”

“I’m just sayin,’ sweetheart, if you can get that man to do that for you, you might as well marry him.”

Befuddled, Amelia stared blankly at the man’s face, until he’d let go of her hand and turned to Joshua.

“and you are?”

She shook off her confusion, putting on a deliberate smile, “Oh, please, forgive me. Mr. Font- Marcus, this is my boyfriend, Joshua. Joshua, please meet Marcus Fontana.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Sir, thank you for having us.” Joshua had taken the man’s extended hand.

“Boyfriend? Really?” Fontana asked, sizing him up. After a brief pause, recognition flashed across his eyes, “Oh, I see…” His eyebrow raised.

Amelia dropped the smile on her face, instantly.

“well, good luck, kid.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, walking away. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

That interaction had lingered in Joshua’s mind on their way back to the hotel, so, as they were getting ready for bed, Joshua asked Amelia if she and Matty had ever dated.

“Have we ever dated?” Amelia echoed the question. “No,” she turned her back towards him to brush her hair in front of the mirror. “I mean…there was a moment where we almost did, but no. We’ve never dated.”

“Almost? What changed?”

Amelia smiled, setting her brush down. “I mean, I don’t know if you can tell, but, Matty’s a bit of a whore.” She laughed. “…I say that affectionately, of course.”

“Oh? a handsome rich rockstar likes the company of beautiful women? How shocking.”

She giggled. “exactly.”

“California was great, man! Thanks to you.” Joshua smiled. “You sure we didn’t, like, put you out or anything? Getting us into the exhibit, I mean…”

“Not at all, bro. Glad you had a good time.”

***

Matty rushed to take refuge in the dimly lit corner of the roof party, glad to finally be alone for the first time since this morning. He struggled to sit still in his seat; leg bouncing; hands fidgeting with his sweater; crossing his legs only to uncross them again a few seconds later. He stood up, eventually, pacing  back and forth by his empty seat. 

“Perfect show as always,” Amelia smiled as she approached him. 

He looked up, beaming instinctually, “thanks, bro.”

She loved when he called her that. 

She sat in the chair that he’d abandoned, and he hovered by her side, his feet kicking a tiny pebble on the floor. 

They sat there, quietly, for a long while, watching the after party happen around them. Ross and John had roped Joshua into one of their made up, chess-adjacent games with complicated rules and elaborate levels. He was, earnestly, giving it his best shot. Polly and Gabi hung out by the pool, dipping their feet into the water and drinking, while George and Hann, on the opposite side of the water, looked engrossed in a conversation. Amelia tore her eyes off the vibrant scene, glancing up at Matty. He rubbed his temples repeatedly, keeping his head down, as he swayed in place. She could tell he was deeply uncomfortable though she wasn’t exactly sure why. 

“Matty? you alright?” 

He could barely hear her over the music, but she mouthed her question again when he glanced at her. He nodded, hesitantly walking closer towards her. 

“Hey, you look a bit…I don’t know? Pale?” Her brows furrowed as she studied his face closely. 

“Fine….just a bit, erm, dizzy, I think?”

Amelia jumped to her feet. “Come, sit down!” 

“N-no, it’s alright. Stay….I’ll just…” he sat on the arm of the chair. “That alright?” His arm wrapped around the back, leaning over her. 

“Yeah, yeah.” She gave him a soft smile, but it was really just an excuse for her to look into his eyes and watch him closer. 

“I’m fine, Amelia.” He chuckled, catching on. 

Her eyes shot towards his still bouncing leg. “Mhm.” She nodded knowingly. 

They fell silent again. Amelia wondered to herself what he was thinking about and how he was feeling. Though he was sitting right next to her, he felt miles away.

“Are you mad at me?” Matty asked unexpectedly. 

“What? No! Why would I be?”

He winced when the song in the background had reached a crescendo. He wanted to say because you didn’t text or call while you were gone. Because we haven’t spoken since you literally whipped my ass and left me there. But he figured she wouldn’t take kindly to any of that. Instead, he asked, “so, are you gonna come and see me tonight?”

“Wasn’t planning on it-“

His heart sank “Why not?”

“Last time I did, you said-“

“Please, Amelia. Please forget what I said.” His hand reached for hers, squeezing it. 

“Does that mean you want me to come see you tonight?”

He nodded, embarrassed, but desperate enough to confess, “just….need you to hold me.”

Her eyes shot up towards him, confused by his markedly changed tone. For as long as she’s know him, Matty has never said anything like that to her.

“C’mon then,” she squeezed his hand back, pulling him to his feet. “let’s go upstairs.”

“What about the party?”

She glanced over at Joshua, who seemed occupied with his friends, “Parties are overrated.”

***

In the elevator, Amelia finally asked, “Matty, you don’t look well. What’s going on?”

His eyes squeezed shut to avoid the harsh overhead light. “Everything’s a bit….too much.”

She wasn’t quite sure what he meant but she nodded anyway. 

“Too much sound. And light. And too many people. Everything’s loud.”

Still slightly unsure, she wrapped her arms around his waist, briefly, in an attempt to comfort him then realized that, perhaps he needed the  exact opposite and immediately pulled away. 

***

Matty and Amelia laid on their sides, in bed, facing each other. She took note of the fact that he blushed every time that their eyes met but she kept the information to herself, knowing that if she teased him about it, he’d squirm away. Instead, her hand played with his hair, lightly. 

Matty felt his mind slow down, his body relaxed. In the ambient atmosphere of the hotel room, there was finally less noise, less light. A single person, a singular, sweet, touch to focus on. Away from the cheering crowds and the spotlights following him around onstage, he could finally begin to process his day.

“So, how’ve you been?” Amelia spoke, after a while, her voice barely above a whisper, hoping she could get him relaxed enough to fall asleep. 

Matty shrugged silently.

“Why? What’s going on? You seemed a bit better before the show.”

Matty nodded. “I was. At least I think I was. 

He took a deep breath, “ I’m trying, I promise.”

“I know you are, Matty.” Her hand left his hair, moving to caress his face instead. “How’d you do while I was gone?”

He shuffled closer and closer to her, burying his face in her chest to hide from her expectant eyes, resting his hands at her hips  and hoping she’d get the hint and hug him back. She did. Her arms wrapped around him protectively, but she proceeded with her line of questioning anyway. 

“ have you been getting enough sleep?”

“Doing my best, but….its hard. Sleep doesn’t come easy.”

She squeezed him tighter. 

“Been napping on the tour bus though. In between cities. Better than nothing, right?”

“Right.” She rested her chin on top of his head. “What about appetite? Been eating?”

“Yes; actually! Once a day.”

“Matty!”

He giggled and she felt his breath on her skin. “I’m trying to work my way up to more. Been better about it since the boys have been back.” 

That amendment reassured her. “I’m glad they’re all back. You all function better as a unit.”

She could feel him smile in agreement. 

“What about exercise?”

Matty whined and squirmed in her arms, which, she took as her answer.

 “No workouts at all in the past few days?”

“None.”

She sighed loudly, unsure what words to use in reprimanding him. To an extent, it wasn’t his fault. It’s his illness that sucks the life and energy out of him. But she needed to incentivize him to try. 

“What about the last rule we set?”

The question hung in the air for a moment before he registered it. 

“Oh, that! I’ve been good about that, I promise.” She heard him giggle softly. “Haven’t touched myself at all. Genuinely!”

 “I believe you, Matty.” After a brief pause, she said,  “good. That’s good.”

“If I’m being honest?” he stuttered.  “it’s only partially me being good. The other part is….erm…I’m scared I won’t be able to get it up again.”

His sheepish confession made her break out into a silent chuckle, Matty felt her breathe in and out as she laughed, prompting him to blush, in return. 

“Appreciate the honesty.” She giggled. “Guess we have one thing to reward you for, and quite a few to punish you for, huh?”

He nodded, feeling guilty for letting her down.

He intertwined his legs with hers, getting restless. She felt him shuffle and squirm. He wanted to be even closer to her. Even though he knew it was impossible. He was literally burying himself in her. 

“Everything alright?” She looked down at him tossing around in her embrace. 

“Want you.” He whimpered, meek and small. 

“Hey, I’m right here….literally right here.” It didn’t seem to persuade him. “Matty, are you okay?”

He exhaled, loudly, “sorry, sorry- uhhh, I’m fine.” He went still.

“You don’t need to be sorry, honey…”

His stomach fluttered at the term of endearment, instantly wondering how seriously she meant it. 

“Where should we start?” She asked with a mischievous smile. “How bout this? You get to pick your punishment and your reward, and I’ll decide which one we do first.”

Matty’s heart raced in his chest; he thought for a moment, then, “for a reward- I-“ the words felt heavy on his lips. “Could you maybe stay the night?”

“What?”

“Doesn’t have to be tonight.” He added, quickly, to reassure her. “You can decide when works for you. But….I’d like it if you- maybe didn’t leave afterwards. We don’t have to do anything, either.” He glanced at her, briefly, and saw that she seemed confused. “ Like I’m not asking for more sex. We could just hang out. Get dinner. Or just chill, really.”

“Matty- gosh, I-“

“Is it too much? Would you rather not?” his mind, and mouth, panicked.  “It’s fine. Knew it was a big ask. Forget- forget this reward” he moved his hand dismissively, as if to wave it off. “I have another idea.”

Amelia stared at him blankly, speechless. He took her silence as a sign to proceed. 

“Fuck, this one’s pathetic…. but I suppose I’ve already embarrassed myself…” he giggled, darting his eyes away. 

“What is it? Go on. Tell me.”

“For a reward, would it be okay if…. Like, if you tell me the good things that you like?”

“Pardon?”

“Like- if I do something that you like- can you maybe say so?”

Amelia repeated his words in her head a few times, attempting to decipher them. “You want me to say that I like something? I’m sorry, Matty, I don’t follow.”

 “I’m trying to ask for praise, okay?!” He blurted out, immediately grabbing a pillow and burying his face into it, screaming “fuckkkkk.” He huffed into the fabric. “told you it was pathetic.”

Amelia laughed, heartily. She thought it was the sweetest thing she’d ever heard. “C’mon! Don’t be embarrassed!! It’s really- umm…cute!”

“Oh fuck off!”

“Matty, c’mon. Look at me. Sit up. Eyes on me.”

Despite some resistance, Matty eventually mustered the courage to dig himself out of the pillow and look at her, his face burning red.

“it’s just….it seems- well, okay- Are you saying you didn’t feel…acknowledged or assured enough last time?”

He shook his head, timidly. 

“Okay, okay….good to know. That other stuff you said about wanting me to stay afterwards…”

“You can’t, can you?”

“Well, what I’m hearing is that last time wasn’t a good experience for you. I think we should talk about that.” Amelia’s tone shifted, becoming increasingly more serious. 

“Why?? Was it not good for you? Did you not have fun?”

“Matty,” she placed her hand on his arm, squeezing it gently. “I had fun. More fun than I expected. But right now we’re talking about you.”

“Had fun too.”

“But?”

“But, erm, I- after you left, I felt…” he sighed, “like I wasn’t good enough. Like I could’ve done more.”

“Done more what? Matty, all you had to do is lie there and take it..”

He shrugged. “It’s just a feeling I had. Like….like I could’ve taken more, or- or I could’ve squirmed less, or, could’ve gotten you off, or-“

“We should’ve talked about it before I left.” Realization dawning on her.  “You always made us talk about it afterwards.” Amelia got off the bed, beginning to pace back and forth. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Matty’s head dropped lower, his gaze focusing on the duvet. “I’m sorry. I should have. I’m sorry…”

“No, no. I’m not blaming you!” She threw her hands up in frustration. “I guess- I had assumed- since you were always telling me how important it is to communicate or use the safe word or whatever….that you knew that. That I didn’t have to tell you.”

“I- I just didn’t want to be needy.” His own words made him uncomfortable.

Amelia’s face contorted, pained by the words he spoke. She lunged back on to the bed, grabbing his face urgently. “Don’t say that. You’re not being needy. You hear me? Please, I need you to understand that. Okay?”

A small hum left his lips and she let go of him, sitting back with her legs folded under her. “I’m not very good at this whole….taking charge thing, am I? You always made it look so effortless.”

A smile crept on to his face, “It’s true I do have a tendency to do hard things with easy swagger.” Matty said with seriousness.

She burst into a chuckle. He was finally sounding like himself for a change. She slapped his chest, playful. “Narcissist.”

“You said it; not me!”

“Can I kiss you?” 

“I’d love that.”

She closed the gap between them, leaning in, and holding on to him. Their lips locked, teeth crashing, rendering them a giggling mess, but they kept going anyway. His arms squeezed around her waist. Hers let go of him and found the hems of his sweater, slowly slipping it off of him. 

His chest was hot to her touch. she could feel his heartbeat. She unbuckled his belt slowly, glancing at him to check in. 

“Amelia?” His voice was barely audible. 

“Yeah?”

“This is….erm….a touch humiliating, but I- well, I haven’t…I haven’t showered.”

“Oh.” Her hands paused their fiddling. “Like…after the show?” She knew his routine enough to know that this was odd. 

“Yeah.” He looked away as he spoke, “…or….before actually. Like….not in a couple of days.”

She nodded as he spoke, to indicate that she was listening. “That’s…that’s okay. It’s fine with me if it’s fine with you?”

“Yeah….fine with me I just…wanted to…” he let his sentence trail off. 

Amelia kissed his cheek. “I get it. No worries.” Giggling at his embarrassment. “You’re so cute, you know?”

***

Matty felt a strange wave of anxiety crash over him the further that Amelia got from him. She’d settled between his legs, her hand wrapped around his half-hardened cock, yet his head was too full to enjoy any of it. All he could think about was how much warmer and safer he felt with her body around his, now that he had to lay his head on the bed, instead, everything felt overwhelming again. He propped himself up in an attempt to see her. A shooting pain rushed up his neck.  he screamed out “HOLY FUCK!! Owww!”

Amelia panicked. “Oh my god, what? What’s happened?!!  Did I…was I not supposed to-“

“N-no- ouch! It’s fine-  you’re fine.” Matty hissed, grabbing the back of his neck. “It’s me….my fuckin neck. Cramp. I don’t know.”

She crawled up the bed quickly, sitting back next to him. “Lift up, let me see.” 

Amelia tested the waters, touching his neck lightly and checking for any discomfort. “Looks fine. No swelling or anything. Mind if I touch it harder?”

“Go for it.” Matty said with a scrunched face, bracing himself. 

He gasped when Amelia’s delicate touch turned into kneading, attempting to give him a massage. 

“Does that hurt?”

“not really. I think it’s helping.” He smiled through the mild discomfort, relaxing into her touch as he got used to it. “Think it’s the guitar strap.” He eventually decided. “Had it on a weird spot between my neck and shoulder earlier and….it felt a bit off.”

“Oh, Matty….those things are heavy! You’ve got to be more careful.”

“Excuse me, I’m very strong, you know.” He curled his biceps to prove it. 

“Quit fuckin moving” she laughed. “You’re not. You’re just a baby.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ve been doing this a long time now. Even long before the muscles too! I know how to carry a guitar! Just….didnt want to stop mid-song to adjust it.”

“Whatever you say, tiny baby.” The smile palpable in her voice.

***

“You wanna try this again?” Amelia asked, from between his legs, kissing up his body, from his stomach to his chest.

Matty nodded, eagerly. He watched her retrieve the lube bottle, squirting some on her hand, and on his body, before delicately wrapping her hands around his length. He blushed watching her handle him and whispered “cold” when the lubricant touched his skin. 

Amelia flicked her wrist, stroking him the way that he’d taught her to, but Matty was acutely aware of the fact that he was nowhere near as hard as he should be. His mind drowning in doubt and concern, the more he tried to focus, the more difficult it became. His worries were now turning into frustrations, his hips thrusting into her hand in a desperate attempt to feel something. 

“Fucks sakes!” He groaned. “I’m sorry.”

Slowly, Amelia let go of him, and shifted to sit by his side. She gave his cheek a quick kiss. “Nothing to be sorry about.” 

Matty was grateful for her calm response, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

She began to re-dress him, sliding his boxers back over his hips. “Gosh, Matty….” She gasped, “Is.. that from…the- belt?” She’d noticed the welts, now turned blue and purple streaks, all over his ass.

“mhm.”

“fuck,” she whispered, running her fingers over the belt marks. “I did that?”

Matty wasn’t sure if her question needed an answer, or if it was rhetorical.

“Did I over-do it? Did I hurt you?”

“No. I like it.” Matty smiled.

“the pain?”

“the pain, you marking me up, the sting ever time that I sit down or move, that reminds me of you…all of it.”

Amelia let go of her breath, relieved to hear that Matty felt good about it. “Can I- see? Could you…turn on your stomach?”

“you…want me to flip over, so you could see my bruised ass?”

She batted her lashes at him, flashing him a smile that he could never say no to.

“fuck, I mean, this night couldn’t possibly get more humiliating, why not.” He rolled on his stomach, feeling vulnerable again.

 Amelia examined her handiwork, closely, squeezing Matty’s skin and watching him jolt. Then, feeling slightly guilty about her new-found morbid fascination with inflicting pain on him, she kissed all the areas where she could see that she’d split the skin and drawn blood. Matty’s body shuddered, his skin prickling with goosebumps. He moaned into the pillow, feeling exposed. His body was betraying all his secrets, she could see and hear exactly how he felt.

“You gotta see a doctor though, okay?” She finally pulled his clothes all the way back on him. “for your dick, I mean.”

He resigned to his fate, nodding defeatedly. 

“It’s gonna be okay.”

Matty clicked his tongue, “what if it’s not though? What if I’m old and decrepit now?”

She grinned, “you’re not. You’re a stallion.”

He chuckled. “A what now?”

“Like a horse.”

“I know what a stallion is. Just….not very stallion like of me.” He gestured towards his groin. 

“Happens to the most virile of horses…I’ll help you make the appointment. Who do you boys see while on tour? Can you make appointments online?”

“Yeah” Matty nodded. “Yeah, I’ll show you.”

***

“While we’re at it.” Amelia clicked the “+” sign to open a new tab in the browser. “I was thinking we could….buy some stuff.”

Matty frowned. “What do you need to buy?”

It quickly dawned on him what she had in mind once the search results showed a wide variety of sex toys.

“Oh…Christ! Are you sure about that?”

“Okay, so,” Amelia started as her hands ran through his hair. “I think we need to make more of an effort to talk things through.” 

Matty looked up at her, his head resting on her chest. “Mhm.”

“In the spirit of that….what about punishments? What’re your limits and stuff.”

“Don’t think I’ve got any.” Matty shrugged. 

dissatisfied with his response, Amelia began to list off some of the options that she saw on the screen. “You’ve got paddles, chains, rope, spreader bars, cuffs, cock rings, wax, knives, electric pads-“

“Amelia.” Matty looked her directly in the eyes, “these all sound fine to me. Buy whatever you want.”

She sighed. “But what about what you want?”

“I- I want anything that you want. I’ll try anything that you want to try. You can do anything that you want to do to my body.”

Amelia’s heart raced, transfixed by his eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to look away. She didn’t know how to respond to that. Her mouth felt dry, her words a broken stutter. 

“Here.” Matty reached into his pants pocket, producing his wallet. “Use this.”

“Wha-what?” Still thrown off, Amelia needed a moment to come back to her senses

“Take my card. Any of the credit cards in here. If you buy anything.”

“Oh.”

***

“Are you gonna leave me?” Matty asked as he watched Amelia get dressed. 

“Nope. Mind if I stay over tonight?”

His whole face lit up. 

“We could….run you a bath. Or, I don’t know, watch a film? Only if I get to choose what we watch though!!”

“Amelia, I’m depressed — and possibly impotent— not paralyzed. I can run my own bath.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’m gonna pop by my room. Get the bag of weed I brought you from LA. Order us some room service, would you?”

***

The air on the balcony was chilly, but the hotel had provided a space heater that allowed Amelia and Matty to enjoy the outdoors late at night. She sat opposite him, her feet crossed on the outdoor couch, wondering to herself why he’d been so quiet.

“Do you know about the Melrose Place activism thing?” Matty spoke, out of the blue, slouching in his chair and waving his blunt around.

“The what?”

A smile stretched across his face before he’d even spoken, clearly amused by the store that he was about to tell. “So, you know the 90s tv show Melrose Place?”

“Vaguely…”

He nodded, taking a puff of his joint, and hummed, too impatient to move the blunt away before speaking. “Right, so, there was this- university professor, I think….he had this idea for an art exhibit that would be, sort of, showcased on tv. This was in the 90s, mind you, so before streaming and all that…”

Amelia nodded along.

“So, I guess he was watching Melrose Place with his wife or something, and he decided to do it on that show. Like…like display shit in the background as part of the set.”

“Oh, that’s interesting…”

“Isn’t it? Anyway, so, him and his students decide that it would be funny if they did it in secret, right? So, without permission from the network or the producers or anything…” Matty’s grin grew larger as he spoke, his droopy eyes sparkling like the starry sky above. “they found the set decorator, and I guess cuz they decided to put in protest art, she was into it. She like considered herself very leftist, or whatever.” He laughed, bringing the joint to his lips again.

“that’s wild!”

“mhm…so, like, every episode, they would put protest art in the most plain and innocent places. Like, erm….” Matty’s brows crossed as he attempted to recall some examples. “bedsheets with unrolled condoms as a print pattern. Used as the sheets on the bed in a scene where the romantic couple are sleeping together. A pillow with the structure of the AIDs virus embroidered on it. Chinese food containers with human rights  symbols….shit like that.”

“What? That’s insane!”

Matty fixed his posture, leaning forward as his story picked up, “It gets even better. So, they took it a bit too far one week. They featured a painting of the Oklahoma City bombing, or some shit…the producer noticed. But when the set decorator confessed to him, this guy- fuckin goated!- he was really into the idea. So, he let the professor and his students have more access to the show. Can you believe that? Gave them scripts so they could choose art that was relevant to the episode, let them come to set…all of it!!”

“no fuckin way!”

“I know!” Matty chuckled, his smoker lungs giving out, he launched into a coughing fit.

“Anyway,” he cleared his throat.

“Is that what you think about when you get stoned? Protest art in 90s soap operas?”

“well-" he rolled his eyes, "I just think the juxtaposition between, like, a completely apolitical, harmless little tv show, and the protest art in the background as the characters do mundane things is a cool idea.”

“it is.” Amelia affirmed, calmly, amused by his thought process.

A comfortable silence settled between them. Amelia found herself compelled to admire Matty as he smoked in his seat, looking up at the sky every once in a while. She had no idea she’d been smiling until Matty pointed it out.

“What’re you smilin’ at?” Matty asked, his lips involuntarily mirroring her smile. “What? Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

Amelia shook her head, giggling. “I was just thinking about how pretty you look in the moonlight. It’s too bad we’re not fucking.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean….your arms and your tattoos...that hair? You’re looking very…umm,” she bit her lip, smiling coyly.

“What? ‘very’ what?” Matty leaned closer, on the edge of his seat.

“Very fuckable.”

His mouth fell open as he took her words in. “Christ!” He mumbled under his breath, then, with a noticeable shift in demeanor, “well, just cuz I’m out of commission, doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun.” He winked playfully. “I could still get you off without my dick, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I’ve got a mouth, fingers, two thighs if that’s what you’re into….”

“You’d- you’d be okay with that?”

“Okay with what? You using me and my body for your own pleasure? Focusing on making you feel good and giving you what you want without regard for myself or what I might need? It would be my fucking pleasure. Literally and figuratively.”

****

Amelia’s body shook, her thighs clamping around Matty’s head as he licked into her.

“Oh, fuck! Matty, don’t stop!! Ye- yeah, right there…” her hands reflexively reached for his hair, tugging on it harshly as her pleasure spiked.

Matty whined in pain when she accidentally pulled at his hair a bit too harshly, his breath against her clit only spurring her on even harder. She held his face against her core, pulling at his hair whenever he tried to back away for a breather, before long, she was riding his face. Though the natural instincts of his body fought it at first, he eventually gave in, letting her move him however she wanted.

“Oh- matty- I’m close.” She moaned. “I’m gonna…cum. Should I- on your face? That okay?”

Matty tried to nod, but the grip she had on his hair sent a shock of pain through his body. “Uh-huh” he sounded, his voice vibrating against her center and pushing her over the edge. He felt weak and short of breath, but he tried to work her through her orgasm, lapping up at her cunt as it dripped over his face. Her hand loosened its hold on him, her thigh relaxing around his head, she let go as she came down from her high, giving him a chance to breathe.

“That- was…. amazing.” She panted, looking up at the ceiling with a smile on her face.

Matty crawled up the bed to be by her side, kissing her cheek sweetly.

“Oh, wow, look at you.” She chuckled at his disheveled hair and puffy, pink lips. “I think you’re starting to get somewhere?” She pointed at the bulge that had formed in his underwear. Matty blushed, casting his eyes downwards.

“You literally get off on making other people feel good?”

Was it that? Or was it the pain? Perhaps it was both, or simply the fact that it was her. He didn’t really know.

“Mhm.”

“That’s kinda sweet, actually.” Her heart melted at his embarrassed expression. “I could go for round two, if…?”

He nodded, rushing to undress, but stopping himself moments later. “Sorry- I- May I?”

She kissed him, whispering, “good boy,” in his ear. “Yes, you may. Get yourself nice and ready for me, yeah?”

Once ready and lubed up, Matty’s hands fidgeted nervously, wanting to initiate but feeling uncertain. “Umm…where- how do you want me?”

“I wanna be on top.” She smiled, patting the space next to her for him to sit in.

Matty moaned as she sunk down on him taking him a bit at a time, until she went all the way.

“Oh- fuck…Amelia, you- feel so good.” his head thrown vackwards to rest against the bed frame.

“Yeah?” Her hands rested around the base of his neck. Not quite squeezing, just adding some weight, a gentle reminder that she had him by the throat. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Nearly forgot how tightly you fit me.”

“M-mi-missed you.” He whimpered, “missed this.”

“I’m gonna start moving now, you ready?”

Matty nodded, instantly jolting in shock when she began to move her hips. He wasn’t as ready as he thought he would be.

“A-Melia? Am I…allowed to - tou-touch you?”

She smiled, with her eyes closed. “Yeah.” She whispered. “You’re allowed., sweet angel.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before she felt Matty’s lips on her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over her, while his hands cupped her breasts.

Matty felt her pick up speed, her movements less deliberate, more desperate, her breathing shallow, all reminding him that he knew the signs that her body often gave.

“You close?” He asked, kissing her cheek.

“Oh my god, yeah…so close…”

He leaned forward, moving away from the headboard and hugging her tightly. “I’ve got you. I’ve got it from here. You can- yeah…you can stop if you want.” He took over, thrusting upwards, his hips slamming into her.

“O-oh! Fuck! Yeah, thats it!”

He found a rhythm that seemed to get her clenching tightly around him as he repeated his motions over and over, she kept her chest pressed into his, sweat adhering their bodies to each other, her head resting on his shoulder as she moaned and called out his name.

“You’re- shit!- you’re shaking, Matty. You close? Wanna cum to-gether?”

Matty shook his head and kissed the side of her neck before thrusting again. “Nu-uh. No, this….is about you.” He panted, biting his lower lip to conceal a moan.

“Can be about both of us.”

He shook his head again, more passionately this time. “Want it to be about you.”

With a final thrust, Amelia didn’t have time to process his words or respond, she felt her orgasm hit, waves of pleasure overpowering her. Matty held her tight, letting her dig her teeth into his skin and bite his shoulder as she contracted around him, cumming all over his cock. 

He smiled faintly as she trembled in his arms, feeling the aftershocks of her pleasure run through her. 

“You good?” He asked softly. 

She grinned, sleepily, adjusting her head on his shoulder. “So good.”

Once Matty was sure that her body had stopped shaking, he slowly peeled his skin away from hers, dipping his head low to kiss all over her. 

“Mmm…that’s nice.” She sighed. “Tickles.” 

She mustered enough strength to eventually roll off of him. “Oops. Made a mess all over you.” She giggled, “want me to suck you off? That’ll clean it up?”

Matty smiled. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll- uh…get us cleaned up in a second.”

“Wait! You haven’t….you know…”

“It’s okay. I don’t want to anyway.” He waved her off. 

“I’m sorry, you DONT want to cum?”

“If I do….i’ll be tired after... less present…”

“It’s alright. I’ll take care of you." she offered. "unless... Do you not feel safe with me?”

“I do! Of course I do! I just wanna take care of you!!!”

“Matty-“

“No! Wait, listen, you’ve been doing so much for me lately. I wanna do this for you. Okay? Please? Just want you to know that I appreciate you and I- I want you to feel good.”

Amelia felt herself well up. She blamed her emotional state on the post-orgasm high, giggling at herself. “Matty...” She had nothing more to say.

***

Matty felt a quiet joy when he woke up to find himself in Amelia's arms the next morning. he could not believe he'd gotten this lucky. He squeezed closer to her, wanting to memorize every little detail about this moment: her scent, the peaceful look on her face as she slept, the feeling of the soft bedsheets against his skin....

an overwhelming sense of fear followed closely behind the moment of joy. He knew he wasn't entilted to feel as good as he just did. The more he wished he could have her by his side, in his bed, every morning, for the rest of his life, the more he feared that he would lose her. get used to and depend on everything being great only to fuck it up, hurt her, and lose the good thing that he leaned on. He found himself leaning into the fear when Amelia had woken up, in a hurry to get to her room, declining his breakfast invitation.

He watched her walk out on him and feared that she would never walk back in. In a panic, he reached for his phone, quickly scrolling through his DMs to find the messages that he'd once exchanged with a New York - based model.

hey

in town for msg soon

you around?

[callsign-magnolia]

Last Christmas

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

Warnings: Illusions to cheating, mentions of alcohol, crying.

Summary: Your relationship with Rhett is great, until it's not. But was it truly ruined, or did everyone else's opinions influence you.

This was for @lewmagoo's Christmas celebration! I'm still trying to stay offline but I just had to post this!

Word Count: 5.3k

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“I love you, darlin’.” Rhett whispered as he rested his forehead on mine. “I love you too, Rhett. With all of my heart.” I whispered back as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He held me close as he swayed us between the trailers. The town's annual Christmas party was a hit. It was held at the rodeo grounds, and of course, with it being Amelia County, we have an annual Christmas rodeo. Rhett had an amazing ride, taking first place for the second year in a row. As soon as he came out he scooped me up into his arms, kissing me in front of the entire crowd. It's been almost  a whole two years since we started dating, and I couldn't be happier. In high school, I never could've imagined myself with Rhett. We knew of each other but I never thought he'd be interested in me. So I was very shocked when we bumped into each other when I moved back home from college and he asked me to dance at the Pit Bar.

“You still haven't told me what you want for Christmas.” He said, leaning me against his trailer. “I told you. Same thing as last year. Just you.” I said, pulling him into another kiss. “Oh come on!” He said, squeezing my sides and making me giggle. “You forced me into telling you what I wanted, and I know you got it.” It was true, I held him by the crotch in the Abbott Family barn and threatened to not sleep with him unless he told me, and I did buy it. “So I think it's only fair if you tell me.” He said. “Rhett.” I whined and he pressed me into the trailer a little harder. “C'mon darlin. I think I know what you want.” He said and I raised a brow at him. “And what do you think that is?” I asked. “I saw you looking at that book collection on Amazon.” My eyes widened. “Well, I did love the first book.” I listened to it on my phone and I've been dying for the series since. “And I think you'd love a gift card to that lingerie store up in Casper.” I quickly nodded at him in excitement. “I knew you would.” He said, pulling me into another kiss.

Christmas came and I talked Rhett into staying the night with me on Christmas eve. We woke up bright and early to open our gifts and of course I got the book collection and the gift card. But the look on Rhett's face when he opened his gift was the best thing I could've gotten on Christmas morning. “I only asked for the bridle darlin’. You got me a saddle too? How did you hide this?” He asked. “You never set foot in the basement.” I said, giggling. “Because it's creepy.” He retorted. “But I got it because the one you have is so old and worn, and you constantly complain that it hurts your back.” He had been complaining for the last year and a half that the saddle killed his back. So I made sure that I got him a saddle to match his bridle. “I think Honey will appreciate it too.” I said and he chuckled. “You're right.” After we opened our gifts we grabbed everything we needed and made our way to his parents. Amy begged for us to be there when she woke up, so we negotiated that we'd show up before she got up. Rhett was practically vibrating in his seat, so excited to see Amy open her gifts. He loved that little girl more than anything. I think he loves her more than me someday, but I couldn't complain.

We quietly came in the door when we got there. Royal was standing in the living room sipping his coffee when we walked in and it took everything in me to not giggle at the man. Just like the rest of us he was in a red shirt and reindeer pajama pants. Amy begged us to wear matching pajamas and we all agreed, Royal a little reluctantly. “Well, you look comfy.” I told him and he grunted. I just laughed at him before walking over and pulling him into a hug, which he begrudgingly returned. Cecilia smiled at us, coming over. “Merry Christmas." She hugged us both. "Merry Christmas, Ma." Rhett responded. "Quick!" Perry said, rushing down the stairs. "She's waking up!" Royal, Cecilia, and Perry quickly sat on the couch while Rhett and I sat on the rug in front of the roaring fireplace. Soon we heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs. Amy's hair was wild and she was rubbing her eyes when she saw us. "Uncle Rhett!" She yelled before sprinting to him. As soon as she got close enough she launched herself into his arms. He squeezed her tight and she giggled. "You knew we'd be here." He said and she buried her face in his shoulder. "I was worried you wouldn't come." She said and Rhett's face fell. "Why?" He asked and she shrugged. "I told you we'd be here, and we're here aren't we?" He asked and she nodded. "Right. Now, let's open all these presents. Looks like Santa brought ya a lot." Her attention immediately shifted to all of the gifts under the tree. Soon gifts were handed out and Amy ripped into hers. She was happy with everything she got and could hardly sit still for the rest of us to open ours. Once that was done we ate breakfast before going out for a Christmas ride.

"You can use your new saddle." I said. Rhett just chuckled and shook his head. "Didn't bring it," he said. I told him to put it in the truck, but I knew he didn't. He wants to keep it pristine, but I bought it to be used. "Check the bed." I said and he sighed. "When did you sneak it in there?" He asked and I smiled at him. "When you went to the bathroom." He groaned and turned towards the truck, going to grab the new saddle and bridle. I just chuckled and got my horse ready. Soon we were ready and headed out to the South pasture. It was bitterly cold and I was in as many layers as I could move in. "You cold?" Perry asked as I walked my horse out of the barn. "Very." I muttered. But I squealed as a snowball hit my chest and exploded. "Perry!" I yelled. He just laughed as I gathered my own snowball, launching it at him. He stopped laughing as my snowball nailed him in the chin. It was my turn to laugh as he stood there with his eyes closed, wiping snow off his face. "Right. Fastpitch champion." He said and I nodded. 

“Three years in a row, Per." Rhett said, leading Honey over in her new bridle. I smiled at him as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in close. "That just made me love you even more." He said, giving me a soft kiss. The ride was long but I eventually warmed up. Soon everyone else went back to the house, leaving Rhett and I alone. The snow started again so we decided to go back. "We've almost been together a whole two years." He spoke up, I smiled at him and nodded. "We have.” I responded. "January 19th." I lightly bit my lip and looked at him. “You remembered?” I asked and he nodded. “How could I forget the best day of my life?" He said and I giggled. "Ma's even been asking me when I'm going to marry you." He said and I sat up a little straighter in my saddle. "Is that… Is that something you want?" I asked and we were quiet for a minute. "I do. Do you?" He straight up asked me "Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He gave me a wide smile and turned to face forwards again. “So… are you gonna ask?” I asked him and he laughed loudly. “Oh no. You’ll never see it coming.” He said with a sly grin. “Okay, just don’t try to scare me with it.” I said. “I ain’t makin’ no promises.” He replied. 

The next day it was after work and I was putting some of Rhett’s laundry away in his lone drawer he has at my house when I saw a navy blue felt box. I stared at it for a moment before setting the laundry basket down and reaching for it. I held it in my hands, debating on if I should open it or not, but eventually I did. I gasped when I saw the gold ring, sitting on the plush navy cushion. It was a pear shaped diamond on a yellow gold band. “I guess he did listen when I talked about rings.” I said to myself. My finger twitched as I considered putting it on. But my thoughts were halted by a voice. “Honey? I’m home.” Rhett’s voice echoed up the stairs and I all but tossed the ring box in the air. I juggled it before slamming it into the drawer. “Just a minute!” I called down to him before stuffing the clothes in the drawer as well before rushing downstairs. 

A week later there was the New Year’s rodeo. Amelia county has a rodeo for everything and it sure shows around the holidays. Rhett showed up a few hours before me as usual, but I always slipped back behind the trailers to see him one more time before he rides. But this time, I wish I hadn’t. I gasped as Rhett pushed the black haired girl away from him, her lips making a smacking noise as they left his. I gaped at him as his eyes met mine and a look of horror crossed his face. “Honey-” He started but I cut him off. “No-just… No.” I turned and started walking away from him. He called my name, rushing up behind me and grabbing my arm. “Do not touch me!” I said, swinging around, my hand connecting with his face. He looked at me in surprise. “Honey, please it’s not what it looks like.” I shook my head at him as the tears started falling. “No! It was!” I yelled at him. “When we first started dating, everyone told me what kind of man you are. But did I listen? No! Because I thought I knew you. I thought you would never do this to me.” I said as tears of his own fell down his cheeks. “Dammit Rhett! We were talking about getting married exactly a week ago! I can’t believe you would do this to me!” I said. “But I didn’t-” “I saw you Rhett! You can’t gaslight me!” “I’m not trying to gaslight you!” He took one step closer and I took two steps back. “We’re done, Rhett.” His shoulders shook as a sob racked his body. “Honey, please. Don’t do this. Let me explain.” He said and I shook my head. “All the explaining was done when I caught you kissing someone who isn’t me.” 

“Mom, please.” I said as she squeezed me to her. “Your daddy and I are just so glad you decided to move back home.” She said. “But I do hate that Washington didn’t work out for you.” When Rhett and I broke up, I struggled. I entered a dark place in my life and I knew I needed a change. So by Valentine’s day I had gotten myself a new job and moved to Washington State. Life was good there, but it wasn’t Amelia County so come Halloween I had made plans to move back. I got my old job at the county tag office back and my parents are letting me live with them until I find my own place again. “It’s okay, it means I don’t have to spend money to come home for Christmas in two weeks!” I said and mom nodded. “I really do appreciate you and daddy letting me sleep in my old room until I get my own place again.” I said. “Well you know, the old Wilson farm is up for sale.” My dad said. “Daddy, I don’t have the time to take care of a whole farm. Nor do I really want to.” I said as I followed him into the kitchen. “You did when you were with-” “Daddy. Please don’t say his name.” I said, taking a deep breath, fighting back tears. My heart still hasn’t healed from last year. I’ve tried focusing on myself, but it didn’t work. I couldn’t bring myself to date anyone else, or even sleep with anyone. I so badly wanted the distraction but just the thought of being with someone else had me in tears. 

“Besides, he’s probably forgotten about me anyway.” “Oh no, he has not!” Mom said, walking into the kitchen to join us. “Mama-” “Every time that boy sees your father and I he makes it a point to ask about you. How you’re doing, are you enjoying life in Washington? That boy is still smitten with you, sweetie.” I shook my head. “He wouldn’t have done what he did, if he really did love me.” My dad scoffed. “That boy is in love with you, and he will always be in love with you.” I huffed and turned to my dad. “I’m your daughter. Aren’t you supposed to hate any boy that cheats on me or hurts me in any way?” I asked. “Well yes. I did corner him right after you moved, I blamed him for it but he explained everything and I can’t be mad at the boy.” I furrowed my brows at him in confusion. “What did he say?” I asked and my dad shook his head, lifting his coffee mug to his lips. “Not my place to say.” I raised my brows at him. “Not your place to say?” I scoffed. “No, it’s not my place. When you see him, he can tell you.” I shook my head. “I’m hoping I don’t see him for a long time.” 

The next week at work it was almost dead. But at least once a day we get a busy spurt. I heard the bell above the door go off as I was helping someone and I froze as I looked up. Those crystal blue eyes met mine and I wanted to crawl under my desk and hide. I totally jinxed myself by saying ‘I hope I don’t see him for a long time.’ How could I forget that Rhett has a December birthday? I thought as I finished with the person in front of me. I was hoping someone else would get him but as my client stepped away, I realized I was the only person available. Our eyes met and I so badly wanted to get up and walk over and kiss him, but I didn’t. “I can take whoever’s next.” I said, turning to face my computer. “Hi.” He said quietly as he stepped up. “Hello Rhett.” I could be petty and ask for all of his information, but that would have him standing in front of me longer. “Just renewing your tags?” I asked and he nodded. “It’s a two- thou-” “Two-thousand six GMC Sierra.” I said, cutting him off. “You remembered?” He asked and I fought back a small smile. “I remember when you got that thing sophomore year.” I said as I put in all of the information. “I wound up taking you to school the morning after I got it because your shitty little car broke down.” I bit my lip, remembering everything. I was four miles away from home but eight miles from school and I got very lucky that Rhett had to drive down the same road as me to get to school. 

“Yeah.” I muttered as I printed off his tag renewal. “Can-can we talk?” He asked as I slid the papers to him. “No, Rhett. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I said and his mouth hung open for a second. “O-oh. Okay. Well, have a good day, darlin’.” Before I could correct him he walked out. “I’ll be back.” I said to my coworker before walking back into the break room. I grabbed my makeup bag and keys before rushing out to my car outback. I was breathing heavy as I got in and soon the tears kicked in. I cried and cried in my car, mascara running down my face as I leaned my head on the steering wheel. But I sat up quickly when I heard an engine revving and a dark blue GMC Sierra blew behind my car and out of the parking lot. I cried more before I managed to stop. I cleaned my face off and redid my makeup before going back inside. As soon as I sat down my coworker Amanda turned to me. “Are you okay?” She asked and I took a deep breath. “I’m fine.” I said. “Okay, well that gentleman you helped came back in looking for you, but I told him you went out to your car.” She said and I nodded. “Thank you.” I responded. 

I didn’t hear from Rhett. He didn’t try to call me, come see me or anything which I was grateful for. I don’t know if I could handle it. But then came the town's annual Christmas party and rodeo. I tried to get out of it, but mama called me out on all my bullshit and practically dragged me out of the house. I pouted the entire ride to the rodeo and my parents just made fun of me the entire time. “You realize I’m not going near that gate, right?” I said as we got out of my dad’s truck. “Sure you won’t.” My dad said. “But just so you know, Rhett has had a rough season and everyone is convinced that Luke Tillerson is going to beat him out this year.” Rhett would never let Luke beat him out. But if he’s had a rough season, then could he really stop Luke? Luke has always only been just a few spots behind Rhett and Luke could never stand it. Maybe I could walk over for Rhett’s ride? He would be too focused to look for me once he’s on that bull. I followed my parents around, greeting everyone but I stopped when I heard a voice call out my name. I turned to find Amy sprinting for me. I smiled, opening my arms and squeezing her tightly when she almost knocked me over. “Wow! You got big in the last year!” I said as she looked up at me. “I was so excited when Uncle Rhett said you’re back! Will you be at house on Christmas morning again?” She asked just as Perry, Cecilia and Royal walked over. I squatted down so I was more on her level, even though she still stood over me at this point. “Not this year, sweetie.” I said and tears welled up in her eyes. “Why not? Uncle Rhett said you were home.” I nodded. “I am, but your Uncle Rhett and I, we’re not together anymore. So we won’t be spending any holidays together anymore.” I told her. “Amy, it’s okay. We can still go and see her if you want.” Perry said, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Can we?” She asked and I nodded. “Whatever you want, sweetie.” I said, hugging her again. “C’mon, let’s go get some hot chocolate.” Perry said and she excitedly agreed. “Good to see you.” He said and I waved at him. 

“We’re glad you’re back.” Cecilia said, pulling me into a hug. “I’m surprised so many people are happy I’m home.” I said and she raised a brow at me. “Why wouldn’t we be?” She asked. “Well with everything that happened between Rhett and I…” I trailed off and she chuckled. “That boy still loves you, but I think that’s a conversation you wanna have with Royal. Rhett has told him more about what happened than me.” She said before someone caught her attention and she wandered off. Then my attention turned to Royal. “Hi Royal.” I said and he held an arm out, pulling me into a side hug. “Hey.” He grunted. “Daddy told me Rhett’s had a rough season.” I said and he nodded, leaning on the gate as a rider was let loose. “He has. He’s been doing good, but not as good as he has in the past.” He said and I nodded. “Do you think it’s because of me?” I asked. If Rhett’s not focused like he needs to be, he could really get hurt. “He’s been so focused on what he could do to get you back, he’s been distracted from everything in the last year.” He said. “If he wanted me back, why did he stop calling after two days?” I asked, huffing. “Because he realized you’d never take him back if he wasn’t the man you deserved.” I raised a brow at him. “He can explain it better, but I’ve never seen Rhett cry so much. He came to me two days after y’all broke up, and he asked me what I thought he needed to do to win you back.” He said, watching the riders intensely. “You know, I was in the same situation with his Ma about a year after we got together. I told him he could tell you he loved you all day long, but until he proved it to you with his actions.” He said and I nodded in agreement. “Maybe talk to him, hear him out and make your decision from there.” He suggested and I nodded. “I’ll think on it Royal.” I replied and he nodded, clapping a hand on my shoulder before starting in the direction Cecilia went. 

The next rider up was Luke Tillerson. I wanted to see the next few riders so I watched. Luke held on for a total of four seconds before he flew off, barely getting his feet under him. I watched a few more riders before it was Rhett’s turn. I fought the urge to stand up on the gate and yell as loudly as I could. But as soon as he was turned loose I couldn’t help it. “GO RHETT!” I screamed, standing on the gate. He was holding on tightly and he was laser focused and as soon as the eight second buzzer went off he let go, flying off the bull and rushing for the gate. But he skidded to a stop as the bull cut him off. “RHETT!” I yelled, catching his attention and he made a quick left turn. The bull was on his tail until someone else caught his attention and Rhett launched himself over the gate, landing on his back next to me. “Oh, shit! Rhett?” I asked, bending down next to him. “Rhett? Can you hear me?” I asked as he gasped for air. “Okay.” I said, grabbing his hand and helping him sit up. I took his hat off his head, fanning his face with it as he caught his breath. “Thanks.” He said as he could finally breathe normally. “You’re welcome.” I said as I helped him stand. I brushed some dust off of his arm and he smiled at me. “Good ride.” I said and he nodded. “Better than Tillerson’s.” I said, giggling lightly. “So you’ve heard.” He said and I nodded. “My daddy told me, but I knew you’d never let it happen.” I said as I met his eyes. 

“Yeah.” He muttered. “Listen, I know the other day you said we shouldn’t talk… but I really need to talk to you. I don’t expect you to take me back, but I can’t go on without you at least knowing the truth.” He said and I stared up at him. He held my gaze, almost searching my face for an answer. “O-okay. But after your last ride.” I said and he gave me a soft smile. “Thank you.” He said and kissing my cheek. “Gotta run.” He said before taking off for the other riders. I was a little stunned by the kiss and stood there with my mouth gaping for a moment before I came to my senses. I cleared my throat before going to take a seat for the next two rides. I watched as everyone made their second and third rides. Rhett’s second ride was another perfect one, with the exception of the bull not cutting him off. But he was in first place and Luke was in second, the scores were close and I was nervous for his last ride. Luke went and had a perfect third ride, but come Rhett’s third I could see how tired yet determined he was. I watched him climb into the chute, the bull he was on starting to throw itself around. Time slowed until the buzzer went off and the chute opened. Rhett was hanging on for dear life, but I gasped as his hand came loose and he went flying off the bull, landing on his shoulder. He had injured it once already and I knew this new injury would be worse. 

“Rhett!” I yelled as I ran over, worried about him. Two of his buddies were helping him over to a bench when I got there. “How bad is it?” I asked. His breath was shaky and his skin was clammy. “I think I knocked it out of place again.” He said and I grabbed his hand, slowly lifting it until he cried out. “Okay, want me to help you put it back in place?” I asked and he nodded, fighting back tears. I grabbed his wrist, slowly lifting it until he couldn’t handle it anymore. “Ready?” I asked and he nodded. “Okay.” With that I quickly lifted his arm and rolled the ball of his shoulder back into socket. “AH!” He yelled out. “Okay. Okay, it’s over.” I said as one of his friends handed me a sling. “Let’s get this on.” I said, guiding his arm into the sling as his breathing started evening out. “Do you need a pain pill?” I asked and he shook his head. “No, I stopped taking them.” He said and I looked at him in surprise. “Oh, really?” I asked and he nodded. “I stopped drinking so much too.” He said and I smiled at him. “And how do you feel?” I asked. “I just popped my shoulder out of place. I don’t feel like I’m layin’ in a field of daisies.” He said and I laughed. “Well after they announce the scores, why don’t we get something hot to drink and have a seat somewhere so we can talk.” I said and he nodded. “I’d like that.” We sat there in silence for a minute. It wasn’t awkward like I expected, it was comfortable, but I could tell he was nervous. 

“Hey,” I said, resting my hand on his. “You’ll come out in first place.” I told him and he chuckled, squeezing my hand. “You’re usually right about this stuff.” He said and we continued to wait. “And in first place…” The announcer said. It was between him and Luke and I knew he was nervous. “Local boy and winner for the third year in a row, Rhett Abbott!” The cheers were deafening as I squealed, pulling Rhett into a hug. “I’m proud of you!” I said out of habit and my face turned red. Many people came up to congratulate Rhett but finally we managed to grab some warm apple cider and Rhett led us back to the trailers. “You okay?” He asked, looking back at me as I trailed behind him. “Yeah, just thinking about the last time I was back here.” I said truthfully and he nodded. “C’mon.” He said, taking my hand and leading me over to his GMC. He set the tailgate down before getting into the back and pulling out a blanket. “Here, I know you get cold.” He said. I took the blanket from him, thinking about all the times we were wrapped up together in this blanket. “So, what did you want to tell me?” I asked as I climbed onto the tailgate. He sat next to me, taking a deep breath before letting it out. “What you saw last New year’s, it really wasn’t what you thought it was.” He said and sighed. “She originally asked me where Luke was and I told her I didn’t know. Then she started asking me things like how long I had been riding for. I didn’t want to be rude so I just answered her questions.” I nodded, showing him I was listening. “She asked me if I would go out with her, and I told her no because I wasn’t single. I turned to face her to tell her we were dating and she grabbed my face, and kissed me.” He said.

“I couldn’t just shove her away, she was tiny, she would’ve gotten hurt and then there would’ve been more problems and Joy would’ve gotten involved. I was trying not to panic but then you caught us and my entire world just fell apart at that moment.” I took a deep breath, looking down at my cup. “You had every right not to believe me, and to dump me. But I really needed you to at least know the truth.” He told me. “This has been the worst year of my life.” He said and I nodded. “Mine too.” I said and he raised a brow at me. “I’m sorry I ran you out of town.” He said and I chuckled. “You didn’t run me out of town Rhett. That was all me. I thought it would do me some good, but apparently it didn’t.” I said and he nodded. We sat in silence until he lifted his head and looked at me. “Dance with me?” He asked, holding out his free hand for me and I stared for a moment before nodding. “Okay.” I said, taking his hand. His free hand fell to my waist as his hand in the sling took mine as my own free hand rested around his neck. “Your dad told me you’ve been focusing on how to get me back.” I said and he sighed. “I realized I had to prove it to you.” He said and I nodded. “Even just tonight I can see how much work you’ve put in.” I said and he smiled at me. “I still really love you, darlin’.” His forehead fell to mine, just like it did last year and I smiled at him just as ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham! came on. “This song really sums up this last year.” I said and he nodded. “I still love you.” He said. “So much. And I was wondering, would… would you give me another chance? You don’t have to, but I have to at least ask.” I still really love him. So much so that it hurts. “Okay.” I said and his face lit up. “But we’re really gonna have to take this slow.” I said and he nodded. “Whatever you want, honey.” He said. His face slowly inched closer to mine as a few snowflakes fell around us. “Are you gonna kiss me or just breathe in my face?” I asked and he chuckled. “Can I kiss you?” He asked and I just rolled my eyes before pulling him into a soft kiss. He pulled me against him, crushing my body to his. “Fuck I missed doing that.” He said, pulling away and I grinned at him. “I did too.” I said, kissing him again. “I love you, Rhett.” I couldn’t resist saying it. “I love you too, darlin’.”

[sinfulslytherin]

Show me.

First time?

Summary: Your best friend drags you to a Slytherin party for the first time in your life. You are usually not that outgoing and haven't had any experiences with partoes,alcohol or boys yet. But you meet Draco Malfoy at the part...

Amelia and I both make our way to the common room, which is already filled up with all the Slytherins.

Loud music streams through my body and the smell of liquor hits my nose.

"Do you want a drink?" Amelia asks.

"Sure, as long as they have something sweet." I answer.

She smiles as she takes my hand and leads me to a huge table with many drinking options. Amelia starts to mix me a red-ish drink.

"Here- is that sweet enough?" Seh asks as she hands me the drink.

I take a sip and my eyes widen at the good taste. You barely taste the alcohol.

I eagerly nod at her as I take another sip.

Amelia and I stay at the table for a bit as we drink 2-3 drinks and talk a bit and laugh at the jokes we make.

"Do you wanna dance?" She suddenly asks.

"No, I'm not drunk enough for that." I joke "-But you should go, I'll stay here." I smile at her.

I know thaz she wants to look for Blaise  in the crowd.

"I'll be back."

She gives me one more smile before she takes her drink and leaves.

I look around as I realize that I am actually alone. I try to ignore the insecure feeling creeping up on me as I keep on drinking.

The last drop of liquor hits my tpunge as I realize that my drink is empty.

I mentally curse at myself.

"Shit..what did she mix me.." I talk to myself as I look at the huge option of sodas and liquors standing on the table.

"Need some help?" Suddenly someone asks.

My head turns to the left as I see Draco Malfoy standing next to me.

"N-no...thanks" I ditch him as my gaze falls back to the table.

I grab a bottle in order to look at it.It's hard to read anything that's written on it due to the dim light and my tipsy state. I shrug with my shoulders as I'm about to fill it in my cup.

Suddenly a hand snatches the bottle away.

"Hey,hey,hey-That's Stroh-This stuff has 80%-Are you trying to get an alcohol poisoning?" Draco says in a stern voice as he places the bottle as far as he can away from me.

I look at him confused.

"I had no idea what that is.."  I admit as I look at him.

"Is this your first time drinking?" He asks while raising one eyebrow.

"It's my first time at a party." I admit as I turn back to the table and look for another drinking option.

I hear a sigh next to me as I suddenly feel Dracos shoulder brush against mine.

I look next to me only to find him grabbing a few bottles and snatching my cup from my hand.

"Do you prefer sweet drinks or-" He tries to ask but I interrupt him.

"Sweet!" I eagerly say.

He lightly chuckles as he starts to mix something. I watch him as I wait for my drink.

His drink looks different it has a dark blue-ish color. He hands me my cup.

"Try that." He says.

I take a sip from the drink.

My eyes widen. This drink is stronger but tastes even better tham Amelias drink.

"Don't take drinks from strangers, though." He suddenly says.

I look up at him and chuckle.

"Aren't you a stranger to me?"

He looks at me, smirks and extends his hand.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

I grab his hand in order to shake it.

"Xenia. Xenia Brown." I answer.

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So this is my new story!-I hope yall are going to like it <3

(Yes, I'll still continue 'Guillotine' :3)

You can read the whole chapter down below~

I am grateful for any kind of feedback!

[cosmicanemoia]

The Random Person

Amelia Shepherd x Reader

Love Me Till You Leave Me part 3

      Amelia wakes up 10 mins. before her alarm rang, she didn't know why, but she felt at peace, she feel as if that was the best sleep she's ever gotten in a long time. She stared at the ceiling thinking about how this day would go before she realised her alarm was sounding, it has already alarmed two times before she actually turned it off. She got up in bed with a smile on her face, and she stretched a little. She seems contended and fulfilled.

       She opened the glass doors of the hospital, and someone on the other side was going out before she got in the hospital-- She whiffed a scent that was vaguely familiar to her nose.

   

      She didn't think of it much, but she would somehow smell a faint familiar scent everywhere she went. It's as if a ghost attached themselves to her. In the hallway, in the cafeteria, in the OR gallery, in the labs, and in the cafeteria, but the faint scent was not so faint in one particular place, which is the on-call room.

      

       She walks in the on-call room and lie on the bottom bunk she tried to find where the scent came from and sniff the pillow, which she find weird but it wasn't in the pillows she's laying on, when she raise her head the scent grew stronger and when she stand up, even more, she climbed to the top bunk and lay there, there it is, the scent she's been smelling all over the hospital, somehow the smell feels like a warm embrace in a cold rainy morning. She felt calm and cozy, and she fell asleep unknowingly.

       An hour passed, and the ringing of her phone woke her up. She answer, and pick the phone up, and put it on her ear. "Dr. Shepherd, I've been paging you for a long time. Where are you?" Bailey inquired. "I'm in the on-call room," Amelia replied with a tired tone. "If you are with someone, you best leave them now. We need you in the trauma room 3." Bailey said on the other end of the line. Why would Bailey think I'm with someone? Amelia thought to herself. On-call rooms are for sleeping, though they are usually used for sleeping indeed, but with someone. She shrugs when she thinks that she actually slept in the on-call room by herself and not with anyone. She quickly gets up and rushes to where she's needed.

       When she entered the trauma room, she quickly stated, "I was sleeping in the on-call room, by myself." The nurses and the residents, even Dr. Bailey exchanged looks with one another. Amelia notices and says, " Believe it or not, it's the truth." Bailey looks at her and says, "Whatever you say, Shepherd. We need you to look at this girl. She fainted one time before they got here. She was hit by a car." Amelia checked and tested the girl for anything that might indicate that the girls life is in danger but she didn't see anything out of the ordinary and said that the girl was fine, but ordered a CT to make sure. She took her leave in the trauma room and walked to get to the elevator. When the elevator opened, Dr. Altman was already there, they exchange smiles and greetings as Amelia walked inside the elevator. She can smell the scent she's been following or has been following her on the chief.

A: Did you buy a new perfume?

       The chief smelled herself and looked at Amelia with furrowed brows. Where did that question come from? She thought to herself.

T: No. I've been using the same perfume for like ever.

      Amelia bewildered swings back and forth from where she was standing while her hands were on the pockets of her white coat.

A: Huh.

T: Why? Do I smell bad?

A:No, no, no. Nope. You smell good, chief. It's just that I've been smelling this somehow familiar scent all over the hospital, and now, on you.

       The two stood there in awkward silence. They are now on the ground floor. As the elevator opened, they both walked out of it and headed to the reception desk. There is a tall woman with a h/c wavy hair up in a ponytail, and she's waving at the two women with a smile on her face. She's waving at Dr. Altman. When the two doctors got there, the woman gave Dr. Altman a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Amelia felt a strong gust of wind in her face, which carried the scent of the woman talking to Dr. Altman, she thought she connected the dots, that it's her that she's been smelling all over the hospital.

       "What is she doing all around the hospital? What is she doing with Dr. Altman? Is she a doctor too? Is Dr. Altman hiring a new doctor? Why is her smell in the on-call room if she was not yet hired? Is she sleeping with Dr. Altman? Is Dr. Altman cheating on Owen?" Amelia thought to herself and had been lost in a haze. She didn't even hear the two talk. Her mind just went on and on, and was full of questions about the woman. Dr. Altman grabbed her hand, and it full her out of her trance. She went to introduce her to the other woman.

T: This is y/n l/n. She's a very good friend of mine.

       You held out your hand for her to shake.

T: This is Dr. Amelia Shepherd. A very good doctor. Also a friend of mine.

A: Just a friend, not a very good friend?

       Amelia jokingly said while she still held your hand and looked at you and Teddy. You let out a laugh that made her heart skip a beat. Teddy then pulled you away and led you to her office while Amelia was left there standing speechless.

       You are not the gorgeous woman everybody wants to date, sleep with, or marry. You know that well. You are just an average girl, but you are nice and easy to have around. Everyone feel like they can cry and rant in front of you without feeling judged. You know just what to say but not always what to do, so you're kind of awkward. You are sometimes weird and insane, but you love that about yourself. You have a sweet smile and kind eyes. Everyone you're close with loves that but won't admit it to anyone else, including yourself.

       Amelia is in her apartment having a nice warm bath. Her mind always thinking about tumour and brain and neuro stuff, but lately it always drift to something, more likely, someone. She thinks she's seen you before but doesn't remember when or where and how. You seemed very familiar, and you smell very familiar. Amelia now walks out of the bath , wraps a towel around her body, and goes to her closet to get some pyjamas. She then lay in her bed on her stomach and then turned around to stare at the ceiling. Her mind is at peace. She doesn't realise it, but when she thinks about you, she gets a good night sleep.